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Prompt No. 16 “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” – Victuuri
Not often, but sometimes, they couldn’t travel together for competitions. At first the situation had been murder on Yuuri’s nerves as he felt less focused when Victor wasn’t around to ground him. Slowly though, as their love became more steady and their lives became more of a braid than separate strands, it had become simply enough to know that Victor was with him in spirit.
That confidence and connection was a blessing but it didn’t change the sweetness of every reunion.
Anxiously jabbing his finger against the elevator button Yuuri bounced back and forth on his toes. For a second he considered taking the stairs but he was saved from the potential irrational decision by the faint dinging of the elevator’s arrival.
He tapped his toes in an erratic rhythm watching the lights blink up the number line. Energy buzzed through him that shouldn’t have existed in his competition and travel weary body. When the highest number lit up, Yuuri could barely hold himself back from forcing the doors open with his bare hands.
Seven quick strides brought him to their front door. It was unlocked as Yuuri knew it would be and he threw it open wide barely able to nudge off his shoes before Makkachin leapt excitedly into his arms. “Hi Makka,” Yuuri laughed letting her knock him backwards on the ground to lick at his face.
From his spot in the bedroom doorway Victor gazed upon his favorite beings with a sappy smile. Yuuri caught sight of him over Makkachin’s fluffy head and waved his hand. Worming his way out from underneath Makkachin’s still wiggling form, Yuuri pushed to his feet.
Victor’s laughter rang through their apartment as Yuuri rushed to lift him into the air. Feeling lightheaded and ridiculous with his own happiness, Yuuri spun Victor around before dipping him dramatically toward the floor.
“Nice greeting,” Victor grinned, hand coming up to touch Yuuri’s cheek, “but why haven’t you kissed me yet?” With an ill-advised yank on the collar of Yuuri’s shirt, Victor sent them both crashing to the ground as Yuuri lost his footing.
Legs tangling as they sprawled across the threshold of their bedroom they both laughed harder when Makkachin added herself to their pile.
Wrapping his fingers into the hair at the back of Yuuri’s head, Victor smiled. “Welcome home, my Yuuri.”
In lieu of answering, Yuuri finally gave Victor the welcome home kiss he deserved.
I did a funny version of this for Phichimetti, so I am going with sappy for Victuuri :)
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Four outfits lay in the rejected pile at Yuuri’s feet. Normally clothes were of little concern for him. His skating costumes had always been picked by Celestino or Victor and his every day outfits were a combination of whatever he pulled from his drawers first. Sometimes, Victor took over the task of dressing him for regular life as well, an act of true love that Yuuri always appreciated.
Today was different though.
Today Victor was finally returning home after a week away working on publicity for his new line of coach’s gear. Yes, Victor Nikiforov had gone from fashion skating icon to the icon of coach’s fashion and had jumped at the chance to design his own line of stylish rink side coats and hats. (There was even a nod to Yakov’s truly unforgettable hat, which had been “accidentally” destroyed by Yurio.)
Today, Yuuri was determined to dress in a way that would make Victor’s eyes go wide and his smile go crooked, a special expression that only Yuuri could pull onto his husband’s perfect face. It would require a specific mix of perfectly tailored and slightly too tight and no matter what articles Yuuri tried to combine on his body, he simply couldn’t get it right.
Frowning at his nearly naked reflection, Yuuri wondered if showing up in just his boxer briefs would do the trick. His face flushed with the embarrassing thought as a giggle escaped him. Victor the husband would probably appreciate the easy access, while Victor the coach would be ready to strangle Yuuri over the need to wrangle the post exposure media circus.
A ding on his phone alerted Yuuri to the fact that he was running out of time. Victor was due to arrive within an hour and he needed to have clothes on before he could leave for the airport. Sighing heavily, Yuuri scanned the discarded articles and tried to visualize a combination that might work.
Tiptoeing into the doorway, Victor grinned at the sight of his husband’s gorgeous butt and all of the exposed skin that Yuuri wasn’t covering. Makkachin had been bribed at the door with the biggest dog bone Victor could find on his way home from the airport, a tool to keep their furbaby occupied while Victor made up for the last seven days of being deprived of Yuuri’s touch.
Letting out a low whistle, Victor jumped when Yuuri screamed. “It’s just me!” he yelled, throwing his hands into the air while biting back his laughter.
“What are you doing here?!” Tripping on his own feet, Yuuri’s back crashed into the open closet door.
