#I love baby vitya so much

[elks-eye]

Rip baby Viktor, you would have loved pokemon

[akwolfgrl]

Pakan no omega part 4

Viktor had been up for quite some time working and waiting for Yuuri to wake up. It was quiet a slow morning over all, nothing to crazy happening, no one needed to die or be tortured.

He looked up at Mila as she knocked on the door before entering, “Guess whos up and in the kitchen?” she asked with a grin.

Viktor quickly put everything away, ignoring Mila's knowing smirk, “Have you seen Makkachin yet today?” Typically, she was his fluffy shadow when he was home, but he hadn't seen her today. She had a bad habit of getting herself in trouble by eating things she shouldn't.

Mila smirked at him, “She's with Yuuri, he's been here less than a day and already stolen both your hearts,”

Viktor couldn't deny it, didn't want to deny it either. He merely grinned, “If anything comes up let me know I'll be in the kitchen with my mate.”

When he got there, Yuuri was shutting the door behind Makkachin, cheeks rosey from the chilly spring air. He needed better spring wear than what he was wearing. The jeans hugged his lush curves, his wider hips, and his lean legs. Viktor wondered if he was wearing the matching panties to the lace cami he was wearing. The said cami brealey hid the tiny tummy, that if Viktor had his way would be much larger soon, Swollen with his cum first, then his babies.

Yuuri turned to face him, causing him to jump slightly, “I didn't see you there Vik…Nikiforov-san,”

Makkachin ran to him tail, wagging eager for attention, Viktor stoked her fur as he smiled at Yuuri. “Call me Viktor or Vitya, I see you've already stolen my Makka.” He teased, pleased that they were already getting along so well, “Hope she wasn't too much of a bed hog.”

Yuuri blushed and bowed, stuttering out what Viktor assumed was an apology, “G-g-gomen'nasai! (I'm so sorry) I didn't mean to steal your dog,”

Viktor made his way over to him, tilting his head up by the chin Viktor smiled gently, “It's fine, I'm glad she likes you, to tell you the truth i was a bit worried you were more of a cat person. Like Yuri is,”

“Yuri? I used to have a miniature poodle,” Yuuri spoke still blushing but looking less scared and panicked.

“Hmm yes, he's like a little brother to me. But I suppose having the same name might be confusing. I'll just call him Yurio. He's always going on about getting a new nickname. He'll complain, of course, but that’s nothing new.” Yuuri's stomach growled, causing Viktor to chuckle, “I've interrupted your breakfast,”

“It's okay, I can just make something for both of us,” Yuuri hid his face, “If you want that is, you must be busy after all,”

“I'd love to!” he wrapped his arms around Yuuri, hugging him tightly. His omega was just too cute and perfect. Viktor let him go after a moment, Yuuri's face was redder than before. “What are we having?”

“Is it okay if I make something I usually have for breakfast?” Yuuri asked, stepping out of his embrace.

“Of course! It's your kitchen now. Anything you want to make, I'd be more than happy to eat,” Viktor told him.

Yuuri nodded and gathered stuff, “I'm making Tamago kake gohan and miso soup. It's a simple egg and rice dish,”

“Can I help? I'm great with a knife,” Albeit it was usually on human flesh rather than vegetables.” Yuuri smiled at him and handed him a cutting board, knife, and vegetables. Makkachin sniffed at the food couristly, “Idi voz'mi svoyu igrushku (go get your toy),” Viktor ordered, watching as she ran off with an excited woof.

“What's she getting? I only understood some it,” Yuuri asked over his pot,

“Her toy, you'll pick up more Russian just by being here, but if you need a tutor, I can offer you my services. I only ask for a kiss in exchange.”

Even Yuuri's ears turned red, but he nodded nonetheless, “Okay, thank you.”

Makkachin came back shortly afterward with her toy. She settled underneath the table as they went back to cooking. Viktor put music on and watched as Yuuri's hips swayed to the music. It was mesmerizing.

Yuuri started searching in the cupboards. He pulled out the devise his mother had sent over, and the scent of a happy omega filled the room, overpowering the smells of Yuuri's cooking, “It's mom's rice cooker I thought she threw it out. She said it was broken,”

Viktor could have easily bought a hundred rice cookers, but none of them would have made Yuuri as happy as the one he was clutching. A large beautiful smile graced his face. Yuuri shyly kissed his cheek, “Thank you, Vitya,”

[yoificfinder]

Hello! Do you have any short and fluffy victuuri recs? I prefer around the 15k to 20k word mark but I am happy with any! If you have any of these stories please share with me. If not that’s ok! I love all the work you do and I hope you have a wonderful day! Thank you!

I love fluffy fics!! And this fandom has a lot to offer (I limited this rec to one fic per author though).

And I know you asked for 15k-20k words but I included shorter ones too in this rec. It's actually a bit hard to find 20k of pure fluff since some angst or tension seeps in but I hope you'll enjoy these. Thanks for patiently waiting!

Less than 15K words

all the dragons we have slain by brighter [M, 10K]

This is why Yuuri loves gaming—the victory of it, the easy camaraderie amongst his guild, the sense that he’s part of something greater.

Victor tells him, “you were incredible,” and maybe he loves that a little, too.

come get you some of that bounce baby by @crossroadswrite [T, 4K]

“What are you doing?” Yuuri asks, side-eyeing him as he bends his arms behind his back, legs stretched into a perfect split.

“Delivering justice onto this cruel and unusual world.”

“Whoever trashed me on social media is not worth it, Vitya.”

(Or: in which they're happily married, coaching Russia's and Japan's next great skaters, and Victor Nikiforov remains the clingiest, thirstiest man on the face of this planet.)

Heartbeat by (orphan_account) [G, 3K]

Victor starts sleeping in Yuri's bed well before the Cup of China.

just like me they long to be by sparklespiff [T, 4K]

"Haven't you noticed that Yuuri gets everything he wants?"

"Everything that's in somebody else's power to give him," Mari says, before Victor can bring up last year's GPF. "He's not magic, just pretty."

"But it's like magic. My theory is that it's because he's sneaky beautiful, so you're not expecting it, and then, under all that stuff, whoa! Gorgeous. And it's too late to save yourself."

"Stuff?" Victor keeps smiling but makes his voice cold, the way he does when reporters overstep. His Yuuri doesn't have stuff. Everything about him is beautiful.

or:

Yuuri lives in a Beautiful Person Bubble. It's Victor's responsibility to make sure he never finds out.

Viktor Effing Nikiforov by @shysweetthing [E, 13K]

AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.

Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.

15K to 20K words

The Fundamentals of Caring by @braveten [E, 21K]

“Let me guess, you’re going to go take care of Yuuri while he sleeps? Just in case he sneezes or something?” Yurio rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. “Viktor, you’re whipped.”

Viktor rubs the back of his neck as he leans against the wall. “What does that mean?”

“It means that if Yuuri asked you to do a little dance for him in nothing but a coconut bra and a hula skirt, you’d do it.”

Viktor pauses, confused. “And that's a bad thing?”

If It's You by Kiranokira [E, 16K]

Viktor very much wants to pose nude with Yuuri for a Japanese magazine. Yuuri is less enthusiastic.

Yuri turns and brandishes a damp sock at them. “Don’t let him sweet talk you into doing porn,” he tells Yuuri. Then he grimaces and mutters to himself in Russian, “I can’t believe my life has reached the point that I have to say things like this.”

never tasted rubies by @ebenroot-daily [T, 27K]

Phichit puts up a poll on the radio website. It reads ‘What Do U Think About Yuuri K. from Hasetsu Nights and the Mysterious Caller Victor?’

Seventy-five percent of listeners said ‘lol they should just f*ck already tbh’.

--

in which Yuuri is an unwilling radio host and Victor won't stop calling in to chat with him

puppy love by minsyah [T, 16K]

Vicchan has a crush on their neighbor across the balcony, and so does his owner.

Yuuri, certified Dog-Dad™, will do anything for his beloved poodle—even if that means constantly embarrassing himself in front of his devastatingly attractive neighbor.

[hotarutheconscience]

1, 3, and 10 for the rogue trader asks :>

Thanks for the ask.

1) Where are they from? What is their homeworld like? Do they miss it?

As i previously mentioned, Kristina Nikolaevna Romanovsky was born on Vostroya in a noble family.

This is a canon planet, you can look it up here (https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Vostroya).

"Vostroya technically is neither a hive world nor a forge world. Instead, it falls somewhere in between (labelled an Industrial World)"

"The landscape is extremely bleak - highly polluted. Life outside 'managed' zones is almost impossible. Animal and plant life is almost non-existent. Most food is imported"

Kristina is a Highborn Vostroyan, so she grew up in a fancy mansion in the wealthy district of Lenitsk. Because she was raised in the rich family, she had a rare opportunity to see the actual trees, mostly pines. The climate, however, was not nice. Her childhood surroundings were cold, gloomy and bleak. The opulence in contrast to snow, pollution and factories.

Despite all of it, she misses her home planet. This is where her childhood passed. No place like home, huh?

3) Do they have a good relationship with their family? Who were they closest to growing up?

It is... complicated.

Kristina has difficulties remembering her birth parents, she was a baby when they died. She remembers the dad's voice and mama's beauty. And despite the fact she never felt, like she was adopted, she is still bitter. The death of her mom inspired Kristina to study poisons.

Her stepmom... She does not remember her well too. Maria Romanovskaya-Golubeva, was a noblewoman, a patron of one of the military academies. She loved her adopted children dearly, but deep down she wanted to become a mother of own children. Alas, she died in childbirth. But the doctors managed to save Kristina's cousins.

Her stepdad is a difficult story. He was her dad's brother. Uncle. Yet, she still called him Father. After his wife's untimely demise, Alexander became a much colder person. He was already a fanatic, he was strict and seemed uncaring. As if he only loved his sons, the Fisrtborn and the Heir. As if he only saw the children as regicide figures.

No. Of course he loved the all in his way. No sentimental nonsense. Alexander wanted to provide a better future. He gave the kids the best education, tried to raise them as hard believers. Yet Kristina always felt like he trapped all of them in prewritten roles, and the fact that he has chosen her a husband without asking her opinion caused her to escape.

She understood later, that he was trying his best to ensure her wealthy and happy future and this is how the nobility worked. It was, however, too late to fix anything.

She was closest with her older brother, Mikhail. They used to play together a lot, but he as a Firstborn, he was destined to serve in Astra militarum. Soon he was sent off to the Military Academy. Should i say it was hard for Kris to accept that one day he will be drafted and she will never see him again?

As for younger siblings (cousins, actually) Viktor and Victoria are twins. They are 5 year younger. At first she hated them… THEY KILLED HER ADOPTIVE MOM. But she grew older and realized, that she was stupid.

Viktor was a quiet and shy boy, he loved technical stuff. They used read together. Kristina actually liked him, a shy boy who never bothered her. He expressed his dreams to become a Magos. But Viktor was a heir to be. And Kris felt pity. Vitya is blessed by the Omnissiah.

During her escape, she took Viktor with her and brought him to Mechanicus Temple. The Techpriests accepted him as an apprentice.

Victoria was.. difficult. A psyker. Alexander denied this possibility and brushed all the signs off as "she's mentally ill" or "this is her imagination". Yet Kristina suspected, that something is wring with little Vika. And was afraid of her.

Vika was clingy. And Kristina, afraid of her potential powers and weirdness, always neglected her and sometimes even tried to hide from her. How she regrets her behavior towards lonely little sister, who used to cry about monsters in the corners.

Kristina was kinda close with her grandfather, yet she rarely interacted with him. He was always busy. Yet, he taught her how to shoot and gifted a revolver :3

Rebellious Kristina was always compared to her ancestor, Olga. Olga, who rejected the norms.

10) How do they feel about becoming a Rogue Trader? How easily do they take to being the head of the von Valancius dynasty?

Even though it was a shock, she felt like she deserved to be recognized. She worked her butt off to become a Captain, and now Emperor bestowed her with even greater chances. With being a heir, she can do more...

But the mantle fell on her shoulders too abruptly. Kristina was scared. The protectorate is not the ship. Too much people, problems and responsibilities. At first, she was paranoid and panicked. Kristina is no stranger to being in charge. But the sheer scale of newfound responsibility terrified her at first. In the beginning she made some mistakes (Rykad)

Yet with the support of the retinue she adapted quickly.

