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capsensislagamoprh · 8 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's wrong?"

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

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

"Nothing?"

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

"Wrong angle. Why are you upset?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Still, it was gross."

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

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

"Incandescent? That's a new level."

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

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

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

"Yuri..."

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

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

"You asked."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want all my secrets?"

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

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

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

"I do that all the time."

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

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

"Never!" came Yuri's scandalized reply.

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

"Mumm нет! Not yet."

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

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Anything for you, Yuri."

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

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

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

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

"Ah."

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

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

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

"Which one?"

"Harm and funerals."

"Consider it given."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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itsbeahoney · 2 years ago

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victuuri/podiumfam headcanon:

podium fam are either sickeningly sappy [ie hugging, kissing yurio's temple, etc]

or people are concerned when they see the three of them out bc yurio's kicking and screaming while the other two are sappy as fuck.

(yes this is so so so late sorry I thought my inbox was empty TT)

I live for Yurio and his "disgust" toward victuuri to hide the fact that he's actually very happy for them. but he would NEVER tell them that, of course lol

I also think Yurio has his vulnerable moments, where he sinks into a hug w Victor or Yuuri and he enjoys it for a few moments ...

... until he pulls away and Yuuri's teasing him about how docile he's being, which pulls an angry red flush to his face bc HE’S THE ICE TIGER OF RUSSIA, DAMNIT!!

Thinking...

The three of them getting brunch together, and when Victor does something heartwarmingly domestic for Yuuri (ie wiping a crumb off his chin w his thumb, maybe lingering a bit too long), Yurio lets out the most dramatic, exasperated groan, drawing eyes from the surrounding tables.

Victor and Yuuri getting so used to Yurio's mean comments, knowing Yurio is all bark and no bite (only off the ice of course; he's still their greatest competition), and responding to all of Yurio's jabs as if he gave them a real, genuine compliment. Like when Victor kisses Yuuri on the cheek as he hands him his water bottle, and Yurio says, "You old geezers are so disgusting!," Victor dons a smile and says, "Aw, thanks Yurio!"

Not my original headcanon but I'm obsessed with the concept of Yuuri and Yuri being distinguished by being calling Katsuki Yuuri "Victor's Yuuri." That is, until "Victor's Yuuri" starts feeling too long to say, and Victor starts using Russian nicknames for the name "Yuri" (Yurichka, etc.) for HIS Yuuri, and holy shit this is so confusing, we're ALL calling Plisetsky "Yurio" now. Yurio’s metaphorical cat tail is whipping furiously.

#beas writing #beas headcanons #yoi headcanon #podium family #yuri plisetsky

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sleepysparkyandshy · 2 years ago

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Podium family

Yura: So does anyone have any healthy stress outlets?

Viktor: Screaming.

Jace: Violence.

Yuri: Tea.

Andy: Also violence.

Yura: ...Okay, so we've got tea.

Yuri: Bye now, don't forget to eat the lunch I packed for you.

Andy: Don't talk to strangers.

Yura: If anything happens, just call and we'll come pick you up.

Viktor: Don't get lost, be careful, okay?

Jace: ...I-I'm just going to the library, though.

Yura: I'm gonna do it.

Yuri: Yura, I swear to god. Don't do it again.

Andy: Do what again?

Yuri: A variety pack?

Yura: YES SO I WON'T BE EATING SAWDUST BY THE TIME I GET TO THE FORTIETH.

Viktor: The nacho cheese ones are the only good ones.

Yura: No I like the cool ranch and the sweet spicy chili ones too!!

Yuri: I guess it's better than 50 bags of nacho cheese Doritos.

Yura: I WILL DO THE FIFTY DORITO CHALLENGE AGAIN.

Andy:

Yura: Ok so when I was 16...I bought 50 bags of Doritos. Because I love them. And I ate all of the bags. And by the time I was like halfway done I wanted to die.

Andy: How quickly did you eat them all?!

Yura: Over like a week.

Andy: Holy fuck. That's. A lot of Doritos in one week.

Yuri: Yura, Don't fucking do it.

Yura: I'll do what I want, Yuri. 40 bags for $20! That's a steal!

Viktor: You've got a point, there.

Yuri: I admire your tenacity but you gotta cool it.

Yura: Ok so what if I buy it. And I don't. Eat all of them in one week.

Andy: You should do that. Don't eat them all in one week.

Jace: Oh my god I fucking remember the Doritos thing.

