As one who has never read the books, but wants to know the canon, would you be able to point to the Petyr history chapters of his early life with the Tully's? Specifically the duel and his relationship with Cate and her sister?
Sure thing, anon.
You can listen to the man himself narrate the gist of his own backstory (here), and I also copy/pasted the relevant, more detailed, book parts behind the cut:
please reblog this if you’re pro-shaladin, or at least are not anti-shaladin. i need to know that there are more of us out there, shipping and multishipping and seeing shiro happy with his paladins. also i want more shaladin-positive blogs to follow.
There’s such a weird fixation in media about “firsts”. Beauty and the Beast boasting disney’s “first gay scene” is the one I’m thinking about in particular, and Power Rangers with the “first gay superhero”, and in both cases it’s a blink and you’ll miss it thing, something that maintains plausible deniability of queerness within the film itself, but establishing explicit queerness in everything outside the film. We know Lefou is gay because the interview told us he was in disney’s first gay scene.
And most of these discussions of firsts devolve into which first is first. Bill gets announced as the first gay companion on doctor who, and then follows the argument of whether Jack counts as companion, whether he was the first pansexual companion while Bill is the first gay companion, whether Amy or Clara was ever canonically bisexual and should that be a factoring in calculating firsts as well. (I remember a similar argument going on when Martha was announced as the first black companion, and people were like “but Mickey?” And there’s definitely commentary waiting about contentious Firsts and characters of color, but my white ass has nothing incisive to offer on that front except the hope we are kinder and better towards Bill than we were towards Martha.) And meanwhile, here is Bill, a black gay female companion, and while that fact has definitely not gotten lost, it is still very very cool and good that she is the companion even if she is not the Absolute First.
The language of Firsts is everywhere when you start looking for it, the idea that this show/movie/video game is doing something New Never Before Done Whoa Look At The Unprecedented Gay. And when this trend worries me, it’s because:
1) it gives off a strong whiff of performative representation, where the representation isn’t as important as people knowing you’re doing it
1a) the corollary being that the emphasis on First First First makes me worried that creators are not interested in Second Third Fourth. That having had the First *spins wheel, throws dart* Lesbian Asian Marvel character (a guest star in three episodes of the Defenders, maybe fifteen minutes, every gif set celebrating her has the same three quotes because that’s all there is), they are now exempted from every having to write a Second Lesbian Asian Marvel character. Because they already did that. Didn’t you see the article in Entertainment Weekly? It was a very big deal.
2) the trend of press on the First Gay Thing tends to vastly outscale the actually gayness, which traps us in an endless loop of hype and disappointment (versus Dumbledoring where the gayness is revealed retroactively for a previously ambiguous character or relationship, and it’s a weird combination of vindication because you thought they might be gay, surprise because you didn’t expect them to be gay, and disappointment because why didn’t the work just say they were gay)
And this, even more than the rest of this post, is a personal grievance but 3) queer fandom has spent decades finding representation in subtext, in coding, in wishful thinking and disciplined literary analysis of the text. This whole First thing seems come with a subtext that every other character who had significant ambiguous relationships, was flamboyant or butch, was in anyway queercoded? Not queer. This here is the first gay thing, and we’re very brave for being the first to have done it. Gay characters must formally come out to count.
Putting aside explicitly queer characters (which exist! Which have a history that creators and fans are welcome to build upon instead of thinking they have to invent gay representation every time they launch a franchise), queer history and queer art has always entailed writing and reading in between the lines. Which requires there be lines. If the new trend is unwritten in text, out and proud in press, what does that offer? I’m happy that Explicitly Confirmed Queer is a thing that’s happening, I very much am, but if a gay child who has never read a think-piece cannot recognize themself in your Brave Unprecedented Gay Character because they didn’t read your interview with the av club, then what use is that character? What was the point? What have you actually contributed to us?
Hi there! As someone new to this fandom, I have to say your blog is the best thing ever! What would you recommend a good fic for someone who has never read any Victuuri fanfics before? I was hoping for something really sweet (maybe nsfw?), but still in character and not AU.
