#victuuri wedding

[yaoiconnoisseur]

Happy anniversary Yuri!!! On Ice!

We miss you (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

[capsensislagamoprh]

So, I was sitting here thinking about Victor and Yuuri's wedding, as you do, when it occurred to me. That damned stripper pole is gonna make an appearance. I know it is. I see it. In my mind. Dose Chris carry that thing around like he's a secret BO staff fighter and he will dance off to save the world? This boy is a bard. He's a sexy dance bard. Bet he can stomp in 6 inch heals.

Anyway, that's not the point.

The point is, Otabek will not be caught dead doing that. 1: flexibility is not his strong suit and he knows it. Let others have their fun He's just be in the background contemplating the physics of it. 2: That is something he will *never* be suckered into because he knows they take photos. Nope. Big Nope.

But what he will do, as requested, is DJ the dance floor for the after party. Which means Yuri will not get to dance with him. Which is sad. EXCEPT. My head did a thing.

See, Otabek would totally be that one completely responsible, fire putting out, fixes stuff by walking thrugh a room and just correcting it person every wedding has. Even if all he does is direct the right person where they need to go so they can put out said fire. Takes a team, but the observant notice where they need to be. (I have been to so many weddings and I am telling you there is always ONE person who makes it all better by existing and OnE pErSoN who fucks it by by breathing.)

And like, I got so many head cannons about this. See, he wears a cravat, proper, for his competitions. Guess who's being tasked (along with Chris) to deal with people who cannot tie ties. Basic will not do. We're talking Fancy Tied Ties. FANCY. Yes, both Chris and Otabek can do these to perfection.

Guess who has to stop Yuri from climbing a wall when he's stressed because Yuuri is stressed and that makes Victor want to go comfort him, but he can't because he has to get ready for the wedding himself, and Yuri is supposed to stop Victor but Victor listens to no man save Yuuri and that's a mess he's tried to explain but no one seems to get but Otabek.

Guess who has to braid Yuri's hair to calm him down. Then has to tell Yuuri's mom - who is doing something else important at the time - what's up so it can be dealt with. Then has to deal with helping Yuri find where he threw his shoes in a rage.

Guess who has to go pick up the classic car they left to get detailed the day before instead of three days prior like he suggested and it may not be here on time because the delivery driver for it can't get anyone to drive him back, so he has to go and get it to the sight on time for when they 'go away' on the honey moon drive which is actually just a drive around the island so the pack of feral ice skaters can reset the scene for the after party. This doubles as having to pick up the wedding cake, and triples as getting Yuri out of there for a little bit so he can chill under the guise of holding the cake steady so it wont be ruined.

Guess who holds the ladders when they hang up flower decor because someone forgot they cannot en pointe to breach that last three inch gap between them and the hook for the flower arrangement. Seriously, you're gonna hurt yourself.

Guess who just sort of lugs boxes where they need to go with out a problem, and in general dose the dirty work quietly with everyone else, letting them set up - the fun part - while he considers this a light cardio day. Still shows up fresh and looking good, because of course he does.

And then he DJs and dose killer because you know he will, and everyone's having fun. All worth it.

But Yuri doesn't get to dance with him, and that's bothering Yuri, so Yuri hangs out with Otabek as he cleans up his set. Everyone else has decided to tear things down the next day. Not him. This shits expensive and he's not going to risk it.

And because Yuri pouts about it, Otabek sighs, grabs his hand, and with no one around just twirls Yuri's ballet doing ass about that floor in ways he's never danced before. Because while Otabek is not cut out for ballet, he dose dance. Far more varieties than Yuri. Lifts, spins, dips, twists. It's fast, and energetic, stuff to make Rodgers and Hammerstein drool. Then he just leaves Yuri drop jawed as he just walks back to his kit and finishes packing it up.

Yuri jumps on his back complaining all the way back to the place they are staying as he clings there like a particularly angelic daemon of a backpack about how dare Otabek hold out on him like that, and dose he think he can translate that to ice so Yuri can use it to kick JJs ass because he has to kick JJs ass, and also because that was so cool.

Otabek just shoulders his kit and says, "Maybe," but smiles just that little bit, until the lights show they are in range of people, his mask slipping back in place as he takes a sleepy Yuri to his room, dropping off his kit, and going to sit outside in the cool island air as an exhausted blond falls asleep still clinging to his back until he slides off from tired.

