#victuuri ficlet

[sugarbunbie]

for my love on ice

by AG1234VL

Summary: When Yuuri is confronted with a much younger version of his husband one morning, he decides to take him to the rink.

A soft, fluffy fic with de-aged Viktor and Yuuri showing his love on ice. Roughly 1.5k words. Rated G.

Written for Yuri On Ice Gotcha For Gaza.

Thank you @lamusadelils for the donation and prompt! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy this little fic <3

Thank you @yuri-on-ice-action for making this all possible.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

~*~

1. ITMF A) cheerleader Wei Ying!! And any game player lan zhan!!

B) Wei Ying appreciation!!Long fics appreciated. @whateverweilanlovechild​

1A)

drop the game by martyrsdaughter (E, 28k, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, fake/pretend relationship, sports, cheerleaders, flirting, sexual tension, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, crossdressing, dub con, under-negotiated kink, consensual non-con)

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation) Wei ying is not a cheerleader anymore during the time of fic, but he used to be a cheerleader. Further, over the course of the fic he does some cheering and some gymnastics and lan zhan comes very close to having an aneurysm about it. (link in #3)

There’s a whole Sports AU compilation

1B)

some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending)

Waiting for Spring by thievinghippo (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, slight angst, Happy Ending, for a baseball fic, there’s not a lot of baseball, Sports, Baseball)

🧡 I Don’t Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX, Tencent’s 2021 Idol Producer)

~*~

2. I'm in the mood for... A wangxian / yuri on ice crossover fic. Like, wei ying getting over his fear of dogs with the help of makkachin? A wangxian victuuri double date??

prompt meme time, anon, you're effectively out of luck with already posted stuff. there's Son of a - ! by katnor (M, 604, Victuuri, Flirting, Jealous VN, jealous LWJ, Oblivious KY, Crack Crossover, KY's Stamina)

and ch 8 of Rivals AU Bonuses by lily_winterwood (Not Rated, 20k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Social Media, Multimedia, Worldbuilding Bonuses)

and if you read Spanish then

Love is in the Ice by Nimirie (Not rated, 2k, WangXian, Victuuri, Yuribek) and Bajo el árbol de cerezo by Zahiel (E, 83k, WIP, Victuuri, Yuribek, WangXian, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Rape/Non-con Elements, Russian Mafia, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Forbidden Love, Mpreg, Miscarriage) look promising

and

Заходит солнце скоро by fandom Kumys 2020 (fandom_Kumys_2018), Neitent (T, 21k, Yuribek, Canonical Character Death, Background Character Death, Drama & Romance, Dead People, Jealousy, Hotels, Dracula Influence/References, Mysticism, Suspense) same if you read Russian, by which I mean these three don't look like multifandom ficlet collections. that's it, that's the sum total of works on AO3 that are both Yuri On Ice and MDZS/CQL.

~*~

3. Hi! Not looking for a specific fic but instead I was wondering if you have any fics in mind that are about LWJ dealing with anxiety disorder/social anxiety or generally being iffy about social situations. :') It could be in modern setting or canon compliant, both are fine. I just would love to find a fic where dealing with anxiety is one of the important parts of the story (doesn’t have to be the main focus). Thank you in advance!

in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 48k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, cloud recesses, NHS & LWJ friendship, developing relationship, LWJ pov, minor injuries, autistic LWJ, implied/referenced child abuse, aka YZY warning, genius WWX, light angst, hurt/comfort, WWX protection squad, WIP) I think this one should fit? it's been a while since I've read it and I tried skimming it to see but it's a bit long so I'm not sure😭 regardless it's still a great read!

Falling Headlong by floraidh (T, 35k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, skater au, first meetings, first kiss, getting together, autistic LWJ, drunkji)

untitled by brokke_inactive (T, 5k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, autistic LWJ, sensory overload, angst, snapshots, non-graphic animal death)

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation) I found it in a FF or itmf and i love it.

My Boy Builds Coffins by enbysaurus_rex (Not rated, 48k, wangxian, canon divergence, coffin maker au, YLLZ WWX, autistic LWJ, falling in love, hurt WWX, pining, deathscapes, farmer LWJ, burial mounds settlement days, tenderness)

💖 Minding series by WithBroomBefore (G, 85k, wangxian, canon divergence, what if WWX got therapy and recovery post-sunshot, trans LWJ) part three of the minding series by withbroombefore. Lan zhan is uncomfortable with social situations with the wider cultivation world and the jin in particular because he is frequently misgendered. Happy ending.

For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm, 1st in series (E, 170k, wangxian, modern, getting together, pining, porn, onlyfans au, sexworker WWX, minor angst, mental health, therapy is good)

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Loss of Parent(s), Implied/Referenced Suicide, Past Suicide of a Parent, References to Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, References to Anti-Depressant Medications, Escort Service, Loneliness, Everybody’s Abandonment Issues, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Moving In Together, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Hopeful Ending, Recovery, References to Escorting/Sex Work but No Actual Escorting/Sex Work)

sunflowersfield, this fic writer has lots of fics where Lan zhan deals with social anxiety

~*~

4. Hello!! Do you know any fics where WWX discovers that it was LWJ who kissed him in Phoenix mountain? Thank you!! 💜

There’s A Molester On The Loose At Phoenix Mountain!! by sweetlolixo (G, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Crack, Romance)

~*~

5. Hi mods! For the next ITMF I'm looking for fics where it's shown that WWX was raised by Madame Yu! I feel like that fact doesn't appear enough on fics... So some stories where he has habits or things he learned from her, things he says, something he inherited from her or she gave to him, something like that :) Thank you!! @jiangclaritybell

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire) includes a list of the now-dead women WWX has learned from, including YZY

there are *two* stories about WWX, wielding Zidian, as the Violet Spider, a feminine-presenting superhero-of-sorts:

Anywhere you want, just not home by androktasia (T, 28k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Superheroes/Superpowers, Spiderman AU, Secret Identity, Grief/Mourning, Loneliness, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance)

and

let your colours bleed and blend with mine by ravenditefairylights (T, 13k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Superheroes/Superpowers, Spiderman AU, Secret Identity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Crossdressing, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, There Was Only One Bed, Fluff)

❤️ I Started From the Bottom/And Now I’m Rich by x_los (E, 57k, WangXian, WWX/Others, Mutual Pining, Marriage of Convenience, Arranged Marriage, No Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, WQ Lives, Transmigration, Time Travel, Weddings, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy, Black   Widow, Protective Siblings, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Sugar Baby, consort, Politics, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Crack Treated  Seriously) in chapter 3 pre war looks at yiling laozu wwx and realizes that he stole like half of his character from mme yu. It is. A more serious fic than it appears to be XD

~*~

6. Hi! Do you know any fics where wei wuxian's parents are alive but it still is based off the actual canon plot?

From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, CSSR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, Cángsè Sǎnrén Lives, Madam Lán Lives, Qingheng-jun lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Yīn Iron, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR) only has Cangse Sanren alive if that counts?

Home is where your heart is Series by R95irth (T, 1.3M, CSSR/WCZ, JFM/YZY, WangXian, ChengQing, XuanLi, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Angst with a Happy Ending, Horror, Nightmares, Family Fluff, Found Family, Good Parents YZY and JFM, Consensual Underage Sex, Slow Burn, Slice of Life) Also, I hven't read this one but it looks promising

The Return of Cangse Sanren by milesofheart (T, 52k, WIP, WangXian, CSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, CSR & WCZ Live, Angst with a happy ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Burial Mounds days, BAMF CSR)

~*~

7. itmf wangxian with no miscommunication happening in canon timeline if possible, but fine with aus too

hey I just met you, and this is crazy by KeriArentikai (E, 9k, WangXian, POV Outsider, Woke Up Married, married in vegas but with a twist, (the twist is that they totally meant to), Getting Together, Love at First Sight, LWJ Has a Canonically Big Dick, Size Kink, Dirty Talk, Coming Untouched, Unrealistic Sex, Wangxian Speedrun)

~*~

8. I've read stories many about EmperorLWJ/EmpressWWX but can you find stories where it is EmperorWWX/EmpressLWJ? Thanks

The Last Concubine by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 13k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Emperor WWX, Concubine LWJ, LWJ Whump, Forced Marriage, Starvation, Non-physical spousal abuse, Fluff and Angst, Doing the Wrong Thing for the Right Reasons, Happy Ending, WWX Takes Care of LWJ)

travelers through the empty gate by stiltonbasket (M, 44k, WIP, WangXian, Royalty, Emperor WWX, Mistaken Identity, Poor LWJ, Bookshop owner LWJ, Intrigue, Court Drama, Forced Marriage, Confused WWX, POV Alternating, Parenthood, Misunderstandings, Empress LWJ, Requited Unrequited Love, Fluff, Humor, Married Life, Angst with a Happy Ending)

A Flourishing Kind of Love by masked (E, 12k, wangxian, concubine LWJ, gardener WWX, court intrigue adjacent, historical inaccuracy, identity porn, romance)

Like wet earth after rain by jalpari (E, 20k, wangxian, bottom LWJ, getting together, prince WWX, emperor WWX, courtesan LWJ, identity porn, angst, pining, genre-typical worldbuilding)

Every River to Its Sea by knightcaptain (E, 17k, wangxian, emperor!WWX, courtesan!LWJ)

catch this manic rhapsody by anatheme (E, 23k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Emperor WWX, Power Dynamics, AU where the Yiling Patriarch became the First Emperor of the Cultivation World, he calls LWJ his Concubine Lan and baobei, Switch WangXian, Mutual Pining, Immortal WWX)

Conquering the Emperor by catbrainedschemes (E, 21k, WangXian, Historical, Imperial China, Emperor!WWX, General!LWJ, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Historically Inaccurate, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, Slow Burn, Happy Ending)

Silver & Silk Series by farawayanddreaming (M/E, 55k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Emperor WWX, Concubine LWJ, Implied/Referenced Sex, Light Bondage, Devotion, No Plot/Plotless, vibes only, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX)

~*~

9. Hello, can you recommend plot heavy stories in AU setting? Like the plot is about politics, crimes, coup de etat, spy, assassinasion? It doesn't matter who's top/bottom.

mountains, we met by fruitys (E, 79k, WangXian, Historical, The Handmaiden (2016) Fusion, Enemies to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Secret Identity, Touch-Starved, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, falling for the person you’re supposed to be swindling: the love story, getting revenge on the people who manipulated you: the saga, and some cws……., Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Blow Jobs, Rimming)

An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged   marriage, friends to lovers, fix-it, everyone lives au, courtship, polyamory, smut) Canon-divergent au, super plot-heavy, incredible story.

🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld  AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX,   Explicit Sex) 

Wei Wuxian’s Guide to Hacking for Fun and Profit by ArgentInferno (T, 150k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, modern cultivation au, Hacker WWX, neurodivergent wangxian, Therapy for the win, Fluff, Shenanigans, LWJ isn’t good with feelings, Fighting against corruption, Talisman-based tech, Getting Together, Slow Burn, shameless flirting) 

🧡 some life yet unspent by Fahye (E, 28k, WangXian, Background XiYao, Spy AU, Modern AU, 007 LWJ, Q WWX, Fluff and angst, Mutual pining, Injuries, Canon typical violence) 

Duel of the Twins by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 29k, WIP, WangXian, Star Wars Setting, Science Fiction, each chapter is intended to be a whole movie within a trilogy, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, mild body horror, Mentions of Suicide, But only in passing, please take that major character death warning seriously, Angst with a Happy Ending, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Angst)

Hiraeth by cherrywhiskey (E, 155k, wangxian, modern, fluff & angst, friends w benefits, pining while fucking, falling in love, separation, getting back together, angst w happy ending, second chances, food as a metaphor for love, canon-typical Jiang family dynamics, fighting)

Pearls For a Funeral by ElDiablito_SF (E, 30k, wangxian, noir au, 1940s san francisco, rich widower LWJ, gumshow WWX, case fic, all the noir tropes)

~*~

10. Hiii do I have any fic recs in which wy hides his identity as ylp or just hides his use of demonic cultivation in general?

the identity shenanigans comp might have a few

This Tornado Loves You by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 8k, WangXian, Horror, modern cultivation au, Pizza Hut, Humor, Mistaken Identity, Modern with Magic)

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, wangxian, modern cultivation, music, kid fic, action/adventure, canon typical JGY behavior, slow burn, fluff & angst, happy ending)

Crazy, Rich Cultivators by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 13k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivators AU, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, POV LWJ, his started as a crazy rich asians au but quickly got away from me, light moments of angst but mostly shenanigans)

~*~

11. Hi! I think this may be a In the mood for a fic so I wanted to know if there’s any fic where both Wwx and lwj die and are brought back ((no time travel and no modern setting tho)) also angsty

~*~

12. For "in the mood for" could you please recommend fics where lwj and wwx have a lot of...romantic tension? Basically a fic about how they are slowly starting to get more and more affectionate before they have established their feelings for one another. Like they get SO CLOSE to just kissing but they hold back a little? Thank you for your work!

speeding up my heartbeat by plonk (Not Rated, 24k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Gyms)

(I feel like this is hard because we all calibrate tension differently! I hope these recs can help!)

and there was only one tent by detectorist (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canada, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Camping, Outdoor Sex, Blowjobs, Frottage, Car Sex)

The answer has always been yes by Magnolia822 (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Bisexual Male Character, Frottage, Sexual Tension, Unsafe Sex, Getting Together, There Was Only One Bed)

Your Blood on My Lips (tastes like a kiss) by scarletwanlian (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Vampires, Blood Drinking, Roommates, Monsterfucking, except it's monsterxmonster, Multiple Orgasms, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub Undertones, Coming Untouched, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Humor, (or at least attempts lol), PWP, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites, Banter)

Our Eyes on the Road by etymologyplayground (E, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, PWP, Getting Together, Road Trips, Intimacy, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Humor, Banter, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hand Jobs, Car Sex, Hotel Sex, Dirty Talk, Rimming, Coming Untouched, Sexual Tension, Come Eating)

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (E, 39k, WangXian, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, m.. maybe??, its not as intense as a kink, wwx Loves To Teach, Fluff, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication)

Our Song by gusucloudbunny (T, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, straight boy wwx, bisexual wwx, Heteronormativity, Sexuality Crisis, coming out to yourself, comphet, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Music Majors)

New Habit by Medegela (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pining, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, and they were ROOMMATES, straight boy wwx, Touch-Starved LWJ, Light Angst, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Flirting, and lots of hugging, Texting, mentions of lwj/others)

~*~

13. Hi!!! For the mext itmf can you recommend me a fic where wq and wwx is a friend (or bestie)? I like it when those two work together like a mad scientist or care with each other. It can be a story about that or their friendship only in the background. Thank you!!!

Always Be Closing by betts (E, 32k, WangXian, divorcing QingXian, Modern AU, America, Office, Kid Fic, Drunken Kissing, Semi-Public Sex, Sexting, Divorce, Falling In Love, Bank Robbery, Secret Relationship, Co-workers) it's a divorce fic between them with end game wangxian but I love how despite they're past they're still such good friends.

The Ballad of Hanguang-Jun and The Yiling Patriarch by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 40k, WangXian, ChengQing, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Arc, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Humor, kinda just crack, Misunderstandings, POV Outsider, Crack Treated Seriously) 

Magical Mishaps by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 96k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, hogwarts au, misunderstandings, happy ending)

this Tumblr fic by hunxi-guilai WQ pounces upon WWX to deliver a medical hand massage (in part with the intent of teaching him to return the favor.)

Core-Thieving Hand by x_los (T, 5k, WangXian, WQ & WWX & WN, Body Horror, Fullmetal Alchemist Vibes, Nuclear Horror Vibes, Found Family, Neon Genesis Evangelion Vibes) showcasing WWX and WQ (and WN!) as Science Siblings; canon diverges in the middle of the core transfer, with the result that core research takes an even darker turn that nonetheless winds up saving more lives; an examination of the terrible decisions scientists face in wartime and living with the repercussions thereafter

💙 Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, wangxian, WQ & WWX & WN, modern w/ cultivation, getting back together, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, case fic, pining)

sort the whole thing out by el_em_en_oh_pee (T, 5k, WangXian, Epistolary, Relationship Advice, Advice Columns, Everyone Is Gay, (or bi. or trans.), Background Relationships)

sacrifice by quillifer (E, 9k, wangxian, ABO, heat/rut, bottom LWJ, omega LWJ, top WWX, beta WWX)

A Match In Hell by MxModern (E, 7k, wangxian, rape/non-con, modern, ABO, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, crime boss LWJ & WWX, enemies to lovers, rape, extremely dubious consent, dark wangxian, dead dove do not eat, suicidal thoughts, breeding kink, violence, semi-public sex, under-negotiated kink, light bondage)

We're Sex Positive In This House by MxModern (E, 9k, wangxian, modern, ABO, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, virgin LWJ, anal sex, mating cycles/in heat, light dom/sub)

Myopia by rustycol (M, 67k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WQ Lives) Water Margin crossover; WWX, WQ, and WN are living incognito among a band of nomadic smugglers; they share quite a bit of medical, cultivational, and forensic shoptalk, including the Western theory of the Four Humors and how it compares to the Yin/Yang model. Unfortunately hasn’t been updated since June 2019

~*~

14. Hey! Can you rec some more stories of WangXian where WWX is living in CR with LWJ after being engaged/married. I'm kinda looking for angsty stories, so I guess I'd like to see WWX trying to adapt but gets punished for breaking the rules and becomes depressed. Thanks!