Jace: Yura, if you're gonna buy them just don't eat them all in one week.

Yura: ...So one day is fine.

Everyone else: NO.

Jace: Good responses to being stabbed with a knife?

Viktor: Rude.

Andy: That's fair.

Yuri: Not again.

Yura: Are you going to want this back?

Yuri: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Viktor: 'Prettiest Smile'

Andy: 'Nicest Personality'

Yura: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Jace: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

#yuri on ice #podium family #inncorrect quotes #yuri katsuki #yuri plisetsky #viktor nikiforov #oc stuff #yuri on ice ocs

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cosmiclion · 4 months ago

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Jsyk I'm on winter break so I'm gonna be insufferable and spam y'all with silly doodles. I saw this meme and I just couldn't resist making it about my lil Viktor-and-Yurio-are-half-siblings AU.

Also yes I was too lazy to draw a bowl of katsudon myself.

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problemwater · 2 years ago

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another tweet thread wahoo

me: sees one (1) yoi victuurio kinda art

me: hmmmmmmm but victuurio

mmmmmmmm still thinking abt them

pre-established victuuri and otayuri where the grand prix fam is hanging out at victuuris place n victuuri notice yurios more-than-a-little obvious staring before he fuckin passes out tipsy

meanwhile otabek being mischievous gives victuuri the last lil push they need to confront him abt his attraction to them, giving his blessing w a wink

as soon as everyone else has left victuuri scurry into action sitting one at each side of yurio on the couch

he wakes up blearily, asks why tf theyre sitting so fuckin close

they play dumb ofc, theyre not doing anything suspicious

definitely not

yuuri breaks the topic first

"we noticed you were staring at us a lot today"

yurio is suddenly painfully aware that he is stuck between them, the couch, and the coffee table. no escape route

his mouth is so, very dry as he claims he has no idea wtf they are talking abt

victor slides a hand gently on yurios hip, fingers playing slowly, gently toward his crotch

yurio bristles bc he's slowly coming to terms w the fact that he's Not asleep he's Not dreaming and it's the actual real victor and yuuri fucking??? seducing him??? rn???

yuuri's lips are so close to yurios ear, which yurio KNOWS is bright ass red by now

"a little bird tells us it isn't the first time, that you've 'stared' quite a few times"

yurio let out a sharp breath

"beka? he...?

... traitor"

victor chuckles, his hand inching even closer to its goal

victor leans in closer "well?"

the question made yurio tremble in anticipation, his hands clenched tightly in front of him

his brain rattled with questions, most of which along the lines of "holy shit why?"

he managed to get out the words "why now? what changed?"

victor responded

"nothing changed, really. it just finally seemed like an appropriate time"

yurio felt his hot breath against his ear, his fingers drawing soft lines around the now prominent bulge in his pants

yuuri chimed in "and we got 'beka's' blessing"

the two of them sounded ready to eat him alive, but still didn't move any further as yurio considered the offer

he's wanted, thought about, dreamed about something like this for so long it was hard to conceptualize the reality of it all, the warmth of the two bodies next to him driving it home

he wants this

so bad

"like hell id pass this up"

he Wanted to sound flippant and confident, but the words came out soft and desperate

the couples reaction was immediate, albeit slow and calculated

yuuri's lips finally made purchase on yurios neck, and victors hand finally

finally

touched his dick

yurio groaned at the attention, head falling to the side onto victors chest, exposing more flesh for yuuri, his legs tensing as he grinded up against victors hand

yuuris lips trailed across his neck to his collar bone, slowly, slowly making his way down yurios chest as he removed himself from his position on the couch, planting himself in front of yurio, between his legs, lifting his shirt to kiss down his torso, leaving small marks along

his path until finally reaching the top of his pants

he looked up at yurio as he rested his hands on the sides of his pants waistband, yurios face turning deeper red at the expression, the location of yuuris face

yuuri turns to victor, whose hand is still rubbing gently over the

bulge in yurios pants

victor responded by removing his hand, wriggling the arm between yurio and the couch, leading yurio to sit more forward so he could make his way onto victors lap

yurio was now closer to yuuri's face, and could feel victors erection against his lower back

yuuri carefully slipped his fingers under yurios waistbands, starting the slow and careful removal of yurios pants

yurio could hardly breathe as victor took up the position of kissing and marking yurios neck, hands playing across yurios chest, sliding his fingers across yurios

ribs, his collar bone, his nipples, earning sharp breaths every time he touched something sensitive

