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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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Err.. I’m alive?

I have a ton of reasons why I went into hiatus, it was mostly due to depression and let me tell you folks, it sucks. Like, I honestly don’t know how I got through it.

The home quarantine is making me lose my mind and I need to do something or else I’ll spiral again into that dark place… 

Thank you to everyone who supported and continuously commented on the last PM Viktor installment. I already have a draft and I’m about 80% done so I’m hoping to get it done sometime this month…

Again, thank you everyone for all your support and I truly apologize for the hiatus…

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“Kind of…but different.” Phichit shrugged, barely turning long enough to acknowledge Victor’s question.

“How so?” Victor asked as his question was answered. A burly competitor knocked into a rail-thin girl as she spun on the axis of her blade, grabbing her by the wrist while the beat kept its consistent laid-back pulse. In an instant, the smaller skater kicked up sharply, slicing into his wrist. The detached hand remained gripped on her arm. Her eyes went ravenous as she leered at the man, unhinging the fingers from her wrist one at a time. She gripped him by the thin layer of hair shooting up from his forehead, bent his head back, shoved his own hand in his mouth, and drove him to the ground.

“These can take your arm off in one swipe.” Phichit cocked a grin as he gestured.

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A gentle breeze wafted in from the open balcony doors leading to Viktor’s room.  Opening his eyes and peering at the single ray of sunshine on his floor, Viktor realized it was the weekend.

More importantly, the day he was going to spend with Yuuri.

Bounding hastily from his bed, Viktor donned a light robe and left his room.  He quickly descended down the stairs and headed for the dining room. Clare was busy laying out the spread for breakfast and Viktor sincerely thanked her, taking his seat near the head of the table. His father followed suit soon after, indulging himself by reading the morning’s paper while eating a slice of toast.  Viktor knew his mother wouldn’t be there to join them that morning.  She had a prior engagement of volunteering at the local hospital.  

Quickly scarfing breakfast down, Viktor took the stairs two at a time, reaching his room in record time.  He wanted to wear something light yet dashing that day since he wanted to further impress Yuuri. Choosing a button-up ong-sleeve shirt and linen trousers, Viktor dug his favorite pair of suspenders from a dresser drawer and dressed quickly..

After pressing a kiss to Clare’s cheek, he left the house and made his way to the park he would meet Yuuri at.


Yuuri didn’t sleep well at all that night.  He was too excited since he would be meeting Viktor the next day to distribute boxed lunches to the less fortunate in their town.  Yuuri had never considered the deed, but he was looking forward to making a difference. Even though he felt sluggish, he got out of bed and pondered what to wear that day.  The weather appeared perfect for a day outing, and he prayed it would hold up.  The spring had been relatively cool thus far, so Yuuri chose a long-sleeved shirt, vest, and pants he only wore on special occasions.  

His stomach was in knots so he decided to skip breakfast thus he became ill.  His sister was rambling about the latest tax law, but Yuuri tuned her out.  He couldn’t stand the talk of business at the table on a regular day, and today it was definitely not welcome.

He finished his glass of juice and declined his mother’s offer of breakfast.  He acquiesced to his mother, grabbing a piece of toast on his way out.  After placing the piece in his mouth, Yuuri put on his most comfortable dress shoes and strode toward the door.  Taking a deep breath after removing the slice of toast, Yuuri smiled and walked to the center of town.


The town square was abuzz with activity by the time Yuuri reached it.  He was a tad late since he stopped and spoke to an elderly woman.  He helped take care of her during a bout with the flu and she always thanked him profusely each time she saw him. Typically he didn’t mind chatting with the woman, but he had bigger and better things on his mind this day.

After a fierce hug from the woman and a kiss on the cheek, Yuuri excused himself and resumed his journey to the town square.  He scanned the area when he reached it and found Viktor sitting on a bench near one of the fountains, reading a book. He wanted to shout out his name, see the dazzling smile that graced his face anytime Yuuri saw him.  He wanted the cerulean blue orbs focused on him and him alone, but he wasn’t one to draw attention to himself.

Walking toward the park, Yuuri paused when he was standing in front of him and his shadow fell over Viktor.  Looking up, Viktor grinned happily when he saw Yuuri.  Thinking Viktor couldn’t be any better looking, Yuuri realized he was wrong.  He thought the light blue shirt suited him well, the suspenders adding further breadth of his shoulders.  Yuuri fought the attraction to his new friend the best he could, but it threatened to consume him.

“Are you ready to go to the deli?” Viktor asked, closing his book and standing up.

“Sure,” Yuuri replied.

