#mila x yuri

[giasesshoumaru]

Gia's Fic Masterlist [Yuri On Ice]

This is a list of all the fics I’ve written that are posted to AO3 for Harry Potter. Those that are also on FFN or Tumblr will have links to that, too. This will not include any stories that are a permanent WIP, but any fics from abandoned series will be marked.

Harry Potter || Yuri On Ice || Miscellaneous

Bad Week || Written with @otabekvoiceblog || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Otayuri || With Europeans over and the Olympics on the horizon, the stress has started to get to Yuri. Otabek endeavors to change that. || Tags: Underage, Yuri is 16, Fluff and Smut, Dom/Sub, Food Porn

Between Friends || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Mila/Yuri || Yuri and Mila have always been training mates and maybe even friends. Despite some innocent exploration, nothing became of it. What happens when they kiss as adults? || Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friends with Benefits, Eventual Smut, Underage in the First Half

Coming Home || Written with @jfrosty1983 || Rating: Teen || Pairing; Viktuuri || Viktor comes home to Yuuri after the European Championships. || Tags: Fluff

Just Love Me || Written with @otabekvoiceblog || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Otayuri || After their fight, Yuri does his best to make it up to Otabek as the two do some reminiscing about their wedding and talking about their honeymoon. || Tags: Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Smut, Sub Yuri Plisetsky, Dom Otabek Altin, Dom/Sub || Tumblr

Moments in the Onsen || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Otabek x Yuuri, Viktuuri, Otabek & Yuri || While Viktor is out with Chris, Yuuri and Otabek have a stolen moment in the Onsen together. || Tags: Sexual Content, Cheating, Smut, Light, Emotional Infidelity

New Frontiers and Familiar Territories || Rating: Explicit || Pairings: Viktuuri, Otabek & Yuri || Yuuri is finally in St. Petersburg with Viktor. There are new rinkmates, but there's also Viktor, and nothing is better than that. Meanwhile, Yuri has a conversation with his friend, Otabek. || Tags: Sexual Content, Fluf and Smut, Rough Sex, Praise Kink || Notes: Discontinued Series

One Day || Rating: General || Pairing: Viktuuri || Prince Yuuri of Ajantara is in love with Viktor, the Elven King of Rusanaria. Neither of them thought that it would be a problem that Yuuri isn't pure Elven. || Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Elves, Romance, Fluff, references to Omegaverse

Touch My World With You || Written with @otabekvoiceblog || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Otayuri || After the Exhibitions at Worlds, Yuri and Otabek go back to the hotel room to wind down after a long season. || Tags: Underage, Yuri is 17, Fluff and Smut, Dom/Sub

Cancer AU

Say It || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Viktuuri, Otayuri || After feeling sick for the past couple of months, Yuri gets a bad diagnosis from the doctor. || Tags: Cancer, Heavy Angst || Tumblr FFN

The Other Shoe Drops || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Viktuuri, Otayuri || Otabek finds out the results of Yuri's doctor appointment. || Tags: Cancer, Heavy Angst || Tumblr FFN

Drabble Prompts

What I Need || Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Otayuri || Fire Meme Drabble at the request of bekayim; Character Requested: Otabek :: Tags: Sexual Content, Masturbation, Light Dom/Sub || Tumblr

Always || Rating: Teen || Pairing : Otayuri || onotherflights asked:

otayuri, 14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” ♡ || Tags: First Kiss, Surprise Kissing || Tumblr

Rest || Rating: General || Pairing: Otayuri || anonymous asked: 38, Otayuri “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” || Tumblr

You Know You Want It || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Pliroy || jfrosty1983 asked: 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” JJ and Yuri || Tags: Cheating, Suprise Kissing, Infidelity, Angry Kissing || Tumblr

You Got Me || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Otayuri || jfrosty1983 asked:

Kisses through a haze of rain. Yuri and Otabek Or Viktor and Yuuri. You choose! || Tags: Fear of Thunderstorms, Kissing || Tumblr

One Kiss || Rating: General || Pairing: Viktuuri || nyankittyblr asked: prompt 21 for viktuuri? :3 21. One kiss limit. || Tumblr

Haven't Seen the Last of Me || Rating: Teen | Pairing: Otayuri || Yuri is injured. He is not too happy about this. || Tags: Injury, Established Relationship || Tumblr

Missing Scenes

Aftermath || Rating: Teen || Viktor just heard Yuuri say that katsudon was his eros, and after Yuuri runs out of the room, Viktor is free to show how he really feels about that. Expansion scene of Episode 3. || FFN

Not Giving In || Rating: Teen || As Yuri rides the train back to Fukuoka, he thinks about Viktor, his own loss to Katsuki Yuuri, and how it affects his future. || FFN

Now I Know || Rating: General || Pairing: Viktuuri (pre-relationship) || After Yuuri's comments announcing his theme on live television, Viktor has a lot of thinking to do. || Tags: Light Angst, Romance || FFN

The Right Direction || Rating: General || Pairing: Viktuuri (pre-relationship) || Yuuri and Viktor grow closer as Yuuri’s first Grand Prix of the season nears. || Tags: Romance, Angst || FFN

Shattered Glass || Rating: M || Pairing: Viktuuri || Yuuri, his family, and friends all react to The Kiss. Yuuri and Viktor must come to terms with it, as well. || Tags: Sexual Content, Angst, First Time, Angst and Fluff and Smut || FFN

