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@yurionice-rp
Short hiatus! I have a few personal things going on and I need to take a small break. The next chapter will be uploaded soon, but unfortunately I must focus on my university work first! RPs will also be put on hiatus at this time.
Thank you for understanding!
Another piece for this years @victuri-big-bang. This time it is for @yurionice-rps amazingly written story When The Wind Met The River. You can read the first chapter here. Make sure to follow them as new chapters will come out weekly.
It was great working with such a wonderful and kind writer who really inspired me with their story!
When The Wind Met The River
“Vitya!”
The name, muffled as it was called above the three inches of ice capturing the river, rung in Yuuri’s ears. It was what called him back to reality, out of the stunned silence he found himself in, his soft eyes staring into the blue irises that were so widely studying him above the ice. The human looking down on him had a blurred expression, although the spirit knew it was concern. A hand came down, about to break the physical wall between them, only to be taken and ushered away by the voice, a lecture about getting too close to freezing waters following. Yuuri strained to hear the name again, to see the face, but the sight of an elderly human sent him scurrying back to hide. The young face… That silver hair that seemed to flow past the young human’s shoulders in waves, glistening from the ice and snow, that gorgeous blue that made even a river spirit feel like he was drowning- it was impossible to forget.
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Art done by the most amazing illustrator @minthaa <3 I’m so grateful to have been paired with such a wonderful artist!
Piece done for @victuri-big-bang! Full chapter here :)
When The Wind Met The River
Chapter one: Beneath the Ice
::Viktor::
“Vitya!”
The name, muffled as it was called above the three inches of ice capturing the river, rung in Yuuri’s ears. It was what called him back to reality, out of the stunned silence he found himself in, his soft eyes staring into the blue irises that were so widely studying him above the ice. The human looking down on him had a blurred expression, although the spirit knew it was concern. A hand came down, about to break the physical wall between them, only to be taken and ushered away by the voice, a lecture about getting too close to freezing waters following. Yuuri strained to hear the name again, to see the face, but the sight of an elderly human sent him scurrying back to hide. The young face… That silver hair that seemed to flow past the young human’s shoulders in waves, glistening from the ice and snow, that gorgeous blue that made even a river spirit feel like he was drowning- it was impossible to forget.
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“Vitya, move more slowly! If you move too quickly, you will fall,” An elderly voice scolded from a path blanketed in glistening snow. The flakes were falling so calmly, gently in the winter’s breeze and causing a young Viktor Nikiforov to excitedly dash through the local forest. Not many dared to venture to the wooded paths, the trees dense and foreboding. Not many, excluding the Nikiforov family. They often took walks together, their family’s home nestled at the border of forest and city. The elder members of the family encouraged long outings into the mysterious trees, always keeping their grandchild close as he grew to love the nature around him. Viktor ventured farther each year, even starting to skate in the deep winter when the ice was thick and safe. The aspiring medalist found himself drawn to a small lake, perfect for skating, and the river that connected it to the human population just south.
“I want to beat the sunset!” Viktor chimed as he gracefully weaved through the trees and along the riverbank, grinning back at his grandparents as he edged ahead. The teenager was visiting again, more than eager to go and visit his favorite spot before he had to leave again to train for upcoming competitions. His grandparents just shook their heads, giving up on the idea of slowing him down and just watching as Viktor’s silver ponytail bounced ahead.
Viktor turned just in time for his foot to catch on ice, the young Russian slammed to his side and sliding down the riverbank uncontrollably. He cried out as his hip connected with the ice, hearing a sickening crack as the river underneath him strained under the sudden force. Viktor’s eyes widened, twisting just in time to see the crack growing bigger, hands trying to find a solid position to hold himself up. This couldn’t be happening. He could die if he fell in the water, and his grandparents could get hurt too-
Everything in his mind seemed to go blank as his eyes locked on the figure moving beneath him. As his sky irises stared in fear at the cracks, they had met the soft brown color of someone beneath the water, chubby hands pressing up to keep the ice in place and Viktor from falling in. The boy beneath the waves seemed to be concerned, worry written all over his round face. Viktor could see the expression through the softly floating strands of black hair. Who…?
