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fluffnstuff2017-02-01 07:57 am
hufflefluffhouse) wrote in fluffnstuff2017-02-01 07:57 am
If it fits, it ships.
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.
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[ Eventually Viktor limps a retreat to the back half of the onsen, bottle in tow, and toasts his misfortune to a rain-soaked audience of none.
The engawa is terrifically drafty but he finds it suits him to brace against it, let his feet dangle and fail to get any more footing than he's managed for himself metaphysically speaking. He knows getting hammered isn't the solution, and in fact works badly when mixed with painkillers, but reason is coming in short supply after the two flaming vodka shots of earlier.
Viktor just. Didn't think he'd get set back so soon. Didn't think he'd be set back at all, really; with his talent Viktor Nikiforov has only ever been minorly inconvenienced even as age became a bigger factor. Major injuries were something that happened to other skaters, mortal skaters. He was never meant to buy into his own myth.
(He'd heard of on-ice lacerations before of course; it's the stuff of figure skating nightmares. Before he saw it in person, spilling startlingly slow from his own body, he didn't think it could look so red.)
It'll be weeks before the next competition, but Viktor feels every second, crushed under the wheel tick after tick. His time is running out. When every day of practice counts and counts double for himself and for Yuuri, how could Viktor keep up with an injury? A sprain, he could work with. A bit. A cut screams when you land a jump on the limb in question, the strong fabric of muscle fibers suddenly using that strength to tear itself apart.
So Viktor leans his head into a nearby wood beam, hiding from Yuuri's disapproval and pleasantly between sobriety and true drunkenness, listening to the rain. ]
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[ It takes Yuuri a while to find Viktor, burdened with mundane tasks around the inn as soon as his workout is over. Neither his father or mother know where he's gone off to, and even Makkachin seems to be moping around the banquet rooms, unable to sniff out his master.
He feels like he's searched through every available room before spotting the tell-tale silver hair through a partly open shouji door. Yuuri quietly slides it the rest of the way open, padding out barefoot, the chill of the rain sending shivers throughout.
He frowns at the dejected state of Viktor, slumped up against against the wood, but he can hardly blame him. He remembers almost working himself into a panic attack at the splash of red against the ice that day. The shock on Viktor's face hit him like a bucket of cold water and Yuuri knew, at that moment, that he has to be strong for them both— that he has no time to give in to his weaknesses.
Yuuri slinks closer and kneels behind the older man, a careful hand pressed up against the small of his back and the other ghosting along his arm to the bottle. He calls out softly: ]
Viktor. You're going to catch a cold out here.
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[ In Viktor's torpor he really doesn't give Yuuri the kind of greeting he ought to have given. Which is to say that Viktor grumbles and curls his fingers tighter around the bottle not unlike an octopus that doesn't want to let go of an object. ]
I really don't think that would be the limiting health factor in the near future should it come to pass, my dear.
[ Viktor is almost certainly being dramatic in excess but he's let caring slip off, oh. Three or four mouthfuls of drink ago? He's mourning. Sulking. Yuuri isn't the boss of him. He's his fiancé but he's not his boss.
The good news is as he's arranged and through his physical state he can't actually feel any pain unless he shifts his thigh too far as his legs are allowed to swing, barefoot, humidity clinging to his skin. Still, he leans a bit into Yuuri's touch, a small concession as he tips his head back, face pressed to the side of Yuuri's neck. ]
Mmmwarm. [ Then, soft with something resembling apology: ] I didn't hide too well, I hope.
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Makkachin might think so. They seemed awfully glum.
[ The sharp contrast in their body temperatures sends a new shudder throughout Yuuri as he settles into seiza next to him on the engawa, pressed up thigh to thigh. He leans in closer, leaving a small kiss against Viktor's hair as he wraps his fingers along the bottom of the bottle, trying to ease it out of his hold. ]
I found you in the end.
[ And he doesn't need to be the boss of Viktor- would never want something like that- but it would be awfully nice if Viktor gives up the rest of his drink. ]
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Poor baby. There will be extra cuddles for doggy tonight, I think. Followed by extra cuddles for me?