Otabek catches him. He always will. After a bit he takes him inside, and the rest of the party goes on... oh look. Chris did get out the stripper pole. Shaking his head, he continues to take care of Yuri before he wakes up from the tantalizing sent of possible blackmail pictures in the making. Because he would.

A sleep derived Yuri is a grumpy Yuri, and a grumpy Yuri just wont do.

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[c0rpsedemon]

i added to my prints and posters wall and i would post pics But it's behind my bed and i don't want to make it so just take my word for it when i say it looks cool

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

OH FUCK YOU MAPPA YOU FORGET YOURSELF AND YOUR ROOTS "YURI!!! ON ICE" WAS THE GOAT THAT PUT YOU ON THE RADAR IN THE FIRST PLACE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY IT?! THIS IS WHAT YOU DO AFTER EIGHT. EIGHT FUCKING YEARS?!

"See You Next Level" YEAH SEE YOU IN HELL TOO YOU'LL CATCH THESE HANDS YOU DON'T DO THIS TO A FAN BASE OR THE PRODUCTION TEAM FOR ALMOST A DECADE AND EXPECT COMPREHENSION

[thefanficslayer]

Note:I have to remake this recommendation list on this account because I can’t remember the email to my other account 🥲. Yes, I know this fandom is pretty much dead. Do I care? No. As long as I’m alive then the fandom shall live. This list is not yet complete, and likely never will be because I’m a procrastinator.

VICTUURI FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Title:Melodies Unheard, but Felt All The Same Chapters:39/39 Rating:Mature Summary:Yuuri wanted to make history as the first Deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he's a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov's presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that's left is to tell the figure skating world about it.

Title:all the world’s a stage Chapters:10/10 Rating:Explicit Summary:Everyone has a guilty pleasure.For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov. (And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)

Title:Empty spaces between stars Chapters:21/21 Rating:Explicit Summary: Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids... but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor's sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals...

Title:My Name On Your Lips Chapters:13/13 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered. If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.

Title:Not gold like in your dreams Chapters:8/8 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:"Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment." "Oh come on, he's not a psychopath," Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says 'are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again? "Victor, you don't know that. You don't know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face l'm going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter's side dish?"-- in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret

Title:Gunned Down Butterflies Chapters:24/24 Rating:Explicit Summary:Everyone's lives revolve around two names - the name of an enemy, and the name of a soulmate, both tattooed on their wrists.But for Yuuri, his fated soulmate and enemy are the same person. One name tattoed on his skin. After years of believing it meant only unhappiness and pain, he begins to bandage them up and hide them from the world. He even begins to forget about them - until he meets a new client in need of a guard against the Russian mafia.Nothing can hide him from fate - not bandaging the names, not forgetting about them, not even moving on without them. The owner of the name on his skin will find him eventually.

Title:Midnight Lover Chapters:23/23 Rating:Explicit Summary:Viktor Nikiforov, figure skating god and human trainwreck, flies halfway across the world from the only home he's ever known in a last-ditch attempt to salvage his life. His demons follow him faithfully. Katsuki Yuuri, reticent vampire and trouble magnet, pulls a drowning man out of the ocean on a whim and winds up with an unconscious human celebrity in his house. He knows it's a mistake to keep him. Viktor wakes, Yuuri stays, and they get too attached too fast.

Title:Winter Song Chapters:20/20 Rating:Explicit Summary:The set of Yuuri's mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri's jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor's. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words. Yuuri was aware that at some point-a moment in time he couldn't quite place-Victor had become his boyfriend. There wasn't a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

Title:Signs of Love Chapters:15/15 Rating:Explicit Summary:After being discovered by his peers as an omega, Yuuri runs from the world of figure skating. It's only to see his friend skate that he returns to the rink one more time. When he runs into skater and alpha Viktor Nikiforov, his body reacts in a way that neither he nor Viktor expect.

Title:You Know That I’m No Good Chapters:11/11 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri has it all.A great job that he loves, an amazing wife, and they're even contemplating having children.Until the day he finds out that it's all a lie.He doesn't confront his cheating spouse -- he needs to understand first. And while he could hire someone (probably should hire someone) he can't bear the idea of some stranger learning about his failings as a husband. So he does his own digging, and finds out that the Other Man has a partner of his own. A sweet, romantic, super hot partner. Who doesn't know what his fiance has been up to. Contacting this "Victor" person is probably a terrible idea.Agreeing to meet with Victor and form a friendship? Even worse.But falling in love? For real this time?Maybe it all will be worth it.

