#phichit on the case

[neutronice]

Phichit on the Case! a Secret Santa story for @viktuuriwriter17!

Summary: Phichit was used to his Instagram photos getting likes. He lived for it! Then one day, v_nikiforov started to like photos. One after another. And there was a single thing that connected all of those photos: Yuuri Katsuki. So why was Victor Nikiforov liking all these photos, when Yuuri insisted that the two had not talked at all at the Grand Prix Final? Well, Phichit always did love a good mystery, and would get to the bottom of this!

For this year’s @yurionice-secretsanta, I was given the wonderful @viktuuriwriter17 as my SS! I hope that you enjoy this little Phichit themed slightly canon divergent story, in which Phichit is the first to ship Viktuuri!

[moonlightseve]

The phone cases of the skaters in YoI most often reflect something they care about, as we see with Yuuri’s poodle case and Phichit’s hamster one.

Viktor’s phone case is his Stammi Vicino outfit.

Because that routine is so recent, we know his phone case is relatively new. And from the images of him at the Sochi banquet, we know his phone case at that point was bright yellow. This means that Viktor ordered a phone case that represented Stammi Vicino — a routine that was important enough that he wanted to carry around a piece of it with him everyday.

Stammi Vicino is about longing for that life and love Viktor hasn’t had. It’s about his own loneliness and his frustration with his situation. At what point do you think he ordered that phone case? When did he decide that he needed a memento from it even once he had moved on to a new season? He didn’t have enough time to get a new case after seeing the video of Yuuri, so it had to be a choice he made based on his own interpretation of the routine. We even see him watching Yuuri’s video on a phone already bearing the case.

I like to think he got it after the Sochi GPF. After he had a wild, champagne-coated night, and realized that there were more important things than medaling at competition after competition. Stammi Vicino may have been something he skated, but it was about his life outside of skating — a phone case that connects his career with his feelings about his future would be the perfect ever-present reminder to begin making a life outside of the ice rink.

[harocat]

Title: Don't Stop Me Now ('cause I'm having a good time) Rating: T, no archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Beijing 2022 Winter Olympics, Katsuki Yuuri wins gold, romance, fluff, post-canon, married Victuuri Relationships/Characters: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont Summary: Yuuri Katsuki had been to three Olympic games now. In Sochi, he’d watched Victor Nikiforov take gold, while he finished an (in his opinion) underwhelming eighth. In Pyeongchang, Victor Nikiforov had watched him take gold; as his coach, as his husband. Now, in Beijing, he was surely at his last Olympics. He was twenty-nine, older than all but a couple of his competitors, and if it weren’t for sheer will, he’d probably have retired by now. Most expected he would.

But he was Yuuri Katsuki, and he’d made a career, since that fateful spring day Victor Nikiforov had come to coach him, of surpassing expectations; of being full of surprises. He came in as the reigning world champion; he’d been the reigning world champion since 2017. As had been the case for years, all eyes were on him.

Written for @opalescentlesbiian for the @yuri-on-ice-action event!!! You really gave me a prompt that was right up my alley. 😆

[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.

[the-nerdiest-insanity]

Unfinished Friday: Eloping

This one has been around since October of 2021, but I have most of it planned out.

This one's a Yuri On Ice fic about how I think Yuri and Victor would get married... the first time...

So what if it takes Yuri a while to finally get a gold medal (not like a year, but also not like the immediate next competition, or like the Japanese Nationals don't count or something (nationals don't count because 1. he's basically competing against himself since no one else is at his level currently so Yurio calls bs and 2. the boys have no family there since no other skaters are there in person, practicing, or at their own nationals, and the Katsuki’s have to stay behind and run the inn) (he's also not like losing horribly at the other competitions, but like getting silver or bronze)) and so the boys, mostly Victor, are getting restless about getting married. 

So they make a deal/plan: after Yuri's next gold, they'll elope. They'll have a real wedding later with their whole family and friends, but just to officially have each other, they'll elope with just a few people from the competition as witnesses. 

And Victor takes this to heart, looking up places they can get married at each competition beforehand, just in case. 

When it actually does happen, Victor gets off the podium with Yuri and is like, okay, let's go, I have the place in the GPS.

And Yuri, being sensible, is like, "No, we have interviews as the first and second-place winners, and reports/journalists will track us down if we escape now. Not to mention, Yakov will have your head."

Victor complains but agrees until after the banquet.

(Insert fluff of them getting ready and being giddy)

The first half of the banquet they are glued to each other and constantly checking the time. They're barely present while talking to others in the room.

At about halfway, they call it and head back to their room, telling their people to meet them at their room in a few minutes to group up before heading out to the place.

