#12daysofvictuuri2017

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My post for today’s @12daysofvictuuri !! 

I had this penpal/secret admirer AU where both Viktor and Yuuri are fans of each other and secretly write letters to each other without writing the return addresses or their names. Instead of the summer of mutual pining, it’s the entire childhood of mutual pining. 

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Christmas time

So yay, this is my small ficlet for @12daysofvictuuri! I admittedly had a bit of a struggle with writing this which is probably why it’s only about 1,000 words but have this small fluff monster;

Days like this were always Victor's favorite. Snow falling to the ground slowly, lovers walking hand in hand, puffs of air every time you breathed, lights hung in the leafless trees. Cold, very cold, being wrapped in a thick jacket.

They had always been his favorite, but they had been improved since Yuuri.

Now instead of sticking his cold hands in his jacket, one of them held a hot chocolate Yuuri had bought him, the other held one of Yuuri's own. Instead of staring at the lights along the park that were the same everywhere, he watched as Yuuri took them in with awe, watched them twinkle in his dark brown eyes, watched as his mouth opened just a bit more as he saw something that he really liked. Instead of seeing all of the couples so in love, enraptured with each other, he was part of one.

The sad smile he had had before was long gone now, a warm, true smile now on his lips.

"Hey," Yuuri tugged on his hand to get his attention. "Hi, beautiful."

Victor giggled and touched his cold nose to Yuuri's. "Look who's talking."

Yuuri smiled back at him. "Hmm. I'm cold. Are you ready to head back yet?"

"Ah, but we haven't reached the best spot yet!" Whined Victor as he tugged on his hand. "It's really pretty." Yuuri laughed again, covering his face with his hand that still held his own hot chocolate cup, no longer so hot.

"But my nose is cold, Victor! Did we have to do this at night?"

"Yup. You can't see them as well in the day."

His husband sighed fondly and shoved his shoulder. "Fine, but I'm stealing your scarf." He reached up with the intent of pulling Victor's scarf over his head, but Victor got a better idea.

"Why don't we share then? Because I don't want to freeze too," he winked.

Yuuri just rolled his eyes, but let Victor unwrap the scarf partially and wrap it around his neck. "Better?"

"Much."

They continued on like that, eventually passing by a trashcan where they dropped their cups. Yuuri hummed a tune as they made their way back around towards the entrance where they had started the walk through the park.

With only a few feet left until they exited the park, Victor stopped and checked his watch.

"Almost~" He sang, turning Yuuri in the direction where the lights would soon begin. And then, it started. The lights from across the whole park went out, then they lit again, dancing in  symphony of color, shining across the lake that sat between where Yuuri and Victor were and where the trees covered in shimmering lights were.

Yuuri's jaw dropped in amazement as he watched the lights flash red and white, blue and purple, green and red. Victor smiled at him and turned to watch as well.

When the lights finally calmed again, Yuuri turned to Victor.

"That was... Beautiful," Yuuri breathed, voice soft in wonder.

"I'm glad you liked it." Victor leaned forward to kiss Yuuri's forehead before turning to being walking again. "That was what I wanted to show you. You ready to head home now?" Yuuri just nodded, gaze still fixed on the lights reflecting on the lake as they made their way back to their house.

When they finally pushed open the door into the relative warmth of their empty home, Yuuri visibly relaxed into it. Victor took his scarf off them both, and took Yuuri's jacket from him to hang up.

"What do you want to do?" Yuuri asked him, making his way towards their room.

"Cuddle?"

"Mm." He heard Yuuri hum from the other room as he made his way towards him. "Sounds great."

They changed from their heavy winter clothes to their warm pajamas in a comfortable silence, and went through their nightly routine as well before Victor was tugging Yuuri towards the couch.

"I figured we could watch a movie too." He explained when Yuuri sked why they didn't just cuddle in bed. Yuuri was quick to agree.

So after 10 minutes of arguing over which movie to watch, exactly, they finally decided on dramatic Hallmark Channel movies after Yuuri texted Phichit and lost two votes to one, Phichit and Victor agreeing that Hallmark movies were the best choice.

Victor reclined on one end of the couch, Yuuri leaning against the opposite armrest as Victor set the TV to the correct channel. And all was cozy, until...

"Oh my gOD YUURI YOUR FEET ARE FREEZING!!!"