The opportunity to cage in his barely covered husband was too tempting and Victor crossed the room to lean into Yuuri’s space and trap him against the door. “Got an earlier flight.” Smirking, Victor hooked a finger in the band of Yuuri’s underwear and snapped it. “What are you doing here?” Nodding toward the pile of clothes, Victor smiled when Yuuri blushed.
Nervous excitement rippled through Yuuri as Victor’s hand crept around his waist and settled at his lower back. “I was trying to look nice... you know for when I picked you up... at the airport.”
“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...” Kissing him before Yuuri could argue, Victor laughed when Yuuri still attempted to protest. “Being greeted by this,” Victor pinched Yuuri’s butt, “is way better than any dressed version of you.”
“Ridiculous,” teased Yuuri, scrunching his nose before yanking Victor back into another kiss and laughing as Victor continued to pinch him just because he could.
I didn't see any Sheith ficlets so can I please have number 1 for Sheith?
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Prompt No. 1 “I’m in love with you” – Sheith
The sterile smell of the hospital room was as familiar as it was horrifying to Shiro’s memory. Too many days of his childhood had been spent within walls of the same dull color for him to feel comfortable inside their bland confines. His discomfort was worth it though for the chance to be at Keith’s side when he finally awoke from his medically induced slumber.
From Krolia Shiro had learned that Keith had briefly awoken earlier while Shiro was otherwise detained serving his duty to the Garrison as their favorite spokesman. The speech had been important but Shiro’s presence at Keith’s side was far more important to Shiro’s heart.
Quiet was interrupted by the steady rhythm of the machine monitoring Keith’s heart rate. It was a symbol that Keith was alive and despite Shiro’s own dislike of the machine’s steady beeping, he couldn’t dismiss the reassurance it brought him when it was attached to his favorite human.
Leaning on his elbow Shiro trailed the fingers of his human hand down Keith’s wrist until they carefully found a home between Keith’s own relaxed fingers. Shiro jumped when Keith’s fingers curled around his own and almost with an air of fear, Shiro glanced up to find Keith gently smiling at him.
“You’re awake,” Shiro whispered, the hush of his voice flowing through the room and overtaking the steady hum of Keith’s monitored vitals. Squeezing Keith’s cold fingers, Shiro felt himself begin to shake. “You’re alive.”
“If pain is any indication,” Keith winced as he readjusted, tightening his grip on Shiro’s hand so he couldn’t pull away, “then yeah, I would say I’m alive.” Smile fading to a ghost of amusement, Keith tiled his head to look at Shiro. “You’re holding my hand.”
“I’m in love with you.” The words tumbled out before Shiro could stop them, surprising both himself and Keith. The blush blooming over Keith’s cheeks made Shiro feel bolder. “Keith, I’m so sorry. I should have said it before… I should have said it a million times… but it doesn’t change that it’s true.” Stuttering over his own words, Shiro felt the damp warmth of his own tears flowing down his cheeks. “I love you,” he said again, finally gaining the courage to look directly at Keith as he made the declaration that was years too late.
Tears ran down Keith’s own face as his smile went from muted to bright enough to light the entire planet. “Shiro…” Keith sighed, his free hand coming up to unsuccessfully smear away his tears. “Shiro, I love you.”
Shiro laughed as he crawled into the bed with Keith. It was too small to fit both of them but Shiro couldn’t convince himself to care. Pulling Keith to his chest, Shiro let himself relish in how perfectly they fit together.
Feeling brave, Shiro kissed Keith’s forehead over his bandage. Then he kissed Keith’s check. Then his other cheek. Letting only a breath of a moment hang between them, Shiro tipped Keith’s chin and finally kissed Keith exactly where he was meant to be kissed.
As the sun faded over the horizon, Shiro kept kissing Keith while breaking only to whisper “I love you” over and over onto Keith’s lips until he was positive that Keith would never forget it.
Prompt #13 and 18 with Victuuri. I hope I'm not asking for too much
Hello wonderful human! You were definitely not asking too much from me and I am so sorry that my pandemic depression stopped me from fulfilling this prompt sooner.
The “You Only Live Once” firework scene at the end of every episode inspired this little drabble and I hope you enjoy Victor’s undying love and affection for Yuuri :).
