cyrille victor

*Reads Виктор*
Me: Viktor
Inner me: Binktop

Yuri on Ice AU Where Everything is the same but

Yuuri was convinced Victor’s name was Binktop for a significant amount of time
(NOTE Victor= Виктор)

anonymous asked:

ADORE your fic <3 if you are looking for a request what anout a reverse AU where Victor is the one idolizing the legendary Japanese skater Yuri?

((honestly, how dare you kick my ass into gear for writing this, i’ve been thinking about this for days??? OTL,,, thank you so much!! ♥♥♥

ps: if anyone hasn’t seen this fricken amazing piece of art pls stare at it forever, im kind of still tearing up its so good??? ;A;

UPDATE DEC 27, 2016 - @narootos is too good for this world, im deceased, here’s more wonderful art for this au

UPDATE DEC 29, 2016 -  @macaroonsie also drew smth for this au!!! im wiping away my tears. goodbye world,,,))

UPDATE JAN 10, 2017 - there is now a blog for the reverse au! @yoireverse

✮reverse au fic tag on the blog! | ✮reverse au art tag!!

summary: Across the ocean, Yuuri Katsuki is about to make his senior debut at the Grand Prix, and there is not a soul alive who believes the young man is coming for less than gold and a new world record. He’d already broken the record at the Juniors last year, so now he has a reputation to maintain.

Victor is just enamored by his body, which is fluid and masterful. He wishes he had even an ounce of Katsuki’s bountiful grace. “I want to dance,” Victor murmurs, playing with the ends of his long, long hair. “I want to make music with my body, Yakov.”
word count: ~3.5k
rating: t
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anonymous asked:

Hey do you have any Victor or Yuuri or both headcanons bc it's been a rough night

I ALWAYS have hc’s! How about some with Saint Petersburg. 

  • The first month is a little weird as they fall into a rhythm. Victor is shockingly quiet at home, Yuuri realizes. Used to living by himself. It takes a while for them to find that middle of two people who lived on their own (The Inn was well…an Inn) but when they do it’s perfect. 

  • Victor sprawling on the couch so his feet can rest in Yuuri’s lap while reading. Occasionally breaking the silence to just say I love you because he looked up and saw THE Yuuri Katsuki on his couch. 

  • Yuuri plays with Makkachin a lot. He had missed having a poodle, and he spent the majority of their time on the floor with her rolling around, playing tug of war with her rope, and baby talking her while Victor stared love struck. 

  • Moving to SP was kind of hard on Makkachin since the warmth of Japan, and the people at the Inn spoiled her rotten. Victor even had to put her on a diet since she gained so much weight, and her begging became ridiculous. The moment the season ends, Yuuri comes home with a wiggling mess of curls. 
    “I’m sorry I didn’t ask first. I wanted it to be a surprise. Is she ok?” 
    And Victor in tears pressing her to the face so he can get kisses, “Of course. She’s perfect. We’re perfect. Makkachin! Come meet your baby sister!” 

  • The town loves their local power couple. At first Yuuri accepts his fate of being in Victor’s shadow a bit (It IS his home town) but then he’s getting tugged into photos too, receiving letters in cyrillic that Victor happily reads him, and one of the first things he learns to say in Russian is, “Thank you for your support!” 

  • They’re always dancing. Music, no music, with Makkachin, seductively, laughing. Never stop dancing.

  • The first time they have “alone time” Makkachin nearly broke down the door, and nearly nipped at Victor when he came near Yuuri. Yuuri thought it was the funniest thing ever. Victor wept. 

anonymous asked:


okay so i’m…not actually sure what the context of this ask is or if it was even meant for me! but in the absence of any other information i am choosing to take it as a fic prompt


Yuuri gets back from Madam Baranovskaya’s studio at five. He’s shifting the gym bag on his shoulder as he opens the door, which is why it takes him a minute to notice Victor.

Victor, who is sitting on the floor with a hamper overflowing with packages and a baby in his arms.

“Yuuri!” Victor says, managing to sound only faintly frazzled.

“Hi,” Yuuri says, dropping his bag and stepping out of his shoes. “Victor. Who is that?”

“This is Anna,” Victor says. “Oh, no.”

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