#ieatkitcat

i've been sucked into the yuri on ice fandom lool and have the kitties been acting differently around you now that you're pregnant?

(LMAO get REKT mickey)

“He’s coming this way,” Sara teases.  Michele does his best to glare at her, although he can’t quite muster actual irritation when they’ve just finished twirling happily across a dance floor.  “Ooh, think he’s gonna talk to you, Mickey?”

“I do not have a crush on Prince Katsuki,” he informs his sister with a haughty sniff.  “You’re reading too much into things.”

“Oh, Mickey.  How long are you going to live in denial?”  She winks and laughs, and Michele rolls his eyes.  Alright, maybe he might have a teensy-weensy little crush on the other prince, but it doesn’t matter.  He invites anyone to have a dance with a man that alluring during a rumba and not walk away with a crush!  Besides, it’s not really a crush, not if he is quite aware it’ll never go anywhere.

(Although Prince Katsuki and King Nikiforov are no longer engaged and seem to not be on the best of terms, considering that they look like they’ve been avoiding each other save for the bare minimum exchanges of courtesy, so who knows...?)

“Good evening, Your Highnesses!” Prince Katsuki says, suddenly right next to them.  His face is a little flushed, perhaps from dancing or alcohol or both, and it’s absolutely charming, especially because Katsuki smiles at him first and not Sara.  Michele can’t really help but smile back.  Katsuki seems an honorable man, respecting his wishes at their first ball together and being nothing but gallant when speaking to Sara.  And, as he’s observed before, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes, either.

(This still isn’t a crush.  Hush, Sara.)

“Ah, Prince Yuuri!” Michele greets, holding out his hand and receiving a firm handshake.  If only Katsuki had come over a minute or two later!  He would’ve happily asked him to dance, if he wasn’t still winded from his quickstep with Sara. 

“It’s good to see you again!” his wonderful, perfect sister beams, covering for Michele when he forgets words for a moment because Katsuki smiled directly at him.  “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing well,” Katsuki says, running a hand through his hair distractedly.  That shouldn’t be as attractive of a movement as it is, but somehow this man manages to make everything he does beautiful.  Michele appreciates him like one appreciates looking at a work of fine art.

(Art, not a crush.)

“And yourself?”

Sara’s smile takes on a bit of a teasing twist, one that makes Michele want to hiss don’t you dare at her even though he doesn’t know what she’s about to say.  “Pretty great!  Mickey’s tired out from dancing, can you believe?”

I am not, Michele is about to argue, petulant as only a big brother can be, but Prince Katsuki effectively stops him in his tracks by laughing, and then as if that wasn’t enough, he catches Michele’s eye again before firing that dazzlingly lovely little smile directly at him. 

“Well, from what I saw,” he says, “you two looked lovely dancing out there.  It takes energy to be a good dancer, you know!”

Oh, Michele thinks vaguely.  The man who is probably the world’s best dancer thinks he and Sara looked lovely.  Well.  Isn’t that something.

(He’s not crushing.  And that’s definitely why he isn’t at all miffed that by the time he gets his voice back, Sara has hauled Prince Katsuki off to the dance floor.)

Makkachin immediately goes berserk at the sight of the claw marks, pulling at his leash insistently and whining at the tree. Yuuri tries to pull him back, but the dog pulls free from his leash and vanishes off the path, and Yuuri’s heart leaps into his throat. 

“Makka!” he screams, and then he’s crashing off the side of the trail as well, chasing after the sounds of Makkachin’s barking. He can dimly hear Phichit yelling his name, his voice getting fainter as Yuuri runs farther and farther away. 

The night is growing thicker around him, all sounds amplified in the darkness. Makkachin’s howling echoes all around him, but the dog himself is nowhere to be seen. After a while Yuuri isn’t even sure if the howling is from the dog... or from something else.

He crashes into a clearing, seeing the dim twinkle of lights from someone’s house through the trees. Slowly, the fog is rolling in around him, the sound of his heartbeat echoing against his harsh breaths. 

“Makkachin?” Yuuri breathes, turning on his phone flashlight, the leash still clutched tight in his hands. He turns around him, casting the harsh glare of the flashlight into the darkness around him. A deer scampers away, eyes silver and eerie in the bright lights. Yuuri’s heartbeat pounds faster. 

