#alpha!viktor

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YOI!ABO Story: Introduction/Prologue

Yuuri hadn't known what to do the moment he presented. Like with most things in his life, he presented late, later than normal for someone his age. His eighteenth birthday was coming up in a month and he had yet to present. His parents had hoped he would before he left for America, but that chance left them when he arrived in the states a few months ago in mid-March. He had always figured it would happen, his presentation of his second biology. Or maybe his body just hated him and wouldn’t give him a second biology. Not unheard of, and he wouldn’t exactly be opposed to it. He, like most of his family and friends from home, had guessed he hadn’t presented yet due to the fact he was a beta. He had all the signs to being one, especially with two beta parents and an alpha sister. Growing up around them had structured it into his head that he would be just like them, like his caring mother and father. Or maybe he would shock them all and he would present as an alpha like his sister. Or maybe the world would just hate him and make him an omega… He had only known one omega in his life, Yuuko, his dear friend and old childhood crush who presented at the young age of fourteen. Her and Nishigori, his other childhood friend, were mates in every sense of the term. Married, mated, bonded, and had three children, triplets, due to omega-females and their amazing breeding properties. Nishigori was an alpha, the only other alpha he really ever had contact with besides his sister before he came to the states. Yuuri never really cared for secondary genders, never really agreeing with the universal thought that these genders are what describe you and where you stand in life. He never really minded much about what exactly he would turn out to be… not like his body ever gave him much of a choice though. When thinking about it now, he should have realized what was coming long before it ever hit him in the rush of presenting… He had just been unprepared for the rush of hormones, scents and sounds affecting his body at every turn. The first clue with what was to come was the onslaught of heat that lit across his face and pooled in the deepest parts of his belly. He had overlooked the key factors into when presenting due to focusing on the schoolwork and the practice ahead of him for the current season of male figure ice skating. He had just begun his first school year in Detroit, his training to become Japan's leading ace figure skater never resting even for a second. Due to Japan's different school system compared to America's, he had been in the US since mid-March, training with Celestino as he officially became his coach when he agreed to start school in the fall in Detroit. Celestino worked him into the cold surface everyday, his muscles aching and screaming for relief from the grueling practices. It was a common stress put on his body, so he thought nothing of the fleeting feelings and signs his body was giving to him with his history of nerves and anxiety. He had been the only one left on the rink, the others already heading into the locker rooms to shower and head home for the night. Celestino watched over him with critical eyes, always calculating on where Yuuri could improve himself. The second sign hit him then. The eyes following his body made him feel more flustered, lit up than normal. Normally his coach's eyes weren't a problem until he failed to continuously improve on his steps or jumps. This time, it sparked a tingling sensation along his skin, down his spine and caused his heart to race in... excitement. He didn't understand the sudden overwhelming joy but pushed on, this newfound courage pushing him to do better. The heat began to pool again, his body lighting up with flames sending his body into overdrive. His mind started to go blank, his nerves coming back as he finally realized something wasn't right. Yuuri had paused then, skidding to a halt to hold onto the rink's barrier to drag deep breaths into his heated lungs. His body shook, his core on fire with what...? He couldn't place the feeling. He didn't like the feeling. The moment Celestino's scent hit him, he knew he was presenting. The overwhelming scent of the alpha next to him caused his body to buckle down on the ice. His legs giving out and his hands gripped the top of the barrier until his knuckles turned white. He could hear Celestino's concern in his voice, but he could smell it even more. It terrified him. The scents consuming him fully to bring to surface what was happening to him. The smells of concern, confusion and... lust all hit him at once. His overworked body and brain brought to light what was happening just before he fell unconscious on top of the ice. He was going into heat. He was presenting on the ice, in front of not only his coach but his fellow skaters as well. And the worst of it all... He was presenting as an omega. *** Yuuri woke up in a cold sweat, his body trembling as he tried to calm his racing