#geovik

[cheesedoots]

“I wasn’t the same after meeting him…”

For @georgipopovich-voiceblog from a private rp!!! ILYSM! 😙

Commissions are open!!!

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

Visit Original Link

Four Little Bundles

AU: geovik quadruplets omegaverse AU (what a mouthful)

They’re here~ They’re so tiny and sweet, and all four of them are finally here..... Vitya was the greatest, holding my hand the whole time, whispering words of encouragement and making sure I was safe and happy.... What a grand alpha he is~

Please welcome them, they’re the greatest love I ever found~

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

The Next Appointment

Georgi can’t stop staring down at his abdomen, despite being mostly unnoticeable, his stomach right now is showing a miniature bump, he can’t help but still hold his hands over it and glow with every smile he has.  Sitting in the waiting room, he feels like the clock ticking is slower by the minute, and the doctor is taking forever, and he nuzzles his head against his sweetheart, Victor. 

“ @vitya-speaks .... when can we go in? I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen!” 

There’s even a miniature Georgi pout as he looks up to him, squeezing his hand as he thinks back.  It had already taken a few weeks to get this appointment since they found out about the pregnancy, and he could barely wait any longer.

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

18 Weeks in

Georgi was staring at the gaucho pants he was having to wear, offically having to put away his nice olive chinos that made his butt look nice.  This belly looked like six months, yet he was only a little past four.  Surprisingly, he wasn’t out of breath every two seconds, but that was mostly his athletic tendencies, despite the fact that little by little he feels his body growing more out of shape. The pregnancy classes don’t help at all either, he’s medal winning athlete, regular squats are barely an option, fucking Brenda. At least the shirt he wore was fitting okay now that his high waisted pants helped his belly that was stretching for the four babies within him. Though it’s hardly attractive, some stretchy cheap thing he bought since male omegas seem to never have any good maternity clothing.

Are those keys rustling? “ @vitya-speaks ” He calls for his alpha, hearing some noises in the other room, wondering if he was home yet. “Is that you?” If it was, he had to make a rush for the kitchen, he’d tried to make a nice dinner for them and was going to surprise him with a romantic evening.  So he starts trying to do a waddle down the hall in a quickened pace.

yeah, that’s going to make him out of breath real quick.

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

Visit Original Link

No Matter What

Georgi decides to make a romantic dinner with rose petals and candles lit and music playing, “you are so beautiful” for his sweetheart, Victor Nikiforov to come home to.... But the sight of such wonderful things, and the message of the song is too much....Victor is upset, not at Georgi... But at himself

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

The Internal Storm

Georgi stretches his legs one last time before taking off his blade guards, having moved away from Victor just to get ready for his performance to be taking place up next. "You and Yakov worry too much, I'll rest when the competition is done, Vitya..." He sets the guards down by his bag, stepping onto the ice, his back aching, his leg twitching, eyes grey and head throbbing.  

His twenty hours of practice the night before was the hell he had decided upon himself, and it ached.  Viktor watched the others leg when he saw it twitch, looking over his form slowly. It was familiar to what he’d seen from overworked skaters before.... He doesn't want the other to skate. So when he walked over, he put his hand firmly on the other's shoulder. "Georgi please don't push yourself. You're going to get really hurt," he softened his voice, "You shouldn't skate with twitching like that.. It'll shoot up your body if you land a jump even a millimeter off, and it could give you a seizure. Please, don't skate.."

Glancing up, he notices the concern in his friend's eyes, and for a moment, he really considers how nice it sounds to lay down, to relax, to rest.... ".... I have to win gold this time, Victor. I need to get on the podium for once. I'll be fine. I'll rest later."  He sets a hand on his friend's knuckles delicately. "I'll go see a doctor when I'm done, I promise."

"Please.." Victor whispered softly, reaching up to bring the others fingers up to his lips. "Please don't hurt yourself baby boy. I don't want to see you hurt. We can both go home and get you a nice salt bath, how's that sound? It's not worth it if you're not having fun.."

"I'll see you when I'm done, Vitya. Wish me luck."  Twenty hours of practice was not about to go to waste, Georgi has worked too hard this year, and he was pushing himself further. He turns to glide out to the middle of the rink where he should begin his stance.

