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Coincidence? I think not!

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I can assure its a ride

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Victuuri According to Phichit

(aka why he thought they were married)

Posters.

Do you think our sweet katsudon managed to hide his Victor Otaku-ness just because he was living in college dorms? Um, nope! No way. Yuuri brought at least a few of those posters, where Phichit certainly saw them.

“Love.”

Ohh Yuuri. You think your friend, who knows you’re returning to skating isn’t going to watch your presser? Of course he is. Yuuri called Phichit out of the blue for a free skate he choreographed with Victor.

Victor’s Chosen Hot Pot (is Katsudon)

A certain beautiful Russian idol got drunk, naked, and territorial when Phichit interrupted their hotpot date, because Victor the darling is insecure and definitely all-in on the katsudon being his at this point (and Phichit knows how Yuuri feels about Victor.)

This “Coaching” Style

I am going to go out on a limb and say Yuuri and Celestino never did this before a very very sexy short program designed to “seduce,” nor hugged Yuuri’s waist while watching his competitors together.

THIS.

The smooch heard around the world. Phichit was there! He saw it live! One does not simply smooch your pupil after he is the second person ever to land your signature move! To Phichit, boyfriends confirmed!

The Rings

Look at that happy boy’s face! His boyfriend just became his fiancé or husband!

In conclusion…

No wonder Phichit congratulated them. Because his best friend, who had posters of a gorgeous Russian skater on his walls and (probably) talked endlessly about him, declared his love for the man at a press conference. Phichit then watched said idol get naked and drape himself possessively over Yuuri, nearly kiss him before a very sexy short skate (that he choreographed), then actually kiss him on the ice. And then, at dinner… rings. On the ring finger.

Phichit is smart. Phichit is a cinnamon roll. Phichit does not let Yuuri’s anxiety brain get in the way of pure logic. Phichit ships Victuuri (don’t we all?)

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somebody somewhere

His first year in Detroit, Yuuri agreed to bus out to a mechanic’s with one of his rinkmates to pick up her car. The mechanic kept them waiting a while, as they do, and Yuuri peered around the oily waiting room, past the cash register to a bulletin board the mechanics used, with a girls-on-cars calendar and ads for things with torque and horsepower.

Also on the board was a pin-up poster of a beautiful hot woman in a bikini, and printed under her: “Remember: no matter how good she looks now, somebody somewhere is sick of her shit.” Which struck Yuuri as an incredibly crude, mean thing to tack up in a semi-public place. 

But when he got back to his dorm room that night, Yuuri looked at his biggest Victor Nikiforov poster and burst into laughter because he could just see it: “No matter how good he looks now, somebody somewhere is sick of his shit.”

Years later when he and Phichit were discussing their mutual hero worship of Victor Nikiforov (every male figure skater had some hero worship of him at that point, even if just of the ‘I want to be the one to take him down’ variety) and Yuuri confided that when he felt down and convinced he’d never get to skate on the same ice as Victor, let alone give him any real competition… sometimes he’d just look at that poster of Victor and remember that dumb “No matter how good he looks now” joke and it would make him feel a little better.

And a few short years after that, Yuuri phoned up Phichit to complain about Victor’s utter inability to see cups once they were half empty or socks once he took them off– Phichit I’m a reasonable person, I just don’t want to spend the rest of my life hauling around heaps of half-empty cups while navigating over mountains of filthy socks, is that too much to ask– and Phichit started cackling, and said, “Yuuri! Do you realize what this means? You’re somebody somewhere now!”

Yuuri screeched with the horror of epiphany and begged off from the call to go have a cognitive-dissonance meltdown. Within a couple of minutes, Phichit got a call from Victor. “What did you say to Yuuri? He shut himself in the bedroom and every time I try to talk to him he loses it laughing.”

“Nothing!” said Phichit. “Go pick up your socks!”

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Something not YOI related….but my first love, the show that got me into anime and manga in the first place back in the late 90’s. This has always been my favorite arc of Sailor Moon, as Sailor Star Fighter is my absolute favorite Sailor Senshi. The manga is so different than what originally aired back in the day, I’m excited to see how they animate the Galaxy Cauldron, and maybe even see Sailor Heavy Metal Papillon! *incoherent screaming*

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Meeting Where I Am

There are still misunderstandings to get through, but I want to be the unpopular opinion of Victuuri here for a second. I don’t think Victor was in love with Yuuri when he got on that plane to Japan. I might even go so far as to say that his choice was selfishly motivated. He was feeling stagnant, bored, listless. He’d lost his motivation to fight (something he tells us in Barcelona).

Personally, I think this makes this story even more beautiful. Because it means that being around Yuuri is what made Victor fall head over heels. He showed up, knowing this cute Japanese skater idolized him. Drew up a short program for his own enjoyment (watching Yuuri seduce him on the ice), and basically threw on the charm that always worked before.

But… it didn’t work this time. Victor could tell that Yuuri worshiped the ground he walked on. He could tell that Yuuri was over the moon and would bend over backwards to do what Victor asked.

