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omgkatsudonplease · 6 years

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The next time Sara Crispino leaves her apartment, Viktor takes the nanny cam from Makkachin’s room and sets it up on the terrace, planting it amid his flowers and herbs and pointing it towards the penthouse.

she was cleaning knives? asks kobutachan. can that be used in court?

It’s circumstantial, replies Viktor, sending them the drone footage. But suspicious, right?

what the fuck, replies kobutachan not three minutes later. that’s insane. circumstantial yeah but insane.

And that’s all after a violent argument with her brother, too, along with her leaving the apartment several times last night, adds Viktor. Now I’m wondering if she’s moving out or if she’s moving HIM out you know what I mean?

out in a suitcase? echoes kobutachan. 😬😬😬 that doesn’t sound good

Definitely not, agrees Viktor. I think I’d like to keep an eye on her and see if she produces a body or something. I need to get to the bottom of this.

are you sure about that? you can’t fly a drone outside her window forever, she’ll notice.

I’m not flying a drone outside her window. There’s a knock at his door at that moment, causing him to jump. Viktor types out a hasty BRB to kobutachan and slams the laptop closed just as his housekeeper Christophe opens the door and pokes his head in, expression vaguely unamused.

“You were sleeping in your monitor room again?” he asks. “Viktor, you know the pull-out is bad for your back, right?”

Viktor grimaces. “Makkachin needed company,” he says. It’s a flimsy excuse; the poodle rarely sleeps in his own bed these days.

Christophe casts a glance towards the monitors, towards the radio blaring the police scanner in between bursts of static. “What are you up to this time?” he wonders.

“Just trying to solve a murder,” Viktor replies, before crossing to the door and taking it firmly from Christophe. “Save this room for last, okay?”

He closes the door without bothering to hear Christophe’s reply.

@bracari and I collabed together on a rear window au for @yoispyzine! i have a soft spot for hitchcock’s films, and rear window is one of my faves of his. i could go on and on about its commentary on seeing and (male) gazing and the seemingly voyeuristic nature of film, but then i’d be here all week.

the point is, pre-orders for this exciting zine open soon, so make sure you get a copy!

#yoispyzine #yoi spy zine #yoi #yuri on ice #saul bass #alfred hitchcock #lily's dabbles #dabbles done for lily

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seventhstar · 6 years

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spy zine promo, part 1

anyways i’ve had this fucking burn notice au lying about half-written for eighty years, so here, enjoy. this a promo fic for @yoispyzine. we are on sale now here!

update: part two here

“My name is Katsuki Yuuri. I used to be a spy, until…”

When you’re burned, Yuuri thinks, you have nothing. No cash, no credit, no job history. You’re stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in. You’re stuck living wherever you can find an unscrupulous landlord who’ll rent you a place without a lease or a background check.

Even if that means living directly over a swinger’s club.

Yuuri has slept in the desert during artillery fire. Yuuri has slept on a college campus during dubstep night. Yuuri has even slept through Minako snoring. But nothing could have prepared him for Viktor Nikiforov’s string of passive aggressive one night stands, all of which seem to end with him and his hapless victim rutting against Yuuri’s front door.

Once might have been an accident; twice might have been coincidence. Seven times is a pattern. A petty, awful, sexy pattern. He’s not even sure what Viktor’s endgame is--if he’s being punished because Viktor is still mad about Yuuri breaking up with him by fleeing the country, or if this is Viktor’s way of seducing him. Both of those are terrible options, because it’s not like Yuuri has gotten over Viktor, and it’s definitely not like he’s not spending his nights hard and aching and longing with the knowledge that Viktor is only ten feet away.

Either way. It has to stop. And not just because Viktor sounds like he’s enjoying himself thoroughly every evening, and Yuuri knows that if he was weak enough to open his front door and interrupt, Viktor would let Yuuri have him. Even a saint’s self control would be tested by Viktor shamelessly begging to be fucked ten feet from Yuuri’s bed.

“Tell me you found something.”

