Title: Stammi Vicino, Non Te Ne Andare

(Yuri on Ice | Victor x Yuuri |  2.4k words)

Author: Erushi

Rating: PG13

Summary:

There are now spaces in his apartment. When he finally slumps into bed, the mattress suddenly feels too wide, the sheets too cold, and the other pillow beside him still dips in the centre with the memory of someone else’s head.

Or: The one in which Yuuri is away and Victor pines.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9624146

My second offering for the Victuuri Week challenge, for the prompts of “travelling - long distance & reunion”. In my head, this is set between the first and soon-to-be second season, after Yuuri moves to Russia, but before the European Championships in end-January. I hope people like this one too. :) Still haven’t finished my third yet - eep!


Title: Wine Colored Days Warmed by the Sun 

(Yuri on Ice | Victor x Yuuri |  4k words)

Author: Erushi

Rating: R

Warnings: Mild violence, minor character death. 

Summary: 

Yuuri turns to regard him. “You look very young for a businessman,” he says.

Victor laughs. “Mine’s a family business, too.”

It’s not exactly a lie.

Or: The Mafia AU in which Victor’s an heir to the Russian mob, Yuuri just so happens to be visiting St. Petersburg, and there’s a hitman loose in the city.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9613289


Well, it’s been a while since I last posted any writings. The first fic in a new fandom is always nerve-wrecking. I hope people like this one, indulgent as it is. :) With any luck, I should be posting a couple more offerings in the Victuuri Week challenge.

Bond fic: Take Me Out (Of Myself) - M | Gareth Mallory x Q

Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5212910 (6.5k words)

Summary:

He imagines every now and then that this, perhaps, this is what he likes best about Gareth Mallory. They are both weapons in their own individual ways, questions of life and death reduced to a single alphabet, and Q has always had thing for ruthlessly competent bastards anyway.

Or: A story about crushes, semi-drunken confessions, and gunfire somewhere along the way.

I watched Spectre as a 00Q fangirl, but emerged shipping Mallory’s M and Q after that delicious showdown scene at the end. This fic is the result, with an obvious warning for Spectre spoilers, and I wish I had the time to write more, because I can just picture them being all domestic except for when there are awesome spy shenanigans. Meanwhile, the rest of MI6 secretly fanboys/fangirls about their boss shagging their quartermaster, in between gossiping about the latest stunt 007 has pulled.

All the same, I’ve a 00Q fic and two Napollya (TMFU) fics still in the works, and I had best get on with those, now that I’ve (temporarily) silenced the clamorous MalloryxQ voice in my head. :D;;

TMFU Fic: Saw You Him Whom My Soul Loves (Illya x Napoleon)

Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5114120 (5.4k words)

Summary:

The whole business about God creating Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, makes him laugh. For one, he had there, too. For another, pretty much everything back then had been made by God, when the world was still all shiny and new.

He doesn’t think he has ever gone by the name of Steve, though. Not that it matters much. These days, he usually goes by the name of Napoleon Solo.

Or: The one where Illya and Gaby are reincarnated throughout history, but Napoleon still manages to find them anyway. Please be warned that this fic contains liberal reinterpretation of biblical themes and references. If this is not your cup of tea, you may wish to give this fic a pass.

I think the only thing I can say to about this is, what did I even write ohmygod. More author’s notes and fun history facts on the AO3 page. And again, please be warned for the liberal reinterpretation of biblical themes and references (if it isn’t evident from the opening lines)!

TMFU fic: The First Date Affair (Illya x Napoleon)

Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4960183 (10.6k words)

Summary: 

Napoleon was used to seeing all sorts in his shop: harried office types who knocked back their espressos before grabbing a long black to go, bored housewife types who took their lattes heavy on the syrups and low on the fat, tourists who ordered their coffees topped with whipped cream as they embraced a certain vacation-based joie de vie, college kids simply looking for a cheap caffeine fix while they took advantage of his free Wi-Fi.

Six foot five, blond and leanly muscled, on the other hand, at seven in the morning and with the most delicious jawline Napoleon had seen in days, was certainly a first.

Or: The modern day coffee shop AU in which Napoleon makes Illya all kinds of coffee except for Illya’s actual order, and things aren’t all quite what they seem to be.

This started because I had discovered an interesting coffee place near my office two weeks ago, which (naturally, when you’re a fangirl) led to Napollya thoughts along the lines of: “Napoleon tries to woo Illya with coffee. Illya wants something black and simple. Napoleon insists on making him all kinds of fancy drinks to show his ~adoration. Illya despairs.”  The original idea was only supposed to be ~1k long. I’m not sure how it became ten times longer than that. While I’m holidaying in London this past week, no less.

TMFU Fic: If the Truth Has Been Forbidden Then We’re Breaking All the Rules (Illya x Napoleon)

Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4863944 (4,600 words)

Summary:

“You know,” Napoleon offered, “that first night you chased us in East Berlin - we weren’t sure that you were human. Not then.”

Or: A Man from U.N.C.L.E. / His Dark Materials fusion fic where everyone has daemons, moving from the end of the Vinciguerra affair in Rome, through Istanbul, and on to what happens (happily ever) after.


Well, that’s done. First fic I’m posting since 2011, first fic in a new fandom, first time making a proper stab at this whole tumblr thing. That feels like a lot of firsts and newness. Frankly, I’m terrified.