Yet he wouldn’t sleep with him. Not because he didn’t want to, but because Yuuri subconsciously knew that Victor viewed himself as the debonair man of the On Love: Eros program, seducing the most beautiful woman then moving on. Victor was going to cure his boredom by sweeping into Japan, taking Yuuri under his wing and causing him to win because of the way he idolized Victor. Then he was going to return to skating with a smile on his face that he turned the piggy into a prince.

But somewhere along the way, this plan changed. Yuuri’s earnestness changed it. Yes! He will work his ass off killing himself to land the jumps and do the spins and fight the ice. Yes! When he looks at Victor he gets a moony look on his face.

When Victor puts no limits on what Yuuri or Yurio can ask him for if they win the face-off, Yuuri wants to eat katsu-don. When Victor directly asks Yuuri if he wants him to be his boyfriend? Yuuri runs away (and tells the tale of a woman who was too pushy with her affections). Even as Victor is certain that Yuuri has a crush (the banquet helped with that), there’s no way for him to access it in real life, because Yuuri is not ready for that. Yuuri puts his true feelings on the ice before he acts in real life too.

It means that Victor needs to coach, not play at being a coach. It means watching Yuuri fight on the ice slowly melts Yuuri’s reservations in real life too. It means that Yuuri builds his trust in Victor as his coach, until he’s ready to test the waters of his first relationship off the ice. His declaration of love during the presser about the Grand Prix (that Victor is the first person that he wanted to hold on to) was that moment. When Yuuri said “I’m ready.”

It means that when Victor holds him, Yuuri is ready to be held. It means that when Victor kisses him, Yuuri is ready to be kissed. It means that when Victor shares a bed with him, Yuuri was ready for that too.

It means that… Victor fell for him. Hard. He was no longer the man in On Love: Eros. He was not there to seduce the most beautiful woman and move on. Yuuri believed in him as a coach, when it seemed like no one else on the planet took him seriously. And Yuuri forced him to take off the mask and open up, because Yuuri shut down any shallow overtures Victor made. The message? Yes, be my coach! It’s a dream come true and I will work myself to the bone to be worthy of you choosing me. But if you want me off the ice too, I only want the real you.

It was Victor’s revelation. Yuuri wanted no more and no less than the real Victor. I can only imagine, after a life of playing a part, how wonderful it felt to meet someone who loved you for who you were and side-eyed you when you played fake. For Yuuri, the real Victor was enough. Yuuri loved him when he stumbled, hell, Victor’s stumbles and vulnerability were often where Victuuri grew as a couple.

That to me is what made it special. That we got to see Victor’s demeanor change, from the playboy who stands naked in a hot spring and declares himself Yuuri’s coach (and is not taking himself as seriously as he should), to a man full of so much uncontained love that he can’t resist holding him, touching him, (basically getting engaged to him).

Yuuri forced Victor to take off the mask. More… Yuuri made it safe for Victor to take off the mask.

No wonder they were so deeply in love. Because… they got to be their real selves with one another, and those real selves were ultimately what made them both fall so hard.

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YURI!!! on ICE 5th anniversary illustrations.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

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A continuation of this post which i absolutely adore

Bonus:

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Some fan art of Yuri wearing the new Mizuno jacket! :D

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This art brings life!

The new illustration of Yuuri in commemoration of yoi’s 5th anniversary…

AND HE IS WEARING THEIR RING

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This is a cup of serotonin right here

he’s in a cup

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Wholesome Domestic things Victuuri do for each other; a headcanon thread

Things Victor does for Yuuri:

- Victor is a very verbally and physically affectionate person, but he expresses his love through actions as well.

- On those infrequent occasions in which Yuuri falls asleep before Victor (often from sheer exhaustion), Victor gently removes Yuuri’s glasses and folds them up neatly on the nightstand. He removes Yuuri’s phone or laptop from his lap as delicately as he can without disturbing his fiancé, and plugs them in, double checking that Yuuri’s alarms are on for the morning. (Victor has his own alarms, but he’s an early bird by habit and necessity; Yuuri is much less likely to stir from his slumber with only one alarm) Victor places a tender good-night kiss wherever he can reach—usually Yuuri’s cheek or forehead— and tucks his sleeping lover into their fluffy duvet.

- Victor’s second sentence of the day to Yuuri, after his initial “Good morning, sunshine!” and good-morning kiss (To which Yuuri half-heartedly protests, because “Nooo I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, get off me Vitya—“) is usually “coffee or tea?” Whichever one Yuuri chooses that morning, he whips up in their coffeemaker or kettle while Yuuri gets ready. Victor always drinks coffee if he chooses to have a beverage that morning, but he always makes sure to put his and his fiancé’s drinks in their matching Stammi Vicino costume mugs (yes, they’re custom).

- Yuuri had his fair share of harsh winters during his time in Detroit, but his year in Hasetsu lowered his cold tolerance a bit. However, Victor makes sure Yuuri has nice coats (“You will always be wearing coats around here, Yuuri! At least some of them need to be formal!) , snuggly hats and scarves, snow boots, and gloves (Yuuri asks about the undeniably expensive leather gloves he is gifted, which feel like a bed of clouds on the inside yet are finished with the most lavish of black leather on the outside. “Are these designer, Victor?” “No, Yuuri, they’re custom, of course!”)

