#phichit x yuuri

[story-kat]

Art by 古泉リウ

Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)

[lady-of-ocs]

Just finished Yuri!!! on Ice for the first time and dear god, why didn’t I watch this sooner? The animation for the skating is pure beauty and I adore each and every character (special shoutouts to Phichit, Christophe, and Yuri(o)!). Viktor and Yuuri’s romance was so, so good and I’m truly violent over the fact that I don’t get to see more of them (fanfics here I come!). I salute you long time fans because I’ve been here for three days and I would kill a man (/j for legal reasons) to get more content. Yuri Plisetsky my absolute LITTLE GUY. Imma squish him. He’s such a brat but he’s got a good heart and I love him. All the forehead kisses for Captain cranky cat ears. Bonus points for grandpa and his pirozhikis.

I started ice skating at about age five and skated almost weekly during skating season for years of my life. A childhood dream was to compete and one day go to the Olympics. This show hit me deep in my gut and I’m so happy and yet wounded by it. The pure adoration I have for this show (I literally binged the first 8 or 9 episodes in one sitting because I couldn’t put it down, and the only reason I didn’t finish the others was because I had to study for an exam or risk failure). It’s about ice skating and a beautiful relationship between these two men. I love the connection between the characters (Phichit and Yuuri’s friendship is so fucking sweet and I love the absolute chaos that is Chris and Viktor) and how unique everyone’s skating style is. The costume designs are absolutely killer (I’m partial to Yuuri’s short program costume, Yuri(o)’s free skate costume, and I really enjoy Otabek’s costumes). Chris gets a special mention again because the consistent ass shots during his routines made me fucking cackle. He’s so sexy, I hate him lmao.

Anyway I’ve been here for two paragraphs and I could go on and on about the show. I don’t feel the pain of waiting seven years for Adolescence, but I do understand it now and I’m carrying some of your burdens with you.

In conclusion, I love ice skating and gay people, and I love it even more when those two things are combined.

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

📸📸📸

[katsuki-nikiforov]

My ipad was broken so i only can draw some random arts on my phone 😔

[akwolfgrl]

Pakan no omega (the pakhan's omega) part 1

Yuuri had locked himself in the airplane bathroom on the verge of a panic attack. He was going to finally meet the alpha he had been promised to since he was a child. Yuuri was terrified of being found lacking, unable to meet the alphas standards. After all, he wasn't thin and delicate. He had the tendency to gain weight easily, and he was extremely nearsighted. The years of ballet and other dance classes had shaped and smoothed his limbs at least, but the same couldn't be said for his hips, ass and stomach. He used dance as a way with dealing with his problems, which were many.

Pakhan and alpha Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri had seen pictures of the man who was tall and strong with silver hair and blue eyes. His scent drove him mad, ever since he was thirteen, and the alphas scent had sent him into his first heat. Cloths containing the alphas scent had lined his nest back home. Yuuri touched the collar around his neck. It was thick covering his main scent glands. It was a dark blue with a black lace edge and a large sapphire that dangled from the front, resling gently against his clavicle. Matching cuffs graced his wirt's with smaller sapphires attached to the middle. Such large collar and cuffs were a safety precaution for unmated omegas. Yuuri took a few deep breaths, still touching his collar.

A familiar scent of spices, honey, and smoke with just a bit of floral notes came threw the door before Phichit knocked on it. “Yuuri? Are you okay in there? You didn't fall in, did you?” he said, chuckling.

Yuuri quickly turned the water on, “I'll be out in a second.” he turned off the water and opened the door.

Phichits smiling face greated him just outside the door, “Were almost ready to land, soon you'll see your new home and finally met Viktor.” they headed back to their seats.

He watched the Thia man stare out the window as he finished his drink. Yuuri could hardly believe that this eccentric, colorful beta was, in fact, a financial wizard. While staying with his family before Yuuri's last heat, he had looked over his family's finances. His family wasn't doing poorly by any means, what with the yakuza visiting often and his oji (uncle) was a the next oyabun (head of yakuza) they didn't know when his (grandfather) was steping down. Yuuri didn't want to get to comfy in first class since when the alpha rejected him, he wouldn't be headed back in such luxury. Omegas, we're mated off young. At first, he hadn't minded waiting. But when Minami, who was younger them, was mated, he began to worry as the years passed and his alpha hadn't sent for him. Yuuri couldn't help but feel as though he had let the man down in some way even though they had never met before.

