y!!! on ice hannibal AU and The Old Guard social media??? Your wips sound great i'd love to hear more about them
thanks so much babe!!! 💞💞💞
yoi hannibal au
ok so this sort of stemmed from me having Emotions TM about dumb distinguished gays hannibal lector/victor nikiforov getting completely swept off their feet by strange anti-social nerds will graham/yuuri katsuki
because like, in canon, before they met their beloved weirdos, they were bored, which for them meant death. for hannibal, because serial killers get careless and then are caught, and for vitya, because skaters get stuck, and then lose all joy from the ice.
plus there’s the physical similarities, with the grey haired eastern european rich ass suited up Very Important And Well Known men, and then their brown hair glasses soft faced loner husbands who love their dogs.
so i went hmmmmmuuushhem together
the result is true crime podcast host/investigative specialist yuuri katsuki hyperfixating on a serial killer who just-so-happens to be viktor nikiforov, the eccentric luthier (??? maybe??? i haven’t decided lol, something to do with music) who has been attemting to woo a blushing and only slightly oblivious yuuri. phichit and chris are clutching each other in the background. i haven’t decided if they’re in on it yet, whichever one has more comedic potential.
tog social media au
this was born from the various posts on this here hellsite about the immortal gang having social media accounts, and booker running a super pretentious booktube/commentary channel, and i couldn’t resist the urge to drabble.
plus, my mom is in various bookclubs, three of which are anti-racist/revolutionary in nature, and she likes to talk to me about who said what and how this one lady didn’t read this month but insisted on talking the whole time, or about how this one dude isn’t quite radicalized yet so he doesn’t know what a proletariat is, or how this one person said this stupid thing, and as a result i’ve taken to imagining with great pleasure how each member of the immortal squad would absolutely flame them.
they are, of course, still immortal vigilantes, so every once in a while they’ll say something that’s normal but slightly to the left, like “nicolo and i have been having this argument for centuries now but i am right and he knows it,” or they’ll make some comment about how oscar wilde was a prick who made terrible tea, or they’ll talk to each other in like a proto-indo-iranian language or something, and since they put subtitles on all their videos and they’re not like, Serious videos, most of their audience is like ‘haha jokes so funny’
but there’s a small group that are like, grad students and super nerds (lead, of course, by copley), who hear that stuff and go wait a damn minute, “there’s literally no record of that thing you said about mozart” or “THAT LANGUAGE HAS BEEN DEAD FOR CENTURIES??? WHAT THE FUCK?????” or “that is an honest to god rodin” or “those weapons sure are suspiciously accurate,” plus all the pictures and paintings of them dating back actual millenia
so they’ve been added to the list of immortals alongside john mulaney, anne hatheaway, hozier, florence welch, paul rudd, jeff goldblum, wang yibo, xiao zhan, keanu reeves, etc. (these people are, in fact, Actual Immortals. they get coffee sometimes and rant about how much english sucks.)
Btw, still taking prompts, you know my ships, here’s the list, etc pp.
“You’re what?” Chrisfrowned at Phichit, who was looking perfectly calm.
“Propositus. A guineapig, so to say. I’d rather be a hamster, but there you are.”
Chris ignored this.
“For the department forexperimental spells and potions, i.e. Viktor’s crazy experiments?”It wasn’t as though Chris hadn’t been the subject of these himself intheir youth, so he knew exactly what could go wrong.
“Relax, Chris. It’s aproper study, nothing at all like that time you grew a tail.”Phichit grinned at the thought, and Chris was sure Phichit would haveloved to see it, if only to take pictures of it for social media.Chris couldn’t help grinning as well, just a little.
“I actually liked it.Better, in any case, than the one with the random gravitationalfluctuations.”
“Oh!” Phichit’s eyeswidened. “Did you fly?”
“And crash.”
“Cool!”
Chris shook his head.
“That’s your point ofview.”
Phichit chuckled, put his armsaround Chris and nipped at his earlobe.
“It’ll be fine. Yuuri issetting strict parameters for the study, and I’ll be able to buy thenew phone I’ve wanted.”
Chris sighed.
“What exactly are thosestrict parameters?” The look on Phichit’s face told him everything.“You have no idea, right?”
“I trust Yuuri. Heusually knows what he’s doing.”
Chris sighed again,deeply, but pulled Phichit close against him and nuzzled his head.