Viktor  is shocked his talk didn’t work, and he sighs in frustration. He took off his blade guards. He already knew something was going to happen. With shaking like that.. But Georgi would never forgive him if he pulled him from the skate seconds before it was going to begin. So, he stood there, one foot on the ice, and waited for the inevitable.

Standing in the center, he holds his head up high, as if all exhaustion had left him immediately, leaving every stray emotion that didn't have to do with his program off the ice.  He'd worked since the beginning of the previous season on this, spending overtime in the rink, trying to redeem himself, trying to show the world he wasn't just some overly emotional hack. His power in his jumps as he began were hindered, yet graceful, his arms sway majestically as he passes by skater after skater on the sidelines, his costume sparkling as he passes them by.  "Okay, Georgi... you're going to be safe about this.... Vitya knows what he's talking about and you have to make sure you don't land on that leg badly, you'll be fine"

Georgi seems to be doing quite well so far actually, he does seem very tired in his second half, weaving his legs in a grapevine, closing his eyes as he counts his breaths, his headache throbbing beneath the beaming lights as he listens for the music.  His last jump is coming up, he's almost done, almost home free, and then he's going to lay down in the locker room and sleep until the results come in. Skating backwards, he gets ready, and pushes off his single leg, off goes his liftoff, spinning in the air in almost slow motion.... yet that pressure from the jump was enough, he didn't even need to land. 

And he didn't. He crashed

Limbs go limp, eyes roll, instead of landing on his single blade, he tumbles almost over the sideboards in a loud bang, turning and landing face down to the ice, convulsing as was predicted, laying on his stomach as it happened.  A gash on his head, and another on his chest from the boards.

Vik was skating over the moment he saw that the other wouldn't land. He didn't make it in time to catch the boys head, but he did get there faster than anyone else. And as he skid to a stop and dropped to his knees, he lifted the others head to his lap and covered his face from all the lights with his jacket, leaning down to softly coo to him, petting his hair slowly. "Try and relax it baby, try and relax it-" he was touched on the shoulder. He didn't know who it was, but he snapped at them to get the Fuck out of his way. And with Georgi's head still on his lap he reached over the other to re straighten his leg, cursing softly as he kept time of the seize.

His breath caught in his throat at this terrifying feeling that ran through him, as though his muscles all at once just tensed up and wouldn't let go, like he was bound in his own skin.  Dazed from the hit on his head, he can hear that familiar voice, and he refocuses slightly, trying to do as was told, a free hand of his shaking as he touched at his leg, still feeling tense, but tender. "hh.....hhhhhuuu......huuuuuurts......" He grunts, squeezing his eyes shut at that.  Was this what it felt like? This electric intensity that held him captive?

“I know.... I know...”

Georgi grunts, tears rolling from his eyes as he relaxes his leg with him, taking control of the intensity that surged through him.  He was terrified, but the Russian who took such good care of him was right here, he was close enough to hold hands. I can't win gold now.... I'll never win gold....I'll never make the podium growled in his head.... now was no time for this.... Victor is here,  That was what he cared about now.....

"Georgi!" he snapped, not angrily just. Firmly. To get his attention. "Focus on me! Block everything else out immediately. Alright? Block it out. Relax your leg," he propped the other's shin up on his shoulder, pressing it up to his hip to stretch him out like how you do for a muscle cramp. And as he did, he felt it start to relax a little. "Good, good just like that."

When it was over he sat back and let out a relieved sigh, quickly checking the time. After confirming it he leaned over the other and down, pulling him up into a hug. "Shh, it's alright. You need to go to the hospital, I'm coming with you. Alright? You're not allowed to say no either way." He pointed for the ref on the ice to grab Georgi's other skate, and hoisted him up into his arms. "I'm not going to say I told you so, but what have we learned?"

"Y-You.........w-were right..." He grunts, a hand gently holding onto his shirt and head leaned to his chest in comfort needed, his exhausted body couldn't say no to being taken care of, every bit of him needed to relax and get rest.  With the cameras flashing, he covers his face with an frozen hand that was sitting on the ice chips, he was tired, he just wanted to be taken care of right now.