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"Yuuri only knows one person who had hair like that: Victor Nikiforov was sitting on the stairs leading to Yuuri’s flat, waiting for him."
Commission for @neutronstarchild 's fic The Changing Winds.
#Yoi#Victor Nikiforov#viktor nikiforov#Victuuri#Yoi fic#Yoi art#Yoi fan art#Yoi anniversary#yuuri on ice#Yuri on ice#yuri!!! on ice#My art
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Yuuri On Ice (Mostly Viktuuri) Fic Recs
Zanka by rinsled05
A historical au set in the Edo period of Japan. Yuuri is a high-ranking courtesan (basically a prostitute) that Viktor meets while on a political trip to Japan. Very well-written and beautifully traumatic. I am a massive sucker for well-written historical aus, and from what I can tell, it's pretty accurate, and even if it wasn't, it still makes you feel the absolute horror of Yuuri's situation. This fic will put you through the emotional fucking wringer, but the ending is well-worth it.
Take Strength by stammiviktor
A post-canon fic about Yuuri and Viktor adopting a son. Tooth-rottingly sweet and domestic. We desperately need more kidfics in this fandom.
Polyglot Variations by spoken
A sort of character-study of Viktor and his life examined through the lens of his multilingualism. This is legit one of my favorite fanfics ever. This is literally so good and realistic that it feels like canon. It should be. Just. Fucking read it.
hood & glove by Fahye and hawberries
Otayuri fantasy au, where Yuri is a fairy and needs Otabek's help with the plot. I love Otayuri, but most of the fics I find of them aren't really up to my tastes, but this is really good, even if it is short. Fantasy aus don't tend to be my cup of tea, but if you like fantasy aus, you'll like this one.
he's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds by wingchestr
Some of the best fics in the yoi fandom are the ones that are both extremely fluffy and extremely smutty. This is one of them. Just a cute domestic fic about Viktor and Yuuri moving to Russia with a LOT of smut. Like, it's basically just 30k of well-written smut and couple bonding, and it's amazing.
#yuuri on ice#yoi#viktuuri#vikturi#victuuri#victuri#yuri on ice#yoi fanfic#yoi fic#yoi fic rec#yoi fanfiction#viktuuri fanfiction#viktuuri fanfic#viktuuri fic#viktuuri fic rec
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Updated one of my yoi fics
I may have been motivated by spite but I updated A Voice Weeping in the Distance after *checks notes* uh . . . 7 years
whoo
Check it out on Ao3
He was sitting in the stands, then, watching Victor Nikiforov skate his winning program. And as Victor finished his program, spinning fast and halting with his back arched and his arms thrown over his head, Yuuri felt . . . hate.
Hate.
It was from his soulmate. Yuuri’s hands shook. He balled them into fists.
His soulmate hated Victor Nikiforov.
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FIC: vitya on ice
role reversal fic where:
- vitya gets injured and quits skating
- yuuri goes to St Petersburg and asks him to be his coach
special thanks to my beta 2chi and my beloved prose wifey @nattyontherun for supporting me endlessly in my obsession for these boys <3
#yuri on ice#victuuri#victor nikiforov#yuuri katsuki#yoi#yoi fic#angst#angst with happy ending#mind tags#current wip
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Vitya being so turned on by the mere thought of Yuuri beating him in competition that Yuuri had to cockblock him because my Yuuri is a tease it was in the middle of practice wasn't in the outline of that scene I just wrote. I really don't know what happened there. Things just got pretty intense.
Can't wait to write about the first competition at which they will face-off!
#not really a writing update#just the things that happen when I write#viktor being turned on by yuuri surpassing him feels very in-character#In Love and War#ADTLTBAverse#yuri on ice#yoi fic#my yoi fic
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alright yoi fam, I'm missing everyone and need to slam fic in my eye orbs so- Gimmie a few of your fave yoi fics, any pairing and rating and tag mutuals to keep the train going
1. Fanboy by @arkhamcycle (Teen)
"Love!!! on Ice" is sure to be the greatest Wattpad-hosted love story of Viktor's day. At its center are Viktor's idol, world-renowned figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki, and the silver-haired boy whose heart he steals--Vitaly Nikulichev.
Yeah. Vitaly Nikulichev. Sure.
In which Viktor is 15 and writes Wattpad self-insert RPF about himself and Yuuri, and all hell breaks loose.
2. Call Everything on the Ice by @shysweetthing (Explicit)
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.
(The subtitle of this fic should be: Victor Nikiforov really needs a hug. Luckily, he gets one. Eventually.)
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“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.
Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?
3. Undiscovered Country by @shysweetthing (Explicit)
Yuuri wakes up in Victor’s room the night after the Sochi Grand Prix Final banquet. Did they sleep together? No. Instead, last night, Drunk Yuuri taunted Victor that he hadn’t earned the right to get in his pants…and spelled out exactly what Victor would have to do to get there.
Now, Victor intends to do everything on that list…
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“The conversation,” Victor says, “went something like this. You said I wasn’t getting in your pants that easily.”
Victor says this in a normal tone of voice. Anyone could hear him. Yuuri looks around, but if anyone is paying attention, they’re pretending not to.
