HI @iwritebetterthanispeak!!! Thanks for the cute prompt eyyyyy. This turned a bit long (~2k) so I’m going to have to put a bunch of it under a Read More but I hope you like it! <3

So far, Victor’s trip to Japan has taught him a great deal about failure. It’s a very new experience, and it’s left a mark in more ways than one. Even as it hurts, he finds himself thrilling at the challenge. He’d come here looking for a change in his patterns, and he’s gotten his wish.

He also came here for Yuuri, and that’s part of this whole failure problem.

Once he’d gotten past the first sting of rejection, he was happy to pick up the gauntlet Yuuri threw him and accept that getting his new student to open up was going to test him more than expected.

He can still see Yuuri in his mind, flushed with champagne and clinging to Victor’s shoulders. He’d expected this adventure to come easily. Yuuri had begged him to come, after all.

And yet, here he is, sleeping alone. Twice already he’s tried to ask Yuuri out, only to be dismissed both times.

After a third attempt ends in another failure, he winds up half-sprawled across the bar at Minako’s, watching the foam pop and settle in his beer.

“Minako-sensei,” he sighs. “Why won’t Yuuri ever come out with me?”

Minako stops wiping the bar top around him and hovers, staring down straight into his eyes. “Well, how have you been asking?”

Yuuuuuri,” Victor slurs in a parody of his own voice. “Come out and have a drink with me tonight!”

Minako puts her hand over her face and shakes her head down at him. “Victor, that’s never going to work,” she says. “I’ve told you Yuuri doesn’t come here. He doesn’t really drink to begin with, and besides - would you want to go on a date with your childhood ballet teacher watching the whole time?”

Lilia’s severe face springs immediately to the backs of Victor’s eyelids. No. He would not enjoy that.

Minako takes what’s left of his beer and slides a water across the counter instead before he can protest. “Next time, try asking Yuuri out somewhere without any of his family members lurking around.”

It’s good advice. Victor flips the idea over in his head as he dutifully sips on his water. Hopefully he’ll remember it in the morning.


He tries to play it cool as he watches Yuuri unlace his skates after practice the next day. Yakov’s warned him more than a few times not to come on too strong. He needs to approach Yuuri with caution.

“Say, Yuuri,” he begins, sidling up to the bench beside his target. “Would you join me for dinner tonight?”

“Of course I will,” Yuuri says. “We eat dinner together every night.”

“No, not in the dining hall,” Victor protests. “I mean somewhere different. Let’s go out to eat!”

Yuuri’s eyes light up as he hefts his bag onto his shoulder, but then he slumps. “My diet,” he murmurs regretfully.

Victor waves away his concerns. “It’s fine. Call it a cheat day.” The urge to lean into Yuuri’s space is irresistible. Even his post-practice sweat smells tempting, sharp and warm. “Come cheat with me, Yuuri.”

A rosy pink tint stains Yuuri’s cheeks, but he nods. “I guess if my coach says it’s okay…” he says with a teasing smile. Oh, he looks so huggable right now. Victor smiles back, but resists. One thing at a time.

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An absolutely gorgeous commission by the talented @tosquinha (Seriously, I can’t stop looking at it.) 

Based on my fic, Zanka - a Victuuri historical AU in 1800s, Edo, Japan. Yuuri is Aoyagi, a high-ranking male courtesan, and Viktor falls hopelessly in love.

The scene is from chapter one: 

As the translator turned once more, Viktor returned his gaze to the courtesan. The man was idly fingering the length of his pipe as he listened to the translator’s words. Despite his soft features, there was a sharpness to him, an edge, as though life had him honed into a beautiful, double-edged sword. Viktor felt his insides churn; buried under all those luxurious robes was a young man who probably never knew a world beyond the red lights of Yoshiwara.

anonymous asked:

omg are there any sugar daddy aus?? help a gurl out pls bless you

Hi! Thanks for these requests! I hope you enjoy these! ;) (Let me know if you’ve seen more!)

Sugar Daddy AU

Sugar High by arekushiaryoseirui, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
AU where Yuuri Katsuki is a college student struggling to pay rent, tuition, and just about everything else. When he sets up an account for a sugar daddy dating app, he doesn’t expect anything to come out of it. Instead, he meets Victor Nikiforov, and so begins their walk on the fine line between their physical relationship and something more. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!

Gimmie Some Sugar by Oilux, Teen, 40k (WIP)
One account on a seemingly innocent website was the god sent that Yuri Katsuki needed to help to keep his family’s business afloat. If skating wasn’t going to be enough, maybe talking to people for payment is.And when a certain blue eyed Russian starts messaging him, Yuri figures he doesn’t have anything to lose. SO good!

I love you, no expense spared by myoue, Gen, 5.6k
Victor is used to paying for dates, accidentally spilling things on people, and spoiling Katsuki Yuri like no tomorrow. Cute!!

Money Shot by Ashida, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
So Yuuri waited, felt his heart edge back down from his throat as Victor let him catch his bearings, as he just sat and watched Yuuri calm down, patient even though the time he was paying for was ticking. “Strip for me, Yuuri.” came his first instructions in the lull of silence, the same words he always got, and this is how it always began. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

LoveLikeSugar by Uzumi, Teen, 15k (WIP)
Yuuri joined that website just because Phichit forced him to, he said. But who was he to reject a nice man who gave him all of his attention? Of course, it didn’t matter at all that the man wanted to be his sugar daddy. Of course not. Thumbs up!

Synchronized Hearts by Vittarius, Mature, 42k (WIP)
Yuri is the typical college student struggling to make it to the end of the month. Stuck in an underpaid job with an abusive boss, he gets fired… and with that, his income source is over.What is he going to tell his family, who is still waiting in Japan for him to finish his studies? Unable to tell them the truth, he is just about to explode. But then, in a twist of fate, he runs into a lonely stranger. Yuri needs money, this man has money, and unbelievably, they come to an agreement. Maybe having a pampering sugar daddy isn’t the most awful situation he could be in. OMG!!

aint missin no meals by queenbeetle, Explicit, 17k (WIP)
Viktor can’t help it. Yuuri’s leggings are so tight these days, and it’s so hard to focus on anything other than how his clothing shows off all his new curves in all the right ways. 

Our Finest Impulses by wendydarling, Explicit, 2.4k
Viktor takes pleasure with the finer things in life, and he thinks that Yuri, being the most beautiful, deserves to have it all. Spicy!!

Objective YoI fact #232: the Russians already liked Yuuri a great deal from the start, but straight-up fell in love when a paparazzo grabbed Victor by the back of the jacket trying to get his attention and Yuuri fixed him with a look of such cold fury that he just very carefully let go and backpedaled into the sunset.

(”He is my pupil now,” Lilia declares the next morning, to Yakov.

“Strictly speaking he is Vitya’s pupil,” Yakov says, in token protest.

