#relationship:established

[stevebillyrecs]

they've branded us enough (outlaws of love) by grabmyboner ( @grabmyboner )

T | 3k words

“Will Byers has been, like, staring at me,” Billy says against the sweaty skin on Steve’s chest, they’re laying there naked, Steve’s sheets pooling around them. Steve’s chest is still heaving a little where Billy’s face is pressed against it. He presses a kiss to the middle of his chest, and rests his chin on the same spot, Steve wipes some sweat that’s resting on Billy’s brow and moves to push his hair back, scratching along his scalp.

“What do you mean?” He asks, his honey eyes counting the freckles on Billy’s nose.

Billy subconsciously pushes his head against Steve’s hand, “I think he has a crush on me?”

Steve laughs and Billy thinks it’s his favourite sound. “You think Will is… Like us?” He finishes.

[howshitgoes]

Author: bluevalentine69

Rating:  Explicit

Setting: Canon AU

Word Count: 7k

Summary: 27-year-old Alpha Prince Arthur has been married off to 16-year-old Druid Prince Merlin to unite their kingdoms.

Meeting for the first time at dawn to be handfasted by the customs of Merlin’s druid people - and expected to mate that night by the customs of Arthur's wolf-people - neither prince is best pleased by the situation. Tomorrow they will belong to each other in body and soul.

Turns out, married life's not so bad ...

Comment: This fic makes me happy and that is the best thing a fic can do.

[yoi-recs]

Author: preciousbunnynoiz

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Supportive Katsuki Yuuri, Stubborn Victor Nikiforov, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Disaster Victor Nikiforov

Summary:

Everyone thinks of Yuuri as the stubborn one and Victor as easy going.

They aren't wrong but they also are because Victor in the right circumstances is the MOST stubborn.

Yuuri finds it inexplicably cute

[yoi-recs]

High tier content

“Vikmas?” Phichit just barely keeps a straight face, but he’s a professional. It’s not his fault that Yuuri knows exactly what that mirthful glint in his eye means.

“Yes, just,” Yuuri flaps his hand at Phichit, trying to draw him closer to the laptop perched on his lap. “Shut up. Listen. Look at this.”

“Am I supposed to listen or look?”

“Whichever keeps you quieter,” Yuuri says, clicking on a twitter thread. It’s a long line of photos of Viktor. Phichit has no idea if they’re new or not, but he’s sure Yuuri knows.

“So… it’s Viktor photos?” Phichit is grinning. He can’t help it. Yuuri’s blushing, just a little, and Phichit is living.

“New ones! Secret ones,” Yuuri says, giving Phichit a conspiratory look. “The fanbase gets together and posts all of their best ones on his birthday. It’s a whole… thing.”

“Vikmas,” Phichit says.

“Vikmas,” Yuuri agrees.

Phichit shrugs. “Well, when you two are married in ten years be sure to thank him for the happy Christmases.”

Yuuri frowns, he doesn’t jump at the married bit as he usually does. “Yeah,” he says, looking down at the line of pictures of smiling Viktors. “I will.”

—

Viktor really thought that Yuuri would be one to go on low-key dates. Lots of movies or nights in with take out. Whatever it took to stay out of the public eye, and required the least amount of nice attire.

“Yes, but I need to show you off,” Yuuri says when Viktor asks after being unceremoniously hauled into a cab after a morning of lazing around. “You’re mine.”

Yuuri pretended not to blush ruby, and studiously ignored Viktor’s megawatt grin. “Yuuri!”

“Shh, please,” Yuuri says, taking Viktor’s hand. “I want to do this but if I get embarrassed I’ll mess it up.”

“You won’t mess it up,” Viktor says, rubbing his thumb against Yuuri’s knuckles. “I’m happy with whatever you do.”

“Wow!” Viktor says when he stumbles out of murky December weather into a hall full of people. It’s decorated with Christmas decorations, everything sparkling lights to tinsle. There are tables packed with food, and the excited babble of people talking is audible even in the entryway. “Yuuri! What—“

Viktor doesn’t get a chance to ask because a dozen of his rink mates and friends are suddenly rushing forward with hugs and happy-birthdays. It’s long minutes before he gets an explanation.

“Surprise?” Yuuri grins sheepishly as they make their way to get food. “It’s only for a little. A lot of people have Christmas events but some brought their families.” Two young girls go sprinting past them and Yuuri smiles, pointing. “They’re Mila’s cousins. They don’t speak a lick of English. My Russian went through trial by fire.”

