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[sereprin]

▛  from here. @erosheart​ !!  ▟

      the confession is uttered, weariness dashed away from limbs within a matter of seconds, within a matter of yuuri’s touch upon his skin. tepid warmth fills him atlast ; he was always prone to coldness. and as words grace his ears, as yuuri never once failed to change his slow beating heart and soar above the clouds. this love, the love that bound them, well. it was a love that held more than tangible meaning ‘pon their fingers. 

      and they kiss, short and sweet, a whirlwind of emotions suddenly coursing through his veins and setting stars on fire across his canvas of heart. for yuuri was his everything, his universe, his galaxies, his constellations, his world. 

      yet words fail, and viktor finds himself at some sort of loss before he can quite articulate his own confession in a language he learned third down the line. not even words in french nor russian could add up, could describe the way how he felt, how much yuuri had changed him, just as he had changed yuuri. there’s a certain wetness to his eyes now, eyelashes catching and a smile blossoming across his moistened lips. 

      so he kisses yuuri again, but holds ; close, slow, languid, almost ephemeral. for their love was ephemeral, incessant, never once ceasing and faltering. and hands ascend, cup his love’s face, and as if he was squeezing his own frame to become smaller, to fit in the embrace, shoulders raised. but he snakes his arms around shoulders, rest and let fingers tangle within black hair. and when he pulls back, it’s by centimeters, and it leaves him breathless ; eyes gazing into eyes, smile caused by a smile.

      “     you’ve certainly changed me, as well, yuuri   ...    in more ways than i can really measure. some ways i can’t even remember right now. but you’ve changed me, where i find myself maybe doing something you would do, doing   ...   one of your own mannerisms. you’ve changed me for the better, and      -------      “ 

      but he’s terrible, so terrible with words, so he quiets himself, and rests his forehead on yuuri’s. for life was meant to be felt, meant to be lived, meant to be enjoyed without a single care in the world, and all of the lessons that yuuri had taught him proved to him endlessly the truth in such words. so he’ll laugh breathlessly, and    ...

      and simply feels.

[erosheart]

how much do you love me?

he is weak. a disgusting glutton for punishment, and simultaneously the one holding the whip, black, leather and branded, the perfect tool. but, yuuri is not weak because he himself is tailored as such, or because he sees himself as such. he is weak because viktor makes him so.

❛ hmm ? what’s up ? ❜       it’s a strange question, one warranting the startled, abrupt turn viktor receives in response. instantly, yuuri is worried, and instantly he’s on his feet, padding across the hardwood and just barely into viktor’s space, ready to decipher the taut emotions behind the simplest of questions. a single hand lifts, palm spread out and coming to rest against viktor’s cheek. delicate. delicate, because with viktor, yuuri is always delicate, and because with viktor, it’s all he’s ever known. digits press against the high of his cheekbone as his thumb slides ‘neath his chin and pulls viktor’s gaze to his.

❛ hey  …  what kind of question is that ? ❜       not because he can’t answer ( when can’t he, these days ? ) but instead because he wants to be sure. sure that viktor simply wants a confirmation, since that, yuuri can give him easily.

he inclines his head in silent query, lips slanted just so and brows drawn together. he doesn’t know what viktor wants, but he knows what he can give. he just hopes  …  it’s enough.

❛ well, okay, if you’re so curious. ❜       here is when he guides viktor’s lips into a chaste kiss, a feathery touch, enough to convey the safety yuuri is always willing to provide.

❛ i think  …  i. ❜       he pauses, just briefly, takes a breath, and gives viktor an easy smile.       

❛ i think if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have made myself go so far. i think  …  if you weren’t here to support me, i would’ve slipped back into that state of  …  well, you know. how i used to be. a-anyways, what i’m saying. ❜       his smile turns shy, and his hand drops only to take hold of viktor’s own, where it tightens in reassurance.       

❛ it’s never been hard for me to love you, even back then, when i didn’t know what it all meant, but  …  if you’re asking me to put a number on it, i guess  …  enough to live ? i love you enough to live for you. with you, and  …  i know that isn’t the best i could’ve given you, but  …  it’s all i have. i hope it’s, you know. enough. ❜       @sereprin​

[sereprin]

erosbled:

warmth  BLOOMS  in chest when gaze comes to rest ‘pon  familiar  figure,  QUICK  to swallow mouthful of leftover takeout from the night  PREVIOUS  ;   ❛ welcome  HOME  !!❜   called out of  habit , yet words weigh  HEAVY  with meaning yūri himself  fails  to grasp  FULLY .               // @sereprin s.c.