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The night sky was the perfect backdrop for the beautiful streaks of the sparklers extending from the ends of their fingertips. Bodies bending and twisting as if guided by the breeze, they danced over the sand. Laughter rang between them leaving them forgetful that competition was the reason they were all brought together. Heat caused their shirts to cling to their skin, leaving muscles on display that were usually carefully hidden by baggy workout clothes.
Collapsing to the ground with his own sparkler fizzling out at his feet, Victor smiled as the other two continued to dance. From his place on the ground, Victor watched as Yuuri and Yuri weaved the delicate tapestry of their sparkler trails. Together they created a dazzling picture that neither could have coordinated on their own.
Resting his chin on his knee, Victor remained mesmerized by the glorious swirl of Yuuri’s body. The grace and beauty bled into every one of Yuuri’s movements leaving Victor even more enamored than he had already become.
Yuuri was a fascinating combination of bold and shy, of beauty and awkwardness, a gorgeous blend of fascinating and intriguing. Victor’s heart hammered in his chest as he watched Yuuri move, his eyes tracing the lines of Yuuri’s body as he chased the curve of his own sparkling trail.
So much of their summer had been consumed by training, especially when Yuri had entered into the mix, and Victor felt the last pieces of his regret melt as Yuuri spun toward him. Landing in Victor’s lap, Yuuri smiled into his sigh as Victor wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s waist.
“You’re beautiful,” Victor whispered, lingering a gentle kiss across Yuuri’s temple, “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” It was true, and had been true from every day since Victor had touched down in Hatsetsu. Yuuri had enveloped Victor’s world and Victor couldn’t find it in himself to regret it. “The way I feel when I’m with you…”
“Shhhh…” With a hand resting gently on Victor’s cheek, Yuuri pressed his forehead against Victor’s own. “I know…”
Twin smiles graced their faces as Yuri continued to spin circles that Makkachin happily chased. “You make me feel… complete,” Victor whispered, pulling Yuuri closer so that there was no space left between the rapid beating of their hearts.
“You make me feel everything,” Yuuri whispered, cradling Victor close and laughing with his own loving excitement.
So much was still ahead of them. A competition, a season, and hopefully a life. The hope of the future blossomed in Victor’s heart and he let himself float in the happiness as he cradled his life’s greatest gift in his arms.
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Prompt No. 4 “Shut up and kiss me” – Victuuri
Whenever Victor woke up to find the bed void of the warmth that was Yuuri, he knew to look in two specific places.
If Yuuri’s running shoes were missing from their place by the front door and Makkachin’s leash was missing from the hook above it then Yuuri was out running off whatever came into his mind throughout the night.
If Yuuri’s gym bag was missing, he was working his thoughts out on the ice.
Smiling at the empty spot next his own bag, Victor knew exactly where he would find his husband.
They had been up late into the night sketching and drafting ideas for their joint exhibition skate. It would be their last exhibition skate to include both of them as Victor planned to step off the ice completely at the end of the season. Yuuri was convinced that their routine had to be their best one yet and he had ranted in the most adorable way as Victor had tried to talk him down from the top of his conviction mountain.
There was lingering hint of bittersweetness in Victor’s heart even though he knew that his career in figure skating was merely changing and not ending. He felt those questioning tugs in his mind and hurried to pull on his own practice clothes before he let them drag him down completely.
Makkachin boofed when Victor reached for her leash and happily jogged alongside him as they headed for the rink. He was not surprised that Yuuri’s determination had lead him to the ice, yet his heart still felt too big inside of his chest. Years together hadn’t stopped the ability for Yuuri to completely overwhelm Victor’s own doubts and insecurities with his unwavering love.
The rink was quiet except for the sound of skates scraping over the ice. Victor let Makkachin off her leash as he leaned on the wall to simply watch his love twirl in soft circles. Grace and beauty still flowed through every movement of Yuuri’s body. Together they had gotten older but they had also grown stronger. Victor no longer questioned his worth off of the ice and Yuuri had stopped doubting his skills on it.
“Vitya!” Yuuri paused at the wall looking both sheepish and excited. “Sorry, I meant to come home before you were up. I lost track of time. But wait until you see what I’ve come up with. I thought instead of the-”
Curling his fingers in the loose fabric of Yuuri’s shirt, Victor pulled him forward the last few inches until they were separated only by the wall. “Shut up and kiss me.” Leaning forward, Victor laughed at Yuuri’s startled “What?!” and stole a kissing from Yuuri’s chilly lips. “I love you,” Victor smiled, lingering with his head tilted.
