#ocharovatelnyy

[lebenfxrseis]

{ @ocharovatelnyy   ⇾ ❤’ed  ✉ }

“Are you here to tell me that next year will be better, just like the others, or what?” He didn’t even look up to Viktor as he was sitting there, just looking down to the ground. It was still unclear to him how he could be this bad in a competition, especially after how much he practiced for it. It felt like a hard slap into his face as he saw that he didn’t make it on the podium. Although he had showed a smile earlier, this smile had disappeared as soon as he had walked away from all the others. What would have the others said if they had seen Christophe with that disappointed look on his face? They might have thought he was a sore loser and this was something he didn’t want to be at all. He was happy for the others who had won, he really was, however he couldn’t face anyone right now, especially not Viktor. 

A heavy sigh passed his lips as he finally glanced up, green hues meeting blue ones. “Or are you just here to pity me? You should be with the others and celebrate your win and not be here with me” He said, laughing a bit. It was more of a painful laugh, more to pity himself than actually him making fun. 

[cadeinama-blog]

@ocharovatelnyy;;

He didn’t make a habit of looking at Viktor’s phone, it was something that had never really occurred to him as necessary. Viktor was almost entirely open with him, and even the things he couldn’t quite bring himself to talk about Yuuri knew he would eventually, he didn’t want to doubt him at all. Even now it was just innate curiosity, the pinging of the other’s phone while he was waiting for him to get out of the shower had him glancing over for a quick look-

It’d only taken that quick glance to have him scrambling to open it up, to read the rest of the message because anything that sounded too formal and apologetic was never good, and his heart clenched the moment he managed to read through the first few sentences. ‘We regret to inform you that due to your widely publicized relationship with Mr. Katsuki we will have to drop our sponsorship...” he almost can’t continue reading at that point because a wave of realization crashed over him that took all the breath from his lungs. Viktor wasn’t going to be able to skate for his country, they wouldn’t allow him to and it was all because of him, because of what they had. He almost has to force himself to take a few shallow breaths, skimming the rest of the e-mail to see any sign that it was junk, or just some random hate mail, but the address looked right. 

The phone falls from his fingers, clattering back onto the end table as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around himself a bit, ignoring the soft whines of Makkachin who seemed to have noticed something was going on. It takes only a few moments before he reaches out for it again, deleting the e-mail before he can even properly think through what he’d done, knowing he should let him see it, let him decide for himself but...well, Yuuri knew exactly what he’d choose. 

He nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of the shower turning off, heart pounding against his rib cage as he rolled over, tugging the blankets over himself and hoping he can pretend to be asleep, that maybe Viktor won’t notice anything (a foolish thought, really). 

[thaiceprince-blog]

@ocharovatelnyy is taking one for the team

“Okay, here, I’m going to put this on, and--stay still, the ten-step cleaning process has to go first.” Gleefully, he pinned Viktor’s hair back before getting out a bunch of skincare products. Phichit was following the trends, including the big Korean skincare routines, and that meant it was going to be maybe another half hour before he actually started on the makeup.

[etiamviviens-blog]

continued from x @ocharovatelnyy​

Leo recognized just how talented and well loved Viktor was in the skating world, there was definitely dazzle in his eyes but more than anything Leo knew he was also a regular guy beneath it. Living in California, he had been disenchanted by many celebrities after seeing them around so often and realizing they were like everyone else. Sometimes they forgot their phone in their hotel room, or their sweatshirt was riding up their back after they get out of a car. Regular everyday life stuff. Although that didn’t mean he wasn’t still inspired by Viktor, and excited to be in his presence. 

Perhaps he got a little too comfortable though, as when he saw the snow on the ground, his first idea was snowball. Leo loved snow so much and it was rare he got to see it, meaning he was making that snowball before he’d even really thought of it. So when Viktor turned around and seemed so angry with him, Leo was so ridden with guilty he was trying to figure out a way to turn back time. 

“I-I...!” Oh no, how was he going to make up for this?? “I promise you won’t get sick! I’ll make sure of it, and if you do, I’ll make sure you feel well enough to skate, I would never sabotage you!” 

Putting his hands together, he held them in front of his face, half prayer, half beg. “¡Lo siento! Please, let me make it up to you!” 

