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i swear when i grow up i won’t just buy you a rose
i will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely

 

infinite-mirrors:

ok but listen…. LISTEN. SPY AU.  (ノ ◑‿◑)ノ .･ﾟ*｡･+☆

 

OOC: aah because it’s rather late — i’m going to be signing off but i’ll be back tomorrow to finish replies ! x
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forgotiisms:

             

there was no doubt in the world that viktor was one of the best skaters of his time, if not just the best. every routine, every programme was like watching perfection on the ice, and roxas couldn’t lie and say he didn’t appreciate viktor nikiforov’s programmes throughout the years, and maybe the eighteen-year-old had an admiration for the older male. b-but it was purely innocent, honestly! liar. “MY GOAL IS TO BE QUITE A FORMIDABLE COMPETITOR AGAINST YOU, NIKIFOROV-SAN.” his expression was firm, but it was playful, a light in his eyes and a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. he hid that smile behind a flute of champagne. “ARE YOU INCLUDED IN THAT SENTIMENT?” a soft tease. “I APOLOGISE. MAYBE WE SHOULD GO FIND ANOTHER PLACE?”

                      A light smile on his lips, he let out a sound of mock surprise, smile breaking into a grin— it seemed as if everyone wished that nowadays, it was heartwarming in a way, to be one of the best ( no matter that many of those people wanted to win against him ). “Achievable goals, I don’t see why not.” He encouraged the younger skater, taking another sip from the champagne. At the tease he frowned, yeah, he wasn’t one of youngest and the thought of loosing his hair worried him each day — “Hey, I’m not old.” It sounded like a question as much as a statement, making him down the rest of the champagne. “Yeah, sure.” He agreed in the end, the room had been getting more dull each moment, there must have been a better place around.

 

shotous:

Viktor Nikiforov, 17 years old.

 

forgotiisms:

             

what was he doing? he wasn’t helping viktor feel better, that was for sure. if anything, it seemed like he was just getting everything wrong, making the russian man feel so much worse than he already did. swallowing, he wrapped a hand around viktor’s wanting to guide him to his hotal room, which roxas was sure he hadn’t entered in twenty-four hours, considering the clothes he was still wearing, but he had to try anyway. “DON’T SAY THAT.” he took it the wrong way, the thought of disappearing striking a chord with him. “DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT, VIKTOR NIKIFOROV!” his voice cracked slightly, eyes squeezing shut for a second before he faced him, determined. “YOU’RE GONNA HAVE A SHOWER, HAVE SOME WATER AND TAKE SOME PAINKILLERS.” and that was that.

                    While Roxas dragged him to his hotel room, he complied without resisting, knowing that it would be much easier — and he’d grown to trust him as well, which was why he sure that it was in his best interest to do so. As soon as he got inside, he fell on the bed, sitting up at the sudden raise in the other skater’s tone. It also did nothing to help his headache but he pushed it away, confused. What had he done without realizing ? “Huh? I just gotta —” With a groan, he stood up with difficulty, a hand pinching the bridge of his nose. It was debatable whether the shower would actually help ( this headache was something else ), however not wanting to upset Roxas more, he made his way to the shower. “When I come back, I want a head massage.”

 

viktorsporkcutlet:

     Yuri was a bit surprised when he heard that. Yuri had just gotten dressed for his morning run when Viktor had shown up and made his suggestion. “Uhhh, there really isn’t much to see, besides the beach,” Yuri remarked. “It’s not really that exciting around here. But we can go on a walk if you want.” 

                       Viktor couldn’t help but frown at a bit — Hasetsu was lovely, from the relaxing Onsens to Ninja Castle, much more different than where he lived. Yeah, he could be a little bias, since Japan had grown to be one of his favourite countries that he’d visited. At the other’s suggestion — he nodded quickly, a wide smile on his face. “Sure, that would be great. Take me to your favourite spots.”

 

lovestrengthened:

The sound of their demise is deafening, pounding on the door just downstairs. The shouts are so close now he can make out some of their words, and it only works to increase his panic. “Those traitors are in here! Break down the door!” The urge to run and hide is strong, but they have nowhere left to go. This house- this abandoned little cottage where they thought they’d never be discovered- is the only safe haven they know, and now it’s filled with the voices of the people who wish to tear them apart.

Yuuri’s heart is pounding, aching for the little time they have left. He’s never seen Viktor so scared before, and watching him crumble into panic shakes his entire world. They’ve had close calls before- every day was a close call for them- but Yuuri knows Viktor to be steady, to be calm. His reaction speaks of the magnitude of the trouble their in.

