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crosshimes-fanwritings · 10 months

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The Vacant Days (Puzzle III: Discipline)

Fandoms: Professor Layton, Zatch Bell, and Toilet-bound Hanako-kun Rating: T Summary: Luke's intelligence is pissing Suzume off so, she wants to get back at him by disciplining him. Or maybe not as his charisma is too bearable for her to handle. TW/CW: None Notes: Since I am going by the canon ages, the Hanako-kun characters are also around Suzume's age. Suzume's and Luke's interactions are clearly platonic, people. Well from Suzume's POV, that is. Words: 1,088

"Yo, Mizuno! Where is Triton and Mr. Layton?!" Kou Minamoto kicked the door open and entered the kitchen alongside Amane Yugi, aka Hanako, and Nene Yashiro. "We discovered a few new puzzles for them to solve!"

"The hell would I know?" Suzume told them in a grumpy tone as she sipped her cola from a glass cup. "They weren't here when I woke up. I swear I'm going to discipline that little shit when he and Mr. Layton comes back! His parents aren't around to do the job anyway!"

"Awww! Did you and your boyfriend get into a petty quarrel?" Amane smirked puckishly.

"What are you talking about? Triton is just a kid." Suzume frowned at Amane suspiciously.

"Oooh, you don't have no idea! Poor you, Suzu!" Amane gave her a tricksy grin. "You see-"

"Dude, cut it out!" Kou smacked Amane on his head.

"Don't pay mind to Hanako, Miss Suzume. He loves to joke around." Nene giggled and bowed her head to Suzume. "We're going out to search for Triton and Mr. Layton ourselves."

"Cool, have fun and be careful." Suzume waved at them vacantly. "Tell Triton I need to speak with him when he gets home."

"Oooh, I will tell him myself!" Amane guffawed.

"Shut it, Hanako!" Kou dragged him out as Nene followed.

Suzume sighed. She finished the rest of her cola and washed the glass cup before she left the kitchen. She has gone back to her guestroom. She worked on a 30-piece Jigsaw puzzle to kill time.

hat the hell I'm even doing?' Suzume stared down at the half-finished Jigsaw puzzle. 'This is frustrating. I wonder how is Triton and Mr. Layton doing? They probably helped a new person invent something.'

'You don't look good with black hair, Miss Mizuno. You do look much better with your natural hair color. And I prefer blue as a color scheme for your dresses.'

Suzume had a blank expression as she recalled Luke's words from yesterday. Luke was usually well-mannered, so maybe he was complimenting her. Still, the way he said it baffled Suzume.

'So, he likes my natural reddish brown hair, so what?' Suzume rested her chin on her hand. 'He's just a kid. He doesn't know what he is talking about. Ugh! I still remember his smug grin! Hell with this!' Suzume slammed her hands onto the desk, causing the half-finished puzzle to scatter into pieces. '….Oh well. I'll redo the puzzle when I get back.' She marched out of her bedroom. 'I'm going to look for Triton myself!'

The number one piece of advice that Suzume definitely needed to keep in mind was thugs. She still needed to watch out for those bastards. Who knows how many thugs Viktor hired to capture her or her father. She was also wondering if Luke kept his word and did some investigation on her father on his own.

'Why did I agree to allow a kid to help me in the first place?' Suzume pouted petulantly. 'I should just pack my things and go back to Japan.'

If Kiyomaro was here in Steam Bison, things would have been different. Suzume froze as she stood in the middle of a plaza. There were some people around, minding their own business. She gazed at the sky. There were some clouds today. She could see the steam smoke coming from the metal chimney caps. Suzume felt nothing when Kiyomaro's charming expression flashed in her mind.

Emptiness.

Why should she still have romantic feelings towards Kiyomaro after he broke her heart back in middle school?

'No.' Suzume lowered her head and shook her head. 'I've come here to search for the truth about my father's disappearance. I ain't giving up.' She clutched her hands together. 'I am over Takamine anyway. He's in the past. I have no time for romantic relationships.'

Suzume gazed over at Eggmuffin's workshop's building. Maybe Luke and Layton were there. Perhaps they were in a different workshop with another inventor. Possibly one of the twin sisters that Luke had spoken to her about before. She forgot which door to Eggmuffin's workshop. The building had too many entrances.

'I'm going back to Triton's place. Why did I even come here?'

Suzume was about to leave, but she spotted Luke leaving Eggmuffin's workshop. Layton wasn't with him. Suzume's original purpose for getting fresh air kicked in.

"TRITOOOOON!" Suzume speeded towards him and stopped in front of him.

Luke was startled in surprise. Suzume stretched his cheeks with her fingertips.

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't discipline your smartass for exposing me yesterday!"

"You're still upset about that?!"

"You little shit! You think you know it all, don't cha?!"

"Please let go of my cheeks, Miss Mizuno." Luke groaned in discomfort.

"Ugh. Only because you asked so nicely." Suzume stopped pitching Luke's cheeks. "Sorry. I have no idea what came over me. I feel better through. I felt so annoyed all day. Also, sorry for calling you a little shit." Suzume turned her eyes away from Luke in shame.

"It's fine, Miss Mizuno. I forgive you." Luke smiled at her affectionately. "I am curious why you and Flora were in disguises yesterday."

"You caught me. I'll explain to you when we get home. So, where's Mr. Layton?"

"He's still inside Eggmuffin's workshop. Do you need something from him?"

"Well, my acquaintances discovered a few puzzles and wanted you two to solve the puzzles."

"Cool! I can't wait for the new puzzles!" Luke's expression brightened, excitement flashing within those childish eyes of his.

"Oh, you! Detective Triton?!" Suzume stroked Luke's cheeks. "More like Detective Adorable!" She felt very delighted. She has always had a weakness towards children. She used to babysit as a part-time job back in her homeland. "No wonder why you're popular! You are so cute!"

Luke flushed heavily. His eyes glimmered as he gaped at her, stunned by her compliments. Suzume grinned at him. He complimented her first yesterday, so it was only fair. Suzume let go of his cheeks and spun around. She had her hands behind her back as she gazed at the sky.

"Well, I don't want to bother you or Mr. Layton, so I'll see you back home, ya?" She looked at him over her shoulder. "Do try to stay out of trouble, detective boy." She gave him a bubbly grin.

"Y-yes."

'He is still a kid. I was his age once, after all.'

Suzume hustled back to Luke's house to prepare dinner with Flora and the family maid, Beth.

#Crossover FanFiction #Crossover AU: Vacantverse

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diedraechin · 2 years

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Anybody want a sneak peek of the next chapter???

So we just got back from vacation, and I sat down and read through the next chapter, and I think that I'm just about ready to send it to Io to edit. I have two small sections that I have highlighted for reworking, but nothing major and I'm feeling pretty good about it! Which means I should probably let Io have at it before I change my mind...

And whenever I get to this point, is usually when I decide it's time to give you all a little taste of what's coming... :D This is a little longer than usual, but I think it's deserved for all your patience sticking with me!

Where did we leave off? Oh, right, Yuuri got called up as alternate for the GPF and is stuck in the Netherlands because his flight was delayed/cancelled/wtf????

Viktor turned back to Chris. “Going to call it a night?”

Chris nodded. “It’s been busy and that’s not even with all the drama caused by that delay in Amsterdam for our third musketeer.” He paused. “Never fly through Schiphol; it’s a horrible idea. I’ve always had bad luck with that airport. I don’t care how nice it is on the inside, it still sucks getting stuck there.” He stood up. “I’m going for a walk around the block to get some air and then coming back and calling it a night.”

“Bonne nuit.”

Chris patted his shoulder and headed out the door.

Viktor returned to his staring contest with Yakov. Ultimately, he knew that Yakov was going to win, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for the coach.

“Ok. So he’s definitely in the air. Someone needs to wait for him, though.” Celestino’s booming voice broke Viktor’s staring contest and he turned his head to look at Celestino who was talking with Kai and the Team Japan Leader -- the Japanese and French officials having left -- Phichit still dancing around the edge, neither included nor separate from the group. Never had Viktor been happier that Celestino didn't know how to speak at normal speaking volume.

It was the Team Japan Leader that spoke. “I will be here when he gets in. I have his paperwork and schedules.” He paused. “I don’t know Katsuki-san at all, though, he’s never competed at a competition I’ve been Leader at before.” He looked down at the watch on his wrist. "It's too late to call Japan."

“I don’t have a problem with waiting, Celestino.” Kai said.

Celestino shook his head. “He’s my skater and it was a bad delay and we both know that he was panicking earlier when the flight showed as cancelled for five minutes before returning to being just delayed. I’ll stay. Go bring Phichit to his room.”

“But, Celestino!” Phichit interjected.

Celestino shook his head. “No. You’re going to bed. You have early practice and press and a lot of other things to get through. If Yuuri was already here he’d be telling you the same thing. You’ll see Yuuri tomorrow; we both know that he’ll make sure of that. Besides, aren't you the one who hates dealing with him when he’s cranky? And he’s going to be.”

Phichit stopped moving and nodded. “Point. He gets very cranky.”

Viktor bit his lip to stop from laughing and glanced at Yakov who was just shaking his head. “He’s not wrong. Yura can be very grumpy at times.”

Yakov stood up. “Bed soon, Vitya. I mean it.”

“I know. I will. I promise. Just thirty more minutes? By then Chris will have finished his walk and I’ll be out of people to entertain me.”

Yakov sighed and patted his shoulder. “He’ll be here and he’ll skate. On the positive side, he’ll likely be so tired from being anxious over his flights he’ll sleep.” Yakov went to the elevator.

Kai had started arguing with Phichit, but seemed to be winning and was aiming the Thai skater toward the elevators.

“Kai, just one second.” Viktor made to stand up but she just looked over at him and shook her head.

“I’ll text her. Don’t want to hear it. I need to get this one up to his room.” She pushed him into the elevator with Yakov and then all of them were gone.

So Viktor was left with the Japanese Team Leader and Celestino just sitting in the lobby in a tense, uncomfortable silence, none of them saying anything and neither of the other two even acknowledging Viktor. While the minutes dragged on, Viktor idly looked through instagram trying to pass the time, but nothing caught his interest.

He really needed to figure out Yuuri's secret instagram. No doubt he'd been posting things while stranded in the Netherlands. That would have been entertaining. Oh! Maybe he even used that layoverinams hashtag! Viktor started typing the hashtag into the search bar, but stopped midway when Celestino coughed loudly. He dropped his phone from in front of his face to look at Yuuri’s coach and smiled.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed?” Celestino looked at him, his annoyance clear. Seemingly their temporary truce for getting Yuuri to nap at Skate America had come to an end.

Viktor shrugged. “Probably. But I’m waiting for Chris to finish his walk. Can’t be more well rested than the competition. Have to give them a sporting chance.”

Celestino visibly bristled. “You’re full of yourself, Nikiforov, and one of these days a skater is going to come around and knock you down a peg or three.”

Grinning, Viktor wondered if Celestino even knew that he was a coach to such a skater because he was pretty sure that Yuuri’s coach was the king of underestimating Yuuri.

#yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #yuri on ice fanfiction #bear your soul on the ice #yoi fanfic #bysoti(d)#viktor nikiforov #sneak peek #viktor pov since I know so many of you love that #layoverinams #bwahahaha #also I have been stranded in Schiphol multiple times #I do not like #in fact the walking Christmas Tree from last chapter was ripped straight from one of the times Io and I were stuck there...

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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hellooo previous anon asker here!

the story takes place in the first season (could be continued to the other seasons if you’d like) frenemies to lovers trope, reader goes by she/her pronouns and is also latina and part of the umbrella academy and the story alters through 3rd and 1st person pov? essentially she’s a badass and is besties with klaus and five? I don’t really know what a good power would be so you can have creative liberty with that. hopefully this was enough details, thanks! <3

Author's Note: I can very much work with this. I'm still working on a plot outline but here is the establishing info for the story. But before we get into that please keep a few things in mind...

The power set was initially a hang up for me, so many different fics uses various power sets and I didn't want to accidently be too similar. But I think I came up with something not used as often in fics with supers. I have been listening to some Lore podcasts and while trying to figure out what type of powers the team somewhat lacked I got an idea. The Lore episode alluring details ghost lights and it seemed like a decent place to start and if you have read my writing you know I looooove folklore and mythologies. It also plays off, in a way, an idea I had back when season 1 was airing. I'm Caucasian of European decent, so please forgive any cultural confusion. I am not of Hispanic decent and really not trying to disrespect anyone. If anyone is willing to help with this aspect I would greatly appreciate it.

I really hope this is sort of what you were looking for.

Please note that since this is season 1 I will be using Vanya for Viktor. I fully support Elliot Page and have major respect for the show's writers for working a transition into the character Elliot portrays. I love how they handled in the show. But for sake of "canon" I use Vanya for now. BUT if you all would prefer I use Viktor and male pronouns let me know. I'm human and far from perfect, so I am always willing to listen and learn. I support all members of the LGBTQ+ community. I love and respect all my readers, but I do not tolerate hate so be nice in the replies, please.

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader

Part 1 of a new WIP Series.

Series Masterlist

Content Warning: Canon typical neglect, violence, death, depression, anxiety

Will o' The Wisp

Chapter 1: #8-The Wisp

Her powers are that she can create a being of pure light and seemingly energy, separate from her own entity. It started as a flickering ball of light. Pogo had said the faint light was like the Will o' the Wisp in old English folklore. But she would go on to learn that most cultures had phantom lights. The name Wisp stuck, but the light didn't stay small or weak for long. Sir Reginald Hargreeves trained her to give it form and capable of independent motion. She gave it a humanoid form to make it easier to manipulate when she took it over. But more often than not, she lets it clings to her like an inverse shadow. She eventually found that she could split her consciousness and control it. Something her father would push her to explore. She can will it in and out of existence, but it still sort of radiates from her if she doesn't give it an external form. It gives her an ethereal glow when it doesn't have its own form. She can weaponize the light in multiple ways. She can use it to blind opponents. It can temporarily stun and disorient someone. She can use it as a projectile. She can also use it to fight as multiple beings, something she tries to limit because fragmenting one's psyche can be both disorienting and unnerving.

Her siblings had stuck with the Will o' the Wisp idea and jokingly called her Will, but she preferred the name Y/N that Mom helped her pick. They initially called the light entity Wisp due to a lack of creativity. Then they got more "creative", calling it her shining stalker, bright bugger, and many other weird and rude names. She would remind them it wasn't a sentient being. It only became so when she was the conscious one controlling it. And tell them they were just jealous they couldn't be in two places at once.

Her arguments with Diego were usually more direct.

"You're just jealous I never run out of weapons or have to retrieve them," she would tease when Diego would start to bug her about it.

