#viktor is v handsome and yuri is adorable

[wasps-ships]

So I take 30 years to watch or get into anything even after all the hype has died down mostly bc I'm lazy and like to rewatch the same things over and over but like I finally watched yuri on ice and just wow look at all those husbands

[willag42]

Yuri!!! On Ice Fanfic Recs with Reviews  ["Y" Authors]

Note: Doing some major reformating of the YOI fanfic rec pages. The pages that include my reviews are now having the posts separated alphabetically by author (see below). I am also creating separate page(s) that allow filtering the fanfics by category. It's a work in progress, but I'm having fun with it.

This page includes my YOI fanfic recs (with reviews) for authors whose names begin with "Y".

Note: For any authors whom I don't know the gender, I refer to them with they/them. If any authors wish to correct me, please do so.

AUTHORS REC PAGES: #0-9 -- A -- B -- C -- D -- E -- F -- G -- H -- I -- J -- K -- L -- M -- N -- O -- P -- Q -- R -- S -- T -- U -- V -- W -- X -- Y -- Z

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youaremarvelous (@youremarvelous)

So Stinking Romantic

Rating: Mature Words: 3.7k Status: Complete Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Tags: Canon compliant; Domestic fluff; Humor; Hemorroids; Food poisoning; Gross moments made sweet ❤❤❤❤❤  Summary: This is commitment. This is love. It might be messy and chaotic and often gross, but it’s their lives and they can’t begin to fathom ever wanting to spend it with anyone else. (Or: 5 times domestic bliss wasn’t exactly what Yuuri and Viktor had expected it to be + the one (out of many) times it was.) ❤❤❤❤❤  Review: This is the domestic fluff to overrule all domestic fluff, because it's settled between the gross moments that's the reality of life. From accidentally putting Icy Hot on your penis, to asking your husband to check your butthole for hemorroids, to food poisoning that causes you to soil your own pants... and your husband being right beside you every step of the way and holding your hand through it all. It is absolutely adorable and wonderful, and I love every sweet and gross moment.

Yuuri Week 2017 (Series, 6 works)

Myth (Yuri on Ice Cream) Rating: Teen -- Words: 4.7k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Viktor didn't know what to expect from the mysterious boy of local ice cream shop legend (otherwise known as the quiet new regular who has strange eating habits and even stranger flavor preferences), but a horrible crush was certainly not near the top of his list.

Take Care Rating: Gen -- Words: 2.3k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: A look at Yuuri's life and love from the perspective of his worst enemy and biggest supporter: his sister.

Don't Get Your Titties in a Tarnish Rating: Teen -- Words: 3.3k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: It's bad enough that Yuuri has to attend a Halloween house party while dressed as slave Princess Leia, but it's a cruel trick of the universe that the most handsome man he's ever encountered is there, too, wearing the same costume.

Bust a Nut Rating: Teen -- Words: 3.5k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: "How the fuck did this even happen?" Yurio drops in a seat next to Yuuri’s hospital bed. "It was a seagull," Viktor sighs. He combs Yuuri’s hair from his forehead, careful to avoid the IV extending from the crook of his arm. "A seagull!?" "An evil seagull," Viktor confirms. "Demon possessed."

Do You Have a Mirror in Your Pocket? Rating: Teen -- Words: 2.3k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Jeans shopping, Yuuri decides after three hours of fruitless browsing in a stuffy Detroit TJ Maxx, is a special circle of hell. Reserved only for those with enough hubris to believe themselves capable of finding even a single moderately well-fitting pair. Fortunately for Yuuri, there’s more to this clothing store than just the men’s section, and fortunately for Viktor, Yuuri has no qualms about shopping in it.

With Every Mile Rating: Teen -- Words: 3.7k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Yuuri looks into Viktor’s eyes—clear blue and overflowing with affection—and thinks of the glittering briny roads, the rattling buses, the cramped trains, the gossamer clouds, and all of the endless miles that have brought him to the day where he would marry the man who made every inch of distance feel like home. ❤❤❤❤❤  Words: 19.9k Status: Complete Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Tags: Alternate universe; Canon compliant; Family; Domestic fluff ❤❤❤❤❤  Review: Every single one of these premises is amazing and wonderful. My personal faves would probably be #2, #4, and #6 though. Seriously, this fandom needs more Katsuki sibling interactions, and I love the tough love presented in Take Care and how Mari is both resentful and supportive of Yuuri, and how he eventually inspires her to make more of her life. Bust a Nut is balls-to-floor hilarious, and Yuuri's nonchalant attitude over losing a testicle in the end is awesome. And With Every Mile has just so many sweet, domestic fluff moments that are sure to leave me with even more cavities.

