Title: Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines Author:@witharthurkirkland Artist:@arariren Word Count: 10,403 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov Summary:
Come one! Come all! The Baron and Baroness Nikiforov have announced a race from London to Paris! Bring your aeroplane! Bring your courage and daring! And bring your handsomest pilots!
An AU where legendary pilot Victor Nikiforov meets super talented pilot Yuuri Katsuki.
[Viktor and Chris are in what looks like Chris’s living room. Chris is sitting in an armchair; Viktor is lying on the sofa with his head on the arm. They both have a glass of wine in hand. An open bottle is sitting on the table in front of them.
Chris reaches out and pokes Viktor on the head.
“Truth or dare?”
“Hmm.” Viktor says. He drinks from his glass. “Truth.”
“Grand Prix Finalists this year, hottest to not-est.”
“Men singles skaters only?’
“Exactly.”
“Including myself?”
“No.”
“Do I go high to low or low to high?”
“Low to high, I think. Best to get it over with.”
“Mm.” Viktor drinks from his glass again until it’s empty. He holds it out, and Chris refills it. “All right. Number six, Michele Crispino.”
“Why?” Chris asks. “I mean, obviously, we’ve met Michele, but for the benefit of the viewers–”
“He’s convinced I’m secretly interested in his sister.” Viktor rolls his eyes. Chris snorts. “Number five…Leroy.”
“Leroy? Really?”
“He’s, what, twelve?”
“He’s twenty.”
“He’s twelve. And he’s only ranked above Michele because Yuri hates him, so he must be doing something right. Number four, Cao Bin, because of his eyebrows.”
“His eyebrows?” Chris gestures and wine splashes onto his hand. He licks it off.
“He needs to draw them in.”
“I’m shocked that you’re still single, Viktor.”
“Someday my prince will come. Number three, you, because you’re the only person on this list I can confirm is actually good in bed.”
“Thank you.”
“Number two is of course me.” Viktor runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m pretty.”
“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t rank yourself.”
“You agreed to that. All right, last but definitely not least, number one: Yuuri Katsuki.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“Katsuki?”
“Have you seen him? Have you seen his face?” Viktor nearly spills the wine on himself. “His bone structure. His eyebrows. His hands. His thighs.”
“That escalated quickly.”
“He could bench press me and I would thank him.”
“We’re still on camera.”
“I would lick borscht off his abs and if you see this, Katsuki, feel free to call me, I’m available.”
“I’m actually going to give him your number now.”]
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c-giacometti @v-nikiforov and i off the ice. thanks to @chateaupetrus for the wine. (@katsuki-y, check your messages.)
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grobsjo @katsuki-y but did you call him?? catfishcary i would also lick borscht off yuuri’s abs and i’m deathly allergic to beetroot
v-nikiforov @catfishcary some things are worth dying for
The story of fisherman Yuuri who drowns and is saved by a creature before he dies. No one believes him of course, and one night during a storm, the creature comes back to his shore, hurt. I keep hopes that one day this wonderful story will be updated.
Yuuri has always loved the stars, climbing his roof to keep looking at them during cold and anxious nights. One day, one of them falls down in his flower field. The next day, a stranger with long white hair appears at his home. It’s wonderful, full of supernatural elements and magic… just the way I like.
Ok, AJ already knows how much I want to see the continuation on this story and I don’t want to bother them anymore with it. I patiently wait biting my nails. This is the story of Yuuri, an android who has gotten his dose of human violence, and then is rehabilitated to go to his original family and serve his true purpose: be the nanny of Yuri, Victor’s small child.
Think of the most angsty story you have ever read. This one is three times more angsty than that! Victor and Yuuri break up because of a nasty mistake, before Yuuri discover he is pregnant… with twins! Yeah, it is an a/b/o fic,and it is so good and so sad at the same time… uurrrrhghghg!!! I really am a masochist for this fic!
The two first chapters were already delicious, but I really want to know what happens after Yuuri (an alien who came to Earth to study the human’s reproductive habits) decides to stay after his ship runs out of gas.
This are just some of the fics I’m really waiting to update. Amazing and beloved authors… i’m waiting for all of you! ; )
*looks at Ao3 for updates everyday*
~The Fic Rec Elf~
Oh yes, I definitely have some fics I’m waiting and hoping will update one day!
‘Suspended in Your Song’ by @ajwolf84 and AlexWSpark. I am in love with this AU, I would love to see more of it, it’s so sweet and interesting (and I love pink-haired, tattooed Victor).
‘Bear Your Soul on the Ice’ by SassySalchow @diedraechin. I am DYING for the rest of this childhood friends AU, we were so close to Victuuri actually admitting their feelings!