“We will be landing in five minutes. Please remain seated,” a voice from the speakers above instructed them.

It wasn't very long before they were headed towards the exit, Yuuri was able to understand bits and pieces of the conversations going around him, thankful he had taken Russian. It wasn't enough, but at least he had a basic understanding of the language. Phichit knew where he heading as he led them towards a tall blond man, when they drew closer Phichit ran to man.

“Chris!” Phichit threw himself into the tall alphas arms, who swept the beta off his feet and kissed him. Yuuri turned his head to give the lovers a medium of privacy . The alpha Chris smelled floral yet masculine with hints of oaky moss, cedar, amber, and sandalwood.

“How was Japan Ma moitié (my other half)?” The tall alpha said after he was finished kissing Phichit.

“How about I tell you on the way, I'm sure Yuuri wants to see his new home.” Phicht said, smiling as Chris put him back down.

Chris turned towards Yuuri with a charming smile, “Ravi de vous rencontrer (charmed to meet you).” his lips hovered over his hand without touching it.

Yuuri looked up at Phichit, unsure about how to react. He had spent most of his time with Yukko and Takashi, who were mated with each other and his ojiisan (grandfather's) men who would not dear flirt with him. He slowly removed his hand. “Arigatōgozaimashita (thank you),” he said, titling his chin up, not wanting to give away how off balance he felt. Bowing wasn't something they did here in Russia.

“Oo Viktors gonna love you, petit mignon (little cutie)," Chris took his bags in one hand and warped the other around Phichits waist.

Yuuri would have loved to take the tall alphas word for it.

They led him to an expensive looking car, and Phichit quickly slid into the front passenger side. As they drove away from the airport, Yurri stared out the window as Phichit chatted to Chris, telling the alpha all about his time in Hasetsu. Perhaps Phitcit would be willing to continue thire friendship once he's was scent back home.

Part 2

[porkcutlett]

10/21/22

[reingkings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Phichit Chulanont/Christophe Giacometti, background Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont & Katsuki Yuuri, Christophe Giacometti & Victor Nikiforov Characters: Phichit Chulanont's Family, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Christophe Giacometti's Cat Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Fluff and Angst, Mostly Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Due to its nature the world of professional figure skating was small. Everyone knew each other. That didn’t really mean everyone knew each other. Christophe Giacometti, for example. Phichit didn’t really get to know him until the year Viktor Nikiforov decided to steal his best friend.

This is a love story. Phichit just takes his sweet time realizing it.

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Written for @thepizzapalace as part of the Yuri on Ice gotcha for Gaza. Thank you for donating!

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Yuri on Ice f/os

* is platonic, familial or a fankid

Yuuri Katsuki/Katsuki Yuuri *, adoptive brother

Aricka and Yuuri, born to make history

Viktor Nikiforov, twin brother in canon, older brother in GDW

Aricka and Viktor, can you feel my heart beat

Yuri Plisetsky, fankid! *

Aricka and Yuri, ice skating kiddo

Otabek Altin, best friend!*

Aricka and Otabek, chill bestie

Christophe "Chris" Giacometti, romantic

Aricka x Chris, dancing on the blade you set my heart on fire ❤️‍🔥

Jean-Jacques "JJ" Leroy, romantic

Aricka x JJ, the ice king’s queen

Phichit Chulanont, best friend *

Aricka and Phichit, go little skater-!

[capsensislagamoprh]

Christophe listened carefully as Emil listed the rank and file of fey who came and went from the mortal realm. Who had changed forms, who had gained rank, or lost power. They were half way into the delicate discussion of bedlam when a puffing Phichit came running into view. Hands dropping to his knees, he gulped in long breaths until he could stand. Clutching a stitch in his side, he held out a hand, flapping the sticky note stuck firmly to a finger. Plucking it off, Emil looked the note over. With each line he read, his brows disappeared more into his eyebrows.

"Oh..." "Emil?" Christophe said, trying to bring focus back to the video call.

"I, uh... yeah. Yes. It's just..." Emil turned towards the screen, ignoring how Phichit folded himself backwards, straining his midsection up until a loud popping could be heard. Emil swallowed. "We might have a problem."

Christophe felt his nervous system begin to fire in rapid response. Cold seemed to trickle down his neck, trying to caress his spine in a trickling terror he barely recalled. "Tell me."

