Viktor and Yuuri are partnering up for a high school home economics project!
It's a generous three second warning - just enough time to catch sight of a blur of silver hair.
Yuuri yelps and braces himself for the impact but it's a futile exercise. Viktor is all lean muscle and sweet intentions. In short order, Yuuri falls victim to Viktor's flying tackle, flattened against the top of his desk with the air punched out of his lungs.
Poor Potya is stuck up a tree and Makka-mutt and his marbles for brains of an owner Victor are to blame. Luckily, help is on the way!
At age five, all children are assessed for talent and beauty in the City of Hasetsu and the other eight cities of the Empire. Every year, five are branded with the mark of a rose before being carded off to the Emperor’s palace where they are trained to become Roses, or sacrifices to be sent every May to the Ice Spirit that lives in the castle at the top of the mountain. Roses never return, except for Katsuki Yuuri, who shocks the Empire when he appears again two years after his departure with a silver crown on his head and a blond baby in his arms, demanding the Emperor step down or face the wrath of his husband, the Ice King. But, not everything is what it seems.
“A cute boy with an ass like that says he’s up for a challenge and you send him a math problem?" (Giacometti, 2017).
A (not-so) comprehensive study on the (terrible) mating habits of (beautiful) grad student, Yuuri Katsuki, and (future) Nobel Laureate Viktor Nikiforov D. Sc.
(Or: That one where two physicists fall in love and set off a nuclear reaction. Except not really.)
Peter loves his job as a tattoo artist. He owns, in his own humble opinion, the best shop in Beacon Hills. Not that there's much competition, but still. His only real competition is an artist from Bandit Tattoos. The shop is owned by an obnoxious man named Harris, who isn't even an artist. He'd just bought the shop when the previous owner was desperate and sold it to him for cheap. No, the only person is Beacon Hills that is close to Peter's skill is one of Harris' artists, a mouthy little shit named Stiles. Stiles had apprenticed under Bandit's former owner and is one of the most natural talents Peter has ever seen. His portrait work is incredible, as are his watercolors and new school (an area Peter hates to say isn't his strong suit). Peter takes solace in the fact that Stiles' Japanese and old school work isn't as good as Peter's though. He's not petty, not at all.
Peter and Stiles are tattoo artists from rival shops.
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18 Sep 2017