#shrine to viktuuri

[cosmiclion]

hey Eli, me again 😁♥️

i wanna know about #2 on your wip list pls? i'm gonna regret it probably but hit me BABY ONE MORE TIME with the angst anyway!

Hi Kit and thank u for dropping by! 💙 First time I read this ask I had completely forgotten abt the WIP game (and no I didn't catch the "on your wip list" part, I can't read) and for a second I thought u were asking abt number 2 on my list of five songs I like to listen to and I was so confused as to what was so angsty abt Arabic Dance Mix music cxfcgfghf 😭

ANYWAY, number 2 is a Viktuuri one-shot that fuck knows when I'll finish I've been thinking about for a while now. And, well, best to rip the bandaid off now: it's a post-canon fic set shortly after Makkachin has inevitably died of old age (I'M SORRY Y'ALL, it will probably be the only time ever I mention Makka dying bc I just can't bear to think abt it, I just really need to release this one idea into the world :')). The wound is still fresh and Yuuri helps Viktor put up a shrine in their apartment in Russia to honor the dog, like the one he has back in Japan for Vicchan. It's full of feels, sweet memories and bonding over mutual grief and sharing your culture with your partner. Tbh I haven't written a lot of it yet but here's the only two lines I like enough to keep:

Viktor choked back a sob. "I only hope he knew how loved he was."

Yuuri hugged him even tighter. "Oh, Vitya, I have no doubt that he did."

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Thank u for asking!

[eros-to-katsudon]

COMBO POST!!! My haul from @kinokuniyausa's Yuri!!! On Ice Pop-Up shop in NYC - and some shots of my growing Viktuuri shrine. Lmao. It was a lot of fun and the shop itself is cute. The items almost all sold out within half an hour. The shop is supposed to be up for a month, though, so hopefully they monitor their stock better for the rest of the time it's there. Oh, and my ita-bag is tossed in there too for posterity.

[cuteteacakes]

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Never have I ever thought I’d wake up and see Viktor and ex in the same sentence

[veilnebuula]

From Japan with love  [Part 2]

[Part 1]  [Part 3]

[fiercyy]

We Need To Talk

A Viktuuri and Viktuuriyuri family fic <3

When Yuuri receives a text from Victor one morning, he tries very hard not to panic.

Vitenka (Blue heart, purple heart, gold medal, eggplant, hearteyes emoji): We need to talk tonight after dinner with Yura.

Perhaps Yuuri has been exposed to too much pop culture during his time in the States, but to him ‘we need to talk’ never spells out anything good. He resists the urge to immediately text back a thousand questions and demands about what they would be talking about, if he was okay, what Yuuri did wrong and if he would find his own suitcase packed and left by the door, or would he have to pack it all up himself when Viktor kicked him to the curb?

Yuuri had a really good morning. He woke up on his own, which was a miracle unto itself. To celebrate beating Viktor to consciousness, he kissed his fiancé awake. And maybe they were a little late getting out of bed because of it. “I’m sure my coach won’t mind,” Yuuri had teased and touched his nose to Viktor’s, then kissed his cheek. When he pulled away, Viktor was bright pink, from nose to ears and his smile was soppy and sweet. “You can’t say things like that!” Viktor had complained before throwing his arms around Yuuri, “It’s too adorable, I won’t survive. You’re trying to kill me aren’t you? Is this so I won’t make you do suicides again? I knew it! My Yuuri is so cruel!” All the while, smothering Yuuri by rolling on top of him.

A really good morning. They’d skipped their run because of it, went straight to the rink (where Yuuri and Viktor both cleanly skated their new programs for the first time). Then lunch together before parting ways for cross training.

That was fifteen minutes ago. What could have changed that Viktor could possibly want to talk about?! Or maybe it was about lunch or practice or this morning and he just hadn’t worked up the courage to talk to him yet. Maybe he’s been plotting a way to let him down easy. If so, Yuuri feels terrible about this morning, but also, incredibly glad that at least he’ll have one last time to remember him by.

But maybe it wasn’t as good for Viktor as it was for Yuuri? If Yuuri was doing something wrong, why wouldn’t Viktor just tell him? He could get better, probably. He hears there are advice columns all over the internet. He listens to podcasts on long runs now, there must be one that tells you how to be better in bed so your five-time gold medalist, perfect specimen of manhood fiancé stays in love with you.

“Katsudon, you’ve been in that forward split for ten minutes, are you showing off or did you fall asleep?” Yurio is sharing his ballet session. He hides his worry poorly. Or maybe Yuuri just knows him well at this point. His heart sinks. He’ll miss him so much when Viktor dumps him and he has to move back to Hasetsu and retire.

Yuuri shrugs and hopes he doesn’t pry further. The sixteen-year-old doesn’t. Instead he nudges him into pair stretches.

The anxiety chews on his heart, feral and unrelenting in its hunger. Yuuri’s own mind won’t rest until it consumes him one rending bite at a time.