He’s crying, too. As soon as he sees the tears slipping down the other man’s his own spring forth, fast and hard. He has so much to say, but none of it feels right in these final moments- none of it can fix their impending doom. Still, he chokes out something, because to leave anything unsaid would kill him. 

“Whatever they do- whatever they make me feel-” Panic is rising in his throat, forcing it’s way into his words and he has to pause to keep from sobbing. “It’s not real. None of that is real. This- this is real.” 

There’s a loud bang that echoes through the cottage indicating that the forces have finally broken down their door. They have mere seconds now, the time it takes them to climb the stairs and pull them apart. As if propelled by this knowledge, Yuuri’s hands find their way onto Viktor’s face, and their lips collide desperately.

              Viktor moved his hands from Yuuri’s cheeks and covered his ears instead, wishing to save him- protect him as long as he can. It wasn’t too long, mere minutes before they came and ripped them away from little home they’d made, the place where they had felt something close to being safe, in the midst of all that could happen, and all that was happening. They had been together, against the government, the laws, every odd stacked against their favour.

              At the sight of Yuuri’s tears, he exhaled shakily, his thumbs trying to wipe away the tears — he had never wanted to see him cry, to see him afraid like this. Helplessness, fear, despair of what was about to come — the air was thick, making him feel as if he was drowning. While the voices came closer and doors were kicked open, Viktor stared into the brown eyes he loved so much, his only wish is to memorize every inch of his lover’s face, so that it would be burned into his mind — so that they could never make him  f o r g e t .

               Both of them falling apart at the seams, he let out another small sob, shaking his head, it couldn’t be real, god, no — it was a nightmare coming true. It couldn’t end like this, when they were happier than they had ever been, in each other’s arms, together. To love and be loved, how could it be heinous crime ?

                Yuuri’s words only fueled his fear — what these people could do, what sort of power they had with their citizens was common knowledge. Viktor could only nod desperately, cupping his cheeks once again, unable to stop from touching, from feeling one last time. “I know — I love you, I love you so much — we’ll- we’ll get through this. I swear we will.” He didn’t know, neither of them did but if there was a way out, if he could sit through everything they were going to do, he’d do it. To be with Yuuri again, he’d move mountains.

                   Loud steps alongside angry voices of the soldiers got closer and after a short moment, the door of the room they were in got kicked open. Pulling back a little, Viktor moved in front of Yuuri, a protective arm around the other, as if he stood a chance.

 

glacieros:

            ━━━⟨ his heart fluttered, cheeks started to burn while he felt his lips tingle from the contact between their lips. it was still something he still had to get use to, but he had kept himself from protesting against it, especially when it was just the two of them. when the kiss broke, he still could not help but duck his head low, shyly glancing downward. there was still a soft smile forming on his lips, proof that he approved of the short kiss they had just shared.

       “ Alright . . then lets go. “ the words were soft and gentle, as if the atmosphere became delicate throughout time. fingers slowly weaved their way between viktor’s, feeling the excitement pulsing through the russian. it was almost contagious, which brought him to chuckle.

        much like viktor, he was becoming quite excited to see these lights the other is so eager to show him. so, to get him to start leading him to this spot, he gently pulled him along outside their shared flat, using his free hand to adjust his own scarf to partially cover at least his chin, up to his lower lip. his eyes couldn’t help but move up to the night sky, trying to visualize these lights there. it was a bit of a blessing that the city lights had helped conceal this surprise, knowing that viktor would rather have him wait till they were at their destination than seeing them right there at their doorstep. 

                       Smiling from one ear to another, he gave Yuuri’s hand a gentle squeeze when it was in his grasp, letting the other pull him outside. As Viktor locked the door, Makkachin seemed to feel the excitement as well, his tail wagging as he walked in front of the two, curious about where they were going to go. 

                       Without further delay, they made their way to the pink convertible Cadillac, the roof of the car luckily set for winter. People had laughed at the sight of it when Viktor first bought it, yet he was rather fond of the flashy vintage car that cost him a fortune. Unlocking the doors, he threw the bag to the backseat before he opened the door wide for Makkachin, who jumped inside, used to the process. Viktor got inside after him, turning the light to let Yuuri settle. The weather was, as he mentioned, chilly and cold, despite the fact that it was only March — Russia’s spring was akin to the cold winter of many countries they were used to, hence Viktor was hoping the small preparations would be enough to save them from getting a cold.

                        Fastening his seatbelt and setting the mirror, he quickly turned the heating on, “It should get warmer soon.” He commented, turning on the engines when Yuuri’s door was closed shut. “It’s going to be an hour - two hour long drive, we need to get away from the city and the artificial lights. There’s just the place for it — it’s- it’s stunning.” The thought making him smile wider, he started to drive towards their destination.