Fanfic Rec #31 Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov (Yuri!!! on ICE) part 4
Bottle Me Your Smile by Ncj700 In a tiny village on the edge of the kingdom, Yuuri Katsuki – common as mud Pharmakeia owner – embarks on a goal to achieve a childhood goal. With the help of the world’s greatest magical, and a missing potion ingridient, he will achieve it. Apothecary AU for @Banacotta/Antleers
“Be My Sex Coach, Victor!” by lucyamui Yuuri Katsuki has always been his own worst critic, and a series of unfortunate short-lived relationships has him convinced that he flubs things more in the bedroom than out on the ice. So, of course it would turn out that the ridiculously charming Russian he's matched with online is a pornstar. But perhaps, a 'professional opinion' is exactly what Yuuri needs...
I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit Before Yuuri realizes what’s happening, he’s been kissed by Viktor Nikiforov. It’s a small kiss, but Viktor’s lips are soft and dry, brushing over his slow enough that he can feel the tingle of it for minutes afterwards. It was a kiss, and- If Yuuri wins, he can ask for another. Maybe more than one, even. (Maybe he’ll ask for as many kisses as there are stars in the universe.)
Victor Effing Nikiforov by shysweetthing AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy. Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov. Basically this is an excuse for total fluff. And porn. And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor. ~~ Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in place once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me at the banquet if you take gold this time around.” Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it. “I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?”
For the Record by DasWarSchonKaputt FOR THE RECORD by Viktor Nikiforov What it takes to craft an Olympic Champion, and what it takes to be one. Or: Viktor Nikiforov, sports journalist and retired figure skater, interviews Olympic Champion Yuuri Katsuki for an exclusive piece.