While he does a pas de bourré into a plié, then saute, he circles back to the way he felt when Viktor first came to Hasetsu. He’d wondered then, how this could possibly be his life. He kept his distance out of self-preservation, because when Viktor eventually grew bored and left, any closeness would be ripped away, taking parts of him along with it. Yuuri could not afford to become dependent on Viktor’s kindness. Or later, Viktor’s love. Except it didn’t matter what Yuuri could and could not afford to feel. His foolish heart learned to beat for him, to the rhythm of the programs they choreographed together.

Yuuri’s stupid soul would suffer now that the inevitable had arrived.

Yurio clearly doesn’t want to leave Yuuri alone. Their cooldown session is quiet and punctuated by the boy starting a sentence and interrupting himself. It’s unlike him. Yuuri wants to pull him into his arms. That’s unlike him too.

“Stop looking at me like that. It’s freaking me out,” Yurio spits. “Why do you look like someone died? Is the idiot—” he means Viktor, “Ill?” he seems unconcerned by the prospect, but then he pales as something occurs to him, “Are you ill? Is Makkachin?”

And because Yuuri does not want to lie to him, but also does not want to tell him the truth at all ever, he throws his hands up and shakes his head. “No, no, nothing like that. Just in my own head today.” This is true every day, but it would be impossible to explain the day to day torment of living inside of his own brain. Plus, it might traumatize Yurio and make him second guess his decision to allow Yuuri and Viktor to ostensibly, semi-non-officially adopt him. Oh no… who gets to keep Yurio in the divorce?

Divorce? Oh god. Divorced before they’ve even made it to the altar. Maybe, now that Viktor is feeling inspired and skating again, he doesn’t need Yuuri in his life after all.

Yurio neatly answers the question of ‘who gets custody in the divorce’ by dragging him out the door and declaring that he’s going to drive Yuuri’s car home. Maybe custody is relative and Yurio takes care of himself.

He’s supposed to be supervising said driving since Yurio technically does not have a license, but instead Yuuri stares on the passenger window until he gets nauseous and has to close his eyes. The car stops and he opens them to find they’re at a grocery store.

“Your moron husband forgot to pick up garlic.”

“Not married,” he says and swallows down the bitter yet that gets stuck in his throat.

Yurio groans, “Have you not gotten that over with yet?” He knows very well that they haven’t. They once joked about eloping, which Yurio pretended not to have an apoplectic fit over. Viktor promises they’ll make Yurio their flower boy. Privately, Yuuri eggs him on because he knows that deep down, beyond the fury, he’s actually very touched.

Yurio takes one look at him and rolls his eyes, “Wait in the car,” he orders and slams the door. Yuuri listens and tries to take on the terrible spiralling tornado of fear. He needs to at least find the eye because it’s starting to suck the oxygen out of everything.

We need to talk we need to talk we need to talk we need to-

Soon, the door opens again and Yurio slides in. “Finally, the line was so-“ Yuuri startles and realizes there are tears on his cheeks. “Why are you crying?! Stop it!” He’s still not very good with Emotions™, but he’s doing his best. Yuuri and Viktor just have so many between them, it’s unreasonable to expect him to keep up. Generally, when the tears arrive, Yurio shoves him into Viktor’s arms. Yuuri’s not keen on that option at this moment.

They make it home with only a few awkward glances between them. The teen has his own key so he lets them in.

Yuuri doesn’t know what he was expecting to find upon returning home.

(Lies. As previously noted, he expected suitcases and packed bags and Viktor’s solemn face as he handed the ring back. He imagined kindness and pity but not love in his eyes. He wondered which would be his problem, if he’d be able to beg or be able to stop himself from begging. He knows he’d have cried, he doesn’t know if he’d have been able to speak at all.)

But Viktor is bustling around the kitchen, singing to himself. In the span of this moment, Yuuri exists outside of his worries. Ten feet away, the love of his life is making a family recipe that Hiroko passed on to him. He sings, and Yuuri’s not so far gone that he thinks Viktor a nightingale, but he loves the sound all the same. His bangs are clipped back behind his ear, his cheeks are rosy from the warmth of the stove. He dances around the kitchen, swaying his hips to the rhythm in his head. Then Yuuri realizes that he hasn’t looked up because he’s wearing headphones and hasn’t heard them yet.

Yurio aggressively removes his hat and launches it at Viktor in one motion. The older man startles and catches it, right before it falls onto a burner. “Vot tye na!” But then he sees them and his whole face lights up. It’s like watching dawn break over the mountains back. “You’re home!”

He’s not going to leave him. When Viktor looks at him, it’s hard for Yuuri to deny that he is loved because Viktor lays it all out in the open. He has never hidden his regard or intentions for even a moment. He loves wholly and without reservation.

The moment ends. The demons pipe up. Yuuri has been wrong before.

He tells himself all the things his therapist told him to. That he is safe. He is loved. He can trust the people around him. He’s going to be okay.

Dinner is a trial. Yuuri usually loves these dinners and he’s furious with himself for ruining what might be their last one. Because Viktor wants to talk. He gets quieter and quieter and shrinks down into his chair until he can’t take it anymore.

