#yoi ficlet

[triptychgrip]

Viktor and Yuuri Answer The Web's Most Searched Questions

“I’m Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov!”

“And I’m Yuuri Katsuki Nikiforov!”

They turn to look at each other and grin, attempting to speak in unison.

“And this is the WIRED Autocomplete Interview.”

They’re a little off on the wording, but what is simultaneous is the way they break out into giggles right after saying ‘interview’. It’s only been a few seconds since the cameras have begun rolling, and Viktor is already feeling charmed by the pink tint staining his husband’s cheeks.

“Aww, and we even practiced that a few times!” Yuuri says, now donning a cute little pout.

“It was my fault,” Viktor automatically pipes up, before letting his heart-shaped smile take over his face. “I started speaking a half-beat too late because I was too busy admiring your pretty eyes, love.”

Giggles and hushed whispers immediately break out on the WIRED filming set, but Viktor only has eyes for the way Yuuri’s lips instantly morph, curving into a pleased, albeit shy smile. 

“You’re sweet, Vitya,” he murmurs, before reaching over to hold his hand. 

There’s not much space between them to begin with on the bench they’re seated on, but Yuuri closes that miniscule gap so that their thighs are pressed right up against each other. Viktor hopes the audience is grateful; the slight tension his love is now holding in his leg will give the cameras a nice view of his immaculate, muscular thighs, outfitted in the sleek trackpants that Mizuno specifically designed for him. (After some sleuthing, Phichit had informed the two of them that Kenjirou had gone ahead and bought four different pairs.)

Nyala – the WIRED production assistant in charge of this episode taping – then hands them the show’s distinctive looking question tableau. On it, are Google’s top ten most searched questions containing their names. They’re partially covered, which adds to the fun: they’ll be taking turns reading them aloud, while unpeeling the adhesive covering to reveal each query.

As they’d agreed earlier, he will read and answer the first question, so Yuuri holds the board steady.

“What did Yuuri and Viktor…”

Viktor pauses to draw out the suspense, and then whips off the adhesive in one rapid motion, his enthusiasm almost causing Yuuri to topple over.

“Oops! Sorry, Yuranya!” he exclaims, feeling a bit flustered as he helps his spouse right himself and presses a kiss to his temple. 

Nyala’s eyes are glittering with amusement, so he aims a sheepish smile at her before facing forwards.

“What did Yuuri and Viktor do before they met?” he reads off, feeling quite pleased with this clear opportunity to extol Yuuri’s praises (and, additionally, to lambast certain International Skating Union officials for not recognizing how talented he was prior to that silver medal win at the Barcelona Grand Prix Final).

“Well, the short answer is that we were both competitive figure skaters, but the long answer is more interesting! Let’s start with my Yuuri, because my side of things is boring, not to mention quite sad,” he chirps, not even batting an eye when his husband begins to splutter in protest next to him (“Vitya! Five gold medals at World’s is not sad!”)

But Viktor feigns an inability to hear Yuuri’s counter, and whips his phone out. 

One of the first things he’d done after they’d met at the banquet was to look up as many of Yuuri’s Senior division competitions as he could, hungry to expand his personal archives with any video or photos he could get his hands on. By now, his love is aware of his meticulous culling efforts, because he wears a pained expression as Viktor begins to talk and flip through his photo gallery.

“Where to even begin?” he says, allowing his voice to slide into that grandiose tone that Yurio claims “makes you seem even more punchable than normal”.

“Since we only have an hour for this taping, I will unfortunately have to limit myself to the year of Yuuri’s skating career before he and I met,” he continues on, making sure his annoyance is plain. “And, for those that don’t know, we met in December 2015 at the Sochi Grand Prix Final.”

It’s a testament to their many years of being together, because Yuuri doesn’t even tense at the mention of Sochi. He knows Viktor would never try to embarrass him by contextualizing the event in a way that makes him uncomfortable, and, besides, his spouse now shares the opinion that pole-dancing into your soulmate’s life is a pretty badass meet-cute. Even so, it had taken awhile to convince Yuuri’s anxiety of this, and Viktor owes a lot to their couples’ therapist for that mindset change. 

