Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice Major Tags: none Other Tags: fluff, mentions of past sadness, but mostly fluff Word Count: 1700 Remix Permission: blanket permission!
when i listened to better place for the first time, i cried ;-; it's such a beautiful song and i think it fits victor and yuuri so well! honestly, i want to write a multichap fic about these two with that song as the main theme. bless you for prompting this <3 i hope my fill does the wonderful song justice!
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The apartment was quiet… maybe a little bit too quiet.
Sitting on the couch in the living room, Victor couldn’t help but to remember a time when this place was always quiet aside from Makka’s occasional barking, or the noise of the TV.
Every inch of the apartment was totally different now, even in the silence.
Every place within it that was once grey and lacking personality was now filled with color and light.
The walls in the living room had been painted a light blue and were covered in photos from different parts of his and Yuuri’s lives. To name a few, they had two on either side of the door so they could look at them before they left the apartment. The two closest to the doorframe were from after their first Grand Prix Final together and from a vacation they took about a year ago in Paris. Next to the vacation photo was a smaller photo containing a young, happy Victor hugging his new poodle. While next to the other was a very young Yuuri hugging Vicchan.
There was also a coat rack on the left side of the door next to the two pictures, filled with coats for all different occasions of all different colors. And on the right side, underneath the pictures was a table with a bowl where they both put their all their keys when they entered the apartment. Right next to the bowl was a picture frame with an image of himself, Yuuri, and Yurio in Victor’s pink convertible from two summers ago.
Further into the apartment, Victor had bought a case for the two of them to display any awards they had ever won, each labeled with a date, the competition, and what place they earned. The case was always lit up, spotlights shining upon every medal within it. But the most important thing in that case wasn’t any of the gold, silver, or bronze medals they got from competitions over the years, but rather the picture frame right in the center of the case on the top shelf that contained an image of the two of them on their wedding day, showing off their gold rings.
Before Yuuri came along, Victor had a place to display his medals, but after the second year of winning gold nonstop, he gave up displaying them and just started putting them wherever he could find a spot. Some were thrown in the closet, some on the coffee table, some on the bookshelf, and everywhere in between. After another year, the medals devolved from being meaningless to being a cruel reminder of how truly alone he was. Every single gold reminded him of what he gave up life and love for.
By the time Yuuri moved in, he had taken every medal on display and every medal tossed about the apartment and shoved them in a drawer so he never had to look at them. The only reason he took them out again was because Yuuri insisted they be displayed alongside his own. It was only fair considering Victor was the one encouraging Yuuri to display all his medals. So he removed them from the drawer in which they were cast away, and displayed them proudly next to everything his husband had ever won. Now they were less of a reminder of his loneliness, and more a reminder of all the hard work he did to gain someone like Yuuri as his fan.
Plus, Victor found it absolutely adorable when he would sometimes catch Yuuri standing in front of the case and staring at the medals in awe. His #1 fan could name every single competition he had ever participated in, plus what medal he got for each, and it made Victor swoon every time.
Victor got up from his spot on the couch after he finished staring at their wedding photo in the case and headed into the kitchen. Even this room was filled with new light since Yuuri came to live with him. They had aprons with corny sayings hung from hooks on the wall, colorful placemats on the table, candles on the counter, dirty dishes in the sink, and even one of those wooden pictures with the saying: A pinch of patience, A dash of kindness, A spoonful of laughter, and a heap of Love, hung right above their table for all to see when they walked in.
The kitchen actually got used like it was meant to now, plus in some ways it was probably not meant to. It had become much more than just a room since Yuuri moved in, and was one of Victor’s favorite places to spend time with his husband.
Because yes, they were the type of sickeningly in love couple who danced in the kitchen, and had flour fights, and splashed water at one another while they did the dishes. They even had romantic candle-lit dinners, and cooked for each other as a surprise, and made-out on the granite counter. The two of them filled the room with laughter and love and music almost every single day of their lives. Yurio would probably call all of that disgusting, but Victor just called it happiness.