"You recall the... No, you wouldn't. You were in the dream at that time." Emil ran a hand thrugh his hair, eyes drifting upwards. A puff of breath escaped him as he shook the memories away. "There was a spat of unusual activity back in January. People died. Mortal people." Christophe swallowed. "How many dreamers?"

"Over a hundred." Emil sat forward, the chair seeming to pop as he rested his forearms on his thighs, head low. "The damage was done by a volcano. They should have been able to predict it, but..."

"But?"

"It wasn't the usual things. A rift just... opened. No warning. It was just torn. The lava turned itself in the three cardinal directions. Thousands had to move from the aria, leaving it unprotected."

"Wait, three cardinal directions? There are four. Which direction did it not ... Which direction, Emil?"

Emil's bright eyes had a haunted look. "It didn't run towards... South east."

Christophe swallowed. Hard. "All three streams?" Emil nodded. Christophe winced. "South east... What was it reaching for?"

"I don't know that it is. I think... I think it's just trying to gather power." "Are you sure? From nowhere? I mean, this could just be a mortal thing."

Emil shook his head with a resigned little sound. "No." Holding up the note, he showed the numbers to Christophe. "Type them in." One by one Christophe typed them into his phone, not daring to risk his computer. "Before you put in the last one, be ready to jump away."

Christophe's eye shot up, locking on the screen. Rising, he took a cheep metal chair from beside the refrigerator, setting it up in the middle of the room. A metal mixing bowl was put on that. Ready to spring, he put the last number in, dropped the phone, and jumped back.

The phone began to ring, as if connecting a call. A crackle began to sound thrugh the ring, as if the line had connected incorrectly. Soon the sound became a screechy, dial-up modem, ripping eardrums and tearing flesh. As soon as it started, it ended. The spring fey began to advance, to peak in the bowl. "No!" Emil called. Christophe spring back another few feet. Suddenly the phone began to melt, acrid poison steaming up from it as it broke into its most basic parts. Minerals, sands, and oils congealed in the bowl, foaming upwards. On pure instinct, Christophe reached for the roses on his desk. Petals fell away, dancing about his fingers. A flick of his wrist sent them into ever growing mess. Suspended in air, they began to glow, there colors pulsing with the cool melt of spring warmth. The light pulsed, flickered, faded. The petals ashed, spinning into a tornado of organic magic.

"Les dangers lointains nés du feu me disent ce que vous désirez."

Through the computer Emil watched, eyes wide. He'd not heard Christophe use a bunk in a noticeable amount of time. The rose ash spun, trying to draw an answer out of the melted mass. For to long they waited, the place slowly filling with poisonous vapors. "Christophe... Christophe, you may need to run."

The spring fey frowned. His blue eyes flickered into an impossible hew. Teeth sharper than blades flashed a blinding white. His ears showed his sidhe linage, tapering into a wicked point. His hand flexed as he held it stiffly in front of him, pulling glamour from his dross pouch. It sparked to life, taking on the shape of a crocus. His voice called forth the winds of change, everything in the room becoming new and old with nary a breath. The crocus bloomed, then decayed, its rotting corps dusting to gold. The wind picked it up as Christophe intoned, "Sannaste form ropar jag ut dig. Skapare, Förstörare, svara på Drömmen. Jag är förresten Vårens rättigheter. Jag är förresten grejen att tro. Svar till mig med det som skapades, svar till mig, en kropp värd att känna igen!"

The gold speckled wind threw its force into the rose scented tornado spinning against the frothing bowl, each spark fusing with a fleck of ash. As they flowed, the ash began to form into a wildly organic shape. Then they exploded outwards, stopping just shy of touching anything, stuck in the air like a frozen painting. Christophe lowered the hands he'd raised to protect himself. "Emil... are you seeing this?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, I am."

"Entropy," they both said, cold seeping into their bones.

"Something is endangering the balance."

"We know that," Emil snapped. "Something is making it worse!" Pressing his palms into his eyes, he slid down his chair, proper posture forgotten. "We are so screwed."

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, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30

[reallyromealone]

Title: end of beginning

Fandom: Yuuri on ice

Characters: Yuuri on ice ensemble

Fic type: series

Pairings: Chris x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, angst, reader is dense, slight fluff, reader has features technically but that's for plot, reader is in love but doesn't realize

Notes: you are going to look like Yuuri, you're siblings but reader will have some differences to make up for it for plot purposes

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Every few months, the two brothers would schedule to meet up for lunch, Yuuri moving to Russia and (name) living in Canada made things hard but the two made it work.