Instead of sheepishly pulling his icy toes back to himself, Yuuri grinned and shoved them further towards Victor, effectively sticking them under his shirt to brush against his stomach.

"OH GOD NO STOP!!" Victor laughed as he yanked as far out of reach as he could, ending up sitting on the armrest. "Stop." He panted with a grin on his face.

Yuuri was laughing hysterically on his own end of the couch, curling in on himself in a fit of giggling.

"You're an jerk." Victor stuck his tongue out at his husband, only to get a mocking one stuck back out at him.

"But I'm your jerk."

"Touché."

"Come here," Yuuri invited him with open arms, moving the blanket so Victor could lean back against his chest and the blanket could cover them both.

"I'm not sure if I trust you."

"Of course you do, now come."

"Dangit, you're right." With a sigh, Victor moved into the awaiting spot, adjusting the blanket before unmuting the TV and turning his attention to it as Yuuri's fingers carded through his hair lazily.

They laid there through two movies before Victor let out a yawn.

"Hm, ready for bed?" Yuuri asked, reaching for the remote before Victor even answered. Not that he answered with much other than a simple nod of his head as he sat up slowly and stretched.

"Come on, zaichik," cooed Yuuri gently, using one of the Russian endearments he had picked up from their time together. He had once said that "bunny" fit Victor better than it had himself, and had thus began to use it on him.

Victor just hummed and let him pull him up and towards their room.

They laid down in their bed and Victor pulled Yuuri closer, letting their legs tangle together as they did naturally at this point. He leaned down and gave

Yuuri a light peck on his lips before murmuring "goodnight, lyubov moya" against them.

"Goodnight, my love," Yuuri whispered back, giving a gentle kiss of his own.

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Dec. 31th - My fourth and last piece for @12daysofvictuuri​ Happy New Year everyone! 

[somuchanemoia]

The Genie AU: Part 7

If you’re new here (first off WELCOME!!), start with the FIRST installment

<— Previous

This had been one of the awkwardest moments of Yuuri’s life. He had woken up to a genie tending over him (one of which he hadn’t remembered being bound too) and then had to sit and have an awkward breakfast with said genie. 

“Do you want some coffee? Or tea?” Yuuri asked softly without meeting Viktor’s eyes from where he floated above his chandelier that had been wheeled into the small living space of his apartment. Thank God, his roommate had gone home for the weekend to visit his family and he wouldn't have to explain this whole situation while he was still trying to wrap his head around it. 

“Do you have pomegranate juice?” Viktor asked excitedly as he floated over to Yuuri. He had managed at some point to change out of his hot pink suit and was now floating around in pink smoke and a white t-shirt. He looked just as good in a t-shirt, Yuuri noted, as he did in his suit. 

“Uhm, I’m sorry. I don’t, but I can run and go…”

“Don’t worry about it Yuuri. I’ll take some tea.” Viktor purred as he curled around Yuuri, pink smoke that smelt of fresh off the vine honeysuckle. 

Yuuri wanted to tense up and cringe at the closeness, but Viktor’s smoke was distracting him, making him ease into comfortability. 

He made them both a cup of tea and pulled a box of cereal from the cupboard for both of them to share before sitting down at the small rickety table he shared with his roommate, and now, Viktor. 

Viktor floated on one end of the table while Yuri sat on the other, both of them holding their mugs of tea and not speaking. The box of cereal and bowls sat between them, untouched like any movement would make the elephant in the room even bigger. Now that Viktor had unraveled himself from Yuuri, panic was beginning to set in once more. 

He had a genie sitting in his home.

He was now bound to Viktor.

Viktor was his servant.

 None of this was right. 

Viktor took a sip of his tea and finally cleared his throat, “So, you have three wishes. Obviously, you can’t wish for more wishes, but everything else is pretty much on the table for wishing. I’m sure you’ve heard how it works before.”

Yuuri nodded, “I have.”

Viktor nodded softly in understanding and they lapsed once more into silence, sipping at their tea what seemed to be too loudly. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. 

“I don’t want you to be my servant,” Yuuri finally said softly after a while. 

“We’re bound until I grant your wishes.”

“Is there a way that we can de-lamp you? Set you free?” 

“Only a few and unfortunately they are hard to have done.” Viktor sighed as he leaned down and set the mug on the table now that it was empty, “It’s easier if you just let me grant the three wishes. Is there anything you’ve been dying for recently? A new car? Money?”

