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lucky dude

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Drawing my faves in my workout clothes

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For Day 1 of Giacometti Week: Roses

Part 1 of Giacometti Week Drabbles

Summary:

Chris keeps running into a Mystery Person who Victor thinks could be Chris' soulmate. Fate must know that Chris likes to be teased because she's not making it easy on him.

Have you ever smelled something that resonated with you so deeply that you have an out of body experience? Not like the perfume of the wildflowers that remind you of home because your mom always kept a fresh bouquet of them on the kitchen table. Or the spices in your favorite comfort food that never fails to cheer you up before you even take a bite. But rather an essence that connects with you at your core -- a sensation so deep and so strong that it must be linked to one of your past lives?

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just one drink

Christophe Giacometti/Victor Nikiforov

1,614 words

Victor has had enough.

It’s a Sunday night, and for the fifth week in a row, the flat above him is throwing a massive party. The music is so loud the whole block can probably hear it and Victor wouldn’t mind that they’re partying on until God knows when in the morning, but he has a 9 am lecture in the morning and he needs to sleep.

Enough is enough. They’ve got to turn the music down.

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For @giacometti-week Day 3: Relationships

Victor has had enough.

It’s a Sunday night, and for the fifth week in a row, the flat above him is throwing a massive party. The music is so loud the whole block can probably hear it and Victor wouldn’t mind that they’re partying on until God knows when in the morning, but he has a 9 am lecture in the morning and he needs to sleep.

He didn’t mind for the first couple of weeks of term when it was Freshers and everyone was throwing parties every single night of the week, but lectures have started now and Victor came to university to get a degree, not blow his entire student loan on nights out and alcohol and end up living off beans on toast for the rest of term.

Victor can hear people yelling “we like to drink with Chris, because Chris is our mate, because when we drink with Chris he gets it down in eight, seven, six…” upstairs and lets out a sigh. Enough is enough. They’ve got to at least turn the music down.

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tick tock goes the clock

Christophe Giacometti/Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov, Christophe Giacometti/Mystery Boyfriend

614 words

Victor Nikiforov is Chris’ soulmate.

This cannot be happening.

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For @giacometti-week Day 2: Time

The timer on Chris’ wrist stops when Victor Nikiforov first acknowledges him at a skating competition, throws him a rose, and says that he’ll see him at the Worlds. Chris can’t quite believe it, because this is Victor Nikiforov, winner of multiple gold medals, internationally famous, world champion Victor Nikiforov, but now he’s also apparently Chris’ soulmate.

Victor Nikiforov is Chris’ soulmate.

This cannot be happening.

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@emerald-imperial

Marching Band au

-Viktor’s a drum major (he’s also a junior. Nobody knows what he sold his soul to) and he’s the one that people actually like but are also mad intimidated by -Yuuri’s a clarinet (also a sophomore but didn’t match his first year) but plays percussion in concert band -They first meet at band camp and Yuuri doesn’t completely know he’s a drum major. He feels like an idiot the rest of the night once Phichit informs him. -(Side note: Phichit can play trumpet and mellophone. He also lives for standtunes) -Viktor’s that one prodigy kid who got into the highest band freshman year and can play waaay too many instruments well than anyone should (he got the bassoon solo that one (1) time and was blissfully “"unaware”“ of the salty double reeds “he’s played it for six months!” “Yeah well he’d probably be first chair anyway”) -Everyone checks each other out in the uniforms. E v e r y o n e. This includes poor Yuuri whose drill is mainly in the front by Your Favorite DM -Their uniforms are hands down crimson, white, and black (who doesn’t look good in that??) -During the dinners for all day practices, Viktor decided to sit down by Phichit and Yuuri the second day because they sat by themselves (Yuuri joked about them being the lame underclassmen but apparently Viktor actually likes their company??? Fuckin wild??) -On game nights, they have approximately 7.62 minutes of eating time but Yuuri always manages to end up with extra food (it’s 1000% Viktor paying double for game night dinners “not my fault we eat at four and don’t get back until two”) -Yuuri didn’t hold down his bridge keys while dancing in the stands and his upper part completely flew off and went underneath the bleachers. A band mom had to bring it back up and he was as red as their plumes

That’s all I got for now, folks, but I’ll probably add more on to this because I Love Them??