Viktor keeps the conversation going. He is cheerful and upbeat, but he keeps sneaking glances Yuuri’s way. Can he not wait to get this over with? Is he itching to be rid of him? He’s bad company, he knows it. He should be a better host, for Yurio at least. Who wants to be with someone who’s always sad and anxious, dragging down everyone around them. Viktor asks about Yurio’s day like the proud dad he is. Viktor would make such a good dad. In the vague way that he considers his future after skating, Yuuri hoped he’d get to co-parent with him someday. Again. From the beginning. Not that having a 15-year-old rage monster drop into their laps wasn’t a blessing. Maybe that’s part of it, who knows? He wouldn’t choose himself as a co-parent either.

Viktor holds his phone aloft, loudly reading all of Otabek’s tweets that Yurio has liked in the past 48 hours, while the kid tries to climb him like a tree to steal it and throw it down the garbage disposal. “Give it here old man, at least my twitter’s not some disgusting shrine to Katsudon like yours is-!”

“No, you took down the shrine to Yuuri in your locker when we moved to St-Petersburg!” He teases, “Is the one in your room at your Zaida’s house still up?”

“SHUT UP!”

And that’s all it takes, it’s all over for Yuuri. He starts to laugh and he starts to cry and the two men in his life stop roughhousing immediately, to stare at him in abject horror. They’ve both gotten better at dealing with crying, in their own ways, but they’re still terrible. They glance at each other, then back at him, then back at each other.

“Hey! Don’t cry! Look what you did asshole, you made Katsudon emotional!”

“Yuuri, oh no, are you okay? What should I do? Do you need-?”

Yuuri hiccups and tries to calm down, but he’s suddenly hyperventilating. “I…hic…I’m just…hic… I’m so happy,” he sobs. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Twice in one day? Why are you always crying?”

Viktor looks nonplussed, “You were crying earlier? He was crying earlier? When?” his gaze switches back and forth between the two Yuris, worry blooming like a bruise. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yurio doesn’t seem to know what to do. He can’t drive himself home and he clearly does not want to be here for this conversation. He pushes back from the table, and because he was raised right, he takes his plate with him and deposits it in the dishwasher. “I’ll be in the guest room, he better not be crying when I come out.” It seems silly to Yuuri, to refer to it as the guest room, when he’s the only one who ever stays in it.

He was worried before, but now Viktor looks panicked, “Yuuri…”

“What did you want to talk about?” he says in a rush. He wants to get this over with. He doesn’t want to get this over with.

Viktor ignores the question.

“Zolotse,” Viktor switches to the chair closest to Yuuri and scoots it even closer, so he can get his hands on him. “Why are you crying if you’re happy?”

Yuuri accepts the hug, lets himself succumb to it, “Because I want to keep it. I don’t want anything to change. Please just… can we not talk about this?”

Viktor pulls away suddenly, violently, to look him in the eye. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, I just thought…” He closes his mouth and looks grim. “Never mind. It’s fine. Forget I said anything. Everything is fine. I am fine.”

Yuuri is not convinced. Viktor’s pain enables Yuuri to function in a way he can’t for himself. He wants to reach out, to comfort him now. Why is Viktor’s heart breaking before his very eyes?

“Wait,” he orders, grabbing his hand to keep him from running away. “I’m sorry. Anything you need to tell me, you can tell me. I’ll listen, I’ll always listen to you. What did you want to tell me?”

“It’s not about getting married,” Viktor swears, and it’s a crack in poor Yuuri’s resolve to listen. It’s cruel of him, to reject him so blatantly though. “I promise I won’t pressure you. Whenever you’re ready. I know I said when you win gold, but just because you won doesn’t mean we have to. You owe me five after all,” Panicked, “I’m joking! Everything can stay exactly the same. I’m lucky to have that much. I won’t ask for more, I won’t.”

“…So… you don’t want to marry me.” He thought he was prepared, but he was not.

Viktor once accused him of willfully misunderstanding him when they fight. He reminds him of this now. “That is not what I said! I’ve wanted to marry you since the day we met. You can even ask Chris. I said that to him. At the banquet I told him, ‘I am going to marry that man, unless he is straight. Please Chris, tell me that he is not straight because I will cry’, I swear.”

“So you’re not leaving me?” Yuuri is wary of getting his hopes up.

“Leave you?!?!”

The way he says it makes Yuuri defensive, like he’s being ridiculous. “You texted me that we need to talk!”

“Yes. Admittedly, your English is better, but how does that translate to breaking up?”

“Everyone knows that ‘we need to talk’ is code for ‘it’s not me, it’s you’, which is code for ‘it’s definitely you’!”

“What.” Viktor scratches his nose. “This is an American thing?”

“Yes.”

“So what do you say if you really just need to talk about something?”

This gives Yuuri pause, because he actually doesn’t know. He shrugs, “Not fucking that.” He might still be a little hysterical.

“Yuuuuuuuriiiiii!”

He sighs, “You know how my mind can be. I guess when I read your text, it got away from me, I thought of the worst case scenario and I spiralled.”

“Okay,” of course, Viktor is ever on a quest to be accommodating of Yuuri’s mental illness. “Then I won’t do that. I won’t prepare you. I’ll just surprise you!”

Wait. Is that worse? That might be worse.