After a quick stretch, Viktor led the way.  Yuuri had visited the deli several times but didn’t mind Viktor taking the lead.  It left him the opportunity to stare at Viktor’s broad shoulders and trim waist. He refused to let his gaze drift lower as it wasn’t proper.

When they reached the deli, Viktor held the door open for Yuuri.  Viktor followed him and greeted the shop owner when the man saw the pair.  After a quick discussion of how the man’s family was doing, Viktor and Yuuri thanked him for preparing the boxes.  They were already arranged on a cart, so Viktor paid him and grabbed the handle, leading it easily lest the stack of boxes fell.

Yuuri held the door open for Viktor while he steered the cart out of the building.  They chatted about the couple of days they didn’t see each other and realized they were rather boring.  Reaching the poor end of town before they knew it, they began their trek of knocking door-to-door to deliver the boxes.  Viktor knew most of the people, and they thanked him time and again for providing a meal they couldn’t afford on their own.  Several women had tears in their eyes while their children jumped excitedly bout the upcoming feast.  Yuuri pitched in when he noticed several children with the sniffles and coughs.  Advising them to give their children tea with lemon and honey while putting a warm cloth on their chest, Yuuri made a mental note to bring tea bags by to those that couldn’t afford them.  Viktor was further enamored with Yuuri watching him interact with the residents.

By the time they delivered the last box, it was nearing sunset.  The man at the deli said Viktor could return the cart the next day, so they made a stop by his house to leave the cart in the yard.  He attempted to remain silent so his family couldn’t hear him, cursing the squeaky wheels on the cart.  Yuuri had to suppress a giggle when Viktor swore and clasped a hand over his mouth so they wouldn’t be discovered.

Once the cart was secure in the back yard, Viktor raced toward the river, Yuuri on his heels.  The moon was high in the sky and bathing the town in its gentle glow.  When they reached the willow tree, both collapsed onto the ground and laughed breathlessly.  They didn’t get the chance to act silly often, so they enjoyed it while they could.  After catching their breath, Viktor rolled over to face Yuuri.

“Copper for your thoughts,” Viktor said, breaking the silence.

“I was thinking about today,” Yuuri said, “I had so much fun and it was wonderful helping those in need.”

“I love seeing their faces when I help them,” Viktor said, “I feel like I’m making a difference in the world.  My dad thinks a difference is giving them a few cents in a raise.”

“That’s not very helpful,” Yuuri agreed.

“No, it’s not.  This is a way I can keep my philanthropy alive,” Viktor explained.

They fell into comfortable silence once again.  The stars were twinkling in the sky and a gentle breeze kissed their skin as they lay there. Not wanting to interrupt the mood, Yuuri thought about whether he should say what was on his mind.

“Next time you put your philanthropy in action, can I come along?  I want to devise a pamphlet on nutrition to hand out to each family receiving a box,” Yuuri said.

“I think that’s a fascinating idea,” Viktor said.

They chatted about what the next week held for them.  Yuuri would be busy balancing the end of the month records for each client that his father had, mentioning it would bore him to tears.  Viktor was required to be at the plant with his father so he could further learn how to run it.  Neither was looking forward to the week.

“Would you like to dine with me one evening?” Viktor asked, crossing his fingers behind his back.

“I would love that,” Yuuri said, smiling softly.

They made plans to meet up the following Tuesday and stood since it was getting late.  Neither knew what to say in parting, so Viktor took the lead.

“I had a wonderful time today, Yuuri,” Viktor said, “I’ve never enjoyed doing a good deed as much as I did today.”

“It was wonderful,” Yuuri agreed, “Let me know when you want some company next time.”

A small pause fell over them before Viktor took Yuuri’s hands, squeezing slightly.  Leaning over to press his lips against Yuuri’s forehead, Viktor leaned back and stared into Yuuri’s eyes.

“Until next time, my sweet Yuuri,” Viktor said.

Yuuri was speechless while Viktor removed his hands and turned, walking down the hill and disappearing from view when he reached the bridge.  Yuuri touched the spot that Viktor kissed him and sighed shakily.  He knew then that their feelings were mutual and Yuuri was so giddy he felt as if he were one with the stars. Even though he didn’t want the moment to end, Yuuri descended down the hill, looking forward to the next time they met.

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“Yuuri, you did remarkably well!  I would have to call you a natural,” Viktor said, clasping Yuuri’s shoulder and feeling heat rush through him.

Yuuri grinned at Viktor’s choice of words.  He tried his best and while he made several mistakes, he had a wonderful time. Steering the horse was the hardest part, but the suggestions from everyone on the team made it a much more pleasant endeavor.

