4 Walls (feat. CupcakKe) remix by stevelvets
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the confession is uttered, weariness dashed away from limbs within a matter of seconds, within a matter of yuuri’s touch upon his skin. tepid warmth fills him atlast ; he was always prone to coldness. and as words grace his ears, as yuuri never once failed to change his slow beating heart and soar above the clouds. this love, the love that bound them, well. it was a love that held more than tangible meaning ‘pon their fingers.
and they kiss, short and sweet, a whirlwind of emotions suddenly coursing through his veins and setting stars on fire across his canvas of heart. for yuuri was his everything, his universe, his galaxies, his constellations, his world.
yet words fail, and viktor finds himself at some sort of loss before he can quite articulate his own confession in a language he learned third down the line. not even words in french nor russian could add up, could describe the way how he felt, how much yuuri had changed him, just as he had changed yuuri. there’s a certain wetness to his eyes now, eyelashes catching and a smile blossoming across his moistened lips.
so he kisses yuuri again, but holds ; close, slow, languid, almost ephemeral. for their love was ephemeral, incessant, never once ceasing and faltering. and hands ascend, cup his love’s face, and as if he was squeezing his own frame to become smaller, to fit in the embrace, shoulders raised. but he snakes his arms around shoulders, rest and let fingers tangle within black hair. and when he pulls back, it’s by centimeters, and it leaves him breathless ; eyes gazing into eyes, smile caused by a smile.
“ you’ve certainly changed me, as well, yuuri ... in more ways than i can really measure. some ways i can’t even remember right now. but you’ve changed me, where i find myself maybe doing something you would do, doing ... one of your own mannerisms. you’ve changed me for the better, and ------- “
but he’s terrible, so terrible with words, so he quiets himself, and rests his forehead on yuuri’s. for life was meant to be felt, meant to be lived, meant to be enjoyed without a single care in the world, and all of the lessons that yuuri had taught him proved to him endlessly the truth in such words. so he’ll laugh breathlessly, and ...
and simply feels.
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how much do you love me?
he is weak. a disgusting glutton for punishment, and simultaneously the one holding the whip, black, leather and branded, the perfect tool. but, yuuri is not weak because he himself is tailored as such, or because he sees himself as such. he is weak because viktor makes him so.
❛ hmm ? what’s up ? ❜ it’s a strange question, one warranting the startled, abrupt turn viktor receives in response. instantly, yuuri is worried, and instantly he’s on his feet, padding across the hardwood and just barely into viktor’s space, ready to decipher the taut emotions behind the simplest of questions. a single hand lifts, palm spread out and coming to rest against viktor’s cheek. delicate. delicate, because with viktor, yuuri is always delicate, and because with viktor, it’s all he’s ever known. digits press against the high of his cheekbone as his thumb slides ‘neath his chin and pulls viktor’s gaze to his.
❛ hey … what kind of question is that ? ❜ not because he can’t answer ( when can’t he, these days ? ) but instead because he wants to be sure. sure that viktor simply wants a confirmation, since that, yuuri can give him easily.
he inclines his head in silent query, lips slanted just so and brows drawn together. he doesn’t know what viktor wants, but he knows what he can give. he just hopes … it’s enough.
❛ well, okay, if you’re so curious. ❜ here is when he guides viktor’s lips into a chaste kiss, a feathery touch, enough to convey the safety yuuri is always willing to provide.
❛ i think … i. ❜ he pauses, just briefly, takes a breath, and gives viktor an easy smile.
❛ i think if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have made myself go so far. i think … if you weren’t here to support me, i would’ve slipped back into that state of … well, you know. how i used to be. a-anyways, what i’m saying. ❜ his smile turns shy, and his hand drops only to take hold of viktor’s own, where it tightens in reassurance.
❛ it’s never been hard for me to love you, even back then, when i didn’t know what it all meant, but … if you’re asking me to put a number on it, i guess … enough to live ? i love you enough to live for you. with you, and … i know that isn’t the best i could’ve given you, but … it’s all i have. i hope it’s, you know. enough. ❜ @sereprin
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warmth BLOOMS in chest when gaze comes to rest ‘pon familiar figure, QUICK to swallow mouthful of leftover takeout from the night PREVIOUS ; ❛ welcome HOME !!❜ called out of habit , yet words weigh HEAVY with meaning yūri himself fails to grasp FULLY . // @sereprin s.c.
