#daniil ziferblat

[soarelesiluna-ao3]

This is me coping with Lucio's absence from Madrid bc like Adele said we could've had it all but life is a bitch and said "no fuck you"

Someone sold me to the idea of Danya from Ziferblat x Lucio, and then I saw his Tiktoks and how sad he seemed because he wasn't there and this was born

Disclaimer - I adore Ziferblat, and their entry, but I don't know much about them, so if they seem a bit OOC, that's why. Forgive me! Also I found many ways to write Danya's name but I stuck with the one I liked the most! That's why you'll find it written in so many ways in the tags!

And if you're Italian (I'm looking at the girlfriend here who is, in fact, Italian and follows me) - don't judge me too hard either.

Content under the cut!!

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Spring. Beautiful spring, full of colors, flowers and the scent of freshly bloomed plants. Despite Ukraine being quite cold, the flowers still grew, and Daniil loved them. He kept dried flowers between book pages as a reminder of the beauty of the world. Even when snow covered the ground, there would always be a spring worth waiting for.

April. Spring in full swing. Spain is beautiful. The crowds are beautiful. It's tiring, the life of a musician, more when you're going to one of the most watched events worldwide and you have the pressure of holding the flag of your country high, knowing they're famous for having a place always secured in the final. But it's all worth it - friendships, kind people, the most beautiful gestures flow in nicely.

Pretty flowers blooming in a garden.

The prettiest of all wears mime makeup.

Lucio Corsi is an enigma Daniil was never able to decipher. Not that figuring out a person solely based by their music and almost inexistent social media presence was easy or accurate, anyway. But today, today's the chance. The chance to share music and talk to each other about old school idols, like Genesis or Peter Gabriel.

And yet, Lucio seemed to be even more beautiful without his makeup, dressed in his vintage clothes. He looked like some sort of rock and roll deity, an angel of music that inhabited old records and came to life after devoted prayers in the form of music. Despite his broken English, he seemed to get by perfectly. And Daniil would try to make things easier, as much as possible anyway.

Between cigarettes and laughs in one of the balconies, the night goes by. Lucio has chosen not to attend the party, and Daniil invents an excuse to stick by him. To sit beside his slender figure and listen to him play the guitar. The way he moves his hands is almost hypnotic. Lucio seems magical. Magnetic, even.

"You have good taste", the heavily Italian and broken English make the phrase sound even better. "And your song... Beautiful. I like. Like a lot."

"I like yours too", Daniil replies. "I think, you have a pretty good chance to win this whole thing."

"You think?" Lucio smiles wide, eyes beaming. "You exaggerating, come on. I come to show my talent. Not know if I can win but if... If... Cazzo, che parola è..." He mutters under his breath, trying to remember. "La gente..."

"People?"

"Uh, yes, thanks", he nods. "If people like what they hear, I'm good. If people like my music, I'm happy."

"You'll be very happy then, because people love your music and your message and all you represent", Daniil smiles too. "And, you know... I was waiting to meet you. Because you're one of my favorite contestants out there."

"Appreciate it. Very much. Thank you."

Daniil doesn't even know when his head ends up resting against Lucio's shoulder, but it seems he doesn't mind it. The both of them look up, at the clear night sky. A bright future is in store. No matter the results in Basel, this night is already a win in their books.

Lucio's got a very distinct smell. Cigarettes, a cologne he can't really identify, but has notes of wood and vanilla, and something else. Something that's indescribable. It feels like being home. And being so close, this mixture is enough to become a replacement for oxygen. A drug. A need. A want.

Would it be okay to want? To long for this?

...

But then Daniil opens his eyes.

And all of a sudden, he remembers where he truly is. A hotel room, empty, and illuminated by a single lamp. It's late, and he doesn't bother to check the time. Why would he? When he got under the sheets, he didn't want to check anyway. He just hoped for a miracle to happen and those don't require a specific timeframe.