“Look at this picture of my beautiful Yuuri on the podium at Four Continents’ in February 2015!” he exclaims in triumph, holding his phone up so that the camera operator gets a perfect view. 

Taken in Seoul’s Mokdong Ice Rink is a photo of an adorable, 22-year-old Katsuki Yuuri, wearing a shy smile and holding a bronze medal. Next to him is an obviously ecstatic Celestino Cialdini.

“Now, no offense to anyone, but take it from me: my husband was severely underscored at that competition and should have been standing higher on that podium. Well before he ever broke my World’s winning streak, Yuuri was commanding audiences the world over with his stunning artistry. Particularly, his dazzling interpretation skills,” Viktor states declaratively, his tone brooking no argument.

Well, almost no argument. 

Yuuri makes a barely perceptible noise of disagreement, but it’s enough to make him turn and bestow his most unimpressed expression onto him, as if daring him to issue a rebuttal. 

“Something to say, Yusha?” Viktor prompts, a bit goadingly. “Do you wish to argue with “Living Legend” Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov, who, I daresay, might know a little something or two about judging politics and biased scoring?”

His love gives him a light smack on the bicep, and when he replies, his tone is prim.

“If you want biased scoring to be the focus of this question, then I’ll have to bring up your European Championships score from 2013, where you were unfairly beat out for gold by our good friend, Christophe Giacometti.”

An “oooohing” sort of taunting sound ripples around the set, but far from flustering Yuuri, he just raises a brow and sets his jaw. (Viktor feels quite turned on at the look, as well as his protective instincts.)

“I know how the internet loves to spin things but there’s nothing to spin,” Yuuri continues, dryly. “Christophe, himself, made a big stir at the post-skate press conference about judging bias, and he still regularly tweets at the officials from that competition…so much so, that two of them have blocked him on Twitter.”

Viktor gasps with delight at the memory of this juicy event and his spouse’s answering smirk is all the permission he needs.

“Ok, let me set the scene for you all!” he eagerly volunteers, sitting up straighter on the bench. 

He makes a big show of clearing his throat and Nyala – who, evidently, has the patience of a saint – hides her smile behind her hand. It’s a wonder that she hasn’t redirected their attention back to the question list, yet.

“January 2013: Zagreb, Croatia,” he continues on, in the grave “I’m narrating a documentary” tone that he knows will make Yuuri laugh. “Twenty-three-year old Viktor Nikiforov takes his starting position on the ice of Dom Sportova arena. Unlike present-day, his hair is much more lustrous, and he has not yet needed to start using thickening oil as part of his nightly primping regimen.”

Yuuri smacks his bicep a second time.

—

Hope you enjoyed this ficlet! I adore writing post-canon interview/game content featuring sappy/extra married Viktuuri, so if I get the energy (and need the distraction from my WIPS *nervous laughter*) I may expand this into a proper fic.

If you’re also a fan of this type of thing, you may like my story on ao3 featuring their joint appearance on Vanity Fair’s Lie Detector Game series. It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written :)  

[sugarbunbie]

for my love on ice

by AG1234VL

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

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

Written for Yuri On Ice Gotcha For Gaza.

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

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

[altruistic-meme]

debating sharing the really rough ficlet im writing right now... and if i do, if i'll bother posting it to ao3 or just posting it here......

[rcmclachlan]

Revisiting "Stuff Yuuri Katsuki Full of Cock 2k17"

AO3 should make you sign a contract in blood and have it notarized before you're allowed to orphan one of your stories. The "R" in "R.C." stands for regret in this case!

Of the many fics, ficlets, drabbles, and WIPs I churned out for the YOI fandom that I wish I could un-orphan, these four were my favorites:

immaculate dream, made breath and skin (E)

Almost half his life has been spent training for the day that Victor Nikiforov takes him to bed, so when it finally happens after the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri's prepared. More than prepared: he's ready. No one's ever touched him as a lover, sure, but there's nothing that he hasn't already dreamed about doing or having done to him to make anything that could happen a shock. But apparently Victor's sole purpose in life is to subvert all his expectations. (this is easily the filthiest thing i've ever written)

with the engine inside (E)

Victor brought this on himself.

