"Viktor !" I exclaimed a bit too loudly. What am I doing ? I tought. He stopped at my table. He looked down on me and smiled. "Well, hello there. I think you know me, even though I don't know you," he stated. I couldn't figure out if he was annoyed or amused. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ disclaimer: I don't own Yuri on Ice and Harry Potter. I don't own these worlds but I own the words, so don't copy. This is a Yuuri !!! On Ice fanfiction with a Harry Potter AU. There is no character of JK Rowling in the story, though the personnalities of certain characters are similar. The credits for the amazing picture I used to for make the cover belong to @momo-yuki from tumblr. You can't use it without the authorization of the artist.

Yuri Katsuki was weary of his idol Viktor Nikiforov after his first and failed attempt at the Grand Prix Final, but not for the reasons you would think. He had met the man the night before and it was just his luck that Viktor was drunk. Of course, he never thought of the results of that night, and it took five years to be able to face his family with a surprise in his hands. (Yuri!!! on Ice)

This is a FNAF foxy x reader fan fic. To know the plot you are going to have to read. THIS WAS WRITTEN WHEN ONLY THE FIRST TWO GAMES WERE RELEASED. ITS BASED OFF THE OLD THEORIES AND NOT THE NEW FACTS.

Warning! This story may contain spoilers for the pacifist run of Undertale, so made sure you've finished that first! There IS NSFW/Lemon in this story, but it is only for a brief chapter-and it is not required that you read it. You've been in the underground for a while. You're only a human, but you've decided to stay in the underground instead of leaving everything behind to reach the surface. You're a big fan of the star of the underground, Mettaton-you couldn't explain how you felt about him in any way other than that you were romantically attracted to him...Especially in his newer form... This is the second x Reader fanfic I've done so far and oh man I'm really excited to write this one! To be honest I've been really excited to get to this one which might explain my compulsive updating on the previous one...Oops.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.