But alas, miracles do not involve turning back time. They also don't involve changing everything to accommodate his wishes. And the world wouldn't stop just because one of his wishes didn't come true.

Lucio Corsi was absent.

He had been very excited about this encounter, planned the conversation in his head one and a thousand times, asked around the staff, and waited patiently, and what for? Just for life to have other plans. He hadn't realized just how much this had affected him until now, though, because waking up brought a wave of sadness that hit him in the back of the head strong enough to make him curl in the sheets and want to fall asleep again to pick up the dream right where he left off.

A knock on the door, and his brother enters his room, looking softer than usual when he sits on the bed. Seems like the continuation of the dream isn't happening any soon.

"Up already, Danya?" He asks, a bitter smile on his lips. "Still bummed about it?"

"I... I don't know, I just woke up", Daniil stretches his arms. The half lie slides out so easily it makes him want to be more honest. "Judging by the headache, I'd say I am."

"Man, I know how much you wanted this to happen. You've been talking my ear off about his song and meeting him today. I don't blame you."

"I know, Valya..." The singer looks out the balcony door, at the barely visible moon in the distance. A loud, dramatic sigh escapes his mouth. "Now it's just a waiting game until Basel... But I wonder if we'll even have the time..."

"Hey, anything can happen", his brother nods. "I'm sure things will eventually sort themselves out. But anyway... Do you wanna grab a bite? We have some time to spare."

"Hmm, guess so", Daniil sits up on the bed and stretches his neck, one side at a time. "I wonder... If he'll want to meet me, though..."

"Of course he would, come on", Valentyn pats his shoulder. "You're his number one fan, after all. I bet you were dreaming about him when you napped."

The singer feels blood rush to his cheeks at once. They're twins - there's nothing he can hide from him at this point.

"Ah, come on, Valya..."

"Hah! I'm still the superior twin, I can read your mind", he teased. "Now come on, Danya. You need to switch gears and I'm here to help you with good food. Let's go!"

As Daniil put his shoes on, he couldn't help but think back to his dream. He remembered the warmth, how it felt to lean against Lucio and how comfortable it all was. How would the dream have continued? Would he have mustered the courage to go further? To caress his hands, feel his skin, move closer?

To see if home was within Lucio's lips?

His heart started pounding with force at the thought. Maybe, just maybe, things were more than they seemed in the surface, but he still didn't know about it very well.

For now, all that was left was to hope the bird of pray, carrying his hopes and dreams, could reach Lucio safely in Basel.

That his feelings could wait just a little longer.

[wintrydahlia]

saints

[olinse]

Daniil adorably picks up his phone after dropping it

[just1cefor4ll]

hi, I am anon from previous message ! sorry for you getting you confused 🫶 I meant the plot can be comfort or fluff for the danya from ziferblat

—reticence

(n.) being quiet and not sharing thoughts easily

Daniil Leshchynskyi x f!reader

summary. you’re parents got divorced a week before you were supposed to fly with Danya to Basel. How do you manage to carry such a heavy burden alone?

warning. family problems, not proof read

translations. Мила = sweetheart, Кохана = beloved, Люба = darling

It was unlike you to be so passive towards people, everyone knew that. They saw it in your eyes, red and tired—burdens blooming like flowers in a botanic garden beneath them— however not as much of a pretty sight as a garden would be— with your shoulders slouched under invisible, yet unbearable weight.

You got the usual ‘Are you okay?’ or a blunt ‘God, you look horrible,’ from people all around, yet no one really cared enough to ask on a deeper level, not even after your jaw tensed, or how you inhaled sharply whenever someone expressed their concern.

The thought of waking up each morning felt like a burden, each task you used to breeze through now felt like pushing a boulder uphill. Everything had dulled and now as life continued to move forward without waiting for you to catch up, you found yourself on a plane to Basel—headed to Eurovision, with Daniil by your side, his brother Valentyn next to him as they chatted with a few close friends or members of the team that were scattered nearby.