“I’m not sure about natural,” Yuuri countered, “but I had a fantastic morning.  Thank you so much for inviting me, Viktor.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Viktor said, “Would you like to grab a light lunch in town?”

“I’d love to,” Yuuri said, grinning so much the corners of his eyes crinkled.

Viktor felt himself swoon and cleared his throat to cover his growing attraction of the man next to him.  He enjoyed himself to the fullest that morning and knew polo would seem lackluster without Yuuri there.  Vowing to himself to invite Yuuri every chance he could, Viktor held out his arm and waited for Yuuri to pass him.  

They chatted about how the weather was perfect that day, Viktor’s afternoon of visiting the factory floor, and how soon the initial meeting between their fathers’ would be.  They made a pact to be present during the meeting since they would carry on the legacies of their fathers’ empires.

When they reached the café, Viktor placed his hand on the small of Yuuri’s back.  Realizing it wasn’t an acceptable gesture, Viktor flinched and yanked his hand back.  He was expecting a lecture from Yuuri, but all he received was a soft smile.  It left Viktor feeling better about the brief encounter.

They chose a platter of finger sandwiches along with the lemonade that the café was famous for.  They ventured outside onto the patio and headed for a umbrella-covered table.  Setting the plates and cups on the table, they each took a seat.

“The weather is perfect today,” Yuuri said, resting his elbow on the table and propping his head upon his hand, “I would love it if every day was like this.”

“It would make for a dandy time, would it not?” Viktor asked.

“It would,” Yuuri agreed, “Would you like to play chess in the park when we get done here?  It shouldn’t be too busy there today.”

“I wish I could, but I have to be home soon for the tour.  My father will be angry if I’m late,” Viktor informed him.

“I understand.  Maybe another time,” Yuuri stated.

“What would your agenda hold this afternoon?” Viktor asked.

“I’ll probably go home and read the medical journal I receive in the mail.  My mother subscribed to it for my birthday this past year,” Yuuri said.

“Sounds interesting.  What is the topic for this one?” Viktor inquired.

“How to treat the symptoms of influenza,” Yuuri replied, “The prevention methods are quite out of this world.  It seems it all starts with sanitation of one’s surroundings.”

“That does sound intriguing,” Viktor said, “You’ll have to give me a report of it, Dr. Yuuri.”

“Alright,” he said, chuckling slightly, “I like the way that sounds.”

“As do I,” Viktor said, “No chance that your father would let you go to medical school?”

“None whatsoever,” Yuuri said, sighing wistfully, “It’s nothing more than a pipe dream at this point.”

“I completely understand.  My father would hear nothing of the sort if I said I had other plans with my life.”

“It’s saddening that I have to live my life for a legacy,” Yuuri said sadly, “but on to better subjects.  Tell me about your dreams of philanthropy.”

Viktor took a deep breath before speaking.  He told Yuuri of his want to travel the poorer areas of the world and improve upon their communities.  It was so important to him that he spent his allowance helping the less fortunate in their town procure housing and food. Several of the families he helped worked in his father’s factory and thanked him each time he saw them.  He tried to keep it as brief an encounter as possible as his father lamented it took away time for productivity.

Once Viktor finished speaking, he asked Yuuri about the latest pandemic that was popping up in the eastern part of the world. Yuuri had been following what little news about it that he could.  He tied in what he spoke briefly to Viktor about and added he had been disinfecting local schools in his spare time to discourage the spreading of viruses. While a few doctors in the area recommended antibiotics for viruses, Yuuri took what little knowledge he had in advising families with elderly members along with children to refrain from taking the medication.  At first he was laughed at, but over time and seeing how little illnesses were present in the homes, their occupants began to listen to Yuuri.

“That’s quite admirable,” Viktor said, “I really think you should talk to your father about going to medical school.  You have the aptitude to excel there.”

“I already know what his answer would be,” Yuuri said sadly.

“I’m sorry, Yuuri,” Viktor said, feeling bad for his friend, “Maybe you could help one of the doctors in town?”

“That’s a magnificent idea!” Yuuri exclaimed, perking up suddenly, “I could ask our family doctor.  He’s the most reputable in my opinion.”

Viktor nodded and smiled at him. With Yuuri’s mood improved, their conversation took on a much lighthearted nature, with talk about the peacocks that broke out of the zoo roaming around town, Old Lady Thompson’s famous garden, even the invasion of goldfinches that descended upon the town in recent weeks.

