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[triptychgrip]

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 :)  

[sugarbunbie]

for my love on ice

by AG1234VL

Summary: When Yuuri is confronted with a much younger version of his husband one morning, he decides to take him to the rink.

A soft, fluffy fic with de-aged Viktor and Yuuri showing his love on ice. Roughly 1.5k words. Rated G.

Written for Yuri On Ice Gotcha For Gaza.

Thank you @lamusadelils for the donation and prompt! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy this little fic <3

Thank you @yuri-on-ice-action for making this all possible.

[altruistic-meme]

debating sharing the really rough ficlet im writing right now... and if i do, if i'll bother posting it to ao3 or just posting it here......

[farashasilver]

Ficlet, LeoJi, YOI

A little snippet of what was going to eventually be a road trip fic for Leo/Guang Hong, but then I got distracted by a dozen other things and fell out of fandom. Written for a the prompt "one-night stands"

They still hadn't talked about Beijing.

Leo tried really hard to tell himself that Beijing wasn't a mistake, that it hadn't screwed anything up and that they were still best friends. It was kind of hard to draw that firm conclusion about not screwing stuff up with neither of them were talking about it, though.

It was really hard to figure out whether he was mad about the fact that they wouldn't talk about Beijing when Guang Hong was asleep against the passenger side window, his face mashed against the glass, his nose wrinkling adorably when Leo hit a bump in the road that jostled him against the window.

Beijing had been everything Leo thought he wanted. Naked, freckled skin underneath his fingers. Pink lips against his own. Breathy little sounds into his ear. Feeling Guang Hong shake apart underneath him, his fingers wet with come.

Guang Hong snuffled against the window, shifted and sighed, curling around the other way in the passenger seat. Leo knew from experience that sleeping in a car wasn't the most comfortable thing. He still reached out and gently tipped Guang Hong's head back against the window so he wouldn't get a crick in his neck.

So they weren't talking about Beijing. Maybe before this trip was over they'd be not-talking about Flagstaff, Amarillo, Tulsa, St. Louis, Detroit. Leo could maybe learn to live with that.

[ashes0909]

Current Obsessions: Star Wars (Prequel Era, TCW Era, Kenobi the Series, Ahsoka the Series; Obikin); Marvel (all ships); Good Omens; RWRB; OFMD

a guide to my fic

TUMBLR FIC:

Check Please (web comic)

omgcp: jack/bittle

Champion of Blushes

Harry Potter

hp: draco/harry

Communication Cube

Oh How the Tables Have Time-Turned

I fear…

Marvel Ficlets

mcu: steve/tony

Hold Your Hand

Denial

A Battle

Union

Nightly News

Little Ketchup

chocolate, storm, and warm

travel, Canada, animal

raspberry, snow, flowers

sunshine, piano, hug

HP/MCU Crossover AU

The Beat of his Pounding Head

Adverse Anniversaries

The Telepath

Enlisted Omegas

Landline

kitten, chocolate, sunshine

Possessive + Shield = Love 

A Little Hocus Pocus

Scientific Method

McJailbait

“I am eating bread and crying on the floor.”

The worst thing that I ever did / Was what I did to you

"You are the best thing that's ever been mine"

Last Great American Dynasty

mcu: tony/bucky

relief, lost, and found

blue, sunflower, and wonder

monochrome, light, and star

Possessive, Protection, Paperwork

sunburn, piña colada, stingray 

fracture, scream, cry 

lost, angry, armed

humor, magic, Brooklyn

tender, green and trust

A Little Sweetness

“I am crying and the onion is laughing.”

“This blond man has stupid ideas.”

“I do not need to read your terms and services to accept you.”

mcu: steve/tony/bucky

Night Terror Routine

Relinquish, expectation, punish

chocolate, pillow, snow

hand sanitizer, belt, panic

mcu: steve/bucky

Autumn Leaves

mcu: clint/bucky

penguin, marshmallow, cuddle 

dessert, embarrassment and knives

banana, coffee table, golden retriever

mcu: clint/phil

Photo

mcu: gen fic

Planet Z - Natasha, Sam, Bucky

Heels - Bucky Barnes

Red White and Royal Blue

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The Death of Me (with Kneepads!)