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, wangxian, No Sunshot Campaign, Arranged Marriage AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, dissociating, Mild Blood, Fluff, juniors idolizing WWX like he deserves, slowburn between WWX and Cloud Recesses, Hinted smut, Jingyi has a CRUSH, Supportive JC, Mojo’s Post)

Finding a Home by Duochanfan (T, 8k, wangxian, arranged marriage, light angst)

What Comes After Love by Rainbow_Horizon (T, 17k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Protective LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, POV WWX, Sad WWX, Jealous WWX, Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, Post-Canon, Insecurity, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Break Up, Separations, Healing, Husbands, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, marriage issues, Marriage Proposal)

call my name (but only if you mean it) by sortablue (E, 27k, WangXian, Different First Meeting, Canon Divergence, Sexual Harassment, not between wangxian, Arranged Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, WWX POV, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Slight Role Reversal, Hopeful Ending) similar to Concord but goes in a slightly different direction

~*~

15. i have read "𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 " by naqaashi and it's simply my favorite mdsz fic. the new chapter five has just made me more insane for this fic. i'm searching for more fics with a similar plot i.e. time travel au where both wwx and lwj have returned to the past, BAMF wangxian, and not cultivation world friendly, very character critical

~*~

16. Hello again! It’s been a while but I hope everyone is doing well. For the next ITMF, could i get more stories where someone finds wwx wandering around either poor or sick after canon and takes him in? Like something similar to Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller or Story-Shaped by lingering_song. I’d really appreciate it, thank you 💜 @jikcf

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort)

Achievement Unlocked 🔓 by UseMyMuse (E, 49k, wangxian, ABO, transmigration, crack, sassy system, canonical character death, kidnapping, accidental child acquisition) Not exactly what was asked for, but the same vibe! Wwx dies in canon and transmigrates to another world with ABO genders. He wanders around as a lone cultivator until lwj picks him up. :)

a grain of millet drifting by RoseThorne (T, 7k, NHS & WWX, Assassination Attempt(s), Introspection, Regret, Travel, Post-Canon, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Ghosts, Reconciliation, Exhaustion, Pining, Pre-WangXian) I have one that might count. Nie Huaisang sends someone to shadow wwx, and protect him from assassins.

~*~

17. Hello, do have have some recommendations on fics where a) wwx is adopted by hualian from tgcf? Or b) fics where everyone around wwx is very protective of him yet he doesn't realize that or he doesn't feel like he deserves it? Thankss @scorpionical

17A)

Narrative of Strength by MeltedIceAngel (T, 34k, WIP, WangXian, HuaLian, Canon Divergence, Adopt WWX, Found Family, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective XL, Protective HC, Adoption, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Serious Injuries, Angst with a Happy Ending, TGCF)

the hearth series by eccentrick (G/T, 65k, WangXian, HuaLian, Found Family, fluff with plot, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Disabled Character, Ableism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, slow burn found family, Adopt WWX, Married HuaLian, Post-Canon TGCF, Kid Fic, TGCF Spoilers)

🧡 The Red Ribbon by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, WangXian, HuaLian, Canon Divergence, Ghost City, a bit of beefleaf, Immortality, Cultivation Partners, Juniors, XL and HC find a child who happens to be WWX, Fluffy wangxian, WWX is a Supreme Ghost King, First Time, TGCF)

Crown Prince Hua Wuxian by Bluemoonstarlight (G, 19k, WIP, WangXian, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, JFM and YZY Bashing, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JYL Lives, Cultivator JYL, Supportive JYL, Protective JYL, Good Sibling JC, Protective JC, HuaLian Adopt WWX, Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Sunshot Campaign, Grandpa JW, Grandma MNQ, Abusive JFM, Abusive YZY, Grandma BSSR, BSSR is WWX's Grandparent, WWX is BSSR's Disciple) a revised version of Crown Prince of Heaven and Ghost City, for anyone who’s missing that one

17B)

could you find a way to let me down slowly, if you're leaving baby let me down slowly by ravenditefairylights (M, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Implied/Referenced Sex, Miscommunication, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Hurt WWX, Mutual Pining, Unreliable Narrator, Self-Esteem Issues, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Protective Siblings, Trauma, Slightly dubious consent, courtesy of drunk sex, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Phoenix Mountain, Chronic Pain, Getting Together, Fix-It of Sorts, One Braincell Trio, PTSD)

~*~

If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what  you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack,  whatever - it’s all good!***

[victuuri-skates]

If forced to choose, Yuuri would say that stolen moments with Victor were his favorite ― sleepy kisses on the train ride home, collapsing on the bed and drenching the sheets in sweat after their morning runs, making pirozhki together on snowy afternoons, their hands somehow always managing to find each other during the night.

There was something to be said about the quietness of being loved.

Growing up, Yuuri had expected love to come in a great tidal wave, its power relentless and all-consuming. That’s what Mari had told him, anyway, when she had begun dating her first girlfriend at the age of thirteen. Yuuri had taken this knowledge and stowed it away, waiting for the moment that he felt that first rush of love.

So, when Victor had dominated the skating world as a child prodigy, it only made sense that Yuuri had made the connection, wasting no time in running out to purchase every poster he could get his hands on. There was something about watching Victor skate that made him feel raw inside, as though his body couldn’t take the longing.

Now, though, Yuuri knew better. Falling in love with Victor ― the real Victor, not the one from his posters or the televised press conferences ― hadn’t been a grand, flip-of-the-switch moment where everything had suddenly changed. Instead, it had been a deep, quiet tugging in the pit of his stomach, drawing them silently together.

As months passed and Victor continued to coach him, he decided that he preferred the quiet; the unremarkable moments where nothing particularly splendid happened were a steady, constant, irrevocable reminder that he was loved, through and through.

Yuuri let out a heavy sigh, watching as pale afternoon light reflected off of the gold band that sat on his right hand. Next to him, Victor was snuggled under the three duvets that layered their bed, his icy feet pressed up against Yuuri’s exposed calves.

It had been a month since the Grand Prix final, and while Yuuri was relieved that he’d made it to the podium, he’d somehow managed to return to St. Petersburg from Barcelona with more questions than answers.

Namely, their matching rings.

Yuuri hadn’t necessarily intended for the rings to symbolize an engagement; if anything, he had been looking for a way to promise Victor all the things he couldn’t work up the courage to say aloud. However, once Victor had publicly announced that they were to be married after Yuuri won gold, he was no longer entirely sure what the rings meant, and the topic hadn’t been brought up since.

“You’re quiet,” Victor murmured, poking him in the side.

Yuuri shifted to face Victor, pulling the covers up to below his chin as he stared at him. His face was achingly familiar, his bright eyes and lopsided smile feeling more like home than anywhere else.

“You’re making me nervous, zolotse.”

Yuuri shook his head as he intertwined their hands, squeezing them for reassurance. “No, you don’t need to be nervous. I guess I just have a question that I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Victor raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Yuuri swallowed thickly, trying desperately to ignore the violent whirlwind of nerves in his stomach. “Did you mean what you said in Barcelona? About getting married?”

“I thought that it was obvious,” Victor said, his eyes softening. “Of course I did ― although only if that’s what you want.”

“I do,” Yuuri said. “But what about gold? I didn’t win it this time around, and there’s no guaranteeing that I’ll win it at this year’s final.”

“Oh, zolotse,” Victor murmured, “that was just to intimidate the other skaters. You could never place again, and I’d still marry you in a heartbeat. You’re my everything, Yuuri.”

Yuuri smiled softly at him. “And you’re mine.”

The room grew still as snow began to fall outside, and it was in this quiet moment that Yuuri found peace.

[paxohana]

Menagerie, Pt. 8

@princessmimoza​ and I are back with another chapter of Menagerie.  This may sound egotistical, but I think this is the best yet!  We hope you enjoy and let us know what you think!

Need to catch up with the reset of the fic?  You can read it here!

The morning was bright when Yuuri woke, the birds singing their melodious morning calls.  Yuuri stretched slightly and opened his eyes.  When he had regained his senses, he smiled brightly.  He was going to a play with Viktor and his family that day.  Though they had recently just seen each other, Yuuri would not complain that he’d be seeing Viktor again that day.

The play was scheduled early that afternoon, but he was going to remain busy until then. There were a few mothers that wanted him to accompany them to the doctor’s office since they couldn’t understand the terminology used.  Yuuri put their souls at ease when it was explained to them in a way they could grasp it better.  They insisted on paying him, but Yuuri would hear nothing of it.  He always suggested they buy a toy for the baby and their siblings if they had any.  He usually didn’t win entirely, however, the mothers usually sending him various dinners within the next few days.  It left Hiroko and his sister proud of him. His father was an entirely different story.

“Remind me why you can’t work today?” Toshiya asked.

“I promised the Smith, Decker, and Janssen families I’d help them at Dr. McGuire’s practice,” Yuuri explained, “They fear for their children’s lives.”

“After that?” Toshiya inquired.

“I’ll be heading to the playhouse with Viktor this afternoon,” Yuuri replied, trying to hide his excitement.

“I expect you to put in double the time tomorrow.  We still have to balance the books that you can’t understand,” Toshiya stated, watching Yuuri nod his head sadly.

“Yes, Father,” Yuuri said, trying to not let his wonderful mood deflate.

He ate a quick breakfast of oatmeal and fruit.  He didn’t talk to anyone at the table since they were only discussing the family business and the ball of the year coming up within the next few weeks.  Yuuri didn’t want to think about it since he’d be pressed to go, asking a young woman he didn’t connect with as his date.  He wondered if Viktor felt the same.

Upon returning to his room, Yuuri fell onto the bed and rested a forearm on his forehead.  His mind was swimming with thoughts of Viktor: the times they spent together, the run-ins in town, the brimming thought of love towards Viktor that Yuuri tried to battle with all his might.  He was afraid it would spill over and he wouldn’t be able to contain it, but he tried his best to carry on his life even with the heavy burden ladled onto him.  Lost in his thoughts, Yuuri didn’t hear the door to his room open.

“How are you, little brother?” she asked, sitting next to him on the mattress.

“I’m in love, Mari,” Yuuri declared forlornly.

