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    Victor weighed the options before him. One: he could listen to Chris and ignore the feeling sparking inside him that carried the lingering hint of Yuuri’s touch. The softest, warmest touch he’d ever known. He’d box up everything inside, tape it up thrice, and find Yuuri a suitable placement away from him. Two: he’d find his own way to fix Yuuri so that the function no longer shackled his heart.  

He was fucked.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/22703635/chapters/56242108

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“YOU UPGRADED HIM?!?” It was more of an accusation than a question, hurled in the direction of the soundboard. An Italian accent emphasized the anger in the spewed words as Victor watched a young man storm into the middle of the arena, arms thrown up in his ire. He pointed his finger like a gun ready to blaze, but it wasn’t an actual gun this time, only the puffed-up bellow of an infuriated Italian.

The riotous crowd had died down in the few minutes since Yuri’s win, the massive throng tapering off to some stragglers. Lingering wisps of fog eddied around the steel barstools, evaporating as the warehouse lights turned on. A closing sign. Only Victor, his company, and a few crews and teams remained near the cage. Phichit entertained Yuuri and Chris, skimming through the pictures he’d managed to take, though Victor hardly knew when he’d had time. It felt like only a second between when the electronic beats started up and when Yuri stood atop the pile of automated carcasses, claiming victory. If he hadn’t been gushing sparks from the wires of his severed arm, Victor would have thought he’d traveled back in time, into a gladiator pit where Yuri was king of the lions.

Otabek simply shrugged at the man, but Victor could see his smirk growing as Yuri rolled up next to the mix stand. “You took their heads off?” was all Otabek asked, voice as low as Victor remembered from the institute, filtered with ease versus the commanding tone he recalled.

“They took my arm. We’re even. They’ll be fine.” Yuri kicked his skates off and up into his arm with on movement, his nonchalance disconcerting as he leaned over the edge, relaxing his remaining arm while the other dangled from his hand.


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18 Phichiametti please please please kind writer

This is going up first because frankly, the idea for this prompt response was pretty much instantaneously in my brain lol 

Good luck lovely, lovely reader! 

Quarantine Prompt List 

A long day of coaching left Chris feeling slightly cross-eyed and less than sure footed as he stumbled toward the bedroom, body begging him for an immediate shower. 

Bright red wrapping paper around a box caught his eye where it rested in the center of the bed. Curiosity tickled awake even the most exhausted parts of his mind as he leaned forward to snag the card addressed in unmistakable handwriting. 

“Love, went to get dinner, got you a surprise. Please be wearing it when I get back.” 

Phichit’s patented smiling hamster doodle took the place of his name, a detail that always left Chris feeling embarrassingly smitten even after more than a year of marriage. 

Humming as he made his way into the bathroom, Chris tucked the box under his arm and decided to wait until after he was clean to see what Phichit had in store for him. 

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My illustrations of Yuri On Ice characters[part ½] ❤

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🇷🇺Ice daddy and figure skating legend, Viktor Nikiforov.

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🇯🇵Sexy kastudon, Eros, Japan’s ace, and baby boi, Yuri Kastuki.

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🇷🇺Russia’s kitty—I mean tiger, Yuri(Yurio) Plisetsky.

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🇹🇭 The selfie king, number one Viktuuri shipper, and Thailand’s pride, Phichit Chulanont.

(I just wanna take this moment to say that I love Phichit Chulanont so much and I would die for him, thank you. Btw, who do you ship our boy with? I saw he’s famously shipped with Seung-Gil or Chris, but I ship him with his phone tbh xD)

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🇨🇭The sultry Swiss, Christophe Giacometti.

(If Chris retire from figure skating, I honestly think he’d be a successful beauty guru on YouTube—he and Viktor xD And ohmygod have y'all watch the English dub of YOI too? Ohmygod Christophe’s voice ohmygod ugh)

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🇰🇿 Kazakhstan’s hero, Otabek Altin.

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🇨🇦 It’s JJ Style!!! The king, Jean Jack/Jacques Leroy.

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Originally posted by the-moonlight-witch

Took me 5 days to make an actual post but…

Minakoless the Yuri on Ice fic Chapter 16 is added and there:

- Yuuri tries to be a good student (and fails completely)

- there’s a magical circle in the dorm kitchen that summons what’s the least wanted

- our lil group chat is growing

- respect for others’ sleeping hours is not a thing

- very vague borscht reference (aka I was having borscht while writing)

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Natasha Nitori

August 2015

Natasha entered the studio with a quick wave to her aunt, uncle, and cousin, who sat in the reception area.

