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bakerstreet2017-03-04 08:20 pm
sausagefests) wrote in bakerstreet2017-03-04 08:20 pm
[ hey there, i was wondering if you'd be interested in some ruby->kanan? baby crush on big sis's best friend... also, i just really like that one dengeki spread, okay. ]
[Setsuna with a crush on Kirara? Any preferences?]
( Available in canon superhero flavor, or AUs where she's some kind of urban fantasy-esque white witchy pagan, high fantasy mage, or a plain high school/college kid with freaky abilities. I'm particularly interested in a scenario where she's a darker Sabrina the Teenage Witch, dealing with some occult shit and trying to keep eldritch horrors at bay while dealing with stupid kid feelings.
character wishlist )
character wishlist )
[It's late. Everyone else has already gone to sleep, the light from the campfire slowly burning out. Now was the perfect time to ask talk without anyone overhearing.]
[But was it really right to be asking him -- of all people?]
Jae-Ha? There's something I want to talk to you about.
[But was it really right to be asking him -- of all people?]
Jae-Ha? There's something I want to talk to you about.
( he doesn't count it as a vacation when he's training in another rink in another country; most would call that normal, to some extent. Yuri had called it mandated progress after having had to deal with Victor and Yuri for the past few months, right up through the end of the European Championships. Which, annoyingly and frustratingly enough, he'd placed behind Victor by a handful of points, even though he'd placed ahead of him in the short program. Otabek had pulled in at a strong third, and in this breather after Four Continents had completed (congratulations on your second silver, Katsudon), here he was.
In Hasetsu, Japan.
Walking down one of many streets, idly shopping for himself with his sunglasses tucked away inside his jacket. There's a nervous energy in what he does, in this last stretch before the World Championships and his burning need to take gold there. He wakes up in half-thought nightmares that he's finally hit the last growth spurt of puberty; that he'll make it on the ice to find that all that fine control, the years of relentless practice, the blood, sweat, and unacknowledged tears he's put into his sport will end, just like that. Not due to injury, not to a lack of skill. Betrayed by his own body.
But he shoves that to the side today, pulling out his phone to check the time and hesitating as he considers what he wants to eat. Something like a snack, easy to eat on the go... he hasn't run into much of anything he doesn't like once it's in his mouth here in Japan, so really, can he go wrong?
He tugs his hood back off his head to run a hand through his hair, shifting foot to foot. Disliking his own indecision, Yuri abruptly spins and starts stalking off down the street. He'll find something, he'll find it Now, and he'll have a Great Time.
... Getting himself fed in the sleepier town that idolises Yuri Katsuki far more than Yuri Plisetsky (as it should), but where people still recognise him when he's walking around. That young man from Onsen on Ice... hello! )
In Hasetsu, Japan.
Walking down one of many streets, idly shopping for himself with his sunglasses tucked away inside his jacket. There's a nervous energy in what he does, in this last stretch before the World Championships and his burning need to take gold there. He wakes up in half-thought nightmares that he's finally hit the last growth spurt of puberty; that he'll make it on the ice to find that all that fine control, the years of relentless practice, the blood, sweat, and unacknowledged tears he's put into his sport will end, just like that. Not due to injury, not to a lack of skill. Betrayed by his own body.
But he shoves that to the side today, pulling out his phone to check the time and hesitating as he considers what he wants to eat. Something like a snack, easy to eat on the go... he hasn't run into much of anything he doesn't like once it's in his mouth here in Japan, so really, can he go wrong?
He tugs his hood back off his head to run a hand through his hair, shifting foot to foot. Disliking his own indecision, Yuri abruptly spins and starts stalking off down the street. He'll find something, he'll find it Now, and he'll have a Great Time.
... Getting himself fed in the sleepier town that idolises Yuri Katsuki far more than Yuri Plisetsky (as it should), but where people still recognise him when he's walking around. That young man from Onsen on Ice... hello! )
[M/M for smut, but cute crush stuff can be OTA. If you'd like Iggy from a specific point in time just lemme know!]
The recently-crowned King of Vere allowed himself no leisure for romance. He discouraged all suits, whether formal or informal, and kept himself like a monk, dressed in severe, dark-colored clothing that was laced all the way up his neck.
Working late, as usual, Laurent was sprawled in a chair in the library, a book of records open on his lap. Head propped in his hand, he tried to apply his mind to the history of trade between Vere and the nearby countries, so that he would be better prepared to handle the current policies of tariffs. His eyes had other ideas, and continued straying toward the form of his Captain of the Guard, staying late at his side.
His heart quickened a little with every stolen glance toward Basch. The guard captain was painfully his type, even though Laurent knew perfectly well that a more intimate relationship between them was impossible.
Working late, as usual, Laurent was sprawled in a chair in the library, a book of records open on his lap. Head propped in his hand, he tried to apply his mind to the history of trade between Vere and the nearby countries, so that he would be better prepared to handle the current policies of tariffs. His eyes had other ideas, and continued straying toward the form of his Captain of the Guard, staying late at his side.
His heart quickened a little with every stolen glance toward Basch. The guard captain was painfully his type, even though Laurent knew perfectly well that a more intimate relationship between them was impossible.
Edited 2017-03-05 17:49 (UTC)
I apologize in advance for knowing nothing of this canon.
adeadman
- 2017-03-07 04:16 (UTC) - Expand((If you wanted to do something with this guy?))
Yoshiko "Yohane" Tsushima | Love Live! Sunshine! | ota, f/f pref
angelyohane
2017-03-05 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
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