Teen!Wangxian because I couldn’t think of a post-canon version that would work.
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It’s a matter of a heartbeat, really.
He’s close – too close, dangerously close – and because it is Wei Wuxian, in constant motion, erratic and dizzying, it just… happens. Everything aligns like treacherous stars and Lan Wangji can barely breathe because of it.
Wei Wuxian’s lips are warm, slightly wind-chapped, but soft, and it is beyond Lan Wangji’s (considerable) willpower to control himself. His eyes flutter shut; he savours the sensation, drinking the split-second like a parched man. His fists clench on the writing table, his whole body leans forward…
Wei Wuxian pulls back first, and Lan Wangji is bereft of that precious, horrifying, longed-for contact.
“Lan Zhan?” he says, tentative, slightly muffled, like he is speaking from behind his fingers. Lan Wangji is terrified then, of opening his eyes, but they open anyway, and his gaze meets Wei Wuxian’s own, strorm-grey and wide.
With a lack of decorum he hates himself for, he makes to rear back – away, get away from him – but he cannot. Wei Wuxian’s hands are tight in his robes, holding him there, not allowing him to get away. Lan Wangji’s heart is pounding, so loud and fast they can probably hear it in Qishan, and he can feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes in a way they most assuredly never have for years. He’s never felt so humiliated in his life.
“Again!” Is what Wei Wuxian says next, and Lan Wangji’s brain can’t keep up with all of this. There are lips on his again, with intent, this time. And Lan Wangji simply doesn’t have the strength to stop himself from reaching forward, over the table, his trembling hands placed hungrily on Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, his ears aflame.
Wei Wuxian kisses exactly like he exists in the world, impetuous and unapologetic, and Lan Wangji might suspect his technique is sloppy had he any experience of his own. It doesn’t really matter. He sinks into it willingly, unable to even conjure up a voice of better judgement (which usually sounds so very much like his uncle and right now is mercifully silent), committing the taste of Wei Wuxian’s lips, the feel, the scent of him and the warmth of him through his clothes, to memory.
They part again, mutually this time, and Wei Wuxian has the nerve to grin, wicked and wide and tempting.
“We need to do this more!” he says, all mischief and wonder. Lan Wangji burns from the inside out.
“Shameless,” he mumbles, but his hand still finds Wei Wuxian’s, asks permission. Wei Wuxian gives it with joyous ease.
asheiji take great delight in telling buddy how perfectly shaped he is!!! his peets? squishable and perfect! his face? good for keeses!!! he’s just the best and most wonderful boy and they tell him that every day
YES YES YE SYES YES YES ITS WHAT BUDDY DESERVES!!!!!! his tum is perfect for rubs!!! his tail is SO good at wags!!! his nose is so boopable!!!! he’s the most perfect boy in the entire world!!!
i like to hand buddy a habit raja used to have, that he’d like to steal shoes, but not to eat. just to keep in his bed, and to sleep Holding with his front paws, bc they smell like people who love him ;w;
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asdgjks!!! that’s a really fun au that @nyrocu and i have together!! yuuri is a marine biologist working at a rescue center/rehabilitation facility on the coast. a seal caught in a net with an injured flipper comes along, he takes care of him, goes to release him into the sea, and... the seal doesn’t leave. he’s very friendly and LOVES yelling “EGG! WOO” and other such sealish idioms to yuuri as he works.
coincidentally, at the same time, he notices that his blueberry yogurt keeps going missing from the staff room fridge. someone keeps stealing his snacks and he’s NOT into it. he even writes his name on them all!!! it says, right there!! Y-U-U-R-I!!! and then one day he’s working late, it’s 2 am, and he finishes writing a grant proposal and goes to get a snack and.
and he finds a sopping-wet, naked, very handsome man with a sealskin across his lap sitting on the floor in front of the open fridge, guilty and caught red-handed with YUURI'S blueberry yogurt cup in his hand, and a spoon in his mouth.
snippet:
The first time,it’s blueberry yogurt at four in the morning. The second, it’s peach white tea in Yuuri’s favorite mug in the middleof the afternoon. The third is a bar ofgreen tea chocolate that Yuuko sent in the mail, and the fourth time is thecurried rice that was supposed to be his dinner.
