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Bonus Round 1: Time and Place
Bonus Round 1: Time & Place
Who, when, and where? Send your favorite sports animanga characters to any time and place you want—but the filler decides what they do there.
This bonus round will close on June 29th, 2018 at 11:59PM PT. (Countdown Timer)
This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open to new Fills.
Rules
Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a time and place, along with any character/ship/group/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms. Your prompt can include characters from any animanga title regardless of your team affiliation.
- Please format your prompt like so:
TIME: [Time]
PLACE: [Place] - The place can be any real or fictional location.
- The time can be as specific or vague as you want.
- Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt “Fandom: Any”.
- If your prompt includes a relationship, make sure to use the proper notation. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Feel free to add additional clarifications as needed.
Here are a few examples to get your creative juices flowing:
TIME: Victorian Era
PLACE: The catacombs of London
TIME: Monday morning
PLACE: The coffee shop down the street
TIME: The last pitch
PLACE: Koshien
TIME: June 16th, 2018 at 4:20 PM
PLACE: 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your time and place-inspired fanwork.
Please make sure to adhere to the specific prompt/fill formats!!! Otherwise, the BR scorer may miss your fill. If you make a mistake, please edit your post, or delete and repost if editing has been disabled.
If Prompting
Please use the following subject line for prompt:
Prompt: [Your Team]
Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Prompts
EXPLICITLY NSFW PROMPTS must be posted to the After-Hours comm. To join, click here.
After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours BR1 post.
“Explicitly NSFW” means that the prompt includes outright sexual content (whether in a photograph, drawing, or in words), and prompts that in the additional requests are asking for explicit fills. Prompts are posted with the same HTML format, in the same manner as a SFW prompt, just under the designated post for that Bonus Round in the After-Hours comm. See ‘Filling’ for the procedures for NSFW Fills.
If Filling
Minimums
Required Work Minimums:
400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.
Format
FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
- Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
- Find a guide to tagging HERE.
- Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Fills
All NSFW fills MUST be posted in the corresponding Bonus Round post in the After Hours community. To join, click here.
After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours BR1 post.
If filling a prompt that has been posted on the after-hours comm, simply reply to that prompt. If filling a SFW prompt, let the prompter know by replying to the original prompt on the main comm with a link to your fill on the corresponding after-hours Bonus Round Post. Please DO NOT use the Fill subject line or Fill header when cross-linking. This will cause the BR scorer to count your fill twice.
Scoring
The scoring for bonus rounds depends on the number of people (n) on your team. You’re welcome to make as many prompts and fills as you like!
For prompts: 5 points per prompt, limited to 5 times the number of team members (5n)
For fills, where (n) = number of members on you team:
- First 5n fills: 20 points each
- Fills 5n to 10n: 10 points each
- Fills 10n to 15n: 5 points each
- All fills after 15n: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Additional Information
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PROMPT: TEAM REELFRIENDSHIP
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: fictional real person fiction, social media, lots and lots of regret
Do Not Wants: n/a
Prompt:
TIME: the moment they realized they shouldn't have clicked on that link in a tweet a fan @ them on twitter
PLACE: a skating forum's fanfiction section
Re: PROMPT: TEAM REELFRIENDSHIP
FILL: Team Victuuri, T
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 2627
Remix Permission: permission granted!
im sorry this is so long ;-; i got carried away
***
Yuuri never went on social media. Or well, at least he didn’t go on very often.
Most of the time, he was too afraid to check in fear of seeing some nasty comments left by mean people who weren’t fond of him. Stuff like that wasn’t really good for his self-esteem, especially when it was already so low.
But lately, being with Viktor, Yuuri was starting to feel more confident in himself. So many things that use to make him feel ashamed before now made him proud just because he knew Viktor loved him exactly for who he was.
Due to that fact, plus the fact that he was extra bored, Yuuri had the bright idea of going on a skating fan website. It was a site he use to visit very often as a kid (and as a teen) when he wanted to freak out about Viktor. He could post all of his thoughts on Viktor’s programs, or on his hair, or on his most recent interview, and no one would judge him for it. In fact, he often got praised for everything he wrote about Viktor and even gained quite the following on that site.
So, Yuuri logged into his old account and started scrolling through his page, checking out a few of the old things that he had posted before moving onto the notification page. Apparently, he still had quite the following on this account despite being inactive for a few years. He had hundreds of notifications, most of them just about people he followed posting things, but others were links to things people wanted him to check out.
