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    I can barely contain myself for how incredibly awesome and hilarious this story is. Perfect! Yuri P is Viktor's child (who stans Yuuri), and it changes everything in just the right way.
    GREAT social media integration (#nochillforov is so perfect, I have no words).
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    He goes into a handstand, pointing his toes towards the ceiling, ankles slightly crossed. Then, very carefully, stretches one of his legs to the side to balance his body weight and takes one of his hands off the ground, bending his arm at a 45 degree angle, hand in front of his abdomen. It’s difficult like this. Especially tipsy as he is, but-

    He looks over at Yuri who has his mouth hanging open looking at him.

    But it’s so worth it.

    “Upside down ballet,” Yuuri says and carefully gets himself back on his feet, taking a proper bow.

    “Teach me! Teach me, you have to, that was so cool ! I wanna do upside down ballet, too.” He’s bouncing on his feet a little. Yuuri isn’t really one for children. He never quite knows what to do with them, and he lives perpetually afraid of accidentally making a kid cry. But he has to admit, there’s very few things cuter than a five year old, bouncing with excitement.

    “Well you have to learn regular ballet first.”

    “I’ll learn all the ballet! I’m going to do upside down ballet on the ice and destroy Dad’s records,” Yuri proclaims, with a fire in his eyes that tells Yuuri he might’ve just made a mistake.
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    “Allô?”

    “I’m gay.” Is the first thing out of Victor’s mouth, and then. “How is he doing that ? Chris, help me! Is this what gay panic is?”

    Chris laughs. “Victor, I don’t think-“

    “Because I’m gay and panicking .”
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    “Europeans drinking game!”

    “Phichit no,” Yuuri begs.

    “Phichit yes!” everyone choruses.

    Yuuri groans into his pillow.

    “Drink every time the commentators praise Victor for breathing, drink every time Giacometti jizzes on the ice, drink every time someone makes you question your sexuality, drink every time someone falls, drink every time the camera pans over to coach Feltsman looking like he’s about to have a stroke, drink every time Yuuri cries because Victor is pretty-“

    “Phichit!”

    “-drink every time someone announces Victor is winning gold before he even skated, drink every time a reporter asks an invasive question. Understood?”

    “Yes,” everyone choruses.

    “I’m not going to cry because he’s pretty,” Yuuri says, squishing his pillow against his chest. “And I’m not going to drink.”

    No one seems to be listening.

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    “He’s just so pretty,” Yuuri sobs, sprawled over the coffee table, fingers loosely wrapped around a bottle of vodka. “ How is he so pretty ?”

    A camera flash goes off, but Yuuri can’t even be bothered because Victor Nikiforov is the prettiest man alive
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    “Yuuri! Starting from today I’ll be your coach and help you win the Grand Prix Final!”

    He says it with a flourish of his arm and a wink. He moves his body like he’s gearing up to start a beautiful step sequence or try to entice Yuuri into a dance. Which means that the clumsy tied towel falls on the floor and Yuuri gets a full frontal view of Russia’s greatest.

    Victor doesn’t look too concerned about it, still beaming.

    Yuuri, on his end, slaps a hand over his eyes and grabs a fallen pillow, throwing it at Victor, which he does not mean to do but happens anyway, and now Yuuri has to live with the fact that he just threw a pillow at his naked idol while his idol’s son sits in his bed and watches this train wreck happen.

    “Dad!” Yuri screeches. “You ruin everything! Put some pants on!”

    At the same time Victor says, “wow are all those posters of me?!”

    Yuuri pulls the collar of his shirt until it covers his entire face and hopes death comes for him soon.
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    “He picked the bondage one. Chris- Christophe . Is he making fun of me? Why would he pick the bondage one when his Eros is katsudon ?! I need help, what do I do? Chris, I’m too gay for this, my heart will give out . Please take care of my son when I’m gone, be a good godfather to him, okay?”

    Chris whistles lowly. “Okay, but does it fit him?”

    “I don’t know he won’t let me see. I’m a good person, Chris. I don’t deserve this.”

    “I thought you liked to be edged,” Chris teases.

    “Not emotionally !”
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    “I mean, I appreciate that he wants me to be myself , but who’s that? Who’s Victor ?”

