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Hello, I am back from the dead to bring you this extremely important image. Mans is not okay

Inspiration:

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"Nine months in my womb making me suffer... and he looks like his stupid dad!" But plot twist, Yuuri is a thankful fan ;D

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Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a magazine cover that made his heart stop. He had to backtrack his steps, nearly colliding with a pedestrian in his haste. Unable to believe his own eyes, he removed his sunglasses. There, on the glossy cover, was Yuri Plisetsky. Otabek's breath caught in his throat. Yuri's once long, blonde hair was now cut short, framing his face in a way that made his sharp features even more striking. The suit he wore was tailored to perfection, exuding an air of sophistication and maturity. Draped over his shoulders was the jacket of Team Russia, a bold statement of his identity and pride. He stood there, staring at the cover, his heart pounding in his chest. Yuri looked incredible—more confident and poised than ever. Otabek felt a rush of intense emotions. It was as if time had stopped, and all he could see was Yuri's piercing gaze looking back at him from the magazine. "Are you going to buy it?" Startled, Otabek blinked and looked up. He didn't know how long he stood there, lost in his thoughts, until the cashier's voice broke through the haze. "Yes," he said, his voice firm. "I'll buy all of them." The cashier raised an eyebrow .

Winter Olympics of Broken Hearts 2026 / A Yuri!!! On Ice fanfiction series

Ice Between The Gold (Read More)

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Guys I had so much fun doing this

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SO NOBODY WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT VIKTOR AND YURIO APPEAR IN A REGULAR SHOW COMIC????????? LIKE WHAT THENFUCK

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yuri on ice hits so deep for me bc how it portrays a story abt reigniting one’s passion. w alot of sports animes a big aspect of the story is making ur way up from the very bottom - (which don’t get me wrong, i absolutely LOVE), but the professional level is is usually the conclusion. the end goal. but in truth, as obvious it may be, professionals are still human. they can and will make mistakes and theres that added pressure of supposedly being the best in their field which only adds to the crushing weight of their passion.

yuuri katsuki is already a well established, professional figure skater (despire how he may describe himself). but he’s at a loss. he’s suffered a crushing defeat and made plenty mistakes and he’s reached a point in his life where he’s unsure of how much further his passion will take him. hes loved figure skating, always has, but that love has begun to dwindle inside of him as his insecurities and anxiety takes over.

but the comes viktor. he comes into his life, and things begin to change. he finds love again. for his sport - the art he’s been cultivating since he was a child, for the people around him, family and friends, understanding just how much they have been and will continue to support him, and of course, for viktor. slowly, but surely, he’s changed.

and when i watch him, i can’t help but feel like i’ve changed a little too

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LOL

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Silly little screencap redraw. I agree that the tie-grabbing scene is great but the seconds before it always crack me up, I love it when Yuuri is a jealous little freak 💙

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Viktor and Yuuri Answer The Web's Most Searched Questions

“I’m Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov!”

“And I’m Yuuri Katsuki Nikiforov!”

They turn to look at each other and grin, attempting to speak in unison.

“And this is the WIRED Autocomplete Interview.”

They’re a little off on the wording, but what is simultaneous is the way they break out into giggles right after saying ‘interview’. It’s only been a few seconds since the cameras have begun rolling, and Viktor is already feeling charmed by the pink tint staining his husband’s cheeks.

“Aww, and we even practiced that a few times!” Yuuri says, now donning a cute little pout.

“It was my fault,” Viktor automatically pipes up, before letting his heart-shaped smile take over his face. “I started speaking a half-beat too late because I was too busy admiring your pretty eyes, love.”

Giggles and hushed whispers immediately break out on the WIRED filming set, but Viktor only has eyes for the way Yuuri’s lips instantly morph, curving into a pleased, albeit shy smile. 

“You’re sweet, Vitya,” he murmurs, before reaching over to hold his hand. 

There’s not much space between them to begin with on the bench they’re seated on, but Yuuri closes that miniscule gap so that their thighs are pressed right up against each other. Viktor hopes the audience is grateful; the slight tension his love is now holding in his leg will give the cameras a nice view of his immaculate, muscular thighs, outfitted in the sleek trackpants that Mizuno specifically designed for him. (After some sleuthing, Phichit had informed the two of them that Kenjirou had gone ahead and bought four different pairs.)

Nyala – the WIRED production assistant in charge of this episode taping – then hands them the show’s distinctive looking question tableau. On it, are Google’s top ten most searched questions containing their names. They’re partially covered, which adds to the fun: they’ll be taking turns reading them aloud, while unpeeling the adhesive covering to reveal each query.

As they’d agreed earlier, he will read and answer the first question, so Yuuri holds the board steady.

“What did Yuuri and Viktor…”

Viktor pauses to draw out the suspense, and then whips off the adhesive in one rapid motion, his enthusiasm almost causing Yuuri to topple over.

“Oops! Sorry, Yuranya!” he exclaims, feeling a bit flustered as he helps his spouse right himself and presses a kiss to his temple. 

Nyala’s eyes are glittering with amusement, so he aims a sheepish smile at her before facing forwards.

“What did Yuuri and Viktor do before they met?” he reads off, feeling quite pleased with this clear opportunity to extol Yuuri’s praises (and, additionally, to lambast certain International Skating Union officials for not recognizing how talented he was prior to that silver medal win at the Barcelona Grand Prix Final).