“Surprise! I want to get a puppy! Thoughts?”

“What about Makka?”

“I think Makka could use a little brother or sister! She gets so lonely.” Upon hearing her name, Makkachin, who is very spoiled for attention, woofs from her fancy premium dog bed and prances over to join them. She drops her chin on Yuuri’s thigh, in an oddly accurate representation of her dad’s pout. “Look at her Yuuri, don’t you want another?”

He can’t believe he questioned whether or not Viktor wanted to co-parent with him. They share custody of a poodle.

“And the angriest kitten in all the land!” Viktor adds, when Yuuri verbalizes this.

“HEY!” They all jump and spin around. Yurio stands in the kitchen, holding a cup of water, peering suspiciously over the rim. “You better not be talking about me!”

They are definitely talking about him.

Later, they’re halfway through a movie and Yurio is asleep on the other couch. Viktor and Yuuri snuggle beneath a blanket and Makkachin snoozes on the ottoman by their feet. “I love you,” Viktor says into Yuuri’s hair, “And I want things to change,” he admits bravely. “But only if you want those things too.”

“More dogs?”

They smile.

“More dogs, more rings, more moody teenagers maybe?”

“Can we get those as puppies too?” Yuuri asks, lips against Viktor’s temple.

“Yuuri!” he cries in delight, “Are you asking me to be your baby daddy?”

“YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING!”

Oops. The kitten is awake after all.

[vitya-on-iced]

Hey guys

Don’t you just hate it when your thoughts are plagued by Viktuuri and YOI every fucking day, to the minute, to the second? And like you can make a connection to Yuri on Ice through everything that you see or hear? And then you fall asleep and wake up to History Maker blaring in your head? And whenever you’re around your friends you make a stupid pun or joke based off the anime? And during a house party you sneak into your friend’s phone and play the OST through the bluetooth speakers? And when they make fun of you for having a Viktuuri and Yurio shrine, respectively? And you give away all of your social like just to get on tumblr and ramble on about your problems?

Yeah

Me too

(This happens to everyone, im sure)

[sauvechouris]

@soveryanon, @sazandorable, @perelka-l, here’s the JE haul I didn’t have on me yesterday, plus some of the stuff I did have just for reference. Stand names under the cut, everything found in hall 6 unless otherwise noted.

- Celestial shrine, P670 : that stand that had the Daigo+Metagross and MikuDai card also had this cute Bevenom, + Kayo sticker

- Lillie&USUM protags and Mimikkyu&Pikachu come from either still Celestial shrine or the stand right next to it, I couldn’t tell and didn’t see a name.

- Lychee says yes, R671 : on top of being like, “do you like SorMik? We have ALL THE SORMIK”, they had that cute SuMo card (Hau!) and a Moon charm. I know Aza already saw the DGM card, but posting the photo anyway because did y’all see the adorable SakuTomo mirror? did you? >w

- Sweet creatures, N612 : it’s just cute pokémon watercolors, but they look pretty nice. (On that note, Dessine-moi un pokémon is at N686, but we’ve been there iirc.)

- Kase-san print from Cerulean Nebula, S678 (along with lots of Little Witch Academia stuff, but you don’t need to see exactly how little impulse control I had there.*cough*)

- M697, couldn’t see the name : a zine of gags about the fangirl life. Haven’t read it yet, can’t say if it’s good, but just in case.

- The cats come from one of the first stands I saw and I hadn’t started taking notes yet, so I can only say it was in hall 5, near the exit. :s They had a series of these “character as a cat with a punny name” cards, like Sailor Coon, One Persian, or Kanekineko, but please appreciate the glory that is Cat Captor Chakura :D (The Clear Card Arc Sakura is from there too.)

- Kraft fairies fingers, P701, have a lot of, well, craft, including more reversible manga covers like this one (don’t laugh, it’s nice to have for old volumes, I use it for my Furuba that have been passed to too many people in high school and came back looking like they’d seen war), and really cute little plushies. (Sadly they had already sold their Toothless this year.)

- Things I didn’t expect to see in JE: Jack&Lacie (PH stuff is already kinda rare), and Seccotine claiming a whole sofa like an asshole cat (BD? here??) They’re from Farfadettes, Q699, who also had a Sirius/Remus card and a Zelda fanbook. (pics end here)

- I somehow didn’t write down where I found Tibarn putting the rad in PoR ;o; but it seems to be by KeysaMoguri, P699? (might be only the artist’s name, because I can’t find it on JE’s website.) It was the only Tellius item there, sadly; she said she made it on request of a follower. (Not the first time I hear this for Tellius stuff, and I’ve been making requests to other JE artists before too. For all that feh gave more exposure to the Japan-only games, it doesn’t seem to have done much for the best FE. u.u) (Abyssal, P677, had a card of Reyson… being shippy with Tanith? not my ship, but still nice to see.)

- The one where we saw a Bride Stories card was Hoshi magu, Q678

- The pokévillains were at Yopononoh, S677

- The pride cats are from Puck&Jensuis, S687, who had a Viktuuri wedding picture too.