heart. Sitting up from his place within his hastily made nest, he placed his shaking hands over his face, stifling a sob from escaping. Moving to get out of the large wall of pillows and soft blankets, he threw off his thin sheet and walked to the adjacent bathroom connected to his bedroom. He splashed cold water onto his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror. For what he could make out without his glasses, he looked like shit and no doubt his new coach would realize he didn't get another good night’s sleep. He had moved to Switzerland to be coached under Josef Karpisek after presenting as an omega. Josef has been known as one of the top coaches to help Omegans with their diversity problems within the large skating community. The problem within the community is the amount of pheromones that surround the stadium that can affect an omega much worse than their alpha and beta rivals. The process of learning to suppress your own smell and theirs as well is one Yuuri was having the most trouble with figuring out. The constant exposure within the large arenas was affecting his poor body and anxiety ridden mind causing him to not do too well during the current season. His coach clearly understood, and had tried his best to prepare Yuuri for these instances, but it just… well… if it wasn't the smells affecting him, it was the nerves. He had been doing the best he could considering everything, and made quite a small name for himself, but it wasn't enough for Yuuri to consider him closer to his dream. He wanted only one thing, and now that he was finally in seniors, he wanted to achieve his dream no matter how much everything was affecting him these past few months. He was determined to make it and skate on the same ice as his idol, Viktor Nikiforov, Russia's top male and alpha skater to ever enter into the Male Figure Ice Skating Competitions. He had just won his first Grand Prix Final gold medal for the senior division last season and it seemed like with his newest programs and the scores he was already achieving, he would be defending his title for years to come. Yuuri wanted nothing more than to see him skate in person, and to share the same ice as him. It was a dream of his ever since he first watched Viktor skate in the junior division, with his long silver hair flowing behind him and his famous blue crown of roses he received after achieving his last gold medal for the junior GPF. Yuuri himself had come close to gold in the junior division multiple times, his years having a few great skaters that gave him challenging rivals and friends he could count on to see in the senior division. This included his newest rink mate and closest friend at the moment, Christophe Giacometti, top Swiss skater and fellow omega who was breaking boundaries left and right for their secondary genders. Yuuri had felt more than welcome by Chris’ presence as he made sure he was well taken care of after moving into his new apartment that was within the same building as Chris’. Even going so far as to help him find stores that had his favorite pillows and blankets on their shelves when his second gender had begged him to build a nest to feel a sense of safety within his new home as he slowly settled in. He had only been here for a few weeks, his birthday seemed to mock him as he was adjusting once again to a new location. It just seemed like he could never catch a break these days. If it wasn't one thing it was the next, and he honesty felt almost compelled to take this season off to truly adjust to his new surroundings before focusing on his skating career. He wouldn't be the first skater to take a short leave of absence after presenting, and no doubt everyone would be in agreement due to his ‘unfortunate’ second gender and the state he presented in… But that to him also held true that he would just be falling into the stigma of secondary genders. He would show them he couldn't be compatible enough to succeed in this career as an omega, and if Yuuri knew anything about himself he knew he wouldn't be satisfied in this world without giving it his all in his skating career. Omega or not. Sighing to himself, Yuuri pushed off the counter in his bathroom and turned on the water to freezing before stripping off his t shirt and stepping into the frigid water. His body shivered as he adjusted to the cold rush of water before relaxing and turning it slowly to warm as his mind woke up fully from the rough night of sleep. He didn't need to be at the rink for another two hours or so, but he didn't feel like lulling around anymore. Time to put himself back to work and get his mind and body ready for the next few circuits of this season. He would rather damn himself than be caught not giving it his all to his first season within the seniors. *** Another part to my Yuri!!! on Ice OmegaVerse/ABO Dynamic story! The story mostly revolves around Yuuri and his constantly changing body as he adapts to presenting as an omega and trying to make it big in the ice skating world. Let me know what you all think ! :D