“I won’t try to talk youout of this, because I know that never works, but if something badhappens to you, I am going to jinx Viktor something awful. Yuuri,too.”
“I’ll tell them.”
“You do that, Petit.”
“Chris? Chriiiiis, areyou awake?”
He was awoken by a whinein his ear and the familiar weight of his lover on top of him.
“Am now.” He struggledto see in the darkness of their bedroom. Phichit sat on top of him,knees on either side, looking down. He’d already undressed, that muchChris could see, apparently ready to join him in bed. “What’swrong? Did you just get home?” Chris turned his head and squintedat the glowing numbers on the alarm clock. 2 a.m.
“Nothing wrong exactly.But you know, about me testing Viktor’s improved acuity potion?”
His voice was a littlehigh pitched and Chris was wide awake at once.
“What went wrong?”
“Nothing, but one of theapparent side effects is that I’m really, really horny now,”Phichit muttered.
Chris laughed in relief.
“Want any help withthat?” he asked, running his hands along Phichit’s naked sides,feeling him lean into the touch.
“Yes, please.”
Chris lifted Phichit asidegently, just to get rid of the blanket covering him, then pulledPhichit down on him again and spread his legs, wrapping them aroundPhichit’s waist.
“Do your worst. Or best.Maybe this potion testing isn’t so bad after all.”
“Is everything okay?”Phichit’s voice rang through the apartment, just as Chris rinsed hismouth.
“I’m fine. Eatensomething off, probably.” He washed his face, then turned toPhichit, who was standing in the door. “Feeling better already.”
“You sure?” Phichitlooked disproportionately worried, but then Chris realized that inthe two years they’d been together, he’d never actually been sick. Hewondered what it could have been, but couldn’t think of anything he’deaten that might easily cause food poisoning. Maybe a bout of stomachflu, then. He’d never been prone to it, but these things happened.
“I’m sure.” He smiledat Phichit, who still didn’t look entirely convinced.
“Alright, but go see ahealer if it happens again, okay?”
Chris nodded, sure that iswas nothing.
“Something’s wrong withyou.”
“My, Petit, you’recharming.” Chris gave him a wan smile, but it was true, somethingwas wrong, he’d been feeling nauseous and tired for days now, andmost of the time couldn’t even stand the smell of food.
“Tell me your symptoms.”Phichit had whipped out his new phone, and Chris rolled his eyes.
“You’re not going togoogle my symptoms, you might as well call the undertaker already.”
“Throwing up, tired, noappetite.” Phichit was not that easily deterred.
Chris lay down on thecouch, closing his eyes.
“I’m just a little underthe weather.”
“Hmmm…” It was allPhichit said for a moment, and Chris opened his eyes again, lookingat him. He was frowning at his phone.
“So? Which fatal diseaseam I suffering from?”
“Yeah, alright, this wasstupid. The most likely cause for your symp…” He stopped abruptlyand to Chris’ surprise the phone fell right from his hand, clatteringonto the floor. “Oh damn.”
Phichit picked it up againhastily.
“Petit?”
“You stay right whereyou are, I’ll have to check something. Don’t move. Don’t do anything.I’ll be back in a moment.”
Well, this wasdisconcerting.
“Pregnant? Oooh, this isa bad joke, a very bad joke.”
But no one laughed. Chrisglared at Viktor, who looked infuriatingly calm, then at Yuuri, whowas rather flushed, and at last Phichit, pale and shaken, like him.
“We’ll have to run somemore test, but it seems, well… We knew this was a possibility infemale test subjects or the female partners of test subjects, but wedidn’t think – since Phichit did not have a girlfriend, after all,that this would matter in his case. Some of the more exoticingredients…”
At the look on Chris’face, Viktor added hastily: “Now, just stay calm, I’m sure we canreverse this, if we find a suitable…”
Chris’ hand was on hiswand, and he couldn’t stop himself from screaming, even if he’dwanted to.
“I’ll kill you, Viktor,I swear…”
“Chris? Chris! Wake up!”
He sat up gasping, staringwildly around himself in the dark, utterly disoriented. The lightswere turned on suddenly, and he realized he was in bed with Phichit,who was looking at him wide-eyed.
“Hey. Bad dream? Youwere thrashing something awful, yelling about – killing Viktor?What was that about?”
