“Oh, my poor Yuuri. That looks awful!” Victor frets, running a gentle finger over Yuuri’s swollen cheek, before pressing an ice pack to the irritated skin. “What happened, love?”
Yuuri flinches away from the cold touch, his cheeks going a bit red. “I fell,” he says quietly, refusing to make eye contact.
Behind him, Yuri starts snickering. Victor whips around to stare at him, his eyebrows raised. “And just what is so funny about my fiancé’s injury?”
Yuri waves him off. “It’s not that he’s hurt. It’s how he got hurt that’s amusing.”
“What does that mean?” Victor asks, puzzled.
“He’s just laughing at me because I fell while skating and I’m supposed to be graceful!” Yuuri says desperately, his entire face turning bright pink. He shoots Yuri a pleading look.
If he was hoping for mercy, he’s disappointed; Yuri just grins wider. “Sorry katsudon, I can either be disgusted by this or laugh at you.” He turns to Victor. “Your precious fiancé fell because he got distracted by your ass.”
There’s a moment of shocked silence; Yuuri wonders if it’s possible to sink through the floor through the power of sheer embarrassment.
“I seriously hate people who try to skating moves from Yuri On Ice. I was so close to reenacting Yuzuru Hanyu’s accident back in 2014 because some inexperienced fangirl tried to do a 4S. I was lucky to catch myself before running into her but if I hadn’t, I would’ve had to sit out of my very first competition with a concussion”
Hi! What about an all nauseous/dizzy Viktor with a concussion? Please xx
WARNING: descriptions of vomit below the cut
“Viktor, sit down,” Yuuri ordered firmly, but his voice was quiet. The older man was wincing and had a hand to his head, which he had just slammed - hard - on the ice, but he was still trying to stand on shaking legs.
“I’m okay, Yuuri, don’t worry, I-“ Viktor sucked in a pained gasp and stuck his arms out to his sides for balance as he swayed dizzily. He was still on the ice, and there was no doubt that he would have fallen had Yuuri not been there to catch him and gently lower him to the ground. Still, Viktor frowned. “I’m alright,” he insisted, even as the world tilted sickeningly before his eyes.
“No, you’re not.” Yuuri gave Viktor’s shoulder a squeeze, both for reassurance, and to ensure that the injured skater wouldn’t try standing up again. Yuuri pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance, but Viktor stopped him with a lethal combination of techniques including a hand on his arm, puppy dog eyes, and a desperate verbal plea.
“Yuuri, darling, please. I don’t like hospitals, and it’s probably nothing.”
Yuuri frowned, hesitant, but somewhat relieved that Viktor seemed slightly more stable now than he had moments ago.
“Please. Let’s just go home. The ice is cold.”
It was so like Viktor to offer a compromise in this situation. As reluctant as Yuuri was to use the word compromise anywhere near related to Viktor’s health, he didn’t like the idea of forcing his fiancé to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, and at least this way he would be able to easily keep an eye on Viktor. He nodded, and offered Viktor his hand, which the older man grasped with a smile.
As soon as he stood, however, his smile became a grimace. and any coloring in his already-pale face fled it immediately. Yuuri’s heart leapt in his chest, fearing that Viktor might pass out, so he stepped closer.
number 19 victuuri ?? maybe a injury or the illness hurts one of them a lot ?
19-sad kiss. Also I’m totally using this to write a fic idea that I had the other day, sorry not sorry. This is set after regionals.
Yuuri had seemed fine after hitting the wall during his free skate. He’d been a little dazed and wobbly on his feet during the awards ceremony, but Victor had chalked it up to relief and exhaustion, not to mention the adrenaline crash after performing. Really, he had been too torn between pride and annoyance at his wayward student to notice the way that Yuuri kept swallowing convulsively and pressing a hand to his forehead as if his head hurt.
