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Get loved, idiot 💙💜💛
I'm still trying to figure out Wafrn's functions and I thought the "rewoot" option let you add a comment but apparently it's similar to Bluesky and you need to use the quote option for that 🙈 Anyway, I drew the cover for this amazing sequel and I'd be happy if y'all checked it out, it's really been scratching my itch for more YOI goodness 💙
Hi, I'm Cat! 🐈⬛ I'm a queer anime and figure skating fan from Germany. #YuriOnIce has been my current obsession for the last couple of years and I'm working on a series of #viktuuri-centred fanfictions that expand canon. When the mood strikes, you will find me post the occasional character or plot analysis because I love analysing the things I obsess over.
I have no idea how this platform works, but after nuking my account on the dead-bird site for moral reasons, I'm eager to try out new things. Looking forward to meeting other skating fans and #YOI fans who love canon discussions!
hello hello glad to be here! took a look around and this seems like a much more peaceful space than any other site i’ve tried to settle into with regard to fandoms lmaoo so here we are, woohoo :)
you’ll probably see me rambling most about general life and hualian but i might let some viktuuri brainrot leak in too <3 looking forward to meeting people! #hualian #tianguancifu #tgcf #viktuuri #victuuri #yurionice
SOULMATES (Viktuuri Week Day 7)
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The concept of soulmates has always been fraught. Can you really tie yourself to one person forever over some cockamamie concept of fate?
But then Yuuri turned on a television, and the man who flowed on the ice spoke to him in a language that seemed embedded into his very soul.
“Follow me,” it said, and Yuuri followed.
His feet bled and his skin was mottled with bruises as he chased that beautiful skater. His own skates reaching out a hand and trying to grab at someone who would never know he existed.
Not unless he kept working as hard as he could.
Because Yuuri knew, to skate on the same ice as his idol; that was what he was meant to do.
Victor Nikiforov didn’t believe in soulmates. He knew well enough that people threw those words around to strip you bare and shatter your heart. His love was divided cleanly between the ice, Makkachin, and his coach. He didn’t need anything more.
Until the day he let his soul cry on the ice: “I’m lonely”, and someone heard. Yuuri Katsuki probably didn’t understand that he changed Victor’s life that night, but from then on, Victor believed in soulmates.
LOVE (Viktuuri Week Day 6)
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Love was a mask that Victor threw over his face. He forced his eyes to sparkle and his lips to curl into a longing smile.
“Is there a special someone, Mr. Nikiforov?”
“A gentleman never tells…”
The sweaty flings and casual goodbyes could bring touch to Victor’s skin when the emptiness tried to swallow him whole, but it never left him full. It simply took the edge off of it all.
Victor loved skating.
The ice was all he needed. It was what could keep him whole. What could make the smile real.
Well… that and Makkachin.
Was it fate to meet a broken skater, drinking and dancing with such abandon one night at a banquet? Was it fate to find out that man had lost his own dog not even 24 hours earlier?
Maybe it wasn’t.
Maybe fate only compelled Yuuri Katsuki to skate Stay Close to Me.
Everything else was Victor’s choice.
To fall in love with a quiet seaside town in Japan.
To fall in love with coaching.
And most importantly, to fall in love with that broken skater.
The one who loved him back.
The one whose love made Victor, for the very first time, whole.
PASSION (Viktuuri Week Day 5)
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It started with a girl. One he admired, one who skated like an angel on the ice. Yuuri wanted to be Yuuko, so he laced up his skates and practiced endlessly, until he could match her every move.
Yet he never could quite figure out if his passion lay on the ice. Was it for the joy of feeling the glide of blades under his feet, or was it for the pride of skating on the same ice as the Madonna of Ice Castle Hasetsu?
It continued with a boy. On a snowy locker room television, watching the Junior World Championships and seeing the most beautiful thing he could ever imagine, silver hair flowing and perfect lines as he possessed the ice. Yuuri stared enraptured at Victor Nikiforov, and for the next 12 years of his life he never looked away.
It ended with a man, one Yuuri had chased for so long. Yuuri laced up his skates and poured his passion onto the ice, skating an ode to his idol, to Victor.
He never imagined that his solo skate would morph into a duet, or that he would show his passion for Victor to the world, hand in hand.
REINVENTION (Viktuuri Week Day 4)
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“What do you want me to be to you?”
Victor asked that question so many times in his life, to so many people. They would always answer. They wanted something casual (fine by him). They wanted him to look coquettish when he flashed that watch at the camera. The artistry was great and all, but quads are so exciting!
He often wondered if there was any him left, or if he’d disintegrated and died inside the shell that kept getting newer and newer coats of paint.
Then someone asked him to be his coach.
And Victor declared that he would reinvent himself again.
“What do you want me to be to you?”
Victor would not say he had expectations of Yuuri exactly, but the banquet echoed through his mind. The dancing and the grinding and all that was in between. It was the backdrop to On Love: Eros’s creation and why he tried so hard to “work on their relationship” (in the bedroom.) So when they sat on the beach, and he waited for Yuuri to tell him what he needed to be, what his new mask should look like…
“I want you to stay who you are, Victor!”
OH.
HOME (Viktuuri Week Day 3)
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The gull cries in St. Petersburg; that’s what Victor considered proof that there was a place he called home. It’s where he found Makkachin, trembling under the bench of a streetcar stop. It’s where he sat with his coach, their heads together, as they challenged the laws of physics time and time again.
It’s where he slept on high thread count sheets and relaxed in a bathtub large enough to sleep in after a long day, and ate the most luxurious of meals.
Was that not home?
It was a place not easy to leave, even with the dream of coaching and sex as his wings. But when he waved goodbye, the ties that bound him there crumbled away.