Chris ran his hands overhis face, trying to calm down.
“You got me pregnant.”
Phichit stared at him fora moment, mouth open, then he started laughing.
“It wasn’t funny whileit was happening,” Chris muttered, but as the reality of thesituation finally sank in, he had to smile a little too. “Damn,what a weird and vivid dream.”
“So, if I got youpregnant, why did you want to kill Viktor?” Phichit leant againsthim and Chris was happy to feel the warm weight in his arms, reliefflooding through him like a drug.
“You were testing magicpotions for Viktor and then I was pregnant.”
“Poor thing.” Phichitstroked his hair and pulled him into a hug Chris returned happily.Then he asked: “Magic potions, huh?”
Chris laughed.
“Yeah.”
“You know what thatmeans. No more reading Harry Potter before bed,” Phichit teased andChris looked almost guiltily over at the heavy tome on his bedsidetable.
“Maybe,” he muttered,feeling himself relax completely in Phichit’s arms now. Until herealized what those arms were doing, even if the movements were subtle.
“Petit, are youtexting?” he asked slowly, already knowing the answer.
“No?”
“Are you sharing myweird dream on social media?”
There was a moment’ssilence.
“No?”
Chris groaned.
“This is revenge for thevideo of you walking into that glass door, is it?”
“It went viral, Chris!”
“I know, I’m sorry.” They had had this conversation before.
“I thought it was anautomated door! I had too much momentum to stop!”
“I know.”
“It hurt.”
“Alright, I deservethis. Share my stupid dream with the world.”
“Already done.”Phichit threw the phone onto the bed and kissed Chris gently. “Bythe way, are we ever going to have sex again or are you scarred forlife after your pregnancy scare?”
Chris smirked.
“I may be persuaded intime.
Phichit grinned, thenpulled him down onto the bed and cuddled against him, yawning.
“Let’s go back to sleep,then. No more bad dreams, I’ll keep you safe.”
Chris pressed his lipsagainst Phichit’s forehead and closed his eyes.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Phichit Chulanont & Christophe Giacometti, Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov, Otabek Altin & Yuri Plisetsky
Chris and Phichit have to share a hotel room on vacation, not that either of them mind very much. But their feelings for each other are more than friendly, and life has its ways of making everything more complicated than it has to be.
The first chapter of my vacation/bed sharing/mutual pining story! It’s almost finished, so I’ll probably be posting a chapter each day until Sunday.
Anything for Jayde <3 (sorry this was so late babe!!)
Phichit was antsy. He hadn’t been able to touch Christophe in forty-eight hours. Now, this wouldn’t have been a problem on any normal day. They were long distance after all and often went months without seeing each other or touching each other.
But it was particularly painful when they were in the same room for hours on end and Phichit couldn’t even touch him in a friendly way. A touch of the shoulder, a shake of a hand, a pinch of cheek (face or butt). He couldn’t get close to Christophe as Celestino kept whisking him away to practice. Phichit would rather practice shoving his tongue down Christophe’s throat than the routine he had been skating for months now.
Phichit knew that the best plan of action would be to ditch Celestino. For whatever reason, this was a lot harder than before. Ciao Ciao was really cracking down on him, especially with the short program being the next day. Phichit just needed five minutes to be alone with Christophe.
To: Chris~
Meet me in the bathroom in 5 min ( ˘ ³˘)♥
From: Chris~
Oh??
Phichit bit his lip and looked around, shoving his phone back into his jacket and leaving the jacket draped over a chair. Celestino was currently distracted with talking to Yuuri and Phichit saw this as his opportunity to run. If only for five minutes. Christophe was resting on the other side of the rink and Phichit could see his brow furrow from there.
Phichit whisked out the rink before Celestino could notice and ducked into the nearest bathroom. There were only three stalls and sincerely hoped that nobody else would have to use the bathroom in the next ten minutes.
Phichit waited anxiously for the door to be pushed open and when he heard the telltale squeak, he perked up. He saw the flash of cropped blonde hair and he was pressing the older man up against the wood immediately, reaching around him to lock the heavy door into place.
“Ah, a rendezvous.” Christophe purred, hand reaching up to stroke at Phichit’s cheek. “If all you wanted to do was have a little fun you could have asked.”