Full (E)

On the second day of the 2017 Worlds Competition, he takes a bumpy taxi ride from where they’re staying at the Hilton Helsinki Kalastajatorppa to Hartwell Arena, skates a gold medal-winning singles program, gives at least an hour’s worth of interviews to every major network that exists, meets with an insanely wealthy couple that wants him to give pointers to their daughter who would much rather talk to him about horses than skating, and goes out for dinner and drinks with the usual suspects—all with a thick plug inside him that rubs up against his prostate every time he so much as breathes.

Mercalli (E)

There’s an earthquake in Yuuri’s hands as he slides them up the meat of Victor’s thighs, and it threatens to shake Victor to ruin.

Bonus: Thwarted (M)

Yuuri snorts. "Not even you would've taken 'Victor, I fantasize about getting pregnant' seriously."

[farashasilver]

Ficlet, LeoJi, YOI

A little snippet of what was going to eventually be a road trip fic for Leo/Guang Hong, but then I got distracted by a dozen other things and fell out of fandom. Written for a the prompt "one-night stands"

They still hadn't talked about Beijing.

Leo tried really hard to tell himself that Beijing wasn't a mistake, that it hadn't screwed anything up and that they were still best friends. It was kind of hard to draw that firm conclusion about not screwing stuff up with neither of them were talking about it, though.

It was really hard to figure out whether he was mad about the fact that they wouldn't talk about Beijing when Guang Hong was asleep against the passenger side window, his face mashed against the glass, his nose wrinkling adorably when Leo hit a bump in the road that jostled him against the window.

Beijing had been everything Leo thought he wanted. Naked, freckled skin underneath his fingers. Pink lips against his own. Breathy little sounds into his ear. Feeling Guang Hong shake apart underneath him, his fingers wet with come.

Guang Hong snuffled against the window, shifted and sighed, curling around the other way in the passenger seat. Leo knew from experience that sleeping in a car wasn't the most comfortable thing. He still reached out and gently tipped Guang Hong's head back against the window so he wouldn't get a crick in his neck.

So they weren't talking about Beijing. Maybe before this trip was over they'd be not-talking about Flagstaff, Amarillo, Tulsa, St. Louis, Detroit. Leo could maybe learn to live with that.

[ashes0909]

Current Obsessions: Star Wars (Prequel Era, TCW Era, Kenobi the Series, Ahsoka the Series; Obikin); Marvel (all ships); Good Omens; RWRB; OFMD

a guide to my fic

TUMBLR FIC:

Check Please (web comic)

omgcp: jack/bittle

Champion of Blushes

Harry Potter

hp: draco/harry

Communication Cube

Oh How the Tables Have Time-Turned

I fear…

Marvel Ficlets

mcu: steve/tony

Hold Your Hand

Denial

A Battle

Union

Nightly News

Little Ketchup

chocolate, storm, and warm

travel, Canada, animal

raspberry, snow, flowers

sunshine, piano, hug

HP/MCU Crossover AU

The Beat of his Pounding Head

Adverse Anniversaries

The Telepath

Enlisted Omegas

Landline

kitten, chocolate, sunshine

Possessive + Shield = Love 

A Little Hocus Pocus

Scientific Method

McJailbait

“I am eating bread and crying on the floor.”

The worst thing that I ever did / Was what I did to you

"You are the best thing that's ever been mine"

Last Great American Dynasty

mcu: tony/bucky

relief, lost, and found

blue, sunflower, and wonder

monochrome, light, and star

Possessive, Protection, Paperwork

sunburn, piña colada, stingray 

fracture, scream, cry 

lost, angry, armed

humor, magic, Brooklyn

tender, green and trust

A Little Sweetness

“I am crying and the onion is laughing.”

“This blond man has stupid ideas.”

“I do not need to read your terms and services to accept you.”

mcu: steve/tony/bucky

Night Terror Routine

Relinquish, expectation, punish

chocolate, pillow, snow

hand sanitizer, belt, panic

mcu: steve/bucky

Autumn Leaves

mcu: clint/bucky

penguin, marshmallow, cuddle 

dessert, embarrassment and knives

banana, coffee table, golden retriever

mcu: clint/phil

Photo

mcu: gen fic

Planet Z - Natasha, Sam, Bucky

Heels - Bucky Barnes

Red White and Royal Blue

rwrb: alex/henry

The Death of Me (with Kneepads!)

