chaoslindsay

yuri on ice fic recs

 these tend to be around or over 10k, are all complete, and mostly victuuri, because tbqh i haven’t read much else yet. maybe i’ll do another post when i’ve read other stuff. this list is ordered by word length.

Translations on Ice Series by Jenrose - 66k total (installments are complete, series is a wip), E, post-canon, victor/yuuri

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 first part is above all a great post-ep 12 coda feat. the guys talking about their feelings. I don’t want to spoil the next parts in the series, but there’s really great stuff with their respective skating programs and Yuuri wanting to surprise Victor on his birthday with a romantic gesture. The whole series doesn’t ignore real world political context and homophobia, without going full on into angst, and I really appreciated it.

Maelstrom by @feels-like-fire - 44k, E, canon divergence, victor/yuuri

Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes. 

The time loop trope has been used plenty of times in fandom, but it’s one of my favorites tropes, and this is a very enjoyable example.

House of Broken Bones by @ineptshieldmaid- 23k, E, post-canon, chris/victor/yuuri, victor/yuuri, chris/his bf

‘I think,’ Yuri says, still watching Chris like Chris is a puzzle he’s trying to solve, ‘that you had a good thing with Théo. If you know he doesn’t need you, and his partner doesn’t either, and they still want you around? They still want to care for you? That’s… that’s love, Chris.’

This fic is emotionally intense - it deals with recovery, unhealthy coping, complex relationships and having hurt a loved one and how to deal with it, and imo it does it really well.  I didn’t find it too heavy tho - it’s also really uplifting and it’s also a great poly and kink fic. It feels real. And the progression of the relationship between Chris, Victor and Yuuri was really enjoyable.

Stargazer by @fahye - 23k, T, AU, victor/yuuri

“No, see, we’ve all been trained a certain way. The training system is traditional; it’s centuries old. Nobody taught you. You ballist like it’s got nothing to do with war at all.” A sleepy, extraordinary smile crawls over Victor’s face. “Nobody else does it like that. That’s why we’re going to win.”

This AU has the same premise as the anime - Victor becomes Yuuri’s coach - but IN SPACE (which is a sure-fire way to get my attention). And the sport isn’t ice skating : the author made up a whole new sport ! I found it super cool. A solid, enjoyable AU with neat world-building, and the fic even has gorgeous illustrations.

Five times Sara Crispino tried to get a boyfriend, and one time she didn’t by @sqbr - 16k, T, canon, mila/sara, background emil/michele

Alternate Title: “That One Grand Prix Final Where Sara Crispino Thought Her Life Was Fake Dating Het But It Was Actually Friends To Lovers Femslash”

The summary tells it all, and it’s glorious.

tu étais formidable, j’étais fort minable by neomeruru / @chaoslindsay - 15k, E, post-canon, chris/victor/yuuri

Chris visits Victor and Yuuri at their home in Saint Petersburg. It’s been a long time coming.

…and there’s a lot of sex. I don’t know why I like these 3 together so much but I do.

You can have everything… by @shysweetthing - 13k, T, canon divergence, victor/yuuri,

Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor’s phone. He returns it–and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.

This one really made me laugh.

Victor Effing Nikiforov by @shysweetthing - 13k, E, canon divergence, victor/yuuri

AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.

Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.

Poor Yuuri is so confused and I was very amused. There are a couple of interesting headcanons for Victor’s backstory and the whole romance is just as sweet as canon.

no small thing by sublime_jumbles - 10k, G, post-canon, victor/yuuri

Yuuri wants that old feeling back, that sense of peace with his body. He misses that fondness, the way that being chubby felt comfortable, reliable, in a way that being thin never has. Thin is precarious, and it always gives way to softness in the end.

Chubby!Yuuri ! This was sweet and full of body positivity, but it also deals with the complex relationship between weight and self image.

who can sing both high & low by @infiniteandsmall - 9k, G, post-canon, otabek/yurio, background victor/yuuri

i like the in-betweens/i like the time it takes to get somewhere

aka the story of yuri figuring out gender, saying i love you, being an adult, and next season’s short program, featuring two cities, one town, lots of airports, three dads, and one grandpa

(Transfeminine!Yuri)

I’ve seen a few fics where Yuri is nb/trans but this one is my favorite. Yuri’s internal voice (and dialogue) is hilarious and IC, his exploration of gender was lovely and all the relationships were great.

