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What would happen if you were sent back and ended up in the orphanage with Tom Riddle—and say you also had magic?

Oh boy.

Well, there's a lot to question here. Judging by the... spirit of this ask, I presume I'm... pretty much reincarnated. I'm in the orphanage, I'm much younger than I am now and a child, I'm pre-Hogwarts age, and I retain my current knowledge.

For the purpose of this ask I suppose I also retain my current mental faculties. Despite being in the body of an eight-year-old, I'm not The Carnivorous Muffin at eight.

Welp, there's a lot to consider here.

First, I probably don't realize I'm in Harry Potter for quite some time and instead assume I've been reincarnated to some parallel universe. It's the 1930's, I'm in England in the depression, WWI has occurred and the vast majority of major historical events I know about seem to have happened in the right order, and this Earth is eerily similar to the Earth I left behind.

Strange that I appear to remember everything of my past life with my adult mental abilities, but alright universe, I guess that's how we're going to play this.

What I do know is that I'm dirt poor, presumably still a woman which does not bode well for my career prospects, and if I want any prospects in life period I'm going to have to fight tooth and nail for it. It'd be great if I got adopted to help with this, and might be nice to have people in my life who love me, but there's a lot of orphans in the world and a lot of orphans who are much less weird than I am.

The orphanage is the orphanage and not great, Mrs. Cole is overworked, the orphanage is chronically understaffed, and the kids are running wild beating the shit out of each other.

Being a girl, I probably don't have to worry about getting the shit kicked out of me quite as much, but I still probably try to keep my head down and don't aggravate the particularly beefy looking orphans.

Yes, there's some very angry gremlin named Tom Riddle around who will shove you down the stairs in retribution, but that's just a weird coincidence. And then supernatural shit starts happening. Billy's rabbit hangs itself, people get injuries when Tom is nowhere near them, and I start wondering if this is really the Tom Riddle.

I'm in Wool's Orphanage, my matron is Mrs. Cole, Tom Riddle is running around lighting things on fire. It's possible, though it could all be a strange coincidence.

Now, how things go from here depends on how controlled my own magic is. Since accidental magic typically does manifest at least once or twice, it probably does manifest for me for.. something. If Tom Riddle's there to witness it then...

Well, I imagine he's very offended. Here he was, special, different, better than everyone else, and then some girl in the orphanage (who dares to get very good grades on her assignments in school) has it too.

And I just stand there, smiling, going "Tee hee".

He probably confronts me to prove that he's better at it than I am, and he probably is unless the universe hates both him and me, but having someone else with the Shining around probably prompts him to take me as his protégé (in part so he can show off and in part because he's genuinely excited to be able to share this super cool talent).

I am now apprentice to eight-year-old Tom Riddle. Whoop de doo.

Well, I don't remember this part of Harry Potter, so now I'm probably confused as to where I am again. Regardless, I try to advise Tom on how to tone it down and not, say, traumatize Amy and Dennis for life and antagonize all the other orphans forever. He probably doesn't take me seriously. What do I know, I can't even light that patch of grass on fire?

Hanging around Tom Riddle gets me a reputation to, given the difference in genders, probably a fairly nasty one at that. When Dumbledore arrives he's undoubtedly told hot gossip about how eleven-year-old Tom and I have had sex in a ritual to summon Satan. Dumbledore takes this seriously.

Dumbledore probably meets us both at the same time and it's a disaster. I tried my best to prep Tom without revealing I'm a prophet, Tom first doesn't believe there might not be others, then doesn't believe they would be antagonist/anything but amazed by how awesome he is.

Well, Dumbledore lights his wardrobe on fire while I sit there. Dying inside. Dumbledore probably also does something to me too, to teach me some kind of lesson about something.

I imagine he temporarily disfigures me/makes me appear very ugly, then sticks a mirror to the wall, that way I realize that looks aren’t everything/being a whore is wrong. Tom, still traumatized over the wardrobe, is no help and my magic’s probably not controlled enough to do a thing about it.

I spend a day looking like a pig, Tom and I are given just enough money to buy new wands and second hand/barely functioning everything else and given the world’s worst directions to Diagon Alley. Thanks, Albus.

Well, months pass, we get our wands, Tom gets excited for Hogwarts and I... start seriously considering the future. WWII is coming, the Blitz is coming, Tom and I live in east London and must be able to evacuate during the bombing of London (which went on well past the Blitz to the end of the war). I also start considering my future in the wizarding world. Do I now actually have career prospects?

Probably not because I’m muggle born and a woman. My best bet is doing very well in useful subjects and finding employment with the goblins, I can’t imagine they have the same hang ups as the wizarding world.

Tom wants to go to Slytherin, of course, I tell him this is a bad idea. “Gee Tom,” I say, “Not sure how I know this but I have this feeling that Slytherin is filled with people who loathe our very existence and will shank us. Why don’t we pick Ravenclaw or Gryffindor instead?”

No one shanks Tom Riddle! Tom says. Tom is still eleven and while he admits that sometimes I may, in retrospect, have been right about certain things that doesn’t mean he wants to go to the house known for hard work. That’s code word for everyone there being a moron and having no other redeeming features than tenacity. As for the other two, Ravenclaws sound like smug, elitist, nerds and Gryffindors like dumb jocks.

Better to be known for ambition, cunning, and actually being competent.

Well, there’s no talking him out of this one, and goddamn it we’re all each other has.

I’m the closest thing Tom Riddle has ever had to a friend in all these years and in the orphanage the only one who could hold a decent conversation with him. And while it’s not my moral obligation to keep Tom from becoming a domestic terrorist, and there’s no guarantee I even can, dumping him for one of the other houses and drifting apart won’t help.

Not to mention that, after all these years, I’m undoubtedly lonely, I’m in this foreign land, and he’s now the closest thing to a friend I have.

Looks like I’m going to Slytherin, YOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO! I shout as a battle cry as tears run down my face. I may have to convince the hat to put me in Slytherin, but like all human beings I am a mixture of many qualities. I’m not cunning in the least, mind games exhaust me unutterably, but I’m full of ambition.

This confirms every bad opinion Dumbledore had regarding me and Tom.

For the next several months, Tom probably beats the shit out of dormmates who steal his things/harass him. He beats up mine too because feminism (TM) means that he should treat all people equally when guilty of the same crime. I... am not sure I can win that fight so I just resign myself to having to adopt some of Tom’s tactics to make sure I’m not shoved in lockers, have tampons thrown at me, or pig’s blood dumped on me at the prom.