"At least I can blend into a crowd," Diego would shoot back. "You stick out like a glow stick even when your stalker isn't burning its image into people's retinas."

"And yet, they still like us more," she would shrug and guide her glowing glimmer to do the same, making it seem more like a twin or a doppelganger as she does.

She had two siblings that were drawn to her by her light. They would cling to the light as the light clung to her. Ben and Klaus. Ben, because the warm light helped cancel out the cold darkness his powers seemed to bring with them. Klaus, because despite the ghost light jokes, her light actually helped keep his ghosts and demons at bay. It would remind him he wasn't in the dark mausoleum that their father would lock him in. So it wasn't unusual for one or both of them to hide from nightmares in her room. She didn't mind. If it helped them, she'd do it, even if Sir Reginald didn't approve. That was what they had their powers for, wasn't it? Helping people, being heroes, wasn’t that what they were supposed to do? For her, part of that meant putting up with Klaus drooling or Ben mumbling in his sleep.

Her other siblings mostly liked or at least tolerated her, other than Diego. Diego liked to argue with her almost as much as he did Luther. He often called her la bruja after the witch lights that taunt and trick people. Luther and Allison had told her he was probably just jealous that Y/N has useful powers. He is jealous that she has successfully molded her powers the way their father wanted her to. They told her she was as good at what she could do as they were, which was what pissed him off.

Luther didn't mind her as long as she followed orders and did her training. He liked her well enough, but she wasn't Allison. Allison liked having another sister with powers, but she wanted attention more, and since Luther was happy to give it to her, Allison spent most of her time with him. Y/N and Vanya got along well enough, but Klaus would usually drag Y/N and often Ben off on a whim and rarely left much time for the seventh sibling.

Y/N and Five liked to challenge each other. It was a playful rivalry, unlike Luther and Diego. She and Five would see who could get somewhere faster, him or her speed of light Wisp. They would race, push each other, and make each other faster and more focused. They'd take turns critiquing their techniques as they trained and just genuinely got along. They could be competitive and still be companions. The competitions made them both better. They thrived due to their competitiveness but always ended the day as equals.

A few days after Five vanished and failed to return, Vanya had come to her. Vanya was always observant, despite the neglect she suffered. Vanya had noticed how the Wisp wasn't out as much. The ethereal glow around her sister was dimmer, darker, it was less like a warm candle and more like the pilot light on a stove or a heater. A deeper, almost blue core to it. Blue as if tainted with her melancholy. And when the Wisp was out, usually in training or at their father's insistence, it was less of vibrant sunshine at high noon or a beautiful yet powerful sunrise. But more harsh like a wildfire flame at night. They had talked, cried, and missed their brother. Vanya gave her sister a sad smile the following day at breakfast. Happy that her sister's glow had warm colors back in it, but it still lacked some of the vibrancy it once had.

The blue tinge returned and deepened after Ben died. The Wisp was now a being of blue light that clung to her as the loss clung to her soul. People found it eerie and ghost-like, a more authentic Will o’ the Wisp. But when she took it over, the Wisp was more like a vengeful house fire than a being of sunlight. It was unsettling. Sir Reginald had insisted she cease it at once. So she would will it to be different at times, but it always looked off. She would think more of the ghost light stories, the darker ones. The witch lights, or even luz mala or La Candileja. Maybe those were more accurate these days, a bad omen.

When the Umbrella Academy drifted apart, she had moved to a small rental home in the suburbs. She found work in a local shop. Somewhere her glowing companion wouldn't bother anyone.

Klaus would drop by when he had nowhere to crash or needed general necessities. She would check in with Vanya and Pogo every week or so, but it was mostly solitary existence. After Vanya's book was published, she would catch her neighbors staring. They would keep their distance. Although a nice older woman named Joan who lived down the street would often stop by on walks with her dog. She was a fan of Allison's movies and was always happy to hear the stories the book didn't tell. She was the only person that didn't seem to think that her powers made her weird. Or at least she didn't think they were weird in a bad way.

But it all changed when she was notified about the death of Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

#The Umbrella Academy x reader #tua x reader #Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader #Female!Reader #Diego Hargreeves x Reader #Diego Hargreeves x Y/N #tw: mentions of death #tw: death #tw: canon disappearance #tw: canon deaths #tw: depression #tw: neglect #tw: anxiety

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appleflavoredkitkats · 3 years

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Who Are the Four Horsemen of the Dream SMP Apocalypse?

Art by: Viktor Vasnetsov

[TW’s: torture, death, murder, manipulation, alcohol, substance abuse, discussions about the end of the world, religion, starvation, violence, implied gambling, blood, alcoholism]

Word Count: 3.5k

INTRODUCTION

Hopefully I finish this before I feel too sleep-deprived, but I’ve been thinking about the presence of horsemen in Quackity’s “My Enemies” stream. These mysterious, hooded figures are quite odd to say the least, and their involvement with Las Nevadas still remains unknown. There has been a debate on whether there were three horsemen or four, and in my opinion, I believe that there are four horsemen present.

Why four? In the first scene, three horsemen arrive at the Dream SMP on a dark and stormy night. They seem to have come from the south, entering Eret’s castle from the back. As they stop to pull their Netherite swords out, air raid sirens are heard from the distance.

Similarly, in the last scene, Quackity is seen placing a book in Wilbur’s memorial before leaving, riding his skeleton horse, Ossium. The scene cuts from first person POV to third, and we see a hooded figure, presumably Quackity because of how both came from the same direction. Additionally, air raid sirens are also heard from a distance.

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I theorize that these two scenes take place at the same time. The prequel scenes only began after we see the sequence of Quackity torturing Dream, and it ends after the flashbacks of Wilbur. We can synthesize that both these scenes are set at the same time, and that these horsemen are going to meet at a certain point on the prime path.

What may suggest that these four horsemen are supposed to be parallels to the biblical four horsemen?

Firstly, seeing the bits they do, Quackity and Schlatt do know a lot of biblical references. Schlatt has compared Tubbo to Jesus once, and Quackity has said many prayers as jokes in the Dream SMP. It’s just… easy to take inspiration from biblical symbols and references, and also, the four horsemen are just very popular figures in history, so you know, why not?

Also, this may also sound RIDICULOUS, but the fact that this stream establishes that Tommy got resurrected three days after he got killed is actually very reminiscent of, well, you guessed it, Jesus Christ. 72 hours is oddly specific, and I don’t think the cc’s made it that way for no reason. Tommy’s parallels to Jesus—which is a VERY funny phrase—could imply that the Dream SMP might draw more parallels to Christianity, and the four horsemen could be another one of these references.

Also, Quackity mentioned how in Las Nevadas, he made four casinos for him and the rest of El Rapids. So, we know four is a number we can associate with Las Nevadas, and there’s a chance Quackity gave these casinos to three other people. Four casinos, four horsemen.

What is the purpose of the four horsemen in the Dream SMP? When the air raid sirens went off, we can think of these four horsemen as the bringer of chaos or danger into the Dream SMP, very reminiscent of the purpose of the original four horsemen in Christianity. We can also connect it to the end of the world, as these four only appear when the world begins to end. This can imply that these four, who are most likely allies of Quackity in Las Nevadas, are somewhat connected to how the Dream SMP will end.

Now, who is who? Admittedly, it is difficult to find a definitive answer on which member represents what horseman, so I’ll try my best considering all the possibilities for each. I’ll add my own ranks on how probable I think they are, but I have to specify that these are subjective- I am not a beacon of truth, y’all.

So let’s get started.

Firstly, I want to discuss who might NOT be a horseman to narrow it down a bit:

Any minors might not be involved. In Sam’s face reveal stream, aka the first stream mentioning Las Nevadas, Quackity and Sam agree they don’t want Tubbo and Tommy to participate in underage gambling. Don’t know if this applies to Ranboo and Fundy (since he might be canonically a child? Who knows), so they get more of a pass, but the clingy duo might not.

The Syndicate. I’d like to think that the Syndicate, as well as Dream, are Quackity’s main foils of the server. As they are the richest and also the most skilled in PVP, Quackity stands no chance against them even with his sharp tongue. As these people are foils against Quackity, and also probably hate his guts, Quackity might not hire them at Las Nevadas. I theorize he’d probably use Dream as a watchdog against the Syndicate, but that’s a theory for another time.

Additional point about Dream: he’s in prison.

Anyone from Kinoko Kingdom because it’s clear Quackity severed all ties with them.

The Eggpire is half-half. They can possibly join, but also can’t, Quackity can manipulate them into joining only for their inevitable demise, or Quackity wouldn’t wanna associate with them after the explosion incident. They’ll at least get a few passes in some categories, but again, not entirely sure.

CONQUEST

Also known as Plague, Pestilence, and in some occasions, both Jesus Christ and the Antichrist, Conquest is shown to be riding on a white horse, donning a victor’s crown and a bow. There are many interpretations of Conquest, especially with their ambiguous morality. Some people can perceive them as bad, representing the origin of many wars. Some people claim that they represent pestilence and plague as their arrows are slathered with the infections they want to spread. In some cases, they can also be interpreted as good, as their description is heavily reminiscent of Jesus Christ himself. Others would rebut that there is also a possibility that they might be a fake replica of Jesus created by Satan, thus making them the antichrist.

Sam (8/10)

Sam is my first choice when it comes to Conquest because, firstly, he fits the appearance. He is one of the only people in the Dream SMP who dons a crown, and they also possess a bow which they frequently use. I’d say that Sam as Conquest matches with his ambitions as a member of the Badlands, Pestilence or Plague match with his possible crimson infection, and Antichrist matches with his inability to keep Tommy, the possible Jesus figure on the SMP, alive or safe.

My only issue is: would Sam be one of the three who arrived at the Dream SMP in the beginning? Sam is very strict with his job as warden, so it is unlikely that he would be seen far from it.

Any of the Eggpire (7/10)

As Conquest is heavily depicted with pestilence or plague, any of the Eggpire may fit under this category. As their goal as the Eggpire is meant to conquer the Dream SMP, this also matches with the goal of Conquest. Additionally, one of the Egg’s weaknesses is Church Prime, something heavily resembling Christianity, so if the Egg is its opposite, we can view the Egg as somewhat of an antichrist.

I say Punz, Bad, Ponk, and Hannah have a higher chance of being Conquest, while Ant is a solid ‘maybe’. Punz could’ve been the one who blew up the Egg, Bad can be easily persuaded by Quackity, Ponk is one of the only capitalists of the server that may participate in Las Nevadas, and Hannah’s character heavily fits the theme of pestilence when it comes to nature. Additionally, I like to believe that Conquest was the horseman on the skeleton horse (that isn’t Quackity’s), especially since they were holding a dandelion in one shot, something that could be attributed to “pestilence” because a dandelion is a weed. This may imply that Hannah could be part, but because they haven’t interacted much beforehand, we wouldn’t be sure. More insight on Punz: he once mentioned he upholds his duties as mercenary more than he might love the Egg, so there’s a chance Quackity bribed him to join Las Nevadas.

The main con to this is that: why would the Eggpire willingly join Quackity, or why would the Egg allow them to join Quackity? I can see that Quackity might break their brainwashed states because he has a good way with words, but people like Bad, Ant, and Punz have stated that they’ve been fully controlled by the Egg. Also, Quackity makes it clear he wants to eradicate his enemies, so he might not want any members of the Eggpire to join Las Nevadas… unless there’s a traitor?

Schlatt, Mexican Dream, or Wilbur (6/10)

Heavily connected with winning if you take Manberg, Mexican L’Manberg, or L’Manberg into mind.

Wilbur also has a memorable crossbow, but I don’t know if that counts as a bow.

Any dead characters have a high chance of joining Las Nevadas because of its possible connections to death and the revival system of the SMP.

Other possibilities with short explanations and low but possible odds:

Eret: Has a crown, his betrayal can be seen as a “win”, has Tommy’s bow from the duel. Can be seen as an antichrist figure.

Jack: As he is against Tommy, he can be seen as an antichrist figure. Might be working with Las Nevadas because of his deal with Quackity.

Ranboo: He’s a minor, but he also has a crown and a bow so, maybe? He’s not much of a conqueror or winner, though.

Connor: Didn’t really conquer much, didn’t really win much, he’s just here because of Schlatt, honestly.

WAR

War is depicted to be holding a raised sword as they ride atop a red horse. After conquest, war is expected to follow, and War is tasked to break any type of peace on earth. He is tasked to kill, or make humans kill each other. The prominence of red symbolizes bloodshed or immense anger, something very present in war. Multiple depictions of War show him with his sword raised upwards, signifying the start of a battle.

Schlatt (9/10)

The man’s literally torn the Dream SMP apart (/lh). This man is always keen on fulfilling his goals, and if it means he’ll have to fulfill them in the most twisted of ways, he will do it. Him winning the Election brought immense conflict in the Dream SMP, and many people were torn apart on which side was the right or wrong side. One of Schlatt’s prominent colors besides blue would be red, as it is the color of his tie and the color of his ghost form’s horns. Red could represent the bloodshed of those who died during the Manberg-Pogtopia conflict, or red can signify the anger Schlatt had for his own cabinet.

Schlatt was also gifted a sword by Dream called “Shclatt”. The sword only holds heavy significance because of how Fundy treasured it like an heirloom.

Wilbur (8/10)

Another good possibility too as Ghostbur was recently seen to admire red a lot more than blue in one of Tommy’s streams. We can also view the creation of L’Manberg as a place that broke the peace in the Dream SMP as they didn’t really NEED to create L’Manberg and declare war, yet, he did. Red can also resemble his anger for what has been done to L’Manberg- everything is pretty self-explanatory, honestly.

My only qualm with Wilbur being one of the horsemen is how we can’t really… tell if he’s in the Dream SMP? He seems to be very clear on the fact that he does NOT want to return, so he might not even be there when the four horsemen became a thing.

Any of the Eggpire (7/10)

Honestly? Same reasoning as the first explanation for the Eggpire. This also applies for why they might not be one of the horsemen.

Do I even need to explain the red part, or do we just all understand that red is literally their brand.

The Eggpire practically breaks peace in the server and is keen on taking control of the entirety of the Dream SMP. The Egg is shown to be ruthless towards anyone, and will even let some of its followers kill people if needed.

I see Bad as someone who might qualify for this position more because he initiates a lot of the activity in the Eggpire. Same goes for Ant, Punz, and Ponk, but they don’t really take initiative most of the time.

Jack Manifold (4/10)

The only reason I kind of added him here was that he wanted to kill Tommy, but Jack isn’t entirely selfish or peace-breaking. I do think he might play a role in Las Nevadas, especially since if Quackity has access to the nukes, only Jack and Ranboo might be the only two who helped him gain access.