“I can’t say I mind the birds,” Viktor said, “They are quite lovely.”

“They are beautiful, but their droppings carry a multitude of illnesses,” Yuuri declared, “I hope the town will be able to clean up after them.”

“I never thought about that,” Viktor admitted.

They chatted for a bit longer before Viktor checked his watch, sighing when he saw the time.  He had to be home in less than thirty minutes yet he didn’t want to leave Yuuri.  Making plans to get together that weekend, they collected their trash and deposited it into a nearby receptacle.  They exited the building and began walking down a dahlia-lined pathway.  The flowers were fragrant and both enjoyed the towering hedges around them.

“I guess until later?” Viktor said, holding out his hand.

“Until this weekend, Viktor,” Yuuri said, taking Viktor’s hand and squeezing it lightly.

Viktor placed his other hand on top of Yuuri’s and gazed into his chocolate brown eyes, memorizing every fleck in them.  He didn’t want to leave but knew he must. Sighing, Viktor returned the squeeze with one of his own.

“Goodbye, sweet Yuuri.”

And with that, Viktor released Yuuri’s hand and walked toward the alley, disappearing moments later.  Yuuri waited until Viktor was gone a few minutes before placing a hand on his chest and taking a long breath.  When Viktor grasped his hand, he thought his heart would explode, but then his words made his heart soar.  It left him believing there was a hint of a possibility for something more.

“Goodbye,” he whispered before composing himself and heading for home.

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Sorry this is a couple days late!  Life happened.  But without further ado, we hope you enjoy. 


“Yuuri!” Viktor exclaimed, holding up a hand to greet him.

Yuuri waved back and smiled broadly, never feeling as light as he did now.  The pure joy on Viktor’s face from seeing him made Yuuri feel welcome.  The friendly cadence in Viktor’s voice was sincere, and Yuuri had an inkling that Viktor was looking forward to their outing as much as he was.

“Hi Viktor,” he said when he reached him, “How are you this fine morning?”

“Better now that you’re here,” Viktor professed, “I thought we could chat before everyone else arrives.”

There was so much Yuuri wanted to say but didn’t want to appear too eager.  He wanted to know everything there was to know about the man called Viktor Nikiforov.  He wanted to know what made him smile, what made him think and what made him tick.  He wanted to know about what he held dear in life and more about his aspirations than he did now but now was not the time.

“Copper for your thoughts,” Viktor said suddenly.

“Oh nothing,” Yuuri said, fibbing slightly, “What would you like to talk about?”

Viktor pressed a finger to his lips and considered the question, Yuuri thinking the gesture endearing.  There wasn’t much about the man that he didn’t find charming and didn’t think there could be anything that changed his mind.  When Viktor started, he broke Yuuri out of his reverie once more.

“Tell me about your family,” Viktor requested, “I know your father is a financier, but nothing about the Katsuki family in general.”

“Well, my father is Toshiya.  As I said, he’s a financier.  My mother is Hiroko and she’s involved in many societal gatherings and charity organizations.  Remember the flooding in the southern part of town last year?” he asked, watching Viktor nod, “She spearheaded the relief effort for that calamity.”

“That’s quite admirable,” Viktor said.

“I’m proud of her,” Yuuri confessed, “Then there’s my sister, Mari.  She’s my older sibling and helps my father out with his business quite a bit.  She has a knack for numbers and trends.  Much more than I ever will.”

“Can she take over your father’s business when the time comes?” Viktor inquired, “That would leave you the chance to achieve your dream.”

“It isn’t acceptable for a woman to be in such a position,” Yuuri said sadly.

“Who knows,” Viktor said, “Maybe things will change between now and then.”

“Mayhap,” he agreed, “What about you?”

“I’m the only child of Ivan and Oksana Nikiforov.  My father inherited the business from his father and so on.  It’s just recently gotten into steel since it’s the material of the future,” Viktor explained.

“It does seem like it’s everywhere,” Yuuri added.

“Business is booming, that’s for sure,” Viktor said, “My mother holds tea parties most days and frets about my father and I, particularly me.  She is convinced I shall never settle down and produce grandchildren for her.”

“You’re still young,” Yuuri said.

“Tell that to my mother,” he muttered, “Twenty-seven is awfully old in her eyes.”

Yuuri smiled at him, Viktor’s heart fluttering when the corners of his eyes crinkled.  It was refreshing talking to Yuuri like this and he felt relieved conversation came so easily between them.  Listening to Yuuri speak and watching his body language, Viktor felt his attraction for the man grow.