You were supposed to feel excited. Proud. Supportive. You were going to watch your boyfriend live out a dream that thousands would kill for—and instead, you were like this. Hollow. Numb.

You sank deeper into the airplane seat, picking at the skin around your nails, trying not to cry for the third time that day. What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you just be happy for him?

The truth was that you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything remotely positive.

Your parents were getting divorced, and your mother had accidentally let it slip before giving you the full details. The thought of your parents splitting after years of what looked like a happy marriage hit you like a brick to the face. It made you wonder—were you really that absent from their lives? Have you broken the family because you decided to leave?

You pitied your younger siblings who still lived at home. It was a situation that shook even you—an adult. How would they, as teenagers, handle it?

You let out a deep sigh, texting your sister while people were still boarding. You tried to reassure her that things would be fine, but even she didn’t want to believe you.

“How would you know? You’re never here.” she texted, her words stinging probably more than she intended, but with everything going on, your emotions felt like porcelain—fragile and easily shattered.

“Are you okay, Мила?” you heard Daniil ask from beside you, his sweet eyes looking at you with concern. They always made your heart melt, even now, when it felt broken into pieces. “Yeah, just don’t feel too good—probably plane sickness or something,” you shrugged, managing a soft smile. He didn’t question it, only nodded and pulled you gently into his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Your arrival in Basel was quick. The usual emotions one would feel after arriving in a new country like wonder, excitement, curiosity were nowhere to be found. All you felt was disinterest.

Danya had excitedly listed countless places to explore— a cozy café he spotted near the hotel, a flea market rich with wild clothes and eccentric accessories. But nothing sparked a single flicker of enthusiasm.

“Not today,” you said. “I’m tired. Maybe next time?” Your lukewarm responses dimmed his excitement, his expression switching between a sense of understanding and disappointment.

“Go on without me,” you insisted. “I’ll sleep the sickness off and hopefully we can be more productive tomorrow.” You kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Are you sure? I can stay with you,” he offered, clearly hesitant to leave. You shook your head, trying to smile. “No, no. Go have fun so you can tell me all about it later.” He let out a soft, defeated sigh, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright. But if you need me, just text, okay?”

You watched him walk off with Valentyn and a few of their friends, disappearing into the vibrant city you felt too heavy to enjoy.

Your sister had gone quiet again, leaving your messages on read. So, you did what you told Danya you would; you slept. Or at least, tried to. Anything to escape your thoughts for a few hours and lose yourself in a dream where everything was still okay.

Rehearsals came soon enough as the semi-finals drew closer. The disappearing days making everyone nervous, people rushing around to perfect every last detail of their performance.

You sat off to the side—either texting your siblings or observing. Your eyes often found Danya, admiring how he sang each note so effortlessly, and how Valya played the guitar like it was a talent everyone was born with.

Then, as they finally decided to take a break, you watched the twin brothers interact. The way Daniil and Valentyn shared inside jokes, bickering playfully, laughing like life was as its peak..— it made something twist in your chest. Jealousy started to stretch over your entire being as you saw the bond between them you never really had with your own siblings. You didn’t feel this way out of resentment towards them, but because it reminded you of what felt so out of reach in your own life right now.

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as you stood abruptly. “I’m gonna go get some air,” you mumbled, slipping out of the rehearsal room and into the hallway, walking until you found a stairwell— far enough from everyone.

You sank to the floor, pulling your knees to your chest, arms wrapping around them. Your breathing turned shaky and uneven, tears rolling down your cheeks, one after another, soaking your sleeves as you tried to bury your face in your arms. You didn’t make a sound, but the pressure in your chest felt unbearable.

Suddenly, it was as if an angel had blessed you.

Warm arms wrapped around you from behind, a familiar voice whispering into your ear, his breath brushing your skin. “I’m here, [Name]. Let it out, Люба.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his hands rubbing your arms as if trying to warm you up in a calming manner.

You turned toward him instinctively as he pulled your frame against him without hesitation, wrapping his arms around you tightly with one of his hands finding your back and began to scratch gently, like he always did when you were overwhelmed.

