уυυяι ωαѕ fℓιттєяιиg вєтωєєи conscious and unconsciousness before Victor’s voice breached his ears in a rather soft, cheery manner – a tune nothing short of
ρℓєαѕαит, had he not been pounced on by said male and his equally eager companion–who helped split the peace of the room with sharp barks and anxious whines–and the fact that it was… still quite early in the morning.
❝ Mnnn… ❞
α ωєαк gяσαи яєνєявєяαтє∂
from the back of his throat in protest, only to feel warmth spreading along his nape as Victor
вℓιѕѕfυℓℓy nuzzled against his dozing form. Despite such mornings being nothing short of the ordinary, there will always be
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like these, where Yuuri was caught off-guard.Though, now aware a meal had been prepared it was best not to let his coach’s efforts go to waste.
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lift his drowsy being off the bed, only to feel the shared weight of the two still holding him down. Breathing a sigh of exasperation, Yuuri tilted his head to the side, peering at the semi-blurred figure in his
νιѕισи
he assumed was Victor’s before lazily mumbling his response.
❝ …? What time is it…? ❞
As the other tried to wake up, a warm gentle smile spread across Viktor’s features, his nose against the other’s neck— he wanted to stop time and live in that exact moment, content with everything in his life. Considering how genuinely happy he was, he barely stopped himself from giving in and getting under the sheets, because he knew that if he gave in, he’d never actually leave the bed, let alone the other’s side.
So he pulled back a little and was met with a very drowsy Yuuri — and as it so often happened around him, he was hit with a sudden blast of affection and bliss, his thoughts consisting of ‘How did I get so lucky—’ and ‘Oh god, he’s adorableamazingbrill-’. Right, he needed to get his thoughts in order, especially since he didn’t want bother the other and didn’t want his morning to go to waste. “Hmm — it’s around nine and a half ? I wasn’t sure whether I should wake you or not but I got bored and cooked !” He spoke and sat up on the bed, his eyes never leaving the other. Soon after, Makkachin laid down on his lap with a soft whine between the two, wanting to be pet. A laugh left Viktor’s lips as he complied. “He missed you too.”
A groan left the Russian’s lips, running a hand through his already messed up hair. His clothes were in no way better, disheveled and out of place, which was simply put, quite unusual for Viktor. Normally always caring about his looks and how he dressed, the alcohol and the impending headache were appalling and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. “Huh?” At the other’s words, he shrugged, nonchalant before he closed his fly. “I’m surprised I’m wearing pants at all to be honest —”
When he saw the dog running towards him, he stopped and smiled. He knew very well who’s poodle this was. That would mean that he was actually here, right? As soon as Christophe heard his voice, he looked from the dog to Viktor, chuckling, before he carefully patted the dog’s head. “No, not that I know, but might be the new perfum I got. Seems like he likes it” he joked. It had been quite a while since he had seen the male and it was nice to meet him again. “On a little walk with your dog, hu?”
Glad to have stumbled upon someone he knew and someone who wasn’t going to get freaked out by Makkachin— he laughed, letting the dog have his moment. “Huh, yeah, that might be it.” Dogs worked differently and that was why Viktor loved them so much. “More like a run— that little devil has been running for a while.” He grinned, focusing his attention on his friend instead. “Chris ! Long time now see, how’ve you been?”
That was his exact reaction; it had taken a lot to refrain from grabbing every single piece of merchandise that had his grinning face plastered on it and shove it back into the similarly patterned shopping bag, and drop it off the edge of the earth where it would never been found again. Yuuri settled for pinching his nose, settling a hand on his hip. It was one thing for him to hide his collection of Viktor posters, shirts, and body pillows away in the storeroom of his house. It was another for VIKTOR NIKIFOROV of all people, his soon to be husband, to be touting a shirt that depicted him licking his lips on ice, something the camera apparently caught in H D. Who the hell printed these things anyway ? Of course Hasetsu would be proud of it’s national hero..
Tell me where the shop is so I can burn it to the ground. Instead, he remarks faintly, ❛ I’m sure the original is more than enough for you– ❜
As the other took the situation in, Viktor used the moment to admire the things he bought, starting with the shirt — he pulled his off and quickly put the new shirt on, picture of Yuuri as Eros skating on the front. It was one of his favourite performances and he just couldn’t smiling — he was so lucky to have found that shop.
