Viktor choreographing Yuuri’s free skate.
These specific parts stand out in my mind as representing the beginning, middle, and end. Inspired by @borntomake‘s meta. Yes, I do get very emotional.

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Viktor choreographing Yuuri’s free skate.
These specific parts stand out in my mind as representing the beginning, middle, and end. Inspired by @borntomake‘s meta. Yes, I do get very emotional.
Authors mod Andi checked out this week!
I’ve got another bunch for you guys to check out ;D
proantagonist – @borntomake
Falling (Victor’s Story)
I’ve always personally loved any and all character studies of Victor and Falling is no exception. Proantagonist manages to capture Victor’s essence extremely well, portraying it not only through an explicit stating of his feelings, but by managing to translate that into his actions. I was, however slightly, disappointed by how Viktor and Yakov’s relationship progressed towards the end, but I enjoyed the work overall so much, I definitely would say to give it a read!
rowenthegreat – @rowenthegreat
The Shapeshifter Who Was a Dragon
Although their prose might not be filled with flowery descriptions or overly explicit studies of the characters’ emotions, their dialogue is definitely something to be accounted for; it overall leads to a lighter, more airy read that I very much enjoyed! Some of Yuuri’s reactions might have seemed out of character, especially in the beginning chapters, but they were smoothed out and everything worked out!
slightlied – @forovnix
Wanted: Skating Lessons + made out of music and machine
There’s no other way to describe slightlied’s writing: it simply flows so smoothly, scenes transitioning easily and giving the readers all they would need in a fanfic. Besides that, they are such a well-rounded author, talented in most aspects of writing, and their work is so jovial and refreshing to read! I especially loved how new each idea they presented seemed, a huge thumbs up from me!
Mischief and Adoration
From @pro-antagonist‘s Winter Song, chapter 15:
Having found his second wind, Victor unexpectedly put his hands beneath Yuuri’s arms and hoisted him into the air.
“Victor,” Yuuri said, laughing. “What are you doing?”
Victor laughed as well. He swung Yuuri around once before setting him back down again, then grinned as he pulled him further down the beach. Victor’s overcoat, suit jacket, and shoes had all fallen to the ground, forgotten. “Yakov wants me to practice with him in the morning. We could go through our lifts for the exhibition now in case we don’t have time.”
“While you’re drunk?” Yuuri couldn’t stop laughing and almost crumpled to the sand when Victor tried to pick him up a second time. He’d grabbed Yuuri a little too high and had tickled him.
“What’s wrong?” Victor tried again, this time wrapping his arms beneath Yuuri’s bottom and lifting him up that way. His feet dangled beneath him, his stomach pressed to Victor’s chest. Winter blue eyes sparkled up at him, filled with equal parts mischief and adoration. “Scared I’m going to drop you?”
Unable to resist, Yuuri put his hands on Victor’s face and kissed him once before drawing back with a grin. Victor had dropped him during their pair skating practices. Many times. “I might be having some nervous flashbacks, but I guess sand is softer to land on than ice.”
I’m really happy with this one, particularly the background. I don’t do them enough, so they’re a bit of a weak point for me. I made their faces more red than normal because Victor has consumed a fair bit of alcohol at dinner, and it’s freaking cold outside.
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I’ve been wanting to make an AMV for Yuri!!! on Ice since watching the series, and I finally got the inspiration after reading this amazing fic by @pro-antagonist. Her fic is titled after one of my favorite songs; “Winter Song” by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michealson. Seriously, there was one winter a few years back where I listened to this song for months on repeat.
In any case, please watch in HD, and enjoy! <3
ICONIC!!!
“Why is it important to you that I keep skating?”
- Winter Song, chapter 11 by @borntomake
/casually sobbing because reasons
(First pictured referenced from here)
Day 1: Confessions - A Short Victuuri Week Fic
Title:
Author: darkling1listen (das me)
Rating: G
Warnings: um, I get a little wordsy bc the last time I wrote was years ago during a phase in which I was kinda obsessed with John Keats. Also this is during episode 4, and borntomake who is writing Winter Song (SO GOOD BTW!!!!), mentioned in one of her metas that Yuuri seems to fall in love with Victor during the scene sequence of them training together. I was also inspired by her post about how Viktor must have skated the Yuri On Ice program for him and how beautiful it must have been. So I wrote a little vignette I guess of Yuuri admitting, confessing to himself that he loves Victor.
It began the day after Victor had taken him to the beach. The coil of tension that had settled in his stomach clenched even tighter as they watched the clouds roll off the waves in the distance, silent, save for the soft sound of Makkachin panting and licking her fur. For awhile now, Yuuri had found it difficult to look at Victor for too long because he wasn’t sure if he understood what was often in those unreadable, pale, blue eyes. Did he want to be here? He certainly seemed cheerful enough, and enjoyed lounging around Yuuri’s space with a wide smile. But sometimes, those eyes seemed to rest on him in a measuring way and the focus of them left Yuuri blushing and turning away resolutely. Victor’s eyes were an icy blue, but they had a translucence to them that suggested depth, the way glacial ice might hold both shadows and shafts of light that seemed to flicker from within.
That day at the beach however, both Yuuri and Victor’s gaze were turned toward the churn of waves and the little white hulls of seagulls passing overhead. Victor broke the silence to speak of his home back in St. Petersburg, and the gentle, measured sound of his voice was reassuring. Opening back up to him, taking that step forward and having Victor do the same filled Yuuri with a sense of determination to work hard towards Victor’s expectations, his way of meeting Victor’s love.
The day after they had gone to the beach, Yuuri noticed a warmth that had settled in his chest, spreading to his arms and legs so that every time he skated he felt lighter, able to flow through the movements more. The warmth danced lightly, like the kind of warmth that settles on the shoulders from the sun during a cool spring day. He found himself opening up more, shyly, slowly, but each time he did he was rewarded with a soft, genuine smile from Victor, who despite being critical at times with his technique, was always accepting of Yuuri’s suggestions and ideas. He loved the music for his Free Skate program, and so desperately wanted Victor to love it too.
When Victor began planning out his program, when he began choreographing the sequence, he was struck with not only how well Victor already understood him as a skater, but his life as well. The story of the program put his life on display, and he had never viewed it with an especially favorable eye. But watching Victor skate it for him the first time… he seemed to imbue it with all the feelings and emotions from the past, but also from the present. He’d found himself smiling more often, eyes sparkling. At that moment though, the warmth that had settled in his chest seemed to race throughout his body, darting up his spine and into his fingertips.
A feeling that Yuuri had no name for until he watched Victor glide through the outside eagle into the Ina Bauer. At that moment a patch of sunlight picked up the bright, silvery tones of his hair and his bright, bright, arctic eyes, which opened and closed with a tenderness in them that left Yuuri unable to pull his eyes away. He whispered, “Please, God. Give me Victor’s time, if only just for now.”
In that moment, he decided to call it love.
Eros!Yuri is going to be the death of me (⌒▽⌒)