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⚔ ([personal profile] socketeer) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2016-12-29 04:22 pm

( picture prompt meme )



the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.


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quadsalchow: (Default)

feel free to change whatever you like! ♥

[personal profile] quadsalchow 2017-01-01 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The Grand Prix Final had truly been an emotional rollercoaster. In the end, it didn't seem to matter that Yuri hadn't won gold. What mattered was that he and Viktor got to stay together, and that everyone was happy - and happy for them. The story behind their matching rings didn't stay quiet for long, and soon enough the press was hounding them even more than usual, trying to get an interview or soundbite.

Eventually, it all became more tiresome than it was worth. So when Yuri came back home one day to find Viktor standing at the door with several fully-packed suitcases and that smile on his face, he knew there was a surprise waiting for him.

A quick "what did you do this time?" and three kisses later, they were out the door and on their way to Paris. No one knew, not even Yuri's parents. Viktor left Makkachin with Minako with the vaguest of explanations and the most charming of smiles, and that was it. He told Yuri he wanted it to be a secret. They deserved some time away, away from skating and the spotlight and the flashes of a thousand greedy cameras. They deserved to be together.

Their hotel room was gorgeous, and even with jetlag Yuri couldn't wipe the grin from his face. He flopped onto the bed and let out a happy, soft sigh, reaching out towards Viktor to beckon him closer. ]


I don't think I have to tell you this, but you're amazing.

tsar_of_ice: (Engaged)

everything okay! :D

[personal profile] tsar_of_ice 2017-01-03 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hasetsu was a dream for Viktor. Even though they were tireleslly preparing Yuri for his competitions, afterwards they could unwind in the amazing hot springs and bask in the ambience of peace and care a home should have.

And he had been missing it in the midst of the chaos that was the Grand Prix Final. To say it was taxing was taking it mildly. Even though this was something he had experienced several times before, Viktor could not even imagine how Yuri must be feeling. He had seen some signs--not all of them good--so he took it upon himself to relieve what little stress and pressure off Yuri he could.

Viktor wasn't thinking of a specific location in the beginning, but as he was scrolling through the earliest available flights, one place stood out. It would be perfect! He would make sure of it, make sure that it would be even better than Barcelona. It wouldn't be called City of Love for nothing after all.

How he would accomplish that was still up in the air, though. Even after setting aside their luggage in their hotel room Viktor still didn't have a concrete plan. Truth be told he simply wanted to take Yuri away from all the eyes on them and be together with him without distractions. (He was vaguely aware that it would mean not posting anything on their social media accounts. Yet.)

Viktor didn't need any more prompting and quickly came closer to Yuri, taking his hand and lying beside him with his head propped on his other hand, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I have to be or else you'll leave me in the dust with how amazing you are."

He drew Yuri's hand, the one with a ring, and kissed the golden band. Even after several days after they exchanged them, it still left him breathless, unable to believe completely that Yuri accepted him this way. "You know," he began after setting Yuri's hand back down but not letting go. "It's my first time here in Paris. I've been to Lyon for Europeans but we didn't take a detour here. Yakov just packed us up and sent us home right after the awards ceremony." He pouted at the memory.