In his defense, Yuuri had chosen not to say anything about it until they were almost halfway back to Hasetsu. “Victor?” he asked hesitantly, pressing a hand to his mouth for a second as his face paled a little. “Could we possibly stop and pull over?”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Victor promises, not taking his eyes off of the road as he navigates a particularly difficult patch of traffic. When he’s able to, he glances over at Yuuri, and frowns. “Are you feeling alright? You look a bit pale.”
“I’m okay,” Yuuri mumbles. “Just a bit-” The rest of his sentence is cut off by a wet burp. Yuuri clamps a hand over his mouth as his face goes a pale shade of green.
Cursing under his breath, Victor delicately navigates through the mess of other cars until he’s able to stop on the side of the highway. Yuuri stumbles out of the car as soon as it stops, one hand wrapped around his stomach and the other still clamped firmly over his mouth. He barely makes it two steps from the car before he doubles over with a harsh retch. Vomit spatters the pavement.
“Oh, my poor Yuuri,” Victor coos sympathetically. He walks over to Yuuri’s side and starts rubbing his back gently, not at all put off by the puddle of puke. Gently, he reaches a hand up and sweeps Yuuri’s bangs out of his face-both to check for a temperature and keep them out of harm’s way. In the process, his hand brushes Yuuri’s forehead. He startles, withdrawing his hand when Yuuri moans in protest at the gentle touch.
“My head hurts,” Yuuri slurs, his words punctuated by a painful belch. “It hurts, Victor,” he croaks again, tears forming in his eyes.
Victor slowly pieces together what must of happened, and his heart breaks for Yuuri, who must be in so much pain right now. “I’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, pressing a sad kiss to Yuuri’s shoulder as he continues to rub his back in soothing circles. Yuuri doesn’t flinch away, too busy throwing up everything that he’s eaten in the past 24 hours. “We’ll stay here as long as you need to, and then I’ll try to get you home as soon as possible, okay?” Yuuri just nods miserably.
- youre a pro figure skater and im taking my child/nephew/cousin for a fun session and youre just finishing up as i arrive and dear lord you’re hot
- im literally like bambi on the ice and youre the lovely stranger who skates over and holds my hand for the entire thing
- i bashed into you and sent you flying oh my god im so sorry can i buy you a hot chocolate to make up for it
- you just took a really hard fall are you okay
- i have a deathly fear of getting my fingers sliced off by a skate and i slipped and now im having a panic attack on the rink and youre calming me down
It had been a while now since Yuri Plisetsky had considered the word “impossible”. To call a task impossible implied that it could not be done, and Yurio had long since decided that his passion for skating would crumble that word, tossing its dust onto the ice he skated on. Ever since he was a young boy, it was all he could do to keep going, to make people astonished, to make himself proud.
But that had changed. As the beeping grew somehow louder in the otherwise silent room and the smell of sterilizers filled his nose, Yurio couldn’t find the will to open his eyes again. So he let his mind wander instead.
He’d finally added the word “impossible” back into his vocabulary.
It had been impossible to think he could drive Otabek’s motorcycle alone. Impossible for that to have been a decent decision, he knew that. But it wasn’t supposed to have cost him his arm.
Could you make yurio hurt himself after he lands a jump and is crying so much to the point of being sick? Please!
I realize that this doesn’t exactly fit the prompt, but I like how it turned out. Enjoy!
The fall comes out of nowhere: one minute, Yuri is taking off for his quad lutz, confident and steady; the next, he’s panicking when he can’t quite find the landing. The ice seems to come up in slow motion as Yuri desperately tries to salvage the jump and land on his feet. The effort fails and Yuri crashes heavily, his head and his hands taking the brunt of the fall; a wet snap from his arm drags a scream from his throat.
For a moment Yuri just lays there, too stunned to move. Everything hurts and he can’t think past pain. Curling in on himself, he attempts to breathe through it. His breath is coming in sharp, painful gasps, and there’s a ringing in his ears as the pain grows from a dull, generalized ache to a sharp, more localized throbbing in his head and arm.
The sensory overload is making his stomach churn. He hears someone calling his name, but it sounds muffled and distant, like it’s coming from far away. Someone is screaming in the background, and Yuri wishes that they would stop; the noise is hurting his head.