Jack is also… very angry at Tommy. Rightfully so, because he basically surrounded a good portion of his life trying to kill Tommy only for him to realize that that might not be his purpose in life. He blames Tommy for a lot of the loss in the server, so he has a lot of anger, but he has no one to vent it all out to.

Other possibilities with short explanations and low but possible odds:

Eret: Did the first betrayal, but that’s about it. He’s also participated in several wars against others who disagreed with him being the king.

Ranboo: Participated in wars, but is a peacemaker so, y’know.

Fundy: While he does possess Schlatt’s sword, he isn’t much of an initiator of wars as much as he is merely a follower. He has shown that he is quite angry at those who have used him, but the anger has dissipated lately into some sort of sadness/denial.

Connor: He’s mournful that Schlatt, a close friend, has died, but he isn’t really one to be angry. He tried living far away to make his own independent nation, but it didn’t impact much of the story. He also one possessed “Ghostbur’s Stabbing Knife”, which could represent the sword.

FAMINE

Famine is seen to be holding a scale (presumably for food) as they ride atop a horse. Famine is also denoted to be the only one speaking, saying “A quart of wheat for a denarius! And three quarts of barley for a denarius! But don’t ruin the oil and the wine!”. This statement basically means that we have to pay a full day’s worth of earnings for a bit of wheat and barley but oil and the wine, something not considered human necessities, can have the same prices. This shows an unfairness when it comes to acquiring basic human necessities. This is especially damaging to the poor as Famine’s statement can possibly make the poor poorer, while the rich remain the same. It is implied that the wider the gap between the poor and the rich, the closer we are to the end of the world.

Fundy (9/10)

This may be a long answer because I am biased towards Fundy, but Niki once stated that Manberg was in some sort of a famine because of the destruction of farms. Because of this, certain citizens have resorted into eating spider eyes from the EXP farm, but it was notable that she was practically calling out Fundy, someone who literally advertised spider eyes to any person he talked to in the Dream SMP.

Fundy is also hinted to be heavily connected to these hooded figures somehow. In his dream, he was chased by one until he slept in a black bed, the color of Famine.

Additionally, in his dream, he held baked potatoes (food) which could be related…? He’s also a libra so… scales…?

He is also a notorious prankster in the Dream SMP and will bargain for anything as long as he profits from it. He’s not the richest by any means, but he loves doing pranks that involve stealing belongings from other people.

Schlatt (8/10)

Similar reason to Fundy as he was the president of Manberg responsible for these famines. Additional note for this is that he also taxed Niki, one of their only food sources in Manberg.

Schlatt also likes to joke around about being rich, earning money, or being a businessman often, especially with the entire Schlatt coin joke. Connected to Famine’s trait of making the rich richer, possibly?

Famine’s statement can also apply here as it is implied that if humanity doesn’t possess the basic of necessities, they might at least have wine which won’t provide any solutions to humanity’s starvation at all, but it will distract you from your starvation by making you heavily drunk until you finally die. This is very reminiscent of how Schlatt died.

Sam (6/10)

Sam is one of the richest people on the server, matching Famine’s want to keep the rich rich. Only problem here is that Sam is at least very generous and provides a lot of people with resources when needed.

Sam could possibly be connected to Famine because of how he treats Dream in prison. In an attempt to torture Dream, he starves him, cutting his food supply.

Same problem remains with Sam not being able to join whatever the hell the four horsemen are because of his duties as warden.

Any of the Syndicate (1/10)

Only giving an exception here because the Syndicate is exceptionally rich and is more selfish about it than others. Low chances, but Ranboo… might? But it’s still a bit iffy for me. Niki might as well because of her connections to the Manbergian famine, but still on the fence with this one too.

DEATH

Death is often depicted riding a pale horse, but some variations have called the horse light green. Death does not don a weapon themselves, but they are always accompanied by Hades. Hades in Christianity is the place or state of the departed spirits, meaning Death has contact with those who have died. Sometimes, Death is depicted with a scythe similar to the Grim Reaper, but some say Death has no weapon at all as Death themself is the weapon. Death is not only meant to collect souls and end lives, but they can also represent the end of an era of humanity.

Quackity (10/10)

I would say Quackity can fit any other category, but I am so sure that Quackity is death because of how death and toying with death seems to be one of Quackity’s main themes in the Dream SMP. Quackity, once hesitant about killing others, has been shown to now impulsively want to kill others: first with Techno, then Ranboo, then Dream.

Quackity will also most likely acquire information about revival on the Dream SMP, so he is in close proximity with Hades, or in the Dream SMP, the Void. This also heavily ties in with the idea that he will make others gamble away their canon lives only for him to resurrect or return their canon lives if they ever successfully gamble it back.

Quackity is also known to be very powerless in terms of PVP and battle, but you know what he succeeds in? His own words. He is his own weapon that can get him whatever he wants as long as the person he’s up against is in a vulnerable position.

He is also confirmed to be one to have a skeleton horse, and some depictions of Death’s horse show that it is very corpse-like.

A bloody scythe can also be seen in Quackity’s first lore teaser, and that can be attributed to Death.

Other possibilities with short explanations and low but possible odds:

Schlatt: First owned the revival book but he literally does not know its contents. Fits the “they are their own weapon” trait.

Dream: The only exception I can give. But again, he is literally in prison…?

Wilbur & Mexican Dream: Only putting these two here because they have experienced death. These two fit the “they are their own weapon” category too.

Connor: Wants to revive Schlatt, but that’s it.

CONCLUSION

Honestly, my first conclusion for the four horsemen were Sam/Conquest, Schlatt/War, Fundy/Famine, and Quackity/Death, but I only see Quackity as Death to be something that is HIGHLY possible. For Conquest, I shift between Sam and one of the Eggpire, for War, I shift between Wilbur and Schlatt, and for Famine, I shift between Fundy and Schlatt. Again, no definitive answer, but I’d love to hear your own thoughts on this.

I am very tired, but also remember to reblog if you do enjoy this! Again, would love to hear your own insights, and would appreciate any type of discussion! :D

#dream smp #dream smp analysis #mcyt #quackity #fundy #wilbur soot #jschlatt #connoreatspants #badboyhalo #long post

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mercy-misrule · 2 years

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finished prince lestat!

verdict: that's a big ol hmmmm sure okfrom me, gang.

its supposed to be a soft reboot of the series and it is that in some aspects.

so many new characters added that i cannot care about. hell, a bunch of old characters who are basically there as filler.

i understand that it was for scope but it bogs down what little story there is. it is not a complex plot lmao.

i really didn't care for Rose and Viktor. They just didn't do anything for me as concepts, let alone as characters.

i did like the return to not having lestat as sole pov. that was a nice touch.

its definitely the least obnoxious lestat has been for a few books.

Anne's back at it again with her weird shit about skin colour. i haaaaaaate the 'as the vampire ages they lose melanin' thing. its colourist bullshit. its bad world building. it always has been. its awkward and clumsy in the books and reflects really badly irl.

god i hope any adaptation skips over it.

i enjoyed reading it more than i have any other vamp chron book since qotd, that's for sure. i didn't feel pulled down into eye rollng misery.

me, the big Louis fan: loved the ending for Louis.

well, to be specific, loved that for the first time ever Louis feels a deep sense of connection, that he can put down his catholic guilt but still remain true to himself.

that was a lovely piece of character work.

i have some more issues but i don't want to be too pedantic about a book that i mostly enjoyed.

id give it a 6 out of 10, which is high for a vc novel, considering aside from the firstll three, id give them an average rating of 3.5

welcome to my vampire chronicles post. the thing you need to know is: this series is a dumpster fire

#prince lestat #vampire chronicles #vamp chron

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fanfiction-funtime · 3 years

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IM SORRY IVE BEEN SLACKING ON HYPING YOU UP

Anyway I’m reading through the Things ™ and wow

Can I request something? There’s an idea I’ve been pondering for a bit. You know already who I’ll ask for, I’m guessing.

What if the reader fell for Xiao in Genshin, in a state where they constantly daydream about him. Rather than working on scenarios and scenes, it happens in real time.

Meanwhile, in another universe, Xiao in a modern setting has fallen for a Genshin character- the reader. He daydreams about them in the same manner.

To the reader, their Xiao is a guardian yaksha, Golden adeptus, and doombane itself.

To Xiao, his (y/n) is something just as exalted. I tend to use a seelie, since they’re an immortal race of ancient and now weak gods.

What they both don’t know is that they’re actually meeting in those daydreams. It’s not just imagination and the longing for company, but an actual relationship with another person.

Bonus points if it’s some sort of soulmate au and they physically can’t find each other and eventually realize it.

I’ve never told anyone about this before, and I’m excited to see what you do with it! I might work with it one day, just not yet.

(Hoo boy, this will be tough, but I'm sure I can do it! Xiao might be a bit ooc as I'm getting his personality from wiki and fanon, as well as modern au [hopefully] gives him less trauma and a slightly different personality.)

(Also, I can't do sad endings. So a bit of deus ex OC at the 3rd part)

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Your game

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Your pov: the dream eater of your dreams

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You are (y/n)(l/n), and you are in the saddest love story this side of the lake.

Ever since you saw him in that first quest you were in love!

You were just a teen though, so it wasn't real right? After all, your red string wasn't connected to the screen.

Well, your string isn't connected to anything...

Y-your just a late bloomer though right?

(Ten years later)

Your now in your twenties and you still love Xiao!

He permeates your thoughts like how lovers do, you feel an inexplicable hurt in your chest similar to what many describe feeling when they see their soulmate prior to their string appearing, not to mention whenever you aren't busy you feel like you're...slipping...in...in and...

[Daydream]

It was happening again.

It was like a daydream but more...real.

Like a lucid dream.

You saw your string, just like so many other times, and you followed it.

You ran and ran, turquoise clouds parting and making paths for you to find him.

Him..

You ran and ran, glad that atleast in some way your delusions can give you some semblance of true love.

You saw the..wait..that's not the inn.

Well it is the inn, but more modern. And there was a school next to it, and a small village not far away.

Another of thing was that you were in some kind of yellow armor, it reminded you of those baby geovisnaps from genshin impact(that are absolutely BULL-)

You went into the elevator, which seemed more ancient than usual.

And when you reached the balcony, you saw him. But he was different.

Instead of the Yaksha you usually saw, you were greeted by an equally shocked man in a martial arts gi. But it was him.

But different.

You reached out, and he did the same.

And you touched

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Xiao's pov: the midsummer knight of his dreams

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(Clarifying: in this version Liyue is based on European mythology and aesthetic while Mondstadt is based on Chinese. So you are a fae hunting knight rather than a demon hunting yaksha)

Xiao had always been reserved, but what happened to him as a kid drew him further into his shell.

Abusive parents, accidentally giving his sister trauma induced amnesia, he felt the weight of his actions like atlas feels the world on his shoulders.

Luckily, two people took him and his sister QiQi in: QiQi's doctor Baizhu, and Xiao's therapist(and Baizhu's husband) Morax.

It was difficult to come out, even after Xiao stopped feeling so at fault. So he mostly stayed in his room and played video games.

That is until he met you.

Well met is the wrong word here.

He saw your character in his world's version of genshin impact: tribunal eruption

The way you used your weapon, the way your armor shined in the night as you rode to his wanderer. The smile you gave as he handed you (favourite food).

But most of all, the way you used fighting styles from so many martial arts and hand to hand combat techniques.

From irish kickboxing to karate, from assassination arts in ancient history of japan to systema.

It awoken two things in him: first was his want to learn martial arts and make his own.

The second was his love for you.

But don't worry, your physical attributes only drew him in. Your personality made him stay.

Years went on, he became a martial arts instructor for his own style, and moved into an apartment near a small village.

He started teaching at a school nearby, he even gets a discount on rent for giving free lessons to the owner's sons, Ivan and Viktor.

He's also convinced those two have a crush on him but it's pointless.

After all, he was a dream eater, a common group of people who have a strange ability to find their soulmate.

Specifically, the ability to have "lucid daydreams" where they meet their soulmate.

But he must be defective. After all his soulmate kept appearing as...well you. As a knight that would meet him on the balcony every night.

He assumed maybe it was your voice actor or designer, but neither of them have had the lucid daydreams.

He began thinking he'd never find his soulmate

Until one daydream...

He was on the balcony again, like a prince awaiting his knight to rescue him.

But it was different.

The apartment complex he lived in now looked much smaller, as did the tree it was built around, and the building looked far more ancient in design yet so much younger in age.

And the village and school nearby aren't there anymore.

Oddest change of all is that his gi he was wearing just a second ago is now similar to the outfit warn by the mondstadt demon slayer Corps

And when you arrived at the balcony, he noticed a red string, one that connected your heart to his. But you weren't wearing your armor, you were wearing casual, modern clothes.

He knew it was stupid, after all you can't touch your soulmate in the daydreams. But he felt compelled to....to reach out and..

You touched him.

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nothing never comes between you, and nobody helps you get together

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(3rd person pov)

He really did find it annoying, how often mortals would find themselves in the wrong dimension, especially when it's because the writer wants drama. And now he's written in to solve the problem.

Ah well, it's his job.

(2nd person pov)

You didn't know how to feel. You were touching Xiao...and you weren't waking up. Was this...real?

"You... you're real...different but....still the person I love...." Xiao seemed to be equally in a trance at the prospect

"yeah...so are you..."

The armor you wore melted away, and you cant see it but Xiao's fictional clothes melted from him as well. You were both equally real, in your own reality.

But you knew it couldn't last.

"When the daydream ends, I wont be able to see you anymore," Xiao said with a sea of tears in his eyes, "We've actually met now...and now...now the dreams will end."

You lean into him, "then let's make this dream the best one we've ever had."

Your about to kiss when-

"Terribly sorry about this!" A childlike voice called, "you know, interrupting your moment and all that. See for the sake of narrative, you both were put in separate universes. And it's my job to give you a happy ending."

When you both looked, you saw a child made of bone climbing into reality from some kind of hole.

"Now just wait a moment aaannnd-"

The turquoise clouds cleared, and the world rippled into a conjoined reality between genshin impact and tribunal eruption.

"Welcome to your dream world, enjoy eternal love!" The child said as he crawled back into the hole and it closed.

When he was gone, you both observed the world around you: a beautiful mix of aesthetics surrounded you, and both your armor and his adeptus clothing were on you both.

You gazed into eachother's eyes.

He placed one hand on your cheek while another held your hand, "I'm not good with speaking..speaking my emotions..but I....maybe my actions can do that for me..."

You felt your red string radiate with the warmth of love, likewise Xiao felt his daydreams dissipate like a haze leaving his mind.

