#cisflip

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Today on my gay agenda: turn all my yaois into yuris

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Hello! I was wondering if you have anymore cisflip ficlets/headcanons in mind? Your writing is amazing and I still go back to read Firebird all the time!

AHH! I’m glad you like it so much!

Here’s part of something that might become bigger or might stand alone, the working title of which is “U-Haul: Moving Made Gayer”

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In another world, in another time, Yuri Katsukiperhaps would have had a very different reaction to Viktoria Nikiforovastanding in front of her bedroom door, asking to have a sleepover. Viktoria isthe twenty-seven-year-old reigning figure skating champion for half a decade andshe’s wearing a designer camisole over a pair of silk sleeping shorts, but she’salso wearing poodle slippers that Yuuri is pretty sure you can buy online fortwelve dollars. Her make-up is gone and her face has lost some of its angles,some of its allure, but she smells like vanilla and there is a faint sheen ofwhat must be lipbalm on her mouth. She is a grown woman, graceful and refined,but there is something childlike about her standing there, clutching her pillowwith Makkachin at her feet.

Yuri Katsuki might have turned her down,because she’s intimidating. She represents everything Yuri wants to be andmight not ever achieve.

But Yuri is also a woman who loves woman, andshe loves Viktoria—she has for halfher life—and something about Viktoria, underneath that charm and lipstick andheight, feels a little broken. Feels a little bit like it needs the kind of careand reassurance that can only come from another woman, even just a friend.Perhaps especially a friend.

So she looks Viktoria up and down for amoment, from hair in a French plait against the side of her head to the eyes ofthe poodle slippers, then opens the door to her room.

“Alright,” she whispers then, standing back tolet Viktoria come in. She’s still a little nervous about this whole thing, andmaybe a little afraid of Viktoria in a way. But there is a fullness in herheart that can only be happiness, andshe knows herself well enough to understand that she wants Viktoria close to her.“It’s not very big, but—”

“That’s alright!” Viktoria, almostpathologically cheerful, slips past Yuri in a furtive movement like she’safraid Yuri will change her mind and slam the door in her face instead. Once inside,she drops her pillow onto the floor and sits down, folding her legs underherself and plopping onto the floor in one seamless movement. She glances aroundat the freshly-bare walls. The room feels at once bigger and smaller with theabsence of the posters now living underneath Yuri’s bed.

“You’re not going to sleep on the floor,”says Yuri, whose mother would personally set her adrift in the Sea of Japan ifshe thought Yuri was letting guests sleep on the floor. “I’ll get you a futon.Or you can sleep on my bed—”

“Alright,” Viktoria agrees, slightly tooeasily, and hurls her pillow atop the mattress.

“Okay,” Yuri says, nodding to herself. “Alright,good, I’m gonna—” she makes to open the door, but she grabs for the handleblind because Viktoria is rising now, more or less the same way she sat down,all of her limbs unfolding at once. Yuri’s fingers brush the doorjamb and notmuch else.

“Where are you going?” Viktoria asks,settling herself on the edge of Yuuri’s bed. Her legs are so long. She crossesthem and the toes of her upper leg almost brush the hardwood. It’s an elegantmovement that makes Yuri want to physically erupt.

“To get a futon,” says Yuri, gesturing ineffectuallyat the floor.

“For me?”

“For me,”says Yuri, still pawing around for the door handle. It has, apparently,migrated from the spot it has been occupying for twenty-three years, and Yurican no longer find it. “So that I can sleep—on the—” Her tongue twists in onitself as she watches Viktoria lay down lengthwise on her bed, feet curled up behindher thighs. She’s settled her pillow and head at the opposite end of the bed fromwhere Yuri typically does. “Fluh. Flurr. Floor.”

“Why?” Viktoria asks. “We can share your bed,right? I don’t want to kick you out.” She reaches out and Yuri, for some reasonunknown even to herself, steps away from the door and gives Viktoria her hand. Herfingers are long and slim, strong, and they tighten around Yuuri’s palm andpull her down until she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, settled in the regionof Viktoria’s hips. Viktoria Nikiforova is in her bed smelling like vanilla anddesigner fragrance, and Yuuri is wearing a T-shirt she stole from Phichit and apair of Pikachu pajama pants someone gave her in middle school, and a very oldpair of black cotton panties. She hasn’t washed her hair in three days.