This time, itis Yuuri’s birthday, and he will be damnedif this goddamn selkie steals his katsudon.
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CAKEN
i don’t know if you’re just yelling “CAKEN” or asking me to do it but just in case...
caken is my yoi taken!au based on the true story of @catalists holding victor hostage over a piece of chocolate cake. it details yuuri’s relentless and merciless quest to obtain said tasty dessert in exhange for his lover’s life, tearing apart every single bakery in his path in the process. a thrilling tale of love, loss, and pastry, and my magnum opus.
One, skating is just as essential to his life as breathing. There are no memories that Viktor can recall where a pair of skates weren’t within reach.
Two, Makkachin was the first to love him without any expectations, without needing something in return to make it worth her while. She was his first true friend when he needed one desperately.
Three, Katsuki Yuuri always manages to pull emotions up from the forgotten parts of his heart and wraps them around him like a well-loved blanket.
While the first two are incredibly important to him, it is the third truth that Viktor knows changed everything. Before he saw Yuuri skate for the first time, so many years ago now, he could never imagine a future that didn’t involve him competing or skating in some capacity. He was always alone and he was always pushing himself to a breaking point for no other reason than that’s all he knew.
The first time he watched Yuuri skate, however? Something inside him shifted, getting closer to clicking into place, because afterwards he would sometimes imagine himself skating against Yuuri at competitions, sometimes imagine himself standing on the same podium as this new and beautiful Japanese skater on the senior circuit.
He wasn’t always alone anymore.
The first time he actually saw Yuuri in person? He was so excited that they’d finally gotten the chance to skate against each other that he blurted out the first thing that popped into his mind. Commemorative photo? Sure thing!
The second time he saw Yuuri, that something inside him bloomed until Viktor was consumed by it and -
“What are you thinking about?”
Yuuri’s voice is soft yet it manages to yank Viktor back from his jaunt into the past. He blinks and shifts his gaze away from the book in his hands to Yuuri who’s set aside his DS and looks at him with that adorable pinch between his brows.
It’s in the heartbeat between registering Yuuri’s concerned and thinking yet again that he’s in love with this man beside him that he realizes he could lie, that he could say he was thinking about Yuuri’s routines and brush everything off as inconsequential. But he doesn’t want to do that, not anymore.
What he feels for Yuuri should never be hidden away or written off as nothing of importance.
So, he goes with the truth.
“About Sochi,” he starts to say and before Yuuri can even finish flinching barrels on. “And how I was excited to finally get to watch you skate in person. How you changed so much before we even got to meet in person.”
Yuuri freezes and he stares down at Viktor with wide-eyes. “W—what?”
He isn’t sure what to make of Yuuri’s surprise or the apparent confusion swirling in those beautiful honey brown eyes because surely, surely Yuuri must know by now that he’s important to Viktor.
Before he can ask what’s so surprising, Yuuri shakes his head quickly and tries again with: “You knew who I was before Sochi?”
Now it’s his turn to be confused.
“Of course I did,” he says, slowly to express his own bafflement as he sets his book aside. “I watched your senior debut. Online, of course, since I was in Russia at the time but I followed your career after that. Even back then you moved as if you made music with your body so it was impossible for me to forget you.”
There’s a long moment where Yuuri just continues to stare at him, mouth agape as if his whole world completely shifted and just as Viktor’s about to reach out to grab his hands Yuuri jolts and blurts out, “But you asked if I? It didn’t seem like you?”
There’s a beat of silence, then: “You asked if I wanted a commemorative photo that’s - that’s what you ask fans!”
It’s as if the universe has come to a screeching halt and he immediately sits up straighter in reaction to the sudden tightening in his chest. “I - what? No, Yuuri, I meant… but I guess when you put it that way I can see why you’d think that. Oh, wow I’m an idiot.”
He laughs because it’s the first reaction that bubbles up from his chest and he’s sure Yuuri thinks he’s completely lost it but suddenly some of Yuuri’s behavior since he’s shown up in Hasetsu makes sense. Why he gets so quiet whenever Viktor mentions anything about that Grand Prix Final.
It also makes sense why Yuuri walked away from him that night.
“I was excited,” he says once he’s caught his breath. “And wanted to remember the first time we finally got to compete against each other.”
