#victuri fanfiction

[yurioyuratchka]

the lack of yuri on ice fanfiction is EATING me alive. I LITERALLY YEARN FOR A GOOD YURI ON ICE STORY THEYRE ALL FROM YEARS AGOOO

[blonndiec]

The Laws of Destiny series by blonndiec

After centuries of observation, scientists and sociologists have confirmed the existence of The Circumfixion Law—affectionately dubbed Murphy's Law of Destiny, ensures that for 24 hours everything leading up to that fated moment either goes spectacularly right… or hilariously, tragically wrong. Combined with the The Quantum Entanglement Theory, it has been proved that soulmates are “entangled” long before they meet, their lives marked by uncanny synchronicities: aligned events, shared dreams and unexplained occurrences toward the inevitable. For Viktor Nikiforov, a 27-year-old figure skating legend at the peak of his career but lonely, and Katsuki Yuuri, a 23-year-old EMT and ballet dancer who believes his dreams have slipped away, destiny has been pulling its strings behind the scenes. Their entangled lives are set to collide at the World Championship Gala in Yoyogi, Japan. Because when destiny decides to meddle, even the most ordinary days turn extraordinary.

⚡Murphy's Law(Of Destiny)

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(Of Destiny)In Your Eyes⚡

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[lucylichtenweg]

Most times I just look for the ship I want, read the summary and then don't read rest of the tags.

I let it surprise me.

[devils-sacrament-catering]

Hot take:

Kinda nice when Ao3 down for a bit cuz then I actually read my damn book

[ebonysficcollection]

Yuuri On Ice (Mostly Viktuuri) Fic Recs

Zanka by rinsled05

A historical au set in the Edo period of Japan. Yuuri is a high-ranking courtesan (basically a prostitute) that Viktor meets while on a political trip to Japan. Very well-written and beautifully traumatic. I am a massive sucker for well-written historical aus, and from what I can tell, it's pretty accurate, and even if it wasn't, it still makes you feel the absolute horror of Yuuri's situation. This fic will put you through the emotional fucking wringer, but the ending is well-worth it.

Take Strength by stammiviktor

A post-canon fic about Yuuri and Viktor adopting a son. Tooth-rottingly sweet and domestic. We desperately need more kidfics in this fandom.

Polyglot Variations by spoken

A sort of character-study of Viktor and his life examined through the lens of his multilingualism. This is legit one of my favorite fanfics ever. This is literally so good and realistic that it feels like canon. It should be. Just. Fucking read it.

hood & glove by Fahye and hawberries

Otayuri fantasy au, where Yuri is a fairy and needs Otabek's help with the plot. I love Otayuri, but most of the fics I find of them aren't really up to my tastes, but this is really good, even if it is short. Fantasy aus don't tend to be my cup of tea, but if you like fantasy aus, you'll like this one.

he's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds by wingchestr

Some of the best fics in the yoi fandom are the ones that are both extremely fluffy and extremely smutty. This is one of them. Just a cute domestic fic about Viktor and Yuuri moving to Russia with a LOT of smut. Like, it's basically just 30k of well-written smut and couple bonding, and it's amazing.

[eijisnotebook]

Victuri oneshot <3

They've both married and retired, a cute little one shot. Half dedicated to Victor's belated birthday. (100% sfw)

The morning sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of their modest home by the sea, casting golden streaks on the wooden floors. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as Victor hummed a tune, barefoot in the kitchen. He wore a loose sweater and pajama pants, his silver hair still slightly mussed from sleep.

"Yuri, dear, if you don’t get up soon, I will eat your share of breakfast!" Victor called, his voice sing-song.Yuri groaned from their bedroom, pulling the blankets tighter around him. "It’s Sunday, Victor. Can’t we stay in bed a little longer?"

Victor appeared in the doorway with two steaming mugs of coffee. "If you stay in bed, you’ll miss the sunrise over the water," he teased, handing Yuri his mug. "Besides, we have to take Makkachin for his walk."

Reluctantly, Yuri sat up, the warm drink coaxing him awake. He smiled at his husband, who was already pulling on a coat. "You’re too energetic" Yuri muttered, though his tone was fond.

Victor laughed. "Retirement doesn’t mean we stop moving, my love. Come on, I want to show you something."

