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nikiforovia:

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A frigid chill in the air barely registers upon his skin, evidence of the cold weather visible only in the expel of misted breaths past rosy lips. The body presently huddled closely against his radiated enough warmth to keep him cosy even in blizzards, he tugs the thick, woollen blankets draped over them a little further up, stealing a doting glance at the man seated beside.

In defiance of their captivity, of being ripped away from their everyday lives with not the soupcon of a clue as to when they’d return, if ever, Viktor was at the peak of happiness. It was impossible not to be, when the best gift he could ever ask for was right here sharing his birthday with him.

As their carriage gently rocked, Reindeer preparing to ascend into the flickering night sky, he has eyes for only one star. He brings his student’s, no his rival’s, hands to his lips, skimming across a knuckle before settling to plant a kiss on the glaring, golden ring.

❝ You’ve truly spoilt me with all of this Yuuri. ❞  

❝ I feel just terrible that I was able to do so little for yours. ❞  

Of course it had been his plan to spoil Viktor on his birthday but nothing back in their own world could compare to what they were about to experience. It didn’t matter how cold the afternoon seemed to be, the warmth of the woollen blankets and the closeness of the two of them were the best distraction.

Sure, Yuuri’s attention had mostly been on his coach but as soon as the reindeers started to move, dark eyes averted their gaze over the side of the sleigh with a light and pleasant smile upon his lips. However, his distraction was short lived when his hand was taken as Viktor pressed his lips against the gold ring he wore upon his finger— the ring which matched Viktor’s own.

A small shake of his head was his response to Viktor’s statement. “It doesn’t matter,” He said softly, his cheeks aglow with a soft rosy hue but whether that was from the tender touch of the man beside him or the biting cold of the winter breeze, it was unclear. It didn’t matter… what mattered was that Viktor was enjoying himself and judging by the bright look in those lovely eyes of his, he seemed to be doing just that. Removing his hand from Viktor’s grip, he moved it upward to gently cup his cheek. “As long as you’re having fun.”

His hand lingered for a second before he lowered it again and added, “I saw a skating rink earlier… it might be a little crowded but maybe we could go there later.”

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pacifstgoat:

     Asriel was starting to get a little bit creeped out by the staring, but he had endured worse. A nervous grin was sent over to the human, paw raising slightly to wave. Hopefully the human wasn’t planning to kill him or anything, that wouldn’t be good! Asriel didn’t want to have to use his magic to defend himself. 

     Luckily, he could nearly taste the anxiety in the air, the stiffness obvious in both of them. He began to opened his mouth to utter a small greeting, but before he got far, the other was speaking. “Uhm, it’s okay!” Asriel spoke, carefully treading with his words. 

     “Uhm, I get the same look from a lot of humans! They don’t remember monsters, I guess!” He gave a sympathetic grin. He was scared the first time he saw a human! “Hive City is really weird. I’m Asriel. Asriel Dreemurr.”

When he had actually acknowledged the… whatever it—he was, Yuuri hadn’t exactly anticipated a response. So when the small being actually replied with words, fully understanding what it was he had said, he was stunned into silence as an embarrassed flush rose up to his cheeks. Damn it, way to make a fool of yourself, Yuuri. Great job.

He hid his face in his hands for a couple of seconds, willing the earth to swallow him up forever. That was rude, extremely so… he had to apologise again. He peeked through his fingers as he finally found his voice, “I’m sorry! That was rude of me… I suppose I was just a bit surprised…” Removing his hands from his face, now that the initial shock had begun to fade away, he could see that, well… he wasn’t that scary after all. Sure, he was talking and all but he didn’t seem hostile, just as awkward as Yuuri felt, evidently. 

Asriel, huh? So he had a name... that made him even less scary. Slowly, Yuuri began to relax just a bit. Not completely, of course, but enough to show he was starting to feel just a little more comfortable. “I’m Katsuki Yuuri,” He greeted, managing a small smile. But seeing as Asriel introduced himself with his given name... “You can call me Yuuri...” A small pause before adding, “Have you been here long?”

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pankfeya:

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     Unbelievable! That pig bastard had been hauled into this mess too? Counter to the contortion of the teen’s fair features into a hostile scowl, Yuri was actually relieved to see a familiar face. Even JJ’s stupid mug would have been a welcome sight by this point. But he’d sooner DIE than let something like that slip out. Nevertheless, seeing his all time rival brought fourth a tide of feelings, including but not limited to; irritation, bewilderment …comfort, and soon he let the reigns on his temper fly leaving him wracked in agitation.

In order to catch up to the older athlete, Yuri sprinted up the path until he’d gained considerably on other Yuuri, who was greeted with a mid air kick right to the side of his rib cage.