You grab his hand and place your free hand on his cheek, mirroring his love, as you always have.

"Xiao...your very existence tells me all I need to hear.."

You both leaned in, and kissed.

Two lovers, in a dream made reality,

A paradise for all eternity.

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I feel it kinda fell apart with the deus ex, but I think I scraped it back together in the end!

I hope it's good enough for what you envisioned buddy, I tried my best!

(Also I think you deserve something just as good as what happens to the reader insert in this fic, story)

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos (this is the writing blog for someone you told to tag you), and @storytravelled (just to keep the idea of tagging in mind))

#i will explain some choices in a reblog #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin #genshin impact #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader

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applesharonfiction · 3 years

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Random Jayvik fic update schedule!

A friend pointed out that I’m pretty bad about having any sort of regular schedule with updating my ongoing fics (mostly due to weird hours at my job) so here’s a list of what should be updated this weekend because planning...is a cool thing that people do and I’m trying to improve at it.

Also another quick reminder that although these are all included in the same Ao3 series, they aren’t all related to each other. That’s just a way to keep all of my Jayvik stuff in one place.

The Man in the Academy Hallway: This is shaping up to be about twelve total chapters (so two more rotations for each POV) Chapter Eight, “Strawberry” was posted today.

Heralds of Tomorrow: This is still a slow-burn monstrosity...whoops. The outlining is done but I still don’t know exactly how many chapters it will end up being. The next chapter will be posted tomorrow (finally) and the one after that sometime mid-next week. I’ve been really struggling with it so thank you to anyone who has continued to stick around for this.

I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature: Divorce-era murder mystery that I just started the other day! This is looking to be about six chapters in total and will tentatively update on Sunday.

The perfect spot to learn: Professor!Viktor, graduate student!Jayce AU fic. Not sure how long this one is going to be yet (it was an expansion of a one-shot I did for Jayvik week and I’m not sure what outline path I want to go down since I have two in mind). Will update next week.

As an aside, I’m always looking for quick prompts here just as a distraction or procrastination, haha. Thanks to anyone who read this and/or also reads any of my fics. I really appreciate it.

#jayvik fanfic #fic update #heralds of tomorrow

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winterspiderlover2704 · 3 years

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Just worked on this don’t know if it’s good but you know I’m kinda proud of it

Cedric was not one that could be angered easily. But tonight, he had nearly blew a gasket. When he had asked Cho Chang to be his date it was more of a ploy to try and get over his first ( and only) love... and to maybe get her a little jealous. But the tables were turned as soon as he saw who Viktor Krum had brought as his date. Viktor had brought Harriet Potter ( love of Cedric’s life) as his date with a smug smirk on his face when looking at Cedric. It took everything in Cedric not to demand answers from Krum and even more to not abandon Cho in favor of stealing Harriet. After glaring and hoping a hole would burn into Krum’s head, he turned his head slightly to take in Harriet’s appearance. She was naturally beautiful and did not care for makeup and other girly things. But seeing her dressed up for the Yule Ball absolutely took his breath away. She was dressed in emerald green gown that had made Slytherin girls green with envy and Slytherin boys drool and trip over themselves.

Gorgeous, could not begin to describe how she looked. One would wonder if Harriet had Veela lineage. Seeing her so beautiful but for another man made Cedric feel something twist painfully in his stomach and boil his blood. Through out the night he had made sure that Krum had made no advancements on his lioness. He hardly made an effort to pay attention to Cho. If he had he would of noticed her scowling at Harriet and trying to divert his attention back to her.

Viktor’s POV

It was quite amusing to see the foolish badger looking territorial. I had asked Harriet to the ball after finding her crying in a library secluded table. After coming to this foolish school, I could find that many of it’s residents were just downright frustrating to deal with. However, I had met Harriet and her friends. Her lot and her knew that I was just another person, so we had become quick friends. Harriet is the sister I always wanted so, seeing cry just made me so furious with Diggory. After the fist task a lot of people had begun to see that my darling little sister did not willingly enter her name but Diggory was still hesitant to come and apologize to her. She looked so sad that he had asked another girl to the ball that I just had to do something. Not to mention this was the perfect way to keep all unworthy boys away from my precious sister. After all despite what my sister thinks she is actually very desired through out the school. I was pulled out of my musings when I felt someone staring at me. I turned around to see stormy gray eyes of my fellow champion. I wanted to mess with him a little so I did what would probably rile any guy up. I put my arm around my honorary sister’s waist and whispered in her ear.

“ I would rather be playing some quidditch with you instead of this boring ball, after all you are probably the only one that could match my skill here.”, I saw from the corner of my eye Diggory tensing up and looked like he was going to stomp his way towards us If he hadn’t been held back by that infuriating girl, Cho Chang.

“ Same, I would rather be flying through the air than having my feet on my ground.”, Harriet had whispered back to me with a beaming smile on her face. That smile alone caused my heart to melt at how adorable she is. And from my field of vision it looked like I wasn’t the only one affected. Boys all over the hall were getting slapped upside their head for staring at Harriet. But the best reaction was Diggory‘s he looked absolutely transfixed on Harriet that he didn’t notice Cho huff at him with frustrated tears in her eyes. Ah, it is always a pleasure in giving people a taste of their own medicine.

Cedric’s POV:

It hurt so much to see her smile like that to another man. Despite being Hufflepuff’s poster boy, I am still a man ( that happens to be a little possessive when it comes to my lioness). I know I broke up with Harriet but I wasn’t thinking clearly and was hurt when I heard all the rumors going around school. I should have known better but I wanted this chance to prove that I was good enough to be her first and only boyfriend. But seeing her so friendly with the Viktor Krum made me wonder if I was really worth being her only boyfriend — no, I refuse. I am going to prove that I am worthy of loving her. I just need to prove to her that she is the only one for me and that I would only ever truly love her. But I already messed up by bring Cho, maybe I could just leave early and tell Cho that we should just be friends. Hufflepuff reputation of being kind aside, I just wanted my fierce lioness back and hopefully she still wants her ridiculous badger. I turned to face Cho to get it over with because a second more of seeing Krum whispering and giggling with my lioness is starting to cause me to see red and not the good kind like Harriet’s quidditch uniform. As I turned to look at Cho for the fist time since I saw Harriet enter the hallway on Krum’s arm and I see a weird look in her eye, better get this over with, NOW.

Cho’s POV:

Cedric was finally looking at ME. Not that glorified Potter. I don’t get why all the boys seem to be fawning over her. She was pretty sure but usually Potter doesn’t even care to look presentable during school. Unlike me, in which I make sure that I look nothing less than 110%. So when Cedric took his eyes off his horrendous ex, I couldn’t contain my excitement.

“Hey... um... “, why was he being so awkward? Was he going to apologize for ignoring me or maybe even better ask me to be his new girlfriend, I know I would be much better at it than Potter.

Oh! I can already see our future together the wedding, the house and even our-

“I’m going to turn in Cho, I’m pretty tired. Thanks for being such a good friend —“. I couldn’t process anything my dear Cedric said after that.

He wasn’t going to ask me out?! But why?!?! I am literally the most perfect girl for him! It MUST be because he was still under that chit Potter lover spell. Oh my poor Cedric! Don’t worry darling, I will be there when you finally realize that I am truly the one for you. I looked up to see Cedric had an expected face, he was waiting for my response.

“ Don’t worry Cedric you just go back to your dorm and get some rest. Merlin knows you deserve it.” I said with a forced smile on my face. I watched him with concentrated eyes as he walked back to his dorm. Blasted Potter was still on Krum’s arm acting so innocent, if she’s innocent then Snape actually loves Gryffindor.

Draco’s POV:

Blasted Krum, how dare he just show up to my school and think he can have anybody he wants. Potter should be on my arm showing her how much better than Diggory I was. But instead she’s on the arm of that brute. She looked absolutely gorgeous and had a lot of the male population’s eyes on her through out the ball, it just made me want to scream and hex said male population for daring to look at her. I wanted to ask her to the ball since I knew Diggory had asked Cho but word got around that Potter had a mystery date and rejecting any and all invites. It had made me burn with rage that I had originally plotted to hex whoever her date was when they finally showed their stupid face. Seeing as her date turned out to be Krum threw my plan out the bloody window. Damned Krum, my father will hear about this.

#harry potter #harry x cedric #cedric diggory #viktor krum #cho chang #draco malfoy #Possessive Cedric #Protective Krum #Obsessed Cho Chang #Delusional Draco Malfoy #yule ball #fem!harry potter #Pseudo Brother Viktor Krum #Cho Chang bashing-ish #Protective Cedric #harry potter and the triwizard tournament #harry potter and the goblet of fire

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camelliacats · 3 years

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Counting Backwards (71-80/∞)

100-word drabbles for a range of ships. *Requests always welcome! Repeats allowed~*

Chapters 71-80: [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning

Pairings/Characters: Astoria Greengrass–Malfoy/Draco Malfoy, Draco/Rolf Scamander, Roxanne Weasley/Lorcan Scamander, Rolf/Hannah Abbott, Ginny Weasley/Roger Davies, Alicia Spinnet/Percy Weasley, Katie Bell/Bill Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks/Tom Riddle, Jr., Victoire Weasley/Viktor Krum, & Scabior/Fleur Delacour

Rating: K - light T

Words: 1,000 collectively

Additional info: romance, slash, angst, hurt/comfort, AU fic, Harry's era, Next Gen era, 2nd person POV, 3rd person POV

Summary: Because, actually, destruction is the most beautiful thing of all… These are the countdowns until everything falls apart. | Various pairings, eras, ratings, etc. Includes het, slash, femslash, cross-gen, next-gen, but nothing too bad. Read it all or only what you like!

71: AstoriaDraco

Yesterday he was as white as a sheet.

The day before that, he was annoyed and angered by every little movement in the house.

The day before that, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Before that, he threw a few things.

Before that, he was afraid that she would throw a few things at him.

Before even that and earlier than that, it was never any different. Draco simply couldn't control the horde of psychotic breaks that'd finally caught up with him after the war, breaks which endangered his family.

So Astoria took Scorpius and ran for their lives.

72: DracoRolf

He'd gone battier than Longbottom after being dropped from his wonky broom. At least, that's what Draco figured in his remaining years at Hogwarts as he fought less and less against Rolf Scamander trying to befriend him. Rolf was friendly and handsome and a bit loony (it rather made sense that he was close friends with Loony Lovegood, actually), but Draco couldn't shake wanting to let someone like Rolf into his life.

Still, it felt like a betrayal when Rolf fought on the wrong side during the final battle.

Longbottom could have his loon—so why couldn't Draco have his?

73: RoxanneLorcan

Roxanne's got a perfect life—no, really! She's got Lorcan to take care of her and let her do whatever she damn well pleases and, and—there are never any restrictions. She's been healing well since being burned down by Lily ages ago, and she asserts that she'll never burn again. The family's so proud of her, because Roxanne has turned out to be much more of a lady than any of them ever thought possible.

But Lily knows that Roxanne still sometimes plays with matches, and the hint of the scent of sulfur lingers in Roxie's lovely dark locks….

74: RolfHannah

"Hello."

"Hello again."

"You know that saying? 'If you've got nothing nice to say, come sit next to me'?"

"I don't think that's quite how it goes, Hannah."

"Yes, well, maybe just this once, please. … I'm sure you don't like it any more than I do."

"They're just friends, Neville and Luna. How many times have we had this discussion, Hannah?"

"Well, Rolf, as many times as they've gone out to 'catch up on recent times.'"

"We've got to stop meeting like this. I love my wife. Truly, I do."

"I take it you'll stop coming to the pub, then…"

75: GinnyRoger

That he wasn't Harry, she could handle.

That his Quidditch skills weren't great like hers, she could handle.

That he missed their first anniversary after a year of dating, she could handle.

That he missed the second and third because training ran late, she could handle.

That Roger insisted she should never be a Seeker because of her build and should only ever be a Chaser, she could handle.

That he wouldn't kiss her in front of friends and family, she could handle.

But there was no way in Azkaban that Ginny would date someone who wasn't a Harpies fan!

76: AliciaPercy

You tried being the pretty girl, once.

You tried the plucking of the eyebrows, the overdosing on Sleekeazy, the ritual waxing of your legs so they'd be smoother than when you shaved them, the practicing of walking in heels, the applying of makeup (which Angelina and Katie tried hard to teach you), the swishing in skirts and dresses, and the flicking of your wand so that each spell produced lady-like sparkles and could always be called "elegant."

That wasn't enough to hold Percy's attention, though, because he would rather marry his work if it turned into a beautiful witch, Alicia.

77: KatieBill

Katie really hated the men in her life. To them, she was always a replacement, a backup, or a stand-in. She never came first for them.

Well, she was only referencing Oliver and Bill. Oliver had been with her for ages before calling it quits and then finding something special with Gabrielle.

Actually, wasn't Bill worse? He'd already been married to Fleur by the time Katie arrived on the scene, hair disheveled, makeup messy, and wand missing (she'd probably forgotten it at home again).

Katie couldn't be perfect like the Delacour sisters, and she wished she could stop drawing comparisons.

78: TonksTomJr

Her mother had always told her not to worry about what other people thought about her. That was easier said than done. Tonks could get by, because she was a tough girl. She could fight Mad-Eye's annoying use of "Nymphadora" to scold her and she could ignore Remus' ignorance of her feelings. But it was hard to be on the look-out for the Dark Lord when she was so distracted by her topsy-turvy life.

Still, the handsome man Tom whom she kept running into seemed to find her almost too enthralling, so she swore never to run into him again.

79: VictoireViktor

It was a TERRIBLE idea. And it needs all caps to get her point across.

Victoire wondered how she could've been immune to this before, because her parents' generation came with a slew of handsome faces that hung around the various Weasley–Potter homes. But why now, of all times? And why Victoire? And why Viktor, who was a guy who was handsome in only the right light?

Ah, she figured when they attended one of Louis' early Cannons matches so Viktor could give her brother tips. It's nothing but a friendly crush I can quash… So she gave up.

80: ScabiorFleur

She was caught.

She was his.

After all this time spent around half-breeds like Greyback, it was finally nice to enjoy the company of a half-breed like Fleur Delacour.

He eyed the Snatchers' hostage carefully. Fleur really was a pretty thing. She almost made Scabior believe that half-breeds could be something special, that—perhaps with her touch—he could be something more, too, since he was a half-blood and that was almost as bad to him…

But the fun was gone, now that he had her. So he let her go, though he didn't know if he'd snatch her again.

Remarks for—

Ch71: For autumn midnights, as requested with the prompt "yesterday."

