Yuri!!! on Ice Pride Week

YOI Pride Week is a theme week dedicated to celebrating the tradition of Pride and the anime Yuri!!! on Ice.

[yoiprideweek-blog]

No guys! I was wondering if you were gonna keep rebloging stuff this week? I thought I read somewhere that you would.

Hello!

We are, yes! We have an amnesty for this week, so please feel free when you post your works to tag us in them as well as submit to our AO3 collection!Also if we accidentally missed your piece, please drop us an ask with a link so we can queue it right away.

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[briapia95]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Chapter: 7 out of 7 Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Author: BriaPia Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Other Skaters, Other Yuri!!! on Ice Character(s), Original Characters. Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Victor Nikiforov’s Past, POV Victor Nikiforov, Past Relationship(s), Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

Little snippets of Viktor’s life, of his life and love at different stages. From his first relationship to his last. From the beginning of his career as a skater to then as the coach of the marvellous Yuuri Katsuki. Who, without even meaning to, gave Viktor a new meaning of life and love.

Written for @yoiprideweek , Day 7: Pride

[handsingsweapon]

compiled masterpost for @yoiprideweek, now that it’s all over!

Day 1, Revelations, “A Letter You Will Never Read” tumblr | ao3

Day 2, Overcoming, “The Stone In Sara’s Mouth” tumblr | ao3

Day 3, Yes, “Legendary Playboy Victor Nikiforov Says Yes” tumblr | ao3

Day 4, Grace, “A Few Beautiful People” tumblr | ao3

Day 5, Belonging, “Yuri Plisetsky Gives No Fucks” tumblr | ao3

Day 6, Voices, “There Ain’t A Wrong Way To Have A Body” tumblr | ao3

Day 7, Pride, “Which of Us Is Ever Really Ready?” tumblr | ao3

[gabzjones]

DAY SIX; VOICES

Written for @yoiprideweek

Pairing: Victuuri Rating: M (For later chapters) Warnings: None Summary: For as long as Yuuri could remember, sounds had evoked colours. Hues blending into the world as someone spoke, painting the air with the sounds of life. Real, beautiful, terrifying all at once. Ever since he was a child, he’d had the desire to turn the things he sees into art, the wish to show the world what they can’t see without his help.

But the inspiration for his most beloved pieces was that of Victor Nikiforov; a figure skater dancing on the ice, creating art of his own. Yuuri just wanted to know Victor, to learn who he was through his art. He had no idea that Victor would one day see the art he’d been inspiring.

“Victor… we’re gonna get caught…” Beyond the door was a room full of people and his art. Family, friends, press, art critics. It had started innocently enough, Victor dragging them away to shower Yuuri with affection. He was ridiculous, but completely adorable, and Yuuri couldn’t find it in himself to deny him. But now he was pressed against the wall, Victor’s fingers moving under Yuuri’s suit coat, lips brushing against his neck. Victor’s every touch set a fire inside Yuuri, an intense need to have him closer, so much closer, but this was not the time or the place.

“You worry too much,” Victor chuckled, soft colour fluttering by Yuuri’s vision for just a moment before his eyes were closing, fingers tangled in silver hair as Victor brushed a hand over his hip, soft kisses peppering his skin.

“The press are gonna want to talk to me…” Yuuri wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more; Victor or himself.

“Say it one more time and I’ll let you go,” Victor’s smirk was full of mischief, and through Yuuri knew it would be more fun to deny him, Yuuri enjoyed saying it just as much as Victor enjoyed hearing it.

Read More on AO3

[louciferish]

Pairing: Victuuri

Rating: T

Words: 3,681 (Parts 6/7)

Summary: A series of seven ficlets in the Ordinary People universe, created for @yoiprideweek

Read Day Six: Voices HERE

“The Sun and Herald has published a report that your status as an unenhanced human is causing friction in your relationship with Aura and the Justice Friends. Would you like to comment?”

[melliejellie]

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

Day 6: Voices

Victor and Hiroko have established a little morning routine revolving around multilingual chats and tea. One morning, Hiroko shares some English she’s been practicing so she can share what’s in her heart.

I made it before Friday ended here on the east coast!

This morning, Victor woke up a couple of minutes before his alarm. He grins, satisfied with his strong internal clock, and glad that his alarm won’t wake up Yuuri before he’s ready to start the day. Carefully stretching his long legs, he scoots away from Yuuri’s warm body next to him and slides out of the heavy pile of blankets on top of them and off his side of the bed.

His body tingles from the cold air in the room surrounding his body. He lets himself relish in the sensation before the shivering starts to take over and he pulls on sweat pants and a sweatshirt from off of the floor and puts on the warm, winter-weather slippers Hiroko gave him a few weeks ago. “Too big for Toshiya,” she had said with a wink, “better for Vicchan.”