This is not how she thought this would go inthose fantasies.

There’s also a dog here. Yuri isn’t surewhere dogs figured in. She always figured there would be one, but probably not watching.

“Are you sure?” Yuri asks, feeling condescendingand needy all at once. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable—”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” Viktoriaseems to genuinely not understand Yuri’s concern, and Yuri thinks it must be a languagebarrier thing, or perhaps a culture clash thing, but even with being aware of itshe isn’t sure how to explain that, usually, two people who have just met don’tshare a tiny single bed unless under the most dire of circumstances.

Not that Yuri hasn’t had fantasies that involvethose circumstances, of course.

There’sa scheduling mistake at the Olympics and Viktoria Nikiforova and I have toshare a single bed in the Olympic village. Oops! Viktoria Nikiforova has broughtonly lingerie to wear. Viktoria Nikiforova braids my hair and I eat her out.

ViktoriaNikiforova and I somehow-it’s-not-important are trapped in a mountain cabinwhere there is only one bed and we must cuddle to conserve warmth! ViktoriaNikiforova braids my hair and I eat her out.

ViktoriaNikiforova and I are passengers on one of those old-timey sleeper cars going fromone side of Russia to the other SHUT UP PHICHIT IT’S A FANTASY and we have toshare one of those combination seat-and-bed things and by the time we get offthe train in Vladivostok, Viktoria Nikiforova has asked me to run away withher. Also, Viktoria Nikiforova braids my hair and I eat her out.

“Because you’re used to sleeping alone?” Yuriventures, and knows even as it’s exiting her mouth that she is fucking up. Assumingthat Viktoria usually sleeps alone, not to mention that even if she does it’s probably not something shewants to be reminded of, is so deeplyfucking tone-deaf that Yuuri briefly thinks she’s going to die right then andthere and some coroner is going to have to put foot obstructed airway leading to suffocation on her death certificate.

Viktoria, though, snorts delicately out ofher nose, leans her chin on hear hand and through a pout says, “That’s nottrue. Makkachin sleeps with me every night.”

Summoned by his name, Makkachin hops onto thebed and curls up behind Viktoria’s knees, where he is much too large to fit.His entire tail and one of his legs is draped across Viktoria’s belly. The bedcreaks alarmingly. It’s as old as Yuri and has never been expected to bear thiskind of weight.

“Oh, of course,” Yuri responds, and hearsherself saying it as though from a distance. Why can’t I be you, she’s busy asking Makkachin in her head, as shewatches him nose underneath Viktoria’s shirt and settle his head on her naval.

Then Viktoria reaches out to wrap a strand ofYuri’s hair around her finger, and Yuri can’t quite bring herself to think anything except some vague, amorphousscream in the back of her head.

“Can I braid your hair?”

Somehow, through sheer and unadulteratedpower of will, Yuri keeps herself from screeching. Instead, she stands up andbows deeply, mostly because she’s forsaken all motor control to the panicrising up within her but also because she feels like she should be thankingsomething, anything, for what is happening to her on this night.

“Yes, of course!” she says, too loudly. “I’llgo get my hairbrush!”

In the bathroom, she crouches down next tothe sink and shrieks into her own knees.

Viktoria does Yuri’s hair up into two tightplaits that each run down one side of her hair and onto her shoulders, thenfalls asleep clutching her pillow in one arm and Makkachin in the other. They don’ttalk very much, because braiding hair apparently takes a great deal of concentration,but Viktoria tells Yuri that she’s happy to be able to braid someone’s hairagain, because her only friend with long hair recently cut it, and her own hairis too short for it to be really satisfying to braid. She also, slow andcareful as she’s tying off the second of the two braids, admits that she doesn’thave a lot of female companionship.

“The other girls are all much younger,” Viktoriatells her, through the pink hairtie in her mouth. “Or have retired, and goneoff to get married and start families. It’s been a long time since I’ve had agirlfriend.”

