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hello snz tumblr! i’ve returned with a brand new yuri on ice commission from a wonderful anonymous person.

victor and yuuri try to enjoy a cherry blossom viewing picnic but yuuri’s allergies get in the way. sneezing, itching, and congestion weren’t exactly what he had planned for this outing - but at least he has victor to take care of him.

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The dumbest thing Yuuri has ever done in his life is not take antihistamines this morning. The second dumbest thing Yuuri has ever done is not bring antihistamines with him to a cherry blossom viewing.

He and Victor are having what should be a romantic experience - a picnic in the park under a canopy of cherry blossom trees. Victor had never seen the cherry blossoms blooming in Japan, so when they visited Yuuri’s family in April, that was a must-see.

But because he's an idiot, Yuuri forgot the other thing that happens in April - the tail end of cedar pollen season. At first, he hadn’t had any symptoms, but after three days of coating his sinuses and lungs with the stuff, it's starting to get to him. A lot. The cherry blossoms, which don’t normally bother him unless he’s already in hay fever mode, are making things worse. Yuuri sniffles, hoping it isn’t loud into to tip off his husband. Victor is distracted for the moment with scratching Makkachin behind the ears, but it won't be long before he notices that something's up. Yuuri wants them to have a nice time together, uninterrupted by Yuuri’s allergies - but barring that, he doesn't want Victor to worry about him.

He sniffles again, noticing that it’s a lot more difficult this time. Louder, too. One of his nostrils is blocked, and the other feels raw and itchy when he breathes through it. His nose is dripping. He can probably get away with blowing it once without Victor thinking anything is wrong.

“Want a drink?” asks Victor, passing him a can of yuzu chu-hi. Yuuri takes it, hoping that it will distract him from feeling like a clump of pollen is rolling around the inside of his sinuses. “Tha…thank—ahhh—!” He clamps his nose shut, knowing that if he sneezes once, he isn't going to stop sneezing all day. Victor looks at him with a raised eyebrow, and Makkachin paws at his leg. “Would you like a tissue as well?” asks Victor, passing him a napkin from their bag of picnic supplies. There is snot dribbling from his clogged nostril, and his  efforts to sniff it up aren’t working. Yuuri accepts the napkin, then immediately launches an itchy “hhhnnghCHIH!” into its folds. “Bud'te zdorovy, Yuuri. Are you feeling okay? You’ve been sniffling nonstop since we got here.”

Yuuri is too busy sneezing to answer him. He catches a trio — “Eh’KSCH! HhphCHH! Huh…ASHHIH!” — into the napkin, destroying it with a flood of snot.

Scrubbing at eyes which are now prickling and tearing up, he decides that Victor will worry more if he doesn't explain the situation. After grabbing another napkin and blowing his nose, he says, “my allergies are actidg up. I forgot to—snff—take bedicine. Snff. I’b okay though — they’re ndot that bad—hhHEHCHIEW!!”

He doesn’t hear the next thing Victor says because his ears are ringing with the force of his last sneeze, which pitched him forward and would have made him spill his drink if he’d opened it. Makkachin whines, and Victor gives Yuuri’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Poor thing,” he says. “Do you want to pack it up and go home? I don’t want you to just sit here and suffer.” “Ndo, it’s fide, we only just got here—hhhchiew! Hikshihh! AshhKKCHH! HEH-CHHUH!” He catches those sneezes in the crook of his elbow, then reaches for another napkin with which to mop up the mess. His nose is completely stuffed up now, and blowing it accomplishes nothing except exacerbate the itch that’s centered in his sinuses, but extending tendril-like down his throat and into his ears and his eyes.

He dissolves into another fit, then wipes his eyes on the back of his hand. His glasses are completely fogged up with allergic tears.

“I’b okay Vitya, really. I cad deal with mby allergies for add hour or so if it mbeans you get to see the cherry blossobs—HHUH-CHHOO! AHH-HUHCHH!” The sneezes are getting heavier, more violent.

