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To  @m2riddle From  @artist1113 

@m2riddle, I hope you have an absolutely wonderful holiday this year! I also hope you love this picture! When I was reading your wishlist I was in love with all the ideas you had, I must say, but I just had to draw Victor and Yuri ice stating at night on Christmas Eve. I thought the idea was so cute and I absolutely loved drawing it! Have a wonderful day and a happy new year!!!! 😁💖

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To  @eimik From  @graveyardlilies 

Café Plisetsky 

“There he goes again.”  Viktor leaned on the front counter, watching the sidewalk outside their coffee shop with mild interest.

“Who?”  Mila, his coworker and friend, barely looked up from the espresso shot glasses she’s cleaning.

“Yura’s boyfriend.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” the younger teen in question interjected as he came out from the back room with a tray of still-hot pirozhkis.  He sat the tray down carefully in its place in the display.

“You would if you asked him out already.”  Mila blinked innocently at Yuri.

“Shut up, hag.”  Yuri glared.  “He’s barely a friend.  I only ever see him for a few minutes while he’s here, and that’s not even every day.”

“It’s only not every day because he keeps walking if he doesn’t see you,” Viktor smirked.  “I’ve seen him do it, usually around this time every day.”

“I’ve seen it, too.”  Mila agreed.

“Now you’re just assuming shit.”  Yuri rolled his eyes.  “Maybe he doesn’t always have the time to stop in.”

“He’s definitely looking for his favorite kitten,” Mila teased.

Yuri shook his head.  “You’re getting delusional now.”

“Delusional?”  Viktor crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his chin thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his eye.  “Is that why you tend to bring out fresh pastries around this time?”

Yuri’s face heated up, even as he glared.  “It’s just when things finish baking, asshole.  Grandpa has a schedule he wants me to keep in the mornings.”

“Uh huh.”

Mila snickered.

“Both of you assholes need to stay out of my business.”  Yuri was growing more and more irritated.  He wasn’t about to admit that he was embarrassed.

“I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with a little romance.”  Viktor shrugged.  He grabbed a cloth from one of the nearby bleach water containers and started to wipe down the front counter area.

Yuri was about to retort, but the bell signaling the front door open cut him off before any sound could leave.  Instead he turned to more fully face the front.  “Welcome to- oh, hey Beka.”

Both Mila and Viktor looked up to see the regular in question, standing a few feet away from the counter with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his usual leather jacket.  The pair exchanged a look.

“Viktor, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think I found a screw coming loose from one of the shelves in the back.”  Mila nodded to the back room.

Viktor was confused for a millisecond, then smiled.  “Oh?  Why don’t you show me and I’ll get to work on that right now.”

“Sure.”  Mila waved her hand for Viktor to follow, and the two disappeared into the back.

Damn busybodies, Yuri thought, shaking his head.  “Don’t mind them.  You getting your usual today?”

“Actually, I just wanted to talk to you,” Otabek quietly admitted.  “About something.”

Yuri looked slightly confused.  “Um, sure.  What did you want to talk about?”  His mind flipped through possibilities, settling on one that made his eyes narrow.  “Don’t tell me those idiots back there have been harassing you.  They’re always so annoying, I’ll tell my grandfather they’re getting complaints.”

“No, nothing like that.”  Otabek took a couple awkward steps closer to the counter.  “I just wanted to say, I really like our conversations whenever I stop in.”

“Yeah?”  Yuri ignored how his heart skipped a beat.  Otabek liked their conversations.

“Yeah.”  Otabek’s expression remained passive, but he reached up and scratched the back of his neck idly.  “So, I thought, maybe we could meet up and talk when you’re not working?  Maybe get something to eat.”

Yuri’s mind stuttered a little.  Was this…?  “You mean, like a date?”

Otabek’s posture stiffened.  “If you don’t want to, it’s ok.  I just thought, maybe-”

“Yeah.”  Yuri cut him off, a soft smile on his lips.  “I can meet you down at that new noodle place down the road after work.  Maybe at 8?”

Otabek smiled, a small smile that almost couldn’t be called a smile, but it warmed Yuri’s chest all the same.  “Yeah, sounds good.  I’ll see you then.”