The Sweater

Star Wars

sw: obiwan/anakin

“Please take my jacket.”

Nightmares

“I do not trust men in suits.”

Master of Arts

sw: gen and obikin

Star Wars Tumblr Posts

Yuri!!! On ICE

yoi: viktor/yuuri

Crash and Yearn

AO3 FIC:

Marvel Cinematic Universe (156)

Yuri!!! on Ice (8)

Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid (6)

Supernatural (6)

Harry Potter (5)

Star Wars (4)

Check Please! (Webcomic) (3)

Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston (3)

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS (1)

[thepalaceofharuhime]

I want to improve my writing so I'm offering to write oneshots and ficlets for free!

If you want to read a sample of my writing first i have a short fic pinned on my profile.

Some of the fandoms I'll write for:

ATLA (Avatar the last Airbender)

LOK (The Legend of Korra)

SPOP (Shera and the princesses of power)

TOH (The Owl House)

AMP (Amphibia)

IT (Infinty Train)

PJO (Percy Jackson and other RR books)

SVSSS (Scumbag self sacrificing system)

AOT (Attack on Titan)

NGE (Neon genesis Evangelion)

SxF (Spy x Family)

JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen)

VS (Vinland Saga)

YOI (Yuri on ice)

Ghibli

A lot of other Anime, just ask.

I will do modern AUs and crossovers too!

I won't give set rules on things i won't write, rather i will simply judge evry request based on wether i want to do it. This is because i want to step out of my comfort zone a bit. If something I'm asked to write is too messed up (incest, noncon... etcetera) i simply wont write it.

Lastly if anyone has any suggestions on how i could go about this better I'm happy to hear them! <3 Fic-tober might be over but Fic-zember is here to remember!

[scribeoffate]

Whumptober Ficlets

Hello! I am sad I have not written any whumptober fics and I have some extra time today and I haven't done ficlets in a while!

So send me up to 3 prompts from The 2023 Whumptober List . Please send individual prompts not "number 1" and feel free to mix and match to your heart's content. You can send up to four characters, a pairing/s, or friendships as you desire. Use / for pairings and & for friendship. If you don't send me any characters, I will just choose ones I like and we will probably get more Scott whump. 😈

Ficlets could be anything from one sentence to full-blown fics. I really don't know yet. Let us see!

(If you want to send non teen wolf prompts, please feel free yoi frens. I am out of practice but it might happen. <3)

[joeys-piano]

Writer Interview

Tagged by @backwardshirt to share story linkies. No clean sweeps here. Mostly works from my 2016 - 2018 era are represented here, and they are not good indications of what my work is like now 🤣

Most hits: As Far As You'll Take Me (HP, Tomarry)

Most kudos: When Angels Kiss (YoI, Viktuuri)

Most comments: Mer!Ficlet (YoI, Viktuuri)

Most bookmarks: When Angels Kiss (YoI, Viktuuri)

Most words: How to Tame a Heart (YoI, Viktuuri)

Least words: Soft Makkachin (YoI, fanart)

Tagging, for fun: @feu-eau and @voxofthevoid

[mercedesdecorazon]

LITG Ficlet - S1 (Rachelle)

~~~

Author's Note: I had to write this. I'm trying to fight off this block.

TW: Mentions of colourism and racism. If this is triggering, please click away.

~~~

Allegra was angry.

She was coupled up with Mason, and she was getting to know him. As far as she knew, Mason was smitten with her. That's the thing with some black men. They liked the exotic women like her. Mason even ignored Erikah.

But when she saw Rachelle pulling Mason to the side on the third night at the Villa, she was pissed.