After making himself a cup of coffee (in a mug that had World’s Best Husband written in gold script on it), Victor made his way to their bedroom so he could fold some clothes that were sitting in a basket on the bed.
The boring grey sheets that once covered the memory foam mattress were now replaced with dark purple ones because the two of them couldn’t decide whether to get blue or pink and had to compromise. On top of the sheets laid a bunch of pillows, some that matched the sheets in color, and others that were thrown to them by fans after performances. Yuuri’s personal favorite was the stuffed onigiri he got during his first Grand Prix series with Victor as his coach, while Victor’s was a crochet version of Makkachin.
Above their bed was two large canvas paintings, one which read Life and the other which read Love. They were painted different hues of blue and pink and purple, bringing a splash of color to the light grey walls. On each of their nightstands they had different wedding pictures, one of their first kiss as husbands, and another of them laughing with their foreheads pressed together. Victor no longer despised sleeping in this room because now there was always someone there to fall asleep with and wake up to. They were both big cuddlers, so they almost always woke up in one another’s arms, making Victor’s heart burst each and every time.
When Victor was finally able to tear his gaze away from the wedding photos, he began folding the clothing on the bed. While he worked, he decided to put on some music so the time would pass a bit faster. Swaying his hips, and singing, he organized piles of clothing and put each of them away where they belonged.
Just as he was finishing up, he heard the lock click on the door and immediately dropped what he was doing to go greet his husband.
“Vitya, I’m home!” Yuuri called as he swung open the door and dropped his keys in the bowl. He turned his head to the left to see that his husband was already walking towards him with a big smile on his face.
“Welcome home, zolotse,” Victor said while stopping a few feet in front of him, “How was your run?”
Yuuri bent down to unclip Makka’s leash from her collar while Victor spoke. “Fun, but tiring! Makka hasn’t gotten any slower over the years.” He gave Makka a pat on the head before the panting dog took off towards her water bowl to get a drink.
“She sure does love to run,” Victor commented, glancing over at their dog, then back at Yuuri.
Nodding, Yuuri hung Makka’s leash up on a hook near their coats and turned to face Victor so he could say something. But much to his surprise, when he turned around, Victor was right in front of him, arms open so he could pull Yuuri into a tight hug. He couldn’t help but to laugh a little, wriggling in Victor’s grasp. “Vitya, I’m so sweaty, you probably don’t want to hug me.”
Victor just hugged him tighter, pulling him as close as he possibly could and nuzzling his nose into the crook of Yuuri’s neck. “I always want to hug you, Yuuri,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and smiling against Yuuri’s skin.
Giving up, Yuuri wrapped his arms around Victor in return, unable to resist. It wasn’t unusual for Victor to want to hug Yuuri, but something seemed a little off about this particular hug, and it concerned Yuuri, probably more than it should have. “Vitya, is everything alright?”
He nodded, but didn’t loosen his arms around Yuuri at all. “More than alright, zolotse.”
“Are you sure?”
Victor nodded again, this time pulling back from their hug enough to see Yuuri’s face. “Very sure. I’ve never been happier.”
Yuuri offered him a smile before leaning in to give Victor a quick kiss. “Okay, as long as you’re sure, Vitya.” He brought one of his hands up to Victor’s face to brush some of his still perfect silver hair out of his eye a bit. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Victor responded, smiling fondly at Yuuri, “More than you could ever know.” He pulled Yuuri back into another hug, the two of them swaying back and forth slowly as they stood there in each other’s arms.
There was so much that Victor wanted to thank Yuuri for, so much that he had to say but he just couldn’t find the words. One day though, he would find an incredibly romantic and probably ridiculously extra way to tell Yuuri that he made his house a home, and that he brought bright colors back into his life again, and that without a doubt, every place was a better place with Yuuri.