“Naturally, I asked what I would have to do to get in your pants.”
“Ah.” Yuuri blushes. “How embarrassing. What do you mean, naturally? Why would you ask that?”
Victor tilts his head. “Because I want to get in your pants. I thought that much was obvious by now.”
4. Winter Song by @proantagonist (Explicit)
The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.
Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.
There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.
@mygeekcorner @tbiris @louciferish @jewishvitya
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hey yoi fans
i have to know. for science. (im sort of doing the same maybe)
*btw when I say iceado I mean a fic exploring how viktor was pre-yoi, possibly as a teenager. not necessarily a fic talking only about vik during his '06 olympics era or something and also not necessarily with vik as a teenager (or only as a teenager, maybe you have flashforwards who knows)
#yoi#yuri on ice#ice adolescence#iceado#viktor nikiforov#victor nikiforov#yuuri katsuki#yoi writers#yoi fic#yuri!!! on ice#yoi polls#poll#polls#writer
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In Which Yuri Plisetsky Definitely DOES NOT Have A Crush
This is an oldie that I wrote for an anthology that ended up only having two chapters, but it's still something that consistently makes me smile when I read it, so I figure I could share it again on its own.
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As much as Yuri liked to say that he knew he was right about everything, he was painfully aware that sometimes he made mistakes. He usually managed okay, because he was awesome and yelling seemed to fix most problems. Case in point: he found Viktor after flying to Japan despite not knowing a lick of Japanese purely because he yelled his name a lot. Yelling worked.
But, after this mistake, yelling didn’t work. Punching his wall didn’t work. He even tried to flip his bed, but it was too heavy, so he kicked it over and over. But that didn’t work, either. So, for the first time in his young life, Yuri had to think about how to fix a problem. And he might…
…have to talk to someone.
But who? Grandpa? No, Grandpa would listen, but he wouldn’t really get it. Mama? No. Ugh, god no, she’d coo over him and tell him how cute he was being. Mila would do the same thing. Georgi would start crying probably. Maybe Yakov? He wouldn’t get it. He did still have Viktor’s number…
No.
Viktor could never know.
Surprisingly, this whole…issue didn’t start until after the Onsen on Ice bullshit. Clearly, whatever weird practice regimen Viktor was doing with Yuuri was working, because he ended up winning. Even though Yuri was clearly the better skater, the minute that stupid pig got on the ice, something changed. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Yuri wasn’t sure if it was Katsudon’s face or steps or some sort of weird black magic demon stuff (which, admittedly, would have been really cool.). So he decided to watch some of his old videos to find out what it was. Know your enemy and all that.
This had been the mistake.
~
Before this, he’d only seen the pig skate at the Sochi GPF. He’d been impressed with his short program—and even more impressed by the death glare he’d given the camera while waiting for his score. Most skaters were all smiles or tears in the kiss and cry, but not Yuuri Katsuki. That’s the kind of skater Yuri wanted to be next year: stony-faced after success, too confident to be moved even by a personal best score.
Yuuri Katsuki was so cool.
But then there was the free skate. And Katsuki had just fallen to pieces. He fell, twice. What was wrong? Was he sick? Yuri wondered if buying one of his posters had been a bad idea. Maybe it had jinxed him.
If Yuri’s faith in Katsuki had wavered during that terrible skate, it was renewed when he went to the kiss and cry. Again, there was that death glare to the camera! So cool!! Yuuri Katsuki didn’t give a shit and it was awesome!
Once the final was over (Viktor had won again, big whoop. Yuri would fix that next year) and Yakov was off yelling at Viktor for whatever reason, Yuri slipped away. He was going to find Katsuki. He had to meet this cool, collected skater face to face. He’d probably have better tips for next year than Airhead Nikiforov.
Yuri pulled the hood of his jacket up and stuck his hands into his pockets, slinking through the halls. He had to look cool when he talked to Katsuki. It wasn’t like he was a dumb fanboy or anything. He was basically an equal. They were just gonna talk. Like skaters. Cool skaters.
It took him a minute to realize the nerdy guy with glasses walking down the hall was actually Katsuki. He looked so different on the ice. Maybe it was to deflect the tons of fans he probably had. He was so much smarter than Viktor; stupid Viktor just kept making the fan problem worse. Maybe getting a pair of glasses would get those damn Yuri’s Angels off his back.
Well, he’d get cool glasses. Like, cheetah print ones. But still.
Yuri focused as he watched Katsuki slip into the bathroom, phone out. Huh? What was he doing in there? Maybe he was going to fire his coach for making him lose! Ohh, that’d be cool to see! Yuri slinked out from the hall and leaned against a wall for a moment. He didn’t want to be creepy. So he waited, just for a little bit, then slipped into the bathroom.
Immediately, he heard sniffling from the middle stall, and someone speaking in a language he couldn’t understand. Probably one of the sucky Juniors. Yuri was always surprised at what babies the other competitors could be. Some of them were even older than him.
Well, let that baby cry. He was looking for Katsuki. He had to be in here somewhere, letting his coach have it over the phone. But all the other stalls were empty, save for the one the crying was coming from. So…
No.
