It wasn’t because Viktor knew little people among the skating community, he was quite sure that wasn’t the case — considering they travelled the world and the people at the top didn’t change that often, he had spoken with a fair amount of them. But somehow, his and Otabek’s paths hadn’t crossed yet, which was a shame because the Russian skater had heard his name quite often the past few months. Having that in mind, when he saw the man in question, he knew he had to meet him in person — so he simply made his way towards him. “Hello ! I believe we haven’t met properly—”
oh, he meant competitive skating. that was a lot different. he’d been in the juniors since he was twelve, but still… the seniors were a lot different. he couldn’t tell what it was. sure, everybody was very friendly, but there was definitely a different degree of pressure - it was more intense, and a lot more weighed on your shoulders. maybe that was it. “IT MAY BE DIFFICULT…” a deep breath, shaking his head. “IT MAY BE DIFFICULT, BUT I’M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP. I LOVE SKATING. IT’S EVERYTHING TO ME, AND I’M NOT GOING TO LET ANYTHING STOP ME PROVING THAT I DESERVE TO BE HERE.” his dark blue eyes were filled with determination, a slight crease forming on the bridge of his nose and an almost smile tugging at the corners of his lips. there was a pinkish hue dusting the tips of his cheekbones. “THEN, I GUESS I BETTER MAKE SURE I’M INTERESTING ENOUGH.” a cheeky grin formed on his features.
“And that’s the spirit — Вот это настрой !” He grinned, downing the rest of the champagne. Skating was difficult, a long marathon that had basically no end, until one was left discarded because of a simple injury or simply because of age, ( come on, 27 was notthat old ) — age was still a soft spot for Viktor, as the magazines and rumors around the social media constantly worried about. Doing his best not the make a face at the thought, he took another glass of champagne, discarding the empty one on the table. “Perhaps — I don’t think it’ll be much of a challenge for you, huh?” He grinned and with another wink, took another sip from his drink.
He had never wanted to rip anything out of Viktor’s hands before, not even when the man had been serving them both hearty bowls of Katsudon. his fingers curled into fists, Yuuri was visibly sweating as he saw the shirt going over Viktor’s head, and soon, a printed version of one of the most embarrassing moments of his life was staring right back at him, courtesy of his coach.
AND AS IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH. It was almost as if all of the oxygen had left the room in the time in which it took Viktor to pull out the pillow– he knew those, had had those, one or more of them of Viktor, somewhere tucked away in the depths of his storeroom; he had hugged one of them to sleep every day for five years in detroit– which of course sported him lying jauntily on the front, his features embellished. Why on earth was he TOPLESS? Could people really buy this? Had they already, and was he invading beds whilst they spoke ? All of a sudden it felt like he had forgotten how to breathe.
❛ I- NO. Why would you..? Why would you want to buy something like THAT! ❜ He was definitely burning the shop down the moment he had the chance.
“Huh ?” Genuinely surprised at Yuuri’s reaction, Viktor’s eyebrows shot up, a hand curling around the pillow almost protectively. He’d genuinely enjoyed the purchase he’d made, still very glad to have stumbled upon the shop — so he was taken aback by the reaction. “Why wouldn’t I ?” He asked with a tilt of head, the rest of the bags lying discarded on the counter. There were many other merchandise with Yuuri’s face plastered on them, keychains, posters, other shirts, a few scarves…
Deciding not to mention those hidden in the bags, his attention was solely focused on the other, before he asked. “Don’t you like it ?“ Taking another glance at the dakimakura, he honestly couldn’t find something bad about it — it was a great shot of the Japanese skater, his clothes were good- he looked quite good, it was a perfect portrayal. Viktor knew there were many versions of pillows with his face on them, had seen the limited editions, special costumes— had even signed a few. They were undoubtedly a vital part of the fanbase merchandise and Viktor certainly wasn’t against them.
“I think they really are great ! Look at it, isn’t it amazing?”
roxas was… he’d say traumitized but not quite. confused. rather confused and kind of worried about the state of the older male but it wasn’t any of his business. however, there was a part of him that felt his cheeks heat and he immediately thought about what was viktor up to beforehand. had he just woken up? had he slept at all? had he slept with somebody else? his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth. “V-VIKTOR, PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE A REASONABLE AND RATHER SAFE EXPLANATION AS TO WHY YOU’RE WALKING AROUND HALF DRESSED.”