Title:November’s Secret Chapters:24/24 Rating:Explicit Summary:Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it's you, then it's less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona. But it works a little too well.Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he's been loosely basing his new persona on for years.

Title:Like a Fairytale Chapters:13/13 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella' Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he's doing)."The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he's only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing... So, what's he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor's type?" "...Sweet." "Well, he does make pastries."

Title:Met by Accident Chapters:79/79 Rating:Explicit Summary:Viktor is having the worst day of his life, oversleeping and late for work. To make things even better, he rear ended the car in front of him. His attitude quickly changes when he lays eyes on the other driver."I'm so sorry!" the other driver said when he reached Viktor.He held a hand up to him, silently asking him to wait. The receptionist finally answered the phone and directed his call to his boss. Once he informed her he'd be late and no, he didn't know what time he'd be in, he hung up and turned his attention to the other driver. Well, well, what do we have here? The man was shorter than him by a few inches, jet black hair that was slicked back with a bit of gel. His glasses left something to be desired, but Viktor admired those large chocolate brown eyes. His lightly tanned skin was unblemished and looked so soft that Viktor wanted to run his hand along his cheek. His body looked enticing as well, but it was hard to tell from the overcoat he was wearing.Simply put, he was fucking gorgeous.

Title:Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches Chapters:14/14 Rating:Explicit Summary:A single event changes the course of Yuuri's life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn't seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Title:How The Mighty Fall(in love) Chapters:3/3 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common. 1 They have unrealistic expectations for romance.2 They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations.3 They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: "KY."

Title:You can have everything Chapters:2/2 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor's phone. He returns it--and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.

Title:Talk to Me Chapters:1/1 Rating:Explicit Summary:There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri's ear, "Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?"Yuuri groaned. Viktor's lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri's ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, "I can speak Russian to you, if you like."

Title:All Eyes on Me Chapters:17/17 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria.Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.

Title:Like your french girls Chapters:7/7 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:"Victor," Yuri begins, lowering the eighteenth sketch of the figure skater Victor drew this week, "you have a fucking problem."--In which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram.

Title:Please Have Mercy On Me Chapters:19/19 Rating:Explicit Summary:Viktor's been living with Yuuri for a month now, but Yuuri is still not used to him.But Viktor is a good teacher, and Yuuri is a good student.

Title:Centripetal Force Chapters:10/10 Rating:Explicit Summary:Victor speaks seven languages.(Physics isn't one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

Title:Undiscovered Country Chapters:8/8 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri wakes up in Victor's room the night after the Sochi Grand Prix Final banquet.Did they sleep together? No. Instead, last night, Drunk Yuuri taunted Victor that he hadn't earned the right to get in his pants...and spelled out exactly what Victor would have to do to get there.Now, Victor intends to do everything on that list...

Title:Maelstrom Chapters:5/5 Rating:Explicit Summary:Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport--right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.

All these Fanfics can be read here at https:// archiveofourown.org/users/

[goldrosh]

in the last sugar rush post from 2023, @accio-victuuri asked us to list our top 5 cpns from last year but since I'm late I thought on doing a post. thank you for those recopilatory monthly posts, btw! they're very helpful and when you read them you also relive those beautiful moments. and overall for always keeping us updated about everything going on with our boys.

so here's my top 5 cpns from 2023

the inner mongolia saga: I decided to call it like that for everthing that happened from the moment xz went to film there. it started with yb's first selfie of 2023 and all the clowning about him perhaps visiting the loch set, the infamous black cloth, all the speculation about him owning a leica camera, the confirmation of him owning a leica camera, xz's birthday post that also had him posing with a leica camera, the camping pic, and everything culminating with yb's own pics taken in inner mongolia. honestly, september and october were such busy months to being a clown, I love how everything just developed little by little and fell like pieces of a puzzle.

the suspicious change on xz's filming schedule: when ybo reported that yb won't be able to participate in the star of the one and only promo period, everyone got worried, since when yb takes days off while sick? the next day tho, some reports came in; after days of going to film at a certain early time, xz was going a little bit late. "interesting" said every turtle in the world, "let's see how this continues". and boy, it did continue, casually until yb's recovery. a happy coincidence.

