#belovedyuuri

[littorella]

Collab with the most talented Basia @belovedyuuri whose words are like a dream.

hear me, see me, feel me

[victuurikatsu]

Ahhh! Here’s artwork I managed for a collaboration I have been working on with the lovely @belovedyuuri for @wewritevictuuri Valentine’s Day Collab!

Viktor and Yuuri being softies in a pillow fort.

Check out our story on AO3: “all I want is you.”

[n3rdlif343va]

If you're not too flooded with them... Yuuri cleaning the apartment extra thoroughly and Viktor wants to know why?

I am never too flooded for you, my Capt :) This went somewhere I didn’t expect. Whoops! Hope you like it!

Victor stood bleary-eyed at the door to their bedroom, resting against the door jam and stifling a yawn behind his hand. Sundays were usually their day to rest, and most Sundays they spent extra time in bed, curled up with Makkachin simply enjoying their shared coziness.

This Sunday, Victor had woken to an empty bed, the bedroom door shut tightly and the sounds of hurried movements whirling beyond their bedroom walls. Curiosity finally got the best of him, pulling him from the comforting warmth of the sheets and to the place where he now stood.

Yuuri was a being possessed by frantic energy. Victor likened his frenzied pace to that of the Flash, smiling proudly to himself that he was able to remember the name of one of Yuuri’s many superheroes. Quietly he observed Yuuri running a dust rag over every surface of their already dust-free living room, cocking his head with a small laugh when Yuuri began to dust the baseboard at the bottom of their walls.

Brow pinching, Victor surveyed the rest of the room from his perch, detecting the smell of cleaning solutions in the air and a distinct shine from all of their kitchen counters. Their apartment was normally tidy, but it currently looked pristine in a way that Victor could never remember it being. Confused, Victor padded over to where Yuuri was currently dusting the legs of their coffee table, squatting down next to him to plant a kiss to Yuuri’s cheek.

“My love, what are you up to?” Victor brushed his fingers through Yuuri’s hair, carefully detangling the knots as they snagged. It wasn’t until he glanced down at Yuuri’s face that he saw the redness of Yuuri’s eyes and the puffiness of Yuuri’s cheeks. “Oh Yuuri…” Victor felt the sting in his heart, immediately recognizing the signs of anxiety painted over his face. Calmly, Victor took the rag from Yuuri’s hand and placed it on the floor, guiding Yuuri gently into his lap. “How long have you been up?” It pained him that he didn’t already know the answer, the guilt quickly building inside of his chest.

“Only two hours,” Yuuri’s voice was muffled against Victor’s chest, his arms already tightening around Victor’s waist to pull them closer together. He shivered slightly when Victor massaged circles into his knotted shoulder muscles, sighing with relief as he snuggled closer into Victor’s chest.

“Nightmare?” Victor asked, feeling Yuuri nod against his chest. He had discovered Yuuri’s subconscious habit of stress dreaming whenever something was weighing heavily on his mind. The dreams rarely made sense, but they always left Yuuri with a bundle of nerves that were nearly impossible to settle.

They sat silently together on the living room floor, Victor’s back pressed against the couch, Yuuri’s head resting on Victor’s chest where he could hear Victor’s heartbeat. Victor didn’t pressure Yuuri for details and Yuuri didn’t offer them, so they stayed in silence as Victor continued to work the stressed tightness from Yuuri’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri whispered, voice cracking on the last syllable as he buried his face harder into Victor’s chest. “I’m sorry I woke you, I tried not to.”

“Yuuri,” Victor stopped rubbing to circle his arms around Yuuri’s body. He had long ago learned not to force Yuuri to look at him during these moments. “You have to do what makes you comfortable. You can wake me anytime if it will help you, but if you need space to spit shine the entire apartment, I can give you that too.” Dipping his head, Victor pressed a kiss to Yuuri’s hair line, smiling when he heard Yuuri snort.

“Can we go back to bed?” Yuuri finally lifted his head, his gaze softer and calmer than it had been when Victor first found him.

“Yes, as long as I can pee first,” Victor joked, chuckling when Yuuri snorted again. He couldn’t help his growing smile when Yuuri reached up to kiss him.

“I still feel… twitchy…” Yuuri remarked, standing from the floor and pulling Victor up with him.

“It’s alright,” Victor wound his fingers between Yuuri’s, lifting their hands to press a kiss to Yuuri’s fingers. “I love all of you, even your twitchy parts.” With the sound of Yuuri’s shaky laughter dancing around them, they made their way back to the bedroom, ready to restart their Sunday together.