Once again, everyone thinks Tom Riddle and I are dating. I don’t even know if they’re wrong at this point.

Well, being in class with eleven year olds who seem to have had little to no prior education, Tom and I are undoubtedly blazing through class. I imagine I’m bored out of my mind (the Hogwarts curriculum sounds unbelievably boring) and Tom is... well, probably devouring the library but probably also bored. I decide to try and see if I can find some real history texts on this world (there are probably none, the wizarding world seems to only have two historians and both... have a different approach to history than current modern thought as I know it) and discover what magic even is. That shit is fascinating: wingardium leviosa is not.

Dumbledore likely gives neither me nor Tom points in class, I think the house cup is stupid, so I really don’t care. I have no interest in playing quidditch, neither does Tom, so that doesn’t happen.

The second world war starts up, Tom, me, and the muggle borns are the only ones who give a flying fuck. I work harder on figuring out how to get lodging during the Blitz/the bombing of London. Unfortunately, Mrs. Cole hates me too for being the Bride of Satan, so that’s a no go. Third year, 1939, I probably write her in earnest anyway telling her to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, send Tom and I instructions for the summer/where the orphans are staying/how they’ve been dispersed to the countryside. As a back up plan, I try desperately to shmooze shopkeepers in Hogsmeade during every Hogsmeade weekend to get myself and Tom part time jobs and lodging over the summer. As a back up back up plan, I spend my time badgering Tom to become very good at survivalist wandless magic and if the Lord has pity on me gain some ability in it myself.

Hopefully, either Mrs. Cole or one of the Hogsmeade shop owners take pity on us. If not, then Tom and I are going extreme camping. Given Mrs. Cole (and the brain damage brought on by Dumbledore erasing memories left and right) and the likelihood of Hogsmeade shop owners just not getting it, Tom and I probably go extreme camping.

(Tom, meanwhile, asks Dippet and Dumbledore if we can stay in Hogwarts over the summer. He’s told no exceptions. London’s being bombed, you say? No exceptions. Toodles. Tom is never the same.)

Me, Tom Riddle, a tent we made ourselves, several rabbits we had to catch and skin ourselves, and the pitiful fire that we can keep going through pure will alone because if we try to use real people spells then we’ll get arrested. It has the benefit of making Tom feel very manly and impressive, catching his own food, but both of us are well aware that this sucks.

But hey, we aren’t dead.

Well, I’m sure Tom doesn’t appreciate that and this is where I imagine he seriously starts talking about violent revolution. I imagine much of my time is spent discussing the merits of not violently overthrowing our ant overlords. I imagine a thirteen-year-old Tom isn’t impressed by my pacifism, but he’s not married to Voldemort yet (probably).

Then I imagine the horcrux thing comes up and... Well, I will argue hard against it. Humans die, it is a truth of the universe, and simply something we have to accept. Horcruxes are not a measure against that, they can be destroyed, given infinite time they will be, and the sacrifice they require is too high: human life as well as the very essence of who you are.

What is a soul? I’m not sure, we never really learn in HP canon, but whatever it is, it is in some way the essence of yourself. If you take half of it and throw it somewhere else, you will cease to be you, someone or something else is walking around in your body while the other half of you exists in endless agony.

If you must chase immortality, create a philosopher’s stone (as I darkly wonder why it was that couldn’t be replicated and what Flamel had to do to make it in the first place). On second thought, maybe we should search for the Holy Grail.

Whether I can talk Tom out of this or not is... unclear. I’m going to say that I can, in part because I imagine he’ll want to show the chamber off to me, tell me when he realizes he’s Heir of Slytherin, and in doing so I can prevent the basilisk incident from occurring. Without that, there’s no dead Myrtle, which means no first victim. That summer, when he goes to the Gaunts, I’ll go with him and convince him that it’s not worth it. He can just turn around and leave these people alone, I hopefully can talk him down. Which means no second victim.

I start writing Flamel to see if Tom or I can get an apprenticeship (Dumbledore probably beats us to the chase and poisons him against us, but it’s worth a shot).

Then, should all go well, I can convince Tom to find employment with the goblins rather than shady antique dealers on the bad side of town. Hopefully, I can convince him to never become Voldemort, and instead we travel the world together looking for the origins of magic or something.

Dumbledore goes around taking people’s memories of us in preparation for when Tom becomes a dark lord and I his lady of the night darkness.

TL;DR Apparently my life would become an SI/Tom Riddle fic. So, thanks anon.

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QUESTION:

It has been 13 years since you were selected by Harriet to finish the Wheel of Time. After 13 years have passed, like, has the shock worn off yet?

BRANDON SANDERSON:

Yes and no. There are times when I look back and I just I’m like that was really a surreal event in my life. Nothing quite can ever compare to getting a phone call being asked to finish the Wheel of Time. I look back and I’m like how did that even happen?

For those who don’t know, I didn’t apply for it. Harriet just called me and it’s really, really strange. At the same time the fact that I am a best-selling author has kind of settled in because I have to deal with it every day and I’m very used to it at this point. And so the public’s attention being on me, I have gotten used to that. The fact that I got that random phone call still is really weird when you look back at. I don’t know if you have things in your life like that, where you’re like: “Man, that really happened!” That is really strange, like winning the lottery, right? I always describe it as winning the lottery that you didn’t know you’d entered. It’s more like actually getting an inheritance you didn’t know you were getting, but someone you loved of course had to die for you to get the inheritance. So it’s still wrapped up in weird emotions for me.

QUESTION:

The way that Harriet became aware of you was because her friend Elise Matheson was printing out blog posts and other news clippings that were online where there was a news report or tribute to Robert Jordan and yours was on that list and Harriet read that and ran with it from there. So it almost seems to me that you’ve written some amazing things, but maybe that blog post might have been the most important of your career in some ways.

BRANDON SANDERSON:

The single most significant three paragraphs in my entire career are probably that little blog post. […] The weird thing is that I was late. I spent about a week thinking about, “What do I write?” and everybody had tributes come out like the day after and I didn’t jump on that. You see me posting things later when I do blog post reactions. I often am like, “I want to think about this.” And so if I hadn’t waited who knows if that would have come up in the search results. First, because it was brand new when Elise was looking for things. Who knows, if I’d waited one more day it wouldn’t have popped up? If I’d written it the week before, maybe it wouldn’t have either. That’s just one of those things, right?

QUESTION:

What would you say to 2007 Brandon?

BRANDON SANDERSON:

I have read this book where you go back in time, and it never turns out well. I would not go back in time and say anything to myself because I would end up as my own grandfather somehow. And then I would need, like, Christopher Lloyd to show up and help me fix all the problems in my life.