[triptychgrip]

New chapter of Put It In Reverse For Thirst: my story about married Viktuuri writing a role-reversal fanfic

I've always loved the headcanon that established Viktuuri would enjoy writing sappy fanfiction together, and especially love Yuri!!! On Ice role-reversal fanfics, so decided to combine these two ideas! The result is my 4 chapter meta fic called Put It In Reverse For Thirst, which you can read here.

This story centers around Yuuri and Viktor -- who at this point, have been married for just over one year -- reading/role-playing their friends-to-lovers fic about 23-year-old skater Viktor revealing his feelings for his coach: "Living Legend" Katsuki Yuuri.

The chapter I just uploaded was my favorite to write, as it involved the highly sappy in-fic love confession, which, unsurprisingly, makes "real life" Viktuuri emotional when reading it. I'm including an excerpt of the latest chapter below, and hope you'll check it out and/or subscribe so you're updated when it's complete! Note: the final chapter will be pure smut, so make sure to read the tags. Also, the portion in brackets below is from their fic, while everything below is their "real life" exchange

(Content warning: implied sexual content)

---- [Drawing from the well of quiet courage that had grown deeper and deeper since their conversation in Turin, Viktor channeled the hope that had sparked to life in his chest when Yuuri had held him and told him with such sincerity that he wished he’d never retire.

“Since the Grand Prix Final, especially, there've been so many times where I’ve wondered if the d-depth of what you feel for me is in any way comparable to what I feel for you,” he managed to get out, every word imbued with rawness and aching intensity. “Because for the first time in my life, it feels like I’ve found someone that I want to h-hold onto, and even though I don’t really know what to call that feeling, there’s only one word that seems to make sense.”

And damn his tear ducts, because his eyes were beginning to stream]

“Awww, lyubimiy,” Viktor mumbled in interruption, as the wet sensation on his forehead alerted him to the tears that had begun to drip down from above. “I know just how you feel.”

He craned his head upwards to kiss along Yuuri’s ticklish jawline, his stomach swooping with joy at the sound of the resulting laughter.

“Let’s take a vote: by the time we’re done roleplaying, do you think the liquid volume of the tears we’ve cried will be more or less than our fic selves?” Yuuri asked him, pushing his glasses up to wipe at his eyes.

“Hmmm….”

A spark of impishness flickered to life in Viktor’s mind. He waited until his spouse resituated his glasses before affecting a decidedly contemplative look and tapping at his lips.

“Does the type of crying matter?” he questioned in reply, matching the answering head tilt with one of his own.

“I ask, because on several occasions, you’ve been known to fuck me so good that I cry,” he went on, keeping his face neutral even as Yuuri burst into giggles.

“Vitya!”

Viktor smirked and leaned over, reaching for his lip cream.

“Am I wrong, though?” he leeringly asked, while unscrewing the lid.

“In fact, I believe it was just last week that you pinned me to the kitchen countertop and made me come, untouched.”

He preened internally at the smile now affixed to Yuuri’s face. No matter how long they’d been together, he always found the sight of his husband like this – radiating joy – to be immensely beautiful.

“No, you’re not wrong,” Yuuri giddily responded, before closing the gap to kiss him.

Viktor reciprocated with a happy hum, and they enjoyed the tranquil closeness for a few minutes.

“Hmmm…as much as I love making you cry that way, I’ll have to remind you, baby: our fic-selves are in the middle of a competition, hence our rationale for not having them go ‘all the way’ so to speak,” Yuuri noted after breaking away.

A mischievous glint entered his eyes.

“At least not in this particular story. There’s certainly nothing stopping us from writing an entire smut series around their debauched future adventures,” he went on, with a fair amount of heat in his voice.

Viktor grinned, recalling their debate around the merits of realism versus indulgence.

“True, though I should remind you that we’re under no obligation to stick purely to what’s on the page,” he sultrily whispered, before angling his head and latching his mouth onto his love’s neck.

[aphfanficwriters]

Every month we will pose a question and collate responses as a fun and informal little exercise in getting to know each other and spark discussion. This month's question is:

“Who is your favourite character to write for and why?”

Beetroot / @council-of-beetroot: Feliks is a fave for me because he seems straightforward when writing but everything he says and does is only a small piece of how he feels and there's a lot of things that are subtly implied that you have to take into account. He's fun to write too because of his style of speech is so out there. There is a lot of humour that is mixed in with the angst of Feliks so it's incredibly fun to get to work with that and put it on to paper to dive deeper into what canon hints at.

Fed / @fedpawstered: Kiku is my favorite for doing most things with.. Idk I just have a lot of personal headcanons about him I really like sharing or showing off, not to mention my uselessly vast knowledge of eastern history finally has a usage when I write works for him. He’s an interesting character, and I love seeing fandom interpretations as well as creating my own! :)) silly little creature is what he is

Lacy: I think Yao is my fave to write because I am the most comfortable with his character design, maybe I just like a guy with long hair. I just vibe with him slightly more than other characters in hetalia for most of the stories I intended to write.

Tama / @delgumofics: I love to write Alfred the most. I think he's super cute and charming and he just inspires me like no one else. His silly little face begs me to torment him!

WhiteWings / @smuttyandabsurd: To the surprise of absolutely nobody, Ivan is my favourite Hetalia character to write for. He's multi-faceted and malleable and doesn't give me any trouble with characterisation; I can dream up practically any situation and he just pops up in my head fully formed and ready to take the leading role. He's fun to explore the silly things I come up with, but I'd like to give him a role with depth too some day.

Eru / @eruverse: My Kazakhstan OC is the one in my head. I’ve worked hard on his characterization and he’s evolved a long way from his early days until today; he’s not only someone who is based off of his dynamics with other countries (boring, plainly), but he is also his own individual. I like writing him bc I love his character; a formidable ball of intense drive that he tries to package underneath a smooth and neat persona because he loves to seem like a cool guy. In fact tho, he is anything but cool — but he has a lot of faith and pride in his abilities, and he will achieve his ambitions even if he has to forsake his health and sanity sometimes. He’s like your overachieving classmate with chronic insomnia due to stress. However he also has a lot of gags and humor potential, also why I love him.

Mossman / @one-more-mossman: My favourite character to write for (and my favourite character in general) is Ivan. I wish I could write him well enough to make readers love him as I love him ) he is my darling and my baby boy, I enjoy everything about him.

Vitya / @veetyuh: My favourite is (historical) Sealand, because of the insane things he has survived. A direct hit from a Nazi bomb, abandonment, piracy, several invasions, a coup, stalking and a bombing attempt from England, and framed for drug smuggling and Versace's murder — all over a family of four living in international waters. That, paired with the contradictions of his character: smallest country, yet he canonically has Russia's level of physical strength. Built to serve England, but must prioritise his own sovereignty. So dramatic. I love dissecting him, and I hope to make him feel like more than just a gag character. 💕

@folightening: Thought hard about this, and I still can't figure out who I like writing more so: Spain and Switzerland. I like thinking about how they think, how they interact with others, what makes them who they are. They both have so much to them that makes them fun to write - for different yet similar reasons I can't find the words for. I suppose it helps that Spain's my favorite character in general and I adore Switzerland.

[nikiforoov]

You're like a -2 intimidating, you have a Soft Vitya as your icon!

and what a beautiful and cute Soft Vitya it is!! ;;; my favourite!

on a scale of 1 to 10, how intimidating am i?+bonus if you explain why.

[kailedger]

for all the YOI fanfic authors

I’ve been reading a lot of fanfics in this particular fandom and, as a Russian, there’s like... little things that constantly bother me. Don’t get me wrong, the works are amazing, but every time I see this little innacurate details in a really good piece I’m like... slightly dissapointed lol

So here’s a couple things from a native speaker and someone who actually lives in Russia. (Also pardon my grammar, since English is not my first language).

NAMES. I couldn't stress it more, honestly. Here's the thing: most of Russian names have a full version and a short version. For example Victor (or Viktor, whichever you prefer) is the full version and Vitya is the short version. Sometimes I see authors using the short version, but most of the time it's described as something unusual (like Victor gets TOO excited to hear it from Yuuri). But in real life everyone in Russia will call him Vitya. It's not a big deal, the closest equivalent I can think of is this: if you wanna adress someone as Ms. or Mr., you can use the full name, but if two people are on the first name basis, in Russia they most likely will use the short version. So, like, Yakov, Yurio, Mila, Georgi will definitely call him Vitya (as I recall, in anime Yakov actually does? Or have I been reading too much fanfiction?). 

If it's an official kind of thing (for example, press meetings etc.) Victor can be adressed by his full name, sometimes even with his paternal name. (Paternal names in Russia is a whole other thing, pretty close to second names, but a little bit different. We always adress elder people like teachers with both full name and paternal name). I actually think Victor would adress Yakov with his paternal name, but that heavely depends in their relationship (honestly, Victor has like zero chill, so I wouldn't put it past behind him to have no respect in this matter lol). 

Oh, and Yurio's name is a mess in most fanfics. The full name would be Yuri, the short version is Yura. Since Otabek is from Kazakzstan, there's a very high chance he's actually fluent in Russian, so he would definitely use "Yura". The cutesy dimunitive would be Yurochka (not Yuratchka as it's stated in the anime subtitles), but it's only appropriate to use with a big age difference (like Yurio's granpa calling him that) or in a really sweet manner, to a point of being almost nauseating. (BTW, dimunitive from Vitya is Viten'ka). 

Mila's full name doesn't actually have a short version, but if you're looking for a dimunitive it's Milochka (which is also the same word for "darling" in Russian, and this version can be kind of sarcastic, so be careful with it). 

Georgi... Oh my God, where do I start lol. There's like two common short versions: Zhora or Gosha (sometimes even Goga, we have a very popular movie quote with this name, it's like a well-known joke for Russians).

Pet names. That's a whole other different level of hell. I often see people writing Victor using pet names, sometimes it's good, most of the times it makes me go "He would never use that, please, stop". 

"Zolotse" as in "gold" is actually a pretty good one - altough it's a little conservative and not often used, it has a personal meaning for Victor and Yuuri and isn't, you know... cringy. But for the love of God, don't use "krasavchik" (handsome guy) or "detka" (baby), it's just... no. Miliy (darling), lyubov moya or lyubimiy (my love) are pretty good. A little too sweet for my taste, but I actually think it's appropriate for Victor since he's clingy lol.

Accents. So here's the thing. I lived my whole life in Russia, I learned English through some additional courses (not very advanced) and watching a lot of american/english tv-shows and movies and reading literature in english. When I had the chance to talk to native speakers (one was from Boston, I believe, and also a bunch of people in England when I went on a vacation there), most of them said that I barely had any accent at all. 

Victor presumably has been participating in international events from a very young age. My point is - sure, he can have an accent, but in my opinion it's not gonna be very distinctive. Unless he's specifically speaking in a broken English, but, like, why would he do that? On the other hand, Yurio and Mila are both pretty young, so it would actually make sense for them to have an accent or even have trouble speaking English.

Customs and traditions. Pretty sure most people know it already, but in Russia we do wear our wedding rings on the right hand. Has something to do with our main religion being eastern orthodox church. 

We don't usually celebrate Christmas. Our Christmas is on 7th of January and it's a pretty religious holiday, most of us barely acknowledge it. So 25th of December is not a holiday in Russia. But! New Year is the biggest holiday for the whole country. We celebrate it starting from 31st of December, and the celebration itself usually involves the New Year tree, champange, tangerines and a whole bunch of salads. We have official holidays from 31st of December all the way to 7th on January (some years even 8th or 9th). So it's a whole week of celebration where people usually get drunk a lot lol. 

The stereotype about russians drinking a lot is not exactly a sterotype tbh. We DO drink a lot, not all of us, of course, but still. And yeah - vodka is pretty common since you can find it really cheap and it doesn't have a particular taste or smell (if you don't count the smell and taste of alcohol itself). But I, for example, prefer rum in my cocktails, so it's like a preference thing. 

Not exactly a tradition or custom, but still fits here. Yeah, it can get pretty cold in Russia, especially in winter or late fall. But this winter (of 2019-2020) was pretty mild honestly, not a lot of snow and the temperature was rarely below -10 degrees celcium. And our summers can get unbearebly hot. Since the humidity in St. Petersburg is very high, it makes the hot weather even worse. Oh, yeah, and in St. P it rains A LOT. The city itself is pretty gloomy and dark, but that's kind of part of it's charm if you're into this kind of thing (some people are not, I've got a lot of friends from Moscow who hate St. P for being so moody). 