The rest of the players arrived as they were speaking and Viktor introduced Yuuri to them.  They were playing at a nearby country club that morning, dividing into two teams of three.  The game was to last an hour, with six chukkers.  While they had three minutes between each chukker, Viktor hoped the hour would fly by so he could spend more time with Yuuri.

The stroll to the club was pleasant with Viktor’s friends asking Yuuri questions.  They were an amiable bunch and did their best to make Yuuri feel welcome.  Judging by the smile on Yuuri’s face, Viktor assumed he was enjoying himself.  

As they neared the club, Viktor went through the rules of the game and how gameplay would progress.  He explained they’d be foregoing the usual fifteen minute half-time, but they’d have fun even though the match was shortened.  Asking Yuuri whether he was right- or left-handed, Viktor was pleased when he replied right.  He explained that the mallet had to be held in his right hand and he’d steer the horse with his left.  Going over the right-of-way and how to steal the ball from other players, Viktor announced that Yuuri would be on the team with himself and Thom.  He told Yuuri there was normally four players per team, but they had been unable to fill the last two spots.

Yuuri was nervous about doing well since he wasn’t known as a sportsman.  Dabbling on the ice when wintertime rolled around was as far as his athletic ventures went, and while he enjoyed it he knew twirling on the ice was nothing compared to polo.  Determined to do his best, he continued to listen to Viktor give him pointers.

“Don’t try to bump anyone with your horse,” Viktor advised, “That’s for those that have been playing for a while.  Likewise, if someone bumps you, don’t fret.  Stay calm and in control of your horse.  That’s the best thing you can do.  If you need a break, let us know.  We’re not in a tournament so the rules will be lax today.”

“I’m sure I’ll do fine, Viktor,” Yuuri fibbed, hoping he wasn’t visibly anxious.

Viktor smiled and patted his shoulder before heading for the stables.  His family had several horses housed at the club and Viktor wanted to visit his favorite mare.  She wasn’t used often for sport but leisurely rides.  He found himself wondering if Yuuri would enjoy a ride on the grounds one day, mentally choosing the perfect horse for him.  

“Hey Viktor,” Thom said, smirking at him, “Are you borrowing someone else’s horse?”

“No, why?”

“You passed your father’s stalls,” Les said in amusement.

Viktor rolled his eyes and shrugged off his preoccupation.  He was busy contemplating the fun he and Yuuri could have that afternoon:  heading off to lunch after the match, eating in the town square while talking about everything under the sun, strolling through downtown and admiring the different selections to buy in the storefront windows.  He dreamed of walking hand-in-hand with Yuuri, but knew it was entirely out of the question.

Viktor signed two horses out of the stable, rubbing his mare’s head lovingly.  The horse had been in the family since Viktor was a teen and he’d grown to love her.  Viktor couldn’t imagine using another horse beside her.

“She’s beautiful,” Yuuri said, coming over to pet her.

“Thanks,” he said, beaming at Yuuri, “We’ve had her since I turned seventeen.”

“I don’t know horses, but she doesn’t look like she’s ten,” Yuuri said, peering thoughtfully at the horse.

“She’s a young soul,” Viktor replied, grinning when Yuuri chuckled, “Time to get your horse.”

“I have to warn you, I’m not very good on them,” Yuuri stated.

“Betsy will be easy on you.  I promise,” he assured him.

Going over the last minute rules and pointers for the game, Yuuri declared himself ready to play.  Viktor told his friends to take it easy on Yuuri, explaining once again that it was his first game.  Viktor assisted Yuuri onto his horse before heading to his own, thinking how much fun he was going to have.

“Ready?” Viktor asked once Yuuri was settled.

“As I’ll ever be,” Yuuri answered.

“Let the fun begin,” Viktor said.

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Title: Nothing This Beautiful Could Be Real, ch. 9/10
Author: @louciferish
Pairing: Victuuri (Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri)
Word Count: 5,765 (Total: 54,597)
Rating: M  

The first time Yuuri stumbled into that club and saw Tori Adore performing, her custom gown shimmering beneath the stage lights, he fell in love - not only with Tori, but with what she did. Drag. It opened all new doors for Yuuri, giving him a glimpse into a world where he could be someone else - someone beautiful.

Five years later, Victor is starting to realize it’s time to retire Tori. He’s out of college, he’s got a high-profile job as an attorney, and he can’t afford the risk of living a double life. He’s ready to give up life and love (and even dresses) for his career. But just as he’s starting to accept the change he needs, two new people waltz into his life - Saki, a queen who moves like her body is making music, and Yuuri, the quiet but passionate new law clerk at his firm - and Victor finds himself torn between the alluring world of glitter and makeup and the promise of success and domesticity.

