Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice Major Tags: None Other Tags: Slight references to sex, real person fiction, social media Word Count: 983 Remix Permission: Yes
T for almost-sexual mentions/implications.
***
Down-time mid-skating season is infrequent. Between daily sessions at the rink preparing for Worlds and several painful hours at the international office trying to fix an issue with his visa, Yuuri’s barely had a chance to Skype Phichit with updates. And it’s only now that he’s finally getting around to unpacking the boxes he’s shipped over from Hasetsu.
With a quick glance at the door, he carefully slits open the taped-down top of the box marked “Personal” and slides out a stack of posters, still in miraculously beautiful condition. The top poster is one of Yuuri’s favorites, Victor in the swan costume from his early senior years, hair about to escape from its tie and arms raised toward the sky. A lens flare shines across Victor’s hair like a halo.
“Yuuri!”
He flinches and stuffs the posters back into their box before realizing he doesn’t hear Victor’s footsteps coming down the hallway.
Yuuri?” Victor calls again from out in the living room. “Have you seen this?”
“Victor, I’m trying to unpack,” he says, standing and walking toward Victor’s voice. “This had better not be about my face on a sweatshirt again.”
“They’d made your eyes the wrong shade of brown,” Victor insists as Yuuri steps into view. “I was doing a public service by telling them.”
“They thought you were going to sue them!”
“Either way, it’s not about that,” Victor says, waving the thought past. “No, did you know people write stories about us? And put them online? Called – ”
“ – fanfiction,” Yuuri breathes, against his better judgement.
“Oh, so you’ve heard of it,” Victor’s face lights up. “A fan sent me this website on Twitter called – ” Victor squints, “The Golden Skate. It’s a forum, and there’s a whole section with fanfiction. There’s this cute story about us last spring, when I flew to Hasetsu to coach you. They must know your parents own an onsen, because we end up in one of the springs after everyone else leaves, and then you sit on my lap and start to – ”
“I,” Yuuri says, “have never been happier than I am not hearing the rest of this story.”
“They did get some of the details wrong, though,” Victor muses anyway. “Maybe I should let them know, and they can fix it in later stories.”
“I don’t think that’s nec – ”
“Or there’s this one, by @no1vnikfan – oh, I’m flattered!” Victor says. “It’s from two years ago, but it’s about us skating together. I’ve just stepped off the ice and you meet me in the kiss and cry – wait, where are my skate guards? And then you take me from the kiss and cry into a bathroom nearby and take off – oh. Oh.”
“I think maybe,” Yuuri says, trying not to let his voice sound as strangled as his chest feels. “Maybe we should lay off the fanfiction. I can go unpack again, and Makkachin – I think Makkachin needs a walk.”
Yuuri retreats into the bedroom. He hasn’t logged into that forum in over a year, and Victor’s discovery reminded him why. But surely there was no harm in just checking – and maybe pulling the most embarassing posts off the forum?
no1vnikfan, he types into the username box, and tries a few different passwords before finally remembering which one he used.
Welcome to The Golden Skate, his dash reads, your homepage for everything figure-skating related!
In all honesty, he realizes as he’s reading through the thread history, the fanfiction he’s written isn’t too terrible. A little smutty, more than a little smutty, but as long as his name isn’t attached to the stories, there’s really no reason to take them down. And maybe someday, far into the future, he’ll even tell Victor and they can laugh about it all.
***
Yuuri’s phone pings the next day at practice, once, twice, three times in a row. When Victor’s not looking, he sneaks it out of his pocket to find a long line of Twitter notifications.
@sk8onme: “omg this fic I’m dYING: bit.ly/st4mm1 @y-katsuki @v-nikiforov”
@yuurisangel23: “don’t tag them! that’s rude”
@sk8onme: “lol they’re not going to read it”
Against Yuuri’s better judgement, he unlocks the phone and clicks the link, which leads to the Golden Skate Forum’s fanfiction thread –
—
@no1ykatsufan
Hi everyone! I’ve never written fanfiction before but I was suddenly inspired last night! Here’s my story. I hope you like it:
Yuuri was skating at Ice Castle Hasetsu like always. The sun shone in through the windows and brightened his eyes. They were already a lovely brown, but the sun made them deep and sparkly, with flecks of gold.
The sunlight was no match for Yuuri’s beauty, which radiated to every corner of the rink (even though rinks are oval). The light shone on Yuuri’s thighs too, which were muscular and thick from the twelve different drills Victor made him do every morning. Victor loved his thighs. He imagined Yuuri using them to
—
“Oh,” Yuuri says, suddenly warm. “Okay.” He scrolls down to a part that looks safer and continues to read.
—
“Hi Victor,” Yuuri said.
“Hi Yuuri,” Victor said. Victor took a tissue from his adorable Makkachin tissue box and wiped a sparkling droplet of sweat off Yuuri’s forehead. Then he crumpled it up and dropped it.
“Oh no,” Victor said to Yuuri. “I guess you’ll have to pick it up.”
Yuuri sank to his knees, thighs flexing attractively and looking up at Victor with his big brown eyes, and the sunlight shone through them, making them sparkle. His eyes were closer in color to cocoa, not root beer. A lot of people say his eyes are root beer-colored, but if you look closely, they’re actually –
—
There’s been a tiny itch in the back of his mind during this entire story, but now… Yuuri narrows his eyes. If he’s right, @no1ykatsufan won’t be writing fanfiction for much longer.
