#mario kart against lilia

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Mario Kart but Even Worse

part two of the twst!au game night, where canon is thrown out the window and the only way people can legally strangle each other is via games! :) (also co-written w the bestie @starsunns)

“Well. It’s official.” Ace leaned against the arm of the couch, a huff of laughter coming from him as he tried stifling it to no avail. “You suck at Mario Kart.”

“Ah—“ Airi blinked as she was fished out of space once again. Turning to face her rival, she stuck her tongue out. “Well, pardon me, but I’ve never played Rainbow Road.”

“Look at the screen or else you’re gonna fall again.”

“Please, as if I—“

She fell again.

“…dammit.”

Saturdays were nice at NRC. Game night was a lot of fun, and even if there WAS a bit of rule breaking, it gave everyone a chance to relax.

You can’t relax with these two around though.

“Gah, no, I fell again-!”

“Then keep your eyes on the goddamn rainbow!”

“What do you THINK I’m doing?!”

Silver groaned, raking a hand through his hair as he stared at the two of them on the other couch, bemused. “Shut up for once and let me sleep…” he muttered softly.

“You shouldn’t have come to the game room then,” Lilia chided, humming as he watched the screen. “Every Saturday, we get the tamest war in this place. Might as well be able to watch.”

Deuce was also annoyed, mainly at Airi. “Oh no, oh no, come ON, Airi, I’m betting money on you here— nonono don’t FALL NO—“ he wailed and leaned his head back onto the couch as he gave a fistful of money to Floyd, who was grinning.

“This is why you don’t bet with Octavinelle~” he sang.

"'M gonna..." Deuce started before dropping off silently. No one commented, I mean, it was Deuce who was speaking, who really listened to him?

"Ah, Floyd, I think this is mine~," Lilia cooed softly, reaching over to grab the wad of cash Deuce had just given to him.

"What! I thought you'd forget," Floyd said, reaching back for the money that was just (not really) stolen straight from his hand. "I won that fair and square!"

"And I won this fair and square," Lilia shot back, looking through the money. "You're short two thousand though,"

"O~oh," a voice popped from behind them all, but no one turned to look. "Are you guys making bets without me?" Of course, it was Trey, not even that weird at that point. "Here's some money. Ace and Airi are going to fight, and then Ace is going to get angry and call me four-eyes, so then Airi gets angry and throws her controller at him, to which Ace dodges, and the controller hits Riddle,"

"That's way too specific," Floyd said, "I'm taking the chances,"

"I'll put my cards down," Lilia adds in.

Deuce shook his head. “Sorry, Trey, but I honestly doubt that’s gonna happen.”

Silver, who had given up on trying to sleep, also put a wad of money in. “I bet I saw this in a dream once. If they don’t shut up, might as well make them useful.”

Ace, who had been hearing him, scoffed. “Useful?! What am I, a hammer?” Honestly, he and Airi were aware of the betting. (A portion of the funds went to them anyway, so they let it go on. He didn’t think the rest of NRC would start doing it, but whatever. At least they get money out of it.)

Airi sniggered as she threw a shell at Ace, finally getting the hang of the controls. “You’re about as useful as a broken clock. Only two times a day, and completely trash the rest of it.”

“You’re one to talk, Miss ‘Kamek’s-fetched-me-out-of-space-with-a-fishing-rod-nine-times’!”

“See?” Airi remarked, starting the third lap. “That name’s solid proof you’re right only two times a day. True fact, but wow, you suck at naming.”

“Shut up, I’m winning,” Ace retorted, shoving Airi so she lost grip of her controller. “Oh look, gonna have to change the name to TEN times instead, huh?”

“Cheater-!” She responded to that by kicking him out of the way, snagging first place yet again.

From bystanders, the pair looked like they were this close to murdering each other. To be honest, they probably were.

And then Lilia pulled the move.

“You know what they say~ all’s fair in love and war!”

They stopped driving.

“Love?! Please, Airi’s so short I’d have to break my back in order to kiss her—“

“I’d rather not need to carry around mouthwash for this guy, thanks—“

“How am I supposed to play basketball if my ribs are crushed?!”