He just casually scrolled past a good majority of them, but one of them that was over a year old really caught his attention.
{ Vniksfan101: @ilovenikiforov you have to check this out! A friend of a friend found it for me on twitter and sent it to me. She told me that it’s fanfiction written by Nikiforov himself!! What do you think???
https://fanfiction.net/23409 }
Out of sheer curiosity, Yuuri clicked on it.
Immediately, he regret it.
The author’s note of the fanfic was basically one big grammatical catastrophe filled with typos and random letters that explained (if you could read it properly) that Katsuki Yuuri was ’the bEst fxgures skatar everrr and soooooooo ooooo beaoautiful i coulssd diiiiieEEEE EE.
Frankly, Yuuri wasn’t sure whether he should be totally concerned, or totally flattered. He ended up going with a mix of both before begrudgingly scrolling down to check out the rest of the fanfiction.
What he found was… interesting.
He didn’t really read it carefully because the amount of typos and poor grammar bothered him immensely (it was really bad. Honestly, someone had to have written this while they were drunk). But that wasn’t the interesting part. What intrigued him the most about this fic was that it described the events of the Grand Prix Final banquet where he first met Viktor.
Yes, the banquet where he apparently drank 16 glasses of champagne, pole danced, danced with Viktor, and then proceeded to grind on him and ask him to be his coach.
Yuuri just didn’t understand how any information about that banquet could’ve possibly ended up in a fanfiction. This wasn’t just a loose interpretation either, this was vividly detailed, and written from the perspective of Viktor. Despite it being hard to understand at some parts, it really did describe everything exactly the way it happened (or at least the way Yuuri was told it happened, since he still couldn’t remember anything about it).
These banquets weren’t press events. They were closed to the skaters, their coaches, some sponsors, and occasionally some guests brought by the invited people. So.. how could anyone know about what happened and then post a fanfiction about it?? A fanfiction with vivid (however poorly written) details about how Yuuri’s eyes sparkled, and how he moved on the dance floor, and nearly everything Viktor had told him he was feeling that night.
Viktor had told Yuuri that he spoke about that night to a total of four people, Yuri, Mila, Yakov, and Chris. Two out of the four of them would never go on a fanfiction site and write anything this poorly. The other two might go on a fanfiction sight, but would they write this? Something told Yuuri that it wasn’t Chris because if it was, the whole thing would be much more lewd. And Mila just doesn’t seem like the type to want to write about Viktor’s many feelings for Yuuri, despite how much she adored their relationship.
It just didn’t add up. And honestly, it was creeping Yuuri out.
He wished very much that he never clicked on that link, purely because he never wanted to know such a fanfiction existed.
Sure, Yuuri knew most fanfic was very sexual, but this was a new level of weird. This was stalker weird, and Yuuri felt like he was having his personal life invaded. Or maybe… maybe it was Viktor’s personal life that was being invaded and shared with the internet. This whole thing was written from Viktor’s perspective, after all.
Before Yuuri could close the laptop, he felt movement on the couch beside him and looked over to see that his sleepy fiance was now waking up from the little nap he had been taking. Without thinking, Yuuri placed the open laptop on the coffee table and turned his attention to Viktor, combing his fingers through his hair and smiling down at him.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said in a hushed tone, as to not startle Viktor.
Viktor tilted his head back and looked up at Yuuri, smiling up at him sleepily. “Morning? I’m pretty sure I fell asleep sometime around 3PM, zolotse.”
Yuuri chuckled, nodding, “Mm, well, now I have a feeling you are going to be up pretty late into the night because you took a nap in the afternoon, so it’s basically morning for you.”
“Now what kind of logic is that?” He asked as he sat up.
“The logic of someone who once took naps in the afternoon just so he could stay up late at night.”
“He sounds like someone who didn’t get a whole of sleep,” Viktor commented.
“He didn’t for a long time. But I’ll have you know, he is sleeping much better these days.”
A grin broke out on Viktor’s face and he leaned in a bit closer to Yuuri. “Oh yeah, and why is that? What changed in this man’s life?”
“He found someone to love, who loved him back. So now he doesn’t have to sleep alone anymore.” Even though Yuuri was use to being around Viktor, and getting much better at giving compliments and being confident, he still couldn’t help but to blush when he talked about their relationship. It just gave him this wonderful warm and fuzzy feeling inside that made him want to jump around like a schoolboy. That was… incredibly corny, but 100% true.
