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My fic for day 3 of @chubbyyuuriweek, in which Victor apologizes for his episode 2 teasing and asks to join Yuuri in the hot spring.

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Ok so we all know what seeing Yuuri in the Eros costume does to Victor and that’s all well and good but what about the other, simpler outfits he wears around the apartment:

The oversized university sweatshirt + no pants + fuzzy socks combo that made Victor walk into a doorway

The time Victor came out of the shower one morning and saw Yuuri sprawled across the couch in a well-worn crop top and baggy, dangerously-low-on-his-hips sweatpants, then immediately felt his soul Ascend™️

The same crop top, but this time paired with leggings that hug his ass so well it should be illegal Yuuri his heart can only handle so much

Victor is in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee when Yuuri sleepily walks in, wearing his blue striped shirt and spandex workout shorts and now there’s coffee all over the counter but he’s fine, this is fine

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

My day 6 fic for @chubbyyuuriweek!

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

Day 4 for @chubbyyuuriweek in which Yuuri indulges in his favorite off-season treats and Victor is more than happy to encourage him.

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

Cheesy af title is cheesy af

Here’s my day 1 fic for @chubbyyuuriweek! At long last the week is here and IA and I are so excited to see what everyone else has planned!

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Chapter 1 of a the fic I finally wrote based on this post, because it got super popular again out of nowhere and I decided to finish it, and then it ended up being a two-parter because it started to run long. 

EDIT: I accidentally made the text redirect to the fic instead of the post that inspired it but it’s fixed!

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*slides in* sup y’all I hardly post original content on here anymore but I had this idea for a yoi au

Basically Victor is still a figure skater but Yuuri is actually a pop singer. A couple of Japanese skaters have done programs set to Yuuri’s music so Victor has heard of him but since he isn’t familiar with the language he hasn’t thought much about him other than that he has a really nice voice. Then one season he hears a song that just captivates him, it’s beautiful and when he looks up a translation of the lyrics online he notices a theme of unrequited love and loneliness (and God, does that hit home...). So he decides he wants to commission Yuuri to write/record a song for him to skate to for his final season. Meanwhile Yuuri has been a huge fan of Victor this whole time and he’s ECSTATIC that this is happening but also super nervous because Victor Nikiforov?????? Wants to skate to his music?????? How??????????

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Hi I wrote a thing. Preview under the cut:

Yuuri looked at himself in the hotel bathroom mirror, nervously fiddling with the red bows at his hips. The lingerie set that Phichit had helped him pick out was a sheer white bra and panty set, printed all over with kiss marks the same shade of vibrant red that adorned his own lips, and small red hearts covering his nipples. He had originally had something more traditional in mind, maybe a white lace bridal set, but this had caught his eye and it had taken surprisingly little coercion from Phichit to get him to try it on, and the moment he saw himself in the dressing room, he loved it. Only now, as he put the set on after showering and carefully cleaning his new piercing, did he feel a slight twinge of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

“Yuuuu-ri~” Victor called from the other side of the door, a familiar teasing lilt in his voice. “This surprise of yours had better be good if it meant your husband couldn't shower with you.”

Yuuri smiled. Victor had been referring to himself in the third person as “your husband” to him all afternoon, and truthfully he couldn't blame him for being so happy to finally say that word now. They were married now. Victor was his husband. This was real.

“I'm coming, Vitenka, just wait for me another moment,” he called back, slicking back his still-damp hair. After waiting a few more seconds to build anticipation, he opened the door and slowly stepped out. “What do you think? Was this worth the wait?”