Before his question could really be answered, he was being helped up again by a strong arm, lifted off the ice as the boy under the ice scurried away. Viktor was left with more questions, not sure if he really did see someone under the ice, or how could he breathe or look so calm- and where did he go? As he was pulled into a worried hug, Viktor’s gaze kept wandering to the river, squinting to try and see through the ice. “Why was there someone under the ice?”
“Under the ice?” The old man holding Viktor pulled back to look confused, moving his grandson to the side to take a look for himself. For a brief moment, he feared it could have been a body or some remains of a terrible crime, but his failing eyes did not see anything but cracked ice. “Vitya, there is no one there. Maybe you have seen an ancient spirit,” Viktor’s grandfather let a chuckle break his concerned expression, patting Viktor on the back as he teased. “You know, they protected this forest and river longer than the city has been here. Your mother swore she saw one in the trees when we walked through, she wouldn’t stop talking about it for months!”
“Spirits aren’t real, and he wasn’t ancient-” Viktor smiled back, although the teasing was a bit frustrating. He had definitely seen a boy staring up at him, holding him up. There was simply no way there was nothing there and Viktor wasn’t harmed. He couldn’t have dreamed it, or at least, he didn’t think he could have.
“You never know, Vitya, the world is a strange place. Let’s head home,” His grandmother spoke up, resting an arm around him and guiding him back to the path to their home. “You have to start packing for the European Championships…”
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A cold, crisp wind shook the trees and bit at Viktor’s face as he took long strides along the same, worn path. His poodle, excitedly exploring the new territory and bounding ahead of his owner, chased the falling leaves of the trees that the accomplished skater had remembered from his childhood. The forest had not changed too much- Viktor fondly smiled as he came across the same meadow and small boulders between the trees. A few trees had fallen or were cut, but for the area, relatively remote to begin with, there was little change. While the figure skater walked leisurely behind his curious friend, he was surprised to feel his heart beating faster after stepping deeper into the trees. Closer to the river, if he remembered correctly.
The excitement was still lurking in his chest, the imagination and mystery of the dense woods lingering even years after he had visited as a young child. His grandparents had propelled and encouraged the wonder, no doubt. Viktor had to thank them for that, the silver haired man smiling to the clouds in a silent appreciation. Dreaming under the sky didn’t last long however, when Makkachin barked suddenly and bounded off the path and through the trees. His owner stumbled once before following, brows narrowing in concern as he jogged with Makkachin in sight. He didn’t usually run off… Viktor’s mind raced with his heart to think of why his beloved companion was excitedly barking at nothing and dashing through dense trees with no idea of what was so strong to pull him like that. Was he hearing or seeing things? Makkachin was getting older, but Viktor didn’t think he would be so affected.
The question was answered promptly, by another deep bark followed by a splash and an unfamiliar yelp. With no trees obstructing his view, Viktor was nearly swept off his feet at the sight. In the lightly flowing river he remembered so well- that held so many questions never answered but drifting continuously in his mind, was a face he could never forget.
The man in front of Viktor and pinned to the river underneath Makkachin’s kisses, looked up to meet Viktor’s eyes, the gentle brown color staring back at a clean blue. His hair was slicked back as if he had just finished swimming or bathing, but black strands seemed to fall out of their place as Makkachin excitedly expressed his affection to the stranger. In that moment, Viktor swore that his breath- even time- had stopped. There he was. The boy under the ice, the whisper of a mystery that haunted the memories he had of the forest from his childhood. Before he could say anything, even think of making a sound, a bubbling voice nervously stuttered out from his frozen position in the water.
“Vitya?”
[Written for the Victuri big bang! This is the first chapter, the others will be released on a weekly basis!]
Mafia AU : Students and Criminals (Viktuuri)
Yuuri closed the textbook on his desk with a sigh, tiredly leaning back in the uncomfortable wooden chair that paired with the other cheap furniture of the room. His lamp flickered- appropriate representation of the dingy apartment he had been coaxed into when moving to the new city. He had been so excited at first, the prospective of moving to start a new life, to study at a top nursing school- all some dream he was finally able to fulfill. But now, looking around the worn, two-room apartment, he wasn't so sure. His bedroom was cramped and cluttered with textbooks and clothes- much of which unsuitable for the unexpected cold of St. Petersburg- only a small, cracked window offering a glimpse of the snow outside. His desk was also tightly packed with notebooks and papers, notes telling him the next date of exams or translations of various Russian words into his native Japanese. There were notes stuck on the off-white, dull color of the walls, Yuuri too afraid to peel them off and have chips of the paint crumble to the discolored floor. The landlord had said none of these flaws were of any concern- nor the creaking bed, hit-or-miss electricity and heat, off-set doors, or the lack of hot water more often then not. It was affordable housing for a third-year student, and Yuuri couldn't believe he was staying until he graduated, possibly longer.