The Color Green || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Viktuuri || Jealousy rears its head after Yuuri sees Viktor flirting with some fans as they prepare for the Rostelecom Cup. Meanwhile, Viktor also has something that he needs to discuss with Yuuri. || Tags: Fluff and Angst || FFN

Quiet Moments || Rating: General || Pairing: Viktuuri || Yuuri and Yurio have a run-in with a fan. When Yuuri gets back to his hotel, he has a moment of reflection. || Tags: Light Angst || FFN

Filling the Void || Rating: Explicit || Pairings: Viktuuri, Takeshi/Yuuko || Viktor and Yuuri have a loving, touching reunion at the airport. Afterward, Viktor has a proposition for him. Meanwhile, Yuuko and Takeshi do some spying. || Tags: Fluff, Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut || FFN

Complete In Your Arms || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Viktuuri || Viktor and Yuuri have some talking to do after the truth comes out about Yuuri not remembering the banquet. || Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Sexual Content || FFN

On Love and Separation || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Viktuuri || Viktor and Yuuri revel in the aftermath of the Grand Prix Final, but it is short-lived. Their decisions force them to separate as they both lead up to Nationals. They must learn to deal with the separation as they prepare for Nationals, where everyone has something to prove. || Tags: Sexual Content, Angst and Fluff and Smut || FFN

Otabek Altin Week 2018

It Wasn't Like That || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Otayuri || Otabek overhears Yuri on a phone call with his grandfather after Yuri snuck out to a club to see him. || Tags: Established Relationship, Yuri is 17 || Tumblr FFN

Heartbreak and Victory || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Otayuri || Yuri gets injured before the Olympics and can't compete, so Otabek competes for both of them. || Tags: Fluff, Light Angst || Tumblr FFN

The DJ And His Sexy Club Kitten || Pairing: Teen || Pairing: Otayuri || The club night mentioned in Day One. || Tags: Established Relationship, Light Dom/Sub || Tumblr FFN

The Other Shoe Drops || Info Above Under Cancer AU || Tumblr FFN

Permanent Remembrance || Rating: Teen | Pairing: Otayuri || Yuri keeps misplacing his engagement ring. As they go to buy their wedding rings, Otabek has an idea to change that. || Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship || Tumblr FFN

The Path Here || Rating: General || Pairing: Otayuri || Otabek and Yuri reminisce about the long path there on their wedding day. || Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship || Tumblr FFN

Birthday to Remember || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Otayuri || Yuri takes Otabek out for Halloween for his birthday. || Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship || Tumblr FFN

Want and Dare

You Know You Want It || Info Above Under Drabble Prompts || Tumblr

How Dare You || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Pliroy || jfrosty1983 asked: #26 the YOI pairing of your choice:) micro-story prompt = #26 - how dare [you]. Can be read as a stand-alone. || Tags: Rerefences to Cheating, Implied Masturbation

Yuri On Ice Omegaverse Week 2020

We'll See || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Pliroy || Yuri hates the idea of soulmates. Fate has other plans for him. || Tags: Fluff, Getting Together

A Wedding and a Stranger || Rating: Explicit || Pairing: Otayuri || Omega Prince Yuri gets married to Alpha Prince Otabek, whom he's never met. A wedding night ensues. || Tags: Smut, AU - Royalty

Mine || Rating: Teen || Pairing: Explicit || Otabek has to get possessive of his boyfriend when a stranger at a club messes with Yuri. || Tags: Protectiveness

[doyoulikethisanimeship]

Sara Crispino/Mila Babicheva (Yuri!!! on Ice)

Important: Please do not vote if you don't know the characters.

[isasapphicmess]

Charley x mila you will always be loved by me

[0dattebanya0]

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Just read a thing about how Otabek stabilizes Yuri. Now my head is cannoning that whenever spicy ice cat is particularly scoville, the Russian team auto calls Otabek to calm Yuri down. By now he's on speed dial. They do it so many times they just walk into Otabek's home rink one day and bodily haul him and his stuff to Russia because these phone bills don't pay themselves and last week Yuri actually went after someone with a skate blade when they were not properly sharpened.

Please, dear deity of whatever hell we are in, please just keep the spicy cat from homicide?

(You could do that by, idk, PUTING OUR SLOW BURN BETTING POOL OUT OF IT'S MISERY?!)

(Mila: Damn it, Georgi, he's not supposed to know about that.)

(But now that he does...)

(Victor! Don't push them. Let it happen.)

(Ah, my Yuuri! We must help love when ever we can! Think of how surprised Yurio will be!)

(Otabek on phone: ¿Help, I'm being kidnapped into an arranged marriage?)

(Yuri on phone: GOD DAMN IT VICTOR!)

(Mila: Shush, you love it.)

[baeshijima]

imagine ugly sobbing bc of ur writing haha couldnt be me el em ay oh hahaha

[anime-ships-all-good]

Mila Babicheva x Sara Crispino

Yuri!!! On Ice

[masterdisastre]

MilaSara for the second to last day!

[no-you-dont-see-me]

Anytime I scroll through Yuri Plisetsky fanfics (especially on wattpad) they all have a reader that's "the best female skater", is really talented at skating but too scared to compete, or originally can't skate but picks it up in a stupidly short time. Don't get me wrong, I still love these fanfics, but I can't get the idea out of my head of a reader that just sucks.

I need a Yuri Plisetsky x reader where the reader can't skate for the life of them. And it's not one of those inspiring "they get better over time" deals. They stay as bad if not get worse. Anytime they step on ice they faceplant.