yuuri looked up at yurio as he pulled the pants past his dick, speeding up afterward so that yurios pants were fully removed, before situating himself between yurios thighs

the first gentle kiss to his inner thigh has yurio gasping, desperation overflowing

yuuri didnt make yurio wait too long, reaching up a hand to steady yurios dick before sliding his tongue up the length of it, giving it a few quick strokes before wrapping his lips around it

yurio let out a choppy moan as he was enveloped in wet heat

"isn't that nice?" victor chimed in, "you shouldnt look away, yura, he's so beautiful, itd be a shame to miss it"

yurio tilted his head back downward to watch as yuuri began sliding his lips up and down yurios dick

the sight was too much, especially as yuuri looked up to meet his gaze

"ughn, if... if you keep this up, I'm gonna..." he trailed off as yuuri swiped his tongue along the sensitive underside of his tip, hands clenching at air as he tried to hold onto his sanity

"I'm sure youll recover in no time" victor whispered against his ear, as he flicked his thumbs intently across yurios nipples, settling over them to rub small circles across them

yurio huffed a laugh, which broke into a soft moan again as he drew closer to release

everything all at once was just

so much, too much for him to handle and in no time at all he was coming, spilling into yuuris awaiting mouth

yuuri swallowed around yurios dick, before releasing him, sitting up higher, higher until he was face level with the two men in front of him, keeping sharp eye contact with yurio as he leaned in to kiss victor

yurio groaned, knowing full well that yuuri still had his cum in his mouth, and now victor did, too

their kiss, while deep, didn't linger, before yuuri turned to face yurio, leaning in just as a suggestion

yurio accepted, tilting his head just enough that their lips met, yuuri wasting no time sliding his tongue into yurios mouth, yurio lazily doing the same

yuuri broke away just enough to ask "how are you feeling?"

yurio almost barked his response "fuckin. amazing"

yuuri grinned, "eager for more?"

"fuck yes"

victor laughed an "I told u so" against yurios ear as yuuri closed the distance between himself and yurio again, making out deeper than before as his hands made their way into victors pants, grabbing the waistband and beginning to pull them down his legs

victor had to lift yurio

ever so slightly so that yuuri could maneuver his pants off, settling yurio back down on his bare legs, hard dick pressing directly against yurios back

yurio moaned into yuuris kiss as he was placed in victors bare lap, feeling the wetness against his back as victor dripped with excitement

and sure enough, he was already hard again

bless youth

while yuuri focused on making out with yurio, hands wandering to play at his chest, victor slid his hands down to yurios dick, giving it a few strokes as his other hand pressed further back to rub at his hole

yurio tensed at the first contact, a moan escaping him, before relaxing again, moving his legs slightly so that victor had a better angle

fuck he wanted this, has wanted this for so, so long. wanted victor inside him like nothing else

he whined, knowing hed have to wait a bit

victor took this as a sign to continue, releasing yurios dick to reach around yuuri, grabbing the small bottle in yuuris pocket theyd grabbed earlier, wasting no time at all opening it and squeezing the lube onto his fingers

yurio groaned this time as victor fingers returned to his hole, the cold liquid causing him to jump slightly

victor rubbed small circles around the opening before slipping his first finger in, slowly pushing all the way inside

yurio hummed a moan as the finger inside him slid in and out, a second joining it fairly soon, opening him

yurio was no virgin, and relaxed quickly around the digits, unable to control the grinding of his hips against victors hand

"ready?" victor asked

"please"

victor hummed, lifting yurio again, just enough to get his dick lined up underneath him

yurio leaned against him, angling

himself better as victor slowly lowered him down, both men moaning as victors dick was engulfed

yurios legs slowly met victors again, fully seated on his dick now and he let out a hard breath

holy fuck

this is real

victor is inside him

the reality crashed upon him, emotions

welling up to form tears

yuuri wiped the tears from yurios cheeks as they fell, knowing exactly what the feelings coursing through him were

he'd responded similarly his first time with victor

victor was slightly concerned, but could tell this was an emotional response, not pain

the three were still for a moment as yurio calmed down

"fuck" yurio whispered shakily

"fuck, its... im. im good, i just,"

yurio cut off so yuuri supplied a, "we know," sliding a hand through yurios hair to cradle his cheek

after another few calming breaths yurio said, much more confidently, "im good,"

this time the response was victor grabbing his waist firmly, lips back on yurios neck, as he gently lifted yurio up a bit

yurio gasped as he slid back down, victors dick rubbing along his insides

victor let out another moan, "you feel so good, yuri"

hearing his name—his actual proper name—from victor, here and now, sent shivers down his back, all the way down to his dick

he moaned as yuuri wrapped his hand around him, stroking along his dick steadily

victor started a decent pace of raising and lowering yurio along his dick

yurio was overwhelmed, pleasure rocking through him as the two men he'd wanted for years ravaged him

and he wanted more

"more... more, I want." he didn't know what to say, what he wanted even, "want both of you" he wasnt sure what he meant by it, but he knew he wanted /something/ more than he was getting

victor and yuuri shared a glance, both forming their own ideas about what he'd meant