“Vitya is welcome to think that,” says Lilia.)

He touches a few more flowers and then he moves closer to the bed, a small smile playing across his lips as he reaches down to stroke the soft head of a plush poodle, long fingers disappearing among the curls of fake mocha fur. He lifts his head to turn that smile on Victor and the sun cuts a path along his cheek and jaw; one that Victor longs to follow with his own fingertips.

Gay. I wrote a thing and it’s gay. So I drew some gay to compliment the gay.

Bonus Victor being absolutely starstruck:

YOI Hunger Games AU

surprisingly does not exist yet (considering this fandom’s thirst for angst lol) but here are some things to consider:

  • Yuuri being reaped from the district where it’s basically a death sentence. (Alternatively; he volunteers in place of Yuuko, determined to have his future godchildren grow up with both their parents).
  • Despite his abysmal chances of survival and low self-esteem, Yuuri pushes himself to learn as much as he can. He needs to return home.
  • Victor being from one of the Career districts. He’s been handpicked from the academy and is gifted in combat, even though it’s not something he enjoys. The idea of killing other kids and teenagers leaves him uneasy. He’s never known warmth or affection.
  • Though Yuuri is unassuming, he is kind, smart and driven. Victor notices him as someone to look out for. On the flip side, Yuuri is starstruck by Victor, who is talented and eye-catching in all universes. They have an uneasy unspoken truce, having short conversations interwoven through training.
  • Yuuri tries out an alliance with Phichit & Co, but is quickly separated from them. Victor is the type to strike out on his own. Both boys are hunted by the Career pack; Victor for being a high-profile threat and Yuuri for inadvertently causing the death of two careers. Since they are both alone, they band together.
  • Despite everything, Yuuri feels very safe around Victor. Being around Victor makes him believe in himself. He tells Victor about his family, his likes and his hobbies. He wants to win but acknowledges that his odds of making it to the end are low, so he wants to try and help Victor while he can.
  • They grow closer and more desperate as they scramble to survive, taking turns being reckless and protecting each other. They become very dependent on each other, but can’t bring themselves to care, because it’s one of the only things keeping them sane.
  • Victor has never met anyone like Yuuri, who laughs without malice, who never lets go, who is the only one who’s ever cared about Victor the person. He feels like Yuuri is the only person he can spill himself into, who never makes him feel like he’s not enough. He knows that eventually either he has to die, or he has to kill Yuuri. But he knows in his heart he’s already made his choice.
  • They find Phichit’s body. Yuuri has an anxiety attack and is inconsolable for hours. Victor holds him in his arms as he sleeps, and wonders how Yuuri would take his death when the time comes to it.
  • They kiss. It’s simultaneously the best and worst moment of Victor’s life.
  • When there are three tributes left, Victor insists on finding the last tribute before they run out of strength and supplies. Neither say anything about what they will do if they succeed in killing her, despite the fact that it’s the heaviest thing on their mind.
  • Then there are only two tributes left.

Commissioned the overwhelmingly talented @iruutciv for a scene from Zanka, a Victuuri historical AU in the 1800s, Edo, Japan, in which Yuuri is a high-ranking male courtesan and Viktor falls hopelessly in love. Thank you again, Iru! ;;

“Yuuri’s heart tripped, and he was falling then, falling—had been falling—into Viktor’s open arms and Viktor’s open heart—

“I want to dance with you,” he said, trembling, words rolling out of him like the rain on his cheeks. He wasn’t thinking anymore. Wasn’t questioning. Too struck by how beautiful, how perfect Viktor was. “I want to see the sunset with you, I want to meet your parents, I want you to meet my family, I want to show you my home in the South. I want – I want—”

Mid-sentence, Viktor’s hands were on his cheeks, pulling him in, and they were kissing again. Yuuri slid his hands into Viktor’s hair, Viktor’s words folded tenderly, lovingly, into their kisses: anything for you; my world, my sun, my everything.

This was real, thought Yuuri, light as air, with Viktor’s hands smoothing up and down his back. Viktor’s hot mouth on his jaw, neck, and straight back to his lips. This was no illusion. Viktor was a gift, a miracle. Viktor was his.”

(Chapter 7: Mankai // 満開)

black-daffodil  asked:

Hey I was wondering could you list YOI completed fics which are long and good ? "-"

What a great ask! Shoutout to all the amazing fic writers who write full freaking novels for free because they love the show that much. You all do such great work for the fandom and I thank you all so much. Here are some of my favourite  long, completed fics!

Originally posted by things-all-love

Completed Victuuri Fics (Over 40k Words)

all the world’s a stage by braveten, Explicit, 112k
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. Fun, great writing, good plot. Lots of fluff, some angst, and a little bit of smut. Amazing fic!

Home by Kurenaito, Teen, 46k
Three years after the series, Yuuri has retired, and he and Viktor live in America. It’s no secret that Viktor likes to make impulsive decisions. Cute adoption fic! Bonus angsty Yurio..

Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 69k
Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, but Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Amazing fic that truly shows that love wins, no matter what obstacles face them.

Maelstrom by feelslikefire, Explicit, 43k
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 GROUNDHOG DAY AU!!

On Our Love by LiaoftheDawn, Mature, 46k
The fic where Victor thinks he’s doing the right thing, manages to disappoint all the Yuris in his life, and still everything works out at the end. LOVE this fic… I’m sobbing…

like your french girls by ebenroot, Teen, 102k
in which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram. Great artist AU fic with lots pining Victor and fluffy scenes!

Between us by Vitavili, Mature, 169k
Love hurts. Love heals. Sometimes it’s really easy to love. Sometimes it feels like hell. You can forget to love yourself because you are too busy with loving someone else. Stunning fic with heavy angst but a happy ending.

Yuuri!!! on Floor by thehandsingsweapon, Not Rated, 67k
The gymnastics edition, in which Viktor is still a skater. A story about how sometimes love comes slow and soft, and how hearts get bigger when they break. Great gymnastics AU!

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 197k
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!

Standard Deviations by JustBeHappy, Teen, 82k
Victor knew something was wrong when he woke up. Firstly, Yuuri wasn’t by his side in bed. Secondly, the wallpapers weren’t supposed to be blue. Great time travel AU!

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway, Explicit, 186k
New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve. And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are. LOVE this fic!

Love So Life by shamarmon, Teen, 114k
Yuuri Katsuki was simply living his college life, teaching ice skating lessons to little kids, when suddenly his idol and champion figure skater Victor Nikiforov bursts in and requests that he start babysitting his three year old nephew, Yuri Plisetsky. Yuuri finds himself growing to be a part of their family and helping them work through their complicated family issues. Super cute!

lie to make me like you by cityboys, Mature, 80k
Victor is a retired actor looking for love, and Yuuri happens to be the (un)fortunate soul to unwittingly ask him out at the beginning of the month. Except relationships don’t come with a script, and it’s much harder understanding love than roles. Awesome actor AU!