Seeing this, Yurio gets oddly pissed. How could someone suck so bad? Someone (Mila or Victor maybe) bets him he can't teach you and, before he knows it, he's pulling his hair in frustration from trying to teach reader to skate and failing miserably.

Reader goes along with it, not because they particularly care about learning to skate, but because they think Yurio is fun to be around. (perhaps reader does art or something else creative and Yuri is like their muse? (or he just inspires them to do better at whatever it is they do))

Sooner or later, Yurio finds himself spending time with and talking to reader outside of practice sessions. That complete incompetence at skating he once found so infuriating soon becomes endearing. When you do something goofy he can't help but let out a melodious laugh and smile with the brightness of the lights iluminating the rink. When you fall over he checks on you and helps you up.

Eventually he voices his frustrations with not being able to help you. He feels guilty. When you tell him you never really cared about learning to skate and you only went along with things because of how passionate he seemed and because you enjoyed being around him. He blanks.

You still have your little 'practice sessions', but now they consist of Yurio gently holding you, supporting you ever so tenderly, and guiding the two of you around the ice.

Your first kiss is after he gets back from one of his competitions. He meets you at the rink for another one of your 'practices', but once the two of you get on the ice you kiss him. He loses his ballance out of surprise and falls, taking you with him. Instead of yelling, his laugh rings through the building like bells. It's his turn to kiss you, so hold still, okay?

[glassofspoiledmilk]

OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT THAT YOU WRITE FOR YURI ON ICE I AM LITERALLY STARVED OF CONTENT YOU ARE MY LORD AND SAVIOR I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Anyway if it isn't a bother I'd like to request a yuri plisetsky x reader who can't ice skate for the life of them. Like imagine him trying to get the reader on the ring but they are so scared they will literally gran onto anything there is just to not go on the centre of the ring. I'd like for it to be romantic. Thank your for your service for the yuri on ice fandom

Icebreaker

But I can’t help (falling) in love with you

Synopsis: Yuri is your boyfriend, and a famous figure skater, but you’ve never step foot on ice before.

Note: sorry it’s not perfect, trying to ease my way back into writing 😣

You’d probably assume that from all the times I’ve sat through Yuris practices and competitions that I’d pick up a thing or two about figure skating. Unfortunately, I haven’t.

Every time he’s asked me to go skating I’ve turned him down, partially because I’m afraid of making a fool of myself, and partially because I’m awful at it. The only time I’ve ever been on the ice was when I was two and I tried going on with sneakers and fell back and needed stitches. Not fun. But this time I couldn’t blow him off like usual.

“Hey Y/N, there’s an open skate this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to come since you said you were free” his text message read.

I stared at my phone, hoping either the message would change or I would come up with a miraculous excuse to not go.

But I had nothing, so I decided to finally give in.

“Sure…but fair warning I suck at skating” I message him back.

“You can’t be that bad, I’ve watched kids face-plant the second they get on the ice” he replies.

“I am those kids” I add.

“Don’t be dramatic I’m sure you’re fine, meet me at 12 on Saturday. I borrowed a pair of Milas old skates so you don’t have to use the shitty rentals” he sends.

“Wow, what a gentleman” I reply sarcastically.

“I think what you mean to say is thank you” he adds.

“Thank you Yuri” I text back, rolling my eyes.

“You’re welcome”

I shut off my phone and groan, rubbing my eyes slowly.

The unfortunate day came before I knew it.

I had completely forgotten about the date until I got a text from Yuri about it last night.

After accepting my fate I got up and changed into a somewhat comfortable yet flexible outfit, and a pair of sneakers.

I suddenly hear a ‘ding’ come from my phone.

It’s Yuri.

“Still on for today?”

“Yep” I replied reluctantly.

I walked outside and over to a local coffee shop, hoping that a little caffeine would help settle my nerves.

After grabbing my order I started on my way to the rink.

I sighed and opened the door.

I’m older now, it can’t be that bad right?

I walked inside and felt the cold air fill my lungs. I looked into one of the doors that led to the ice and saw a bunch of kids zooming around.

“Y/N?”

I whip my head around to see Yuri behind me.

“Oh hey, Yuri..you scared the crap out of me” I reply with a slight shake in my voice.

“I paid for our tickets and..”

He lifts up a pair of beat up skates.

“These are for you”

“Thanks” I take the pair and he opens the door for me.

We sit down on the hockey bleachers and I slip off my shoes.

I picked up the right skate and slid my foot in, which was harder than I thought it would be.

I picked up the two laces and tried to figure out how to tie them, but I kept making knots.

“Do you need help?” Yuri asks.

“Um….yea” I awkwardly admit.

He gets down on his knee and gently lifts my foot, resting it on his thigh.

In a few swift movements, I find my skates fully tied.

I smile, my cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment.

He stands up once more and holds out his hand.

“You ready?” He asks.

“I think..” I hesitate as I grab ahold of his hand.

“You’ll be fine..just try to keep your balance,” he says as he slowly walks me to the entrance of the rink.

He stepped onto the ice and gently pulled me on.

As soon as his hand moved I could feel my feet slipping from underneath me.

“Shit!” I say I feel myself start to fall back.

However, my fall is broken by Yuri's arm.

I exhaled a breath as I realized I was safe.

“Stay leaning forward, and bend your knees,” Yuri said as his arm snaked away from my waist.

“I got you” he softly whispers as he takes ahold of my hands.

I sigh and carefully move forward, slowly, but surely, getting the hang of it.

“Now that you can go forward, do you wanna go backward?” He asked with a devious grin.