Russia is also pretty big. The travel from St. P to Moscow is from 4 to 12 hours on train (depends on what train you're on) or 1.5 hour on plane. But both of those cities are in the western part of the country. Vladivostok (the city on the eastern coast) is actually closer to Japan than it's to St. P or Moscow (2 hour flight to Japan, 45 hour flight to St. P, crazy, right?)

Homophobia. Kinda heavy topic, beware. Russia is a homophobic country. Not to the point of same-sex relationship being a criminal offence, but propaganda, as our authorities would call it, is an administrative offence. And the court can judge A LOT of your actions as a propaganda, especially if you’re a public person. I mostly prefer to not dwell on this topic in fanfiction, I think even the creators of anime itself stated that there’s no homophobia in YOI world, so best stick to it, I guess? But if you wanna go for something realistic, here’s how it would have been in Russia. If Victor EVER publicly acknolewged being in a relationship with another man (like... kissing one on a national televion, ya know), he would be heavely criticized. There would still be supporters, people who would say that it doesn’t matter, what his personal life is like, but there would be a lot of backlash, especially on official level. Which would make his life in Russia pretty miserable tbh. He would most likely lose a majority of his sponsorships in Russia, there’s even a high chance of administrative penalty (since he’s a public person). That’s really sad and makes me very, very angry, but, unfortunatly, that’s the reality. Oh, and same-sex marriage is illegal in Russia, in case that wasn’t clear. 

Phew, that was a lot, and I think I haven’t covered all that I wanted to lol. But in case you have any question, feel free to ask!

p.s.: part two, if you’re interested: https://kailedger.tumblr.com/post/621623611041759232/for-all-the-yoi-fanfic-author-p2

[peachy-chulanont]

genuinely bursting at the seams with love for baby Vitya and also so much gratitude for Kubo and the MAPPA team who have given us the Ice Ado teaser today... also, so pleasantly surprised by the intensity of the YOI fandom, and how we never really went away - we’ve been waiting for this moment and now it’s here :) I feel like (or at least hope) we have announcements to look forward to in the near future, and it’s an exciting thing to be hopeful right now!

[samwritesforyou]

For me

fandom: yuri on ice!!!

pairing: viktor x yuuri

word count: 6.4k

genres: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

description: our favourite couple for the first time since s1 makes it both to the tournament, both as ice skaters this time. yuuri is sent to rostelekom cup, whereas viktor was selected to skate on the china cup. how will they sort out their separation and what will happen on the grand prix? will they finally debut as lovers-opponents on ice?

“What?!” Yuri exclaimed, his eyes flushing open even more violently than they were before, his gaze shooting from Viktor and back at the tv in the living room.

“Well, you heard it, I got selected to participate in China Cup and you in Rostelekom Cup, Yuuri,” his husband shrugged with a light smile, leaning in for another kiss as they were laying both on the sofa, cuddling under the same blanket.

“Nononono, how can you be so calm about this?!” Yuuri pulled away from him, intensely continuing in watching ice-skating news.

“We still have Grand Prix to attend together, I doubt either of us won’t make it there, dumpling,” he mused, at least brushing his lover’s cheek with his fingers.

“Are you going away from each other for at least a week then?!” yelled Yuuri’s ballet teacher from the armchair behind them, quickly hopping to their side.

“I don’t know! Apparently!” yelped dark haired guy, now being violently shaken by Minako.

If you didn’t know, currently the worldwide famous couple Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov were on a short holiday from all the training and skating, residing at Katsuki family house, just enjoying their time together.

Because both of them were often abroad, they left Makkachin here, since Yuuri’s family takes an excellent care of him and a happy doggo has a lot of space to run around the place.

So now he was loved by these two over the moon, being kissed and patted all the time.

Ever since they returned they were always surrounded by Katsuki family, the only time when they were truly alone was when they got out of the house and went for a walk in nature or at night in their shared room.

It might seem like a lot, but they were doing just fine, everything was perfect.

Viktor was talking about “debuting” together both as ice-skaters at the tournament for the first time and Yuuri got fired up by the idea as well.

They foolishly believed that they would be able to do it even before Grand Prix.

But destiny has its own way and now they’ll have to wait.

So that’s why the younger man was so emotional about the news, while Viktor was just sure that their “debut” together will happen a bit later than they anticipated.

He was calm, when Yuuri was worried, he was angry when his partner was reassuring. They were really the perfect couple.

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Soon enough it was time to part as they arrived at the airport.

“Babe, why did you go with me this early?” Viktor smiled tenderly at his partner, placing a light peck on his cheek, “Are you forgetting that I’m the one who’s accustomed to flights and not you?” he kept smiling sweetly, looking at his husband, eyes filled with love and affection.

Yuuri was hardly listening to any of the things that were being said to him, his eyelids basically glued together, blue-ish bags under them - clearly all this rolling around in bed wasn’t because he was dreaming about something, he simply wasn’t sleeping.

Viktor’s flight was at 4am, yet he looked like he was just freshly out of the spa salon, hair on fleek, light make-up made, outfit styled.

Yuuri’s flight was, on the contrary, at 9am, so he could easily still be sleeping in their cosy bed, but he really wanted to be with his love as long as he could.

“You’re adorable,” Nikiforov said, chuckling to himself and then hugged him tightly, only then letting his guard down and actually biting his lower lip, eyes filling with sadness, “I’m going to miss you, Yuuri,” he sighed near his ear.

The man in his arms got a bit more wide awake by that, clutching his coat and trying to get closer to him, even though their bodies were already pressed firmly together.

“Viktor.. best of luck. I love you so much,” he said quietly, breathing his familiar scent while being snuggled in the crook of his neck, eyes closed.

“I love you too, baby,” he answered and pulled away, encouraging smile already plastered on his face.

He wants to give all the strength to his husband so he doesn’t have to worry about him.

“You need to go already, come on..” Yuuri nodded at him, shooing him away, trying to fight tears.

It’s just a week, come on!.. he thought to himself, wobbly smile threatening to fall any second.

“Okay, okay. See you very soon,” he leaned in for the quick kiss and then pulled away, dragging his silver coloured luggage by the handle, waving and sending air-kisses, not letting their eye-contact fall until the very end.

Yuuri felt tears rolling down his cheeks and he let himself have this little cry in the middle of the airport at 4am, after a while just waddling towards the closest chair and collapsing there, falling asleep.

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Both of the parties made it safely to their destinations, settling into hotels and making themselves comfortable.

As soon as Viktor was free, Yuuri felt his phone ring and immediately jumped to it from his bed, hitting answer with a camera.

“My love, how did Saint Petersburg welcome you?” Viktor asked excitedly, for some reason with a glass of champagne in his skinny hands.

The man on the other end was instantly reminded of the memory of numerous insisting taxi drivers offering him a ride to wherever he needed for a cheap price, then some older women bickering in the public transport, but most importantly one little girl that recognised him as a “famous ice skater who married our Vitya Nikiforov” and wanted to take a picture with him. To which he obliged happily, even though he was tired from the road.

“Wonderfully,” he answered with a warm smile, looking at his phone screen, wishing the man he’s seeing was right next to him right now.

“Amazing to hear that,” he sipped on the bubbly liquid and smiled, even though his eyes were clearly indicating how much he’s battling sadness.

“Viktor?..” Yuuri started, kinda nervous. He wasn’t the confrontational type, really.

But he felt like his other half was trying to put on a brave face just so he doesn’t have to worry, but Katsuki did feel all his sadness even miles away.

At that, Viktor’s blue eyes shifted to look at him directly.

“Look.. I’m sad that we can’t be together right now, especially during the tournament time,” Japanese said, rubbing his hands in front of himself, “but I feel like you’re trying to act that it doesn’t bother you that much, maybe.. for me not to worry about you?”

Nikiforov’s thin brows knitted together, glass being slowly put aside.

“But you don’t have to do that. We can be.. I don’t know, sad together? I still see your longing in the eyes, you can’t really hide that,” he concluded softly, smiling almost apologetically, that he had to make this into such a big deal.

It looked as if some weight was literally lifted from Viktor’s shoulders, as he just plumped himself onto the couch he’s been sitting on, phone firmly in hand, placed above his face.

Suddenly his brows started to go up and Yuuri saw first tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I just miss you,” he said quietly, wiping them off with the free hand.

“I miss you too,” Yuuri said, his own eyes watering as he laughed a bit at how ridiculous they were being.

It was less than a day without each other.

“You know what, Yuuri Katsuki,” said Viktor, laughing already as well, but not being able to stop crying just yet, “being in a relationship with you is the most wild thing that ever happened to me,” he finished, shaking his head with a wide smile on his face.

“I know right?” his partner answered, filling the audio with laughter.

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When Yuuri’s phone rang, the whole room was still dark, the sun didn’t even think of getting up, so why the hell should he?..

It kept ringing, sending a lovely melody through the space.

Caller was a stubborn one, that’s for sure. And ice-skater was almost entirely sure of who that might be.

“Good morning, my not so early bird!” literally sang into the device Viktor, mood thousand times better than what Yuuri was experiencing in the current moment.

“Not so early?.. Did you forget about the timezones, because here it’s 6am!” Katsuki sighed in disbelief, making himself sit on the bed, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Oh.. that’s true! I completely forgot,” Viktor laughed, which made Yuuri involuntarily melt into the warm smile, despite his half-awake state.

“I was just wondering, Yuurochka, do you want me to guide you through St. Petersburg? Because our choreographies are well learned and I believe you can sometimes go into that lovely city!” Viktor smiled at the camera, blue eyes flicking from one side to another.

What was he looking at?..

“Uhh.. yeah, sure! Sad that we can’t be here together, but even through the phone it’ll be nice, I think,” Yuuri smiled sleepily, putting his phone on the stand on the bedside table and opened his luggage where he packed just some clothes, charger, earphones, costumes for the performance and figure skates.

They often did this with his husband, just video call together and each of them doing their own thing, kind of a simulation of their normal life when they’re next to each other in flesh.

“Darling?” black haired boy looked up at the camera, in hands with his picked outfit for the day - grey sweater and dark denim jeans.

When Viktor saw that he has his lover’s attention, he smiled sweetly, “I noticed you have two zits on your face, so apply some cream on it, will you?”

Yuuri blinked a few times comically and then yelped, running to the bathroom to see for himself. And he was right.

No, wait. He wasn’t.

Japanese skater had three zits, it’s just that Viktor probably couldn’t see the other one due to the camera quality.

“Thank god,” Katsuki sighed and then returned in front of his phone.

“I will,” he said and started doing it right away, pushing out some white cream out of the tube that his husband specifically bought him. Probably something expensive, as most things from him were.

Then he didn’t really give this any thought, but he started undressing right in front of his phone as well, putting glasses aside, stripping off the white tee and then pulling over his head some black shirt and then grey sweater.

Once he was also done with the bottom half of his body he heard a whistle from the other end of the line.

His hazel eyes immediately shot up to the screen where Viktor was watching him intensely, smug grin on his face.

“I was glad to witness your dressing up session, babe, such a shame I can’t be next to you right now,” he sighed theatrically loudly, putting slender hand to his forehead, making it seem as if he’s fainting from the longing.

Yuuri, on the other hand, was more and more turning violent crimson, mumbling something indecipherable and putting on his glasses, taking the phone in his hand so now ice skater Nikiforov could only see his husband’s flustered face.

“Shut up, Viktor, let’s head out,” he said, furrowing and making the man on the other end laugh heartily.

Then it was time for the handsome man with platinum hair to be surprised and blink comically.

“Uh... head out?” he asked, not really getting it.

“Well, it’s not gonna be fair if I’m the only one who’s going out to see your city when you’re sitting comfortably inside, is it?” now Yuuri was the owner of the mischievous smirk, looking at his partner with pleased face expression.

“Ah, you’re so smart sometimes, baby,” Viktor teased and then went to change his clothes as well, but as it turned out he didn’t have any clothes under his robe, so Yuuri had to quickly avert his gaze to prevent any undesired “excitement”.

After all, Viktor’s body was always such a treat, even thousand miles away.

“Aw, you weren’t looking?” said Russian in a pouty manner, when he turned back to face the camera.