"next time, yuri, next time" yuuri responds, finally

"yeah... yeah," yurio could hardly process the promise of a next time, that this could happen again, would happen again

yuuri finally got around to pulling his own pants down, removing them before repositioning himself in front of yurio, lining himself up so that he could stroke both of them together

"we should... lay down, perhaps" victor suggested, arms getting tired and desire taking over

he couldn't move nearly as much as he'd like, after all

he led the other two to lay across the couch, taking up position behind yurio again

"much better," victor said, sliding back in and starting to thrust more fervently than before

yurio moaned, now sandwiched between the two

feeling so, so good

he was struggling to hold on, he wanted this to last so much longer but he is so close to coming, so close

he couldn't control his body as he tried to simultaneously buck into yuuris hand and push back against victors thrusts

"h,,, harder" he cried, desperate for it

the two obliged, stroking and fucking into him harder, faster than before, chasing their own orgasms as they worked toward yurios

it didn't take much longer before yurio lost control, coming across yuuris abdomen

he cried out as the stimulation became too much very quickly

victor pulled away, grabbing himself, stroking fast as he was close himself

victor came next, then yuuri

they laid there heaving, energy spent

eventually victor stood up, disappeared just long enough to grab a towel

cleaned them all up and just laid down against the other two

they fell asleep together, excited for future developments

#victuurio #victurio #podium family

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capsensislagamoprh · 8 months ago

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OMFG I am telling you, the Aunties are a Thing and they are VICIOUS!

comicking practice and also because i love LOVE the ‘asking the family’ trope. btw y’all where is all the mari content?? what injustice. bonus:

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 18 Group 90

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Mekatrio & Ayano: Ayano Tateyama, Tsubomi Kido, Kosuke Seto, Shuuya Kano

Podium Family: Yuuri Katsuki, Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov

Submissions are still open!

Mekatrio & Ayano:

ayano's theory of happiness makes me want to cry

Podium Family:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

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capsensislagamoprh · 8 months ago

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"For the love of - it was a joke Victor! A Joke!"

"Yuri, this is not a thing to joke about. I need confirmation. I need to know. The suit. It is not. Not. Powder blue?"

"No! Just the tie is." Yuri held up his hands in surrender, backing away from the steadily approaching Victor.

"It is not. It's not that hideous tie I saw last week?"

Yuri shot a glance to Christophe, hoping to enlist help. "I... it is? It's powder blue? I ... Look, I don't know what to tell you! He likes it, I think?"

Victor's hands twitched. He didn't know whether to strangle Yuri for teasing him about such an important matter on his wedding day, or dig himself bodily through the wall to rip that hideous tie from his fiance's hands, then use it to light a pyre to their love.

Christoph sighed. "Go see if you can get him to switch to the cream one?"

Offered an out, Yuri dashed from the room. Gulping down stress before knocking on the door down the hall. Phichit popped his head out, eyes staring down the passageway before grabbing Yuri by his shirt and pulling him in. "What's the verdict?"

"Go with the cream."

Yuuri was panting, two ties in his hands. He'd ordered the blue one to be the same color as Victor's eyes, but color match technology had landed him with something that looked like it had been dyed by a preschooler and dropped off the back end of a nondescript van.

"I don't know what to do about this," Yuuri quivered. "It was supposed to be a surprise."

"I... I don't fucking know," Yuri whispered, his hand making a mess of his hair. "I don't know anything about this stuff. I mean, it's not my style, you know?"

Phichit rubbed small circles into Yuuri's back. "It's alright. We'll figure something out. I mean, the cream is very lovely. I like the pattern, and the thin gold highlights are very nice."

"It is," Yuuri sniffed. "It's just not what I wanted. I don't get to surprise him often, and..."