Yuuri sighed and didn’t meet Viktor’s eyes,”While money would be nice and all, I don’t want you to be used that way. You’re not my servant.”

“Yuuri, I don’t make the rules…”

“I know. I’m just refusing to follow them.” Yuuri huffed and stood from the table, throwing a small smile over his shoulder at Viktor who was looking at him with shock, “I’m just going to have to find a place for your lamp.”

I know this is shorter than normal, yall. I’m super sick today and I was planning on something great for @12daysofvictuuri but I just don’t have the energy to put out something else. So, my sincerest apologies for that. 

<—- Previous, PART SEVEN, Next —->

Start with the FIRST installment

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“First Christmas” For @12daysofvictuuri​.  Read it on Ao3. Rating: Teen

“Would you – uh –“ a light cough, “like to go eat somewhere?”  And, there Yuuri was, asking again.  He looked cute, wearing his glasses, hope glowing in his eyes behind them.

Victor’s heart sank. Yuuri had already mentioned it in passing once or twice that day (“We could go out to eat tonight in celebration.” And, in the taxi back to the hotel while gripping Victor’s hand, “I can’t wait until tonight; I’m so glad I’m with you.”)

But, this was one superstition, tradition, call it what you will, that Victor could not force himself to let go of. 

“No, I’d rather not,” Victor said and watched Yuuri’s face fall. 

Why – why did this have to be so important to Yuuri?  He was trying to take Victor out for his birthday on the day before his birthday.  Yes, they would be traveling to Saint Petersburg for most of the next day and didn’t really have time to celebrate Victor’s actual birthday, but he had already explained it to Yuuri.  He never celebrated his birthday early, no one in Russia did, just in case something happened to him before the actual day, and Yuuri had respected that, until he had apparently forgotten about it completely. 

“Oh.”  Yuuri looked peeved for a moment, lips pressing into a line, before he deflated and cast his eyes down to the folded hands in his lap. “Okay . . . we’ll just stay in then. I can go pick up food from that place we saw across the street?  Or, maybe, we can order room service?”  He looked up, his eyes finding Victor’s again, a smile on his lips – a forced smile.  He seemed tired.

He probably was tired. As soon as Japanese nationals had ended, Yuuri and his new gold medal had immediately flown to Yekaterinburg to watch Victor’s free skate. 

Victor had never felt more winded, worn to the bone than he did when he stepped off the ice. He had won by a single point over Yurio.  It hadn’t been that close for him in years; he felt . . . weaker, older than he had in years.  Yuuri being there to catch him, though, beside Yakov at the boards, young and beautiful and losing sleep to be there for Victor, it had made him feel so . . . whole.  He couldn’t remember ever having that before, someone to just catch him.

But, now, Yuuri fumbled with the door, preparing to go out into the cold to pick up food that he hadn’t wanted.  Victor had disappointed him too.

“Wait,” Victor called, “I don’t want to go out to eat, but . . . we could go walking?”  He could handle that, to just go walking.  Victor was actually quite proud of himself – it was a fantastic compromise. “You know, see the Christmas lights.  I heard there’s an ice display in one of the squares.”

Yuuri looked back at Victor, eyes wide before a small smile pulled at his cheeks again.  “Yes, that sounds nice.”

They wandered out into the streets, the night air sharp, but tolerable.  Yuuri kept Victor’s hand wrapped tightly in his own despite the thick layers of their gloves.  They walked past a gloomy park and many bright store fronts as Victor lead them towards the historic area of the city. 

As they strolled towards a large open square, the city’s Christmas tree flashed into view, made entirely of multicolored Christmas lights.  A rather large crowd of pedestrians wandered through the life-sized ice sculptures scattered throughout the square and around the base of the tree.

Yuuri and Victor passed through ice cabins and frozen warriors.  The colored lights illuminating the sculptures glimmered off of Yuuri’s clear, dark eyes.  They ended up pausing at the far side of the square, where the crowd had thinned, to admire the lights from a distance.

Yuuri squeezed Victor’s hand.  “I know you didn’t want to come out tonight, but thank you, Victor,” he said, “I’ve never had someone to spend Christmas Eve with before, and I . . . just thank you. It means a lot to me.”  He looked down at their joined hands for a moment before peeling off Victor’s right glove and kissing the ring on his finger. Yuuri’s lips were as warm and smooth as Victor’s finger was cold.  Victor shivered as Yuuri kissed up the back of his hand and across his palm.  He cradled Victor’s palm to his cheek and whispered “Thank you” once more before slipping the glove back over Victor’s hand.