But if I take it non-jokingly, I don’t know. I’ve never been asked this one before. It’s usually your young writer self, what would you say? I honestly have no idea. Maybe I would say it’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna do a good job. Don’t stress this as much as you are. But maybe it’s stressing it that made me do a good job? And I haven’t stressed over a book as much as those books ever. Except maybe my very first release with Elantris. But I am not high stress person, so even that level of stress is nothing compared to what I know a lot of other people stress about.

The nice thing is that by 2007 I was confident in my writing. There were things I needed to learn. There were going to be some hard things I needed to learn and I learned them over the next five years. And it was a tough growing period of writing.

I might say take another stab at Mat once you think you got him. Listen to Jason (Denzel) when he says Mat’s off. Because you (Jason) were the first to point that out to me. I might say Padan Fain. A lot of people are going to think there needs to be a little more. Can you write like 2000 more words on the Padan Fain narrative arc for a Memory of Light? Remember to do that. Brandon, they’re gonna split into three books anyway. Stop stressing about trying to get them all into one book. They are not gonna let that happen. Tor’s not gonna throw that money away. They are going to insist on three books. So plan it that way from the beginning and maybe the timeline issues and Towers of Midnight would have been solved. I’m mostly looking at warning myself to prepare things for the future.

QUESTION:

You and I have talked about that in the past. Rand had a very climactic moment at the end of The Gathering Storm. And then you had some moments but it largely became Perrin and Mat’s book in Towers of Midnight. And then we got back to Rand again…

BRANDON SANDERSON:

I actually like that breakdown. I don’t think I’d change that. I think that Rand in Towers of Midnight being a little bit like Rand in the Dragon Reborn where you’re getting some distance from Rand, because he’s gone through a major change and you’re seeing him externally for a little while.

Actually, I think that’s a selling point of the Dragon Reborn and I like having echoed that in my three, where you know that distance [is there] and then you get back in his head and you’re like: “No, this is the Rand I still love”. This is the same person, he’s just developed. He’s changed a little bit. And that distance, that time with distance, it just gives you a different perspective on the character.

Like I said you are in Rand’s head in the Dragon Reborn, but he feels like a different character, and then we get our Rand back in book 4. I really like how Jim pulled that off. I wasn’t doing that intentionally, but in hindsight looking back, it feels like the right way to do that.

I would try to fix the timeline issues though. I did a lot of work in the Gathering Storm when it was one book to overlap Perrin’s climax and Rand’s climax at the kind of center point of the story which became the two endings of Towers of Midnight and the Gathering Storm. And because those originally had been overlapping back and forth timelines and were split into two books—which again I kind of like how it went—it was clunky since it wasn’t designed that way from the get-go.

QUESTION:

About the deleted chapters you did for the charity novels and are there anymore that might appear?

BRANDON SANDERSON:

No, the only other scene I think I’ve mentioned before; I have like that brief like two-page scene where ladies weave the bridal wreath for Rand. I’ve talked about that before. That’s the only significant chunk they got cut that’s left and it’s only like two pages. The ones were like full things, so someday we’ll find a place for that. I don’t think we have yet, but someday we’ll find a place for that, but it’s only two pages. It is real short.

Did I tell you why that got cut? I should mention it. So it was actually really cool. I wanted to get Rand engaged, have the bridal wreath and have all three of them like weave it together and kind of use some Aiel tradition there and whatnot. And it was a really great scene. I enjoyed it. Everybody liked it.

Then we put the book together. Because often I will write—when I have a large number of viewpoints, I will write a chunk of viewpoints from a character’s viewpoint, and then at the end is when I really start putting things together and then I have to smooth between these things and make sure that the pacing is right. Because you don’t want all sorts of dry scenes together. You don’t want too many action scenes together, unless it’s at the end where you do want a lot of action scenes, and you want to kind of be bouncing back and forth. There’s just a rhythm and feel to it that usually I have a pretty good instinct [for] while I’m writing knowing how they’re going to fold together.

But once in a while you get something that just sticks out like a sore thumb and this was one. Because it was opposite the Talmanes’ scenes going in Caemlyn and like dramatic scenes of people getting stabbed by myrddraal and nearly dying and all this stuff. And it was more powerful stuff. It was really nice tense stuff and then you jump back and the girls were like “Tee-hee, I am like this branch that I’m weaving into the bridal wreath. It has thorns!” And it just did not work!

I’m making it sounds sillier than it was. It wasn’t that silly, but it did not fit thematically. Harriet was like “Oh, this does not match at all.” I’m like “Yeah, you are totally right.” So we cut that one up, which made me feel sad because I did want to get them engaged. I know a lot of people have been waiting for that, but it had to go just for the strength of the opening narrative. That one’s around. It’s fun. You can imagine [it] exactly as what it is. All three go out and gather different things to put into the thing and you don’t seem them gathering, they just come together and say “Here, I brought this. It’s a good match for us because of this” and they kind of weave it all together. Maybe someday we’ll get that but there’s not a whole lot left.

Getting the Perrin through the Ways out—like, I had wanted to find a place for that for a while because I really liked that sequence. I’ve mentioned before that when I look back at it, I’m like, “it needs a lot of revision,” so I actually had to spend a lot more time revising that sequence for the charity anthology than I did the other one, which I just kind of chopped up and it was good to go. Because that had lasted all the way until the last edit, but the Perrin scenes got cut out earlier after we did a bunch of just timeline rejiggering and things like that. Harriet had not been pleased with my depiction of the Ways, and looking back—I think I mentioned this in the Forward—she was right. And that took a lot of revision to make feel right, which I wasn’t planning on spending, like I spent two weeks revising that little sequence for the charity anthology, but I wanted it to be good.

It was fun because when I sent it to Maria to look through to make sure I hadn’t broken anything too big continuity-wise even though it’s not canon, she wrote back. She’s like “This was so nice, being able to actually read Wheel of Time and edit it again.” It was like a bright spot. And that’s kind of how I had felt on it. So it was nice to work on but it was way more work than I expected. The bridal scene will not get similar treatment if we find a place for it in a future Unfettered or something like that.

QUESTION:

Aside from that do you have other scenes still remaining, deleted scenes that could potentially see the light of day?