Hi! Thank you! Here are some of my favourite fics that I think would be perfect for someone who is new to the fandom!
New to YOI fanfiction? Start here!
The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten, Explicit, 20k One of my favourite hurt/comfort fics! Yuuri comes down with a nasty cold and Victor tries to take care of him the best that he can. Full of hilariously delusional Yuuri, caring Victor, and ALL THE FLUFF! So cute, definitely recommend!
Love Like You by LFMH021, Teen, 3.6k Little insight to retired and domestic Victuuri! Many small scenes from deciding who is going to do the dishes to grocery shopping. SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH! It’s the domestic fic you’re looking for!
stammi vicino by sunshinehide, Gen, 1k It’s moments like these where Yuuri realizes how lucky in love he is with Victor. SO fluffy and cute!
Jealous by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 4.4k The idea prickled in the back of Yuuri’s mind and he glanced sharply at Victor again. Was he…Could he be….? Well, there was only one way to find out. SO GOOD OMG
From The Moon by ButterBeerBitch, Mature, 4.8k Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri’s bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets.
#KissOrHug by Aurum, Gen, 2.2k Yuuri and Victor make #Victuri trend worldwide. Phichit accidentally makes it worse. This is is SO cute, it’s a must read!
Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui, Explicit, 3.7k In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH OMG
hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!
Praise Please by surveycorpsjean, Explicit, 5.2k Viktor is a good coach. Strict, talented. But Viktor is kind. He gives praise like a waterfall, overflowing and loud and it makes Yuuri drown. Fluff and smut. Cute!
of dusk and dawn and a love beyond by exile_wrath, Gen, 5.5k The King of Day, Victor, drops flowers to the Ruler of Night, Yuuri, to express his love for him; yet, they are always returned, as Yuuri thinks that they’re dropped by mistake. Day and Night AU!
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 147k (WIP) Rivals AU where Yuuri’s main goal, ever since he was a child, is to beat Victor and win the GPF. SO MUCH ANGST (like, so much) and deliciously hot, hot, hot! You might die from reading this… it’s that good. Thumbs up!
Amateur or Expert by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Teen, 1.9k AU where Yuuri is a ice skating instructor and Victor is thirsty for him and will do whatever it takes for Yuuri to get to know him. Even if that means pretending to not know how to skate at all, even though he’s a five-time world champion. VERY cute, lots of fluff, and Victor is hilarious in this. Love!
#baristalife by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.6k Coffee shop AU! Victor, proud owner of Muse café and roastery, goes searching for a local bakery to buy sweets for his store. When he does, he finds Yutopia, a quaint little place tucked away in a small part of town. The good news is, he quickly becomes business partners with the lead patissier, Yuuri. This is an amazing fic, must read!
Expomise by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 71k (WIP) YOI/Hogwarts crossover that is too pure for words. First year muggle-born Yuuri get paired up with the Victor Nikiforov in potions class. Filled with after school study sessions, magic, pining, and skating! LOVE!
all the world’s a stage by braveten, Explicit, 112k Actor AU where Victor is the the most famous actor in Hollywood and Yuuri is a silver medalist at this year’s GPF… and also has a huge crush on Victor. Yuuri auditions to become his skating coach for a movie with the help of Pitchit and cuteness ensues. Lots of fluff, some angst, and a little bit of smut. Amazing fic!
Dancing Daffodils by grayclouds, Mature, 33k (WIP) Greek God AU where Yuuri is the god of Eros who falls for Victor, a man secluded/banished from the rest of society. Very sweet, and the mix of Greek mythology and YOI works amazingly well. Definitely recommend!
Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 46k (WIP) Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. Mafia AU! I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!
On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 48k (WIP) Time travel AU where Yuuri and Victor are happy aged and married, but an accident occurs and suddenly Yuuri wakes up back in Detroit, in a time before he had even met Victor. Angst and pining ensues. Great fic!
ebony & ivory by wbtrashking (fan_nerd), Explicit, 20k OH MY GOD THIS FIC IS AMAZING. Yuuri, a pianist, moves into a new apartment complex to play with the ASO. Not long after he starts practicing, he starts getting requests from his mysterious upstairs neighbour. Musician AU!