Yuri was going to scream. This was the third fashion related emergency, fifth last minute detail, and seventh 'sudden something'. None of which had been anything of the sort. It was the constant boiling of emotions, back and forth, and threatening 'somehow this is all your fault' glare he got from both sides. Look, he wasn't tactful. Yuri knew that. But if they didn't get their shit together, he wouldn't have to be. He'd be ducking murder charges. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. "What if I show him the tie? Then you can know if he likes it."

Yuuri's brown eyes widened, tears welling up. "You'd do that?"

"I uh... fuck." Damn emotions and all who had them! Snapping both ties from Yuuri's hands, he took a moment to share a deeply profound expression with Phichit. Fuck wedding day jitters, this was verging on a melt down. His own. Backing away quickly, Yuri spun around, ties in hand to once again storm down the hall.

"Are you okay?"

"Beka!" Yuri threw his face into Otabek's chest. "I'm going mad! I can feel it! Steam is coming from the top of my head."

"I was wondering why your hair was curling."

Yuri smacked his chest, sending the ties bouncing. "Shut it. I have to show these ties to Victor."

"Wasn't the blue supposed to be a surprise?"

"Yeah, but apparently it didn't turn out right, and now Katsudon is having a frickin’ break down, and I have to keep Victor from having a conniption over ugly ties. Every time I try to help, it gets worse, and I am going fucking insane, Beka! The homicide will be justified!"

"Ah." Reaching out, Otabek pulled the ties from the blond's grip. "Tell Victor you've solved the problem. I'll be right back."

"But I haven't..."

"I believe in you." Otabek walked off.

Yuri blinked, turned to Victor's door and knocked. Christophe threw the door open, shutting it quickly when he saw Yuri. He knocked again. "Open it up!"

The door opened a sliver. "What news do you have?"

Yuri's eye twitched in response to another spike in his blood pressure. "Cream in, powder out." Christophe opened the door a little more.

"And the suit?"

"I already told you, it's not powder blue."

"Hum..." Christophe rose a well manicured brow. "Right, well, that's good. You should go get ready now."

Yuri took a deep breath. Great. He'd been kicked out of dealing with Victor’s drama, which normally would be a blessing, but now he was stuck with Katsudon's whole mess and he wasn't sure which one was worse. Spastic Victor or sobbing piggie.

Fortunately, he didn't have long to consider the situation. Hiroko came shuffling past, looking lovely in her gown, pearls dangling from her neck in a double loop, hair neatly coiffed with a rather striking hair clip. Yuri made a mental note to ask her where she got it. As he watched her knock on Yuuri's door and be let in, Otabek slipped past, heading into their room. Yuri followed.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." Yuri didn't buy that, staring at Otabek, nose far too close to his own for any sort of focus. "Mrs. Katsuki is going to help Yuuri," he said, rummaging through a bag. Pulling out a small wooden box, he turned. "What was the issue with the ties?"

Yuri huffed, arms crossing as he slouched against the wall. "Piggie ordered the blue one to match Victor's eyes," gagging noises were caught up in a snort. "It's not the right color, and he started spiraling. Victor found out and started panicking. He hit that stage where he's a danger to himself and society, so Christophe sent me to figure out what was going on. I tried to tell him! I tried! He wasn't listening. Not really. He thought I said the whole suit was ruined, and he freaked out more, got this look in his eye..."

Otabek nodded, watching Yuri as he spoke. "Alright." Turning to the box, he popped the small lock, searching through the contents. Yuri huffed, grumbled, then propped his chin on Otabek's shoulder by virtue of standing on his toes.

"What's this then?"

"Stick pins."

"Stick... what?"

"Stick pins. I think they are called tie tacks these days, though they are not the same thing."

"These days? You are so old."

Otabek hummed in response. When he found what he was looking for, he headed to Victor's door. Curious, Yuri followed.

"Yes?" Christophe answered flatly.

Otabek held up the cream tie. "Carnation knot." Christophe's brow raised, his eyes focused, discerning. Otabek held up a gold stick pin sporting a sizable round, brilliant cut topaz. "Center nestled," he added. Then he opened his hand to show a delicate double heart tack pin no bigger than a pinky nail, a pink topaz chip purposely placed on one heart, a turquoise chip in the other. "Hidden fold up, collar tucked, pinned."

Christophe's smile spread to his whole body as his familiar cheer returned. "Yes! Perfect!"

Without another word, Otabek turned towards Yuuri's door, leaving Yuri wondering what world war code book those two learned that shit from.

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

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