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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is how it starts: it's one autumn rainy morning and Viktor Nikiforov stumbles into Yuuri's coffee shop, dripping wet and upset. Yuuri makes him tea and, maybe, falls in love at first sight.
I wrote a Coffee Shop\College AU! It’s a one shot :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter of Shall We Dance is up :)
For the drabble thing: viktuuri and 22 ;)
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Yuuri.”
Yuuri comesback to reality and feels a deep flush rising on his cheeks and neck.
Victorsmiles at him from the other side of the couch, and Yuuri’s whole body isyearning to be close, closer, tosmell Victor’s warm scent, to be able to run his hands through Victor’s softhair, and –
“Yuuri,”Victor says, gently.
“Y-yes?”
Yuuristares down at his own hands, twitching with the desire to touch, trying toregain his composure. Ever since the kiss on the ice, in China, it’s becomeincreasingly difficult to reign himself in, Victor like the moon and Yuuri astormy sea.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when youthink I don’t notice.”
Yuuri doesn’t say anything, can’t say anything, his voice gone and hisneck burning in embarrassment. He doesn’t dare to look at Victor, afraid ofwhat he might find in those bright blue eyes.
Victor’shand gracefully cups his face, thumb stroking Yuuri’s burning cheek as Victorslides closer and gently coaxes Yuuri into looking at him. Victor is sobeautiful, shining eyes and freckly nose, it’s almost unbearable.
“Yuuri, I’mgoing to do something now,” he says, voice breathy, almost a whisper, accentcurling around the consonants. “Stop me if it’s not what you want, okay?”
Yuuri nods,feeling his heartbeats everywhere as Victor slowly leans down, nose sliding withhis and coming to stop on Yuuri’s cheek as his breath ghosts over Yuuri’s lips,driving him insane.
“Yuuri,”and Victor’s voice trembles a little. “Can I – “
Yuuri can’ttake it anymore, and slants his mouth over Victor’s, fingers grabbing blindlyat Victor’s hair, eliciting a moan that makes Yuuri’s body sing.
They kissfor what feels like an eternity and not enough at the same time. When thekisses become more tender and gentle, Victor circles his arms around Yuuri andcradles his head to his chest.
“I wasn’tsure – “ he murmurs, stroking Yuuri’s hair. “You never said anything about thekiss in China, so I wasn’t sure. But you kept looking at me like that and, well.”
“I’m sorry.I – I know I’m terrible at this and I’m. Uhm. I’m so bad? At communicating. But,I want to get better. And I’m sorry for making you feel insecure.”
Victorsmiles, a tender, loving thing.
The nextmorning, the sun barely up and warm breakfast in front of them, Yuuri gathershis courage.
“Victor?”he asks, timidly. Victor is unfairly beautiful even with a sleepy face and abed head. Yuuri grabs the sleeve of Victor’s soft sweater and whispers, “wouldyou kiss me good morning?”
It’s theirsoftest kiss yet.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter of Shall We Dance is up :)
Okay, but imagine how sunburnt Victor will have gotten on that first summer he spent in Hasetsu.
The first time he and Yuuri go to the beach, he just wears light sunscreen, ignoring Yuuri's suggestion that they buy a 50+ protection lotion for him. Truth is, he hasn't really spent that much time at the beach in his life - he hasn't spent basically any time at the beach before.
Victor doesn't think he will get burned. Victor Nikiforov doesn't get sunburns, he doesn't share mere mortal annoyances.
Except he does.
It hasn't even been a full hour and Victor's shoulders are red and hot and they hurt and there are freckles everywhere on the usually alabaster skin of his face, shoulder, chest. Yuuri takes one look at him and sighs, but there’s fondness to his exasperation, a warmth in his beautiful chocolate eyes. Victor doesn’t want to go back home - Yutopia, his new home - he’s having so much fun, swimming and playing with Makkachin and just being so happy with Yuuri, but his student can be even more stubborn than he is, and Victor finds himself being almost physically dragged back to Yutopia.
“Yuuuuuri,” he whines, dramatically, as Yuuri has him sit down on his small bed. “Yuuri, my face hurts. My shoulders, too. Yuuri, I didn’t think I would actually get a sunburn.”
Yuuri huffs an incredulous laugh at that.
“Victor, you’re Russian. You’re the palest person I’ve ever met, and didn’t I tell you this would happen?”
Victor pouts, but he’s loving the affection that pours out of Yuuri’s voice.
Yuuri takes out Aloe Vera gel from one of his drawers and gently tugs at Victor’s t-shirt. Victor takes it off so fast he almost dislocates his shoulder - but it’s so worth it, because then Yuuri’s small, gentle hands are rubbing the fresh gel on his skin, and it feels so good.
The next time they go to the beach, Victor brings 50+ sunscreen with him, and he asks Yuuri if he can please help Victor rub it on his back? And shoulders? Maybe his face too?
Yuuri does a very thorough job.
Victor never gets a sunburn again.
Victor wears glasses. It takes Yuuri a few weeks to realize, because Victor is constantly wearing contacts during the day and Yuuri is too shy to go find him at night, running away like a deer in headlights at the sound of "Yuuuuuuuuri! Let's sleep together!". One night, though, Yuuri can't sleep. He's feeling restless, and tired, and restless, so he gets up and quietly makes his way to the kitchen to get some water. A feeble light is on in Victor's room, and the door isn't completely closed, a crack just wide enough for Yuuri to glance through it without being noticed. Yuuri doesn't want to do it, except he really does. Victor is in bed, Makkachin laying at his side, head perched on Victor's lap. Victor's holding a book, and he seems to be reading intently. On his nose, a pair of extremely old fashioned glasses. Finding out that Victor wears glasses is world changing, for Yuuri, much like when, on Victor's first night in Hasetsu, he noticed that there were freckles on his pale nose and cheeks. Victor lifts a hand up and pushes his old, metal framed glasses further up on his nose, as he shifts on the mattress to get more comfortable. Yuuri's world shifts a little, too.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 3 is up! :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So I gave in to temptation and I wrote 1k words of DWTS AU - the whole fic will be narrated solely through social media :) It’s a bit crack-ish and I expect the chapters to be fairly short! Please check it out if you want to see Victor and Yuuri falling in love while dancing on ABC.