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Forgot to post these. All the edits/multimedia screenshots from my Tinder AU where Chris and Yuuri match on Tinder, but they’re both in love with Viktor, and Viktor is in love with them.

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Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforv, 4.3k, Explicit

Tags: Cock Warming, Foot Fetish, Blow Jobs, Domestic Fluff, Post-Canon, Service Submission, slight D/s, Kink Exploration

Summary:

Viktor Nikiforov would give Katsuki Yuuri the world, whether he asks for it or not. He wants to love Yuuri, and this is simply just one of the ways he knows how.

aka:

Viktor the service sub, ft. cock warming

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thinkin’ about @giacometti-week like

inspiration courtesy of @katsuki-skates

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I’m late but this is for @yoiweddingweek. The upper photo is a part of a shinto wedding (I hope I didn’t mess up too bad, I had help from a friend who married a Japanese man but I could have easily gone wrong). The second is a Jewish wedding since I headcanon Viktor as Jewish. Under the Chupa, a canopy. For the cultural differences prompt. A bit surprised at how good the hands look in the second one.

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Let’s undo these belts and-

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27, viktuuri!

Viktuuri #27: A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

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       The soft murmur of conversations washes over Victor as he quietly sips his champagne. Surprisingly, he manages to steer himself away from the crowds of well wishers. It’s his fifth consecutive gold at the Grand Prix Final, but the only thing he could think of was how much his cheeks hurt from forcing a smile. The small group surrounding him has dwindled down to a few other skaters. All of them chit chatting and trying to enjoy themselves until their coaches insisted that they come market themselves to yet another representative. They seem to be having fun, and don’t notice if Victor half-follows the conversation, contributing the occasional nod or smile.

      In his head, he knows that the party is loud and bright. But everyone’s voices seem muffled. Colors faded. Ah. He blinks slowly, a memory rising of diving into the hotel pool at one competition or another – it hardly mattered, they all blurred together. He’d sunk to the bottom, enjoying the cool water. Sounds from the surface had been mottled and distant. The quiet had settled around him like a cloak. Victor feels like he’s slipped back to the bottom of the water again. Idly he wonders if this is some sort of sign. Like maybe the growing dissatisfaction of the past few years has finally caught up with him. Maybe the whispers on social media and news sources were right to wonder if this year was his last. Maybe he’d –

      “– think, Victor?”

      Victor’s eyes suddenly refocus on the people standing around him. They’re all looking at him expectantly. Oh. There must have been a question. It’s only a fraction of a second before he pulls on his trademark smile, tossing his silver bangs to one side. “Forgive me,” he says, willing the smile to stay in place. “I must be worn out from the fierce competition this year. My thoughts were a million miles away.”

      The girl – one of the ice dancer pairs, he remembers – giggles, placing a hand on his arm and leaning in close. “Already planning for your next victory at Europeans? No one came within 30 points of you, Victor. You can take it easy, you know.” She laughs, the others following behind like it’s something to be happy about.

      Another bright smile, wider than the last. “Now, now. If I took your suggestion, surely I’d fall out of practice and my competitors would rightfully wipe the ice with me,” Victor says smoothly. He turns back to the man who’d originally jarred him from his thoughts. “I am sorry, but what were you asking?”

     The man gestures across the room with his champagne flute in hand. “I was asking what you thought about Katsuki. He seems pretty friendly with your rinkmate, so I figured you must know him at least a bit.”