Viktor laughs.

There are hours of chatting before Viktor and Yuuri find themselves alone again. Viktor surprises himself with how much fun he had meeting Mila’s cousins, or Georgi’s nephews. Yakov’s brothers stopped to say hello before he left for the night. Even Yurio and his grandfather gave their well wishes. When Yuuri leads them back into the apartment, he’s smiles at Yuuri pulling glasses down from the cabinet.

“More?”

“Just one more thing.”

There’s a small cake, nothing special, and a bottle of wine to share. Viktor blows out the candle, and before he can try the first bite, kisses Yuuri against the island.

“You’re perfect,” he says, and Yuuri smiles into the kiss.

By the time they’ve crawled into bed Yuuri’s exhausted. He put a lot of work into today, and he shows it by draping himself all over Viktor.

“Thank you, solnyshko.”

“Mm,” Yuuri says slowly. “Merry Vikmas.”

Viktor snorts. Then he laughs, upsetting Yuuri from where he’s trying to sleep on Viktor’s collarbone.

“Wha—“ Yuuri stops, grows red, “Oh, no— I— I meant—“

“Your fan past come to haunt you at last, huh?”

“No!” Yuuri sits up straight, looking mortified. Then he whispers, “You know what Vikmas is?”

“I have a Twitter, Yuuri,” Viktor smiles, still laughing. “I don’t mind. It’s cute.”

“It’s mostly about fans having a holiday, not you,” Yuuri says mullishly, “Today was about you though, so I didn’t mean it.”

“Okay,” Viktor says, still smiling. “I meant what I said. It’s cute. Two things in one.”

Yuuri looks at him a little apprehensively, then, “I don’t celebrate Christmas, yknow. My family is Shinto.”

“I know.”

“So the 25th has always…”

“Just been my birthday?”

“Is that weird?” Yuuri says, blushing still. “It was like a holiday, but yknow.” He shrugs, gesturing vaguely.

“Not weird,” Viktor says, trying to tug Yuuri back down into bed. “It’s sweet that you thought of me all that time. Merry Vikmas.”

“Can you say it? Is that allowed?”

“It’s my name, and my birthday. Why wouldn’t I be able to?”

“I dunno, it’s just,” Yuuri shrugs, “It’s weird.”

“Oh hush,” Viktor says, “Merry Christmas, and I love you. Is that better?”

“Yeah, much. I love you too.”

[mychemfanfics]

Gerard gets a ridiculous amount of head when they’re working on an album.

[mcrfanficsforall]

"I just don't see the point," Gerard continues obliviously, gathering momentum and cocking his hip like he does whenever he gets riled up about some worldly injustice. "If your relationship's gonna last, it's gonna last, and if it's not, it's not. There's no use getting the stamp of approval like it's gonna fix all your problems."

[yoi-recs]

This is so good, i love it!!

Happy Birthday, Vitya!

Victor Michaelovich Nikiforov.

The Great Victor Nikiforov.

Russia’s Living Legend.

Idiot Boy.

Captain Sexy Boots. (There had been this one Trophee de France with Chris in their early 20s. Victor tries not to think about the pictures which may exist in the wild.)

Vitusha.

Old Man.

Vicchan.

He’s been called many things, but nothing else has made his heart sing and dance in his chest the way his husband’s soft-voiced sing-song “Okaeri Vitya!” which floats out of the kitchen does.

Victor pauses in removing his snow-encrusted boots to clutch at his chest . His eyes are literally spouting cartoon hearts right now. He finishes removing his shoes and hanging up his coat and pads softly into the kitchen. Yuuri’s back is turned where he stands at the stove, a sizzling sound accompanied by the most delightful aroma surrounding him. The kitchen is warm and brightly lit, a stark contrast with the dark winter outside. Even after a year of marriage, Victor still isn’t over the way his apartment has turned into a home at last.

Slipping his arms around Yuuri’s middle, Victor nuzzles his cold face into the warmth of his husband’s neck and murmurs “Tadaima solnycho.”

Yuuri only turns slightly to press a soft kiss to the side of Victor’s head before returning to concentrating on the food in the pan. “I’m making katsudon for dinner, Vitya. I know it’s mid-season, but it’s your birthday.”

“Mmm.” Victor inhales deeply, drawing in the soft sweet scent of Yuuri, and murmurs “I’d rather have you for dinner, my love.”