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Jayce/Viktor – Part 1/3 – Mating run; bitching; A/A; rimming; cis Viktor and Jayce (I know, shocking) – Jayce entered a mating run just to shake up the monotony of his life. He had imagined himself just running and then sending out whatever Omega or Beta he would have caught to have fun with someone else.

Until he spied another Alpha that grabbed his attention with a vengeance.

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It’s a mating run and, Jayce supposes, nobody said that that can’t include an Alpha looking for another Alpha.

It’s not why he originally signed up for this. He had been lonely and saw the advertisement on one of the university’s announcement boards and thought ‘why not?’. He hadn’t thought about it past the vague idea that he could look for an Omega, hunt them through the woods, get both their blood pumping and then relinquish them to another Alpha.

He hadn’t really been in it for the mating part, is what is the crux of the problem.

But then he’d seen that other person. He’d seen him on campus a few times and knew… nothing about him. No name, no designation, not even what kind of courses he visited. Until the guy, standing a bit off from the rest of the eagerly mingling group, had turned a little to inspect one of the last, flickering street lamps on the edge of the property, and Jayce had seen the sign plastered across his narrow shoulder blades:

Viktor

A

A/O; A/A; A/B

And… damn. If that A/A didn’t immediately burn itself into Jayce’s retinas.

.o.

Jayce starts running with the rest of the group when the starting shot is fired. The group is tight but quickly begins to fan out, Alphas, and some of the Betas hanging back to let the rest get a headstart for the real hunt to begin. He stares ahead intensely, trying to see that narrow back weaving through the trees but simply can’t quite make him out.

His jogging slows down somewhat, heart sinking as he realizes he immediately lost track of Viktor and he has no idea what he smells like yet so he can’t even track him down and – what if someone else is getting to him before him?

The rest of the Alpha and Beta group pulls past him; meandering and slow, heads tilting almost dreamily as they scent the air and seek out the smells that entice them most.

It’s then that Jayce hears the soft cracking of dried leafs behind him. He turns his head only to see… Viktor.

Wandering slowly without any hurry, his hands behind his back even as he looks into the dark canopy of the trees. There’s a bit of a limp to his gait whenever he shifts his weight toward his right leg, and now that he like the rest of the group is in his running clothes and is wearing short shorts – oh lord, they are short… – he can see a leg brace around said right leg.

Jayce’s mouth goes dry. They’re barely out of the gates, so to speak. It feels perverse to already be able to catch his prey, but…

Jayce trots over, heart in his throat. Viktor turns his head the moment the other Alpha comes within arm’s reach. There are dark circles underneath his eyes, like he hasn’t slept in days. His long hair somehow manages to look both lank and fluffy at the same time as he comes to a stop and slowly turns toward Jayce. He has to tilt his head back in order to look him in the eyes and it makes Jayce’s blood run hotter still.

He’s panting a little and he can tell Viktor notices because his mouth quirks at one corner in amusement.

“You,” Jayce rasps. “You… you’re looking for an Alpha?”

Viktor lifts one bony shoulder in a belligerent shrug. His body language is open, not showing any signs of worrying. “I am looking for anybody. I don’t think I can be picky, do you?”

Jayce thinks that Viktor is the loveliest person he has ever seen, and he wonders if it shows in the way he can’t help but swing his upper body toward him, mouth open just enough to pull in his scent, tongue directing it to waft past his palette and give him a fuller picture of the other Alpha.

He smells spicy and delicious.

“You wanna… uh… you uhm…” he can barely get the words out, especially with Viktor standing there and looking quietly amused. He’s not tilting backwards in response to Jayce’s advances which… shit. That’s kind of fucking with him all the more. He’s got the distinct feeling that Viktor knows exactly what he wants to ask but is not helping him out any just to be contrary. He just lifts one dark brow and levels him with a sardonic grin.

“...Yes?”

Jayce’s face is flaming, blood rushing through his ears and cheeks and down into his chest before trickling toward his groin. His mouth is getting decidedly dry, so he just croaks: “Bitching?”

Viktor’s eyes crinkle at the corners. Fuck, he looks seconds from laughing at Jayce, and that’s his right too because what the Hell is he doing right now? He’s fumbling this so bad.

“If you mean to ask whether you may try and make me submit…” he says slowly, his words hitting all kinds of delicious chords in Jayce’s brain. He rocks back on his heels a little and Jayce immediately bends forward more to keep the tight little distance and not make it expand further. He is completely hooked and from the way Viktor’s pupils grow fatter, he feels like the other Alpha is realizing as much.

Still, Viktor waits until he finally breaks the suspension like cutting a fine string with insanely sharp scissors: “...You may. I do not mind.”

.o.