Until You Return to Me by BatMads, Teen, 113k
Yuuri and Victor are in St. Petersburg together at last, but when Yuuri has difficulty adjusting to the transition and tragedy strikes, it seems as though they may be separated forever. Now they struggle to find their way back to each other when the universe seems to conspire against a happy ending. THE SLOWEST BURN FIC YOU WILL EVER READ OMFGDHFSDK

Please Have Mercy On Me by all_those_big_ass_trees, Explicit, 85k
Viktor’s been living with Yuuri for a month now, but Yuuri is still not used to him. But Viktor is a good teacher, and Yuuri is a good student. Love!

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 85k
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH

No Less Unthinkable by rageprufrock, Explicit, 79k
In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war. Stunning fic!

pick lilacs for the passing time by astralelegies, Teen, 68k
In which the outlandish prodigy Victor Nikiforov hits Yuuri’s life like a whirlwind after he transfers to a prestigious ballet conservatory in Moscow, two grumpy teenagers learn to be friends, and Mila’s Straight Girl CrushTM might not be so straight after all. 

An Intangible Force of Motion by doeinstinct, Teen, 76k
The new season is in full-swing, and Viktor is realizing just how much work it is to coach and compete, but the exhilaration is worth it. The pain in his leg is probably just from overworking. Probably. So sad but so good.

Call Everything on the Ice… by shysweetthing, 50k
Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn’t tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly. ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FICS EVER

starstruck by shizuoh, Teen, 58k
In which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it. I adore this fic!

matched by bigspoonnoya, Explicit, 52k
Viktor Nikiforov considers himself an excellent matchmaker, but there’s one love life he can’t seem to get right: his own.

Star Struck

Yuuri knows from experience that Viktor is just a regular guy. One that managed to win five consecutive golds, set new world records, and flip the skating world and its expectation of what constitutes a reasonable routine on its head, but still.  

Even so, after half a decade of marriage and learning to help each other though the less glamorous aspects of being a human navigating the world—it sneaks up on Yuuri, sometimes: the realization of ‘holy shit this is Viktor Nikiforov™ my childhood idol.’

Thirty-year-old Yuuri is privy to things about Viktor’s life that fifteen-year-old Yuuri could’ve never dreamed. Intimate things that extend the trivia bullet points in the Figure Skate Life articles rotting in crumpled piles under his childhood bed. Like how Viktor’s snores sound like a bullfrog gargling marbles when he’s really sleep deprived or how he has very specific hair-related rituals involving mayonnaise and egg whites that Yuuri has a feeling have more to do with allaying his fears of his receding hairline than nourishing his follicles.

Yuuri’s star struck moments never seem to happen when he’d expect, like at the skating rink, watching Viktor transition from an effortless triple axel into a flying sit spin.

Instead, they tend to manifest when it’s just the two of them settling into the interstitial moments between the major plot points of their lives. One minute, Yuuri’s sprawled out on the couch—the laptop on his belly warming the sliver of skin his hiked up shirt reveals. The next, he’s being called over to the bathroom to hand his husband a roll of toilet paper through a crack in the door.

It’s a familiar routine—Viktor can never seem to remember that toilet paper is an integral part of the human waste to toilet exchange—but for whatever reason, this time Yuuri feels the need to text Phichit about it later.

(20:14) I can’t believe I just handed Viktor Nikiforov toilet paper through the door??? He didn’t even pull up his pants?????

(20: 15) You mean Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki, the man you married five years ago and whose hand you held through a colonoscopy last Spring?

(20:15) ??? I mean I guess?????

It’s a joke at its core—their own personal meme.

Oh my god Viktor Nikiforov just took a dirty plate out of the sink and reused it???

Viktor Nikiforov just asked me if I want to go get ice cream. It’s 4 am and I’m ??? ? ??

There’s an aspect of truth to it, though. Yuuri’s come a long way with his anxiety and self-esteem since his Detroit days, but there remains a persistent, needling part of him that will never quite believe he’s worthy of the love he receives. It was hard enough to come to terms with his family’s affection, and their love is meant to be unconditional.

But despite what Yuuri might believe, Viktor’s not immune to it, either. It hits him unexpectedly, like when he’s chasing Yuuri around their apartment because “your toenails are talons, Yuuri, honestly why do you let them get so long? How is that even comfortable?”

Yuuri squeals and shields himself behind Makkachin, insisting that he’s the toenail Samson and if Viktor trims them, he’ll lose all of his powers.

“What powers?” Viktor folds his arms over his chest with a crooked smile.

“Toenail related ones,” Yuuri says, slapping the nail clippers out of Viktor’s grip.

Viktor stands there—watching Yuuri laugh all crinkle-eyed and rosy-cheeked—and he just wants to sit on the floor and cry because ‘holy shit this is The Boy Who Saved My Life™” and how did he ever get so lucky?

There’s a difference between being a morning person and being used to waking up early. Yuuri is the latter, which explains why he grunts and hides his head in the pillows when Victor’s gentle lips begin peppering soft kisses on his shoulder. 

It takes a while for his brain to function properly in the morning, so Victor continues trailing kisses up his neck and his cheek until it finally dawns on him.

It’s his birthday morning. Turning his head on the pillow, trying to blink the world into focus to no avail, Yuuri catches the scent of coffee in the air. And Victor, as if reading his thoughts, presses his body against Yuuri’s as if to remind him that he’s awake, that this is not a dream, and whispers:

“Happy birthday, my sleeping beauty.”

And there it is, the taste of coffee on his fiancé’s lips, soft and warm and inviting, making Yuuri wish to stay like that all day, safely bundled up on their bed with his weight on top of him. He could live lifetimes of a routine just like that and it would still not be enough, Yuuri realizes like an afterthought as Victor kisses him again, wrapping his arms around his frame. 

“I brought you breakfast,” Victor continues, nuzzling on the crook of his neck, wrapping one leg around Yuuri’s waist like a human octopus that doesn’t seem particularly interested in breakfast with that gesture, “and gifts.”

“Mm,” Yuuri smiles, content, comfortable in their tangly mess of limbs but wanting to turn around and embrace Victor, beg him with caresses and kisses that they cancel morning practice in favor of staying in bed.

It’s thundering. Yuuri is sure it’s cold outside. And in a lazy thought, he knows nothing can go wrong if they stay like that for the entirety of his birthday.

“Did the gifts get your attention, babe?” Victor asks in a humorous voice, his chest reverberating the chuckle he suppresses. 

“I have the best gift right here,” Yuuri hums, voice raspy and low as he pats Victor’s arm around him. “You shouldn’t have…”

Victor shuts him up with a tender kiss. He almost whines to make a complaint about his own morning breath, but he’s known Victor well enough to know he doesn’t mind it. 

With Victor in his life, every other gift pales in comparison, he thinks.