[fifteenleads]

well, he has his moments.

@viktorweek day four: family/friends

Viktor Nikiforov can be both endearing and annoying all at once, but it’s exactly these qualities that have captivated people’s hearts in more ways than one.

(Five moments in Viktor’s life, as told by other people.)

AO3 | stories on (and off) ice

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i.

Yuri should have known when Viktor shoved the tub of ice cream and kitty treats into his hands.

"Please please please watch Makkachin for me!" the old goof all but pleaded, his hands clasped together like those silly anime girls and his puppy-dog eyes welling up and threatening to spill over any moment. He sure is upfront with his requests, if anything, and Yuri wouldn't be surprised if this sudden favor he's asking has something to do with --

"Yuuri and I are going out on a date tonight! It's the most perfect Valentine's Day ever!"

-- Fucking called it.

It was so obvious at this point, he didn't know why he even bothered.

The large poodle bounding over and tackling him didn't help things, either, and his face is all sticky from the mutt's slobbering saliva, and it's so disgusting as fuck, and Katsudon is now peering in from the doorway, and --

"Fine, already!" Yuri snapped, throwing his hands up in irritation. "I'll keep it until you come back, okay? Just get the hell out of here!"

Katsudon and Viktor couldn't be out the door sooner enough. The teen chased them to the veranda and hollered at them not to be late.

The pair returned at three o'clock in the fucking morning, one very much intoxicated and the other very much covered in - ugh, hickeys.

Really, he didn't know why he even bothered.

  .

  ii.

Yakov should have known when Vitya asked for the rink to be closed off the day after tomorrow.

His student is quite the whimsical man, always doing as he pleases and never (for once!) listening to his sensible coach's sound advice -- not when he decided to add four quads into his program, not when he suddenly dropped his whole skating career to coach Yuuri Katsuki, not when he just-as-suddenly made his comeback, insisting on coaching and competing against said Japanese skater at the same time.

And especially not when he plans on proposing to Katsuki over a romantic, candle-lit dinner on the ice.

"Isn't it a great idea, Yakov?!" Vitya enthused, his eyes practically shining with excitement. "We'll dance together after dinner, and then I'll ask him to marry me!"

Frankly, Yakov thought his protégé could have come up with something better. Still, he has no intention of dashing the younger man's hopes with an honest remark.

"Surely, you prepared very well for this?" he asked instead. "It is quite an ambitious plan, if you ask me."

"Oh no, it's not as grand as yours was," Vitya teased (and Yakov winced because it's true), "but I already have everything down, no worries. All that's left is to pop the question."

He then grinned earnestly, a luminescent shade of powder pink coloring his cheeks. There are times the coach doesn't understand how Viktor Nikiforov can be both endearing and annoying all at once, but it's exactly these qualities that have captivated people's hearts in more ways than one, himself included.

That said, today was the proudest Yakov was yet of his silly (but nonetheless star) student.

And he hated to ruin the moment, but --

"I thought you are both already engaged?"

"Then I'll propose to him again! Yuuri deserves nothing but the best."

-- Katsuki should have married this man years ago.

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  iii.

Christophe should have known when Viktor came in wearing a different brand of lip gloss.

(Or rather, a certain someone's lip balm.)

He never thought he'd see the day Viktor would use a cosmetic product other than the expensive ones he owns (and if all those commercial endorsements are of any indication, they are a lot), but he supposed this is what love does to people, especially to those who are tying the knot in a few hours.

Viktor immediately made a beeline to his side and gave him a tight glomp. Chris returned the hug with one of his own, patting his friend's back encouragingly for good measure. "Love the new lips," he commented, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"Why, thank you, my friend," Viktor accepted the compliment, smacking his lips playfully. "Mmm, I like strawberry."

"His favorite flavor?"

"I don't think he has a preference," Viktor shrugged absently in thought. "It was actually green mint last time. I'd like to think he likes the Chanel one I usually use the most, though."

"More like he likes the taste of its owner on his lips, if you ask me," Chris suggested with a wink, and caught the small tube Viktor all but chucked at him in embarrassment. He's glad he hasn't lost his Friend Touch.

And because he's such a good friend, he's gonna make sure this hopeless man gets to the altar in one piece. (He doesn't even want to think about how Chulanont is handling poor Yuuri's nerves right now.)

"Your man has good taste," Chris remarked, playing with the long-worn lip balm. It's a cheap brand he sees most women use, probably bought from a downtown supermarket. "Can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out."