I do not mind. He said it so non-chalantly. He said it with a little lilt that made it sound like he is indulging Jayce and fuck. Shit. He can curse in his own mind if he wants to, and he wants to, needs to, right now because Viktor makes him all dumb and eager and they’ve only met a handful of minutes ago.

His mouth opens a little wider, broad chest expanding with a deep, needy breath of the other Alpha’s warm, spiced scent. It’s undercut with the sharp tang of medicine but Viktor is here and has been greenlit, so Jayce is not going to ask whether he is well enough for a mating run. It’s just-

“You are… Talis, correct?”

Jayce’s eyes snap from the knee brace up to Viktor’s face again. He’s fumbling. Oh, he is fumbling so bad. He nods quickly, eager, trying to appear like he isn’t already sporting a pathetic half-hard chub for this slender Alpha. Tries to pretend he can’t see how Viktor is looking more and more like the cat that got the cream because of course he’d be able to smell how pathetically turned on Jayce is.

“I… yes. Yes, I am! Jayce Talis. We are-”

“We are both at the university, yes. I’ve seen you around.” Viktor’s whiskey eyes tighten with amusement, even though his mouth is still just slightly curved, not showing any teeth. “I meant to talk to you, actually.”

Jayce is panting now; open mouthed and shameless. He feels like he is basically bent in half now to get as close to Viktor’s face as possible, even though that can not be it. Viktor is not that much shorter than him, although he is willowy thin.

“You did?”

“I did,” Viktor confirms but does not elaborate. And he looks so goddamn amused; close to flat out laughing at Jayce. Standing there, smelling like that and sounding like that and not giving in by even a tiny little step backwards, no matter how close Jayce gets to him and-

His patience breaks. He’s almost drooling at this point. He’s panting so openly that he knows his large, Alphan mating fangs are on full display because Viktor’s whiskey gaze keeps dropping to his lips intermittently.

Jayce stares down at the leg brace again and just cuts to the chase – hah.

“Can you. I mean do you. I mean… should I… chase you? Can you… can you run?”

“Oh,” Viktor says, his thick, dark brows twitching together in consternation for a second, like he hadn’t thought about that. “That is… hmmm.”

Then his gaze flicks over Jayce’s shoulder, his face growing a little stiff as someone had to be approaching. Jayce’s blood immediately boils as he snaps up straight again, a low rumble in his chest, turning around to growl at whoever is trying to challenge him to Viktor-

Only – nobody is there.

The soft crack of a twig has him quickly turn back around to see Viktor’s slim form disappearing between the trees. Jayce’s mouth drops open, his blood roaring to life wilder and hotter as he goes off like a bullet shot, tearing after Viktor.

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Viktor has an odd loping gait that is wholly attributed to the damaged knee and leg brace. It does not help that it makes him look more like a rabbit. Or maybe a deer. It is making Jayce sweat with eagerness as his blood pumps and his focus settles solely on the slim Alpha in front of him.

Nobody and nothing else matters. They could be running past other runners – unlikely as the others have quite a headstart – and Jayce would be none the wiser.

Viktor is fast; but he can only run for so long. He tries to lose Jayce by weaving his way in between closer standing trees, but Jayce has his scent now and he won’t lose him anytime soon.

It’s sitting right on the back of his tongue, spiced like some kind of warm alcoholic beverage and it is making him honest to God salivate. His chest is pumping, expanding and contracting with his deep breaths, pulling more of the moist forest air laced with Viktor’s scent and pheromones into his body. It gets him drunk.

When he is close enough, he does not think about leaping, he just does it. He barrels into Viktor from behind, wrapping his arms around the slender Alpha and twisting in the air so he is the one slamming onto the ground, Viktor held securely on top of his heaving chest.

He can hear the whistle of Viktor’s frantic breathing as he just lies there, stunned. His head is on Jayce’s chest, hair thrown into wild disarray by the sudden jerk and practically perfuming the air around them with his scent. Jayce is delirious. Groans low and throaty and slowly starts to twist again. He deposits Viktor on the fallen leafs and soft soil beneath him and just looks at him while he’s ranging above the slim Alpha. They’re both panting and Jayce knows he is showing off his mating fangs like some asshole, but he can’t help it. They feel so tender in his gums.