The Sweater

Star Wars

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“Please take my jacket.”

Nightmares

“I do not trust men in suits.”

Master of Arts

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[scribeoffate]

Whumptober Ficlets

Hello! I am sad I have not written any whumptober fics and I have some extra time today and I haven't done ficlets in a while!

So send me up to 3 prompts from The 2023 Whumptober List . Please send individual prompts not "number 1" and feel free to mix and match to your heart's content. You can send up to four characters, a pairing/s, or friendships as you desire. Use / for pairings and & for friendship. If you don't send me any characters, I will just choose ones I like and we will probably get more Scott whump. 😈

Ficlets could be anything from one sentence to full-blown fics. I really don't know yet. Let us see!

(If you want to send non teen wolf prompts, please feel free yoi frens. I am out of practice but it might happen. <3)

[joeys-piano]

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Tagged by @backwardshirt to share story linkies. No clean sweeps here. Mostly works from my 2016 - 2018 era are represented here, and they are not good indications of what my work is like now 🤣

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[sailormelanie]

Troubleshooting your fiancé’s issues while you’re away is haaard.

[croaissant]

Your Lie in April AU anyone?

He was underwater.

His pounding of the keys did nothing against the deafening current that threatened to drown him completely. His fingers moved, frantic and pleading, as the final trances of his song flittered far beyond reach. Slowly, the world darkened around him, muffled, cold— dark.  Yet his hands still moved like a perfectly-timed puppet, thumping mechanically on stark ivory.

That’s it, Vitka, play exactly as the score tells you. No more, no less, and you’ll be perfect.

He was perfection, the epitome of technical prowess. It was all he would ever need, and all he could ever want.

A sharp smack to the back of the head snapped Victor out of his reverie. His thoughts tended to wander in the monotony of his job transcribing music for one of the nearby karaoke bars. While he didn’t exactly need a part-time job to make ends meet, generations of wealth and smart investments ensuring he would live comfortably for the rest of his life, it was a good way to pass the time. Another rap to the head forced him out of his rambling thoughts once again, and Victor drew his gaze upward to meet narrowed, dark blue eyes and drawn brows.

Georgi Popovich loomed over his desk with a frown on his face and a rolled up magazine in hand. The latter was raised high above them, poised to strike Victor’s poor, abused head a third time.

“Now I know you need to focus, Victor,” he said, a childish whine lilting into voice, “but you should know that there hasn’t been any music playing on your phone for ages now.”

True to his word, the music app on Victor’s phone was frozen on the album image, the progress bar at full, and play button on display. He must have forgotten to set it on loop. A quick glance at the top of the screen showed him the time. 7:47PM, more than three hours since he started and thirty-two minutes late to his meeting with Georgi. The room, previously bathed in the mid-afternoon sunlight, was now illuminated by the fluorescent lamps overhead.

Victor whipped his head to the open windows. Resting on a perch of treetops, the crescent moon glimmered softly overhead, while minute pinpricks of light twinkled across a sea of indigo and black.

“How long has it been night?”

“Since the sunset an hour ago,” Georgi replied with narrowed eyes. “You’ve been sitting here, doing nothing, for at least that long.”

Victor responded with his ever-reliable charm, a sheepish hand raised to the back of his head. “Will you believe that I got lost in the moment?”

He didn’t, that much was clear in the flat look his friend shot him. Rather than berate him a second time, however, Georgi simply drew a chair from a nearby desk, pulled out the bud from Victor’s left ear, and placed it into his own.

At Victor’s bemused expression, he said, “I might as well give you a few more minutes to finish up whatever you were doing. Or at least figure out where you left off before going off into daydream land. I can spare a little time, the restaurant is open until midnight anyway.”

He then clicked Victor’s phone to life and pressed the play button. He made a face as the first notes crashed into their ears.

“Of all the songs in the world,” he moaned, tears pooling rapidly into his eyes, “it just had to be our song! The one song that makes me think of her and all all the time we spent together. Wasted, all of it wasted. Thrown into the trash like...”