Memories You Bury Or Live By  by Ren - 7k, G, AU (fusion), ensemble feat. otabek/yurio and victor/yuuri

A Pacific Rim fusion. I didn’t know that this was still a thing, but I’m really glad it is.

america goals by @magneticwave - 4k, G, pre-canon, gen - phitchit & yuuri

Friendship means never having to say you’re sorry that the lighting in that Instagram made them look sallow. All of the bulbs in Walmart are fluorescent, so, really: what can you do.

Great friendship fic, hilarious outsider pov on the US.

anonymous asked:

I first sent this to some1 who doesn't like kidfic, so now I'm here. I had a dream about the party coming upon a dying tal-vashoth woman who'd just had a baby and everyone being like "Well, Dorian and Bull can raise it," and Bull is like "????!" but DORIAN is "Yes, give me the baby. Who's my little star, it's you! Biggest baby Pavus in generations, aren't you? Why are you looking at me like that, Bull, make yourself useful and wind this fabric around so my hands are free and the baby is secure."

HELLO ANON YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE, i should just change my blog title to “kidfic <3″ because i think i could probably read and/or write kidfic every day for the rest of my life and be content with my lot in life. this is who i am. it’s who i want to be.

i tend to write bull as liking kids more than dorian but i’m starting to love the opposite (ty for starting me down this road, chaoslindsay), and boy howdy let me tell you i absolutely love this idea. (WHAT A GOOD DREAM BTW.) here are some thoughts i had because i have a lot of feelings okay:

A qunari child would be so outside of Dorian’s childhood expectations for himself, and the demands placed on him by his parents and society, that it’d be easy for him to look at the child and not think immediately of a future where this child would be groomed and molded into the perfect heir, as they tried to do with him. So it’d help to eliminate some of his own unreasonable compunctions, and he’d just be frigging delighted 24/7 with this tiny creature who fits in his arms. A qunari that fits in his arms, who’d have ever thought, whose horns haven’t even started growing in.

And Dorian – who hasn’t maliciously thought of Bull as a beast in years, who hasn’t said the words even jokingly in months – still finds himself struck with what he was taught about the Qunari, what he still thinks when a new Vashoth joins the Inquisition. And now, every time the child opens his wide dark eyes and blinks lazily up at Dorian, every time he seems surprised by his own hands waving in front of his face, every time he laughs and squawks and hiccups after he’s done crying… Dorian thinks he can do better, for this child. He will. 

He rocks the child in his arms late at night and whispers against the tight curls springing out of the sweet crown of his head, coaxes him to sleep for papa, darling, that’s a good boy.

..

Vivienne is not particularly fond of the mess and chaos that accompanies a child, but she finds Dorian the information he needs, reaches out to her contacts in Rivain for anything on the rearing of qunari children. Sera and Varric are delighted by the child, Sera playing peekaboo with him for what seems to Dorian hours, Varric self-editing his own novels into naptime fare, until the babe yawns and slips under. It takes some time for Dorian to accept what he can’t help but think is charity – until Vivienne tells him one evening over a glass of excellent wine that friendship is not charity, Dorian. Do not think yourself above or undeserving one of the chief tenets of a relationship. And oh, it is a help, because Bull is…

Bull is supportive, and does as Dorian asks him to do. But Bull seems to be all thumbs when it comes to the child. He holds him in stiff arms, glancing down at him with brief looks, never lingering, like he’s checking that the child is still there but doesn’t want to dwell on it either.

..

Every time Bull looks at the kid, he thinks of the potential children he has who are still under the Qun, who maybe inherited his penchant for caring too much, for going too far, and what happened to them when he went Tal-Vashoth. There’ll be records, people tasked with watching them, if that first pregnancy took then that kid should be old enough to have been in their role for a while. What’d he bring down onto them? His tama didn’t deserve it, she did her best with him; but what about the kids who got whatever desirable traits the tamassrans wanted to breed for – and then the shitty stuff too? It’s not their fault, but it’s on their heads now, whatever insubordination they were born with.

It’s… unsettling then, to be handed this kid with the expectation that he’s not gonna fuck him up.

..