NO.
Yuri stared hard at the stall. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. It couldn’t be Yuuri Katsuki crying in there. But he was so cool! So collected! He looked like he was gonna murder someone in the kiss and cry! So how could…why would…
As Yuri’s view of his new idol crumbled before him, he shook slightly. Rage began to fill him, and before he could stop himself, he kicked the stall door as hard as he could. A little yelp came from inside. Then, slowly, it opened.
Yuri glared at the man—if he could even call him that after crying like a little girl!—who opened the stall. Stupid Katsuki with his stupid glasses and his stupid falls. Katsuki froze up right in front of him, looking terrified. That just made Yuri even more angry. Where was the scary face he was wearing earlier?
Where was the Yuuri Katsuki he had seen on the ice?
He tried to find what to say. How could he bring back the other Yuuri Katsuki? The cool one? He glared for a moment longer, then pointed at Yuri.
“Hey.”
Katsuki didn’t respond. Yuri grit his teeth.
“I’m competing in the Senior division next year. We don’t need two Yuris in the same bracket.” Yuri spat out the name. To think, just a few hours ago he thought it was cool that they had the same name. “Maybe you should just retire already…” The rage bubbled out of him, and he shoved his face as close as he could to Katsuki’s as he yelled, “LOSER!”
He deliberately kept his walk slow as he exited the bathroom, making sure his words resonated with Katsuki. Hopefully he’d see it as a challenge. If one Yuri loved facing a challenge, the other would, too, right? Right?!
As he slunk down the halls, he came across Yakov.
“There you are! I swear, Yuri, you’re just as bad as Viktor when it comes to…” Yakov trailed off, catching the glower still on Yuri’s face. “Yurochka? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it!”
~
This dumb…thing did kind of explain a lot. It explained why he put up with Katsudon’s drunk bullshit at the Banquet. Sure, at first, he’d taken the dance contest as Katsuki’s attempt to challenge Yuri back. But…well, he was kind of fun and actually not a bad dancer (though Yuri was better) and…
Ugh. No. Focus, Yura.
It also explained why he didn’t immediately tear up the poster of Katsuki when he got home. He’d actually put it up on his wall, naturally, as a reminder of who he had to beat. Next year was going to be a competition of honor. He was going to make Katsuki work if he decided not to be a loser and retire. And maybe once in a while he’d laid in bed and stared at it while marveling over how Katsuki was so nerdy and awful off-ice, but how he was absolutely breath-takin—
Goddammit.
Anyway. Back to after Onsen on Ice. As mentioned earlier, he’d pulled up every video he could of the pig’s skating before the Grand Prix Fuckup, as a way to gauge what he did that made him so spellbinding. He watched his routines from Juniors, from the Japanese Nationals, from his practice sessions in Detroit. He watched them all again. And again.
The question of why Yuuri Katsuki was so amazing on ice wasn’t answered.
But the question of why Yuri was so obsessed with him was.
And he hated it.
So now he had to win. He had to train harder. And he told everyone that it was because that stupid pig had taken Viktor from Russia, so he had to prove that he didn’t need Viktor to win the GPF this year. And every time he saw an update of Katsudon’s progress, he was that much more motivated to be better than him.
~
Yuuko was the worst thing that ever happened to him. She reminded him of Mama, honestly; all enthusiasm and supportive of him even from abroad. She even kept texting him after Onsen on Ice and listened to his bitching about Lilia and Yakov.
That wasn’t why she was terrible. She was terrible because she kept giving him updates about the pig. Sure, some of them were prompted by him, but damn it, it wasn’t like he could stop himself from asking about stupid Katsudon! She should know not to tell him!
She was also terrible because she was teaching him Japanese. “In case you come back,” she said, sending a stupid little heart emoji. Granted, it was hard to learn Japanese via text. But one of the things that stuck was how to write his name.
ユーリ. プリセツキー.
If he’d had literally any other name in the world, that would have been cool to know. He’d write it everywhere, because Japanese looked cool and he could brag about it. But one idle thought, tapped out in a moment of weakness, had ruined this forever.
“is that how the other yuri spells his name too?”
Given the amount of emojis that followed, Yuuko’s nose was probably gushing blood. (Because that was just a thing that happened to Japanese people???) He shut his phone off immediately and hid in his room for the next eighteen hours.
Most of that time was spent kicking his bed enough to scare poor Potya off of it while blasting loud music over his headphones to drown out the shame.
A very small, insignificant part of it was spent listening to some dumb love song he’d downloaded on a whim. And, while listening, he definitely didn’t get teary over the injustice of being so misunderstood in the seriousness of his situation, and he sure as hell didn’t write out, in tiny, tiny characters, “Юрий + ユーリ”before scribbling angrily over them.
He wasn’t some sap.
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Yuri really needed to burn that damn poster.