Victor allowed Georgi’s passionate monologue wash over him. He was no stranger to his friend’s perplexing relationship with his sometimes-girlfriend, Anya. They had gotten together, broken up, restarted an awkward friendship, and repeated the process more times than he thought two people could stand. If he didn’t know better, than Victor would have considered this some bizzare acting exercise. Georgi always performed best cast as a heartbroken, scorned lover.

He managed to find the exact moment his transcribing left off by the time his friend finished off his heartfelt screaming. With the right lyrics and timestamp in place, he deemed his work finished for the day and packed up his belongings. With Georgi’s help, he did a quick inspection of the room before locking it securely with his borrowed key. They chatted briefly with the Music Department secretary as Victor signed out and returned his key to the facilities officer.

“It was nice of the school to let you use the vacant music rooms. I know a bunch of students who would kill for that kind of favoritism,” Georgi teased.

Victor shrugged, “I’m surprised they allow it at all, considering I don’t even need it for my degree.”

“Oh yes,” his companion drawled, “what ever could a music major like yourself use a music room for?”

“There’s more than one type of music major, Georgi.”

“Yes, yes,” he dismissed with a lazy wave, “but people hear your name and forget that you haven’t played in years.”

Two years, to be more precise. Two years of keeping himself from the public eye, disappearing from piano competitions, and redirecting himself to scholarly pursuits rather than performance.

“What can I say? I’m a legend!”

Despite his best efforts, people still knew who Victor Nikiforov was. The living legend, the prodigy, the human metronome — there was no escaping that. And he only had himself to blame.

[nuttinonice]

Otayuri if youre still doing this. The moment beka starts seeing yuri in a different kind of way like yuri, flexible bae that he is, stretching and otabek stares at his arse, not recognising Yuri right away. But afterwards he can not unsee how much yuri has changed.

Sure thing! 

Ever since Otabek moved to Russia to train, Yuri had made a habit of manipulating the practice schedules in Yakov’s office. They’d only started dating about a month ago when Otabek arrived and with the crazy training regimens, it wasn’t often they got any alone time. At least until Yuri fudged the numbers enough that only him and Otabek were left at the rink after dark on Friday night. 

There were two dance studios equipped at the rink. They used them in the early off-season for choreography and Yuri always used them for ballet warm ups, but it was a space he thought would make a damn good make out spot if he could get Otabek in there. 

“Hey, I’m trying to do this new spiral position.” Yuri said when they stepped off the ice for a break, grabbing his water bottle from the bench and taking a few gulps. “I don’t like to be alone here after dark and stuff, can you come with me to the ballet room?”

“Hm?” Otabek blinked. “Oh, sure. Maybe you could give me some tips and stuff, I’m still stiff as a board.”

“Yeah you gotta loosen up this season.” Yuri wiggled his eyebrows a little just to tease him and bent down to untie his skates, sighing in relief when he tugged them off one by one and snapped the guards on, Otabek doing the same. “I can uh… I can show you some yoga stuff if you want”

“That’d be nice.” Otabek smiled, blushing a little when Yuri grabbed his hand to lead him towards the studio rooms. Yuri loved when he could get him a little bit flustered. His skin was so much darker, so it was a little hard to see when he blushed, but every time Yuri caught it, he thought it was adorable. 

He lead him into the dance studio with the mirrored walls and let go of his hand, hopping up to the balance bar and bringing his leg up to his head to stretch it. “Shit, that feels nice. I’ve been really tight today for some reason.”

“Um.” Otabek stared with wide eyes.

“What?”

“I mean I knew you were flexible, but… Wow.”

“Oh.” Yuri blushed, taking his leg down. “I mean… Yeah?”

Otabek’s face was redder as he walked up to him and put a hand on his waist, eyebrows pushing together like he was trying to take in every detail of Yuri’s body before him.

“Beka?” Yuri laughed.

“Sorry.” He smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I forget how beautiful you are sometimes.”

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[tales-of-stories]

All By Yourself but Not Alone

Yuri discovered and started following Katsudon’s Spotify account roughly three days into his time in Japan. The first playlist he opened up, unhelpfully labelled “Wednesdays at 7 PM” and really lacking the warnings it deserved, turned out to be Katsudon’s music for his pole dancing practices; Yuri’s left eyelid twitched for the rest of the day and he refused to explore Katsudon’s account again.