“ yuuri !! aw, preevyet, makkachin, ah -------- “ promptly kneeling would makkachin come bounding over, knocking viktor to the floor and licking his face almost incessantly with a bark. a string of laughs would dance off lips, a fight he knew he was losing with such a precious and excitable, rather large dog. but he’ll gentle nudge her off of him after the greeting for a minute or so, wiping his face off his sleeve and walking into the kitchen to drape arms upon his darling. “ i’m glad to be back home, mon cheri. did you eat a lot already ? i wanted to make a pasta dish ! “ and he’ll lean forward almost on impulse to apply a kiss on yuuri’s cheek. ( home. )
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" you know, this is a really good song ... dance with me ? "
glance UPWARD from novel nestled between careful fingers, spectacles SLIPPING down narrow nose – SUBTLE ache to joints from CONTINUOUS practice ; legs protest movement even while book is set ASIDE , balance gathered before rising to feet – NEVER quite able to DENY beloved’s whims. NATURAL gravitation towards effervescent LEGEND , arms slipping comfortably ‘round thin waist, chin RESTING ( with some small difficulty ) ‘pon shoulder ; still unaccustomed to russia’s BITTER cold, gooseflesh rises despite heavy sweater. lips brush softest kiss ‘gainst regal cheekbone, TIRED hum warming vocal chords.
❛ mmh … SURE . . what song is it ?❜
no response – somehow, he’s not TERRIBLY surprised. the music picks up, something SLOW & SOFT in a language yūri doesn’t UNDERSTAND – not russian … french, MAYBE ? somehow, the lyrics sound powerful , even to his own ears. he lets viktor LEAD – INSTANTLY missing his warmth when steps take him away. fingers THREAD through his own, a hand resting ‘gainst hip ( subtlest twitch at press of fingers ‘gainst scar tissue ) .
& then comes FOOTWORK – EASY to follow, long since ingrained into MEMORY – SLOW swaying & SHARED breaths & WARMEST laughter when pale lips brush hairline. it’s SOOTHING , somehow – the heartbreaking lilt of song, the SHUFFLE of slippered feet ‘gainst hardwood, even breathing of ADORED partner. forehead rests ‘pon BELOVED’S shoulder, dark lashes brushing TICKLING kisses ‘gainst cheeks. pace FOLLOWS that of the song filtering through speakers – when it peters out, SO do their movements – NO LONGER dancing, yet reluctant to let go of the other.
SOFT sigh parts lips, arms ONCE MORE winding ‘round torso, pressing impossibly closer. it’d be a SHAME to break the tranquil QUIET of this moment – he wants to savor it just a bit LONGER – that’s not so SELFISH , is it ?
sereprin. /
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man i heard abt that url sereprin...... eyes emoji
@sereprin || gaaaay.
OKAY I HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR A SHITTON OF RAMBLING BECAUSE I LITERALLY CAN N O T CONTAIN MYSELF???
Wow ok like, xei, babe, love, dear, we started talking literally a fe w days ago and honestly i’m just so glad you’re in my life right now what the hell??? you’re a really amazing person??? dONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ABOUT YOUR VIKTOR PORTRAYAL HOLY SHIT OKAY, fuck me up with all those HC’s because i’m really loving the amount of time, effort and love you’ve put into our fav russian and i really enjoy seeing your writing on my dash???
babes i’m so gay for xei, he’s such a great person and i will forever love them bye
arms loosen until they fall away, as qrow turns and embraces him himself, as lips press to his hairline, as the smile blossoms larger, as a slight lighthearted chuckle dances into grey cloth. being shorter had its ups and downs, but something about such an exchange from such a height protected him, secured him, made him temporarily forget about such horrors and stress that was the world they both lived in.
though worry decorated his teal eyes, a harsh reminder that no one was to be safe, no one was protected from harm’s deathly grip, prolonged periods of stress’s harsh toll visibly aging the poor man. missions that he endured, missions he had successfully completed once over the other, over and over, began to show more and more lately. viktor let go of him.
he sighed.