Yuri nodded, his smile turning into more of a smirk.  “I’m still telling Grandpa you were complaining about the idiots.  It’ll be funny.”

Otabek chuckled.  He finally approached the counter, grabbing a napkin and a pen.  “Here, you can text me and I’ll avoid coming in when your grandpa’s here so it really looks like I’m upset.”

“I like the way you think."

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To  @neutronice  From  @silyas 

Yuri orders a cinnamon roll on his coffee shop date with Viktor only to find a familiar face... (Phichit is a cinnamon roll indeed ;))

Anyway hope you enjoy your gift!

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To @silyas  From @hotaruyuki

Hope you have a happy Holiday! <3

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To  @lines-on-ice From  @imsokatsu-done

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Secret Santa Gifts 2022!

Ho ho ho, here is the masterlist over all the gifts, all 19 of them!

From @m2riddle to @saint-denis-the-menace : One Victuuri FanFic From @viktuuriwriter17 to @zoneofrevale : One Victuuri FanFic From @imsokatsu-done to @lines-on-ice​ : One piece of Victuuri FanArt From AO3 user QueennieLoveKimWonshik to @masterdidastre : One Seungchuchu FanFic From @lines-on-ice to @graveyardlilies : One Victuuri FanFic From @myshellebellelove to @artist1113 : One piece of Victuuri FanArt From @probablytoooldforthis to @crickets-lovely-fanspace : One FanFic From @neutronice to @viktuuriwriter17 : One Victuuri FanFic From @hotaruyuki to @silyas​ : One piece of SaraMila FanArt From @eimik to AO3 user QueennieLoveKimWonshik : One Otayuri FanFic From @crickets-lovely-fanspace to @rizzamacka-whump​ : One Victturi FanFic From @artist1113 to @m2riddle​ : One piece of Victuuri FanArt From @saint-denis-the-menace to @myshellebellelove​ : One Victuuri FanFic From @pierrotguru​ to @imsokatsu-done​ : One Victuuri FanFic From @rizzamacka-whump to @probablytoooldforthis : One piece of Victuuri FanArt From @m2riddle to @hotaruyuki : One Victuuri FanFic From @graveyardlilies to @eimik : One Otayuri FanFic From @silyas to @neutronice : One piece of Victuuri FanArt From @zoneofrevale to @pierrotguru : One Victuuri FanFic

Thank you everbody who’ve participated in this years secret santa! Hope to see you next year!

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To  @viktuuriwriter17 From  @neutronice

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To  @artist1113  From  @myshellebellelove

Merry Christmas to @artist1113 🎄🎄🎄

I was inspired by my local Christmas market, and I wanted Victor and Yuri to experience. Here is an extra doodle of your prompt "taking care of someone".

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To  @probablytoooldforthis From  @rizzamacka-whump

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To  @rizzamacka-whump  From  @crickets-lovely-fanspace

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To  @crickets-lovely-fanspace From  @probablytoooldforthis

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Who’s ready for some amazing gifts? ^_^

Today Dec.24th at 10pm CET, the posting of the gifts, will start.

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If you don’t know what time, that is for you, you can see it here: https://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/fixedtime.html?msg=Yuri%21%21%21+on+Ice+Secret+Santa&iso=20221224T22&p1=69 

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The posting of the gifts will end Dec.25th at 7:00am CET

Which means a gift will be posted every 30 minutes.

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!

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That’s all the gifts Santa has for you this year!

Hope you all enjoy your gifts! And have a Merry Christmas <3 Thank you to everyone who’ve participated! Hope to see you next year! If I’ve made any errors, then please let me know and I’ll fix it asap! Check back tomorrow, on Boxing Day (Dec.26th), for a masterlist of all the gifts! ^_^

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To  @pierrotguru From  @zoneofrevale 

Of Unintentional Cat Filters and Birthdays

Summary: It’s Victor’s birthday but unfortunately, they’re snowed in. Fortunately, Yuuri has other plans. 

