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fifteenleads · 3 years

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A YOI x Chrono Trigger AU fic from Ye Olde 2018-ish Era. Go figure.

I can’t even remember what the hell I titled this before. Welp.

Chapter One: “That’s a Nice Band-Aid, Darling.”

They say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and that a hero's adventure begins with a cliché-ass wake-up call - something like, "Good morning, Crono!," perhaps. How that even made it on to TV Tropes, Yuuri would never understand. But it is on TV Tropes, and he is in bed reading it.

He's glad his mother doesn't wake him up that way, at least. But then again, he's always up before five a.m. anyway. Sadly, the daily deliveries won't take care of themselves.

Yuuri glances at the time on his tablet. 4:59. Someone will come knocking in three, two, one --

"Yuuri! Get up!" Mari's voice is accompanied by three sharp raps on the door. "Go with dad to the plaza and help him set up!"

This is the part where the hero typically groans at being woken up before grudgingly getting themselves out of bed, but Yuuri Katsuki does not groan. He shouts back that he'll be down in a minute while looking for that darned sock that has gone missing now, of all times. Phichit would surely laugh hard at seeing his best friend hopping frantically on one foot while wearing a poodle-patterned sock. It'll probably go viral on Instagram, too, but that's pretty much a given already. Someone has to part the boy from his gadgets long-term after the Millenial Fair is over.

The minute is up, so Yuuri gives up and gets another sock from the drawer. It is patterned with the face of a silver-haired man surrounded by snowflakes. He has no idea how that found its way into his pile of clothing, but for now, mismatched socks are better than being late.

Yuuri makes his way downstairs and greets his mother, who is busy in the kitchen. Hiroko sends him off with an allowance of fifty kin and packed lunch for him and his father. He ignores Mari's snickering as she musses his hair while glancing at his feet.

The ride to the plaza is pretty short. It is already bustling with people even at such an early hour, all the sellers trying to outdo each other in showing off their wares. Yuuri chuckles as his father joins in the fray, calling out to everyone about the best katsudon in town. Everyone is excited for Hasetsu Kingdom's first Millenial Fair, and with it, the hopes for a thousand years more of peace and prosperity to come.

Toshiya leads the way to their assigned spot, a quaint little corner by the northern area of the square. The tent had already been set up the day before, so all that's left to do is to arrange the food and drinks before the first customers come in. Yuuri passively observes the hustle and bustle around them. Much energy is palpable in the air, and the excited hubbub only grows louder as the sun rises. Some stalls have weapons and armor, others exotic trinkets and accessories. He even spots a merchant selling animals. Phichit would probably want to pick up a new hamster on the way home later.

His eyes wander to the secluded area beyond the main square. Yuuri hoped Phichit's solo exhibit would be a success this time, too. His friend loved tinkering with machines since he was little, and it brought him and his family great fortune as he won scientific contests left and right. His magnum opus, a two-machine teleporter, had impressed the university professors and the panel of judges alike, earning him the highest thesis grade and the first prize for the National Physics Summit.

Yuuri's hand stills when his father calls his name. He had been adding portions of garnish to the newly-cut fried pork cutlets. He instinctively opens his mouth to apologize, but Toshiya immediately pats his back and pushes a one hundred-kin note into his hand. "I'll take care of the stall. You go have fun." He winks at his son mischievously, and Yuuri pushes down the growing blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Th-Thanks, dad," he mumbles, bowing slightly before making his way to the northernmost part of the square. Phichit would probably be busy right now, but he would never refuse breakfast and morning coffee. It had been their time-honored tradition as college roommates, after all.

Yuuri stops by a mobile café and orders two tall hazelnut lattés and a baguette loaf. He is turning to leave with breakfast in hand when he bumps into the next person in line, spilling hot coffee over his white shirt. The other person, too, recoils in pain, reflexively putting a slender finger into his mouth to nurse it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry!" Yuuri exclaims, setting aside the food and drink and beginning to fuss over the man. He searches his bag for the small bottle of salve he always brings with him, and proceeds to apply a small amount over the man's injured finger, covering it with a band-aid afterwards.

The other man chuckles as he lets Yuuri take care of him. "It's quite all right," he assures airily, waving the bandaged hand with a smile. "I was also too close to you in line, as well." His blue eyes crinkle beautifully as he smiles, and Yuuri fights yet another blush from coloring his face. "I love this band-aid, though!" the man comments. "Where did you get it?"

"F-From the kids' section of the pharmacy," Yuuri admits, embarrassed. He just had to use that one by mistake instead of the flesh-tones ones, did he? Why now, of all times? "The poodle-patterned ones were part of a limited edition series."

"Nice!" the man exclaims in delight, scrutinizing the design closely. "Thank you so much for giving me this one. I love it!" He winks at Yuuri and places a light kiss over his own bandaged finger.

Yuuri wishes the ground would swallow him whole right this instant.

"U-Um, I think I'll get going now," he excuses himself, retrieving the coffee and bread from the counter. "My friend is waiting uphill. I'm so sorry again." Yuuri quickly nods his head and goes on his way, but the other man takes a long stride and ends up beside him, taking the baguette loaf out of his arms.

"It's okay, I'll help you," he offers happily as they ascend the stone steps. "I'm alone today, anyway." The man cradles the food with his left arm and extends his right hand out to Yuuri. "I'm Binktop, by the way. What's your name?"

For an instant, Yuuri is tempted to laugh out loud. The funny name hardly matches the man's regal appearance at all. He must be a foreigner, like the many others who have come to Hasetsu Kingom to join in the festivities. As a citizen of Hasetsu, therefore, he is to show this man the utmost respect and hospitality he deserves, funny names or not.

He shakes Binktop's hand, the cool skin sending small shivers down his spine. "I'm Yuuri. It's nice to meet you, Binktop."

"A pleasure." Binktop returns the handshake with a smile, and they continue going up the stairs. "So, Yuuri, are you also alone here today?"

"Our family actually has a food stall down at the main square, but my dad told me to enjoy myself today," Yuuri explains. "I'm on my way to see my friend, actually. He's an inventor."

Binktop's eyes widen and sparkle in delight, and he accidentally climbs two steps at once. "Wow! He must be really smart!"

"He is," Yuuri nods fondly in agreement. "Phichit has a solo exhibit today. This project won him first place at the National Physics Summit last month."

"That's amazing!" Binktop gushes in admiration, his silver bangs parting to reveal twinkling blue eyes. "I can't wait to meet him!" Yuuri smiles back proudly in response.

They reach the top of the stairs in a minute. The miniature square is cluttered with various machine parts and wires of different lengths and calibers. The two main pods have already been set in their positions, though not yet fully-assembled as Yuuri remembers them. It's definitely like Phichit to cram at the last minute.

The soft whirring noise dies down as the two approach the left pod, and a brown-skinned young man in a bandanna and overalls comes out to greet them. "Yuuri! You're here!"

Yuuri shrugs good-naturedly and hands Phichit the cup of coffee. "I'd love to hug you, but you're covered in oil and soot right now." He smiles widely at his best friend. "Good luck with your exhibit today!"

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You don't know how much I need it!" Phichit downs the coffee in an instant, breathing rapidly through his mouth afterwards to cool his tongue. "I heard the prince is coming with the royal delegation to watch my demonstration! I am so nervous!"

This time, Yuuri pats Phichit's shoulder encouragingly, not minding his hand blackening with soot afterwards. "You'll do well, Phichit! You've done this before; you can do it again."

"Good luck, Phichit!" Binktop adds, sending a friendly wink and a thumbs-up of his own. Phichit is surprised at the additional voice, and notices the other man for the first time. His nervous expression immediately changes to one of teasing, instantly directed at his friend. "Yuuri!" he whispers loudly. "Who's the hot guy?!"

"H-He's not - I mean -" Yuuri splutters, coughing into his hand to stop himself. He doesn't even bother hiding his obviously-reddened cheeks anymore; nothing ever escapes Phichit's notice, anyway. Tonight's phone call is going to be a long one.

When Yuuri has composed himself, he turns to Binktop. "Phichit, this is Binktop. I ran into him in the square today. Binktop, this is my friend, Phichit."

"Hi there!" Phichit merrily extends a hand to Binktop. "Phichit Chulanont, at your service!"

"Binktop," he introduces himself, shaking Phichit's hand. "Yuuri here has told me a lot about you."

"Hahaha, good things, I hope!" Phichit laughs, before shooting Yuuri an expectant glare. Yuuri grins back before taking another sip of coffee.

Phichit shows them around the workplace, pointing out the different parts of the invention and which part goes where. His black eyes shine brightly as he rambles in tech jargon while explaining the principle behind the teleporter. Binktop nods excitedly while asking questions, while Yuuri merely watches them interact. Despite his "nerdy glasses," as Phichit had christened them, he is not really into scientific stuff, having taken up a sports major in university.

"Sure thing! I was about to give this thing a test run, anyway." Phichit beckons Yuuri to come over. "Yuuri! Could you kindly step on the left pod? Binktop wants a demonstration."

Yuuri opens his mouth to protest, but knows better than to interrupt his friend when he is in scientist-mode. He may have also wanted to impress Binktop with his bravery, but he doesn't know it yet. Huffing, he finishes the rest of his coffee in one gulp and does as he is told.

Phichit flips the switch, and Yuuri almost loses his footing as he feels himself being sucked away into a vacuum space. Black, wavy lines fill his vision for a moment before everything around him returns to normal. He steps off the right pod and flashes the peace sign at Phichit and Binktop from across the square.

Binktop immediately makes a beeline for Yuuri and embraces him tightly, while Phichit pumps his fist in joy. "Wow, amazing!" he exclaims as he cups Yuuri's face. "You actually teleported!"

"That's how it's supposed to work," Yuuri answers matter-of-factly, but even he has an undeniably huge smile on his face. Phichit's exhibit is surely going to be a massive hit amongst the fair-goers.

"Can I give it a try, too?" Binktop asks Phichit excitedly, still not letting go of Yuuri. "It looks like so much fun!"

"Of course, Binktop!" Phichit laughs, gesturing at the left pod. "Anything for Yuuri's friend!"

Binktop lets out a whoop and disentangles himself from Yuuri. He lightly steps onto the left pod and runs a hand throuh his silver hair. "Watch me, Yuuri!" He sends a playful wink in Yuuri's direction before nodding at Phichit.

"All right, let's do this!" Phichit flips the switch again. Nothing happens at first, so he turns the machine off and on while observing the monitors. Worry begins to creep into his expression as he starts fiddling with the controls, but still, nothing happens.

A gasp from the left pod directs their attention to Binktop, whose pendant is glowing brightly from inside his shirt. It seems to be resonating with the core machine of the teleporter, from which ominous sparks begin to fly out. Phichit shouts at Binktop to get off the pod immediately, but Binktop hears it too late.

A large wormhole, unlike the one Yuuri had seen briefly while he teleported, opens up in the space behind Binktop and appears to be sucking him in. Trying his best to hold his ground, Binktop cries out for help as he extends his hand. In a panic, Yuuri runs up to the left pod and tries to grab him, but his whole body disappears in a flash of light, and the wormhole closes in an instant. Yuuri is left alone on the pod, Binktop's golden pendant in his hand.

Phichit is the first to regain his voice after a few minutes. "What the hell... This wasn't supposed to happen..." Yuuri turns to his friend, who is kneeling by the controllers in shock. Long tracks of tears have washed away the layers of soot on his face.

He runs down to embrace Phichit, who is now trembling in his friend's arms. "Yuuri, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean for this to happen!"

Yuuri runs his hands over his friend's back, ignoring his own swimming vision and the violent hammering of his own heart in his chest. Now is not the time to deal with an impending anxiety attack - not when Phichit needs his help.

"Phichit. Look at me," he instructs calmly. "Breathe with me."

Together, they go through the motions, inhaling and exhaling deeply in unison. Most of the time, it was Phichit who did this for Yuuri when they were still in college together. It always helped calm Yuuri down after an attack, and Yuuri is more than glad to return the favor now. They cannot afford to be too calm, however - they still have to find out where the hell Binktop went.

Some day this is turning out to be. Yuuri swears never to get up before five a.m. ever again.

Phichit looks up at him and nods determinedly. Yuuri lets go of his friend as he begins to go over his notes. "Either the telepod malfunctioned, or something else did it," he thinks aloud to the clearing at large. "I'm suspecting your friend's pendant had an unusual reaction with the core interface, causing a ripple in the space-time fabric or something."

Yuuri gapes at Phichit incredulously. "You mean, like, time travel?!"

"I don't know yet." Phichit bites his lower lip in deep thought. "That wormhole could have led anywhere. It's too dangerous to try anything at this point."

"We have to bring Binktop back, Phichit! There's no time!"

"I know that!" Phichit snaps, rubbing a blackened hand on his temple at the sudden outburst. "It's not as easy as it seems. We have to find out how to open that wormhole, for starters. There must be something about that pendant."

Yuuri lifts the pendant in his hand against the daylight. It is a small, round, golden medallion with intricate rose patterns bordering its circumference, hanging from a simple chain. The pendant also seems to be pretty old but well-maintained. He briefly wonders where Binktop must have gotten such a valuable trinket and how much it must have cost, but pushes these thoughts out of his mind.

A tiny spark jumps out of the medallion, causing Yuuri to drop the pendant onto the left pod in surprise. Immediately, it causes another reaction, violent gusts of wind forming around them as the wormhole opens once more.

"Well," Phichit laughs brokenly, "that was easy enough!" With a hand shielding his face, he struggles to walk against the wind's direction and tries to pick up the pendant off the ground.

Yuuri has other ideas, however. He uses his stronger body to his advantage and overtakes Phichit in a second, picking up the pendant and wearing it around his neck.

"Yuuri! What are you doing?!" Phichit shouts in alarm. "Get off the pod now!"

To be honest, he has no idea what he is doing, either. His body is already protesting his sudden decision, his heart rate going up, his breathing more rapid, and his hands slippery with sweat. But above all, Yuuri feels that it's the right decision. It's more reckless than heroic, by all means, but nevertheless the right one, just the same.

"I'll bring Binktop back!" he shouts at his friend. "I'll get us back home, I promise!"

Again with the stupid promises, but Phichit seems to finally support his decision. He nods determinedly and hands Yuuri a long, steel wrench. "It's my favorite one! Bring it back safely, okay?"

"Thanks, Phichit! I will." Yuuri waves the wrench nervously as he steps into the closing wormhole.

"Be careful, Yuuri!" Phichit shouts after him. "I'll try to follow you as soon as I figure things out!"

A chuckle escapes Yuuri's lips. It's just like his friend to jump at the call. If anyone is more suited to be the hero of this story, it would definitely be Phichit, and Yuuri, as the dutiful friend, would support him all the way. Funny how things have turned out the other way around this time.

For now, he, Yuuri Katsuki, will be the hero of this story, and he swears on his life to bring Binktop back.

Yuuri raises a thumbs-up to the fading image of his friend, not caring if he doesn't see it. He lets the distortion fill his senses completely until the black nothingness consumes him and claims his consciousness.

#yuri!!! on ice #chrono trigger #alternate universe #fantasy #fanfic

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victuurikatsu · 5 years

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Traditions were something Victor never followed through with before. He once told Yuuri that one never celebrated birthdays too early in Russia, and there wasn’t a grand gesture for Christmas either. So while he wasn’t well-versed in following tradition, he was very in sync with the element of surprise. And how could he not be when the one who was tethered to his heart constantly gave him reasons to keep up with surprises?

Yuuri was the one who made it a new tradition to have a new piney Christmas tree up in their place. He was the one who urged Victor to decorate and use his wildest imagination in order to encompass what he felt Christmas was, while also preparing two meals: a Christmas dinner and a birthday dinner, always ending the night with a cake.

When Victor thinks about Christmas, he thinks of how he’s snuggled up by the fireplace with Yuuri in his arms and Makkachin splayed over both of their laps. He thinks of the smell of fresh pine and hot cocoa and rum swirling around while the warmth of Yuuri’s lips pressing against the inside of his wrists brings him back to earth. It’s truly blissful.

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As for the birthday portion of the day? He runs like hell, because Yuuri decides it’s a great time to poke him in his hair whorl in the amount of times that equals his age. It feels like a ridiculously overdrawn game of hide and seek, but their home is filled with groans and a chorus of giggling. Irregardless of how much it made Victor pout, over the past few years, it stayed on as their latest tradition.

Yuuri kept good on his promise to Victor, working hard to secure a five-time World Champion status under his belt. Currently he’s at his 4th consecutive win and Victor has never been prouder to take silver, with Yurio begrudgingly at bronze. The banquets were always traditionally proper as sponsors and the art of etiquette were of utmost importance, however, that didn’t stop one Japanese skater being coaxed by a certain Swiss skater to indulge in some champagne for their yearly dance battles, their favorite way to unwind.

Every year Yurio tells them they’re idiots for disrupting the banquet that way but still finds himself in an enraged state of competitive mindset. He’s literally among the top 5 ice skating champions in the entire world, how were they all collectively STILL beating him when it came to dance battles? Victor of course looks on with absolute glee, cheering on Yuuri the deeper he lets loose. The collective amount of photos and videos he has of a drunk Yuuri as always surprising the hell out of everyone with the moves he’s capable of, is completely priceless but now familiar.

Victor’s favorite part of the battle is when Yuuri beckons him to put his phone away as they paso doble the night away, always ending with Victor being dipped down, his hand firmly on Yuuri’s back, and Yuuri’s hand tenderly caressing Victor’s face. To end the night off, there’s a slow dance, and naturally Victor and Yuuri choose each other, but at this point Yuuri is draping his arms around Victor’s shoulders while Victor steadies him as they sway to the music.

“Ne’ Victoru?” Yuuri drunkenly giggles softly into his ear.

“Hmm?” Victor pipes in curiously.

“If I can manage to keep upright for the rest of this dance, won’t you reconsider the five-time champion rule? I’ve won enough gold at this point to prove myself worthy of you right?” Yuuri continues.

Victor’s gaze falls upon glistening honey brown eyes, that same hopeful gaze from before, around a time that felt like it was just yesterday. He rests his forehead on Yuuri’s, a mischievous smirk laced on his lips.

“What are you suggesting, Yuuri?” Victor asks, feigning nonchalance.

Yuuri stumbles slightly at the last note of the song, his grip around Victor’s waist tighter as he finds the courage to utter the following wish: “Be my husband, Victor.”

It’s enough once again to make Victor’s heart swell. How many times in this lifetime would Yuuri cause his heart to stop dead in tracks, to illicit an honest to God gasp? Victor’s lost again in Yuuri’s presence, amazed by how far they’ve come together in life and in skating. Yuuri doesn’t wait for an answer and simply blushes harder, the alcohol taking complete hold of his mind. Victor waves Chris over to help him escort Yuuri back to their room, the same as they always have.

“Ah, Victor, I think I’ll miss dragging your sweet boyfriend to your room most of all when I buckle down on retirement.” Chris teased.

“Perhaps the next time you’ll be dragging him along with me, he won’t be my boyfriend.” Victor replies, smitten.

Chris genuinely curious, rests his hands on his hips. “I’m certain you don’t mean you’re splitting up. What’s up your sleeve, Victor?”

Victor smiles as he caresses Yuuri’s hair back, his soft snoring starts to fill the space as the alcohol has taken him out cold. Blue eyes filled with so much anticipation and sweetness meets Chris’ and he suddenly feels like he’s 12 again, watching the amazing junior Victor Nikiforov illuminate.

“The plan I’ve been working on, I can finally execute it.” Victor says, excited.

Chris’ eyes widen, as he immediately pulls out his phone. “Shall I let the rest of the group know?”

Victor nods, placing a kiss on Yuuri’s forehead before ushering Chris away. “We have some last minute arrangements to pull off. Come, we should do this somewhere privately. I don’t want to risk ruining the surprise.”

The following morning, Yuuri wakes up with a killer hangover and a sense of dread. The exhibition is tonight and he desperately needs to feel better. Luckily, Victor is one step ahead, presently by his bedside nursing a glass of water and aspirin in his hands.

“Good morning, моя любовь*.” Victor says softly *Translation: My love

“Ah, Vitya, spasibo!” Yuuri exclaims.

He peers behind Victor and can see a hotel cart filled with breakfast foods, the aroma overpowering his very empty stomach. Victor fluffs up pillows for Yuuri to sit back as he adjusts to the new day, carefully feeding him fruit and bites of bacon and eggs. Yuuri sighs in relief as he catches up to the present, the pangs of last night’s bender slowly leaving. He blushes as once again this year, he can’t remember anything past Chris handing him a flute of champagne.

“Anything new and embarrassing to report?” Yuuri asks, tenderly peppering a kiss atop Victor’s head.

