#SPEAK FOR YOURSELF!!!!!! I CANT FUCKING AFFORD THE SHIP PAINTS MY MAN!! WHY ARE THEY EIGHT MILLION DOUBLOONS!!!

[spearxwind]

sea of thieves rly was like. we are delaying the tenth season soo much its gonna be soooo good you guys <33 and dropping hints for more hunters call content and then the reveal drops and its just guilds. in the year of our lord 2023 (and one more mid world event i guess. coming a month after that but initially planned to be the one thing in season 11. and also the singleplayer mode coming in on december so two months into the "season")

#can we please just get more shit to do in the ocean. for the ocean game. #youd think this would be a no brainer but i guess not!!! please give the hunters call more shit just a few more fish im begging you #they keep adding random bullshit to the game that doesnt even have to do with pirates HELLO!!! ITS A PIRATE GAME #im still thinking about. the whole 'real pirates dont steal' and 'real pirates are honorable' etc etc and calling the reapers wrong #but objectively they are the most piratey faction everyone else is just a privateer #IM GOING ON A RANT SORRY I PROMMY I LOVE THE GAME VERY MUCH #I WAS JUST SO EXCITED FOR A POSSIBLE NEW SEA MONSTER RARRGGGHHHH #instead i have just been finding out that the games story is fucked and convoluted and for some reason pirates have some form of morals #like.. idk how to explain it but its literally 'we dont do this for gold we do it for glory and we have to be nice about it' #dont care about the gold <333 #SPEAK FOR YOURSELF!!!!!! I CANT FUCKING AFFORD THE SHIP PAINTS MY MAN!! WHY ARE THEY EIGHT MILLION DOUBLOONS!!! #sot #good god in heaven please grant us more ocean content soon before i go clinically insane and get put in jail amen

[yuuri-nsane]

Bloom [Part Three]

Fandom: Yuuri On Ice

Ship: Viktuuri [Viktor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri]

T/W: noooone, but please tell me if you think there are any i should add! thank youu

Summary: Prince Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki are met with two inexperienced guards? Whatever might happen next?

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] 

a/n: kjsdksg I CANT BREATHE THE THIRD PART IS HEEEEEERE - im very sorry i was going to post this like two days ago but i just kept pushing it back??? btw there isnt that much action soo uhh... anyway this series is dragging on a lot longer than i thought it would but its so much fricking fun so i hope you all enjoy this! thank you so much!

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"I told you I heard something!"

Viktor jolted in fright, whipping his head round to the commotion that had appeared uninvited. His face a clear portrayal of scepticism and slight irritation, as he watched the newly affronted guards catch their breath for but a moment.

One had an accusing finger pointed at Yuuri, an expression of incredulity plastered messily on his face. He seemed more doubtful of the situation than anybody else, as if he were expecting the younger man to disappear right before his eyes.

He began to ramble, his voice screeching frantically as he bounced on the spot. The guard ignored Yuuri's obvious agitation, whether to his knowledge or lack of, and began hurling questions one after another.

"Who are you?!"

"What are you doing in the kitchens at this hour?"

"You-You're not a thief, are you? Or a ruffian? Or, oh God, not an assassin - please don't be an assassin-"

The other guard stood, stoic and seemingly unbothered. He closed his eye in what looked to be hushed ire, before sighing and opening them again. He quirked an eyebrow at the shorter man before him; Yuuri looked away swiftly from both guards - humiliated and looking quite ready for the night to end.

The reserved among the two soldiers had an analytical gaze meander from the shorter male and along an outstretched arm. He seemed to realise what his partner had failed to notice: there was not one, but two people currently in the scullery.

The indifferent guard slowly looked upward, meeting another gaze. 

He gulped, quite obviously.

Viktor noticed this soldier's sudden reaction - now smug and awaiting.

"Leo," the stiff man began softly, eyes wider than saucers as he attempted to gain the other's attention. It did little to do so nonetheless, as Leo's one-sided confrontation with Yuuri was still ongoing.

"Leo," he tried again - a more stern edge in his voice, accompanied by a gentle yet simultaneously harsh shove.

Leo simply ignored his partner, still fixed entirely on Yuuri.

"Leo!"

That, caught the over-eager male. His head whirled to look at his companion, uncertainty all but scribbled onto his face at the panicked cry that had evaded the room.

"Seung-Gil Lee," he finally acknowledged, "What is it?"

Seung-Gil Lee, or Lee - as we'd discover in a moment, raised an all but shaky hand, palm faced upwards and directed at Viktor.

"It's the prince. The crown prince. It's Prince Nikiforov," he all but babbled, a stark contrast to the calm and aloof character he had first presented.

There was a deafening silence before Leo turned to Viktor, his expression morphing into absolute terror.

Viktor let out a little chuckle - his extended arm coming to rest at his side. He threw a devious look at Yuuri, who was still frozen beside him - a look that screamed 'watch this'.

Viktor noted the tiny choke that left Yuuri's lips - truly a magical sound.

"Lee. Lee, tell me this is a dream. Tell me I didn't just do that in front of Prince Nikifo-oh my God, your majesty, I am so sorry!" Leo pinched himself mid rant, his pain shown in his loud exclamation and sudden blasphemy. He bowed unceremoniously, a clumsy action that nearly had him tumbling face first into the tiled floors of the kitchen.