anniversary?: when we all thought nothing was toping the inner mongolia saga, november 19 happened. and to think everything started very innocently with yb updating his douyin and then everything scalating into the possibility of them sorting out the seriousness of their relationship one november 19... I honestly loved how everyone started to bring up years of clues and how it just made sense.

wedding outfit: this one is very self explanatory, their weinbo night outfits that strangely looked like wedding outfit. I would have loved to see them both walking out the red carpet but we all know how weinbo loves to self sabotage I mean I enjoy when they do that but not that night! I like to think that the reason why they chose those outfits is because their first weinbo night is also called "divorce night" and, after years of not attending the same event, they wanted to give us a wedding night. yes, I am that much of a clown, thank you.

ybo's birthday post: this one hit me so hard that I still tear up whenever I read "yb, the sunset is very beautiful". to most, that post it's just a very well written birthday wish, but if you're like me and believe xz wrote it then knowing that these two boys love each other so deeply is reason enough to warm your heart. "time does not have a pause button, yet you seem to hold the password for the occasional pauses in the world". cry with me 🥲

honorific mention to: THE hat (yb made it hard to ignore lmao), everything is lovely and its promo (at first I wasn't trying to read too much into the colors that were used to promote the ep but then the bone necklace appeared and changed my mind), mysterious driver (just so you all know I'm totally sold on this) and overall this year that seemed to have them together for longer periods of time.

[porcupine-girl]

The BJYX Store!

Ok, it wasn’t a whole BJYX store, but it did have a BJYX section! It was an idol store, whose existence I was tipped off to by @marlo-noni. This mall (Shanghai Joy City) had two idol stores in addition to a million anime/donghua/etc stores–I’ll make separate posts for all the non-bjyx merch I saw (and bought). Both idol stores were 75% kpop but with Cpop/Cdrama sections if you looked around.

And this one had an actual shelf that was not labeled Xiao Zhan or Wang Yibo or both, but actually labeled 博君一肖 bjyxszd!

It wasn’t huge, but the fact that it’s still there five years after the Untamed aired speaks volumes about how mainstream this is.

See more under the cut!

Yes, there was a full-size (well, not quite as tall as he really is) XZ cutout next to it. :)

It had a lot of stuff that was just XZ or just WYB–photo cards (which seem VERY popular, they were like 50% of the content of both idol stores), standees, pins, etc–but also actual BJYX merchandise! Mostly fanart-based, some of which I'd seen before. This stuff was definitely not officially licensed by either of them (which makes me wonder if anything in this store besides the K-pop CDs was actually officially licensed?)

Two sets of wedding-themed fanart standees:

Also this kind of ugly/awkward pin of them... kissing? Ish?

This store (I wish I'd taken more photos of the whole store, tbh) had a ton of these double-sided posters/banners about 6"x18" for all the different idols, and in addition to individual ones for XZ and WYB they had a whole bunch of BJYX ones. They were on the shelves with the other banners, rather than in the BJYX section. I wound up buying three–the first photo is one side of each, the second photo is the other (not sure which is "front" and "back").

I'm honestly not sure what "Doll's Fate" is about on that third one. Tagging in the BJYX experts: @rainbowsky @accio-victuuri @wwx-lwj-ai-ni @bjyxobsessed any of you know what that's referring to?

The other idol store in Shanghai Joy City wasn't as explicit about the BJYX, but they did have a whole shelf just for the two of them, separate from all the other Cpop people:

All the merch was just one boy or the other, though, I couldn't find anything with both on one item, let alone explicitly shippy.

For the record, I scoured three malls in Beijing (SoShow, Xidan Joy City, and Chaoyang Joy City) and while I found various other cool merch, I could not find any dedicated idol stores in any of them. Although I will admit I didn't have time to go through Chaoyang JC as thoroughly as the others – these malls are all huge, like 8-11 stories!

Bonus #1: This eyeglasses kiosk that was right outside the bjyx store knew exactly what it was doing:

Bonus #2: Can you believe they just happened to be playing Wu Ming when I was browsing the BJYX merch? It's not surprising that they were playing music by the idols they sold, but the fact that they just happened to play one of Yibo's songs in the 15 or so minutes I was there was amazing.

