Tag: victuuri

kevystel:

kevystel:

kevystel:

high school au where every time katsuki yuuri walks past viktor nikiforov gasps and softly whispers ‘i’m gay’ to which his entire lunch table responds with a chorus of ‘we know’

‘i hope someday he’ll notice me,’ thinks yuuri wistfully, sitting three rows behind VIKTOR NIKIFOROV in calculus while viktor is mentally rehearsing his WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME? invitation to katsuki yuuri, the love of his life, via interpretive dance

obviously (obviously), yuuri hears through the grapevine that viktor nikiforov has a crush and spends the rest of the term moping. little does he know that viktor is at this very moment drawing little hearts around the cyrillic for ‘yuri nikiforov’ in his english lit notebook. yuri plisetsky, a freshman, wishes he could transfer schools

acepalindrome:

senorbunnicula:

acepalindrome:

senorbunnicula:

acepalindrome:

I can’t believe there are 19th century Victuuri AUs that don’t involve Victor having to retire to a fainting couch multiple times a day over Yuuri just…existing. Chris keeps smelling salts on hand for his oh so delicate friend.

“Oh dear, did poor Mr. Nikiforov fall ill again? Whatever could have happened?”
“I understand that Mr. Katsuki smiled in his direction and Mr. Nikiforov fell into a swoon.”
“Good heavens!”

Yuuri, writing in his journal that evening:

“I had thought I looked well in my new blue waistcoat, but upon seeing me in it, Mr Nikiforov swooned from what was no doubt dismayed shock, so I suppose not.”

Further entries in Yuuri’s journal: “I went calling upon Mr. Nikiforov today, who seems to be recovering from his illness. We took a most pleasant walk around his estate, but when the terrain became uneven, I was perhaps too bold and offered Mr. Nikiforov my hand, which caused him to develop a case of the vapors! I tried to offer my handkerchief as he was perspiring most profusely, but his knees gave out and he collapsed to the ground! Is my presence truly so offensive to him?”

Victor, relating the incident to Chris:

“When he suggested a walk about the grounds, I thought perhaps he might propose! Alas, he did not. But our hands touched! His perfect skin brushed mine; I almost died right there! And then he offered me his handkerchief!! It smelled so divine, I fell to my knees in worship.”

While Mr. Giacometti and Mr. Chulanont appear to be ardent supporters of the the match, young Mr. Plisetsky has condemned both Mr. Katsuki and Mr. Nikiforov as an utter disgrace and their behavior the height of impropriety. His opinion of Mr. Katsuki is particularly unfavorable, but his judgement is perhaps colored by the unfortunate affair in which Mr. Katsuki became inebriated at a ball and challenged Mr. Plisetsky to test their skills against one another in the subject of dancing, to which Mr. Katsuki soundly defeated the youth.