“W-what?! Of course not, let’s go,” Yuuri mumbled, putting a scarf a bit higher to cover even bigger portion of his face.

He didn’t really experience winter in Russia yet, but he was prepared.

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When Katsuki was out and about St. Petersburg’s streets, Viktor had absolutely no problem guiding him through all of the corners that he knew and that normal tourists don’t get to see, all of that while he himself was striding through completely unfamiliar Chinese neighbourhood, every once in a while being called by fans and had to stop to take a picture and give autographs.

Nobody noticed Yuuri outside, maybe it was because he wasn’t that popular yet, despite being Viktor’s husband, but most probably it was because his face was a literal mess.

His brownish scarf was covering half the face and his glasses were foggy most of the time because he kept breathing into the cloth and thus all the air was brought back onto the surface of his lenses.

Viktor made Yuuri go all the way to his most memorable café of all times and he also recommended him to order his favourite dessert there, leaving the beverage choice up to him.

Younger man of course trusted Viktor’s tastebuds and got himself a relatively small cupcake, decorated astonishingly with cream in form of leaves and a rose on top of that.

He bit right into it, tasting all the magical flavour of the dessert, making Viktor melt into a warm smile while watching him munch on it.

Nikiforov himself had to go into some Chinese café as well, to make it seem as a date, as if they’re really together. And it kinda worked, he was full of love for his partner, rarely thinking about how much he’d want to see him in real life instead of the phone screen.

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As the days went on, both of them spend a lot of time training, sometimes even on the call when practicing, looking at each other’s progress and cheering one another.

Every once in a while their schedules met and they could go on a “virtual date” of sorts, Yuuri being navigated by his lover’s voice through the streets of St. Petersburg and Viktor finding himself some spot in the Chinese corners as well.

And on one of those walks Viktor led his husband to one of the prettiest parks, covered in snow, making Yuuri speechless from the beauty all around him.

“Hey, you!” he suddenly heard a voice that wasn’t coming from the phone, but rather somewhere behind him.

Japanese skater turned around and his eyes widened in light surprise as he saw a familiar figure in front of him.

“Baby? What’s up?” said Viktor from the device, being able to see now only Yuuri’s lower part of the face, because he put his phone instinctively closer to his body.

“Why aren’t you training, huh?” said younger lad, blonde hair covering half of his face.

There wasn’t a usual scowl planted on his features, rather just an arched brow in the question.

“I’m just.. taking a break! That’s healthy too,” Yuuri answered, smiling at his friend.

Ever since Nikiforov and Katsuki got officially married, Yurio lay off of his aggressive behaviour towards the latter one, accepting him as a part of his close friends circle now.

It was a nice change and Yuuri finally got the opportunity to get to know the teenager better, talking to him without bickering.

“Yurioooo, I can hear you all the way from China!” suddenly a loud statement was heard in a singing manner from the phone that Yuuri was holding near to his stomach and then he flipped the device in his hands so that both of the Russians could see each other through the camera.

Viktor was waving at his younger friend enthusiastically, apparently walking through some Chinese park as well.

“Yo,” blondie said, way less enthusiastically, just nodding into his direction, “kinda sucks that we didn’t meet on Rostelekom cup,” he added, adjusting his scarf so it’s less in his face.

Harsh Russian climate will make even Plisetsky wear something warm, huh.

“It’s okay, we’ll meet on the Grand Prix~” Viktor answered, not even for a second doubting any of their victories.

“That’s true,” Yurio smirked.

“Well, since you two met like this, why don’t you guys go and have lunch together? Would be a nice bonding time,” Nikiforov mused, his smile wide and pleased.

Yuuri was ready to start protesting, since he knew that the guy standing in front of him wasn’t a fan of companies, when his companion surprised him.

“Yeah, why not,” Yurio shrugged and then turned around, probably ready to guide him towards some restaurant.

“How splendid!” Viktor clapped his hands and when Yuuri finally turned the cellphone back to his face, he looked at his husband, “Have fun with Yurio, alright?” then he sent an air kiss to the camera and their hours-long call ended.

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The week of the tournament was already at close, bringing the day of performances to light.

Both Yuuri and Yurio landed all their jumps, flips and quads, gaining best results, younger skater getting a bit more points for the artistic lifts of his hands, making the choreography difficulty higher.

Katsuki was trying to dial Viktor’s phone right away but the number was unavailable, so he sat in front of the tv in the changing rooms, watching intensely to see the results of the China Cup.

“And we can see here the winners,” said moderator’s enthusiastic voice as the camera zoomed in on the pedestal with three people standing on it, Viktor with a smile waving from the highest level, then taking his gold medal in hand, kissing it.

Yuuri melted into the warm smile, his eyes filling with tears.

Of course they’ll meet on Grand Prix. Of course. It’s Viktor Nikiforov we’re talking about, after all.

“Viktor Nikiforov standing proudly with a golden medal,” was the only thing Japanese skater registered from the tv before his phone rang.

“Darling,” he heard his lover’s voice, full of contentment, “I will see you on the Grand Prix, right?”

“Of course, Viktor..” he answered, smiling almost shyly, getting up from the bench and only then realising that he can still see him on the screen, “wait! how are you talking to me when—“

“You see me on the tv? Magic, my sticky bun, it’s not live, if you noticed,” Yuuri’s eyes immediately drifted to the corner of the screen, which indeed said ‘prerecorded’, “the ceremony was held like an hour ago and after that I was literally bombarded with interviews of all kinds. As soon as I got the chance I called you,” he concluded, Katsuki could practically feel his husband smiling into the device on the other end, all the way in China, “What’s your score, baby?” he asked in the end.

“I.. you’ll see it soon, we’re going for the broadcast in about ten minutes,” he said nervously, clutching the phone closer to his ear.

“Hey..” almost whispered Viktor gently, “even if it’s not gold, I’m so proud of you,” he then hung up, leaving Yuuri shaking from the tears he was trying to surpass.

I love you so much, Viktor... I want to show you so much more of what I can do...

And with these thoughts he wiped his watering eyes, making his way towards the ice ring, to the pedestal where he stood next to Yurio, on the second level, receiving a silver medal.

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Next reunion of the loving husbands set place in Vancouver, Canada.

They welcomed each other with a warm hug and passionate embrace, Yuuri rushing towards Viktor from his flight that was slightly delayed, so the older one had to wait for him way longer than they first anticipated.

“I really missed you,” said Nikiforov, gently kissing the golden ring on his partner’s finger, making his other half blush.

“I m-missed you too,” he whispered back, kind of anxiously looking at the front seat of a car they were riding in, at a taxi driver who was just minding his own business.

The younger man still had quite a hard time in expressing their romantic affection in public, feeling almost ashamed for some reason and Viktor had countless talks with him about it, assuring him that everything is okay and that in comparison to him, Katsuki family supports him.

But he never got angry at him because of it and just didn’t push any actions further once he noticed that Yuuri was nervous in public again for any reason.

“Hey, babe, it’s okay,” Viktor just gently took his hand in his, squeezing reassuringly in a silent ‘i love you’ in his ocean eyes that Yuuri knew so well.

He replied with a wide grin, feeling the warmth of their connected palms.

The whole world seems complete when they’re together.

And in a few days the miracle couple started relentlessly training on the ice ring, alongside their friends and rivals like Yurio, JJ, Otabek, Chris and many others.

It was filled with a lot of different emotions, frustrations and happy moments, all mashing together in a big pile.

“Are you sure you want to do this flip?” said Viktor, gracefully doing a round slide on the ice, leaning towards the left side, making it look like what he was doing didn’t acquire any effort.

When these two were practising, all eyes were on Nikiforov. He was just brilliant on trainings and very rarely fell or did some kind of mistake, even in the absolutely new choreographies.

“Yes, I really do,” Yuuri confirmed, his gaze not shifting from his partner’s blue eyes, his own hazel ones filled with determination.

“Alright,” Viktor stopped practicing his own routine and skated closer towards his lover, once again showing him all the moves required for the action he wanted to try.

“Okay, I got it,” said Katsuki and then did the steps just like Viktor, after a moment spinning in the air like nobody dared before and when the landing came, he didn’t count with the speed and fell hard on the ice, feeling an instant crack somewhere in the leg.

“Yuuri!” Nikiforov slid towards him immediately, helping him to get up, but his husband only yelped in pain, “I told you it was too difficult for you yet!”

His tone was stern and soaked with worry as he helped him get up, Yuuri hissing in discomfort and putting his hand around Viktor’s shoulder, being dragged out of the ring.

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One week later was the Grand Prix that they all trained so hard for.

Every corner was buzzing in the training wing. Figure skaters were talking together, some were watching tv that showed the judges that were discussing the whole event, having usual speeches, some people were listening to music and doing their regular stretches on the yoga mats, coaches were trying to hype their skaters as much as they could... It was lively.

It was everything that Viktor loved so dearly, his heart was beating for this atmosphere. He knew every participant and everyone in turn was awaiting his show. Everything was perfect.

Except next to him sat silent Yurio, angrily drinking from the water bottle, lion shirt on top of his beautiful costume.

“Don’t be so fucking sad,” he growled at him, finishing his drink and putting it on the floor with force, his green eyes piercing at the tv in front of them.

“Whatever,” Viktor answered quietly, standing up and slowly making his way towards the available yoga mat, stretching his muscles. His whole body hurt, he didn’t sleep well last night.

Of course, sleeping without Yuuri by his side was a new thing to get used to. Even Makkachin was all the way in Japan, not being able to keep him company.

It wasn’t unusual for Viktor that his emotional state went to the pits of hell, it was quite normal for him to experience burnout since he was present on the ice skating stage ever since he was 14 - just like Plisetsky, by the way, no wonder he’s so angry all the time - and the thing that kept him going was that burning passion for skating no matter what.

But ever since he took that break for one season to train Yuuri, his main motivation has become his partner, funnily enough. Even now, when they were supposed to be opponents, he still found himself demotivated by the fact that he is not participating due to suffering an injury and is now currently in the hospital.

“This was supposed to be our debut as opponents and lovers!” he clutched his fist and hit the wall, making everyone stare at him, room getting silent.

“What are you looking at?!” yelled Yurio at everyone, putting the attention on himself, stripping from the lion shirt, revealing his breathtaking costume for the show, “You all better look at me now, I’m going to skate first,” he said, making his way towards the ice.

Viktor mentally thanked his younger friend for drawing the attention away from him as he lost his control for a second, now retrieving to the staircase of the building, not wanting to be seen like this.

When you’re in love you really take all the good and the bad from the attachment to the person.

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Katsuki just finished watching Yurio’s routine from the tv that was by request put into his hospital room where he was alone. Viktor paid for the more expensive service even though Yuuri said that it wouldn’t really matter to him where he was spending time if it’s not with him on the ice.

He felt incredibly sad, guilty and angry at himself for trying that reckless jump on the training, resulting in him injuring his left leg.

It wasn’t actually anything serious, but he needed to rest the muscle. So that meant no Grand Prix. No skating with Viktor for the first time.

He could only imagine what his husband was feeling. Trainings always got more intense right before the competition so the last time when they heard each other was about a week ago when he shortly called to simply ask about his well-being.

Just as he thought about it, though, his phone rang and Yuuri visibly flinched, not being used to receiving any calls lately.

He didn’t even look at the caller ID, automatically going with, “Viktor?!”

“You dumbass, it’s Yurio,” the agitated voice on the other end said, clearly still partially out of breath from the show that he just skated.

It was incredible.

“Oh!” he blinked a few times and then regained his composure, quickly saying, “I just saw your routine, it was amazing! Good job!”

“Yeah-yeah, whatever,” he said, gritting his teeth, continuing, “I’m calling because of Viktor. He’s.. in bad shape,” his voice grew quieter, “so you better cheer him the fuck up. Understood? I don’t know how, but do it quickly,” he was speaking seriously, probably clutching the phone in his hand with all his strength.

Then, before the Japanese had any time to reply, he hung up, leaving Yuuri to listen to the beeping on the other end.

Bad shape?..

His thoughts, everything in his mind speeding up and racing back and forth.

I need to fix that!..

During his time while he was in a relationship with Viktor, Yuuri has learned a lot of things. One of the more fundamental ones were.. being creative.

Sometimes they would have fights and he had to come up with a way to surprise him to both make him speechless and want to talk to him again, not being angry anymore.

