Ace Victor prompts: 1. Victor and Yuuri find creative outlets once they both retire 2. Victuuri honeymoon spent eating super fattening foods and just having fun instead of smexxing 3. Someone(idk what situation this would happen)Is pushing Victor to talk about his sex life because anyone married to The Sec Bomb Yuuri™ must have crazy kinky shit happening in the bedroom 4. COZY VICTUURI BY A FIRE ON A RAINY DAY FALL ASLEEP AND ARE LATE TO PRACTICE AND OTHERS ASSUMES IT WAS CAUSE THEY HAD SEX
Oh my gosh! This is so cute!! Thank you!
This includes both ace Victor and ace Yuuri, because who doesn’t want a cute ace marriage?
Here is my offering. It’s about 3.5k words. Read it below or read it on ao3.
The Grand PrixFinal was a mere three days away when they were out for another walk. In threedays he would be anxious and worried about going out on the ice and not lettingVictor down (if he was honest with himself, he was anxious about it even now),but for now, at least, he could think about something else. Worry aboutsomething else.
They stoppedhalfway down the bridge and stared out over the water.
Yuuri watchedVictor out of the corner of his eye. For all of the comments about Eros andwhat Eros means, there was still one subject that they’d both carefullyavoided. Victor was very famous, yes, and as Victor’s fan Yuuri was all tooaware of the theories that went around online. Some believed he had a secretgirlfriend, others – a boyfriend. Some claimed they’d seen him go out withdifferent people. There were theories about him and Chris. Yuuri had read all thesetheories, because sometimes it’s harder to not read something than to actuallyread it and wondered a little about it himself.
And now Victorwas his coach and right there every day and Yuuri could say several things forcertain.
Victor didn’thave a secret girlfriend or boyfriend. And it was very obvious to Yuuri thatChris was a best friend and there had never been anything between them. Infact, based on how Victor talked about the subject and avoided certain topics,Yuuri was convinced that Victor had never gone out with anyone.
When Yuuri wentout on the ice as Eros the audience whistled and screamed all kinds of things.Victor merely smiled and nodded.
“Did you likeit?” Yuuri would ask afterwards.
“Very Eros,”Victor would say and nod with a smile.
Do you actually mean it? Yuuri wouldwonder and agonize over this.
Now here theywere, a few days before the Grand Prix Final and Yuuri knew there was onesubject he couldn’t avoid any longer.
“I like you,Victor,” he finally admitted. “I-I’ve liked you for a while.” He turned away tohide his face, embarrassed that he’d stuttered over the most importantconfession of his whole life. “For a long while…” he whispered.
“I like youtoo, Yuuri. I wouldn’t have become your coach, if I didn’t,” Victor added in thatusual easygoing way of his.
Yuuri turnedback and looked into his face. “I don’t mean like, as in “you’re a great personand I like you”, I-I mean,” he stuttered again, “you are a great person and I like you for that too, but…” Why was thissuddenly so hard? “This is more than friendship,” he went on, determined to sayit. “I love you, Victor.”
Victor smiled.“I love you too, Yuuri.”
He continued tostand there, just smiling and Yuuri felt like he needed to explain himselfmore. “I-I don’t mean love like I love my family, Victor.”
“I understand,”he said. “I don’t mean that kind of love either.”
“Oh.” He stoodthere as the enormity of what Victor had said sank in. Oh!
Victor pulledhim into a hug. They stood there, arms around each other, hanging on and unwillingto let go for anything.
After a whileVictor whispered, “I’m really flattered that you feel this way about me.”
Shouldn’t I say that? Yuuri thought,returning the hug. Suddenly all of that anxiety he’d had evaporated into theair, leaving behind only the anxiety about the Final. Well, some thingscouldn’t be helped, it seemed.
They walked backhome together, exchanging smiles, their arms around each other.
If I could marry you, Yuuri thought, then I would in a heartbeat. And then hehad another thought. Who said I can’t marry you?
He thoughtabout this again in Barcelona the day before the Final. They walked through thecity as he searched around for what he needed.
“It’s yourbirthday soon,” he said. “What do you want for a present?” Say I don’t know and I can find something for you, I promise.
“In Russia wedon’t celebrate birthdays early,” Victor told him. “It’s considered back luck.”
“Oh. What aboutChristmas?”
“We don’tcelebrate it,” Victor smiled, “until January, anyway.”
Of course! He remembered reading aboutthat. He walked on, lost in thought, his eyes still searching for the rightthing.
Ah! Over there! Up ahead!
He ran to thestore and called Victor over.
He waited forVictor to comment in some way while they tried the rings on and then waited forhim to say something as he bought them both.