“I couldn’t resist,” Victor hums happily, pressing his body closer. “I thought of taking you to a restaurant after practice tonight, and I’d like you to wear it.”

That catches Yuuri’s attention, making him raise his head and look at Victor with squinting eyes. He is the most gorgeous blur Yuuri has seen in his life.

Wear it?”

And like a giddy child, Victor sits back and pulls Yuuri up, “Get up, get up. Have your breakfast and unwrap your gifts.”

Yuuri does, rubbing his bleary-eyes in an attempt to see the world better - and as if reading his thoughts, Victor puts on his glasses for him, punctuating the gesture with a kiss on the tip of his nose. On the corner of the bed, waiting for him, is breakfast - neatly organized on a plate, fruits with yogurt and toast and coffee, their regular competitive diet with a lot more passion put into it for the special occasion. Cupping Victor’s face in his hands, Yuuri kisses him in gratitude, feeling his fiancé smile through their kiss.

“I love you,” Yuuri says, lips brushing on Victor’s gently.

“Happy birthday, love.”

It’s a slow morning despite it being a regular training day. Yuuri feeds Victor spoonfuls of his breakfast, snuggly slotted between his thighs, feeling Victor’s warm embrace around him. Makkachin joins them in bed, wagging her tail as she watches them being lovely from the other end, then giving Yuuri some congratulatory kisses once they put the dishes away. 

Victor puts a lot of thought into his gifts. Yuuri had learned so last year, and this year was no different, though especially soft and personal. A gorgeous lilac cardigan Yuuri had fallen in love with weeks before, and mismatching poodle socks were Victor’s morning gifts (Yuuri is informed there is yet another gift Victor would give him at dinner) and getting out of bed in a reasonable hour becomes impossible as Yuuri decides to show Victor his gratitude. 

They arrive at practice nearly an hour late sporting brand new lovebites that are safely hidden under their shirts, and Yuuri is once again showered with affection and happy birthday wishes. He gets calls from his family, messages from friends overseas, even is surprised with a cupcake baked by Mila and Georgi who start singing him happy birthday as he goes through his short program. 

Despite being far away from home, Yuuri feels truly loved by his friends. 

Their day is exhausting, and it’s almost easy to forget his own birthday as he and Victor get completely focused on their exercises. But it’s there - appreciation, in every touch, in every glance Victor spares him, a hint of a smile creeping up behind his eyes as Victor watches over him. 

Yuuri feels truly blessed.

And dining out together after a long day feels refreshing despite how tired they feel, as if just by being around each other their energies are renewed. They go to Yuuri’s favorite place, toast to a flute of champagne and skip their strict diet for the night, enjoying each other’s presence and relishing their love.

When they’re done with dinner, just simply holding hands on the table and making small talk while gazing lovely into each other’s eyes is when Victor stirs on his seat, fumbling his jacket in search of something, and Yuuri remembers his words in that morning.

“I… have another gift for you,” Victor says, pulling a rolled piece of paper with a ribbon tied around it, picking Yuuri’s interest. “It’s nothing big, but it comes from my heart…”

Yuuri reaches for the paper looking at Victor in awe, letting go of his hand to untie the blue ribbon, noticing his jaw is hanging open as his eyes scan the familiar, neat handwriting on the parchment.

“You wrote me a poem?” Yuuri asks, feeling a knot form on his throat as his eyes begin to sting.

“I’m a little rusty,” Victor smiles embarrassedly, and Yuuri’s vision gets a little blurry, “and I noticed that translating my emotions for you into words is actually more difficult than I’d imagined.”

“Vitya…” Yuuri’s voice trembles, his smile hurting his cheeks.

“Do you want to read it at home?” Victor offers, brushing the pad of his thumb on the back of his hand, and all Yuuri manages to do before tearing up a bit is a curt nod.

In the quiet of their home, Yuuri finally reads the poem he’d been pressing against his chest on their ride back home as if trying to feel Victor’s engraved emotions through it. There, Yuuri is comfortable enough to cry, hiding his face on Victor’s chest as he takes pauses from reading his poem. He reads it over and over, a smile all over his face and happy tears streaming down his face as he realizes how much he is loved. Victor, who’s quietly watching Yuuri’s expression, can’t help but let his tears flow, whispering countless I love yous between kisses. 

Yuuri falls asleep in his arms, happy and loved and very much grateful for his fiancé’s endless ways of surprising him. Before his consciousness ebbs away, he whispers words about his devotion for good measure, smiling against Victor’s chest as he thinks of a way of making Victor feel the same. 

For you, anything darling

My papa is kind.

He plays even when he is tired. He smiles even when he is sad. He is forever rubbing the spot behind my ear that I like. I like.

Papa whispers about his Miliy when we are alone (sometimes papa calls him Yuuri too). Miliy smells like the ocean and the kitchen and gives secret smiles when I follow him around.

They speak to each other in a language I can’t understand, but I watch and I guess. I’m very good at guessing. Papa’s ears twitch when he’s excited, and Milly scratches the back of his dark hair when flustered. They mumble words for hours just to be together.

When they part to go to sleep, he sometimes has a longing look as I follow papa to our room. So I turn back, and I guess. I whine to papa and paw at his leg.

Papa asks, “What is it, Makka?”

I let him know with looks back toward the ajar door at the end of the hall. “Ah, so he’s got you too,” he whispers fondly as his eyes follow mine. He kneels down in his doorway and ruffles the fur on my head before he says, “Go to him. It’s ok.”

My papa is always kind.

I go, and Miliy smiles until the morning dawn.

We go to the beach once they both wake. There are gulls shrieking, and I run in circles after gulls, gulls, gulls. Papa whistles for me to stay close. They walk side by side, stealing glances at each other.

And when Miliy turns to look at papa, they exchange a meaningful look as if they want something but are both too worried to ask. My papa stops and reaches down for a stick. He throws it into the air overhead. And there’s sun, and laughter, and a kiss. And I run for the stick, stick, stick.

Thanks to @teekettle for the idea!

serenity0220  asked:

Any chance you could please find some that Yuuri and Victor are married, but no one knows they are AU. Like, "Victor is a famous skater and he's married, but no one has a clue who his husband" is kind scenario? Thank you!

Hi! Thanks for these requests! This is a really fun AU! (Most of these fics are based off @skygemspeaks post which you can find here!

Originally posted by asparagusoup

Identity Reveal

Who is Coach Yuuri? by glitteryimagay, Teen, 24k
Nix, Fish and Frankie were over the moon when they were told they were chosen by skating legend Victor Nikiforov himself to be taught at his rink in America. But upon arriving, they are informed Victor was asked last minute to be the choreographer for the Olympic US Skating Team and instead, they will be taught by the rink’s head coach, who they know nothing about! This is great!

The Internet Exists For a Reason by tomorrowsdreams, Teen, 2.8k
Katsuki Yuuri amazes people even without them knowing who he really is. Thumbs up!

