Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki & Yuri Plisetsky Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Word Count: 1274 Remix Permission: blanket permission granted!
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It had been two days since Yakov banned Victor from training, and he was officially starting to go crazy.
At this point, he just didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. Yuuri was gone every day from 5AM to 7PM for training, and then as soon as he came back he had to take Makka for a walk which took nearly an hour, and then cook dinner, and then by that time he was too tired to do anything else.
Victor was so desperate to get up and do something at this point he might just… just.. Well he had no idea exactly what he would do. But he could say for certain that he didn’t want to be laying in bed any longer!
He wasn’t even sick! It was just a stupid little injury! He has had injuries before, why did one have to be such a big deal? They all doubted he could skate with a sprained ankle, but he would show them! When he was 13 he skated in a competition and won bronze with a sprained ankle, so he was sure he could do it again!
But of course, the doctor had given him strict orders not to put any weight on his ankle for 72 hours, and Yakov gave even stricter orders not to show up at the rink for a week to make sure his ankle healed properly.
”You’re not 15 anymore, Vitya!” Yakov shouted, “If you worsen your injury, you probably won’t ever be able to skate again!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Honestly, Victor just couldn’t stand being cooped up in the apartment any longer. He wanted to skate again! He wanted to spend more time with Yuuri! He couldn’t even properly play with Makka in this sad state of existence!
This was absolutely unfair, and Victor was having none of it. He crossed his arms in front of him and humphed in defiance of an invisible foe, hoping that somehow his resistance would actually heal his ankle magically.
He was pretty lucky no one was there with him, or else they might have called him a child for the way he was acting. But what could he say? Being an adult about this situation was harder than he thought he would be.
Moments later, his trusty pal and best friend, Makka hopped up on the bed and settled down next to him, her head on his legs so he could pet her while she laid with him. “I’m glad you’re with me, Makkachin,” he told his dog fondly, smiling down at her, “I know I can always count on you to have my back.”
Makka simply looked up at him in acknowledgement of his statement, then laid her head back down and closed her eyes.
Just as Victor was about to reach over to his nightstand and grab the TV remote so he could turn the volume up and change the channel, he heard a key turning in the door, and the squeak of the hinges as it was pushed open. Before Victor could even get a word out, Makka was popping up from her spot and dashing out of the room to act as the welcoming party.
“Hello Makka!” Yuuri cooed, wrapping his arms around her fondly after she had placed her two front paws on his chest. “Were you a good girl today? Ah who am I kidding? You’re always a good girl!”
“Except when she leaves her toys out in the middle of the living room floor!” Victor shouted from the bedroom.
Yuuri smiled at the sound of Victor’s voice and gently nudged Makka off of him so he could go greet his husband. He gave the dog one last pat on the head before heading over to the bedroom and leaning against the doorframe. “And how’s my clumsy husband doing today?”
“Hey! It’s not my fault Makka left her squeaky toy right in my walking path!”
Laughing lightly, Yuuri walked over to the side of the bed Victor was on and sat down next to him. “Of course it’s not, Vitya. But it is your fault that you were taking a selfie instead of looking where you were going.”
“Yuuuuuri! Stop being so mean!” Victor begged, puffing out his bottom lip to look extra sad.
“Get a hold of yourself, old man,” Yurio commanded, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, “You’re an adult, aren’t you?”
“He is sometimes,” Yuuri acknowledged, smirking at Victor.
Victor humphed again, but this time in protest to Yuuri and Yurio’s comments. After refusing to look at the two of them for a good minute, he gave in and turned his head to face Yurio. “When did you even get here, Yurio?”
“Katsudon brought me. I’m here to walk your stupid dog and bring you some food so you two can have some stupid time together.”
“You would do that for me!?” Victor gushed, a big smile on his face.
“Of course not!” Yurio snapped, “I’m doing it for free food!”
Both Yuuri and Victor knew that wasn’t entirely true. Yurio did care about the two of them in his own way, he would just never admit it outloud.
Victor wanted to give Yurio a hug, but he knew that was never going to happen, so instead he just settled for a simple thank you, which was promptly followed by Yurio brushing it off and walking out of the room, warning them not to be too gross while he was gone.
“Hey old man!” Yurio shouted right after opening the door, “Heal your lame injury soon. I’m sick and tired of Katsudon moping at the rink because you’re not around.”
Victor couldn’t help but to laugh. He looked up at Yuuri as soon as the door closed to see that his husband’s cheeks were flushed red and he was doing his best to avoid eye contact. ”Yuuuuri,” Victor cooed, reaching out to grab Yuuri’s hand, “You miss me when I’m not at the rink to coach you?”
Man, even after months of being married, Yuuri still got so flustered around Victor sometimes. Basically, he was like a teenager with this first crush. It was amazing what being completely in love could do to a person. “Of course, Vitya,” Yuuri responded sheepishly, “The rink isn’t the same without you.”
However tempted Victor was to repeat Yurio’s earlier statement about being an adult, he was far too smitten to do so and had no choice but to pull Yuuri down for a long, sweet kiss. By the time it ended, both of them were smiling like fools in love and staring into each other’s eyes like they contained the whole universe within them.
After they were finally able to tear their gaze away from one another, they decided to spend their evening cuddled up in bed together, watching a series on Netflix they started together a few weeks prior. Halfway through the second episode, Yurio returned to their apartment with Makka and a box of pizza, which he happily took a few slices of.
The three of them sat on the bed and ate together, then decided to go out in the living room and play a board game. Victor insisted he be carried by Yuuri rather than just using his crutches to get there, and Yurio threatened to hit him with his crutches if they got all mushy while they were playing the game. So all in all, it was a pretty wonderful evening, and a day that Victor would always look fondly upon, despite his injury.