Victor shows him the photos and videos that are less raunchy and revealing than previous years but still equally alarming. Yuuri ducks his face into his hands, how did he get that flexible while drunk? He pulls back and stares at his hands, noticing something gold is missing. His ring! He immediately jumps out of bed feverishly looking. Was it taken off? Did he lose it? Did someone steal it? He notices Victor calmly getting up and sees that his ring is missing too. He gasps, thinking of the worst possible scenario when Victor finally calms his nerves.

“They got dirty last night so I’m having them cleaned, I don’t think they’ll be ready in time for the exhibition, but we’ll make do, won’t we?” Victor says, taking his hand carefully in his.

Yuuri’s nervous at first, feeling bare and naked without the weight of the ring on his finger, but with Victor tracing around the outline of where it usually would be, he knows he can wait.

As they make it back to the rink to perform for the exhibition, Yuuri is left in a state of confusion wondering a couple minutes in where Victor could have gone. Disappeared without a trace. Yurio is the one who guides him to sit directly at the kiss and cry but offers no other explanation. Lights dim and a flurry of different lights cascade across the ice, a clear signal that Victor is next.

“Silver medalist Victor Nikiforov’s theme for this season has been new beginnings. But tonight’s exhibition piece he says will take us all the way back to the beginning of his coaching days.” The announcer begins.

The beginning of his coaching days? Yuuri looks on amused. Was he doing the Eros or Agape routine? Suddenly, a singular spotlight shines brilliantly on Victor’s face, his costume for the evening was an exact tailored replica of Yuuri’s free skate outfit but in hues of fuchsia with navy blue, jade, and gold sequins. The first few chords of the piano piece strike a nerve down his spine, Victor was skating to Yuri on Ice!

“Victor Nikiforov will be performing all four quads, reminiscent to Katsuki Yuuri’s past Grand Prix Final days, a feat he has never done or featured in his own routines before!” The announcer exclaimed.

Yuuri, along with the rest of the audience are completely enthralled. Captivated by the way Victor drew attention to detail and gasping at the ease of how he was completing the technical aspects of his jumps. Though Yuuri worried about Victor overexerting himself he couldn’t help but being simply amazed. This was the Victor he loved for so many years, the one who surprised him day after day, and this particular surprise was already bringing him to tears. He physically clutched at the space above his heart, making sure it wasn’t threatening to spill over.

He watched as Victor reached the portion of the program where he realizes he’s found an emotion close to love, however his eyes aren’t closed at this part of the performance. Yuuri realizes Victor is staring directly at him, eyes warm and filled with a love only he has ever known. As Victor neared the step sequence, Yuuri felt compelled to join him in the ice, a passion that only Yuuri knew was exuding from Victor. Oh, what he would give to leap out there now to embrace him.

“Last up is Nikiforov’s signature move the quadruple flip. He’s never attempted this jump so late into the program let’s see how he manages it!” The announcer spoke.

As fatigued as he was, Victor was determined to show not only the world but also Yuuri the lengths he would go to prove how much he adored this program, how much he adored Yuuri. And he delivered, the jump is seamlessly perfect.

“The quadruple flip is complete! He’s done it! What a beautiful culmination of history we’re experiencing here tonight folks! Four quads with a signature move on the latter half of the program! Most have wondered how much farther Victor Nikiforov could go, but it appears he’s letting us know not even the skies are a limit!” The announcer exclaims.

The roars of applause and screaming is deafening and Yuuri is desperate at this point for the program to end. Towards the end of the skate, the flurry of lights dimmed till the original spotlight stopped on Victor again, his final spin ending in him gently positioning into a kneeling glide back to Yuuri at the kiss and cry, his hand extended out for him. Stunned, Yuuri looked at Victor who was panting for his life, not used to the stamina that’s needed to complete the program with all four quads but he had done it. Overcome with joy and gratitude, Yuuri takes a step forward until the lights suddenly go out.

When they’re back on again, Yuuri notices a red carpet has been strewn across the ice, and in front of him is a white banner with pink lettering held up by his loved ones reading “Congratulations on your next level, Victor and Yuuri!” Next level? Yuuri peered down to see Victor still kneeling, the sound of the audience gasping and squealing in delight, and he sees it carefully tucked in a black box, two silver bands.

“Eh?! Ladies and gentlemen, it appears this exhibition is a proposal!”

“Not just a proposal,” Victor thinks. “It’s a proclamation that this man right here, he’s mine. And I am his.”

Victor looks on at the bewildered Yuuri who is wrapping his head around what’s happening, when he takes his hand in his and tenderly kisses his knuckles. Yuuri’s eyes spill over with tears, this exhibition was an ode to him, he knew that much. But a true proposal? Victor peers over to the banner made especially for the moment and Yuuri’s gaze follows, noticing each person out there is holding onto a gift wrapped in rice paper.

“Victor…” Yuuri whispers.

“It’s a yuino ceremony, in our own special way, Yuuri.” Victor chuckles in delight.

They glide over to the center of the rink, cameras ablaze as they capture the scene. Yuuri is situated in front of his parents who are holding onto to shiraga(white thread of hemp), representing the wish that the couple grow old and gray together. Next is Mari who is waving around a naganoshi(clam shell), representing longevity, she is swaying with an inconsolable Minako who is holding suehiro(fan), representing a happy future.

Next to them are Yakov and Lilia who are also holding onto shiraga, Yuuri looks over at Victor who shrugs and says, “They’re the closest I have to parental figures.”

Yuuri squeezes Victor’s hand, as he gazes at Georgi who is also holding on to a naganoshi his eyes transfixed on Mari. Mila and Yurio are holding onto surume (dried cuttlefish) representing the wish for a long marriage. Last but not least are the Nishigori’s holding onto pieces of konbu(dried kelp) to represent healthy children. With a flourish Chris and Phichit are beside them, Chris is handling a bottle of sake’ while Phichit is waving a fan of yanagi-duru(cash gift). Everyone is present, the audience is captivated, and all Yuuri can do is revel at the beauty of it all. Victor caresses Yuuri’s face tenderly, dropping down once again onto one knee.

“Yuuri,” Victor spoke, voice filled with love. “You asked me if you did anything weird last night. And truthfully you didn’t, however you asked something of me. Something I’ve been waiting to hear forever. And I’m answering with this, please give me the honor of growing old together. Stay with me always, even after we leave the ice.”

Victor carefully takes Yuuri’s hand, waiting for an answer. Yuuri gives him a squeeze, an affirmation of consent. How could it not be yes? It’d always been Victor for Yuuri.

“Of course, Мой один единственный*” He replies in delight. *Translation: my one and only

Victor rises from his kneeling position, eyes watering from how perfect the sentence that Yuuri had spoken to him was. Where did he learn that? Yuuri coyly peers over at Yurio whose arms are folded together.

“Thank me later, old man.” He stiffs.

Yuuri’s hands shake as Victor places the silver ring over his ring finger, he takes Victor’s lithe hands into his, pressing a kiss into his palms before returning the gesture. This grand gesture was more than enough to take the original and personal declaration on the steps of the cathedral in Barcelona from something that was like a proposal to something real. They embrace each other, both overcome with the explosion of life and love merging into one. Their union finally merging into one. Yuuri not giving it a second thought pulls him in for a kiss. Somehow it still elicits a gasp from the audience, but they are delighted.

“Congratulations on your marriage, for real this time! Everybody! My best friend is finally marrying the love of his life! Please congratulate them!” Phichit exclaims before going back to snapping as many pictures as humanly possible.

#katsuki yuuri #victor nikiforov #victuuri #yuri on ice #yoi #victor x yuuri #yoi drabble #yoi drabbles #yoi ficlet #ficlet #my writing #s o f t #f l u f f #remember that be my husband victor teaser #here it is!#this is one meaty ficlet so I put the rest under a read more to avoid clogging

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The severe overuse of wind

There are not any obvious

The tale of hero i quit a long time ago adhere to a group of a number of teenagers. Beginning with the toughest, we've a quiet, Murao and also self centered lady that later on isn't for many factors barely pointed out, like this. As Kominato consists of a break on her part she's boring and also plain, but is just a primary little bit of the 2nd love triangle, and she's a break on Kou's bro, Tanaka-sensei. Kominato herself is a vibrant as well as positive man, absolutely nothing else to reveal about him, he is irrelevant whatsoever. Yuuri is just a good although reluctant lady that's a little bit of the main love triangular, nonetheless it feels as though she's only a story device threw directly into breakthrough the item. She's some kind of character and depiction nevertheless, so she is not actually a bad figure on its own, however absolutely underwhelming planning from the main mix. Tanaka- sensei is certainly a vital individuality in existence and also Kouis personal crisis and also manages to possess high quality representation in fairly brief display screen time.

And also below we've our key mix, making use of the key personality Futaba going. Futaba is simply a light as well as somewhat interested lady that has a break on Kou yet begins asking her sensations after she obtained presumably left by him many years in the past, and groups around Kou to uncover more regarding his changed character. As she's reasonably simple and also two-dimensional essentially Futaba isn't an exceptional character by himself, nonetheless the greatest part regarding her is the fact that she makes the remaining team as well as likewise some great personality connections with Kou. She's the one which goes the background onward entirely by himself, although there is absolutely nothing unique concerning her.

Kou is the best character within the series, incredibly given that he functions like a pseudo-piece gadget for Futaba. Personality change and their specific situation is done truly, very well and also it is the largest emphasize of the display. He's an "I in fact donot care" perspective and works just like a common moron, however for some cause in the place of making him alone the team continually attempts to be pals with him. Their story it is the location of the present that did not come down as dull and plain, and also was anticipated, but executed nicely in the end. (such as the remaining display screen).

To get a guomin laogong dai huijia character-driven display, just 2 figures are extremely relevant to the account whatsoever. And that's bad. In the beginning you would certainly possess some type of desire that you will certainly get to establish lots of fascinating character connections and numerous techniques to enjoy from various figures and just how they respond as well as produce from this nevertheless in reality, when you obtain acquainted with the numbers (around 50% of the display), them all, aside from Futaba and also Kou (and also plot system Yuuri) end up being totally unnecessary. Which's not its actors ought to be dealt with by an anime. A constraint is to simply just how much his story as well as Kou can have taken the rest of the display screen, and he could not really reach one of the most reliable.

Creating:.

For that humor, it's simple reactional product continuously once again. Anything occurs, heroes react as well as you're created to laugh. Because you possess some type of link to figures, straightforward, nevertheless it truly functions right here than exhibits & the majority of the humor originates from in some cases funny relationships in between Kou and Futaba. Thereis no fanservice to maintain you included, and also by existing, which is actually a favorable thing, although it usually does not damage the tale, the screen really got dull mid-way via therefore I have no idea, possibly they ought to have experienced that? There is less piece of presence to speak about, however Futaba's desire to not be called an outcast when she runs into that in middle-school is done extremely fairly as well as worth mentioning (along side Yuuri's circumstance, though she's just damaged after that).

There are not any obvious publishing errors, along with the severe overuse of wind in exceptional or limited circumstances, yet I 'd prefer to keep in mind the display quickly and also completely neglects a very remarkable piece system in "producing the primary actors the training course reps" that can have started even more interesting scenarios to take place. The anime did not use the potential of a few of the components that are launched and rather went integrated with the uninspiring and also several universal means possible - a completely vanilla love with other points for you really to worry about or no backdrops. You can take a look at as well as check out manga online totally free here. For more useful reference, kindly visit this link - https://findmangaonlinenow.wixsite.com/themangablog/post/p7puzfe0vcnhhfur69oeafk1646416102

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lattetimes · 7 years

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Latte Talks About: Y//O//I

okay, fuck it, let’s go.

for context, i use to be a fan of the show in the beginning. i thought it was kind of interesting, and the main character being in his 20′s and coping with constant anxiety was something i can 100% relate to! that being said, i have a shitton of issues with the show and the fanbase itself by extension.

i’m gonna put all this under a readmore and separate this by categories. before that, i’m gonna start off with a quick summary of what Y/O//I is (for anyone that’s kinda curious and have 0 idea wtf this anime even is about). i tried to keep everything as brief as possible so it won’t be too much to read through, but i have a lot to say about this entire anime that i didn’t get to say last year, soooo.

PROLOGUE: WHAT IS “ YOI ” ?

if you already know what YOI is, you can skip right over this and jump right into PART ONE.

ok, so. Yuri!!! on ICE (a.k.a. YOI) is a sports anime series that was produced by MAPPA, directed by Sayo Yamamoto and was written by Mitsurō Kubo. it ran from October 6, 2016 – December 22, 2016, with 12 episodes under its belt for one season and talks of a possible second season.

the story goes that 23-year old (turns 24 in episode 9) Yuuri Katsuki is Japan’s top figure skater and he fucks the fuck up at the last Grand Prix Final (GPF) he participated in. he decides that he might as well put this career on hold or just quit altogether. while he’s chillin’ back at home (which is a hotel-bath house, keep that in mind for a lil’ bit), he recreates an advanced performance done by his idol Victor Nikiforov during that same GPF (Viktor was in first place, Yuuri was dead last).

well, this performance was secretly recorded by his friends’ triplet daughters and put up on YouTube, getting the attention of Victor and prompting Victor to stop skating for an entire season to coach Yuuri (much to the dismay of Victor’s coach, Yakov). this event sets off Yuri “Yurio” Plisetsky, a 15-year old skating protege that worked with Victor closely and was promised Victor’s help years ago.

the two compete for who gets to be coached by Victor in this season and Yuuri beats Yurio, leading to the rivalry between the two and Yurio returning to Russia without Victor. the anime goes through the entire skating season revolving around these three characters- along with a revolving door of side characters in order to keep the competitions interesting- going through physical and even mental obstacles to kick their opponents’ asses.

...and this is where my issues with the anime starts.

PART ONE: THE STORY IS AWKWARD

i have a lot of issues with this anime. a lot.

for one thing, the entire story hinges on this one accidental night that was revealed in episode 10 after Victor and Yuuri trade matching golden rings: Yuuri got hella wasted after his fuckup in the GPF, and basically gave Victor the time of his life. they danced, and Victor had fallen hard for drunk-off-his-ass Yuuri. (pole dancing was also somehow involved. don’t ask me how.)

Yuuri forgot the entire night, presumably because he dropped off the face of the earth in social media. my main issue with that is how was this never brought up again with any of the other characters?! how was Yuuri completely unaware of this happening?!

Yuuri’s friend, Phichit, being unaware of it makes a little bit of sense due to his absence during that GPF. but not Yuuri? there was a small segment in the first episode that shows that he had his phone notifications off for a long period of time after he recreated Victor’s routine.

but, i still find that to be a bit too convenient. and after he’s back into skating how did no one else mention this? i know Chris, Victor and Mickey alluded to it at separate points and that makes sense- it’s a good way to get the shock of what episode 10 dropped on us to be even better.

...but no one’s bothered to straight-up mention, “hey, Yuuri, remember when you spun on a fucking pole and beat a 14-year old in a break dance competition? yeah, what the fuck was up?”

my main issue with the entire story would be the ending, so...

PART TWO: THE ENDING KINDA WAS MEH IMO

the end of the series has Yuuri coming in second place (a huge improvement from the last year) and Yurio in first place in his first senior-division GPF. oh, also JJ gets in third place somehow, but we’ll get back to that in a second.

now, i get why they made Yuuri get second place since he promised to quit skating competitively once he wins gold and to also “allow” Victor to go back to skating (there’s a huge internal conflict with Yuuri since a lot of people assumed Yuuri “stole” Victor from competing). what could’ve happened instead of Yuuri getting second is the following:

Yuuri wins gold, and he either stays in the competing world as a competitor for another year because he gained his love for the sport back and wants to go for one more year. or, he decides to teach Minami (an upcoming Japanese skater that greatly admires Yuuri). this would help create a new dynamic with Yuuri and Victor (if Victor coaches Yurio if Yuuri starts coaching), along with introducing Yurio to a new competitor for the next skating season.

Victor stays as a coach, for either Yuuri or Yurio (since Yuuri does move in with Victor after this GPF). he really enjoys coaching people, and learns how to improve his coaching skills with extra help from Yakov.

Yurio comes in second. he’s devastated at first, and he’s disappointed in himself. but then he remembers: he’s only 15. and he got second place in his first senior division GPF. and that itself is fucking incredible.

JJ gets dead last. after an incredible season of completely crushing all of the other competitors and even showin’ Yuuri up by perfectly executing Victor’s signature move (that Yuuri struggled to replicate), he fucked up. he messed up both his skate routines. with the promise he had made is fiance, Isabella, that winning gold means they’ll get married and he fucks it all up. but, Isabella is still with him after he fucks up; his parents- that are also his coaches- still support him; the crowds still chant for King JJ! the king may have fallen, but he’s not gonna give it up. and he becomes stronger from that!

give Phichit or Chris bronze, dammit.

PART THREE: THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES ARE MEH AS HELL TOO, NGL

so the character design was handled by Tadashi Hiramatsu, working off of Kubo’s original sketches of how the designs would look. and overall, i think the designs are alright. they don’t stem too far from reality (with a few exceptions, because this is a fuckin’ sports anime so fuck it!).

i’m only gonna specify a few characters, because tbh almost all the characters are very flat or not interesting. if they didn’t have nice designs or hella bomb music for their routines i wouldn’t even give a flying fuck about them. but they have that goin’ for them, i guess.

Yurio Plisetksy

oh, we’re gonna get back to this character don’t worry.

Seung-gil Lee

i personally don’t have much to say about Seung-gil, but the issue of racism against this character was brought up multiple times while the show was airing.

Seung-gil is a South Korean skater that competes against Yuuri once, and was unable to make the cut. the issue with this character is that he’s rude to a lady skater that seems to have taken some interest in him (and she was being polite and sweet to him) by ignoring her calls and outright saying he has no interest in being her friend. he also is calculating his scores as he’s performing.

Otabek Altin and JJ

god, i wish Otabek was introduced earlier ‘cause he probably would’ve been a much better character. his entire existence was basically just to contrast Yurio, and not in the way JJ does with Yuuri.

Otabek is a large and powerful masculine man, while Yurio is constantly called the “Russian ice fairy” due to his more feminine appearance (which was stated in the anime). and Otabek admires Yurio’s grace while Yurio admires his strength. but, other than that, Otabek is basically only a prop for Yurio. his entire character revolves around Yurio, and that’s it. you can’t really talk about Otabek at all without even mentioning Yurio.

with JJ, he’s got his own character arc goin’ for him. he’s always been at the top, he’s incredibly skilled and everyone fucking bows for King JJ. fuck, he has an entire song called Theme of King JJ! and this contrasts amazingly with Yuuri!

whereas Yuuri is constantly questioning his self-worth and skill, JJ owns that shit. but with Otabek and Yurio, it falls flat, and in the next section i’m gonna delve into the character of Otabek a bit more.

Makkachin

the dog is objectively the best character and no one can say otherwise.

PART FOUR: YURIO IN GENERAL TBH

honest to god, i think Yurio was the character that was hardest for me to get use to.

and i’m just gonna start right off with my biggest issue here: Yurio was incredibly sexualized. and not in the way that would be Yurio owning his sexuality.

nope, Yurio’s performance for his exhibition skate Welcome to the Madness was very... uncomfortable to sit through. his performance was like this:

(CREDIT FOR THIS GIF)

there is absolutely NO FUCKING REASON to show off one of the youngest characters in this show in this way. there’s ZERO REASON FOR THIS BOY’S SHIRT TO RIDE UP LIKE THIS, OR FOR HIM TO REPLICATE THIS SPECIFIC ICE SKATING MOVE. you want one of your characters to perform that kind of move as a homage to Stéphane Lambiel? HAVE YUURI DO IT- HE WAS THE ONE THAT SKATED TO EROS- A LITERAL SKATING ROUTINE ABOUT PASSION AND LOVE-MAKING AND ALL THAT JAZZ.

yeah, Yurio was the one that wanted to go for that spicier routine (basically personifying lust) over Agape (personifying wholesome love), and you can argue that having Yurio do shit like this was for the character to show everyone that he has control over his own sexuality, but that isn’t the case. having his arc be about how he’s coming to terms with his sexuality or how he feels pressured into being more sexual while still being a minor- leading to him being uncomfortable and having a new friend step in and say “hey you do wtf you wanna do” would’ve made this shitshow better.

no, the creator made this routine in order to get more sales (which duh), and to garner more interest from the side of the fanbase that wants to see Yurio get together with Otabek by throwing him in the routine.