Comfort Zone by BertholdvonMoosburg, Gen, 8.9k
Yuuri decides to go back to school. He’d really like to experience being normal again for a while, and he wants friends, not more fans.It’s hard to keep two lives separate. Love this!

Yuuri Katsuki, MA by BertholdvonMoosburg, Teen, 10k
Two years. Two years she’d known Yuuri Katsuki, since that welcome reception where he’d looked so uncomfortable and she’d invited him to the pub. He had been a mystery at first, friendly but closed off. When he finally let her into his life, she found a real friendship with this warm, expressive, gentle man. And with his warm, expressive, extra-as-fuck husband. Thumbs up!

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra, Gen, 6.3k
Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband. HAHAH THIS IS GREAT

Ethical Dilemmas in Sport Psychology: When Googling Your Friend Gets Weird by Adrianners, Teen, 1.5k
Grad student Yuuri is late to his study group, but nobody has his phone number or university email. One “Yuuri Katsuki Wayne State” Google search later and… Why does Yuuri have a Wikipedia page? Awesome fic!

Showing Results for ‘Katsuki Yuuri’ by Ferrero13, Gen, 3.9k
Victor makes it his goal to get Katsuki Yuuri, figure skater, to the first page of Google results. There is no way he could let such a brilliant skater be overshadowed by Katsuki Yuuri, winner of some stuffy academic medal, who is probably 50 and balding. I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH

A Real Life Cinnamon Roll by Seito, 2.1k
Yuuri Katsuki’s students knew three things about their new teacher:
1) he was adorable
2) he was extremely passionate about teaching them
3) based off the lovesick expression he often wore, his wife was a lucky woman. I LOOOOVE THIS FIC

How do you not know? by missykristy, Teen, 4.5k
Yuuri Nikiforov-Katsuki, after retiring from competitive skating at 27, decides to go back to school and build on top of his Communications degree. He becomes the Teaching Assistant to a first year Japanese class and is more than happy to stay silent about his career. But honestly, a quick Google search and he’s there. How could you not know? Fun read!

And the answer is… by nessiesaur, Gen, 1.5k
Yuuri Katsuki is adorable, but also one of the most mature people in their class. Yuuri Katsuki is in her study group, which definitely saved her ass on the midterm. Yuuri Katsuki is…wait, who is he!?

A Prince in Disguise by lourthor, Gen, 5.1k
The one thing his classmates know about him for sure is that he loves his husband. Such a good fic!

Long time no see by ddugeun, Gen, 4.8k
“Mum? What’s wrong?” he might be 27 and retired, but his anxiety never gets easier about the smaller things.
“Yuuri! Oh, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong!” Hiroko chirped through the speakers. It’s not quite enough to quell his nervous thoughts just yet. “I got a letter for you in the post; it looked quite important so I opened it incase it was time sensitive, and it turns out it’s a high school reunion invite!” High school reunion AU… you have to read this!

icebreaker by Cesare, Gen, 6.1k
Marianne gets to know Yuuri Katsuki mainly because she never heard the name “Yuuri” before their class together. AWESOME fic!

five theories about victor “my husband” nikiforov (+ one fact) by dadvans, Not Rated, 2.1k
No one knows the truth about the strange, well-paying man who comes into the bar three times a week and only talks about his husband. But everyone has their theories. Rec’d by my followers!

la-belle-et-la-bete  asked:

are you still doing fic outlines, if so: All But The Kitchen Sink, Viktuuri

Oh my god. Yuri on Ice: HGTV AU.

- “I’m a figure skater,” Victor says.

“I’m… also a figure skater?” Yuuri says.

“And our budget is 2 million!”

- (”Wait,” Yuuri says. “Really?”

Victor rubs Yuuri’s arm. “Our last ice show did very well.”)

- Neither of them are helpful.

-The least bit helpful.

- “Anywhere I can be with Yuuri is home,” Victor keeps sighing.

“Okay but how many bathrooms,” the hosts keep replying.

- Victor honestly believes that, but also he’ll casually drop statements like “we’re really in the market for eight bedrooms minimum” or “if you can’t fit a California king inside it is it really a walk-in closet.”

- (He’s trolling, mostly, but he does want to make sure they have enough bedrooms for their eventual hockey team of children.)

- For the first several houses, Yuuri’s response to everything is to wring his hands and say “It looks nice.” Finally, after all-out begging from the producers, Yuuri gives actual opinions and it turns out they are BLISTERINGLY SAVAGE.

- The camera crew stalks him from that moment on, zooming in on his beautiful thoughtful face, waiting for him to quietly eviscerate another McMansion.

- They are the first couple in the history of the show who do not want a double vanity. “Why?” ask the hosts. There’s a smash-cut to these clingy octopus monsters brushing their teeth while wrapped around each other.

- Victor pretends to be torn about their eventual house. He knows how reality TV works. He pretends the lack of apron sink in the kitchen is going to be a dealbreaker.

- And then their faces upon entering the master suite and seeing the hot tub become an extremely popular reaction gif.

- “I need it,” Yuuri hisses. Victor cries a little.

Victuuri Soulmate AU

A Glimpse of You by Allekha | G | Yuuri/Victor | 9k

Yuuri is ten when he first feels the connection to his soulmate, twelve when he gets to find out who is on the other end. Victor is nice and has a dog and skates more beautifully than anyone. Yuuri likes talking with him through their connection, but he also badly wants to meet him.

A Voice in the Distance by torikabori | T | Yuuri/Victor | 17k WIP

In which a soulmate connection has three parts: a shared heartbeat, some secondhand emotions, and a sense of when your soulmate is looking at you.

Each has its inconveniences– especially when one half of the pair is famous, the other has anxiety, and they’re born several timezones apart.

across our skin by thishasbeencary | T | Yuuri/Victor | 4k

When you’re born, you have the first words your soulmate says to you on your arm. When they say them to you, they turn red and you get another set of words that change your relationship with your soulmate. Viktor’s first set is in Japanese and he doesn’t understand, but the second is “Be my coach, Viktor”.

He has the second set for 10 years before he finally hears them.

All That I’ve Got by MadamRed | T | Yuuri/Victor | 11k

Once you meet the person you’re destined to be with for life, and the more you interact with them, your soulmate’s favourite thing about you starts appearing somewhere on your body, as if you were, very slowly, getting a tattoo.

But not everyone is lucky when it comes to timing. Viktor Nikiforov, for example, started getting his mark at 17. It appeared on his foot of all places; a burning sensation that made him miss a jump during a competition.

everything that’s silver is not gold by SassySalchow (diedreachin) | M | Yuuri/Victor | 11k

Viktor’s soulmark starts to grow when he’s 25 and researching his competitors for the upcoming Grand Prix Final, and spends the Sochi Olympics trying to figure out who his soulmate is, just to get it wrong.