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Call Everything on the Ice…

So it’s 2am and I just finished this fic that I told myself I wasn’t gonna start tonight but I did and now I’m crying so you all get to hear about it.

It’s Yuuri on Ice and it’s angst/slow-burn/miscommunication and it’s BEAUTIFUL


  • Victor secretly learning Japanese
  • Yuuri’s mom basically adopting Victor
  • Possibly ill-advised sex before fully communicating
  • Grumpy Yakov
  • Angsty abandonment-issues Victor
  • Mari laughing at both of them
  • A running gag about Trench foot

Anyways y’all should read it.

Rated E. 50k. Complete.

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To All The Skaters I’ve Loved Before

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Round and Gold

“I can’t believe it’s still not finished after almost a hundred and fifty years,” Yuuri says, craning his neck to admire the impressive details carved into the walls of the Sagrada Familia.

Victor hums thoughtfully, paging through the informational booklet. “Maybe it would be, if the architect hadn’t been killed by a runaway streetcar.”

“What, seriously?” Yuuri leans over, peering at the section Victor is pointing at. “He was run over by a streetcar?”

Victor sighs, gesturing at the spires of the cathedral. “I think it’s terribly sad. Can you imagine being in the midst of the greatest accomplishment of your life and being killed out of nowhere in a random freak accident?”

“And never getting to see it become one of the most famous architectural marvels of the world,” Yuuri says, quietly. “Yeah, that is tragic. I guess sometimes there’s just no way to see it coming; ‘live each day as if it’s your last’, and all that.”

What would he do if this were his last day on Earth? Spend time with his family, maybe, but that’s not really possible here in Spain. Mari isn’t scheduled to arrive until tomorrow. If he’s honest with himself, though, the way the day has gone so far is pretty close to exactly how he’d want to spend his last day.

Victor face is still turned skyward with sad, thoughtful eyes. He’s such a sensitive soul, feeling so much empathy for a long-dead architect. Yuuri squeezes his hand comfortingly, and Victor shifts his gaze to him, his clouded expression clearing in an instant. His genuine, brilliant smile as he gives Yuuri’s hand an answering squeeze makes the world stop.

Yuuri’s breath catches. He loves him so much it’s almost painful.

If this were his last day, he’d want to spend it making sure Victor knows exactly how much he means to him. That with the Grand Prix Final looming, all he can think about is that he’d do anything to make it possible for them to stay together afterwards. Skate until he’s forty, if Victor wants to retire from competition and keep coaching him. Retire and go back to Russia with Victor, if Victor wants to go back to competing. How much money would it take to bribe the Russian Skating Federation into letting a Japanese citizen skate for Russia? Maybe he could dust off his music composition skills and work on getting good enough to compose for Victor’s programs. Maybe he could just be a house husband. Or a… stay at home parent.

He can feel his heart racing as he turns to Victor, reaching a hand up and pulling him into a kiss. If only he could just pour all of his feelings into this and have them be perfectly clear.

I love you. I want us to make each other happy for the rest of our lives. Please let me stay with you forever.

But it’s not really possible to convey all that with a kiss, no matter how passionate, how pure.

Maybe that’s why, a short while later, he finds himself having an out of body experience in a jewelry store, watching himself over his own shoulder as he maxes out his credit card. Only the combination of his frayed nerves resulting from the biggest competition of his life looming on the horizon, the existential dread of contemplating the fragility of life, and the voice in his head that’s been telling him for months to hold onto Victor and never let him go could possibly ever make his senses take leave of him to the extent necessary to enable such an insane gesture.

Oh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. What is he doing? Victor looks like he’s in shock. This is absurd.

“Um,” Yuuri says.

Victor stares.

“This…” he clears his throat. “This doesn’t have to mean anything more than you want it to.” Yuuri laughs, and it sounds manic even to his own ears. “It can just be for good luck, or a thank you, or whatever…”

Victor pushes past him and leans over the counter, calling the salesperson back. Fuck, he’s going to demand a refund on a nonrefundable item, by reason of insanity.

Victor buys another ring.

He turns to Yuuri with his purchase wrapped neatly in a box. When had that happened? What is happening?

“I’ll take ‘or whatever’, please,” Victor says, and pulls Yuuri into a hug that goes on for at least three minutes.