Bundled up against the crisp morning air, they strolled along the rocky shoreline with Makkachin bounding ahead. Victor kept glancing at Yuri, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

What’s with that look?" Yuri asked, narrowing his eyes.Victor stopped and gestured toward the horizon. "Look."

The sea stretched out before them, the waves tinged with hues of pink and gold as the sun climbed higher. Yuri’s breath hitched at the sight. It was stunning, but what caught his attention more was Victor’s expression—soft, adoring, and entirely focused on him.

"Victor..." Yuri began, but Victor cut him off.

"I know we’ve had quiet days like this before, but they never get old," Victor said, slipping his hand into Yuri’s. "Every morning with you feels like a new beginning."

Yuri blushed, leaning into Victor’s side. "You’re so dramatic," he muttered, though his heart swelled at the words.

Victor grinned. "It’s part of my charm."They continued their walk, talking about everything and nothing—the new skaters Victor was mentoring, the small cafe Yuri had discovered in town, and plans to visit Yuri's family in Japan for the New Year. It was a simple life, but it was theirs.

Back at home, Yuri found Victor in the living room, flipping through an old photo album. "Look at us," Victor said, pointing to a picture from their wedding. "We were so young."

Yuri sat beside him, laughing softly. "It wasn’t that long ago."Victor tilted his head. "Maybe not, but we’ve come so far. From the ice to here... it’s been a journey, hasn’t it?"

"Yeah," Yuri agreed, resting his head on Victor’s shoulder. "But I wouldn’t trade it for anything."

Victor kissed the top of Yuri’s head. "Neither would I."

As the day went on, they settled into their routines—cooking lunch together, playing with Makkachin, and eventually curling up on the couch to watch old skating performances. Their life wasn’t as glamorous as it once was, but it was full of love, laughter, and the quiet certainty that they’d always have each other.

And that, they both knew, was worth more than any gold medal.

[dearvitya]

Chapter 2 is finally uploaded!

“Would you like to dance?” Nikita asks. The ribbon in his hair is loosening, his ponytail dropping lower and a few short pieces falling out to frame his face.  He really is beautiful, Yuuri thinks, obnoxious remarks aside. Like the yokai his sister used to warn him about when they were kids, some mesmerizing, impish creature up to no good. He swallows against the uncomfortable lump in his throat.  “Next time,” he promises, and he doesn’t know why he says it, why he just willingly opened up his future to more, but he finds that he means it. He just can’t do it now. How is it possible to feel so thrilled and so scared at the same time? “Next time,” Nikita repeats, and Yuuri can’t understand why his declination has him looking so disappointed. A teasing smile tugs at his lips. “I’ll hold you to that, you know.” Yuuri rolls his eyes, bumping their shoulders together. “Oh, I know you will.” Yuuri’s well aware that he will never hear the end of this promise until he sees it through—and he knows he’ll personally be thinking about it nonstop until then too.

[ddringo]

Kōri

Fire comes alive under his feet. Flames flickering and licking against his calf. Not warm, but cold and sharp. Grows louder and louder. Higher… higher…

Breath… Yuuri lets his eyes open slowly. Sees how far he’s gotten for the edge of the pound. How the figures behind him leave a story for kids to follow when they come home from school. He wonders if Victor will recognize it. His love for him. His love for the ice.

Before him a map. His map.

Yuri on Ice.

He could admire his work for hours when suddenly, the world slows. A moment stretches into a thousand. But even in slow motion, Yuuri can do nothing.

Ice, fragile and thin and abused by the sharp blades of Yuuri skates, cracks with a loud sound and shatters his masterpiece. Shatters his love for home and ballet and skating and Victor. Shatters the place that he’d called home.

Prompt: Falling through the Ice @badthingshappenbingo

[googiesita]

we made history in our hearts.

A Viktuuri fluff without plot, oneshot!

Sorry if it's there any change on the pronouns, I use a translator.

This is also in spanish and in AO3, check it out!

Spanish ver: Wattpad.

AO3 ver: English.

Of crying locked in the bathroom, of defeats, of binge eating and an anxiety that ate him alive, Yuuri Katsuki was not perfect, and he believes, honestly, that everyone knows that.

And yet, there he is, Viktor Nikiforov has him, his face in his hands, his world in his hands. As if it was the cutest thing ever, and maybe for him, he is, no, Yuuri is flawless in his eyes, even with his imperfections, he knows that no one in the world is perfect, but... there was something else about the man with glasses and stupidly black hair.

