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somuchanemoia · 8 years ago

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Day 6: Ice Rink

“Where are we going? Viktor...?” Yuuri asked as his fiance had led him through a cluster of trees and a through the fallen snow. They had been hiking for a while now and Yuuri felt like his nose was about to fall off from the cold and his hands had definitely been warmer even with the protection of Viktor’s warm winter gloves.

“We’re almost there. I promise, my Yuurishka.” Viktor hummed as he peeked over his shoulder at his lover. Yuuri sighed softly but continued to trudge through the snow behind him. Viktor had finally decided that it was time for Yuuri to meet his family and decided that Christmas was a good time to do it. Yuri had seen through Viktor’s calm collected facade of happiness and could see the worry in his lover's eyes as soon as Viktor had mentioned it. He wasn’t very familiar with the whole situation at hand, but he knew that Viktor and his family were more estranged; the young silver-head clinging more to Yakov than to his home life. The estrangement had seemed to be mutual since Yuuri hadn’t heard hide or hair from Viktor’s family before they arrived on the doorstep the night before and even then they’d only met the family Butler, Sebastian, who seemed nice...well, for a butler, at least.

Yuuri was just about to ask if they could slow down when Viktor stopped himself as they came out of the trees into a beautiful sunlit clearing. Viktor hummed and turned to Yuuri, his cheeks pink with cold and excitement as he gazed down at him with soft sweet blue orbs.

“We’re here.” Yuuri looked out into the clearing and felt the air leave his lungs in a soft gasp. The sight was breathtaking; a scene that was just as beautiful as the man he had fallen in love with. What had been a medium sized pond sat in the clearing now frozen over into a thick sheet of ice. The sun shone down on it, glittering the smooth surface of a fresh ice that had not yet been touched by blades this season. The trees were greener in the sun, like breaths of spring popping out in the winter making the sight even more regal. A snow-covered bench sat next to the pond that looked big enough for the two of them to sit and change their shoes if they had brought their skates with them on the beautiful adventure.

“It’s beautiful...” Yuuri gasped as he continued to gaze across the clearing in surprise, “Where are we?”

Viktor hummed and pressed a spark of warmth from his lips to Yuuri’s cheek, “We called this Malen'kiy prud. It means, The Little Pond. This is where I spent most of my time while I was here in Vyatskoe. This is where I learned to swim and where I learned to skate.”

Yuuri turned to look at Viktor and smiled, “This is where it all began?”

“This is where it all began.” Viktor smiled back and pulled Yuuri over to the bench, pushing them both of them onto it as he dropped the backpack he’d been carrying at their feet and began to open it.

“Care to join me?” Viktor asked as he pulled out the familiar scuffed skates from his backpack.

Yuuri smiled and immediately took them from his fiance’s hand, “It’d be my pleasure.” They quickly pulled off snow boots and pulled on their skates next to each other before walking hand and hand onto the hardened pond water and skating slow circle around the clearing, hand in hand.

“It’s so beautiful,” Yuuri sighed for probably the hundredth time as Viktor skated to glide in front of him, “Breathtaking.”

“And so are you, dorogoy.” Viktor smiled at Yuuri with a gentle smile, “Yuuri?”

“Yes?”

“I know that we’ll get married when you win gold...”

“I know, Vitya, I’m planning on--”

“I know my love, I know.”

“Okay...”

“Yuuri,” Viktor pulled them to a stop and smiled down at Yuuri before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, “I want to do things right. I want you to have something as a promise that that will happen. I love you, Yuuri.”

“I love you too, Viktor, but what’re you--”

Yuuri felt his eyes water as Viktor pulled a small box from his pocket and held it out to Yuuri, “I know it's not an engagement ring, but its a promise. It’s a promise that I’ll be yours. Will you promise yourself to me, Yuuri?”

Viktor was looking at him with nervousness that Yuuri hadn’t seen in Viktor’s eyes before and he immediately pacified it by pulling Viktor into his arms and leaning up to kiss his lips, “I promise. I promise Viktor.”