“Oh.”
He cautiously peers at Yuuri through his bangs, unsure if Yuuri’s angry or not over the whole miscommunication. Honestly, he wouldn’t blame Yuuri if he is upset over it, Viktor said something carelessly, swept up in emotions he hadn’t felt for so long and—oh.
Yuuri’s smiling.
“You’re not an idiot, Viktor. Now that I…” he shakes his head. “It’s actually really sweet you wanted a picture like that. Especially after—”
This time Viktor does reach out and grab Yuuri’s hands and he watches Yuuri take a deep breath, never once letting his smile slip as he squeezed Viktor’s hands.
“I was a little bit of an idiot,” he admits, a small smile tugging at his own lips when Yuuri chuckles. “A well-meaning one but I’m sorry it seemed like I didn’t know who you were at all. That wasn’t very fair of me. I should have said something to you before we even skated. I wanted to but…”
Yuuri scoots a little closer and it sends Viktor’s heart fluttering in his chest. “But?”
“I was nervous.”
Yuuri reels back slightly, looking every bit gobsmacked yet again by Viktor’s words and he isn’t sure what to make of it so he remains quiet and lets Yuuri sort through his thoughts. “Why were you nervous? I’m just me.”
This time it’s his turn to smile, though his practically drips with affection because it’s impossible to contain. “That’s exactly why,” he says and he watches Yuuri’s brow furrow in deeper confusion.
“I don’t understand.”
And oh how he wishes he could reach into Yuuri’s mind and scoop out the anxiety that makes him devalue himself, that makes him believe it’s impossible to ever be worthy of love and devotion.
But he can’t. So instead, he smiles a little wider as he leans in to press a kiss to the corner of Yuuri’s parted lips. “You are a beautiful skater,” he murmurs and he feels Yuuri’s breath hitch when he realizes Viktor isn’t going to pull away. “But you’re also beautifully kind and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Yuuri lets out a shaky breath and Viktor brushes his lips across Yuuri’s to catch it and that seems to be the final straw because Yuuri surges forward so they’re properly kissing. He only allows himself a single heartbeat of surprise before he’s letting go of Yuuri’s hands so he can cup Yuuri’s rosy cheeks and tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss.
This seems to be the right move because Yuuri let’s out a pleased little hum that Viktor is more than happy to devour by sweeping his tongue along the seam of Yuuri’s lips. And when Yuuri shifts until he’s straddling Viktor’s lap with his fingers tangled in Viktor’s hair he abruptly aware that he’s never felt this loved before.
A shiver runs down his spine when Yuuri nips his bottom lip with just enough pressure to startle a gasp from him and that seems to have been his plan all along because Yuuri wastes no time deepening the kiss further.
Viktor loses himself in Yuuri’s passion and love, greedily drinks it directly from Yuuri’s lips until they’re forced to pull away for a clearly archaic need for air. Why haven’t they evolved enough to allow him to kiss Yuuri the way he deserves to be kissed until the sun slips below the horizon without needing to stop for something as silly as breathing?
Yuuri, of course, isn’t nearly as out of breath and presses his lips to the tip of Viktor’s nose before moving onto his left cheek and then his right and then each of his eyes before finally pressing one final kiss to his forehead.
“Viktor,” Yuuri whispers lovingly and Viktor wants to cry when he hears it. His hands fall to Yuuri’s waist as he leans forward to hide his face in the crook of Yuuri’s neck. And Yuuri doesn’t even hesitate to pull him closer and press a kiss to the swirl on the crown of his head.
“You have always felt like home,” Yuuri continues and Viktor’s breath catches in his chest because how is this reality? How is Yuuri gently and quietly dismantling years of loneliness he didn’t even know existed with a handful of words?
“Whether it’s when I watch you skate in a competition halfway across the world or when I get to lay next to you in your bed while you read another book… I have always felt like I found my home.”
Yuuri’s words rip away the last frayed edge of Viktor’s heart and the tears finally race down his cheeks. It’s obvious Yuuri can feel his tears but thankfully Yuuri doesn’t comment on them. He simply lets Viktor have this moment to sink into his happiness and Viktor loves him, loves him, loves him—
“You’re my home too.”
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