And then he gets it right.

Turns out, figuring out the who was just the beginning.

Future Self by fishydip | G | Yuuri/Victor | 5k

Soulmates AU where one day, at random you wake up in your own body, except in the future after you have already met and fallen in love with your soulmate. you get a random amount of time to spend as your future self to learn more about them.

Viktor’s experience meeting his soulmate is heartwarming and overwhelming
Yuuri’s experience meeting his soulmate is confusing but ultimately he’s happy

Happiest Moments by purpleeyesandbowties | T | Yuuri/Victor | 4k

“The Rostelecom Cup is the day after my birthday,” Yuuri said.
“Okay?” Phichit said, sounding confused.
“The day after my twenty-first birthday,” he finished.
“Oh, shit.”
Yuuri nodded. “Oh, shit.”

I’ve Known You Forever by AKAuthor | T | Yuuri/Victor | 2k WIP

Soulmates experience little bits of pointless information about the other throughout their lives. Yuuri unknowingly learns about Viktor’s ability to walk into glass doors. Viktor learns about Yuuri’s history of falling into pools -and then they start a life together.

Soulmate AU in which you learn vague bits of information about your soulmate throughout your life.

Marks by Drfanfare | NR | Yuuri/Victor | 18k WIP

Soulmate AU Where whatever is written on you appears on your soulmates skin. This is based on the fic “Unwritten” by Kaizuka.

Viktor spent much of his early years waiting for ink to appear on his skin, signaling the existence of his soulmate. When it didn’t come, he threw himself into his skating. But with the pressure to succeed, it becomes harder to do it alone.

my name is viktor nikiforov by thishasbeencary | T | Yuuri/Victor | 5k

Soulmates are telepathically linked to each other, but can only hear the other’s thoughts when they’re in close proximity. Viktor Nikiforov’s soulmate isn’t Russian, but Japanese, and he can’t understand a single word that they think. Other than his name.

Names by DefiantDreams | T | Yuuri/Victor | 6k

Yuuri has five Names.

One on his nape: พิชิต

Another going down his left side: ソラ

One underneath his right pectoral: Acel

Another on the sole of his right foot: Юрий

And his personal favorite: Виктор, right at the curve of his left hip.

[Do we really only have one, singular soulmate? Out of 7.2 billion people in the world, how can there only be one person for you? No, instead, there are several people who are right for you at any given time and in many different ways, and there are some who are just more right for you than others.

A trilogy on worlds where soulmate identifiers change, worlds where people have multiple soulmate identifiers and worlds where soulmate marks change as you do.]

Need It the Most by rougeandtonic | T | Yuuri/Victor | 5k

In which Victor and Yuuri switch places right before the Sochi GPF free skate.


Victor had never thought he would be desperate enough for his soul to call out so strongly to its mate that they literally switched bodies.

But, apparently, he is.

And, whoever this Japanese skater is whose soul had called back out to Victor’s, Victor is going to love him and take care of him and give him everything he deserves.

Starting with the skating he deserves.

On Love: Soulmates by Oliver_966 | T | Yuuri/Victor | 29k

In this world everyone has a soulmate, and everyone has their soulmates name printed on their wrists either from birth, or from the moment their soulmate is born. Everyone’s soulmates name changes colors to tell their soulmate how they’re feeling.

Everyone is destined to meet their soulmate, although not everyone does.

Yuuri is sure that unless he can get on the podium and be Victors equal, he will never truly meet his soulmate, as Victor is so much more important than him.

At least that’s what he thinks.

Spoilers by domokunrainbowkinz | G | Yuuri/Victor | 1k

In a world where the first words your soulmate says to you is on your arm, Yuuri has spoilers to the biggest character death of the decade. 

Switch With Me by Aykimra | T | Yuuri/Victor | 21k

In a world where people switch consciousnesses with their soulmates, Yuuri doesn’t experience his first switch until he is eighteen. He is very surprised to discover who’s body he ends up in.

The Switch by BoredPerson69 | T | Yuuri/Victor | 5k

The Switch was a true mystery to science. Nobody knew how or why it happened, it just did.

Soulmate AU where Viktor switches bodies with his future self after years of believing he didn’t have a soulmate.

Written by dreameh | T | Yuuri/Victor | 2k WIP

Nearly everybody is born with a soulmate. A person and their soulmate can write on their body anywhere and have it on their other half’s body in the exact same spot.

This is the story of Katsuki Yuuri and his soulmate, who doesn’t even know of his existence until he had almost given up all hope of finding his other half.


okay just imagine this: victuuri catfish au (except totz not) - 

- one night Yuuri comes across an online dating profile of someone pretending to be Viktor Nikiforov

- yes that Viktor Nikiforov

- & honestly Yuuri is a bit charmed bc this person clearly did their research on Viktor’s profile (and has the cutest pictures of Makkachin that even he hasn’t seen before) and it’s late at night and he’s lonely and he’s only on this stupid website bc Mari made him a profile and ordered him to use it

- so he likes the profile and goes to sleep and doesn’t think about it

- until the profile likes him back

- and not only that, but messages him first 

- so Yuuri messages him, random stuff at first like the business at the inn or the food he ate that day or babysitting the triplets but then it goes deeper like into his anxiety or insecurity bc talking over a screen is so much easier at times

- and the profile shares just as much (albeit within the character of Viktor which amuses and frustrates Yuuri to no end bc he wants to know the real person behind the screen)

- and yeah, Yuuri is somehow falling for someone he’s never met. 

- Bc this Viktor is impossibly caring and loving even over their messages that seem to get longer and longer. And yeah, sometimes Viktor goes a few days without their long emails (bc of practice he says) but they always pick up so easily and send emojis throughout the day

- and Viktor always wishes Yuuri goodnight, even if it’s from a completely different timezone

- and Yuuri can’t imagine going through a day without strings of emojis or puppy pictures clouding up his messages box

- And that’s when Mari gets involved 

- Mari rounds up the #1 members of the Katsuki Yuuri fanclub and they get to work 

- Phichit, Yuuko, Minako and Mari pretend to be detectives but honestly they just call the Viktor’s phone number and put it on speaker

- and no one answers

- but there’s a voicemail 

- a voicemail in russian

- in a strangely familiar voice (they were all subjected to the worst of Yuuri’s teen crush, which largely included obsessive interview watching)

- and they all kind of scream at each other for around ten minutes

- and they all simultaneously agree to not tell Yuuri 

It happened during the lunch break at his practice session.

With the Grand Prix Final coming up in about a week, Yakov had the whole rink under strict limitations of when and what they could eat, so an 18-nearing-19 year old Victor was eager to get to his food.

And then he saw it. Black writing, just barely showing from under his long-sleeved practice shirt.