Viktor is staring at them openly, his eyes looking brighter than before in his tired face because his pupils have drawn into little adrenaline pinpricks.

Since he is panting as well, Jayce can finally see his fangs in turn. His teeth are a little crooked all in all, but his fangs are real pretty. Only barely larger than the chubby things that Omegas sport, but perfect for his narrow face.

Jayce leans down and licks at them eagerly. There is no higher brain function involved in the motion. His blood is rushing through his body, supplying him with far too much oxygen that goes right to his head and leaves him impossibly aroused and on edge.

Viktor makes a soft sound like he is surprised. He does not attempt to lick back, but he lifts his hands and slowly curls them around Jayce’s biceps. He opens his mouth a little wider after a moment of hesitation and this show of submission is grabbing Jayce right by the throat.

He pulls back sharp enough to give himself whiplash, a high-pitched, puppy like whine threading through the air right out of his own throat.

“Oh sh-shit,” he stutters, trying to keep from humping the air and miserably failing. His cock is trapped in his shorts and with every roll of his hips, the swollen, weeping glans rubs into the fabric. Shards of pleasure creep through his veins. He leans back down, presses his forehead into Viktor’s shoulder as his hips keep humping despite himself; fucking the warm air just above Viktor’s heaving, painfully concave belly.

“Please… c-can I…?”

“If you… if you m-must.” Viktor sounds too stunned to give any real inflection to the words. He does not sound as unaffected as he wants to be, clearly. He shuffles his bony legs up until they are framing Jayce’s hips, clutching them right between them and holding him fast. He does not pull himself up, though; does not bring himself closer for Jayce to hump against.

Jayce lifts his head slowly. Strings of drool drip from his panting mouth and landing in the soil just above Viktor’s shoulder. His whole world is spinning. He wonders if he is hyperventilating. If he will be able to live through the experience of getting Viktor ready for himself because his smell is driving him absolutely insane.

It’s not until Viktor suddenly lifts his head and fits his teeth around Jayce’s throat, a warning little growl rumbling from his narrow ribcage, that Jayce finally is jerked out of his deliberations.

His hips freeze mid air and his spine feels hot and liquid as he remains nice and still while another Alpha got their teeth at his jugular. He’s burning up. He is going insane. He had just wanted to run and get the blood pumping and then let the other person go, but there is no way he can do that now.

He needs to have Viktor and the fact that he is not giving up without a fight is driving Jayce insane.

Viktor waits for a heartbeat or two, then briefly pinches Jayce’s throat harder between his teeth before pulling away and licking his lips.

“You should get on with it. Before I change my mind,” he cautions in a low voice.

Jayce groans and barely catches himself from collapsing on top of the slim Alpha. His cock is pulsing warm and insistent and in time with his frantic, strong heartbeat. He slowly lifts himself higher again, kneeling on all fours above Viktor, and closes his eyes. He has to get his shit together. He needs to…

“Oh…” Viktor mutters beneath him. Just a puff of air, really. Soft and surprised sounding.

Jayce’s eyes open to find Viktor has his head lifted a little and is staring down between them, so he lowers his head to follow his gaze and whimpers when he too sees how translucent his running shorts have become with how much he’s been wetting through them. As they both watch, his cock flexes like it has a mind of its own; like it needs to make sure it got Viktor’s attention.

Jayce can feel how he’s pumping out even more wetness; how it is seeping into the fabric until it can’t hold any more and a fat, viscous drop starts to form, pressing out between the fibres right above his prominently visible piss slit.

One of Viktor’s hands reaches down. Jayce doesn’t have enough brain capacity to anticipate what he would be doing until those long fingers curl around his shaft as best they can with the shorts in the way.

His hips jerk immediately, obediently fucking into the other Alpha’s palm once, twice, almost three times before he can bite his lip and force himself perfectly still again.

“You’re…” Viktor swallows thickly. His other arm curls around Jayce’s hip and guides him down until he can cup that wet, needy cock against his concave stomach. “You’re… exceptionally big, Jayce. I am unsure if you will physically fit.”