      Following the line of the man’s arm, Victor sure enough spots Yuri Plisetsky, a promising young skater from Victor’s home rink who would be headed into seniors next year. Yuri is currently scowling at a dark haired man who looks vaguely familiar. “I don’t know him, but he looks like he’s giving little Yura a run for his money.” The group laughs and conversation quickly moves on, but Victor continues to watch this mystery man. Whoever he is gestures emphatically, earnestly even. As he talks, he leans in closer and closer, obviously making Yuri even more flustered. What’s most surprising is that Yuri doesn’t seem to be angry – or at least not just angry, that’s his default setting – but also…is that embarrassment? Well. This might be the first interesting thing that’s happened to Victor all week. Or at least since Makkachin learned that new trick!

      Victor glances around, trying to spot Yakov, curious what their coach thinks of this interesting development. His eyes swept the crowd, landing on the glowering countenance of Yakov in all his glory. Victor knows that he’s spotted Yuri by the way his normal expression of irritation turned blood red, his scowl lines deepening the longer he stared across the room at his young protégé. Yakov turns and locks eyes with Victor, jerking his head sharply towards the corner where Yuri and Katsuki were still going back and forth.

      At this point, Victor can’t tell if it was an actual argument or if they are having a friendly-but-heated discussion. With a small sigh, he excuses himself from the conversation which has continued flowing around him without a hitch. As he walks purposefully across the room, nodding and smiling without pausing to various people who call out to him, he wonders if anyone actually needs him. Or if they just want a gold medal winner to stand and smile without interacting. It’s only a handful of steps now, and Victor starts catching snippets of the conversation (argument?).

      “– can’t be two – battle – only one man left standing!” Yuri is inches from Katsuki’s face, not quite yelling. “You better not chicken out, idiot!” he says, tossing his blonde hair back. “The winner of this dance off gets exclusive rights to the name Yuri for seniors.” He glares and jabs Katsuki hard in the chest with one finger.

     Pushing back against Yuri’s finger, Katsuki sways and smiles. When he speaks, it’s slurred and a tad louder than socially acceptable. “Deal! But we need judges, little Yuri.” Victor finds himself pressing his lips together to hide a smile. He’s not quite sure if it’s because he is – very obviously – drunk, but Katsuki has a slight accent. It’s not as pronounced as his own when he speaks English, but the slight lilt gives Katsuki’s words an almost musical quality that Victor really likes.

     Katsuki doesn’t give Yuri a chance to do anything but sputter at the moniker. He’s already turning a shaky gaze towards the crowd. When his eyes land on Victor, they light up and double in size. He walks towards Victor; his feet tangle, sending him reeling forward. Victor jerks in surprise, throwing his arms out and catching him before Katsuki can hit the floor. “Oops!” he chuckles without a hint of remorse. He brings his eyes, still shining, up and winks at Victor saying, “You’ll judge for us right?”

     For once, Victor is completely speechless. “I –”, he stutters before regaining his composure. “Of course! I’m always happy to help!” He blinks, mind spinning rapidly in an attempt to keep up with this whirlwind of a man. Katsuki and Yuri trade a few more verbal jabs, teasing and bragging. Which is frankly amazing. Yuri has always been a little cut-off from others. Not reserved, the young skater processed everything through a filter of teen rage. But here he is laughing and dancing – albeit mockingly at the other Yuri. The two quickly work their way through a few warm up acrobatics, putting their skater’s bodies to work.

     “Like what you see?” a deep voice behind Victor asks. Chris moves up to stand beside him, pushing the limits of Victor’s personal boundaries to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. He nimbly plucks a coat out of the air without missing a beat, and Victor sees  He purses his lips and tips his head in the direction of the two dancers.

     His eyes are drawn immediately to Katsuki – Yuri, he reminds himself. His movements are unconstrained and fluid, the alcohol loosening his limbs along with any inhibitions he might have. His hair is disheveled from the many times his hands have run through it. Now that jacket is gone, the dress shirt stretches tight over defined chest and arms, and Victor feels warmth flood his cheeks. This Katsuki Yuri is attractive. The man in question is balanced on one hand, shirt rucked up and exposing toned abs, while he throws his legs in the air. Victor feels his mouth drop open slightly. Very attractive.