He’d brought it with him to Lilia’s to motivate him. To remind himself why he was fighting so hard, and whose beautiful STUPID UGLY FAT FACE he wanted to smash into the ice with his GPF victory. It was brought solely because of that reason. Definitely not because, after all of his purely academic searching of images, he thought it was one of the best official portraits of the pig yet. Certainly not because he found himself admiring the way Katsudon held himself in that pose. Absolutely not because it’s one of the few portraits where you can see that the pig’s eyes are a soft brown and a few pieces of hair had fallen across his forehead and his lips are slightly parted and maybe once or twice or five times in the middle of the night a stupid thought had entered Yuri’s head and he might have stood up on tiptoes and leaned forward to…
The first night Lilia wakes up to find Yuri Plisetsky screaming into a pillow, she worries. After that, she just lets him keep going until he feels better.
God knows she did the same thing at his age.
~
Mila prodded him into watching the Cup of China. “We have to support Georgi,” she’d said.
Hag. She knew exactly who they were going to watch, and it sure as hell wasn’t Georgi.
But he’d be fine. He’d be fine. He’d already seen the Eros routine, like, eighty times. He could probably skate it himself if he wanted to.
Skate it himself and look better doing it.
He tried to look as indifferent as possible as the pig got on the ice. He watched the tv with complete disinterest. His heart definitely didn’t jump as Yuuri the stupid ugly pig landed a perfect quad Salchow, using the exact method Yuri had taught him. When Mila pointed out that he’d tugged his straw out of his juice box during Katsudon’s performance, he loudly informed her that he’d done that on purpose and anyway juice boxes were for babies.
Due to some bad luck and thirst, his juice box was empty. Otherwise, he absolutely would have sprayed fruit punch right into Mila’s stupid face due to the smug look she gave him.
Even so, he managed all right with Eros. Basically complete disinterest. But then came the pig’s free skate the next day. He hadn’t seen that one fully.
Goddamn, he hadn’t been prepared.
His eyes were transfixed as he watched Yuuri skate. If he had been spellbinding before, he was an angel now. Yuri couldn’t even get angry about the falls and over-rotation. Katsuki was the picture of grace: neck outstretched, arms graceful, step sequence flawless. Yuri stared, jaw dropped and throat tight, as Katsuki tried to land the quad flip. It didn’t work, but the fact that he even tried to do something on Viktor’s level…
Yuuri finished, hand outstretched toward the camera, chest heaving and brown eyes wide and clearly so, so proud of himself. Yuri felt his heart flip. A part of his brain whispered, Let yourself have this. Succumb. Let yourself acknowledge that you have a cru—
And that’s when Viktor kissed the pig right on international television.
Mila whistled. “Well, guess we should’ve expected this from our Viktor. But that was some performance, don’t you…Yura, are you crying?”
“No!”
He definitely wasn’t crying. He definitely wasn’t jealous. He just…
He wanted to win so badly, was all.
~
The road to the GPF is hard enough without this…thing. So Yuri pushes it down and focuses. Before, he’d just wanted to win to prove to Katsudon that he was the better skater and that he was the best Yuri and that only losers cried and got kissed on television.
But then that shithead JJ came along.
Twice—fucking twice!—that self-absorbed Canadian snuck in and grabbed the gold. Even after Yuri snagged a personal best! He’d been so thrown that he’d actually caved and been nice to Katsudon. (Well, sort of. He’d still kicked him and yelled at him, and most of the motivation was showing how cool his Grandpa was.) He wasn’t even bothered by the fact that he slipped and more or less wished him a happy early birthday (which was November 29th and it didn’t matter how he knew that.)
Yuuri Katsuki wasn’t his target anymore. Now, JJ was the one to beat.
He could lose to Katsudon (he wouldn’t, but that wasn't the point) and be okay if it meant that fucking JJ was below him. But god, that first place spot on the podium would be the best place to watch JJ squirm in his failure. So no more Grandpa, no more Katsudon.
His motivation was ruining JJ’s life.
And, surprise, it worked.
The thing creeps up again when he stands on the podium with Katsudon and Otabek (who, by the way, was his new super-cool best friend). Despite losing, the pig is still genuinely happy. Maybe he really is proud of Yuri. Maybe it’s from the engagement (?) or because he’s glad Yuri kept him from retiring like an idiot. But he’s smiling and care-free and goddammit, for a moment Yuri wonders if that whole “skating for love or whatever” thing actually wasn’t bullshit.
But then he remembers that he won his gold purely out of spite, and that snaps him out of thinking like a sap.
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For one bright shining moment after the GPF, Yuri thought he finally, finally had someone to talk about this with. He had a friend. One that he made on his own! Surely Otabek would have some advice on what to do with this.
But there was one problem.
Beka…was really, really cool.
He was a DJ! He skated like he was in a war! He rode a cool scooter and wore sunglasses inside and was technically an adult and went to cool clubs and he was just so cool.
And the coolest thing of all was that he thought Yuri was cool, too. He said he had the eyes of a soldier. The eyes of a soldier! That was, by far, THE COOLEST thing anyone had ever said about him ever.
But this whole thing with Katsudon was definitely not cool. He’d just come off as some dumb, drooling teenage fanboy. So Beka could never know.
But there was a problem.
The pig had moved to St. Petersburg. So now they were rinkmates. And he’d expected it’d be like when he’d become Viktor’s rinkmate: he’d finally see all of the flaws and how terrible Katsudon was when he was around him for more than a week. He was expecting relief.