“Oh nonono Yuri I don’t think I can do that I mean-“ I replied, but was cut off mid-sentence by Yuri skating behind me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“Yuri! I'm gonna fall!” I laugh as he gently guides me backwards.

“You’re fine, you’re such a baby” he laughs as he tucks his head into the crook of my neck.

I laugh with him.

As the skate came to an end, Yuri helped me off the rink and onto the bench.

“So what did you think?” He asks and he bends down to untie my skates.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” I said with a smile.

“I’m glad, and you did a lot better than most people do their first time” he adds.

“That’s all thanks to you” I chuckle and he slips both skates off my feet.

“What would you ever do without me?” He chuckles as I lean down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead.

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*instantly smacks it with the stamp* CANNON!

Mila: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Yurio, turning to Victor: How tall are you?

[puppyminie]

Stuff about me

Hello~~ My name is Puppyminie but you can call me Minie! I’m a 04’ and I work at a nursing home as an SNTA.

I love video games,kpop, and Anime! Here are my Favorites and my kpop biases, who I main, and my favorite anime and characters !!!

Video Games

Slime Racher

Among Us

Overwatch

Sombra

Widowmaker

Ana

Wrecking Ball

Mercy

Tracer

Winston

Genji

Hanzo

Kiriko

D.va

Legend Of Zelda

Kirby

K-pop Boy Groups

Stray Kids

OT8 but leans towards Changbin & Seungmin

Bts

JHope

Ateez

San

Big Bang

T.O.P

Mirae

Dongpyo

Khael

Xdinary Heros

OT6

iKon

Bobby

Astro

MJ

Moonbin

Eunwoo

The Boyz

Eric

Kevin

Hyunjae

BTOB

OT6 (7)

P1Harmony

Soul

Kehoo

NCT 127

Haechan

Johnny

Mark

Yuta

GOT7

Bambam

Jackson Wang

Youngjae

TXT

Hyuka

K-pop Girl Groups

Twice

OT9

Ke1per

Hikaru

NMIXX

Lily

Sullyoon

Blackpink

Rosé

ITZY

YEJI

Yuna

(G)-Idle

Minnie

MAMAMOO

OT4🙇‍♀️

2NE1

Sandara

Anime

One Piece

ACE

MARCO

SHANKS

ACE

Thatch

Luffy

Sanji

Zoro

Mihawk

Kid

Garp

Whitebeard

Gold Roger

Kuzan

Aokiji

Law

Sabo

Crocodile

Doflamingo

Naruto

MADARA

TOBIRAMA

INDRA

Kakashi

Sasuke

Izuna

Obito

Hidan

Kakazu

Kisame

Zabuza

Gaara

Sasori

Orochimaru (I know)

Bleach

COYOTTE STARKK

SHINJI HIRAKO

Ichigo

Renji

Byakuya

Ukitake

Kyoraku

Aizen

Gin

Grimmjow

Kensei

Rose

Urahara

Zangetsu(I know he’s a zanpakuto but hear me out)

Blue exorcist

AMAIMON

MEPHISTO

Rin

Yukio

Bon

Fire Force

BENIMARU

Koro

Shinra

Jujutsu Kaisen

TOJI

INUMAKI

SUKUNA

Gojo

Nanami

Megumi

Yuji Itadori

FMA

None

Inuyasha

None

Haikyuu

SAKUSA

USHIJIMA

Atsumu

Osamu

Hinata

Kageyama

Tendou

Oikawa

Tsukishima

Semi

Bokuto

Kuroo

Kenma

Yaku

Suna

Kita

Kuroko no Basuke

MURASAKIBARA

HANAMIYA

NASH GOLD JR

Kuroko

Kagami

Aomine

Akashi

Midorma

Kise

Demon Slayer

Muzan

Tokyo Ghoul

Tsukiyama

Uta

Disastrous life of Saiki K

Saiki K

Attack On Titan

LEVI

Eren

Zeke

Porco

Reiner

Erwin

Jean

Kenny

Armin

Fairy tail

Sting

Rogue

Laxus

Natsu

Freed

Lucy

Gray

Bixslow

Cobra

Midnight

Ouran Highschool host Club

Mori

Kyoya

Hitachii Twins

Hunter x Hunter

HISOKA

CHROLLO

GING(I have daddy issues 😐)

KITE

FEITAN

PARIS

Illumi

Shalnark

Uvogin

Phinks

Yuri on Ice!!!

Victor

Mila

Yuuri

Yurio

Phichit

Black Butler

UNDERTAKER

Sebastian

Grell

My Hero Academia

Bakugo

Todoroki

Aizawa

Shigaraki

Dabi

Chisaki

Fatgum

Amajiki

Death Note

L

Light

Hellsing

Alucard

Kakugurui

Soul Eater

Death the Kid

Lord Death(I need therapy)

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai

Chuuya

Kunikida



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Aside from a small hiccup of the wind deciding no one's hair would go unruffled, gail forces trying bodily to check the weights used to hold down the chairs, and the triplets having to be kept from the cake via one spectacular flying tackle by their father, most of the wedding went well.

Victor was indeed confused when presented with the change in his groomsman, but seeing Christophe standing there, trying to shove on a priest's collar made from strips of score paper made him laugh so much he quickly regained his humor. Yuuri walked down with the same bafflement as Victor. His brown eyes darted from Christophe at the center back of the platform, taping his makeshift clerical marker in place, to Yuri who was trying to seem like nothing was at all out of place by looking staunchly forward, cheeks bright pink. Yuuri quickly forgot all about outside things when Victor took his arm, walking him up the short dias, hands careful, touching gently as if he were made of silk. That didn’t stop him from cheekily slipping his long fingers up Yuuri’s cuffs to tantalize his wrists. After that, all their attention was for each other, and those gathered for them.