“I just—” your voice cracked, “I’m sorry. I just— I didn’t mean to—” “Shh, don’t apologize, my love,” he murmured, brushing his nose against your cheek. “You’re okay. You don’t have to explain everything right now.”

But that’s what made it harder. You didn’t know how to explain it.

You never had. You’d always been quiet. Not shy — but the words always got stuck in your throat. Sometimes even you weren’t sure what you were feeling until it all came rushing out in one big breakdown. It was a habit you hated; burying things too deep and waiting until it was too late, until your hands shook and your throat locked up and everything spilled out in tears instead of words.

“I.. I don’t know how to say it,” you mumbled, voice muffled against his shoulder. “It’s dumb. I sound dumb.” He pulled you closer. “It’s not dumb.”

You hesitated again, trying to muster up the words that felt so embarrassing to be said out loud. But then, you cracked.

“My parents. They’re getting divorced.”

Danya stayed quiet, but you felt his arms tighten slightly. He didn’t interrupt, letting you take your time since he knew better than anyone that you had trouble speaking your mind.

You kept going, not even sure where all these thoughts suddenly came from but they needed to be let out. “And my sister— she’s mad at me. She says I’m never around. I think she thinks I’m selfish. Maybe she’s right. I mean I visit them every few weeks, sometimes months and never stay long, maybe that’s what broke them— that their oldest has left and I was the one thing keeping them together most of my childhood.”

“What’s worse is.. I feel stupid for crying about it,” you confessed, your voice barely audible. “They’re adults. I am too. They’re allowed to make their own decisions. I should be okay with that. But I’m not. I hate that I’m not. And it just makes me feel weak. Immature.”

Daniil cupped your face in both hands, gently wiping your tears with his thumbs. His expression was so soft it nearly melted you.

“You’re not stupid Кохана,” he said, firmly but gently. “You’re not weak. You’re not too much, and you’re definitely not not enough.” You started to shake your head but he leaned in, touching his forehead to yours. “You’re hurting. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. This is your family, the people you grew up with, the people who were supposed to hold you up. But when your bridge falls apart you can’t be expected to swim in the river under alone. It hurts. That’s normal.”

He brushed your hair from your face behind your ears, tracing small circles on your cheeks with his thumb.

“And you have every right to be upset about it,” he added, softer now. “No matter what age you’d be. Even if it feels like you shouldn’t.” He pulled you back into his chest, wrapping himself around you again like he could shield you from the world. “I’m so proud of you for telling me.” He said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll cancel rehearsals for today, you need some peace and quiet, not bright lights and twenty failed attempts at hitting high notes.” Daniil tried to joke, which made you smile a bit, nodding as he went back into the room.

He spent the rest of the day with you, talking about the first day he promised you about, trying to distract you from your aching heart and even though you didn’t feel even near to perfectly fine, it helped. Just a little. The way he stayed close, the way he listened, the way he made you laugh without trying too hard; it all made the weight a bit easier to carry.

You weren’t okay yet, but you didn’t feel so alone anymore.

© just1cefor4all— I don’t consent to my writing being reposted to other platforms or fed into AI. Translating it is also strictly prohibited. 🚫

[stupido-mirko]

[guysofeurovision]

anything on the lead singer of ziferblat? he's pretty cute

Nothing juicy, if that's what you were looking for, sorry...

Anyway, I'm sure he's got his audience!

[vse-kar-vem]

sorry for being down bad on main but im so gone for daniel from ziferblat its actually embarrassing

HIS NOSE SCRUNCH UAHDJANKF IM SORRY IM JUST A GIRLLL

[fleurbeau-flios]

Guys ummmm so is it like too early to be like asking for ziferblat fanfiction

I mean we're literally Tumblr

[otakulucia-chan]

I made a fan art of Danyil Leshchynsky from Ziferblat, who was one of my favorites this year, also because he's so cute. They deserved to win or finish much better, although they deserved to finish 9th. 🇺🇦

I was planning to upload it last week, but due to university issues I didn't have time to finish it and I hope to be able to upload the winner of Eurovision 2025, which wasn't one of my favorites.