According to one of the books the reason chekov became chief of security in the movies is because he was rejected from command school for being too immature but he still wanted to be in charge of people so he went to security school instead
“i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this” au
Kay, so I know you were thinking Andreil and them meeting under different names - or at least with Neil having different names. Don’t ask me why that lead me to think “spy au” when it really should have been a soulmate au. (Also don’t ask me about this spy au I have no idea what I was doing, I don’t even know if they’re actually spies or it’s just a mobster thing, I don’t *k n o w*)
There was something off about the whiskey in this city.
It didn’t seem to matter which pub he stepped into – any
local brew here in Bornholm had a certain… something in the taste of it.
Perhaps something to do with the cask the brew had been aged in… but he couldn’t
“What do you know of Danish whiskey?” Andrew asked, to
seemingly no one. The bartender, bored of cleaning glasses, tossed him a
curious glance and then scanned the room, seeing only distant guests chatting
quietly by the windows. She might have answered him if he had spoken in Dutch or
even English. But his question had been voiced in Russian and it was intended
for the man looming behind him in the shadows.
The bartender startled when the man sat down beside him.
Clearly, she hadn’t known he was there. Typical,
Andrew thought, for one of Riko’s Kingsmen.
“Very little, I’m afraid,” the man answered, somehow not
making any creaks or squeaks in the aged wooden bar stools. “I never grew the
taste nor the interest.” A small wave of his hand dismissed the bartender, who
had come over in anticipation of an order to break the monotony of her day.
Disappointed, she let them be.
“Not going to run?” The man asked, curious but not thrown
off-balance by the abrupt difference in their regular routine of international cat
and mouse. Such grace was probably expected when running in Riko’s inner
“You always seem to find me,” Andrew mused, swirling his
off-tasting whiskey in its tumbler. “How is that, exactly?”
“You are stupid enough to think Riko cannot find you.”
Andrew chuckled to himself. “Riko cannot find anything I don’t
want him to find.” He took a sip of his drink, then turned to his companion and
looked him up and down. Grey, non-descript clothes and a wool trench coat,
revealing nothing about his build, style, wealth, or loyalties (national or
otherwise). He was as inconspicuous as ever. “I meant why is it you who always comes? You’ve hardly been
effective at bringing me in.”
The man said nothing, did nothing, and Andrew almost
laughed. “Who is it who’s found me this time? Alex, Alfons, Sven? I’ve lost
track the number of aliases you’ve given to me to burn.”
“Call me Joseph.” Andrew scowled, pretending that barb didn’t
dig under his skin. It was a stinging reminder that he knew next to nothing of
the man Riko kept sending to pursue him – whereas Andrew’s life story was parceled
somewhere in a neat little file folder and Joseph had read it. Probably more
than once. “He won’t play this game much longer, you know. You’ll have to fight
“You’re running out of cities to hide in and Riko knows it.”
“Does he think he’s running me into a corner?” Andrew
finished off his whiskey, letting the burn of alcohol remind him to hold his
tongue as much as possible. For Aaron’s sake. “You know the fun thing about traps?
When they go off, it doesn’t make a difference who fell into them.”
“…You mean to turn Riko’s own plans against him?”
“I plan to let Riko orchestrate his own downfall and laugh
from Hell when he joins me there.”
Joseph fell silent, a hand brought to his chin as he
contemplated this new information. Andrew’s eye caught on the tattooed ‘4’ on
his cheek and he almost reached to itch at the ‘5’ mirrored on his own face.
Instead, he motioned for another drink, trying not to worry that he had
revealed too much. Let Joseph scurry back to the Raven King with this warning.
Let Riko be on his guard, let Riko grow suspicious and paranoid – whatever it
took to keep Moriyama eyes following the wrong twin.
Even if it made his skin crawl to be made prey again, made
his hair stand on end every time he felt eyes follow his movements behind his
Hell would be an eternal rest compared to this hunt.
