Title: Family is made in the heart
Rating: PG
Summary: @domesticvictuuriweek, Day 3, Prompt: FamilyAs innkeepers, the Katsuki family participates in the festival every year: Toshiya opens his best shochu, Hiroko cooks up three nights of feasts fit for an Emperor, while Mari hangs up paper lanterns around the inn, trading bawdy jokes with passing customers.
Tag: viktuuri
Katsuki Headcanon
Imagine Mama Katsuki on all those days we don’t see, watching the changes in the way Victor and Yuri interact with each other, the different ways they start to look at each other. She doesn’t miss the way Victor looks at her Yuri, and once or twice he seems to know she’s caught him, which he passes off with a smile and offering to help her with something. She wonders if Yuri has even noticed the changes himself, or even if he’s aware of the way he sometimes watches–even stares–at their silver-haired guest.
Well. Even if he hasn’t, she thinks Vic-chan has, and either way, the two seem to be getting closer.
Toshiya notices, too, a bit later than she does. He doesn’t say much, but asks her a question that hints he suspects. Hiroko smiles, but admits that even though she’s seen the same, she doesn’t think the two are together. Not yet, anyway. She’s sure Mari has noticed too, even though she tries–and sometimes fails–to feign indifference.
None are surprised when Victor kisses Yuri at the Cup of China. Well, maybe a little surprised at the timing and publicness of it, but not the kiss itself. They’re even less surprised by how easily the two fall into this new side of their relationship, like it’s something both have been waiting for a long time.
Maybe they have.
never forget that before he was his trainee he was his number one fan
An absolutely gorgeous commission by the talented @tosquinha (Seriously, I can’t stop looking at it.)
Based on my fic, Zanka – a Victuuri historical AU in 1800s, Edo, Japan. Yuuri is Aoyagi, a high-ranking male courtesan, and Viktor falls hopelessly in love.
The scene is from chapter one:
As the translator turned once more, Viktor returned his gaze to the courtesan. The man was idly fingering the length of his pipe as he listened to the translator’s words. Despite his soft features, there was a sharpness to him, an edge, as though life had him honed into a beautiful, double-edged sword. Viktor felt his insides churn; buried under all those luxurious robes was a young man who probably never knew a world beyond the red lights of Yoshiwara.
❤️ Domestic Victuuri Week | Day 1 | Makkachin/Dog Dads
I went for that 1950′s One Hundred and One Dalmatians aesthetic, because Victor with a perm and also saddle oxfords. Good dog!
~Very hot💘
by Gearous
that beach where they talked
Happy New Year everyone~! May the new year be amazing for all of you~ (/^0^)/
Victor likes it when Yuuri is forward