Victor was well acquainted with the tales of soulmates and how a true soulmate could see the thoughts of the one destined for them appear like a tattoo on their skin. Not everyone had a soulmate, one that was made for them, to love them and help them and be with them, but people had found that they could find love anyway. At age 16, Victor had figured he was someone without a soulmate. It wasn’t an illogical conclusion.

But now, freezing on his way to put his skate guards on, he knew he was wrong.

He finished putting on the guards and ran. He ran as fast as he could to somewhere, anywhere private, ignoring the confused shouts from his coach. He turned down a corridor off of the main hall and went to the far end before slumping down against the wall and finally, finally, lifting his sleeve, prepared for what was the most prominent thought his soulmate was having, wherever in the world they may be.

Well, Victor had tried to prepare. He wasn’t ready to see the words written across his arm.

“Stupid. So stupid.”


“How could I ever think I could do this? I’m no where near their level…”

Victor was floored. The first thing he ever hears of his soulmate that he didn’t know he had and they are putting themselves down!

The words keep coming. Writing out, fading, being replaced with something else. A never ending circle of self-hate.

“I’m gonna lose” “Every one is going to be so disappointed in me” “Minako-sensei wasted her money coming here” “I wasted my parents money coming here”

A few things stood out. One, Minako-sensei. Obviously someone his soulmate cared for. Sensei, Victor knew that was a Japanese honorific, he had been called that by his fans when he competed in Japan. “Here.” His soulmate referenced here twice, meaning wherever he was, wasn’t where he lived. And that people had spent money to get him there.

And then Victor was floored again as another line appeared on his arm, lingering a few seconds longer than the others had.

“How could I have ever thought I’d be able to skate against him someday…”

Skate. His soulmate is a skater? Being able to skate against someone else. Against, so yes. His soulmate is a skater. Victor could laugh at the irony. Him. A male figure skater, then.

Damn, Victor was good at this whole deducting thing.

But back to the matter at hand. The words were being replaced again.

“I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t fail them again. I’m so weak. But… I can’t quit. Quitting means giving up on my dream. It means disappointing them anyway. It means wasting all the time and money and effort that my family has put into me, all the faith and love.”

Victor gaped. If there was one thing about the personality of the person with the other half of his soul that Victor knew, right then, it was that whoever they-whoever HE was, he was incredibly strong. He was fighting his way through the thoughts plaguing him.

To him, however, it was two sides to the same coin. Disappoint his family by losing, or disappoint them by quitting.

Victor took a deep breath. He knew from experience what that felt like, though he hadn’t felt it in years. When he was just starting out in the novices levels he would always worry about losing and upsetting his parents. But even though he lost often in the beginning, they had always cheered him on, encouraging him and saying he’d do better next time.

Maybe… Maybe Victor could do this for his soulmate. He had never heard of anyone who intentionally thought so that their soulmate could see, but perhaps he’d be the first.

It was worth a shot, right?

So Victor thought. He blanked everything else from his mind as he thought of the only words he could to help console the one who’s thoughts were still lingering on his arm.

“Please, please let this work.”

“Hey. Stop being so hard on yourself. You are so strong, it hurts seeing you call yourself weak. Whatever it is that you are about to do, as long as you put your heart into it, your family will see that and they will love it, regardless of how you do. I believe in you. You’ve got this.”

It was silent in the hall aside from the ticking of his watch. Victor glanced down to read the time, laughing when he saw that he was 10 minutes late to return to practice and he hadn’t eaten a thing. Yakov was going to be pissed at him.

Victor found that he didn’t care.

Even less so when he saw the words on his arm fading and new ones appearing.

“I… I can’t. Everyone out there, they’re all so talented. I’m a nobody to them.”

He blinked. And then again. His message… It must of gotten through. Fantastic!

But the words themselves weren’t anything to cheer over.

“You aren’t a nobody to me. You aren’t a nobody to your family. You aren’t a nobody to Minako-sensei, even if I’m not sure who that is. You aren’t a nobody to the people that matter. Those guys out there? They don’t know you. Granted, I don’t either, but I have the feeling I’ll get there.”

“I don’t want to do bad.”

“Then go out there and skate to the music in the way that makes you proud.”

“I can’t… I can. Try. I can try. I will try.”

“Good. Make yourself proud, and I’ll be proud.”

“Alright. I’ve got this.”

“You do. I believe in you.”

No more thoughts appeared immediately following that, the last words his soulmate had thought to him still lingering there. “I’ve got this.” Victor was happy that he could encourage the other skater.

It wasn’t until Yakov forced them to watch the Junior Grand Prix Finals that Victor learned the name of his dear.

A young Japanese skater stepped onto the ice, eyes downcast as the camera zoomed in on his face. He was nodding along to what his coach was saying, finally looking up right before he had to go.

His dark brown eyes were absolutely captivating. His black hair left to hang in front of his face, his right hand holding a pair of bright blue glasses.

On his left arm, just barely visible, only noticeable to those looking, Victor could see through the sheer of his skating costume a few words.

“You do. I believe in you.”

Later, during the medal ceremony, the announcer said his name.

Katsuki Yuuri. Junior Grand Prix gold medalist, promising up-and-coming skater from Japan.

Left unsaid; Victor Nikiforov’s soulmate.

anonymous asked:

Hey you got any... *looks around* *whispers* mafia au fics

*looks around* Yeah, I got the goods. *whips out a briefcase full of fanfiction*

Seriously, though, I freaking love this AU! Thanks for all these requests!

Originally posted by sairenji

Mafia AU

Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 45k (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. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!

Confessions Behind these Bruises by Gayson, Mature, 28k (WIP)
the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki. I haven’t stopped screaming since I read this, it’s so good!

Wine Colored Days Warmed by the Sun by Erushi, Mature, 4k
The Mafia AU in which Victor’s an heir to the Russian mob, Yuuri just so happens to be visiting St. Petersburg, and there’s a hitman loose in the city. Great mafia one shot!

the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath, Teen, 9.1k (WIP)
In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy. 1920s mafia AU! Thumbs up!

Caught by You by Ommmniii, Mature, 24k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov is Russia’s number one Mafia boss and he fell hard for a common Japanese boy, Katsuki Yuuri. When their meeting was purely accidental, Viktor decides to make Yuuri a part of his life. Really good mafia AU!

Pet by Maiden_of_the_Moon, Teen, 3.8k
“Of course,” he continues, low and horribly, gut-churningly soft, “our way of life is not conducive to raising fluffy, cuddly, friendly poodles. And so, Sir, when it came time for me to choose a new Viktor, I adopted the strongest, swiftest, and most brutal pet I could find.” Love this one!

Settle Down by artemisgrace, Explicit, 8.1k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov was born into this life of violence and crime. He seeks an escape, some semblance of a normal life, and in a café on a Wednesday morning, he finds his shred of normality in the form of Yuuri Katsuki. Definitely recommend!