Instead, he was pretty sure he was in hell.
Shitty Katsudon was nice to him. He invited him over to his and Viktor’s place or when they went to explore the city. He asked for help with translations when Viktor wasn’t around and taught him how to use chopsticks. Sometimes he called him “Yura” instead of “Yurio” and it made him want to die.
He had to talk about it. He had to get this awful strangling feeling that was nice but also the worst thing in the entire world out of his chest. If he didn’t, he would probably die. And it’d be the lamest way to die ever.
But again, who could he talk to? Beka was too cool. Lilia would probably tell him to kill that part of himself (to which he would yell back “What do you think I’ve been trying to do, hag?!” And then he’d have to do an hour of grand adages.) Yakov and Grandpa wouldn’t understand, because they were old men. Mama and Mila would be terrible. And Viktor…god no.
But who? Who would understand the pain of having a…..c r u s h……..on someone who would probably never, ever think of him that way?
No.
No.
NooooooooooOOOOOOOOOO.
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Hell wasn’t having your crush live nearby and be friendly to you. It wasn’t having your crush be a rinkmate and constantly have to look at his stupid fat beautiful face on the ice while listening to his fiancé gush over how beautiful his stupid fat beautiful face was. It wasn’t having catching your crush making out with said fiancé in the locker room when all you fucking wanted was to put on your skates.
Hell was your crush being the best option to talk to about having a crush on him.
“Did you mean to text me this morning?” the pig asked as they warmed up. Yuri felt like he was going to throw up.
“If I didn’t want to text you, I wouldn’t have sent it, dumbass.” Yuri hissed out the insult to really drive home the fact that Katsudon wasn’t that important to him and he totally hadn’t been staring at his phone for an hour before finally sending the ‘i wanna talk after practice” text to him.
The stupid pig stared at him curiously, but nodded. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I’ll tell you after practice.” Yuri hopes his face isn’t red, because Jesus Christ does he not need that right now, and he skates away. To try and combat the anxious feeling building in his chest, he does a quad Salchow right there and then.
It doesn’t help much, but it does look cool.
Practice drags on forever. Yakov makes him do drills like some novice. Viktor and Yuuri are all over each other on the ice, giggling and kissing and generally just being gross. Yuri debates calling off the stupid talk and just going home to throw up instead. But that won’t make him feel any better. He has to do this, even if it’s the worst thing he’s ever done.
The two Yuris exit the ice while Viktor hangs back to be yelled at by Yakov probably for being an idiot. In the locker room, Katsudon is the one who brings up Yuri’s impending death.
“So what did you want to—”
“Not here!” Yuri hisses, then glares down at his skates. “I don’t want Viktor to hear. Just…just you.”
He chances up a glance at the pig, who looks surprised and…what, touched?...at his statement. He quickly adds, “Will you be able to survive being away from him that long, pig?”
Yuuri gives him that infuriating smile that says he knows Yuri’s being prickly on purpose, and he says, “I think I can manage for a little bit, yeah.”
Katsudon doesn’t say any more on the subject, even after they’re changed and marching out into the Russian winter. Yuuri pulls out his phone—probably to text Viktor some gushy love crap—and Yuri tries not to look at him or think about how it’s kind of cute that his ears get red in the cold because that’s a LAME and STUPID thing to think about.
Yuri leads the way into the first café he sees, with Katsudon following quietly after. When the idiot fumbles his order, Yuri barks it out for him. He orders the same tea with milk at every place, it’s not like Yuri pays attention or anything.
It’s not until they’re both sitting, hot drinks in hand, in a very cute corner of the café that would be a very nice area for a date that would never ever happen, that Katsudon decides it’s time for Yuri to die.
“So what did you want to talk about?”
Yuri fidgets. He takes a long drink of tea. He burrows his nose into his scarf. Yuuri is annoyingly patient with him, watching him with those stupid doe eyes. Finally, Yuri swallows, keeping half his face buried in his scarf.
“What do you do...when you like someone?” Yuri grimaces and tries to burrow deeper into his scarf. “Like…really like them?”
Immediately Yuuri’s face softens, and he smiles. “I’m…not really sure I’m the right person to ask about this, Yura.”
“Yes, you are. Everyone else would be stupid about it.” The pig will probably be stupid, too, but with Yuri’s current condition, he could tolerate that stupidity. He watched Yuuri hard, frowning beneath his scarf, as the pig stayed quiet, stupidly soft brown eyes staring down at his cup. Was he just not going to talk? Was that better or worse?
“Okay, but really. I…don’t know what to suggest to you. Tell them?”
“Нет.”
“Why?”
Yuri grimaces as he feels his face grow hot. He hated this. Hated. This. Maybe he could just strangle himself with his scarf. “H-They’re seeing someone.”
“Oh…”
“I don’t want your pity, pig! I want a solution!” Yuri snaps, earning a couple glances their way.
Yuuri puffs out a breath, looking away. “I…I don’t know what to tell you.” He gave a small smile, an awful one that made Yuri’s heart ache so hard he nearly punched himself in the chest. “I know you’ll think I’m a loser for this, but…it’s only been Viktor since I was twelve. I spent most of my life pining for someone who didn’t know I even existed. I didn’t think he’d ever see me like I saw him.”