Viktor smiled in part-nervousness and part-mischief. "I love to surprise him."

If one weren't listening intently, they might have heard an "I love him" instead. And for all intents and purposes, it might as well have been that.

"Good," Chris nodded approvingly, pocketing the pilfered cosmetic. "Go get dressed. I'll give this back to Chulanont for you." Viktor hummed in thanks and did as he was told.

Halfway out the door, Chris turned back to his friend, who was admiring the plain gold engagement band on his ring finger.

"It will be a lifetime full of surprises," the groom whispered, his voice choking with happiness.

Chris smiled in agreement. "Sounds promising."

And he knew, at that moment, that Viktor will be fine.

(The way Yuuri's eyes widened in recognition as Viktor dipped him into their wedding kiss was absolutely priceless.)

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  iv.

Phichit should have known when Viktor clung to him like an overgrown child during practice.

"Haha, what's this?" he asked jokingly as he pulled the older man along the curve. The new not-really brother-in-law is so fun to tease. "Trouble in paradise so soon?"

At once, Viktor's forlorn expression was replaced by one of incredulity. "What? No, of course not!" He still didn't let go of Phichit's arm, though, further tightening his grip instead.

And if the way those pale, manicured nails digged into rich, brown skin is of any indication, Phichit now had a second differential in mind.

He never imagined The Viktor Nikiforov, of all people, to join the legions of victims tormented by his ongoing web serial, but he supposed that that, too, was an accomplishment of its own right. At least his minor from college is paying off well -- and handsomely, too, at a hundred dollars per chapter.

"I warned you, it wouldn't end well," Phichit laughed. "I even spoiled half the story for you."

More like Viktor actually lived through half of it, since it was a fictionalized version of his life and all. But Phichit wouldn't tell him that - not yet.

(If anything, he's actually more than surprised that his subject hasn't figured it out for himself yet. Even Yuuri already has, and he's currently getting a lot of hell for it over Skype.)

"I can't believe he wanted to break up all along," Viktor whined at him mournfully while shaking his arm. "Their relationship had so much promise, and he was willing to throw it all away? It's unacceptable."

Phichit simply raised an eyebrow in amusement. Barcelona. Of course. He shot the poor Russian a devious shit-eating grin over his shoulder. "Triggered much?"

He wasn't even being subtle anymore at this point; Not-Brother-in-Law's denseness is losing its novelty pretty fast.

Phichit received an adorable scowl in return, and the pressure on his arm is gone as Viktor left his side to bother Yuuri instead. He laughed as his best friend stumbled over his code-switching again, mixing up English, Japanese and Russian phrases in confusion. The way Viktor's face lit up at once as he glomped his husband on the ice was simply too precious.

He snapped a photo as always, of course. Those two dorks really are the best for each other, and as their friend and one of their best men, he is willing to fight anyone tooth-and-nail for it.

And if posting endless photos of them weren't enough, he'd write whole novels and dissertations for them.

Speaking of which, he has a new side story for his serial now. Spasibo, bratan.

Phichit skated away from the kissing couple, immensely satisfied.

("Viktor says he loves your new update. How do you even come up with ideas for it?"

"Aw, shucks, Yuuri! Thank you so much! Stay in love always, okay? I'll be watching~."

"Phichit, STOP.")

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v.

Yuuri should have known when Viten'ka, for lack of a better word, lost it.

And by "it," he meant both the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle and his husband's sanity.

The almost-completed picture of Van Gogh's The Starry Night was left abandoned on the table, in favor of getting down on their hands and knees to look for the missing piece. The puzzle pieces were quite small, and losing only one shouldn't really be too distracting, as long as the right frame is used and the guests kept their distance.

Yuuri had considered talking Viktor into just hanging it up as is to spare them both the time and effort, but the puzzle-shaped blank space smack dab in the middle of swirling blue skies ticked even him off. That, or a year into marriage has made him as nitpicky as his husband about such trivial things, like twin peas in a pod.

Or maybe not, because he also appreciated said husband's well-endowed ass, as it constantly shifted in position while the man was looking under the couch. Admittedly, far-from-innocent thoughts have filled his mind while it was sticking up like that, but no, he would never go that far. He isn't a bit sorry for not helping out at all, however.

As Viktor moved to the CD stand next, Yuuri affirmed the last statement as the truest of them all.

That was one more thing that had changed over time, he supposed. And Viktor, too, knows this all too well, if the generous affection he lavished in bed at night was of any indication. Those times were the most fun.