Phichit sighs. Chris sighs even louder. They probably practiced this instead of doing any work. Yuuri counts five empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter, and notes the open Photoshop window on Phichit’s laptop. He’s been sitting outside a noodle shop for six hours, waiting for his old handler to pass by, and so far has had no luck. Eventually, Celestino will have to come by the only place in Hasetsu where decent Italian food is sold. But that still leaves Yuuri unsuccessful, tired, sweaty, out of cold beer, and trapped in a loft apartment situated over an illegal sex club.

An illegal sex club his so-called friends refuse to help him put out of business.

“You know, Yuuri, just because you aren’t getting laid doesn’t mean you have to be bitter,” Chris says. He waggles his eyebrows. “It’s really a nice club. Very comfortable.”

“No,” Yuuri says. He cannot imagine being comfortable anywhere where people are having sex, in pubic, repeatedly. The whole place is probably like a public locker room, but with more semen. It probably smells like sweaty ass. It’s probably profoundly unsexy, like used toilet paper, or puppies, or Yuuri when he’s not pretending to be someone else.

“Just fuck him already,” Phichit says.

Yuuri hates it when he does that. Is he secretly a mind-reader? Can’t he let Yuuri repress in peace?

“I told you. He’s tactical support.”

“Is ‘tactical support’ Japanese for ‘guy I wanna bang’?”

“Phichit!”

“What?”

“Are you going to help me get rid of the club?”

“Who’s getting rid of the club?” Viktor asks. Yuuri turns; he didn’t even hear Viktor come in. “And why?”

Viktor sidles up behind him; his fingers brush across the back of Yuuri’s shoulder. Yuuri doesn’t shiver, but it’s a near thing. He waits for Viktor to move away, but he doesn’t. His breath is hot against Yuuri’s ear.

“Yuuri,” he says.

“Viktor.”

“I brought you breakfast.”

“It’s two pm.”

“There are hash browns.”

Yuuri glares at the floor. Viktor knows he’s weak for fried potatoes. He accepts the bag Viktor is proffering and opens it. The hash browns smell amazing, and they’re still warm.

“I thought Carlito’s didn’t serve breakfast after eleven,” Chris says.

“Oh, Raul made an exception for me.”

“Is he the one you’re fucking?”

Viktor hums in thought. “…yes?”

“Anyways,” Yuuri says. He shoves a hash brown in his mouth — it’s fluffy inside, crispy outside, dusted with salt — and groans with pleasure. He is supposed to be on a diet. First Viktor ruined sex and now he’s ruining food, too. “There’s no way this club isn’t committing a crime.”

“…about that,” Chris says. He sounds entirely innocent.

Yuuri is suspicious as hell. “What?”

“If you really want to investigate the club, I have an in,” he says. “But you have to promise you’ll take the job.”

“Is this about your bootleg sex toys?”

“They’re not my bootlegs! And it’s a legitimate public health issue!”

“It’ll get me into the club?”

“It’ll let you find out everything you could possibly want to know.”

Yuuri squints at Chris, who grins. Phichit grins, too. Yuuri can’t see Viktor, but he’s probably smiling, too.

Yuuri is so fucked.

“Fine.”

“…you own the club downstairs.”

“That’s right. I’m Shanice.”

“And you want me to help you keep the place open.”

“Look, I’m trying to create a safe space for people to explore their desires without being shamed. I started this place after I moved here with my husband and he then ran off in the middle of the night with all the money. It’s all I have. Hideki and his crew want to turn this place into one of their brothels. Which would you rather live above?”

Yuuri stares at her. If he lived above a brothel, Viktor couldn’t get laid there. On the other hand, Hideki is a human trafficking piece of shit. If Yuuri was a better person, this would be no choice at all.

As it is, he can’t stop himself from regretting having moral standards, just for a moment.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he says. “On one condition.”

“I can’t believe you had me banned,” Viktor says. He’s sitting in Yuuri’s favorite chair, bare feet propped up on the coffee table, ankles crossed. He’s wearing jeans and a plain tshirt, and glittery highlighter. The highlighter is tacky. He looks deeply irritated.