Ch73: B) So, this was mainly for me, because I got an idea to continue ch.44 a bit, so this just goes with that. I had the prompt "sulfur" in mind, along with the song "Summer Angel" by Minus the Bear. *asdfghjkl* PERF Roxlilu song, shyeah.

Ch78: To clarify: Voldemort here used magic to revert to his old self. So it's not really Tonks/Voldemort but Tonks/Tom Jr. Yeah. Hmm. My final thought was, "Ah! If only she had taken care of him then, then the war would never have been fought!"

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2021 note (regarding ch73): HA! Surprising this doesn't mention it as this came out in 2013, but in 2012 I did write the Roxlilu oneshot, "do the dance," and this drabble gives me a bit of the same vibe as that, altho this is more artistic and that oneshot is deffo a scorching, biting rollercoaster. :P (Also in general Minus the Bear is a great band, esp good listening for when writing angsty or sensual scenes! -w-)

And if you want to support Counting Backwards, please swing by its FFN and AO3 versions and consider liking and reblogging these posts on my HariPo fic tumblr!

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yoshiscribbles · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fleur Delacour/Viktor Krum Characters: Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, i mean they're not really enemies more like rivals i guess, Medical School AU, POV Fleur Delacour Summary:

Fleur meets a terrible miscreant before her first day of Healer school, and is livid when she realises that man is meant to be her partner for the rest of the year. Maybe first impressions aren't the best though, because as time passes it's hard to remember why she dislikes him so much.

This fills square T017 of my @hprarepairbingo card, which was a Prince and Me AU. Seeing as I have never seen the prince and me, a quick wiki search told me it's about a foreign prince who asked a girl to show him her boobs in a bar, only for her to realise that they go to the same med school or something. In here, Viktor is a Bulgarian prince who asked Fleur to teach him how to kiss in a bar and has been feeling mortified since instead. Fic under the cut!

This is the last time she’s going out with friends to celebrate the start of a semester, Fleur thinks as she stomps toward her apartment with that man's dumbfounded expression still lingering in her mind. She takes care nonetheless to be quiet as she opens the door to her room; after all, it is late and her roommate Aurélie does not deserve to bear the brunt of her ire. It seems her efforts have been in vain though, for the light turns out right as Fleur tiptoes to her room and Aurélie appears, standing near their shared dresser.

“Now what kind of trouble has my precious little flower gotten into this time?”

The sound of her native language when she's gotten used to hearing English all the time doesn’t help to lift Fleur mood, and she very pointedly doesn’t roll her eyes. They’re not even dating anymore, but the older girl still hasn’t given up on using that nickname for Fleur, and nothing seems likely to dissuade her at this point. (Fleur doesn’t feel fond of that nickname, she doesn’t. At all!)

“I’ll have you know that I avoided trouble today,” she says instead of protesting the nickname, which was undoubtedly Aurélie’s goal. She drop her purse on her bedside table and lets herself fall over the covers after. “I didn’t even punch that- that-“ Fleur looks for a word good enough to express her utter disdain, but eventually gives up. “That imbecilic slug of a boy!”

With a grunt of rage, Fleur turns over to punch her pillow, immediately feeling better. Maybe she can imagine it is that stranger's face she is punching, the way she had wanted to after he asked her to teach him how to kiss. She drops heavily on the bed, not even bothering to avoid the various clothes piled haphazardly on it.

“You’ve never punched anyone in your life Fleur,” Aurélie points out, the ever unwanted voice of wisdom. “You’d have hurt yourself as much as you’d have hurt him.”

“I’ve kicked plenty of people, and if you continue with your unwelcome commentary you’ll be the next,” Fleur grunts into her pillow instead of dignifying that with a calmer answer.

Fleur hears Aurélie laugh, and thus isn’t surprised to feel a dip in her bed before her friend’s fingers begin running through her hair. “See, this is why we broke up: you’re so violent, little flower.”

Fleur doesn’t protest the nickname only because she is too comfortable with her current position to jeopardise it by running her mouth. She’s proven right when Aurélie’s hands continue their motions. “And you should also focus your energy for more positive things, right? Your healer apprenticeship begins tomorrow and I know you’ll feel livid if you lose sleep and get there at anything less than your best because a stupid boy has you out of sorts.”

Aurélie’s words are right as usual, and Fleur is still level-headed enough to see the wisdom in them. She won’t lose sleep over this unfortunate event and hopefully she won’t have to see that boy ever again.

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Of course that uncouth cad is the one in the room when she arrives for her internship assessment the next day.

“Yes, we’ve met already,” Fleur says, with a deliberately cool smile at her fellow student when her supervisor asks, but a polite tone of voice. He might be a cad, but she at least knows how to be professional.

“Oh, but that won’t do,” the Healer interrupts them before the boy can answer. “Healing might be a profession that seems solitary at first glance, but a lot of collaboration is necessary to ensure the adequate running of an institute such as ours. Therefore, the student at your side will become your most trusted confidant and partner for the entire duration of this internship.”

Fleur isn’t certain what her face does, but the other student’s face seems to have frozen in a mask of dread and unease that she feels mirrors her own feelings. He glances at her then quickly looks away, and she huffs, resolving to ignore him as much as possible.

“Go on,” the Healer says again, a wide beaming smile on her face. It's almost aggressively cheerful, and Fleur wonders if she feels relieved at the thought of a good-natured supervisor or exhausted by her enthusiasm. “Introduce yourselves, I’ll start. I am Healer Desrosiers, I like learning and traveling, I dislike lateness and when my cat doesn’t kiss me goodbye before I go to work, and I am here because I would like to impart my knowledge onto the future generation.”

She then gestures towards the two students for them to speak. Fleur does leave ample time for the boy to talk should he wish to, but seeing as he persists in stony silence while avoiding her gaze, she takes charge.

"My name is Fleur Delacour, I like... reading and most people, although I dislike presumptuous people and uncouth behaviour." There she makes sure, not to look at the man at her side, but she's sure he can feel how pointed her words are. With a bit of luck, maybe he'll understand that she doesn't want any further interactions with him. "And I am here because I want to help people recover."

Her supervisor smiles encouragingly, and Fleur likes her already. This would be the perfect assignment, if only... The boy speaks at last, his voice milder and quieter than Fleur had expected. "Viktor Krum. I like sports and family. I dislike being alone."

It's an... abrupt interruption to say the least, and Fleur can't help but expect him to continue. He doesn't, simply staring at Healer Desrosiers, who soon decides to make them visit their new workplace.

Throughout the day and the following week, Fleur keeps observing Krum. She doesn’t know exactly what kind of man she’d expected him to be. Outgoing perhaps, maybe even arrogant considering the abysmal first impression he’d made on her. Instead Krum is just… there. He doesn’t seem to go out of his way to be asocial, but he never approaches anyone first, and doesn’t bring anything to a conversation unless asked either. It takes a few weeks for her to notice, but it really seems like she’s the only one he talks to on a regular basis, and even that is only because they’re partnered for most their work.

He really doesn’t seem to have any friends, and first impressions aside, Fleur doesn’t know how to feel about that. It’s kind of sad after all. He’s quiet as they follow Healer Desrosiers around the hospital, but he’s also serious and diligent, nothing like the man she met so many nights ago. At first, she thinks he’s trying to impress her with his change of attitude, and resolves to not let her guard down. She’s met too many two-faced liars who behave differently in public and in private after all, and won't let herself be tricked by another one...

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Working with Krum isn’t as much of a hassle as she expected it to be despite it all. As… uncouth as he’d been in that first meeting, his work ethic is irreproachable. In fact, if she didn’t have that first impression of him running through her head, she would probably find him as lovely as the rest of the staff seems to. It stings a little to see him so taciturn with her when she’s used to being a social butterfly with just about anyone else, but it doesn’t sting enough for her to take additional steps to solve the issue.

It is as she’s working on literature review, slugging through articles with more and more frustration as none of them even approach what she’s looking for that Fleur finally sees another side of him.

“What’s wrong?” Krum asks, and Fleur is too irritated by her research to even think about being irritated with him.

“None of these people knows how to write a good article,” she says, glaring at the book like she could telepathically set those researchers on fire with her mind. As predicted, nothing happens. Not even the thought of her father’s disappointed face at her behaviour will make her regret the attempt however. If they didn’t want people to curse their names, then they shouldn’t have written a misleading abstract.

“Which subject did you pick?” Krum asks again. Fleur turns to him. She hadn’t expected more than a commiserating groan, based on their previous interactions. He seems sincere though as he stands up from his desk to peer at her screen.

Fleur blinks quickly and focuses back on the text in an attempt to try and ignore how close he is to her. It’s a lost cause, for in that moment, the room seems cooler than usual and the heat of his body all too warm in comparison.

“The one about tissue substitutes. I’ve narrowed it down to a few materials, but I need to ensure none of them interact badly with potion ingredients, especially for internal organ linings. Of course, some of these articles are deliberately obtuse about their findings.” By the time she finishes her speech, Fleur’s irritation with those articles has overwritten her hyperawareness of Krum’s closeness.

He simply hums thoughtfully, and Fleur closes her eyes with a sigh as she realises that he probably doesn’t have anything of value to bring to the table. Not that she expected him to, after. It had been generous enough of him to offer a listening ear and she doesn't expect anything more.

“I think I remember reading someone’s research about that. It’s in Bulgarian, but I can translate it for you.”

Fleur is so stunned by the offer that it takes a few moments for it to register. “You what?” She turns to him, not even registering how close the two of them are in her haste to get answers. “But Bulgarian isn’t even within the scope of most translation spells! And this project is due in three days, you can’t possibly have time to do that on top of your own work.”

Fleur doesn’t know why she’s suddenly attempting to dissuade Krum from attempting to help her, but everything she’s said is accurate and there is simply no way what he’s suggesting is possible. Strangely enough, he looks away, the slightest hint of red on his cheeks.

“I’m Bulgarian,” he mutters in the collar of his shirt, so low that Fleur thinks she’s imagined it for a moment. “And I know a spell that bases itself on my own language knowledge as well, so it will work. And it’s no trouble; you’ll have it by tomorrow.”

Then, under her stunned gaze, he turns on his heels and goes right back to his desk. Fleur stares after him, almost wanting to push some more and get answers. But if he really is helping her, now is not the moment to risk antagonising him and risk losing the faint trace of hope that’s started rising in her chest.

The next day, she finds a book and its translated copy on her desk. Attached to it is a folded note, and Fleur opens it carefully.

Sorry for being rude at the bar, it reads simply. There's no signature, no further words, but Fleur doesn't doubt who it's from nor its sincerity. She chances a look at Krum's usual seat and isn't surprised to see it empty. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd appreciate effusive gratitude, but she wishes he was there for her to thank him at least.

Putting the note back on the desk, Fleur sits down to open the offered book. She'll have to do something nice for him in return.

#fleur delacour #viktor krum #fleur x viktor #hp fanfic #medical school au

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alecjmarsh · 6 years

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How I Make Story Mood Boards

Written by request!

First, here are some mood boards that I have made. I’m linking them so I can refer to them and give specific examples--I would advise having them open while you read.

Loud the Waves Roar | Winter Song | Yellow Rose | Tirsa

Before You Start

As soon as I start developing a story, I come up with a tag for it on tumblr. Sometimes it’s the name of the story, but if I don’t have a name, I call it “project—keyword.” That way I can save anything that might be relevant until I have enough of an idea about the story to start an aesthetic. Sometimes by the time I’m ready, there are some real gems there.

Finding images

This is really difficult and usually takes me a couple hours. I start by simply searching for anything that might be vaguely relevant to the story. For Yellow Rose, some of the terms I googled included: woman, 1930s film star, witch, witchcraft, dustbowl, storm, 1930s, cabin, gardening, farmer, field, vintage car, wolf, werewolf, guitar, musician, folk music, Bonnie & Clyde. Be creative with your terms, and scroll through a few pages of results.

Google tends to return a lot of stock photos, so I also use tumblr a lot, and should use pinterest more, but sometimes google image is good enough

Find actors who resemble your characters. Bonus points if the actors have been in movies set in a similar time period.

Remember that images can be cropped and filtered. If you only need a hands, try looking with terms like “gentleman” or “teacup” or “praying” or “shirt cuffs” or something that might have a hand doing something interesting in it.

Sometimes, finding the right image is a lot of work. The guitar image in Yellow Rose is one I found, cropped, and then put through like 6 Photoshop filters before I thought it looked sufficiently vintage (and I still don’t love it.)

Save everything you might use in a folder. You’ll be surprised what you end up keeping at the end. Each of the mood boards I linked has 25-30 images saved in the desktop folder.

Words (optional)

I like to put words on my aesthetics! For Yellow Rose, I took lyrics from a Laura Marling song. The album Semper Femina is basically the soundtrack for that story. I think for the Winter Song words, I searched “relationship” or “romance” on tumblr and scrolled until I found something I liked. I pick out words fairly early in the process because I need to know how much space they’ll take up.

While doing the layout, I also decide if the words should go over an existing image or on a solid colored background, which can take up space if you don’t have a lot of images, or put emphasis on the words if that’s what you want. That’s what I did in Tirsa’s mood board, since those words are so indicative of her journey.

Layout

I look at the images and pick out a couple that I know I have to have. That helps me decide how to arrange the other pieces, and then the other images usually get picked to fill in the gaps. You can see from my linked boards that I like playing with shapes.

There is nothing wrong with a standard set up! It’s non-distracting and lets you focus on the images instead.

Some classics are a 3x3 grid of square images or a 2x4 table of images that are wider than they are tall. Both are going to be automatically balanced and easy to read.

On tumblr, images placed side by side get automatically cropped into the same dimensions. This keeps things balanced along a vertical symmetry line (the same on the left and right). If you’re working in Canva, photoshop, or another photo processing app, you’ll have more options

Yellow Rose: For this I started with the concept of a 3x3 grid. The wolf and the herb pictures were square, and the photo of the girl was nearly square, so it made sense to crop everything else that way. Instead of doing a perfect grid, I decided to put the wide image in the middle because it really captured the feeling of the wide sky being swallowed up by dust clouds. It went in the middle to keep the top and bottom balanced. The top row is Florence, and the bottom row is Rosa, so each of the girls get the same amount of images.

Winter Song: Winter Song is primarily a romance, set against a political backdrop. I knew that Irina, as the POV character, had to be more prominent than Viktor in the layout, so I put her up top. I loved that image of Emmy Rossum and knew I had to have it, so I found two images with similar proportions to go on either side of it. This mood board also tells a story as it goes down. The top row is Irina as she arrives in St. Karlsburg. The words show the change in her life that catalyzes the story—meeting Viktor. Then there are two images to show the political unrest in the city. One is a riot of peasants and one is a marching army, but both show crowds in mirror images of each other. (It’s possible I flipped one of the images to create this effect). The bottom row shows her personal life—her writing, her lover, and the long conversations they have together over tea.

