Victuuri

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Viktor and Yuuri Answer The Web's Most Searched Questions

“I’m Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov!”

“And I’m Yuuri Katsuki Nikiforov!”

They turn to look at each other and grin, attempting to speak in unison.

“And this is the WIRED Autocomplete Interview.”

They’re a little off on the wording, but what is simultaneous is the way they break out into giggles right after saying ‘interview’. It’s only been a few seconds since the cameras have begun rolling, and Viktor is already feeling charmed by the pink tint staining his husband’s cheeks.

“Aww, and we even practiced that a few times!” Yuuri says, now donning a cute little pout.

“It was my fault,” Viktor automatically pipes up, before letting his heart-shaped smile take over his face. “I started speaking a half-beat too late because I was too busy admiring your pretty eyes, love.”

Giggles and hushed whispers immediately break out on the WIRED filming set, but Viktor only has eyes for the way Yuuri’s lips instantly morph, curving into a pleased, albeit shy smile.

“You’re sweet, Vitya,” he murmurs, before reaching over to hold his hand.

There’s not much space between them to begin with on the bench they’re seated on, but Yuuri closes that miniscule gap so that their thighs are pressed right up against each other. Viktor hopes the audience is grateful; the slight tension his love is now holding in his leg will give the cameras a nice view of his immaculate, muscular thighs, outfitted in the sleek trackpants that Mizuno specifically designed for him. (After some sleuthing, Phichit had informed the two of them that Kenjirou had gone ahead and bought four different pairs.)

Nyala – the WIRED production assistant in charge of this episode taping – then hands them the show’s distinctive looking question tableau. On it, are Google’s top ten most searched questions containing their names. They’re partially covered, which adds to the fun: they’ll be taking turns reading them aloud, while unpeeling the adhesive covering to reveal each query.

As they’d agreed earlier, he will read and answer the first question, so Yuuri holds the board steady.

“What did Yuuri and Viktor…”

Viktor pauses to draw out the suspense, and then whips off the adhesive in one rapid motion, his enthusiasm almost causing Yuuri to topple over.

“Oops! Sorry, Yuranya!” he exclaims, feeling a bit flustered as he helps his spouse right himself and presses a kiss to his temple.

Nyala’s eyes are glittering with amusement, so he aims a sheepish smile at her before facing forwards.

“What did Yuuri and Viktor do before they met?” he reads off, feeling quite pleased with this clear opportunity to extol Yuuri’s praises (and, additionally, to lambast certain International Skating Union officials for not recognizing how talented he was prior to that silver medal win at the Barcelona Grand Prix Final).

“Well, the short answer is that we were both competitive figure skaters, but the long answer is more interesting! Let’s start with my Yuuri, because my side of things is boring, not to mention quite sad,” he chirps, not even batting an eye when his husband begins to splutter in protest next to him (“Vitya! Five gold medals at World’s is not sad!”)

But Viktor feigns an inability to hear Yuuri’s counter, and whips his phone out.

One of the first things he’d done after they’d met at the banquet was to look up as many of Yuuri’s Senior division competitions as he could, hungry to expand his personal archives with any video or photos he could get his hands on. By now, his love is aware of his meticulous culling efforts, because he wears a pained expression as Viktor begins to talk and flip through his photo gallery.

“Where to even begin?” he says, allowing his voice to slide into that grandiose tone that Yurio claims “makes you seem even more punchable than normal”.

“Since we only have an hour for this taping, I will unfortunately have to limit myself to the year of Yuuri’s skating career before he and I met,” he continues on, making sure his annoyance is plain. “And, for those that don’t know, we met in December 2015 at the Sochi Grand Prix Final.”

It’s a testament to their many years of being together, because Yuuri doesn’t even tense at the mention of Sochi. He knows Viktor would never try to embarrass him by contextualizing the event in a way that makes him uncomfortable, and, besides, his spouse now shares the opinion that pole-dancing into your soulmate’s life is a pretty badass meet-cute. Even so, it had taken awhile to convince Yuuri’s anxiety of this, and Viktor owes a lot to their couples’ therapist for that mindset change.

“Look at this picture of my beautiful Yuuri on the podium at Four Continents’ in February 2015!” he exclaims in triumph, holding his phone up so that the camera operator gets a perfect view.

Taken in Seoul’s Mokdong Ice Rink is a photo of an adorable, 22-year-old Katsuki Yuuri, wearing a shy smile and holding a bronze medal. Next to him is an obviously ecstatic Celestino Cialdini.

“Now, no offense to anyone, but take it from me: my husband was severely underscored at that competition and should have been standing higher on that podium. Well before he ever broke my World’s winning streak, Yuuri was commanding audiences the world over with his stunning artistry. Particularly, his dazzling interpretation skills,” Viktor states declaratively, his tone brooking no argument.

Well, almost no argument.

Yuuri makes a barely perceptible noise of disagreement, but it’s enough to make him turn and bestow his most unimpressed expression onto him, as if daring him to issue a rebuttal.