“Victor!” The skin under Victor’s mouth turns red as a flush races up Yuuri’s neck and over his ears and face. Even now, Victor revels in the way he can still make Yuuri blush. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“But Yuuuri, it’s true!”

“Vityaaaa” Yuuri whines, his shoulders drooping for a moment, but then he straightens and turns in Victor’s arms, face still red but a roguish twinkle in his eye. “You can have me for dessert instead, how about that?”

Victor nearly swallows his tongue, his pants growing slightly tight at the sudden image. He gulps in air and clutches convulsively at Yuuri’s waist before descending on his lips in a passionate kiss. His voice is a little hoarse when he finally finds it. “I’d like that a lot, my Yuuri.”

Yuuri’s smile lights up his whole face, and his voice is soft again as he says “Happy Birthday, Vitya. I love you.”

Victor looks into his husband’s sweet brown eyes, reflecting the Christmas lights twinkling from the living room. He is surrounded by warmth and love and the sense of peace and home, and he feels his face stretch into a wide happy grin.

“Thank you love. Any birthday spent with you is happy.”

An incoherent whine and a deeper flush on Yuuri’s face greet this. Victor merely grins and sneaks another kiss. Best Birthday Ever.

~~~

A small birthday ficlet for Victor. You can also read it on AO3!

[republiccitylibrary]

Just Not In Public • by  Lariren-Shadow

Rating: K+

Length: 930

World: Canon

Summary: Korra has a problem with PDA. Makorra.

Comment: This was just a really cute, post book one, Makorra fic. Mako and Korra are new to the relationship and they're trying to figure things out. One thing that Korra has a problem with is PDA. It's super cute. It's a nice break from the constant angst fest going on right now with the ship.

[stevebillyrecs]

getting better at becoming a ghost by thecopperkid ( @the-copperkid )

E | 4.5k words

“What? You’re not scared, are you?”

“No,” he answers, indignant, but he doesn’t even convince himself. “No, I just --”

“You know what they say about fear, right?” the voice asks. “That it’s almost indistinguishable from arousal. That your body can’t tell the difference.”

“They don’t say that,” Steve says, poking his head out the door and looking left to right. He’s just fucking exasperated. “Nobody says that.”

“I say that.”

Steve gets a Scream-style call while he's babysitting the kids on Halloween night, and right now would be a really good fucking time for Billy to get home from work.

Billy likes masks.

[stevebillyrecs]

baby, you can get what you want by tol_sirion ( @etterklang )

E | 2.4k words

It’s like, Steve knows he’s pretty fucked up. Has known for a while, really, but it didn’t really make an appearance before Billy Hargrove came cruising into town, subsequentially making both it and Steve his bitch.

[yoi-recs]

Incredebly valid fic, strongly reccomand

rating: explicit relationship: victor/yuuri word count: 2.1k

inspired by the first prompt for day 4 of @vityaweek: Hairstyle

“Yuuri, darling,” he says. “Why on earth don’t you want me to get a haircut?”

[stevebillyrecs]

Who am I by Klayr_de_Gall ( @klayr-de-gall )

T | 2.2k words

"That's my name..." Billy tells the darkness around himself. He is sitting in the furthest corner to the door, still numb and freezing under all the covers. He feels ill, knows that he lost a lot of weight, that he is pale like a ghost. The rusty screw that he uses to mark the wall looks sturdy in comparison to his shaking, boney finger.

He sets the sharp end to the wood and begins to write his name, line by line by line, above all the days and weeks he counted, little parts of wood falling to the ground. Unnoticed tears falling to the ground.

He will die here.

[stevebillyrecs]

Buckle (When You Think of Me) by trashcangimmick ( @trashcangimmick )

E | 4.2k words

Billy doesn’t really ask. He just kind of does stuff. Steve is apparently filthy enough to be cool with it.

[stevebillyrecs]

something good right now by Highsmith ( @rhubarbdreams )

M | 1.4k words

When Billy's skin is almost feverishly hot from the sun, Steve's fingertips touch his freckles like they'd touch the inside of him, carefully and longingly.

[stevebillyrecs]

bury a friend (try to wake up) by callunavulgari ( @callunavulgari )

M | 1.5k words

Steve digs up Billy’s body on a Tuesday.

[stevebillyrecs]

teeth and lungs by Highsmith ( @rhubarbdreams )

E | 3k words

So they keep fooling around, and Steve takes his newly-minted high school diploma to Hop and starts training as a deputy the very next day, and his summer doesn't turn into something terrible and awful, even though Billy Hargrove is both those things and more.