Cohesion

Now for all the fiddly bits that really make the post come together. To make it look like a single art piece and not some images pulled together from google, they need to look like they came from the same source. The first thing I do is crop the images super carefully. I do the cropping first because sometimes it turns out an image won’t fit in with the others once it is cropped.

I build my aesthetic posts directly in tumblr, which is kind of janky so I have to be careful. You don’t have to do this, but I like being able to click on each image and look at it separately.

Next is color. I think it’s important that every image have a similar color feel, or that certain images are intentionally bright for emphasis. I do this by playing with saturation sliders and filters in the default photo editing software on my PC.

Part of color cohesion should be in your mind from the beginning, so you pick images with lots of blues and greens (as in the case of Loud the Waves Roar) or something like that. It makes your life easier later.

Yellow Rose: Sometimes a color choice is genre motivated. Yellow Rose is entirely sepia toned because (1) it’s set during the dustbowl and (2) it’s a metaphor for Florence’s state of mind.

LTWR: Sometimes color is setting motivated. Loud the Waves Roar is much brighter than my usual mood boards, but medieval courts were just Like That, and also it is set in a country that is tied to the sea, and blues and greens help emphasize that.

Winter Song: Sometimes color is more symbolic. All of Winter Song is slightly desaturated because it’s set in a fantasy world based on the 1910s, but there is more variety. I desaturated the city street to make it sit right with the other two images in the top row—if it was too bright, it would draw the eye and look like the most important image. The pictures of the crowds are intentionally sepia toned to look like vintage photographs or newspaper clippings (Irina is a journalist). The bottom row, Viktor’s row, is more brightly colored both the draw the eye and to show that that is the main focus of the story.

Tirsa: Tirsa’s mood board is mostly reds (her hair/blood) and green (gives a botanical/medical feeling), so I desaturated the blue sky so as not to unbalance the rest of it.

I love mood boards that are mostly desaturated except for two images in similar color that create a balance and draw the eye. Not every image should be equally important, because that exhausts the eye. Pops of color, or text to break up the images, keeps the eye interested. There’s also some color theory that goes into this, as too many different colors can look garish or cluttered, so picking a couple complementary ones and desaturating the rest can be helpful. Go with what looks right.

Once everything is laid out, I try to walk away for a little bit and come back to it with fresh eyes. Do the pieces still fit together? Do the right images draw my eye? Do I understand the essence of the story? Do I like it?

If the answers to all these questions are yes, it’s time to post.

OH AND PLEASE CITE YOUR SOURCES!!!!

#aesthetic #mood board #writing #writeblr #writing adjacent

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ofviktor · 6 years

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my love is yours to hold (through every high & every low)

This is a companion piece to my previous prompt fic I posted last night. (So please read that first!) A lot of my friends (and others in the tags) screamed at me to write Viktor’s POV at a certain point. So I did.

Warning: This piece is just as angst-heavy as the first part. Please keep that in mind. There’s only roughly 10% fluff and it’s at the very end.

“I’m glad you decided to keep this place,” Ivan says as he sets down the last box in the living room. “You’ve always seemed more comfortable here.”

Viktor glances up from the box he’d begun to go through and gives his ex-husband a small smile. “Yeah, I am too.” He hesitates, chewing his bottom lip briefly to ease some of the anxiety in his chest. “Ivan, look, I’m—”

“I know you are.” Ivan interrupts. “And I am too, but we gave it our best shot. We can walk away from each other knowing that at least.”

Honestly, he isn’t sure what to do with that answer because their marriage is ending and he should be more upset about it than he is. So, did he genuinely try his hardest?

That nagging feeling in the back of his mind flares again and he does his best to ignore it as he stands and walks into the kitchen to make Ivan one last cup of tea before going their separate ways. He opens the cupboard to the right of the fridge and freezes when he sees a box of pomegranate green tea sitting there, unopened.

Oh.

Yuuri.

He forgot that Yuuri had left this when he moved out of the apartment. Was that honestly almost three years ago now? “Viktor? You alright?” Ivan asks from behind him and he flinches.

“Yeah, sorry just got lost in thought,” he says before grabbing the kettle, filling it with water and setting it on the stove. Ivan is kind enough to help him organize the boxes so they’re all in the right rooms and by the time they’re done with that the kettle goes off.

It should probably be awkward, Viktor thinks, but it’s not and he’s grateful for it. They’re leaning against the counter, mirrors of each other and Ivan shoots him a smile when he sets his empty cup down.

“I suppose I should let you unpack,” he says and this is it. This is the end of a chapter of his life and Viktor should feel sad about it but he doesn’t.

(It helps, that Ivan doesn’t look sad either. He’ll sleep a little easier tonight knowing he didn’t ruin this man’s life because he quietly asked for a divorce two months ago.)

Viktor sets down his half-empty cup and walks Ivan to the door and he knows it’s probably awful for him to feel relief but he does. Ivan gives him one last smile, the kind that used to make his heart feel a little lighter when he didn’t understand why it felt so heavy and he does his best to return it.

“I’ll see you around, Viktor,” Ivan says with his hand still on the doorknob. He turns slightly and for the first time Viktor can see a hint of sadness in the man’s green eyes. “I hope you can find that happiness you keep looking for.”

And then he’s gone, leaving Viktor standing alone in his apartment with a torrent of emotions swirling in his chest.

His first instinct is to call Yuuri but his thumb hovers over the call button. When Yuuri didn’t come back for his wedding or when the new season began (and he still can’t believe Yakov is agreeing to coach Yuuri through videos) he was angry.

But the memory of that night they went out to Yuuri’s favorite Japanese restaurant (“it’s not my favorite, it’s the only one within a twenty mile radius that’s actually authentic, Vitya!”) always washes it away.

“I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you and always will be even if you can’t remem—”

Viktor can’t breathe, can’t seem to do anything but stare in surprise at his friend because he had no idea, none at all but that nagging feeling returns and he wonders if he should have known this whole time.

“Please don’t get married,” Yuuri finishes brokenly and Viktor doesn’t understand why his heart feels like it’s cracking apart.

Viktor may not have hurt Ivan when he asked for a divorce. But he did hurt Yuuri when he decided to get married in the first place.

He presses the call button.

And just like every other time Viktor’s tried to reach Yuuri it rings and rings and rings until the only way he gets to hear Yuuri’s voice is voicemail greeting. The soft tones of Yuuri speaking in Japanese and then English wrap around his heart and Viktor closes his eyes until he hears the soft beep that signals he can begin his message.

He hangs up.

“Come home, please.”

. . .

Yura, of course, is the first to show up at his door after he’s moved back in. He’s only a couple centimeters shorter than Viktor now and he isn’t sure what to make of that. There are nearly two years of missing memories and it’s always amazed him when he reaches back how much Yura’s changed since he was thirteen.

The nearly twenty year old Yura, barges inside and prompt reminds Viktor that the more things change the more remains the same as well.

“At least take off your shoes before you put them on my coffee table, please,” he says brightly while he shuts the door.

There’s grumbling behind him but he hears twin thuds and a smile tugs at his lips when he sees Yura’s sock-clad feet carefully avoiding everything on the table. Viktor wisely keeps his comments to himself as he settles onto the opposite end of the couch and grabs his book while he waits for Yura to say what’s on his mind.

It doesn’t take long but what Yura says isn’t what Viktor expects in the slightest. “This place feels just like it did before you and Katsudon—”

Frustration churns in his chest when yet again, someone cuts themselves off when they’re talking about Yuuri, specifically him and Yuuri. It’s been so long since the accident that he isn’t sure why they hold back anymore, whatever they have to say won’t be overwhelming. Not anymore, not since he’s accepted the fact those memories are gone and likely aren’t coming back.

He keeps this to himself, however, and simply shoots Yura the kind of smile he used to give the press. “Well, I only moved back in yesterday so give me some more time.”

Yura shakes his head and picks up his phone to text Otabek most likely. “No amount of decorating will fix what’s wrong with this place, Viktor.”

There are so many questions bubbling up his throat but he keeps his mouth shut. He knows none of them will give him actual answers.

Instead, he directs the conversation to Yura’s programs for the upcoming season and five minutes in Yura’s his usual self, yelling about how he wants to beat Yuuri and Yuuri’s records and how Viktor needs to create a program that’ll be the most difficult one anyone has ever seen.

This, at least, temporarily distracts him from that nagging feeling that’s only gotten worse as time goes on.

. . .

“How is Yuuri doing?” Viktor asks, aiming for casual but Yakov gives him a look that tells him he’s failed spectacularly.

He shrugs, unbothered, and waits for Yakov to either answer him properly for once or brush the question off like he normally does. “He’s fine,” Yakov says and for a moment that’s all Viktor believes he’ll get. “His knees are giving him trouble here and there so he’s talking about retiring after Worlds.”

The next words out of his mouth surprise even him. “He hasn’t won five championships yet though.”

And Viktor knows he just said something that must come from his lost memories because Yakov stands a little straighter and searches for something in his expression. Viktor wishes that they’d tell him what they know because feeling this confusion is getting old.

In front of them, Yura falls on his third attempt at a quad lutz and everything feels both the same yet completely different.

And when Yura shouts and both of them after they suggest he start his cool-down exercises, Viktor makes a decision.

It’s one he should have made a long time ago and he only hopes it isn’t too late.

. . .

Viktor hasn’t searched his own name online in well over a decade and while the temptation had been there after he woke up with a gaping hole in his memory he figured his family and friends would mention anything important.

The first thing that comes up on YouTube proves how incredibly foolish that was of him to believe.

KATSUKI YUURI & VIKTOR NIKIFOROV PAIR SKATE EX GPF 2016

His breath freezes in his lungs when the thumbnail reveals Viktor wearing his Stammi Vicino costume but Yuuri’s wearing an identical one in blue.

The movies always made it seem like when someone’s memory returned, it happened in a bang, with a startled gasp and a flurry of tears, as emotions hit the character all at once.

This is not how Viktor Nikiforov remembers his missing year and a half.

In fact, Viktor doesn’t realize anything happened at all until his seventh rewatch of the video and as he watches himself pull Yuuri into the second lift of the program he finds himself reminiscing on how many times they fell practicing it in Hasetsu and how Yuuri had kissed the bruise on his hip until he was giggling and squirming instead of trying to ignore the pain.

The dramatic bang happens when his phone clatters to the floor as it slips from his grasp.

Yuuri.

“Oh my god.”

What has he done?

He… he asked Yuuri to leave and then proceeded to… to…

There is no Makkachin for him to press his face into her fur and cry like he’s done so many times in the past. Instead, he’s forced to confront his tears as he curls inward when he realizes how deeply he’s hurt the man he loves.

And he still loves him, of course he does, even with three years of memories after that awful, awful day. It makes sense now, why he could never be fully happy with Ivan because even while his memories were gone his heart remembered enough to hold him back.

He’s been such a fool.

The next day he’s in Moscow, on his parents’ doorstep ringing the bell until the finally open the door and when his mama looks at him her eyes widen. “Oh, Vitya,” she murmurs and pulls him into her arms.

“Why didn’t any of you say something?” he manages to say through his tears. “Why did you let me do that to Yuuri?”

Several minutes later, his papa sets a fresh cup of tea down in front of him and Viktor can’t bring himself to drink it because suddenly he can’t get that box of pomegranate green tea out of his head. Which leads him to think of Yuuri. Who’s in Japan right now because Viktor broke his heart until the only option he had was to run.

Yuuri who has no idea Viktor remembers.

“Vitya,” his papa says and he finally lifts his gaze up from the table. “Yuuri’s the one who asked all of us to not say anything.”

Hurt sears through his heart and he tries his best to stomp it out because he knows his pain is insignificant compared Yuuri’s. “I don’t understand,” he mumbles, looking back down at his cup of tea.

His mama reaches out to grab his hand and he feels guilty for waking them so early. “I think,” she begins, softly. “That he hoped you would fall in love with him again.”

A tear splashes into his tea and he feels as though he failed. Memories or not Viktor should have fallen in love with Yuuri over and over and over again because Yuuri is…

“Please don’t blame yourself,” his papa says, gentle and kind and he doesn’t deserve it. “I know Yuuri never did while he was here and I doubt that’s changed since he went back to Japan.”

It doesn’t make him feel better. Nothing will until he can see Yuuri again and apologize. He doesn’t expect anything to change but he needs Yuuri to know that if he could take back all the pain he’s caused he would in a heartbeat.

He stays with his parents for a few more days, tries to sift through the complicated ball of emotions lodged in his chest. Anger is the first thing he tackles because it’s the most destructive and he’s so, so tired of ruining his life - intentionally or not. What surprises him most is when he finds anger directed at Yuuri.

It’s ridiculous really, because while he imagines he wouldn’t ever leave Yuuri if their roles were switched, he knows that probably wouldn’t have been the case. But it still hurts, still makes him want to curl his fingers into a fist when he remembers how Yuuri didn’t even try to fight to stay by Viktor’s side after the accident, how he just quietly left to find his own place and leave Viktor to pick up the pieces of his life.

He knows it’s far more complicated than that.

After that, he tries to tackle the guilt. Tries to wade his way through three years of memories that used to be mundane but now stab him through the heart whenever he recalls Yuuri’s face. How did he miss it the first time? How did he miss the agony in Yuuri’s eyes when Viktor introduced him to Ivan for the first time?

“Have you called him yet?” his papa asks as they sit out on the porch and watch the sun creep over the horizon.

Viktor sips at his tea and tries to figure out a way to answer without losing the feeble grip he has on his emotions. “No,” he whispers. “There’s a couple things I need to do first before I go back to Hasetsu.”

His papa hums but doesn’t say anything further, which isn’t all that unexpected. None of them know how to handle this.

“I’ve texted though, hoping maybe…” he shakes his head and wills his eyes to remain dry. “I don’t know when I’ll be back when I leave.”

That, his papa acknowledges properly. And Viktor finds he can’t look away from the very eyes he inherited. He feels ten years old again, begging his parents to let him train under Yakov and his papa had given him this very look before agreeing and his life changing forever.

He gets the feeling it's about the change again.

“If that boy still loves you after everything, after all these years, you would be a fool if you came back,” his papa says. “Ivan was a good man, but he did not see you as a whole person with flaws that make you who you are. Yuuri always spoke of you fondly even when it was clear you were testing his patience.”

His heart tears itself apart in his chest with each word because the truth is always painful. Especially when it comes to love.

. . .

“Viktor?”

In hindsight, he probably should have text Ivan that they needed to talk before just showing up but the last week has been one long emotional rollercoaster so he doesn’t give himself too hard of a time.