“That’s exactly how I feel,” Yuri blurts before he could stop himself. “And it sucks. It really sucks!”
“I know it does.”
“And then I see him and if he does literally anything, I just…it’s like I’m having a heart attack and it doesn’t stop and I like it but I also really, really hate it, Katsudon. I hate it so much!”
“Having a crush is the worst,” Yuuri agrees.
“It is!”
This conversation is surprisingly…not terrible. Yuri seemed to be doing a good job of keeping Katsudon in the dark, and Yuuri was giving him exactly the kind of sympathy he’d been dying for. Which probably wouldn’t help in the crush department, but in the moment, it feels so good to get it all out. Yuri slumps forward, chin plopping into his hands.
“The worst is when he skates,” he mutters, looking at his quickly cooling tea. “He’s like something out of a dream. Like the moment he’s out there…”
“The whole world stops, and it’s just him.” Yuuri says these words slowly, and Yuri starts to nod, but he freezes as he catches the emotions flitting over Katsudon’s face.
Realization.
Guilt.
Distress.
Sympathy.
Shit.
Yuri sits up straight, eyes wide. For the first time in his life, he’s speechless. He fucked up. He really, really fucked up.
Katsudon knew.
Was there even any way to recover from this? Should he just die? What was the quickest way to manage that? He was already in hell, so it wouldn’t be any worse than just sitting here, staring at Katsudon who now totally knew that he had a crush on him.
Just as Yuri was about to throw the table and run, a hand reached out to rest on his arm. If he wasn’t in shock, he would have thrown it off and continued with the table plan. But considering his entire world was crumbling at the moment, he couldn’t do anything more than stare up at Yuuri—stupid fucking beautiful shitty understanding asshole Yuuri—mutely and wait for the inevitable, “Oh, Yurochka, I’m so sorry…”
It didn’t come immediately. For a long moment, Yuuri simply stared at him. He wasn’t mad—which was good but also not because if he’d been mad then they could fight and Yuri was good at that—but he didn’t look too happy either. After a long moment, he moved his chair closer. What was he doi—?
Yuri’s crumbling world came to a grinding halt as the stupid pig pulled him into a tight hug.
This wasn’t like the Rostelecom Cup. He couldn’t fight this; he was in too much shock. So he just sat there, stock still, as Yuuri gave him what had to be one of the top five best hugs in his life.
“It sucks,” Yuuri finally whispered. “I know it does. It’s the worst thing in the world. And…and it’s really, really unfair that I got the ending I did.”
Yuri manages a stiff nod. Yuuri just hugs him tighter and he feels himself melt, just a bit, into the hug before Yuuri pulls back to look at him with the most hopeful, wonderful smile he’d ever seen.
“But Yura, you’re amazing. Look at what you did at the GPF, and I know you’re gonna make us all work three times as hard at Worlds!” His look softened, and his smile warmed. “You’ll find your own Viktor someday, I know you will.”
Yuri’s soul is forcibly ejected from his body.
“You think…I…Viktor?!”
“Like I said, I completely understand, and…” Yuuri’s cut off as Yuri gets to his feet and kicks his chair back. “Yu—”
“This conversation’s over, pig!”
It turned out, hell wasn’t talking to your crush about your feelings for him.
Hell was having your crush think you liked Viktor FUCKING Nikiforov.
#yuri!!! on ice#yoi#yurio#yuri plisetsky#katsuki yuuri#viktor nikirofov#After all this time I still love my son so much#fic#yoi fic#one-shot
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There’s a Freya Marske Yuri on Ice fic with aerial acrobatics??? 👀
ohohoho oh i get to spread my FAVORITE yoi fic ✨✨🥺😈
Stargazer - sci-fi world far in the future where an aerial sport called ballisting has been the pastime of nobility for centuries—yuuri, however, is a self-taught commoner who catches viktor's eye thru a stream, lovely shit ensues, i love this fic soooo much 😭
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Hello everyone! This is my gift for @yurionice-secretsanta for @puddlesontherocks!
Yuuri works, as he does every year, at his family's stall at the local Christmas market. When Victor, the guy from the nearby stall, "falls" for him, his winter becomes a lot warmer, and sweeter than ever.
It's my Christmas market au, it came to my mind all of a sudden and I knew I had to bring it to life! My main goal was to make it as fluffy and cozy as I could, and I really hope I managed to do that.
In case anyone reads it, thank you so much🩷
#yuri on ice#katsuki yuri#viktor nikiforov#yuuri katsuki#victor nikiforov#victuuri#yuri!!! on ice#viktuuri#yoi fic#yuri on ice fanfic#fanfiction#yoi fanfic#ao3
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The Fairy and the Angel (will kick your ass if you call them that) | Yuri on Ice x PJO Fic (Fic Rec)
summary:
Yuri Plisetsky was as normal as you could get. Sure, he was soon going to be an internationally acclaimed Russian figure skater as soon as he was old enough to qualify, but other than that, he was normal.