“What? Of course it is —” Surprised at the other’s words, he practically cooed, shaking his head. Now to another piece of merchandise that he stumbled upon — on the side of the counter, there was a huge bag, and it held something much more valuable. “But, check this out, come on, it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen — after the original of course.” As he spoke, he pulled the dakimakura of Yuuri out of the bag, holding it close.
the very word brought his attention to the russian male, eyes instantly filled with concern as they questioned silently what he might have done wrong ? the silence didn’t quite help either as he waited to hear just what the man had forgotten. the moment he started to fidget and parted his lips to question him, his answer finally came, first confusing him. his mouth opened wider, about to ask out loud if viktor was alright before being dumbfounded by the foreign word. thankfully the russian male seem to have remembered that he was not a hundred percent fluent in his native language quite yet.
“ Northern lights . . ?“ yuuri knew what they were, but he had always been too exhausted to go out to see them during his travels as it was quite rare for hasetsu to see them, let alone japan as a whole. “ We can see them around this time ?“
“да !” An enthusiastic nod followed as Viktor stopped trying and literally jumped up and down in excitement. It had been so, so long since he’d last drove outside the city, where there were no artificial light or sound — to see the breathtaking lights wandering in the sky. He’d been a child the first time he went to see them, where he fell in love with the multicolored rays of light — he’d even used to take his bike and ride hours to see them. Without a doubt, it was something special that he held close to his heart, which was why he couldn’t believe he never showed them to Yuuri.
“Yes, yes we can, I even know the perfect spot — we must go see them Yuuri, we must.” He let out, beginnings of whine apparent while he hoped that the other would agree. “Right now, come on, they look the best at night — let’s put on something warm and go right now.”
placing fourth at your first grand prix was most definitely not a bad place to start, especially as his senior debut. at only eighteen, he felt like he didn’t really blend in with the other skaters. by no means was roxas physically weak, mind. at five foot seven and one-six-five pounds, he was lean and lithe, but strong. he was mainly stood with his coach at the gala, a glass of untouched champagne in his hand - he was still getting used to the taste of western alcohol - with his blond bangs pinned back and listening as his coach conversed with the others. however, he was jolted out of his reverie at the sound of his name being called by one viktor nikiforov, first-place. squirming, he gave a slight bow, showing his respect to the more experienced skater. “YES.” straightening up, he took a deep breath. “MY STEP… MY STEP SEQUENCES - I STRUGGLE WITH THEM THE MOST. JUMPS NOT SO MUCH, BUT I LOSE POINTS WITH MY BALANCE.” his tanned cheeks turned red, and he actually turned to take a quick sip of his champagne - his nose creased up afterwards, yuck. “THANK-YOU, NIKIFOROV-SENPAI. I HOPE TO SKATE WITH YOU AGAIN NEXT YEAR.”
Only raising his eyebrows slightly, a knowing smile was plastered on his face — a fan then, Viktor was used to this. Besides being accustomed to it, he also gladly had the reputation of being good with people who were fond of his skating, no matter how full of himself he was, the media believed. Leaning forward to take another glass of champagne from the long table, he leaned against it, listening to other as he spoke. “Yeah — they weren’t great —” He shrugged, toying with the bottom of the glass. “But jumps were good — you just need a little more… experience.” His words were frank, or blunt as many people put it. “I’m sure we will — if you keep up the good work.” With a wink and small laugh at the other’s reaction, he took a sip from his glass.
If it was up to Viktor, he’d do anything, absolutelyanything in his power to stop Yuuri from hurting ever again, to take the pain away, even if it meant hurting himself — because this, seeing his love hurt was a lot more worse, felt like as if his heart was getting ripped apart instead. And most of all, the thing he couldn’t bear was that he knew he couldn’t to fix this — no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he wanted to help. “I’m sorry —” He started, a little bit choked himself, his hands balled up to fists by his sides. It took a lot to restrain himself from simply leaning forward, to touch, to feel — yet he stopped, offering Yuuri the time and the space he needed.
This helplessness resembled to those he felt in the garage the day of the Cup of China, or at the hotel — unable to reach forward and say a simple magical word to make it alright again. It felt like he needed to talk though, so he did, being more honest than he has ever been with anyone. “I don’t know Yuuri, I don’t — I don’t know whether everything has a meaning or- whether it happens without a reason-” He took a shaky breath before he continued, tried, it would have to be enough.
“We… We have this saying in Russia, На миру́ и смерть красна́. With company, even death loses its sting — even if it holds a tiny part of the truth — just know that I’ll be here, no matter what, whenever you need me — every step of the way.”
Yuri felt the other’s arm wrap around him and start leading him away without further consideration, but he didn’t complain too much. He was after all hungry, and hadn’t been having much of anything that he really liked eating. “Wouldn’t the best pizza in the continent be in Italy? Where’s this place anyway?”