Yuri doesn’t know what definition of the termgirlfriend Viktoria is using there.She isn’t sure it matters.

What does matter is that, as she’s fallingasleep, Viktoria stirs at the other side of the bed and touches Yuri’s leg.

“Yuri?” Viktoria murmurs.

“Huh?” Yuri asks, feigning drowsiness but infact startlingly, poignantly awake.

“Can we—do you—” Her hand tightens on Yuri’sankle. “Could we cuddle?”

Yuri sits up and looks at Viktoria, who lookschildlike again sitting amongst the flower-patterned sheets on Yuri’s childhoodbed, clutching her dog and a pillow, eyes huge as they try to suck up any lightin the dark room. For a moment, she isn’t five-time-champion ViktoriaNikiforova or even Yuri’s-longtime-crush Viktoria Nikiforova. She is a womanwho needs the love and reassurance that can only come from another woman.

“Yes,” Yuri says, patting the mattress besideherself. “We can cuddle.”

It’s a tight fit, with Yuri clinging to theedge of the mattress and Viktoria smooshed against the wall. The one who getsthe most area is probably Makkachin, sprawls out on his back and refuses to bemoved.

“He’s spoiled,” Viktoria chuckles, pattingthe curls on his belly. “We have such a big bed at home.”

Doyou want someone to share it with, Yuri doesn’tsay.

In the morning, Yuri tells Phichit that sheslept with Viktoria Nikiforova, and Phichit doesn’t even do her the decency of lookingsurprised.

“I mean, not slept with,” Yuri says quickly, overcorrecting because she thinksmaybe Phichit has gone catatonic with that announcement.

“Oh,” he says, now sounding disappointed of all the damned things. “Well,I guess I didn’t expect it to happen thatquickly.”

“Thatquickly?” Yuri demands. “What do you mean, thatquickly.”

“Yuri,” Phichit sighs, and Yuri sees him leanhis head on his hand. “I love you very much. But I know you as a person.”

“Are you saying I’m easy?”

“No, and I’m insulted that you would thinkthat’s what I was saying.” Phichit frowns at her, betrayed. “I’m just worriedabout you, is all, because I know how you feel about her and I’m worried about—aboutwhat that might make you do.”

Yuri thinks about denying it, but Phichit hasknown her for five very formative years of her life.

“I’m not saying it’s bad,” Phichit assuresher, waving a hand. “I’m not, I promise.I think it’s great. And Viktoria Nikiforova might be the kind of person whoneeds someone to love them like that. But I don’t know her, or what she mightdo to your heart.”

“I’ll be careful,” Yuri says, completelyunsure if it’s a promise she can keep—or, in fact, one that she hasn’t alreadybroken.

Phichit makes a face like there’s a lot he wantsto say to that, but in the end he just says, “Alright.”

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bonus 3X4 yuri trash

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maggie your wlw headcanons regularly destroy and remake me all over again, thank you v much, please talk to me about where yuri falls on that strangely reductive yet deeply satisfying femme-butch spectrum (the hogwarts houses of lesbians??) and how good she and viktoria look together

So like Yuri’s fashion depends a lot on her happenstance in life. As a child and teen she mostly wore her school uniform, which is unambiguously feminine, and she’s always worn her hair long so she always looked very girly as a young woman. When Mari bleached her hair and got her piercings (And tattoos because Mari has tattoos we just haven’t seen them yet) Yuri thought it was SO COOL but Japanese high schools? Very strict, so Yuri couldn’t do anything crazy like that, and then she moved to America to pursue ice skating and was enough of a fish out of water in America by just being, y’know, not American that the idea of doing anything drastic like that to her appearance sort of fell to the wayside. 

But in college Yuri really sort of developed her own style for the first time in her life. She wears a lot of jeans and a lot of button-up shirts and her hair is almost always tied up and she’s a woman who sleeps with women so of course there’s going to be some labeling there. And Yuuri doesn’t hate being soft butch or whatever that means, so it’s all good. 