He had started his trip by becoming his exchange student, but after discovering a well-known instructor was staying at the school, he stayed with her. Yuuri was a good student- always studying, getting more than plenty of hours in hospitals shadowing and assisting registered nurses. He had done quite a bit of work in the Emergency rooms, and the soft eyes of the student were greatly appreciated by all the patients. That was why he chose to study nursing. Though it proved to be a lot of work, Yuuri up most nights with a blanket draped over his lap, staying awake well into the morning to study both the material instructed in English and trying to teach himself better Russian. It had proved to be a problem- Yuuri's lack of the language causing him to get lost several times in his neighborhood, which was in a rather undesirable part of town. Gunshots weren't uncommon, theft pretty much regular, and shouting a nightly occurrence. Yuuri was concerned when he could hear it, especially from his living room where the fire escape sat right outside the main window. He was eight floors up- no elevator, only old stairs.
Deciding to search his kitchen for anything remotely nutritious to eat, the student rummaged his fridge and frowned, finally settling on a stew he had the night before. While he warmed it, Yuuri pulled out a bottle of water (he didn't trust the tap water- not to drink), taking the warm bowl with him to his little table under the window to eat. Yuuri took the first few bites cautiously, not wanting to burn his tongue but stomach growling in anticipation. His meal was interrupted, however, by the sound of loud shouting, the ring of a gun, and the glass above him shattering with an ear-splitting crack. He didn't have much time to react, covering his face with one arm and dropping his spoon, only after feeling glass cut into his skin. Another few shots, then footsteps- all getting closer. The fire escape shook and crashed against the side of the building loudly, two people brawling on the steps outside Yuuri's window and shocking the other enough to scramble backwards out of his seat with wide eyes. Who were these people? No one had ever fought so close to him- One man shoved the other away powerfully, but in the dim light of Yuuri's apartment.. It shadowed blood dripping from his nose. Yuuri's instincts finally seemed to catch up to him, the student's words spilling from his lips before being able to control them. "You're- You're bleeding!"
Ways to respond to this starter are on my page! I’m thinking about writing fics again?
Recent Inactivity
Hello everyone! I apologize for the recent inactivity, I recently had to deal with the loss of a very special pet and a very, very busy schedule. Updates and answers to RP threads will be published throughout this week!
General Announcements!
I’m about to answer some requests (lots for OtaYuri!) so I figured I’d let you all know how I balance them! Also sorry for the inactivity, expect a few delayed responses while I’m away from my computer and rest up from a recent convention.
How I choose RP requests:
First off, thank you all so much for liking and reblogging my AU starters, it means a lot! Even more thanks to everyone interested in continuing them! I have gotten a lot of requests to RP the vampire AU, and I may not be able to answer them all personally but I can easily pair you up with someone who wants to do it as well! Let me know if you are alright with that. Followers get priority of course but I try my best to answer everyone! This also means I’ll be closing RP starters for responses for short periods of time until I can catch up with requests.