“Huh — it must even better than that, then !” A grin on his face, he pushed the doors open to head towards his car. The weather of Russia in winter greeted them and for a moment, he was so glad to have grown use to it. “Downtown- I’ve never actually gone there though, but both the rumors and google have proved that it is indeed great.”
Hello, first of all, thank you for reading this ! Lots of people ignore reading the rules or about beforehand so it’s brilliant that you spare some time to search through one’s blog !
I know rules get boring but please bear with me. I’ll try to make these as short as I can:
— Private & Semi-Selective:
I always read the rules of blogs who I follow and if I follow you, it means I’d love to interact in the future. While not strictly mutual exclusive, in order not to get overwhelmed, some starter calls and such will be for mutuals only. This consists of out of tumblr contacts as well but I’m a very open person so, if you’d like to interact, just shoot me an IM and we’ll figure something out ! For other Viktors,while tentative and somehow inexperienced, I am open to interacting with duplicates but if you don’t mention it in your rules, I won’t follow you first, this is just to make sure you’re 100% on board with it !
— Other Fandoms:
I’m certainly open to interacting with other fandoms and I love having aus/crossovers ! I might be hesitant with a fandom I have no information of, but I’m usually very open minded. I also have a RL FC and resources for non-anime characters that will be used accordingly.
— No Godmodding:
Or metagaming of sorts. You have your character and I have mine.
— Shipping & Relationships:
I love shipping and having relationships of any kind — For romantic-relationships, besides Viktuuri, I always ship Viktor/Chemistry. However, sometimes some ships just don’t work. Please don’t force ships on me. That’ll give you an automatic unfollow. For family-relationships, if your character has a relationship prior to our roleplaying history with him according to the your hc/etc, please let me know about your character’s relationship with him beforehand so we can discuss it and I can act accordingly. This is for non-canon relations.
— Starters & Memes:
I love memes and you can always send me one no matter if we’ve interacted before or not. When it comes to starters, I like doing greeters from time to time but sometimes I don’t have time to do some. So, if you want to interact, just message me ! That’ll be much easier. Also always feel free to continue a meme as a thread, provided that you do such in a separate post.
— OOC Drama & Guilt tripping:
Just please don’t — I’m someone who gets affected easily and if see unnecessary drama or hate, I’ll simply unfollow and ignore.
— Triggers:
I’ll always tag any potential triggers ( blood tw, violence tw etc. ) and those mentioned in your rules, however I may slip once in a while so please do let me know if you’d like anything tagged. I understand completely and want this to be a safe space for everyone.
— Age:
I am 18 and of age at the moment — however, smut will be done on a case-to-case basis tentatively. I’m also always up for black-outs and such.
— Replies:
Unfortunately, I’m a very slow student who has lots of exams so it’s very likely that I’ll miss replies or reply late from time to time. A friendly reminder is more than welcome but please don’t pester me.
— Formatting & Images:
My preference is to use icons but I don’t mind if you use something else or nothing at all. It’s your writing that matters. Besides the credits on the sidebar, I’ve made everything on this blog myself so please don’t take them without my permission !
— OOC:
There will be OOC posts in this blog. For out of tumblr contacts, I’ll be more than happy to give skype, kik, or even maybe whatsapp to mutuals upon request.
And last of all, have fun — that’s what roleplaying is for !
Pre-Canon, unless discussed, usually after his 5th win at the GPF, unsure whether or not he’s going to continue. This is before Yuuri and the canon storyline, locations might vary but he’s back in St Peterburg.
Post-Canon, where the show left off, Yuuri and Viktor are in a relationship and living in St Petersburg, with occasional trips to Hasetsu. While this blog is multiship & multiverse, Viktor will be in a relationship in this verse unless discussed.
mafia au, orphaned at birth, he was taken by a famous Russian mafia and learned everything he knows from them. Viktor poses as the head-man while he simply works under the boss, Yuuri Katsuki. As it’s with every verse, details are subject to change.
spy au, an ex-agent who worked in Служба Внешней Разведки, SVR, or simply Russia’s foreign intelligence agency, depending on the timeline, he either works freelance or is a part of a private intelligence agency. Recruited when he was just a little boy, he’s quite experienced and used to be of top rank.
post-apocalypse au, used to be a part of the military, due to disciplinary problems, he was kicked out. Barely a year later, the infection began to spread, destroying the world in mere weeks. Viktor managed to survive, thanks to his training and skills, and is traveling across the country, hoping to find other people and perhaps, his safe heaven.
royalty au, in a world full of magic, Viktor’s the prince of a land that is in war with a neighboring country, fighting for the dominance of the ice forest in between — there are other forces at play but while both kingdoms are grieving for their losses, they’re unable to see pass their vendetta.