Chris, Phichit, and Yurio come to their door between 5-10 minutes later. (Chris and Phichit are their "best men" this time around, with Yurio and Mari going to be it for the actual one) ((Okay, or Yurio could be it for both, and Phichit is filling in since Mari couldn't make it/they didn't wanna tell the parents about eloping. And then Chris could be ordained, because why not, it's Chris, and he's the one performing everything))

Obviously, the boys are all already dressed since they had to be for the banquet, so they split up the vehicles (harder for paparazzi to follow them) and head for the wedding venue.

It'll be a little chaotic but cute.

Tears get shed all around, even if not everyone admits it.

This is one of my favorite fic ideas, but I just haven't been able to get any motivation to write it. I would give my firstborn to see someone write this. Just Yuri and Victor being stupidly in love while forcing everyone else to be a part of it.

[rikeijo]

Today’s translation #730

Animestyle 2017/05, Staff's round-table discussion

Part 31.

Ito: Speaking about Yuuri, one person from Production Advancement team was a huge fan of him and was putting in a lot of effort to make Yuuri's scenes look good, by circulating those scenes among animators.

Shishido: Yeah, without consulting anyone, right?

Abiko: That's why those scenes looked better and better with each episode.

Tatenaka: So persistent. The same thing happened in case of Phichit's second FS - they brought those scenes to me, saying: 'Tatenaka-san, I want this to look a bit better, so could you please correct it?'

Abiko: Yeah, you can really feel the strong affection they have for those characters.

Shishido: The young production staff members did a very good job.

Hiramatsu: What's really amazing is that for me, someone with 30 years of experience in the industry, this job was the toughest I've ever experienced, but the new recruits all did their job and nobody run away. I haven't known them before, so maybe they were just very capable people, but probably that's not the only factor.

Tatenaka: Yeah, in terms of how tough it was, it was a one huge step ahead of every other job that I had.

Ito: Yeah, it really was.

[Notes: Back again to the running theme of this conversation... One and a half pages left to translate, and oh boy, isn't that a long interview... I've just noticed, I've been translating it for a month now 😂>

[alexseanchai]

Phichit's known interests are social media, esp photography, and running an ice show, so I'd figure him for getting whichever art degree gives him the best background for running an ice show, which is probably theater with a focus on the business management and technical aspects, and probably as many photography and videography courses as fit in that degree plan

unless the requirements of the theater degree conflict with the demands of his career, like, if the degree needs him to be part of the technical crew for productions that overlap with competitions, one of those has to bend

though in that case he might simply not pursue any degree until he's retired from competition, or (less fun) he might pursue a business degree that he can do entirely distance learning, bc that's much easier to work around competition schedule

which is approximately what Yuuri must have done, since his JSF website bio gives his university as Kii Gakuin University and that's a geographical enough name to pin it to a particular region of Japan, and therefore there's no way he spent more than several weeks total of his time in university in the same country as the main campus

except Yuuri can't have gotten a business degree, Mari wouldn't be wondering what he would do with his degree if his degree had any obvious relation to running the onsen, Yuuri has to have done something art or possibly athletics related, possibly collaboratively with a university campus in or very near Detroit

Viktor I think ditched compulsory education at his earliest legal opportunity, but that'd be when he was like sixteen, right? canon is set ten years later, and by then I suspect him of being at least most of the way toward a degree in at least one of business, sports management, or (given the sheer volume of books we see in his apartment in the Blu-ray visuals) literature

and either the degree is from an institution based in St. Petersburg or, and the later he started on it the likelier I think this is, he also did distance learning (possibly still from an institution based in St. Petersburg), specifically in order to avoid having to ever set foot in a classroom while potentially recognizable as The Viktor Nikiforov

and if he was studying in person then I figure he completed the degree before canon, otherwise he had to take a hiatus from that too to go coach Yuuri, but if he was doing distance learning then that's not a concern

and he has to have either completed the degree before the end of canon or taken time off from that, there's not really enough hours in the day for him to both coach and compete as it is

[just-astri]

And now our protagonist, Skater Kaedehara Kazuha <3

(Taking the role of Yuuri Katsuki)

And some close ups!

Some story bits and fun facts about kazuha!

His performance costume is based off of 3 of Yuzuru Hanyu's outfits he actually wore!

(In case you cant read the text) Kazuha is 23 and his home rink is in Líyuè and his birthday is October 29. He is described as 'an underdog in the ranks and a champion in the rinks. Under his coach's guidance, he'll prove himself worthy of a gold medal!'

Kazuha's former coach is Ayato (as Celestino Cialdini) and learned ballet from his adopted mother, Ningguang (Minako)

His (former) Rinkmates in Inazuma are namely: Gorou (Phichit), Ayaka and Yoimiya whereas Kokomi was Ayaka and Yoimiya's coach most of the time

His rinkmates in Líyuè are: Xinyan, Xiao, Yunjin, Keqing and Ganyu

Kazuha mostly skates with Gorou in Inazuma and with Xinyan and Xiao in Líyuè

Kazuha has competed multiple times before in competition with both Xiao and Gorou.