Blushing with his own smile Yuuri snagged Victor’s hand to pull him down the wall toward the benches. “I love you too. Now get your skates on, we have work to do.” Kissing Victor’s knuckles Yuuri released his hand before skating backwards out onto the ice.
Although the thought that this would be their last exhibition together as competing skaters would probably still bring a mixture of emotions, in that moment Victor’s heart was filled with only happiness with not a drop of sorrow in sight.
8, any of our mutual ships 😉 (liogalo is also acceptable btw!)
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Everything had gone sideways.
What had been a perfect plan seemed to have unraveled before Shinichi’s eyes, spinning wildly out of control until all he could do was shove those he loved to safety and accept his fate.
The stones of the front wall were still crumbling inward as Shinichi stumbled backwards as fast as he could. Glass from the shattered windows crunched under his feet and cut his hand as he caught himself from toppling over. Wood beams menacingly creaked under the weight of the collapsing roof, each groan whispering that Shinichi’s end was drawing closer.
Dust invaded Shinichi’s eyes as he tried to navigate the little space left in the room. A piercing pain in his side forced him to hunch over, clutching at a broken chair while he struggled to regain his control before tripping on. The blood was hard to ignore but even harder to push aside was the impending painful threat of physical change.
If he couldn’t find another way out of the disaster around him then the body that would be discovered wouldn’t be his, but instead his smaller form. As another alarmingly loud crash came from the other side of the room, Shinichi wondered if he would even be alive to answer their inevitable questions.
Sickness rose up inside of him making Shinichi lurch forward as he grabbed blindly at anything solid to support himself. Missing the edge of the tipped table he had reached for Shinichi landed hard on the ground. His groan mixed with the rumble of stones striking downward to their own crumbling demise. Closing his eyes, Shinichi fought back the tears that wanted to release themselves.
An unexpected breeze encouraged Shinichi’s eyes to flutter open again. A figure approached him, moving so quickly that Shinichi didn’t have time to protect himself from a potential blow.
Instead of more pain Shinichi heard a worried whisper of his own name.
Kneeling in the trashed remains of the once renowned gallery, Kid lifted a hand toward Shinichi’s face. His heart felt stuck in his throat as his eyes took in the bruises painting Shinichi’s handsome jawline and the blood seeping through the characteristically stiff blazer. Hesitantly, Kid’s hands floated over Shinichi’s body. “Can I touch you?” he whispered, unsure if he was asking for permission to provide comfort or to save Shinichi from his own excruciating end.
A groan escaped deep from Shinichi’s gut as he head fell backwards. Shaking fingers reached out to grab Kid’s cape, his mind barely able to piece together the words he needed. “Please…” he whispered, the single word causing his lungs to burn.
Weightlessness surrounded Shinichi as he was lifted from the ground. His mind faded, head falling against an angular shoulder and his senses being flooded with a familiar scent. Clutching with the last of his strength to the shirt of his savior, Shinichi bit back a moan as he was whisked away from his potential death.
A cool sweeping breeze kicked Kid’s cape out from behind him as he fled out of the back of the gallery. If it hadn’t been for his thorough casing of the building he would have never known of the secret entry through which the curators passed in order to take in well-deserved smoke breaks. Leaving the hidden door behind, Kid refused to look over his shoulder as the collapsing gallery met its final end.
Cradling his precious cargo in his arms, Kid moved cautiously through the line of trees until he reached the waiting car. Slipping Shinichi’s barely conscious form into the backseat, Kid didn’t hesitate to place a gentle kiss to Shinichi’s cheek. If he were awake, Shinichi would surely chastise him for being soft. As it was Shinichi only hummed and turned to brush his lips in the slightest hint of kiss to Kid’s lips.
There would be no time for them during this period of Shinichi’s transformation. By the time Kid smuggled Shinichi home to be cared for and tended to by Jii, it would no longer be Shinichi in his backseat. The reality of this hurt Kid in ways he didn’t wish to acknowledge but he still drove through the woods as if his own life depended on it.
In reality, although hard to admit and certainly harder for Kid to truly grasp, his life and his happiness did depend on Shinichi’s survival.
Gripping the wheel tighter, Kid glared down the darkening forest and fled toward the help he knew would be awaiting him on the other side.