BRANDON SANDERSON:

I don’t think there is anything else at all. I don’t think there are even any scraps or fragments. Everything that Jim wrote I put in the book in some way. There is maybe some Q&A stuff that didn’t get in the book. In one of his Q&A’s with Maria in the notes he was talking about … No, no, this wasn’t from the Q&A. It was just notes from books back that they found dug in there that they were having Rand use the Choedan Kal. Jim had in the notes Rand using the male one at the end of the series but that one was destroyed. It was the access key that was destroyed. I’m like so do we find another access key or was this just old information contradicted other things? Because this was like he was writing book eight or something, he was thinking about doing that and they found a little note file for it. They’re like maybe we use these things, maybe we find another access key or whatnot.

There is stuff like that in the notes that would be fun to release. The fans could like imagine the what if because it’s entirely possible that rather than going with the Callandor solution, Jim would have gone with the Choedan Kal that he would have decided: “No, no, the right thing to do is to find another access key” or something like that or whatnot. And then you have a different twist on the ending using that. There are things like that that could be fun to see from the notes. I don’t know how much has been dug up, how much of it Harriet put in the library.

QUESTION:

Mat and Tuon are my favorite characters. Is there anything little or unknown about them that you can share with us?

BRANDON SANDERSON:

Everything I had from Jim that was in the notes I was given—now, remember, I had people look through the notes and give me the stuff that they thought was relevant, Maria and Alan did. So there’s entirely possibly like a lot of the things that are notes that I didn’t see were drafts of appendices that Robert Jordan added things to, and then taken out from like book 7 and 6 and 8 and stuff like that. And there might be things in there.

Everything I had either was in the books—or because that last scene was written by him, the one with Mat and Tuon in the epilogue—he had done a draft on that scene so I was pointing everything toward that scene to just get it in. So that I could drop it in as close as how he’d done it as possible. The only thing that I know is that Mat does go to Seanchan and that eventually he’s found in a gutter without his hat having gambled it all away. And he’s muttering “I lost it all” or “I gambled a lot away” or something like that. That’s in the notes for the outriggers.

The notes for the outriggers are three sentences and one of them is about Mat having lost it all. We can guess he goes to Seanchan. We can guess that he ruins, messes things up and then spends several books fixing them again which is how Mat basically rolls. That would be my guess.

We can guess that Perrin has to go. We think Perrin thinks he has to go to kill Mat. We don’t know but one of those sentences is Perrin is going travelling on a boat thinking about how he’s got to go kill a friend. So there’s got to be some tensions between the continents and things like that, and I would assume that hijinks ensued, but your imagination has got to go on this one. That is literally all I know about Mat and Tuon going forward.

Fun fact is that this was somewhere in the notes but they hadn’t shown it to me, I came up with a new name for Tuon and then Maria’s like: “Oh, Jim came up with one of these” and it was two letters off. We’d both come up with the like exact same new longer name for her. And that was cool, that I had been enough on the same wavelength. And we of course used his. But that’s kind of fun because I think we were both looking at the list of Old Tongue words and found something that worked together and came together and it sounds like fortune and that’s the same direction I’d gone.

Maybe he’d written something that had told me that I should go that direction but either way, that’s a fun thing. There is a little email from Maria saying: “Hey, we should use Jim’s name for this!” And then it was almost exactly the same. I felt very cool on that day. I can’t remember what mine is because Fortuona ended up in the book but mine also started with f, o, r and then I think I had an extra syllable in there and I had Tuon in there as well but maybe my ending letters to it were different or something, I can’t remember.

QUESTION:

I know you’ve spoken a lot about that you’ve read some of these early scripts and…

BRANDON SANDERSON:

Yeah, I’ve read the first six. Still haven’t seen seven or eight.

QUESTION:

I know you’ve had a chance to talk to Rafe (Judkins). I am really curious what your take is going to be and how you’re going to be involved or how, if I can use the word “possessive” of it, that you’ll be when they hopefully get to the end of this saga. When they’re in their season seven or eight and it’s covering your books and to see how much they keep and change. And how much they’ll have to change because their previous changes will lead to, you know, have ripple effects.

BRANDON SANDERSON:

This is uncharted territory for me. And I have no idea. It could be like Game of Thrones where despite the changes they stay pretty much according to what are the big events, so what I wrote ends up there. But it could go completely different.

As I’ve said to people, I envision this as a new turning of the Wheel. It’s the same souls but in a different actual turning of the Wheel. It’s not the one that Jim and I worked on. It’s a different version of it. And so some of the same events are happening, others are different and being rearranged and so. I don’t know. Like my experience has been fantastic working with Rafe (Judkins) so far. But the sum total of my involvement is: I talked to Rafe and tell him what I felt about various scripts and things. I went on set one time and I was mostly there so they could interview me for b-roll to use in their “making of” and to actually let me meet the actors and things like that.

I am not a significant player in the series. I don’t know, maybe they will want me to be more of [one] when it gets to my books. My instincts say that I will become less and less needed. And I am not even sure how much I was needed right now because Rafe knows, has a vision, and is doing a good job with it.

I’ve been in his shoes before but it’s almost like the handoff, at least the way it’s supposed to work, between past presidents where they like leave a letter and are there for a phone call if you have a question for them, but mostly you find your own way. And that’s kind of how it is with me.

QUESTION:

Did you ask them about having a cameo?

BRANDON SANDERSON:

I didn’t ask them about having a cameo, no. Maybe eventually in my own things I want to have a cameo but in the back of my mind I was like if I do a cameo I should do it when they get to the material I wrote. That’s more appropriate and so I haven’t asked for one yet. I hope the series takes off and then they get to mine and then we stick in a Brandon cameo.

For those who haven’t heard one of the things I want to do for my books when they get made is I want to die in various different—like I show up, I’m like the Kenny from South Park of the Cosmere or whatever. In every season there’s a version of me that dies in some horrible way, you know, just like a redshirt [from Star Trek] or something like that. I think that would be a lot of fun. You need people falling off the wall, getting eaten by koloss. I’m one of those people. Stuff like that. It just feels like revenge the characters could have on me and it could be this fun little thing. Stan Lee covered the cute cameo. I could cover the gruesome death cameo role.

QUESTION:

Having been through a full three books and years of working on it, what sort of high level general advice would you offer to the people, the writers in the writing room working on the series?

BRANDON SANDERSON:

I actually talked to Rafe about some of this stuff. Number one was of course, Mat’s harder to write than he looks. I actually did say ask Jason (Denzel). Mat is harder to write than he looks.

I talked about the kind of soul of the Wheel of Time. What makes the Wheel of Time work. I remember talking to him about the interview that I heard with Jim where someone asked him summarize the Wheel of Time and he hummed and he didn’t want to do it but he eventually said what it’s like to be the normal person and be told you need to save the world. They put that burden upon you that you’ve got to save the world and you’ll probably die doing it and it’s not a burden you wanted. What do you do with that? If there’s a core theme of the Wheel of Time it is either that, or the core theme of old things become new and new things become old, used in interesting and different ways both with the characters and the world building and things like that.