Even now, Yuuri couldn't believe how much things have changed since they first met. Back then, Viktor had been someone akin to a god -- perfect, immaculate, unattainable. Over time, he came to learn how his god turned out to be as human as he was, with various faults and quirks and random eccentricities of his own. And though he's practically run the whole gamut of emotions for it, he considered himself very lucky that Viktor Nikiforov came into his life the way he did -- like a flashy, exploding supernova that surprised him and set everything on fire.

Viktor, for his part, would never tire of telling their story this way -- how everything in his life had been falling apart like the thin ice beneah his feet, then how it all suddenly fell into place when he met the love of his life, and he felt more than whole again. Phichit certainly cried buckets when Viktor called Yuuri Katsuki the best surprise of his life, and how truly, immensely lucky he was to be married to him. (They completed each other like perfectly-fit jigsaw puzzles, he'd said. Ha.)

They couldn't have found each other in a much better way, Yuuri mused as he spied a small piece of blue cardboard under the television set. As he reached his hand forward to retrieve it, however, another larger hand closed in first and pulled out of the dark space just as quickly. His husband let out a silly grin as he raised the puzzle piece between his fingers, and Yuuri was overcome with a wave of unexplainable feelings as he pinned the other man to the floor.

"What's this?" Viktor asked with amusement. "Are you that happy we finally found it?"

"Maybe," Yuuri answered teasingly, bending down to kiss the other man senseless. Maybe it wasn't only Viktor who lost his sanity this round, after all. (And how, indeed; all this over a single missing puzzle piece.) "I've had a lot of thoughts today, is all," he confessed breathlessly as he pulled away.

"Wow, do share," Viktor commented, his flushed form clearly betraying excitement and arousal. "I'm all ears, since we've already finished the puzzle and all."

"No, thanks," Yuuri declined with a smirk, taking the puzzle piece instead and lifting himself off the ground. He enjoyed the way his husband's face comically fell at the blunt rejection. Viktor whined as he got up and joined him at the table. "Yuu-chan!"

Yuuri looked back over his shoulder. "You have your moments, Viten'ka; let me have mine."

[flytsofangels]

The Fan Mail Fix

(Written for my daughter on her birthday.  Hope you like it.  I sure love you!)

Yuri was tired.

He’d spent the last few hours trying to perfect the new moves in his routine — step, turn, repeat — and he had just about had enough.  Enough practice.  Enough ice.  Enough cold.

Enough wondering what that mark was really supposed to mean.

After all, when you’re born into a world where your soul mate is marked by a coloration that created a letter of the alphabet on the skin of your hand, you’re supposed to be more relaxed.  More secure.  More certain that there really is someone out there for you to love and who will love you in return.  Wasn’t that the whole point?  To be able to feel secure?

But he didn’t.  Because his hand and his reality didn’t match.

Because … well … Viktor.

Viktor.  Who hadn’t bothered to show up to coach him today.  Who was probably sitting around in the hot spring or stuffing his face or …

Or being completely adorable with that floof of a dog of his …

Viktor.  Whose name started with a “V” and not the “B” that was clearly marked on Yuri’s hand.

It was what made Yuri so tired:  thinking in these circles against the yearning of his own heart.  Because his heart told him that Viktor was the one.  The man who caused all those fluttering butterflies to romp around in his stomach when he saw him.  The man whose lips Yuri desperately wanted to feel under his own, if only to know how soft they were.  And to make those butterflies dance around inside of him even more energetically.

Yuri could see himself with Viktor well past the time that either of them would be able to perform even a single Axel, sharing every moment and thought with each other until they were very gray and very … well, not as athletic as they both were right now.  And not as driven to win at any cost.  That would be a nice day, someday.

But right now, Yuri was consumed by his need to train and succeed.  And he would happily say that Viktor was making that possible.  His new coach was helping him make all of his dreams come true.

Except for that ultimate dream.  The one that was promised on his hand.

Yuri tugged the hood of his heavy coat up and stuffed both of his mittened hands into his pockets, dropping his head to stare at the snow-covered sidewalk that would lead him back home.  When he had trudged up to the Ice Palace, the skies had been gray in the kind of way that always promised snow, but he hadn’t realized that so much of the white stuff had drifted down from the heavens while he trained.  If he had known the weather was going to turn, he would have kept himself at home.  Snow could be so unpredictable; he might have been trapped up here, alone.  With only his circular thoughts to occupy him.

Not that he had managed to get away from them during his training.  Once the movements had been impressed onto his muscles, Yuri had used only the smallest portion of his conscious mind to tell his feet, legs, arms, and torso what to do next.  Instead, his mind had wandered back to his greatest conundrum.

