jaskier | dandelion/original horse character(s)

Everything felt wrong. His hair was going the wrong way. His arms were bent in ways he wouldn’t choose to bend them. His neck hurt and he couldn’t really feel his toes. Something was dripping on his face – and rolling up. No, this definitely wasn’t right. “Sherlock? Sherlock!” a frantic and pained voice whispered next to his ear. Sherlock groaned and turned his head, hissing as the muscles at the juncture of his neck and shoulder flared with pain. “All right, it’s all right, it’s fine.” Sherlock couldn’t finish turning his head for fear of the muscle seizing completely, but the rest of his senses were kicking back in. Metallic creaks and groans, cracking glass, the distinct smell of petrol and burnt rubber. A car crash. He had been in a car crash.

Yuuri's friends unexpectedly meet the fam one day after school.

Everyone was born with a soulmate. Some people with two, three, maybe even four. It wasn't uncommon to have multiple soulmates. They might be platonic, or perhaps all of them romantic. Yuuri had two soulmates, that much he was sure of. Now it was just a matter of finding out who his soulmates were.

Yuuri shivered. "You should have let me bring my jacket." "You don't want people to think you're the kind of person who cares more about comfort than looks," Phichit said. Pre-canon, Detroit. Yuuri and Phichit go clubbing and get to know each other a little better.

When a person stands at the edge of a cliff side, looking down, there's a part of the brain that demands safety, security. It demands a step back from the edge. Yuuri Katsuki doesn't have that part. OR: Anxiety is a bitch.

If there was anything Yuuri liked about Michigan summers, it was the thunderstorms. They happened suddenly, after days and days of humidity that grew until it was impossible to sweat and nearly as impossible to breathe. Yuuri and Phichit watch a thunderstorm together.