When it was done, to a chromatic display of bubbles and flower petals, Yuuri and Victor got in the classic car with its balloons and ribbons trailing off the end, driving off, allowing the core group of planners and helpers to break down the wedding aria, pop up a few quick pavilions, and set up the reception. Yuri stood at the road edge, watching for them to return. It was two hours before they rolled around the bend causing the blond to race towards the crowd, waving his hands in warning.

Otabek turned his eyes towards the drive, timed it, and pushed play. A slow well of welcoming fanfare began to rise, encouraging the couple to come to the event they had no chance of escaping. At this point Phichit would probably unleash a horde of hamsters to tie them up and drag them to the reception in true good-guy-pushed-to-far style. Otabek heard JJ's voice cry out 'Hamster Style' in his head and suppressed a chuckle.

As everyone was greeted and fed, watered and mingled, Otabek stayed with the equipment, adjusting volume to a bare whisper and watching the mood of the crowd, changing, skipping, and rearranging tracks as needed to keep the party upbeat as requested. During the speeches he got a solid forty minutes to eat, take care of things that couldn't wait, and queue up the song for the couples dance. Watching Victor lead Yuuri about the floor was one of those moments you never quite forgot. The dips and spins were graceful, the lift simple, and the smiles full of joy, love, and wonder. All in all it was the stuff of home movies. Silently, he was glad his phone was in the onsen. He wasn't much for SMS, but Yuri insisted, meaning the video snips and photos from the wedding that would flood the internet, 'breaking it' as Yuri would say, would cause a barrage of dings and vibrations that would wreak havoc with his attention.

The cake cutting was only complicated by the triplets trying to hoard slices at a far table for what could only be considered nefarious reasons. Whatever they were, it was bound to end in sleep deprived parents dealing with massive sugar crashes and a case of bribery. Tables were cleared, the floor opened, and the music gently swelled. No busted eardrums here. It didn't take long for drinking to loosen steps, attitudes, and several belts. Otabek saw it all from the turn tables, though there were a few things he would rather have missed. Mila tried to get him to play something not on his list, threatening to kiss him and stuff thousand Yen notes down his shirt if he did, was something he could have done without. Fortunately Georgi got to her before Yuri did. He did not know how much wine she'd drank, but felt secure that if Mari switched her to water, it was a significant amount.

Yuri paced the setup for a few, seemingly to make sure no one tried to crowd the rig again. ‘He worked hard on that,’ he heard the blond grouse. Eventually he caught the triplets trying to sneak the cake topper, cheese cubes, and what looked like an entire tray of some meat dish towards the shore for who knew what reason, snatching up balloons as they ran. Yuri chased them for a while, giving up when they threatened to climb into the honeymoon car with sticky hands. They had to deal with Yuko at that point, and while Otabek could see them being dragged off by their parents, he couldn't quite make out anything but flailing limbs. Yuri got the topper back to Christophe who stuck it back in place before the couple noticed.

And then people began to float away, heading back to B&Bs, slipping off to do their own thing, well wishes and cheerful blessings being rained down in glowing waves of happiness. Otabek began to fade out the music from the dance floor, dropping the beat based songs, letting them fade into romantic sets that calmed the racing blood. Some were not ready to go. This happened every time, club or not. Seeing Phichit send off the happy couple by driving them himself, neither Victor nor Yuuri being sober enough to manage the front set, Otabek caught Christophe's eye. Without a word, he slid forward a zip drive. Three hours of 'at the club' mixes waited for the after party. The man's cheeky smile and sauntering walk meant in less than thirty he'd have that stripper pole out, set, and ready for a late night of conveniently selected memory gaps. The onsen was going to get a reputation.

An hour later, Otabek was done. Everyone had either gone or were inside the main room of the onsen, drinking, playing with the pole, or doing other things. It meant he could rest. Stepping down, he began to systematically take apart the rig, boxing it up in protective casing. Most of the party things would be taken down tomorrow, he knew, but the DJ kit was far too precious to leave to chance. He was half way into cord winding when a pale hand disconnected a plug from the extension. Yuri sniffed, his 'pretend I am tough' pout in place. "Thanks," Otabek said quietly.

"S'nufin." The mutter was quiet, unusually so.

"What's wrong?"

Yuri shrugged as he unplugged another cord, winding its length. "N'ufin. I'm fine. It's stupid."

Zipping the tie, Otabek put the cord in its box, then turned his whole body towards the blond.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing." Otabek waited. Yuri began to scowl. Otabek waited. Yuri began to growl. Otabek waited. Yuri dropped the cord, swinging himself about to face his best friend. "Why are you staring, ass?"

"Wrong angle. Why are you upset?"

Yuri blinked, then shook his head. "Nothing. It's stupid. Doesn't matter."

"It's enough for you to make that face."

"I'm not making a face!" But he could feel it, the frown. It was pulling at his temples, tensing his neck. When he saw that steady gaze, head tilt thing Beka did, Yuri growled. "Fine! I'm making that face!" Huffing, hands thrown wide, he stomped as hard as he could and was rewarded with a satisfying thump. "You were busy all day. I didn't get to hang out with you. I'm upset, okay?"

"I was asked to run the music. You know this."