Why was there a letter “B” on his hand when he loved someone whose name started with the letter “V”?

There were two easy answers, of course.  The easiest — the one that didn’t go most powerfully against what he had been taught from the moment he had been born — was that he didn’t actually love Viktor.  He probably was just experiencing an infatuation, based on the fact that the internationally renowned, champion figure skater had left behind his own dreams of more time in the spotlight to seek out and coach Yuri.  It had been the Russian’s choice:  there was no way that Yuri could afford to reimburse or adequately compensate Viktor for the time and energy that had been poured into the hours of training during the past few months.  He was almost forced to accept it as a gift, and that fact made it even harder for him to face his new coach with any offerings of his love.  He owed Viktor too much in his professional life to try to drag the Russian into his personal life, too.

On the other hand, the other easy answer was that the tradition was wrong.  Even though he had been raised on the idea that there was a soul mate in the world for him — someone who had a name that matched the first initial clearly marked on his hand — he had been raised with some other, equally as false ideas.  Like you could catch a cold simply by walking outdoors in winter with wet hair.  Or that you can see the Great Wall of China from space.  Just because that’s the way that people had always thought things would work didn’t mean that was true.  He felt his love for Viktor too deeply and achingly for him to simply dismiss it.  So perhaps this soul mate tradition was wrong.

Except every experience in his life said that it wasn’t.  His parents.  Yuko and her husband.  So many, many others.

Yuri sighed and watched the heat of his breath form into a misty vapor that wrapped around his head.  If he wasn’t careful, the vaporous breath would cover his glasses, making it impossible for him to see where he was going for a few steps.  Not that being blind in the snow was dangerous here in town, but he didn’t like that idea of not knowing where he was going.  He might step off a curb into traffic or twist his ankle on something he couldn’t see.

Or he could lose his heart to the wrong person.

It was useless, he reminded himself, to continue to think about it at all.  He wasn’t going to solve anything by chasing his own tail like this.  It was better to push it into the background and concentrate on his skating.  At least that would keep him occupied.  Mostly.

Stepping through the front door of his home, he stomped the snow from his footwear and slipped out of his coat.  After hanging it from a hook by the portal, he sank down on the step and tugged off his boots, placing them where the melting snow wouldn’t seep into anyone else’s shoes.  Sliding his feet into his house slippers, he headed off to his bedroom.

“Yuri!  Is that you?” his mother called to him.

“It’s me,” he replied, stifling the sigh that he wanted to let escape.  He knew he should be more grateful that he was still allowed to live at home — was even welcomed there.  But right at this moment, he wanted to be alone more than anything.

His mother walked into the room, a wide wooden spoon in one hand.  “I’m so glad you didn’t get trapped by the snow.  When I saw it get heavier, I was so worried about you.  But then again, you would have been in your favorite place, wouldn’t you?”

Would I? he asked himself silently.  The Ice Palace had been his favorite place.  Until Viktor.  Now — anywhere where his coach was was so much preferable.  But his mother was waiting for an answer, so he said, “Of course.”  If only to keep her from asking any more questions.

“Anyway,” she continued brightly, almost as if she hadn’t heard his response, “I need you to take Viktor’s mail to his room.  It seems like he finally got his coach to forward it to him, and I really hate to disturb him, especially since he’s devoting so much time to your career.  Can you carry it to him for me, please?”

“Sure,” Yuri mumbled and then turned to look at the huge, duffle-bag-sized mail satchel that was leaning against the wall.  Surprised, he blurted out, “That?  You want me to carry that to Viktor’s room?”

But his mother had already left the room.  “Thanks, honey!” she called back to him.

Sighing again, Yuri walked over to the bag and looked down at it.  Then he kicked it for good measure.  It was just one more reminder of all the things that were more attractive to the Russian than him and his career.  Out there, in the spotlight, Viktor was a star, the heart-throb of millions, the handsome and charismatic champion who had rocketed awareness of figure skating to new world-wide heights.  Yuri had the hardest time understanding why one floundering figure skater had drawn his coach away from all of that.

Squatting down in front of the bag, he wrapped both of his arms around it and then used his powerful thighs to lift it.  He tottered to one side, relying on his memories of the house to help him down the corridors until he was at Viktor’s door.  With one foot, he pounded on the portal and waited.

“Come in!” Viktor called, his voice muffled by the door.

Yuri sighed in frustration.  His hands were occupied simply keeping this giant bag of mail from spilling across the floor of the hallway.  He kicked the door again.