But, well, that was then and this is now, and desperate times call for desperate measures, etc.

All of his music makes him think either of skating or Otabek, and he doesn’t want to do either. He would like to think about nothing; just a nice 45-minute rage jog that hopefully tires him out enough he can sleep tonight. But he can’t because he needs music and all of his reminds him of stupid careers or stupid boys and Victor’s account is full of bubblegum pop and Georgi’s is full of operatic ballads and Mila listens to rap and Eurovision entries and he just wants something decent and...

He studiously ignores “Wednesday at 7 PM” to click on “Finals Pt 1: Hope Remains,” which is full of dumb classical shit that he immediately clicks out of. He looks distrustfully at “Finals Pt 2: Abandon All Hope” before clicking on it as well; it can’t contain anything worse than the horrors he’s seen in Victor’s account. And the first song is...fuck it’s good.

Four months later he debuts a new exhibition skate that begins with whispering and ends with screaming and skates off the ice to give a sharp nod to Katsudon and inform Victor for the thousandth time that his husband is way too cool for him.

[diedraechin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont, Vicchan (Yuri!!! on Ice), Original Characters Additional Tags: University, Identity Reveal, Soft Katsuki Yuuri, Katsuki Yuuri is unfairly beautiful, Vicchan went to Detroit, Therefore Yuuri needed a dog walker/sitter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Outsider, Oblivious Heartbreaker Katsuki Yuuri, Not Beta Read, We take pity on Io when it comes to my short flights of fancy, Pre-Canon Summary:

Written for Yuuri's birthday!

Sofia was sure of a few things in her life, two of those things are: 1) Even though the dog was cute, she was sure the owner was taking advantage of her abuela's kind heart 2) The 'Unfairly Beautiful Japanese Boy' she kept seeing on campus had to be an angel because look at him.

Only one of them is true.

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Sorta kinda a stand alone.

Technically this is a side ficlet for Bear Your Soul on the Ice... However, there is literally nothing in it besides Vicchan going to Detroit with Yuuri instead of Vicchan staying in Japan that is directly related to the plot of that fic. Sooooo, you can read this as just another Identity Reveal fic.

[theficrecfairy]

I think this is the ficlet one of our followers was looking for once...

~The Fic Rec Elf~

[Viktor and Chris are in what looks like Chris’s living room. Chris is sitting in an armchair; Viktor is lying on the sofa with his head on the arm. They both have a glass of wine in hand. An open bottle is sitting on the table in front of them.

Chris reaches out and pokes Viktor on the head.

“Truth or dare?”

“Hmm.” Viktor says. He drinks from his glass. “Truth.”

“Grand Prix Finalists this year, hottest to not-est.”

“Men singles skaters only?’

“Exactly.”

“Including myself?”

“No.”

“Do I go high to low or low to high?”

“Low to high, I think. Best to get it over with.”

“Mm.” Viktor drinks from his glass again until it’s empty. He holds it out, and Chris refills it. “All right. Number six, Michele Crispino.”

“Why?” Chris asks. “I mean, obviously, we’ve met Michele, but for the benefit of the viewers–”

“He’s convinced I’m secretly interested in his sister.” Viktor rolls his eyes. Chris snorts. “Number five…Leroy.”

“Leroy? Really?”

“He’s, what, twelve?”

“He’s twenty.”

“He’s twelve. And he’s only ranked above Michele because Yuri hates him, so he must be doing something right. Number four, Cao Bin, because of his eyebrows.”

“His eyebrows?” Chris gestures and wine splashes onto his hand. He licks it off.

“He needs to draw them in.”

“I’m shocked that you’re still single, Viktor.”

“Someday my prince will come. Number three, you, because you’re the only person on this list I can confirm is actually good in bed.”

“Thank you.”

“Number two is of course me.” Viktor runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m pretty.”

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t rank yourself.”

“You agreed to that. All right, last but definitely not least, number one: Yuuri Katsuki.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Katsuki?”

“Have you seen him? Have you seen his face?” Viktor nearly spills the wine on himself. “His bone structure. His eyebrows. His hands. His thighs.”

“That escalated quickly.”

“He could bench press me and I would thank him.”

“We’re still on camera.”