     “Oie loser!”

“Since when have you been here?!” 🐾

That familiar, infuriated voice had the elder male stop right in his tracks, however it would seem Yuri would not give him chance to greet him properly.

In a way, he should have expected this. Really.

But still, the fact he dropkicked him out of nowhere still caught him off-guard. With a surprised ‘ack’ he was kicked right off his feet and landed a little ways away from his fellow skater. He didn’t move right away, instead he just lay there, contemplating his fate and the other Yuri’s words.

How long had he been here? Good question, he wasn’t sure. What he was sure of, though, was the relief flooding his very being at the sight of yet another familiar face. First Viktor, now Yuri... he wasn’t as alone as he thought and that was enough for him to forget the throbbing in his side for the time being. Damn, Yurio could really kick when he wanted to...

“Yurio?” He finally greeted the other from his position on the floor. Peering up at him, he considered his question yet again. “A... few weeks, I think. It’s hard to keep track. This place is so weird...” He rolled on to his side, wincing a little as he picked himself up. “When did you get here?” A short pause before adding with a slight smile, “Viktor’s here too!”

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memorianima:

@katxuki

The cold weather really was tricky for her, on the one hand it improved her mood. She loved the snow and the puffs of air of the world breathing. But it also left her sad and reminded her of a harder time. Tonight though with ice crystals clinging to lampposts and a golden glow to the night she felt better than most days. Enough so when the coffee shop gave her two teas instead of one as soon as she walked outside she offered it to the nearest stranger. 

“Would you like this? They gave me two. It’s green tea.”

“Oh… um…”

He had been minding his own business, enjoying what could he could actually consider normality for the time being. For the most part, his time here so far had been rather… strange to say the least (despite him actually finding out Viktor was here too). Having stopped outside the coffee shop to regain his bearings, he was very surprised to have been approached by a stranger offering him an extra drink.

Reaching out, though the bemused expression remained upon his face, he received the cup from the girl. “Thank you but I… don’t have anything to give you in return…” 

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This episode fulfilled my every need I’m living my skin is clear Yuuri Katsuki is my role model etc etc

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nikiforovia:

Viktor required no further goading to follow behind Yuuri footsteps, excitement lining his gait with a sprightly bounce. The inside of the foyer was…underwhelming to say the least. It lacked the quaint charm of  Hasetsu Castle or the grandeur of the professional ice rinks he’s performed on most of his life. Still, it’s something.

The service desk was empty, prompting him to tinker at the bell left on the counter repeatedly until someone emerged to serve them. A round faced man, the saggy skin crinkling around his eyelids showing his years.

❝ Two people please! ❞ Viktor took the initiative to order for the both of them, walking off with both pairs of rental skates (not very good ones, he makes a mental note) before seating himself on one of the provided benches. Once he’d make quick work of lacing up his own skates, he held the second pair up for Yuuri to see – one boot in each hand.

❝ Oh Yuuri~ ♥ ❞

❝ Want me to help you put them on? ❞

Yuuri didn’t care much for the interior of the place. In fact, there wasn’t much he cared about unless it was the actual rink. The state of the skates didn’t bother him and the shabby benches didn’t bother him either. Actually, he felt rather nostalgic. That warm feeling in the pit of his stomach didn’t cease and only intensified when Viktor caught his attention yet again.

He looked up at his coach holding up a pair of skates and the question lingered between them. Dark eyes remained transfixed upon the older man for a solid few seconds before a rather rosy hue dusted his cheeks in response to his question. Though he didn’t entirely know why he had offered to help—he was capable of lacing his own skates—he found that the answer to his question came to him before he had chance to contemplate it further. 

Wordlessly, and with a small affectionate smile of his own, he gave a small nod and allowed him to proceed.

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THEY’RE SO IN LOVE

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nikiforovia:

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❝ Yuuri. ❞

For someone who’d been contentedly blathering away to his trainee just seconds beforehand, Viktor’s voice had reduced to a quiet rumble, strides jerking to a halt outside a building he wasn’t aware even existed here, until now. A wistful tinge glossed over pearly blue hues, and he smiled, not one of his goofy ‘showbiz’ smiles, but a real one, tugging from someplace within.

❝ Let’s go inside? ❞ 

He gestured to the establishment, on which the outdoor sign simply read ‘ Ice Rink’.

“Hm?” 

He’d stopped a few paces ahead of Viktor, unaware that the other male had ceased walking until a split second later. Their conversation cut short by the look he was giving the establishment in front of them and for the first time since arriving here in the city, Yuuri felt a warm feeling pool within the pit of his stomach.

Some familiarity at last; a little piece of home.