He gives his ex-husband a weak smile. “Hey, sorry to just drop by but can we talk?” he asks and Ivan seems to gather his wits because he nods and opens the door a little wider.

The apartment is nearly unchanged, though Viktor can see all the empty spaces on the walls where pictures of their wedding and their lives together used to hang.

Shaking his head, he settles down onto the couch as Ivan closes the front door. “You look like shit. What happened?”

He laughs and it sounds bitter even to his own ears so he does his best to swallow his emotions down before Ivan calls in doctors to cart him away. (Not that he thinks Ivan would actually do such a thing but life is full of surprises it seems.)

“I came to apologize,” he begins and holds a hand up to stop the words on the tip of Ivan’s tongue. “Because I didn’t give our relationship my best shot and that’s my fault. And I hope you’ll be able to forgive me one day for that.”

Ivan’s brow dips further and further down into confusion until finally, he asks, “What?”

“I remembered,” he says. “I remembered that year and a half I was missing. And I was two months away from marrying Yuuri when it happened.”

Ivan doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink and Viktor does his best to keep still himself even though every cell in his body is screaming to fidget. When Ivan does finally speak it’s his turn to be surprised.

“He must hate me.”

Viktor isn’t sure what to make of Ivan’s reaction. He had walked into this once familiar apartment expecting Ivan to be upset, to look at him with nothing but betrayal in his eyes. It doesn’t matter that Viktor had no idea until a week ago that he was even engaged to Yuuri, even in love with him because somehow, he still should have known.

So, he shakes his head and blinks a few times to reassure himself he’s still awake. “What?”

Ivan looks at him and all Viktor can see is mortification. Which doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. “Yuuri. He must hate me. I would if I were him. If I hadn’t come along…”

He shakes his head and reaches out to rest a hand on Ivan’s shoulder. “No,” he says as firmly as he can. “Yuuri doesn’t. You know he isn’t like that.”

There’s silence for a few moments and Viktor wishes he had something to distract himself with as he waits for everything to sink in for Ivan. It must be difficult, to learn that your ex-husband was engaged to a man you considered to be a close friend.

“Why didn’t he say anything?”

Viktor flinches, he had hoped Ivan wouldn’t ask this particular question. “I’m not sure. Mama thinks it’s because he hoped I’d fall in love with him again without feeling like I had to because of what we were before.”

Ivan groans and rubs his hands down his face and Viktor wishes he could erase the guilt Ivan’s feeling. The only one between the three of them that should harbor that burden is himself. “Ivan don’t—”

“No, I’m going to feel guilty about this. A horrible thing happened to both of you and I stumbled into your lives and made it even worse. Unknowingly or not I still hurt Yuuri and ultimately you too.”

His papa was right, Ivan is a good man and Viktor didn’t deserve his kindness.

. . .

“I’m going to Japan.”

Yakov is thankfully already sitting down by the time Viktor barges into his office a few days later because he looks as though he would’ve stumbled in surprise.

It took some time to find the right coaches for the younger kids he’d taken over from Yakov a couple years ago and now all that’s left is well, this. “I remembered everything,” he continues and Yakov’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when he confesses. “And I need to tell Yuuri so I can apologize for what I did.”

Yakov sighs and this, at least, is familiar. Twenty years of memories where he’d spring new ideas or walk in with a sprained wrist to have Yakov do just what he’s doing now. It’s comforting and he lets that sink into his bones to help calm him down.

“You have nothing to apologize for and I can tell you right now Yuuri’s going to tell you the same thing when you get there.”

Viktor knows this, because that’s just who Yuuri is. And Viktor loves him for it. Loves him for his kindness, his beauty on and off the ice, and even though it upsets him that Yuuri’s selflessness caused Yuuri pain, he loves that too.

So, he shakes his head and lets his head rest on the back of his chair. “I know but I still need to apologize anyway.”

Yakov rolls his eyes and this tugs a small smile from Viktor’s lips and god, it feels good to smile like this again. He watches as his old coach shuffles some papers around on his desk and it hits Viktor at that moment how old they’re both getting.

“You know,” Yakov says. “I was going to ask you to take over Yura and Mila’s training after this season but I suppose you’ll be in Japan when that happens. Yura will probably follow you there but I should look for a new coach for Mila.”

“Yakov, I’m—”

“None of that boy,” Yakov interrupts, with that familiar gruff voice that always reminds Viktor of easier days. “You would be a fool if you didn’t go after him. And I know your father likely told you the same thing.”

He nods, afraid if he says more hope will bloom in his heart that Yuuri will sweep him into his arms and let him back into his life.

“I hope this time, life is kinder to you both.”

. . .

The front entrance to Yutopia slides open and there’s Yuuri and oh god, he’s still achingly beautiful and how could he have forgotten this feeling in his chest the swells and devours him. Part of him wishes he’d taken that later flight into Fukuoka so he would’ve arrived in the morning but…

He’s made Yuuri wait long enough.

Viktor had hoped, when he got here that he’d be able to keep his composure but the look on Yuuri’s face tears it away. He tries to take a step forward, but finds himself overwhelmed and all he can manage to say is, “Yuuri, I’m so sorry.”

It happens so quickly, Viktor doesn’t have any time to prepare. One moment he’s staring at Yuuri across the lawn, desperately wishing he could kiss Yuuri, and the next Yuuri’s wrapping him up into his arms.

That’s when he finally and truly breaks because he doesn’t deserve this. Yuuri keeps them from toppling over when Viktor can’t hold himself up anymore and he barely registers feeling the ground beneath his knees. None of that matters as he presses his face into the crook of Yuuri’s neck.

“Shh,” Yuuri murmurs against the crown of his head. “You’re okay. It’s going to be alright.”

And for the first time since he asked Ivan for the divorce, since he remembered everything, he honestly believes those words. Still, he finds himself shaking his head because it can’t be that simple, not after all the suffering Yuuri’s endured.

His lips brush against Yuuri’s neck and he remembers, abruptly, that he didn’t say the words yet. Didn’t tell Yuuri what he flew halfway around the world to say. His heart bangs against his chest when he finally, finally says, “I remember.”

Yuuri freezes immediately and he tenses too, afraid that Yuuri’s warm welcome will turn cold so he pulls away slowly before repeating himself. “I remember everything.”

It doesn’t surprise him that Yuuri starts to cry, even though he hates he’s the reason for the tears and he feels his own fall harder in response when Yuuri says, “You what?” like it’s impossible for the world to be kind to him.

Viktor’s never been the best at comforting Yuuri when he’s crying. He liked to think back before the accident that he’d been getting steadily better at it so he taps into those memories and hesitates for only a moment before he’s reaching up to cradle Yuuri’s face in his hands.

“I found our pair skate online,” he begins. “And I remembered everything the moment I saw you in your costume.”

He watches Yuuri’s eyes widen in disbelief and hope and before he can say more, Yuuri’s shifting upward and—

Oh.

Of all the ways he imagined their reunion going this was only reserved for his dreams, never reality but Yuuri’s kissing him like he never wants to stop and when he feels Yuuri’s hands on his hips there’s no doubt this is actually happening.

Yuuri pulls away and Viktor can barely make him out through the blur of his tears. “How can you still love me after everything I’ve done to you,” he whispers, broken and overwhelmed because he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve it at all.

But Yuuri seems to think otherwise and his breath catches in his throat when Yuuri grabs his hands and pulls them away from his face to kiss each knuckle. “I will never stop loving you, Viktor. No matter what.”

A sob claws its way up his throat and he chokes on it as he surges forward to kiss Yuuri because he has so much he needs to make up for and the only way he can think of to start is by kissing this beautiful man until the world falls away. If Yuuri will let him, Viktor will make sure every single moment for the rest of their lives Yuuri never feels like he’s lost Viktor’s love again.

He’s reluctant to pull away but he knows Yuuri wouldn’t appreciate him passing out but the moment he catches his breath enough he’s showering Yuuri’s cheeks and eyes and forehead with more kisses.

Until Yuuri murmurs, “I don’t want to wake up,” and his heart twists painfully.

“Oh, Yuuri,” he whispers. “You’re awake. This is real, I promise.”

Yuuri doesn’t say anything and it only breaks Viktor’s heart further that Yuuri’s gotten to the point that he believes only in his dreams will Viktor remember him. Where he can be loved like this. He sighs and pulls Yuuri closer. “You’ll believe me in the morning.”

They stay like this for a few more moments before finally untangling themselves. Yuuri helps him with his suitcases and he’s thankful they don’t manage to wake up any of Yuuri’s family. Though, he isn’t particularly eager to look Mama Hiroko in the eyes after what he’s done.

For now though, for now, they shut themselves into Yuuri’s bedroom and shove his suitcases in the corner.

The moonlight illuminates Yuuri when he turns and Viktor finds it impossible to breath when Yuuri reaches out and grips the hem of his t-shirt. It’s hard not to cry again when Yuuri undresses him and lets Viktor undress him in return but he manages to keep them to himself as they stand there soaking each other in.

His eyes flutter shut when Yuuri reaches up to brush back his bangs and his heart is torn between soaring with joy and sinking with guilt when he remembers the last time Yuuri did this. Before his heart can decide, he leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of Yuuri’s lips, glad that he can remember how much Yuuri loves it when he does this.

He’s rewarded with a soft sigh and the corners of his lips pull up into a smile. “We should sleep. We have a lot to talk about in the morning.”

Yuuri’s response is to lace their fingers together and pull him into bed. It takes them a few moments to figure out a comfortable position but when they do all of his exhaustion slams into him. “I love you, Yuuri,” he mumbles.

He’s half asleep when he feels Yuuri’s lips brush against his shoulder and his heart skips a beat when Yuuri says, “I love you, too.”

. . .

Viktor’s having a rather pleasant dream when a scream rips him awake. It takes a second to realize where he is and who screamed but the moment he does he’s sitting up. He’s reaching out to check Yuuri for any injuries on autopilot.

“Yuuri? Yuuri, are you okay? What’s wrong?” he says and it sounds frantic to his own ears but he doesn’t care because Yuuri wouldn’t have screamed for no reason.

“It wasn’t a dream.”

Oh.

Memories of the night before slot back into place and he immediately calms. He smiles at Yuuri and reaches up to brush back some of Yuuri’s bangs. “No, Yuuri,” he says, soft and tender. “It wasn’t a dream.”

Yuuri throws himself forward and Viktor gladly pulls him into his arms, sighing when Yuuri presses his face into the crook of his neck.

He isn’t sure how long they stay like this and Viktor’s pretty sure they could have fallen asleep like this if there wasn’t a knock on Yuuri’s door and Mari’s voice asking if Yuuri was alright.

Viktor starts to laugh and Yuuri promptly claps a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. He shoots Viktor a pointed look and he raises his hands in surrender as he tells Mari’s he’s alright and he’ll be down in a little bit.

“What was that?” Yuuri asks, fond and exasperated already and it warms his heart.

“I remember Japanese again.”

The words seem to startle Yuuri for a moment before his expression melts into something soft and tender and Viktor pulls Yuuri in for a kiss. And just as he starts getting the idea to press Yuuri into these sheets and take him apart with his lips, Yuuri pulls away.

“Wait,” he says and Viktor doesn’t like the anxious expression on Yuuri’s face. “What about Ivan?”

His mind screeches to a halt and he stares up at Yuuri bewildered for a moment before asking, “What about him?”

That apparently is the wrong thing to say because Yuuri’s climbing off his lap and glaring at him. “He’s your husband, oh my god you’re married and I kissed you. I mean he was here just a few days ago and it seemed like you two weren’t…”

There are several things he needs to address but he freezes when he sees a long scar stretch across Yuuri’s left collarbone and he follows it up and around Yuuri’s shoulder. The only way Yuuri could have gotten this was if it happened in the…

“Viktor?”

He blinks and tears his gaze away from Yuuri’s shoulder to find that ridiculously adorable concerned pinch between Yuuri’s brows. “We’re not married,” he says, dumbly and promptly wants to smack himself. “Ivan and I that is. We got a divorce two months before I even remembered everything.”

Yuuri tenses and Viktor knows well enough by now to keep his hands to himself when Yuuri gets like this. So, he waits.

“How long have you remembered?”

Viktor’s aware there is a wrong answer. That he could fumble over his words or string the wrong ones together and Yuuri will shut him out. So, he takes a deep breath and slowly reaches out to grab Yuuri’s hand, grateful when Yuuri glances down but doesn’t pull away.

“I remembered roughly two weeks ago,” he says. “I wanted to call you right after I did but I was frankly, a mess so I went to my parents’ to try and figure out how to fix everything. I was also a little angry”

There’s no way he can hide that from Yuuri and he watches Yuuri’s expression ripple with pain when he flinches. “Viktor, I—”

He reaches up and covers Yuuri’s mouth with his hand. “Don’t,” he says firmly. “You have nothing to apologize for. I realized after a while that I would have done the same thing, if it was you who forgot and asked me to leave.”

Yuuri shakes his head, dislodging Viktor’s hand and he uses it to brush away the fresh tears falling down Yuuri’s cheeks. “I only ever wanted you to be happy,” Yuuri whispers.

And god, Viktor loves him so damn much.

“Please don’t be a martyr like that again,” he begs because they hopefully both have long lives to lead and he has no idea what’s in store for them after this and the thought of Yuuri suffering again makes his heart ache.

Yuuri shakes his head and wraps his arms around Viktor’s neck, pulling himself closer until their foreheads are touching. “I can’t promise that,” he whispers and before Viktor can protest he swoops in for a quick kiss. “But I can promise I’ll never leave again.”

He leans up, fully intending to follow through with his earlier idea when the door to Yuuri’s room opens and—

“Vicchan?”

Yuuri throws his head back and laughs when Viktor squeaks at the sound of Hiroko’s voice.

He’s home, he’s home, he’s home.

#yoi fic #victuuri fic #wewritevictuuri #victuuri #yuri on ice #sarah writes #prompt fic #continued lol #so this ended up being longer than the previous part #and i promise there's a happy ending #we'll get there together #*hands out tissues*

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This was fun! Thank you, @goldensillydragon, for submitting the ask and for giving me the opportunity to take sweet trip down memory lane. I was able to answer them quicker than I anticipated. If anyone else would like my rambles about any fic I’ve written, just submit an ask/message with a fic title. I’ll answer some or all of the 15 questions. :D

goldensillydragon: Thank you, and don’t worry, take all the time you need. The fic is “Remembrance Of Things Past”, because it owns my heart and it’s a thing of beauty (and, frankly, to me it has become the standard I compare all Blackfrost fics to!).

Feel free to add anything you may want about it, just reading your thoughts on it will be a pleasure, you cannot imagine how much I love that fic!