‘Stranger Than Fiction’ by @martymusesloveinexile. I am so in love with this writer AU, I can’t wait until it’s done. I know it’ll be just as amazing as Marty’s other long fic!
And of course I’m subscribed to all of @sinkingorswimmingdommific’s WIPs, and I don’t think I could pick just one to want to update. I’ll just wait patiently for when she’s less insanely busy and be delighted by whatever she updates!
Anyway, if any of these tickle your fancy, be sure to give these authors some love and leave comments so they know how much we are still excited by their projects! Sometimes as an author, if it’s been a long time since the last update, it can feel like it’s “Too Late” to update and everyone is over it, moved on to something else. Let’s make sure everyone knows that’s not true, and we will wait (patiently!) until the muse strikes them again! 💚
Over the horizon, light and darkness
stole from each other—in a state of unrest, a constant twilight, the sun about
to set but never setting. At a distance, there stood a low, wooden building. It
was shrouded by mist so thick the characters upon the arch were barely visible.
Utopia, huh,
Viktor thought as he took the path to the entrance.
He slid the door open, and chimes
signaled his arrival. The details were the same: the decorative birdhouse upon
the bookshelf; beside it, books seemingly untouched but without dust; a potted
bamboo that hadn’t grown since Viktor’s last visit; and the same animal and god
figures on the counter. Suspended in time, they stared at Viktor, unmoving.
There was something about the place that was both hostile and welcoming, in
conflict like the sky outside.
There was scuffle from the kitchen,
then the curtains parted: “Welcome to Yutopia—oh,
it’s you,” said a woman. She had unruly hair, partially bleached under a cloth
band. She shifted her weight on one leg and put a hand on her hip.
Viktor smiled. “You don’t sound too
happy, Mari-neechan.”
I’m going to be stuck in airports and planes for 14 hours so here we go! Writing this on my phone on Tumblr. Let’s make this Halloween-themed. Ya’ll can send requests/prompts and I’ll happily add them into this story — let’s see how wild things get.
There’s a split second during which Viktor questions exactly what he’s doing, but it’s short-lived — or it feels short-lived to him. Makkachin runs ahead, sniffing around the overgrown bushes around the perimeter of the house. Christophe slams the car door behind him and pulls down his sunglasses to examine the house. Viktor bought it on a whim, with the ice and snow of winter covering up the most insulting aspects of the facade with such charm than Viktor had pictured himself sitting on the porch and holding mason jars with tea while he watched Makkachin tumble into small hills of white. “Cute, you said,” Chris reminds him, “quaint, you called it. Viktor, this is none of those things.”
Viktor has to admit Christophe is right. He doesn’t even know where to begin. But Viktor has now retired and paid stupidly for a rundown house. He rubs at his temples, “it’s totally what I wanted.” He’s lying. “A fixer-upper. That’s what this is. Just wait. It’s going to be super cute by the time I’m through with it.”
Christophe has the decency not to comment on Viktor’s inability to even clean his drains appropriately. In the distance, Makkachin comes back running at full speed, running straight into Viktor’s legs to knock him off kilter and onto the ground. She whines, searching for his hands.
“You think she saw a rat?” Chris asks, pursing his lips.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her act like that before?” he whispers, sitting to rub behind his dog’s ears soothingly. He presses a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay girl.”
“Well, that settles it, doesn’t it? You can’t stay here.”
Viktor chuckles, “don’t be silly. She’s fine. And I’ll be fine, too. Come on. Let’s get the bags out of the car and then I’ll show you the lake. The inside was also a lot better than the outside, at least that’s how I remember it.”
Chris frowns, “if you say so…”
The inside isn’t much better. Viktor is floored as they open the door to cobwebs and dust bunnies. “At least there’s furniture?” Viktor tries, biting his bottom lip. After a moment, he sighs. “I didn’t remember it was this bad. I swear it was so cute and pretty when I stayed here. The guy that owned it —“
“Yuuri, yes, you mentioned him all season. I’m sure he was very pretty, Viktor.” Chris arches an eyebrow, watching as the poodle stands desperately by the door, sniffing for an exit, “okay, so Makkachin and I are going to my hotel room. And then we’re calling a lawyer. You got scammed, my friend.”
“I saw this place, though. I offered to buy it. It’s not like I can claim I didn’t know it needed some fixing.”
“I admit, when you showed me the picture, it was just as bad, only with snow and you looking the happiest I’ve ever seen you,” Chris admits. “But based on your face, I’d say the guy sold the place, then trashed it.”