“Come … oh … Just a minute …”

The door opened, and Yuri staggered forward until he was in the center of Viktor’s room.  Unfortunately, his arms suddenly gave out, and the duffle hit the floor, the drawstrings releasing their tight hold and spilling a variety of bright envelopes and packages across the floor.  He groaned at the mess and looked up at his coach.

“Sorry …” he started and then stopped seeing the small smile on Viktor’s face.  That smile, those eyes, that face.  It was almost too much, and Yuri turned away, squatting down in the mess and beginning to stuff the mail back into its container.

“You don’t have to do that,” Viktor said, moving beside him so that his knee brushed against Yuri’s.  The butterflies that filled his stomach began to dance heatedly in excitement.  “I can pick this mess up myself.  After all, it’s really mine.”

“No, no,” Yuri disagreed reflexively.  “I made the mess.  I can at least …”

He paused when he heard Viktor laughing beside him and looked over at the stark white envelope in his coach’s hands.  Or it was supposed to be white.  Whoever had sent it to Viktor had pressed a set of lips coated with lipstick repeatedly to the white surface, decorating the paper with kiss after kiss.

It was like a graphic reminder of Yuri’s own secret desires, and he looked down at the envelopes and packets in his own hands.

“I get a lot of these,” Viktor said, a little laugh in his voice.  “It’s wonderful to know that so many people love me.  All kinds of people, all over the world.”

“Yeah,” Yuri said slowly.  “That’s lucky for you.”  But he could lift his eyes from the paper in his hand, and he also didn’t seem to be able to move.  He heard the sound of ripping and the rustling of a letter being smoothed open and then that laugh, the laugh that he loved, echoed around the room again.

“Another marriage proposal.  They just never give up.”

When you’re the prize, Yuri wanted to argue aloud, who wouldn’t fight forever?  Who wouldn’t give up everything — including their dreams — just to be near you?  To wake up beside you every morning?  To go to sleep with you every night?

Angry with the despair that he could feel threatening to choke him, Yuri stuffed his handful of envelopes back into the mail bag.  Unfortunately, one letter slipped out between his fingers, and he reached down to pick up the paper from the floor.  Without thinking about it, he read the address listed on the front, staring at the strange characters, almost not believing what he was seeing.

“What’s this?” he said softly, extending his arm and seeing the envelope shake in his nervous fingers.

“What’s what?” Viktor replied, looking up from the box of chocolates that he had opened, supplied by another adoring fan.

“Here on the envelope?  Is this for you?”

Viktor nodded.  “Sure.  That’s my name.  In Cyrillic characters.  You know that’s how we write in Russia, right?”

“I hadn’t thought about it.  I hadn’t though about anything other than the characters used in English.”

“Well, that’s silly,” his coach said, popping a dark, creamy candy between those lips that Yuri longed to kiss.  “People in Japan don’t even write like that.  But I suppose you all learn English characters after you learn Japanese.  Is it important?  It just has my name and my address from my coach’s training center in Russia.”  Viktor shrugged and turned back to his candies.

Is it important? Yuri gasped, gripping the envelope against his chest to try to hide the excited trembling that was racing through his body.  Important?  It was the second most life-changing moment of Yuri’s entire life.

Unable to believe that he had seen what his eyes had shown him, Yuri pulled the envelope away from his heart and stared down at the black letters chasing each other across the surface.  With one trembling fingertip, he traced the first letter — the alien, Cyrillic character — that made up Viktor’s name.  And his heart sang.

Over and over again, he followed the lines of the character.  Not two angled lines, but a more swooping, curving pair with one straight line.

Like the letter “B”.

[araminthe-ispwitch]

I'm in love with a fairytale

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Yuri on Ice

Rating: K+

Pairing/s: past-Georgi Popovich/Anya

Summary:

Once upon a time, there was a man named Georgi Popovich. Somehow, his story is trying to compete for the title of "Greatest Romantic Tragicomedy of All Time."

Alright, here we go, my late birthday fic for my stupid emo son! (Still can't believe they made his b-day the 26th.)

As I've mentioned in The Accursed Tale of Viktor Nikiforov, Georgi's oneshot is the literal side of the song "Fairytale" by Alexander Rybak (y'all should really watch his live performance of this seriously you won't regret that handsome man). Whereas I've waxed lyrical on the life that Viktor had to choose for the career he has taken, I've... uh... pretty much just did a short play on Georgi and the disaster that was his love life during the anime.