But for Yuri, dressing up still means putting on a dress and doing your hair. Which is how she likes it, and so a lot of people have the experience of watching Yuri Katsuki, usually she of the Flannel And Jeans Like A Good Butch Should, teeter into a place in five-inch heels with her hair curled and glitter on her shoulders and she looks fucking good.

Like, the dress? Maybe the dress isn’t great (It’s Hiroko’s and might be as old as Yuri), but the rest of it is amazing.

And Viktoria watches this beautiful woman with the EYES and the HAIR and the BOOBS spin around on a pole and almost has a Gay Stroke.

Then she meets Yuri Katsuki, really meets her, and her soft hair underneath a hat her mother knit for her, who’s soft in the belly and the hips and wears cuffed jeans and sneakers and sports bras. Her fingernails are trimmed short and her ears are small, unpierced. 

And Yuri Katsuki compares her “frumpy” wardrobe to Viktoria, who wears designers, even workout clothes, and feels inadequate next to Viktoria’s high fashion, tailored and custom everything.

Viktoria on the other hand? Is in love. She’s in love with Yuri’s hats, and Yuri’s sweatshirts with the front pockets, and Yuri’s jeans with the rip in the knee and the men’s belt because she buys them a size too big, and she loves Yuri’s forearms when she pushes the sleeves of her jackets up to her elbows–she loves the fine little peach fuzz there, little black hairs scattered down her arms like Viktoria’s freckles–adorable. She likes the boniness of Yuri’s ankle compared to the fullness of her thighs, and the angle of her jaw compared to her pillowy cheeks. She loves the poodle-patterned boyshorts that are Yuri’s favorite pair of underwear, and the cotton ankle socks that Yuri wears.

Then she watches Yuri skate onto the ice to perform Eros, and realizes that Yuri has a whole other side to her that Viktoria gets to explore. She cocks a hip and tosses her hair over her shoulder, blows a kiss, winks an eye. 

Viktoria feels her heart flip in an entirely new way, and wonders how she’s ever going to survive, since she’s got her a girl who can do both.

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so we know, from firebird, that yuri's gay awakening was viktoria, that her type is her type because of how viktoria looks. but what about viktoria's "oh-shit-girls-are-amazing??" moment? does she have a specific type or is it just girls? when did the fact that she's a super lesbian hit her?

So, in keeping with my non-compromising stance when it comes to Viktoria’s personality equaling Viktor’s personality step-for-step, I’m pretty sure that Viktoria has only had a few partners in her life. And by ‘partners’ i mean people she’s had sex with. I don’t think Viktoria has ever really had a relationship like the one she has with Yuri.

Also, I think that Viktoria, unlike Yuri, attempted compulsory heterosexuality as a young woman. I think she got into her head as a fourteen year old that she should try to date a boy--and succeeded, because she’s always been a beautiful girl. But she never felt anything. She never really wanted to be around them.

I don’t think Viktoria has ever had sex with a man.

My headcanon for Viktoria’s sexual awakening is much like my headcanon for Viktor’s. Viktoria met a girl at Vaganova Academy, which was easy for her since Lilia is an instructor there and Viktoria was in and out all the time with Lilia. I think the girl is just a little bit older than Viktoria, and they do things like kiss in places they shouldn’t, and touch each other over their clothes, and one time Viktoria sneaks out of her room at Yakov’s in the middle of the night and into her girlfriend’s dorm and that’s Viktoria’s first real sexual experience. 

And this is the time when Viktoria discovers herself. She understands that this is what she wants from life. She understands that women are far more appealing than men, for her, and she acts on that. She comes to understand why she appreciates the long line of a ballerina’s neck, and the curve of her thighs, and the elegant way her feet point. 

These things are feminine, and that is what attracts Viktoria on a deeply sensual level.

However, Viktoria doesn’t let herself become distracted by these sorts of things, and so she never really develops a ‘type’. Maybe she’s more attracted to women who are shorter than her, but Viktoria is almost six feet tall--practically every other woman she’s ever met has been shorter than her. And perhaps she likes long hair, but only because she likes the idea of sitting and braiding a girl’s hair for her.