To put it simply- Yuuri loved being in love. But he especially loved having someone who felt the same about him.
Viktor threw his arms around Yuuri then, pulling him close and pressing their lips together for a slow, sweet kiss, smiling the whole time. It was a bit of an awkward position, being that they were sitting on the couch and all, but they were both flexible and excited to kiss one another, so they really didn’t care much.
The two of them probably spent a good few minutes just kissing and occasionally stopping to laugh or smile or to just say I love you before Viktor’s stomach growled and they figured it might be a good time to eat a little something.
Yuuri volunteered to get up and grab a few snacks for them, as to not ruin their appetite for dinner and satisfy their current hunger. When he left the living room and headed for the kitchen, he didn’t even think twice about the fact that there was a poorly written, incredibly creepy fanfiction written from Viktor’s perspective left open on his laptop screen.
But when he got back, and found Viktor sitting in front of the laptop, eyes wide with what could only be horror, he realized what a grave mistake he had made.
“Please don’t be creeped out,” were the first words that came out of Yuuri’s mouth. He couldn’t think of anything else to say because there really was no valid excuse for having that open on his screen.
Slowly, Viktor looked up from the laptop screen, locking eyes with Yuuri and shaking his head. “I’m… I’m not creeped out. I just have one question.”
Speed walking back over to the couch, Yuuri sat down next to Viktor and put all the snacks on the table so he could place a hand on Viktor’s leg. He might as well try and… distract Viktor just a little so he didn’t think Yuuri was a total weirdo and break off their engagement.
“Where did you find this?”
“I’m sorry!” Yuuri blurted, “I was just- wait.. What?”
“Where did you find this?” He repeated, gesturing towards the screen.
“Umm…” Yuuri was tempted to just say a fan sent him the link, but Viktor already knew he was quite the fanboy anyways, so he might as well be completely honest and admit exactly where he got it. “I had an account on this skating fan website. I made it forever ago so I could, well, fan about you. I stopped using it years ago, but I got bored and decided to log on today. So when I was scrolling through my notifications, I saw someone tagged me in this post with the link to this. The person said that it was a fanfiction written by-”
No. It couldn’t be. Viktor wouldn’t- he doesn’t write fanfictions… he would never…
Or maybe, just maybe…
Yuuri looked back at the screen, recalling all the vivid details about that night. All correct, and all written from Viktor’s perspective. He didn’t think of it before because he forgot about what the person said in the original post, but now that he was thinking about it, it made sense.
“Yuuri, I have a confession to make,” Viktor stated abruptly before Yuuri could get another word out of his mouth. “I wrote this fanfiction.”
Holy shit.
“It was about three weeks after the banquet. You know, the banquet. Ah, of course you know, you just read this monstrosity.” Viktor stopped to close his eyes and take a deep breath after that, preparing to tell the rest of the story. “I was pining after that, you already know this. You came into my life and completely changed it, bringing color and breathing life back into me.”
Yuuri released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and reached out to take Viktor’s hand in his, smiling. The shock had faded a little at this point, and the words reassured him that Viktor wasn’t going to be leaving him anytime soon. So of course, the best thing he could do to reassure Viktor that he wasn’t going to be leaving either was to perform a silent, simple act of support.
Viktor paused and squeezed Yuuri’s hand before continuing. “I was with Chris one night and we both decided to go out to a bar and get really wasted. And I mean, really wasted. So much so that I blacked out and could not remember I thing I did that night after I left the bar. Chris did, on the other hand, and he informed me that in my drunken state, I decided to go online and write a fanfiction about you and the banquet night. I was… shocked, to say the least, but Chris told me that he took care of it and deleted it.
“Obviously, he lied. So here we are today, sitting in front of your laptop, with my drunk fanfiction about you open on the screen. I promise you I wasn’t hiding this from you on purpose, I really didn’t know it was still out there. Please don’t hate me.”
Yuuri sat there for a moment in silence, staring at their interlocked hands, unsure entirely what to say. But eventually, he broke the silence with laughter, loud, joyful laughter.
“Yuuuuurii! Don’t laugh at me!” Viktor pouted, squeezing Yuuri’s hand tighter.