"Yeah, well... I had to spend the night watching Mila try to make out with three different guys, not including her trying to feel you up,” he growled, “none of which she brought with her. Georgi bemoaned his love life on my shoulder for half an hour, going on about seizing chances or whatever, before I got saved from him. Everyone had a great time, but you were working. Doesn't seem fair."

"I didn't have to deal with the triplets."

"You also didn't have to deal with the slobber monsters trying to kiss your cheeks and calling you son all night long. I swear I was about to turn this into a funeral."

"I saw Madame Baranovskaya extract you from them after a minute."

"Still, it was gross."

"Ah. And what else happened to get you riled up?"

"I am not riled up! I am a justifiable inferno of incandescent rage!"

"Incandescent? That's a new level."

"I know, right! I'm incandescent!"

Otabek smiled. Incandescent. He wouldn't use it the same way Yuri did, but it wasn't wrong. "I don't think I can make you less candescent. What can I do to sooth your totally justifiable rage?"

Yuri snorted, delighted to have his rage acknowledged as valid. All his moods were valid, and the sooner everyone realized it, the less likely he'd be in jail for murder before he won the Olympics. "Dance with me. Everyone else got to. You didn't. And I know you won't if I don't make you. Pitchit said it was a wedding rule. Everyone has to dance. So, now it's your turn."

"Yuri..."

"Yeah, yeah. You don't dance," Yuri sighed, turning away. Otabek watched him as he reached for another cord. Then he smiled just a little more than his mouth was used to. Pushing his lips into a stoic expression, looked over the landscape to assure himself everyone was inside the onsen before pressing a button on his lap top. Adjusting the volume down, he grabbed Yuri's wrist, leading him to the abandoned dance floor.

"What the hell, Beka!" Yuri's protest was cut short as his best friend pulled him into the standard start position for any ballroom dance.

"You asked." 

Yuri blinked, and then he grinned. "Okay, Beka... show me what you got."

"You sure?" Yuri rolled his eyes so hard he felt the strain. Otabek shrugged as the music began, yanking Yuri into a spin and slid him along the floor in a twirl that left the blond dizzy. Trying to recover, Yuri's eyes twinkled as he grinned at the challenge. "Keep up," was all the warning his ballet-doing ass got.

Yanked in close, Yuri felt his feet being activated as his hips were swayed, guided by the warm hand pressed to the small of his back. His torso a mere inch away from the heat of the man before him, synchronized movements with a steady to and from, he felt like he was graduating from the high school slow dance to something more. They moved in agonizingly precise steps as Otabek took his technical perfection from the ice to the dance floor, leaving Yuri floundering. He'd not learned this kind of dance, and didn't know how to follow. It didn't matter. Otabek managed to adjust every misstep to make up for Yuri's lack of skill. No matter how the blond struggled, Otabek adjusted, curved it into something smooth. He added a twist or a turn to correct, spinning, sliding Yuri along the floor, his leg slipping under Yuri's to silently perfect and change while leaving the whole thing far more graceful than Yuri had ever seen him before. All the while he never broke eye contact.

Just as he was getting used to the variations Otabek changed it up again, smoothly slipping his grip to the left, his turns counter point as he dropped Yuri into a dip so low the blond could feel his back bend more than when he did the Bellmann. The world was upside down, warm breath pulsing through his torso as he twisted into a spin out, pulled roughly back in by the never breaking clasp of hands. Each of his steps were drawn out, pulled into a long stride as the unheard tempo changed, his shoulders kept firmly parallel with the floor. Even as Yuri was twisted about to slide along Otabek's well muscled back, slipped into a half drop and left to linger as the dark eyes caught his again, he felt the power of the movements, the steadiness of the hands holding him. Otabek's leg sliding under Yuri's, forcing them straight as he used his own strength to turn the blond in a perfectly synced full circle, their lifted arms twisted, snaking together while the other strong limb circled his waist with ease.

Suddenly Yuri felt it, the unspoken communication between two people speaking with their bodies. Otabek provided a strong frame and Yuri followed, matching his body weight and balance, twisting about his dark counterpart with all his well trained grace, every new element becoming a second calling as Otabek adjusted, unjudging and unrepentant in his resolve. Pulled into a quick step, bodies turning in different directions, Yuri found himself slowly stepping into slides, unable to stop his foot from automatically pointing as he was guided to move from one side into two quick steps back and forward. The unique rhythm was easy to catch, which should have warned him. The undemanding, evocative movements began to travel up his spine, shaking his muscles as it rose, fell, stretched and swept across the dance floor. It felt romantic, assuredly passionate, and yet Otabek made it fun.

Then something broke. He began to be pulled along, letting his feet drag as one arm wrapped about Otabek's neck. The older man pulled Yuri's languid form along the floor as he pressed into the heat, eyes smoldering. A sudden twist and yank caused Yuri to whip left and right before his leg bent upward as Otabek spun him again, circling him as he pirouetted, stopping him by stepping into it, leaving Yuri's leg wrapped about his waist, back pressed firmly to chest. The slide of a powerful leg sent them slowly toward the floor, steadied by the bend of an opposing knee. And yet Yuri couldn't break eye contact. No one was there to see this secret dance between the two young people, to see the intuition that guided them, strengthening a deeper connection. Yuri could feel it in his pulse, the way it seemed to shudder and gasp causing his breath to hitch, cheeks to flush - not the steps and strain of his feet. He didn't know the song Otabek had played, the sound classically modern, distinctive and new, but when it ended, he strained until he could imagine the stanzas, the refrain continuing. In his head the symphonic and metallic, sharply contemporary and refined. A brilliant edge of electric frisson coursed through Yuri as he felt himself give way to a greater pull. Lifted back onto his feet, he turned, grabbed Otabek's waist and pulled him backwards, using the steps he'd picked up on to lead a turn of his own. Just as he thought he had control, Otabek spun with a twist that pulled Yuri into a press against his heated form, then dropped him along his arm before flipping him up into the air. Turning his own body into a spin as he caught him, Otabek added torque to the motion until it slowed to a heart stopping dip, their noses almost touching, breaths mingling in panted heat.