[shiftesque]

　

　　🍵 ༢ུ 　　 “ якщо попеду видiься,

　світла край, кращже не відстай ”　₊˚

　

　

𝐈.　They say figure skaters are meant to be graceful.

They say it like it's sacred. Like it’s stitched into your tendons, passed down from your ancestors through frostbite and gold.

They say: land the jumps, don’t shake during the anthem, glide like your body was carved for ice.

But no one tells you what to do when your legs won’t stop trembling in the tunnel.

No one tells you how to breathe through panic when the air won’t come.

No one says what to do when the crowd is cheering and all you can hear is your own heartbeat screaming.

You were supposed to be a prodigy.

Instead, you’re a boy who sketches birds in the margins of credential forms and calls that survival.

　

　

𝐈𝐈.　Your name is Artem Tkachenko.

You’re twenty-three.

Ukrainian-Italian. A face made for the podium, a soul built for silence.

You move like poetry.

But only because you’re too scared to speak.

You don’t talk about what it means to love someone the whole world is already watching.

You don’t talk about the way your hands shake when his voice plays in your headphones.

You don’t talk about loving Daniil Leshchynskyi.

　

Not out loud.

Instead-

You skate your short program to “Bird of Pray” and pretend it’s not a confession.

You add Ziferblat songs to your playlist like you're building a shrine.

You leave a plushie stitched to match his Eurovision outfit and run before you can see his reaction.

You disappear backstage and cry with your hand over your mouth, like even your breakdowns should be quiet.

You’ve never kissed him.

You’ve barely touched.

But you know.

You know what it means to draw the same hands over and over and pretend they’re not his.

You know the cadence of his lyrics like a second language.

You know he sees you.

And that terrifies you more than anything.

You’re scared of being too much.

You’re scared of not being enough.

You’re scared of loving him wrong-

but even more scared of loving him right.

　

　

𝐈𝐈𝐈.　And still.

Every time he leaves you something, something small-

A note. A packet of chamomile. A playlist. A folded receipt with a drawing on the back—

You cry.

Quietly. Always quietly.

Then you tuck it into your sketchbook like a spell to keep you whole.

　

The world says you’re dramatic.

Too sensitive.

Too fragile.

But Daniil doesn’t just see you.

He recognizes you.

That’s the most terrifying part of all.

Because love isn’t supposed to feel like destiny.

And yet it’s the only reason you’re still here.

　

　

You skate like it’s the only way you know how to scream.

And he writes music like it’s the only way he can hold you without breaking.

You’re not dating.

You’re barely speaking.

But it’s already a love story.

Even if it ends in silence.

　

[soarelesiluna-ao3]

Today I come to break your hearts because I am evilllllllll 😈

Also because I got the idea talking with someone who's quickly becoming my partner in crime for european yaoi and I've been thinking about it the whole day

So quick TW for Hanahaki Disease and all it involves, if you don't like gore be warned on the second half!

Enjoy suffering for Danya and Lucio, again 🥰 (even though Danya and Valya are the main characters in this!)

Content under the cut!

Ah, to heighten the suffering you can listen to this and this - these are songs I listened to inspire myself.

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"Valentyn... How is he?"

A concerned Johannes walked into the room. Basel felt cold and strange. The Ukrainian delegation had been in too many meetings that morning, and the two remaining members of Ziferblat looked like a walking mess. Fedir was dead silent, and Valentyn looked like he had been crying for a long time. Accompanying in the room, Go-Jo, the three members of Kaj, the Icelandic twins and Erika Vikman sat down, side by side, with equally somber faces.

"I... I don't know", Valentyn shook his head. "Last night I heard him retch many times. And cry. Cry a lot. I'm scared to go see him again, after how I found him in the morning. Doctors told me it's complicated. The delegation is talking about withdrawal."