- Akuo, hall 5, B216 made Cass’ cute Daigo and… Shirona (? i know they have her, I’m just not sure anymore if that’s the one you got) stickers.

- Bull’acide, T677, had the YOI zine and the Journey cards, but they had a Nausicaa card too

- Commissions reference okazou:

Grumpy Soren (so, normal Soren) is from Purr Purr, Q671, who had those adorable potato eeveelutions charms last year (and still have them i think); Orochi is from Bol de riz, N669, where you can vote for the best FE lords, see some cute Reborn stuff (the only one where I’ve ever seen any iirc?), and that one (1) Code Lyoko fanart (again, in the whole convention. Where is that french patriotism?)

- I think VnC is just barely out of Team One Fanart too, even though it’s apparently doing okay :( if you see anything more than the Vani and Noé cards at Lunatic, Q685, please tell me ;v;

- There was someone with really, really cool drawings of fantasy creatures (including pokémons, I didn’t come back in time to grab their Onvern but I saw Ho-oh and Lugia iirc) on gold paper at Les Passe-mondes, M666. Atem included as a reference for their style since it’s the only thing I bought there:

(Not for me, I’m just grabbing everything I see because a friend was very disappointed at the lack of YGO the year the franchise was turning 20. Mou hitori no boku, R683, had some more, but was less about Atem or Yuugi and more about that one blond guy with the tattoo than the name would imply xD I don’t know what the VRAINS characters look like, all I can say for the other series is that I didn’t see Yuma, Astral or the Arc V protag. :s)

- Dakiarts, N658 : Micaiah and Official Radiant Dawn Lesbian

- Hapapas, P699, had TWEWY bookmarks, though I dont know if they’re new or if they were here last year.

- Rainbow toybox, Q687 : cute pixel-styled hoodie!Pikachu on mini (mini, mini) cushions. The yaoi game deserves mention too, take a look at the rules if you pass there, it looks wtf but fun.

- Better together, Q666 : the one with Lillie&Hoshigmo, Ganbalillie&Pixy, and cute Alolan forms stuff

- did you know tumblr refuses to save a draft if you’ve been writing it for too long. (i did and still made the same old mistake.) did you know that when trying to save your text in a moving bus it’s really easy to click on “cut” instead of “copy”. this post is aware of its uselessness and trying to spare you, istg

- Mopi6way, S675 : KNITTED MIMIKKYU, BLACKY!MIMIKKYU, KODUCK!MIMIKKYU, please go look at them they’re adorable. >w

- and finally, Spacing out, R669, is to blame for the pokédragons and pokédogs zipper bags !

This has gone from a stuff-i-got list to one f everything I saw and it’s still not very useful because we saw most of these yesterday anyway, sorry. If nothing else, it can be useful for next year ?

[96percentdone]

First 5 questions Valentine's ask meme

1. Your favourite non-canon ship?Oooouuumaaaasaaaaaiiii!! Oumasai! Ou.ma.sai. My blog is honestly just a saiouma shrine and it’s better that way. It makes me suuuuuper happy and in my heart it’s super canon and totally happened and also Ouma didn’t die.

2. Is there a ship you didn’t like at first but ultimately started shippingI uh....no? I’m very consistent in what I don’t like tbh. Although I didnt care about kamukoma for a long time, but then it grew on me. 

3. What is the rarest rare pair (that you ship)?I really like strawberry panic (kuzusouda). I blame my own ask blog.

4. Name a popular ship you don’t get the appeal of.I hate sai//matsu. I really do. It is entirely based in Kodaka’s sexist bullshit. I can’t get behind it for that reason. I’m not gonna get into my super long rant about it but like. listen. it’s just bad kids. it’s a bad ship.

5. What is your most fluffy + happy ship?viktuuri! It’s canon and it’s happy and beautiful and i’m gay and I need it.

[omgkatsudonplease]

People by Barbara Streissand (from Funny Girl) for Viktuuri please. And i love your fic Beside the dancing sea ❤️

aw thank youuu!!! ❤️❤️❤️

The lights have dimmed, the music is slow, and the elaborate doors leading out to the balcony are swung wide open to let the mournfully sweet tones of a love ballad out into the night air. 

Viktor takes his mystery date out here, seeking a little bit of privacy. Out in the garden there’s sounds of laughter and moaning from the hedges where other couples have fled with the same intentions. His date doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he leans against the railing, elegant evening gown draped across his slim body like a black satin waterfall studded with star-like crystals. Viktor reaches out, takes one of the man’s opera-length black gloves and slowly sliding it off his hand.

The man’s breath hitches, as Viktor gently presses a kiss to the back of his hand. His eyes burn bright and enigmatic, and Viktor burns right along with them, his longing to know the identity of this beautiful stranger overwhelming every other thought.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,” he murmurs. “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand –” 

He presses another kiss to the man’s hand. 

“To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”

“Shakespeare,” breathes his date, a little huff of laughter escaping him. “Of course.”

“Of course?” asks Viktor, quirking an eyebrow.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” replies the man, flushing fetchingly in the dim light filtering out from the ballroom inside. Viktor lays a small trail of kisses along the inside of the man’s arm, feeling him tremble in response. 