So he really did master this skill of being creative and now he’s going to put this to use.

A plan came up to his mind almost immediately and he instantly pushed a red button for calling the nurse into the room.

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A few skaters already had their go, Viktor was supposed to show himself right in the middle of the tournament but he felt like in this state he won’t reach even his usual score.

Is this it? Has love ruined Viktor Nikiforov’s incredible talent and years of grind with hard work?..

His eyes were wide open as he was watching young Otabek finishing up his routine flawlessly, getting a second place right after Yurio, who was currently sitting on the top.

He felt how someone patted him on the shoulder and looked behind himself, spotting Chris with a warm smile, extending a hand towards his friend with a phone.

“It’s your husband, Viktor,” he winked at him flirtatiously and Russian took it hesitantly, all thoughts mixed up together.

“Viktor!! I couldn’t reach you on your phone, so please turn on the tv on the channel two right now!” he almost yelled in the device, making his partner furrow his brows together.

“What?..” Nikiforov said, confusion written all over his expression.

“Please, I’m so sorry that I ended up with an injury but it should’ve never affected you, любимый*!” at the last Russian word Viktor just bit his lower lip, tears threatening to fall down his face.

“Don’t hang up, Yuuri, whatever you came up with, I want to be with you at least like this,” said the older man, putting Chris’ phone closer to his ear, as if shortening the distance between the two of them.

As the reply he just heard a hum in affirmation from his husband.

He quickly took the remote of the tv and changed the station from the official tournament broadcast, making the majority of the people in the room questioningly turntheir head towards the genius skater again, but he didn’t care.

On the tv he saw Yuuri in normal clothes, not a hospital robe, standing behind some white wall, clearly nervous and with a microphone in his hand.

Once Viktor saw this, he couldn’t control his emotions and just ran around the whole wing, turning every single screen to show channel two, now Yuuri looking at him from every corner.

“At first I would like to apologise for disturbing your preparations for the tournament, competitors, but as you all know I badly landed one of the jumps at practise and ended up with a moderate injury, resulting in me being unable to participate,” he took a deep breath before continuing, still looking somewhere at his feet, “and I suspect that Viktor Nikiforov, who once used to be my coach and who is now another one of my opponents in the competition.. I think he’s not doing well, because we promised each other that we would skate together on the Grand Prix no matter what,” he now lifted his hazel eyes, wobbly smile on his face, “Who knew, huh? Well.. I am here to lift your spirits, Viktor. Even if I’m not there,” he smiled broadly, cheeks heating up, becoming slightly pink.

Japanese cleared his throat and proceeded.

“Whatever I wouldn’t do, my life is always bringing me back. Back to you,” his eyes were now filled with determination and love, “Before I met you, I didn’t know what love was, I didn’t know what it meant when you couldn’t breathe in your normal tempo without the other person anymore. I didn’t know that this could ever mean so much to anyone,” he slowly lifted his engagement ring on his finger, fighting the stinging sensation in his eyes, “before you, I was just a lost boy, lost person, lost life. You made me find myself professionally and as a person. You made me whole. I know, I don’t say there things often and especially in public when we see each other, so hearing it like this is probably even more frustrating to you, but.. I want you to win. Don’t you let my absence discourage you,” he furrowed his brows together, not stopping “You were so open about me and your feelings, I think it’s time for me to finally pay you back. Viktor, you once captured my heart and it stays perfectly still in your hands, forever,” Yuuri put his hand with the golden ring on his chest, on his beating heart,

“Please, win. For me.”

The broadcast ended after this, everyone turning the screen back to the original channel as Viktor stayed in place, wide-eyed.

“Viktor?..” he heard Yuuri close to his ear now, gently bringing him back to reality.

He sighed deeply, a smile slowly appearing on his face, “Babe... Watch me,” he said, voice full of so well known hazard for skating the routine well.

From all his excitement he didn’t even notice all the commotion on the other end of Yuuri’s side as they exchanged a few more phrases and then hung up.

“That was a long ass call,” said with a pleased grin Chris as he got his phone back, “You guys are my favourite couple. I hate to encourage my opponent, but go get that win, Viktor!” he yelled at Nikiforov’s back already, as the Russian skater made his way towards the ring, ready to capture gold.

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Metro at this hour was full with people and Yuuri did his best to spectate Viktor’s performance on live tv and to watch where he’s going.

Despite the recommendations of doctors at the hospital he said he needs to be there with him, so he was now rushing towards the skating ring, his stamina now being able to withstand longer distances, ever since he started training with his partner.

He’d have to push through the endless crowds of people, someone recognising him and immediately wanting an autograph or to talk, sometimes his leg would send a pang if pain right through his whole body, making him grunt on his journey.

But he was determined. Yuuri wanted to see his husband on ice as he’s winning a medal. Because he just knew, Viktor is winning one. There was not a single doubt about it in his heart that beat so much faster and more passionate for this particular Russian skater.

Finally, when he made it to the arena, he sprinted through the training area, making multiple coaches and participants look up at him in awe, fully realising what the fool came to do.

He was here for Viktor only, and everyone knew that. Their love towards each other was unstoppable.

As the skinny, incredibly beautiful and elegant skater gathered up strength and lifted his body off the ground like a feather in his signature flip, the whole world was watching. Everyone caught their breath, not daring to move, awaiting the landing and therefore the result.

Not a lot of people knew this, but the only thing that Viktor was thinking about at that moment was his husband, Yuuri. How he clutched his hand to his chest, where the heart is, golden ring shining into the camera.

So much emotion and genuine agitation over the fact that they can’t yet make their debut as partners on ice... all mixed up in a beautiful whirl of tears slowly falling down Yuuri’s face, and when Nikiforov landed, he did it perfectly.

The execution of his last move in the astonishingly difficult choreography was nailed perfectly, without a single error, his body bending in a curve for the last burst of the ending posture, before the music stopped.

When the top skater let himself breathe again, his cheeks and nose was red, throat and nostrils almost not catching up to the speed of his breathing.

“Viktor!!” suddenly he heard the desired voice so clear as if they were the only ones present for miles and whipped his head towards the source, ocean eyes wide, threatening to start getting filled with tears.

“Yuuri!” he yelled right back at him, forgetting all the gifts on ice behind him, with an incredible speed closing in to his husband.

And when their bodies touched in the sudden hug, chests tightly pressing to each other, Viktor let himself lose it. He started sobbing, clutching the back of his partner’s coat, trying to get even closer than they already were.

“You... how did you make it here?” the pair pulled away from each other only to look into their faces, eyes meeting and creating an entirely different reality between them, it seemed like.

“I’m so proud of you, Vitya.. Я люблю тебя,**” he said with a blush on his cheeks and a terrible accent, but the Russian skater’s eyes just watered even more at that, him jumping into his arms once again.

“Господи, а я тебя как люблю! Напугал меня со своим ушибом, а сам знаешь-ли пришёл всё-таки на муженька посмотреть!***” the word vomit from his husband in foreign language made absolutely no sense to Yuuri as he just confusedly nodded, caught off guard.

“Baby, I’m so glad you’re here..” Viktor finally said in the language that he could understand, with far less volume than everything that’s been said before.

“I just needed to see you live, not on the screen..” murmured Yuuri into his shoulder, “Doctors were against it, but.. here I am,” he laughed nervously, just snuggling in closer into the cloth with his nose.

“But I think if I remain resting at home and I’ll have someone taking care of me, then I wouldn’t need to stay at the hospital during the recovery,” he continued, pulling away to just smile at Viktor.

“Of course, jesus. You’re not staying there but since I’m pretty sure I just won another Grand Prix in my career, we can go anywhere to relax together for a bit,” he answered, getting quieter towards the end of his sentence, his fingers instinctively reaching up for Yuuri’s lower lip and opening his mouth a little, squeezing on the skin.

“Only you and me, honey.. You have to pay me off for not showing up to the competition, “ suddenly Yuuri felt a hand on his back, firm on his ass.

He started blushing, nervously chuckling and just nodding, accepting defeat. After all, he wouldn’t really mind anything that Viktor has probably planned for them to do.

And just like this, Viktor Nikiforov skated back to the ring, towards the pedestal with the winners, stepping onto the first place, soon enough already pressing his lips gently to the gold metal, then meeting brown eyes of his husband, looking at him with his azurites full of love.

*my love

**i love you

***jesus, and how much do i love you! you made me worry with your injury, but of course you came to see your lovely husband perform, right?

[shanadb5kblog]

But like..EVERY TIME I see a victuuri fan art..I get the urge to cry and assume a fetal postion of joy and bliss..I have NEVER shipped a ship this hard before..not even eruri and thats saying something lol.

A soft garden Victuri pic ^w^ Mostly wanted an excuse to draw flowers X3 Also doesn’t Yuri look cute in overalls? :’3

[victorkatsun]

Prism; A Y!!!OI AU

❄ ; Victor and Yuuri grow up together through their teens, becoming best friends over tournaments and competitions. Feelings ensue, and distance gets in the middle, but there are some bonds that belong to the unbreakable kind. Every year something new happens, and as time goes by everything changes, but not them. After all true love, as they say, is finding your soulmate in your best friend.

.* :✧･ ｡ﾟPlease like or reblog, it helps me a lot ! Hopefully you will give this a shot, and if you do tell me what you thought about it 💙 ! 

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It’s Yuuri who greets him, running to the door and hugging him viciously as soon as the iron door is out of their way. He jumps into the other boy’s arms without thinking and breathes hurriedly as snow piles slowly over their hot heads.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up at the airport.” He says and Minako, who did pick him up and came on the train with Victor, chuckles loudly.

“It’s no problem, Yuuri. I’m here now.” In the past months, Victor’s voice left his whining tone behind and dropped several octaves lower. He doesn’t sound like a child anymore, Yuuri hears certain strength and resilience on him. It’s rich, sweet and powerful. It fits Victor and messes horribly with Yuuri’s gut.

When they talked over grainy video calls, he didn’t sound this mature, this real and Yuuri felt his knees give in at the sound of soft maturity coming from Victor’s throat.

He lets go of him and bows at Victor before reaching for the suitcases when Victor pulls his hand in his own direction.

“It’s okay, I got it.” He says, thinking Victor doesn’t want him to take his luggage.

“Yuuri.” It is then when he lifts his head up, almost gasping when he sees Victor’s silver locks gone and a much, much shorter and fashionable haircut instead. It looks sleek, still soft but also sharp. It's short on the sides and at the back of his head, very short. The top’s longer with a fringe falling in front of his face, almost covering up one eye. It’s hot.

Last time Yuuri saw Victor his long hair was still brushing his shoulders, the streaks of silver perfectly silky in a way that could only be described as luscious, as it had always been. But now its got edge, it’s masculine, too masculine, and Yuuri realizes Victor is not just a pretty baby boy now. Victor turned into a full-blown sex icon with nothing but a decent haircut.

Yuuri yelps. He can’t think like that.

“You look like a model~” He tries to sound teasing, but his voice is rough and small at the same time. Victor blushes.

“Is it horrible?” His complaints are proven to be annoying when even that heady voice can’t make him sound less like a child, and Yuuri feels like laughing. “You hate it!”

‘I hate that I can’t tell you what I really think about it’, Yuuri wants to say but he shakes his head,

“I don’t!” He swears. “It’s pretty, it suits you, you look older. But good older. Not old older.” He scrunches up his nose and Victor lets out a relieved laugh.

“I thought you’d kill me.”

Yuuri rolls his eyes. What he is immune to, though, it’s Victor’s excessive dramatism.

“I’m sure I’ll have plenty of other chances in the future, Vitya.” He huffs, sarcastic, and now he grabs his friend’s suitcase.

“Cheeky ~” Victor laughs, amusedly, and follows Yuuri with his backpack still behind him. Minako is following them closely, muttering something to herself.

“Otosan, Okasan!” Yuuri calls, yelling in rushed Japanese for his parents. “Victor-san is here!”

[yoificfinder]

Can you please rec some domestic established relationship fics?

Nonnie, I think more than half of YOI fics out there are domestic established relationship because that = post-series Victuuri, lbr. So boy do I have so many rec (put a limit of one fic per author tho. And also tried not to include fics I've already recced but you should check out the masterlist). I'm sure I still missed a lot of great fics so other recs are welcome!