Then Yuri was standing in the center of the floor, and Otabek was by the rig, winding up cords. The clicking of the kit’s case told him Beka was getting ready to haul it inside. A sound like a startled walrus left Yuri as he charged Otabek, latching onto his back with all his might. Otabek looked over his shoulder at the blond, a hand resting on one exposed ankle as Yuri's legs threatened to break ribs, arms close to choking him out with how tight Yuri was holding on.

"Oh My Gawd, Beka! How long have you been able to do that?!"

"Yuri..." Otabek dropped to a half crouch and bounced up, resetting the blond so he could breathe properly.

"How long!" Yuri persisted, shaking himself back and forth, heedless of the dangers of toppling.

"I had to do something other than ballet. I did ballroom instead."

"What other skills have you been hiding?! Tell me!"

"I should tell you everything I keep up my sleeve? How will I remain competitive?"

Yuri pouted, pulling himself forward to glare. "You should tell me everything."

"You want all my secrets?"

"Yes! Tell me how to do that! How do I do that on ice? If you did that on ice you'd smash stupid JJ's face!"

"Those are double moves, Yuri. They are not single dances."

Yuri seemed to consider, giving Otabek enough time to bend, catching the handle of the kit case. Standing again, Yuri refusing to be dislodged by mere gravity, he grudgingly conceded as he adjusted his grip. "Okay, but can any of it be translated to ice?"

"I do that all the time."

"You have to show me! I need to kick JJs ass! You need to kick JJs ass! How do you have all that and JJ keeps existing!"

Otabek allowed himself a small smile before the light of the onsen showed him people clearly. His face became a mask of calm, voice lowered to keep attention away from the pair. He did not want to be 'driven' to take Yuri to another dance contest. With the strip pole. Turning sharply to the side of the building, Otabek made for the side entrance. "One day he won't be on the ice to compete with you any more. You may miss him then."

"Never!" came Yuri's scandalized reply.

While he walked, pace slowed by the weight of the case and balancing the slowly slumping body of Yuri as he began to fall asleep, Otabek felt steady breaths along the cord of his neck. The warmth of being close, the excitement and stress of the day, and exuberant dance took its toll on the blond’s small frame. When Otabek finally made it to their room, setting the kit down, he nudged Yuri. "Bed?"

"Mumm нет! Not yet."

As Yuri adjusted his grip, Otabek reached for a book and his reading glasses, then made his way outside. By the time he was in a spot close enough to hear the music, yet far enough to let Yuri fall further into sleep, he felt the night settle into his skin. Sitting in the sand, he looked over his shoulder. Yuri's viridian eyes were barely opened. A small smile bent his lips. "I had fun," he whispered into Otabek's neck. "But don't tell them. They'll gloat about it," he sighed.

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Anything for you, Yuri."

"Good." Yuri's arms went slack with sleep leaving Otabek to catch him with a quick twist of his back and arms. Dragging the pale body along his side, he let Yuri curl up like a cat, half in his lap to rest. Carding his fingers through golden locks, he opened his book.

A chapter and a half later his head snapped up. Turning he saw Christophe standing behind him with a set of stilettos in hand, the red leather highly polished and strappy. "So tell me," the Swiss said with a purr, "How did you know about the officiant?"

"I heard Mrs. Katsuki mention it. You used my rig to print your certificate."

"I did. You made good points, but just in case, you understand." Christophe shrugged, his smile assessing. Otabek gave no reaction, leaving him to carry on. "Sarah was right, about it being easily done online. I only needed to complete a short course and pay a fee. It took fifteen minutes."

"Ah."

"And the after party mix? How did you find time?"

"It was not as hard as blending the Chicken Dance into Tentomucshi no Sanba. I have no idea how that combo slipped past Leo."

Christophe smiled. "It was unique, but it did make the floor dance." Otabek shrugged. "Now, about this," the older man said motioning to the sleeping blond in the Kazakh's lap. Otabek's dark stair didn't flinch. "Do I need to have the talk?"

"Which one?"

"Harm and funerals."

"Consider it given."

"Good," Christophe smiled, rising up with a twist of his hips. "It's a killer mix. I won't be giving the drive back."

Otabek shrugged, turning back to his book. Once Christophe was firmly back inside, Yuri peered up from the brunette’s thighs. "What was that about?"

"Liability clauses included in standard terms and conditions exclusive to several lifetimes, guaranteed." Yuri squinted, a confused pout wrinkling his nose. "Nothing's wrong, Yuri. Want to go inside where it's warm?"

"Yeah. The sand is creeping into my shirt. It itches."