In the most recent Teyvat Grand Prix Finals series, Kazuha competed against Xiao and Gorou. Gorou finished in 6th place, Xiao who was unable to make the finals and Kazuha taking his spot in 2nd place.

Kazuha started skating at the age of 5 before his parents died two years later. After their passing, Kazuha was brought to an orphanage and was adopted by Ningguang and Beidou. When he turned 18, he returned to Inazuma and was coached by Ayato, before being coached by Heizou a few years later.

Heizou had previously wore Kazuha's current performance costume during his debut in the senior division, with only a few alterations to suit Kazuha's measurements (and an addition of a maple leaf)

Kazuha's eyeliner is a gift from Xiao as a welcome gift

[jewishvitya]

My genuine opinion about the butts in YOI:

First place is Yuuri. He just has the best ass, I don't care.

Then Viktor and Chris are tied.

Then I have no idea, the animation is way too inconsistent to decide.

Tess made a case for Phichit to take third place ("Mr Peach himself"), and I think Seung Gil deserves a relatively high spot too.

[capsensislagamoprh]

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

[faewild-moonchild]

Phichit totally has a huge collection of phone cases that he changes to match with his outfit. Also I feel like he would love those little phone charms as well, so would Guang-Hong

[eeemarvel]

Is there any superhero media like The Boys, or Invincible or something that the Hero Reform cast have seen? I'd love to know their opinions on it, especially characters like Viktor, Phichit or Pyre!😊

This is a great question and the short answer is yes. I haven't seen every superhero show out there (the ones you've mentioned are on my list but I haven't gotten around to watching them yet). I can give some general vibes for what the squad likes:

Victor is 50/50 on shows like this. Sometimes he really enjoys watching the DC animated series with Yuri P as just a chill thing to have on while they talk, play with Makka, or are on their phones. Or sometimes they actually pay full attention to the show. Other times, it's just too stressful for Victor to watch. He's either yelling angrily at the screen when a hero makes a bad decision/mistake, or he's like low key emotionally triggered by the bad things that happen in the show. So it's not necessarily that Victor has a favorite hero show to watch, but there are things that he will watch if he's with someone or if the whole squad wants to watch a movie together.

Yuuri and Phichit watch all the shows. All of them. Whenever they have free time, they're eating junk food and turning on the newest episode of whatever. Both of them are the biggest hero nerds. Not only are they watching every single hero show/movie out there (bad or good, quality doesn't matter to them) and critiquing them as they do, they stay tuned into irl hero news. They watch major fights on youtube, follow all the heroes on social media (in Phichit's case), and repeat random one-liners from hero interviews to each other as inside jokes. I hesitate to say what everyone's favorite heroes are here because that may be a spoiler so. Yeah. Big old nerds over here.

Pyre I honestly think wants to be interested in hero shows and movies, but he can't get past the first few minutes of anything without getting the itch to burn something. It's like he sees people on screen using their powers and he's like "i wanna do that" or "I could do that so much better if I weren't in these damn cuffs". I think the most of anything he watches is the news. He's not a news buff, he just wants to watch real life heroes in action to figure out their fighting style and get ideas for his next tussles. Maybe some ideas for pushing their buttons too.

This is such a delightful ask but I hesitate to talk about the bois' hero preferences too in depth at this point in case of spoilers. <333

[itsbeahoney]

1 and 20! :D

(for the ask game)

tysm for sending an ask :D

How did you find out about YOI?

I found out about YOI from a friend in middle school who had gotten really into anime. She told me about it in 2016 but I didn't watch YOI until spring 2017. (She told me they were canon and stuff and that they kissed, so I never got to experience the thrill of seeing the kiss and engagement for the first time like most people did TT)

20. headcanon for what yuuri and pichit majored in in university?

I've thought about what phichit and yuuri majored in before but I have a better feeling about it now that I'm actually in college. because they're so, so busy with skating and training AND uni, I don't see them doing anything super intense in STEM. Like, they're not becoming neurosurgeons or rocket scientists. maybe I'm biased but I see both of them as more liberal arts leaning, but due to their circumstances (International students that, at least in Yuuri's case, don't have a lot of money), I can see them making a more "safe" choice that would nearly guarantee a decent salary job. For Yuuri, I like the idea of a liberal arts major like linguistics, but at the same time I think he'd want to pick a more safe choice. I think Yuuri could definitely be a computer science major. He doesn't love it, but he's decent at it and it would give him a pretty stable backup career. For Phichit, I think he would aim for something more social, like marketing or even poli sci, which would open him to a lot of options. I see him as a sort of fun office worker who makes cute powerpoints to present at meetings, lol.