And in my dreams, i'm Christmasing with you by SnarkyBreeze [T, 5K]

The presents appear to be arranged into four sections. Some of them are big, worryingly big, and Yuuri wonders if he’s going to have to mail them home instead of packing them away in his luggage. Each little section is labeled with a little card that hints at its contents.

Something you want…

Something you need…

Something to wear…

Something to read…

It’s sickeningly cute, and exactly the kind of thing Viktor likes, and Yuuri feels guilty just looking at the pristine packaging.

blessed by fnix_archive / @forovnix [T, 1K]

Victor’s a cuddler, which is a surprise to absolutely no one. The man is huge, all broad shoulders and lean muscle and long limbs meant for being wrapped around someone else. Yuuri.

come get you some of that bounce baby by @crossroadswrite [T, 4K]

“What are you doing?” Yuuri asks, side-eyeing him as he bends his arms behind his back, legs stretched into a perfect split.

“Delivering justice onto this cruel and unusual world.”

“Whoever trashed me on social media is not worth it, Vitya.”

(Or: in which they're happily married, coaching Russia's and Japan's next great skaters, and Victor Nikiforov remains the clingiest, thirstiest man on the face of this planet.)

How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov by @orchids-and-fictional-cities [T, 5K]

The thing with Viktor is that once he’s set his mind on something, there is a very very minuscule chance of him not following through on said thing.

He wants to do something for Yuuri: partly as a Valentine’s Day gift, partly as a prelude to Worlds, and partly ‘just because’. It’s somewhere between dwelling on the abstract thought of Yuuri’s hunger as a competitor, and watching the younger skater on Facetime with his mother back home, that an idea starts to form.

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This is how Katsuki Yuuri, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the fire of his loins et cetera, ad infinitum, finds Viktor when he walks into the door: standing precariously with one foot on a barstool and the other on top of his counter, frantically fanning at his smoke detector with a magazine.

i've been up nights making you my god by @kevystel [G, 3K]

The flight is twelve hours and Yuuri sleeps the whole time, head on Viktor’s shoulder, hand curled in Viktor’s jacket pocket underneath their shared blanket, earbuds buzzing a quiet insect harmony in the space between their throats. Viktor snores. Yuuri drools.

(Or, Viktor Nikiforov is very much in love and doesn't know how to deal with it)

In Celebration of an Off-Season by ayn2390 / @rougeandtonic [T, 4K]

"Your coach thinks you've worked hard this year. He thinks you deserve to relax."

"And what does my fiance think?" Yuuri asks.

Victor smirks mischievously and says, "Well, your fiance is looking forward to seeing your belly again."

in the spaces between by sixpences / @thetwoguineabook

Yuuri's life in St Petersburg is spread between four languages.

Losing Never Felt So Good by Ashida / @captain-erwinmerica [M, 1K]

He’d never had to stay on his toes this much before, never had to watch himself and be aware of his surroundings, because their latest game had been going on for weeks now and it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He hoped it never did.

In which Victor and Yuuri compete against each other for the silliest things, and Victor couldn't be happier.

Naked Body, Naked Souls by @mypoorfaves [E, 3K]

“Have I ever told you,” comes Victor’s soft murmur, “that I’m not afraid to be naked in front of you?”

Yuuri hums a small laugh at the comment, memories of Victor standing proudly in his family’s hot springs, naked as the day he was born, flashing through his mind. “It seems you have no problem being naked in front of the entire world,” Yuuri replies, but Victor only shakes his head.

“There’s a difference between wearing no clothes and being naked,” he says. “I’m not afraid to be naked in front of you, Yuuri.”

Of Adoration and Heart Conditions by smudgesofink [T, 2K]

“Coffee?” Victor offers, for a lack of things to say, and raises his own cup.

“Coffee.” Yuuri parrots. He blinks, intrigued, and then shuffles nearer until he’s close enough to pull on Victor’s hands supporting the mug, his fingertips radiating warmth from where they brush against Victor’s skin. Yuuri takes a sip, closing his eyes, and makes the first happy noise at the back of his throat.

Victor almost swoons.

(Is swooning one of the symptoms of a heart condition? Is Victor dying?)

In which Yuuri is too beautiful in the mornings and Victor may or may not be having a heart attack because of it.

R/Ridiculous by phoenixwings [G, 2K]

I [32M] have to do laundry twice a week now because my husband [28M] keeps wearing my clothes, but I don’t want to ask him to stop because he looks so good in them. What should I do?

Yuuri glanced over the replies, most of which were some variation of “please stop posting these, you’re clogging up the feed”. Yuuri smirked as he wrote his own response.

Buy more clothes.

-quadflipkatsudon

In which Yuuri leaving his laptop open somehow leads to his husband being ridiculous on Reddit.

Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by @lucycamui [E, 4K]

In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be.

Alternatively titled, How Many Ways Can Victor Hurt Himself? or Idiots in Love

snapshots from the edge of forever by @alykapediaaa [T, 2K]

video description: a three-minute compilation of Yuuri chasing after dogs and petting them.

12,421 likes

v-nikiforov My husband, the dog whisperer.

(Five snapshots from the Katsuki-Nikiforov Honeymoon.)

the soft animal of your body by @stammiviktor [E, 6K]

It happens like this every March, in the run-up to Worlds and the tail-end of winter. Somewhere during the ten-hour days of drills and run-throughs and conditioning, Viktor begins to go numb.

Yuuri warms him against his skin, brings back feeling everywhere he touches, but the cold sinks deeper within Viktor than even his husband can go.

Viktor and Yuuri have been married a year, living together for three, but are still learning new ways to take care of one another.

the st. petersburg rules by @thehandsingsweapon [T, 4K]

two people who live together always make rules. these are some of viktor's and yuuri's.

(in which we consider: the dishes, the laundry, the terrible things the refrigerator has seen, and how viktor wins all the important fights without ever making yuuri lose them).

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ETA - Other people's rec:

@sophialala1 recs her own fics Stranger Danger, The past is the past..., and You and me against the world

[fangirlshrewt97]

Yuri on Ice Fic: Now’s My Curtain Call

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Fandom: Yuri on Ice!!!

Pairing: Victor Nikiforov / Yuuri Katsuki

Characters: Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki, Others mentioned but don’t appear

Rating: General audiences (1 curse word)

Warnings: None apply

Additional Tags:  Retirement, Reminiscing, Introspection, Insecurity, Songfic, Yuuri being Awesome, Yuuri not taking Victor’s crap, Angst and Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Inspired by the song “Stole the Show” by Kygo ad James Parsons. 

Basically, Viktor brooding before his retirement party, and Yuuri being the fabulous husband he is getting him out of his funk.

Link to A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23852626

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Yuuri felt his breathing grow slightly heavier as he made his way up all the bleachers to the top most row. He wrapped his hands around his elbows and rubbed them up and down to warm himself slightly. Even after spending an inordinate amount of his life in an ice rink, the cold never failed to bite him. He saw his breath coming out as a mist, a testament to the temperature of the huge rink that didn’t have the thousands it was made to hold occupying it. He walked slowly, not in a rush to get to his destination, but he walked with a purpose. They did have a party to be at after all.

There he was.

Viktor was sitting facing the ice rink, the stage of all their victories and failures, their jumps, their spins, their lives. The Russian man didn’t even react when Yuuri came to a stop beside him. Yuuri turned to look in the same direction as his husband, wanting to find what had him so captivated.

“This is it Yuuri.”

Ah, that’s what all this was about then. Yuuri would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting this at some point. Well no, he was expecting it tomorrow morning to be exact.  

“Viktor.” Yuuri replied, an unvoiced question and plea all wrapped in one. The two of them still did not look at each other.

“Sit down.”

Yuuri sat automatically, sinking into the rink chair, a slight shiver passing through him as the cold of the plastic chair seeped through his suit trousers.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Everything.”

“Oh?”

“It is hard to believe this is it.”

“Oh Viktor, you idiot.” Yuuri said, voice full of the fondness he felt in every cell of his body.

Viktor turned to look at him for the first time since he sat down beside him.

“Idiot?” The incredulity was evident in his voice.

“Idiot. So you are retiring. That doesn’t mean this is the end.”

“Yuuri that is exactly what it means.” Stubborn to the end, his husband.

“No. The end is when there is nothing left for you in the ice. Touch your heart and tell me there is nothing left in the ice for you.”

Viktor stayed quiet, speechless for a minute.

Yuuri tilted his head, resting his cheek against Viktor’s shoulder. “Vitya, you still have so much left to give. So what if you are not out there competing? You will still be there as a coach, a teacher, and most importantly, a friend. And what, you think just because you retire, people will forget about you?”

Yuuri pivoted his head, close enough to feel Viktor’s breaths on his face, before leaning back to sit up straight. Turning fully towards his husband, Yuuri grabbed  his hands into his own. He flipped them palms up and slowly traced his fingertips over the palms, making them twitch. A small smile crept into his face, and he moved to lace their hands together, the contrast of his warm hands to Viktor’s cool ones, giving him goosebumps.

“Are you going to answer?” he asked softly. He didn’t want to push after all.

Viktor was the most expressive man in the world, but he was also someone who had grown up with the spotlight pointed straight at him for half his life practically. When they had first started training together, Yuuri had been astonished that Viktor was so cheerful and energetic, so different to his own quiet life. Then they moved to Russia, and in his own home, Yuuri saw a different aspect of Viktor. And realized that he has been playing for the cameras, for the expectations the world had of him so long, he had driven himself to an unattainable level of perfection. Punished himself when he failed to meet them. They had been working on it, Yuuri pushing Viktor to realize he is so much more than an ice skater. He guessed the sudden reality of his retirement finally hit Viktor. He sighed internally, he really should have seen this coming.  

“I’m scared.”

“Of retiring?”

“Of what comes next.”

“What comes next?”

Viktor gave him a glare but Yuuri just quirked a small smile and squeezed their entwined hands.

“What comes next Vitya?”

Viktor seemed to deflate, seemingly trying to merge into the chair he was sitting on, and the only thing tethering him to his body being Yuuri’s hands.

“I don’t know.”

“Of course you do.”

“No Yuuri, I don’t. Why are you doing this?” Viktor snapped, feeling annoyed with the Japanese man’s cryptic answers and seemingly useless prodding.

“Why am I doing what?”

“Repeating all my questions back to me for a start.”

“Because I don’t know if you are genuinely clueless or being purposefully being dense.”

Viktor made an incoherent noise of frustration. Yuuri let out a big sigh and shook his head before smiling at Viktor as though he were a slow child. Viktor felt his pout getting bigger.

“Vitya, you big baby. Listen to me ok? You are retiring. You know what you are doing next? You are joining Yakov as a junior coach. You are coaching me for my last season next year. You are coming with me to Japan and working in the onsen where okaasan is going to teach you to make katsudon in about a week’s time. You are going to go on a holiday with Chris through Europe and leave me to train while you have fun.”

When Viktor still looked dissatisfied, Yuuri decided it was time to pull out the big guns.

“Fine. Let’s say everything I said is wrong. Let it be. Why don’t you tell me what is actually bothering you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Yuuri!”

“Bullshit Vitya. Why are you being so stubborn?”

“Why are you being so mean?”

“Because my incredibly brilliant and charming husband is acting like a surly child who didn’t get the Christmas gift he wanted.”

Viktor just grunted and removed his hands from Yuuri’s and turned back to his original position, slouching and sliding in the seat till he was sitting on its very edge. “So mean.”

“What are you really scared of?”

“I don’t know.”

“Vit-”

“No Yuuri, I am not being difficult.I really don’t know. I have been skating for almost two thirds of my life now. And that year long break with you was the best decision I made, but I always had this feeling I was coming back to the ice. And now, I am never going back and I just-” Viktor choked, finding it hard to breath as tears flooded his eyes and slipped out. He tried to bite back the sobs threatening to overwhelm him as he was tugged into Yuuri’s side.

“Oh my love…” Yuuri whispered as he rubbed small circles into his husband’s back, hugging him tighter and he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. He didn’t know how long they sat there like that, but eventually, Viktor’s sobs subsided and the man dislodged himself from Yuuri’s side to sit up straight. Yuuri handed him a handkerchief before he wiped his eyes with his suit sleeve.