Otabek’s part in the routine was only for a decoration, like icing on the cake for Yurio’s performance! he was only there so they could upstage Yuuri and Victor’s duet!

this isn’t a character taking charge of his sexuality or even an arc about how figure skaters. no, they only had Yurio doing this performance because a lot of people wanted to see Yurio and Otabek end up together (which is something I’ve already stated i have a few issues with).

a really good way they could’ve taken Yurio’s arc was to show him being pressured by the adults in his life into having to sexualize himself, and constantly showing Yurio being uncomfortable with this. he just wants to skate his own way, but then the fear of the judges and other competitors looking down on him because he’s the youngest competitor in this year’s GPF (everyone’s in their 20′s, minus JJ who is 19) he falls into a state of depression because he’s not doing things on his own terms. have Yurio combating with this inner struggle and have him overcome it by saying, “hey fuck you, stop staring at me like this.” have Otabek back him up- have Otabek (who is 18) be someone that isn’t confident with himself and have him be the one that tells Yurio, “hey, this is hella gross, are you even okay with any of this?”

or, y’know, don’t sexualize kids just for money, just sayin’, that’s a better option.

another issue i’ve seen with Yurio is that he’s fucking everywhere.

yes, Yurio is a main character and i get that he’s gonna get a shit ton more merch than Georgi or Leo, but he’s overshadow the other two main characters. and honestly, i’m sick of seeing him. it’s upsetting, but true. i’m sick of that character entirely.

PART FIVE: THE ANIMATION REALLY ISN’T GOOD

so, another issue i have is that the animation really isn’t jaw-dropping.

the only time i was fucking impressed by the animation was episode one, showing off Victor’s performance of Stammi Vicino!

the show’s animation was subpar at best, and it wasn’t anything revolutionary or stellar at all. it was very flat and static, and even the ice skating routines were boring in that regard. there’s barely any real effort that is put into the animation of the anime, and it’s a real let-down!

y’know what anime had crazy-good animations? Mob Psycho 100.

this character is just talking to people, and he’s incredibly animated and overall interesting to watch!

this show has very interesting use of squash and stretch when it comes to making characters emote. even the smallest of expressions are easily magnified due to the solid execution by the animation team at Studio Bones!

YOI could’ve better attempted at doing this with at least the skating routines, and the bare minimum with the main three characters. it would’ve made the anime a lot more engaging instead of having everything be so damn static or consist of shot reverse-shots. having more interesting angles in the show would also help with the expression of feelings, as this show is very heavy on emotional weight when it comes to Yuuri and Yurio’s struggles to compete against the other.

and i’m so not upset about MP 100 losing to YOI in the Crunchyroll anime awards because it was totes not biased. which, by the way...

PART SIX: THE FANBASE ITSELF (OH BOY)

these are a few examples of the issue i take with the fanbase. for this section, i’m going to list off what problems i have with the fanbase, and why i now have the entire YOI tagged blacklisted.

Victor and Yuuri’s relationship (homophobia!!): this is one of the biggest reasons why i don’t associate with the fanbase anymore. the fanbase constantly takes this couple and tries to add toxic “relationship problems” to them. this includes (but is not limited to):

threatening to divorce each other

doting “wife” Yuuri

“playboy” Victor

Yurio’s “constant disgust” with the two being happy together (Yurio seeing “sin” if the two so much as cuddle with each other)

basically calling two men that are together “a dirty sinful ship”

“Victor is the man of the relationship” “no, Yuuri is” (basically the application of heterosexual standards onto a gay pairing, and having a “power struggle” with them instead of them being happy together)

fanfics (which i will make a separate part for)

Yurio’s sexualization (OtaYuri): i’ve went well into depth about this, but there’s another point i would live to bring up. there are actual minors that don’t want to see Yurio in a sexual way because they’re around the same age as him and don’t like the idea of having people having sexual fantasies about a teenager. that thought genuinely makes them uncomfortable. well, the side of the fanbase that ships OtaYuri (the ship name) will go well out of their way in order to make them uncomfortable. some OtaYuri shippers join anti-OtaYuri discord servers or skype groups, and then spam them with OtaYuri content until they’re permanently banned from the chats.

Killing Stalking (also referred to as “KS”): i already can’t stand the fucking online series called Killing Stalking, and it’s horrid to sit through. the fanbase of KS already has a fucked up vision of shipping the two main men- one of them being a homophobic serial killer that breaks the other guy’s legs in order to keep him trapped in his home and another his obsessive stalker that broke into his house. and the Yuri!!! on ICE fanbase flocked right into that the second the anime ended, and decided it was okay to take Victuuri (the ship name of Victor and Yuuri), and try to come up with their fucked up headcannons and AU’s with KS.

The YOI Fanfics: okay. this is honestly a huge part of why i’m very cautious of interacting with YOI fans. there’s a multitude of fanfics that incorporate homophobic, non-consensual aspects into their writing just so people can get their rocks off to it. and that really bugs me. i’m going to talk about the kinds of fanfics that really seem to bug me the most. WARNIING: this is NSFW-related, since that’s the most kind of fanfic i’ve seen of them.

Alpha/Omega/Beta Fics: this category for fanfictions involves an AU where occasionally characters will go “into heat” and have the uncontrollable need to breed with either their partner or anyone nearby. and usually it’s the “uncontrollable, lusty, submissive Omega” (which is commonly Yuuri) that needs their “dominating and powerful Alpha” (usually Victor) to give into desires and screw. a lot. now, this is wrong for a coupe of reasons: it portrays these gay men as people that cannot control their desires at all; this isn’t always consensual sex at first; there’s always a focus on a power dynamic between the two+ characters involved due to being “presented” as an Alpha, Omega, or Beta.

THE POSITIVES: YES, THERE’S A FEW POSITIVES I SAW

its music was composed by Taro Umebayashi and Taku Matsushiba, and they did a fucking great job workin’ with the music. On Love: EROS will remain as my favorite song from the entire album that YOI released.

seeing Yuuri attempt Victor’s move in episode 7 and then successfully master it in episode 12 was something amazing to see. it was an incredible thing to see Yuuri land on his feet as opposed to him hitting the ice again, and it really shows how far’s he’s come.

another positive would 100% be the fact that figure skating had gained a lot more popularity. it was so nice seeing so many people become more interested in the sport itself, and i loved seeing pro skaters even love the show! Stéphane Lambiel even had a cameo in episode 12!

the characters’ designs are really not all that bad. and the voice work is great! i don’t really watched dubbed anime often, but the dub for YOI was over-the-top and ridiculous! and the VA for Yuuri in the English dub (Josh Grelle) was at SuperCon this year, and he kept talking about how much he loved Yuuri’s character. he loves the fact that the story of YOI takes place in a world where no one has to be afraid of loving who they love, and that’s something he wants to see in the near future, and i find that incredibly sweet.

the dog is immortal.

CONCLUSION

so. there you go. that’s all i have to say about the entirety of Yuri!!! on ICE.

did i enjoy it? well, yeah, a little bit. i was a part of a YOI skype chat when it began because i was so excited that we were getting a sports anime about figure skating!

was it worth all the Internet-breaking hype? eeeeh, not entirely, no? episode 7′s kiss was something special, yes, but the show itself wasn’t allowed to be critiqued that often while the show was still riding the high of popularity it had.

and if you liked the anime, that’s awesome! i’m glad you did! i can 100% see why the show was very popular and why a lot of people still love it!

i don’t label every YOi fan a homophobe for liking the show, but seeing this kind of behavior way too often has made me lose my love for the show overall. i can’t even look at the show anymore, and that’s really upsetting to me. but, it did make me happy for the time being. it’s just a fucking shame that the show had a shit ton to work with, and they didn’t go for it.

i’m sorry this got very long, but there were some areas that i needed to delve more into than others and i got carried away.

#answered #anonymous #spilled latte #latte talks about series #anime talk #yoi criticism #yuri on ice criticism

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willag42 · 6 years

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

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

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

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

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

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Refer to this masterlist for all of my YOI fanfic recs.

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Jenrose (@jenroses)

Jenrose is really passionate about LGBTQIA politics, diplomacy, and real-world issues, which is apparent in their writing. It's really refreshing and interesting to read stories focused on these details. Something else really refreshing is their writing style, which is spartan yet adequately descriptive and to the point. It forces the readers to use their imagination more.

Translations on Ice (Series, 10 works)

Lost in Translations Rating: Explicit -- Words: 10.3k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Victor Nikiforov was the best jumper in the world, well-used to leaping blind and landing clean in ways no one could match. Falling was for other people. Stumbling was not acceptable. It had been a long time since the wind had been knocked out of him so thoroughly. (The start of "what comes after" the canon series.)

Translations Over Distance Rating: Gen -- Words: 10.9k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Yuuri really wants to surprise Victor for his birthday, but there's a bit of a scheduling issue.

Translations: Initiations Rating: Explicit -- Words: 8.2k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Someone REALLY wanted Yuuri back in Japan after the gala performance at the Russian Nationals.

Translations: Elongations Rating: Explicit -- Words: 36.6k -- Status: WIP -- Summary: Yuuri and Victor come back to Japan to a flurry of media and sponsorship offers, in time for the Japan on Ice exhibition.

Translations: Terminations and Transitions Rating: Explicit -- Words: 54.0k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Moving is always a little strange. Moving to a possibly hostile country while training hard and preparing for a wedding in less than three weeks? Might not be the best idea they've ever had, but it's better than the alternatives.

Transition: Puberty Rating: Teen -- Words: 15.5k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Yuri Plisetsky hits puberty. Puberty hits back.

Transition: The Leap Rating: Teen -- Words: 41.9k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Our crew goes to Ostrava for the European Championships. Nothing quite goes as planned.

Transitions: Landings Rating: Mature -- Words: 10.4k -- Status: Ongoing -- Summary: After the European Championships, the whole crew returns to Japan to prepare for 4CC and for Yuri to have surgery.

Transition: Coming Out Rating: Gen -- Words: 6.0k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: It's January of 2018, our crew is in New York for publicity, and the Olympic team list for Russia just came out. Victor's name isn't on it, despite a decisive win at Russian Nationals. If there's anything that pisses Yuri Plisetsky off more than losing, it's not having a chance to beat his rivals on the ice. And if there's anything worse than his mentor retiring, it's his mentor being snubbed by the Russian Figure Skating Federation. He's spent too much time fighting to get back on his feet to take this lying down.

Transition: Questioning Rating: Explicit -- Words: 21.1k -- Status: Complete -- Summary: Mila has been struggling with the move to Hasetsu. Sara has been struggling with her brother. Things come to a head after 2018 Worlds. ❤❤❤❤❤ Words: 204.3k Status: Work In Progress Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Tags: (Mostly) Canon compliant; Except homophobia exists; Post season 1; LGBTQ+ advocacy ❤❤❤❤❤ Review: The series focuses a lot on Yuuri and Victor navigating their relationship within the current political climate in regards to homosexuality. Situations dealt with include performing their pairs exhibition skate at the Russian Nationals, the resulting storm that follows, the many sponsorship deals that follows as a result (for pro-homosexuality despite that not being their intent), figuring out where and when to get married considering their skating season and the political climate, and figuring out where they can live without having to deal with violence but still be able to effectively train. It’s a really, really well-done series, and I’m so happy to see these topics get handled. There’s an appropriate amount of sappiness, romance, and sex between Yuuri and Victor as well, and lots of love and support from their friends, family, and coaches. My personal favorite stories would probably have to be: Translations Over Distance, which deals with Yuuri trying to surprise Victor for his birthday at Nationals; Translations: Initiations, which has a lot of sweet romantic lovemaking on a plane for Victor’s birthday; and, Translations: Terminations and Transitions, which deals with Victor and Yuuri moving to Russia, planning for a wedding, getting married, and then determining if Russia is still the place they want to live. You are greatly missing out if you haven’t read this series, so go do so!

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jinlian (@jinlian)

jinlian has written several Victuuri oneshots, all filled with sweet, warm devotion. They tease each other, they cook early morning breakfasts for each other, they discuss tattoos, they work through miscommunication issues with open honesty. My favorite fic of hers, take me higher, is the angstiest it gets, with some sad Victor backstory and miscommunication hurdles that get worked through, and by the end they're closer for it. If you need a little pick-me-up, definitely check out her fics.

take me higher

Rating: Teen Words: 13.8k Status: Complete Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Tags: Canon compliant; Post-season 1; Victor backstory ❤❤❤❤❤ Summary: Victor stares at Yuuri. He wonders if he looks as confused as he feels; and he already looks at least a bit of a mess with his hair mussed from how he’d carefully styled it, his costume twisted and his jacket unzipped. Yuuri stares back. They’re both trying to find something in each other’s faces, searching and asking without words until one of them provides the answer. “What,” Victor finally demands, “does winning have to do with our getting married?” ❤❤❤❤❤ Review: "We’ll get married after he wins gold." What if Victor's intention behind the phrase was different than Yuuri's interpretation? I really appreciate jinlian's more melancholic, less idealistic interpretation of what occurred at the end of the series. Her Victor is continuing to skate only due of Yuuri's request - he's tired and ready to move on to the next transition in his life (coaching and marriage). There is a carry-over of miscommunication from the series between Vcitor and Yuuri that they eventually resolve. The scenes between the two of them when they finally clear the air are really beautiful and heartwarming in their honesty and affection. I love stories that have moments when the two have open heart-to-hearts, and this story delivers some of the best. I also really appreciate her writing a Victor who's ready to move on to the next chapter of his life. The sudden desire to return to competitive skating felt a little out of left field during the last two episodes of the anime, opposite of what felt like episodes 1-10 were building up to (Victor gaining purpose and inspiration through coaching Yuuri and having his life and love revolve around that). I don't think it's an unrealistic way to take his character arc, but the rest of the series did a poor job of foreshadowing that outcome - enough that it makes me question whether Victor actually wants to return to the ice or if he's just doing it for Yuuri. This story goes with that interpretation. Overall, a really heartfelt fix-the-miscommunication fic.

#Victuuri fic recs #YOI fic recs #J authors

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kiaronna · 6 years

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ooooh for the writing ask meme! 19, 23, and 25!!

19. any new fics to start next year?

OHHHHHH UHM well-- *sweats while staring in the direction of WIPs*-- moreso that I hope to finish old fics! I think I might be past my block in PoL, so we’ll see. I have a couple gift fics that get priority. My awkward and horrible new philosophy for ‘between your teeth and lips’ is for me to write it without the typical time-and-soul-sucking behavior I usually engage in, meaning: I will not read it 80 million times while writing it. We’ll... see if that works. To be real, it probably won’t. I have a sideproject that is steadily coming along-- it’s a superhero AU, and it’s over 10,000 words right now. So that’ll show up, at some point. And of course... more pregnant lesbians. If I ever get through PoL, I might write Dark, With Sugar (sugar daddy AU, not its actual title).

I HAVE A LOT OF PLOT BUNNIES and the amount of self-restraint I am exhibiting by only pursuing 3 of them at a time will someday break me

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t?

*points to above question* I wanted to write all those fics this year. I also wanted to be done with PoL in... September. Update: that did not happen. I guess this question is about fics that I haven’t even started writing? Plenty of those exist, too. I am going to write a popstar!Yuuri oneshot at some point, and I will... FRICKIN SOMEDAY... get my comedy ABO Viktuuri fic out there. For some reason I’m hankering for some Yurio&Christophe friendship fic (of all things) and someday I will write that Plinami fic. SOMEDAY. But that day... was not any of the ones from this last year.

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

I mean... shysweetthing’s works. First thing’s first, those are a must. Also lavenderprose! And ebenroot, and kevystel, and lily_winterwood, and spookyfoot!! ROUGEANDTONIC AND BUTTERBEERBITCH. If you want good YOI fic you’ll probably never run out. There are so, so many amazing fics I’ve read this year-- essentially all of the YOI fic I’ve read has been this year! I think I discovered AO3 existed last year on December 27th? Somewhere around there.

I’m gonna go with the obvious/cheater’s option and say you guys should read minsyah’s puppy love :)

#asks #writing ask meme #pockybugi

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debussyanddarcy · 7 years

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raise a tiger verse, father’s day

part of this verse; but if you haven’t read it: an au in which viktor acquires legal guardianship of yuri p who is a distant cousin

Yuri is strangely quiet at dinner.

Viktor chews on his linguini thoughtfully, casting glances at his younger cousin from beneath his lashes. It’s a game they play, and one that Viktor has become very good at: caring while pretending not to, and the one who gets caught first loses. It’s a stupid game, his Yuuri has told him more than once, but they’ve both lived this way for so long they don’t quite know how to stop.

At length, Yuri clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the corner of the table where Viktor’s phone sits. “They celebrate weird holidays here,” he says.

“Hm,” Viktor says noncommittally. “Americans often do. Wasn’t it National Doughnut Day just a few weeks ago? You liked that one, though. You and Kenjirou came home with entirely too many donuts.” He tries, but fails to inject the appropriate amount of disappointment in his voice. He had stolen two donuts from them when they weren’t looking. “What is it this time?”

Yuri crams a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Father’s Day is on Sunday,” he mumbles, tomato sauce smeared all over his lips, but Viktor still hears it loud and clear.

Viktor falters slightly, but manages to catch himself just in time. “Ah,” he says. Yuri shoves more pasta into his mouth. “Well, that’s not so strange,” Viktor continues. “We have something similar back home.”

Yuri says nothing.

It’s one of those conversations where Viktor feels as though he’s treading on very, very thin ice; he thinks about Yuri gliding effortlessly in the rink, preparing himself for a jump he’s not ready for, extending his leg behind him and leaping into the air—

“Is there anything I can—” Viktor starts, just as Yuri shoves his chair back, scraping noisily against the wooden floor.

“I gotta do my homework,” he mutters, hastily fleeing the room.

—and crashing terribly, spectacularly.

Viktor says, “I don’t know what to do with him.”

Yuuri tilts his head at him and says, “I don’t think there is anything to do with him.”

Viktor pauses. “Well. Yes. Usually, I don’t. I’m very hands-off with him, you know that. But he’s been so quiet lately. Too quiet. Almost—sad? Is this because he’s a teenager now? Teenagers are supposed to be difficult, aren’t they? I don’t know what to do with a sad Yura. I’d much rather have him be furious at me, stomping around in his room in his tiger print, listening to his terrible death metal and ignoring every word I say.” Viktor delicately twitches his nose. “I swear I caught him listening to Enya the other day. Enya.”

“Vitya,” Yuuri says patiently, and Viktor’s brain short-circuits briefly at the diminutive, “the Enya music is for his program. He wanted to try something different.”

It’s the eleventh time that Yuuri has called him Vitya, Viktor thinks dreamily. He wonders if Yuuri will say it again. Then he realizes what else Yuuri had said. “Yura had wanted to try something different?” He peers at Yuuri, dubious. “Enya-different?”

“Well,” Yuuri hedges, “Otabek may have convinced him with the promise of an original song for his next program?”

Viktor makes a mental note to ask Otabek what his intentions towards Yuri are. He seems like a nice boy, but then again, most people think Viktor’s a nice boy, and, oh, Yuuri is giving him that Look again, which probably means he’s talking out loud.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Yuuri says dryly, “or else Yuri probably never will speak to you again.”

“No, I wouldn’t dream of interrogating Otabek Altin, sixteen-years-old, five-foot-six, sophomore at—”

“Oh my god, Vitya—”

Viktor stops short, leaning into Yuuri’s personal space. “Say it again.”

Yuuri flushes, a delightful red that spreads from the apples of his cheeks down to the graceful column of his neck.

“Don’t harass my students,” Yuuri manages, poking Viktor solidly in the chest.

Viktor grasps his hand, slotting their fingers together. “Will you make it worth my while if I don’t?”

Yuuri rolls his eyes. “I can’t imagine who would possibly think you’re a nice boy.”

Viktor falls back on the couch dramatically, tugging Yuuri down with him. “My Yuuri wounds me, me, the man who adores him and would pluck every single star from the sky for him, who would—”

“Shut up,” Yuuri says, laughing.

“Make me?” Viktor asks hopefully.

“That’s a terrible line,” Yuuri informs him, and, oh, his face is suddenly very, very close.

“But you’re going to fall for it anyway?” Viktor murmurs, sneaking a hand behind Yuuri’s neck and stroking the soft hairs he finds there.

Yuuri grins at him, a wickedly lovely sight, and Viktor finds that he’s the one who falls helplessly yet again.

“What are you doing on Sunday,” Yuri mumbles as he’s warming up on the ice.

Yuuri blinks. “Well. The rink will be closed. I signed up for a summer class, so I guess I could start on some of the reading.”

“No,” Yuri grits out, determinedly glaring at the ice. “I mean. With your. Dad.”

“Ah.” Yuuri adjusts his glasses, considering. “I mean, we usually don’t do anything big for Father’s Day? My dad’s not really into that stuff. We’ll probably just stay in. Have a nice quiet dinner. Something like that.”

Yuri stares at him. “That’s—That’s it?”

Yuuri shrugs. “Well, yeah. That’s what we’ve always done.”

Yuri stares off into the distance as he skates figure-eights, and Yuuri studies him from his vantage point, leaning against the boards.

“Viktor doesn’t expect anything from you,” he says quietly, and Yuri stiffens. “And besides, it’s—” Yuuri spreads his hands out. “Commercialism, mostly? Like every other holiday. You don’t need some arbitrary holiday to tell you when to show affection for the father figures in your life. It’s just. It’s silly. But it’s fun. I don’t know. You don’t need to stress so much about it.”