But no worries. Remember that woman he went on a date with in Ep. 10? :D

Cross-posted in: AO3 (don’t bother with the FFNet version because FFNet rejects songfics so I had to edit out this poetic fiction of mine there—but as if that’ll make me stop writing them because of the music industries’ logic)

Important Stuff to Note: 1) This is a song fic, in which I've closely followed the lyrics to portray Georgi's life. Which means you really should watch/listen to "Fairytale" by Alexander Rybak. (not just because it's the greatest song of 2009 what are talking about)

2) Envision the structure and flow of this fic as an AMV about Georgi. Makes better sense considering how short this is compared to Viktor's oneshot, right?

3) Those lines centered, bolded, and italicized all together are the lyrics... and other stuff. ;D

4) A lot of short flashbacks in here, too.

5) This is not my usual writing style, oh no. But nevertheless, hope you enjoy and appreciate this minimalist approach I did for this oneshot.

6) Did you listen to the song yet? :v

I'm in love with a fairytale

Part 2 of the Two Sides of a Fairytale series

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who dreamed of romance.

He dreamed so hard.

Like, really, so damn hard.

All his life.

Oh, god, this boy...

Years ago, when I was younger

I kinda liked a girl I knew

Georgi adjusted his collar for the fifteenth time, straightening the lapels as he stood in front of his floor-length mirror. Everything must be perfect today.

It was just another date with his beloved, most precious Anya—their 13th date, actually!—but everything must still be perfect.

Georgi Popovich wouldn’t settle for anything less when it came to his one true love.

She was mine and we were sweethearts

That was then, but then it’s true

Georgi’s jaw fell and so did the bouquet he bought on the way to his date.

His Anya—his precious, most beautiful Anya—was in the arms of an interloper!

This cannot bE—

“ANYA! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ANYA!”

He was about to hit the stranger where it really hurts, but then suddenly, his angelic Anya—

“Let go, you idiot!"

Three seconds on the leaf-covered ground later, Georgi looked up at his girlfriend with a flabbergasted look on his slapped face.

“A-Anya, my love, why are you—!”

“We’re through, Georgi.”

I’m in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts

Georgi stared at his fallen bouquet. It hadn’t been trampled in the wake of the chaos that happened in the last few minutes, but Anya might as well have trampled on them the same way she trampled on his tender heart.

‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind

I’m already cursed

“ANYA, NO! IT CAN’T BE TRUE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S BETTER THAN ME?!”

Every day we started fighting

Every night, we fell in love

Groaning, Georgi crossed out Procedure Number 16 on his list. He looked back at the tabs of articles open on his laptop as he repositioned the ice pack on his head.

Surely there was a way to get Anya back? She couldn’t possibly be satisfied with that oaf!

There must be a way.

No one else could make me sadder

But no one else could lift me high above

“Anya, my love, I—!”

“SECURITY!”

I don’t know what I was doing

When suddenly, we fell apart

“His theme is what?”

“Coach, don’t you think he’s getting way into this…?”

Georgi ignored the others as he repeated his routine on the rink. He knew they were all watching him and pitying him—largely because he’s been crying non-stop while practicing—but he won’t let their opinions get to him.

He’ll show that wretched woman!

Nowadays, I cannot find her

But when I do, we’ll get a brand new start

Georgi practiced with renewed vigor after hearing Yakov’s news. Viktor was gone! He was now the top skater they have and he has a shot at reaching the Grand Prix Finals!

Finally, he can show the world the fruits of his labor!

And he’ll get to rub his victory at stupid Anya’s face, too! Now she’ll regret dumping him!

I’m in love with a fairytale

The setting couldn’t be more perfect. Anya will also be competing here in China! What a marvelous way to display his intrinsically artistic program to the world!

Just she wait... He'll prove that those... those... stupid Instagram photos of her and him kissing don't mean a thing to him...!

Even though it hurts

I’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth, and I’ll find you! I will cast an eternal curse on you!

‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind

Never mind! I’ll save you with a kiss right now, my princess!

I’m already cursed

Never mind… I will… take a break for… now…

She’s a fairytale, yeah

Georgi watched as Mickey landed another flawless jump. There was so much more emotion in his performance now that it wasn’t hard to deduce what he was skating for.

The scene tugged at his cold heartstrings and he had to smother a sob.

He promised himself that his Free Skate at the Cup of China was the last time he’d cry for her.

Even though it hurts

“And you are…?”

“Georgi! Georgi Popovich! You looked beautiful out there, Anya!”

“… Why, thank you~!”

‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind

“Dinner?”