That being said, Viktoria knows what her type is as soon as she sets eyes on Yuri Katsuki.

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Drunk headcanon: tell us how much Viktoria loves girls!!! What does she love most about girls (specifically Yuuri)

I HAD A RESPONSE TO THIS BUT THEN MY COMPUTER DID A WEIRD THING AND I LOST IT D: D: D: OKAY HERE WE GO AGAIN

VIKTORIA LOVES EVERYTHING ABOUT GIRLS! SHE LOVES THEIR VOICES AND THEIR SOFTNESS AND THEIR ANGLES AND THEIR CURVES AND THE GENTLE WAY THEY TOUCH YOU AND SHE JUST LOVES GIRLS SO MUCH.

SHE LOVES THE CURVE OF YURI’S BACK AND THE SOFTNESS OF HER THIGHS AND HER HAIR. SHE’S JEALOUS OF YURI’S HAIR BECAUSE IT’S SOFTER THAN HERS EVEN THOUGH VIKTORIA DOES SO MUCH TO MAKE IT SOFT AND YURI’S JUST IS OKAY IT JUST IS.

SHE LOVES EVERYTHING YURI WEARS. SHE LOVES THE FLANNELS AND THE JEANS AND THE DRESSES AND THE LINGERIE. SHE LIKES IT WHEN YURI WEARS NOTHING BUT A PAIR OF BOXER SHORTS. SHE LIKES IT WHEN YURI WEARS NOTHING BUT A PAIR OF SOCKS. 

SHE LOVES THE NOISE THAT YURI’S NOSE MAKES WHEN SHE SLEEPS.

SHE LOVES IT WHEN YURI SINGS TO MAKKACHIN WHILE SHE GIVES HIM A BATH.

VIKTORIA LOVES YUURI KATSUKI SO!! MUCH!!

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So I just read Firebird and I'm in love with it and your writing. Can I just say how much I love that Viktoria is taller than Viktor? 6' to his 5'11". I'm sure I might've missed it, but how tall is Yuri in it?

Hi friend!

So Viktoria isn’t actually taller than Viktor–I usually round their height to six foot, since 5′11′’ is so close to six foot, and most of the time it just flows better. They’re both 5′11′’. However–Viktoria is probably six+ feet tall most of the time, since she wears heels often.

Yuri is the same height as Yuuri; 5′8′’! :) I’ve mentioned before that I think their height difference is probably slightly more than that, given conflicting visual evidence, but since those are their canonically listed heights, that’s how tall they are. 

I try to change as little as possible between canonical Viktor and Yuuri, and cisflips. I think that a lot of the distaste for cisflips–and this is my personal opinion on what makes some of them unappealing, as well–is that their whole personality changes when they become women? Which isn’t how that would work. They’re not different people. The way they think about themselves, their personalities, and even–I’m inclined to believe–their personal forms of gender expression really wouldn’t change all that much. 

And some people might disagree, or wonder why I cisflip them at all if that’s how I think about things, and that’s a valid response to my beliefs and I won’t challenge anybody who thinks opposite me, but I don’t necessarily think that there’s a right answer to the given conundrum, and so we muddle along.

But yes! Yuri is tall for a girl, but still short compared to Viktoria, and Viktoria loves her little birdie. :D

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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: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Mila Babicheva, Yuri Plisetsky, Katsuki Hiroko Additional Tags: cisflip, Post-Rostelecom Cup, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Established Relationship Summary:

"It's almost like a marriage proposal," Viktoria says, and the thing is—the thing is, if Viktoria wanted it to be, Yuri would make it one. If Viktoria had asked, "Is that a marriage proposal?" Yuri would have unhesitatingly said yes. She would have lowered herself onto a knee before Viktoria in Fukuoka Airport, the officially certified least romantic place in the world, and said Viktoria Konstantinovna Nikiforova, please—please—

(Yuri doesn't know if Viktoria will stay. She wants her to. She wants her to want to. But she doesn't want to be the only thing holding Viktoria here. Life for Yuri Katsuki is, as always, Hard.)