(Take all of this w a grain of salt, as I only just finished my first semester in college, and i don't know a whole lot about other majors bc I've always had my eyes on a liberal arts major. And I know nothing about Adult Jobs. Don't think I'm associating them with the stereotype of their major, I'm really only thinking about the subject and potential career path!)

[rikeijo]

Today’s translation #773

Animage Feb. 2017, Shishido Jun's interview (Chief Episode Director)

Part 7.

-- Georgi so annoying to watch that it makes him popular (laugh).

Shishido: Georgi does not have any ill intentions whatsoever. But he gets on everyone's nerves - he's just this type of a lovable character (laugh). Victor was also annoyed by him, but I think that he's simply a type of person that Victor dislikes [Victor's heterophobia confirmed... 😡]. And, my personal favorites are the Three Skating Otaku Sisters. They are so cute, and I wanted them to have more screentime, but after the action of the story moved abroad, it couldn't be helped that the number of occasions to see them decreased. I wanted to watch more of them being so active and cheerful!

-- How beautiful the music for this show is was also a popular topic of discussions. Could you please tell us which song is your favorite?

Shishido: All are amazing, so it's hard for me to pick one, but I think it would be 'Yuri on ICE'? And Otabek's both programs, short and free, have very cool music - these are my favorites, too. Music memorable to me, because of the skating is Phichit's 'The King and The Skater'. His choreography, which is heavily inspired by Thai culture is so amazing. In case of Popovich, it's not so much about his programs, because I can't watch them without laughing - the cringy flashback scenes are just too funny.

-- It's his art of making funny faces, isn't?

Shishido: Jumping with tears in his eyes etc. But he's very serious about it. It's only that his aesthetic sense slightly differs from everybody else's.

[alexseanchai]

WIP Wednesday request: le tue mani, le tue gambe, le mie mani, le mie gambe

…It's into Friday, now. The gala is Sunday afternoon, so the hard limit on getting the music to the sound techs and some notion of what the lights need to do to the light techs is before practice Sunday morning. And if 'Victor' tracks down the one competitor from Thailand, then as long as he does it before midnight, the absolute worst case scenario is that Yūri and Victor will be exactly as screwed as they already are, except that Phichit will think Victor has shit taste in April Fool's jokes.

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

Chapter 20 of Can You Hear My Heartbeat is up!

"The double date karaoke night"

When Viktor asks Yuuri out for a karaoke night, Yuuri gets nervous because his request sounds suspiciously like a date. He thus proposes a deal: If Viktor's skating can convince him, they will go to the karaoke together. But who is actually still buying this?

Read the beginning below.

Also, in case you missed it, here you can read the cute and fluffy one-shot I wrote for Yuuri's birthday! It's called "Keeping the dream alive" and it's about Yuuri and Phichit in Detroit.

A handful of stragglers lingered around when Yuuri and Viktor entered Ice Castle. As always, most people were too coy to approach the reigning world champion and his student-shadow, but this did not stop them from gawking as the pair walked past them. As always, Viktor waved to them while Yuuri managed an awkward smile.

They really should have gotten used to us by now…

“Huh, this wasn’t here this morning.”

“What?” Yuuri asked.

“This.” Viktor pointed to a poster. “Karaoke night. How cool!”

Yuuri squinted. “Karaoke night on Friday at Kachuu Snack Bar. That’s Minako-sensei’s bar!”

“Does she do this often?”

Yuuri shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been gone for five years.”

Viktor spun, a feverish glint in his eyes. “Let’s go there, Yuuri! I’ve always wanted to go to a karaoke night!”

Anxiety stabbed Yuuri, hot and sudden. Is he asking me on a date or does he want to hang out? Whenever they had been together in the last few weeks, a new kind of anticipation had crackled between them, stirring an electrifying mix of giddiness and panic. And last weekend, when he and Viktor had gotten drunk on sake, Yuuri had almost ruined everything.

“Oh, I’m not into karaoke,” he said. “But feel free to go.”

Viktor dropped to one knee. “Don’t make me beg, Yuuri! Please! It would be so much more fun if you come with me!”

“Um.” The spectators were still watching them. Two teenage girls had pulled out their phones. Yuuri’s cheeks were burning. In his mind, YouTube videos captioned Former figure skater Viktor Nikiforov proposes to his athlete were going viral right now. Viktor was gazing up at him, an expectant puppy-look in his blue eyes. “If you want me to come with you, make your proposal more alluring.”

“And what you be alluring to you, Yuuri?”

Taking a deep breath, Yuuri closed his eyes.

“Skate for me. If your skating can seduce me, I’ll go with you to the karaoke.”

Viktor’s eyes glazed over. “Deal!”