The bright light passing through the curtains wakes Yuuri, who has his arms and legs comfortably wrapped around Victor. He buries his head into Victor’s chest and groans, if he could only close the curtains himself and sleep in— but there was nothing worth exchanging being wrapped under the woolen blankets together with Makkachin sprawled at their feet. 

Yuuri closes his eyes and buries his head even deeper into Victor’s chest, he smells of cinnamon with wisps of pine. You smell good Vitya, he thinks. He takes a deep breath and clears his mind. 

But that doesn’t work either,  he lays there, wide awake. As he comes to his senses, he suddenly realizes something that almost sends him scrambling out of their bed. 

It’s Victor’s birthday. 

Scrambling out of bed might be an exaggeration, but the sentiment remains. Yuuri hurriedly reaches for his glasses on the bedside table. It hurts to pull away from Victor’s grasp, but Yuuri’s will firmly resolves itself. He was going to give Victor a warm, happy and enjoyable birthday in his own home. 

For the first time in years, they were back in St.Petersburg,  they had been away  the last few years, traveling for competitions, grand pines—while they celebrated his birthday in other countries— least to say, Milan was something. But it wasn’t the same as being in the comfort of their own home, together. 

Makkachin’s perks up, Yuuri gently pets her head. “Good morning, Makkachin,” he softly whispers, nuzzling her chin. 

It seems that it had woken Victor. “Yuuuri,” he says, weakly grabbing his arm. “Where are you going?” 

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” Yuuri responds. “I’ll be right back.” Well, he’ll be right back after he makes Victor breakfast. 

 “Mrhmhm,” Victor responds and again he’s asleep, Yuuri can hear his little snores, along with Makkachin’s breathing. The two seem to have something in common— falling asleep as fast as Victor’s folding laundry skills— Yuuri admits that he was surprised at the discovery. 

Yuuri quietly shuts the door and heads towards the kitchen. Humming, he opens the cupboard and takes the bowls and measuring cups and then the frying pan left on the side of the sink.  

He notices a note left on their messy refrigerator filled with old receipts, pictures and magnets from their trips. It was from two weeks ago, when Victor was away for a few days. It said: “Good morning solnyshko, I’m sad that I won’t be able to see you today but don’t forget to stay, drink water and rest well after practice. Have a good day! I’ll call you later~” 

Their refrigerator was filled with notes like that, both from himself and Victor, a mini-conversation spread out in the span of days. 

He smiles at the memory, taking out the eggs and butter. He pours flour into the mixing bowl then cracks an egg,  he almost drops the shell in the bowl once he looks outside the window. It was certainly a winter wonderland, with the snow falling and the sun making its ascent but the major snow banks accumulating on the roads with the less-than visible air didn’t make it any less viable to go outside. 

Even more so when Yuuri opens the weather app on his phone and sees a whooping -16 degrees with a windchill of -25 degrees at 20km/h. Winters in Hasetsu were cold, but never this cold. 

Yuuri opens his phone and quickly checks the group chat he made a couple weeks ago over the phone, made of friends from near and afar. 

Victor Surprise Birthday Party 

Mila Babicheva (09:27): Have you guys seen the snow outside??? It’s crazy. We haven’t seen this much snow in years. 

Yuri Plisetsky (09:30): Yeah, I’ve been helping my grandpa shovel the driveway all morning

Yuuri Katsuki (09:33): Guys… I’m really sorry to announce this but I’m afraid we might have to cancel the party. It’s too cold and dangerous to drive outside. Victor and I don’t want anyone getting to an accident of any sort. 

Yuri Plisetsky (09:34)  That sucks. I’ll just call him later and tell the old man happy birthday then 

Yuuri sighs and puts down the phone. “Crap…” he curses as he puts in the butter. “I can’t go out in this weather… There's too much snow. How am I gonna get his cake… what about Vitya’s surprise party?” He begins to mix everything and grimly dumps the mixed dough in the frying pan, a funny metaphor for his thoughts. 

A notification pops up on his phone: 

Christophe Giacometti (09:40)aWhy don’t you guys just do a video call? I mean… that’s what I was going to do with Victor later. We can invite more people that way. 