      “    yuuri !! aw, preevyet, makkachin, ah      --------       “ promptly kneeling would makkachin come bounding over, knocking viktor to the floor and licking his face almost incessantly with a bark. a string of laughs would dance off lips, a fight he knew he was losing with such a precious and excitable, rather large dog. but he’ll gentle nudge her off of him after the greeting for a minute or so, wiping his face off his sleeve and walking into the kitchen to drape arms upon his darling. “    i’m glad to be back home, mon cheri. did you eat a lot already ? i wanted to make a pasta dish !     “ and he’ll lean forward almost on impulse to apply a kiss on yuuri’s cheek. ( home. )

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[erosbled-blog]

" you know, this is a really good song ... dance with me ? "

glance  UPWARD  from novel nestled between  careful  fingers, spectacles  SLIPPING  down narrow nose –  SUBTLE  ache to joints from  CONTINUOUS  practice ; legs  protest  movement even while book is set  ASIDE , balance gathered before  rising  to feet –  NEVER  quite able to  DENY  beloved’s whims.  NATURAL  gravitation towards  effervescent   LEGEND , arms slipping comfortably ‘round thin waist, chin  RESTING    ( with some small difficulty )   ‘pon shoulder ; still  unaccustomed  to russia’s  BITTER  cold, gooseflesh rises despite heavy sweater. lips brush  softest  kiss ‘gainst regal cheekbone,  TIRED  hum warming vocal chords.

❛ mmh …  SURE  . . what song is it ?❜

no response – somehow, he’s not  TERRIBLY  surprised. the music picks up, something  SLOW   &   SOFT  in a language yūri doesn’t  UNDERSTAND  – not russian … french,  MAYBE  ? somehow, the lyrics sound  powerful , even to his own ears. he lets viktor  LEAD  –  INSTANTLY  missing his warmth when steps take him away. fingers  THREAD  through his own, a hand resting ‘gainst hip   ( subtlest twitch at press of fingers ‘gainst scar tissue ) .

&  then comes  FOOTWORK  –  EASY  to follow,  long  since ingrained into  MEMORY  –  SLOW  swaying  &   SHARED  breaths  &   WARMEST  laughter when pale lips brush hairline. it’s  SOOTHING , somehow – the  heartbreaking  lilt of song, the  SHUFFLE  of slippered feet ‘gainst hardwood, even breathing of  ADORED  partner. forehead rests ‘pon  BELOVED’S  shoulder, dark lashes brushing  TICKLING  kisses ‘gainst cheeks. pace  FOLLOWS  that of the song  filtering  through speakers – when it peters out,  SO  do their movements –  NO LONGER  dancing, yet  reluctant  to let go of the other. 

SOFT  sigh parts lips, arms  ONCE MORE  winding ‘round torso, pressing  impossibly  closer. it’d be a  SHAME  to break the tranquil  QUIET  of this moment – he wants to  savor  it just a bit  LONGER  – that’s not so  SELFISH , is it ?

sereprin. /

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man i heard abt that url sereprin...... eyes emoji

@sereprin || gaaaay.

OKAY I HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR A SHITTON OF RAMBLING BECAUSE I LITERALLY CAN N O T CONTAIN MYSELF???

Wow ok like, xei, babe, love, dear, we started talking literally a fe w days ago and honestly i’m just so glad you’re in my life right now what the hell??? you’re a really amazing person??? dONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ABOUT YOUR VIKTOR PORTRAYAL HOLY SHIT OKAY, fuck me up with all those HC’s because i’m really loving the amount of time, effort and love you’ve put into our fav russian and i really enjoy seeing your writing on my dash???

babes i’m so gay for xei, he’s such a great person and i will forever love them bye

[sereprin]

▛  from here. @qrowned !!  ▟

      arms loosen until they fall away, as qrow turns and embraces him himself, as lips press to his hairline, as the smile blossoms larger, as a slight lighthearted chuckle dances into grey cloth. being shorter had its ups and downs, but something about such an exchange from such a height protected him, secured him, made him temporarily forget about such horrors and stress that was the world they both lived in. 

      though worry decorated his teal eyes, a harsh reminder that no one was to be safe, no one was protected from harm’s deathly grip, prolonged periods of stress’s harsh toll visibly aging the poor man. missions that he endured, missions he had successfully completed once over the other, over and over, began to show more and more lately. viktor let go of him. 

      he sighed. 