What is Viktor going to say if Yuuri gets his dog killed while he’s away? The old poodle is one of Viktor’s oldest companions -- what if this is what gets Viktor to realise he’s been wasting his time on a mess like Yuuri and leave him for good? Yuuri’s own stupidity, his own carelessness -- all out to the forefront because he couldn’t keep Makkachin tightly leashed for a nighttime walk. He can’t let it happen. He’s not going to -- 

A rustle in the bushes. Yuuri backs up towards the edge of the clearing, his phone flashlight pointed directly at the moving foliage. There’s the sound of panting, eerily loud in the dark, a low predatory growl. Yuuri’s hands are clammy against his phone; he kneels down slowly, fumbling for a suitably large rock as a weapon against whatever creature is approaching. 

Shakily, his hands close against a medium-sized rock just as Makkachin bounds out from the bushes, barking happily at the sight of Yuuri. 

“Oh, thank god,” wheezes Yuuri, as the old poodle ambles up to him. He clips the leash back on, suddenly thankful that Viktor has Makkachin microchipped in case he really had to report the dog missing, and wraps the leash extra-tight in his hand. “You really frightened me for a moment there ---”

A scream pierces the night, and Yuuri’s blood goes cold.

I actually took down that list myself because i was sort of uncomfortable with the original anons wording, i had every intention of replacing it though. I just got busy and forgot about it. I’ll just transfer it into this answer!

Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi (80k, WIP)‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work.

The Quiet and Empty Bodies by angryspaceravenclaw (31k, WIP)Having spent most of his life far from the UK, Draco returns to his mother’s house after the death of his wife, to reconnect with her, and let her get to know his son. Desperate to keep a job with the Prophet after the years old scandal Lucius caused, Draco agrees to get the scoop on the biggest gossip story of the century– The Divorce of Quidditch-Star Harry Potter. The first problem, Draco and Harry already know each other, and their dislike is very much mutual.

The Devil's White Knight by angryspaceravenclaw (64k)When Harry wakes up in an alternate timeline–a timeline where Voldemort was defeated long before the first war–he discovers everything is different. His parents, his godfather, his friends–and him. Harry must deal with the consequences of who he would have been if he had been raised by his parents, and figure out where he stands with his casual hook up, Draco Malfoy. Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.We’re Just a Box of Souvenirs by quiddative (9k)Harry returns to England. Draco won’t make the same mistakes again.Chopsticks by angryspaceravenclaw (2k)Harry’s neighbour is a stuck-up prat who plays beautiful music. But one evening Harry hears nothing but chopsticks and knows something’s very wrong. So taking it upon himself to find out what’s wrong, he invades his neighbour’s space to solve the problem.Like Holly or Blood by @drarrytrash (3k)Harry walks in on Draco putting on lipstick. Things progress.With Your Eyes Turned Skyward by megyal (14k)Draco has lost so much in an accident…but maybe Potter has the solution.

Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (18k)Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco’s been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call. With new each message that arrives for Harry from a hopeful suitor, it becomes more and more clear that the time to act has arrived.

Dreams of Horses by ani_mage (17k)Harry’s back at Hogwarts for his eighth year, but nothing’s the same. Now he’s a Hufflepuff, Hermione’s a Ravenclaw, and Ron’s an Auror. Harry and Ginny break up, Luna’s shaved her head, and Draco Malfoy is suddenly and inexplicably Harry’s new best friend. And then there’s the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.

Wild by @seefin (92k)“No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.”“I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn’t Really Want, Thanks. by @seefin (70k)It was addictive, the feeling of Draco Malfoy telling him things in a soft voice early in the morning. Harry felt like he was taming a wild animal, or petting a cat that hated everybody else. This train existed outside of time, that was the only explanation Harry could come up with as to why Malfoy was actually having a civil conversation with him right now.

Imagine A Man by angryspaceravenclaw (5k)Harry has to trust people more than he’d like to, so when a man lies to him about having matching soul marks to get Harry into bed, he’s determined to never let that happen again. When he meets a stranger lawyer at the local not long after, Harry decides to enlist his family’s help to tell whether or not Draco Malfoy really does have a matching mark or not. If only his family wasn’t so, utterly hopeless.

it *is* hard to find! which is very strange to me as yuuri reads as a natural sub, personally speaking. buuut that’s an entirely different conversation & I’m still working out my thoughts about them with relation to bdsm so anyway!

here you go:

then have my lips the sin that they took by @lesflammablesyuuri has an oral fixation. the D/s dynamics sort of subtly resolve into greater focus throughout the chapters … thus far. i mean, chapter 3 will light your head on fire, and I’ve seen chapter 4 in progress, sooooo can confirm it will be good stuff.