“Oh, Yuuri,” she said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him against her. “Is there anything I can do to ease your mind?”

Yuuri shook his head and fell back onto the mattress again.  He knew there was no chance whatsoever for himself and Viktor, but he still held on to the fragment of the dream. He wanted to believe fate was favorable to him and Viktor, but all Yuuri could grasp was the far-fetched dream.

Yuuri and Mari talked about Yuuri’s predicament until neither had any words left.  With one final hug and a kiss on the cheek, Mari left the room.  Yuuri stood and sighed.  He had a few hours until the play began, but Yuuri wanted to chat with Viktor before it started.  He wanted to learn more about Viktor: What he loved, his favorite color, best childhood memory, first pet.  The list that went on in Yuuri’s mind seemed infinite, so Yuuri tried to whittle it down to a few inquiries.

After kissing his mother goodbye and donning his straw hat, Yuuri made his way to the slums.  The families he would be helping set up appointments for mid-morning and Yuuri was running late.  He wasn’t known for being tardy and he wasn’t going to start that day. Running until he reached the Decker residence, Yuuri stopped and caught his breath before knocking on the door.

“Yuuri,” Mrs. Decker said, “You look flushed. Are you feeling alright?”

“Just a little jog to get here, Mrs. Decker,” Yuuri explained, “Is little Caitlyn ready?”

Taking the baby from her so she could don a light jacket, Yuuri cooed at her daughter.  The baby had respiratory issues since she was born and Dr. McGuire couldn’t figure out why.  Yuuri knew it was only a matter of time before the elderly gentleman suggested Mrs. Decker take her daughter to the city for better care.

When the last residence was reached, the group headed for the doctor’s office.  Yuuri held casual conversation with each mother, talking of gardening, appliances in the house that needed repair and their husbands’ long hours at work.  Yuuri tried to empathize with them, but it was difficult considering his station in life.  Making mental notes to contact a few handymen he knew, Yuuri engaged in talking to the Janssen siblings. When they reached the doctor’s office, Yuuri held the door for everyone and followed once the last person had entered.  Dr. McGuire was waiting for them and began listening patiently to one of the Janssen twins talk about the family puppy.

“Are you ready to be my assistant, Yuuri?” Dr. McGuire asked.

“Most definitely,” Yuuri said, rolling up his sleeves and following the Smith family into an exam room.

Glancing at his pocket watch, Yuuri saw he only had two and a half hours before meeting Viktor.  While he was happy to be helping each family, he couldn’t wait for time to speed up so he could see Viktor.

“Patience,” Yuuri whispered to himself.

***

Viktor remained busy that morning and hoped he would be finished in time for the play. While he normally found them boring, he was eager to see this one.

He’d be watching it with Yuuri.

His father had already declined his invitation since work was so heavy that day in the steel mill.  He wanted to require Viktor to remain, but Viktor’s mother reminded him that Viktor was going with a friend.  He agreed albeit grudgingly.

Viktor raced home when he had an hour before he’d be meeting Yuuri.  He dressed quickly, wearing a long-sleeved dress shirt, a silk vest and khaki trousers.  Finding his best pair of dress shoes in the closet, he chose a crimson cravat to complete the look.

He still had twenty minutes before he had to meet Yuuri and the playhouse was not that far from his residence.  He skipped down the stairs that led to the street and whistled merrily until he reached a lemonade stand.  Even though the day was somewhat chilly, Viktor knew a lemonade would be welcoming to both of them.  He purchased two cups and resumed heading toward the playhouse.

Yuuri was standing in front of the building when Viktor arrived.  Loving the way Yuuri nervously fiddled with the light jacket in his arms, Viktor paused and watched him for several moments. He knew he would never tire of Yuuri, and now was no different.  

Snapping himself from his reveries, Viktor called out Yuuri’s name and waved when Yuuri grinned.  He closed the distance between them and handed Yuuri his lemonade.

“Thank you, Viktor,” Yuuri said before taking a sip and continuing, “This is quite refreshing.”

“I’m glad you like it.  It’s from Old Man Gilbert’s stand.  He sets up near my house on Fridays,” Viktor explained.

“I guess I need to find out where you live,” Yuuri joked.

“I’ll give you the grand tour,” Viktor said, winking at Yuuri.

They finished their drinks and tossed them in the garbage bin before heading inside.  The theater was abuzz with chatter and it unnerved Yuuri.  While he was used to busy gatherings and social engagements, they still managed to make him uneasy.

Viktor picked up on Yuuri’s discomfort and placed a hand on Yuuri’s shoulder.  Looking down when Yuuri moved his head, Viktor leaned over and talked so only Yuuri could hear him.

“How about we find our seats early?  It shouldn’t be so crowded inside,” Viktor suggested, pleased when Yuuri nodded.

When they passed through the heavy wooden doors, the theater proper was sparsely dotted with people.  They had balcony seats in Viktor’s parents’ box, so Viktor led the  way.  It didn’t take long to reach the box since the play wouldn’t start for another thirty minutes and most playgoers liked to mingle before the performance.

“How are you doing?” Viktor asked, placing a hand on Yuuri’s knee.

“Much better,” Yuuri replied, “Thank you for that.”

“My pleasure, my sweet Yuuri,” Viktor said, giving him a warm smile.

They chatted for a bit longer until the room began to fill with people and they couldn’t hear each other without shouting. Promising they would chat more once the play ended, they settled into their seat and indulged in the wine one of the attendants left.  The lights grew dim and the curtain was starting to rise, signalling the play was about to begin.

“Enjoy the show, Viktor,” Yuuri whispered, grinning at Viktor when he looked at him.

“You too,” Viktor whispered back, taking Yuuri’s hand and squeezing it before releasing it.

***

“I can’t say it enough,” Yuuri started, “but that was utterly fantastic!”

Viktor had invited Yuuri to his house after the play since neither wanted the evening to end.  When Yuuri agreed, Viktor felt as if he were on a cloud and he didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I agree,” Viktor said, stopping in front of a grand estate, “and this is my house.”

Yuuri looked at the entrance and was blown away.  The house itself was huge and surrounded by decorative iron gates.  Gas lights topped little lanterns on the stone pillars, and Yuuri noticed the lights around the walkway, glowing enough to guide one ot the next paver.

“You live in a beautiful house, Viktor,” Yuuri stated.

“Wait until you see the solarium,” Viktor said.

“You have a solarium?” Yuuri asked incredulously.

“Yep,”  Viktor said, opening the gate, “Come on.  I’ll show it to you.”

Yuuri followed Viktor and nodded when Viktor pressed a finger to his lips.  Viktor had told Yuuri that his parents would be fast asleep since they were heading out of town early the next morning.  Yuuri asked Viktor if it would be better for him to visit another day, but Viktor would hear none of it.

The path through the foyer to the dining room was silent but Yuuri was impressed with the opulence of it all.  He thought his house was decadent, but it paled in comparison to Viktor’s.

“Through here,” Viktor whispered, catching Yuuri’s attention.

Going through the double French doors, Yuuri’s breath caught when he looked at the glass ceiling.  The stars were twinkling brightly as if they were putting on a show for he and Viktor.

“This is… I don’t...I have no words,” Yuuri declared.

“My mom had it built last summer,” Viktor explained, “I spend a lot of time here when I have something on my mind.”

“It’s beautiful,” Yuuri said, “I would spend every minute of my day in it if we had one.”

“I’ve been spending a lot of time here recently,” Viktor confessed.

“What conclusions have you come to?” Yuuri inquired.

Viktor sighed and sat on a wicker loveseat, patting the cushion next to him for Yuuri to join him.  He wanted to tell Yuuri what was on his mind, but he didn’t want to scare Yuuri away.  He had been quite tactile since meeting Yuuri and he didn’t want to change their relationship, but he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep it to himself.

“I came to the conclusion that even though we’ve only known each other for a mere few weeks, you’ve quickly become one of my best friends,” Viktor said.

“I feel the same way, Viktor,” Yuuri said, giving Viktor a sweet smile.

“There’s more,” Viktor admitted, watching Yuuri’s eyes grow, “I’m not sure if this will be uncouth or not, but I’ve begun to grow quite fond of you, Yuuri.”

“And I you, Viktor,” Yuuri said, flinching when Viktor pressed a finger to his lips.

“I don’t think you quite understand,” Viktor said once Yuuri fell silent, “You capture my every waking moment, I ponder how you are many times a day, I dream of outings to take you to.”

Yuuri remained silent while Viktor talked but felt his heart speed up.  Viktor was describing exactly how he felt.  While it was a relief, Yuuri was nervous as well.  Wanting to know exactly what was on Viktor’s mind, Yuuri interrupted him.

“What exactly are you trying to tell me, Viktor?” Yuuri asked.

“I’ve fallen for you, my sweet Yuuri,” Viktor whispered, searching Yuuri’s eyes with his own.

Taking a deep breath, Viktor’s words reverberated in Yuuri’s mind.  He was ecstatic that Viktor felt the same way he did, but was concerned about how it would affect their relationship.

“I’m sorry if it seems as if I unloaded on you, but I couldn’t remain silent for any—”

Yuuri silenced Viktor with his lips.  He didn’t ponder the after effects of such an action, but he wanted Viktor to know exactly what he meant to him.  He felt Viktor’s shock from the gasp of breath he took, but it passed quickly.  Moments later, Viktor placed his hands on Yuuri’s knees and returned the kiss, his lips becoming pliant under Yuuri’s. They remained that way for several minutes and neither of them wanted the kiss to end but knew it must.  Finally out of breath, Yuuri pulled back and took a deep breath.