Joseph’s ice blue eyes flickered back towards Andrew when the
bartender brought over his second drink. Smoothly, Joseph plucked the drink
from Andrew’s hand and took a quick sip of it himself. Setting it back he
merely said, “Tastes like wine.”
Andrew peered in the glass, as though he would be able to
see what Joseph meant by merely staring hard enough. Wine in whiskey…? After
his own sip, he began to debate whether he was curious enough to google about
Danish whiskey later on. He decided he wasn’t.
Joseph stood, again in such a way that no sound was made,
even though the chair was pushed back against the floor. “When he sends Drake,”
Andrew ignored the impulse to flinch, “you’ll know he’s done preparing.”
“Drake, huh?” Andrew drawled, remembering that the name
would mean nothing to Aaron. “Will that be another alias of yours?”
Joseph violently gripped the back of his chair. Andrew had
the crazy idea that Joseph would have preferred to seize Andrew’s own hair. Or
maybe his neck. “Drake will know you
when he sees you.” Carefully, Joseph leaned in close to Andrew’s ear and
whispered, “Like I did, Andrew.”
Now that was
Andrew took a minute to stare Joseph down, scrutinized his
every feature for recognition that must be there. Black hair, he thought, eyeing auburn waves. Merryhill Elementary. Sacramento, he remembered, memories of keeping
his distance from all the other students and watching one other boy do the
“Abram…” He didn’t say it so much as the name simply escaped
his mouth, running along his exhale the same way Abram had run all those years
ago, in the middle of October. Everyone had called him William back then, but
Andrew had noticed he never responded to it and had bullied him into telling
his real name. Andrew had never told anyone else and he had never actually
spoken the name aloud before now.
Not even six years after Merryhill, when he had spotted a
boy bearing a striking resemblance to Abram that he almost called out. They
were in Phoenix then, his foster family roaming some mall or other on the only
vacation Andrew had ever seen as a child. He might have said hello, just to
investigate, but the boy’s mother was yanking him away, scolding him for reckless
behaviour and calling him Casper.
His eyes were brown
then, Andrew thought, wary of the pale blue that barred Abram’s soul from him.
“You need the Queensguard,” Abram insisted, unshaken by
Andrew’s remembrance. “Let Kevin help you.”
Andrew scoffed, unconvinced. If Andrew had heard the rumours
of the Queensguard, an inner group rebellious to Riko’s Kingsmen, then Riko
already knew about it. “Kevin is the one who needs help.”
“Why do you think he kept sending me to find you?” Abram
finally relaxed his grip on the chair, seeming to relax now that their games
and deceptions were done with. How long had he been waiting for Andrew to
realize? Did he think he already had? “I told Kevin after the first mission
that you weren’t Aaron and it only made him want you worse.”
“Should I be flattered?”
“You are of invaluable worth to Kevin, much more so than
your brother is to Riko. Aaron is Riko’s grudge and his betrayer but you? You
could be Kevin’s answer.”
Andrew glared and pressed a knife to Abram’s thigh in one
quick move. “I am nobody’s answer.”
Abram pushed on, “Kevin’s Queensguard has all the pieces but
he’s no match for Riko as a mastermind. You? You’ve already outsmarted Riko a
dozen times over, toying with him on this wild goose chase. But Riko’s gonna
tire of playing the game by your rules and when he sends Drake for you and
discovers the truth, there will be nothing you can do to protect your brother.”
The knife dug two inches into flesh. Andrew wondered if he
expected Abram to react with more than a blink of surprise. As one of Riko’s
Kingsmen, Abram was probably used to knives, used to torture.
Aaron had been.
“You need bigger toys,” Abram insisted, backing away and off
of Andrew’s now-bloody knife. Abram, to his credit, only shifted his weight and
pulled his coat tighter, ensuring no bloodstain could be seen. “Come to Paris
eight days from now. Meet Kevin yourself and see if you can do better on your
And then, before Andrew said anything else, Abram laid some
Euros on the bar and left, no limp apparent to any eye less discerning than
Andrew’s. He wondered if he ought to demand more specific details on where
exactly in Paris he was supposed to meet Kevin but he decided not to worry.
If he was in the city when the time came, Abram would be
sure to find him.