Yuuri could feel the tension leave Viktor’s form as he eased into Yuuri's arms, “I promise too. You make me so happy and I want to make you happy too. This is just the beginning, my love.”

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somuchanemoia · 8 years ago

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Day 7: You Gained a Family Too

Written by: @porkcutletbowltrash

For: #yoiweddingweek Day 7 - Family

Summary: “Watashi o mama to yonde, hanī. Anata no kazoku.” Viktor’s eyes lit up softly as he looked at the small woman who sat across from him. He felt Yuuri squeeze his hand softly as he smiled at Viktor. “Mama arigatō,” Viktor smiled and leaned his head against Yuuri’s shoulder, “Subarashī kazoku no tame ni.”

If he hadn’t opened his big mouth, this wouldn’t have happened, Yuuri supposed as he watched Viktor’s solemn form in the seat next to him. Seeing his husband in anything less than a cheerful mood was unsettling to say the least. Smiling, it seemed, was one of the forces that supported Viktor’s life, since he had never seen Viktor without one in the years they had been together. Even during their occasional squabbles, Viktor’s lips had always been twitched up on the ends as he would glare at his husband with a grimace on his face.

But now, seeing Viktor looking so...hollow, it was starting to scare Yuuri. It had shaken Yuuri up enough to pull Viktor out of Russia for a while, bringing him back home to Hastesu, where hopefully a dip in the hot springs and some time away from the hustle and bussell of the Russian city would allow Viktor to come back to himself. He had already called home, asking his parents if they could come visit and his mother had welcomed them with open arms. “Of course, Yuuri. Come whenever you would like, sweetie.” His mother had said in fluid Japanese over the phone. “Thanks mom. Viktor seems,” he had remembered looking over his shoulder at his shell of a husband sitting on the couch and looking blankly at the TV, “stressed at the moment...” His mother had clucked at him over the phone with worry and promised that she would prepare Yuuri’s old bedroom for them and that she would start cooking right away. “Mom, we won’t be there for a few days.” He had murmured over the phone. “My boy needs food. It’ll make him feel better.” She had said with anxiety over the phone, “And you’ll be hungry too after your flight and then your commute on the train.” Yuuri had simply sighed and rolled his eyes at the time, but now looking at Viktor’s weary eyes and limp hands that were folded in his lap as he stared out the window, he was starting to think that maybe some emotional eating would, for once, do Viktor some good.

He reached over and grabbed one of Viktor’s hands in his own and brought it over to sit in his lap, tracing soft shapes on the familiar warm skin. He wasn’t sure if it was an action to offer some comfort Viktor or to himself, but Yuuri knew that at least one of them needed that simple physical contact as they sat in tense silence next to each other on the train.

Yuuri felt the familiar guilt crawling up his throat that he had felt for the past two weeks on and off. If he hadn’t said anything, then they wouldn’t have traveled to a small town in the Russian country side. This mess had all started from those six simple words that he had uttered one night as they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, “I want to meet your family.” Viktor had been surprised and more than a little hesitant about the idea, but after quite a bit of convincing on Yuuri’s part and a small squabble, Viktor had made arrangements for them to visit Yuuri’s new in-laws.

Vyatskoe, had been an amazing experience in the beginning with its rolling hills and surplus of trees, but then Viktor had pulled up in front of the regal manor with its soft twinkle lights and the large oak door that had been fitted with an almost scary looking door knocker.

That’s the moment that it had all started going downhill. That’s the moment Yuuri had realized he had really fucked up.

He gave a gentle squeeze to Viktor’s hand as the train started coming to a stop at the Hatsetsu station, a little relieved when he felt the slightest of twitches from Viktor’s hand in response.

Yuuri couldn’t stop apologizing for the hell that had ensued those few days while staying with Viktor’s Aunt & Uncle and his two step-siblings. He knew Viktor hadn’t been upset with him. Viktor had kept murmuring that to him as they had climbed into the car and Viktor had pulled away from the large manor that was nothing like the small little huts and homes that adorned the rest of the countryside. That had been before Viktor had become distant and lethargically present. “Come on, Vitya. We’re here.” He squeezed Viktor’s hand in his own once more and pulled Viktor from his seat as he pulled his backpack onto his shoulder. Yuuri hadn’t bothered packing extensively, he knew they both had things at his parent’s hot spring and he was more worried about getting them out of the city than packing more than what was needed. “Hatsetsu?” Viktor mumbled softly as he was dragged along beside Yuuri. Yuuri hummed and nodded, “Hatsetsu. Dad is gonna be picking us up.” Viktor just gave a soft nod and went back to staring off into space.