FILL: Team Victuuri, G
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: fluff, mentions of past sadness, but mostly fluff
Word Count: 1700
Remix Permission: blanket permission!
when i listened to better place for the first time, i cried ;-; it's such a beautiful song and i think it fits victor and yuuri so well! honestly, i want to write a multichap fic about these two with that song as the main theme.
bless you for prompting this <3 i hope my fill does the wonderful song justice!
***
The apartment was quiet… maybe a little bit too quiet.
Sitting on the couch in the living room, Victor couldn’t help but to remember a time when this place was always quiet aside from Makka’s occasional barking, or the noise of the TV.
Every inch of the apartment was totally different now, even in the silence.
Every place within it that was once grey and lacking personality was now filled with color and light.
The walls in the living room had been painted a light blue and were covered in photos from different parts of his and Yuuri’s lives. To name a few, they had two on either side of the door so they could look at them before they left the apartment. The two closest to the doorframe were from after their first Grand Prix Final together and from a vacation they took about a year ago in Paris. Next to the vacation photo was a smaller photo containing a young, happy Victor hugging his new poodle. While next to the other was a very young Yuuri hugging Vicchan.
There was also a coat rack on the left side of the door next to the two pictures, filled with coats for all different occasions of all different colors. And on the right side, underneath the pictures was a table with a bowl where they both put their all their keys when they entered the apartment. Right next to the bowl was a picture frame with an image of himself, Yuuri, and Yurio in Victor’s pink convertible from two summers ago.
Further into the apartment, Victor had bought a case for the two of them to display any awards they had ever won, each labeled with a date, the competition, and what place they earned. The case was always lit up, spotlights shining upon every medal within it. But the most important thing in that case wasn’t any of the gold, silver, or bronze medals they got from competitions over the years, but rather the picture frame right in the center of the case on the top shelf that contained an image of the two of them on their wedding day, showing off their gold rings.
Before Yuuri came along, Victor had a place to display his medals, but after the second year of winning gold nonstop, he gave up displaying them and just started putting them wherever he could find a spot. Some were thrown in the closet, some on the coffee table, some on the bookshelf, and everywhere in between. After another year, the medals devolved from being meaningless to being a cruel reminder of how truly alone he was. Every single gold reminded him of what he gave up life and love for.
By the time Yuuri moved in, he had taken every medal on display and every medal tossed about the apartment and shoved them in a drawer so he never had to look at them. The only reason he took them out again was because Yuuri insisted they be displayed alongside his own. It was only fair considering Victor was the one encouraging Yuuri to display all his medals. So he removed them from the drawer in which they were cast away, and displayed them proudly next to everything his husband had ever won. Now they were less of a reminder of his loneliness, and more a reminder of all the hard work he did to gain someone like Yuuri as his fan.
Plus, Victor found it absolutely adorable when he would sometimes catch Yuuri standing in front of the case and staring at the medals in awe. His #1 fan could name every single competition he had ever participated in, plus what medal he got for each, and it made Victor swoon every time.
Victor got up from his spot on the couch after he finished staring at their wedding photo in the case and headed into the kitchen. Even this room was filled with new light since Yuuri came to live with him. They had aprons with corny sayings hung from hooks on the wall, colorful placemats on the table, candles on the counter, dirty dishes in the sink, and even one of those wooden pictures with the saying: A pinch of patience, A dash of kindness, A spoonful of laughter, and a heap of Love, hung right above their table for all to see when they walked in.
The kitchen actually got used like it was meant to now, plus in some ways it was probably not meant to. It had become much more than just a room since Yuuri moved in, and was one of Victor’s favorite places to spend time with his husband.
Because yes, they were the type of sickeningly in love couple who danced in the kitchen, and had flour fights, and splashed water at one another while they did the dishes. They even had romantic candle-lit dinners, and cooked for each other as a surprise, and made-out on the granite counter. The two of them filled the room with laughter and love and music almost every single day of their lives. Yurio would probably call all of that disgusting, but Victor just called it happiness.