[ He knows he should let go, but for a few more seconds it's like his fingers are taking orders from a different boss that's mostly interested in clinging to his misery, being indulgent in the novelty. But eventually Viktor's adult side wins out and he relinquishes the bottle, trading it for a grip on Yuuri's sleeve, then closer to home at his middle.
Viktor's closer to tipping over than not this way but another kind of clinginess is taking over, one Yuuri will be familiar with as Viktor does his best to wrap around him and not disturb his injured leg at the same time, grumbling unhappily until he's a somewhat comfortable ice cube against his warm fiancé.
(Not the boss, he's just everything else in the world to Viktor.) ]
Will you still love me if I can't skate anymore?
[ Aaand there's the maudlin drunken pouting part of the evening started. ]
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[ He's always been really bad at not indulging this man, letting Viktor pull him closer, but Yuuri angles their body weight back, hopefully guiding him back to safety and not tipping them both over into the muddy ground.Yuuri downs the rest of the drink and sets it down on the wood next to them as Viktor's chilly limbs slowly leeches the heat out of his body and the alcohol sends a strange mix of burning coolness down his throat, spreading throughout, loosening him up, just a bit. ]
I will never stop loving you, no matter what happens.
[ Not for the man who defines so much of his life, then and now— who builds him back up from nothing and cherishes him in all the ways Yuuri can't alone— who chases away the dark clouds in his heart when he gets nervous. Saying it out loud so directly and firmly makes his heart feel full, the alcohol washing away his normal hesitance, unlocking so much more of the words he tucks away deep into his mind. ]
You know... I asked myself the same question back in Barcelona.
[ Yuuri huffs out a soft laugh, more at himself than anything else. He remembers how certain he was about that decision, how he knew he couldn't let himself be so greedy, couldn't possibly be good enough for Viktor, couldn't sustain his interest for much longer. Couldn't, couldn't, couldn't.
But here they are. ]
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[ This news. while not unexpected, at least cheers Viktor into a slight but happy wiggle at Yuuri's side, a kiss dragged more than pressed to his shoulder. It's an unspoken rule that Viktor doesn't get insecure - except when he does and for all intents his professional future is uncertain because of a freak accident. Now that he's found Yuuri and didn't get a chance to catch his breath before Yuuri stole it, the thing he's had the hardest time doing is figuring out where worth lies, how much he might keep in his stock as a competitor or start placing some in his coaching or simply as Yuuri's partner.
The question of what he does after skating is done with him has bothered him for as long as he's known it. This has just brought it to the forefront before he was done ignoring it. And yeah, Viktor could be more mature about it, but then he wouldn't have Yuuri caring for him as overtly, getting serious answers to silly questions. ]
You did? Ah, of course. [ Viktor sighs a little and looks indistinctly at the green scenery under the deluge, more in his head - that horrid evening in the hotel room in Barcelona. ] I thought that might be the case, but I didn't want to upset you further. I was upset. At the time it didn't seem like a good idea to call you out, not with the Free Skate the next day.
[ But it's different, isn't it? He loved Yuuri before he ever saw him skate, out of his own ignorance, but Yuuri's only ever known him as a skater, Five Time World Champion Viktor Nikiforov. What is he without skating?
He gets to keep Yuuri, for one thing.
It feels so much nicer like this, hazy with inebriation and love, curled a bit awkwardly into Yuuri's embrace. Viktor's starting to think it won't be so bad. ]
I guess this does give me more time to start planning the wedding.
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Well, now, his heart beats for one other. ]
Sorry. I had been thinking about it a long time by then- it was complicated. I hadn't meant to— [ He's babbling now, so he presses his lips shut with a small grimace, turning his face away from Viktor, red rising high in his cheeks. ] It- it didn't feel like I deserved to keep your attention for- so long.