So, of course, she went to confront her.

~~~

Rachelle was a light-skinned black woman with blonde braids and hazel eyes. She spoke with a sultry Irish accent that captured anyone's attention.

She was sitting with Talia and Erikah by the firepit, drinking champagne, when Allegra walked up to her.

"Can I talk to for a second Rachelle?" Allegra tried to keep the hostility out of her voice but judging by Rachelle's raised eyebrow, Talia's side-eye and Erikah holding her laughter in, she was doing a very poor job of that.

"Sure, we can go," Talia gave Rachelle a look before she and Erikah walked off.

Allegra sat across from Rachelle and began to speak.

"Look, I know you made a pass at Mason!" She snapped.

Rachelle looked confused, "I only pulled him aside for a chat. I'd hardly call that a 'pass.'"

"So you wanted have him for yourself!"

"I simply wanted to know if we had a connection. I mean, that's why we're here; to find a connection with someone." Rachelle's voice was calm. "I pulled him for a chat-"

"A connection?! What connection?!" Allegra screeched.

"Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?" Rachelle smiled condescendingly at her.

"No."

"So you're not together then?"

"Mason and I are together-"

"But you're not boyfriend and girlfriend."

"I think it's rude and disgusting to do that. And you have no right to talk to him like that! He's mine and you need to check yourself-!"

Rachelle barked out a laugh, looking amused.

"You really are so insecure, aren't you?" Rachelle smirked.

"There are other boys that are available and yoy should just focused on them-"

"You aren't my mother, so you can't tell me what I can or can't do."

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY IN YOUR LANE?! CAN YOU JUST BACK OFF?!" Allegra's shout caught everyone's attention.

"Why? Did you not kiss Levi and Tim today in the challenge?" Rachelle asked calmly.

"YES! BUT-"

"So why can't I get to know the guys as well? Why can't I be interested in more than one guy? You get to run around here and have flings with several guys-"

"EXCUSE ME?!-"

"So why can't I do the same? Why can't I have the opportunity to get to know the guys as well?"

"You know what? I'm done with this! You can just go screw yourself!" Allegra stood up and stomped off from the firepit.

Rachelle chuckled and sipped her champagne.

~~~

When interviewed a year after her season about her confrontation with Allegra, Rachelle says:

"Most of the time black women on Love Island never get the opportunity to look at their options. At that time, I felt that I should get that opportunity, and I went for it. I think it's hypocritical that these non-black women get the chance to make connections, but the black women can not. It's unfair and wrong. We, as black women, should have that privilege."

~~~

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Thank you @noahsthottie for helping me to unlock this ficlet. Your portrait for Rachelle opened this box.

[unforth]

...okay I lied in my comment, I will answer, but like. Please don't ask me about them. I honestly cannot face that right now. I feel so guilty about how many projects I have in the works and how many ideas I've had since that I haven't even written down. I've hardly written in like a year and half so I don't even remember what half these are. I've added fandom and ship, when I remember, in parens at the end, and also if I actually posted some of it.

Cold Spring Caves Porn Outline (cql, wangxian)

Distant Shores (yoi, viktuuri)

Down to Ash (spn, denny)

Drabble 1-7-22 (yes I literally have a drabble in my WIP folder)

Gregolai ficlet (agoh, Gregolai)

Guardian Bingo (zhenhun, weilan)

HBCS Pitch (original fic, mlm poly)

Hualian a Year in a Relationship Story Idea (tgcf, hualian)

Hualian AU (tgcf, hualian)

idek have some words (yes that's literally the title)

kink meme 7/27 (I think it's spn, destiel but I'm not sure)

Kissing Shenanigans Junior OT4 (cql, Juniors OT4)

modern wangxian twit fic (cql, wangxian)

omega wwx heat auction wip (this one at least is on AO3) (cql, wangxian)

PGD draft 1 (spn, destiel)

PPB Chapter 1 (spn, destiel)

Prostitute x Prostitute WangXian (cql, wangxian)

Ranwan A/B/O Outline (2ha, ranwan)

Speared (spn, destiel)

Tangled Roots (spn, destiel)

tattoo parlor au twit fic thing (I think it's cql, wangxian)

Tentacle LWJ Outline Idea (cql, wangxian)

Testing, Testing, 1-2-3 (spn, deanjimstiel)

Thursday's Angel (also on AO3) (spn, destiel)

Under the Bridge (spn, destiel)

Untitled Viktuuri Fic (yoi, viktuuri)

Useless Hualian Story Idea (tgcf, hualian)

Wangxian Soulmark AU wip (cql, wangxian)

Weilan outline (zhenhun, weilan)

wen qing lives (also on AO3) (cql, chengqing)

I might have posted some others of these but I don't feel like looking through to figure it out.

(tagging no one)

Fic WIP Titles

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @dragongirlg-fics last week and finally getting around to it

Avengers in the Burial Mounds

Bee Birthday - Solidaritea

Chengxian sweetness

Doctor of Demonic Cultivation

glorious and strange*

Horrible Teens

ILU Ladies Squad*

Jiang Yanli | Li Shuitian

JYL/LWJ betrothal

Kisses!

letters wnx

LWJ is decidedly not three

Matchmaker Matchmaker Plz Stop

Multipoint time travel

phoenix mountain reverse

Qin Su's Slutty Adventures*

Scum Villain Fusion

Taking MXY for a Ride*

The Back to the Future Job

wangningxian epistolary

WangNingXian ghostie

Wen Ning Feels

WEN SIBS LIVE AU*

WNX Soft Dom WN

Zhancheng Magic Boyfriend Journal*

*fic is/will be/was intended to be co-written

Some of these are much more... active than others. 😅 I am not tagging that many people, so if you'd like to play, consider this your invitation!

[neutronstarchild]

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

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

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

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

But... who was this one?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Victor's eyes widened further.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the Prompt Mashup Game!

[victuurikatsu]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could I dry your hair?” Yuuri inquired.

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

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

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

“Will you do mine now?”

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

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

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

“Hey Victor?” Yuuri began.

“Yes, Yuuri?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[and-then-yoi-happened]

After Victor got back to St. Petersburg he got his bathroom renovated to fit a bathtub big enough for two grown men to comfortably take a bath together. Did he choose the one with a whirlpool option? Yes, after all they’re good for massaging those sore muscles. Did he also get a shower that could fit them both, and came with an array of shower heads that had various settings? He sure did. 

He knew that one of the things he’d miss in his apartment in St. Petersburg was the Hot Springs, and relaxing in them together with Yuuri after a long day of training. It was a luxury he didn’t want to deny himself nor Yuuri. 

For the other things he’d have to try and come up with compromises... investing in a bigger dining table, so they could have friends and rinkmates over, and maybe (secretly) learning some of Hiroko’s recipes...? Preparing his apartment so that Yuuri would feel at home there was more important to him than any gold medal he’d earned until now. 

There were only a few days until nationals left, when Mila gave him an exasperated look. 

“You haven’t been sleeping much lately, have you?”

“There’s just so much to do...” and after a short break he added, “and I didn’t sleep very well since I arrived here. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night, or I’ll take hours to even fall asleep...”

“Worried how Yuuri’ll do without you by his side at nationals?”

“Yes, partly... but I’m also,” he swallowed and looked down at the ice under his skates, “I’m also nervous Yuuri won’t like living here... what if he doesn’t like the apartment? What if he feels alone without his family, in a country where he doesn’t speak the language? What if—“