“Please, as if I’d ever like a REDHEAD—“

“You were dating Cater, for God’s sake, weren’t you?! What does he have? RED HAIR—“

“Cater isn’t a guy with a superiority complex—“

“Who said I had any sort of complex whatsoever— oh look, I win,” Ace cut himself off with a nonchalant tone and a smirk.

“YeahbecauseyouCHEATED—“ Airi yelped as she was unceremoniously shoved off the couch, but not before she threw her controller at Ace.

Ace dodged it, and guess who it hit?

A now very red-faced Riddle Rosehearts.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!!”

As Airi scrambled back up and away from a short redhead chasing after her, the others still in the common room grinned at Deuce, who was sweating buckets.

“Pay up, Spade.”

“…crap.”

[sophia-helix]

#17 for the ways you said i love you meme, please!

17. While the broken glass lies on the floor

It’s late when Yuri comes down the hall to Victor’s apartment, but that doesn’t really matter. He knows someone’s always awake here, visiting or cooking or drinking, people coming and going seemingly at all hours. Since Yuuri moved in last summer it feels like the chic little flat has come apart at the seams, starting with the giant futon with which he insisted on replacing Victor’s narrow old couch. They host dinners and game nights and parties for no reason, and sometimes Yuri wonders when they even sleep.

He admits, grudgingly, that it’s made life more enjoyable, even if Yakov is always yelling at everyone for showing up late the next day. No one’s ever seen Victor this happy and relaxed, and Yuuri has unexpectedly blossomed into a superlative host, mixing bad Russian with his English and leading the drinking games. Their enormous love spills over in outrageous ways, easy and loud, but it’s like it expanded to draw other people in, like a warm and comfortable fire. Everyone wants to be here.

Yuri managed to forget his favorite scarf yesterday, though, and after extra practice and dinner at the rink it seemed like a better idea to come get it now than freeze all the way home to Lilia’s. Hopefully he won’t get pulled into another Mario Kart marathon and end up late again tomorrow.

But it’s quiet when he comes to their door, resting slightly ajar. Yuri doesn’t knock, because no one ever does, but he finds himself pushing it open slowly, hesitant as he pokes his head inside.

At first his eye is caught by a startling trail of broken glass. It surrounds a white marble pedestal, and Yuri realizes it’s what used to be a hideous sculpture Victor had displayed in the entry, one of the first pieces of art he bought when he started his “collection” years ago. Yuri’s always thought it was ugly as hell, but Victor just laughed and told him he had no taste.

Victor isn’t laughing now. Yuri looks up to see Victor sitting on the futon, leaning back against the arm, with Yuuri lying facedown on his chest and weeping bitterly.

It’s a stunning picture, the frantic way Victor caresses Yuuri’s hair and shoulders, like he can stop him from crying with just his hands. Victor’s expression is strained, frowning, and he’s breathing hard, obviously distressed. He bites his lip, looking down at the top of Yuuri’s head.

“Shh,” Victor says, and Yuri can hear the pain in his voice. “It’s all right, everything is ok. I’m sorry.” Victor’s speaking Russian, but Yuuri clearly understands because he sniffles hard and shifts his grip on the front of Victor’s shirt. He goes on crying, but it’s softer now, subsiding.

“It’s all right,” Victor says again, still in Russian. “I love you.”

He leans down to hide his face against the top of Yuuri’s head, and Yuri realizes that he should close the door and leave. He doesn’t know what happened, an accident or a fight, or maybe both. Everything’s been tense at the rink, with the Grand Prix final coming up, though it hasn’t seemed to affect Victor and Yuuri.

But maybe it has, in ways he hasn’t seen before. Maybe their love isn’t always as perfect and easy as it looks.

Yuri takes a step backwards. Neither of them look at him as he goes, though Yuuri finally lifts his head, gazing up at Victor. Yuri can’t see his face but he can still see Victor’s expression, pained and uncertain, opening his mouth to speak as Yuri closes the door.

His neck is cold, all the way home.