Then he found an Italian boy wearing an aviator's jacket, passed out near the local rink, and suddenly, things... changed.
Well, it wasn't obvious at the time. Hell, after the kid left, with a promise to write him letters, he hadn't really been expecting anything except a close friendship and probably a lawsuit as soon as he figured out which kinda neglectful parent leaves their narcoleptic ten year old alone in an unfamiliar country.
But Nico di Angelo was an enigma, who brought trouble no matter how hard he tried not to, and chaos inevitably followed.
i.e Yuri and Nico are pen pals. Yuri is concerned. Nico is trying not to concern him. It is not working.
this is so underrated its insane. 20k hits (well thats still a lot of people but, HELLO?)
FOR A 240K WORD FIC???
anyway. yuri (the russian one. if you dont know how to differentiate, russian blond teen is one u. Yuri. the japanese adult black-haired guy is Yuuri.)
(also hes sometimes called Yurio or Yura)
summary is self-explanatory
i honestly didnt know i needed this until now. im really enjoying reading pov yuri
ALSO. for you rick riordan fans. this includes like so many different series from the books and characters
SO FUCKING GOOD (also unique too, not just entirely canon compliant with the exception of fandom fusion)
i dont wanna say too much aghh.
#read on ao3#ao3fic#fic rec#not my fic#fic recommendation#fanfic rec#fanfic recommendation#yuri!!! on ice#yoi#yoi fic#pjo fic
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Across The Universe
Detroit: Yuri’s done the math. He done the research and the consideration and the planning. This will be his last year of competitive figure skating, and this time next year, he’ll be moving on to grad school. No matter what, though, Yuri hopes to hold onto Victor in any way that he can. Even if he has to compromise and change his own dreams to do it.
St. Petersburg: Victor is tired of compromising. Tired of having dreams deferred, of stealing moments in the off season and after competitions to spend time with Yuri. The way he sees it, there are only two options: keep Yuri in competitive skating, or find a way to stay by Yuri’s side after this year is through. Because if there’s anything that Victor knows for certain, it’s that he’s never letting anything come between him and his soulmate ever again.
But how far are Yuri and Victor willing to go to protect the other’s dreams? And with a whole universe separating them, will a soulmate bond really be enough to hold them together when it matters most?
**Part Three of the Defy the Stars Trilogy**
Soulmates!AU • College! AU(kinda) • Happy Ending
Read Chapter Thirty-Two here!
In which Victor and Yuri feverishly hope that the other one will make the first move, and a stalemate ensues.
Posting every Friday (ish), chapter preview below the cut
Yuri was late to practice. In his defense, though, it had been a long flight, and a seemingly endless trip to the athlete’s village, and no sooner had he gotten to his room than Junichi was knocking on his door, peppering him with questions about how interviews had been and whether he’d managed to land a flip yet and by the time Yuri managed to actually eat something and change into practice clothes, he was supposed to be at the rink to start off ice warm-ups, and by the time he was there to start warming up, everyone else was already out on the ice.
So in the end he only got a weak warm-up in, nowhere near the amount of time he actually should have given it, and then an even weaker amount of time to actually get a feel for the ice.
And not just any ice. The ice. The main rink. Olympic rings below him. A scattering of spectators and media up in the stands to watch him, to speculate and criticize. It made Yuri want to throw up.
(How was it, just earlier today, that he’d managed to be excited for all of this?)
Seeing Victor standing at the other end of the rink, staring blankly at him, wasn’t any help. And Yuri didn’t have to wonder anymore if he had it in him to go up to his soulmate right away and reopen everything between them. He knew now that he didn’t have the courage to do it. And he was frankly relieved that Victor was the first person off the ice now that practice was over—while Yuri himself was still all the way at the other end of the rink—because that just meant he could put everything off for just a little bit longer.
Tomorrow, Yuri told himself. I can talk to him tomorrow.
Because one thing was for certain: even if Yuri’s cowardice and anxiety were swallowing him whole now, the moment he had seen Victor he had known in his soul that he didn’t want to let Victor go. He knew Patrick was right, that if he waited around to long, then Victor would move on. He had seen it in the way Victor was skating, before he’d come onto the ice. And Yuri didn’t want that. He wanted Victor to be happy, yes, but he wanted to be the one who made Victor happy. He wanted the life that Victor’s short program described.
Continue on Ao3
#yuri on ice fic#yuri on ice#yoi fic#yoi#victuuri fic#victuuri#Yuri!!! on ice#victor nikiforov#yuri katsuki#phichit chulanont#yuri plisetsky#georgi popovich#christophe giacometti#makkachin#celestino cialdini#yakov feltsman#mila babicheva#does include oc's#chasing starlight#defy the stars trilogy#posted fic#after we saw the stars#across the universe#awsts: atu#Yuri: if Victor wanted me back he would have said so :(#Victor: if Yuri wants me back he's gonna have to make the first move :I#also rip Georgi he's just in the background getting abused through all of this#shoutout to Junichi the real MVP of moving the plot forward here
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Could Be the One - Lifetime Opportunity
Chapters: 13/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leo de la Iglesia/Ji Guang-Hong, Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Characters: Leo de la Iglesia, Ji Guang-Hong, Otabek Altin, Yuri Plisetsky, Emil Nekola, Michele Crispino, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Lee Seung Gil
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sexual Frustration, Drunkenness, Hangover, Slow Build, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Separations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Homophobic Language, Budding Love, Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Masturbation, Sexual Harassment, First Dates, First Christmas, Opportunities
Series: Part 5 of Met by Accident
Summary:
Leo and Guang-Hong enjoy their time together until the former has to return to work where a conversation with a coworker has the possibility of changing Leo's life forever.