Read the rest of the chapter on Ao3

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Title: By Chance One Turns, ch. 20/20 - Complete
Author: @louciferish
Pairing: Victuuri (Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri)
Word Count: 90,779
Rating: M  

In 2011, Victor Nikiforov disappeared from the world of figure skating. One day, he was a champion, and the next, he was gone, vanished from public life without a word. Although Yuuri Katsuki skated on without his idol, five years later he finds himself rudderless, reluctant to return to Hasetsu but sick of skating alone.

It takes a call to his sister to wake him to action. Tourism is down, and the Katsukis are thinking of selling Yu-topia. Desperate to send money home, Yuuri looks for a job in the US.

That’s how he winds up in Chicago, standing on a stranger’s doorstep to introduce himself as the family’s brand new nanny. The last thing he expects is for Victor to be the one who opens the door.

But even as Yuuri settles into his job and bonds with Victor’s daughter, questions arise. What happened to Victor’s career? Where is the girl’s mother? And what awaits Yuuri behind the many locked doors in Victor’s aging brownstone?

A completed work written for @viktuuriangstbang

[Story Here]

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is someone out there to help this pour soul?

well i want to read a victuuri or bakudeku or tododeku fanfic… a really good one

if you can recommend me one, i’ll be extremely happy and you’ll have all my love and happiness just for you

(i like long fics - the longest, the better - also like slow burn, angst, fluff… i don’t care i just want something good to read please ♡)

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Title: By Chance One Turns, ch. 18/20
Author: @louciferish
Pairing: Victuuri (Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri)
Word Count: 76,674 so far
Rating: M  

In 2011, Victor Nikiforov disappeared from the world of figure skating. One day, he was a champion, and the next, he was gone, vanished from public life without a word. Although Yuuri Katsuki skated on without his idol, five years later he finds himself rudderless, reluctant to return to Hasetsu but sick of skating alone.

It takes a call to his sister to wake him to action. Tourism is down, and the Katsukis are thinking of selling Yu-topia. Desperate to send money home, Yuuri looks for a job in the US.

That’s how he winds up in Chicago, standing on a stranger’s doorstep to introduce himself as the family’s brand new nanny. The last thing he expects is for Victor to be the one who opens the door.

But even as Yuuri settles into his job and bonds with Victor’s daughter, questions arise. What happened to Victor’s career? Where is the girl’s mother? And what awaits Yuuri behind the many locked doors in Victor’s aging brownstone?

A completed work written for @viktuuriangstbang

[Story Here]

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Title: Body of Evidence
Writer: @revampired
Artist: @unicornsovermyrainbow
Rating: Explicit (for gore and mild sexual content)
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence
Tags: Jack the Ripper AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Katsuki Yuuri/Omega Victor Nikiforov, Gore, Graphic Depiction of Corpses, Medical-Related Blood and Gore, Period-Typical Sexism (omega-ism?), Serial Killers, Peril, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Whump, ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING(!!!!!!)

Yuuri swallows. His hands shake, he quakes down to his boots. The one consolation is that the knocking of his knees from terror isn’t visible beneath the many layers of skirts.

“Your exams are graded,” Professor Berger snarls. He makes it sound like a threat, and Yuuri certainly feels it. This is the moment where he finds out that he should never have made it here, that he’ll need to go back to Japan, never see Victor again-

“I have here on top the highest score in the class,” Professor Berger continues, putting on thick reading glasses with a gnarled old hand. “Pitiful a score it may be. The best and brightest of all of you is-”

[read chapter two on ao3!]


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The companion Project Runway fic to @haru-torri‘s amazing artwork is finally complete! It only took two years with a baby in the middle but who is counting.


Words:32,642 Chapters:5/5

Yuuri and Phichit have always joked around about being contestants on the hit fashion design reality TV show, Ebb and Floe. When they get the chance to achieve that goal, Yuuri’s anxiety holds him back from being able to audition. It only takes one night of drunken shenanigans to get Yuuri on the show despite his lack of audition, because who could say no to drunk Yuuri? Now he is in for a wild time while he tries to appease the judges, fans, and celebrity host, who is none other than Yuuri’s long-time crush and international supermodel, Victor Nikiforov. Can Yuuri win the right to have his designs featured as a centerfold in Floe magazine? More importantly, can he win the heart of the man on the cover?

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Chapters: 17/18
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont/Christophe Giacometti
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yakov Feltsman, Victor Nikiforov’s Mother, Victor Nikiforov’s Father, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Victorian, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Baron Viktor Nikiforov, Medical Student Katsuki Yuuri, Sugar Daddy Victor Nikiforov, Slow Burn, Rating will go up in later chapters, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character’s Name Spelled as Viktor, Period-Typical Racism, Minor Phichit/Christophe, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Sex, Miscommunication, Switching, Ok maybe moderate angst, No period-typical homophobia
Chapter Summary:  Viktor returns to London and reunites with Yuuri.