     Chris’s laugh rings out, pulling Victor back out of his thoughts. He casually studies Victor from the corner of his eye. Whatever reaction he was looking for, it must have amused him. A sly smile makes an appearance. “He moves beautifully on the ice, too. I was surprised by his performance today,” he says.

      Victor startles, whipping his head around. Performance today? He turns to stare again at Katsuki Yuri. Katsuki Yuri, his competitor. God, how out of touch has he become? Suddenly the party which had turned bright is overcome by a dark cloud. Chris is turned now to chat with someone else who came up to watch as well – Mila, he thinks – and Victor is left with his thoughts again. He can’t believe that he didn’t see it before. It’s been a long time since he’s paid any attention to his competition. But not knowing their name or face? He’s struck with another wave of sadness and fights to keep his face neutral.

      Both Yuri’s seem to be having the time of their life, and Victor wants. He wants to laugh without forcing it out of his throat. He wants to smile without feeling like it’s in danger of falling off his face. He wants to belong somewhere again instead of just taking up a role. And most of all he wants to feel something other than blank weariness and resignation. As Victor listens to Katsuki’s laugh sound over the muffled noise of the banquet crowd, he finds himself wanting to laugh, too.

      And it’s as Victor is standing there, feeling himself sinking back down into the quiet, sad place in his own mind that Katsuki darts forward. Yuri is bent over, winded and clearly spent. Katsuki grabs Victor’s hand, his face suddenly serious. Victor looks down at him, face a flushed mess from exertion and alcohol. His tie is loosened; and, honestly, he looks like some kind of dream when he raises one brow. Victor wonders if maybe it had been evident that he hadn’t fulfilled his duties as a judge. But…as Katsuki holds his gaze, he catches the hint of a smirk dancing on the corner of his lips. Katsuki’s lips move, but it takes Victor a moment to make out the words through the drunken slur and accented English. “Victor! Dance with me?” It’s formed as a question, but the teasing dare is obvious in his voice. Victor is tugged forward with no real chance to respond, but as he gets swept up in the whirlwind that is Katsuki Yuri, a sense of real happiness envelopes him and his heart swells with….something a bit more. And Victor finds that he doesn’t mind being pulled along after all.

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my doodle from tonight~ 

Phichit belly dancer~

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Okay I wasn’t gonna talk about that picture of young Vitya at a press conference from the Yuri on Museum exhibit but, y’know, I’m used to lying to myself now. I was always gonna talk about it.

Look at that gentle expression on his face? The hair probably carefully retied in a mirror after the vigor of his free skate made it fall out. Someone probably gave him those chocolates, maybe a fan. He’s so young in that picture. So full of promise. I love the quiet of his expression, the almost-shy reservedness on his face–maybe this is one of his first press conferences. 

I think that maybe the reason Yakov is speaking for him is because Viktor doesn’t have a great grasp on English yet. Yakov looks so proud. He’s all but gushing about this kid, who’s smiling with gentle contemplation at a piece of chocolate. He’s still happy that someone thought enough about him to give him a little box of chocolate.

“…so I would say yes, we’re looking forward to Turin, and to everything that will come next for Vitya.” And Yakov turns to Viktor, who’s still zoned out staring at the chocolate, and says, “Anything to add, Vitya?”

Viktor blinks, startled, and then leans forward to the microphone and says in an accent that melts hearts worldwide, “Thank you for believing in me. This medal…is not mine, but Russia’s.”

It’s an opinion that will change later in life, after going too many rounds with the FFKK and growing out of some of his blind nationalism, but the sentiment is a poignant thing to emerge from a blue-eyed boy who wears a Russian flag proudly on his chest.

It’s no wonder that Russia and the world falls in love with Viktor Nikiforov.

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This one is for @katsuki-skates. As a thank you for being incredible about thinking of my HP AU with me. Can’t wait to publish my actual comic. :)

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they prolly had to go to the vet again :( send me more katsudon puns plis

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST. or else i’ll shave victor’s head

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