    “Oh, darling,” Chris sighs. “Victor’s a very kind, clingy, needy, beautiful, airheaded, competitive, loving, polite man.”

    “He sounds like a fake bitch, I hate him.”

    “You’ve been hanging out with Phichit too much,” Chris tells him.

    “Somewhere in Detroit, Phichit just gasped in offense and he doesn’t know why.”

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    ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

     
    A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

    Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

     
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    07 Aug 2018

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    There's a reason this is a top fic in the fandom. A thoughtless Viktorism at an impressionable age turns hero workship into seething hatred and a fight to beat Viktor to gold, no matter what. And then, things progress.... Has a pitch perfect canon self-centered Yuuri and terrible-at-people Viktor, and honestly tells a 1000% more compelling story than canon.

    Can also definitely be subtitled: "‘Really Inadvisable Sex and How Not To Deal With Emotions’"

    Has great internet & social media posting sprinkled in.
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    V-nikiforov: Beautiful view out of my hotel room window this morning #WorldChampionships

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    codyzone Wow, so pretty!

    Laura_Love That sunrise tho <3<3<3

    XxBulletofRomexX IS THAT FUCKING YUURI KATSUKI’S JACKET HANGING ON THE CHAIR BY THE WINDOW????
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    “But you did.” Yuuri snapped and suddenly he realised he was angry and he resented Viktor for that too. Whatever Viktor said, whatever excuse he came up with it would be worthless because whatever his reasons, he had hurt Yuuri, hurt him badly and nothing he said was going to change that.

    “You insulted me and you belittled me. You didn’t believe in me. I worshiped you and you broke my heart.”

    It was only after the words came out that he realised that he was almost shouting, the words like glass shards in his throat. Turning back towards Viktor he wiped furiously at his eyes, ashamed at the tears that had formed there because he thought that he had gotten over it, had thought that it was finally gone, that he had finally let it go. But he could never free himself from it, not really. It was too much a part of him now.

    Viktor still looked shell-shocked, gazing at Yuuri with eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He looked awful and Yuuri wanted to avert his gaze but found that he couldn’t.

    “But…I don’t remember it.” Viktor stammered, the words broken and hesitant as though his brain was still trying to process what he had been told, uncomprehending.
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    "I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says.

    "I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.

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    05 Aug 2018

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    Delightful fairy tale, full of snark and adventure and very well plotted & paced. Otabek is commissioned by his king to do something about the weather disturbances caused by Viktor's (King of the Fairies) tempestuousness as he courts tree-whisperer farmer Yuuri. His methods, while effective, may be considered a little unorthodox.
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    It's been raining for the past half hour. From the strange colours of the lightning in the distance, and the fact that this storm shouldered its way aggressively into an otherwise spotless sky, Otabek assumes he is being slowly drenched by Victor's feelings on Yuuri Katsuki's continued polite refusal to be carried off to a life full of leisure and being fucked in a bower of petals and honey.

    Otabek hisses a few choice curses, first under his breath and then more loudly, when his tinderbox fails for the fifth time to produce more than a pathetic spark.

    Most tree spirits are quiet, retiring things who want nothing more than to be left in peace. Last year JJ sent Otabek to negotiate with a group of leshiye about a dam-building project that would temporarily affect their water supply, and he found them perfectly reasonable, if prone to forgetting how soft and breakable human bodies are.

    This one doesn't seem to have forgotten. It seems, instead, to be counting on it.

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    It's one of the worse evenings. He feels the routine itching under his skin, restless and howling and his left foot throbs, but he counts the points for the thousandth time and wants to scream, because it's just not good enough. Nikiforov has gotten better since the last year and Yuuri cannot afford to be anything less that the best. (And he does not just want to beat Nikiforov, no - Yuuri needs to break him, he wants to ruin the beautiful golden darling for the world no matter the cost.)

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    The one where they really hate each other - until they don't. (Rivals!AU)

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    05 Aug 2018

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    Viktor and Yuuri are bitter angry rivals who keep one-upping the other at competition and irregularly angrily sleep together for ~3 years before falling in love. This Yuuri has a cold, hard shell and no cripling anxiety, and Viktor's not a charming airhead, so don't be looking for canon with a twist, but it's a brilliant story.