"This is Chris and you remember Phichit!" Yuuri introduced them as (name) shook their hands, Yuuri always teasing about how westernized his brother had become but (name) knew he was happy for him.

"Pleasure to meet you, how are you enjoying Canada?" He asked as they sat down and Yuuri grinned "everytime I visit, it's like it's completely changed but hasn't at the same time!" He liked Toronto, he associated it with his brother so therefore it was perfect.

"Very loud! And the lake smells" Phichit said simply and (name) chuckled "yeah, it smells really bad... Apparently it's because of pollution" (name) was so casual and calm as he spoke, body covered in tattoos and looking at them they were obviously siblings, same smile... Though (name) looked considerably more wild and trendy where Yuuri looked more refined and conservative.

"An artist?" Chris seemed curious as (name) beamed and pulled out his phone to show all his work on Instagram "I work with all sorts of mediums-- I always try new things" Chris could see the passion in his words and his art spoke for him, it was genuinely quite impressive as Phichit was already looking through it and liking every photo "whoa! You made a sculpture of (insert celebrity)!" He gawked as he showed the photo to the others "yeah, it was for an auction..." (Name) Said shyly, Chris could now see the personality similarity.

Both were very bad with compliments.

The four chatted for about skating and life and by the end, (name) had two new numbers in his contacts as Chris kept getting closer to him "you got good cologne..." (Name) Said bluntly as he sniffed the others jacket, Yuuri sighing at the fact that Chris was clearly flirting with his brother and (name) was a dense fucker who had no qualms with getting closer to people.

"You can come to my hotel and smell it better if you like~" Chris teased and (name) raised an eyebrow and tilted his head "maybe when I see Yuuri again you can give it to me" he said simply and smiled at the other, Chris was a little shocked at how dense he was "anyways, I better get going! It was nice seeing you!" (Name) And Yuuri hugged and the other two watched how tightly they hugged, clearly missing one another.

Yuuri always worried for (name), the man tended to isolate himself in his art as he and Viktor went back to Canada two months later to check on him "(name)?" Yuuri called as he looked around the large apartment, his brothers works giving him the finances to afford this place. "Wow..." Yuuri said as he walked into the livingroom area where (name) stood in a messy t-shirt and joggers, feet bare as he painted with his bare hands on a large canvas..." Is that Chris?" Viktor asked his husband who nodded, the two looking around to see that the Japanese man had painted and drew amongst other forms of media, works of Chris everywhere.

"(Name), what the fuck" Yuuri said in Japanese, looking around in shock "oh... Hey" (name) said casually, exhausted but somehow still standing and painting "want to explain ALL THESE PAINTINGS" Yuuri waved his arms around to the paintings as Viktor let the siblings to at it "great dimension, (name)!" Viktor said pointing to a landscape painting and (name) looked proud of himself "he has excellent facial proportions, like drawing Aphrodite..." (Name) Smiled as he looked around "I don't know why... He's just perfect for painting... He's a muse"

Yuuri and Viktor looked at each other, the two knew (name) well enough to know what this was, Viktor only a few years but Yuuri... He knew what this was.

(Name) Never really shown interest in others, always in his own world and tended to do his own thing.

He was in love, even if he didn't know he was.

Yuuri ordered food for his brother, knowing the fucker didn't know how to cook for the life of him.

"How do you survive without being able to cook" Viktor said slightly horrified and (name) huffed "I can cook the important stuff! Like rice!" He said indignantly as Yuuri rolled his eyes "yes yes, you can cook the thing you ate everyday" the two siblings bickered as Viktor drank his coffee and watched, his brother in law being a shitling (fondly) as Yuuri scolded him "ordering party servings of food and eating it over a week isn't good!"

"It's called efficiency!"

It was nice despite the bickering, to see the love between the two.

"Do you even talk to him?"

"We talk like daily" (name) said crossing his arms "he's quite a chatter, though he keeps talking in cryptic messages" he said showing the texts where Chris was just blatantly flirting "I don't understand it at all!"

"(Name), never change" Yuuri said simply and his brother looked confused before looking at the messages with a squint.

Yuuri and Viktor looked at the paintings, they were detailed now to the light freckles on the Swiss man's face during the summer, (name) must have been looking at those photos intently as Yuuri set down drinks "how much was that one painting again?" Viktor asked and (name) shrugged "you can just have it if you want" he said simply and Viktor was gonna leave a few hundred, he was not taking that painting for free.

