Phichimetti Fanfic

Fanfic dedicated to Phichimetti!

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

It's Christophe's day in the limelight on the ISU social media outlets, and he's absolutely thrown off by how cute the photographer is.

Excerpt:

When the doorbell to his chic studio apartment rings, Christophe is still in his bedroom, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly to get the curls laying just so. Gone are the days he wore his hair long and fluffy, like the sheep his parents reared on the family farm, but even an undercut requires a surprising amount of maintenance. His eyes flit over to the clock on his nightstand, and he's a little surprised to find it's nearly five after the hour; the ISU guys are usually quite punctual.

Well, if the photographer thinks he can get away with being fashionably late, he'll have to think again.

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

People said they had an Instagram romance. Naturally, when Chris heard of it, he felt a sacred duty to fan the flame. And, not one to be shown up on social media, Phichit eagerly accepted the challenge.

Excerpt:

Great friendships, the kind that stick with you throughout your life or send it in an unexpected direction, often start with that one moment you turn to the person next to you, whom you've already met and thought you had figured out, and see them as if for the first time.

For Phichit that moment came in Barcelona, before the Grand Prix Finals. Specifically when Chris caught him up on Yuuri's drunken after-party antics over dinner. Neither one would have even been there, sitting next to each other at the same table, if not for Yuuri's invite. And true, the bulk of their conversation together revolved around their mutual friends.

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Chris is still upset from coming in fifth at the last GPF, so he heads up the mountain to be alone. But maybe, being alone isn't what he needs anymore.

Excerpt:

Chris loved the mountains.

Of course, he didn’t have much of a choice, he was born and lived in a country that’s mostly mountains. But he did choose to live and train somewhere he would be able to see them often on purpose. On weekends he had no practice, he liked to hike to the top of one of them, find spots to sit and look out on the vast horizons. Chris was far more thoughtful in those quiet moments in the chilly Swiss air than most people probably thought he could be; not many people expect someone so seemingly obsessed with sex and lust to enjoy thinking about the reasons for existence or contemplating the existence of a higher being (with such a beautiful view, how could there not be someone or something to create it? Could it really just be chance?).

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary/Excerpt:

Like always, they hadn't discussed it at all. They hadn't needed to. It's just an expected thing, at this point.

A thing, Phichit thinks, that they really should talk about.

Tomorrow.

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary/Excerpt:

-i have to kill him -idk how to flirt with him so he has to die

[In which Phichit is a spy, Chris is an ex-thief, and they're assigned to bust a crime ring together.]

-right well scratch that last message apparently I'M ASSIGNED TO WORK WITH HIM IDK HOW TO EVEN TALK TO HIM JuST KILL ME ALREADY

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary/Excerpt:

Phichit was unsure what all these noises were around him, one moment ago he was in the middle of a quad salchow, and the next, he was in pain he couldn't describe, and all he could see was light fading. There were definitely voices, he could hear them, but it was like someone was covering his ears, and there were faces appearing around him, gathering on the ice. He can hear a familiar Swiss accent, and a hand grasping at his for comfort, but it's the last thing he remembers.

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Phichit slumped against the damp brick wall of the alley, grimacing and clenching his teeth as another near-painful cramp shot through his stomach. He knew what was happening, had been warned about it for years, though he was a bit old for it to be the first heat he went though.

Eighteen last week, or was it a month now? Time was difficult to track without a roof over his head or constant meals. His black ears twitched as the rain started again and he groaned. He needed to find shelter; how far was he from the café with the barista who snuck him day old pastries?

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary/Excerpt:

It's nice, of course, to sleep with someone in his arms. To have a warm body to hold during the night. And it's not as if he's never stayed with someone in their bed afterwards.

It's just.

Lying like this, with Phichit's face pressed into his shoulder, and Phichit's arms wrapped around his chest, his hold loose in sleep, but firm in placement…

It feels more intimate than any kind of sex they could partake in.

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

In which Chris and Phichit struggle to come to terms with their feelings for each other.

What do you do when your friends with benefits arrangement suddenly leaves you wanting more?

Set right after Merveilleux.

Excerpt:

So he bent down and nuzzled Phichit’s neck.

“Rise and shine, mon petit.”

“You’re scratchy.”

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Phichit helps himself to some not so much baked goods. Chris makes sure it's good.

Excerpt:

It started out as a joke and the later the night went on the more silly it got. The banquet was in full swing after the exhibition programs. Yuuri and Viktor were perfect as always, Yuri Piletsky had his moment on the ice as the youngest Grand prix Winner in the world. Which had surprised everyone. Their Exhibition pieces were grand, Yuri’s a bit teen edgy - Phichit remembers that phase all too well and can’t begrudge the younger skater his little bit of freedom there. God knew what he put his poor coaches through in Thailand before he moved to the US for College.

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Christophe's soulmate is everything he could have wanted. He's cute, he's smart, he's funny, he's got one hell of a streak of mischief. The only flaw: he's twelve.