“He wouldn’t,” Viktor pouts, walking over to the dining room table. Sturdy wood. He reaches for an enveloped addressed to him. He lifts it for Chris with a smile. “Welcome home present?”
“No one knows you’re here except me,” Chris reminds him. “What’s it say?”
“Its a thank you card. From Hiroko and Toshiya Katsuki. They’re thanking me for buying their son’s home from them, but they also…” He frowns, slipping the card back into an envelope. “They said Yuuri was…”
“That’s nice. Let’s take that as evidence.”
Viktor is already typing wildly on his phone when Makkachin whines at the door. A knock makes Christophe jump, but he recovers quickly, opening the door.
“Can I help you?”
Viktor follows quickly, looking over Chris’ shoulder to find Yuuri, the former owner of the home, standing just outside the door with a bright smile. He lifts a toolbox, “hi, I just wanted to give you a welcome home present.”
Ready for a little more? I’ll keep adding if you’re all into it:
Yuuri leaves around night time, once the sun has fully set. Viktor doesn’t see a car out for him and panics a little, asking to reconsider and, “stay the night, if you want. We have plenty of rooms!”
“Or I can take you somewhere,” Chris hums.
“Chris,” Viktor pouts. “You’re still not staying here, even after all the work Yuuri and I put into the guest room?”
“No, no, it’s fine. My bike is just hidden by the bushes. Thank you for letting me intrude on you here,” Yuuri bows, walking back towards the door.
“So polite,” Chris smiles.
“Okay, well, come visit again soon,” Viktor asks, just a little breathless. He makes a beeline for the door, leaning against the door frame to wave Yuuri goodbye. When he closes the door, he turns to find Chris leaning forward.
“So,” Chris gives him a wolffish grin.
“So,” Viktor repeats, face flushed as he heads straight for the kitchen. “Want some tea?”
“No. But I’ll take some wine,” Chris responds. He looks at his nails as he says, “you fucked him. That’s why you were so happy being here. You slept with the former owner of this little bed and breakfast, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Viktor gulps hard, unpacking a few mugs. “I can’t find the glasses, so we’re drinking off these.”
“He’s cute,” Chris tells him.
“Yuuri is… sweet,” Viktor says. “And yes, he’s handsome.”
“I said cute.”
“Did you?” Viktor pretends he’s disinterested in the conversation. “Onto a more important matter: The little card I got? – I think he might have been trying to play a little Halloween trick on me. Probably thought I’d faint on seeing him.”
“Why would you? The sex wasn’t that good was it?”
“Better,” Viktor says, finally admitting to it as he pops open a bottle of champagne. “Can’t find the right bottle. We’re drinking this. Found the orange juice if you want mimosas.”
“I knew it! I could tell from the way you were looking at his forearms when he was hanging that frame in the guest room. Mimosas sound great. Guess I’m staying the night now that you’ve offered me a drink like a good host.”
“The card claimed he had passed on. Like, the parents were grateful I’d bought the house because they didn’t think anyone would, given the history it has, so this was giving them closure,” Viktor shrugged, returning with two mugs. He hands one mug to Chris.
Chris frowns, “that’s some Halloween joke.”
“Right?” Viktor laughs it off nervously. “It threw me off kilter for a minute, but you saw Yuuri. He looks perfectly healthy!”
“And he’s cute,” Chris adds.
“And he’s got the best rhythm I’ve ever seen,” Viktor tells Chris pointedly. “Anyway. I think he was embarrassed about it. But I’m glad he stopped by.”
“Cheers to that,” Chris reaches to clink mugs. “If you’re happy, I’m happy for you. Especially now that that happiness makes some sort of sense.”
Viktor flushes pink, rolling his eyes. He calls for Makkachin to sit down by his feet.
I’m going to be stuck in airports and planes for 14 hours so here we go! Writing this on my phone on Tumblr. Let’s make this Halloween-themed. Ya’ll can send requests/prompts and I’ll happily add them into this story — let’s see how wild things get.
There’s a split second during which Viktor questions exactly what he’s doing, but it’s short-lived — or it feels short-lived to him. Makkachin runs ahead, sniffing around the overgrown bushes around the perimeter of the house. Christophe slams the car door behind him and pulls down his sunglasses to examine the house. Viktor bought it on a whim, with the ice and snow of winter covering up the most insulting aspects of the facade with such charm than Viktor had pictured himself sitting on the porch and holding mason jars with tea while he watched Makkachin tumble into small hills of white. “Cute, you said,” Chris reminds him, “quaint, you called it. Viktor, this is none of those things.”