“I’m venturing a guess that you feel the same way?” Viktor asked.

“I’m positively smitten, Viktor,” Yuuri confessed.

Viktor grinned and nodded, feeling his heart soar as if carried away by doves.  He leaned in for a brief peck on the tip of Yuuri’s nose, Viktor smiling when Yuuri giggled.  Looking up at the sky, Viktor gasped for the second time that evening when he saw the shooting star streak across the sky.

“Did you see that?” Viktor questioned.

“We have to make a wish,” Yuuri said, closing his eyes and thinking.

Viktor looked back at the sky and thought about what he wanted most in life.  He wanted Yuuri in his life for the rest of his, and he wanted him by his side forever.

“What did you wish for?” Viktor asked.

“A chance between us,” Yuuri confessed, “You?”

“An eternity with you by my side,” Viktor declared.

“I like that,” Yuuri said, leaning in for another kiss before speaking again, “I have to get home. I have a very early morning tomorrow.”

Viktor nodded and helped Yuuri to his feet.  He wanted to walk him to the door and kiss him senseless on the stoop of the stairs, but he didn’t dare.  There were too many prying eyes in the neighborhood and the last thing his family needed was a scandal.

“Would you like to meet me for dinner tomorrow?” Viktor asked.

“My father’s birthday is tomorrow,” Yuuri informed him, “We’ll be going out for dinner.”

“Polo on Wednesday then?” Viktor suggested.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Yuuri said, “Until then, Vitya.”

Viktor smiled and watched Yuuri disappear down the street, closing the door behind him.  He stood there for several moments longer, remembering the feel of Yuuri’s lips on his.  Lightly touching his lips, Viktor turned around and faced Clare.

“Was that the young man you fancy, Viktor?” Clare asked, smiling wisely when Viktor nodded, “He has such a pleasant disposition.”

“Were you eavesdropping, Clare?” Viktor inquired.

“I was derailing your mother’s path to the kitchen,” she informed him, “I didn’t think you wanted to be caught in a compromising situation.”

“Thanks for that, Clare,” Viktor said, placing his hands on Clare’s shoulders and pressing his lips to her forehead.

“What are you going to do?”

“Pine away into nothingness over him,” Viktor said sullenly, “There is no place for us in society.  I’ll enter a loveless marriage, produce children just for the sake of heirs.  It makes me want to run away from this life.”

“Oh, Vitya,” Clare said, giving Viktor a hug and patting his back, “Fate may have something pleasant in store for your future. One never knows.”

Nodding and sighing a moment later, Viktor returned the hug, hoping Clare was right.

“I’m going to retire for the night,” Clare said, “I’m always here if you need support, Vitya.”

“Thank you, Clare.”

Watching the maid disappear around the corner, Viktor sighed once more and felt his lips again.

“Maybe my dream will come true,” Viktor whispered in the still night air, snuffing out the lamp moments later, “Perhaps.”

[rageofthenerd]

Prompt! Yuuri's reaction to seeing Young Victor's press conference where he's not paying attention and eating chocolate (from Yuri on Museum)? Or maybe Victor recalling that?

Yuuri sits on the floor, hands on hisknees, and rocks back and forth as he waits for Victor’s press conference tocome on.  The only thing he likes as much as watching Victor skate isseeing him interviewed after.  It’s hisbest resource for learning more about the boy behind the legend.

Victor always seems confident and happyin public, but Yuuri senses there’s something shallow about it.  He wishes he understood who Victor truly was,that Victor trusted him enough to share secrets and be his real self.  Yuuri knows it’s stupid, though.  A genius like Victor would never be friendswith someone like Yuuri.

“Yuuri, do you know where my chocolateis?” Mari barks from the other room.  

“Nope,” Yuuri calls back, beforefrantically stuffing chocolate wrappers into his pockets.  He’s developed a habit of eating when he’snervous or excited.  Really, Mari shouldknow better than to leave her candy out when Victor is on TV.

Fortunately, Mari must get distractedbecause she doesn’t pester him any further.  

Then the press conference comes on and Yuuriforgets all about hiding the junk food he stole from his sister.  

He rises up on his knees, bouncing with anticipationand stuffing chocolate in his mouth (he might eat part of a wrapper), as Victorcomes into frame.

A hot blush rises on Yuuri’s cheeks.  Victor’s hair is falling beautifully aroundhis face; his skin is flawless, his eyes stunningly blue, as always.  A tingling pressure spreads in Yuuri’schest.  It’s a sensation he’s beenfeeling more and more when he looks at Victor, and he’s not quite sure what itmeans.  

“Victor,” asks one of the reporters fromoff-screen.  “You’re only seventeen andyou just won your second World Championship. You’re totally peerless.  Is thereanyone you’ll be celebrating with tonight?”

At first, Victor wears his usualheart-shaped grin, his eyes crinkled. Then he opens his mouth to speak and no words come.  Yuuri watches, stomach twisting strangely, asthe smile slips from his face.  His eyes castdown.  Yakov jumps in for him, talkinganimatedly about his star pupil’s success, but Yuuri can’t focus on thesubtitles to understand what he’s saying. He can’t stop staring at Victor’s expression.  Something is wrong.  He knows it. He wonders if he’s the only one in the world who does.

Without looking, he grabs another pieceof chocolate and brings it to his mouth…at the exact same moment that Victor picksup his own chocolate bar and takes a bite. Yuuri freezes.  He can hardlybelieve his eyes.  Part of him knows it’sridiculous, but he can’t help but feel a connection between them.  

He knows in his adolescent, hormonal,fanboy brain that it’s fate.

***

“You remember that?” Victor asks.  He cups Yuuri’s hips where Yuuri straddleshim on their couch.  

“It always stood out to me.  Usually you were so engaged in those sorts ofinterviews.”

“But you saw right through me, didn’tyou.  And then you thought it was fatethat we were both eating chocolate at the same time.  God, you’re adorable.”  He presses a kiss to Yuuri’s cheek.

“I was thirteen,” Yuuri grumbles.  He fiddles with one of Victor’s shirtbuttons.  “I shouldn’t have told you.”

“I’m glad you did.  You were right, you know.  I remember that interview.  It was the first time I realized how alone Iwas.  Outside Yakov I didn’t have anyfriends.”  He tucks a strand of hairbehind Yuuri’s ear.  “I wish I’d knownyou then.”

“No you don’t.  You would have thought I was some kind of crazedfanboy.”

“I still do.”

Yuuri flicks him on the arm.  He pouts his cutest pout, knowing exactlywhat effect it will have.  Victorcrumples.

“Please don’t make that face.  You know I’m a fanboy for you too.”

“Prove it.”

Victor’s eyes spark.

“How?”

Yuuri leans in close, taking Victor’s jawin his hand to demand his undivided attention. Victor licks his lips.

“Go get me some chocolate.”

For reference: 

[neutronstarchild]

Hello my dear!! How about 16 and 73 for the trope mash-up? Thank you!! 💖

AHHHH @fawn-eyed-girl you even gave me the opportunity to pick my own ship! It's gonna be Victuuri. Hm. Prison AU and Stranded Due to Inclement Weather

Yuuri hated these appointments. Speaking with the worst of the worst types in society as they tried to excuse their crimes by claiming they were insane. As if being committed as a psychopath was somehow better than serving time.

It was even more laughable when they claimed to be innocent.

But... who was this one?

Yuuri was only there for an evaluation. One quick in and out to confirm that Victor Nikiforov was competent to stand trial (he was) for identity theft of all things. But Yuuri did not question it. He was there because his boss told him to be there. It was an easy call. 10 minutes, in and out, paperwork signed, back to his weekend plans of playing video games.

That was, until the tornado warning. And they were ferried into a small room together, a tornado shelter, with all the others who had been in the visitor's room when the storms first came. A guard stood watching the other pair--the big tattooed man and the shabby-suited public defender--and seemed to pay Yuuri and Victor no mind.

And for whatever reason, Yuuri didn't mind. He felt surprisingly comfortable in Victor's presence, despite the man being a criminal.

"Do you think they'll deport me?" Iceberg-blue eyes stared Yuuri down, but unlike the characteristic coldness he was so used to in this place, they were wide with concern. "I can't go back."

No one would know that Victor was originally from Russia. His accent sounded smooth and exotic, but not characteristically Slavic, as if he was determined shed all of his identity when he emigrated and stole a dead man's life.

"I can't speak to what the courts or judges will say for your case," Yuuri shrugged. "I was just here for a consult on your mental health."

"You don't know what they do to ga--to people like me there," Victor murmured. "I broke the law and will pay my price to society, as long as I never have to go back."

Oh.

As if a morning fog had burned away, Yuuri saw Victor's case file again in his mind. Clearly.

"You fled because they discovered you were gay?" Yuuri asked, trying to keep himself from giving too much away about himself.

"My father is a government official. They caught me with... with someone and..." Victor was concentrating his ice-blue gaze on their entangled hands. "I had to leave."