“Am not,” Yuri snarls, skating faster.

“Okay,” Yuuri says.

Yuri comes to an abrupt stop in front of him. “Viktor’s not.” He balls his hands into tight, angry fists. “He’s not my dad.”

“No,” Yuuri says, slightly bemused. “He’s not.”

“But he’s still. He’s. He’s.” Yuri falls into a frustrated silence. Yuuri waits for him to gather his thoughts, having learned that it’s imperative to let Yuri figure things out on his own, lest he get shoved away. “He’s… important.” It sounds as though it physically pains him to admit it, which it probably does.

“Anything you do for him, he’ll appreciate,” Yuuri tells him. “In his own, special, Viktor way.”

That earns him a snort. “Whatever,” Yuri scoffs. “Are we practicing or what?”

Yuuri smiles. “Alright. Let’s go.”

Yuri clutches the hastily wrapped gift in his hands, staring at Viktor’s closed door. It’s Sunday night, now, and the day had passed quietly, uneventfully. It’s just—it’s so stupid, is what it is. He didn’t even have proper wrapping paper. He’d used their leftover Christmas gift wrap, and Frosty the fucking Snowman grins cheerfully at him from the crumpled blue paper.

Viktor’s not his father. He’s never wanted to be, and Yuri’s never wanted him to be, either. But he came when nobody else did, giving Yuri a second shot at family. Because even though he still can’t cook worth a damn and has zero shame whatsoever about what he and Yuuri get up to behind closed doors (and sometimes not so closed doors, that rotten perverted exhibitionist bastard), he always makes a point to pick Yuri up from school whenever it’s raining, and he’s never, ever missed a skating exhibition.

Besides, Yuri’s gotten attached to Makkachin.

“Ugh, whatever,” he mutters, tossing the gift to the floor and fleeing to his room. He turns off the light and buries himself beneath the blankets, praying for a swift and painless death.

Viktor shuffles out of his bedroom on Monday morning, stifling a yawn. His foot nudges something on his way out, and he rubs at his eyes before realizing that yes, there is indeed what appears to be a Christmas gift on the floor.

He kneels down, tearing the gift open.

He lets out a bark of startled, genuine laughter at the sight of an orange, tiger print tie.

It’s utterly hideous.

He loves it.

FIN

#this is just silly fluff don't mind me #yuri on ice #yoi #fic #raise a tiger verse

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imatrisarahtops · 7 years

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Here, have an Otayuri WIP.

I’ve been kind of obsessed with “Jenny” by the Studio Killers. If it’s not an Otayuri song, I don’t know what is.

So here, have something I’ve been slowly working on for a while. It’s vaguely based on the theory that Yuri is wearing Otabek’s hoodie in the WttM manga. I have three parts planned—this is the first half of part one. I want to finish it, but I’ve been struggling in the second part and yeah. Anyway, here you go. Have 2k+ words of [mutual] pining until I figure out how to finish it.

Yuri wasn’t entirely sure how the hoodie had found its way into his possession.

If he stopped to think about it, he could make an educated guess. He could only assume that it had happened at some point during the rehearsal that had lasted into the early hours of the morning as he completely created a new exhibition skate overnight at the Grand Prix Final. He vaguely remembered the older boy handing it over to him after Yuri had tracked him down in the club in Barcelona, the name of which he couldn’t even recall. Still, he’d been fairly certain that he’d stripped it off once they had returned to the rink to run over the new choreography with the song Otabek had picked.

But, if Yuri stopped to think about it, he was fairly certain it was something he’d consciously done, taking it with him back to his hotel room, even if it was done through an awful hazy mix of adrenaline and exhaustion.

Which was probably why Yuri didn’t stop and think about it. That was a whole different matter he didn’t want to address, instead hiding it away in a distant part of his subconscious.

No, instead it was easier for him to say he had no idea how the jacket had ended up in his suitcase, once he’d finally taken the time to unpack when he returned to Russia. And that was exactly what he’d said when asked about it.

For quite some time, the hoodie sat in Yuri’s room, strewn across a chair. He’d intended, on several occasions, to mention his accidental acquisition of the hoodie to its original owner. He had texted with Otabek frequently enough, usually brief conversations about how their training was going for their respective competitions. At no point, however, did the older boy bring up the missing jacket, and similarly Yuri found himself forgetting to mention it when the two of them talked.

Eventually, he gave up, telling himself that he could always return it to Otabek at Worlds. If the thought crossed his mind that he really wasn’t trying that hard to send the hoodie back to Kazakhstan, again it was something that he refused to dwell on. Really, it was easy to convince himself that waiting until seeing Otabek in person in March would just save on postage.

Instead he left the hoodie on his chair and did his best not to think on it and any subtle implications it all had.

So when he grabbed the jacket, yanking it over his head and grabbing his bag and keys before making his way to Victor’s apartment for dinner, it was really because he hadn’t been thinking about it. In his defense, the jacket had spent the better part of two months sitting in his bedroom; it was plain black, just like the hoodie he commonly wore with his other jackets. The February air was a biting cold in St. Petersburg, and he definitely needed the layers; on top of it, he was in a rush to make it to his rinkmates' home before Yuuri finished cooking dinner. It wasn’t until he stripped off his coat and scarf—tossing them over the back of the couch before dropping himself into a chair at the kitchen table, half-heartedly scrolling through his phone, and then Victor opening his big mouth—that he noticed anything at all.

“Nice jacket!” he said, sitting across from the younger skater and nursing a cup of steaming green tea. Yuri mumbled a disinterested ‘thanks,’ in response, not looking away from his phone. “I don’t recognize it,” Victor said conversationally over the rim of his mug. "Where is it from?”

At this, Yuri had glanced down, frowning slightly at Victor’s comment, wondering if the man was pulling his leg, when—oh. Realization hit him, sharp and quick. Oh no…

Yuri swallowed thickly. “Kazakhstan, probably,” he mumbled, attention returning to his phone as he hoped his tone didn’t betray anything.

“Really?” Yuuri asked then, placing a bowl and chopsticks down in front of Yuri. “I didn’t know you’ve been to Kazakhstan,” he said thoughtfully before settling himself in a chair next to Victor.

“He hasn’t,” Victor said, a smile of understanding tugging at the edges of his lips while anger and embarrassment flared up inside of Yuri.

Yuuri, however, only looked confused at this. “Then—?”

Yuri huffed out a sigh of resignation, desperately hoping that it came off as annoyance instead as he plucked his chopsticks from the table. “It isn’t mine,” he said shortly. “It’s… ah… Otabek’s.”

"Otabek Altin?" Yuuri’s eyebrows raised comically as he looked from Yuri—who was staring moodily at his gyūdon as he stabbed at the beef, avoiding all eye contact, biting back the question of what other Otabek he could possibly mean—to Victor—whose eyes were now sparkling with mirth, his mouth a teasing, open-mouthed smirk—as though he was missing vital information. “Is there… something between you and Otabek?” Yuuri asked curiously.

“Oh yes,” Victor murmured at the same moment Yuri shouted, “No!”

Yuri scowled at Victor.

“Definitely,” the older man amended.

“Of course not,” Yuri snarled, glowering at Victor. “And even if there was, it would be none of your business!”

Victor opened his mouth to respond, smile still playing at his lips, when Yuuri cut across him. “You’re right,” he said, his tone firm. Yuri gaped at him incredulously for a moment, and the Japanese skater glanced at a pouting Victor over the frames of his glasses. “It isn’t our business.”

Victor’s face fell a little into an expression that bore the tacit “but Yuuri!” in every inch of his features. Yuri smirked triumphantly, taking a piece of beef between his chopsticks and victoriously shoving it into his mouth. Yuuri switched the conversation to the upcoming Four Continents instead, something that Yuri tuned out as he ate, considering the fact that the competition didn’t directly affect him. He instead continued to eat in smug satisfaction, pleased that he’d managed to avoid the potentially embarrassing conversation with Victor.

And now, Victor was seemingly distracted by his fiancé’s talk of skating. Yuri was fairly certain the Japanese skater had done it on purpose. And between bites of rice, beef, and onion, he had to admit that maybe the pig wasn’t all that bad in situations like this.

An hour or so later, however, he wanted to retract that mental statement.

Yuri had settled himself deep in the cushions of blue living room sofa, his socked feet on the matching ottoman and his knees bent in front of him. He’d stuffed one of his hands into the pockets of the hoodie he was still wearing, the other hand clutching his phone against his legs, thumb flicking through his social media feed. He could hear Yuuri and Victor puttering about the kitchen, washing dishes and cleaning up the remnants of dinner. Yuri sighed tiredly, then inhaled slowly.

The scent that tickled his nose was unfamiliar, yet comforting, and the recognition of what it must be immediately flooded his mind. He licked his lips, again refusing to think. Instead, he lowered his chin, burrowing the bottom half of his face into the high collar of the jacket. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

“So does it smell like him, then?”

Yuri flailed in his seat, his phone clattering to the floor and his feet kicking the ottoman away as he desperately tried to simultaneously sit up straight and curl in on himself. He pulled his knees to his chest defensively, toes digging into the front of the couch cushions. He scowled at Yuuri who was standing at the other edge of the sofa, eyebrows raised, a knowing smile on his lips, and two mugs of hot liquid in his hands.

“What the hell kind of question is that?” Yuri snapped defensively, glaring menacingly at the older man. Not so long ago, the very same expression had been enough leave Yuuri a trembling mess; at times like this, Yuri mourned that loss.

Yuuri shrugged as he sat beside the younger skater, handing him one of the mugs. Yuri peered at the contents, happy to see that it wasn’t the green tea Yuuri had brought from Japan, but sbiten. He took a long sip, reveling in the spicy sweetness that warmed him to the bone. Then, he nearly choked when Yuuri commented, “You were sniffing it.”

Yuri spluttered slightly, coughing into the crook of his elbow before glaring at Yuuri once more. “I was most definitely not… sniffing…” He trailed off, taking another drink. “Shut up, pig,” he mumbled into the rim of his mug.

“You should come along to Four Continents,” Yuuri suggested then with a gentle smile.

“What?” Yuri demanded, startled by the idea. “Why?”

Yuuri shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his tea. “To see Otabek?” he said. “Seeing the real thing is better than a piece of clothing, isn’t it?” Yuri hummed noncommittally, ducking his head slightly. “Though I’m surprised he didn’t invite you himself, honestly.”

Yuri’s head snapped up at this. “Huh?”

“He must just know you’re busy with practice,” Yuuri said thoughtfully. “I just thought since he gave you his jacket—"

“He didn’t!” Yuri quickly objected, planting his feet on the floor and turning his body to Yuuri. "I don’t even know how it got in my bag after the Grand Prix!”

Yuuri blinked back at him. “Oh,” he said blankly, furrowing his brow slightly. “Then… he didn’t give it to you?”

“No!” the blond responded.

“But you’re wearing it?”

“Ah…” Yuri suddenly realized the problem with his adamant denial of the subject, glancing back down at his cup, hands still wrapped tightly around it. “I…”

Yuuri tilted his head to the side. “Otabek doesn’t know you have feelings for him,” he said slowly.

“I don’t!” Yuri immediately argued, which he had to admit didn't help his case. “He—I just…” The Japanese skater raised a skeptical eyebrow at this. “Ah, fuck.” He could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame.

"It's okay!" Yuuri hastily assured him.

"Maybe until you tell your stupid husband about it," the younger skater grumbled into his drink.

"He's not my husband," Yuuri responded with the tiniest smile, and the heavily implied 'yet' was enough to make Yuri have to suppress the urge to gag. "Why would I tell him, anyway?"

Yuri raised a shoulder in a defeated shrug, sinking back into the couch cushions and letting his hair fall over his eyes. "Aren't you supposed to tell each other everything?"

Yuuri hummed thoughtfully at this. "Well, maybe if it involves us or our relationship," he said. "But this is about you. I'm not obligated to tell him anything, especially if you don't want me to."

Yuri eyed him warily from behind his hair. "I want you to take this to the grave, pig," he said. "No telling Victor, or Mila, or any of your stupid friends—and definitely no mention of it to Otabek. You tell anyone and I'll kill you myself."

Yuuri smiled. "Then your secret is safe with me!" Yuri grunted in response, draining the last of his sbiten. "Though, you know, you could just tell Otabek yourself."

Again, Yuri struggled to keep himself from choking on his drink. He rounded on Yuuri, staring at him as though he'd clearly lost his mind. "Yeah," he said with a derisive snort. "I'm sure that would go over well."

"He's your friend, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Yuri repeated, dragging out the word in an almost patronizingly slow manner. "He's my friend." He kicked his feet out, crossing his ankles atop the ottoman. "I'd really rather keep it that way."

"I really doubt Otabek would stop wanting to be your friend—"

"We aren't discussing this," Yuri snapped, folding his arms over his chest, still clutching the empty mug. "Besides, you're one to talk, aren't you? With how long it took you to talk to the old man?"

Yuuri hummed in response at this. "I suppose you're right," he said in a considering tone, standing up once more. "But in the end, I did." He plucked the cup out of Yuri's hand, and the blond glanced up at him to see a wide grin spreading across his face. "And look where I am now."

Yuri blinked at the man in slight disbelief, still taken aback by the sudden bouts of confidence like this when they occurred. He watched as Yuuri took the mugs back to the kitchen; a moment later, he could again hear the distant voices of Yuuri and Victor chattering over the sounds of cleaning.

For a fleeting moment, he considered the possibility that Yuuri could be right. He considered the idea of potentially ruining the admittedly brief but inarguably cherished friendship he'd formed with Otabek.

But at the thought of things not working out, of the potential that it could all so easily go to hell... He shook his head, raising his shoulders and burrowing his nose into the collar of the hoodie once more.

Yuri again chose to stop thinking.

#otayuri #yuri on ice #fanfic #fan fiction #wip #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #yurio plisetsky #otabek

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belovedyuuri · 7 years

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Dance with Me (ao3) 6.5k

3 times Yuuri Katsuki stumbles when dancing with Viktor and 1 time he gets it right.

55. ‘I don’t mind.’ in the 100 ways to say ‘I love you’ series.

Yuuri is eight when he enters the wooden camp house for the first time, clutching to Minako-sensei’s hand. He shouldn’t really be here, he was supposed to join the skating camp Yuuko went to but the organisers decided at the very last minute that they couldn’t take boys with them. Minako-sensei was the last hope for him to spend two weeks of his summer vacation out of his house. This year, she was asked to provide ballet classes at the famous Mr. Feltsman’s Dance Camp; Yuuri was allowed to come only because of that, he was sure.

He doesn’t know Russian. He barely knows English, too, only the words and phrases Minako-sensei managed to teach him before arriving at the place. Nerves eat at his insides, making his stomach clench painfully. He shouldn’t be here, he doesn’t even know how to dance!

Minako-sensei talks to another instructor in a language that doesn’t make any sense to Yuuri, nodding at him at one point and wrapping her arm around his shoulder. He recognises his own name falling from her lips, immediately repeated by the man she is talking to.

She kneels down in front of him and puts her hands on his shoulders. “You will learn how to dance here,” she tells him, making sure he’s focusing on her words. “Just follow what the teacher and other children are doing and you’ll be fine.”

Yuuri breathes shakily. “Will you stay here?”

She shakes her head. “I have to teach another class. But I’ll come get you when it’s over and we’ll eat lunch together. Alright?”

Yuuri wants to say that it’s not alright, especially when his ears catch the sound of unfamiliar languages spoken all around him. Minako-sensei and him are the only Japanese people in the room and his stomach doesn’t like it.

The teacher next to them claps his hands to attract the students’ attention then, and Yuuri instinctively nods his head.

Minako-sensei smiles at him and gives his shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Good luck, Yuuri,” she tells him. With that, she’s gone to teach her own class.

Yuuri timidly looks around the room and quickly walks to the back of it, keeping close to the walls just so he’ll notice immediately if they start to close in on him.

Yuuri dislikes dancing. Or rather, he dislikes the dance class Minako-sensei leaves him at every day around 10 am. They dance in pairs there, children of all ages holding each other’s hands and moving together - some take a step forward while others move backward. The teacher speaks very often but Yuuri only has managed to differentiate between a few of the words he uses. “One, two, three” are numbers, the man says those and all the students move their feet in the rhythm of his voice.

Yuuri tries to do that, too, but he’s too focused on how his hands are clammy with sweat. Sometimes, the sound of his own blood echoing in his ears drowns out the teacher’s voice and he steps out, or worse, steps on his partner’s foot.

The boy he’s dancing with seems to make a show of wiping his hands against his trousers whenever Yuuri’s hands become too sweaty and he grabs Yuuri’s fingers back without asking.

(Not that Yuuri would understand if the boy did ask, but he doesn’t like not having a say in this.)

He doesn’t tell Minako-sensei that he feels bad during the classes, he doesn’t even mention that he’s noticed the classroom becoming smaller and smaller, the walls seemingly trying to reach him as forcefully as his partner does.

One day, though, another child joins the group, and the boy who has danced with Yuuri till now says something to the teacher and never comes back to him. Instead, he takes the new girl’s hands into his own and gets into a position they’ve been practicing for the last several days.

Yuuri’s lungs are working too fast. The air around him turns cold with the realisation of what’s going on. Breathing feels like shreds of ice force their way down his throat, body growing light and heavy at the same time and before he even notices, he’s sitting on the floor, his freezing cold fingers held in a pair of warm, bigger hands. Somebody is talking to him in words he can’t understand, can’t really hear over the loud, high noise in his ears, in his head, in his entire body.

Walls close in around him, only a circle of space, nearly nonexistent, left around him and the teacher - it must be the teacher. Yuuri feels something hot on his face, moving down his cheeks, stinging his eyes.

“Breathe,” he hears the language of his mom and dad, the word Mari usually murmurs to him back at home reaching him through the freezing smoke of nothing and too much at the same time. “Breathe, Yuuri. Focus on me. Breathe in. In, Yuuri.”

Minako-sensei, he thinks finally, the shadows clouding his vision slowly dissipating. Sure enough, Minako-sensei is right there when his eyes are able to see again, and now it’s her hands that are holding his hands, massaging warmth into his fingers. Yuuri notices he can move them again.

He tries to breathe along with her, shaking with how difficult it is to do it as slow as her. With every another attempt, it gets easier.

The walls around him aren’t walls - is what he notices when his breathing has calmed enough; they are the children in the class, crowding around him like he’s an exhibit in a museum, an animal in a zoo.

Maybe he is; he can’t understand their speech, after all.

“There you go,” Minako-sensei murmurs to him. He can’t help but cry. She takes him out of the wooden house, away from the staring children and the boy who doesn’t want to dance with him anymore.

“I don’t want to go there again,” Yuuri says next morning.

Minako-sensei sighs but continues to lead him towards the same wooden house in which his dance class takes place. “I can’t leave you alone in our room while I’m teaching, Yuuri,” she tells him. “Besides, I talked to your instructor. He promised to find somebody who could be your partner.”

Yuuri pouts at her because it’s the only thing left that he can do, but Minako-sensei isn’t looking at him. They reach the dance class and she leaves him inside sooner than he likes.

“Ah, Yuuri!” the teacher calls, making him freeze in his track. The man waves him over, the other hand resting on another boy’s shoulder.

Yuuri hasn’t seen the boy in the class before. That must be the child the teacher promised he would find.

“Viktor,” the man says, clapping the boy’s shoulder. Some other words follow, from which he only understands ‘dance’ but when the boy—Viktor—gives him a wide smile and offers him his hand, Yuuri thinks he doesn’t need to know all the words to understand.

Viktor never grabs Yuuri’s hand like his previous dance partner did. When he needs to get Yuuri’s attention, he simply says his name - he says his name - and he patiently leads Yuuri through all the steps, no matter how many times Yuuri steps on his feet or moves in a completely different direction than he’s supposed to.

“Sorry!” he calls in English every time because the Russian word never wants to stay in his memory. He says it again and again, and Viktor always smiles at him and shakes his head and says several phrases that sound English.

One of them is ‘It’s okay’. Yuuri knows this one. He’s so grateful for Minako-sensei teaching it to him.

The other phrase, Yuuri doesn’t understand and can’t even remember, but Viktor doesn’t seem bothered about it.

Yuuri’s hands stop sweating so much. Viktor doesn’t seem to notice they have ever been wetter than his own.

“Yuuri?” Viktor says, waving his hand in front of his face, still farther than most would. When Yuuri focuses on him, he tilts his head. “Okay?”

Yuuri nods and smiles a little. “Okay.”

“So?” Minako-sensei asks him when there are only two days of the camp left. “How do you like your dance classes now?”

