Can you do like idk a drabble or something of reader taking care of Viktor after he’s been working himself too hard and they just shower him in love n just pamper him?? Also like just this: reader kissing victor’s beauty marks/moles that are all over his body..? Pretty please 🥺
(thank you kindly for the ask, anon! i'll keep these drabbles short! Hope you enjoy~)
At around 2AM, you finally stomped down to the lab in search for your boyfriend, Viktor, who was notorious for spending most of his nights at work. He wasn't usually gone this late, though, which had you concerned, and a bit annoyed with him.
When you opened the door to his lab, you immediately spotted him sitting at his bench, holding some kind of metal contraption in his hands. He was so deep in thought, he hadn't even heard you enter.
"Viktor?" You called out to him as gently as possible, and he immediately turned around, pulling his goggles off his head.
"Ah! I didn't hear you come in, dear." He smiled and stood up quickly from his seat, although the darkness under his eyes and the slight wobble as he stood gave away his tiredness. You walked further into the lab as he spoke again. "Is something the matter? I thought you'd be asleep by now."
You folded your arms over your chest, watching him intensely. "I couldn't fall asleep knowing you'd still be down here."
He sighed, and his mouth opened like he was about to speak, but no words came out. He turned back to the contraption that now sat on the bench. "I'm... So close to figuring this out, my love..."
You stood just behind him now, noticing how his shoulders fell forward, as if he was barely keeping himself upright. The scene broke your heart. You admired him greatly for his ambition, but it wasn't easy watching him do this to himself.
You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head on his shoulder. "I know you are. But you can take a break, now and then. Or at least come home on time?"
He sighed again, "I know... I'm sorry. But, I..."
You suddenly kissed his cheek, aiming for the mole that sat just under his eye. He had stopped what he was about to say, and after a moment of silence, had started to stammer something else out, when you kissed the mark on his neck, leaving your lips there for a moment more.
"Darling..." He started, tilting his head to look over to you. "I won't be able to concentrate, now."
You kissed the small mark on his chin, and smiled. "That's a shame."
He tried to hold back a smile, but he let out a small laugh, amusement in his eyes now. You leaned forward to kiss the mark right next to his mouth, and his body went rigid in your arms.
"Let's go home?" You suggested innocently, and he nodded a bit too enthusiastically in agreement.
Author’s Notes: Long ago wandering around Tumblr I found the Soulmate AU that if you write in your body will also be written on the body of your soul mate.
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None. Soulmate AU. Pre-Cannon, Viktor is 16 years old and Yuuri is 12 years old.
Summary: Everyone is born with someone waiting for them in this world.
Link to A03: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9615062/chapters/21844478
Edited: January/05/2018
Nobody is born alone in this world, from an early age the first thing that children understand are the Soulmates.
When Viktor first heard about the history of the Soulmates, he was 4-years-old thanks to his parents and the story of how they met. The Soulmates shared a type of message that manifested in their skins. Whatever you write, draw, or if it was even a wound, it would appear on your Soulmate’s skin. In general, his mother liked to write encouraging phrases to her husband and, as payment, he drew butterflies all over his arm.
Viktor tried to write something on his arm, a small and simple message, “Hello.” The phrase was absorbed by his skin and the child waited a few seconds for his Soulmate to respond, unfortunately there was no response, but that didn’t stop Viktor from trying and, therefore, he remained unanswered. The Russian boy thought that perhaps his Soulmate hadn’t been born yet, so he abandoned the idea for a few years while concentrating on his new dream, being a professional skater.
Every night, Viktor looked at his arms for some sign that his Soulmate was interested in knowing him.
He tried some years after the first attempt, but received no response. Viktor tried it the following year when he was eight years old, and he sent the message again, “Hello.” Believing that maybe his Soulmate wouldn’t respond him, Viktor almost fell off the living room couch when vertical and horizontal lines appeared on his arm.
The Russian boy didn’t understand anything about that strange writing, so he ran to his father’s studio to show him that his Soulmate had finally responded and asked him what this calligraphy meant. His father congratulated him and explained that his Soulmate was someone from Japan, so it would be difficult to communicate with them at this time.
That didn’t discourage Viktor from giving in to wanting to talk to his Soulmate, so he went with his mother to help him communicate with his Soulmate. She helped him draw a boy like him in his hand, therefore, although they didn’t even understand their respective languages, the drawings would make them much easier to communicate.
Viktor saw the ink disappear from his skin and then another image of a chubby boy smaller than him appeared, maybe he was four years old. Viktor then drew or tried to draw the map of Russia, his Soulmate responded by drawing the map of Japan and with what appeared to be a large house, almost seemed to be one of those imperial castles that his father used to photograph, Viktor drew his white apartment.
Thanks to the drawings, Viktor and his Soulmate got to know each other, though the young Russian was upset because he couldn’t communicate with him until they both could learn their respective languages. However, after Viktor began to learn English, he began to write his name next to a drawing of his image. Minutes later, Katsuki Yuuri’s name appeared on his skin.
Viktor learned that Yuuri’s family had a kind of hotel with hot springs, Viktor hoped to one day go there, also he have an older sister and a best friend with whom he skated.
Ice skating was a topic they had too much in common, as well as their love for dogs or animals in general. Viktor talked about the possibility that someday he would have a poodle as a pet someday for his birthday that was December 25th.
A few months later, when Viktor had started skating, he felt something move on his stomach, a picture of a poodle and him wearing a Christmas hat; Viktor drew Yuuri with a poodle sitting under a Sakura tree.
“So tomorrow will be your great debut?” The phrase in his arm appeared. “Are you nervous?”
Viktor smiled at the tender concern, “Not a bit. I’ve been waiting for this for years and finally I’ve the opportunity to compete. I hope you can see me.”
“It’ll be a few hours apart, but I know that Yuuko will be able to record it. I’m excited to see you skate.”
“It could leave you breathless.” Viktor joked.
“It’s time to sleep.” Yuuri drew a clock and a bed.
“I have no dream.”
“You should rest if you’re going to compete tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fine tomorrow. Wish me good luck, Yuuri.”
Viktor didn’t receive a message and the phrase dissolved in his skin. Covering himself with the sheets, Viktor went to sleep.
The moment Viktor was taking a shower, he spotted something on his stomach, taking off the soap, the Russian teenager had the biggest smile when he saw the drawing that Yuuri had done on most of his stomach.
There was a black-haired boy with two poodles next to him and in large letters and with different colors there was a message, “Do your best, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