"Is it that bad?" Johannes frowned. "God... Why are we all sitting here and waiting then?"

"Doctors came in a while ago", Axel spoke up. "They've been talking to the Ukrainian delegation all morning. Just now they got the chance to rest, so we're making them company until a verdict is given."

"It really is... Scary", Go-Jo lowered his head. "He's refusing to say who's the cause. He's scared people might hate them."

"And truly he can barely talk at all..." Valentyn shook his head.

"He didn't look so bad yesterday..." Erika's sadness was evident. "Who would've thought..."

"Can you fill me in?" Johannes sat down beside Fedir. "I didn't really get much details. I just heard the ambulances rushing in and the ruckus in the hallway. Kyle is gonna drop by after rehearsals."

"Well... What I know is that Danya has been dealing with a lot of stress since Madrid, he was a bit more detached and coughed a lot", Valentyn started speaking again. "But... It got worse. And when we got here... He requested a separate room, which was a bit strange for us. Then we heard him... Cry and gag a lot for a couple days. We thought it was something he ate. But when we stepped into the room... Orchid petals. A lot of them. And blood splattered accross the ground."

The countertenor's eyes widened at the description. No more was needed. This disease was rare enough - but he knew what it meant. Now he understood why Ukraine was in the verge of withdrawal. This was a serious deal.

"It's at a mortal level now. Doctors told me to talk to him. To get him to open up to see what could be done. But... I'm scared. I don't want to lose him. He's like a part of my heart. If I cut it out... Then..."

"Valentyn", Johannes took his hand. "I'm sure... He doesn't want to be lonely. Please, go see him. All of us are here for you guys. We promise."

"We won't let you take the fall alone", Jakob nodded. "He needs you."

"I can come with you if you want", the Australian singer was ready to stand up, but the guitarist declined.

"I'm good. Don't worry. I'll... I'll go."

Valentyn took a deep breath and headed out of the room. Everyone inside it gave each other gloomy looks.

The bird of pray was dying.

— — —

Valentyn gave a couple knocks at the closed door and received no answer. The silence was chilling. It felt like a death sentence. He knew his twin wasn't going to last forever, mostly because he was very aware of what was going on inside his head. How did Daniil expect him not to know who was it? Did he not know how much he'd talked about it for months on end?

Still, he needed closure. Just a goodbye, to know what the trigger was, to know if the need to go to the Italian delegation and tear them to shreds because the blood of his brother would be on their hands, or if it was just an unfortunate twist of fate. It hurt. But he could imagine it hurt Daniil a lot more.

After a couple seconds, he decided to enter the room. What he saw made his heart stop for several moments. Blood coated most of the sheets, and trails of blood could be seen on the floor. Sitting on the bed, Daniil's eyes looked puffy from having cried so much. His hands were tight over his chest and were also bloodsoaked. A series of laceration wounds appeared to the sides of his throat. He was wearing a white shirt, which now had turned into a deep maroon. He looked pale, and was bleeding from his nose and mouth. Some small flowers had started sprouting around his throat, face and hands.

"Va... Lya..." He could barely speak now. "Va... Valy... Valya..."

"God, you... You look worse..." He started walking towards the bed. It was now where Valentyn chose not to tell his twin about Ukraine withdrawing. One heartbreak at a time. "Did you get any sleep?"

"I don't... Know..." Daniil looked down, clutching his chest. "Valya, you... Need... To leave..."

"No way, no way I'm leaving you, Danya", he shook his head. "Please... Talk to me... Tell me what's going on, I know... I know what this disease is, but... Did... Did he do something to you? Did he...?"

His words were interrupted by Daniil's coughing against the pillow. A small orchid escaped his mouth amongst blood, which caused him to briefly choke.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" But once again, Valentyn's words were interrupted, this time by his brother's sobs.