Something no one else knew.

Passion and love.

No one could love Viktor Nikiforov so well, nor vice versa, they were really the only ones who could do it, the only ones who could love in such an incredible way, so pure, and so lustful at the same time, because no one else could be so passionate.

Yuuri was someone who went beyond what he always expected, Viktor always thought he was going to be alone, he found comfort in solitude, but that also held him back, and when he saw him, with an anxious burden in his chest, all he knew was that he wanted to share it.

''I gave you a thousand reasons to leave, and yet... you're still here.''

''I love you, it's really that simple.''

And his Yuuri would laugh.

''Come into my arms, solnyshko.''

He was a sun, Yuuri was really one, no, he's his sun. The one that made the mornings warmer and more appeasing, more tolerable, yes, he was right.

And yet, he was like the night sky, he was blue, that sad man, who used hunger to calm the exalted anxiety, who used to go into depressive episodes over defeats, but his passion never left no matter what, because Yuuri was made to skate, no one else could do what he did. His lover was like the stars too, maybe the moon, no, no, he was the moon, shining eternally until his time was up, that was Yuuri, his Yuuri, sometimes, that ray of moonlight, stopped shining because of his own shyness and insecurity.

It captivated him completely, because to Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki, he was perfect, that's right, he was a mystery, really.

Were they the same person?

Eros, and Agape, could they exist in the same person? After seeing him, at his maximum splendor, he thinks so, he was lustful, and at the same time, he was a pure being.

And Viktor loved that, honestly.

Now he had a blushing Yuuri in his arms, completely at peace, there is peace on his face and he will do nothing but beg anyone to always be like that. He's looking at him with his little eyes smiling, getting smaller, with a smitten look, crooked glasses, and clasped hands, yes, this is the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

He wants to worship Yuuri as a god himself, to let everyone know that they belong to each other, that there is no Viktor Nikiforov without his Yuuri Katsuki, no Yuuri without his Viktor.

Then he kisses him, and seals that promise, to love each other until all they can, until their bodies give no more and perish, because death is only a path to yet another life, another existence together and if fate doesn't want that, then they will seek each other out to challenge it.

''Liubimiy'' And it is exactly that face that is worth it, that face of happiness, of contentment and complete satisfaction with his life, that was worth having gone to Japan just for him, him and him, because Viktor would always choose him, in his most vulnerable and weakest moments, in those funny and embarrassing ones, and forever, in his good days.

Because it wasn't... surprise, Viktor had a crush on Yuuri since the banquet, (maybe since long before, but nobody knows that), where the sad life of the idol of many was going to take a turn forever, he wasn't happy with his life, skating at some point came to frustrate him, beyond the falls and failures, it was boring him, there was nothing new, and to be left without creativity and inspiration was like being dead.

Then came the great Yuuri Katsuki.

With his pole dancing, his confrontation with Yurio, his tie on his forehead, almost naked at one point, asking him to be his trainer.

That same man he heard crying in the bathrooms, or panic attacks eating him alive before or after skating, the loser boy.

And he thinks, ''What are you laughing at, Vitya?''

''You really don't remember the banquet?''

"Viktor! Don't make me think about that, how embarrassing'' he hides his face in Viktor's neck, and sighs while the silver-haired one caresses his back tenderly, drawing figures on it with his fingertips, he liked to draw little stars, hearts, everything that reminds him of Yuuri.

His Yuuri.

"You amaze me''

''Really?''

He doesn't laugh, he's never laughed at his shy little ''really?'' He knows to perfection how insecure he is, how little trust and love he has for himself, that silly, silly anxiety that only leaves him thinking about the bad, and really, all he wants to do is to love him all his life and never have doubts about his affection ever again.

''Yes, Yuuri, really.''

''That's good to know, because I'll be here with you until you get sick of me'' He says with a giggle that he loves to hear, looking at that ring on his left hand, ''I could never get sick of you.''

He looks at it with those sad, droopy eyes, but they show more joy than others.

''Me neither of you.''

Short and simple little kisses, no, complex, full of emotions to which they still don't manage to put names, but which are all positive in the end, they just call it love.

Intense looks, and thoughts that simply don't exist anymore, there is nothing in their minds but loving each other. 

Shocking foreheads, trembling sighs that mingle, and become one.