Fic Links: Here on AO3 or here on FF.net

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I am a fandom old. I first started writing fic in 2001. I wrote steadily from 2001 to early 2007, and then I stopped for 5 years, largely due to work. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was the first fandom I ever wrote for, I loved it and Firefly to bits, so I was super excited at Joss Whedon directing a big budget movie (oh how time changes perspective). I’d never read an Avengers comic before seeing the movie (I was an X-Men gal growing up). I can’t even remember at this point if I’d seen any of the Marvel movies prior to Avengers. I just know I came out of my first viewing of it in 2012 with a restored fannish heart. I needed it too. That year was hell for me personally, and writing Avengers fic was an escape.

I’d come out of Avengers, like many, impressed by Tom Hiddleston’s Loki. I was especially intrigued by his scenes with Natasha, how both of them played around with perception (Loki with his illusions, Natasha with people’s conceptions of herself), so the first Avengers fic I wrote was a short one-shot called “The Animal Inside” in which Loki visits Natasha to talk with her about the animal/beast inside and redemption:

Loki holds her gaze and says, “My sentencing happens today. Odin will…render his judgment against me. I believe even your society grants last requests to the condemned.”

Natasha holds her breath, unsettled at the confession.

“How did you do it?” he asks. “How did you stop being who you were and become who you are? Barton told me about your past. The red in your ledger. How did you…stop?”

I continued it in a slightly longer one-shot called “The Dog Days are Over” in which Loki has somehow found his way to Earth, rather than having been executed by Odin for his crimes, and Natasha encounters him on a mission. She tracks him down to understand why.

“Why aren’t you dead?”

He smirks. “Because Odin loves sadism almost more than his missing eye.”

And then came the beast. “Remembrance of Things Past.” In its current and unfortunately permanent incomplete form, it clocks in at over 200,000 words in nearly 50 chapters. I worked on it for close to 2 years. From what I remember, I wanted to challenge myself to find a way to write a Loki-Natasha romance that seemed plausible, that especially didn’t compromise her character in significant ways. What I settled on was Loki crossing Dr. Doom (a villain who, in the comics, was powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with him), and Odin directly asking Natasha to help Loki as he knows about the conversation they have in “The Dog Days are Over” through Heimdall. To save Loki, Natasha would have to delve back into her past, as he would have to deal with his past sins to try to atone.

Hence the title: “Remembrance of Things Past”

2: What scene did you first put down?

Probably the first scenes, bridging the time from “Dog Days” to Odin asking Natasha for help. I likely planned a good chunk of the first set of chapters in advance, but I would have started at the start.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

It’s been so long since I’ve worked on this, and so long since I’ve read it, that it’s hard to choose a favorite with any certainty. Here are some that I liked enough to highlight when posting and that stick out to me now making this:

In one of the rooms, she forgets which they are so numerous, Natasha finds Loki regarding the carved and painted ceiling. The reflected light shines golden on the room and on him. She wonders how he ever successfully lied or deceived, his eyes convey so much. His gaze now is elegiac, a smooth sky covering a seething sea of rage and regret.

On the smooth expanse of his life in Asgard, Loki had always felt the scratch, the spot that mars, the place where the pieces of himself should come together and fit, but instead they grated, they set his teeth on edge, and he lived in Paradise as a man tormented by a shadow from the corner of his eye, glimpsed only but never seen.

Odin looks once more at Loki and Thor, then he turns and finds Frigga. As they regard one another, a goodbye too inadequate for millennia together, the body of Odin Allfather begins to rupture, the energy within pouring forth, burning, burning, burning his body to ash. He looks up at the stars beginning to shine in the night sky, and Loki may not be able to stop him, he may not be able to save him, but he can do this. He closes his eyes and pictures the view from the end of the world in Asgard, the deep ebony of space, the graceful curve of the distant worlds, the stars as they flare and beam golden light upon the realm, and he projects the image for his father to see. He sees Odin smile as he gazes upon the vista, then the energy takes hold and his body disperses, disappearing amongst the stars.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

“Isn’t it funny the way the worlds turn and the fates fall?”

I ended up liking it so much it became the summary/tag line for the fic overall.

5: What part was hardest to write?

The last major sequence, an epic fight on the Helicarrier that spanned 5 chapters- collectively known as “Blow Up the Outside World.” There were SO MANY different threads to interweave, SO MANY characters to keep track of and get into position for the final outcome to happen. In the first chapter alone, Loki, Maria Hill, Natasha, Bruce, and Sif all have point of view sections. The next chapter, Thor, Frigga, and Darcy on top of a few repeats. Jane, Tony, Clint, Steve in the next few.

SO. MANY. CHARACTERS.

But I made it work. It was hard. I remember having charts planning out what was happening where on the Helicarrier so events could sync up correctly. It was brutal and satisfying when it all came together.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

It got me writing again, and in a serious way. It will always have a special place in my heart for that reason alone.

7: Where did the title come from?

It’s a riff off of the Proust novel Remembrance of Things Past, which is one of the few huge epics I haven’t read.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Not that I can remember.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Not of the fic overall, but of individual scenes and plotlines. I can’t remember any specifics. I’m fairly sure I didn’t intend to write Steve-Sif as a romantic pairing until story events necessitated them interacting and then I fell in love with their interactions.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

See the response to #1. :)

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I think I did a great job with the action sequences. I think I developed Natasha and Loki’s relationship in an interesting way, in a way that respected both characters and felt plausible. I like a lot of the narration and weaving the various plot threads together, especially in the last big action sequence.

12: What do you like least about this fic?

It’s unfinished. Unfortunately that’s how it will have to stay. My fic writing interests have strayed from Marvel, and I’m currently trying to finish another epic fic beast.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story?

So many songs. I don’t have my Blackfrost mixes on my iTunes anymore, but I know I listened to a lot of Olafur Arnalds. “Heart’s a Mess” by Gotye. “The Difference Between Us” by The Dead Weather. “Cosmic Love” by Florence + the Machine.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Not really. I hope they enjoyed reading it!

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

To not indulge in EVERYTHING I want to write in a story. I doomed myself when I let the POV of the story expand from Natasha to Loki and then to other characters. Don’t get me wrong. I love, love, love so much of what I wrote, but the story grew to something I couldn’t sustain, especially when Cap 2 came out and my brain was all Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. So with “That Which You Seek” and “And the Wounded Sing,” my two big Bucky-Darcy stories, I kept the POVs focused solely on them- Darcy in the first, Bucky in the second. The same with my Yuri on Ice story “Sixty Impossible Things.” There are times I’d love to delve into Viktor’s or Yuri’s POV, but I keep the focus on Yuuri. This has helped. I finished the two Bucky-Darcy stories, and I’ve gotten back to writing “Sixty Impossible Things.”

#goldensillydragon #fic by wynn #ask #fic #blackfrost #long post

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I love everything you write so much❤️ could you write about the first days after the wedding in the arranged marriage au from viktor's pov please?

I am in love with the arranged marriage au! If you have any more inspiration I would love more of viktor’s pov during the engagement or early marriage. Ooooh or the wedding!

[Arranged Marriage AU tag]

As soon as Viktor awoke the morning after his wedding, hisnerves returned in full force.

Part of his still couldn’t quite believe that he and Yuuriwere actually married. The process had been such a whirlwind, from their firstmagical night together at the Giacometti ball, to their parents arrangement, tothe wedding itself. And now a new day had dawned, his first as a married man.

Viktor dressed quickly and headed downstairs, the firstlight of dawn just beginning to spill through the windows. When he passed bythe door of the master bedroom he paused, listening for any signs of movement,but there were none to be heard. Yuuri must still be asleep, exhausted after the previousday’s events.

The sight of the closed door brought back all of Viktor’s memories from the night before. In particular, Yuuri’s surprised expression when Viktor didn’t join him in the bedroom still lingered in his mind. He hoped that he hadn’t offended Yuuri in any way, but he didn’tregret his decision. Yuuri had yet to bring up the night he swept Viktor offhis feet in a whirlwind of dancing and Viktor was unsure where Yuuri’s feelingsfor him truly lay. He knew his own heart and the fondness it held but forYuuri, their marriage could be one purely of convenience. Viktor had no desireto join Yuuri in his bed if he felt obligated as a husband, not because hetruly desired Viktor there. If Yuuri wanted him, Viktor would come when hecalled. And if he did not, Viktor would be content for them to simply be friends,no matter if he secretly wished for more.

Breaking himself out of his thoughts, Viktor moved away from the bedroom and down the main staircase. When he finally reached the entrance hall, Makkachinbounded up to meet him in a flurry of excited barks. Reaching down, Viktorrubbed behind the dog’s ears affectionately before opening the front door andallowing Makkachin outside. Many had often commented that it was beneath Viktorto take his dog out on his morning exercise instead of leaving it to one of thestable boys, but Viktor insisted. Makkachin had been with him since they wereboth young and their early morning walks together always helped calm Viktor’smind.

For several hours, he roamed around the edges of his estateas the sun rose behind him. Makkachin bounded along by his side, barkinghappily. The air was brisk and cold and snow lay thick on the ground but Viktorwas unbothered by the chill. It was only when the sun was fully risen in thesky that he began to make his way back, not wanting to neglect his newhusband on their first day together. He was an early riser but it was likelythat Yuuri would now be beginning to awaken.

When Viktor finally returned to the house, he was met instantly withthe alluring smell of freshly cooked food. Following the scent lead him to thedining room, where one of the servants was just beginning to set out the dishesof food on the table. Sitting at one of the chairs was Yuuri, looking radiantin the morning sun.

He glanced up as Viktor entered the room and immediately leapt upfrom the table, nearly knocking over the dishes in the process. One of hishands came up nervously to fidget with the hem of one his sleeves and Viktor notedwith pleasure that Yuuri was wearing one of the outfits that Viktor had commissionedspecially for him.

“Good morning,” Yuuri blurted out, then hesitated, as ifunsure what to say next.

“Good morning,” Viktor replied, trying to keep his voicecasual despite his roiling emotions inside. There was so much that he wanted tosay but, despite being married, he and Yuuri were still almost strangers to each other.It was hard to know where to begin.

“May I join you?” he asked as a start, indicating to thetable and the food laid out across it.

“Of course,” Yuuri replied, sitting back down with a relieved look on his face.

Pulling out a chair, Viktor sat down opposite, smiling as helooked over Yuuri again with an appreciative eye.

“I see that you approve of the clothes I had made for you,” heoffered, hoping to begin the conversation on a light note. In preparation for Yuuri’sarrival, he had commissioned Yuuri’s preferred tailor to make a wardrobe’s worthof clothes to fill his new husband’s room. While Yuuri never lookedanything less than stunning, the Katsuki’s financial issues were clear in hisclothes, several seasons out of style. Viktor wanted nothing more than to please Yuuri and providing for him had seemed like a good place to start.

Yuuri blushed at the words, glancing down and back up toViktor again, fingers still playing nervously with his sleeves.

“They’re beautiful,” he admitted, a pleased note in his voice even as he continued to fidget. “But Viktor, they are far too much. I have clothes of my own and I shudder tothink how much you must have spent on ones as fine as these.”

“Please Yuuri, accept them for me,” Viktor insisted. “I amlucky enough to have you as my husband as it is. Please indulge me in my giftsso I may please you and attempt to show your fellows that I am a worthwhilematch.”

Yuuri’s expression turned confused at his statement, but Viktor couldn’t think why. It was clear that out of the two of them, he was the one who would have to prove that he was worth of Yuuri. There were many in the upper branches of society that would kill to havemarried into the prestigious Katsuki name, as he now had. There were many morewho had fallen for Yuuri’s quiet charms over the years who would have takenYuuri even if he had been a commoner without a penny to his name. But it was Viktor who now had his hand and many looked upon him with jealousy.

In addition, no matter how wealthy Viktor’s family were, their history intrading would always be looked down upon to those who had been born into theirmoney. There was no great history behind the Nikiforov name, unlike the Katsuki’s.There would always be those who looked at his marriage to Yuuri as Yuurimarrying far beneath himself and the thought always made Viktor’s heart drop. DrapingYuuri in fine fabrics and jewels and lavishing him with presents might at least show those ofYuuri’s own station that marrying Viktor was not an unwise decision.

“If it pleases you, then I will wear them every day,” Yuurisaid. His expression was still slightly confused but there was warmth in hisvoice that had Viktor’s heart soaring.

After that, their conversation as they ate remained plesant. Viktorinquired into Yuuri’s night and was pleased to hear that he was content withhis lodgings. Yuuri in turn asked him about his morning stroll with Makkachin,looking eager, and Viktor filled him in on the details. Yuuri’s own dog Vicchanwas yet to be moved from his family home to their new estate and Yuuriconfessed that he missed him terribly. Viktor promised that they would taketheir morning walks together as soon as Vicchan arrived if Yuuri so wished andYuuri was quick to agree.

After their meal was over, they temporarily parted ways,both having duties to attend to for the morning. When Viktor finally finishedthe last of his most pressing tasks however, he sought Yuuri out again. His husband wasnowhere to be found in the house but when Viktor stepped outside, Yuuri wasstanding in one of the gardens, bundled up in a coat to protect himself fromthe chill.

It had started snowing again at some point during the dayand the snow clung to Yuuri’s hair and drifted through the air around him in aswirl of white. It made the him look almost ethereal, like something paintedby one of the great masters. When Yuuri turned, the snow was clinging to hiseyelashes too and melting on his hands. His fingers were buried in the sleeves of his coat, twisting theengagement ring that Viktor had gifted him absentmindedly, the tiny snowflakeengraved on the inside hidden from sight.

When he saw Viktor, Yuuri smiled, seeming far more relaxedthan he had that morning.

“I was at a loss as to what to do once I had finishedwriting to my family,” he explained as Viktor approached. “So I came out here to enjoy the snow. I confess, I have very little knowledge of what being a husband issupposed to entail and how we are expected to fill our days.”

“I am afraid I have the same lack of knowledge,” Viktorreassured him. “But we have plenty of time to learn together. And in themeantime, there seems to be no pressing matters at hand to be dealt with. Thereare many pleasant ways that we can spend the afternoon, if you wish.”

“What do you have in mind?” Yuuri asked, looking curious.

“Well,” Viktor smiled, holding out a hand in offering. “Thelake that borders our estate is frozen solid and your love of the ice is commonknowledge. We could skate, if it would please you?”

Yuuri’s nod was instantaneous.

“I would like that very much,” he replied, and Viktor’sheart soared.

TBC

#Kaz's writing tag #arranged marriage au #Sorry about the quality of this one I've only had about 4 hours of sleep and I'm a bit delirious

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