[xtigris-pruuniae-blog]

&& @cadeinama and @ocharovatelnyy need to be stopped theyre consistently hitting me with the feels and its killing me omg

[cadeinama-blog]

@ocharovatelnyy;; here

“Then don’t look at me.”

Is he overreacting? Perhaps. Well, probably. But still, Yuuri should know better by now – he should know that the last thing Viktor needs is him fussing all over the place, when all he wants is some peace and quiet. Sure, if Yuuri leaves him alone, he’s going to brood, but it’s a process, and allowing him to be upset is a part of that process. Thank god it’s only a dislocated ankle, but being told to keep off the ice for two whole weeks is ample cause for sorrow.

He looks up at Yuuri, and realizes that it hurts to be so unkind to him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like – just – you can’t do anything, okay? Just give me some time to deal with it.” He pauses, pulling his mouth into a thin line. What if… but he isn’t sure – is that selfishness or selflessness? What does Yuuri really want?

“You should be at practice,” he says in the end, because that’s the right thing to do, even if it tastes like ash on his tongue. But the afternoon has wore on since they’ve come home from the ER; mayhaps it’s not much use going back now, warming up again just for a half hour of practice time. “Or,” he says cautiously, keeping his voice even, “if you want to stay, you could pick a book from the shelf and read to me.”

The cutting remark isn’t mean to hurt but he can’t hide the hint of a flinch that crosses over his features. He doesn’t know what he’s meant to do, he’d been wracked with worry the entire time he’d been with him in the ER and he hadn’t even thought to go back to the rink right now.  Besides, he couldn’t just leave him here, despite Viktor’s irritation with him he’s still concerned about him, he can’t imagine having to be benched that long sits well with him.

“I’m staying here, Viktor, it’s...I can go into the other room if you really want me to.” He concedes, although he wonders if he even really means it, if he wants him to go away. Viktor’s right, after all, there’s really nothing he can do at this point outside of fussing over him and obviously that’s grating on him. He glances over at the shelf, scrunching his nose a bit and walking over to it, fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves as he looks over the collection of books. 

“I guess I’ll settle with this, if you’ve got anything in english, I, ah, don’t think my russian’s up for the task just yet.”

[cadeinama-blog]

@ocharovatelnyy;; here

Thoroughly distracted by his phone as well as his own exhaustion – they did spend most of the day travelling and then packing – Viktor is caught completely off guard by Yuuri hugging him. “Oh, hey,” he says, huffing a surprised laugh, though he doesn’t hesitate to toss his phone into the corner of the bed, and wrap both his own arms around his new flatmate. Wow, that sounds… weird, even in thought. Viktor has lived on his own for over a decade now; this is definitely something that will require some getting used to. But he is looking forward to it a lot – who would have thought a year or so ago that this is how things would work out?

“Aren’t you tired?” he murmurs, the words getting semi-lost in Yuuri’s tousled hair as Viktor presses his lips against the top of the other’s head. “It’s like two in the morning in Hasetsu.” That makes it only eight in the evening where they currently are, and Viktor is comfortable settling into that, knowing he can wait a couple more hours before calling it a night, but Yuuri is always hit pretty hard by jetlag.

He hums softly in agreement because he’s definitely tired, he wouldn’t normally be awake at this hour but he can’t quite fall asleep, can’t shake the excitement of actually realizing it’s their apartment. They’ve technically lived in the same place for several month now but it’s not quite the same, it’s the difference between having Viktor down the hall and having him right here. 

“I think I managed to doze off at least for a little bit.” He mumbled in protest, although they both knew he’d be kicking himself for this later when he was wide awake in the middle of the night tomorrow, or wound up wasting the entire day sleeping when they were supposed to be unpacking and going out in the city. He let out a puff of air between his lips, stubbornly wrapping his arms around him tighter, voice a quiet murmur. “How am I just supposed to sleep right now, I mean...I’m actually living here, with you, it all feels so official and stuff.”

[thaiceprince-blog]

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lbr viktor is too proud of his own skill to even try to cheat (and tbh i think the rest of them are too lol), but he WOULD make sure his hair and makeup stays perfectly in place during the program even if he sweats B)

lol yEAH HAIR SPRAY THAT ACTUALLY KEEPS YOUR HAIR IN PLACE or costumes commissioned to have the sewn jewels shine certain colors to match the program and hhhh all sorts of neat magic tricks