#chrisvic

[saitubaki]

Victor gave Chris a single tulip, which in Japan means "You are my destiny.

And the meaning of the flower itself is "budding love.

[asagi-s-garden]

Title: Awakenings Rating: E Theme: Masturbation Word Count: 2,127 Summary: The first time Christophe touched himself had been because of Viktor Nikiforov

Or: Viktor was Chris's sexual awakening, and a decade later, Chris still holds a place in his heart (and his libido) for him, however, as of late, Viktor isn't the only one Chris has thoughts about when he's alone...

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23777323

Art by @venom-for-free

Event: @yoiselfcestfest

[rareshipsonice]

Rare Ships!!! on Ice: Chris/Victor Round-Up

The 2019 gifts are revealed! Browse the entire collection - gen and shippy, m/m and f/f and m/f and other - here, or check out our Chris/Victor fics below. Creators will be revealed July 21!

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Sport and Sunshine for Heavenly_Pearl 9,030 words, Rated Teen, No Warnings Apply

Victor comes to Switzerland for a training camp one summer and stays with Chris. They pick flowers, practice together, enjoy the pretty countryside, and spend a lot of time making out.

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I should just retire for Halrloprillalar 1,234 words, Rated Teen, No Warnings Apply

What could be better than coffee, in Paris, with his idol and role model Olympic Champion Victor Nikiforov? Well, he didn't exactly expect the other skater to be having a midlife crisis at eighteen, but that's how life long bonds happen.

[scribblyorro]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Christophe Giacometti/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Christophe Giacometti, Victor Nikiforov Additional Tags: Crossdressing, Frottage Summary:

Chris would be satisfied with a normal date with his long distance hook up slash boyfriend. But then Victor shows up in a pink dress and refuses to give him a clear answer about why.

Written for azriona from the FTH event and inspired by @latigreblanche-draws-things‘s gorgeous art. I cannot say it enough, I had so much fun with this, because I’ve been wanting to write a fic to the art since before the event.

[alice-plisetsky]

And another old sketch that I colored and probably ruined lol. I hope, I get around to actually draw something new...sometime.

[vforov]

Christophe and Victor dated for a while, and it’s kinda funny. In the end Victor broke up with him because he had the suspicion that Christophe only dated him for his dog.

Chris: Is Makkachin here?

Victor: Yeah, she’s laying on the couch right now.

Chris: Can I take her for a walk?

Victor: Sure, I’ll come along!

Chris: Are you sure? It’s cold out there, Victor. I mean, you live in Russia but still, cold. I’ll take her for you.

Victor: You know, Chris. I feel like you love my dog more than you love me.

Chris: What makes you say that? *Christophe starts leading Makkachin out the door*

Victor: Christophe, don’t take my dog–

Chris: I’m only taking her for a walk! *Christophe starts hurrying down the hall*

Victor: Christophe? CHRISTOPHE STOP—! STOP RUNNING AWAY WITH MY DOG!

Chris: MAKKACHIN, RUN!

[exartblogaggro]

El Tango de Roxanne. ~ Victor and Chris in a 1900!AU.

[icicle33]

I would love to read more Vichris! Could you write me a drabble? Prompt “I’ll keep you warm.”

Okay, anon, I’m pretty sure I know who you are, but I’ll play along. Have some fluffy Vichris. I hope you like it.

“I can’t believe we’re spending our holiday in Russia.” Chris sighs heavily and leans into Victor’s shoulder. He nuzzles his face against Victor’s soft sweater and gazes at the fireplace, staring into the fading flames. “This is not what I pictured.”

Victor just laughs and begins raking his fingers through Chris’s curls. “Are you not happy?” Victor scoots closer to Chris on the plush couch. He tosses his long hair behind his other shoulder and then wraps his legs around Chris’s, pushing their knees together. He pouts and flutters his eyelashes as he sneaks his right foot up the leg of Chris’s pants, rubbing it against his shin.

Chris hates that look. He’s always been weak for it – for Victor – in general.

“Don’t I make you happy?” Victor asks, sounding much too coy.

“Don’t be stupid, Vitya.” Chris tries to squirm away from Victor’s cold feet.  "You know that you do. You know how I feel about you…"

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that. A warmth spreads up his cheeks, which Victor will surely notice. Panicking, Chris burrows his face further into Victor’s sweater.

This thing with Victor is still new and neither of them are really the type to talk about feelings. Or anything at all. They haven’t even discussed their relationship status yet. And while Chris would be more than happy to continue their arrangement, he doesn’t know if that’s what Victor wants. He’s Victor Nikiforov after all. Does he even do boyfriends?

Chris hopes if he hides long enough Victor will forget his misstep. He desperately needs to change the subject.

“It’s just…that—” Chris explains, trying not to stumble through his words. “You took gold and I took silver at the Grand Prix Finals. It’s my first big win and I thought we could celebrate somewhere…warm.”

Victor stops stroking Chris’s hair and turns to face him. “I thought you liked Russia.” Victor flashes Chris a smug grin.  "You said I could choose where we go since I won.“

“I did. But now I changed my mind.”

Chris untangles his limbs from Victor’s embrace. He needs to be strong. He won’t let Victor win this round. He’s already said too much and must redeem himself. He stands up from the couch and smiles wickedly. “Let’s make a new bet. And—if I win, we leave tomorrow for St. Barth’s.”

Victor cocks an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Chris thinks Victor looks unsure, but he also knows that Victor never turns down a challenge. Competition drives him. It’s one of the things Chris admires most.

“I won’t tell unless you agree.” Chris licks his lips. “You’ll have to trust me.”

Victor hesitates for a moment but then nods. “Fine. You know I trust you, Christophe.” He offers a soft smile and holds his hand out to shake on the agreement.

Chris takes Victor’s hand and then lifts it to his mouth. He presses his lips against the back of Victor’s hand, first kissing it gently and then tracing the raised veins with his tongue, sucking on the delicate skin.

“Chris, what are you doing?” Chris can hear Victor’s voice crack.

He watches Victor’s pupils grow wider. Chris releases Victor’s hand and then brings him closer. He grabs Victor by the waist, pressing their bodies against each other, and then unbuckles his belt. “I’m going to suck your cock.”

“But—”

“No buts.”

Chris shuts Victor up with a kiss. He yanks Victor’s hair and then kisses him soundly. Within seconds, Victor responds; his lips and mouth are pliant against his. Victor’s fingers tug at the collar of his shirt and Chris knows that he’s won. Early on, he learned that kissing Victor is the best way to shut him up.

“Two minutes,” Chris says. “I’m going to make you come in two minutes. That’s the bet.”  After breaking the kiss, his own voice sounds breathless; his pants tighten against his growing erection.

Victor lets out a low moan against Chris’s mouth. His pupils are fully dilated now, eyes dark in the firelight, silver lashes fluttering against his cheek.

“And if I win?”

Victor doesn’t wait for a response. He’s already pushing Chris’s head down toward his crotch.

“If you win,” Chris says, making himself comfortable on his knees, “then you can keep me warm.”