Hugs, hugs that shouldn't last so long, but do anyway.

And promises, promises sealed in the form of words already known, that they already know, but have the same meaning as the first time they said it, I love you. 

Because we call everything on the ice ''love'', or for some, (like Viktor) everything that lies on top of him, (i.e. Yuuri lying on his chest).

[blonndiec]

I just read "Icebound" and couldn't recommend more!

"Yuuri’s heart fluttered madly, as though his chest could barely contain the storm of emotions—embarrassment, contradiction, and... the undeniable pleasure of feeling Viktor’s hands enclosing him in a firm grip. His body moved through the routine instinctively, following the familiar sequences with ease, even as his mind spiraled in chaos. But... he still couldn’t do it. He could barely imagine anything more cringy than praising himself aloud, no less in front of an audience"

Loved the descriptions and how giddy (and nervous too) made feel while reading. Also Viktor's method... *wink wink* If you're looking for something to read that follows along the original story but want more spice (and delicious tension) I highly recommend you to read this. Cannot wait to see where the story goes ✨

My newest fic, "Icebound"

Yuuri strives for perfection on the ice, but Viktor’s presence leaves him breathless—and frozen in place. As tension simmers and the line between mentor and something deeper begins to blur, can Yuuri shatter his insecurities and reach for what he truly wants?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61541338/chapters/157330033… … #victuuri #fanfiction #slowburn #smut

[blonndiec]

It's 1 am Mexico City time, and of course now my brain and hands conspired against me so I could start writing my year-long-planned and already outlined Teen Yuuri story.

This is second part of my Sleepless in St. Petersburg Series starting simultaneously with Chapter 11 of Stamps & Sleepless Nights (Meaning: Pretty Soon)

[lucylichtenweg]

I'm sceard of fanfiction under 1k

Most of the time they just the most beautiful thing there is but in not many words.

And I'm left with the feeling that I need more. More words about this story.

But there is non.

[devils-sacrament-catering]

Reusing phrases across fandoms like I'm Pixar✨

[blonndiec]

My favorite kind of Viktuuri 💖✨✨✨✨✨

Definitely a must read, guys

Part 2 of my series about what might happen if the public ever found out about the Sochi banquet a few years down the road -- courtesy of Yuuri & Yurio accidentally (and drunkenly) livestreaming on Instagram -- is now up on ao3!

If you like sappy, married Viktuuri as well as hurt/comfort stories, I think you’d enjoy it!

You can read Chapter 1 here

I'd love to hear what you think :)

[crumchycow]

Nine people you'd like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @thestrangeillusion :))

3 ships

KimChay (LOML)

VegasPete (insane)

And y'know what I quite like KimChayMacau

First ship

Hmmm I don't really know. I'm trying to think about all the anime I watched when I was 12/13 probably somewhere in there. But I wasn't that active in like fandom and shipping wasn't really something on my mind. Maybe Victuri? Also think I shipped teruhashi kokomi and rifuta imu from saiki k.

Oh wait oh god I know what my first ship was

Dipper pines x Pacifica Northwest

Last song

HAHAHAHA boomerang by JoJo Siwa (look maybe kpop has rotted my brain but it's actually kinda good? Like at least the instrumental is at least. And maybe the lyrics are cringe but fuck cringe it's cute)

Last movie

I don't watch movies very often but I think it was mansuang which I haven't quite finished yet

Currently reading

Uh fanfiction mostly. The last book I read was @ae-azile novel Yours. It's really good y'all should read it.

Currently Craving

In terms of food? Nothing really, I guess I could go for some sushi.

No pressure <333 @gaylittlepieceofsh1t @wildelydawn @mr-bazongos @thestarscanalwayslookatus @vegasandhishedgehog @ae-azile @mishcatlady

[asagi-s-garden]

Title: Things You Didn't Realize You Had In Common With Your Husband Until After You've Married Him Rating: T Word Count: 2,588 Summary: "I'm sorry, what's going on here?" Viktor half-laughed, half-snorted from Yuri's other side

"Oooooohhhhhhhh Yuri hasn't told you!?"

Yuri's eyes turned to the size of saucers, his expression completely stark and terrified as he stared at his freind

"Phichit don't you dare-"

"Told me what?!" Viktor chirped excitedly

"Phich-"

"About that time he bit me for an eggroll,"

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23552452