But Victorremained silent.
Yuuri alreadyknew where to go next. He stopped in just the right spot where the light fromthe Barcelona Cathedral would fall on them and they could exchange rings.
He tookVictor’s hand and trembled. He’d prepared words for this moment. The nightbefore he’d lain awake and thought them through. Now they were all gone.
“I-it’s a thankyou,” he stammered out, slipping the ring over Victor’s finger, “for everythingup ‘til now. I-I couldn’t think of anything else. But, I’ll try my best fromtomorrow on.” He felt his cheeks burn as he looked up into Victor’s face,waiting for him to say something, anything.
Victor noddedwith a smile. “I want you to show me the skating that you can honestly say isthe best.” He slipped the ring on.
He stared downat his hand in disbelief.
“I’m hungry,”Victor said, putting an arm around Yuuri, “let’s go grab a bite to eat.”
Yuuri felt hishead spin. Did he really just get engaged to his idol, or was he dreaming? Anddid Victor understand what he’d meant?
Victor lay inbed that night, staring at the ring on his finger. Yuuri had already fallenasleep, his head resting against his shoulder. They’d pushed the beds close beforefalling asleep by each other’s side. After exchanging rings, sleeping next toeach other felt right.
He thought ofYuuri’s confession. How could he explain to Yuuri just how he grateful he wasfor what he’d given him?
For years Chriskept trying to set him up with someone, not realizing what it was that Victorreally needed. To be fair, Victor himself hadn’t been sure and went along,thinking that it couldn’t hurt. And then the conversation with the person wouldturn to sex and his eyes would search around desperately for the exit.
“Well, notwanting to have sex after the first date is normal,” Chris would say.
And Victorwould watch him chase someone else to boast about how good they were in bedafterwards.
Okay, but I’m not interested in any of that.I don’t understand why you would go through all that just for sex. And,besides, you just admitted that they have a terrible personality. I just don’tget it.
Along cameYuuri who didn’t ask any of these questions and didn’t demand anything. Victorthought of the banquet when he saw the boy dance and marvelled at his strengthas he lifted Chris. And then Yuuri grabbed his arms and pulled him into a danceand he was having more fun than he’d ever had in his whole life.
I want to get to know you better, hethought.
“Be my coach, Victor!” Yuuri shouted.
And Victor did.Not right there and then, granted, but he did.
He rememberedhis conversation with Chris after he arrived at Hasetsu.
“So… Have you slept with him yet?” He couldalmost hear Chris prepare to say something like “congratulations”.
“No. I barely even know him, Chris!”
“Yeah, yeah, okay! Sure! You just ran acrosshalf the world to become his coach! After he stripped and pole danced! Sure!”Chris was probably rolling his eyes now.
“I think he deserves a good coach, so, yes,I did rush across half the world to become his coach,” Victor said defensively.“And I want to get to know him better.”
“Okay. Get to know him better. Sure.” Hecould hear the disbelief in Chris’s voice and wondered if it was worth theeffort of trying to explain himself better.
After everysingle Eros performance Chris would call with the same question. And he alreadyknew he would get the same question from Chris the next day.
Maybe it wastime to tell Chris to stop asking the question.
And sureenough, the next day, Chris drew him aside and asked it again. “You can’t tellme you still haven’t slept withYuuri! Look at all that Eros! Are you really going to tell me it doesn’t turnyou on at all?”
“He’sbeautiful, Chris,” Victor said in a calm tone of voice, “and he’s the bestperson I’ve ever met.”
Chris laughed.“Listen, Victor, you don’t have to pretend with me.” He leaned closer. “And youdon’t have to be embarrassed of it,” he added in a whisper. “I’m just curious,you know? What do you two get up to when you’re all alone?” He leaned evencloser, really invading his personal space now, and Victor resisted the urge tostep back, afraid to offend his friend. “Do you use ropes or…”
“What!” Victorinterjected. He’d listened to Chris talk about this once. He swore to himselfto never listen to it again. Two years went by and he was still slightlytraumatized by what he’d heard. “No! No! I told you: we’re not having sex!”
He’d protesteda little too loudly and people were turning around to give him curious looks.
Victor put hishands over his mouth and then took them away to whisper, “I didn’t have sexwith Yuuri! I slept with him, yes, but we slept beside each other.”
“I don’t getit,” Chris said, tilting his head to the side, “you sleep beside each other and you don’t– no, I just can’t believeit!” he shook his head. “You’re not old-fashioned enough to wait until you getmarried, are you?”
Victor sighed. Hewas just wasting time with Chris. “Just forget it. I need to go help Yuuriprepare for the competition.”