“You can’t even see them yourself,” says Victor, plucking Yuuri’s glasses from his face and wiping them off on his shirt. Before replacing them, he blots Yuuri’s eyes and nose with a damp napkin, and hands him dry one to blow his nose with. Trying makes him sneeze again, which makes his entire face feel like there’s a squirrel crawling around on the inside of his face. Yuuri tries to tell Victor that it doesn't matter, he's been to a million of these viewings - to Victor, it’s a new experience, one that’s integral to the culture he’s marrying into. It doesn't work, because he can’t stop sneezing long enough to speak. Even spasm leaves him stuffier and drippier than the last, and by the end he’s so dizzy that Victor has to prop him upright.

For a while, Victor alternates between rubbing Yuuri’s back and mopping up the mess produced by his endless string of sneezes. When it finally stops and his chest is heaving and he’s so tired he practically falls into Victor’s lap, Victor says, “if you won't accept me not wanting you to be miserable, maybe this will convince you - it’ll be impossible for us to kiss if your nose is blocked and you can't stop sneezing." “That's a good point — hahhCHOO! EH’SHUHH! Ughhh…” Yuuri blows his nose, wincing at the sparks of pain this produces. When the pain fades he’s left with horrible itching. He wants to laugh at Victor’s attempt at a joke, but when he tries he just starts coughing.

Victor moves Yuuri’s head so that he’s using Makkachin as a pillow, and Makkachin immediately starts licking his face. “I’ll get packed up and call a cab, alright? When we get home you should take some antihistamines and then take a nice long shower. I’m happy to join to you for the second part if you’d like.”

After a moment of though, Victor adds, “if the medicine works, we can come back later, okay? If it doesn’t, I’ll come back on my own. I know it's important to you that I see this.”

Yuuri wants to tell Victor how much he loves him, but when he opens his mouth, he sneezes instead.

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The lovely individual who commissioned The Birthday Party & The Cold asked me for a short sequel where Yuuri actually gets the chance to take care of Victor, so here it is. After Yuuri’s birthday party, Victor’s cold is still going strong, so Yuuri suggests that he take a dip in the hot springs on the Katsuki family property to try and ease his congestion.

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“Yuuri, I’b dyidg…” Victor rasps, draping his arms around Yuuri’s shoulders as Yuuri walks out of the kitchen. “Our love is magical edough to cure the cobbod cold, right? Snff.” "I don’t think viruses are particularly responsive to love, Vitya.” Yuuri laughs, reaching backward to run his hands through Victor’s messy hair.

Two days after the birthday party, and three days into a hideous cold, Victor is no longer pretending to be healthy. He’s wandering aimlessly around the house wearing a face mask and a rumpled yukata, carrying a box of tissues under his arm and groaning dramatically whenever anyone is around to help lament his suffering.

This is a massive relief for Yuuri - during the birthday party that Victor had painstakingly arranged, he’d clearly been sick, but hadn’t been willing to admit to it until he was practically unconscious. The day afterward, he’d pretended to be fine during the brief periods of time he’d been awake, but had spent almost the whole day sleeping. The anxiety and guilt Yuuri felt had combined poorly with his hangover, and had made the day after his birthday a miserable one.   Today, though, Victor is clearly articulating his problems. Yuuri doesn’t have to guess how he’s doing - he knows. It’s so much easier this way - he’ll have to tell Victor that, at some point. Because he knows it’s easier for Victor to know what’s going on in his head, too.

Right now, though, he has to attend to Victor’s physical needs. He sounds like someone’s poured cement into his sinuses, and it’s hardened completely. Despite the desperately nasal pronunciation of just about every syllable, he can barely even sniffle - every attempt results in a pitiful squeak. He’s breathing through his mouth in short, painful puffs that are repeatedly interrupting with fits of ticklish coughs.