“Reasonable or safe? You gotta decide —” Viktor grinned before letting out a groan again and pinched the bridge of his nose, willing to shoo away the headache. He wished he had his sunglasses with him ( while at the same time he was surprised to be even wearing clothes ). Focusing his attention back on Roxas he couldn’t help but let out a laugh, which did nothing to help the headache. “ — I guess the best thing I can tell you is that I got drunk. I don’t think you’d want the details, da?”
The boy tugged his jacket closed, zipping it up as they were met by the harsh cold of winter, pulling his hood up once the jacket was closed. He followed Victor up to his car and waited for it to unlock before climbing in the passenger seat, and turning to look at the other man. “You’re awfully optimistic about this restaurant. Were the ratings that good? I wonder if it’s a foreign chef.”
Having thought he’d missed his keys somewhere, it took him a moment too long to find them as he sheepishly searched. Once he did, he got inside, powering the engine soon after. “Yeah— that’s the thing-” He started to drive, hopefully knowing where to go without getting lost. “It had like 4.9 stars ? And more than a few people kept recommending it to me.”
Worry apparent on his face, Viktor had been walking around the block for the past fifteen minutes, getting more concerned by each passing second. One minute he was walking Makkachin and when he turned back, the dog had just… disappeared. As he was getting close to breaking down, he spotted the familiar face and all but ran towards him. “Otabek — sorry to bother you like this but have you seen a brown poodle? I can’t - I can’t find him.”
Speaking from experience only, when alcohol was involved, Viktor knew he got… unusual, perhaps more of an extrovert than he normally was ( which was saying something already ). And as Yuuri mentioned many many times, he had turned into a bit of an exhibitionist on that day especially, when they’d stumbled into the Thai skater and Celestino. After knowing what he did detail by detail, even Viktor himself was slightly… uneasy when he stumbled into the skater again. “Uh — I should perhaps apologize about… about that day, Yuuri mentioned… a bit about what happened.”
“Sounds like fun. I mean, I’m assuming by food and alcohol, you’re implying getting as drunk as possible” Christoophe smiled, dropping an arm around Viktor’s shoulder as he leaned into his side. “You’re the most fun to get drunk with, you know.” He smiled. “So, what? We just wander around until we find a place? Or have you heard anything good? Someone was telling me about a bar downtown, so we can make our way there if nothing interesting catches our interest in the meantime.”
“You know me so well —” Viktor spoke, a wide grin on his face as he lead the way, looking forward to the evening they were going to spend. “Likewise, Chris, I can bet that it’s going to be a legendary night—” As they left the hotel, he was glad that it was such a beautiful night, the weather chilly yet not so cold, just his favourite. “I heard a place or two but I think it’s more of a black tie place rather than a bar ? We can look around then head towards the bar you’ve mentioned then.”
Whenever Viktor was back in Hasetsu and near those lovely people, he was at his happiest, around Yuuri &&Makkachin with occasional trips to the ice rink. He couldn’t imagine a better time off and on one particular day off, he made his way to the other skater, a grin on his face before he spoke. “I feel like we still haven’t toured the town very well yet— perhaps we should do that today?
oh… even viktor nikiforov thought his jumps were bad. but they were his strong suit. even when he would struggle doing the ina bauer, he could easily perform triple axles and salchows before he was thirteen. he could execute quads like breathing at age fifteen. but it was the step sequences, and the spins when his skates were on the ice and it was so embarrassing because he couldn’t even grasp the basics. what was he doing there? “… I’VE BEEN SKATING FOR ELEVEN YEARS NOW. I MEAN…” no, he wouldn’t project his negative thoughts onto his idol. that was rude. besides… “AS MUCH AS I’M ENJOYING TALKING TO YOU, NIKIFOROV-SENPAI, SURELY YOU’D RATHER SPEND YOUR TIME TALKING TO SOMEBODY MORE DESERVING OF YOUR TIME.”
Viktor shook his head slightly at the other’s words, trying to figure out how to voice what he actually meant. “Competitive experience, especially this kind is quite different to skating at home-” And it was, skating in an international field, seeing others act and put effort into what they loved was much much more different to working at home, no matter how intense it might be. Making a motion with his hand dismissively, he spoke, “No worries, Roxas, the conversation was so dull over there anyways.” With another smile, he took a sip from the champagne, it took him a bit more to get drunk but he enjoyed the buzz nonetheless.
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.