I talked about some of that stuff. But really what worked for me and what anyone has to do who’s in this situation is read through the books, feel the books and then try to have that in mind when you’re working on it. Anytime I started to get lost, I just went back to the books and read what Jim had written and it pulled me back in. When I was working on—and I reread the Eye of the World when I was working on the deleted scene we talked about—it threatened to do that to me again. I was pulled in I’m like “Ooh, this and that!” and the books are just so descriptive, with lush use of language in a way that never feels like it bogs down. You just have to go to the books. He won’t do it the way I did it and that’s all right as long as he’s going to the books and he’s like feeling the soul of those books.

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Huge thank you to @highladyluck for being my editor.

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My Little Music Box (Part 4/?) -Victuuri Composer!AU-

Not sure if anyone here is following this fic but here’s an update!!!! This chapter is dedicated to the lovely broship of Yuuri and Yuri cuz they deserve each other and they make the cutest dynamics of friends ever and I will forever love anything relating to their friendship~

Sorry it took so long for an update tee hee~

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Yuri frowned as his call didn’t get through yet again. Victor was supposed to be back two weeks ago but instead he was spotted still loitering in the land of the rising Sun.

“What is that idiot still doing in Japan?” he asked himself.

But Mila was within earshot and didn’t miss a thing. The violinist snuck up on Yuri and wrapped her arms around his neck, “You know, Yura, I’ve realized that lately his pictures are… very strange.”

“What’re you talking about, you old hag?”

Mila excused the rude label in turn to provoke Yuri even more, “His pictures went from being selfies to I don’t know-“ Mila shrugged, “-like someone taking it for him? ALL of the recent pictures were taken by ‘someone’. I mean, if you think about it, why else would Vitya still be in Japan unless…” she trailed teasingly.

She knew nothing frustrated Yuri more than Victor finding someone else to be his partner and ‘prodigy’.

What Mila did not know, was that Yuri proceeded to pack a few of his belongings and took the first flight to Japan the very next week. He was determined to knock some sense into Victor and to prove himself to Victor. They promised a composition damn it.

Yuri grumbled once he was seated in the plane, “I’m gonna find that loser and ground him to dust.”

Yuuri sneezed all of a sudden just as he and Victor got off the long train ride.

“Yuuri? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little chilly.”

Victor smiled at him and accepted his answer.

They’d been gone for a few weeks; traveled to 13 different places throughout Japan, ate all kinds of food and took hundreds of photos. Yuuri was surprised Phichit didn’t leak any news about him and Victor but it’s not like he had any proof. Still, that didn’t stop Leo or Guang Hong from sending congratulatory texts.

After marking off their last destination on the map Victor carried around, the two of them dragged their bags to catch another train. Minako would pick them up at the station and then take them to Yuuri’s home where all of Victor’s belongings and purchases during their trip had been sent to. To be honest, Yuuri feared coming home. Because he’d have to give Victor his answer soon.

Leaving home was not difficult for him but the dread of not being able to reach Victor’s expectations was starting to overwhelm Yuuri. Victor had laid out his plans of having Yuuri move in with him in Russia and to plant their base in Victor’s selected institution where they’d have endless usage of the facilities. Victor would prepare a contract that lasted one year of their companionship and possible record deals should they be successful in composing music together.

Yuuri had 4 days before Victor planned on returning to Russia. Four days. To decide if he was willing to take the risk of failing again, possibly suffering a bigger downfall since he’ll drag Victor down with him.

“Yuuri.” Victor coaxed gently.

Yuuri broke out his thoughts with a gasp. He turned sharply to Victor who was smiling warmly, “We’re here.”

Indeed, they were back ‘home’. Yuuri’s home.

Minako excitedly picked them up at the station and began asking about their trip. Victor returned the enthusiasm with endless stories of his and Yuuri’s time together. Meanwhile, Yuuri shut them out. He drifted in his own thoughts, often drowning in them without anyone noticing. He caught Victor sending worried looks at him (his silence) but Yuuri opted to ignore him.

Yuuri succeeded ignoring Victor the whole journey back as Minako kept conversing. Even when they arrived at the onsen, Victor was too busy being showed around by Yuuri’s family to realize that Yuuri had snuck out without him. It’d be the second time Yuuri successfully got away from Victor intentionally. However, he couldn’t escape Makacchin. The loyal dog barked after him and casually joined his slow jog a few blocks down the onsen.

He shook his head with a helpless smile before he ushered the dog to run beside him. Makacchin happily complied. Makacchin fit Vicchan’s gap beside Yuuri excessively. Yuuri even laughed when the dog almost tripped him, just like his old poodle used to do.

The journey to the university felt shorter with Makacchin around. Yuuri’s chest felt light too.

The guards looked warily at the pair but recognized Yuuri as Nishigori’s friend so they let him pass.

“C’mon Makacchin, let’s see if Yuuko has any treats for you.”

The poodle barked excitedly.

Yuuko was on her way to class when Yuuri found her but she gave him her pass card before she parted, winking suggestively. Yuuko knew him too well, well enough to know when he needed an escape from life and his one and only method was to play that grand piano in that lonely hall.

“I have some jerky in my office and you know where the dog bowls are. Feel free to use ‘em~” Yuuko skipped down the hall while humming a tune.

Yuuri still had a hard time believing how happy she gets knowing he was playing the piano again.

In Yuuko’s office, Yuuri filled up a bowl of water for Makacchin and treated him with small pieces of beef. After resting for a bit, Yuuri sighed heavily.

Makacchin was sprawled on the floor when Yuuri asked, “Do you want to come with me or…?”

Of course the dog jumped into a ready stance and barked at him. It reminded him of how Victor would pique every time Yuuri suggested going somewhere of his own will. Makacchin was definitely Victor’s dog.

Victor wasn’t surprised that Yuuri wanted to get away from everything. But taking Makacchin with him? Unforgivable. (No, not Yuuri, Makacchin)

How could his poodle choose Yuuri over him? That never happened before. A memory from the back of his mind resurfaced. Victor, Makacchin is sleeping in my room tonight.

Okay, so maybe his poodle had chosen Yuuri a few times but that was just for nightly cuddles. This was broad daylight companionship.