- Victor always makes the bed. It is somewhat out of wanting a neat and tidy bed for himself and his lover to flop onto after a tough day of training, but also because he feels a bit guilty; he sleeps “like a fish out of water,” as some might say; His long, muscular limbs sprawl in every direction, nearly kicking Yuuri off of the bed, while Yuuri is curled up in a blanket-hogging pile as a result of his involuntary self-preservation instincts. (Clearly the solution that works every night is for Yuuri to keep his fiancé’s twisting and turning contained by being the big spoon).

- Yuuri takes extremely hot showers, except when ordered not to by his coach (“Yuuuuri, don’t even think about touching the hot water faucet today! The water needs to be cold to rejuvenate your muscles. Coach’s orders!” Victor says in a playful tone, but Yuuri knows every word is very serious. Yuuri groans, but complies every time. He knows how to pick his battles as the world’s most legendary athlete’s protégé and fiancé.) When he steps out of the shower, he’ll often find a fresh towel folded nicely on the counter by the door. It’s always deliciously warm and soft, the handiwork of his fiancé, who tossed his towel into the dryer while he was showering in order to reward him for taking those cold (but necessary) showers.

- If Victor is not heating up a towel for Yuuri, he’s usually in the shower with him. It’s not always sexual, especially considering their back-breaking training schedule near competitions, but they always enjoy the skinship. Victor specifically likes to wash Yuuri’s hair; Yuuri’s hair is thick and soft, combined with the water and shampoo and conditioner, it feels like heaven to run his hands through. Yuuri enjoys it too, letting Victor scratch his scalp with his soapy fingers and gently tilt his head back to let the water rinse it away, Victor’s gentle hands aiding the process.

Things Yuuri does for Victor:

- Yuuri is a bit shy still at initiating verbal affection, so a lot of his expressions of love show themselves through acts of service.

- Yuuri knows that Victor’s comeback is hard on him, mentally and physically. Victor tries to keep a bright face for his student and fellow skaters, but Yuuri knows well enough to see when Victor’s at his breaking point— He can see the tiny winces when Victor walks, the incessant bouncing of his left knee (it gets stiff when it’s still for too long), the quickness with which he takes off his skates at the end of ice time to put his tennis shoes back on, in order to get a long stretch in before his muscles lose their warmth. He notices it in his verbal behavior, too; hearing a lot more “I’m fine, love,” and not enough of the usual bubbliness in his voice. He gets a little more reserved, a little less out there, sometimes even engaging in less physical contact with his own fiancé. Before, this might have scared Yuuri into his own spiral of, does he not love me anymore? , but Yuuri knows well enough now how to get Victor back on the right path. It starts with a massage. Yuuri lies Victor on the bed, chest down, and starts quietly working the painful knots out of his shoulders and lower back. He takes his time moving down his legs and back to his arms, really trying to get him to relax. By the time Yuuri starts working on the front of his body, specifically his quads, Victor starts talking about what’s bothering him. Victor finds it hard to open up, and Yuuri knows this. He certainly knows how it feels to be scared to tell someone something, so he doesn’t mind helping his soulmate relax this way. He knows that with time, it won’t take all of this for Victor to talk about what’s bothering him, but for the time being, Yuuri revels in the intimacy of it.

- Off the ice and outside the dance studio, Yuuri could be a bit clumsy. As a kid, he was a magnet for bumps and cuts and scratches and bruises; from falling up the stairs to cutting his finger by shattering a bowl on the kitchen counter while he was lipsyncing to J-Rock a little too intensely, Yuuri has seen just about every bit of minor first aid there is. In college, he was known as “The Band-Aid Man,” for being the only person in their dorm who had Band-Aids (He eventually just bought a jumbo pack and stuck them on a table in the hallway so people would stop knocking on his door at ungodly hours because of papercuts). Victor is similarly clumsy off of the ice, especially in the domestic sphere; like the time he slammed the dryer door on his finger, or the time he accidentally nicked himself under the knee while shaving his legs. Thankfully, Katsuki “The Band-Aid Man” Yuuri was there to save his husband from his unfortunate fate! (After stopping the bleeding, Yuuri gently applied antibacterial ointment and then a bandaid to Victor’s shaving wound. “Yuuri, you’re my hero!” Victor says dramatically, smiling widely.) Whenever Victor gets a minor wound, Yuuri is always there to bandage it and kiss it better. (Mostly bandage it, but Victor always gets a kiss, too.)

- Victor’s “sleep early, wake early” tendencies have lead to many nights of unfinished movies. Yuuri doesn’t mind, though. He either gently leads his half-asleep fiancé to the bathroom to brush his teeth, or picks up his sleeping form bridal-style and takes him to the bedroom. He’ll make sure Victor isn’t wearing anything too restricting and tuck him in quietly, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead before going to get ready for bed himself.

The end! I hope you enjoyed :)

p.s. should I write fics of these as post them on AO3? If so, LMK which one you like most!

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