Yuuri knew he was about to walk down a forbidden path. That Victor's attractiveness and his own sexual orientation were about to make this a massive conflict of interest, but... he didn't care. There were other psychologists who could evaluate Victor, after all.

"I have... a friend. Who helps people like us," Yuuri said; he hoped that Victor caught the double meaning. "A lawyer."

"What?" Victor's eyes widened further.

"Just... don't make me regret it," Yuuri frowned. He always thought he had great instincts, and his instinct was telling him he needed to do this.

"I--I won't," Victor said.

One would think that something like an "all-clear" signal after a tornado warning would make everyone sigh in relief, but on that day, at that moment, it was the most disappointing announcement Yuuri had ever received.

He didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.

"Yuuri?" Celestino answered the phone on the second ring. "Is everything okay? The news is talking about a tornado outbreak--"

"Victor Nikiforov. Uh. Please take on his case," Yuuri cut to the chase. "I'll pay. For everything."

"It's not like you to get attached like this," Celestino probed.

"I know but..." Yuuri gulped. "Well, when you meet Victor, you'll see."

They hung up by the time Yuuri had made it back to his car. The sky was still green, but a beam of light hit the file that was laying in the front seat, the one that said "Victor Nikiforov" on it.

"I hope I'm right," Yuuri said to the file, seeing a man so desperate to run away from persecution that he'd brave prison to avoid the gulag. "And I sure hope I get to see you again."

From the Prompt Mashup Game!

[belesslikeme]

feeling YOI nostalgia as I watched FS Cup of China today, so here, have a post-Cup of China ficlet

“Why did you kiss me?”

It was the first thing that fell out of Yuuri’s mouth when Victor closed the door of the silver medallist’s hotel room after them. Since they said their goodbyes to other skaters after the medal ceremony Yuuri went silent, only reacting to Victor’s happy gibberish with indistinctive hums and nods. He was gathering his strength not to cower and leave the confusion caused by that kiss unresolved. He needed to know, he needed to have answers, no matter if it was going to crush him and his hopes down.

Victor’s happy demeanour changed instantly after the words resonated in the small room. He stopped looking at Yuuri and turned his eyes down.

“You see Yuuri… I want to be honest with you…”

Why is he looking so sad so suddenly? He is regretting this, isn’t he? - was what ran through Yuuri’s mind, this whole situation only fuelling his anxiety.

“…I owe you an apology.”

Ah… Here it comes – ‘Sorry— you know how impulsive I am’, ‘Sorry – it didn’t mean anything’, ‘Sorry – it was just a joke’, ‘Sorry…’

“I am sorry, Yuuri, but it seems that I am just the worst coach.”

Yuuri’s train of thoughts spiralling down into more self-deprecation drew to a sudden halt when Victor said that, resignation in his voice as he continued, staring at the floor.

“I made you cry just before competition and then I knocked you down on the ice, which seriously could have ended up in an injury, what was I thinking? What’s more I didn’t know that my very own student could jump a quad flip? Maybe Yakov is right, I shouldn’t call myself a coach after all…”

“Victor, stop! You are the best coach I’ve ever had. Period. I wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t for you, not to mention win a silver medal.”

“Yuuri…”

“That’s the truth. But – what does it all have to do with my question?”

“Because you see, Yuuri – a professional coach never should have fallen in love with his student. And I... Have. I am in love with you. That’s why I kissed you and that’s why I am just the…”

“Just Victor.”

“Yuuri?”

“That’s why you are ‘just Victor’ and that is all I ever asked and will ever ask of you – just be Victor, please.”

Victor’s eyes searched Yuuri’s incredulously, but he must have seen something in them, the assurance that his words were true, because he started smiling, a little teary-eyed, but still. However he didn’t manage to say anything back before Yuuri continued.

“Well, I might ask you for one more thing.”

“Anything.”

“Kiss me again?”

And so the worst coach but the very best Victor did.

[worldofcopperwings]

Yuuri/Victor: "is this your first time?"

Yuuri swallowed to get rid of a lump in histhroat, but it refused to disappear. If he survived, he was going to kill Phichit for making him do this.Well, in a sense it was his own fault for losing that stupid bet, but who wouldhave guessed Phichit was going to win?

Yuuri swallowed again andwatched as the small plane rolled out of the hangar, followed by a man who waswalking after the slow-moving plane and checking something behind the wings.Yuuri glanced at the airplane, horrified, and then did a double take as theperson following the plane was walking closer now, crouching so he could slip under theairplane’s wing.

“All checked and ready to roll, Chris,” the manshouted through the open door of the plane, and the pilot gave him a thumbs-upthrough the front window.

Yuuri stared at the man, whonow turned to face him with a smile. His hair was a fascinating silver colorand his eyes were bluer than the sky. He was wearing one of those plane mechanic’soveralls, but somehow he managed to make the overalls look like runway high fashion ashe strolled over.

Jumping out of an airplane wasgoing to be terrifying.

But well, jumping out of anairplane with that strapped to his backwas surely going to be…interesting.

That beinghis skydiving instructor—Yuuri looked down at the booking information he hadprinted out—Victor Nikiforov, who was undoubtedly one of the hottest men Yuurihad ever laid eyes on. He stopped in front of Yuuri with a radiant smile on hisface.

“Yuuri Katsuki?” VictorNikiforov asked.

Yuuri could only nod.

“Welcome to Nikicomet Skydiving school! My name is Victor Nikiforovand I’ll be your instructor for today’s jump. Is this your first time?” Victorasked, shaking hands with Yuuri.

Yuuri nodded and tried to findhis voice. “Yeah,” he managed.

Victor measured Yuuri with hiseyes. “Nervous?” he asked with a slight laugh.

“Terrified,” Yuuri admitted.

“No need to be nervous, Yuuri,I’ll be doing all the work. You just need to enjoy the ride,” Victor said witha warm smile. He even had the audacity to winkafter his words.

Yuuri was pretty sure thatdespite being terribly afraid of heights, he was definitely going to enjoy the ride.

-

Send me a prompt into my ask box from this link and get a ficlet!

[yoiangstweek]

« once I start I cannot stop myself »

A piece on the prompt Anxious for Day 5, written by @theliteraryluggage. Who’s ready for some anxiety and some sweet, sweet Hurt/Comfort? You can read the full ficlet on AO3! Mind the tags and enjoy the pain 💜💜💜

[sunnycastiel]

Never Been Kissed

Katsuki Yuuri had never been kissed before in his life. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be kissed, that he had had opportunities and simply didn’t take them. No, he had never had the opportunity, mainly because other people seemed to simply not be interested. At age ten, it wasn’t a big deal. He didn’t care that other kids didn’t have crushes on him like his friends seemed to. It wasn’t a priority to him. Even as he grew into adolescence, it didn’t bother him. He saw his peers begin to date, but it didn’t mean anything to him. He knew that he was too busy training to even think about dating, and that he shouldn’t be acting on his feelings for anyone anyway. The realization that maybe this wasn’t normal happened when he was eighteen, in Detroit, talking to his new roommate. In the middle of a conversation, he had suddenly realized that no, he had never been kissed. The exclamation of “how?” and that he “couldn’t believe that” didn’t make Yuuri feel better. It made him look on himself and think, huh. You’re right. How? Then again, Yuuri could believe how. He knew he wasn’t really.. desirable. Not in that way anyway. Not in any way. And even though from that point on, Yuuri continued to act as if it didn’t matter to him, it did. It nagged deep under his skin, whenever he saw a couple, or craved some sort of affection. A thought of “you’re not good enough” traced through his mind whenever he saw a love story on TV, or when he read a romance novel. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t a big deal, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, what’s wrong with me? Why am I the one that no one wants to kiss? At that point, there hadn’t been anyone he had really wanted to kiss. That didn’t stop him from wanting it, and wanting it deeply. And it only got worse when Viktor showed up.

It was all he could think about some days. What would it feel like? Just to touch their lips together, to be that close and intimate to the man? Even with that fantasy in mind, Yuuri became terrified. He was now 23 and had never kissed another person in his entire life. Would he even know what to do? If someone he really liked (Viktor) decided to just suddenly kiss him, would it be terrible? He had no experience, had no idea what it would feel like, or what felt good. What if he messed it up, and they rejected him? They would know that he wasn’t good enough, and should never have tried anyway. The fantasy turned into more of a nightmare each time it entered his mind. A comfort came in the fact that he knew no one felt that way about him, especially not Viktor. People just didn’t think of him like that.  Which was why he was always missing the signs. He missed Viktor glancing at his lips while he was talking, or even when they were just hanging out. He missed Viktor touching him all the time for no reason, going out of his way to be close to him. Yuuri didn’t notice that his personal space was constantly being violated, or at least he didn’t notice that any of these things meant anything. He especially didn’t notice that Viktor was intending on a lot more than a hug after his free skate. Their reunions were always emotional after a routine, and Yuuri was expecting a lot after a routine like that. And Yuuri missed the warning signs. He missed the eyes locked on his lips instead of his own eyes, missed the heat in Viktor’s gaze instead of his usual proud one.  But as their lips connected, suddenly Yuuri didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care that he could have been kissing Viktor long before this moment, or that he could have kissed anyone before. He didn’t care that he hadn’t been kissed for 23 years of his life, because this one kiss was worth the wait.