“Prepare, yeah,sure,” Chris said with a suggestive smile that Victor merely ignored.
And when Yuurifinally got his Grand Prix gold, an entire year later, they got married notlong after. And, sure enough, Chris called two days later with the samequestion.
“Listen, Chris,I can appreciate a joke like anyone else can, but I really think this isgetting out of hand,” Victor said, trying to sound calm and almost failing.
“I just don’tunderstand it,” Chris insisted, yet again.
“And I don’tunderstand you,” Victor admitted in avoice that was just a little too loud.
There was anembarrassed pause.
“Listen, I’msorry,” Chris said. “Can you forgive me?”
“It’s okay.” Hedid his best to make it sound like it was okay, but his voice betrayed theanger he held in check. Just don’t bringit up ever again.
“I guess Ijust– Oh! I feel like such an idiot!”Chris exclaimed. “All these years we’ve been friends and it never occurred tome!”
“What are youtalking about?” Victor asked, puzzled.
“Everythingmakes so much sense now!” Chris said. “You’re ace, Victor.”
Victor walkedinto his living room where Yuuri was sprawled out on the couch, “I suppose Iam,” he said, stopping to smile fondly at Yuuri’s sleeping form.
He wondered howmany people would believe that the kiss at their wedding had been their firstkiss. Oh, Victor had kissed Yuuri’s hand and even Yuuri’s skate, but neverYuuri’s lips, not until then. They’d only agreed to it, because it wastraditional.
They danced through their whole weddingparty until all the guests got tired and went home. They practically dancedtheir way to their hotel room and then dropped down next to each other on thebed.
“I’m not sleepy at all,” Yuuri admitted.
“Me neither,” Victor said. “Do you want towatch a movie? We can try to order some food, but it’s probably too late forroom service.”
Oddly enough, it wasn’t too late for room service, so they orderedwhatever looked good on the menu and stayed up half the night watching anythingthey could find.
Victor smiledat the memory of waking up next to Yuuri and realizing they hadn’t even changedout of their expensive tuxedoes.
He returned tothe kitchen to make coffee.
“So…” Chrissaid in a tone that was still apologetic, “I hope you have fun on yourhoneymoon. Truly.”
“Thank you. Iknow we will.”
They’d spentweeks planning the perfect honeymoon: starting with a cheese and wine tour inFrance and ending with a chocolate tour in Switzerland. They went early in thefall when the weather would still be good.
After one houron the train there they were: in a little town, straight out of a picture book.Even the way the Alps framed it suggested that someone took the time to sitdown and plan where each peak should be.
The sunilluminated a cobblestone street as they walked from shop to shop.
“Look at that!”Yuuri exclaimed, his eyes glowing with excitement. “There’s a little villagehere made all out of chocolate!”
They stoodoutside, looking in at the display window.
“Let’s go in,”Victor said, opening the door.
Neither of themhad ever seen such a selection of chocolate, from different types, to differentfillings (like added nuts and berries), that’s not to mention all of thedifferent shapes it was sold in.
“Wow!” theyexclaimed at the same time.
“Can I throwout my things and fill my suitcase with chocolate?” Victor mused aloud.
“It will justmelt into one giant chocolate suitcase!”
Two hours ofgoing from shop to shop and buying gifts for pretty much everyone they knewthey stopped at a little café where each of them got a little masterpiece madeout of chocolate and berries.
“Seems a shameto eat it,” Yuuri said, staring down at what he’d ordered.
“I can eatyours, if you don’t want it,” Victor offered.
“I never saidthat!”
Yuuri sleptwith his head on Victor’s shoulder during the train ride back to their hotel.The world was soft, full of bright colours and happy things. The view outsidewas breathtaking as the train circled the Alps and forests gave way to smalltowns before spreading out again over hills and down into valleys. A lake here,a river there, broke the view. Sunlight sparkled on the surface of the water,drawing the eye in. But the best view was the one leaning against Victor’sshoulder.
Victor raisedon hand and gently touched Yuuri’s face.
Yuuri slept on.
Tomorrow I want to find the best restaurantin Geneva and see just how good it is, he thought.
Two days laterthey discovered a small vintage shop on the outskirts of Zurich, which led to acompetition of “Guess who this is” on Instagram that Yuuri won. People werejust better at recognizing Victor under the old clothes, even when he pulled ona dress with a poufy petticoat underneath, a giant hat, a pair of opera glovesand held a fan made of feathers in his hand.
“I like thisone,” Victor said as they stood outside and went through the photos.
Yuuri stareddown at a photo of him in a black lace dress with red roses embroidered downfrom one corner of his chest to the bottom of the skirt. “Maybe we should’vebought it.”