Victor didn’t even have to ask anyone where Yuuri would go to. While the piano at the bar was usable, Victor had a hunch Yuuri would aim for the grand piano at the hall in his previous institution. It was after all, the place he most frequented, Yuuko once said.

Yuuri stared down at the piano keys in front of him. Then he looked up to the empty sheets he’d taken from Yuuko’s shelf. He honestly could not remember when he last wrote down a composition or what the piece had even been.

He wanted to get started on the first assignment Victor had given him. It was just a whim, Yuuri figured. Victor gave him the assignment while they were both flushed from alcohol and their words were slurred but the memory of it was clear. Victor’s first assignment for him was simple, ‘Write someone’s story’. Sounded easy enough but Victor made a catch that he himself was not meant to be the inspiration for the new assignment.

That left Yuuri numb and lost. Throughout his life, Victor Nikiforov was his only inspiration. Take it away and he was left with nothing. He never had to compose alone without a muse.

Thus, Yuuri went back to staring at the black and white keys. Someone’s story. Anyone.

Suddenly, Yuuri’s eyes sparkled with an idea. He didn’t know anyone intimately. But he knew himself. It would take a while. A very long while actually. Yuuri couldn’t dive straight into his own story. He had to pick up his own pieces and reflect his own self in his music. He needed to practice.

So Yuuri began to picture people in his life and extracted them in his head. He started with Yuuko first. How she looked like as the years passed since Yuuri was a little boy, how proud she looked when Yuuri played her the first Nikiforov piece he had ever altered, how her tears spilled when Yuuri shut the world out after the Grand Finals last year and how happy she looked now, knowing Yuuri was playing again.

She was her own queen, fair and loving, one of the beloved maidens in Yuuri’s heart.

He didn’t know what he was doing until his fingers started dancing on the keys.

It was a new melody, a new story; Yuuko’s story from Yuuri’s narration.

The composition was sweet and elegant, fit for a queen. Yuuri started smiling as he played.

The Queen was a ruler of her own kingdom. One day, out of the goodness of her heart, she helped to raise a difficult child. He had no words to say, nor talents to give. But the Queen taught him to speak and gave him an instrument to play, bringing out the best in him even when no one else believed in him. She loved him dearly and watched him grow. But one day, the Queen was left heartbroken as the child left her without a word. She mourned for the child that was not hers to raise or bear and patiently waited for his return. Joy reigned the Queen’s world once more when the child returned to her side as a grateful prince. Should they ever part again, the prince vowed to leave her with goodbyes and promised returns. The Queen happily forgive him, welcomed him into her arms and took him on his vow. The Queen was never disheartened again. She lived happily knowing that the child would always return.

Yuuri felt a cold shudder run down his spine as the music came to a stop. He felt tears spill as he panted from the intensity and intimacy of the song. He was not aware how much they loved each other until he laid out their past together.

Makacchin whined from beside the piano stool at seeing Yuuri’s tears. The poodle even raised its front paws to rest on the seat as it nudged its head against Yuuri’s hip.

Yuuri let out a soft laugh and tussled the poodle’s fur in between its ears, grateful for the comfort, “I’m alright Makacchin.” ‘Just a little overwhelmed.’

A big inhale and exhale later, Yuuri started retracing his own composition and began writing it on the empty sheets. He knew there were some mistakes since it’s been awhile but he couldn’t stop the adrenaline in his fingers. The numb fingertips and shaky bearings were doing horrible things to his writing and it got him laughing at some point.

He hoped to play the song for Yuuko one day. He hoped she could hear their story. And he hoped she would forgive him and accept him like the Queen did, even if he was no prince.

The biggest sensation in the university was the arrival of Victor Nikiforov. It would be enough excitement to last till the next decade. What Yuuko never expected was for the excitement to increase ten folds not more than a month later.

It started with the whispers, from the hallways and in the classrooms. Then it was the giggles and girls visibly plotting on… something.

And then it was the shout of a person asking where Victor Nikiforov was. There were rumors of the young composer from Russia, a musician with pure talent and the ferocity of a tiger. A young-

“Yuri Plisetsky…” Yuuko said the name as it dawned on her who she caught shouting at her students in one of the music halls.

At hearing his name, the composer turned to Yuuko and rudely shouted, “OI! Where’s Victor Nikiforov?!”

Yuuko raised a finger to say something but then the finger wandered to her chin as her mouth closed in thought. She didn’t actually know where Victor was. She only knew where Yuuri was.

“I’m not sure but Yuuri’s here. You can ask him.”

Yuri seemed confused at the use of his name in her sentence. Thinking back, it did make her sound a little delirious.

She cleared her throat, “I didn’t mean you, I meant Katsuki Yuuri. He just came back with Victor this morning! Right now he’s practici-“

Yuuko was silenced as Yuri cornered her, “Who is… Katsuki Yuuri?”

The serene smile never left Yuuko’s face, she was talking to an adolescent and children never intimidated her, “Victor’s companion!” she answered truthfully.

Yuuri had forgotten the element of time as he went on replaying Yuuko’s song and rewriting parts of it onto the music sheet. Makacchin was snoring peacefully on the stage, right by Yuuri’s feet.

He hadn’t realized how immersed he was until someone tapped him on his shoulder from behind him.

Yuuri broke out of his stupor with a shiver, “Victor.” He knew from the familiar scent of Victor’s fragrant cologne. He was a little surprised he didn’t hear Victor come in. Then again, he didn’t hear Victor the first time either a few weeks ago when they first met.

Victor was pressed against his back, a hand still rested on Yuuri’s right shoulder as the man reminded in a warning tone, “Yuuri you’re supposed to be resting. The hours we traveled from last night till this morning takes a lot out of you.”

Yuuri chuckled at that, “You look fine to me.”

“You underestimate how often I travel, Yuuri.” Victor’s voice was stern but still playful.

Victor lifted his eyes to see the scribbled notes on the sheets on the music rack.

“Were you composing something?”

“Yes..” Yuuri answered breathlessly.

In came to Victor’s attention that Yuuri’s breathing was labored and there was noticeable heat under his hand where it rested on Yuuri’s shoulder. Victor gave Yuuri’s shoulder a little squeeze and let it glide to the curve of Yuuri’s exposed neck. The gesture made Yuuri sigh shakily from the contrast of temperature. Where Victor’s skin was cold, Yuuri’s skin was burning.

Victor frowned in concern, “Yuuri, are you-“

A loud slam of the door interrupted Victor, followed by the shouts of a loud voice, “OI YOU PIG-!” the intruder paused when he and Victor made eye contact, “VICTOR!”

“Yura?”