Yuuri babbles excitedly about the boy that dances with him and always waits for him to take his hands first, and speaks his name like it’s supposed to be spoken (Viktor said it incorrectly one time but Yuuri corrected him and he’s been pronouncing it well ever since), who shares his water bottle when Yuuri’s done with his tiny one, who never gets angry with him and always gives him a smile and calls his name and claps his hands together whenever Yuuri dances correctly.

“He says okay,” Yuuri tells her when they’re in their beds with the lights off. “He says… he says something else, too. When I say sorry. I don’t know what.”

“What does he say?” Minako-sensei asks.

Yuuri wills his tongue to move, stuttering over sounds that it’s unfamiliar with. What comes out of his mind must not make much sense because Minako-sensei is quiet for a long time. But then…

“He says that he doesn’t mind,” she tells him.

For some reason, those words seem like the best words that Viktor could have ever said to him.

“Thank you, Minako-sensei.”

Viktor doesn’t know much English, nor does he know Japanese at all, but with Minako-sensei’s help, Yuuri learns that the other boy is 10 and lives in Moscow and would like it if Yuuri came back to the camp next year. She translates that Viktor will be looking forward to the summer if Yuuri promises to come back.

He knows it’s bad to make promises if he doesn’t know he can keep them, but he really wants to dance with Viktor again. He has never had so much fun away from his friends, on or off the ice.

Postcards from Viktor fill his entire drawer, but Yuuri still adds more and more, sometimes putting in it full paged letters as well. Phone calls between Japan and Russia are way too expensive for how much (or little) his family earns and Mari doesn’t always let Yuuri use her computer so he and Viktor write letters to each other.

In his newest letter, with a postcard from Barcelona this time, Viktor writes about his latest dance competition. He and his partner, Mila, are champions in every city they go to. Viktor says that his teachers don’t like him missing classes because of so many travels but he can’t help it.

Besides, Viktor writes, I’m graduating in June and all my grades are good. They can’t be too angry with me if I’m not failing their classes.

Yuuri can only agree with him.

Viktor is finishing high school this year - he’s 20 years old this year, Yuuri knows he had to take a two-year break from schooling when his mothers noticed something alarming in his behaviour - something that Viktor confided to Yuuri in his letters.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not really here, Viktor confessed once. I lie in my bed for hours without a thought in my head and I still feel overwhelmed. Does that happen to you, too?

No, Yuuri answered to that letter. No, it has never happened to him and he was sorry that Viktor felt that way. Maybe he should talk to his parents about it. Makkachin and Yuuri can’t be the only two beings that Viktor tells about this.

Viktor’s mothers put their entire world on hold for their son and during that summer they went on a trip around the world, even going as far as to make a two-day stop in Hasetsu, the most wonderful surprise Yuuri has ever received.

Yuuri, Viktor writes in the latest letter. The word in Viktor’s handwriting never fails to make Yuuri smile. I’ve been thinking… Do you have graduation proms in Japan? We have them in Russia. My school is organising one and of course I need to go. I’ve been wondering if you would like to accompany me?

Yuuri’s eyes stop at the last two words. The whole world seems to pause around him. Has he read them right? Is Viktor really asking him—him?

Would you like to accompany me?

Accompany me?

He? Yuuri?

Yuuri blinks and pushes air out of his lungs, immediately breathing in. He hasn’t even noticed that he’s been holding his breath. He makes his eyes move further over the letter.

I would really like to go with a friend and you’re a very good friend to me, Yuuri. Mамочка says that we can cover the cost of the tickets to and from Russia (as my graduation gift) and you could stay for some time at our house. I could show you my favourite places! And you would meet Makkachin! Wouldn’t that be great?

Please, think about it and let me know about your decision as soon as possible. (It would make me very happy if you said yes!)

‘It would make him very happy.’

It would make Yuuri happy, too. He’s always wanted to meet Viktor’s dog - the boy has always talked about her on and on, simply unable to stop. He even has one four-page letter from Viktor fully dedicated to Makkachin. He loves rereading it from time to time.

He wants to go to the prom with Viktor. They don’t have such things in Japan, after all.

But still… It’s all the way in Russia. Yuuri has never traveled alone so far. He doesn’t react well to even taking the metro when he knows that nobody will be going with him. To go to Russia, alone, only to meet Viktor and go to a dance with him?

…ah, hell. It’ll be worth it. Of course it will.

He’ll have to ask Minako-sensei to help him with his dancing.

Yuuri clenches his fingers on his too long sleeve. He's never been to a graduation prom before—or any prom at all, for that matter. His hands sweat like there's no tomorrow, he's sure there are wet spots on the blue fabric of his jacket.

Viktor’s moms made sure their outfits matched so nobody had any doubts that Yuuri actually had a partner and wasn't just a stray foreigner sneaking into a prom in a school that wasn't even his.

The moment they enter the club, they're embraced by a mix of perfume and cologne that aren't the ones Viktor sprayed them both with. The smell is heady; in the lights flickering around the place it creates the illusion of a heavy cloud trying to reach and stupefy all the prom participants. Nobody looks fazed by it, though, maybe because the fog on the dance floor is created by a smoke machine.

The room is loud and the music isn't even playing yet; instead, countless conversations in a language Yuuri still doesn't know serve as a tune. For a long moment, he's an eight-year-old again, eyes flying from one faceless person to another, the laughter that he doesn’t grasp the source of wraps its fingers around his throat and squeezes and the room gets colder and colder—

“Yuuri?”

Viktor’s hand is hot when his fingers gingerly wrap around his own. Yuuri lets go of his jacket and clutches to the familiar warmth, first with one hand, then with the other as well.

Viktor’s eyes are worried when he finds them looking back at him. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks and Yuuri automatically nods.

They’ve planned Yuuri coming to Russia for Viktor’s graduation prom for months. Yes, there have been times when his anxiety has got the upper grip on the situation, making him question everything.

Why him? Viktor has a dance partner that he goes to every competition imagined with and with whom he wins all kinds of trophies. Yuuri has seen the recordings; Mila is a talented, graceful dancer.

Is it because Yuuri told Viktor there are no graduation proms in Japan? Or maybe it’s because of that one time he mentioned that he couldn’t wait to see Viktor again…

…In one of his letters, Viktor wrote that he couldn’t wait to dance with Yuuri one more time. He must have been teasing, Yuuri’s mind supplies the well-groomed thought, he knows very well what an awful partner he is. To this day Yuuri’s winces in sympathy for Viktor’s feet whenever he remembers them dancing together.

He bets even Minako-sensei believes he’s a lost cause, and she’s a miraculous teacher.

“We don’t have to stay here long,” Viktor tells him as he leads him to one of the long tables, tens of other students dressed to the nines already sitting at it.

Yuuri tightens his grip over Viktor’s fingers and manages to breathe when he feels a squeeze in return.

The music slows down significantly when they reach the dance floor. Everybody around them starts cheering, to the band, the DJ, or whomever, Yuuri could even go as far as to say they were clapping at Viktor for bringing Yuuri (the foreigner, definitely not a professional dancer) into the spotlight, out there for everybody to laugh at him.

Viktor moves in front of him, grinning, and Yuuri pales.

“I can't dance,” he tries, but when Viktor offers him his hand in an invitation, he accepts. “I don't remember how—”

“Just follow me.” Viktor’s voice is softer than he's ever heard it be.

Maybe it’s the slow, delicate melody or maybe somebody spiked the orange juice he’s had but—Yuuri’s instantly awestruck, rendered speechless right there where he is…

Because oh.

In the midst of beautiful gowns and sharp suits, foreign chatter, clouds of perfume, and the lights changing colours every couple of seconds, there is Viktor, pulling him ever so gently into a dance so gentle it could break hearts, and Yuuri can't help but think that everything suddenly makes sense.

His heart beating as though it wants to escape, the strange, yet not bad, feeling in his belly, his body relaxed and tense at the same time.

He and Viktor. They've been working up to this point for a long time, how hasn't he noticed?

This—this realisation, this everything—makes him feel dizzy and Viktor isn't even spinning him yet, they're only swaying together; so close, never have they been so close, Yuuri’s sure he would have remembered.

The music plays and plays, he isn't listening to it at all. His heart is beating too loud, the only sound his ears are able to focus on is whenever Viktor huffs a chuckle or whispers to him.

It dawns on him suddenly that they are slow dancing on a prom night. He's heard about how romantic these things are before, about the implications.

Is Viktor aware of it? Has he planned it?

Is he going to kiss him tonight?

...is Viktor even on the same page?

And what page is Yuuri on?

Viktor is looking at him with the same soft expression when Yuuri focuses back on him.

His eyes… Could it be—?

Viktor hisses quietly, just a glimpse of a second after Yuuri falls forward in a step Viktor definitely didn't lead him to.

“I'm sorry!” he calls, first in Japanese, instinctively, then in English, heat spilling down his cheeks, even reaching his ears. “I'm so sorry, Viktor—”

“Yuuri.” That one word, pronounced so tenderly, so dearly, is enough to steal all apologies from Yuuri’s tongue. “It's okay. I don't mind.”

There's that look again.

Viktor’s arms stay as gentle as before when he repeats, “I don't mind at all,” and Yuuri stumbles again, and that's when Viktor laughs.

For the first time in his life, Yuuri knows nobody is mocking him.

He starts laughing, too.

They leave the club past 4 am, their stomachs full with food, their feet aching, bodies buzzing with soda and the glass of champagne they were allowed to drink. (Some graduates managed to get a hold of more alcohol; it loosened their tongues. When Yuuri found himself talked to in broken English, he couldn’t help but think that maybe Viktor’s classmates didn’t hate him, after all.)

The day is already waking up, the sky getting lighter and lighter with every minute. Yuuri stops in his track and looks around in confusion.

“It’s day,” he says.

Viktor chuckles by his side. “It is.”

“We’ve been there the whole night?”

It’s not that he can’t believe it - time always flies fast when he spends it with Viktor, be it online or physically together, talking or dancing. He feels tiredness seeping through his bones, too, so he knows it’s not strange that so many hours have passed.

But still. He’s danced the whole night, in a foreign country, has talked to people using a language that none of them are completely fluent in and yet… he’s had… fun?

Viktor smiles at him and takes his hand, and Yuuri is suddenly reminded that they’ve been doing that the whole night as well. Viktor’s warmth has been a constant today. Maybe that’s why Yuuri hasn’t felt the sense of ‘strange’ in his body?

“There’s this tradition that we have,” Viktor tells him as they start to walk - where, Yuuri doesn’t know.

“Tradition?”

“Mhm.” They cross the street, empty of vehicles save for those parked on the curb. “After the prom, we go out and welcome the sunrise.”

Yuuri tilts his head. “Why?”

That question seems to floor Viktor. His usual confidence stutters on his face as he tightens his fingers on Yuuri’s hand. “Well… I don’t really…”

Yuuri runs his thumb over Viktor’s hand. “It sounds like a very lovely way to finish the night.”

When he looks at Viktor, the man looks relieved, a smile back to his face, and the same look that was present on his face nearly the entire night reaches his eyes again.

“Would you like to watch the sunrise with me, Yuuri?” Viktor asks.

Somehow, the question sounds like the most important thing in the world. The daylight, still not graced by the sun but readying for it, reflects in Viktor’s hair like pure silver, making it shine as though it was made of stardust. Viktor’s looking at him, watching him, and Yuuri can’t even think, his mind can’t consciously form any words. He answers with the one word that feels right.

“Yes.” He feels a smile on his own face. His own voice has a note of that Viktor-softness when he adds, “I’d love to.”

The hill they climb on is surprisingly deserted, no other students visible but for the couple they have noticed at the very bottom of the slope. Viktor takes his jacket off and lays it on the grass, damp from the dew yet still warmed by the heat of the previous day. Yuuri’s about to do the same, but Viktor simply sits down and offers him his hand, pulls him onto the jacket, next to him, close, so close, they nearly don’t fit on it. Viktor wraps his arm around him and pulls him even closer, then, and oh.

Now everything is perfect.

They’re quiet for a long time—if Yuuri’s heart can be described as quiet at the moment. He has no idea what’s going on, what’s happening, they’ve been so close to each other numerous of times, they’ve danced together (or tried to, anyway) the three summers he was allowed to attend the dance camp, and Viktor always hugs him for ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’. Yuuri has known for a while now what it feels like to be embraced by Viktor, or what his hands feel like when they hold his own, or when he leads him in a dance or on a walk or when their fingers meet while petting Makkachin.

He’s known it all, he still knows it, but right now—

Something has changed this night. Something has awakened in him.

Maybe it was the lights in the club, or the fog curling around their feet as they danced. Maybe it was the fact that at the very beginning of the prom Yuuri was so overwhelmed that the only thing he could feel was Viktor’s heart beating steadily underneath his hand as they danced to one of the slow songs.

Or maybe it was the confetti one of the graduates threw at them, which stuck to Viktor’s hair and wouldn’t let go until Yuuri picked it out, laughing, laughing the entire night, laughing with Viktor.

Viktor doesn’t seem to act differently around him, not at all - he behaves just like he always does, paying attention to Yuuri when nobody else does, making sure he’s warm and comfortable and isn’t pressured to anything he doesn’t feel good with.

They’re sitting there, facing east, the horizon slowly growing brighter and brighter, as though getting ready to introduce the main performer.

“I’ve never thought I’d get to do it,” Viktor whispers to him, as quietly as the wind that rustles through the leaves of the nearby tree.

Yuuri looks up at him, his nose nearly touching Viktor’s chin. They’re so close, but he doesn’t pull away. He’s comfortable here.

“Do what?”

Viktor’s eyes are fixed on the point on the sky where the sun starts to rise. Yuuri can see the gold of it in his blue eyes, doesn’t look away, tries to look deeper.

“I’ve never thought that I’d get to see the sunrise,” Viktor says softly, his voice trembling a little—Yuuri wraps his arm around him and rubs his back in case he’s cold—and Viktor smiles and continues, “With somebody I care so deeply about.”

Yuuri’s hand freezes, and only because he’s watching Viktor’s face, he knows that the blue eyes freeze, too.

Viktor licks his lips, a nervous habit. “Yuuri…”

But Yuuri’s not listening, he can’t hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears, can’t feel anything but the heat on his cheeks, can’t think about anything else than curling his fingers in Viktor’s dress shirt and pulling him close—

“Yuuri, if it’s too much, I’ll—”

“Kiss me?” Yuuri breathes, shaking his head and moving onto his knees, anything just to do the one thing that’s the only thought in his head right now, anything to get Viktor to do what he wants—what they both want, and he wants to assure him that that’s the case, he’s really okay with that, he wouldn’t mind if—

Viktor’s hands cradle his head, like he’s something precious and cherished. Yuuri feels tears start to pool in the corners of his eyes, and then—oh, and then…

He forgets all about the sun, or the couple at the bottom of the hill, or the start of the new day when the energy of cosmic proportions explodes with warmth in his chest, wreaking sweet havoc within him, never to be the same again.

“Dance with me, Yuuri,” Viktor says after they've spent the entire day unpacking. There are still a couple of boxes standing in the tiny hall and the living room but they sure as hell aren't going to pay them much mind tonight.

“'S two in the morning,” Yuuri complains yet still takes Viktor’s hands and lets himself be pulled to his feet. “Even Makka’s asleep already. We'll wake him up.”

“We'll be quiet. Promise.“

They're both wearing socks since their carpet will only arrive in two days and their slippers are smooshed in one of the remaining boxes. They should have had labeled them more properly.

Viktor pulls him into position, one arm wrapped around Yuuri’s back and the other holding his hand resting lax right over his heart. The only thing Yuuri loves more is when they're swaying from side to side, snuggled against each other.

“We’re in our socks,” Yuuri points out, needlessly.

“I’m a good dancer.”

“Not what I’m worried about.”

Viktor starts to hum a quiet melody, completely ignoring any non-complaints that Yuuri is ready to feed to him.

It only makes Yuuri breathe a smile and shake his head. He follows Viktor’s steps, used to it, ready for it. Dancing with Viktor feels like second nature to him after all those years spent doing little else, especially after their engagement.

Viktor’s never tired of having him so close, it seems; he always wraps his arms around Yuuri and sways with him, even in place, even in public, even when having conversations with their friends. In the mornings, middays, evenings, late into the night… Even after tiring dance practices and competitions in which he and Mila still medal every time.

Viktor Nikiforov, the man with golden feet, is what the Internet has to say about his fiancé. (Yuuri takes every opportunity to tease him about it. Viktor teases back that at least he has a Wikipedia page.)

Yuuri knows the song Viktor is humming. It’s the same one he always sings when they’re dancing together in the privacy of just us; the one that Viktor listens to when everything goes wrong and he needs strength and love and people’s faith in him. It’s a melody that means home and safety to him. Yuuri’s heart still clenches with love when he remembers that Viktor associates it with him.

The whole world seems to be asleep, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other’s eyes, moving as quietly and gently as can be. A smile sparkles in Viktor’s eye; Yuuri knows what it means.

He fully expects the spin when Viktor minutely steps away and raises his arm, twirling him under it. His other arm is there, ready to curl around his back again when—

Yuuri’s socked feet slip on the floor and he yelps, falling backwards, clutching to Viktor’s shirt and clenching his eyes with the anticipation of the impact—

Except it never comes.

Viktor’s eyes are wide with shock when Yuuri looks up at him, arms wrapped around him and holding him in a poor excuse of the dip.

They’re both frozen, their breaths hitched in their throats as they stare at each other—and only when what has just happened dawns on them, they breathe out, as one, chests heaving.

Yuuri opens his mouth, words already on his tongue—

“I don’t mind,” Viktor says, smiling with that fondness that turned Yuuri’s entire world around 5 years ago.

Yuuri closes his eyes, unable to help it when his lips turn into a smile of his own. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

Before he knows what’s happening, Viktor sneaks one of his arms underneath Yuuri’s legs, hoisting him up, not faltering even when Yuuri lets out a squeal of surprise and throws his arms around Viktor’s neck.

“What are you doing?!”

Makkachin whines in her bed, instantly making Yuuri wince and lower his voice.

“Vitya, put me down.”

Viktor presses a gentle kiss to Yuuri’s temple, not listening at all, not even pretending to. With Yuuri in his arms, he walks into their bedroom, the wardrobe in the corner still wide open, their clothes not exactly put neatly inside, and lays him on the bed.

“We’re going to sleep,” he declares, pulling at Yuuri’s trousers to get them off, making them both laugh when the fabric catches on his feet.

“I can undress myself,” Yuuri argues half-heartedly, not offering any help. He lies there, grinning when his fiancé finally gets the piece of clothing off and, with both hands at the same time, pulls Yuuri’s socks off, dropping them somewhere on the floor.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Viktor says, taking his own shirt off. “You couldn’t even stand on your own feet a minute ago.”

Yuuri fakes an offended gasp and kicks at the man, making his step back with a laugh before his foot actually reaches him.

They get undressed in a matter of seconds, getting under the covers just in their underwear. Pajamas must have been packed in the same box as the slippers. (Seriously, they should have labeled the boxes. Right now neither their pillows nor the duvet are wrapped in linens because they still haven’t found them.)

Yuuri sighs as he snuggles against Viktor’s side, head fitting perfectly where it’s settled in the crook of Viktor’s neck.

“I can’t believe I agreed to marry you,” he teases, smiling playfully, his voice full of fond exasperation.

He feels more than hears Viktor’s quiet laughter, trembling against his body. The arm around him tightens, briefly pulling him just a tiny bit closer. There’s a gentle pressure on the top of his head; Yuuri lets himself feel it, closing his eyes with a sleepy smile. He can totally get used to having this every day for the rest of his life.

He’s on the edge of sleep, eyelids heavy with dream sand when Viktor whispers, “I can’t believe you did, either.”

Yuuri falls asleep overwhelmed with how blessed he is.

This is it. This is the moment Yuuri has been waiting for (excitedly, dreadfully, impatiently—sometimes all at the same time). He’s ready.

Or as ready as he can be, he thinks as he looks at Viktor, dressed in the beautiful white-and-gold suit. The fabric shone outside in the afternoon sun, matching the wedding rings on their fingers.

Married. They’re married now. Yuuri can’t stop himself from grinning, heart bursting with happiness at the reflection of his own feelings in Viktor’s eyes.

They’ve made it; all the years together interlaced with weeks spent apart whenever Viktor would go away for a competition or days when being constantly around another person was just too much - all of it taught them how to open their souls to one another, how to be a team.

The reception entertainer calls them to the dance floor to start the event with their first dance as a married couple. Yuuri takes a deep breath and tightens his hand on Viktor’s, moving through the crowd together, hand in hand as the guests cheer on them.

Everybody is watching them, everybody will see when—no, if Yuuri stumbles. He’s practiced for this occasion tirelessly, hours upon hours, both with Viktor and in secrecy from him. He’s not going to mess it up this time.

Viktor takes both his hands into his own and presses a kiss to them, first to the right, then to the left.