[victuurikatsu]

The many times Victor Nikiforov dreamt of how soft and pliable Katsuki Yuuri’s lips were seemed to be endless. But he knew boundaries, he wouldn’t kiss him unless the circumstances called for it, and god did he hope for them to call for it.

In Hasetsu, Victor found himself falling out of love with the idea of him and in love with the very core of Yuuri. His drive, his unrealized beauty, his passion the moment he glided across the ice and truly became the most beautiful person he’d ever seen on the ice, were what drove him to remain patient and hopelessly loyal. Victor figured if his lips wouldn’t be graced by the soft plushness just yet he would find an excuse to brush at them every chance he had. Whether it was to demonstrate his own Eros by asking him to show his true one soon while gently traversing the softness of his lips with the pads of his thumbs, or applying lip balm on his constantly chapped lips, or even swiping away at a grain of rice that stubbornly strayed at the corners of his mouth no matter what he did, it was enough for Victor especially when he was rewarded with a blush and a shy look down to the ground for the first few weeks.

Victor had gotten close once to knowing the feeling during a beautiful summer day where he had decided that they should have an off day and explore the beach. He adored the way the sound of the seagulls reminded him of Piter, but the beauty of the beaches of Hasetsu were enough to render him speechless. He’d sat at the shore with Yuuri an endless amount of times, but he wanted to truly explore it with him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so broadly that his cheeks hurt from the flawless effort. Makkachin seemed more like a puppy as she kept up with chasing them around the water, Yuuri had even initiated a water fight as he splashed Victor senseless, eliciting a chorus of giggling and laughter. After a long day chasing Yuuri and Makkachin across the sand, getting enveloped in the salty ocean water and only resting to have a few snacks that Hiroko had graciously packed for them, eventually it was time to call an end to their day by rinsing down in the accessible showers to get the remnants of sand away. As soon as he twisted the spout on, Victor saw Yuuri staring at him through the gentle waterfall. His heart shaped smile only grew broader as he reached over to rustle up Yuuri’s hair and he returned the gesture as they laughed together under the spouts with Makkachin prancing between them and shaking excess water against them.

As they reached to turn off the water, Victor made a grab for the towels and worked to pat away at the droplets that clung on to his silver tendrils and again he caught Yuuri staring.

“Do I have something on me?” Victor asked brightly.

Yuuri furiously shook his head and continued to look on with a look that was a mixture of awe and possible curiosity. After a few moments Yuuri appeared to find resolve and found the nerve to ask something that Victor had learned seemed to be truly intimate in Japan.

“Could I dry your hair?” Yuuri inquired.

Victor threw the towel over at Yuuri and stood directly in front of him, peeking over his shoulder with a wink.

“Of course, I’ll leave it to you, Yuuri!” Victor said absolutely delighted.

He could hear Yuuri laughing nervously but soon his hands were working the towel gently against the length of his hair. It was something Victor thought he could get used to if only to have any excuse to be this close. He hadn’t realized he was in a daze and that Yuuri was done until he opened his eyes and saw Yuuri was directly in front of him.

“Will you do mine now?”

With softened eyes, Victor nodded and ran his fingers through the dampness of Yuuri’s hair. He had previously worked with his hair as they tried to figure out what look would be best suited for him when he was out on the ice, and each time he got lost in the raven strands. Today Yuuri smelled like the ocean and he could still make out the scent of his shampoo. Just as he was sure there were no more stray drops, Victor nudged Yuuri and smiled fondly down at him.

“Shall we head back for dinner and a soak in the onsen?”

Yuuri nodded and walked beside Victor, his body seemed less stiff than it usually was and Victor was delighted to witness that.

“Hey Victor?” Yuuri began.

“Yes, Yuuri?”

Yuuri abruptly stopped walking and looped his arm around Victor’s shoulder, bringing his head down so he could lace a quick kiss against his temple and the top of his head.

“I...I feel a lot of gratitude right now and I didn’t know how else to show it so.” Yuuri said clearly flustered.

Victor’s heart threatened to burst from his chest, as he gently placed his finger tips against his temple, though it was quick the feeling of Yuuri’s lips against them were even softer than he could have hoped for.

Yuuri was about to apologize for the intrusion when Victor asked, “May I show you mine?”

Wordlessly Yuuri’s mouth gaped open in curiosity, his eyes searched Victor’s for a clear answer on what he was about to do, but he nodded all the same. Victor smiled gently down at the man before him, as he drew a lithe hand up to rustle at the tendrils of sunkissed hair once again. Victor then made the swift move to kiss against Yuuri’s temple and then his forehead. He heard Yuuri gasp at the forehead kiss and glanced down to see that same lovely blush he loved to see starting at the bridge of his nose and scattering to the edges of his cheeks.

“Thank you for a wonderful day, Yuuri.” Victor said softly.

He noted just how close he was to Yuuri’s face, and was surprised that Yuuri hadn’t repelled back as he usually would have. Instead, Victor had to be reminded once again that Yuuri was a world of surprises especially as he felt Yuuri’s fingers interlocking with his own. There were no more words that had to be spoken between them, and for now Victor was more than okay with working through the feeling of how wonderful it was to feel the warmth of his hand against his own as they walked back to the inn in absolute harmony.

[stammiviktor]

It’s the summer before the 2017-18 Figure Skating season and Yuuri and Viktor are designing their upcoming programs. Everything anyone says is Olympics-this, Pyeongchang-that. This will be Yuuri’s first Games (if he qualifies, he keeps saying).

Honestly, the Olympics are the furthest thing from Yuuri’s mind. He’s focused on something else entirely:

This is Viktor Nikiforov’s final competitive season.

After an illustrious career that redefined the meaning of success and revolutionalized figure skating, at twenty-eight years old, he’s finally ready to retire, a feeling of satisfaction lingering where emptiness had been the first time he tried to retire. He has left everything on the ice and he’s ready to take a step back and be Katsuki Yuuri’s coach and soon-to-be-husband, instead of his fiancé-slash-competitor-slash-rinkmate-slash-coach.

Yuuri is thrilled for Viktor, and he knows it is time. He sees the excitement sparkle in his eyes when he talks about his plans for after retirement, when he throws around ideas for the wedding they’ll have in a year’s time. But he’s a little sad, too, just like he knows Viktor must be even though he keeps his negative emotions close to his chest out of habit. Yuuri is Vitya’s partner first, but he will always be Viktor’s #1 fan, and he looks to the upcoming season with something bittersweet lodged in his chest. He wants to help Viktor make his final programs special, but he wants to make his own skates honor Viktor, too.

They are in Hasetsu for the beginning of the summer, eating too much fried food, taking lazy jogs on the beach with Makkachin, and sketching out ideas for next season at Ice Castle. Yuuri, the beginnings of an idea forming in his head, digs his old keyboard out from his closet and plugs in his headphones. He has never been much of a piano player—he had very few formal lessons—but he has a great ear for melody. It’s part of what makes him such an amazing skater.

Yuuri fiddles around for a few days, taping little bits of melodies and scrapping them when he listens back and deems them too childish or too wandering. In his mind as he plays he pictures Viktor’s face and the warm security of Viktor’s arms threading around his waist, holding him close.

Eventually, one day, he finds it—a melody he hears and thinks: Vitya.

He records it, sends it to his friend Ketty in Detroit along with a paragraph explaining the story he wants the piece to capture. They go back and forth for weeks trying to perfect it.

Yuuri wishes he could unveil the piece for the first time in front of the world and Viktor, but Viktor is his coach and that is impossible. So instead he works on sketches of choreography in secret to go along with it, and on the day before they’re scheduled to return to St Petersburg he invites Viktor to the rink. He sets up the speaker, presses a kiss to Viktor’s cheek and says, “Watch closely, darling. I made this for you.”

Then he skates out to center ice, hears the violin start to sing the melody he so carefully created, and begins skating his tribute to the twenty years of life and love that Viktor Nikiforov, Russia’s Living Legend and Five-Time-World-Champion, has given to the ice— but most importantly, to the life and love that his Vitya has given him ever since he first saw him skate on a small TV in this very rink.

When Yuuri looks up from his finishing pose he sees Viktor skating out to him, tears shining in his eyes.

“Yuuri,” he whispers, his face buried in Viktor’s neck as they hold each other tight. That’s all he can say in that moment— just ‘Yuuri’.

In February, Yuuri wins Olympic Gold. For Viktor, despite the silver medal around his neck, it is the highlight of his career.

[and-then-yoi-happened]

YOI shapeshifter AU where every character has an animal form, but they’re supposed to only let the closest and most trustworthy people in their life know about their second identity. They don’t always have control over when they’ll transform next, and can’t go for too long time periods without transforming. Optional: soulmates are a thing in this setting and you and your soulmate turn into the same kind of animal. Victor of course turns into a silver/platinum standard poodle and Yuuri turns into a black standard poodle. Makka is the first one to get it and is over the moon that Yuuri has a poodle form too. 

The rest is basically the same as canon, just that there’s the shapeshifting issue where they have to gain the trust to show each other their animal forms. All the small moments where one of them is in poodle form and the other isn’t, not knowing yet that it’s Yuuri/Victor. Victor hoping to meet the gorgeous black standard poodle again that he got to pet by the beach, wanting Makka to meet that darling too. (He was so shy! But in the end he gave Victor’s hand a doggy kiss! And maybe he’d be a new friend for his beloved Makka? And in his most desperate moments he hopes the black poodle is actually Yuuri in his animal form...) 

