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[venom-for-free]

Day five of @yoitrainingweek, today with blueberry-coloured Vikturi and the prompt “Equipment”.

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Managed to squeeze one (1) pic for the @yoitrainingweek amidst the zine work >.<

A (post-) duet pic from me at last :°)

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[vicunyas]

for @yoitrainingweek day one! workout ;3

[anonbaph]

Day 4 of @yoitrainingweek : Rest day

I forgot I wanted to draw a hat for Sara, I just noticed it *facepamls*

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[briapia95]

As Yuuri stood in his final pose he finally started to register the audience’s applause. It was not the first time he had been cheered on after a performance on a competition but, by far, today it was one he would held close to his heart.

His short program had been clean, the best he had performed in the season so far, an accomplish that was made even better when it was at the GPF.

Last year, no matter how much Viktor disagreed, he felt his short program had been underwhelming, rendering him to fourth place. Now he could feel it, this time around it was a performance worthy of Viktor or even Yuri.

He looked at the exit where Viktor was standing, eyes gleaming with passion and a heart-shaped smile directed at him. Yakov was on his side screaming something at him but it was clear that Viktor was only paying attention to Yuuri.

The feeling of content that came to him every time Viktor only focused on him was better than any applause or world record, Yuuri would skate a thousand times more just to have that look directed at him.

He started skating towards his fiancé, the other man opening his arms as he came closer, and Yuuri jumping in his arms as soon as he had the chance.

“Did you like it?” He asked, a little out of breath.

“Like it?” Viktor gasped.

As soon as he finished he dipped Yuuri giving him a kiss on the lips, “I loved it, my sunshine. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“I’m glad,” Yuuri replied shyly, vaguely aware that they weren’t alone.

“Vitya,” Yakov rasped, making both of the skaters stand straight again, “You need to let Yura get his scores and get in the ice right now.”

Oh, that’s right, Yuuri thought, they were still in the middle of the competition and Viktor was about to skate next.

Giving his fiancé one last kiss Yuuri whispered to his ear, “Go, Vitya. I’ll be watching you.”

As he walked to the kiss and cry he was greeted by Minako, his old ballet instructor giving him a knowing look as she hurried him to take a seat.

“That sure was a spectacle to watch,” she spoke.

“Thanks, it was my best skating of the season, I think.”

“Oh, that too, but I wasn’t talking about that,” she replied, mischief in her voice.

It took a few seconds for Yuuri to understand, once he did he blushed furiously. “Mi-minako sensei!” He stammered.

“Hush now Yuuri,” she laughed, “Nothing the world hadn’t seen before.”

He didn’t have time to say anything since in that moment his score was announce.

Yuuri couldn’t believe his eyes; 123.45, a world record. Surpassing both Yuri’s previous record at the GPF and Viktor’s current world record.

“Oh my god, Yuuri, congratulations!” Minako screamed as she hugged him tightly, “Viktor will have to do a heck of an effort to surpass that!”

“I…” he trailed off, “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, just enjoy the moment.” Minako said, still holding him close, “How about we get some good seats?”

Yuuri nodded, standing up and following her.

He looked at where Viktor was standing in the middle of the rink, the happiness that the other man was showing could be seen from miles away.

Viktor was buoyant and Yuuri couldn’t help but feel the same, right now he was the holder of both the short and free skate world records.

Yuuri didn’t know if that was going to be the same after Viktor finished his performance, he had seen his Vitya’s program and it was something else.

For now, though, he didn’t have to worry about that, he would enjoy his accomplishment for as long as it lasted.

But, more importantly, as he heard the first notes of Viktor’s song beginning to play, he would enjoy Viktor’s skate. The astounding performance of the one person he loved the most in the entire world.

For @yoitrainingweek day 7: competition day.

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[bapha]

Unexpected Morning

What is a morning routine without pets. 

G, 809 words. Post Canon, St. Peter’s Podium Family, domestic.

Beta: @victoriapyrrhi, Bic.