"Alright." Yuri refused to walk by himself. Not when he could cling to Otabek like a backpack. Yuri was slowly becoming aware of the base in the music, mischief calling to him. Peeking over Otabek's shoulder, he saw the stilettos, heard the cheers, his eyes becoming wide as he turned to find his phone. Blackmail! A few quick snaps were all he got before he was taken down the hall, into their shared room. Realizing he had just enough energy to change out of his suit and curl into his favorite living heater, Yuri began falling asleep again, the steady stroking of his hair lulling him deeper into calm. The blond staunchly refused to admit the others might have a point with the whole 'kitten' thing. He might be small, but he was mighty! Otabek got that. He understood. Yuri was a Tiger, damn it! Tigers were cats! Big predatory *stretch* cats with cool stripes and very pointy teeth! He was *yawn* an Ice Tiger! Because he was so good on ice, and also so cool!  A cool ... sleepy ... tiger with his own personal heat source…

Pale arms wrapped tighter about Otabek's waist, face pressed into his midsection, a faint purr rumbling from the blond's unknowing lips. Otabek sat reading a few more chapters, his lips tilted in a secret smile as Yuri slept.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14

[tutti-writes]

Is the fandom still here?

Hi! It’s been awhile and a lot of stuff (therapy) has happened. 

Is the Yuri on ice fandom still here?

[victorian-platence]

As the months creep into each other, Yuri starts letting you out of his sight more often. Not without watching you closely with SSS equipment unlawfully focused on you, but he just can't keep watching you waste away just in case you try sonething dangerous. At this point, if you decide to embark in treasonous business he will just make sure to stop you himself and do away with the evidence.

There's no particular reason for that.

You start dancing lessons because you miss dancing. You don't much like ostanian dances but you like your dance teacher. You tell Yuri all about how pretty she is, how strong her hands are when she guides you. Yuri sort of wants to have a little less than kind chat with her. But he doesn't. Partly due to a lack of opportunity and partly because you would go back to wasting away if he ruined this for you. He can't bring himself to.

Yuri also starts babysitting his niece more often. At first he keeps telling you about how she is the dumbest kid in the world. Then, slowly, he starts comparing her to Yor when she was a kid, and starts having short bursts of tenderness towards the kid. By the time he notices, he is already bringing her cookies and complaining about (but still watching) the spy propaganda she calls her favourite show. You want to meet the kid. Because she looks adorable in pictures and because you know she drives Yuri crazy and you want to high five her, befriend her maybe, plot against Yuri...

In any case, one unremarkable day, Yuri asks you about home.

He says "How was it? Your home I mean" you give a sigh, assaulted by a thousand memories of sunny days, cracked veredas, dirty streets and clean streets and trees lining all the sidewalks. You think about tilos, pines and jacarandás, lilac and magestic. You think about beaches and mountain lakes, you think about cumbias, reggaetons, traps, ballenatos, bachatas and you think about La gozadera. It tugs a teary smile out of you. There is so much you love and hate about home. You love the people, you hate the people, you despise the goverment, you love the biomes, you hate the sexist boys of when you were growing up, you love the women who enpowered you to want better, god, you miss the food.

"It was beautiful. The skies were always blue, except when it rained, obviously, but here it's almost always rainy or cloudy. Back home the skies were azure and spring smelt like life. I remember it better before the dictatorship. We used to go out clubbing with my friends, not that often cause we were all broke, but we would drink vodka and twerk all night, and go home clutching our keys between our fingers. We stopped going to parties when the dictatorship started. There were still a few, you know, but it became too risky."

"What's twerking?" You blush and give a little high pitched laugh.

"Uh, haha, its a sort of dance. You probably wouldn't like it. Reminds me of my best friend, she was the best dancer and the best friend I could ask for, she was really good at belly dancing, she tried to teach me but I never got past the basics. I hope she still sneaks around to parties, she always tried to get me to go with her, but I never dared. I'd do anything to have gone at least once, to listen to her screaming at me to divorce the movement of my hips from my torso. Did you know she's the one who taught me how to make coffee with spices? I feel so lost without her," you hang your head, spread the palm of your hand over your face. "she was bit like my mum." Yuri doesn't know what to say, so he goes for the first thing he picks out from your diatrive.

"I thought you didn't get along with your mum."

"We were complicated I guess. My mum grew up in the dictatorship before mine. She was obsessed with being descreet, with being so thin she'd disappear in the shadows, so perfect no one would question her. She tried to make me like that, partly because I never thought I would live through what she lived throuh but I don't think anyone could iron me straight. And by god she tried. My mum and my best friend, they were both obsessed with cleaning and perfect things. But my friend understood that I would never be perfect and still loved me. My mum, she could never accept me, but that's okay, because she would call me her 'bebita', her tiny big bebita and she would hug me very close when I cried. I wish I had told her something like 'te quiero mucho, mamita' the last time I went out her door. She must be so heartbroken to have lost yet another part of the family. " Yuri ponders about the families he has separated in the same way yours has been.

Finally he just says:

"I never really knew my parents. My sister raised me and she worked herself bloody at butchery to keep me fed and clothed and if I somehow found myself somewhere where I knew she didn't exist, I think I too would be heartbroken."

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm alive. Do you?" And Yuri thinks you are. You are the most alive thing in his house. You scream, you sing and cry and laugh and gather cats like a cat siren and you make so much noise it's impossible to confuse you for anything other than a living, breathing being.

"You are."

"I didn't mean me."

"Then, sometimes, I guess."

Yuri feels human when you get into this conersations.

"Yuri, I want to go out." You say, and your eyes say please, don't keep me prisoner. Yuri doesn't stand a chance.

"Get changed, I didn't want to cook anyways."

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[tigersandheroes]

Figure Skaters Read Thirst Tweets Bonus #3

The other skaters try to get a rise out of Otabek by sending him more thirst tweets. Looks likes they’re getting more of a rise out of Yuri than Otabek.