Yuuri Katsuki (09:45): Good idea Chris! I have all the decorations ready, but I’ll set one up later. I’ll send the link here once the part starts. 

Christophe Giacometti (09:47): Cheers to that. Can’t wait to bring my own wine. 

Christophe Giacometti (09:49): Also,Yuuri dear, do you have a spare pole at home?

Yuuri Katsuki (09:50):  Chris! 

Yuuri breathed relievedly, he didn’t think of that, as for the cake—well, he doesn’t know how good bakers they both were, but he was going to suggest that they try baking it themselves. He quickly finishes making both Victor’s and his own pancakes and places it on the table. He then begins to prepare a warm cup of hot cocoa. 

He’s pulled out of his thoughts once he feels a heavy pressure on his shoulder as he mixes the powder with the milk. “Yuuri,” Victor groggily says, pecking his neck. “You said you’d only be gone for one moment. Where did you go?”

“Good morning, Vitya,” Yuuri responds, kissing his forehead. “I was making breakfast for you honey. It’s your special day today.”

“Special day…?” Victor mumbles., still clearly half-asleep. “What special day? Did you finally fold the laundry faster than I did?” 

Yuuri hands a cup of hot chocolate to Victor“It’s your birthday, you dum dum,” he fondly says. “Happy birthday.” He sets down his cup and kisses Victor a kiss on the cheek. 

Victor nods, smiling. “Mhm, thank you Yuuri.” 

Yuuri bends down to pet Makkachin, who comes out of their room, her tail wagging. He takes out her bowl and places it just beneath their kitchen counter. He then sits down on their dinner table, and they both begin to eat. 

Victor’s eyes sparkle. “Yuuri!” he exclaims, hastily eating the pancakes. “You’re the best at making pancakes, you know that? It’s been five years and you still haven’t told me your secret to making your pancakes.”

Yuuri blushes. “Anything for you Vitya.”  He then again glances out the window, tapping his hand fingers on the table. 

Victor pours an unhealthy amount of syrup to his pancakes. “Yuuri, is there anything wrong?” 

“Ah— there’s nothing… it’s just that… never mind.” Yuuri shakes his head. “It’s nothing.” 

Victor raises his eyebrows. “Are you sure solnyshko? You can tell me anything.” 

Yuuri gives in and Victor gives him his puppy. “It’s your birthday today and I wanted to make a  special day for you… but I’m just disappointed that the weather sucks right now.” 

Victor nods thoughtfully. “You being with me today is special enough, it’s okay,” he says. 

“But still…” 

Victor’s eyes widen, and Yuuri realizes something— it was either going to be one of Victor’s genius ideas or an idea  that was going to end very, very terribly. “Ah! I just thought of something.”

Yuuri looks at him suspiciously. 

“Why don’t we try baking everything ourselves? It’ll be fun!” 

Yuuri sighs. 

There’s two things that are wrong with that plan:

1. Neither of them know how to bake. 

2. But they’re going to try anyway. 

And that was how their kitchen ended up being turned into its own winter wonderland.  

***

Victor knows that it was his suggestion to bake the cake themselves, but he didn’t anticipate the mess that it would create. Okay, maybe he did have a little idea of what their kitchen was going to look like, but he didn’t expect it to have it full blown covered in flour. 

Even sweet Makkachin was covered from flour head to tail. 

But there was something sweet, something sweet about baking together, baking his cake, together with Yuuri, who was as well, also covered in flour from head to toe. 

Of course, he wasn’t excluded from the equation as well. 

They try their best, really. Luckily, they have all the ingredients (to Yuuri’s surprise), they even find Victor’s vanilla, hidden in the farthest corner of the cupboards. In the end, despite the mess that they created, by some miracle of Yuuri, they had managed to bake a cake with an extremely detailed top, with an attempt to himself, Yuuri and Makkachin.  

(Victor does most of the icing). 

(But he is also the one who tries to eat all of the icing right after it finishes baking). 

As they wait for the cake to finish, Victor opens his phone and smiles. There’s a bunch of unopened messages. 