“Something to say, Yusha?” Viktor prompts, a bit goadingly. “Do you wish to argue with “Living Legend” Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov, who, I daresay, might know a little something or two about judging politics and biased scoring?”

His love gives him a light smack on the bicep, and when he replies, his tone is prim.

“If you want biased scoring to be the focus of this question, then I’ll have to bring up your European Championships score from 2013, where you were unfairly beat out for gold by our good friend, Christophe Giacometti.”

An “oooohing” sort of taunting sound ripples around the set, but far from flustering Yuuri, he just raises a brow and sets his jaw. (Viktor feels quite turned on at the look, as well as his protective instincts.)

“I know how the internet loves to spin things but there’s nothing to spin,” Yuuri continues, dryly. “Christophe, himself, made a big stir at the post-skate press conference about judging bias, and he still regularly tweets at the officials from that competition…so much so, that two of them have blocked him on Twitter.”

Viktor gasps with delight at the memory of this juicy event and his spouse’s answering smirk is all the permission he needs.

“Ok, let me set the scene for you all!” he eagerly volunteers, sitting up straighter on the bench.

He makes a big show of clearing his throat and Nyala – who, evidently, has the patience of a saint – hides her smile behind her hand. It’s a wonder that she hasn’t redirected their attention back to the question list, yet.

“January 2013: Zagreb, Croatia,” he continues on, in the grave “I’m narrating a documentary” tone that he knows will make Yuuri laugh. “Twenty-three-year old Viktor Nikiforov takes his starting position on the ice of Dom Sportova arena. Unlike present-day, his hair is much more lustrous, and he has not yet needed to start using thickening oil as part of his nightly primping regimen.”

Yuuri smacks his bicep a second time.

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Hope you enjoyed this ficlet! I adore writing post-canon interview/game content featuring sappy/extra married Viktuuri, so if I get the energy (and need the distraction from my WIPS nervous laughter) I may expand this into a proper fic.

If you’re also a fan of this type of thing, you may like my story on ao3 featuring their joint appearance on Vanity Fair’s Lie Detector Game series. It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written :)

the power of love snippet(s)

usually i just use this blog to aggressively (and mutely) stalk other yoi blogs, but.

for @kiaronna! a tumblr post of the snippet i wrote in ao3 comments to console myself after chapter 6 in her very very very awesome story, The Power of Love.

“Yuuri,” Victor gasped, pulling abruptly pulling away; he didn’t make it far. He was still leaning into Yuuri, their foreheads pressed together, and he seemed as short of breath as Yuuri felt. “Yuuri,” he repeated, desperately, still so close that Yuuri could feel the way Victor said his name. “Yuuri, Yuuri… I can’t do this to Yuuko.”

Yuuri, already angling for another kiss, froze. He struggled to process what was Victor was saying.

“Um,” he finally managed. “You wouldn’t be – Yuuko would want this!” She and Phichit both would be over the moon.

For some reason, this just made Victor tense even more in his arms. “I can’t be your celebrity exception,” he tragically insisted, voice a pained rasp.

Yuuri choked. “W-what? Victor, n-no,” he stuttered, stumbling to get the words out. He wished Victor would go back to saying his name, so he wouldn’t have to admit this. “Victor… If I were in a relationship, my celebrity exception would be Stéphane Lambiel.“

When Victor didn’t say anything, Yuuri swallowed hard. “I’m sorry… but. Have you seen his spins?” he tried.

“Yeah,” Victor breathed, and it was almost a whine. “Actually, yeah.”

(and then also from chapter 6: reimagined)

“Yeah, would you mind if I stole your true love away from you someday? The love of my hamsters is great, but our apartment says I’m only allowed to have three of them, and it’s not enough.” Yuuri flicks him in the forehead, light.

“Phichit, you don’t even really like dogs.”

“Yuuri,” Victor said in a pinched sort of way. “You’re calling Yuuko a dog?”

Yuuri and Phichit turned twin frowns of confusion on him. “No?”

“Yeah,” Phichit said, sounding sly all of the sudden. “Yuuri’s one true love is Vi–”

“–My dog! My one true love is my dog!” Yuuri interrupted, flailing his arms like that could distract Victor’s ears from hearing the embarrassing truth.

Victor brightened considerably, because he was a perfect human who loved dogs too. “You have a dog!” he exclaimed. For some reason, his excitement was underlined with… relief? Yuuri was imagining things.

“Who’s name is Vicchan!” Phichit chirped, this time before Yuuri could stop him. Yuuri wished he was just imagining things now. “Hey Victor, you know how Japanese honorifics work, right?”

Yuuri was going to kill him. Yuuri was going to kill him, right after he melted into a puddle and disappeared forever. Slumping forward, he hid his face in the table. Victor already knew how Yuuri felt about him, and had already rejected him. Yuuri didn’t know if he could bear the shame of Victor knowing just how long Yuuri has been obsessed with him.

“Shh,” Phichit soothed, not even looking at Yuuri as he patted his head consolingly. “Just let it happen, Yuu-chan, my sweet son.”

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