“I would lick borscht off his abs and if you see this, Katsuki, feel free to call me, I’m available.”

“I’m actually going to give him your number now.”]

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c-giacometti @v-nikiforov and i off the ice. thanks to @chateaupetrus for the wine. (@katsuki-y, check your messages.)

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grobsjo @katsuki-y but did you call him??  catfishcary i would also lick borscht off yuuri’s abs and i’m deathly allergic to beetroot v-nikiforov @catfishcary some things are worth dying for v-nikiforov @grobsjo he did

[victuuri-skates]

If forced to choose, Yuuri would say that stolen moments with Victor were his favorite ― sleepy kisses on the train ride home, collapsing on the bed and drenching the sheets in sweat after their morning runs, making pirozhki together on snowy afternoons, their hands somehow always managing to find each other during the night.

There was something to be said about the quietness of being loved.

Growing up, Yuuri had expected love to come in a great tidal wave, its power relentless and all-consuming. That’s what Mari had told him, anyway, when she had begun dating her first girlfriend at the age of thirteen. Yuuri had taken this knowledge and stowed it away, waiting for the moment that he felt that first rush of love.

So, when Victor had dominated the skating world as a child prodigy, it only made sense that Yuuri had made the connection, wasting no time in running out to purchase every poster he could get his hands on. There was something about watching Victor skate that made him feel raw inside, as though his body couldn’t take the longing.

Now, though, Yuuri knew better. Falling in love with Victor ― the real Victor, not the one from his posters or the televised press conferences ― hadn’t been a grand, flip-of-the-switch moment where everything had suddenly changed. Instead, it had been a deep, quiet tugging in the pit of his stomach, drawing them silently together.

As months passed and Victor continued to coach him, he decided that he preferred the quiet; the unremarkable moments where nothing particularly splendid happened were a steady, constant, irrevocable reminder that he was loved, through and through.

Yuuri let out a heavy sigh, watching as pale afternoon light reflected off of the gold band that sat on his right hand. Next to him, Victor was snuggled under the three duvets that layered their bed, his icy feet pressed up against Yuuri’s exposed calves.

It had been a month since the Grand Prix final, and while Yuuri was relieved that he’d made it to the podium, he’d somehow managed to return to St. Petersburg from Barcelona with more questions than answers.

Namely, their matching rings.

Yuuri hadn’t necessarily intended for the rings to symbolize an engagement; if anything, he had been looking for a way to promise Victor all the things he couldn’t work up the courage to say aloud. However, once Victor had publicly announced that they were to be married after Yuuri won gold, he was no longer entirely sure what the rings meant, and the topic hadn’t been brought up since.

“You’re quiet,” Victor murmured, poking him in the side.

Yuuri shifted to face Victor, pulling the covers up to below his chin as he stared at him. His face was achingly familiar, his bright eyes and lopsided smile feeling more like home than anywhere else.

“You’re making me nervous, zolotse.”

Yuuri shook his head as he intertwined their hands, squeezing them for reassurance. “No, you don’t need to be nervous. I guess I just have a question that I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Victor raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Yuuri swallowed thickly, trying desperately to ignore the violent whirlwind of nerves in his stomach. “Did you mean what you said in Barcelona? About getting married?”

“I thought that it was obvious,” Victor said, his eyes softening. “Of course I did ― although only if that’s what you want.”

“I do,” Yuuri said. “But what about gold? I didn’t win it this time around, and there’s no guaranteeing that I’ll win it at this year’s final.”

“Oh, zolotse,” Victor murmured, “that was just to intimidate the other skaters. You could never place again, and I’d still marry you in a heartbeat. You’re my everything, Yuuri.”

Yuuri smiled softly at him. “And you’re mine.”

The room grew still as snow began to fall outside, and it was in this quiet moment that Yuuri found peace.

[raiiningforever2ice]

[Yuri on Ice] Chris x Reader 🌟

Requested on Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/12466031/Oneshot-book/8

Gender Neutral, can be easily read by anyone!

Small fic: 400 words

Fluff/Romance

TW/CW: None!

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"I'm back, love!" You say in a sing-song voice as you take off your shoes and place them neatly on the shoe rack.

"Chris?" Confused by the complete silence, you let out a sigh and walk further into your apartment.