“ i can really see that, now ... i’m not as naive. it’s really a shame you have to go on those missions, qrow. can’t you skip one, just once ? you need ... rest. i’m pretty sure ruby and yang would agree with me in a heartbeat, you know. but if you’re really that curious, “ oh how the cheeky smile resumes from its pause upon his face, “ i’m doing just great. better, now that i saw your grey hair again. “
RULES: tag 10 of your followers ! or not TAGGED BY: @erosbled muah TAGGING: @agapebled, @feyarossii, @groomgore, @qrowned, @madetime, @divinitywings, you !! whoever wants to do this!
MUSE:
NAME: viktor nikiforov NICKNAME: ice prince, vitya, viten’ka, niki ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn GENDER: demiboi FAVOURITE COLOR: royal purple, magenta, katsuki yuuri’s eyes AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: usually ranging 6 - 10. LAST THING GOOGLED: what is illegal to do in mcdonalds HEIGHT: ( 5′11 )
MUN:
NAME: micah ( bound to change soon possibly ) NICKNAME: micahroni and cheese, daddy, mmmm whatcha xei ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn GENDER: trans male ( he/him ) FAVORITE COLOR: “viktor nikiforov’s eyes” was silvs response and i feel it on cosmic levels so im keeping it AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: sleep?? idk her LAST THING GOOGLED: is it potentially dangerous to deepthroat mcdonalds french fries HEIGHT: ( 5′2 )
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❛ n - no that’s …❜ & a DEFEATED sort of sigh, head hanging dejectedly but for a MOMENT – LACKING the heart to discourage fiancé when INTEREST has so clearly been piqued ; what he’s done to DESERVE these odd little things that happen to him – well, he’s SURE he’ll never know. ❛ alright, fine.❜ if ANYTHING , the sight of the OH SO GREAT & LEGENDARY viktor nikiforov deep throating limp mcdonald’s fries should be ENTERTAINING .
“ oh, good ! come on, yūri, grab your jacket and helmet. we’re also getting ice cream again. and a large soda. i feel the need to drink caffeine if i’m going to openly do this. “ he’ll nudge him, the princely laugh lost to the near-cackles of true laughter at the very least, pure excitement brimming over every metaphorical edge ; palpable. certainly, he’s only known rare times of such happiness, such childish antics to indulge in. “ we’re sending pictures to chris, so he doesn’t feel too left out. pause the movie ! “
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yūri:
cue a most VIOLENT inhale of hot herbal tea, cup HASTILY set aside so as to splutter INCOHERENTLY into sweater sleeve – WET coughing to distract from TOMATO RED flush painted across visage ; that was NOT what he’d meant.
sereprin !! misunderstood.
“ what ? is that not what you meant ? you know i’m more than willing to do it. grab your helmet, i’m ready to leave right now. “ gentle laughter ensues, barely contained, barely restrained, a certain glint in his eyes, mischief ever so present ; how amusing it was to elicit such reactions.
❛ i dare you to shove a whole large fry from mcdonalds into your mouth -- or, attempt to, i suppose. ❜ yūri can do it -- yuuko seems to think it's a special talent of some sort.
“ are ——— are you asking me todeepthroat french fries ? katsuki yuuri, you are … an adventure. let’s go, then. you know i love challenges. there’s a mcdonalds in the city not too far away from here, let’s go. i’ll drive. “
i did a test run of the instagram meme and im lovin it™
literally jumps at :l
miss me! you thought, haha. haha ha ha ha ha
if you put that lime in tempura and deep fry it, i'm making you eat all of it
that actually sounds appetizing. ... i’m doing it.
last night i had a dream all my hair turned gray. now i know how you feel.
atleast i don’t try to meticulously dye only half of my head one colour.
[Comes to drop lots of love to your ask box and tell you what an amazing Viktor you are doing, and i hope you have a good day today lovely!
aaaa gosh thank u so much !!!! this means a lot to me thank u love