Oh.

So, it wasn’t about Victor’s birthday but Christmas Eve?  Victor felt so . . . dumb.  He gripped onto Yuuri’s hand ever tighter as they walked further down the street, beneath the Christmas lights draped in the trees along the sidewalk.  With his other hand, he googled ‘Christmas Eve in Japan,’ and his heart sank further upon seeing the first result titled “Romantic Christmas Eve Ideas.” 

Victor had lived in Japan for over half a year; of course Yuuri would expect him to know . . . or to at least not assume that everything had been concerned with his own birthday.

All was not lost, though. Their romantic Christmas Eve could still be saved.  While Yuuri admired the lights around them, Victor scanned the street for a suitably romantic upscale restaurant.  He didn’t find a single one, not even as they rounded the block to begin making their way back to the hotel.  Victor continued looking, nearly desperate and so focused that he stumbled when Yuuri halted beside him.

The red glowing letters above them proudly displayed . . . KFC?

“I’m still hungry.” Yuuri squeezed his hand.  “And I know you must be.  Would you like to eat here?” Yuuri asked, his eyes catching Victor’s, the large red letters reflected in them.

“You want to eat at KFC? As in Kentucky Fried Chicken?”

Yuuri nodded his head, a wide smile covering his face, his cheeks lifting his glasses, as if he was laughing at Victor.  “At home, its, well, we always eat KFC on Christmas Day.  Nearly everyone does.”

“Really . . . why?”

“I, uh, I don’t really know, but it’s always fun.  Don’t you want to go in?”

And, it was by no means the five-star dinner that Yuuri deserved, but Victor wasn’t about to refuse. So, that was how he found himself eating a Katsuki Yuuri seasoned Kentucky fried chicken breast and bucket of fries.

Victor picked the last few fries out of the bucket, twiddling one between his fingers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know about,” he said, “all of this.  I should have.”  He glanced at the ring on Yuuri’s finger that sparkled in the dim fluorescent lights.

“I kind of figured that out.”  Yuuri looked over the rim of his glasses, smiling.  “It doesn’t really matter to me, though.  I’m just glad to be with you.”

The kiss they shared that night under the glowing red letters tasted of grease and ketchup and Yuuri’s full lips and smooth skin. 

Victor hoped Yuuri loved it as much as he did.

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Their flight left early that morning, before the sun rose. 

Victor had never paid much attention to his birthday before.  It normally fell directly in the middle of nationals and was all but forgotten about. It was just a day to mark how much older he had grown each year. 

With Yuuri there beside him, though, his birthday actually felt nice, in a way.

Yuuri had forgotten to bring along his neck pillow from Hatsetsu, so when he succumbed to his mounting sleep deprivation on the plane, his head fell onto Victor’s shoulder. Yuuri weight rested heavy and warm on Victor, tethering him to reality.  Victor threaded their hands together and measured the passing hours with the rise and fall of Yuuri’s chest.

Yes, his birthday actually felt nice, . . . but also tenuous, as if it might blow away like the breaths out of Yuuri’s lips.  He wished the flight could have lasted longer.

By the time they reached Victor’s apartment in Saint Petersburg, it was already late afternoon. Yuuri’s eyes scanned everything, taking in the entirety of Victor’s personal life from the past five years in a few seconds.  He bent down to greet Makkachin, hugging her, ruffling her curls.  He looked up at Victor and his eyes held an unspoken thank you.

He shouldn’t have thanked Victor, though.  The apartment held no significance for Victor; he was more worried that it might siphon the vibrancy out of Yuuri as it had done to him.

Victor felt restless. The doorknob rattled beneath his hand as he fiddled with the lock.

“Where are you going?” Yuuri’s head appeared from around the corner.

“Just out for a run, need to stretch my legs.  I’ll be back soon.” He left before Yuuri could respond, his packed bags still thrown into a corner.

He ran past the Winter Palace and over Turkov Bridge, rounding the mostly deserted skating complex, as the sun sank ever lower.  He paused to listen to the calls of the seagulls over the river, all his past birthdays spent alone conglomerating into one shrill call of their own.