The car ride out to his childhood home had been filled with tense and worried silence. Yuuri had taken to the back seat to sit with his husband, while Yuuri’s father sat behind the wheel, glancing nervously in the review mirror at them every few minutes. Yuuri tried to send him a soft smile to let him know that everything was going to be alright, but his smile faltered as his eyes met the reflection of his father’s. “Vu~ikutoru, daijōbudesuka?” Yuuri was watching Viktor’s reaction as his father tried talking to Viktor. “Hai.” Viktor murmured softly, his face still utterly blank.

Normally, as soon as Viktor saw either Hiroko or Toshiya Katsuki, he wouldn’t stop talking, even though they didn’t speak much English and he only spoke some Japanese. They were content listening to each other speak like they bonded over the sounds they all made. And now that Viktor had gone quiet, it had made Yuuri miss Viktor even more.

Things weren’t much better once they got to the house. The rest of the car ride home, Toshiya had tried to make conversation with Viktor, but he mostly gave short responses in Japanese. By the time they had pulled up, the only thing that had changed was that Viktor and Yuuri had a clingy mother hen now attached to them. As promised, his mother had a large spread of food already on the table and was pushing Viktor down to sit at the chabudai. “Thank you for this meal.” Yuuri had said quietly as he sat next to his husband and started scooping food onto his plate, “Look, Vitya. She made pork cutlet bowls.” Viktor looked down at the food and nodded softly before picking up the chop stick and slowly eating.

Yuuri made contact with his parent’s eyes and they all shared a worried look. This wasn’t typical Viktor Nikiforov behavior. “Vitya, how about we go for a bath in the hot spring after dinner?” Yuuri suggested lightly. “Okay.” Viktor still didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

Yuuri wished he could’ve said that things had improved over the next few days at his parents’ home, but they didn’t. Viktor was still incredibly out of it; waking early in the morning and quietly wandering around the house. He would go for a dip in the hot spring with Yuuri at night before bed, sitting in tense silence as Yuuri leaned against him, trying to comfort his emotionally distressed lover. By the time bedtime came around, Viktor was curl up in a ball on his side of the bed and let Yuuri be the big spoon as they cuddled.

It wasn’t until Yuuri left to run to the store for some groceries for dinner with Toshiya and Viktor was left alone with Hiroki and, Yuuri’s older sister, Mari. It was a slow day for the hot spring and it gave them all time to sit around and watch the Junior preliminary free program on TV. “I haven’t accomplished anything.” Viktor’s voice was soft, but it was the first time in weeks that he had said anything more than short responses. Hiroki and Mari turned to look at him. They didn’t speak much English, Mari speaking more than Hiroki, but they both caught the main sentiment of what Viktor was saying. Mari put an arm around Viktor’s sagging shoulders, “Vu~ikutoru, Nani ga fakku? What you saying?” Viktor looked down at his hands. “Watashinokazoku. They aren’t very proud of me.” Viktor said as tears came to his eyes. Those words had haunted him for weeks and the glances he caught from Yuuri out of the corner of his eye didn’t help matters. Maybe following his dream of skating professionally had been a mistake like his Aunt Esenia and Uncle Dmitri had told him. What if he was letting not only himself and his country down, but what if he was letting Yuuri down and was hindering Yuuri’s beauty on the ice by coaching him. If he hadn’t gone off to Saint Petersburg, he could’ve gone to a university. He could’ve gotten his degree and became a worthy piece of the Nikiforov legacy as a doctor or a lawyer or a politician.

He could’ve achieved greatness, like Flora and Iosif.