Yuuri looked at his husband, feeling his heart tighten in sympathy at the struggle Viktor was going through. He was a little angry Viktor had just kept this all inside him for so long, because these feelings were obviously not brand new. But he understood why his husband didn’t share them if he himself didn’t accept them as something he was feeling. And hating a part of yourself and feeling helpless was a feeling he was too intimately familiar with.

Sighing softly, he turned his body and hugged his husband properly, one hand cradling the back of Viktor’s head, tucking it into his neck. Viktor was stiff for a minute before he went boneless, sagging against him, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. “Baka Viktor. How many times have you told me that whenever I am feeling down I should tell you? That if I ever feel less than, to let you know so that you can fight against my malfunctioning brain? Am I not your husband? Do you not think I would want to be there for you too?”

“I’m sorry Yuuri.” Viktor said, looking truly pathetic with his eyes puffy, and ears and nose red as a tomato. Yuuri melted, his hand moving from the back of Viktor’s neck to his cheek, his thumb caressing the tear tracks on the Russian’s face. He tugged his face close and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“My love you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Still…” Viktor started, only for Yuuri to cut him off with kisses peppered all over his face.

“Nothing” over his eyelid, “to” the other eyelid, “be” forehead, “sorry” other cheek “for” lips.

They lingered in the kiss before breaking apart, but still staying close enough feel each other’s breath shared between them. Yuuri moved back enough to see his beloved’s blue eyes, that icy blue which makes his heart race.

“Tell me a memory.”

Viktor obviously wasn’t expecting that based on the bewildered look on his face. “What?”

Yuuri smiled, leaning back. “A technique I learned while in collage was to think about something that made me happy. My therapist told me about this where when everything felt hopeless, I should remember a good moment in my life. And then another, and another, until I remember that happy moments are not a finite. Viktor I almost quit figure skating because I thought I had hit my peak and it was bleak. You were the one who helped me see that I still had a long way to go, you showed me higher peaks, pulled me along into the spotlight with you. You gave me the world Viktor. You gave me the world when I thought there was nothing left for me. So you are my living reminder that no matter how much my brain tries to convince me otherwise, I have happiness in my life. That people care about me. That I am not a burden. God, you know how much those things seem like lies to me, how much my mind tries to convince me that there is no one in the world who cares about me. You are there every time willing to fight for me against my own demons.” Yuuri stopped to take a deep breath, he had gotten more into that then he had expected, and got back to what he had actually wanted to say, voice backed with steel. “So I am asking you to tell me a memory of something that makes you happy. And then another, and another, until you realize that just because you had all these great memories doesn’t mean you won’t have anymore. I promise you now, just as I did during our wedding, I will by your side for as long you will have me. And I am just as ready to fight for you as you are me.”

Viktor looked speechless at the end of Yuuri’s declaration, eyes shining with tears again.

Yuuri leans in for another kiss, pressing this one to the corner of Viktor’s lips. “Your turn.”

Viktor gaped at Yuuri for another moment before closing his eyes and nodding. “Ok.”

Viktor’s voice was soft, afraid of haunting his own memories, infecting them with the misery he was feeling, but Yuuri had asked this of him, and Yuuri asked for so little, so he would give Yuuri what he wanted. “I…um… I remember winning the local ice skating competition when I was 7, I was leagues above them, and I knew it. After the competition and the awards ceremony, I got off the ice and changed before going looking for my coach. I was confused because normally he was always waiting for me at the edge of the ice rink, but this time, only Mama and Papa were there. I found him talking to this stranger, he was short, and chubby, and I didn’t like his face. But my coach called me forward and introduced him. It was Yakov. He told me that he thought I could do so much more if I came with him to St. Petersburg, and told my parents he would even take me on for one year for free. My parents were worried, but ultimately decided it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Plus I remember asking them over and over again, I did not know exactly how big a deal Yakov was, but my coach had showed me some footage of some of Yakov’s students. Yuuri, I liked figure skating, but watching those videos, they made it look like magic, like they were fairies or that they had wings, like it was no effort at all. And I wanted to do.”

Yuuri was smiling warmly, and nodded for Viktor to go on.

“I remember that first year with Yakov, being pushed beyond what I could take. My seniors would … not bully but they each were more concerned with their own issues than looking out for their juniors. If you weren’t willing to push your body beyond it’s limits, Yakov was not meant for you. I hated them for a while, and I can still feel the bruises and the bloody mess my feet were. Mama had moved with me to the city, unwilling to leave me alone so young. That first victory at Russian Nationals, I had never been so happy in my life Yuuri. Papa had come to see me in competition, and Mama made me all my favorite dishes after the competition. Yakov told me good job Yuuri. Which we both know is the ultimate praise coming from that gruff man.”

“That’s a good memory.”

“I can recall that dinner so clearly.”

“Tell me another?”

Viktor thought for a moment before a smile graced his lips. “My first Gold at the Junior Grand Prix. I was at the top of the world. It felt like every moment had been leading me up to that victory. The eyes of the world were on me and I felt like I could fly. I moved up to seniors after that, and my seniors actually respected me. Georgi was recruited at the same time. I had never really had a lot of friends my own age, considering that I had basically  grown up competing and just training. We didn’t get along a lot of the time. But this one time, Yakov had yelled at Georgi really bad and he had been in tears. And looking back, I was lonely. I found Georgi waiting outside the steps of the ice rink that day for his mother to come pick him up. It was the beginning of winter, and snow was starting to fall, so I told Georgi I would wait with him inside till our moms came. We sat there and talked for two hours Yuuri. I don’t even remember what we talked about but for the first time I could recall, I was happy in a new way. Thinking about it now, I was almost even happier about having a friend and confidant than about winning the gold medal. After that we helped each other, and we stood up for each other. Georgi was still in Juniors for another year before joining me in Senior level, but I am so grateful for the time we had.”

Viktor’s smile dimmed. “I’ve not been a good friend to Georgi for the past few years have I?”

Yuuri made a noise in the back of his throat. “None of that Viktor. Georgi told me when he retired that he was so happy with what he had accomplished. I know you and Yuri have developed this mindset where winning is the main goal, and the only one that matters. And there is nothing wrong with that Viktor. Others like Georgi and I? We want to win just as badly, don’t mistake me, but we are also grateful for the chance to compete, to perform. I love competing, it makes me push myself to do better, to learn, to be more. But what I love most is figure skating itself, not the medals and titles. True he may not have won as many medals as you, but he is also a figure skater who accomplished a lot in his own right. He is proud of what he did. You don’t get to make him feel insufficient.”

Viktor looked horrified. “No Yuuri, that isn’t-”

Yuuri silenced him with a hand to his knee, eyes still steady and determined. “I know baka. You are far too kind to think that, besides you would not have spared me a second glance if you actually thought that way. Could you have been a better friend to Georgi? Maybe. Probably. But you did not treat him like someone you had to be better than. You have only ever pushed yourself to be better than you.”

Viktor remained silent.

“Tell me one more memory?”

Viktor stayed silent for a long time, just twisting his wedding ring again and again. Yuuri gave him the space he needed to think.

“When I first started skating Stammi Vicino, I knew there was something off about the choreography, but technically it was perfect, and I trained and trained. I came into the rink at all hours, and nearly wore a hole into my skates with how much I practiced it, but it never felt right. Hell, even the gold I won for it made me feel like I didn’t deserve it. And then I saw you skate the same damn moves I had Yuuri, and it was breathtaking. I knew right then that I could not let you slip away again. And then, we danced Stammi Vicino together. Yuuri, when we performed it in front of the world, the routine felt complete for the first time to me. I had finally made it into what it was always meant to be, without even realizing it. It was a dance meant to be shared, a dance of love. And doing it with you,” Viktor choked, eyes glistening with tears again, but when Viktor looked at him, his eyes were twinkling with happiness. “That routine is my favorite out of all the routines I have ever done. And that memory is one of the best in my life.”

Yuuri’s own eyes started to get wet, so he rubbed his eyes before pulling Viktor in for another hug, holding his husband close. This time, Viktor held him just as tightly.

“It is my favorite too. Although I am really partial to Yuri on Ice.” Yuuri smirked. Viktor choked out a wet laugh before punching him with no strength. Yuuri laughed before rubbing his nose against Viktor’s. “You are my favorite.”

Viktor just smiled brightly at him and reciprocated a kiss to his cheek. The two stayed like that for another minute before Yuuri wiped off Viktor’s tears and cupped his face with both hands. “Now, if you are feeling good again, what do you say we go to the surprise retirement party that is not really a surprise but everyone is excited so indulge them anyways party?”

“That’s a long name for a party.”

“Baka Vitya!”

Laughing his usual bright cheer, Viktor laced their hands together and stood up. He then released one of Yuuri’s hands and pressed it to his side, stretching. “Come along then. Let’s go to the party with the really long name.”

“Yes, one I promised all our friends I’d bring you to about an hour ago.” Yuuri swung their hands between them, letting Viktor lead them out of their seats to the rink below, a comfortable silence settling between them.

As they went to leave the gym, Viktor stopped, one hand resting on the edge of the rink. Yuuri squeezed his hand.

“This isn’t your last time here Vitya.”

“Yes it is Yuuri. It is as a competitive ice skater.” Viktor said, voice far away. But then he turned to Yuuri and grinning. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

Thrown off by the sudden change in attitude, Yuuri gaped at him, but Viktor just chuckled. “Thank you for coming to get me.”

Yuuri’s eyes were warm. “Always.”

When Yuuri tugged Viktor towards the hotel where the party was being held at this time, Viktor went easily. After all, he had a bright future to look forward to. One not illuminated by spotlights and expectations. Stepping out of the building, Viktor felt like he could fly all over again. Letting out a shout, Viktor started running, he could hear Yuuri calling his name out behind him, footsteps pounding the pavement, but the warm breeze enveloped him in a hug, and he started running.

After all, you need a running start to take off.

[ton-e]

Lol ok so I didn't wanna do aesthetics so I wanna brainstorm possible scenes instead

Ok so the premise is, basically, Viktor, an aspiring kid looking to enter this straining affair of the boxing world. He's young and impressionable and he's got something to say. Something that old underground New York pubs and junior gyms don't provide enough eco for.

Barnes, a big shot star in the 80s, is pretty much known as the best of the best there, holding the impressive score of 34-1. (Tho I don't know if it can count as a victory since he wasn't even there for the fight, anyway) but after a near fatal shooting which happened right before his big championship match with Rollins, a bullet piercing his right shoulder which leads to the amputation of his limb, he dissapears into the shadows. The world moves on.

I like the idea of Barnes being trained by Mary who was in his exact same spot years ago but had to give up her career to have Anthony which she doesn't regret! Between her heart problems and the growing annoyance of public attention, a baby is practically a blessing and if it puts Jarvis and Howie to rest then it's a bonus. (I also kind of like the idea of her having only losing once and it was against Maria lol)

And maybe Viktor goes to her first but, while she does seem fond, like she's looking at an old memory twice, she refuses. "Kid, I'm gonna tell you exactly what I told my old pain in the ass when he stood in your spot: I can't."

"Why?"

"Because us Carbonells train to kill, not fight. Alright, what you think boxing is, - this cookie-cutter bullshit version you kids have today? The civilized conversation, the heavy editing, the contracts promising defenses, - that doesn't mean shit. Apollo Creed had a contract.

Muhammed Ali had a contract. So did Jimmy Doyle, Frankie Cambell, and Brad Connels. A sheet of paper can't protect you from the ring, and I'm not having another kid on my conscience. Besides, these guys? They have purpose. Whether it's money, or sport, or just to chase the high - they have it. You just want the glory."

"Yeah? So what?" So what if he wants to be seen? So what if he's doing all of this hoping to impress? So what if he has to prove he's worth someone's time. "If I die I die. Big deal."

For some reason, he wants to both cry and retaliate at the look of pity that crosses her face. "Go home, kid. You're gonna break your momma's heart." Are his last words to him before she closes the door.

In a Viktor fashion, he does the exact opposite.

He likes the street fighting, - the vibrations under his fists, the crack of his bones, the violent taste of crimson metal blossoming in his mouth, it's liberating. He doesn't think about anything. It's just him and his adversary, not an enemy, just someone seeing him as Viktor sees them. That rush could ruin a man.

It doesn't hurt he's making pocket money on the side, either. Certainly better than watching some snotty kids or mowing laws, in his book.