[jewishvitya]

hullo! i hope a yuri on ice question is alright.. do you have any headcanons for future victuuri? weddings, settling down, would they even settle down or would they always be up and about? do you see them as parents later on or is yurio enough of a handful lol

more than alright, thank you so much ♥

I do have some. Most aren't very solid though, they just come up alongside whatever story or emotion I want to explore.

I don't see Viktor competing for long. And not just because of his age. I think him going back into skating is half for Yuuri and half... to retire on his own terms? From a place of feeling fulfilled and satisfied, not from a place of burnout and feeling like he has nothing left to give. I think he doesn't need many more competitions to gives him that. He gets to compete against both Yuuri and Yurio. I enjoy thinking of Viktor winning gold in Russian Nationals, making Yurio eat his "Viktor Nikiforov is dead." And then Worlds being Yuuri getting gold, with Viktor and Yurio's places changing depending on my mood. I almost feel bad for all our other skaters, but it's just how I enjoy imagining that podium.

Yuuri definitely has to get gold, though. Constantly robbed. I think he'll keep skating for a while. I need him becoming as much of a legend as Viktor, but in a way that even he can't deny.

Also, Jewish headcanons. Obviously in canon Viktor eats pork, so it's not like my headcanons have him being particularly devout. In my mind, Viktor's disconnect from culture has to do with disconnect from family, and this is related to how I view his past and background. Parents that pushed him towards achievements, that he quietly distanced himself from once he could. Not necessarily even intentionally, but in canon I feel like he starts with so many walls up, keeping everyone at some distance and just playing a role for them. so the distance from his parents started forming because it was just a role he didn't feel like playing as often.

I imagine him and Yuuri going to live in Hasetsu once he retires, and there he has family. Yuuri's family, but he feels connected. And even though it's not a Jewish family or anything, I feel like having those connections can light a spark for him. So I do like the idea of him starting to celebrate a few more holidays. And a wedding that incorporates cultural elements from both directions.

One thing for example - in Judaism when you get married, the couple is seen as having a particular closeness to the divine, so you're often asked to bless your guests. This is something I like.

I feel like Viktor would use that to make some joke at Yurio. I don't have specifics, just the vibe.

I like the idea of Yurio going to live with them for weeks sometimes off season. Both the Katsuki family and the Nishigori family practically adopted him, and I see Viktor and Yurio's relationship as something sibling-like, so there's a lot of family for him to see. Beka might join him sometimes.

I personally don't see Viktuuri becoming parents. I don't have a reason for this, though, and I'm not all firm on that? Like, I did draw these:

So it's not like I hate the idea of them as parents, I just don't enjoy it as much.

If they do have a kid, though, they look a lot like Yuuri and Viktor is DELIGHTED about it.

[capsensislagamoprh]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's wrong?"

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

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

"Nothing?"

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

"Wrong angle. Why are you upset?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Still, it was gross."

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

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

"Incandescent? That's a new level."

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

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

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

"Yuri..."

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

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

"You asked." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want all my secrets?"

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

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

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

"I do that all the time."

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

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

"Never!" came Yuri's scandalized reply.

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

"Mumm нет! Not yet."

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

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Anything for you, Yuri."

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

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

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

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

"Ah."

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

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

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

"Which one?"

"Harm and funerals."

"Consider it given."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[onegianthotmess]

Where’s that one comic of Victuuri fanart???

It’s at Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding and Viktor runs over to Yuuri saying it’s time to take pictures for their wedding and Yuuri says “Oh, a commemorative photo? Sure.” and Viktor’s face is all “LE gAHsPAH-” and it’s so fucking funny-

I know it’s out there somewhere and it’s fucking hilarious to me and I love it.

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Getting to Know You Tag Game!

Ahhh thanks for tagging me @littlewinnow this is so neat im very excited

alright ok ok so

Current Three Ships: Drarry, Victuuri, and Bingqiu are probably the guys i rotate in my head most often

First Ships: adrien x marinette from miraculous ladybug were my first ever ever and then klance (rip)

Last Song: according to spotify its angel eyes by abba

Last Movie: black swan!!!

Currently Watching: me and my gf have been watching "the ultimatum" its horrible. go watch it

Last Thing I Drew: professor umbridge listening to draco talk about his special interest (harry)

Currently Drawing: possibly some wedding drarry. very weepy and silly

tags!! no pressure if you don't want to participate:)

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[ladyluscinia]

OMG, I read your essay on Destiel and that person yelling "how dare you" was absolutely hilarious! That's some meme material for TvTropes. I didn’t realize Suletta was a quite ambiguous ship like Victuri. What are they even bragging about while calling Destiel queer baiting? Both ships had the same "will they be canon or not" rocky path, but theirs with less homophobic writers.