FILL: Team Victuuri, G
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 1274
Remix Permission: blanket permission granted!
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It had been two days since Yakov banned Victor from training, and he was officially starting to go crazy.
At this point, he just didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. Yuuri was gone every day from 5AM to 7PM for training, and then as soon as he came back he had to take Makka for a walk which took nearly an hour, and then cook dinner, and then by that time he was too tired to do anything else.
Victor was so desperate to get up and do something at this point he might just… just.. Well he had no idea exactly what he would do. But he could say for certain that he didn’t want to be laying in bed any longer!
He wasn’t even sick! It was just a stupid little injury! He has had injuries before, why did one have to be such a big deal? They all doubted he could skate with a sprained ankle, but he would show them! When he was 13 he skated in a competition and won bronze with a sprained ankle, so he was sure he could do it again!
But of course, the doctor had given him strict orders not to put any weight on his ankle for 72 hours, and Yakov gave even stricter orders not to show up at the rink for a week to make sure his ankle healed properly.
”You’re not 15 anymore, Vitya!” Yakov shouted, “If you worsen your injury, you probably won’t ever be able to skate again!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Honestly, Victor just couldn’t stand being cooped up in the apartment any longer. He wanted to skate again! He wanted to spend more time with Yuuri! He couldn’t even properly play with Makka in this sad state of existence!
This was absolutely unfair, and Victor was having none of it. He crossed his arms in front of him and humphed in defiance of an invisible foe, hoping that somehow his resistance would actually heal his ankle magically.
He was pretty lucky no one was there with him, or else they might have called him a child for the way he was acting. But what could he say? Being an adult about this situation was harder than he thought he would be.
Moments later, his trusty pal and best friend, Makka hopped up on the bed and settled down next to him, her head on his legs so he could pet her while she laid with him. “I’m glad you’re with me, Makkachin,” he told his dog fondly, smiling down at her, “I know I can always count on you to have my back.”
Makka simply looked up at him in acknowledgement of his statement, then laid her head back down and closed her eyes.
Just as Victor was about to reach over to his nightstand and grab the TV remote so he could turn the volume up and change the channel, he heard a key turning in the door, and the squeak of the hinges as it was pushed open. Before Victor could even get a word out, Makka was popping up from her spot and dashing out of the room to act as the welcoming party.
“Hello Makka!” Yuuri cooed, wrapping his arms around her fondly after she had placed her two front paws on his chest. “Were you a good girl today? Ah who am I kidding? You’re always a good girl!”
“Except when she leaves her toys out in the middle of the living room floor!” Victor shouted from the bedroom.
Yuuri smiled at the sound of Victor’s voice and gently nudged Makka off of him so he could go greet his husband. He gave the dog one last pat on the head before heading over to the bedroom and leaning against the doorframe. “And how’s my clumsy husband doing today?”
“Hey! It’s not my fault Makka left her squeaky toy right in my walking path!”
Laughing lightly, Yuuri walked over to the side of the bed Victor was on and sat down next to him. “Of course it’s not, Vitya. But it is your fault that you were taking a selfie instead of looking where you were going.”
“Yuuuuuri! Stop being so mean!” Victor begged, puffing out his bottom lip to look extra sad.
“Get a hold of yourself, old man,” Yurio commanded, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, “You’re an adult, aren’t you?”
“He is sometimes,” Yuuri acknowledged, smirking at Victor.
Victor humphed again, but this time in protest to Yuuri and Yurio’s comments. After refusing to look at the two of them for a good minute, he gave in and turned his head to face Yurio. “When did you even get here, Yurio?”
“Katsudon brought me. I’m here to walk your stupid dog and bring you some food so you two can have some stupid time together.”
“You would do that for me!?” Victor gushed, a big smile on his face.
“Of course not!” Yurio snapped, “I’m doing it for free food!”
Both Yuuri and Victor knew that wasn’t entirely true. Yurio did care about the two of them in his own way, he would just never admit it outloud.
Victor wanted to give Yurio a hug, but he knew that was never going to happen, so instead he just settled for a simple thank you, which was promptly followed by Yurio brushing it off and walking out of the room, warning them not to be too gross while he was gone.
“Hey old man!” Yurio shouted right after opening the door, “Heal your lame injury soon. I’m sick and tired of Katsudon moping at the rink because you’re not around.”
Victor couldn’t help but to laugh. He looked up at Yuuri as soon as the door closed to see that his husband’s cheeks were flushed red and he was doing his best to avoid eye contact. ”Yuuuuri,” Victor cooed, reaching out to grab Yuuri’s hand, “You miss me when I’m not at the rink to coach you?”
Man, even after months of being married, Yuuri still got so flustered around Victor sometimes. Basically, he was like a teenager with this first crush. It was amazing what being completely in love could do to a person. “Of course, Vitya,” Yuuri responded sheepishly, “The rink isn’t the same without you.”
However tempted Victor was to repeat Yurio’s earlier statement about being an adult, he was far too smitten to do so and had no choice but to pull Yuuri down for a long, sweet kiss. By the time it ended, both of them were smiling like fools in love and staring into each other’s eyes like they contained the whole universe within them.
After they were finally able to tear their gaze away from one another, they decided to spend their evening cuddled up in bed together, watching a series on Netflix they started together a few weeks prior. Halfway through the second episode, Yurio returned to their apartment with Makka and a box of pizza, which he happily took a few slices of.
The three of them sat on the bed and ate together, then decided to go out in the living room and play a board game. Victor insisted he be carried by Yuuri rather than just using his crutches to get there, and Yurio threatened to hit him with his crutches if they got all mushy while they were playing the game. So all in all, it was a pretty wonderful evening, and a day that Victor would always look fondly upon, despite his injury.