You walked into the kitchen and see a little note resting on top of the table. You grabbed the piece of paper and read it, smiling at the doodles drawn all over.

Hi my love! Practice was very tiring, so I can't wait up for you ☹️ I brought back some take out! Xoxo

Giggling, you folded the paper gently and placed it in your pocket. You found the takeout bag, noticing how it was still somewhat warm. You opened the box letting a quiet 'yes' at the sight of your favorite food.

Without wasting any time you ate your food while scrolling through your social media. After finishing and putting everything away, you went to your room to grab some fresh clothes. Rummaging through your drawers, you kept glancing back and forth to make sure that your lovely partner was still sleeping. You took a quick shower, did your night routine and went back to the bedroom.

Slowly lowering yourself on your bed, snuggling into the blankets. You lied on your side and looked at your boyfriend's face, letting an amused huff at his little snores. Leaning forward, you left a soft peck on Chris' cheek and then shimmied closer to him, burying your face at the nape of his neck.

"Welcome home, honey." he mumbled with his sleep-filled voice and brought his arm around you, bringing your bodies even closer.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No. My love tingles alarmed me of your presence." He let out a sigh and dropped a kiss at the top of your head.

"Mm, how was practice?"

"Eh, I pissed off Josef again. The usual. How was work?"

"Big boss had a rage fit again over nothing. The usual." You both giggled and then fell into a comfortable silence.

You were at the edge of falling asleep when he spoke up again.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" you murmured.

"I missed you a lot today."

"I missed you too."

"You have the day off tomorrow, right?"

"Mhm."

"I took the day off too."

"Really? So, we get to sleep in together?"

"Yes love."

"Good." you kissed him once more, this time on the chest.

"See you in the morning love.

"See you in the morning."

[belesslikeme]

feeling YOI nostalgia as I watched FS Cup of China today, so here, have a post-Cup of China ficlet

“Why did you kiss me?”

It was the first thing that fell out of Yuuri’s mouth when Victor closed the door of the silver medallist’s hotel room after them. Since they said their goodbyes to other skaters after the medal ceremony Yuuri went silent, only reacting to Victor’s happy gibberish with indistinctive hums and nods. He was gathering his strength not to cower and leave the confusion caused by that kiss unresolved. He needed to know, he needed to have answers, no matter if it was going to crush him and his hopes down.

Victor’s happy demeanour changed instantly after the words resonated in the small room. He stopped looking at Yuuri and turned his eyes down.

“You see Yuuri… I want to be honest with you…”

Why is he looking so sad so suddenly? He is regretting this, isn’t he? - was what ran through Yuuri’s mind, this whole situation only fuelling his anxiety.

“…I owe you an apology.”

Ah… Here it comes – ‘Sorry— you know how impulsive I am’, ‘Sorry – it didn’t mean anything’, ‘Sorry – it was just a joke’, ‘Sorry…’

“I am sorry, Yuuri, but it seems that I am just the worst coach.”

Yuuri’s train of thoughts spiralling down into more self-deprecation drew to a sudden halt when Victor said that, resignation in his voice as he continued, staring at the floor.

“I made you cry just before competition and then I knocked you down on the ice, which seriously could have ended up in an injury, what was I thinking? What’s more I didn’t know that my very own student could jump a quad flip? Maybe Yakov is right, I shouldn’t call myself a coach after all…”

“Victor, stop! You are the best coach I’ve ever had. Period. I wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t for you, not to mention win a silver medal.”

“Yuuri…”

“That’s the truth. But – what does it all have to do with my question?”

“Because you see, Yuuri – a professional coach never should have fallen in love with his student. And I... Have. I am in love with you. That’s why I kissed you and that’s why I am just the…”

“Just Victor.”

“Yuuri?”

“That’s why you are ‘just Victor’ and that is all I ever asked and will ever ask of you – just be Victor, please.”

Victor’s eyes searched Yuuri’s incredulously, but he must have seen something in them, the assurance that his words were true, because he started smiling, a little teary-eyed, but still. However he didn’t manage to say anything back before Yuuri continued.

“Well, I might ask you for one more thing.”

“Anything.”

“Kiss me again?”

And so the worst coach but the very best Victor did.