They’re already standing in the position, Viktor looking lovingly into his eyes, when the music starts playing. Yuuri holds his breath in anticipation and watches the man in front of him, waiting for his reaction.

Because it’s not Love Me Tender, not what Viktor chose off-handedly with the remark of “It’s not important what music we’ll dance to; what matters is that we’ll dance together” when there was too little time left to decide.

Я люблю тебя до слез, is the title of the song. I love you to tears.

Viktor’s eyes are watering by the time Yuuri starts to lead. Of course he knows the song; it’s the one he always sings when they dance together.

(Viktor’s mothers have been such a huge help, digging up the CDs Viktor loved as a teenager.)

There’s the look again, the look that has always been there; Yuuri can’t remember a moment in his life when Viktor hasn’t looked at him this way, like Yuuri is love and happiness personified and Viktor has found him and now calls him his own, his luck, his everything.

(There are still days when it’s difficult to think so highly of himself and he knows that it’s the same for Viktor; they learn from each other, though, they learn to see themselves through each other’s eyes and—oh…—when he finally manages to see it, Yuuri likes the version of himself Viktor sees every day.)

It’s unfair. How is he supposed to stay focused on the steps when his husband is tearing up again for the first time since they exchanged their vows? How is he supposed to continue on leading when he has his eyes on the most beautiful man in the room, in the world, in the whole wide universe, and whose blue eyes are staring right back at him?

“Yuuri,” Viktor says, and the name sounds choked out when it reaches him, the music coming to a brief stop right before the chorus, giving them a second to fill their chests with air. Viktor’s lips part again, words ready to spill from his tongue—

But the music picks up again, and when it does, a cloud of white rose petals starts falling softly from above, landing on their heads and shoulders, and all around them as they move in their first dance as the Katsuki-Nikiforovs.

Yuuri has orchestrated all of this, everything just to surprise the love of his life, to make that dance memorable, to make sure they remember the song as theirs till their old days; forever and longer. He’s known all of this would happen, but he hasn’t been ready for the pure adoration in the eyes of his husband, rendered as speechless as Yuuri himself feels, or even more.

Yuuri leads and Viktor follows, their eyes blurring so bad the petals look like a snow storm. Step to the left, slowly to the right, again to the left and then—

Yuuri hisses uncontrollably. There’s heaviness on his right foot, followed by a brief twinge to his toes.

“Yuuri!” Viktor gasps. He forces them to stop, even as the band continues to play. Eyes wide, he takes Yuuri’s shoulders in his hands and rubs at them, as if trying to make up for his mistake. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, love, I’m—”

“Hey,” Yuuri says only, all signs of pain long gone from his face. He’s smiling—grinning at Viktor, eyes sparkling in the lights of the room. He reaches his hands to cup Viktor’s face in them, thumbs caressing tears off his cheeks, and murmurs, voice as tender as possible, “I don’t mind.”

For a second or two, all he sees is the awestruck expression on Viktor’s face, the pure reflection of how Yuuri feels every time he looks at him and realises that’s him, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him. And then Viktor leans in, so quick Yuuri doesn’t even have time to close his eyes right away.

The guests cheer loudly, screaming something about something being bitter, much too bitter, but Yuuri doesn’t care. He’s being kissed by his husband, the one that he loves more than anything.

Viktor steps on his foot again (Yuuri is half convinced it’s on purpose this time) and they laugh, and switch their positions, Yuuri allowing himself to be led this time.

In this very moment, he knows one thing and one thing only; if life with Viktor means aching feet, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.

#victuuriwriters #viktuuri #victuuri #yoi #yoi fic #b tries to write #m #100 ways to say i love you #AU #fic #dancer Viktor #married Viktuuri #domestic viktuuri #young viktuuri #anxious Yuuri #wedding

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All-night Yuri!!! on Ice marathon + talk event report

Okay! It's now a full 12 hours after the event ended, and I've finally woken up lol So here I come bearing a report!

I'm sure several people will be posting their own reports, and I doubt any of us will have captured EVERYTHING that happened, so it's best to read multiple accounts for the greatest coverage XD

As expected, the event started with the talk portion, which involved Toyonaga, Suwabe, and Uchiyama (the podium family's seiyuu) along with creator Kubo-sensei. We were treated to the new visual, which has been making the rounds now and features the whole cast in their FS costumes taking a selfie with Phichit's selfie-stick, and were told that the marathon/event was being streamed to FIFTY theaters across the country--the largest anime streaming event EVER.

Something else that was also really great to me: there were quite a few people who were there seeing the show FOR THE FIRST TIME. Can you imagine how great that would be? Getting to see this entire series, for the very first time, on a huge movie screen surrounded by fans?? I'D KILL FOR THAT EXPERIENCE.

The talk event was divided into three corners.

1) SP - A "look back" talk, reflecting on what they'd done, how their performances had changed over the course of the series. Both Toyonaga and Suwabe reflected that they had no real memory of their performance from around halfway through the series, everything just coming through them and going directly into the character, and it was only on watching the final versions that they were like, "Oh wow, this character is actually that kind of person huh?"

Toyonaga also brought up the very first line of the opening scene, where Yuuri is doing a voice-over, talking about Victor. He'd wondered to himself WHEN that Yuuri was from--as it sounded like it was reflecting on the past. He asked the director, who told him when it took place, and he used that to guide the performance. "...So when DID it take place?" you ask? Toyonaga said he would never tell.

Suwabe went on to describe when he felt Victor "changed", when his feelings toward Yuuri shifted, and that he had a good idea of it himself and put it into the performance, but that he didn't want to share that with others, because he felt that seeing that evolution was a very personal thing for each person watching and didn't want to push his ideas onto other people (this is a very Japanese thing to do--and is also why Kubo-sensei does not want to outright say that Victor and Yuuri kissed in episode 7, because a) it should be obvious lol and b) it's a personal experience when watching the show how you understand different scenes to have unfolded and the emotions and thoughts felt therein)

2) FS - Topics they can discuss now that the show is over

Here, Kubo-sensei talked about her recent trip to Europe, something she and the director had planned to do while the series was being created once it finished. She talked about going to see a Czech competition, and there...she saw Victor and Yurio cosplayers! She was absolutely tickled to see cosplayers at such an event (something that would NEVER be allowed in Japan; though the cosplayers were just wearing wigs, apparently), and they noticed her as a Japanese person near them. They didn't recognize her as Kubo-sensei, but she slyly mentioned that she did know YOI and was a fan. The cosplayers got excited and told her that she was allowed to take a picture of them XDDD Not knowing she was the person responsible for their cosplay.

To top it off, only moments later, she posted to instagram that she was in Czech Republic doing some sight-seeing, and a Czech commenter excitedly offered, in the replies, to show her around. She clicked on that person's profile.......and it was the Victor cosplayer she'd just been offered a picture of XD

On other topics, the final episode had LOTS of cuts and retakes, apparently, and was only finished at the VERY last-minute. Stephan Lambiel's performance, even, wasn't taped until Monday--and the show aired Wednesday.

3) Post-skate interview - this section included responses to questions gathered from Twitter.

[(for Kubo-sensei) "What points do you pay particular attention to when drawing the characters?"] She only drew characters for the storyboards, really, so she did very simple versions but made sure that it was easy to tell in an instant which character was which, to make it easier for the character designers and animators to work from.

She also mentioned that she was drawing a short manga that would be included with purchases of the box-set (this isn't new info; it was announced ages ago), but got inspired for the content by the recent trip she just took to Europe. When asked about that content, all she said was that, "Fans of Yurio will be happy" and that not every character would appear.

["Who would you like to be your coach if you were a figure skater?"] Toyonaga wanted Victor, for sure, but after thinking a little longer on it, he thought JJ's parents would be really nice as well, since they're family. Suwabe wanted Yakov, and Uchiyama wanted the Yakov-Liliya combination like Yurio.

["Who is that man with Chris?"] Ah, the question on everyone's mind. Kubo-sensei didn't really offer any new information aside from what we'd already recently learned--that he's affiliated with the Swiss Skating Federation and was probably a former ice dancer; he also looks after Chris' cat while he's gone. He doesn't have a name, but she'd taken to thinking of him as "Masumi" based on his design's resemblance to the character of the same name in The Glass Mask:

Geez, she wasn’t kidding XD

She then asked everyone to be kind to "Masumetti" (a namesmush of Masumi and Giacometti).

["What figure skating move do you most want to try?"] Toyonaga wanted to do hydroblading (like JJ does), Suwabe liked the jumps and wanted to do a centuple (100 rotations) or maybe at least the quadruple axel that hadn't been achieved yet in competition. Uchiyama loved the spins.

The event closed out with some announcements--there's a YOI-themed lecture on figure skating to help fans get into the sport to be held March 3 (I'm gonna try to go, but I'm betting it'll be difficult to get tickets!), the April 29th talk event with the full cast and then some (which is where I'm thinking a Season 2 announcement will come). They were also selling the two DVDs out so far plus the soundtrack at the theaters, and it was here that the unaired tracks came up. Kubo-sensei was EXTREMELY suggestive about "Welcome to the Madness", the song meant to be used for Yurio's Exhibition piece. She repeatedly needled the audience in a teasing manner with, "Everyone wants to see Yurio's exhibition piece, right? Everyone wants to see it yeah?" This tells me that we will definitely get to see it, as it wasn't delivered in a sympathetic way like "oh wouldn't it be nice..." but in a teasing, taunting way that would only be said if there was inherent promise in it, so get excited to see that somewhere soon!

For the marathon event itself, well that was just amazing, what can I say? It's an indescribable experience, being in a huge room of VERY excited and enthusiastic fans like that. Everyone was cheering and applauding and offering endearing color commentary as well. In episode 2, for instance, when Yuuri scrambles away from Victor and Victor asks innocently, "Why are you running away?" one girl piped up with, "REMEMBER THE BANQUET!!" and everyone burst out laughing XD

It looked like perhaps up to episodes 5 or 6 had used the DVD/BR remastered versions, as many points had been fixed as on the DVDs. Yuuri's "JARAN" on his jacket seen in episode 5, for example, had been fixed to read JAPAN and been replaced with a new serif font. The later episodes, though, did not seem to have been changed, as the font was not consistent in later episodes, and other changes (like changing Yuuri's ugly necktie from sky blue to stripes with shades of light blue) were not reflected in later episodes. We also got to see the endings of episodes 5, 9, and 10 without the credits marring the beautiful scenes, so that was really great!

And speaking of the credits, we only saw the OP and ED once; the OP was played for the very first episode, and the ED was played after episode 7; other than that, the episodes blended seamlessly together.

On that episode 7 note, I thought my heart was gonna burst with happiness when the entire theater shrieked with cheers and applause and cries of "congratulations!" when Victor jumped into Yuuri to kiss him. The same happened when Phichit announced that his friends had gotten married--everyone was just totally into the moment, and it really left you with this weird feeling of comaraderie even though you were surrounded by strangers. Each and every person was so invested in this relationship, so happy, so moved. I felt really emotionally drained by the end, coming down from that high.

These bursts of applause were also repeated throughout the series whenever skaters landed their jumps cleanly, as if we were actually watching them in real time, in real life. It was just so nice??

tl;dr - 1000% would absolutely do that again. I've never done a marathon with a huge theater of fans before, for various reasons, and I'm so glad I had such a great experience my first time. I cannot recommend it highly enough if you have the chance yourself to take part in such a thing!

#yuri on ice #report

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lazuliblade · 7 years

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Hi, love your post about the YOI fandom history! I disagree about the part saying the exhibition duet being based on Ice Dancing rather than Pairs though -- while the routine is probably a mishmash of both, it seems closer to Pairs rather than Ice Dance. 2 very important distinctions: "In ice dancing, dancers must always skate to music with a definite beat or rhythm" and "jumps are disallowed". Pairs is also closer in style to singles, rather than Ice Dance that is closer to ballroom dancing.

No. It’s Ice Dance.

I’ve touched on this briefly in past posts, and I’ve explained it enough to be sick of the repetition, so I’ll just do a full post here and be done with it.

Yuuri starts the EX program doing the Singles version of Stammi Vicino (Victor’s “Aria” program from the prior season) which is why we see jumps. However, when Victor comes onto the ice, the routine switches to Ice Dance choreography weaved between the existing step sequence/choreo sequence of Aria. Literally the arguments you used are what make this EX an Ice Dance routine instead of Pairs. For reference, here’s the referee&judges handbook, and the technical panel handbook. Let me write out the basic distinctions:

1. There are no throws, jumps, or death spirals in ice dance (these are Illegal Elements/Movements. Technical Panel handbook pg98).

2. The point of contact for lifts must be held no higher than the head of the one lifting (technical panel handbook pg98) – although you’ll notice most ice dance lifters holding the point of contact at or below shoulder-height.

3. Partners must skate either in hold or, if separation is required for the element, as close to each other as possible with no more than 2 arms length apart. (referee&judges handbook pg 2 for SD; pg 9 for FD) Even in the No Touch Step Sequence, partners should skate no more than 2 arms length apart (technical handbook pg 83).

4. The definite rhythm applies more strictly to competition programs - specifically the Short Dance where the dance patterns (European waltz, foxtrot, paso doble, midnight blues, hip hop, etc.) are assigned and rotated every year.

You can check out this season’s requirements here. Of the 24 main rhythms and any additional rhythms, the two for this season’s SD are Blues (skater’s choice for which Blues type they want, but some Midnight Blues steps must be used), AND Hip Hop or Swing.

For the Free Dance, the dance has more leeway - while the song needs to have a beat of some sort (i.e. you can’t dance to the sound of wind), there is no restriction on tempo (beats per minute), or the type of rhythm used. Instead, the FD consists of a balance of required elements such as twizzles, the number of dance lifts (short and combination lifts), the style of step sequences (straight and curved), and the types of choreographic elements allowed.

Furthermore, EX have even less restrictions (check out these EX: Tessa&Scott 1, Meryl&Charlie 2, Shibutani Sibs 3). Note that just because the rules are less restrictive for exhibition skates, doesn’t mean they add higher lifts, throws, or jumps in the name of freedom – this is because it takes training to be able to do different elements like those.

Pairs may be closer to Singles because it has jumps and is less dance-like, but that doesn’t have anything to do with deciding an individual skater’s EX. Yuuri is known for step sequences and dance styles - Ice Dance would be just as fitting for him with his dance background. It’s also very notable that an ice dance was chosen instead of a Pairs routine, because Yuuri and Victor had their first significant connection via ballroom dancing at the Sochi GPF banquet (paso doble). Seeing the series end with a dance on ice is very poetic.

If that isn’t enough, here’s the link to the Ice Dance routine that was used as reference for the Duet choreography: Tessa Virtue & Scott Moir 2016 GPF FD. If you have trouble with Dailymotion, here’s the one YouTube video that wasn’t muted or pitched to avoid copyrighting (the commentary here can be a bit distracting, though.) And here are side-by-side comparison gifs.

In fact, Ice Dance influences YOI in one more area: Hiramatsu (the character designer who adapted Kubo-sensei’s initial drawings) mentioned that he references ice dance routines for the cover illustrations of the DVD/BD boxes.

Pairs certainly is the more well-known of the partners skating disciplines, but that doesn’t mean it’s used all the time, and it’s lamentable that this notoriety allows Ice Dance to be dismissed. We shouldn’t be so set on the idea of “Pairs” that we assume it is performed unless proven otherwise.

#yuri on ice #yoi meta #informational post #figure skating #ice dance #ask response #anon ask #yoi #yuri!!! on ICE #Anonymous

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nomanonold · 7 years

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#Chihoko

I woke up still sort of hungover to this BLAST of texts from my collaborator friend telling me about HO-LY-SHIT everything that had happened in the fandom over night. But mostly, Sin wanted to write the story, because once you hear it, you HAVE to write it, right?

So here you go: our take on #Chihoko

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10762548

Or read here:

No one ever accused Yurio of being a patient, understanding friend, but this morning, no one could blame him for his outrage.

The two men he looked up to most in the world, he was literally looking up to right now, as the fucking idiots sat naked on the roof of a castle yelling at the sunrise. Since when did the youngest guy in the room end up being the only responsible one?

Since they all started drinking last night, the bastards.

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They left Ice Castle in a fit of boisterous ego. Every single one of them knew this was going to be the best production they’d ever done. Or, at least, the very most fun. There was so much fanservice and silliness, things they’d never get away with in real competition. It was professional athletes fooling around and seeing what they could really do with their bodies without ISU judgement. The triplets kept a steady slow drip of “accidental” sneak previews feeding the public into a hyper frenzy.

The event was already sold out. Every room in Yu-Topia booked. People were staying in cities two hours away and taking the train back and forth to Hasetsu just for the “Victor and Friends” ice skating exhibition extravaganza.

The hardest part was getting Yakov to agree to let the entire Russian Team come to Japan for this. After that, Phichit, Minami, and Chris were easy to bring on board. And once he had them, it was no problem for Victor to get Seung Gil, Leo, Guang-Hong, Mickey and Sara. Because the entire city was booked, everyone was bunking with Victor, Yuuri and Yuri at Yu-Topia, but quarters were already tight, which necessitated an unfortunate amount of room sharing. In the morning, many bodies were strewn on the floor of Victor’s room, being the largest of the three. Somehow, Yurio managed to keep all the potential bed-sharers out of his closet-turned-bedroom, but he slid the door open in the early morning, thinking he’d get a head start on his preparation, to see chaos.

No one was fully clothed. There were about a dozen people in Victor’s room, on his bed, on his floor, everywhere. Yurio was immediately disgusted by this display. He didn’t even know a few of these people. Everyone was asleep. They needed to be at Ice Castle in a few hours. What the fuck was going on?

Finally, Yuri spotted Yuuri: or what was left of him.

“Katsudon! What the hell hap--..?” but he couldn’t finish his thought.

Yuuri looked worse than the entire room put together. He was ass-up at the foot of Victor’s bed, face a passed-out heap on one of his folded arms. The other arm was splayed at a hard angle. He was drooling and snoring. His back was covered in sharpie marker.

To top it all off, he had a pair of too-small bikini-style men’s underwear on his head, spraying his hair into a million odd angles through the leg holes. Black, of course, and undoubtedly Victor’s.

Speaking of which.

Yuri narrowed his eyes, taking a closer look at the scrambled assortment of human flesh.

“Yuuri!” Yuri woke his rival up the best way he knew how: kicking Yuuri over onto his side and then repeatedly punching Yuuri with his foot.

“Where did you put Victor?!” Yuri exclaimed. For all the bodies in the room, none of them were the star of the upcoming show.

That was a problem.

Yuuri finally woke up, moaning, and blinked at Yuri for all of two seconds before he was leaning off the edge of the bed, grabbing the upturned waste basket by his desk, and hurling into it.

That was the last straw.

Yuri yelled at the entire room to wake up.

“Victor’s not here?” Yuuri finally managed, blinking through the pounding of his head, groaning. He was somewhere between drunk and hungover and didn’t know which was worse.

Everyone else was making similar noises, complaining and bitching and getting groggily to their feet.

“Where the fuck is Victor?!” Yuri repeated. Normally, it took a steel spatula to pry Victor off of Yuuri, and yet now, on the morning of his big event, he was nowhere to be seen? Something was off.

People started looking at their phones, trying to see if they’d heard from Victor, received a text, or if Victor was somewhere Instagramming his heart out as was his routine in the early morning.

No one had heard a peep.

“Maybe YOU did something to him, Yurio!” Georgi accused, in the beginning of a panic.

“What the FUCK would I do to Victor?!”

“You have always wanted to be Russia’s only star, get out from under Victor’s shadow,” Mila declared, her suspicion teetering between legitimate and playful. How the hell had Mila wound up in this room? The girls were supposed to take Yuuri’s room.

“Like I need any help with that, Baba!” Yuri growled.

“Look,” Mickey said, holding up a scribbled napkin that had fallen out of the waste bin when Yuuri grabbed it for other purposes. On the napkin were various poorly-scripted show names: YURI ON DARKNESS, YURI ON GALAXY, YURI ON TIGER, ME VS THE WORLD. “You even want your own show!”

“HEY!” Yurio glowered, disguising his embarrassment as anger. “Those -- That’s --- HALF OF THOSE WERE OTABEK’S IDEAS!”

Sometime during this conversation Chris - who was nowhere to be seen - had tweeted:

“Victor! Where are you?!” with winking smiles, and now everyone’s phones were blowing up. Chris had just informed the rabid, sold-out crowds that Victor was missing.

Minako burst into the room of mostly-still-asleep half-naked men: “Yuko just called! What the hell happened last night!? Where’s Victor????”

That outburst got everyone awake for real, and people who didn’t stand up fast enough for Minako’s tastes got kicked in the ribs or butt.

“Yuri-kun! What is that on your back?!” Minami squealed, pointing with one hand and clutching his gasping mouth with the other.