Membership Has Its Perks by @lesflammables milehighclub!fic! this one has very faint D/s undertones – I shan’t spoil when, but it’ll sort of punch you in the gut with how hot it is. 

hit me with your sweet love by wingchestr (whom i can’t seem to tag)this has spanking, viktor in a suit, dirty talk … many of my favourite things. and the explicit details just, hnnnnngh. descriptions very tactile, very visceral. my brain fries just thinking about this. and an interpretation of the D/s victuuri dynamic that I can comfortably get behind.

passione segreta in b minor, part two by anirondackTHIS HAS EDGING, i died of joy. and sort of skirts the line of D/s-y play – it’s more bondage, but … I love fluidity in my sexual dynamics, so. *plonks the rec here*

fair warning: I have a couple of hard squicks (like pet play, watersports, daddy kink) that I avoid like all hell, will backtrack like the hounds of hell are upon me if I see weight-related humiliation (always a danger with yoi), and generally am really fucking finicky so if an author says something in their a/n that makes me side-eye them … yeah. there may be other good sub!yuuri fics but I haven’t read them or will not rec them.

21. Things you said while we were on top of the world + the star trek au

ahh this prompt is perfect for this verse thank you 

(for those of you who dont know, my star trek au is here )

prompts

“You’re in love.”

Viktor snaps his gaze away from the view outside the cockpit and looks over at Yuuri. He’s got his seatbelt unbuckled, sitting with his feet tucked underneath him, back leaned up against the side of the jet. He’s fixing Viktor with a small, knowing smirk.

“Um, am I?” Viktor squeaks. He grips the control wheel tightly.

Yuuri nods sagely. “Mhmm. You can’t fool me, Viktor.”

Viktor gulps. He never thought Yuuri would call him out on his unrequited crush while they’re soaring 39 thousand feet in the air above northern Europe. He wonders if crashing the jet will be easier than sitting through this conversation.

“You’re in love with the Earth,” Yuuri says, smiling sunnily. “Why else would you take me on all these trips? You’re just using it as an excuse to see sight-see, I see right through you.”

Viktor lets out a breath of relief. “Y-Yeah! I just… love looking at the scenery. Yes.”

“I don’t blame you,” Yuuri says. He looks out the window. “It’s a beautiful planet.”

The land stretches out below them like a roadmap. Rolling fields and rich greenery dotted with the concrete veins of cities, their lights little pinpricks of light like stars. It’s just a little past sunset and the sky is painted a dusky purple, the clouds looking fluffy and cotton candy pink. Viktor has to admit, it’s a lovely view.

“We don’t get sunsets on space stations,” Viktor says. Yuuri’s eyebrows raise in the adorable way they do when he’s genuinely surprised.

“Really?” he asks. “I guess that makes sense, but I can’t imagine that!”

“I was eighteen when I saw my first sunset,” Viktor tells him. He switches the jet onto autopilot and turns to face Yuuri fully. “It was on the first day I moved to Earth for Starfleet. Obviously, I’d visited planets before. I’ve been to planets with more than one sun. But I’ve never stayed long enough to watch a sunset.”

“What are the odds? We both watched our first sunset on Earth.”

Viktor takes in the familiar sight of Yuuri curled up in the passenger seat of his jet, silhouetted by the recently set sun and bathed in the soft pastels of twilight. His smile is wide and bright and his eyes are the warmest brown Viktor has ever seen. He’s ethereal in the blushing light; he’s a star personified.

Hi there :) BOY OH BOY I have no chill and so many faves, and I’m more than happy to share them!! Also feel free to hmu any time!! I’m a never-ending garbage disposal of fic recs and I pretty much spend all my free time screaming/crying about drarry so

A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki (104k)Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.

Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl (364k)Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather) (88k)Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

We Are Young (I’ll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (femmequixotic) (68k)Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement–and financial gain–of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister’s office, they can’t work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn’t it?

Turn by Saras_Girl (306k)One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Serpentes by xErised (29k)It’s a shame that Draco Malfoy looks so good stripping in a club with stolen snakes, because Auror Harry’s got a job to do.

Running on Air by eleventy7 (74k)Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Unhook the Stars by jad (72k)“Love is like a Rubix Cube: there are countless wrong twists and turns, but once you get it right, it’s perfect no matter how you look at it.” Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven’t learned how to communicate like normal people — with words.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

The Fall of the Veils by lettered (60k)This is the fic where Muggles find out about wizards, wars are fought, Apparition is abolished, political conspiracies abound, Draco is asexual, and Harry has Legilimency sex with him.

Hope Springs Eternal (But Love Springs in the Forest, Unannounced) by lettered (12k)Draco falls into a love spring. Harry saves him! And now they’re bonded for life. Draco is horrified. Harry thinks it’s kind of neat.

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n (180k)Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.