“Well, the short answer is that we were both competitive figure skaters, but the long answer is more interesting! Let’s start with my Yuuri, because my side of things is boring, not to mention quite sad,” he chirps, not even batting an eye when his husband begins to splutter in protest next to him (“Vitya! Five gold medals at World’s is not sad!”)

But Viktor feigns an inability to hear Yuuri’s counter, and whips his phone out. 

One of the first things he’d done after they’d met at the banquet was to look up as many of Yuuri’s Senior division competitions as he could, hungry to expand his personal archives with any video or photos he could get his hands on. By now, his love is aware of his meticulous culling efforts, because he wears a pained expression as Viktor begins to talk and flip through his photo gallery.

“Where to even begin?” he says, allowing his voice to slide into that grandiose tone that Yurio claims “makes you seem even more punchable than normal”.

“Since we only have an hour for this taping, I will unfortunately have to limit myself to the year of Yuuri’s skating career before he and I met,” he continues on, making sure his annoyance is plain. “And, for those that don’t know, we met in December 2015 at the Sochi Grand Prix Final.”

It’s a testament to their many years of being together, because Yuuri doesn’t even tense at the mention of Sochi. He knows Viktor would never try to embarrass him by contextualizing the event in a way that makes him uncomfortable, and, besides, his spouse now shares the opinion that pole-dancing into your soulmate’s life is a pretty badass meet-cute. Even so, it had taken awhile to convince Yuuri’s anxiety of this, and Viktor owes a lot to their couples’ therapist for that mindset change. 

“Look at this picture of my beautiful Yuuri on the podium at Four Continents’ in February 2015!” he exclaims in triumph, holding his phone up so that the camera operator gets a perfect view. 

Taken in Seoul’s Mokdong Ice Rink is a photo of an adorable, 22-year-old Katsuki Yuuri, wearing a shy smile and holding a bronze medal. Next to him is an obviously ecstatic Celestino Cialdini.

“Now, no offense to anyone, but take it from me: my husband was severely underscored at that competition and should have been standing higher on that podium. Well before he ever broke my World’s winning streak, Yuuri was commanding audiences the world over with his stunning artistry. Particularly, his dazzling interpretation skills,” Viktor states declaratively, his tone brooking no argument.

Well, almost no argument. 

Yuuri makes a barely perceptible noise of disagreement, but it’s enough to make him turn and bestow his most unimpressed expression onto him, as if daring him to issue a rebuttal. 

“Something to say, Yusha?” Viktor prompts, a bit goadingly. “Do you wish to argue with “Living Legend” Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov, who, I daresay, might know a little something or two about judging politics and biased scoring?”

His love gives him a light smack on the bicep, and when he replies, his tone is prim.

“If you want biased scoring to be the focus of this question, then I’ll have to bring up your European Championships score from 2013, where you were unfairly beat out for gold by our good friend, Christophe Giacometti.”

An “oooohing” sort of taunting sound ripples around the set, but far from flustering Yuuri, he just raises a brow and sets his jaw. (Viktor feels quite turned on at the look, as well as his protective instincts.)

“I know how the internet loves to spin things but there’s nothing to spin,” Yuuri continues, dryly. “Christophe, himself, made a big stir at the post-skate press conference about judging bias, and he still regularly tweets at the officials from that competition…so much so, that two of them have blocked him on Twitter.”

Viktor gasps with delight at the memory of this juicy event and his spouse’s answering smirk is all the permission he needs.

“Ok, let me set the scene for you all!” he eagerly volunteers, sitting up straighter on the bench. 

He makes a big show of clearing his throat and Nyala – who, evidently, has the patience of a saint – hides her smile behind her hand. It’s a wonder that she hasn’t redirected their attention back to the question list, yet.

“January 2013: Zagreb, Croatia,” he continues on, in the grave “I’m narrating a documentary” tone that he knows will make Yuuri laugh. “Twenty-three-year old Viktor Nikiforov takes his starting position on the ice of Dom Sportova arena. Unlike present-day, his hair is much more lustrous, and he has not yet needed to start using thickening oil as part of his nightly primping regimen.”

Yuuri smacks his bicep a second time.

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Hope you enjoyed this ficlet! I adore writing post-canon interview/game content featuring sappy/extra married Viktuuri, so if I get the energy (and need the distraction from my WIPS *nervous laughter*) I may expand this into a proper fic.

If you’re also a fan of this type of thing, you may like my story on ao3 featuring their joint appearance on Vanity Fair’s Lie Detector Game series. It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written :)  

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In case you forgot how beautiful he is here’s a reminder

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【ユーリ!!! on Ice】ヴィクトル・ニキフォロフ。[Yuri!!! on Ice] Victor Nikiforov 

Art by sayuuhiro

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Yuri!!! on Ice (ユーリ!!! on ICE)

Yuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov get up close and personal on Phichit’s instagram in new poster art from December’s Animedia Magazine (Amazon US | Japan), illustrated by key animator Yuka Kudo (工藤裕加).

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Yuri!!! on Ice (ユーリ!!! on ICE)

Great poster of the main trio, Yuri Plisetsky, Yuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov–with Yurio trying to steal the show! 📸  New art work from Otomedia Magazine (Amazon US | eBay), with a sketch by character designer Tadashi Hiramitsu (平松禎史) and a finished illustration by animation director Ayumi Yamada (山田歩).

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mwuahh!! (˶꒡з꒡( ˵•́ ‿ •̀˵♡)✧˖° ♡

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