Amelia had gotten engaged on New Year’s Eve, Leo congratulating her and asking to see her ring. Mamie finally built up the courage to take night classes to earn her masters while Heather spent two weeks backpacking in Italy with two of her closest friends. All had mixed feelings about being back but responsibilities called, Leo agreeing with an exaggerated whine to put his own humorous spin on things. The group parted to get back to work but Heather stopped him before he put his earbuds back in.
“Leo, can I talk with you for a minute?” Heather questioned.
He was clueless as he followed his friend into the room, sitting in a chair across from the piano bench. The smile on Heather’s face was reassuring yet had seen the same on others when dire news had been delivered to him. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, he returned her smile and waited for her to speak.
“My cousin stopped by the other day and we got to talking. You came up in the conversation,” Heather said.
“Ok,” Leo said.
#Could Be the One#leoji#leoji fic#leo de la iglesia#guang-hong ji#yoi#yoi fic#yuri on ice fics#yuri on ice
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Me parece increíble la cantidad de cosas que puedes llegar a aprender a la hora de documentarte para escribir una fic o una historia. Desde el contexto de vida de los personajes, hasta el cómo se desarrollan sus trabajos y profesiones. 😺
Me pregunto qué dirían mis padres si les dijera que me puse a leer artículos y ver videos de la época victoriana para escribir una fic AU de Yuri on Ice y no porque me lo hayan pedido en la escuela.
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just here to say i’m so excited about the wolfstar ice skating fic you have no idea holy crap
Ahhh oh my God same okay so it actually turned out so much better than I expected. I thought, eh, this'll be a weird fluff fic and it doesn't matter but, you know what, I really love this fic. Lots of sexual tension, some tender moments, INCREDIBLE MUSIC (thanks to @billsfangearring 😘), and Pete just being the absolute best thing in the whole world
#i got an ask!#Thanks friend!#YOI fic#YOI Wolfstar AU#Bird Set Free#Billie truly gave me a perfect song to use in this fic#Not the title song but BETTER THAN#And then knowing THAT song gave me ANOTHER perfect song#It's magical#I'm so excited to start posting this fic#Editing first and then it's fucking on babe
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Can You Hear My Heartbeat Chapter 26 is live!
I apologise for the long wait that probably chased away a good fraction of the readers this story had last year. I am deeply grateful for everyone who hasn't given up on this story as well as for the handful of people who discovered it during the break and who kept reading up to this chapter. Thank you for staying from the bottom of my heart ❤️
Title: Abstractions of the heart and concretions on the ice
Summary:
Yuuri returns from the press conference and finds that the speech he has designed to lay bare his heart to a man larger than life, sowed tons of misconceptions and confusion. And these do nothing to disperse his greatest fear that Viktor might turn down his kokuhaku.
Excerpt & link below
The days following the Chu-Shikoku-Kyushu-Regionals had been an emotional rollercoaster for Yuuri. Drunk on the feeling of placing first and with a waning brain bruise, the annual press conference at which the skaters of Team Japan presented their themes for the upcoming Grand Prix Series had seemingly come and gone at lightning speed. When Yuuri reached the gate of the onsen, the rollercoaster in his stomach was nearing its final loop.
Swallowing, he took the handle of his suitcase and pulled it along the pathway to his home. A mild breeze rustled through trees, and the occasional golden leaf tumbled to the ground. Although he had been away for only one night, it was as if the Yuuri who had left this house had been replaced by another man on the way.
This is ridiculous, he thought as he pushed open the door. I’m still me. I’ve just had to work out some things.
Read the chapter here:
Seven years after YOI aired, probably not many fans have need of reading yet another novelisation, but if the following criteria appeal to you
⛸️ novelisation that fills all the gaps in the anime and answers all the open questions
⛸️ in-depth exploration Yuuri and Viktor as individual characters as their relationship, including lots of cute Viktuuri moments and banter
⛸️ attention to detail regarding canon-compliance and portraying in-character characters
⛸️ summer of mutual pining
⛸️ slow-burn
⛸️ canonical soulmates
⛸️ Japanese traditions and festivities
⛸️ smut (in the chapters I've posted so far, they're not there yet, but once they are... well... )
⛸️and lots of fantastic figure skating
I'd be happy if you check this one out!
#yuri on ice#yoi#yoi fic#katsuki yuuri#viktor nikirofov#viktuuri#viktor x yuuri#can you hear my heartbeat#novelisation#figure skating#anime#ADTLTBAverse#a tale of true love and fantastic figure skating#canon fic#ao3 fanfic#yuri!!! on ice#fanfiction#ao3#this story is my love letter to yoi#please check it out
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