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Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
28 Jul 2017
Yuri’s hair is softer than Otabek thought it would be.
He doesn’t remember when, exactly, he started having opinions about what he thought Yuri’s hair would feel like.
It’s possible that even with Yuri stealing half of every drink, Otabek should have stopped drinking a while ago or eaten something other than figs for dinner. Many things seem possible, at the moment.
(Or: Four years' worth of GPF exhibitions, banquets, and Otabek trying to keep Yuri from stabbing anyone with a shrimp fork.)
The move and the last name change are enough to keep the lazier reporters away, and if Will wants to find Molly, the first name on her driver’s license won’t matter. Not that there’s been any hint that Will wants to find her. Some days that rankles, and others she thinks it’s one last gift he’s given her.
Or: Molly and a cat adopt each other.
If Hannibal were anyone else, Will would have thought he was trying to atone for past sins - reversing the failure to care for Will properly the first time his brain had caught fire. But this was Hannibal, and atonement wasn’t precisely in his repertoire. Taking care of Will was a pleasure and an end in itself, even if Will kicked and screamed the entire way. Maybe especially with Will kicking and screaming.
Or: Will has an encephalitis relapse. He's pretty cranky about it.
- Part 3 of Songs of Innocence
There were knives, of course, and other objects that could be turned to use as weapons. They both took care that there should be, in all the rooms. They would not be caught unarmed and unaware: taken in separately, torn apart. None of the arrangements had been made with the intention of use on each other. Hannibal had supposed, in the early days when Will’s intentions had been more opaque to him, that Will would still do him the courtesy of bare hands if it came to that. He hadn’t considered the alternative: that he could ever again look at Will Graham and see only betrayal.
Or: the one I called 'the fic of infinite sadness' while I was writing it, so let that warn you as needed. Mind the tags, and let me know if I should add any.
13 Mar 2017
This was meant as an offensive spell, Percival had said the first time, when he’d demonstrated on himself, bright beads of blood appearing as he drew the wand-tip across his own arm, but there have been witches and wizards using it this way for a long time. It requires a great deal more finesse to cast this way. This is one of those lessons you would not have had at Ilvermorny. Privileges of having a private tutor who adores you.
Adores, he’d said, and hadn’t even laughed or smiled to indicate there might be a joke in at all. Credence had forgotten to breathe, had missed half the lesson in stunned silence.
He knew the word well by now. He said the spell under his breath, focusing his mind on the difference he needed to hold there- to hurt but not harm. Not in any way that was not welcome and wanted, not in any way he could not heal afterwards.
He let the wand move the last hair’s-breadth down and touch Percival’s skin.