Second Announcement! Coming soon;
Forest Nymph AU (Viktuuri), Vampire AU (Viktuuri), [requested] K-Pop/Boy group AU (Viktuuri/LeoJi/Chuchujiji/Seungchuchu)
Vampire AU; Otabek (OtaYuri)
Otabek rolled his head back as he leaned casually against the brick wall, his leather jacket skidding as he shifted even an inch. Stiff muscles in his neck loosened, a satisfying pop as they clicked into a more comfortable position. The last few weeks had been a daze, the memories of the young man fading in and out as he tried to calm the painful thirst that always ached in his throat. At first, it had been burning. Burning thirst after waking up alone on the street of Barcelona, vision suddenly sharper than ever and hearing a pebble kicked meters away.He had only vague memories of that night, remembering that he took a back route from a DJ performance, was mugged in the alley... The thief had bitten him, Otabek remembered tasting blood in his mouth, and that was the end of what he could recall. Nothing more telling or helpful. Just that night, and then waking up the next morning with his vision swimming, face pressed to cement, and a desperate need to feed. It took two days before Otabek had realized what he had become, unable to stop himself from feeding from an innocent man on the street. Well, the greasy man had been talking on the phone with a mistress, so he wasn't completely innocent. It seemed enough justification for Otabek to satisfy his thirst, feeling like a wild animal the first time he sloppily fed. The man was cheating, he had said so. That was better than an innocent person, right? Oh, well. The man didn't die, of course, Otabek called an ambulance out of guilt afterwards from a safe distance. But over the next few weeks, he had gotten much more experienced and cunning with how he chose his times to feed. That time had brought him to the dimly lit side of a shopping plaza, avoiding the sun's filtered rays as it set along the western horizon. The crowds of people had died down, and in that brief moment of quiet between the activities of the day and the nightlife, Otabek waited. He was getting thirsty again, it had been too long since his last feeding. Waiting until the sun went down completely, Otabek slipped farther into the shadows, eyes narrowing as he heard the steady beat of a heart and shuffling of shoes on the street approaching.
A requested starter! I always have fun writing for fantasy AUs, and I really was excited to work with a darker themed Otabek after WTTM.
Are you going to write the viktuuri perspective of the forest nymph au?
Yes I will! I love the Greek mythology twist and would absolutely love to make a Viktuuri AU based on river or wind spirits. Please don’t expect it until a few days from now though! I’ll be working on it this week along with an OtaYuri AU.
Forest Nymph AU (Guang Hong Ji/ LeoJi)
(Draft 1!)
Guang Hong weaved the stems through his nimble fingers skillfully, picking the leaves off the daisies as he tied them together. Weaving, brushing his hands across the velvet petals... Flower crowns were his favorite way of passing the serenely lazy afternoons, the feeling almost surreal as the sun warmed his freckled cheeks and he basked in the glittering light filtering through the trees. He was lucky to have been born in a local forest, especially one with so much foliage. The whole area was green and alive, busy, and that was just how Guang Hong liked it. There were many spirits living between the trees, even with the growing human population at their home’s edge. The city had been growing dangerously close to the border of the green space, some spirits starting to flee, but Guang Hong didn’t mind. He was quiet but he liked seeing people walk through, appreciating the nature. He loved when young couples or children came through the narrow paths deep in the woods, although it was rare for a human to see him. That took a special gift, and Guang Hong had to will himself to be seen. If he really wanted to disappear into the trees, he could. But on this particular day, he didn’t use his energy to hide, the soft, green colored tunic he wore draping over his skin starting to warm in the sunlight he always craved. To the locals, he was referred to as the spirit of the forest, lucky to be seen and considered a myth. A myth that had started to lose his respect and wonder as time went on and nature was disregarded. In honesty, he was but a small piece of the many spirits that were dwelling in the trees and river, Guang Hong never considered himself that special in the first place.
His peaceful activity on the mossy log was interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping along a nearby path and a shadow moving toward him.
You writing is lovely! Can I request a LeoJi starter?
Thank you so much! It really means a lot, I don’t think my writing is super great usually. I’ll put up my forest nymph AU for LeoJi later today
I really like your Ghost AU! Do you write fan fiction or will you add other parts?
Thank you!! Although I wasn’t planning on writing fanfiction again (I used to write when I was in high school a few years ago), I am thinking about throwing in a couple chapters or different perspectives on the ghost AU! Maybe Viktor’s perspective ?