Yuuri saw the younger composer hurriedly approach them. He reminded him of a tiger. He remembered Yuri Plisetsky. He remembered the intensity of his music. He remembered that Yuri came from the same country as Victor. Which meant-

“Oh Victor you’re here! Welcome back!” Yuuko smiled from behind Yuri.

“Thank you, Yuuko.”

Yuri seemed to ignore everything as he ran up to the stage excitedly. Of course, he didn’t miss the other presence, that pig that thinks he can get away with having Victor all to himself.

He stood in front of the piano and determinedly ordered, “Victor, come back to Russia with me!”

Victor felt more than saw the flinch from the pianist who was still sitting on the stool. Ever since that day they discussed about the possible outline of the contract, Yuuri never mentioned the topic again. Victor never knew how Yuuri felt about it until someone else forced it upon them.

“Yura, I will when it’s time for me to go. For now-“

“Do you even hear yourself?! You said you’d come back when you can’t find-“

“I did. And he’s right here with me, composing.”

It surprised both Yuuri and Yuri to hear Victor admit it out loud. Yuri because Victor never made it public and Yuuri because Victor never said it to anyone but to Yuuri himself.

“That’s why I’m staying, Yura.”

Yuuri watched as the anger inside Yuri boiled and came forth. The glare he sent Yuuri was menacing.

“YOU LEFT EVERYTHING FOR THIS?! WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON’T?! I WAITED AND PRACTICED YEARS TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, YOU KNOW THAT!”

Yuuri silently spoke to himself in his mind, ‘That’s right… There are many others more qualified than me.’

“YOU EVEN PROMISED ME A COMPOSITION TOGETHER! YOU CAN’T JUST TRAVEL ALL OVER THE WORLD, FIND SOMEONE AND LEAVE HOME FOREVER!”

‘I stole Victor’s attention unwillingly didn’t I?’

“HE’S JUST ANOTHER WORTHLESS COMPOSER YOU PROBABLY FEEL SORRY FOR-“

‘But I am worth it.’

Yuuri read Yuri’s wrath and turned back sharply to the piano. Despite the haze in his eyes and the dizziness in his head, he wanted to shove Yuri’s emotions back at him.

His arms raised dramatically before he smashed into the keys and moved dangerously fast across the white and black. He emphasized each note as though they were all meant to be played with the dynamic sign of fortississimo or higher.

Yuuri channeled all that rage and began realizing that the story he told had no motive. Why was Yuri Plisetsky so angry? Yuuri didn’t even know him. Yuri could be angry at him for taking Victor away. But that wasn’t it, was it? Yuri was angry, frustrated and… The intended rang inside Yuuri as he played impossibly faster and louder. Yuri was desperate. For something, for Victor. For an unfulfilled promise Victor had not kept. Desperate for Victor.

This was a mere child in need of a specific person’s attention. A child that underestimated why Victor chose Yuuri over him. In the end, Yuri Plisetsky was still, just a child. And Yuuri felt guilt wreck him for even wanting to silence the young composer. Yuuri knew his own worth (sort of). He shouldn’t have to prove it, to a child no less.

Yuuri’s fingers were sweating and turning red at the tips where his pressing nails were continuously going over its limits. The rushed and angry song went on for a full 2 minutes before Yuuri ended it as abruptly as he had started.

He found it hard to breath and difficult to see but he looked up to Yuri who was standing in front of him, in front of the piano. There was shock in those beautiful emerald eyes and a childlike curiosity along with hints of admiration.

“Look at me.” Yuuri spoke but it came out as a hoarse whisper. He fell back with closed eyes but was caught by Victor. When Victor’s cold palm brushed his forehead, Yuuri tilted his head back to stare up into Victor’s concerned eyes, “…At least once, please look at me….. Victor.”

Yuuri’s hands slipped tiredly from the piano keys, making a weird sound from the random accidentally played notes.

Before he let himself go completely, Yuuri looked back to Yuri, “…that’s your song…”

In the quietness of the aftershock of Yuuri’s sudden music, the pianist slumped against Victor’s body, passed out from overexertion and the fever that slowly surfaced inside him since his return.

Victor gently manhandled Yuuri till he was able to carry Yuuri in his arms. He turned to Yuuko who was at the bottom of the stage, still shocked herself.

“He’s running high right now. Is there a clinic in the university?”

Yuuko took a while to compose her thoughts, “Y-Yes, it’s near my office. Beside it actually.”

Victor nodded once and swiftly carried Yuuri out of the hall with Makacchin close behind. Yuuko went on the stage to pick up Yuuri’s glasses and the sheets on the music rack.

“Would you like to go there as well, Yuri?”

Yuri nodded dumbly, “Mm.”

The doctor prescribed a few medication to help with the fever and encouraged a few days of good quality rest. Since Victor came by taxi and Yuuri walked to the university, it only seemed fit that Victor accept Yuuko’s offer to drive them back to the onsen.

While Yuuko left to bring her car around so that it’ll be a shorter distance for Victor to transport Yuuri, Victor sat with Yuri on Yuuri’s bedside.

They were both thinking about the lightning effect of Yuuri’s earlier composition. It was so strong and powerful, unlike anything Victor ever heard Yuuri play. But, more than the music itself, he wondered about what Yuuri said at the end of it.

“Is that really how you feel, Yura? Was Yuuri right?”

As ashamed as he was, Yuri didn’t deny it, “How did he even- I didn’t- Did he really- He said it was my song.” Yuuri frowned, “We don’t even know each other.”

Victor smiled, “If he’s right, I don’t think you can question my choice anymore.”

That caused Yuri to look even more displeased.

“It’s true you don’t know each other.” Victor hummed, “Maybe you should. I enjoyed his company aside from enjoying his music.”

“Pfft. Like I don’t have anything better to do.”

That’s what Yuri said but he still followed Victor to Yuuko’s car and he still got down at the onsen despite Yuuko’s offer to accommodate him.

Yuri was dubbed as ‘Yurio’ by the Katsuki’s since he shared a similar first name with their only son. It’s better than having them call him ‘Yura’ at least. That name was too intimate for strangers.

While Yuuri recuperated and remained asleep during most hours of the next few days, Yuri discovered that onsens were a blessing from the heavens and pork cutlet bowls were to die for. He also discovered that Victor was an idiot who already had his own bedroom decorated like a studio.

It was during the third day when Yuri woke up to the sound of music somewhere in the house. It was nearing 3am when he checked the clock. It couldn’t have been Victor since he was always out like a light by midnight. So, it had to be none other than Katsuki Yuuri.