At the age of 20, Flora was already one of the best stock brokers and financial advisors in Moscow, not to mention that she was had regal beauty. Iosif was 23 and already had a government job as the head advisor under the President of Education Services. They were perfect students and the most elegant aristocratic members of society.

Viktor had fallen short. He was just some stupid athlete in a “feminine field”.

Maybe if he hadn’t been a skater, he could’ve won Yuuri’s heart and been able to give him everything his heart had ever desired in privacy. They wouldn’t be “THE” couple of the figure skating world. They could have married and had children without the imposing media or extensive traveling playing apart in what they could and couldn’t do.

Viktor was broken out of his thoughts as a pair of two warm arms pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Hiroki Katsuki had him tight against her as she cupped his head softly to her shoulder. Viktor stilled softly, not use to these types of hugs. Yuuri’s hugs were gentle and sweet, letting you know he was there if you needed him. Yakov’s were rough and tight as he would slap Viktor on the back after a particularly good performance. Before his mother had passed away, her hugs had mostly been quick and barely there. His father had never hugged him. “We very proud.” Hiroki’s English was broken and hard to understand with her thick Japanese accent, but the Viktor had felt his stomach clench with the words. “But—“, He began. “Damare.” Mari put a hand on Viktor’s head softly in reassurance, “You family, Vu~ikutoru. We very proud.” “Dōshite?” He asked softly as he tried to fight the burning behind his eyes. “Watashitachi, wa anata o aishiteirukara.” Hiroki carded a hand through the thin silver locks, “You like son.”

“Dad, I dunno what to do at this point,” Yuuri said as he placed some leaks into the shopping basket. “Why’s he so upset, Yuuri?” His father looked at him softly as he placed a hand on his shoulder, “It must’ve been something really upsetting. This isn’t like him at all. I’m worried for him, my son.” Yuuri hummed in agreement as he bowed his head, “It’s my fault.” “Huh?” “We went to visit Viktor’s family at their Winter home in Vyastkoye, a couple of weeks ago. They weren’t very...” Yuuri struggled to find the right word, “Supportive.” “I see.” Toshiya mumbled as he picked up a pack of rice noodles, “How is that your fault though, Yuuri?” Yuuri chewed on his lip, “I asked him to go. I wanted to meet his family since now we’re related and they didn’t come to the wedding. I pushed Viktor into it, even though he didn’t want to go.” Yuuri hugged himself around the waist. He had really messed Viktor up and now he couldn’t fix it. Toshiya put a hand on Yuuri’s head, “He’s not upset with you, my son.” “He won’t speak to me, very much,” Yuuri said as his eyes drifted to the floor. “He’s not angry, Yuuri. I promise. He’s worried.” “How can you tell? Viktor hardly ever worries and when he does, he’s never like this. I’ve broken him.” Guilt was flowing through Yuuri like blood. Two calloused fingers lifted Yuuri’s chin up to meet his father’s dark chocolate eyes, “It’s in his eyes. It’s the same way your mother looks at you when you perform on the ice or when you go back to Russia.” Yuuri felt a surge of something in him, “She worries about me during those times? I’ve performed in the GP plenty of times and Viktor is always with me in Russia.” Toshiya smiled softly, “That’s the thing about loving someone, my son. You never stop worrying about them.”

When Yuuri and his father came home from the market, Yuuri was expecting to find Viktor in his usual place on the floor at the chabudai, staring blankly into the distance. The sight that met him was almost shocking with how use to Yuuri had become to the distant Viktor in the past weeks. As they walked in the door, they were met with the sight of Hiroki holding the sobbing mess that Viktor had turned into, while Mari stood over them, watching them, ready to grab anything that their mother needed. “Sore wa daijōbu watashi no musukodesu.” His mother was murmuring over and over again to Viktor who was vibrating with distressed energy, “Yūri wa sugu ni kitaku shimasu. Kare wa anata ni okotte imasen.” “I’m here, Vitya. He said as he dropped the bags of groceries on a nearby table and came to stoop next to Viktor. Viktor’s red rimmed eyes turned to look at Yuuri and it was one of the saddest things Yuuri had ever seen. His beautiful Viktor was distraught beyond consoling, with his eyes rimmed red and a snotty nose. He had never seen Viktor cry like this before and he hoped that he wouldn’t ever see his Vitya brought to this level again.