“Ok Vitya that’s enough,” Mila laughed. “It will be fine, trust me. You don’t have to have everything perfect for Yuuri’s arrival—I know you want to—but it‘s really not needed. You want it to be Yuuri‘s and your home, don‘t you? Then wait until Yuuri‘s here, and arrange the apartment together. You can even go on fun little dates to home department stores...“

Victor felt a light blush forming on his cheeks and nose. That was a lovely thought. Building his, no their home together with Yuuri...

“Glad you like that thought, but please try to get your head into your training or Yakov‘s vein will pop,” she said with a wink before she put her bottle down on the board again and skated away. 

[sailormelanie]

Raising Yuri: Yuri’s Accidental Love Confession to Otabek

Yuri (18), Victor and Yuuri are in the break room at the rink. Yuri fiddles around with his phone and holds it up to his ear.

Victor: Yuratchka! Are you making a phone call? Are you calling your grandpa?

Yuri: *annoyed, but shakes his head no*

Victor: I thought your generation didn’t make phone calls!

Yuuri: We’re in the same generation…

Yuri: *growls* Shut up! I’m calling Otabek. He’s with some relatives in the mountains or something and doesn’t have wifi or reception. I have no idea when the hell his flight is supposed to get in tomorrow because the idiot didn’t send me his-

Yuri gets cut off by an answering machine with a message in Kazakh.

Yuri: *gets nervous* Uhh...hi...it’s um...it’s Yuri. Plisetsky. Uhm. Otabek. Calling Otabek. Uhm. When...when are you supposed to get here? Just...let me know………*silence* …….just call me back all right! It’s Yuri by the way……*realizes he already said that* OK LOVE YOU BYE. *hangs up*

Yuuri & Victor: *shocked*

Yuri: *also shocked*

Yuuri: Uhm...did you just...use the L word?

Yuri: *still as a statue* fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

Yuuri: Have you guys even used the L word together yet?

Yuri: *panics* NO. WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING.

Victor: Yurio! What happened?!

Yuri: I PANICKED, OK?! I ONLY CALL MY GRANDPA. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO HANG UP.

Yuuri: *waves his arms in the air* It’s ok! It’s ok! I’m sure you can just tell him it was...an accident?

Yuri: THAT’S SO STUPID. SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT. WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO.

Victor: *takes out his phone with a flurry and holds up a hand to calm Yuri down* It’s ok. I got this.

Yuuri: *turns to Victor* Are you…?

Victor: *nods* Yes. *puts phone to his ear* It’s time to call...the Network.

*cue hair-brained Victor scheme to somehow get the message erased from Otabek’s relative’s answering machine - a helicopter may or may not be involved*

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Happy Birthday, Best Boy!

Yuuri’s birthday begins, as it has for the last seven years, with Phichit’s birthday song. His friend had written it for him during Yuuri’s first birthday in America, insisting that an original Chulanont masterpiece was better than the tiring, still copyrighted Birthday Song.

(Honestly, Yuuri still couldn’t believe that it would be under copyright for the next decade or so.)

Phichit called him from his laptop. It allowed Yuuri to get a better look at the large red and gold banner his friend hung above himself, wishing him a happy birthday. Phichit wore a pale blue party hat and a large, black shirt with “Hap Birth Yuu” meticulously detailed in silver sequins.

Bunched together in his hands, Phichit’s three hamsters donned tiny conical hats on their heads. They sniffed and squeaked at the camera sending Yuuri their own little greetings. They’re much cuter now that they’re not being used to nip at him until Phichit had his attention.

Though, their presence hadn’t been as whiplash-inducing as Phichit’s new way of starting his birthday. With his custom ringtone, his call shocked Yuuri out of his comfortable cuddle pile then banished his fiancé and dog out into the hall for the foreseeable future.

“But Yuuri, it’s your birthday!” he pouted.

“It’s midnight.”

“Exactly,” Phichit laughed.

His hands disappear off-screen, where Yuuri is sure he releases his pets into the wilderness at his his bedroom floor. When he reappears in Yuuri’s field of vision, Phichit’s right hand is wrapped around the neck of a guitar, one he purchased seven years ago and never bothered learning to play.

He strums it experimentally, it is clearly not tuned. But that was alright, as Phichit would only really need it a handful of times.

“Are you ready for your birthday song, birthday boy?” he shrieked, pointing dramatically at the camera.

Yuuri couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Do your worst.”

And Phichit did. He’d apparently prepared background drumming and animal noises to supplement his occasional downward strum.

“Happy, happy birthday to you, the best boy

It’s your special day, you great boy

Happy, happy birthday, my sweet, precious boy

You’re the best boy to have ever boy-ed!”

“Are you do—”

He shushed him, “You know this thing comes with a big finish! You’re the best boy to have ever… boooooooy-ed!”

Yuuri winced through the cacophony of monkey screeches and firework explosions. Phichit jumped off his bed and waved his guitar above him manically like a man possessed. Glitter and confetti rained above him, quickly joined by tiny, crudely-made Yuuri plushies thrown by unseen hands. One in particular had been aimed right at Phichit’s face.

“Mayuree!” he squawked.

His sister’s unrepentant voice came from his left. “Whoops!”

He glared off to the side for a moment before turning back to Yuuri. With all the flair of a hooked fish, he leaped backwards onto his bed with a final, jovial, “Happy birthday, you beautiful, pancake child!”

All in all, it was a sparkly, noisy disaster. And Phichit had outdone himself again, all to start Yuuri’s birthday right.

“8/10 this year, Phichit,” he said, failing to keep his voice deadpan. “I docked points off for all the clean up you’re gonna have to do after.”

“Boooooooooo!”