Excitement grew until he couldn’t contain a smile of his own. With a determined nod in response to Viktor’s question, he took the lead and made his way to the door.

“Come on!” He urged, gesturing him to follow.

He was dying to get back on the ice, he hadn’t realised he’d missed it so much.

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phichit: why are u naked

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phichit: *opens yuuri's closet*: u have shirts, sweaters-- hi viktor, jeans,

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nikiforovia:

“Viktor? Viktor!”

Yuuri? STUNNED by the waves of paranormal activity unfolding all around him, Viktor had begun to doubt the very foundations of his sanity, the very functionality of his own hearing! Was the sweet and innocent echo of his younger protege truly calling to him, or was this yet more cruel trickery designed to SHATTER his spirits?

There was but one path to confirmation, spinning towards the source of the voice, crystalline hues swell and pale tiers split open a smile across his visage; an unbridled declaration of his immense GLEE at perceiving the frumpish clad silhouette of one Yuuri Katsuki in the distance.

Yes! It was him indeed, right there—So near yet so far and as Viktor spread his arms to welcome the rising skating star into them, he cringed at witnessing the vicious cheese assault tumbling from the Heavens straight on top of Yuuri’s poor, hard head. The blow seemed to be recovered from quickly enough though, so he continued to stay put and let the other run to him, arms still outstretched and inviting.

❝ Yuuuuriii! Thank the Gods! ❞ 

Once close enough, he’d wrap them around the shorter man, pulling him in close enough to nuzzle cheek against cheek.

❝ Have you come to take me away from this awful place? ❞

By now Yuuri was more than used to Viktor’s sudden displays of affection so the way the older man held him did not come as a surprise. Still, his cheeks flushed a flattering rosy hue (something he couldn’t prevent) as his coach seemed to nuzzle into him. An action that would once have embarrassed him to the point of fleeing but now, he found comfort in the fact he wasn’t alone in this weird, dreadful place.

His head still throbbed from the cheese attack but he ignored it for now. Unfortunately, though... it had confirmed that this was not, in  fact, a nightmare.

“I… wish I could but I don’t even know what this place is.” He glanced around a couple of times, trying to make sense of the chaos around them. Wax encased objects littered the streets and Yuuri believed he may have gotten lucky with the block of cheese—who knew what else could fall from the sky…

He took a breath and fixed his gaze upon some shelter across the street. Taking charge of the situation, he moved out of Viktor’s hold to instead tug at his wrist in order to prompt him to follow. “We need to… get out of whatever the hell this is…” That block of cheese did hurt after all. “How did you get here?”

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sweetbaku:

Doremy gave the ghost a swing of her arm in triumph. “See? Even the human has faith in you.” She wasn’t expecting him to pull through like that. They were both able to nod along to his comments and the ghost agreed with a wail. He had his fun and it was time to float back home now, take a while longer to rethink their choices. Maybe a new dream could help with that. “That will have to be a treat for next time then, won’t it? Go along now, back to your deceased business.” She waved the ghost off as they left, turning back to her lone human accomplice. As much as Doremy was now looking forward to the katsudon, there were more lessons to be taught here.

“How was that for dealing with your first spirit? And now, I shall be your second experience.” Pulling up her cap, she revealed two tapir ears. The human’s knees also felt a clean swat from her ox tail that had been snaking behind her. It was clear she was no human either, though unclear if he could recognize her classification of youkai. 

Dormey wagged a finger in the air at him to give a helpful tip. “When in doubt, offer a compliment.” With most youkai being temperamental human gobblers, kind words did surprising wonders. 

His head was spinning; this girl dealt with the ghost like it was nothing. His heart hammered against his chest, his palms began to feel gross and sweaty and he could only watch dumbfounded as the ghost went along with its business after the young girl had waved it away.

He’d seen some strange things in his life but this… this just topped it.

“I…” He couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Sure, he had mustered up the courage when the ghost was present but now he felt his bravery left him as quickly as it had come. “That… it was…” He fumbled through his words, hands wringing together nervously as dark hues watched the girl reach for her cap.

Okay, so the previous statement was a lie. This had just topped it.

He couldn’t do much other than just stare at her, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. A very strong urge to reach out and touch those… ears… overwhelmed him and before he even knew what he was doing his hand had already extended outward.

However, he snatched his hand back as soon as the tail, yes tail, whipped at his legs. The suddenness of the action earned the girl a small, very embarrassing yelp of surprise and his cheeks flushed as soon as he realised his previous actions earlier might have been considered rude.

“I-I’m sorry!” He apologised instantly, bowing deeply as he did so. “Th-this is just… I’m dreaming, right?” This had to be a horrible nightmare, it just had to be. He straightened up and cast the girl a curious yet uncertain glance. “Those… are they real?”