At least that person apologized and admitted they didn't actually have any background knowledge on Destiel, which is easily the best interaction I had off that poll. They were mad at meme voters and I was quipping about different meme voters and maybe meme voters that love to flood polls to talk shit are the insufferable element here, you know?

The whole canon details thing was something to realize - though I don't think "ambiguous" is the word. Like, they are a pretty clear part of their show's canon, same as Destiel and Victuuri. I don't think lacking an onscreen kiss makes them less canon or anything. If we really want to get into it, trying to pretend there's a clear dividing line between undeniable canon and not (or blessed text vs barbarous subtext) is a mindset that probably causes more harm than good.

Like - subtext is part of the text. It's an element that writers, actors, set designers, etc. put into the story deliberately, and things can be both subtext and really obviously conveying a specific thing (ex: romantic feelings). Not all subtext is equally "open to interpretation" yeah.

If we say "no actually your really blatant subtext is still not real canon unless it's textual in these ways" then we raise the question of what even counts as textual. Is living together and wearing wedding rings textual if we don't acknowledge a marriage any other way? What about if it's from a culture that doesn't wear rings? It also kind of insultingly bakes in a certain level of assumed audience stupidity, where something can be the most obvious conclusion to the information you've been given by the writers but you still have to pretend you don't know it for sure because...? Like the main things you accomplish with arbitrary lines are a) making it easier for bad writing to count as canon than good since it's more likely to be blunt / shallow, b) giving the people with the least creative control (censors) the most say over who gets to cross the lines, and c) devaluing ships that actually try to build up a relationship over time (like well-written straight couples have done for ages) because they are "just ambiguous subtext" until they aren't.

It's a lot more accurate to recognize canon comes in various forms, and "plausible deniability that isn't actually plausible at all if you watch the show" is a big one.

Like I haven't seen the anime so I won't make sweeping claims, but basic example from multiple sources explaining the show premise - the fact that the girls get engaged in episode 1 as near-strangers because of a whole pre-established political / business marriage arrangement between the best fighter and the prized daughter... if you're a writer trying to make sure you can have your f/f ship married in the endgame, having it be a plot point to guarantee access to Bride/Groom queercoding through the whole series is a really good way to do that! And it's specifically queercoding with a "straight explanation" even if it's insulting to both the writers and audience to pretend that holds up to scrutiny in the context of the whole series. I know this because I've seen those sorts of tactics a lot.

It's just really interesting how the difference between a queerbait, a will-they won't-they, and a canon slowburn can often be determined by how positive any given fan's feelings toward the ship, show, and writers are. It's hardly objective fact.

(EDIT: Oh and I didn't use wedding rings as an example because of the anime - it wouldn't even be a good one because they also have people referring to the girls as in-laws - I used it because it's a broadly understood cultural shorthand but also fundamentally "wearing literally any ring on this finger = dedicated romantic relationship" is super subtextual.)

[and-then-yoi-happened]

Fic Preview: Love is the Ground We Dance Upon

Fic snippet featured in the image above:

“I have a playlist with interesting options, but I also have some themed ones we can check, if you have an idea for a genre or theme.”

Yuuri followed him and together they settled against the boards. With a few flicks Victor opened the playlist section of his preferred music app.

“Can I?” Yuuri asked, reaching for the tablet.

“Sure, have a look.”

Biting his bottom lip, Yuuri scrolled through the lists until he stopped with a frown.

“Uh, Victor? What’s with this playlist?”

“Hm?” Victor took a closer look at what Yuuri was staring at. “Oh, it’s a collection of songs we could dance to. At our wedding.”

“You mean for our first dance?” Yuuri didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he opened the selection and looked it over, his face lighting up with excitement.

“Yes, these are all just ideas. I’ve been saving them over time, and whenever I found a fitting one, I added it.”

“Wait—over time?” Yuuri stopped scrolling and looked at Victor. “How long have you been collecting them…?”

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I had the honour of getting to write a fluffy slice of life fic where Yuuri and Victor plan, practice and dance their first dance at their reception for the Vows of Grace (a Victuuri wedding themed) zine 💜💙

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