Yuuri loves being in his poodle form around Victor. Victor is so kind and sweet, and always looks so excited to see him. When he first meets Makka in his form the brown poodle can barely contain herself and Yuuri instantly knows she understood... That one time at the beach they’d played together, with Victor watching them fondly. After a while he called for Makka with open arms and Yuuri followed her, both barrelling into his arms until Victor lay flat in the sand, laughing and trying to cuddle them both. 

For Victor it’s more difficult to safely transform. He’s staying in Hasetsu where basically everyone knows each other and a standard silver poodle would gain attention easily... and also he so badly wants Yuuri to see his other form. To roam around freely, since he’d spent too much time of his life hiding away without enjoying the outside... 

Sometimes, revealing yourself isn’t a big moment, and it happens unplanned. One evening in late summer, Yuuri is next to him on his bed. They’re watching a movie and Victor couldn’t help but melt into Yuuri’s side, his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. Yuuri had just fondly smiled at him, and asked if he was too tired to keep watching the movie. Yes, he’d been exhausted, but like hell would he admit it and risk that Yuuri would stop the movie and go into his room to let Victor sleep. When Victor shook his head, Yuuri hummed, and as time passed his head began resting on Victor’s. Besides the army of butterflies in his stomach, Victor couldn’t remember when he last felt so safe and content. Sleepiness took over him and he fell asleep. 

He woke up to Yuuri sitting a foot away from him, eyes wide and hands covering his mouth. Victor’s heart began to race. He wasn’t in his human form anymore. Slowly, he looked up at Yuuri, a quiet whine escaping him. Yuuri looked away and back at him, worrying the hem of his shirt between his hands and biting his lips. After a moment that seemed to go on forever Yuuri’s eyes got their determined glimmer back. He reached out to Victor, palm up for him to nuzzle into, and smiled. 

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me, I won’t tell,” he murmured, and opened his arms. “You can come to me if you want.” 

It took Victor a second, before he slowly moved towards Yuuri’s open arms. Reaching Yuuri’s side, he rolled together against him and rested his head on Yuuri’s belly. Yuuri’s arm came down around him, holding him close, while his other hand gently petted his head. He hadn’t noticed that he’d been shivering, but now that Yuuri held him he could breathe evenly again, and the tension left his body. 

Makka woke up and came over from the foot of the bed where she’d been napping. She turned around a few times until she decided on a place between Yuuri’s legs, where she cuddled up against both of them. 

He felt Yuuri shift underneath him, and heard him swallow. 

“I... I think I’m not ready to show you yet. I want to, I really do, but I still need a bit more time, ok?” Yuuri whispered.

Victor nuzzled into Yuuri’s side, and looked up at him. 

“Thank you, Victor,” and after a pause he added, “a-and I’m also thankful you felt comfortable enough to transform. Even when it happened accidentally. I’ll try to not let you wait too long.” 

That night, Yuuri stayed for the first time, sleeping next to Victor and Makkachin.

[wolfiethewriter]

Apparently I wrote a Victuuri AU ficlet where Victor teaches skating noob Yuuri how to skate. I should post that sometime.

[paxohana]

Menagerie, Pt. 2

“Son, you returned home rather late last night.”

Viktor glanced at his father as he took another piece of toast.  Morning arrived before Viktor knew it and he felt fatigued having only a few hours sleep last night.  He spent hours imagining Yuuri’s smile and how their friendship would progress.  Once he fell asleep, the few dreams he did have were filled with the man with the jet black tresses.

“Yes, the ball was quite the spectacle,” Viktor said.

“How was Darla?” he inquired.

“She was well.  I think I may have angered her,” Viktor admitted.

“Her father rang me early this morning.  It seems she was in a right state when she returned home,” Ivan relayed.

“I apologize, Father.  I know I did not treat her with respect.  I just can’t relate to such trivial matters she discusses,” Viktor confessed.

“Her father has placed too many expectations on you, Viktor,” he started, “Expectations I don’t require you to uphold.  There are plenty of other young women to choose from.”

Viktor nodded and stirred his tea absently, thinking of how soon his life would change.  How soon he’d be bogged down with a loveless marriage and children that were produced for status only.  He wanted so much more out of life but was trapped within the confines of his stature.

He continued his breakfast in silence, not wanting to be reminded of the dismal existence that awaited him.  His mind was swimming in thoughts of Yuuri and how he was looking forward to the time they’d spend the next week.  He figured if he could charm him that morning, he may have something worthwhile to fill his time with.

The morning trudged by slowly, leaving Viktor feeling antsy until he could leave the house.  His father demanded he remain in the den at home fielding calls and answering correspondence with business associates.  While he found it boring, it was part of his responsibilities as the son of a magnate.  

But once the afternoon arrived, he would be free.

His father insisted that Viktor socialize with his peers and allowed him freedom every other afternoon.  He took advantage of it, often chatting with friends in the park over lemonade or playing in one sport or another.  Polo was his favorite and he was especially looking forward to the session that Wednesday.

That day, however, was not Wednesday, but he was able to call it an early day at the office.  He was off to meet Thom and Harold in the park for checkers.  After a quick goodbye and a peck on the cheek for his mother, he was off.

The day was unseasonably cool but Viktor found it welcoming and he took his time venturing toward the park. He stopped to speak briefly with the butcher, inquiring about how his wife and newborn daughter were.  He visited the cafe on the street corner for a glass of iced tea.  He knew he was running late to meet his friends, but the day was too pleasant to pass up on such leisurely activities.

He placed a few coins on the table and turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks.  There at the counter stood the object of his sleepless night: Yuuri Katsuki.  He looked rather dashing in his suspenders and straw hat, and Viktor found himself further attracted to the man.  Smiling before heading toward him, Viktor quietly coughed to get his attention.

“Viktor!  Fancy meeting you here!” Yuuri exclaimed, giving him the dazzling smile that charmed him the night before.

“I thought that was you.  Did you make it home alright?” Viktor inquired.

“After seeing my date home, I made a stop to sit on the hill,” Yuuri said, “You know the one that overlooks the river?”

“With the giant weeping willow?” Viktor questioned, smiling when Yuuri nodded, “One of my favorite places in the city.”

“I love going there to think or daydream,” he explained, “Lately it’s been more daydreaming.”

“What of, pray tell?”

“I’m sure you don’t want me boring you with nonsense,” Yuuri muttered, thanking the shop owner for the pastry he ordered.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I thought it so,” Viktor stated.

“I see myself in other neighborhoods, other countries doing good deeds by healing their sick.  Innoculations to help children grow up strong and healthy,” he explained, “but I would feel terrible if I shirked my responsibilities here.”

“I think that’s a rather admirable daydream, Yuuri,” Viktor said, “Furthermore, have you talked to your father about making it a reality?  Having a doctor in the family usually increases status in society.”

“As the only son, I’m expected to take over his legacy when he retires or passes.  I couldn’t leave it to anyone else,” Yuuri said sadly.

“I understand. On to pleasant matters,” Viktor said, not liking the misery falling over Yuuri’s beautiful face, “Are you looking forward to polo this Wednesday?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he said, beaming at Viktor once more, “How should I dress?  I’ve seen it played but never tried a hand at it myself.”

“Horse riding trousers and a comfortable shirt.  Once in a while someone takes a spill, but that’s rare,” Viktor explained, watching horror creep into Yuuri’s face, “I promise we’ll take it easy since it’s your first time.”

“Wonderful,” he said, smiling at him before bowing slightly, “I apologize, but I must get going.  I have a prior engagement, but it was a pleasure speaking with you again.”

“The pleasure is mine, Yuuri,” Viktor said, returning with a smile of his own, “Until Wednesday.”

After ordering another tea to take with him, Viktor thanked the proprietor and left the cafe.  His head was swimming with the short conversation he had with Yuuri, but knew it would bolster his entire day.  Thinking that Wednesday couldn’t arrive soon enough, Viktor whistled happily on his way to the park.

Pt. 1

[rageofthenerd]

Prompt for you: more of Yuuri appreciating Viktor's freckles (that have never been proven. ;))

“I told you; I don’t have freckles.”

“What about here?” Yuuri says, pressing a kiss to something that looks suspiciously like a freckle on Victor’s shoulder.  “Or here.  Or here.”  He traces a path up the side of Victor’s neck with his lips.  “Surely you have one or two here.”  He kisses the peaks of Victor’s cheeks; the tip of his nose.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really.” Yuuri fights a smile.  “You’re sure there’s absolutely nowhere on your body where you have freckles…”

Victor’s eyes flicker.  Yuuri watches him debate with himself, amused.

“I guess, if I was going to have one, it might be here.”  He points to his bottom lip.

“I see.”  Yuuri leans in and kisses him full on the mouth.  A small noise of surprise and pleasure hums from Victor’s throat.  It spurs Yuuri on.  He licks into him until they’re both panting, clawing at each other with desperate fingers.

“I can think of one other place I might have a freckle,” Victor murmurs.  He waggles his eyebrows like an idiot.

“How many times do I have to tell you,” Yuuri says as he pops open the button on Victor’s pants and tugs down the zipper, “your pick-up lines are awful.”

“Maybe I’d believe you if you weren’t taking off my pants right n–”

“Shut it.”