"So what brings you back so soon?" (Name) Asked curiously, sipping his iced coffee as he sat incorrectly on a chair "you have been radio silent for two months, you sent me a single picture of a snail and said 'hes for rizz' and nothing else" Yuuri said incredulously and (name) nodded "lil man had mad game with the lady snails" he said like he was inspired by the snail and Viktor felt the need for a drink with his brother in law "(name) you basically dropped off the face of the earth, you don't do that.. Im worried"

(Name) Sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them "I don't know, genuinely... I got lost in my art and... Mari messaged me... I'm just freaking out" he said softly and looked at his brother "sorry for ghosting... I'm just --- mari wants me to visit and I have been putting it off for forever and I just don't want to deal with mom and dad"

It was no secret to Yuuri and Viktor that (name) had a complicated relationship with the Katsuki parents, it was partly why he moved to Canada.

"We can go together next month, how about that?"

"...fine..." He said simply and Yuuri hugged him, the conversation moving to other topics and the two ended the visit with a photo taken by Viktor who smiled at the brothers, no one realizing the painting of Chris in the background as it was posted.

"It's like looking in a mirror" Chris said simply as he stared at the photo of his friends.

He needed to call Viktor.

[alexsiple]

ANY YOI FIC RECS?

screaming at this. i assume you're asking because of my substack which is perfect and what i wanted. i'll put this under a cut... lmfao

looking through the most kudos'd fics in the tag will get you some solid fics, so i'll give you some specific ones i love very dearly... like i mentioned in my end of year review, i've been reading a lot of polyamorous/etc stuff so there's a lot of that in here. i like weird sex stuff though so mind the tags but lol go wild

Friendship!!! is Magic by afrai (rated T) / i'll start out with the less explicit stuff lol. this one is a yoi and ouran crossover. it's very good and very funny and very iconic. classic. great characterization

icebreaker by Cesare (rated G) / listen it's not like i'm into rated G content or pov outsider content but when it's done well what can i say. this fic involves an oc meeting a retired yuuri in school and slowly figuring out who his husband is. i like this viktor here (i like when people write him annoying). very romcom to me. super fun

here on the roof of the world by jibrailis (rated T) / so short and so lovely. prose is simple but beautiful. also a well-known classic

dear true love by cityboys (rated T) / a gorgeous, sprawling pianist/writer au by cityboys, who never misses...

No Less Unthinkable by rageprufrock (rated E) / probably well known by all but so fucking good. in my top 5 fics of all time, definitely. a character study about yuuri and sex and home as an idea and ice skating, obviously. i think it's such a feat of writing... beautiful prose. i love this author. i've read this like 10 times i think

My Old Aches Become New Again by Anonymous (rated E) / this one fucking rules. i love the voices of the characters, i love the situation, the prose is great, it's a well-done emotional romcom that's not very long. basically, a post-canon phichit travels to st. petersburg to be yuuri and viktor's third. thumbs up

here's to the glory still to be by foxfireflamequeen (unrated) / a weirder one that i think about a lot... basically viktor de-ages (more specifically he trades places with his younger self ig) and his younger self appears in a post-canon timeline. which sounds silly (de-aging is a hard thing to pull off and can be questionable, i know) but the prose and ideas are very striking. in this fic viktor bonds specifically with yuri plisetsky and it's a great character study of them both. good stuff

House of Broken Bones by ineptshieldmaid (rated E) / a character study on christophe where he retires because of an injury and travels to be yuuri and viktor's third... idk man i love a fic that takes itself very seriously. i also really like being in the yoi world and this fic delivers that same opulence and emotional depth. interesting!

Like Salt, Like Sun by dance_arcoss (rated E) / viktor and christophe have phone sex because viktor's all nervous about yuuri in the early stages of their relationship... are there other people who think viktor x christophe being fuck buddies is awesome or is that just me

tu etais formidable, j'etais fort minable by Anonymous (rated E) / another viktor x christophe x yuuri threesome fic... what can i say. i like porn that's also a character study!

If You Show Me Yours by airspaniel and dance_across (rated E) / phichit and christophe have sex during the victuuri wedding... i liked it!

Show Him What He's Missing by airspaniel and dance_across (rated E) / fucking awesome fic where phichit kind of sort of roleplays being viktor while helping yuuri get off, pre-canon. yippee!

that's it for now, i think. if you have some recs for me based on this i'll receive them with grateful open arms

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #455

Go Yuri Go!!!, Yuri!!! on ICE official fanbook, Toyonaga Toshiyuki x Uchiyama Koki conversation

Part 11.