On Ice by littlemisslawyer, Teen, 9.5k (WIP)
A skating accident leads Viktor Nikiforov, five time world champion and the current pakhan of the Blue Rose Mafia, to the hands of one very adorable doctor. I LIVE FOR THIS FIC!

Bloodied suits look better by emulikule, Mature, 41k (WIP)
A conflict has been going on between the Russian and the Japanese mafia for quite some time now, but a new head of the Russian one decides it’s time to end it as the feud has only brought countless of losses for both sides. Bonus Otayuri!

酸素の海 by Alpacorn, Teen, 4.7k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri has yet to land a Quad Axel. He’s been trying to land it for so many years ever since his 12th winter. His husband, his right hand man, his loyal dog, Viktor Nikiforov, is ready to give everything he’s got to make sure the leader of the Russian mafia gets the gold medal. Yuuri is the mafia boss in this and it gives me life

Caught in the Crossfire by cloudybreaths, Mature, 3.1k (WIP)
Yuuri sits back in Victor’s chair, crossing his legs, and rests his cheek in his palm. Yuri stares at him, and there’s a shiver that goes down his spine. Yuuri’s eyes are dark and his face stone, as though he was the true leader of the number one mafia family in Russia. For a moment, Yuri almost believes it. SO GOOD OMG

Note: I do not include fics with graphic depictions of self harm, suicide, abuse, underage, non con, etc. in my fic recs. Please read my FAQ for more information on what I don’t include in my rec lists.

Five Shovel Talks That Never Happened (+2 That Did)

1. When Yuuri is practicing his combination spin at center ice at Cup of China and Phichit says conversationally, “So.” His eyeliner is honestly the stuff of legends. Victor should ask his technique. “You should know that at any given time I’m ready to commit murder for that boy.”

Victor hums. “Then,” he says, smiling, “we have that in common.”

Phichit gives him a long, low stare. Then, brilliantly, he smiles back. “Oh,” he says. “I like you.”

2. When Yuuri, leaving the banquet at Rostelecom, is driven to the airport in the Team Yakov van, sandwiched between Mila and the window. She happily, between yawns, relates anecdotes about Yakov, about Victor, along with some jokes about Yuri Plisetsky and some unnamed skater crush of his. Yuuri nods and kneads his fingers and waits for the other shoe to drop.

When they let him off at the airport, Mila gives him a fierce hug and says, “Give Vitya our love?”

“… that’s it?” says Yuuri. Who has not yet grasped that he’s capable of breaking anyone’s heart, let alone Victor’s, but knows, nonetheless, how these things are supposed to go.

Mila’s smile gets a little confused. But she confirms, “That’s it.”

3. When Minako slumps against her chair in the Barcelona hotel bar and sighs, “He’s practically my kid, so I’m biased. But he’s the easiest thing in the world to love, right? Getting him to let you, though.”

“I’m sorry,” is what Victor finally says. He doesn’t know how he feels about any of this, but he especially doesn’t know how he feels about being comforted by Minako, when she should probably be comforting Yuuri back up in the room.

“Victor. You think I haven’t been where you are?” She smiles grimly. “You’re doing fine.”

4. When Yuuri’s parents take Victor aside that last night in Hasetsu.

“That boy.” Toshiya’s smiling as he shakes his head. “He doesn’t trust his heart with many people. You know?”

Hiroko’s holding one of Victor’s hands in both of hers before he can form a reassurance. “We’re so glad it was you,” she says.

(There was a lot of crying that night, is all I’m saying.)

5. When Yuuri learned that trying to match Yakov Feltsman shot for shot is a terrible idea, no matter how nervous you are about your one-on-one dinner with him. Or maybe it is a good idea, if it gives you the courage to spend the evening monologuing how much you care about his surrogate skating son. “He’s always got a lecture in the Kiss and Cry,” Yuuri says dreamily at one point. “Just like you.”

“Katsuki,” Yakov says, sitting very stiffly in the restaurant foyer as they wait for Victor to come collect his trashed fiancé. Yuuri, resting facedown against his shoulder, doesn’t see his face. “You’ve made him very happy.”

“Aww,” Yuuri slurs, smiling into Yakov’s coat. “You too.”

“Your landing on the Salchow today was atrocious,” Yakov says.

“You too,” Yuuri says. Unfortunately, this is the one part he remembers the next day.


When Yurio gives them both the shovel talk within an hour of each other.

Yuuri makes a small, distressed noise after they compare notes. “He’s so cute,” he says.

“Please go tell him that,” Victor says. (For some reason, Yuuri doesn’t.)

anonymous asked:

Selkie!Victor au in which he drops his coat and Yuri returns it to him

oh god how can I resist such a cute prompt. ;; I have a couple more lovely asks to respond to - how are you all so sweet; I don’t deserve you *ugly sobbing* - but as thanks for the birthday wishes and being so amazing and encouraging and ALSO FOR YOU ANON, for the adorable prompt and being so patient, have a little fantasy Ghibli-esque Selkie ficlet! <3

Late, late, late; he is so late.

Yuuri’s boots pound against the cobbles as he sprints down the streets. Setting that second alarm clock was a giant failure; he slept through the shrill screams of both clocks until his neighbor kicked his door down and promised a slow, painful death if he didn’t turn the goddamn things off. He really ought to consider Phichit’s suggestion for a night shift.

One hand on his tweed cap, Yuuri dodges round a lady, her hoop skirt covered with layers of frills. Tips his cap in greeting when her parasol tips to one side and she rests a hand on curved lips, lashes lowering coyly. It used to surprise him, just how many people are out and about at this time of day. While the rich and the foreign wander the town center with their fur coats and gold-plated walking canes, the average citizen is working—struggling—to make ends meet. 

Or they would be, if they got to their shift a good half-hour ago.

Yuuri’s rounding the corner when he slams, hard, into something—no, someone—that lets out an “oh!” in surprise. Yuuri flails as he stumbles, as he feels the pull of gravity tilting him backwards. His cap slips off and he sucks in a breath, bracing for impact against the rough pavement.

Only – none comes.

Strong hands grip his hips and yank him upright. Brings him face-to-face with silver hair that cascades past a set of lean shoulders, pink lips that curl in the shape of a heart, and the brightest, bluest eyes he has ever seen, an ocean so deep and vast that he loses his breath in their depths.

A foreigner. Only someone from across the sea would sport eyes of such color, such vibrancy.

“Are you all right?” the beautiful man asks.

Dazed, Yuuri nods, realizing belatedly that the man is still holding him, and his cap is on the ground with the man’s coat, and oh, that’s right, he is so late.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking and I…” Blushing, he snatches up the thick coat—light as air despite the heavy appearance—and shoves it into the man’s arms. “…here!”

“Oh,” the man says, blue eyes growing wide. “You—”

But Yuuri doesn’t hear the rest of the words; he’s already darting away, the slap of his boots echoing off the cobblestones.

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