Victor shuffles out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom he shares with Yuuri and Mari. Sometimes he looks at all of their toiletries piled on top of one another and remembers his huge apartment back in Russia, everything neatly tucked away and out of sight. It looked like a home in a magazine. It felt like one, too, unlived in and empty. This is cramped but so much better, old fixtures and all.

Continue reading on Ao3. 

[littorella]

The BFFs for @yoiprideweek Day 7 All my ❤️ to each and every one of you

[briapia95]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Chapter: 6 out of 7 Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Author: BriaPia Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Other Skaters, Other Yuri!!! on Ice Character(s), Original Characters. Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Victor Nikiforov’s Past, POV Victor Nikiforov, Past Relationship(s), Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

Little snippets of Viktor’s life, of his life and love at different stages. From his first relationship to his last. From the beginning of his career as a skater to then as the coach of the marvellous Yuuri Katsuki. Who, without even meaning to, gave Viktor a new meaning of life and love.

Written for @yoiprideweek , Day 6: Voices

[louciferish]

Pairing: Victuuri

Rating: T

Words: 4,618 (Parts 7/7)

Summary: A series of seven ficlets in the Ordinary People universe, created for @yoiprideweek

Read Day Seven: Pride HERE

Seventeen years together and Victor’s breath still catches in his chest when he sees Yuuri in action like this.

[handsingsweapon]

which of us is ever really ready

Doing a series of poems for @yoiprideweek featuring bisexual Mila Babicheva as she learns a bit more about herself, and her friends. (first person pov; mila’s a sassy teenager. you can also read this on ao3 here.)

Day 7: Pride

which of us is ever really ready

We are riotously drunk not on whiskey or wine.

We are drunk on ourselves: we are brilliant and bold; we are beautiful and brave.

Christophe keeps sending snaps from the parade in Lugano; every year his costumes get more and more ridiculous.

Although they’re not really ridiculous at all. They are Christophe, as he is, when he is most fully and brilliantly himself.

Besides, we all know that later he will be at home with a book and a cat and his boyfriend; forever balanced on a life that he’s crafted out of these two halves of himself.

Vitya won’t stop smiling. He’s holding Yuuri’s hand, and sweeping him into dramatic, backbent kisses every time someone yells gorka – – a joke he started, insisting they practice prior to the wedding.

Georgi is here with his new girlfriend, who, he tells me, wants to take it slow – – she thinks she’s demi, I guess, He says, and then he asks me what that even means, But laughs, good-natured, clean when I remind him that I’m no expert.

Yura says he’s here for me, but there’s a contemplative glint in his eyes when he studies all of the flags, like in a year or two he’ll have it all figured out and know where he fits.

And Sara is here. Sara came here. Sara is in a pink dress; one of the femmes, unapologetically herself.

I’m not really ready for you, I admit, when our hands inevitably tangle.

Sara smiles her radiant smile and asks: “Which of us is ever really ready?”

[kayqin]

🌈 🌈 🌈

[handsingsweapon]

There Ain’t A Wrong Way To Have A Body

Doing a series of poems for @yoiprideweek featuring bisexual Mila Babicheva as she learns a bit more about herself, and her friends. (first person pov; mila’s a sassy teenager. you can also read this on ao3 here.) Day 6: Voices There Ain’t A Wrong Way To Have A Body

It’s something that JJ told me once, putting on a show, faking one of those American-cowboy accents –

Mila Babicheva, he said, There Ain’t A Wrong Way To Have A Body.

JJ who always runs around like he’s compensating for something, so much that I’ve made a bet with Beka, who’s known him the longest, that he and Isabella are going to wind up swingers.

I made the mistake of telling Vitya about it, once, and he got all sly and superior and smirky: thinking about taking them up on it later?

Which –

– Well, yeah, okay. Maybe. Except Yura’s right about them, too: JJ won’t ever learn how to shut his trap for thirty minutes, and a girl has to have her standards.

Gosha is as straight as they come, waiting on his one world-shattering, life-changing love, and having at least three of them a year in the interim. It doesn’t stop him from seeing, clear-eyed, that Yuuri and Victor have the thing that he wants, and he’s learning, watching Victor, to look for a love that maybe this time will nourish and sustain.

Yura acts like he knows everything there is to know about sex already, which is the surest way to be certain that the boy knows nothing.

The problem – the question – is that Sara likes girls. Sara likes their soft skin, and their curls, and me; even though I’m knees and elbows still, full of foul words and bad temper.

Sometimes I like Sara, which somehow only Christophe knows; Christophe Giacometti, the gayest fairy godfather any of us could have, the man who groped Yuuri Katsuki’s ass in front of Vitya, in public, and must have receipts enough, or know where the bodies are buried, because he still lives to tell the tale.

Sara is older than me, more serious, sometimes; like Christophe’s distinguished-looking, steady partner, the one who is somehow surprisingly fine with a relationship that seems to exist, to us outsiders, without bounds or borders

Yeah, but how does he put up with it, I want to know, because I’m not ready yet, for Serious, and definitely not Yes, and maybe not even for someone like Sara,

Which is exactly when Christophe grins his wolf-grin at me, all-knowing, and says: Mila Babicheva, Ain’t A Wrong Way To Have A Body.