[Fanfiction+fanart for Yuuvember day 19, pets, and for @yoitrainingweek day 1, elasticity training.] Read it on Ao3 or　↓

Yuuri got up after waking up to an empty bed. He didn't mind. It was normal for Viktor to have quality time with Makkachin in the morning while Yuuri slept by strolling about. Knowing full well that later the pet would turn all affections towards Yuuri.

Yuuri decided to start the day by throwing the sheets aside, before the bed noticed his intentions and tried to lure him back to sleep. He left the room after going quickly to the nightstand and fetching his cellphone and yesterday's glass of water.

(...)

Drinking the remaining water, he left the glass on the sink in the kitchen, scrolled through his Iphone's music and put on the earphones. He then went to the living room and took the mat from beside the couch and unrolled it on the ground. The only way to get functional was by hydrating and circulating the blood first thing in the morning.

After doing a few stand up arm and back stretches, he sat on the mat. Straightening his legs, he then led both hands to hold his toes. Nothing hard, just a reminder to his body about how he expected to have a fine elasticity; he kept the posture for a couple of seconds, getting lost in the music. Oh, how he loved this peaceful moment every morning.

But then, the moment was gone.

Just as he began to lift his upper body to change the position, an unexpected weight fell on his back. He yelped in surprise and stood, hearing a hiss as the earphones fell, followed by an angry shout.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Yuuri didn't need to search for his glasses to know who owned the voice. That didn't help him understand the situation. Then he noticed an angry Potya under the couch glaring at him, still hissing. He saw the boy approaching, surely, from the bathroom.

"What did you do to my cat, idiot Katsudon?!"

"What did Potya do to me, you mean. He scared me to death," Yuuri said, moving a hand to his hair, brushing it a bit. He wasn't upset, but needed to calm down from the fright regardless. His muscles were all tense again. "And, what are you doing here so early in the morning, Yuri?"

The boy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "The Old Man said we could go to the vet today, before going to the rink. Your dog has an appointment today, too. Then we could go get them after lunch."

'Surely it's me who needs a doctor now.' Yuuri sighed and got closer to the cat, waiting for it to calm down, too. "Just next time let me know you are here." He took the cat and carried it across the room towards Yurio.

"I warned I was here, you know! You were in your room, still sleeping I suppose. And I needed the bathroom. You were the one who made a mess in the 5 minutes I was gone." Yurio grumbled, asking for the pet with demanding hands.

Yurio sat on the couch, petting the cat. “Whatever. What happened before? You and I both know how Potya is always content with having you around,”  he said without looking at Yuuri.

“I woke up and tried to stretch. I had music, so I didn’t notice and he just jumped on me. Viktor and Makka are out, I didn’t expect -”

“You idiot, he was just trying to help you!” Now Yurio was looking at him with disbelief.

“Huh?”

“Potya always helps me when I workout. He adds weight.”

“Wha-”

“Just extend your arms!”

Startled, Yuuri settled and raised his arms.  “Eh, like this?”

“Yes, dumbass. Now hold that.” Then the teen put the cat in Yuuri’s arms.

“Are you serious, Yuri? I know how weights work,” he said, still holding the cat, who just stared at him.

“Then you get  how he’s helping.”

“Well, yeah, but… ” His arms already felt  numb. Yurio proceeded to take the pet, allowing Yuuri to shake out his arms.

“What were you doing when yelled like a pig?” The teen interrupted. “Go back to it.”

…

Makkachin panted excitedly as Viktor opened the door, just in time to catch the sight of the dog sprinting towards a figure in the middle of the living room floor.

“Aaaand, what is this?” he asked, amused.

Yurio raised his eyes from the cellphone he was using for a second, then kept typing. “Potya is helping your boyfriend-”

“-Fiancé.”

Yurio sent him an unimpressed look. “... your fiancé, with stretching. Yoga,” he said pointing with a leg, and looking totally complacent on their couch.

Viktor watched as Yuuri changed positions, looking happily at the dog. The cat just stood up and walked down his back, before going back to sleep on Yuuri’s rear.

Well, it was a amusing view and Viktor wasn’t complaining.

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The unfortunate result of slacking off too much during off season :x

@yoitrainingweek Day 2 - Cardio and resistance training