“That’s high flattery,” he breathes against the man’s wrist, grinning as the man visibly shivers, “from such lovely lips as yours.”

“Are you only here to compliment my lips?” asks the man, a bite of challenge in his voice as he moves to skim his hand along the underside of Viktor’s chin, tilting his head up to catch his gaze. “Or will you do more than simply pay service?”

The ballad mounts into an ecstatic climax that seems to mirror the heightened joy pounding against Viktor’s ribcage. He leans up, then, boldly traces the man’s cheekbone with the back of his finger, runs a thumb across brightly rouged lips. It smears a little under his touch; Viktor thinks about the prospect of lipstick stains against his suit, and thrills. 

“I’ll claim as much of you as you’ll allow me,” he says quietly, before swooping in and capturing the man’s lips. In turn, he’s rewarded with a hungry moan and the wrapping of the man’s arms around his neck, drawing him even closer. 

“I wouldn’t think of denying you,” the man whispers against the shell of Viktor’s ear, his still-gloved hand stroking Viktor’s cheek as he pulls back to smile at him.

Viktor’s heart stutters; heat blazes through him at the sound of that. He takes the man’s other glove, tugging lightly at the tip of one finger with his teeth until the soft black material slides off with ease. The man lets out a soft moan at that, his head tilted to expose the inviting stretch of his neck, and Viktor quickly begins to calculate the number of steps it’ll take for them to reach the nearest private room, because he’s certain his self-control won’t hold out long.

“What’s your name?” he breathes, only a little desperately (or so he hopes). 

The man chuckles. “Call me Eros,” he replies.

Viktor hums, taking Eros’s newly-bared hand and pressing a kiss to that as well. “Then follow me, Eros,” he replies, and leads him away from the balcony.

[smtfaggot]

me, sitting on the couch 3 feet away from my stepdad maintaining my viktuuri shrine blog: this is a power move

[yuki-chicken]

Hey there Tumblr,

I just wanted to put this out here....this was sent to me just now by my college professor about an assignment and immediately so much things were going through my head and I nearly replied with: “Honestly Kumu (teacher) I need all of the support right now to not want to just quit and end it all right now”

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I didn’t though cause I didn’t want to get referred to the counselor and then they would question me and that sort of makes me uncomfortable. All I honestly want to do right now is wish that I was in an apartment with the fluffiest cat and a corgi with a shrine dedicated to Viktuuri and YoI in general and just live my life. But I cant cause im a college student, with an associates degree, with assholes for family, and a microscopic sized support system. Ahh~ the perks of being the youngest in your family

[paxohana]

Musings of a Pseudo-Author

Yesterday was a fifteen hour day.  It was so much fun.  Yeah, not so much.  At least the company I worked for yesterday FINALLY listened to my recommendations and updated their RAID configuration.  If they had a year ago, the fifteen hour day would have been a three hour day.  I can’t complain though. These guys are a per diem client.  I get paid hourly.  Thanks for funding Pax’s YOI fund for the month.  My shrine shall grow considerably.

The minute I hit the couch last night I was out.  I haven’t been that tired in a long time.  So if you sent a message or an ask, I was passed out..dreaming Viktuuri/MbA dreams.  My favorite :) I also had an Agent Twelve Twenty-Five dream.  I might try to work on that chapter this week if it stays slow.  Knock on wood *taps on head*.

I started writing around six this morning, picking up from the 700 words I wrote yesterday.  Go me.  It got a little hectic in the end at company that must remain nameless.  This chapter is cracking me up.  Since you guys know I always listen to music when I write, I started listening to the YOI soundtrack.  It didn’t really channel what I needed, so I switched to my Call of Duty: Online Daycare playlist.  Yeah, I listen to music while I’m gaming too.  It’s pretty much perfect for what I need today. You’re gonna love this chapter..at least I hope.

Well, I’m going to shut up now since I want this chapter done and posted.  

Have a wonderful Tuesday!

~Pax

[veilnebuula]

First pages of my Viktuuri fanzine “From Japan with love” aka shrine-series! Viktor’s point of view.

(Preorders are still open)

[Part 2]

[phoenix-flights]

Arranged marriage prompt for Viktuuri pls if that's allowed!

Just a bit of blah before the actual drabble starts. I did my best to research traditional Shinto style weddings I cannot promise that everything is correct but if anyone who knows more on the subject wants to let me know how I did… That would be greatly appreciated. Below I have a reference for the meanings of some of the terms used in this drabble, again if they are wrong and need to be corrected or should be capitalized, anything like that, I’d love to know. I’m planning on writing the reception soon, and probably a bit of a prequel because for a drabble… this has a bit of a lengthy backstory that Smarty and I came up with. But enjoy! Terms and drabble under the read more, and if that doesn’t work for you it’s on Archive too. [Link]

Terms to know:

shiromuku- is a traditional white kimono symbolizing pureness and that the bride, or Omega in this case, will take their husband’s family color.