And then Yuuri told him he was hearing black-tailed gulls. And they sat on a strip of beach together petting Makkachin and listening to the waves.
The onsen was better than a bath too, because it was enjoyed with Yuuri. The katsudon was cooked by someone who called Victor son, and pranks were played by mischievous triplets who shadowed their idol.
Yuuri would smile and lean against Victor as they looked over Yuuri’s skate.
And Victor understood that he found home.
SECRETS (Viktuuri Week Day 2)
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There were things that Yuuri would never tell Victor about, like his poster collection. How Yuuri plastered his room with his idol, ensuring that every place he looked he could see those blue eyes reassuring him, motivating him, inspiring him.
He would never put to words the way he whispered to the framed photo on his desk—something he found on eBay claiming to be Victor Nikiforov’s real signature—asking Victor in a silent voice if he would ever be good enough to skate on the ice together. Or that he would sometimes run his finger over the black ink (under protective glass of course), promising to do his best so one it would be more than just a picture staring back at him.
Yuuri kept those posters hidden, never to see the light of day, because he could never tell Victor about the heated nights he looked at his favorite, awakening a part of him that yearned for his idol’s touch on his skin, panting in the night alone, in secret.
Victor would never tell Yuuri about the day he found those posters. Or how he made sure that the framed photo on Yuuri’s desk contained his real signature.
MUSIC (Viktuuri Week Day 1)
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Victor remembers the first time he heard it, watching the way Yuuri’s body sang without words. It was a frenetic and panicked melody, scratching against the soundtrack of the skate, a cry in notes of anguish fighting against the upbeat jaunts playing on the loudspeaker.
Victor had to look away.
Then came Stammi Vicino. Victor heard every aria while he watched Yuuri skate, but instead of the crooning tenor, it was sung by a soprano, Yuuri’s movements promising that there would be an end to the loneliness of Victor’s song.
In Hasetsu, Victor enjoyed the hum of a well-practiced melody while Yuuri skated figures, each movement thrumming chords of a well-loved instrument, a maestro who made the familiarity of those notes profound. Victor wondered if anyone had ever heard his music.
After all those months together on the ice, Victor could hear Yuuri’s lyrics with the music of his body. He relished in the seductive whispers of Eros, and the lofting declarations of Yuri on Ice.
But it was the quad flip in the end that sang the most beautiful song.
Because the moment he launched into the air, Yuuri sang at the top of his lungs: I love you.
I write several double drabbles for #viktuuriweek and did not think to post them here! I shall fix that immediately!
Viktuuri Week ran from October 2-8 on Tumblr
https://www.tumblr.com/viktuuri-week
Viktuuri Week's themes were:
❤️ Music
🧡 Secrets
💛 Home
💚 Reinvention
💙 Passion
💜 Love
🩷 Soulmates
Chapter 6 of "A Song of Fiery Birds and Endless Winter" is live on #ao3
As the men's individual event commences, Yuuri's hopes to prevent another disaster rest on Viktor's advice alone. Meanwhile, the story of Viktor's short programme develops a life on its own…
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50095477/chapters/126592150
#YuriOnIce #YOI #fanfiction #KatsukiYuuri #ViktorNikiforov #Viktuuri #fandomEvent #anime
Chapter 5 of "A Song of Fiery Birds and Endless Winter" is up!
After Viktor came to watch Yuuri's practice, Yuuri is in fanboy heaven. And while Phichit has set his mind on giving dating advice and preparing Yuuri for his next hypothetical encounter with his idol, Viktor is enamoured Yuuri's beautiful skating…
#YuriOnIce #YOI #fanfiction #AO3 #fandom #anime #fandomEvent #KatsukiYuuri #ViktorNikiforov #Viktuuri
The next two chapters of "A Song of Fiery Birds and Endless Winter" are live on AO3!
Yuuri and Viktor are both in a very dark place when something happens that neither of them could have foreseen...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50095477/chapters/126588781
#YuriOnIce #YOI #fanfiction #fandom #fandomEvent #KatsukiYuuri #ViktorNikiforov #Viktuuri #AO3
Viktuuri pas de deux Eros-version!
You set up a chat, fully expecting the same downcast eyes and shy expressions of the previous Yuuri, the one you knew from Detroit. And sure, it starts out like that, because you're rehashing Yuuri's skating career. The one you knew about, and the one that is hard to talk about, when he crashed and burned.
Then though, comes the first mention of a name: Victor. You know he's talking about Victor Nikiforov--everyone knows that name, after all.
But what you're not expecting is the change. The way that the slumped shoulders straighten, the way that the quiet mumbles of replies are suddenly dancing from Yuuri's mouth, and he's smiling. No, it's more than that, he's lighting up. It's like he can't contain the joy that is exploding out of him talking about training with Victor, skating with Victor, planning with Victor, showing Victor around. It's so apparent that you almost mention it, but decide instead just to let Yuuri talk.
You can already tell your composition is changing. It's not about Yuuri's skating career anymore, per se, it's about love now. Because Yuuri is exploding with it.
You wonder if he hears himself, smiling and chuckling about "how Victor must not know how intimate putting his arm around a Japanese person is in an Onsen!", as if he truly does not understand that this probably goes both ways. In fact, you're sure of it.
Love that can explode out of someone talking about cleaning up stinky dog poop because a poodle snuck some fish speaks to two sides feeling love.
You thank Yuuri for the chat. You let him know that you will send him your composition in a couple of weeks. You tell him you'll be in touch if you need anything else.
But you don't think you do. Yuuri's love was abundantly clear on his face.
You can't wait to get to work.