Yura (Sent 20 Mins ago): Happy birthday Victor, ur old now 

Chris (Sent 2 hrs ago): Happy birthday Victor~ 

Mila (Sent 11 minutes ago): Happy birthday Victor!

“Vitya!” Yuuri yells from the living room, buried beneath a fort of blankets. “The movie’s about to start!”  

“Coming!” Victor replies. “I’ll be right there!” He turns off his phone and makes a run for the couch, he topples the pillow fort and the effort that took a grand twenty minutes goes down the drain. 

Yuuri groans. “Vitya!” 

Victor wraps his arms around his husband as tight as he can. “Yuuuuuuri~” he says. “Moy miliy, I love you, you know that?” He drops kisses along his neck and shoulders. 

Yuuri hugs him back tighter, burying his face in his hair. “I love you too, Vitya.”

It turns out that Makkachin had also wanted to join in as Victor notices her stretching her legs, with a determined look on her face. 

“We love you too Makkachin,” they both say at the same time, laughing as Makkachin jumps on them. They 

*** 

Later that afternoon, Yuuri’s eyes darted from the desktop to their bedroom door . “Is everyone in yet?” he whispers. “Victor’s just finishing being on the phone with Chris in our bedroom.” 

Phichit unmutes himself. “Nope, Yuuri,” he wheezes. “Look at that state that this call is in, not any time soon.” He mutes himself and Yuuri watches him descend into a fit of laughter. 

 “Yakov!” Mila cries, there’s tears in her eyes. “Turn on your mic! Press the button that says ‘mute’!” 

Yakov clearly is having a difficult time as he attempts expressing himself through a cat filter, unable to switch. Only his eyes and lips move, creating a pseudo-image of an adorable kitten mixed with Yakov’s frustrated expressions. 

“Yuuri!” Yuuri hears Victor yell from across the hall. “Is your surprise ready yet?” 

“Almost!” he replies.  Yuuri unmutes himself once last time. “He’s coming, everybody please get ready!” 

Mila’s laughter echoes in the background. 

“Shut up!” Yurio bites his lip, trying not to laugh. “It’s about to start!” 

Yakov is still mutedly in the background, trying to figure out how to return to humanity. 

Yuuri gets up from his chair and lights the candle of their homemade cake, placing it on their dinner table just in front of the laptop.``Victor,” he opens the door. “The surprise is ready!” He holds up a makeshift blindfold made from a towel in their bathroom. 

“I wonder what it is~” Victor hums as Yuuri guides him down the hallway. 

“You’ll see,” he replies. 

Yuuri eyes the camera and nods with vigor. At least everybody had gotten themselves muted, but Yakov was still a cat, unfortunately. 

“You can take it off now, Vitya,” he says. 

Victor slowly takes off the blindfold, a flurry of mixed emotions on his face as he sees the laptop—happy, surprised, shocked. He puts his hand over his mouth. “What—“ 

Yuuri leans in. “Happy birthday, Vitya,” he says sweetly. He kisses his cheeks. 

Yuuri looks at the camera and nods, holding the cake. 

All at once, they all unmute: 

“Happy birthday Victor!” 

“Happy birthday to you~” they all begin to sing. 

***

Victor watches, Yuuri sings, and Makkachin excitedly dances. He listens to  the familiar voices of his friends, of his family. 

He’s happy. 

Birthdays were usually lonely, usually spent in a foreign city in a hotel room alone. Occasionally, there was the birthday dinner with Yakov or other skaters— but it wasn’t the same. 

Wasn’t the same as this. 

“Make a wish!” Chris shouts from the other end of the camera. “Don’t forget to make a wish!” 

Victor closes his eyes and thinks carefully— did he really believe in birthday wishes? He doesn’t know. But whether they could come true or not, he still wishes. 

Wishes that things could stay the same— here with Yuuri, together with Makkachin just the way things are. He knows that nothing lasts forever— but if things could just stay the same as they are now—peaceful, then he was okay with that.   

Victor smiles. 

He blows the candle. 

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To @hotaruyuki  From @m2riddle 

I really hope you enjoy this story, I tried my best to make it something you'd like.

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To @myshellebellelove From  @saint-denis-the-menace