Yuuri keeps looking at him, torn: one hand, this is hilarious, and on the other hand, Viktor has a point, Yuuri is being petty as hell. Whatever. Viktor should have expected this. He knows how much Yuuri loves sleep.

“You deserve it.”

“You realize I can get laid elsewhere?”

“I don’t care about you getting laid, I want to sleep for eight hours uninterrupted.”

“You once slept through a volcano erupting.”

“The volcano was in another state and I was drugged.” Yuuri sighs. “Never mind. The job.”

“Mm.” Viktor picks up one of the files sitting on the desk. Phichit and Chris came by earlier with the results of their recon, and now they’re off dealing with one of Phichit’s internet people’s minor blackmail problem. They’d promised to be back in the evening to get the details ironed out.

Which leaves Yuuri with Viktor to figure out the approach. Hideki and his goons generally come by once a week to do their ‘give us your club or we’ll ruin your business’ song and dance, but Hideki himself comes by even more often to enjoy the club’s services. According to Shanice, he’s driving off customers with his bad manners and the way he treats his subs.

“Some of these subs are are probably bodyguards in disguise,” Viktor muses. “He never comes with one?”

“Shanice says he always has a naked woman on a leash with him. And he rents the back room for business meetings, and he provides them with subs, and sometimes they mysteriously wash up on the beach with stab wounds in the groin.”

“A two man job, then. You need someone to play sub for you.”

“I guess.”

“Unless you want to be stabbed in the dick.”

“You in?” Yuuri asks.

Viktor snorts.

“Okay, I’ll just ask Chri—”

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Viktor leans back in his chair, ankles crossed, and taps his lip with his index finger, the way he does when he’s thinking. “Just like old times,” he murmurs, smiling to himself, and Yuuri shivers. That’s the whole problem, he thinks, but he nods.

Taking his ex-boyfriend, who used to actually let Yuuri sexually dominate him, on this mission is a terrible, terrible idea. Either Phichit or Chris would be safer options. Yuuri shouldn’t.

Viktor traces the floor plan of the club, and says, “Tonight?”

“We can plant the bug, yeah. Phichit and Chris can put together my cover.”

“And mine?”

“If anyone asks you anything, play dumb.”

“Tch.” Viktor rolls his eyes, but Yuuri ignores him. Viktor is exceptional at playing dumb. Despite being almost six feet and made mostly of muscle, he always manages to give the impression that he’s soft, harmless, and stupid. Even though he destroyed Yuuri completely within the first minute of their first meeting.

“I’ll meet you here at nine,” Yuuri says. He gets up. “Wait, are you just doing this to get unbanned from the club?”

“You’ve caught me,” Viktor says, laughing, and he’s still chuckling behind his hand as Yuuri slips out of the apartment, the door closing behind him.

Yuuri picks up his dry cleaning so he’ll have clothes for the club tonight, buys some ugly sunglasses as part of his disguise because he doesn’t want his good Armani ones associated with this shitty cover, and scouts out the workplace of a potential government contact for his burn notice for three hours. Then, before he can think better of it, he stops at a pet store and buys a plain black collar and a leash.

#yoi #yuri on ice #yoi spy zine #fanfiction #victuuri #promo fic

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ao3feed-victuuri · 5 years

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baby, I know you know you can fly

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35aJmED

by rinsled05

They introduce themselves: Yuuri claiming to be an importer of foreign wines, Viktor declaring himself a translator for the Russian embassy. For a while, they skate together, with Yuuri dropping in skating advice between their small talk. He’s open and kind, strangely so for an operative, and Viktor wonders if perhaps the Americans choose to preserve their officers’ innocence and humanity. Not everyone comes out of ‘sparrow’ training intact the way Alina did.

Victuuri Red Sparrow AU. Viktor is a trained 'sparrow' and Yuuri is mark.