FILL: Team Victuuri, T
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Slight references to sex, real person fiction, social media
Word Count: 983
Remix Permission: Yes
T for almost-sexual mentions/implications.
***
Down-time mid-skating season is infrequent. Between daily sessions at the rink preparing for Worlds and several painful hours at the international office trying to fix an issue with his visa, Yuuri’s barely had a chance to Skype Phichit with updates. And it’s only now that he’s finally getting around to unpacking the boxes he’s shipped over from Hasetsu.
With a quick glance at the door, he carefully slits open the taped-down top of the box marked “Personal” and slides out a stack of posters, still in miraculously beautiful condition. The top poster is one of Yuuri’s favorites, Victor in the swan costume from his early senior years, hair about to escape from its tie and arms raised toward the sky. A lens flare shines across Victor’s hair like a halo.
“Yuuri!”
He flinches and stuffs the posters back into their box before realizing he doesn’t hear Victor’s footsteps coming down the hallway.
Yuuri?” Victor calls again from out in the living room. “Have you seen this?”
“Victor, I’m trying to unpack,” he says, standing and walking toward Victor’s voice. “This had better not be about my face on a sweatshirt again.”
“They’d made your eyes the wrong shade of brown,” Victor insists as Yuuri steps into view. “I was doing a public service by telling them.”
“They thought you were going to sue them!”
“Either way, it’s not about that,” Victor says, waving the thought past. “No, did you know people write stories about us? And put them online? Called – ”
“ – fanfiction,” Yuuri breathes, against his better judgement.
“Oh, so you’ve heard of it,” Victor’s face lights up. “A fan sent me this website on Twitter called – ” Victor squints, “The Golden Skate. It’s a forum, and there’s a whole section with fanfiction. There’s this cute story about us last spring, when I flew to Hasetsu to coach you. They must know your parents own an onsen, because we end up in one of the springs after everyone else leaves, and then you sit on my lap and start to – ”
“I,” Yuuri says, “have never been happier than I am not hearing the rest of this story.”
“They did get some of the details wrong, though,” Victor muses anyway. “Maybe I should let them know, and they can fix it in later stories.”
“I don’t think that’s nec – ”
“Or there’s this one, by @no1vnikfan – oh, I’m flattered!” Victor says. “It’s from two years ago, but it’s about us skating together. I’ve just stepped off the ice and you meet me in the kiss and cry – wait, where are my skate guards? And then you take me from the kiss and cry into a bathroom nearby and take off – oh. Oh.”
“I think maybe,” Yuuri says, trying not to let his voice sound as strangled as his chest feels. “Maybe we should lay off the fanfiction. I can go unpack again, and Makkachin – I think Makkachin needs a walk.”
Yuuri retreats into the bedroom. He hasn’t logged into that forum in over a year, and Victor’s discovery reminded him why. But surely there was no harm in just checking – and maybe pulling the most embarassing posts off the forum?
no1vnikfan, he types into the username box, and tries a few different passwords before finally remembering which one he used.
Welcome to The Golden Skate, his dash reads, your homepage for everything figure-skating related!
In all honesty, he realizes as he’s reading through the thread history, the fanfiction he’s written isn’t too terrible. A little smutty, more than a little smutty, but as long as his name isn’t attached to the stories, there’s really no reason to take them down. And maybe someday, far into the future, he’ll even tell Victor and they can laugh about it all.
***
Yuuri’s phone pings the next day at practice, once, twice, three times in a row. When Victor’s not looking, he sneaks it out of his pocket to find a long line of Twitter notifications.
@sk8onme: “omg this fic I’m dYING: bit.ly/st4mm1 @y-katsuki @v-nikiforov”
@yuurisangel23: “don’t tag them! that’s rude”
@sk8onme: “lol they’re not going to read it”
Against Yuuri’s better judgement, he unlocks the phone and clicks the link, which leads to the Golden Skate Forum’s fanfiction thread –
—
@no1ykatsufan
Hi everyone! I’ve never written fanfiction before but I was suddenly inspired last night! Here’s my story. I hope you like it:
Yuuri was skating at Ice Castle Hasetsu like always. The sun shone in through the windows and brightened his eyes. They were already a lovely brown, but the sun made them deep and sparkly, with flecks of gold.
The sunlight was no match for Yuuri’s beauty, which radiated to every corner of the rink (even though rinks are oval). The light shone on Yuuri’s thighs too, which were muscular and thick from the twelve different drills Victor made him do every morning. Victor loved his thighs. He imagined Yuuri using them to
—
“Oh,” Yuuri says, suddenly warm. “Okay.” He scrolls down to a part that looks safer and continues to read.
—
“Hi Victor,” Yuuri said.
“Hi Yuuri,” Victor said. Victor took a tissue from his adorable Makkachin tissue box and wiped a sparkling droplet of sweat off Yuuri’s forehead. Then he crumpled it up and dropped it.
“Oh no,” Victor said to Yuuri. “I guess you’ll have to pick it up.”
Yuuri sank to his knees, thighs flexing attractively and looking up at Victor with his big brown eyes, and the sunlight shone through them, making them sparkle. His eyes were closer in color to cocoa, not root beer. A lot of people say his eyes are root beer-colored, but if you look closely, they’re actually –
—
There’s been a tiny itch in the back of his mind during this entire story, but now… Yuuri narrows his eyes. If he’s right, @no1ykatsufan won’t be writing fanfiction for much longer.
“Victor!”