“Y-Yes! My treat!”

“Hm… Why not?”

I’m already cursed

“Will… Will you be my girlfriend?!”

...

..

.

“Georgi! I’m so sorry!”

Teal-colored eyes blinked into focus as a familiar blonde woman came running towards him. “Ekaterina, are you alright?!” he asked, standing up with hands outstretched, ready to steady her if she wasn’t.

Ekaterina sat down on the park bench with an exhausted huff and flashed him an apologetic smile. “I didn’t think… it would take me so long…”

“You didn’t really have to hurry so much… I could have waited,” said Georgi with concern as he sat back down. Try as he might, he was too busy guiltily reminiscing what happened a year ago at this very same park anyway.

But Ekaterina just waved him off with a chuckle. “But I didn’t want you to wait.” When she peered up at his face with those sparkling gray eyes of hers, Georgi couldn’t find it in himself to chastise her any further—not when she looks so happy.

Why was she looking so happy?

“Here…” She then passed the small box she had brought to him.

“Hm? What’s this?”

Georgi’s eyes widened when he found a variety of sumptuous-looking cupcakes inside. “Try one,” Ekaterina urged.

He chose a cream-colored one and took a bite. “Oh, wow, these are delicious, Ekaterina! Where’d you buy them?”

“… I made them…”

Georgi had to thump his chest to avoid choking, but when he finally calmed down, he looked at Ekaterina like she had revealed herself to be an angel.

“Y-You did?! Really?!”    

The blonde looked down at her lap, but she was glowing red with pride and joy. “W-Well, I… I didn’t want to not bring anything for you like last time so…”

Georgi blinked in confusion. “Oh, you didn’t have to. I mean, I’m fine without anythi—”

“But it’s our date and I wanna bake something for you!” she cut him off loudly—before turning even redder as she realized what she had just squeaked.

Georgi, on the other hand, tried to still his thundering heart and chant to himself that he ought to take this new relationship slow. Because… Because…

He glanced at the beautiful woman next to him, fiddling with her bag’s zipper as she avoided his adoring gaze. Because this time, I want her to want to stay with me.

But it seems… he won’t need to worry much about that, he thought in awe as he took another cupcake.

“Thank you, Ekaterina… They’re really good!”

“O-Oh! Y-You’re welcome!”

“I guess this means you’d make a great housewife, then!”

“…!”

“Ack! Sorry! I-I… F-Forget I said anything!”

“N-No! It’s… It’s fine…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“… Maybe I can make you some Stroganoff next time…”

“…! E-Ekaterina…!”

“Eh?! G-Georgi?! Are you alright?!”

… Crap, I’ve been cursed again.

The End. . . ?

Perhaps not.

But at least this little boy is still dreaming with all his heart.

A/N:

Okay, so unlike the other oneshot, this doesn't need much explanation 'cause, well... it's literally the song itself.

We can say that Georgi's been in love the fairytale that is Anya herself, yes. But my preferred symbolism here is that Georgi's been in love with the idea of love and romance itself. Honestly, I actually believe that the situation with Anya with hadn't been the first one. (Perhaps he had a crush that didn't do so well back then) With this, the chorus makes so much more sense: that even though Georgi's been hurt, he just loves it and wants it so much--almost like he's cursed--that he doesn't mind trying again, even if it means he might get hurt again. In conclusion, my son is a gutsy risk-taker and I just love him so much. (which is why i sprinkled this with comedy because he just inspires my funny bone so much)

I've taken the liberty of calling that blonde woman in Ep. 10 "Ekaterina" as a placeholder name, and I've gone ahead and interpreted a possible persona for her. I already have so many headcanons for her... Crossing my fingers that she's finally The One in S2... >~<

Also, if we'll compare my two oneshots in this series, Viktor's is more about his whole life while Georgi's is just specifically about his love life. AND Disclaimer: Just because Viktor's is longer doesn't mean he's my fave between the two, okay? :v

I'm gonna go ahead and announce this: if I do oneshots about these two again, Georgi will have more because he hasn't gotten his happy-ever-after yet (while Viktor already has Yuuri in canon lol). Also, why did I try to compare them with this songfic series? When Georgi has enough trouble being in Viktor's shadow? Simple. Georgi is supposed to be Viktor's foil in their story. By exposing Viktor's flaws and "ordinariness", Georgi shines more as a likeable and relatable character. Either way, I just hope what I wrote made you guys root for him more.

Belated happy birthday, my stupid son. Easy with the romancing, alright? :v

And with that, Two Sides of a Fairytale is finished. :)