Chapter 17: Reunion

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if you have to stay home because of the world coronavirus situation, and are looking for fics to read, these are some of my favorite fics.

NEXT LEVEL: Nights After Dreams 

The silver medal was hard fought and won, but now the stakes are higher than ever. Five gold medals loom on the horizon, but more importantly, the “life and love” within the gold rings. Yuri and Viktor’s relationship grows as they get back on the competition road, and new complications rise with them. (Proper follow-up to the TV series; not AU, no crack ships, no weird shit.) 

The Next Level

The skating season continues (as skating seasons are wont to do), while Victor and Yuuri negotiate the shifts in their relationship, their careers, and their home rink. Sometimes, things even go as planned.

‘Cause I’m a Taker, 'Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature 

This is a story that runs during the main canon of Yuri!!! On Ice, from episode four and beyond until a month after Worlds. Primarily though, this is a story about sex, dating, love, and marriage—yes, in that order.

The Real Podium Family

Follow Yuuri and Viktor as they go through competitions, starting from Viktor’s comeback to the end of the Olympic season.

Gains and Losses

From the Cup of China to the Worlds the following season and the unexpected departure from Russia; two young men discover their feelings. Eighteen months of love and laughter, fear and worry… gains and losses.

Winter Song

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.

Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.

There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

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Here are just a few of the amazing Victuuri AU’s you can go to for the perfect escape

quite fond of stars by neptunedemon
Yuuri is a scientist and Victor is the gorgeous man he meets in a dusty desert cafe who might just not be from this world. This story is vivid and lush and steals my heart each time I read it. General

backwards forwards undo by Littorella and PaintingWithWords
If you could change a moment in your past, would you do it? Well, an enchanted box of chocolates gives Yuuri just that chance and let’s just say … the boy meddles. God, I wanted to strangle Yuuri in this but at the same time, I could relate so well. This story will give you the best kind of heart-pounding anxiety, and the ending is golden. I love their love so much. Teen

Buried in the Snow (I Kept Warm Inside of Your Clothes) by pancake2
Yuuri is a pianist and Victor is a dancer in this blizzard/car trouble/rescue AU. Yuuri definitely doesn’t make the wisest decisions in this, and it makes for a fic with the perfect combination of suspense, humor, and blossoming romance. And I had no idea Helsinki and St. Petersburg were that close to each other! Teen

with a kiss to the firing squad by thehobbem with art by Morrindah
Victor is a Captain in the French air force during World War I and Yuuri is the exotic dancer (and possible spy?) he can’t tear his eyes, or his heart, away from. This story is an adventure from start to finish–dramatic, thrilling, extremely sexy–and my heart didn’t stop pounding till the very end. Teen

you are a perpetual feeling by alykapedia
Victor is tasked with monitoring a rift in the space-time continuum–an unfulfilling job until the day he discovers Yuuri Katsuki. There are an infinity of Yuuris in the multi-verse but something about this particular one tugs at Victor and he decides to risk everything to figure it out. Fling these two across the stars and they’ll still find each other. I love this. Mature

All Things Beautiful by stammiviktor
A fantasy AU based on the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender, but I don’t think you need to know anything about ATLA to love this fic. The world-building is beautiful and rich, the slow reveal of Yuuri’s back story is so rewarding, and the romance between Yuuri and Victor–lovers from kingdoms on opposites sides of a war–is packed with so much heart-tingling emotion. This fic blends magic and love and a bit of politics into a gorgeous story. Mature

You’re Just My Type by LittleLostStar
Victor is a spy on the run and Yuuri is a forensic analyst who just wants to get drunk in this bar and hook up with a decent guy for a change. But Yuuri’s also a disaster who’s so used to disasters that it takes some seriously hysterical dark comedy and a couple dead bodies before he realizes he’s finally found the perfect man. Mature

supplicant; by thehandsingsweapon
I rec’d this a while ago, but it’s honestly one of my favorites so I had to include it here. This is a mythological AU in which Victor is the god of winter and Yuuri is … well, you’ll just have to read and see. This is a wonderful, heart-grabbing, erotic, magical little tale. Explicit

Striding the Line by lucycamui
Victor is a shoe designer and Yuuri is a model in this AU, but is there any universe where Victor isn’t hopelessly smitten? Their personalities translate so well to this setting, and I loved reading the way they fall in love here. This fic is so soft and SO sexy. Explicit

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