Phichit giggled and shrugged, standing on his toes. “It’s more fun this way and I’ve been dying not being able to kiss you.” He pressed their lips together feverishly, not being able to control himself. The sounds of their lips smacking together wetly echoed through the bathroom and on any other occasion Phichit would have thought it was gross but at this moment he didn’t care.
Ship you write the most now: the most? idk, probably Victuuri would still be the most but the only ship I’m writing for now is Hannigram
Ship you read the most now: Hannigram, and all Mads/Hugh rarepairs (excluding MaDancy)
Newest ship: Hannigram
Rare ship you want to read more of: Royale Confessions (LeChiffre/LukeBrandon)
Your taboo ship: don’t have one
They never met in canon ship: all Hannigram extended universe Rarepairs
Your unexpected ship: Yurio/JJ
The ship you always forget to give love to: *shrugs*
Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): It would be my Kanda (DGM) or Law (One Piece) OC’s. Then again they were written specifically to be shipped with those characters
A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: none. I sail all my ships proudly lol
Your most romantic ship: Hannigram xD Victuuri
Your sexiest ship: Chulacometti
Your most tragic ship: ReiraxTakumi (NANA)
A ship you want more content for: Royale Confessions. But really anything with Le Chiffre in it.
Phichit has no idea what's happening, or even why it's happening, but Chris is kissing him and he kinda likes it.
His mouth is soft, just like his hair when Phichit reaches up to cup his neck, and when Phichit starts to reciprocate because "that's what you do in this situation, right? maybe?", Chris lets out this little growly purr that makes Phichit's knees weak and his body run hot.
It's over before long, and when they break apart Chris looks at him and grins. Phichit has whiplash, his head is spinning and his knees wobble until all he sees are the multi-colored strobe lights and the heat in Chris’ eyes.
His hand is still curled around Chris' nape, and maybe that's doing something to him because he hasn't taken Phichit's hand off yet, but Chris leans forward again and parts his mouth and Phichit is sure he's going to kiss him again when, suddenly, he hears Viktor whistle.
They turn to look. Viktor is waving them over, a shine in his eyes that tells Phichit that Viktor saw exactly what they did.
"We found a table!" Viktor shouts, his voice unheard over the noise, grinning like he discovered a secret. Technically, he did.
Phichit blushes and removes his hand from Chris' neck. They both give a thumbs up and continue to dance, now a little more apart than before.
"Do I get to know why?" Phichit asks, not wanting to see the look on Chris' face.
"You'll find out." Chris promises. Phichit turns to call him out on his cryptic bullshit but Chris is suddenly very, very close and looking at him with those eyes. Phichit's weak all over again, parting his mouth just in case Chris decides to kiss him again - which is stupid of Phichit and he knows this, but he's also a little drunk on the punch and the heat between them and doesn't want to separate.
It's all he can focus on. The adrenalized pounding of his heart, the mouth so close to his, the way those eyes look at him, Phichit's addicted and maybe he wants Chris to kiss him again.
Phichit smirks a little. "You have me play along but don't even tell me why? Tut tut Chris." And maybe it's a little bit unfair but he links his hands behind Chris' neck and idly runs his fingers through the hair on his nape, not missing the shiver that runs through Chris' spine.
Chris licks his lips, wets them; his gaze is suddenly hyper-focused on Phichit's mouth and then his eyes and Phichit's immediately giddier than he'd already been. And maybe it's a bit of a cheapshot, but Chris had already pulled one so Phichit tilts his head and slowly, slowly swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, watching Chris' eyes follow it.
Chris' answering grin is downright diabolical and sexy, Phichit will be the first to admit, with a hint of teeth and a curl to his smirk that suggests things. Delightful things. "They have to see us together.” Chris outright purrs, hand twitching on Phichit's waist. He has never felt more powerful. "We need to put the idea in their heads, don't we?"
Ah, yes. Right. It wasn’t real. Nothing’s real.
Phichit hums along, ignoring how that power in his chest deflates. He knew it wasn't real but, boy, does he wish. He wishes and prays and craves.
"I think they may need more convincing" is what Phichit wants to say, but what comes out instead is a smile and “Do you think they bought it?”
“Maybe...” Chris' green eyes darken into a heat that pools low in Phichit’s gut and that tiny, itty bitty annoying flare of hope springs up again, despite how hard Phichit’s warring with it. “But we may need to do it again once or twice.”