That can’t be comfortable, but there’s an easy solution on the Katsuki property.

“Vitya, do you want to take a dip in the onsen? It’ll loosen up your congestion.” Midway through Yuuri’s sentence, Victor starts blowing his nose, which means he hadn’t heard a single thing that Yuuri said. Yuuri repeats it while Victor rubs his ear. He quickly moves from his ear to his nose, which is flaring as if he’s about to sneeze - but nothing happens, despite pinching it and rubbing it to try and coax the sneeze out. “That mbight help,” he says, folding his used tissue into a neat square, then plucking another from the box to blow his dripping, swollen nose. “You’ll have to come in with mbe though. I’b too tired to trust myself not to fall asleep in the water.” “You just want to see me naked,” says Yuuri with a smirk.

After a small coughing fit, Victor says, “you say that like it’s a bad thing.” ~`~`~

An hour later, they’ve showered and entered the onsen. Despite the warmth of the water, Victor is still shivering, prompting Yuuri to wrap his arms around his husband to try and warm him up.

Despite the steam drifting off of the water, every breath Victor tries to take is loud and labored. His nose, which is bright red and flecked with scraps of dead white skin, is glistening with a combination of hot spring water and mucus. He tilts his head back and rests it on Yuuri’s chest. As he breathes in the steam, his sniffles start to get a little wetter and looser, and his nostrils start to flare. He scrubs at the understand of his nose, muttering “itchy…” to himself.

Damn it. Yuuri hadn’t thought of this. While the steam will likely make Victor less congested, it’s probably going to make him sneeze, too. If those sneezes are spraying will mean some annoying clean-up before they open the hot spring to the public in the morning, but Yuuri is more concerned with Victor’s comfort. Yesterday, he’s said that sneezing hurt his throat and gave him a headache - today, he’s been too stuffed up to do it much. Is this going to hurt, or is it going to be a relief? It’s too late to go back now. Victor takes a sharp breath, then jackknives forward in a violent “HEHSHIEW!” that leaves him coughing and sputtering into a curled fist. He blows his nose into his hands, then fires another sneeze - “AHEH-KIEW!” into the crook of his elbow. He frowns at whatever he expelled, then wipes it off into the handkerchief he’d brought with him. Then, Victor sniffles like he’s trying to absorb the whole hot spring into his sinus cavity, then leans back onto Yuuri’s chest, whimpering. “That hurt…” he groans, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry,” says Yuuri, kissing Victor’s damp forehead. “Are you are least a little bit less congested?” “Mm…a little, but it’s still…hhehh…ehhh? Heehh?” His breath hitches, and he waves in front of his face with his hands, as if that will coax out the sneeze. “Ehheh? Huhehhh…Heh…oh mby god Yuuri mby nose is on fire—hhehhhh….HEHCHOO! ASHOO! HEKCHH!! HACHHIIH!! EH-HEHHKKCH!”   After a seemingly endless volley of sneezes that leave Victor limp and shaking, he grabs the handkerchief and blows out what looks like all the liquids in his entire body. Yuuri hands him the water bottle they’d brought to avoid dehydration, and Victor drinks the whole thing in under a minute. “It’s very possible I burst a blood vessel from all of that sneezing, but at least I can breath through my nose now,” Victor says in a scratchy, drained voice. “Thank you, kotyonok. SNIFFF! You’re too good to me. Snff…snnff…hhhechhiew! Ugh…I guess I’ll probably keep sneezing as long as I’m in here—eshiew!hhECHIEW!”

Yuuri grabs the handkerchief, dips it into the onsen and cleans the mess off of Victor’s face, hugging him from behind the whole time. “Poor Vitya,” he says. “That sounds so uncomfortable. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help you feel better, okay?” “Don’t worry, I will. After all I did to arrange your birthday party, I’m more than happy to let you reciprocate by taking care of me—ashhiew!” This is exactly what Yuuri wanted to hear.