There’s a high-pitched whistling noise starting up between Jayce’s ears. It sounds like a tea kettle and he is not at all sure if it isn’t actually coming out of his throat.

“It’ll fit,” he whines, quick and eager. He’s had to slide his knees farther apart in order to accommodate Viktor pulling him down and the burn in his inner thighs is somewhat grounding him. “It’ll fit, it’ll fit! I promise!”

Viktor looks unconvinced but there is an enticing blush on his gaunt cheeks and his long fingers are idly petting through the thick wetness seeping through Jayce’s shorts. He licks his mating fangs, then rasps: “You better take good care of me, Jayce Talis.”

Jayce’s eyes nearly roll back into his skull as he allows himself to rut forward against Viktor’s belly and hand cupping him. Just once.

“I’ll be so good for you, Viktor,” he promises through panting, eager gasps.

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

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Victor Nikiforov, Lilia Baranovskaya, Yuri Plisetsky, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Emil Nekola, Lee Seung Gil, Katsuki Yuuri, Yakov Feltsman, Celestino Cialdini, Phichit Chulanont, Katsuki Mari, Katsuki Hiroko, Sara Crispino, Michele Crispino, Minami Kenjirou, Christophe Giacometti Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha Victor Nikiforov, Beta Katsuki Yuuri, Omega Katsuki Yuuri, Happy Ending, Star Trek References, Political AU, sort of, Panic Attacks, VictUuri, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

In a world where betas ruled, alphas and omegas were treated as less than human. After centuries of prejudice, they rebelled, commandeered a colony ship and left Earth for the Proxima Centauri system, vowing to create a new world where all people, regardless of gender, would be treated equally.

200 years later, a reformed Earth approaches Proxima asking to reestablish contact and to reconcile their worlds. Victor Nikiforov, a popular and successful politician on Proxima, is chosen to lead the mission to Earth and accompany a team from Earth back to Proxima for a scientific exchange.

The team from Earth consists of ordinary people descended from omegas and alphas who chose to remain on Earth. Yuuri Katsuki, a researcher into transporter technology and completely ordinary and unremarkable Earthling (a PhD and excellent service record don’t count - shush Phichit!) is both thrilled and terrified at the prospect of meeting the handsome ambassador who has taken the Earth by storm.

This is their story…

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More asks about precious Beta!Yuuri ^_^

I do feel like Yuuri would be a “determined little fluffball”, yes. I really like the idea of him being oddly soothing to others in his life, like he’s constantly doubting himself but he’s such a comfort to people. And the poor little muffin wouldn’t even realise it.

God bless Beta!Yuuri.

I’m sure that at different stages of life, Yuuri would have had different thoughts about which dynamic he’d want to be if he could choose. But being a Beta isn’t so bad; there are a lot of problems or inconveniences that he won’t have to deal with being the middle dynamic.

I feel like as a kid he would have had more desire to be an Alpha, seeing as they’re seen as strong and capable. And if Viktor was an Alpha, kid!Yuuri would definitely have some bias since he looked up to him so much. I don’t think he would have been too disappointed or devastated presenting as a Beta; Yuuri seems like a practical guy. At least in some ways. He understands the way of the world, even if it sometimes makes him sad. He’s still emotionally influenced. I feel like he’d be a more emotional Beta than usual.

He’d have access to a lot more job opportunities, for instance, and there aren’t many limits on Beta careers. They don’t need to worry about heat leave or control their instincts. In fact Betas are often quite calming individuals, and they don’t get riled as often or at the same things. They don’t have as much pressure to find partners, like Alphas and Omegas do when they seek partners of their own.

Speaking for canon Yuuri, being a Beta would probably be the best option for a skating career. He’d have much more time than Omegas and Alphas who would have to either suppress and risk infertility, or waste a week (or days depending on how the cycles run) out of every month or so to deal with heats and ruts. So Yuuri could have even more time to practice than Viktor if he really committed (that’s assuming that Viktor was an Alpha).

And that thought just makes me very happy. Can you even imagine Alpha!Viktor clumsily trying to not be intimidating by accident? And how concerned he would be over his fans, hyperventilating Omegas and the like.

I just really need a fic of Beta!Yuuri and excitable Alpha!Viktor ^_^