      “     i can really see that, now   ...   i’m not as naive. it’s really a shame you have to go on those missions, qrow. can’t you skip one, just once ? you need   ...   rest. i’m pretty sure ruby and yang would agree with me in a heartbeat, you know. but if you’re really that curious,     “ oh how the cheeky smile resumes from its pause upon his face, “    i’m doing just great. better, now that i saw your grey hair again.    “

[sereprin]

RULES: tag 10 of your followers ! or not TAGGED BY:  @erosbled muah  TAGGING: @agapebled, @feyarossii, @groomgore, @qrowned, @madetime, @divinitywings, you !! whoever wants to do this!

MUSE:

NAME: viktor nikiforov NICKNAME: ice prince, vitya, viten’ka, niki ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn GENDER: demiboi FAVOURITE COLOR: royal purple, magenta, katsuki yuuri’s eyes AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: usually ranging 6 - 10. LAST THING GOOGLED: what is illegal to do in mcdonalds HEIGHT: ( 5′11 )

MUN:

NAME: micah ( bound to change soon possibly ) NICKNAME: micahroni and cheese, daddy, mmmm whatcha xei ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn GENDER: trans male ( he/him ) FAVORITE COLOR: “viktor nikiforov’s eyes” was silvs response and i feel it on cosmic levels so im keeping it AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: sleep?? idk her LAST THING GOOGLED: is it potentially dangerous to deepthroat mcdonalds french fries HEIGHT:  ( 5′2 )

[sereprin]

yūri:

❛ n - no that’s …❜   &  a  DEFEATED  sort of sigh, head hanging  dejectedly  but for a  MOMENT  –  LACKING  the  heart  to discourage fiancé when  INTEREST  has so clearly been piqued ; what he’s  done  to  DESERVE  these odd little things that happen to him – well, he’s  SURE  he’ll never know.  ❛ alright, fine.❜   if  ANYTHING , the sight of the  OH SO GREAT   &   LEGENDARY  viktor nikiforov deep throating  limp  mcdonald’s fries should be  ENTERTAINING .

       “     oh, good ! come on, yūri, grab your jacket and helmet. we’re also getting ice cream again. and a large soda. i feel the need to drink caffeine if i’m going to openly do this.    “ he’ll nudge him, the princely laugh lost to the near-cackles of true laughter at the very least, pure excitement brimming over every metaphorical edge    ;    palpable. certainly, he’s only known rare times of such happiness, such childish antics to indulge in. “   we’re sending pictures to chris, so he doesn’t feel too left out. pause the movie !    “

[sereprin]

yūri:

cue a most  VIOLENT  inhale of  hot  herbal tea, cup  HASTILY  set aside so as to splutter  INCOHERENTLY  into sweater sleeve –  WET  coughing to  distract  from  TOMATO RED  flush painted across visage ; that was  NOT  what he’d meant.

sereprin !! misunderstood.

      “    what ? is that not what you meant ? you know i’m more than willing to do it. grab your helmet, i’m ready to leave right now.    “ gentle laughter ensues, barely contained, barely restrained, a certain glint in his eyes, mischief ever so present   ;   how amusing it was to elicit such reactions.

[sereprin]

❛ i dare you to shove a whole large fry from mcdonalds into your mouth -- or, attempt to, i suppose. ❜ yūri can do it -- yuuko seems to think it's a special talent of some sort.

       “    are      ———      are you asking me todeepthroat french fries ? katsuki yuuri, you are   …  an adventure. let’s go, then. you know i love challenges. there’s a mcdonalds in the city not too far away from here, let’s go. i’ll drive.   “

[sereprin]

i did a test run of the instagram meme and im lovin it™

[sereprin]

literally jumps at :l

miss me! you thought, haha. haha ha ha ha ha

[sereprin]

if you put that lime in tempura and deep fry it, i'm making you eat all of it

that actually sounds appetizing.  ... i’m doing it.

[sereprin]

last night i had a dream all my hair turned gray. now i know how you feel.

atleast i don’t try to meticulously dye only half of my head one colour.

[sereprin]

[Comes to drop lots of love to your ask box and tell you what an amazing Viktor you are doing, and i hope you have a good day today lovely! <3]

aaaa gosh thank u so much !!!! this means a lot to me thank u love <333