He stayed there for a second, before noting that Lee was still stood straight - stiff and still in shock. He made a grab for his partner's back, pushing his palm flat, and forcing the other into a rapid bend.

"Ah, your-your highness! We didn't-we didn't realise-!"

The crown prince held his hand up, signalling Lee to a halt.

The prince stepped forward, pulling the soldiers at their shoulders to bring them upright. He said, chipperly, "Please, it was an honest mistake! At this time of night, I'm not surprised you almost didn't see me at all!"

Viktor allowed for a blinding heart-shaped smile to grace his lips - his cheeks plumping and eyes crinkling.

"Ah, um, ye-yes, your highness. Thank you, for being so considerate," the shorter soldier squeaked. Leo, was it? Viktor questioned silently, as the other continued, "If, if you don't mind me asking, your majesty, but-but uh, what were you doing here at such a late hour?"

Viktor flinched involuntarily - right, how would he explain that? He wasn't stupid, he knew confessing to sneaking out wouldn't end in his favour. The guards were bound to rat him out to Yakov, it was their job after all, and Viktor all but knew he wouldn't live to see the light of day if Yakov found out he was still sneaking out.

Well.

He didn't get to sneak out anyway, since Yuuri had stopped-

Yuuri.

Yuuri.

That's it!

Viktor grinned to himself, a little white lie forming into an entire charade in his mind.

He opened his mouth, words ready to fire and hopefully avoid an impending doom. Whilst doing so, he swivelled round, ready to pull Yuuri by his side - seconds away from truly selling whatever story he could.

He blinked.

In the exact spot Yuuri had stood was only something empty - providing a clear view of a door held ajar and a dark corridor.

The knights must've noticed too, for the prince heard a startled gasp and a very concerned, 'where the hell did he go-?!'

Viktor grimaced. Without Yuuri, he was going to have to tell the truth.

Fuck.

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"Vitya! You know why you're not allowed out of the castle after dark! It's too dangerous-!"

Viktor was barely listening. In fact, it was safe to say that he wasn't listening at all: his mind solely focused on the enchanting enigma that was Yuuri Katsuki.

He didn't have it in him to be angry at Yuuri's betraying escape - after all, he could only imagine how scared he must've been to be confronted by the prince himself and two other guards.

As fleeting as a dream in the early hours of the morning, Viktor realised. Yuuri was there one moment, and gone the next. A beautiful and mysterious puzzle that Viktor wanted nothing more than to solve.

He was going to find him.

He still needed to thank him, of course. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Viktor may or may not have had such a little infatuation with the man. No way.

"-and yet, you still put yourself and this entire kingdom in danger by sneaking out and, and- Vitya? Viktor! Are you even listening?!"

That jostled Viktor from his internal conflict, and thus, he looked up from where he sat in his advisor's office - offering the most charming smile he could.

"Why, excuse me, dear Yakov. I couldn't help but notice," he started, his voice dripping of honey, "have you lost weight?"

Viktor didn't know what hit him, not until he noted the advisor's missing shoe.

"You brat! I can't believe you! I-"

Yakov sighed. Viktor wondered briefly if he could make it to the door from where he was; maybe he could leg it into his room and take refuge there. It was a big enough living space, and of course dying by starvation sounded much more appealing than dying by Yakov's sightless rage.

Instead of being met with said sightless rage, however, he was met with a wistful sigh and a soft look that he had ever rarely seen on the man’s face.

“I know you aren't happy right now. Not with the...the arrangement." Yakov spat.

Viktor grimaced.

"And I know you want nothing more than to visit that garden. But I also know that stepping out of bounds at such a time will only put you in danger. You're next in line to take the throne, Vitya. You can't afford to risk this. The entire kingdom depends on you."

He hated to admit it. But after listening to him, he realised Yakov was right. As much as he'd wanted to go into the gardens, well... There was still the underlying threat of ruffians from a neighbouring state. If he were to compromise his self, his kingdom wouldn't survive.

He swallowed.

He looked over at the older male.

"I know. I'm sorry."

He feebly risked a glance at his advisor, regarding the tired smile resting on his features.

"Ah, Vitya. You're still young, but you're not a child anymore. Learn what's good for you. Just take care of yourself," Yakov whispered hoarsely. Soon enough, the caring look he portrayed was replaced with a more familiar exasperated expression. "Now get out of here - I have things to do and your father won't be pleased if he finds me having a mothers' meeting with the likes of his only heir."

Viktor smiled cheekily, before standing up and heading to the door, almost tripping over Yakov's shoe-turned-weapon.

Yakov was good to him, despite his brash tendencies. He ought to give him a fruit basket every once in a while.

As he stepped out, he closed the door behind him, and looked over to his right. A large glass-paned window, and before it stood a table with a vase full of dying flowers, and a peculiar small statue of smooth rock. It was of a woman, bathing in the golden sunlight just beginning to peak over the horizon. Behind her, Viktor looked out the window, and watched the pink and gold of the dawning day begin to bleed into one another; an abstract painting littered with the graphite of soaring birds of all shapes and sizes.

Beautiful, he thought, like Yuuri.

He turned and decided his path, when he abruptly collided with something, or more so, someone. He was sent flying backwards, his hands coming to stop his complete fall behind him.

The prince, slightly dazed and left shaken, looked over to the culprit of his unexpected tumble.

Well, speak of the devil.

"Yuuri?"

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