[ But after all that time together and seeing the human sides of Viktor shine through the idol veneer... Yuuri couldn't help but fall harder and harder, far past the level of mere admiration. He still wonders what exactly it is that Viktor sees in him of all people; it seems uneven with someone larger than life loving someone as weak-willed and a mess like him. It's a difficult concept to reconcile, but... he has to chase away those negative thoughts and trust in their bond and the love he feels.
He trusts Viktor.
Yuuri lets out an undignified squawk at that last comment, flushing all the way up to his ears. Wedding. ]
I still can't believe you even want to— d-don't make it anything big!
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(It will have been worth it regardless. It is already worth it. Viktor has found the love of his life and while he's glad he didn't have to have done it, he would have burned his career down to cinders to keep Yuuri. ]
What a silly notion. [ The flames of Viktor's anger have long since died out but any reason to remember that awful hotel room is one too many, an ember flaring in his voice before he smothers it. The hum that follows is happier, drawing a nail lightly along the skin of Yuuri's wrist bone. ] You're stuck with me now, so I do hope you've prepared yourself ♥
[ Something sly enters his voice then; Yuuri is low-key for the most part (never mind the part where he bought rings and took him to a Spanish cathedral to essentially propose to him, naturally) but Viktor can't resist teasing him. ]
You know how you can make sure that I'm not going full bridezilla on your poor local florists and live entertainment booking, yes? Yuuuriiii, I want you to be a part of the planning too.
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But they're competing side by side this time around and he knows it won't last, but he'll cherish what time they have together in this bubble of time of being a team and rivals. All Yuuri ever wanted was to feel like he deserved to be on the same ice as Viktor and he's not about to let this chance slip through his fingers. ]
I don't think anyone can be prepared for someone like you.
[ He mumbles, remembering the man's penchant for surprises.
(Yuuri will defend the idea that the church was one of their sightseeing spots for the rest of his life. It was on the way back, really!)
A groan almost escapes him at the shift in that voice, knows what it means for him and he looks back with distraught on his face. ]
But- it's not like I have any requests or anything— I've never even thought about things like this.
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Yes, he misses the ice. That's why he's coming back to it with fresh eyes that he only could have gotten because of Yuuri. Getting to finally compete on the same level with one another will be his greatest pleasure. He doesn't regret a single thing that got them to where they are now.
(Except making Yuuri cry. Viktor would like to have done that over.) ]
Oh, Yuuri~
[ Well if that comment isn't scientifically engineered to appeal to Viktor's joy centers he doesn't know what is!
...Whether it was meant to be a compliment or lamentation. Viktor holds surprise up as more than a professional motto~. Ah, if only they were inside, it wouldn't be so much of a pain to throw himself at Yuuri and have a good snuggle in thanks. ]
Never? I'd thought at least once or twice about what kind of wedding I would have!
[ All of which was as big and ostentatious as would suit Viktor's exit from the bachelor's market in theory, but in reality lie somewhere between that and Yuuri's (likely) preferred trip to the courthouse.
Viktor probably intends it to be sexy, brushing his fingers at the inside of Yuuri's knee but he's really been out in the cold too long. All Yuuri will feel are two long, thin ice cubes burning through his pants. ]
I'll help you~. There aren't any flowers you prefer? Decorations, location? Would you like a suit or a dress - oh! would you like me in a dress? That would be an unexpected development!
[ Then, Viktor's eyes flash, smile conspiratorial. ]
Any food you'd like to have on the menu?
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Ever marry, is how Yuuri would like to finish replying, before he yelps at the freezing touch of Viktor's fingers, tumbling back a few inches from shock. The next words out of Viktor's mouth also sends him into a tizzy. ]
No dresses!
[ And Yuuri completely misses any flirting he's going for, too busy wrapping an arm around him in worry. ]
Guh, you're really cold, you know? Maybe we should head back in before you get sidetracked with this train of thought.
[ He's sure Viktor can go on and on with all the ideas he has in mind. Yuuri can barely wrap his mind the general idea of marriage, much less the fact that his childhood idol wanted it with him. Who cares about what flowers are being used when he's perfectly content having taken the world's most eligible bachelor off the map? ]