Minako spun her protege around. “It’s in Russian! It must be from Victor!”

She promptly shoved Yuuri into Yurio. “READ IT! WHAT DOES IT SAY?!?!”

Yurio was suddenly in too-close proximity to Yuuri’s, sweaty, alcohol-smelling, naked flesh. He growled and struggled, but the group overpowered him.

“Please, Yurio?” Yuuri finally begged, bending over and trying to do a ‘flat back’ style yoga pose to ease Yurio’s reading of the text. “We need to know where Victor is. We can’t do ‘Victor and Friends’ without Victor.”

“You know, we could always --” Georgi started, Mila beside him, but Yuri wasn’t one to be shown up.

Yuri looked away, shrugged off his captors and growled: “It says Victor will beat Chihoko. Or… overcome Chihoko.”

Almost simultaneously, nearly everyone in the group uttered some variant of: “Who the fuck is Chihoko?”

Yurio stomped towards his room. “How the heck should I know! IDIOTS! I hate all of you!” and did his best to slam the sliding door before throwing himself onto his bed with a pillow over his head so he couldn’t hear the madness outside. He did his part to help in the search by texting Victor.

The fuck have you gone?

“Oh no. This is terrible,” Yuuri clutched his forehead in the other room and tried to stand, failing, and slumping back against the bed.

Seung Gil looked nervously around the room and was happy the Victor disappearance overshadowed his own… actions… last night. He tried to further deflect attention from himself by announcing:

“Katsuki Yuuri, one thing needs to be said before we go on.”

Yuuri looked up at him with the saddest, most beaten down eyes, hoping for comfort from a younger, kinder friend.

“Put some clothes on!”

This entire time, in front of Minako Sensei and everyone else, including, OH GOD BAKA MINAMI KUN, Katsuki Yuri had been balls and dick hanging out for all the world to see.

Yuuri immediately grabbed the trashcan and threw up again.

“Okay, okay,” Phichit decided to try and save the day. “Everyone’s seen a drunk morning after movie, right?” There was bleary, non-committal nodding in response. “Well, we have to retrace our steps, look for clues! Everyone empty your pockets and try to remember what happened last night!”

“We ate katsudon for dinner.” Georgi pulled out his receipt from downstairs.

“Oh yeah,” Mickey continued to build his case against the Russian Fairy. “Victor said ‘Here’s your katsudon, kitten’ and then Yurio got pissed.”

Mila laughed and mocked with her best Yurio voice: “I am the ICE TIGER!”

Leo shuddered. “That was when things started to get… gross…”

Guang Hong looked at his phone and found a video of Chris. He hit play.

The Swiss star lounged salaciously in the middle of a Victor and Yuuri sandwich. He leaned into Yuuri, purring: “Do you want to... drink my… sake?” The tone made it clear he was talking about anything but sake.

Yuuri feigned pushing him away, leaning Chris into Victor. “It’s OUR sake, Chris.” He corrected. “It belongs to Yu-Topia.”

Leo and Guang Hong could be heard near the phone: “Ugh. Adults are gross.”

The video kept playing to prove the youngsters right. Chris snorted at the pair and turned his weighty gaze on them. “If we’re so adult for you, why don’t you go to your mums, get a nice suckle of milk, and go sleep in your cribs, hmm?” The words alone were bad, but Chris accented them with a slow swirl of his finger around his nipple and a squeeze of his pectoral.

The video ended.

Minako was flush and excused herself to go look for Chris and Victor since they both had to be out in the town somewhere.

“THAT’S IT!” Yurio burst from his bedroom. “Yuuri was jealous of Victor flirting with Chris all night and hid him away!” He pointed a finger of judgment at Yuuri as the Japanese skater pathetically tried to hop into a pair of pants. Phichit, bless his soul, was acting as a human railing for Yuuri to hold on to to stay balanced as he dressed.

“It looked more like Chris was flirting with Yuuri,” Leo offered.

“They were all pretty into each other,” Georgi sighed, enamoured by the love his friends shared. “I don’t think either Victor or Yuuri would be jealous of Chris.” Yuuri buried his face in his hands.

“Oh! Look at this video!” Mila chirped.

A far more sober video began to play, it must have been from much earlier than the Chris milking incident.

Victor and Yuuri were drinking, but slowly, and the video panned to everyone around the room enjoying themselves, fully clothed.

Victor jumped up behind Yuuri and grabbed him around the waist.

“Yuuuuri my cuuuteee piiggyyy!” His fingers began to squeeze Yuuri’s pooch over his shirt. “Your off season soft tummy is sooo squishy!” Then his hands got up under Yuuri’s shirt and exposed his tummy. “I squish it!”

Yuuri squirmed a bit adorably and whined: “Victor!! Everyone’s watching!”

This did absolutely nothing to disincentivize Victor.

“What the heck, Mila?!” Yuuri groaned as the video actually zoomed in on Victor’s hand smooshing a warm circle over Yuuri’s bare and adorably pudgy stomach.

“Poodgy poofy woofy!” Victor laughed and jiggled the flesh.

Mila covered a spit-take style laugh with her hand as the video stopped playing.

“Maybe Katsudon got jealous that everyone saw Victor being cute with him and wanted to keep him to himself!” Yurio tried to shout, but it was drowned out by the combined cacophony of everyone laughing at the video.

“No. This clue doesn’t help.” Phichit scratched his chin and did his best detective voice. “Anything else anyone remembers?”

“Oh! I’ve got one!” Leo cheered. “Oh! This is a good one! I bet this is it!”

The newest video showed Victor flirting with Chris this time. Yuuri had lost an article of clothing or two, but still had his pants on.

“Victor! Stop looking at Chris and look at meeeeeee!”

Victor’s position in the onsen made it possible for him to be facing both Yuuri and Chris at once.

“Yuuri, I AM looking at you!”

“You’re not looking enough.”

Snickering could be heard in the background as drunk-video Yuuri put on a pouty face and reached for Victor. Once he had Victor in his clutches, Yuuri’s Sochi banquet begging voice was suddenly all anyone could hear in the room. At full volume, Katsuki Yuuri wailed:

“Victor! Do it with me!”

Minami-Kun, hearing this from the recording, dropped his phone with a loud thud. His body when rigid and he didn’t even try to retrieve the device.

“Do what?” came the silver tongued reply in the video.

“That thing we do… when we drink… do that… do it with me…”

Yurio covered his ears and his growls were crescendoed to a roar of insolent rage. He knew this was all Yuuri’s fault! No one listened to him!

The video ended.

“That’s right!” Phichit laughed. “You guys came back in here and started playing Yakyuken! Oh, Yuuri-kun, you lost… BAD. You were naked in like ten minutes.”

“KATSUKI SHIT YUURI!” Yurio erupted.

Yuuri had buried his face in the pillow by this point, curled up into a ball and commenced a long, aching, moan. No had had the courage to tell him that Victor’s underwear was still on his head. Finally he admitted in a whine of pain: “It’s true… I want to disappear…”

Georgi raised a delicate finger. “I saw Victor when he left last night! He was naked when he left! And he kept saying something.” His steepled his fingers against his temples as he paced, wracking his brain. “Chin… hoko…?”

Minami went more crimson than he already was. “Uh, is had to be something else, right Georgi? He couldn’t have been repetitively saying…” he blanched, “penises, could he?”

Mila guffawed. “That sounds about right for drunk Victor!”

Yurio screamed. “Chihoko, you ass!” at Georgi. “The same thing that’s written on Yuuri’s stupid sweaty, stinking back!”

“OH!” Phichit suddenly exclaimed. “Chihoko!!!” He’d tagged that on one of his IG pics the previous night: Yuuri and Victor, waist up, though Victor had one of Yuuri’s ankles in his hands and was compressing the Japanese skater into an impressive stretch. “Look!”

“I… I have a video from then…” Minami whispered in horror. His cheeks were bright red, and he couldn’t bring himself to press play. He held out his phone in one hand, the other covering his eyes.

It looked like Minami had been trying to take a video of Yuri and Leo balancing cards, but in the background, sure enough, were Victor and Yuuri, half out of frame but their voices clear:

“Who…. is Chihoko!?” Victor gasped in alarm, dropping Yuuri’s leg. Yuuri twisted around and wrapped his arms around Victor’s neck, slurring:

“Are youuuu maaaaaadddddd,” Yuuri teased, his butt shaking in the video as he pushed Victor back.

“No!” Victor tried to scoff.

“Yess youuu arrrreeeee!”

The pair’s words escalated, but the video cut off abruptly as Yuri and Leo’s card tower fell down.

“My Victor and Yuuri got a divorce!” Phichit shrieked in horror.

Yuuri made another deathly noise from his pillow.

#Chihoko was on several people’s phones, with the question trending online “Who is Chihoko?!” The skaters were all asking one another the same question, now.

That was when Emil walked in, blinked at the sight of everyone, shook his head like clearing a nightmare, and asked: “Why is Victor naked on top of the castle?”

Even Yurio was stunned silent.

“What?” Yuuri finally had to ask.

“Victor… he’s… er….” Emil nodded the way he’d came. “He’s naked. Stretching. On the castle roof.”

“Oh, god.”

Yuuri made a move for the door, and it wasn’t until he was almost out of Yu-Topia that Emil called: “Take that underwear off your head!”

Yuuri would never forgive Phichit for this.

By the time Yuuri reached the castle, panting, out of breath, and quite certain he was still drunk, the sky was light enough that sunrise was imminent.

One story above him, the love of his life was up there stretched into a pose that mimicked one of the nearby statues. It was an impressive sight, cock and all. Before Yuuri could even open his mouth, Victor was shouting:

“IS THIS BETTER THAN CHIHOKO!?”

Yuuri blinked.

“WHO THE HELL IS CHIHOKO!” He held out his hands in exasperation towards his love: “I COULD SEARCH THE WHOLE WORLD; THERE’S NOBODY BETTER THAN YOU!”

And he saw and heard the little shriek of joy this caused in Victor.

By this time, the others had arrived, only a few stragglers still coming up the hill. Chris had run into Emil on the other man’s way to Yu-Topia and had been standing below Victor trying to talk him down for more than thirty minutes. Phichit greeted Chris with a chipper grin:

“Have you been babysitting him this whole time? You missed all the fun this morning.”

Chris smiled and flashed his phone, revealing a photo of Seung Gil laying kisses on a stunned Nishigori: “Oh, Phichit, the day is only just beginning.”

Victor caught everyone’s attention when he hailed from above: “Yuuuuuri! Strip and join mee!!!”

Chris and Phichit laughed, like Victor had made a funny joke, but Yuuri stared pure-hearted determination up at Victor and promptly started removing his shirt and pants all over again.

“Ahhhhh! Yuuri! Amazing!” Victor swooned when Yuuri finally caught up to him, walking carefully along the rooftop. “Am I shining, Yuuri?!”

“Very, very brightly,” Yuuri agreed, the first rays of the sun catching on Victor’s pale skin and making him glow.

“THIS CHIHOKO MAY BE YUURI’S PAST,” Victor called down to the assembled skate group, who had absolutely no idea how to deal with this situation, “BUT I AM YUURI’S NOW!”

Yuuri nuzzled into Victor’s naked body and bare skin.

“Oh good, everyone!” Phichit enthused. “My best friend got remarried!!!”

There was a round of clapping from the assembled skaters as Victor and Yuuri took their seats on the roof, arms hugging waists, watching the sunrise.

“I’M BETTER THAN CHIHOKO!” Victor cried out happily.

“HE’S BETTER THAN THE SUN!” Yuuri joined him, pointing at the half moon of burning light.

“I’M BETTER THAN THE WORLD!!!”

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“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Yuri growled from the ground.

This was why he shouldn’t let those two around alcohol.

It was officially confirmed for their fans and all of their friends. Victor and Yuuri were a couple of drunk exhibitionists. Next time they called Yurio to be part of their show, he would tell them to fuck off. Fuck right off. There was no way he was getting sucked into this again. The disgusting public affection. The raunchy nudity. The uncontrollable theatrics. Up early enough to see the fucking sunrise!

Yuri huffed, surrounded by his skating family, after one of the most ridiculous nights of his life, and couldn’t entirely hide the way his lip quirked up as he looked at that horizon.

#yoi #yuri on ice #chihoko #victuuri #phichit chulanont #Yuri Plisetsky #ao3 #fanfic

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deepwithinmybonesfic · 7 years

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Deep Within My Bones Ch 18- Scarlet

Yuuri watched as Viktor left the competitor’s room, through the kiss and cry and waited for his cue to glide onto the ice. Yakov was still his coach, but had been largely absent that morning, spending his time with Yurio instead.

“It’s pretty ballsy for him to show up after disappearing for almost a year.”

“Word is he bribed the judges to let some nobody compete with him.”

Yuuri’s mind snapped from worrying about Viktor to the chatter that picked up once he had left the room.

“So he spent the last year coaching? What a waste of talent.”

“Are you kidding me? He should have stayed out and let someone else at the gold. His glory days are over.”

Something boiled deep inside Yuuri--- whether it was anger or nerves, he couldn’t tell any longer. He had spent so long feeling sick and tired that it had just become background noise. He stood up, marching to the doors that led to the kiss and cry. He slid past and under a camera man until he was at the gate where Viktor would skate up to after finishing his routine. Yakov was sitting on the bench, holding a familiar looking furry tissue box case in his lap, his expression somber.

The performance was flawless. Viktor hit every jump and spin with a perfection only the God of Figure Skating could reach.

Viktor, caught up in the performance and the adrenaline was out of breath as he stepped onto the ice. Yakov had his ice guards, but Yuuri wobbled past him. Black feathery fluff fell from Viktor’s costume as Yuuri grabbed a fistful of it and pulled him down into a fervent kiss.

“Yuuri! Save the Eros for the ice!” Viktor cooed, unaware of the flush that reached his cheeks, as if transferred from Yuuri. He couldn’t say he didn’t like this side of Yuuri, however surprising it was.

“Good luck, my zvesda.” Viktor gave a quick kiss, taking his blade guards from Yakov. It was Yuuri’s turn to take to the ice.

Viktor seemed to glow as he walked with his coach to the bench on the kiss and cry. He had no idea what his score would be—he had been thinking of the next performance, Yuuri’s. He had five gold medals and years of competitions behind him. This year, it was about completing the dream of the drunk beauty that had poured his dreams out on a dark night in Sochi.

“Mr. Nikiforov, you’ve been seen with Special Olympics skater Yuuri Katsuki, who has joined you at the Cup of China. What is he to you? “

It was not the first time the media had asked him about his private life. Usually it had been for the magazines, or if he was stupid enough to be seen with someone the night of the Olympics.

Somehow, this time, it was hard. He couldn’t brush it away with a bright smile and concomitant wave of his hand. They were asking about Yuuri. His Yuuri.

But what was he? They slept together, in the holy and the unholy sense. But they had never gone on a date or celebrated an anniversary. The word boyfriend never came up in conversation. They just had the pet names, and he was finally Vitenka… but what other title was there? Lover felt to shallow, like Yuuri was part of the group of one-night stands and dead end streets. Boyfriend was too casual, but fiancée wasn’t official. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to commit to a lifetime with Yuuri… It was the opposite. They merely lived, wordlessly, as if their time together would never end.

“Yuuri….. is..” Viktor could tell that the media was waiting for an answer. Even Yakov was getting irritated. “The love of my life.” Viktor said, before escaping his head and smiling dreamily for the camera.

He let Yakov comment on the score, after he did the obligatory smile about placing high enough for another guaranteed Gold. He hugged his coach, before leaving the camera behind and focusing on the ice, and his everything that was stepping onto it.

The instant the cameras were back on the ice, Viktor ran to the kiss and cry. He could tell Yuuri’s shoulder had a weight to them that made him wilt slightly, and he prayed that the judges did not know him as well as Viktor did. His heart beat faster as Yuuri’s arms rose, and he turned his eyes to Viktor, licking his lips,

If Yuuri didn’t take the podium, he would riot.

Viktor watched every jump and step and breath Yuuri took on the ice. Yuuri slid off the ice and into Viktor’s arms, immediately heavy and tired. He smiled, out of breath to the point of wheezing. Viktor held Yuuri up and walked with him to the Kiss and Cry, secretly enjoying the cameras on them.

The same reporter was back, with the camera trained on the pair.

“Yuuri Katsuki, you’re new to the scene. Who is all-star Viktor Nikiforov to you?”

Yuuri smiled. “The most important person in the world.” He said it without hesitation, still breathy, sweat running down the side of his face. Viktor’s heart swelled, and he turned and kiss Yuuri back. He deserved everything he gave, returned ten-fold, after all. Yuuri laughed, embarrassed, but didn’t bat him away, only squeezing his eyes close. “Vitenkaa.” He said shyly. God, would he ever be able to return what Yuuri made him feel? He stared lovingly at Yuuri, almost forgetting that the score would be reported. He watched Yuuri squint at the far display, hugging the makkachin tissuecase close to him. He had seen it countless times before, but it didn’t lessen his love for it, and everything about him.

It took a few seconds for it to register. It sounded like a good score, until the commentator went on to put the placement.

Fourth.

It placed him fourth, just behind Phichit, who had skated first. Viktor’s dream of standing beside the love of his life on the podium was shattered by a mere two numbers.

And it angered him.

Yuuri’s polite smile disappeared when he turned his eye to Viktor. “What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching up to brush Viktor’s hair out his face without a second thought.

“I’m sorry…” Yuuri’s voice fell at Viktor’s expression, and his gaze dropped. “It wasn’t good enough…”

“Oh Yuuri…” Viktor instantly regretting letting go of himself. “Never, never. I was.. am.. I’m angry, Yuuri. You deserved to take the podium.” He reached for Yuuri, pulling him closer into a hug. “The score is pointless.”

“Not in front of the cameras.” Yuuri whispered into Viktor’s arm. He tried to pull Viktor up, but couldn’t move freely enough to swing himself up. Viktor ended up moving them both off the bench, the next competitor already forgotten.

“Viktor, you need to let it go. I’m happy.” Yuuri prodded him again, but Viktor couldn’t wipe the displeasure from his face. The rest of the skaters had not failed spectacularly, despite the evil eye and curses he had wished upon them. Yuuri held onto fourth, but did not climb any hire like Viktor prayed for. Cristophe took Silver Phichit and Phichit bronze, and Viktor couldn’t bear to wish ill will on his and Yuuri’s best friends.

“We still get to skate together.” Yuuri had done this nonstop throughout the competition, his own anxiety bubbling up. But Viktor couldn’t brush it away. Yuuri had taken the podium before, and he should have done it that day.

“Vitenka.” Yuuri said seriously, and he couldn’t ignore that. He turned to Yuuri, and looked into his eyes, now back behind his oversized glasses. “You need to focus. We’re skating together soon.”

Shame burned at the back of his throat. Here he was, stewing like a little baby, and making Yuuri worry about him, when the day before Yuuri barely dragged himself out of bed.

“I’m sorry, my Yuuri.” He said, but the bitterness didn’t fade from him. It burned his throat, boiled in his stomach and flowed through him like blood. This was not he had spent nights dreaming of and days pulling strings and favors and making promises. This was not the fairytale he dreamed off. It had faded, tarnishing at the edges, the corners peeling away.

“Then stop. I don’t want to remember the day I’ve been dreaming of for years as you pouting.” Yuuri’s words stung, no matter how softly he had said them.

“I’m so--.” Yuuri pressed a cold finger to his lips. “I know. I’m not mad.” He said, taking Viktor’s hand in his. They had changed into their exhibition skating costumes, their palms covered in matching black gloves. His designer had been happy to make another version of the costume for his favorite season, for some reason. He sent pictures of Yuuri, and his measurements, and the blue and purple set came back four months later. Perfect.

“Let’s go.” Yuuri said, hearing the cue that Viktor missed, his mind slipping back into the emotion that still had a twisted grip around his stomach. The staff knew of their plan, but the audience had no idea who would be joining Viktor on the ice. He met his cue on time, even though it had only been practiced for a week and a half. He spun slowly, arcing his arm toward the spot he knew Yuuri would sweep toward him. Violet light flooded over them and turned the ice into some otherworldly place. Yuuri was perfect, his glasses gone, his eyes were trained on Viktor’s, warm and full of love and determination. Fuck the scores, fuck the federation, this was all that mattered anymore. He could only hear the blades carve the ice and his heart beat, as they turned together, his hands meeting Yuuri’s body as they started into the first lift.

Viktor’s eyes met with one of the judges, and they didn’t leave, the anger and bitterness he hadn’t been able to fully push back bubbling up to the service. He turned again, keeping his eyes on the judge, before moving to the next step.

His arm missed the air and hit something hard. He swung around on his skates, his heart somewhere between his toes. “Yuuri!” Any bitterness crystallized into regret. Yuuri blinked away the tears that sprung to his eyes as blood dribbled down his nose. He smiled at him and laughed even as the tears spilled over his cheeks from the pain. He swept his hand across Viktor’s face, cupping it tenderly, and moved into the spot where he knew they had the tandem step sequence.