[themayflynans]

Happy Fanfic Writer's Appreciation Day, Sarah c: I love your fics so much, especially the fics you wrote for domestic victuuri week because *softly clenches fist* on my god c': that scene where Yuuri and Viktor realised Yuuri won a gold medal and what it meant--that the wedding was happening, I think about it sometimes and my heart beats with love, ahhh <3 Thank you for writing, thank you for /sharing/ it with us c: is there a fic of yours that you particularly like?

Omg I didn’t even know it was fic writers appreciation day until I saw this!!! Thank you so much Basia, this was such a gorgeous surprise and I’m astounded and so pleased that my little domestic ficlets have stayed with you all this time, especially from someone who writes so beautifully. 💜💜💜 To answer your question - honestly, my favorite is probably a tie between “Wet and Long” (in all its cracky glory) because it got me to write fic again after 10 years and “murmurs half-asleep”, because I feel like it captures my style as a writer - dense poetic prose, ideas and imagery more than a solid narrative. It hasn’t helped me get any closer to finishing any other fic since domestic Victuuri week (and also it’s been,,,,A Year) but I love it all the same!

[dabsquat]

Do you have any authors/fics/blogs you recommend?

i’m happy to offer you some!! <3

here are some fics (they are all sfw so i’m sorry friends who mainly write smut!! i have a bunch of nsfw recs but let’s keep this one safe):

a happy day blown me by the breezes by @everymanwillbeaking

lord, show me how to say no to this by @red-heather

properties of magnetism by medowfoam

if you can’t take the heat by @summersteve

a choreographer’s dilemma by mysecretfanmoments (it’s pretty popular but one of my favorites!)

EDIT: I FORGOT ABOUT THE BLOGS LMAO

besides those i’d suggest:

@softboyyuuri @nikiforoov @idril @jinlian @rinablet @trashalot @extrayuurikatsuki @acemoppet @tsarvictor @stammi-vicino @quadsuki @rainbowvictor @lauravian @rainbowvicturi @ilarual @v-niliforov @nicaforov @subnikiforov  @daddykatsuki @ango-mcmango @goldenvitya @trophyhusbandvictor

(i’m probably forgetting a bunch and i’m sorry fjksdjflsd)

[savedbythenotepad]

i’m here to say that @belovedyuuri is an actual angel who lives among us mortals on this earth. she is beautiful and talented and deserves the whole world. i can’t even because she’s so amazing.

[nikiforoov]

@tsarvictor replied to your post “i was thinking of creating one of those “daily” blogs for vitya but...”

yeeessss i've been thinking of this as well!!! like a dailyvictornikiforov blog would be amazing!!! all the love and admiration for my precious bab :')

I KNOW RIGHT! ♥♥ apparently i’m doing this since i've already saved a few possible urls oops

@belovedstill replied to your post

c': this is never a bad idea, you could create a private or a group blog and I bet everybody would love it

yesss there’s no way a vitya blog could ever be a bad idea! ♥ it would prob have to be a group blog or i’m going to end up having another near-burnout within one year ahahaha :’D

[n3rdlif343va]

Prompt requested by @misstomoyo1990 :) Victuri. Someone trying to make Yuuri jealous (pretending to have flirted/Kissed Víctor) and Yuuri killing it with his wit. Love ya btw! ❤ 

I hope you get a kick out of the silliness I came up with!! (there is a cut because this one also got away from me LOL)

Victor had never really paid attention to springtime in St. Petersburg. He was sure that there was a time, before skating became the center of his universe, that he had noticed the changing colors and growing heat in the air, flavored with all the promises of new beginnings. Vaguely he could recall his first spring with Makkachin, weaving flowers into his patient poodle’s hair and rolling through the softness of the grass finally making its way out from underneath the smothering snow.

For so long those memories felt distant and disconnected, out of his reach and almost as if they had happened to another person. Spring was another season, allowing for later running times and longer training hours.

With Yuuri, however, spring in St. Petersburg brought back the strength of those memories and the exquisite hope of creating brand new ones.

Together they walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, chatting aimlessly about the extra sunlight and the blooming flowers. Yuuri’s eyes sparkled as he took in the spectacle of the outdoor vendors beginning to crowd the streets, the hustle of the city no longer causing him to tumble into a ball of his own nerves. Yuuri looked at home, and Victor’s heart soared with the realization that Yuuri was at home with him.

He was lost in the mesmerizing sight of Yuuri’s curiosity and completely missed the sound of another man calling his name. Victor would have continued to ignore it, even after his ears had caught the familiar sound, except the source of pure annoyance appeared in front of him, forcing himself into Victor’s space. Yuuri dropped his hand and took a step back, making Victor blush as his fiancé eyed the situation with an interested tilt to his head.