His phone rang, then, a call from Yuuri, checking in on him, Yuuri’s voice warm and flowing like the river in the summertime.

When Victor returned to the apartment, he found Yuuri cooking, which was odd, considering Victor hadn’t had any ingredients in his apartment when he left.

“I called Yurio, and he helped me read the labels at the store,” Yuuri said.

Victor could already see the makings of a cake sitting out on the counter. 

And, before he knew it, Yurio had walked in the door with a batch of fresh piroshki.  Mila, Georgi, several other skaters from the rink, and half the hockey team walked in after him.  Even Yakov and Lilia eventually appeared seated around the small table bordering Victor’s kitchen.  Yuuri finished icing the cake and adorned it with twenty-eight candles. 

Victor found himself at his first birthday party in at least ten years.  They toasted to a successful skating season and to Yuuri’s new life with Victor in Saint Petersburg.

And, for once, Victor didn’t feel alone.  Yuuri stayed with him, an arm around his waist or holding his hand, and all the others were there as well, not to celebrate him getting older but to just . . . be there, to let him know they cared.

That night after all the guests had returned home, Yuuri gave Victor his birthday present, wrapped in a small magenta box and a golden bow.

“It’s not much, probably the dumbest thing I could have gotten you actually,” Yuuri said, wringing his hands, “but, you know, I used to watch you when you had long hair.” He looked to the ground as a blush spread across his cheeks. “And this just made me think of you.  A lady from Hatsetsu makes them.”

Victor cupped the golden hairpin in his hands, complete with incredibly detailed enamel blue roses and pearls. 

Yuuri had cared for him so long before they ever me. 

He threaded the pin delicately into his hair, pinning his bangs out of his eyes.

“It looks . . . beautiful,” Yuuri said, smiling, brushing the hairpin lightly with his fingertips before cupping Victor’s jaw and tilting his head up for a kiss.  It felt so wonderful to be loved in that way, cherished. Victor felt a single tear slide down his cheek.

“Victor?”  Yuuri pulled away, stroking Victor’s cheeks lightly with his thumbs.

“I’m okay . . . just, I’ve just . .”  His voice cut off as a tear slid down his other cheek.  Yuuri pulled Victor’s head into the crook of his neck, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

“You know, you’re the most beautiful when you cry,” Yuuri whispered into the crown of his head.

“Yuuurii! You’re supposed to comfort me, like a normal person.” Victor mumbled into his shoulder.

He felt Yuuri smile into his hair.  “You just hide yourself away from too many people.”  He held Victor until the tears dried.

Yuuri pulled his shirt over his head, grinning, and said he’d be waiting as Victor stepped into the shower.  When Victor stepped out, he found Yuuri completely passed out, sunk into Victor’s plush bed, jetlag finally catching up with him.  Victor slipped under the sheets and wrapped his arms around Yuuri, who unconsciously snuggled flush against him.  Yuuri felt so . . . young . . . like that, his heart beating strong and slow.

Victor could imagine their future in that apartment, that room, that bed.  He had turned twenty-eight, though, another year older.  What would happen when he really did retire from figure skating? When his joints began to show the results of his harsh training? He knew it would be soon.  In a few years at most.  He already was so different from the boy with long silver hair that Yuuri had admired, from the person he had been just a little over a year ago. 

Victor Nikiforov was dead after all.  There was no going back.  He would hold onto any time that Yuuri Katsuki would give him, and hope, pray that it never ended.

“Victor,” Yuuri whispered, yawning, shifting slightly against him, “so you survived your birthday after all?”

“That’s not how it works, but, yeah, I did.”

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My contribution to 12 Days of Victuuri!

[shadhahvar]

Yuuri finishes with his National Championship while Viktor is halfway through his own; only Viktor has arranged a Christmas surprise, and Yuuri finds a way to wish him the happy birthday he’s always wished he could say.

Rated for Teens and Up. Canon compliant, post-GPF.

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Viktor: ...wait, what? 

Yuuri: I’ve already booked our honeymoon in Paris.

My part for today’s @12daysofvictuuri   ! Tomorrow is Viktor’s birthday for where I live ahaha...Time zones...-cries- 

Btw, the reason why Viktor is so distracted with his phone is that Phichit and Mari are sending rare exclusive Katsuki Yuuri™ photos lol.