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<sub>Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky</sub>


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Fill, part 3: Victor/Yuuri - Yuuri is a Veela (HP Wizarding World AU)

[(Anonymous)]

(sorry, idk how to work dreamwidth, the order got messed up)

That night, they exit late and tipsy, waving cheery goodnights to their friends though it’s technically morning. “Wait—gotta shut the door,” Viktor says, extricating himself from his fiancé and closing the door carefully. Someone hoots at that, probably Chris.

There are skilful fingers slipping inside his robe before he can respond.

“Yurachka,” he says softly and turns his head. Yuuri’s eyes are half-closed, mouth open and red, hair carelessly pushed back.

“Hm, darling?” Yuuri breathes into his ear and curls his leg around his like a tail, “Have something to say, sweetheart?” Viktor feels like putty.

“N-no,” He’s blushing hard and his blood rushes down fast enough to leave him dizzy, “Yuuri.”

He leans up and kisses him. Viktor immediately reciprocates, tongue reaching out for more and lips desperate and sloppy but Yuuri pulls back. He makes a needy noise and Yuuri laughs. He slowly undoes his tie and lets the robe partially fall from his shoulder and tilts his head, “On the bed.”


Viktor nods and almost trips on the carpet. Yuuri’s sauntering around in the room, opening drawers, “Lube, lube..” and Viktor knows, Viktor knows he’s perfectly aware of where they’ve kept it. “Eyes away from me, gorgeous,” Yuuri says, sing-song.

Viktor grits his teeth and buries his face in the pillow, facing away.

There’s the hand, again. Resting cool on his nape. Yuuri asks him to turn, and he obeys. They’re looking at each other now, his hair’s partially fallen on his forehead, and he glasses are gone. “Tease,” Viktor accuses, raising his hands and keeping them secure over his head.

And Yuuri blinks. It fades. A blush blooms across his cheeks like a bruise, “I—uh,” He says, looking away, hand fisting over his thighs.

Viktor’s eyes goes soft, “C’mere,” He says, and pulls him close. Yuuri goes willingly and they kiss, again, this time he’s the one deciding the pace, and he’s deciding to keep it slow. “My beautiful tease,” he says between kisses, taking the lube from his hand and keeping it aside. Yuuri’s hands seek out his body again, and his hips press down on his to rub their cocks together and Viktor hisses like burned.

“Wrists back in place, Viktor.”

Later, much later, he’s boneless in Yuuri’s arms with a satisfying ache radiating through his arse and hips. “Do you, um—do you need anything? Water?” Yuuri pets him, so gentle, “I mean, I know you like it a little rough but, um.”

Viktor turns and hugs him closer, smiling into his neck, “It was perfect.”

---

The wedding’s tomorrow, they’re still sorting out the main hall. Yuuri’s still doubtful if the water theme had been the right choice, despite how adamant he’d been when he’d picked it.

Viktor thinks it’s perfect.

“Vicchan! there’s someone waiting for you in the lobby,” Hiroko says, in slow Japanese. She goes away with a carton of streamers.

He’s a little confused until he reaches the place.

The lobby is filled with people rushing about, except one woman in the corner, studying an ornate bow. She’s tall, taller than Viktor, with long silver hair.

“Tosya!”

“Vitya!” She smiles when she sees him and walks towards him, “It’s been such a long time,” She says and hugs him for a moment before letting go, “congratulations.”

“I didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s your wedding! I got lost on the way, though I admit. Is auntie here yet?”


He nods, “Yes, mummy came yesterday. Are you alone or with family?”

“Sasha’ll be here in the evening. I packed a suit for him, in case he messes up the outfit too badly,” Tosya laughs, “Anyway, that’s not important. I want to meet the boy who stole your heart.”

“Yuuri slept in, but he should be out any minute,” Viktor says, “You’ll love him.”

They decide to have breakfast together, or at least, it’s breakfast for Yuuri. Viktor keeps stealing glances. “So, Yuuri. Meet my cousin, Antonina Petrov. And Antonina, this is Yuuri.”

She looks faintly amused and a little curious, “Hello.”

Yuuri’s nervous, “Hello!”

“I suppose auntie’s already given you the speech. I don’t need to repeat it, do I?” She says, sipping her tea, focusing entirely on him, eyes unblinking. Viktor know how that feels and he feels a little sorry.

“You don’t. I’ll never do anything to hurt him.”

She leans in a bit, “That’s not very convincing.”

Yuuri startles, but then his eyes go hard, “I don’t think you’re the one I need to convince, quite honestly.”

She smiles wider. Viktor’s attention shifts. “Excellent! Now that’s taken care of, has anyone shown you his childhood photos, yet? He was adorable .”

Tosya and he get along well, but he can still detect the vein of ice between them. He eats and is summoned by Mari to meet some guests. Viktor immediately turns to her, “What was that?”

“I’m sorry for making fun of you.”

Viktor frowns, “What?”
“You know?” She gestures vaguely, “Right after—Sochi? Yes, Sochi. When you were constantly gushing about him. You never really had a chance, cousin dear.”

It takes a minute. Viktor swallows and his palms get sweaty, “Is there,” His voice goes softer, “Is there something I should know about Yuuri? Something he hasn’t told me?”

“Oh, Vitenka,” She says, “That boy couldn’t hide a thing from you if he tried, he’s head over heels. But he can’t tell you what he doesn’t know.”

Tosya props her chin on her knuckles, “I’m going to get you a late wedding present. I think you’ll find it very useful.”

---

“Veelas.”

“Excuse me?”

“Veelas. They’re part of slavic folklore,” Viktor says, looking up. He’d read the page so often that the book now naturally fell open to it, “They’re like sirens, except they use their dance to enchant humans and can turn into vicious harpies when angered.”

Yuuri settles in beside him, pressing their sides together so he doesn’t fall of. The book’s beautiful, really. Leather bound, and illustrated. He reads the text, “they sound a little like Ningyo,” he murmurs, and then focuses on the illustration.

It’s a woman, with light coloured hair and striking features, swaying her hips and men gathering around her with entranced expressions. Yuuri strokes the drawing, his fingers stopping at the hair of the veela.

“They sound a little like you.”

And Viktor just laughs.

Re: Fill, part 3: Victor/Yuuri - Yuuri is a Veela (HP Wizarding World AU)

[(Anonymous)]

If you're still around, a!a, I'm curious to know how Tosya knew Yuuri was Veela, or if Yuuri's family is aware.

Re: Fill, part 3: Victor/Yuuri - Yuuri is a Veela (HP Wizarding World AU)

[(Anonymous)]

Idk if I'm too late but Tosya's a wizard so she's used to identifying magical creatures.