"It isn't... Lucio's fault..." He shook his head. "He... I didn't... Know, okay? I was... The one who... Got... So... So... Infatuated..." Another cough. "I... Saw... Saw him... And... And his... Bo... Boyfriend..." More sobbing. More coughing. More flower petals splattering against Valentyn's body. "To... Tommaso... I think... And... I realized I... Was doomed..."

"Danya..." The guitarist's eyes filled with tears. This wasn't Lucio's fault. This wasn't anyone's fault. This was just an unfortunate twist of fate. And here's when he realized it was irreversible. Still, he had to try. "Doctors say that if you get the surgery tonight... You might be in good condition for the semifinal..."

"I don't want to", Daniil shook his head. "If... I have to forfeit love... In order to keep living... Then I'd rather... Die... Loving... Because... Living without love... It's not... Who I am..."

Valentyn knew this to be true, and he hated that it was, so much. He knew Daniil had a kind, gentle soul, and removing all love and ability to feel it would not be fair for anyone. There was nothing else that could be done at this point.

"I know it's not, Danya", he shook his head. "I... Came here because I figured you wouldn't want to be alone, despite you saying the opposite. I don't want to be alone either. I don't want you to go. But..."

"Val... Ya..." Daniil's breathing got heavier for a moment as he clutched his chest harder, a whine of pain coming out of his mouth. "It's... Taking over... I don't know... How... Oh, God, please... Please!"

The singer's eyes filled with tears, and he started violently sobbing. Valentyn knew it was time. This was Daniil's final goodbye. The last time they'd talk to each other. The last time their eyes would ever meet. And that's why he chose to hug him tight. Daniil didn't object - he didn't have the strength to. But he could hide into the crook of his neck for a while, like he did many times when they were kids and he was scared.

"I'll miss you, Danya. I'll miss you so fucking much."

"Thank you... For everything... Brother... I lo..."

Daniil's body started shaking violently, and that's when Valentyn knew he had to step back, and he was glad he did, because the orchids that bloomed from his brother's chest would've certainly have impaled him. In the center of his chest and throat, thorns, roses, orchids and daisies started blooming rapidly and violently with a loud noise, one of the flowers lodged inside his mouth as a grotesque display. The body fell limp onto the bed.

Valentyn got up from his seat, almost automatically, and kissed his brother's forehead before stepping out of the room and walking to where the others were.

"He's gone. It was nobody's fault."

Ukraine withdrew from Eurovision 2025.

[mildmagician]

Ukraine🇺🇦

A Call for Hope and Freedom! Ukraine’s 2025 entry - ‘Bird of Pray’ by Ziferblat!🕊️🤲

Following their runner-up finish at Ukraine’s 2024 National Selection, Ziferblat, comprised of brothers Daniil and Valentyn Leshchynskyi, and Fedir Khodakov, poured their hearts into creating a track that captures the collective soul of a nation. 

Written in both English and Ukrainian, it tells the story of a day in the life of those torn by war and longing for peace. The bird at the song’s heart is not a predator, but a gentle messenger, carrying hope, prayers, and the spirit of resilience across divided lands. With its poetic lyricism, moving symbolism, and stunning live presence, ‘Bird of Pray’ is already being hailed as one of Ukraine’s most heartfelt Eurovision entries in recent years.

[wintrydahlia]

bird of pray

[seungminsbigjuicylefttoe]

High key really want to make another Stray kids Dr where i'm the maknae and i'm dating Daniil Leshchynskyi from Ziferblat. I mean I only have 1 dr at the moment and its driving me crazy, i really want to make more dr's so I think I might...

Fine ass shit what the fuck this man has me in a chokehold I want to do unspeakable things to him. Shifting motivation going wild so I can give this guy toe curling backshots

[just1cefor4ll]

hiii! could i ask you to write dating headcans about valya from ziferblat x fem!reader?

I really like your works!!