In five or six years, Christophe's life is going to be awesome. He just has to survive the five or six years of knowing who his soulmate is and not being able to either tell him or avoid him.

I decided not to mark this underage, because while things are discussed, nothing happens until everyone involved is eighteen. However, if discussion of underage sexuality bothers you, you might want to skip this fic.

Excerpt:

Viktor, the bastard, laughed at him.  “What were you wearing?”

“Purple booty shorts.  And nothing else.”

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Victor Nikiforov out of the competition, the China Cup should be a formality for Christophe Giacometti. But he didn't expect the young Thai skater, Phichit Chulanont, to be so set on winning gold.

However when Christophe's dance bewitches him, Phichit is aware he might get burned near the Swiss man. For his reputation as a seducer precedes him and his song "Intoxicated" perfectly describes how he affects him.

Phichit and Chris, from the first meeting in Beijing, then beside their friends Yuri and Victor, in a dance of seduction.

Excerpt:

"Jealous?" Chris wonders. "But of what?"


"Victor's care for Yuri."


Not leaving him time to answer, Phichit comes closer, stands on tiptoes to reach the Swiss man's ear level and whispers with a ferocious smile.


"Play with Yuri's nerves again, and you'll have to deal with me."


[ellayuki]

16.07.’17

yuri!!! on ice, phichit pov

phichit takes a dip in the onsen at yu-topia. chris keeps him company. 

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‘yuuri wasn’t kidding when he said there’s nothing quite like a dip in the onsen after a day of skating.’

phichit relaxes into the hot water of the outside onsen, back resting against one of the rocks on the edge. it’s late, and most everyone has gone to bed already, but he’s been feeling restless for a while now, though he doesn’t know why.

he hadn’t expected chris to have the same idea. he doesn’t mind the company, though. quite the opposite, in fact.

‘victor’s been singing praises about this place and the good it’s doing to his bones for months,’ chris says lightly. ‘though, if you ask me, it’s not the waters that’ve been doing him good.’ he smirks. ‘if you know what i mean.’

phichit giggles, can’t help it.

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[phaytesworld]

Fluffy! “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” Rare pair! Christophe/Phichit aaaaaand go! 😘😘😘

Chris held Phichit to him as they kissed sweetly. It had been a crazy last few months. They had known each other for a few years now and it took a drunken banquet for them to literally fall into one another. Chris had been pole dancing again and Phichit was trying to get video of it. Chris had slipped off the pole and fell into Phichit, causing Phichit to knock his head hard. Chris felt bad and made sure he spent time that night with him, making sure he did not have a concussion. Phichit found it all sweet. The next day Chris showed up and took Phichit to lunch.

They had had such an amazing time– the lunch moved into an afternoon walking around a mall that turned into dinner. When dinner was done, they still did not want to part and ended up spending the night together. They did not have sex that night, but they had made out pretty heavy and fell asleep in eachother’s arms.

Things moved quickly between them and they were constantly on a plane to see one another. Phichit got lost kissing Chris and Chris got lost running his hands over Phichit’s tanned skin.

“I hate that you go back tomorrow,” Chris said to Phichit.

“I know, but you will come out in a few weeks,” Phichit said between kisses.

“How about I just move out there?” Chris asked.

Phichit gasped and stared at Chris, “Are you serious?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you,” Chris said.

Phichit kissed Chris deeply and started pushing him back to his bedroom.

Chris laughed and kissed Phichit again, “What are you doing love?”

“Oh you are so getting lucky tonight,” Phichit said as he started to rip Chris’ clothes off.

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[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Phichit and Chris have had this friends with benefits arrangement for a while now, and they just can't keep their hands off each other.

Excerpt:

“I can take Petit back to the hotel, I've been meaning to hit the pool, anyway.”

“Sure,” Phichit replied quickly, wondering how to hide his erection from view the moment he had to get up.

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary/Excerpt:

There’s something almost too comforting about finding solace with another human after rejection. There’s something soft around the edges when the rejection is implicit. There are no harsh words. There is no messy discarding of another person and the potential between you and them. So, the next human that you find that is willing to actually have you is always a treasure to be held with shaky and nervous hands.

In these situations, it’s quite easy to fall for someone for the sake of not being alone.

Phichit's back is arched so perfectly that the sight alone makes Chris want to come. Suds from the bath cling to Phichit’s skin when he rises from the water the way that tight lace underwear adheres to skin. His voice is husky, demanding, "You should take a photo."

[phichimettifanfic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

After their first night in Helsinki, another time had turned into several, though not enough by far. So predictable, however, that when Phichit made no move on him at the Trophée de France, it felt decidedly odd.

 A continuation of Cerise. May or may not work well as a standalone story.

Excerpt:

It had become somewhat of a habit, and Chris didn't find it hard to admit that he liked it, Phichit sidling up to him after the occasional shared competition, a smile, a touch; or else a suggestive text, a picture. Phichit could get amazingly creative in the way he'd ask for sex.

After the initial bashfulness, Phichit proved very eager, keen to try things, very – hands on.