Viktor sniffed heavily and lunged from Hiroki’s arms and clung to his husband, who had sat still in his arms with shock. “Yura. Yuuri, I am so sorry.” Viktor had cried as he hugged the boy to his chest with a ferocity Yuuri hadn’t seen before – it was like Viktor was trying to push Yuuri’s body into his so they could be one. Yuuri hugged back equally as tight as he closed his eyes, “Why’re you so upset, Vitya? Are you okay?” Viktor placed a trail of kisses along Yuuri’s forehead, something he had realized he hadn’t done in a very long time, “I’m sorry.” “It’s alright, Vitya.” Yuuri cooed as he held him close. He watched as his father pulled his mother away softly, wanting to give the couple some privacy. Mari had drifted off somewhere already. Viktor hiccupped, “I’ve been such a bad husband.” Yuuri pulled his lover away and leaned his forehead against Viktor’s, “Don’t you say that, Viktor Nikiforov.” Yuuri watched as Viktor took in a raspy breath as tears continued to pour down his face, “Where’d this all come from anyway?” “I’ve been such a Mudak. Ty zasluzhivayesh' luchshego.” Yuuri couldn’t understand much of what Viktor said, but cupped his cheek anyways, “If anyone hasn’t been a good spouse, it’s me.”

Viktor hiccupped and met Yuuri’s eyes in shock. Yuuri, beautiful, perfect Yuuri a bad husband? There wasn’t such a thing. Yuuri had put up with his moody behavior for the past two weeks without complaint. He had even brought him to Hatsetsu in an attempt to get him to cheer up. “What?” He mumbled softly. “I forced you to go. I forced you to take me. I had no idea that they were...” Yuuri trailed off as he wiped a stream of tears off of Viktor’s cheek. Viktor took in a breath and Yuuri could tell he was starting to calm down. He hugged his husband close as they sat on the floor together. “It’s not your fault, my Yura.” Viktor leaned his head against Yuuri’s softly, “You didn’t know. They were right though, I should’ve done something with my life to make you proud.” Yuuri sighed, “So that’s what this is about.” Yuuri combed a hand through the soft silvery hair on his lover’s head, “You have made me so proud though, Viktor.” “How?” Yuuri smiled, “By being yourself. You followed your dreams and you work hard to reach your new dreams. You have grown into an amazing man, Vitya. You love me even when I’m not the most loveable. What isn’t there to be proud of?” Viktor sniffled, “I can’t give you everything you deserve though, Yura.” “I already have everything I could ever want, Viktor. I have you.”

After getting Viktor calmed down and letting him relax in a hot bath in the hot spring, everything was feeling a lot calmer. Viktor was in a way better mood and was a lot more talkative than he had been in the past few weeks. He still wasn’t up to his usual bubbly Viktor-like self, but it was an improvement and Yuuri’s worry was slowly ebbing away.

He was getting his Viktor back and everything was going to be okay.

They ate together as a family for dinner that night, Viktor making easy conversation with everyone around the table, while they feasted on seared mackerel and rice noodles. “This is very good Hiroki.” He said softly in his best Japanese as he bowed softly to her. “Watashi o mama to yonde, hanī. Anata no kazoku.” Viktor’s eyes lit up softly as he looked at the small woman who sat across from him. He felt Yuuri squeeze his hand softly as he smiled at Viktor. “Mama arigatō,” Viktor smiled and leaned his head against Yuuri’s shoulder, “Subarashī kazoku no tame ni.”

I gave you all fluff the entire week and now I hit you with angst.

Your welcome.

So sad that #yoiweddingweek has come to an end, but this has been such a fun week. I hope you all liked the story. I’m proud of it.

Check out the rest of the story: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, & Day 6

#yoiweddingweek #day 7 #viktuuri wedding #viktuuri fanfic #viktuuri #viktor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #hiroki katsuki #porkcutletbowltrash fanfics

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