Belatedly, he realizes that he should probably respond to whoever is yelling at him. His vision is blurry, but he attempts to sit up anyway. The motion only makes his nausea worse, and he wraps the arm that doesn’t hurt over his stomach.
“Yuri, are you alright?” It’s Mila’s voice. Yuri opens his mouth to answer her, but ends up lurching forward over the ice with a gag instead. The painful overstimulation is too much to handle. The hand on his shoulder moves to his back and rubs in soothing circles as Yuri trembles and heaves, spitting up his breakfast all over the pristine white ice.
The vomit burns his already raw throat, and Yuri feels hot tears trickling down his cheeks as he dry heaves miserably. Each heave jars his arm and makes his head hurt even worse. When the queasiness finally abates a little, Yuri collapses back against Mila. Even with his hazy vision, he can see the worry on her face.
“It looks like you broke your arm,” she says with a frown, one of her hands stroking through his hair. “And you probably have a concussion. How are feeling?”
Yuri would make a sarcastic remark if he had the energy, but all that comes out of his mouth is a strangled whimper. Mila hugs him closer, not caring about the vomit crusted on his chin. “We’re going to get you taken care of, okay?” she says reassuringly. Yuri gives a tiny nod and snuggles closer, shutting his eyes against the barrage of pain. “I’ll stay with you the whole time,” Mila promises.
Even before he developed the ice powers he was quite fond of
He always loved ice cream, he could eat tons of it. He
always needed to check if it wasn’t contaminated with ectoplasm, but it was
standard procedure with everything that was ever put in the refrigerator.
Obviously after the Accident it stopped being a problem. He even began to look
for the contaminated ones, the ectoplasm helped him heal and was a great source
Then there was the snow, and everything he could do with it.
He loved to watch it fall from the sky in the light of the street lamps, he
loved watching children plying snow fights, he loved each and every thing,
snowmen, igloos, ice skating…
And by extension, he loved winter. The month when his ghost
sense stopped being a problem, when he could wear long sleeves without anyone
questioning him, he finally wasn’t feeling like he was burning alive…
Christmas were in winter, but it was a small price to pay
for three months of snow. At least the holidays gave him a chance to spend some
more time outside while his parents were arguing.
He loved ice. He loved space. But the most he loved ice in
So I made the mistake of joining the YOI fandom recently. Don’t get me wrong! I loved the show! It’s inspiring, the characters are great, and the absence of heteronormativity in an anime is refreshing.
But the tags on Tumblr have got me pulling my hair out. Mainly over people drama queening about Yuri and Otabek possibly being the next Victor and Yuuri.
I don’t see why people are making a fuss over Yuri’s age when this age trope is in anime all of the time??? Usagi and Mamoru from Sailor Moon, Amu and Ikuto from Shugo Chara, Hatsuharu and Rin from Fruits Basket, Inuyasha and Kagome from InuYasha(it’s okay though, Inu has the appearance of a 15 year old 😒🙄😩). I’m sure the list goes on.
Why don’t I see people bitching in their tags though? Is it because half of them are iconic anime couples? Is it because they are canon? Is it because we assume they aren’t sexually active or whatever? Is it because they are straight? I don’t want to assume that people feel this way, but come on. If middle school student Sailor Moon can be in a relationship with a college student, I don’t see why Yuri can’t be in a platonic-to-romantic relationship with Otabek.
I legit want to know why people aren’t bitching about every canon, heterosexual anime couple with a similar age difference. If someone can give me an actual reason that has nothing to do with American laws(because American laws don’t dictate the entire world), then please. Let me know.
If not, I would like to remind everyone that if you don’t like something, then please, don’t look at the tag. I see people spamming the same shit on multiple posts and I just don’t get it. If you don’t want to see it, then blacklist it so you don’t have to. People are going to ship what they want to and they won’t change their mind because you are shouting your unwanted opinion at everyone. It’s just an anime. Relax, blacklist, move on.