This has been a story about all of them, but mostly I had to tell it to explain to Yuuri Katsuki why I chased his gossiping fiancee, howling, around the rink for a solid and unforgiving thirteen laps.

[gabzjones]

DAY SIX; VOICES

Written for @yoiprideweek

Pairing: Victuuri Rating: M (For later chapters) Warnings: None Summary: For as long as Yuuri could remember, sounds had evoked colours. Hues blending into the world as someone spoke, painting the air with the sounds of life. Real, beautiful, terrifying all at once. Ever since he was a child, he’d had the desire to turn the things he sees into art, the wish to show the world what they can’t see without his help.

But the inspiration for his most beloved pieces was that of Victor Nikiforov; a figure skater dancing on the ice, creating art of his own. Yuuri just wanted to know Victor, to learn who he was through his art. He had no idea that Victor would one day see the art he’d been inspiring.

“Victor… we’re gonna get caught…” Beyond the door was a room full of people and his art. Family, friends, press, art critics. It had started innocently enough, Victor dragging them away to shower Yuuri with affection. He was ridiculous, but completely adorable, and Yuuri couldn’t find it in himself to deny him. But now he was pressed against the wall, Victor’s fingers moving under Yuuri’s suit coat, lips brushing against his neck. Victor’s every touch set a fire inside Yuuri, an intense need to have him closer, so much closer, but this was not the time or the place.

“You worry too much,” Victor chuckled, soft colour fluttering by Yuuri’s vision for just a moment before his eyes were closing, fingers tangled in silver hair as Victor brushed a hand over his hip, soft kisses peppering his skin.

“The press are gonna want to talk to me…” Yuuri wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more; Victor or himself.

“Say it one more time and I’ll let you go,” Victor’s smirk was full of mischief, and through Yuuri knew it would be more fun to deny him, Yuuri enjoyed saying it just as much as Victor enjoyed hearing it.

Read More on AO3

[briapia95]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Chapter: 5 out of 7 Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Author: BriaPia Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Characters: Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Other Skaters, Other Yuri!!! on Ice Character(s), Original Characters. Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Victor Nikiforov’s Past, POV Victor Nikiforov, Past Relationship(s), Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

Little snippets of Viktor’s life, of his life and love at different stages. From his first relationship to his last. From the beginning of his career as a skater to then as the coach of the marvellous Yuuri Katsuki. Who, without even meaning to, gave Viktor a new meaning of life and love.

Written for @yoiprideweek , Day 5: Belonging

[plasmoduck]

YOI pride week day 6: Voices “Hearing your voice makes me smile, every day.”

[nouveauqueer-deactivated2025050]

For YOI Pride Week. Stonewall riots AU. Drabbles written while listening to P!ATD's “Pray for the Wicked” album. Each section was written within the length of the song it’s named for.

for @yoiprideweek day 5: belonging. 

[littlestarlost]

YOI Pride Week, Day Three: Yes

(the third in a series of ficlets for @yoiprideweek​, though delayed)

iii. i don’t need a diamond ring; i don’t wanna waste my youth

Bella Yang: Sara, I don’t know how to say this, but

Erase.

Bella Yang: Sara, I’m not sure how to say this, but I think I might be

Erase.

Bella Yang: Sara can I talk to you? I think I’m

Bella sighs, her thumb hovering over her phone keyboard. She’s composed and deleted this text about half a dozen times already. Sara is on her way to the bar, for christ’s sake; Bella could just wait to do this in person, but she’s worried she’ll lose her nerve. Once she’s sent a text, she can’t pretend it didn’t happen.

If I was kidding myself, would it be this hard to just say it? she thinks. It’s a small measure of comfort in her mind, and she clings to it as if it could carry her to the safety of certainty.

Okay. Here we go. Just finish the sentence and hit Send.

Bella Yang: Sara, I think I might be pansexual?

She hits Send before she can chicken out, and then grabs her beer and begins to drink in those desperate, steady gulps that might as well be a prayer to the gods of alcohol for lowered inhibitions and liquid courage to take hold.

Tears spring to her eyes and fall, unbidden. She’s wearing mascara that runs like a son of a bitch at the first threat of moisture; when she dabs under her eyes with a napkin the paper comes away stained like soot.

This was stupid, Bella thinks. This was a bad idea.

A pair of arms suddenly embrace her from behind, squeezing tight, and a voice whispers in her ear:

“Bella,” Sara gushes. “I’m so proud of you!”

A dark grey tear splashes onto the table.

“I’m sorry,” Bella sniffs. “I just…I don’t know why I’m reacting this way.”

Sara slides into the booth across from her. “Am I the first person you’ve told?”

She nods. “Yes.”