Yuri found him in the guest room where the upright piano had been placed a few days ago. Something about a lady at the bar or something who thought the piano should be at home with its owner(?).

“What are you doing out of bed, you pig?”

Yuri insulted him, so why the heck did Yuuri smile back at Yuri like it was a fucking compliment?

“Yurio, isn’t it? Hahaha, Mari told me she decided to call you that.”

“It’s not funny! And that’s not my name!” Yuri felt a little betrayed inside him when he didn’t exactly tell Yuuri to stop calling him Yurio. And he sort of didn’t mind.

Avoiding the name issue altogether, Yuri plopped himself next to Yuuri on the stool after telling him to move over.

“Seriously, what the heck are you doing?” Yuri tried reading some of the notes on the music sheets but the composition didn’t seem familiar to him, “A song?”

“Yuuko’s.” Yuuri smiled, “It’s her song, and mine but more like her song. Through my eyes. For her.”

Yeah, that made no sense to Yuri. He deemed Katsuki Yuuri to still be in his fever haze.

Still, he humored the guy and played some parts that he could make out from the sheet but he stopped when Yuuri frowned at his fingers.

“What?” he asked, annoyed when Yuuri didn’t immediately speak up.

“No, it’s not you.. I think I wrote the score wrongly.”

Yuuri laughed at Yuri’s face before he took over the keys, “I wanted to play something like this…”

Yes, Yuuri definitely wrote the score wrongly.

“If you wanted to play that, you don’t write it like this-“ Yuri took the pencil from the music rack and tweaked the notes a little. All the while, Yuuri watched and made ooh-ing sounds at the correction. After Yuri fixed that part, Yuuri flipped through the sheets till he found another part of the song.

“So, if I want to play this-“ he played a few notes after showing Yuri where it started, “-then, I should change this part and this part?” Yuuri asked as he made changes to his own score.

“Yeah.”

They went through a few more pages until Yuuri was satisfied with most of them.

“Sorry, I’m a little rusty.” Yuuri laughed self-consciously, “I haven’t done this in more than a year. It feels like learning how to ride a bike again.”

Yuri didn’t ask or press on the matter. He still despised Victor for choosing someone other than him but he liked Katsuki Yuuri enough to not completely hate him. That didn’t mean he would actually act like he liked him.

“Whatever, I still have no idea why Victor chose you of all people.”

Yuri’s attempt at provocation only made Yuuri sigh in agreement, “Me neither. He said I was his music box. He is such a weird guy. And he loves memes.”

“Oh god, is that why he’s been dabbing in all his pictures?”

Yuuri laughed, “He’s been doing it since it went viral two weeks ago. He even made Makacchin do it.”

They both collectively thought about the dabbing dog photo on Victor’s instagram and they started laughing together.

“He used to annoy everyone with his selfies.”

“What’s it like in Russia?”

Yuri shrugged, “Cold I guess.”

“Does Victor play often?”

“Not really but when he does…” Yuri trailed off remembering how spellbinding it was to watch Victor perform.

“You never want to take your eyes off him.” Yuuri finished. He was in a good mood for some reason after waking up feeling refreshed. So he started playing one of Victor’s songs, his own take of it of course. He almost forgot Yuri was there with him as he dived in and mirrored Victor’s song while filling in the gaps as he always did.

The small revelation Yuri received from Yuuri at the grand hall was nothing compared to his version of Victor’s songs.

He never noticed how incomplete Victor’s song was until he heard it being altered and played by Katsuki Yuuri. He plays music like- telling a story, Victor once explained while Yuuri was still fever-stricken. Victor said Yuuri was not the best storyteller but his stories were breathtaking.

When Yuuri was no longer playing, Yuri suddenly blurted out, “Yakov would have liked you. To an extent at least.”

“I think Victor mentioned that name before. And there was… a Mila?”

“Don’t ever say yes when she asks you to go to the salon with her. And don’t ask Georgi for dating tips. All he ever does is talk about Anya.”

“And what about you?” Yuuri smiled playfully.

“What about me?”

“What should I worry about with you when I’m there?”

“I shout a lot. Mostly at Victor.”

Yuuri laughed first and then asked, “And what about Victor? Don’t ever say he’s getting bald?”

Yuri’s eyes widened like it was taboo to even say what Yuuri just said, “I can’t believe you just said that! Why do you know- OH MY GOD YOU IMPLIED IT BEFORE DIDN’T YOU”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! And he was so dramatic about it-“

“Let me guess. Slowly falling and fainting on the ground?”

“EXACTLY”

They shared more laughs as they exchanged stories about Victor.

Leaning against the wall outside of the guest room, Victor smiled triumphantly. While he was indeed being roasted by the two Yuri’s, he couldn’t help but feel joy from both of them speaking as though it was a sure thing that Yuuri would come with them to Russia.

If Yuuri hadn’t made up his mind before, he certainly had some time during his little bonding time with Yuri in the wee hours of the morning.

Victor smiled at his own phone camera that was blinking a red dot every few seconds. He needed to record this moment for his latest upload.

“Hi everyone! Sorry I haven’t been active lately, but guess where I’m going and who’s going with meeee~!” It was obvious he was at the airport. After spending more than a month in Japan, Victor was finally coming home.

Victor turned the camera to the two people who were pushing trolleys in front of him, “Yura, do you have everything?”

Yuri looked back to Victor with a scowl, “I’ve checked your stupid stuff ten times Victor, stop asking if I have everything! THEY’RE ALL YOUR STUFF! WHY AM I EVEN DOING THE CHECKING?! What did you even buy?! A whole department store?!”

Yuuri sighed from beside Yuri, “He probably would have if I wasn’t there.”

Yuri flailed his arms in disbelief.

They were both unaware of the recording until Victor wrapped his arms around their necks, squeezing them together to fit as the camera faced all three of them.

“Victor…!”

“The heck?!”

Victor winked, “We’ll be coming to Russia and I hope everyone will get to meet my one and only, Katsuki Yuuri~”

The video ended with Yuri facepalming as Victor kissed a shocked Yuuri on the cheek.

It went viral within seconds once it was uploaded. Aside from Yuri Plisetsky and a few others in Japan, it was the first time Victor announced the name of his partner.

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY

GET READY FOR THE RUSSIAN FAMILY

New semester is starting next week~! Can't wait aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and thanks for following this fic of mine! I have a lot planned for it but not sure if I can pull it off YET so yeah just....watch me I guess? XDD

(I mean, we haven't even hit the angst part yet pfft) ((Also, Yuri spoke in english throughout this chap -except for the opening with Mila))

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