“What’s his name?” Bull asks quietly, arms still stiff but hand gentle under the child’s head.

Dorian breathes out loudly, half tired laugh, and crosses his arms – and then promptly uncrosses them, concerned the pose makes him look as frustrated as he feels. “Every name I know is Tevinter. I’m not sure that’s appropriate.” Which is true, but also a ploy to force Bull to make some sort of decision – Dorian’s been combating the fear that Bull’s not wanted this since they first agreed to take care of the child, that Bull said yes because it was the right thing to do, because Dorian wanted it, because Bull still stumbles over wanting things for himself…

“Kid needs a name,” Bull says, and he caresses the kid’s temple, the little bump that’ll one day sprout into a horn. “Okay if we call him Felix?”

Dorian can’t speak past the lump in his throat. He tries, an unflattering creak making its way out his mouth, and then he’s nodding, unable to look away from the tenderness in Bull’s touch.

ficlet: under the table

@chaoslindsay prompted on twitter: under the table handjobs. nsfw (surprise), 2000 words. Nebulous modern AU.

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An hour to closing. Faces blur in the shifting lights, washed out with tiredness and alcohol, giddy. And there’s Dorian, laughing, dragged through the crowd by Sera; no drinks in evidence.

“It’s a fucking bear-pit over there,” she says, slipping her phone back into her pocket after a quick glance, a disappointed face smoothed over fast. “Maybe Dorian’s good with getting eaten up, but some of us aren’t into big hairy men. Drinks at my place after instead, right?”

“What,” the Bull says, “not going to get laid?”

Sera sighs heavily. “Just not the same. Adaar’s lot were here last time. Nothing else measures up. Get it? ‘Cause, like: woof.”

Shokrakar is indeed a fine figure of a woman. The Bull knows her, from before. Good to know she’s doing alright, though he wouldn’t have said so a few years ago.

“Nothing to do with Dagna, then,” Dorian says. “You’re not mooning and checking for texts ten times a minute.”

“I’ll moon you, you arse,” Sera says, and is half way up onto the table ready to make good when the Dorian yanks her down again, catches her unsteadily and turns his forward motion into an elegant dip, like he meant it.

“You, my friend, are inebriated,” Dorian says.

“Psht,” Sera says. “Takes one to know one. How come you can still say your fancy words.”

“I’m not nearly drunk enough to lose those,” Dorian says, as though he ever does. He has been drinking lightly, though. “Come on, get up. You aren’t particularly light.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sera says. “Lighter than your boyfriend. Bet you let him sleep on top of you.”

He does. Had, the few times they’ve actually passed out together. Loves the Bull’s weight over him.

“Sera,” Dorian says. “Go and dance, would you? Kiss someone inappropriately. Have fun.”

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INDEX OF ZINE ARTISTS!

It’s over, but you don’t have to stop seeing cool art by these cool people! Here’s the official list of all the artists who worked on the BROOKLYN Zine– go check them out!!

Lindsay (chaoslindsay)
Clare (jukebox-head)
Tea-Binge Studio / Marcelle (scribbleymark) & Anika (peacocksdance)
Sam (superhumandisasters)
Jess (stonelions)
Kate (illustratedkate)
Nur (choowy)
Gene (noogenesis)
Mo (cuddlingthecthulhu)
Sushu (potofsoup)
Holli (nonasuch)
Wensleydale (wensleydale)
Isabel (ithusi)
Audrey (nordreys)
Betsy (ink-demon)
Amanda (humourlesspoppycock)
Leo (leoniebunchdesigns)
Kendra (kendrawcandraw)
Jeremia (jeremiagoeswoah)
Marcela (dueliste)
Carol (datura-riot)
Llewellyn (caffeinetooth)
B-Rex (theopteryx)
Jes (caffeinated-zombie)
Karaii (karaii)
Lacey (dial-p-for-placey)
Mikey (speedduck)
Cherri (fluffyduckgardens)
Quinn (quinndunham)
Katie (d-d-dean)
Beverly (trimcoast)
Christine (dionysusmonster)
Mica (micaceous-art)
Kat (ocicatsy)
Tam (mistersusans)
Aimee (brofisting)
Lindsay (ofdonut)
Sonia (sonialiao)
Sae (picapicae)