“Vitya!” the boorish man shouted again, throwing a beefy arm over Victor’s shoulder and pulling him into an unwelcome hug.

“Don’t call me that,” Victor mumbled, worming his hands between their bodies and pushing the man off of him. Crossing his arms with an air of indifference, Victor tried his best to look bored with the human in front of him.

“Oh Vitya, always pretending to be hard to get,” the man smirked, tossing his arm back around Victor’s shoulders and leaning back into his space. Victor could feel his skin begin to prickle, torn between wanting to yell at the idiot pawing at him and the obligation to remain civil in public. It had been Victor’s life struggle and he could feel the conflict beginning to churn inside him.

“I’m Yuuri,” stepping back into the situation, Yuuri’s jaw looked like he was clenching it to keep himself from saying something rude. Victor recognized the look, and it caused a curl of heat in his chest, relieving some of the welling terror that had been building there.

“Hm? Oh. Boris.” Slapping his hand into Yuuri’s, Boris continued to bear his weight onto Victor’s body. “Vitya here should have introduced me properly. We go way back you know.” His rough beard scraped against Victor’s temple, making Victor wince from the contact.

“I believe it,” Yuuri flicked a hand toward Victor, face not giving away any form of emotion and making Victor wonder exactly what was going on in Yuuri’s head. “I’m sure you were one of the many people Victor tolerated simply because he felt obligated to.” Yuuri’s smile was pleasantly sarcastic as Victor choked on a laugh.

“Excuse me?!” Boris released Victor from his grasp and brought his chest to Yuuri’s face. He was a mammoth of a being and Victor panicked that Yuuri was about to get hit for his stinging comment. “I’ll have you know,” Boris barked, jabbing a finger into Yuuri’s chest, “Vitya and I were hot back in the day.”

Chuckling, Yuuri shook his head, “Victor has always been hot. You? Hm, I don’t see it.” Casually shrugging his shoulders, Yuuri continued to smirk up at Boris’s reddening face. “Besides, Victor has much better taste than that.” Reaching around Boris’s brick of a body, Yuuri used his hand adorned with his ring to guide Victor to his side. With a coy smile, he lifted Victor’s own ringed finger and kissed it.

“Vitya, when you decide you want a real man, I’m sure you can still find your way to my place.” Boris growled, face looking like an excellent impersonation of a snarling bull dog.

“Do real men have penises smaller than their egos?” Yuuri asked Victor, his Japanese conversationally paced so that Victor could follow along. “If so, then I suppose he is correct.” Victor had barely processed Yuuri’s question, when he burst out in laughter from Yuuri’s switch to flawless Russian.

“What did he say?” Boris glared between the two of them, nostrils flailing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak stupid,” Yuuri spoke again in Japanese, his eyes wide as he blinked innocently. Victor curled himself onto Yuuri’s side, hiding his laughter in the crook of Yuuri’s neck.

Roaring with frustration, Boris threw his hands in the air, stomping back into the crowd with the anger turning his neck red. Victor peeked out from Yuuri’s neck, sighing in relief to see the awful man disappearing into the sea of people.

“Do I even want to know?” Yuuri chuckled, pushing Victor up from his shoulder. Victor’s cheeks flushed as Yuuri studied him.

Unsure what to say, Victor shrugged. “I never dated him. Or anything with him. He played junior hockey and used to ask me out a lot. That’s all.”

“My Vitya, the heartbreaker,” Yuuri teased, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Victor’s cheek. His laughter tickled Victor’s skin, making him relax into Yuuri’s touch.

“I thought for a moment you were going to punch him,” Victor felt himself begin to settle as Yuuri intertwined their fingers again. “You had that fierce determination which usually only appears when you are about to do something stupid.” He laughed again when Yuuri jabbed him in the ribs with a gentle elbow.

“Punching him would not have been stupid,” Yuuri argued, falling in step next to Victor and letting himself be led toward the first set of stalls.

“Yuuri,” Victor cooed, jokingly batting his eyes in Yuuri’s direction, “you would punch a man for me?” He was not going to admit that the thought had his heart doing a little jig in his chest.

“A thousand men,” Yuuri corrected, stopping to pull Victor into him. “I would punch a thousand men for you, if it meant keeping you safe and happy.” His sentence was barely complete before Victor was stealing it away with a kiss.

Spring in St. Petersburg was certainly different with Yuuri around, and Victor was definitely looking forward to all the memories they were going to make. (Especially if they involved Yuuri threatening anyone who dared to flirt with him.)