—Valya Leshchynskyi dating hc’s

Valya, a lot like his brother, is just as much of a gentleman so expect gifts (whether hand made, store bought or just some wild flowers picked off the street..) on the regular

from what I’ve seen I reckon he’s quite a talker so conversations with him are always so easy going and you never run out of things to talk about

is a bit of a flirt and is NOT ashamed of you at all

brings you everywhere!! concerts, interviews, hang outs, to his family..

during concerts he always stares at you like you’re his muse, that beautiful smile of yours and how you look at him makes him go insane

“I need a man/woman to stare at me the way Valya and [Name] look at each other.”

You show Valya the tik tok you came across and he scoffs.

“You can never find another like us so good luck with that.”

he’s a sassy man</3

^^you often have to fight laughter and tell him to calm down whenever he gives attitude during interviews but when its in private you either giggle or fire back

^^gets offended if you fire back and its you being on his brothers side (its all fun and games tho)

late-night facetimes whenever you’re not able to go with him to concerts or other events where he’s rambling about something while lying half-off the hotel bed

^^you don’t even have to say much—he just wants you there

refers to you as “Моя найдорожча” (my dearest) in interviews like it’s the most casual thing in the world and fans go crazy over it even you no matter how long you’ve been together

gets a bit pouty when you don’t laugh at his jokes, then tells them again until you do

loves when you ask for him to teach you the guitar, he sets you in between his legs and teaches you

might get a little distracted and start attacking you with kisses<33

you’re the first one to act during the esc semi-final when you notice how incredibly nervous he is

You put a hand on his back, rubbing comforting circles on it as you whisper how proud of him you are, leaning in closer to him to fix the loose strands of hair in his face.

“It’ll be okay my darling, however you need to take some deep breaths for me, okay?”

he’s so grateful that he has you like the first thing he does after qualifying is bring you and ofc his brother into a hug, later picking just you up in excitement as some tears fall from his eyes

that night he whispers how much he loves and appreciates you<333

“Thank you for talking to me then , I’d probably loose my mind if it wasn’t for you to pull me out of that spiral I was going down.”

Valya loves whenever you play with his hair and whenever he comes home after a long day he purposefully lays his head on your chest or in your lap to make you play with it

^^if you don’t he’ll just put your hand in it on his own with a huff and grumble before relaxing under your touch

hes always taking pictures of you— theres never a day where he doesn’t and always posts them or prints them out to put in a photo album

often draws little hearts or doodles on your hand with a pen when you’re sitting together

loves dancing with you as Daniil sings in the background, days like that are mostly when you visit their family and it’s always something that you look forward to!!

definitely talks Daniil’s ear off about you and how much he loves and adores you (i can see Danya writing a song about this lmao)

loves physical touch and finds it impossible to keep his hands off of you. it’s either your pinkies are brushing against each other, his hand is on your thigh, pulls you into hugs, holds you by the waist.. the list is endless

before concerts he definitely gives you a fashion show and asks if what he’s wearing is okay

“Are you 100% sure this doesn’t look stupid with the shoes.”

“You look perfect, my love.”

whenever there’s something bothering you, he’s always there to hear you out

will sit with you in absolute silence, holding your hand, letting you cry if you need to—never asks you to explain yourself and never invalidates the way you feel

hums you a tune and pulls you into his chest, brushing through your hair with his fingers and rocks with you back and forth

^^if this sort of comfort doesn’t help you, he’ll always accustom to your needs, such a sweetheart <33 :,)

if you ever feel insecure he cups your cheeks with both of his hands and stares at you, complimenting each and every part of you until you’re a blushing, smiling meas

kisses you every time he leaves the room. even if he’s just going to get water

when you’re not there, he talks about you with such love and seriousness it often takes you aback a bit when the videos of it get into your possession because it’s so evident how he means every single word

Valya is just a total loverboy we can’t deny it

**extra: on valentines day you and him make a tik tok with the monster high audio “and for my birthday, he gave me the greatest gift I’ve ever received. He created a holiday just for me! Valentine’s day!” since his name is Valentyn and it was definitely his idea lmfao

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[stupido-mirko]