Shaking his head, Yuuri continued to laugh for a few minutes more before finally calming himself down. “Vitya, my wonderful Vitya, I would never hate you for this, even if you were hiding it from me!”
“You wouldn’t?”
“Of course not! I love you, Vitya, drunk fanfictions and all. And seeing this just assures me that you really do love me too.”
Viktor sighed with relief and nodded. “I do, Yuuri. I love you more than anything. You’re the light of my life.”
Yuuri simply smiled at Viktor for a moment before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “And you are mine Vitya, But you know, I’m never going to let you forget about this.”
“So evil!” He exclaimed, “You wound me!” Viktor brought his free hand to his chest, feigning injury.
“Oh please, like you don’t bring up me pole dancing at the banquet every chance you get!”
Viktor shook his head. “I would never! How could you think so low of me?”
Yuuri opted not to answer that question, instead he just laughed and leaned forward to kiss his silly husband. He could never ever think low of Viktor for anything, not even a poorly written drunk fanfiction.
“Hmm, I love it when you kiss me,” Viktor informed Yuuri after they parted.
“And I love you, Vitya.” He gave him one more kiss, smiling at him, “Remember that I always will. And let’s face it, everyone has written a fanfiction at least once in their life, so it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Viktor lips curved into a smirk when he registered exactly what Yuuri had just said. “So you’re saying… you, the great and wonderful, Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov, have written fanfiction before?”
Yuuri’s whole body stiffened at the accusation, eyes wide with fear. Shit.
“You have!” Viktor exclaimed excitedly, reaching for the computer once more.
Before Viktor could get to it, Yuuri jumped on top of him, pushing him backwards on the couch and using all his weight to keep his husband where he was. “I have not!”
“You have to!”
“Have not!”
“Then let me see the computer!”
Yuuri shook his head frantically. He knew what he had to do. There was only one way to distract Viktor from his current mission to dig up his old fanfictions.
A tickle fight.
Once it started, it didn’t stop for a good fifteen minutes, filling the whole room with laughter and frantic pleas to stop the entire time. It was wonderful while it lasted, but eventually Viktor did get a hold of the computer and threatened to tickle Yuuri some more until he revealed his old fanfics to Viktor.
After that, they spent a majority of their evening going through all of the fanfics Yuuri once wrote (most of them about Viktor) and then the rest of it reenacting a few scenes more.. rated R scenes from one of them which was surprisingly well written for a 16 year old.
In the end, they both learned their lesson about posting fanfictions online about real people, and they vowed to never do it again.
Re: FILL: Team Victuuri, T
ngl I slept 3 hours and when I gave up on sleeping I saw your fill in my inbox so like best timing ever!! I was very curious what direction you took my prompt and you surprised me in a really good way? Viktor drunk writing fanfiction is hilarious and ofc Chris didn't delete it why would he 😂 and teenage Yuuri writing (self insert?) fic with Viktor is equally funny. thank you for making my morning ❤️
FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, T
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: social media failure, well-deserved embarrassment
Word Count: 1024
Poor Otabek. He just likes art.
***
Otabek is getting better at social media, really. He wasn't bad at it before, he understood what it was for and how to use it in a basically official capacity. At Yuri's loud and repeated insistence, Otabek now at least checks his SNS a few times a day, enough to answer Yuri's snaps and find out whose been @-ing him, and occasionally have a side conversation with some of the other more SNS-addicted members of his friends-of circle like Leo, Guanghong, and lately by extension Phichit. Katsuki has been more active as well too, although only as a consequence of being tagged on Victor's more questionable posts, and for some reason that amuses Otabek more deeply than it probably should.
Today as he commutes to his rink, not much is happening yet, as it's too early in the morning for most of Team Internet to be lucid, and many of them are together at the training camp in Canada which means they selfie more but post in general less. Otabek flicks through some pictures of Christophe's cat, Phichit and Guanghong watching a horror movie WAY too late, and a short video from JJ that nothing on earth can make him play on public transit.
Near the top is a recommended popular tweet that has his handle tagged, and when he clicks in out of curiosity, finds a piece of fan art which, while romantic enough to make him a little uncomfortable, is so well done and detailed that he actually uses two fingers to unpinch it bigger. He wishes that his butt looked that good in aquamarine spandex, and honestly he sort of wishes as well that Yuri would ever look at him in the warm, hopelessly fond way that art Yuri is throwing over his shoulder as art Otabek pair skates him through a spotlight.