“You know,”Victor began and tilted his head to the side thoughtfully, “I think I have anidea for a program for next year.”
Yuuri laughedand pretended that he was about to go back. “I’ll go buy it, then, shall I?”
“And this oneis good too…” Victor said thoughtfully.
This time Yuuriwas in an old war uniform that looked like it came from sometime in theprevious century. There was so much gold braid sewn over it that he suspectedthat it was really from a theatre than from an actual soldier.
“No, no, Ithink this one is much better.” He flicked over the photos on Victor’s phoneand found the one of Victor dressed as a heroine from a Jane Austen novel. “Ithink you should skate in this next year.”
Victor laughed.“Only if I can end or start with a love confession.”
Yuuri felt theblush rise to his cheeks. “Y-you’re not going to…?” he asked, unable to finishthe question.
“No, I think,I’ll stand in front of you as you wear that uniform and confess. And then themusic will start to play and I will skate. What do you think of that?” Victor’sface was full of excitement as he said this and Yuuri knew, just knew that he wouldn’t be able to talkhim out of it.
“Sh-shouldn’t Idance that? I was the one who confessed, after all.” Yuuri lowered his eyes andwondered if he should’ve said that.
Victor wrappedhim in an embrace. “No, you’ll need to come up with your own idea,” he teased.“What about chocolate? You can do the chocolate dance! Like the one in the Nutcracker!”
Yuuri laughed,burying his face in Victor’s chest.
“That will beyour short program and your free skate can be the wine dance,” Victor went on.
“Are youseriously suggesting that my theme this year should be our honeymoon?” Yuuriraised his head and looked into Victor’s face.
“Our theme,” Victor corrected him.
He didn’t knowwhat to answer to that.
It was anotherrainy autumn morning in St. Petersburg. He woke up late, his arms aroundVictor.
They’d fallenasleep in front of the TV under a thick quilt yet again.
He reached outfor the remote and turned it off as an elderly lady told him that the next weekwould have nothing but rain.
Yuuri thoughtof that warm afternoon when they walked down a street in Zurich, making plansfor the future season, holding hands tightly. He remembered the jokes they’dmade about their programs. Victor promised he would have a palace in thebackground when he skated. Yuuri promised to throw chocolates out to theaudience.
Then his eyefell on the clock on the wall. Crap!
“Victor,” hewhispered, shaking him gently. “Victor, we’re late for practice.”
“Hmm…” Victor,who was usually a morning person, dropped his head onto Yuuri’s shoulder,murmuring, “five more minutes.”
Yuuri knew whatwould happen the moment they got to practice. He could already picture thestares they would all give them. He could hear Yuri Plisetsky mutter“disgusting” under his breath as everyone else made jokes about staying uplate.
Yes, we did stay up late, he thought. There was a good movie on.
And he knewthey wouldn’t believe him, if he told them the truth.
But it was sogood to stay here, were it was dry and warm while the rain pattered against thewindows. Outside people ran through puddles shielding themselves withumbrellas, but here there was just Victor, clinging on in his sleep.
Yuuri watchedwater trail down the glass. A bright yellow leaf was stuck in the bottom rightcorner of the window. Out there their balcony chairs were getting wet.
A bird landedon the back of one of the chairs and tried to shake the rain off.
Time to go, he thought.
“Victor,” hewhispered again, “come on, you’ve had your five minutes.” He rubbed Victor’sback with a smile.
“Next on theice, representing Japan – Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov!”
He skated outonto the ice in a costume of black lace with red roses sewn at the waist anddown to his half skirt.
The musicstarted to play and he launched into his short program: Spanish Chocolate fromthe Nutcracker.
There wereballet elements in his program and he jumped on his skates, almost as if he wasin pointe shoes. So the dance and music were well-known, but he was stilldetermined to surprise the audience. Especially since Victor had surprisedeveryone with his routine.
He stood in front of Yuuri in the closestapproximation to a long white dress he could skate in and listened as thespeakers played a recording of a love confession and then the music started toplay and he backed away into his routine.
Afterwards everyone argued which novel hadinspired Victor. When asked he smiled and answered “my husband”.
Yuuri hadchoreographed both of his programs this time. As he went into a spin he had asudden vision of himself and Victor sometime in the future. He imagined Victorcoaching someone else and himself going on as a choreographer by his side.Victor had really grown as a coach in the last few years.
Maybe theycould go out there into the world and look for young talent.
He wonderedwhat Victor would say to that as the music ended.
But for now, he thought, bowing to theaudience, we’ll keep going for as long aswe can. Right, Victor?
He turned tosmile at his coach and husband and got a nod in return.