[Written for Yuri on Ice Spy Zine, in collaboration with the talented ammoniium @ tumblr / ammybuns @ twitter]

Words: 4562, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Mila Babicheva, Sara Crispino, Phichit Chulanont

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino

Additional Tags: Espionage, Falling In Love, Smut, Drama & Romance, yoi spy zine, Soviet Union, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35aJmED

#ao3feed #fanfic #victuuri #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #yuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice #yoi

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yoispyzine-blog · 5 years

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::incoming transmission from [REDACTED]::

“Once you've lived the inside-out world of espionage, you never shed it. It's a mentality, a double standard of existence.” — John le Carré

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Includes over 110 pages of exclusive content featuring 45 collaborators.

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nikiforoov · 6 years

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preview of a print i did for @yoispyzine 🔍👀

#yuri!!! on ice #yoi spy zine #yoispyzine #christophe giacometti #as if you can't figure out who it is by the facial hair askjasflkjasf #my art #preview

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rainysorarts · 5 years

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Time to post our pieces for the @yoispyzine ! I collaborated with the sweetest agent @shadhahvar A lil sci-fi spice for your eyes only. Check out her story as well! (and brace yourselves...!) Enjoy!

#soritarts #yoi spy zine: you only live once #shadhahvar #victuuri #yoi #Yuri!!! on Ice #fanart #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov

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genuine-firefly · 6 years

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Zine: @yoispyzine

Date: March 10, 2019

I got my YOI Spy Zine in! Can’t wait to dig into all the stories. Loving the art so far. 😊

#yoi swag #yoispyzine #you only live once zine #personal

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littlestarlost · 6 years

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YOI Spy Zine preview - You’re Just My Type

I’ve been given mission clearance to post an excerpt from my piece for the @yoispyzine! Pre-orders open soon so keep an eye out, because it’s going to be chock full of incredible content, including a collaboration that utterly thrills me to the core.

“A little bit of Monica in my life, a little—”

Yuuri hits Accept and puts his phone to his ear with a tipsy sigh. “I hate your ringtone.”

“It’s a classic,” his roommate Phichit replies, as he always does. “Also, where are you?”

“I’m on a date,” Yuuri mumbles. “His name is Victor. He said he’s a spy, so he probably works in telemarketing or something.”

“Yuuri,” Phichit says, in that I’m-not-mad-I’m-just-disappointed-in-your-life-choices-you-dick-hungry-cretin voice, “I have some concerns."

“I'm sure you do," Yuuri sighs. "You always do.”

“I don’t care how good-looking he is. You shouldn’t be there unsupervised. This is Chadwick all over again.”

“He’s not that good-looking,” Yuuri protests, only to be met with judgmental silence. He sighs. “Okay, you got me, he’s hot.”

“I knew it,” Phichit crows. “And also get back here, young man. Hotness isn’t worth it.”

“No, I don’t think you understand,” Yuuri says, a hair too loudly. “This guy is outrageous. He should absolutely be a model. He probably was, in his youth. He’s got ice blue eyes and his skin is flawless and he’s sculpted for the gods and I want to fuck him a million ways from Sunday. But I have no expectations other than that. I’ve got this under control.”

“Yeah, and I’ve never seen pornography or smoked weed behind the art wing in high school with Mr. Perry,” Phichit says. “We talked about this, Yuuri. Remember? You’re giving up hideous human beings for Lent?”

Yuuri scowls. “I know, but—oh god, shut up, shut up, he's coming back, he's so gorgeous I want to chew off his face—" he hangs up, cutting off the tinny sound of his best friend's protests just in time, and tries to compose himself as if he wasn't just gushing about his date to the point of fantasized cannibalism.

“Sorry about that,” Victor says with a sheepish grin, sliding into his seat. “I had to kill a guy outside, it took forever.” He dabs at some sweat that's collected on his brow; Yuuri crosses his legs and forces out a chuckle that he hopes sounds casual.

“Oh, sure,” he retorts, taking a sip of his drink. “Gotta make sure they don’t get back up, right?”

Victor’s grin widens, and he runs his tongue across his top teeth. “Exactly.”

#yoispyzine #you only live once #yuri on ice #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki

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