A bump in the bus snaps Otabek back to reality, and he realizes he's going to miss his stop, yanking on the 'stop' cord. He should link Yuri the picture, though, or take a better look at it on his laptop later, but he's already well-versed in how quickly something disappears down his twitter timeline. Otabek thumbs the "favorite" button and then blacks his phone, sliding it into his pocket.
Warmups and the start of early practice go as they usually do, the cold a pleasant shock as he comes in out of the heat already warming Almaty's sidewalks, peaceful until some of the younger children his coach manages shows up. Otabek sits on a bench for a ten minute water break and idly checks his phone screen, only to double-take when it tells him he has roughly 50 notifications.
"Oh god," he grumbles to himself.
Without even touching Twitter, he opens his chat app to ask Yuri what he did now, only to be greeted with a text from an hour ago reading [WHAT DID U DO?! CALL ME RIGHT NOW].
"Uh-oh." Sighing, Otabek flips open his contacts list and pushes down on Yuri's picture. "Please be at practice please be at practice please—"
"OTABEK ALTIN," Yuri screeches at him as soon as it connects, face scrunched with fury. "YOU TWEETED FANFICTION OF US, YOU GIGANTIC BUTT."
"I…didn't?" Otabek ventures, entirely confused. He glances up at his coach, but she's thankfully busy, and when he looks back down Yuri is furious but also maybe blushing and that's another kind of distraction. "I've been at practice all morning."
"On your commute!" Yuri snaps. "The fanart?!"
Otabek should lie, he knows he should, but he's so confused that what comes out is, "How do you know about that?"
"Because when you 'like' shit on your feed, it shows the rest of your friends the tweet that you liked!"
"Why?" Otabek's confusion is bleeding rapidly into embarrassment and mild horror. "Who would want that?!"
"NOBODY WANTS THAT!" Yuri hollers at him. "IT'S ALGORITHMS! Did you even look at the link?"
"It was just some art," Otabek says. He realizes that he can hear what sounds like Victor somewhere in the background, out of frame from Yuri's furious face, and Mila and some others wheezing with laughter. "What's Victor doing?"
"He's doing a dramatic reading," Yuri informs Otabek acidly. "Of the FANFICTION that your stupid art LINKED HIM TO."
"Oh." Otabek stares at the ceiling a moment, but it also lacks answers. "Oh god. I didn't mean for that to happen, obviously, I just…thought my butt looked good."
"OHHH BEKA," Victor calls out behind Yuri. "YOUR ASS LOOKS FABULOUS IN AQUAMARINE."
"I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!" Yuri screeches and then the video turns into a confusion whirl of images as Yuri obviously throws it down and it bounces a few times. It comes to rest dark, face-down Otabek assumes, laughing and shrieking and cursing still coming over the speaker.
Otabek sits quietly on the bench, staring at the floor like he's being punished in grade school, feeling like he should certainly be punished. The worst part is, later he'll actually have to go read it himself; there's simply no way he'll be able to contain his curiosity when he's home later. His phone buzzes in his hand with a few banner notifications, including one from Leo that's nothing but crying laughing faces, so the Western Hemisphere has presumably also discovered his shame by now.
"Ok," Yuri grumbles, the picture shaking and resolving itself into Yuri's glower, his hair falling out of his bun on one side. "You're gonna fucking get it, buddy."
"I'm so sorry," Otabek says sincerely, wincing when Victor's voice sings out, "SURE SOUNDS LIKE HE WANTS IT!" followed by Katsuki's scandalized, "VICTOR"!
Yuri doesn't even flinch, just orders in a low voice, "You better think long and hard all practice how you're gonna make this up to me before you call me later," before hanging up on him.
Otabek buries his face in his hands, and when his coach eventually skates over to ask just what he thinks he's doing taking this long of a break, groans that he doesn't seem currently able to catch one.
Re: FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, T
My eyes went like O_O at this as I saw where this was headed. OH NO OTABEK OH NO!!
Re: FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, T
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
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“Oh,” Yuuri says, suddenly warm. “Okay.” He scrolls down to a part that looks safer and continues to read.
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“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 –
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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!”
Re: FILL: Team Victuuri, T
Re: FILL: Team Victuuri, T
this whole thing was one big blessing and i love you for it !!