No, what kind of hurts is seeing the sharp scrutiny in Aleksei's sharp eye and the soft disappointment uncovering Ryurik's Dad Stare when they come pick him up from the station.

He and his mother are alike a lot in that aspect, - really he's pretty sure the five, Sasha and him have had an agreement to collectively throw themselves off a cliff if they disappointed Ryurik in some way. A broken arm, bruised ribs, and black eye? Pale in comparison to what Ryurik's power really holds.

I refuse to believe Aleksei doesn't freely parent other people's kids sksk Aleksei only stops scolding him when a police officer says ''He's going to spend the first part of his life in the streets, and the other in the grave. I put my life on it." Well a certain fashion teacher is gonna design the outfit for your funeral BITCH-

"You're so damn lucky Talusha was busy digging her medicure through someone's intestines right now. Do you even know how bad you look right now? Of the mountain of trouble you're into? Are you? Viktor Iosef Novak, you look at me when I'm talking to you, -"

"Relax, relax, take it down to a two, " Viktor pushes back a laugh watching Ryurik placate his husband bc it's just cute, and ignores the shush river of Russian pet names bc they're not for him to hear. It makes him feel vulnerable tho, that Ryurik feels the need to somehow hold Aleksei back. He can take the heat just fine.

He can take it and give it just as good, because every battle he's been into before has been on his own name. But this is harder because it was never a fight, to begin with.

Fighting is easy. Stopping is harder.

It doesn't stop feeling bad when Sasha bandages his wounds and his back doesn't cool town from the target five pair of eyes fixate on. Yasha's burn the hardest thought. "The fuck you looking at?" He playfully glares, the good part of his shoulder bumping against the other boy's, who tries to small but it lifts with a strain.

"An idiot."

"Are you looking for a mirror?"

"Fuck you, Vitya."

"Hard pass."

"Okay, Viktor you're not getting away that easy, " Ronin says, arms still bound tightly around Antoska's slender shoulders and Sasha's frail middle. Despite his easy going tone, Viktor uncovers the touch of concern underneath. "Why can't you just ask your mom to teach you? Or Papa? I mean, you want to be on a knuckle sandwich diet be my guest, but it's not really good for digestion from what I hear."

"It's not the same. Your father knows another kind of style."

'He doesn't want to learn from mom and uncle Ryurik because she's a girl,' Sasha signes irritably, eyes making an impressive tumble. 'My brother, the 14 year old, making sexist comment. What a never heard of fact.'

"I didn't say that!" He exclaims, flushed. Hissing when Natalia kicks him in the tender bruise he sports on his hip. "I just said, that I want to learn boxing! And that's not the same thing as what Ma does, or you guys do. Boxing is special. But if I can't learn from Barnes specifically, then there's no point!"

The red head huffs in indignation. "Okay, so, boo hoo, some washed-up Rocky Balboa doesn't want to train you. You have options, V. People give up over worse."

He doesn't feel like being home anymore, so he flees, the call outs to his name going ignored. in the street or just outside, he doesn't know. He just knows red follows him, that concrete shakes under the stomp of his heel and that the wetness on his cheeks freezes on his face. No one gets it, no one gets HIM. It hurts, that a part of him, the part that tells him he's worthless and insignificant and forgetful , really does think Barnes has better things to do than train him.

A sleek car, long, vintage, a touch too expensive for the streets he's haunting right now, stops beside him. He continues. It follows him, engines unusually quiet.

"Mr. Novak?" A deep voice, subdued, but persuasive nonethelesss coerces him into stopping. The windows roll down, revealing a man with a smile too friendly to be true and eyes too kind to be nondeceiving. "My name is Alexander Pierce. And I happen to have an irresistible offer."

"It's in the process of extension, " Pierce expresses later, as he leads Viktor through the underground fighting bar. Its practically a huge stadium in a molehill and his mind struggles to compute how Pierce pulled it off. "I'm looking for capable young talents to craft into tomorrow's brightest stars. I'm assuming you've heard of Rumlow before?"

"Crossbones? 23-2? Yeah, I heard. He's currently heavyweight champ, right?" Barnes should have been, he wants to say, but reading the room better he thinks against it. "I don't... Actually think I've seen him around much. Maybe since '98, but that's his most recent match. What's ... Up with that?"

"He's kept that belt around him for closer than two decades. Id say its time for some adjuments in the records, don't you agree?" He doesn't like it when Pierce smiles. Bad things happen when he smiles, of that Viktor is certain. "That being said. I think you could be our following breakthrough. What do you say? I'd love to see a performance. "

"I'd be surprised if you guys had a Juniors league." He snorts, expecting a smart retort, but all he gets is a sinister grin. All of a sudden he's in the ring, without even noticing he was moved, and before him stands a beast of a man, two heads taller and promise of pain in his eyes. "... What juice do you give this kid?"

"You're charismatic. You'll need that in this world. He's your adversary for tonight. I'd suggest an old fashioned glove bump for the sake of sport, but, seeing as you're barehanded id advise against it. "

"You can't do that, " nervousness bubbles in his throat. "That's against the rules. I can't fight like that."

"Oh! Don't worry. You don't have to fight. You just have to die."

--

The last time Rumlow sees Barnes is on a stretcher, arm bathed in blood and with the press around an ambulance.

He doesn't know what they were. Fuck buddies to almost friends to friends with benefits? He doesn't know what he had, but he knows he lost it. All he has is a sheet of paper with scratched blue ink, digits that no longer call, and some gold on leather.

"You should treat that belt with more respect. " Rollins scolds him. Rumlow uses it as feet rest next, and doesn't flinch at the sharp slap he receives. Instead, he smiles mockingly, lower lip sticking out in a tempting pout.

"Hit a bit harder next time and maybe it'll be half close to how Barnes used to do it. Just because it felt good with him doesn't mean you'll receive the same response." The pout slips into a smile that drinks into the frustration sizzling around the air. "Besides, I don't listen to cowards, Jackie. Thought we established that."

"Oh, please. Are you ever going to let that go? I ain't gonna repeat it a thousand times till you get It through that hard head of yours, but I didn't shoot your boy toy."

'' I didn't say you shot him. Pussy like yourself, I'm thinking you hired someone. Why did you do it? Hm? Were you that scared to fight him that you wanted to kill him? Hell, I don't blame you. Man sprints like Ali and serves like Creed. "

It's Jack's turn to return that grin, that fucking blood-curling grin. " Used to, for sure. Remember when he fucked up your pretty face in '84. Now? He's a street rat barely getting by, sniffing after junk and scraps just to stay alive. Must be hard to think about, I guess, that he used to give it so good and now he can't even hold you, can't he? Not with his cripple self. "

The beer can in Rumlow's hand spills over. Neither comment. "I ain't afraid of no half-man, Brocky, " Honey-sweet words make him sick. He wants to kick Jack out, but they both know he won't stay away, and that Rumlow won't keep him away. He's too dependent on him at this point. "And not stupid enough to think he's coming back."

"... You're right. You're not afraid to fight him. You've got a lot of words worth to point the finger at, but chicken shit? Ain't one of them. You know what I think?" Rumlow sits back, smirk wide and nasty, contradicting the sadness on his tongue, the venom, the tired. " I think you were afraid to be him. That he just? Didn't give a shit. Just like I did. That he could fuck me whenever and wherever he damn well pleased without giving a shit about who had something to say about it.

You were afraid I'd say something about you, even if we both damn well know that never happened, that he found out. I think you were terrified he was gonna tell the world Jack Rollins was a faggot just like his daddy."

He can't snapshot the moment his body makes contact to the floor. He doesn't count the punches either, letting them numb over his face, no longer present for the beating. At around one point, his neck snaps to the TV screen, in sync with Jack ceasing his onslaught, and his eyeballs follow his stunned gaze.

Rumlow can recall the time Barnes lost his right hand.

And he'll brain engrave the image of him kncoking some goon out with his left.

[frankwillicms]

&&. ( frank miles williams ) is ( 62 ) year old and works as a ( head of security for layla musa ). he is often confused with ( jeff bridges ). some say that he is ( brash & annoying ), but he is actually ( intelligent & unpredictable ). 

ok this is a culmination of the worst idea i’ve ever had and @vitasturias​ making a post that i laughed so hard at that i snorted sprite out my nose. link to that great post. bring more vitya love interests. we need the others. 

you guys are gonna either love him dearly or hate him so much. there’s no in between. 

alright here u go 

tw: familial abuse

frank williams was born into a dynasty. a family right out of the pages of a magazine, like the kennedy’s if the kennedy’s had just a bit less class and a lot more ranching land. 

his father was a senator, his mother the perfect housewife. he and his sister were expected to do great things, with all the money and the best connections a senator could have. 

but while his father was the perfect senator, he was also something else: a drunk. 

only frank and his mother saw this side of him. within the walls of the ranch house, frank watched his father drink and smoke himself to death. it wasn’t uncommon for the children of his time, but it was something that frank never forgot. 

he swore he’d never do the same when he was very young, just eleven years old and watching his old man fly into fits of rage at the closest person. 

he grew up into the perfect image his father wanted. went to the university of texas and learned political science. he was expected to take his father’s place in congress when he wanted to retire. the chain continuing, like a passing of the torch. 

but maybe frank was miserable. the only people who understood him were the new age hippie types and he was never caught by his parents hanging around them. they had ideas that were so different from his pop’s cookie cutter worldview. 

when he was twenty-one, his mother announced that she was going to have another baby, and suddenly frank had someone else to take care of. she grew up into his best friend, always sticking around when he needed her most.  

he stuck close to home, working in law offices and interning with other texas representatives. he made a name for himself in congress and waited for the day his father walked away. 

his father never did. he dropped dead in his office of a heart attack. his secretary was the only witness, having to explain the scene. his mother only knew of his death, but frank got a window into his father’s extensive lies. 

the secretary was pregnant, with his father’s child. and frank paid them to go away, hiding everything from his family, too caught up in mourning to realize something was wrong.

he won the runoff election easily, his last name holding enough power to push him into the spot, and his brand new fiance helping his numbers easily. 

his wife’s name was elizabeth. she was a spitfire when the cameras turned off and the perfect housewife when they were trained on her. he loved her a lot more than he’d ever expected to, she could keep up with his bullshit. for the first time since he’d sat with a bunch of hippies at college, he felt seen. 

but the work was terrible. he hated the political game, hated his fellow congressmen. he was just glad to be in the winning blue party, never having to do much. elizabeth was probably better at the job, and any chance he got he would let her take over. 

she had ambition whereas he was stagnating. and maybe the stupid decisions were a bit orchestrated by her. maybe he was handed small choices that led to the big one. the bribe may not have been only his idea, but he took the fall. 

after twenty years in congress, it all came crashing down. he signed the wrong papers, gave the wrong person cash. and suddenly he was bribing someone. maybe he was stupid, but maybe he was a bit too detached at that point. he didn’t care. 

elizabeth served him divorce papers and then stole his seat in congress.

he couldn’t lie that he wasn’t proud of her, but he went back to his family ranch and never looked back. his mother died that year, leaving it to him and abigail. and he took over, working the land for a year and trying to find something he could actually do without getting complacent. 

security wasn’t a grand idea he had. he just... looked like a bouncer one night at a bar, and he threw someone out and it kind of... clicked. when he was young, he saw himself as a protector. whether it was his mother or his sister or his friends or his wife from the press, he was always shielding someone. 

and that’s where the security company came from. 

his connections came in handy once again, and he and his three guys started working for texas state senators. he ran a tight ship, very serious about his client’s protection. and he got going with it, it’s something he’s good at again. he liked it. 

he built a reputation for being the best in the united states. he’d never lost a client or had an injury on his watch. that kind of record was unheard of with the kind of people he worked for. 

he left the ranch to his sister and went overseas to interview for a new kind of job: royal security in egypt. 

he took the job the second he saw the girl he was meant to protect. she seemed... scared of him, but more scared of what her parents thought. and he hated seeing that in other people more than anything. 

he meant to sign on to layla’s team for a year but stayed as her head of security indefinitely. he liked the kid, he didn’t want to leave her behind to the wolves. he’d never had kids of his own, but he kind of hoped they’d be like her. hypothetically. he usually didn’t let himself get attached to clients.

he’s just gotten off a vacation after layla’s wedding and now he’s headed back to thailand to be an ass to everyone. expect southernisms and this random guy just yelling “howdy!” every ten minutes.