Viktor has to admit Christophe is right. He doesn’t even know where to begin. But Viktor has now retired and paid stupidly for a rundown house. He rubs at his temples, “it’s totally what I wanted.” He’s lying. “A fixer-upper. That’s what this is. Just wait. It’s going to be super cute by the time I’m through with it.”
Christophe has the decency not to comment on Viktor’s inability to even clean his drains appropriately. In the distance, Makkachin comes back running at full speed, running straight into Viktor’s legs to knock him off kilter and onto the ground. She whines, searching for his hands.
“You think she saw a rat?” Chris asks, pursing his lips.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her act like that before?” he whispers, sitting to rub behind his dog’s ears soothingly. He presses a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay girl.”
“Well, that settles it, doesn’t it? You can’t stay here.”
Viktor chuckles, “don’t be silly. She’s fine. And I’ll be fine, too. Come on. Let’s get the bags out of the car and then I’ll show you the lake. The inside was also a lot better than the outside, at least that’s how I remember it.”
Chris frowns, “if you say so…”
The inside isn’t much better. Viktor is floored as they open the door to cobwebs and dust bunnies. “At least there’s furniture?” Viktor tries, biting his bottom lip. After a moment, he sighs. “I didn’t remember it was this bad. I swear it was so cute and pretty when I stayed here. The guy that owned it —“
“Yuuri, yes, you mentioned him all season. I’m sure he was very pretty, Viktor.” Chris arches an eyebrow, watching as the poodle stands desperately by the door, sniffing for an exit, “okay, so Makkachin and I are going to my hotel room. And then we’re calling a lawyer. You got scammed, my friend.”
“I saw this place, though. I offered to buy it. It’s not like I can claim I didn’t know it needed some fixing.”
“I admit, when you showed me the picture, it was just as bad, only with snow and you looking the happiest I’ve ever seen you,” Chris admits. “But based on your face, I’d say the guy sold the place, then trashed it.”
“He wouldn’t,” Viktor pouts, walking over to the dining room table. Sturdy wood. He reaches for an enveloped addressed to him. He lifts it for Chris with a smile. “Welcome home present?”
“No one knows you’re here except me,” Chris reminds him. “What’s it say?”
“Its a thank you card. From Hiroko and Toshiya Katsuki. They’re thanking me for buying their son’s home from them, but they also…” He frowns, slipping the card back into an envelope. “They said Yuuri was…”
“That’s nice. Let’s take that as evidence.”
Viktor is already typing wildly on his phone when Makkachin whines at the door. A knock makes Christophe jump, but he recovers quickly, opening the door.
“Can I help you?”
Viktor follows quickly, looking over Chris’ shoulder to find Yuuri, the former owner of the home, standing just outside the door with a bright smile. He lifts a toolbox, “hi, I just wanted to give you a welcome home present.”
He could always start with the shoes and work his way up. Think about
the style, colour and heel of the shoe and maybe that would help with
everything else. His mind became a shoe-lover’s paradise as it filled
with the image of every style of shoe imaginable.
He groaned in frustration. No, it was just no good.
“Victor?”
He turned at the sound of his name and saw Yuuri standing in the doorway.
You splayed me over the altar of the abandoned temple. Here, you said, here no one would find us. Here, we would be one. I ripped off the robes from my mortal form. The marble was cold and hard against my back but I didn’t mind. I looked up at the statue of some old god people had forgotten to worship. That was before you kissed me, and I closed my eyes, felt your weight over me, your clothed groin on my naked cock. I begged you to remove this barrier, to let me touch you. If gods could pray, then that was the closest to praying I’d ever gotten.
Like man, with my mouth and my tongue, speaking in the language of devotion, I prayed to you.
Did you hear my prayers, Yuuri? You undid your robes as soon as I thought it, came back on top of me, ground your hips on mine, whispered my name to my ear repeatedly, utterances over utterances, like a chorus.
You lifted my legs up to your shoulders, and from your pocket you produced the holy oil. You poured it over my groin. You anointed my entrance. I moaned and bucked my hips, praying, again, praying, but this time you did not hear. You continued anointing me. I pulled you down for a kiss, my tongue in your mouth, my teeth biting your lips. This was my invocation.
[viktuuri // teen // 2K – complete // post canon // fluff – humor – social media]
I [32M] have to do laundry twice a week now because my husband [28M] keeps wearing my clothes, but I don’t want to ask him to stop because he looks so good in them. What should I do?
Yuuri glanced over the replies, most of which were some variation of “please stop posting these, you’re clogging up the feed”. Yuuri smirked as he wrote his own response.
Buy more clothes. -quadflipkatsudon
In which Yuuri leaving his laptop open somehow leads to his husband being ridiculous on Reddit.
wabi sabi 