“Natasha, look who’s here.” One of the other girls from her lesson called her over to the big picture window that allowed a view into the next studio room. There Madam Baranovskaya was instructing Yuri Plisetsky along with his coach Yakov Feltsman. The other girls were squealing and pretending to faint, the fangirl behavior was a reason that Natasha had never told them that she skated in the same circuit as Yuri.

He glanced at the window and his face lit up with recognition before his attention was brought back by the adults.

“Natasha.”

She looked up to see Yuri jerk his head to a side door and leave.

“Sorry, Auntie. Just a moment.” Natasha left her aunt while slipping on her jacket. “Yes?” She asked as the door clicked shut behind her and snowflakes settled in her hair.

“How’s your mom?”

Natasha smiled, she had expected him to be fully focused on his skate or to comment on his fans. Then her smiled faded. “She’s not better. The doctor’s say she’s holding on, but talk quietly with my aunt and uncle.”

“Has your dad come to see her?” He scuffed his foot on the ground.

“No, he video calls, but he can’t leave Australia for now.”

There was a muffled call of “Yuri” through the door.

“Better get back to training.” Natasha turned back to the door.

“What about you?” Yuri turned with her.

“Taking a short day to visit mom in the hospital.” She peeked through the door. “Coast is clear if you want to sneak in.”

October 2015

Natasha was in the middle of her second spin when she heard it. It was a whisper, yet she heard it over the music and the crowd.

“I love you, baby doll.”

She lost focus, falling, she spun and kicked out, scrambling to get back on her blades. She clutched at her heart, it ached, something was wrong. She searched the audience, not hearing the announcer. She found her aunt, with her phone pressed to her ear and a hand over her mouth. Natasha pushed forward, straight for the exit. Medical personnel met her, she pushed through, looking for her aunt. Her uncle and cousin long back in Japan.

Other skaters clustered around her, talking, but she didn’t hear. Not until she ran smack into Christophe and he shook her by the shoulders until she responded.

“What are you doing, you’ve barely started your skate.”

“Something’s wrong, I need my aunt.” She tried to push away.

“What’s wrong?”

“My mom is gone, I’m sure.”

“Alright, sit down. Don’t ruin your skates. I can see your aunt making her way here.” Christophe looked out over the crowd. Natasha’s coach had over heard and was making his way to the judges.

“Natasha, Natasha.” Her aunt’s voice was soothing. “You sensed it, didn’t you?”

Natasha was wrapped up into a hug.

“The hospital just called. She passed quietly.”

“Mama.” Natasha moaned as she started to cry in her aunt’s embrace.

“Let’s get you home, Sweetie.”

( just an idea that’s been on my mind, a sort of crossover with Free! and Yuri on ice. Not sure if it’s any good, if you’d like more leave a note.)

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… “Come on.” Yuri beckoned as he continued walking forward, leaving Victor strangling to untangle himself or else fall.

“Where are we going?”

“I…might know how to find him,” Yuri gave, rather reluctantly.

“Really?!?” Victor’s heart flipped and he almost twirled in excitement.

“Yeah… I need to do a few things first.” Victor felt Yuri’s eyes sweep over him, sizing him up with a dissatisfied look.  “Are you going to wear that all day?”

Victor looked down, running his fingers ran along the silken threads of his sweater, the crisscross of blacks and greys and whites intertwining with one another, before he frowned at Yuri. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“You look like you’re a hundred, old man.”

“I got this in Milan!” Victor pouted.

Yuri shook his head. “Fine. Don’t blame me if it gets wrecked. I’ll take you where you want to go. Just one rule.”

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Relationship headcanon for Chris from yuri on ice with a small feisty gal? Thank you in advance hun! Also I just found your blog and I love it

Besides the fact that I’m nearly 100000000% sure that Chris from Yuri! On Ice is super hella fkn gay, I love him and this prompt and will fulfill it as best I can! Thanks love! :)

  • If there’s one thing that describes you and Chris’ relationship, it would be fire.
  • The two of you have known each other for a while, but from the very first second you met, the element always drove you both to try to out-do each other. In competition, in practice, in personality, in basically every facet of your lives.
  • And you live for it.
  • It isn’t an angry fire that you lit inside the other, more of a feisty passion to do better. You’re both so driven by your abilities and inner motivation that finding someone with that same level of commitment and inspiration is rare.
  • So when you find each other, you grab hold and never let go.

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