T: In my opinion, a good thing about original animes is that the start line is the same for all viewers. Unlike anime adaptations, in case of original animes, everyone is watching without knowing what's going to happen next. For me this excitement is similar to how I felt when when I was a kid, sitting in front of a TV that I turned on as soon as I came back home from school, waiting for an anime to start. You feel the excitement when you're turning on the TV, then the excitement explodes when you are actually watching the show, and next you can't wait for the next episode - I felt that it was so awesome that we could all share this cycle of excitement.

-- What kind of story would you like to see in Yuri!!! from now on?

U: In the latter part of the show, every week, we were watching competitions, so I guess, I would like to see more of everyday life [of the characters]. In the same tone as when Yuuri came back to Hasetsu in the first part of the story, I'd like them to depict how every character spends their time, when they're back in their home towns.

T: Yeah. We could probably see some cultural differences, too.

U: I'd like to see how every skater is welcomed by their family, and how their everyday life is like, and how their switch from that to their 'skater mode'.

T: I think that people, who watched the show, understand now how figure skating competitions work. So, on the contrary, if I could see how the skaters live their lives when they aren't training and there is no competitions - I think I would cry every time I saw one of the characters' performance during a competition after that. Also, speaking about Yuuri-kun, I would like to see more of his interactions with Phichit-kun.

U: Will Yuuri be able to help Phichit realize his dream? (laugh)

T: I'd also like to see them talking about that dream together.

[capsensislagamoprh]

These are awesome.

yuri on ice doodles from twitter

[somethingyoirelated]

[Unfortunally tumblr made me crop this drastically.]

Some pre-canon Yuuri x Phichit from the days back in Detroit. Yuuri is thinking of the person on the posters, but Phichit doesn’t mind one bit ;>

See this and other uncensored lemons on my Patreon

[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

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42, for Yuuri and Phichit because they're the best best friends in the history of best friends. 🥰

42. What would I do if you had not been my friend?

Ok I got two of these, so for yours, you get sick Phichit :)

42Ways to Say I Love You

Every blanket they owned was wrapped around Phichit’s bodyand he was still freezing. Teeth chattering and nose running, he peered out atYuuri with the most pathetic look he could muster.

“I have found all of the available heating pads… which… is alot considering we are on an athlete floor.” Yuuri plugged in a power strip,quickly plugging in the cords to all of the various heating pads and thenstuffing them in between Phichit’s layers of blankets. Satisfied with his work,Yuuri awkwardly wrapped his arms around his blanket burrito best friend andscooted him back on the bed. “Be right back.” Almost jogging, Yuuri disappearedfrom the room leaving Phichit to shiver inside the layers of his slowly warmingcocoon.

The team doctor had told Phichit it was definitely the flu,but Phichit was convinced it was actually death clawing its way through Phichit’sbody to kill him from the inside out.  Groaningas he tried to rearrange his sore limbs, Phichit began to cough, dropping hisheavy head onto his knees.

“You sound terrible,” Yuuri commented, carefully sitting onthe edge of the bed, tucking a water bottle next to Phichit and balancing abowl of noodles and broth in his other hand. “If you lift your head, I’llfeed you.” The offer was more of a command and Yuuri rubbed a hand over Phichit’sback when he looked up to frown at Yuuri.

“Not hungry,” Phichit grumbled, wiggling his chin to exposethe lower half of his mouth. He opened up anyway when Yuuri lifted the spoon tohis lips. Eating every bite Yuuri offered him, Phichit finally felt histemperature returning to a more tolerable level, the combined effort ofmedication, the heating pads and Yuuri’s soup settling his painful shivering. “Whatwould I do if you had not been my friend?” Sighing dramatically, Phichitslumped on Yuuri’s shoulder.

“Probably be dead,” Yuuri laughed, setting the empty bowl onPhichit’s dresser and leaning back against the headboard. He grunted whenPhichit flopped into his lap. Securing his travel mask over his face, Yuurileaned back against the wall and snuck his hand into Phichit’s blankets toscratch his friend’s scalp. “Sleep now, sicky,” he whispered, smiling atPhichit’s exhausted mumble.

Letting the warmth lure him to dreamland, Phichit snuggled intoYuuri’s lap and dozed off in a haze of gratitude for his best friend.