Wataboushi- is what looks like a white hood, it symbolizes the obedience and patience

montsuki- is a type of black kimono with 1, 3, or 5 coats of arms on the shoulder, back and chest

hakama- kimono pants which are usually white and black striped

haori- a thigh-lenth kimono jacket, worn to enhance the formality of the outfit

(these aren’t mentioned but they are what Viktor is wearing, Viktor did most of the fawning over Yuuri in this drabble. But Yuuri will get his chance now that he’s warming up to him. ;) )

Norito soujou - Ritual prayer invoking the gods and reporting to the Emperor

The kannushi (shinto priest) announces the bridal couple’s marriages towards the altar of the shrine

The whole attendance stands up and bow

San san kudou - Exchanging of sake

The bride and the groom drinks sake 3 times from 3 sakazuki (shallow sake cups) increasing in size

Note that the 3 sakazuki has to touch the lips of both the bride and the groom a total of 9 times.

From each sakazuki sake is only sipped the first 2 times and then all the sake is drunk the third time.

Sake- Rice Wine

On to the drabble:

Yuuri kept his head bowed slightly keeping the appearance of seeming submissive to the Alpha beside him but his eyes were bright with a fiery defiance as the nervous scent rolled off of his soon to be husband in waves. He was too determined to be nervous though he felt a little bad for pushing the man away but with their parents insistence that they mate before the wedding despite his obvious aversion to the idea, he harbored an unwarranted wariness of him worried he might be pushy like their families. He had since proven that he at least wasn’t the type of Alpha who would just take what he wanted. Yuuri vowed to himself when he was told about the marriage that the Alpha would have to work hard to earn his affections, but that didn’t mean he wanted the poor guy to be miserable on their wedding day he had earned that at least. As they walked up the steps he let up on his control over his scent enough to let his calm fill the air in an attempt to help the Alpha relax some though he was doubtful at first that it would reach him due to the wataboushi, he has to force back his pleased grin to remain passive as he feels the man’s tenseness fade away just seconds later. The beginning of the ceremony goes by in a blur as the kannushi purifies them and their families before facing the altar and reading the Norito soujou, Yuuri bowing respectfully with the rest of the audience. He sneaks a few glances over at Viktor his cheeks flushing when he realized that the Alpha was doing the same, their curious glances are cut short as the kannushi hands Viktor the first small sakazuki of sake before they turn to face each other.

Viktor takes a sip as instructed before passing the cup to Yuuri, the Omega accepting it trying to force his blush down as Viktor gives him a warm smile before taking his own sip then passing it back with a small reassuring smile of his own. Viktor drinks the rest of the sake then handing it back to the kannushi, the next slightly bigger sakazuki is given to Yuuri first and the process is repeated in the opposite order. Finally the third largest sakazuki is handed to Viktor passed back and forth, then returned to the kannushi after the cups had touched their lips nine times between them. Yuuri keeps the smile for Viktor trying his best to at least make this an enjoyable day for both of them as they walk closer to the altar together, Viktor clearing his throat before carefully reciting the wedding oath in strong voice despite the anxious scent tinging the air. Yuuri bites his bottom lip to keep from smiling at the accented Japanese giving Viktor a small reassuring nod when he notices him looking to him for approval. Yuuri let out a quiet sigh of relief, thanking god that this Alpha doesn’t seem too cocky and is willing to look to him to make sure he’s doing well. He just might see a promising future with Viktor, but he doesn’t allow himself to get too excited by the prospect knowing this is just his first impression of the man without a door between them. Viktor was elated and his heart felt full that his Omega, his Yuuri the one that had taken so much searching, had smiled at him. Several times even. He had done nothing but reassure him without any words since they had officially met at the beginning of the ceremony, and he was so grateful for him. He looked gorgeous in the traditional white and red shiromuku and even with the hood called a… Wataboushi, if he recalled correctly, he could see the light pink coloring his cheeks. The Shinto shrine was beautiful in itself but with Yuuri inside, it was so much more brilliant and awe-inspiring. He couldn’t wait to hold the Omega in his arms, ask him about all of his passions and dreams, and to kiss the soft lips that were upturned in an almost amused way.

He had been devastated when Yuuri turned down his help through his heat but he was thankful after the fact because until that moment he hadn’t realized just how strong willed of an Omega he had been blessed with. As the miko steps forward to give them each a branch from a sakaki tree to present as an offering to the gods he smiles brightly at Yuuri almost in disbelief feeling his eyes well up slightly. They move forward again together just as they would for the rest of their lives to give the gods their offering, Viktor thanking them for giving him the beautiful man beside him. After presenting their offering they both bow twice then clap twice to safely close the ritual, Viktor taking a deep breath as he turns to Yuuri holding out his hand his deep blue eyes shining with unshed tears. Yuuri huffs out soft laugh as his hand slides into Viktor’s a shiver of elation running through him at the touch of the Alpha his eyes meeting Viktor’s unafraid, a satisfaction in the warm brown gaze.“Yuuri… Thank you for doing me this honor.” He slips the ring on Yuuri’s finger a low rumble leaving his chest as pride swells within him. Yuuri ducks his head to hide his happy smile feeling a bit shy suddenly, reaching for Viktor’s hand and slipping the ring on his finger. He takes a deep breath to get his composure back, before saying quietly, “You’re welcome~.” He looks up at him through his lashes coyly, making the Alpha groan internally gently squeezing Yuuri’s hand. “What am I getting myself into…?” he murmurs to Yuuri as ceremony continues and the sake is poured for each of their families to share.