After making himself a cup of coffee (in a mug that had World’s Best Husband written in gold script on it), Victor made his way to their bedroom so he could fold some clothes that were sitting in a basket on the bed.
The boring grey sheets that once covered the memory foam mattress were now replaced with dark purple ones because the two of them couldn’t decide whether to get blue or pink and had to compromise. On top of the sheets laid a bunch of pillows, some that matched the sheets in color, and others that were thrown to them by fans after performances. Yuuri’s personal favorite was the stuffed onigiri he got during his first Grand Prix series with Victor as his coach, while Victor’s was a crochet version of Makkachin.
Above their bed was two large canvas paintings, one which read Life and the other which read Love. They were painted different hues of blue and pink and purple, bringing a splash of color to the light grey walls. On each of their nightstands they had different wedding pictures, one of their first kiss as husbands, and another of them laughing with their foreheads pressed together.
Victor no longer despised sleeping in this room because now there was always someone there to fall asleep with and wake up to. They were both big cuddlers, so they almost always woke up in one another’s arms, making Victor’s heart burst each and every time.
When Victor was finally able to tear his gaze away from the wedding photos, he began folding the clothing on the bed. While he worked, he decided to put on some music so the time would pass a bit faster. Swaying his hips, and singing, he organized piles of clothing and put each of them away where they belonged.
Just as he was finishing up, he heard the lock click on the door and immediately dropped what he was doing to go greet his husband.
“Vitya, I’m home!” Yuuri called as he swung open the door and dropped his keys in the bowl. He turned his head to the left to see that his husband was already walking towards him with a big smile on his face.
“Welcome home, zolotse,” Victor said while stopping a few feet in front of him, “How was your run?”
Yuuri bent down to unclip Makka’s leash from her collar while Victor spoke. “Fun, but tiring! Makka hasn’t gotten any slower over the years.” He gave Makka a pat on the head before the panting dog took off towards her water bowl to get a drink.
“She sure does love to run,” Victor commented, glancing over at their dog, then back at Yuuri.
Nodding, Yuuri hung Makka’s leash up on a hook near their coats and turned to face Victor so he could say something. But much to his surprise, when he turned around, Victor was right in front of him, arms open so he could pull Yuuri into a tight hug. He couldn’t help but to laugh a little, wriggling in Victor’s grasp. “Vitya, I’m so sweaty, you probably don’t want to hug me.”
Victor just hugged him tighter, pulling him as close as he possibly could and nuzzling his nose into the crook of Yuuri’s neck. “I always want to hug you, Yuuri,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and smiling against Yuuri’s skin.
Giving up, Yuuri wrapped his arms around Victor in return, unable to resist. It wasn’t unusual for Victor to want to hug Yuuri, but something seemed a little off about this particular hug, and it concerned Yuuri, probably more than it should have. “Vitya, is everything alright?”
He nodded, but didn’t loosen his arms around Yuuri at all. “More than alright, zolotse.”
“Are you sure?”
Victor nodded again, this time pulling back from their hug enough to see Yuuri’s face. “Very sure. I’ve never been happier.”
Yuuri offered him a smile before leaning in to give Victor a quick kiss. “Okay, as long as you’re sure, Vitya.” He brought one of his hands up to Victor’s face to brush some of his still perfect silver hair out of his eye a bit. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Victor responded, smiling fondly at Yuuri, “More than you could ever know.” He pulled Yuuri back into another hug, the two of them swaying back and forth slowly as they stood there in each other’s arms.
There was so much that Victor wanted to thank Yuuri for, so much that he had to say but he just couldn’t find the words. One day though, he would find an incredibly romantic and probably ridiculously extra way to tell Yuuri that he made his house a home, and that he brought bright colors back into his life again, and that without a doubt, every place was a better place with Yuuri.