He wanted to quit. Stop the show, turn off the lights and the music and cradle Yuuri until he breathed the apologies Viktor had for him. Apologies for pouting so long, for pouting on the ice, and letting his old self get in the way and distract him. Letting his old self hurt Yuuri.

The violet light turned the blood spattered on the ice into a macabre black, and Yuuri’s step sequence drew it out into spider-like lines. Yuuri pulled him through, until they finally struck the finishing pose, Yuuri’s heart pounding enough for Viktor to feel it through his back.

“Yuuri!” He didn’t hold the pose long enough for the normal lights to return, spinning him around and catching him. Yuuri squeezed his eyes shut, dizzy, his mouth and chin covered in scarlet. The crystals glued onto his costume lost their luster under the blood that dribbled onto the front of his shirt.

It was too much.

“Oh Yuuri, I’m so sorry, I should have never..”

“Viktor, please.”

Viktor’s throat nearly closed. “Please what?”

“I’m going to ruin yours too.” He wiped off a droplet of blood just above Viktor’s own chest. “I need a tissue.” He leaned far enough, that Viktor gave in, and went with Yuuri to the kiss and cry. Phichit was there already, with a tissue box and a handful of tissues. Yakov and his not-wife-not-ex showed up with a box of baby wipes and a mouthful of scolding as they scrubbed at their costumes. It irritated Viktor, but Yuuri merely took it, scrunching his nose and eyes shut as they scrubbed the dried blood from his cheeks. Phichit sat on the edge of the bench, his hand on the back of Yuuri’s neck, helping him lean over and forward into a second wad of tissues.

Viktor felt like throwing up.

He stayed by Yuuri’s side, until Yakov pulled him up for the medaling ceremony. The flowers didn’t seem as vibrant as the ones growing back in the Katsuki’s garden. The medal felt heavier than the many that had rested on his chest before.

It was the first time, even he, Viktor Nikiforov, the King of Faking it, could not muster a smile for the crowd.

#Yuri on ice #yuri on ice fanfic #Viktor x Yuri #victuuri #viktuuri #Viktor Nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #yoi #cw:blood

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jetsnacks · 7 years

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Cat in the night

WOAH LOOK! It's my first yuri on ice fic!! I wrote this a while ago and I figured I'll post it while I'm here :/ this is one of my weird aus that I have way too much fun with, specifically it's a crime au with art thief!yuri and accidental bodyguard!otabek. The first chapter is just yuri to set the stage a bit (although don't you worry, victor and yuuri have their own plot line planned ooooh shoot) (note! Yuri is probably a little older than cannon, because I don't see him being hired as a high level thief at 15. We probs get some flashbacks later, but atm he's somewhere between 19-23) Don't ask me why it got so mcfreaking long I don't know what happens when my fingers do the typey type. WARNINGS: I'm serious about these ones folks please check before reading Dismemberment, minor (unnamed) character death, swearing, neglectful parenting mention Chapter one: "Our top story tonight, folks, is about the painting "still life nom. 7", which was recently stolen from the new Caeveri exhibit after being unearthed in a collection after the owners death only two months ago. The police say they have reason to suspect political motives, considering the large amount of protest this collection had garnered. Some say that the original collected had no right to the paintings, while other say that the theft was an act of terrorism against art itself. The people who support this thief have taken to the media, painting them as an almost Robin Hood like figure, calling them the 'Cat thief', a nickname earned by the fact that the only other item missing from the museum was inexplicably, a plush tiger from the gift shop. More on this story as it develops, but one thing can be said, this thief clearly knew what they were doing." Yuri Plisetsky had fucked up. It wasn't the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. That thought didn't stop his hands from shaking as he flipped off the tv, rolling over to lie on his side in the small hotel room bed. It hadn't been that bad of a heist, to start with. The security was laughably unprepared. He climbed in through a skylight with ease, letting his legs dangle over the edge as he triple checked the cameras blind spots. One focused on the entry, one on the main desk, and one each on the entries to the exhibits. Fortunately, there was more that one way to get what he wanted. Yuri held on to the ledge with all his might, pushing up with his knees until the ceiling panel next to the sky light shifted, revealing a crawl space, just big enough for him and his gear, as long as he had packed light. Since he wasn't an idiot, he was more than prepared for that. He made his way carefully though the crawlspace towards the exhibit hall he wanted, putting his weight on the beams, rather than the flimsy tiles as much as possible. Every few feet he retied a safety wire that ran from the harness on his chest to the closest beam. It was slow going, but better than breaking his head on the marble floor should he shift his weight wrong and fall through the ceiling. At the very least, this way he had a chance to escape if he blew it. Yuri gritted his teeth at the thought. /Good thing I don't make mistakes/ he thought fiercely to himself, stopping at the 63rd tile, just as he planned, and checked his watch. He had 45 seconds till the next gap in the guard routine. If he didn't make it, he'd be waiting for another 2 minutes until the rotation went around again. That is, if the guards didn't change the route on him. Thankfully, the past three months of footage from this museum showed nothing but constancy. Yuri took a deep breath, tightening the knot on the still metal beam, praying it could take his relatively inconsequential weight. If it didn't... well. Yuri didn't want to think about it. He gritted his teeth. 20 seconds left till drop. All he had to do was lower himself down, unlock the case, unscrew the frame, stick the canvas in the poster case over his shoulder, and then confirm that fake was stored beneath the first canvas. The second canvas trick had been set up by a contact, which made him nervous. Yuri didn't like relying on other people to do their part during jobs. It was easier to work solo, knowing that the only person that could fuck it up was him. He felt the familiar, calm, almost numb feeling he always felt before a job wash over him as his watch ticked down, 8, 7, 6. Yuri closed his eyes, fingers at the edge of the ceiling tile, ready to pull. 4, 3, 2... 1. Yuri grabbed panel and tugged, swinging his legs through much like he had done earlier at the sky light. This time, however, he had to go down. The heart lurching sight of the ground far below gave him a rush of adrenaline as he painstakingly lowered himself to the ground via a pulley system of strong black climbing rope. He tried to listen over his pounding heart for the footsteps of the guards as he rushed over to kneel at a case up against a wall, covering a painting mounted there. It was almost second nature unlocking it, like his body knew what to do without thinking. The frame was always trickier. Yuri pulled a small silver screw driver out of his kit and undid the two bottom screws, carefully letting the first canvas fall to the bottom to reveal... nothing. Well, almost nothing. Rage and terror built in Yuri Plisetskys throat as he examined the small photo that had been taped there. It looked like a gloved hand holding something up by the hair. Was it... a head? Yuri swallowed hard, begging himself not to vomit. Heads where supposed to have bodies attached to them. At the bottom of the picture, the other gloved hand held what looked like a typed note. 'Try again.' Yuri didn't have much time before the next guard. He deftly rolled up the canvas, slipping it into the case. /Just... stick with as much of the plan as possible./ he thought to himself, doing his best to slow his breathing. He ripped the photo off the wall and stuck it in with is kit, trying not to look at it. He rescrewed the frame into place, and locked the case. In a near panic, he ascended the ropes, making far too much noise for his liking. He recognized the... head... in the picture as the man who had been assigned to place the fake. Whoever had killed him might still be waiting for Yuri to show. He could only hope he was meant to carry the vivid message to his higher ups, preferably alive. He crawled as fast as he could without dislodging ceiling tiles, tying his rope less frequently than he should. He would rather risk falling than moving to slow and being predictable. Whoever did this clearly knew the plan, but how much? At that thought, he took a different path, heading to the front doors. It was a big risk, but it would be too easy to have someone waiting at the skylight he used to enter. He did his best to count tiles until he was at the front desk, but ended up lowering himself into the gift shop, falling a few feet pretty un gracefully into a pile of something soft. /a... stuffed animal?/ Yuri shook his head, dashing for the door, gathering his rope in one hand as he went. It was only five blocks later that he realized he still clutched one of the small stuffed tigers that he'd fallen into. Now he lay in the hotel room, clutching it to his chest like a child with a favorite blanket, trying to keep tears out of his eyes. All he had been told was to steal the fucking thing. And he did. But in his rush to get out not empty handed, he'd forgotten to think that it might have been what they wanted. Someone clearly knew this would have some political affect. He didn't care about that. All he wanted to do was make enough cash for his grandfather to stay safe. His parents owed some people big time, but skipped town, dropping off the map. He had managed to convince the people they owed that he was a good enough investment. As long as he sent back enough money every month, his only family that mattered would be safe. He couldn't stay here, weeping like a child. He wiped his eyes, packing up the few things he had. Not much more that what he'd need for the job, backup supplies, and a change of clothes. He stared at the half empty bag, plush tiger in one hand. He was good as dead at this point. They'd link him to it eventually, what did it matter? Besides, he liked tigers. Yuri sighed, and packed the thing in his bag, leaving no trace of himself in the hotel room to the naked eye. Soon Yakov, his employer would be at the door, demanding to know what happened. If he could, he'd rather have that conversation on his terms, those being out of range of any direct harm, preferably over a throw away phone from a different city. The farther the better. Before he left, he rinsed out one of the tiny shampoo bottles, and folded up the picture, tucking it inside and setting the bottle upside down on the counter, but not before scribbling a note on the back 'what the FUCK'. Hopefully Yakov would notice the code before the maids did. To buy him more time, Yuri didn't check out. It didn't exactly look like he was carrying all his luggage, and the room wasn't under his name anyways. No one stopped him. His sneakers feet started hitting the pavement, lit only by the street lights. His pace started to grow, feet hitting faster and faster, heart racing like it did whenever he was starting again. He had done it a lot. He didn't know where he was going, but every cell in him screamed /As far as I can/

#jetwrites #yuri on ice fanfic #yoi #long post//#I'm so scared to tag things haha #cat in the night #caeveri? probs not a real dude. I made up the artist and the painting bc. ehhhhhh #I meant to do more research for it but I got caught up planning a heist for yuri and got carried away #writing viktor is gonna take actual research tho s h o o t

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wenttworth · 7 years

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set sometime between ep 4 and 5

It was when Yuuri wiped out spectacularly on a quad lutz attempt that Viktor finally sighed and said, “Let’s call it a day, Yuuri.”

Yuuri almost bristled and shouted back, but barely kept himself in check. Sure, he’d complained before and Viktor had taken it in his stride (except for that one time he’d put his head to one side with a cocky smirk and replied in Russian before skating away—that had been a long day) but he did try to keep what little temper he had in check. He wanted Viktor to stay as long as possible, and driving him away with petty complaints wouldn’t achieve that in the slightest.

“I’m fine,” he protested instead, picking himself up. Viktor skated to his side and pressed careful fingers to the side of his head.

“Does it hurt at all?”

It was pleasant, really, the warmth of his body so close to Yuuri’s, fingers in his hair. Yuuri hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt, especially when Viktor stared so deeply and unabashedly into his eyes that it was as if he was pulling out his every secret.

What is he doing here with me, was the first thought in his head as he cast his eyes down, and… honestly, admired the way his top clung to his abs. Shut up, he told the thought, then, isn’t that my top?

“No,” he sighed out, and lamented the loss when Viktor’s hand dropped from his hair and he pushed himself back. Was he being too obvious? Probably. Viktor didn’t instigate physical affection that often anymore. It was a pity; when he got past the initial shock it was nice. His family wasn’t particularly physically affectionate, and even the most stoic still became touch-starved.

“We’ll leave the jumps for today, then. Run through the step sequences for your free instead.”

Yuuri pressed his lips together before nodding, determination lacing his movements as he began. He heard the ‘hmmph’ with a strike of pride as he jumped the quad-double combination and shot Viktor a smirk that had Viktor biting back a smile.

They got into the habit of pair skating after the first time Yuuri landed a quad loop and Viktor excitedly skated over to him and gathered him up in his arms, skating a happy circle whilst Yuuri clung on and laughed. Yuuri kept his arms around Viktor’s neck even once he’d finally let him drop back to the rink and there was a light dusting of pink on Viktor’s cheeks that Yuuri would have done anything to kiss.

“That was beautiful, Yuuri,” he gushed, eyes bright and wide and startlingly blue. Yuuri bit his lip against the words that wanted to force themselves out of his throat.

You’re beautiful, he let himself think it instead, cupping Viktor’s cheek for a second. Viktor’s eyes flicked to his lips. Don’t push him away, came uninhibited, and rather than telling the voice to shut up, he obeyed, dropping his arms. Viktor’s smile turned a little sad, a little wistful.

The moment didn’t last, and instead he brightened up. “Have you ever tried pair skating?”

Yuuri shook his head. “Phichit and I tried some ice dancing but we didn’t want to risk injuring each other.”

“Do you trust me?” He took Yuuri’s hands and tugged him back gently.

Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat. He’d imagined it, when he’d been young and naïve and just a little infatuated with the man currently cradling his hands against his chest. He’d imagined dancing with him on the ice, on the ground, with Viktor or him leading, being able to hold him close enough to see the striations of colour in his eyes. But those had been the dreams of a teenager. He was an adult now.

“I trust you,” he replied, and let out an ungainly shriek when Viktor picked him up by his waist, scrabbling to balance himself by grabbing at his shoulders. “Viktor,” he complained, and Viktor laughed. “Is this going to become a habit? You didn’t even give me a warning this time.”

Viktor smiled innocently. “You said you trusted me.”

He let Yuuri slide down his body back to the ice, and took hold of his elbows to spin them round. Yuuri adjusted automatically when Viktor dipped him; he could feel the strength through his body and knew that he’d be able to lift him back up. His eyes lit up when Yuuri spun him out, keeping a tight hold of his hand to pull him back into the circle of his arms. They skated like that for a moment, Viktor’s back against Yuuri’s chest and Yuuri holding onto his waist, until Viktor turned to wrap his arms around Yuuri’s shoulders.

“We should dance more often,” he stated, watching Yuuri with a soft light in his eyes. He’d never been as expressive in interviews as he was with Yuuri daily. Maybe he wasn’t just saying it, maybe he did want to stay by Yuuri’s side.

Until he gets bored, he thought. Shut up, he growled in his head, although the thought rushed out of his head when Viktor drifted his hands down Yuuri’s chest, thumbs skimming just under his ribs before clasping at his waist.

“This is your warning!” he said cheerily, a split-second before lifting Yuuri again.

The split-second was just enough. His years of ballet and stint at pole dancing had given him a core to be proud of, so he pushed down the laugh that threatened to bubble out and make him lose his composure, and instead arched his back, lifting one hand and keeping the other on Viktor’s neck. Viktor held him up for a couple of seconds, before placing him down again.

Applause made Yuuri jump, a clattering reminder that there were people that existed beyond Viktor and him. Still, he smiled at Yuuko and laughed into his hand when Viktor gave her a bow with a flourish. “You look so good together,” she said, as three identical faces poked over the barrier.

“You should pair skate more!” Axel exclaimed. The other two nodded.

“Maybe for the Grand Prix final exhibition,” Lutz added.

“Skating fans would love it,” Loop said.

Viktor bounced on his skates. “We should,” he said to Yuuri, hands on his shoulders.

Yuuri tried not to wince. If it was at the GPF exhibition, it would be a farewell dance, right? Yuuri would be retiring and Viktor would go back to Russia, back to competing and capturing everyone’s heart with his skating. “Sure,” he said, forcing a smile even as his heart dropped somewhere below the ice.

The video the triplets posted that evening had comments on it that Yuuri didn’t want to think about, although they swam in front of his eyes every time he blinked. It was evenly divided between the people who gushed about how cute they were, and the ones who still wondered why Viktor Nikiforov was wasting time with a no-name Japanese skater. He scrolled through the comments with increasing agitation, until Viktor’s hands closed on his.

They were in Viktor’s room, Viktor reading, leant up against the headboard with his feet in Yuuri’s lap as he hunched over his phone. “Never read the comments, zolotse,” he said softly.

Yuuri knew that, but he still had a morbid fascination about what exactly was being said about him online.

“You don’t?” he asked. Viktor shook his head.

“I actually lose my confidence fairly quickly if negative things are being said about me.” Yuuri blinked at him. “I’m just good at faking it.”

Yuuri almost asked what exactly Viktor had that would make him lose confidence in himself, but realised just in time that it would probably be a callous thing to say. Especially when Viktor was opening up about himself. Instead, he turned his hand so he could lace their fingers together. He locked his phone and tossed it to one side. “It doesn’t matter what they think anyway,” he said, trying to convince himself.

“Will you sleep here tonight?”

It was the first time he’d asked in a while. Although Yuuri felt the almost itchy need to be alone, to puzzle through the comments and Viktor’s words with maybe only Makkachin for company, there was also a pleasant warmth building through from his core. He wanted to be beside Viktor.

“Okay,” he finally said.

Viktor didn’t respond, other than swinging his legs off Yuuri’s lap so Yuuri could set his phone on the floor beside the bed and get under the covers. They didn’t talk, but Viktor placed a hand on Yuuri’s upper arm, and he could feel his gaze on him even when he was asleep.

Yuuri watched with a sort of helpless admiration as Viktor stepped into the dining room in a tight top, one that showed each dip of his abs before frowning.

“That’s definitely my top, isn’t it?” he asked Makkachin, who was curled up on his lap until he saw Viktor. Yuuri stretched his legs out, willing the blood flow to return to his feet, keeping his eyes on Viktor where he placated a bouncing Makkachin with cooed, honeyed words in Russian. It was as if Viktor had been gone for weeks rather than a couple of hours.

Yuuri’s breath left him in a rush as he watched Viktor drop to his knees to rub Makkachin’s stomach as soon as he rolled over, the softness in his eyes reminding him simultaneously of the way he’d felt every time Vicchan had showered him with love, and the way Viktor would look at him. It was that moment, with Viktor baby-talking at Makkachin, crouching low to ruffle through his curls, that Yuuri definitively fell.

“Come on, Yuuri!” Viktor called out. The early afternoon light fell around him, and he smiled at Yuuri as if the entire world hadn’t just changed around him. “We’re going walkies on the beach,” he continued with a grin, and Makkachin yapped before scrabbling to his feet and placing his paws on Viktor’s thighs.

Yuuri closed his eyes before nodding, wondering how he’d be able to say goodbye to Viktor after it was over, and tried not to read too much into it when Viktor took his hand.

There wasn’t much in the way of choreography that went on when they pair skated. Yuuri figured it would come together at some point, but for the time being it was playing and messing about as a break from proper training. Yuuri had gotten back into pole dancing (when he was alone and far from Viktor—he was lucky that one of Minako’s studios had a pole and Viktor trusted him enough to leave him to it when at the studio) to build up his core again, and Viktor commented happily on his improvements, placing his hand on Yuuri’s abdomen as he complimented him, and backing away with a self-satisfied smile when Yuuri yelped.

Yuuri wasn’t blind. He knew what was going on between them, the push and pull, the coy glances and lingering touches, but he knew that the less he delved into his relationship with Viktor, the less it would hurt when they separated.

Or maybe it would hurt more, to not have dived in head-first and taken everything he could in the time he had. What had he to lose? He wasn’t a virgin, it wouldn’t be the first time he got hurt by someone, and he knew he wasn’t weak enough to pine over someone for years after they separated. It would hurt like hell for a few months, but he’d get over it.

“I’ve been thinking a bit about the choreography,” Viktor said as they skated around the rink, hands clasped together.

“Which?”

“For the pair skate.” He changed direction and Yuuri followed. “What would you say to skating my free skate for the exhibitions in the qualifiers, and we change it to a pair skate at the final as a surprise to the audience?”

He lit up like a child when he spoke about surprising the audience, and Yuuri’s heart ached a little. He lived for it, for the love he got from the public and the way they would gasp in wonder as he stole their hearts again and again.

“You wouldn’t mind? Me skating your programme, I mean.”

Viktor coaxed him into a lift, but slipped just as he lowered him, grabbing at Yuuri’s waist and cursing as he pulled them both onto the ice. Yuuri’s stomach lurched uncomfortably; it was always startling to fall backwards, but he could almost forget the pain as he landed when he fell against Viktor’s chest.

“Are you okay?” Yuuri asked, trying to spin round to look at him, but arms settled around his waist to halt him.

“I’m fine,” Viktor answered. “I’ve had worse falls than this.” His chin settled against Yuuri’s shoulder and he pulled back so that Yuuri was cradled by his arms and legs.

Viktor could probably feel just how much he was blushing. “I was going to talk to the woman who composed Stammi Vicino and ask her to write a different arrangement. A duet. She’s very quick so we could start the choreography before your regional competition.”

“A duet?”

“Something more… hopeful.”

Yuuri pretended that he imagined the lips pressed against his neck for the shortest second.

“Hopeful,” he echoed, as Viktor finally pulled them both to their feet. “I like the sound of that.”

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