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Sleep clouded the last unconscious pieces of Yuuri’s mind as he blinked himself awake. The bed was empty next to him, both Makkachin and Victor missing from spots that they had only recently made their own. It felt weird to wake up without Victor’s hums as he got dressed and the immediate face full of Makkachin kisses, especially when Yuuri discovered that Victor’s spot was cold.
Sweatpants and a hoodie found their way onto Yuuri’s body before he was fully coherent, his feet stumbling as he pulled on his socks and headed for his door.
The dining room was quiet, more quiet than Yuuri had seen it since he and Victor had returned from China. His mother leaned over a far table, cloth wiping in efficient circles to clear away the mess left behind from patrons who had already gone. She smiled at Yuuri when she caught him standing in the doorway.
“Vitya,” the diminutive was new and his mother looked pleased as she said it, “he went to Yuuko’s. He told me to tell you that you could meet him there.”
Ice cold fear dropped into Yuuri’s stomach. It had been a matter of self-preservation that he had not let Yuuko and Takeshi get Victor alone. After the last time, when they had revealed to Victor that Yuuri practiced because he didn’t have friends, Yuuri had made sure to limit their interactions to when Yuuri could keep an eye on his traitorous friends.
Pausing only to press a kiss to his mom’s head (a habit he had picked up from Victor and then continued when he had realized how much it made his mom smile), Yuuri snagged his shoes and ran out of the inn.
Hopping from foot to foot, Yuuri yanked his shoes on and then set out towards the Nishigori household. There was no telling what embarrassing information Yuuko and Takeshi had already shared with Victor and Yuuri knew that there would be a serious need for damage control.
The sound of Takeshi’s laughter floating out of front door reinforced all of Yuuri’s worries. Flicking his shoes off with his toes, Yuuri rounded the corner and stopped short when he spied Victor sandwiched on the couch between his friends and Makkachin splayed on the ground with the triplets draped over her.
On the screen of the television in front of them was a video that Yuuri had sworn he had destroyed. A chubby, more clumsy version of himself moved over the ice, wearing a hand-sewn copy of one of Victor’s costumes that his mother had made for his eleventh birthday.
“You’re the cutest kid who ever existed!” Victor squealed from his place on the couch, his feet bouncing along with the music of little Yuuri’s program and his eyes flitting between the screen and Yuuri’s flushed face. “I’ve seen all of these videos Yuuri! So many!”
Snapping out of his trance, Yuuri stomped across the room and snagged Victor’s wrist. “That’s enough,” he announced, his eyes narrowing as Yuuko and Takeshi started to protest. “You too, Makka,” he called, whistling quickly between his teeth as he dragged a protesting Victor to their shoes and out of the door.
“Yuuri! Yuuri, stop!” Victor laughed, flipping Yuuri’s hold on his wrist so that Victor was holding Yuuri’s hand instead. “Yuuri, don’t be embarrassed. You were adorable. I love that I played a part in your inspiration to skate.”
“It’s always been you.” The words were a whisper and Yuuri let himself be pulled around to face Victor. Before Victor could ask him to repeat himself, Yuuri took a deep breath and spoke again. “It’s always been you... you were always my inspiration.”
Saying it out loud made Yuuri’s cheeks burn, but the brightness of Victor’s smile made him forget how to breathe. “Even before I knew you, there was a part of you that was already... in my heart...”
A sharp yank brought Yuuri crashing into Victor’s chest as Victor’s arms crushed him into a hug. “My Yuuri, you can’t say such things. My heart can’t take it.”
Laughing against Victor’s shoulder, Yuuri wrapped his own arms around Victor’s back. “It’s true. You’ve always been the star I looked to.”
Soft flakes of snow began to fall, dusting over their shoulders and catching in their hair as they stood in an embrace that neither of them seemed bothered to break. “I’m just glad they only showed you skating videos.” Yuuri sighed, rubbing his hands up and down Victor’s back.
“Oh they didn’t,” Victor tilted his head back slightly with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “There was this one video of you... drunk...”
Squeaking, Yuuri jumped out of Victor’s arms and started to back away. “Victor, I... I can explain...” He unfortunately had no doubt about which video Victor had seen and there was no way he wanted to discuss any part of it.
“But Yuuri! I want to do all those things you promised to my poster!” Victor reached out to grab Yuuri’s hands but Yuuri was already running. “I’m faster than you!” Victor yelled, slipping on the falling snow as he took off running after Yuuri.
Their laughter and Makkachin’s happy barks carried them through the snow and all the way home.