“You have no idea, Vitya.” He purposefully uses the Russian nickname humming happily when Viktor’s breath catches and his scent changes to one of desire. He doesn’t bother hiding his smirk as he leads his new husband over to their families, enjoying the traditional Shinto ceremony but looking forward to the western style reception they would be headed to shortly. Accepting the words of congratulations bowing in thanks, Viktor’s hand on his back making the Omega preen slightly and stand a bit taller knowing he already had the Alpha wrapped around his finger. This was definitely the start of something he could forward to….even if it was a rocky start.

[yoi-unicorn]

My YOI experience

Me: What is Yuri On Ice? It keeps popping up on tumblr everywhere!

Me: Well, it's not my genre, but I can give it a chance

Me: **starts first episode** yeah I'm totally only gonna watch this one and then stop

Me: **binge watches whole show in 2 days, becomes obsessed, sets a shrine for Viktuuri, collects gay shots of Viktuuri on phone, life is ruined, house is on fire** FUCK

[handsingsweapon]

R u doing that number drabble thingy?? If yes, 67 for viktuuri please

67: “My clothes look really good on you.”

Moving to St. Petersburg is a bit of an effort: Viktor packs up all the boxes he’d shipped to Hasetsu, sends them back, and then offers to help Yuuri go back through his things. I don’t need help, Yuuri tells him, which Viktor misreads as Yuuri’s sometimes-streak of stubbornness and martyrdom. Viktor knows him better than almost anyone now, but he’s actually human, still gets things wrong from time to time. It’s the only thing that makes being in love with him tolerable: for so many years, Yuuri’d had a very different idea of a Viktor who was without flaws. His life is still too good to be true but it’s the little annoyances, like this one, that make it believable in the first place, that keep him from having to pinch himself on a daily basis. The real reason is that Yuuri’s never really unpacked, coming back from Detroit. Yuuri stammers through this explanation when he throws open his boxes, admits that after Viktor showed up things got chaotic, and then he got busy, and preoccupied, and -- -- and Viktor just shoots him a small, pleased smile, eyes crinkled around the edges. He kisses Yuuri’s cheek. Doesn’t say what he’s thinking, but Yuuri can guess: you were never going to retire. Viktor believes that Yuuri has two voices; one that he says is small and shouty, and what he means by this is the constant thrum of Yuuri’s anxiety, which always tells him what he can’t do. Viktor says the other voice matters more: it’s big, and speaks less, and it is all the things that Yuuri has done. 

What Yuuri does pack up are his posters, his ridiculous shrine to the Viktor that he didn’t know, back then. Now he has the real thing and the difference is glaring in all the photos, Viktor’s public smile versus his private one, but he still doesn’t put them away. He gets a special box, rolls them up, has them shipped along with everything else.

Viktor’s boxes arrive right on time. Yuuri’s -- everything except the posters, naturally -- get lost in transit. It leaves Yuuri irritable and stressed out, with only a suitcase full of clothes and only a quarter of his training gear, puts Viktor on the phone with the shipping company, yelling at them in Russian. They’re sorting it out, Viktor promises, and he spends the rest of the day making room in his closet to make way for the eventual arrival of Yuuri’s things; decides they’re going to need another dresser, takes Yuuri furniture shopping as a way to fight off jetlag for the rest of the day. 

It’s such a thing that couples do that Yuuri finds himself in a better mood just thinking about it, and couples, it turn out, also bicker over the instructions, particularly when one of them has very clearly not had to put together any furniture in years and one of them remembers very well what it was like to have to manage to stock a dormitory brought to you by IKEA. But it isn’t a real fight. It ends with a dresser they have nothing to put in yet, and laughter, and Viktor orders dinner in and this is how the first day living together in Viktor’s apartment ends.

At night, Yuuri realizes he’s got no pajamas to wear, so Viktor loans him an old shirt from a skating camp he’d volunteered at and a pair of drawstring pants that Yuuri has to cinch tightly to keep from falling off of his hips. They pool dangerously around his feet, and the drawstring’s old, stretches, leaves him feeling like he’s going to be standing around in his boxers with Viktor’s pants around his ankles at any moment. When he finally emerges from the bathroom wearing them and feeling perfectly ridiculous for it, Viktor’s sitting on the couch, sipping at some tea, which he proceeds to nearly spill all over himself before he sets it down on the coffee table with an audible clink. Viktor stands up and marches towards him, and before Yuuri quite knows what’s hit him, he’s been kissed thoroughly, and Viktor’s hands are skimming over the exposed ridge of his hipbones, his fingers drifting underneath that shirt. He tastes like tea; Yuuri tastes like toothpaste.“What was that for?”Viktor looks terribly pleased with himself, might even be wondering if he should call back, if he can convince the movers to lose Yuuri’s boxes forever. “My clothes look really good on you.”