Ghost AU (Draft 1)
Yuuri Katsuki had loved Viktor Nikiforov through his entire life, and beyond. It all started from afar, watching his programs on television or even in person, after his own performance at the Grand Prix. He was the most beautiful man on the planet, and he had successfully stolen Yuuri's heart. Yuuri didn't remember it, but they had a rather intimate evening at a banquet that left Viktor with Yuuri's tie (as a trophy for winning the dance-off, of course), then another brief meeting leaving the event. Yuuri had always been too shy to make contact, lucky enough to even be noticed. He didn't have much of a career ahead of him when he prepared for what he thought to be his last season, still planning to be under the same coach and taking a short break after his recent loss. Until, of course, he gained the spotlight in the worst of ways. A dark night, on his way back from practice to clear his love-ridden head, Yuuri's ride home collided with another car, completely devestating the two cars and leaving Yuuri the victim of a fatal traffic accident. He remembered little of the actual affair, just blaring car horns, glass shattering, sudden pressure. Then nothing. Until, of course, he felt himself pulled back into the world. He was alive? No... His funeral proceeded, his family heartbroken, all as Yuuri watched. He was back in their home, but every time he tried to shout or make a scene, it was as if no one could see him. That's when it hit him. He was a ghost. His death was mourned by the skating community and family, many skaters coming by the onsen to pay respect to his parents and sister. One of whom, was Viktor Nikiforov himself. Yuuri couldn't believe it, feeling as if his heart was pounding at seeing his idol bearing lilies giving his respects to his family. He looked so sad... Why? Maybe he saw that video posted online, the one the triplets uploaded only a week before the accident- did he know that Yuuri was a fan? Did he really remember him. Yuuri was drawn to Viktor instantly, getting close to him (he was starting to figure out how to move more easily- not just walking took practice) only to have Makkachin start whining and barking. After a night of visiting, Viktor left, and Yuuri, unexpectantly and against his consciousness, went with him. "Haunting" was not exactly the word Yuuri would use to describe his two weeks of being stuck with Viktor. He was bound to him, for some reason, but he never did any harm. Most days he wandered around the spacious apartment, finally winning over Makkachin's trust and tidying things during the day. He thought it was funny to see Viktor's face after a long day of practice to find his home had been cleaned up a bit nicer than he left it. Yuuri started getting stronger as well, learning more about how to move things and manifest himself- once even able to make an apparition of himself at night. That took a lot of energy though, needing to rest a few days before even thinking about attempting it again. For the moment, he decided on simply making Viktor's life easier, to show his admiration. Placing his keys out where they were easily seen, turning off lights that had been left on, even pulling a blanket over Viktor as he fell asleep on his couch. But he would never notice, would he?
A bit longer this time! This is the rough draft of a ghost AU I’ve been playing with recently, if you wanna brainstorm headcanons for it hmu. It sounds really sad haha, but I promise it lightens up. The time frame for this is right before Viktor came to coach Yuuri, so they never started the main timeline (though the video was uploaded and they had a crazy banquet)
Mafia/Police AU (1)
Bang. The sounds of gunfire were not unfamiliar to Yuuri as he pressed his back against the nearest brick building, catching his breath. His partner was out behind their patrol car, with a perfect aim towards the escaping criminals. In his short, two month career of being an officer, Yuuri Katsuki had been thrown to the wolves of organized crime -and just within the last week, the organized crime of St. Petersburg. He was a transfer, the young Japanese officer hired after a year abroad and taking the highly paid position. Soon he discovered just why the force seemed so desperate for men and women. The city had been overrun by crime. Not just organized drug deals, but petty crimes had been rising as well. The current situation, the one that left Yuuri bleeding from his cheek- from unfortunately being underneath a car window as it was shattered- and panting against a wall, was not as serious as his team's attempts of raiding mob hideouts or busting deals. This was a low ranking deal, or so he thought. Guns were pulled, and suddenly Phichit and himself were swallowed by an escalating, fast-paced situation and defense against the men. Sirens wailed in the background as the situation escalated, Yuuri looking up again and glancing around. A man was watching the scene calmly, or passing by. Yuuri couldn't really tell which. He was gorgeous though, soft-looking silver hair and a face that looked like it belonged to an actual god. Handsome... Bang. Another shot rang out somewhere in the next block over, Yuuri snapped again to reality and jogging over to the bystander. He still needed to work on his Russian, opting for English in hopes he would understand. "S-Sir, it's dangerous here, please return to your home or away from the situation."
Ok everyone here comes my sub-par starters. I’m not the best writer ever, but hopefully this is enough to amuse you all? Sorry for any OOCness or inaccuracies.
But yeah, Mafia/Cop AU! I like the idea of Yuuri in uniform :’) Ways to reply are up in the description and rules <3
welcome to my trash account lmao i’m just tired of trying to find people on omegle and chat roulette so here’s a dump for all my rp starters(and maybe mini-fics?). Please don’t use them without permission!
Anyways, hope you all enjoy me screaming into the yoi void, and if you see a starter you want to reply to shoot me a message or email, rules are on my page! I’ll tag the AUs <3
If you don’t see a starter you wanna do but you still want to RP, message me or request an AU, I’ll do my best!
