#a very merry phichimetti week

[nikiviki]

A Very Merry Phichimetti Week Day 1: traveling and arriving at airports

some sleepy boys waiting for their flight

[f-yeah-phichimetti]

Hot Surprises

A Very Merry Phichimetti Week - Day 5 - Cuddling in front of the fireplace (with maybe a hint of sightseeing/selfies and holiday baking (shush, smores count as baking))

“You keep grinning like that. It’s a little unsettling, even for you.”

“Ah, Yuuri.” If possible, Phichit’s grin widened even more. “It’s Chris. He keeps sending texts, hinting at a “very hot surprise” when I visit him in his five star hotel room later.” 

Yuuri grimaced slightly.

“Too much information?”

His friend just laughed.

“Do you feel like our boyfriends are spoiling us?” he asked after a moment, though winking at Yuuri.

“Yes,” Yuuri said at once. “But just maybe we deserve it.”

“Definitely!” 

They had been out sightseeing and taking selfies, even though Phichit positively had to drag a jet-lagged Yuuri out of his hotel room bed after he’d said he’d be ready in just a moment every few minutes for almost an hour. But it had been fun once they’d found some coffee for Yuuri.

“Ah, shoot.” Phichit was once more looking down at his phone, but this time with a discontented frown wrinkling his brow.

“Something wrong?” Yuuri blinked at him, and Phichit sighed, then held out his phone.

“That’s a picture of a fireplace,” Yuuri said, not sure what was wrong with that.

“It’s Chris’ “hot surprise”. The dork. He could have waited until I got there, really, if he wanted to surprise me.” Phichit pouted a little, and Yuuri laughed.

“Viktor can’t keep anything he’s excited about secret for long, either.” Then his head suddenly jerked up and he looked at Phichit in wide-eyed excitement. “You know what that means though, do you?”

Phichit frowned for a moment, then his eyes widened, too.

“S’mores?”

“S’mores!”

In retrospect, he should have know. He really should have known.

“Hi, Yuuri. I didn’t expect you, but the more, the merrier, I suppose.” Chris’ nonchalance was the exact opposite of Yuuri’s mortification.

Beside him, Phichit was laughing so much he was almost doubled over. 

The fireplace had not been the only hot surprise. Though it featured in it, the most prominent part of the hot surprise was a very, very naked Chris on a bear skin rug in front of it. Very unabashed, too. And so very naked.

“I... I can’t see anything, anyway, my glasses have fogged up, thankfully,” Yuuri mumbled.

That only made Phichit laugh harder.

“The bear skin rug is a lovely touch, but it isn’t real fur, is it?” he asked, once he got his breath back.

“All faux,” Chris said immediately. “So, what brings you here, Yuuri?”

“S’mores,” Yuuri mumbled, holding up a shopping back defensively, and Phichit started laughing again.

“Maybe you should put on something, love,” Phichit said, even though he’d already taken out his phone and snapped a couple of pictures the next moment. “Even though it is a shame, but I doubt Yuuri’s glasses will ever unfog if you stay like this.”

“No, I’ll just go. I’m sorry, I...”

“No, don’t go, Yuuri. I’ve never had s’mores before, but I’ve always been curious,” Chris said, still smiling.

“Never had s’mores?” That jerked Yuuri out of his embarrassment. “How horrible.”

“I know, right?” said Phichit cheerfully, and threw some clothes that had hung from the couch over to Chris, who slipped them on. “Let’s remedy that! They’re a hot surprise, too, in a way.” He winked at Chris, who grinned back.

“And later we’ll return to the original hot surprise,” Chris muttered into Phichit’s ear as he pulled him close briefly, while Yuuri took off shoes and coat.

Phichit kissed his cheek gently. 

“I certainly hope so.”

[n3rdlif343va]

*Runs in* ... *TACKLES WITH KISSES!* 💗👄💋😚😘💋👄💗 *Stays*

Phichimetti kisses for you ;) (Also, you better stay!!)

This is a little teaser for my longer post which will catch up prompts 2-6 for A Very Merry Phichimetti Week! It is not too late to join me and @daysinrussiavictuuri for our celebration!!!

Read the prequel fic here and day 1 prompt here :) Mine are happening chronologically!

Everything about their morning had been rushed. They hadstayed up way too late indulging in the feeling of being together and sleptthrough their alarms in the morning. Chris’s apartment was filled with themournful soundtrack of their groans as they tried to rush themselves intopractice clothes despite the aches in their bodies from sleeping on the floorin front of the fireplace. Their promises to move to the bed had been broken inthe heat of their kisses and comforting warmth of each other’s arms.

With morning protein shakes in hand, they raced togethertoward Chris’s rink, sporting matching grins as they flew through the doorswith exactly two minutes to spare. Their grins only spread wider as Chris’scoach yelled for “the lovebirds to hit the ice.” With a wink, Chris led Phichitto the locker room to change into their skates.

“We need a selfie before we get all sweaty!” Phichit pulledChris to his side, adjusting the camera angle.

Waiting until Phichit’s thumb was flexing to snap thepicture, Chris whispered, “I love when you are all sweaty,” bending down topress a kiss to Phichit’s neck. He laughed against Phichit’s skin as his boyfriendmade an adorably startled noise. Shifting only to look at the picture, Chrislaughed harder at the look on Phichit’s face. “Not appropriate for posting, forsure.” Chris continued to press little kisses to Phichit’s shoulder.

“We were on time and now you are going to make us late,”Phichit pouted, trying to scoot away from Chris and laughing as he was draggedback to Chris’s side. “I want one good picture, pleeaseeeee.” Turning his pouton Chris, Phichit batted his eyelashes innocently. “Tonight you can make mesweat all you want.” He snapped a picture of Chris’s surprised face, quicklysaving it to the Chris folder on his phone. “Are you going to cooperate now?”

The tone of Phichit’s question was playful and had Chrislaughing again, slinging an arm over Phichit’s shoulder to bring him closer. “Yes,my Peach, let’s get that picture.” Chris leaned in, watching Phichit fiddlewith the camera settings again.

“Watch the filter!” Phichit said happily, waiting untilChris made a little noise in reaction to the emoji mistletoe that was hangingin the frame. “Say cheese, sweetheart!” Phichit turned his face to press a kissto Chris’s cheek, taking the picture at the same time.

Examining his success, Phichit declared, “This is definitelypost worthy!” He laughed as Chris attempted to steal his phone, topplingbackwards off the bench and trying to scramble away as Chris came after him.

They were a laughing mess of limbs when the door to thelocker room banged open, revealing Chris’s amused looking coach. “Let’s leavethis kind of training for home, okay?” He smirked as Phichit turned red, andChris smiled back at him with a shameless smile. “Ice in five!” he called as heleft them alone again.

“Stop being distracting,” Chris whispered, kissing Phichit’sneck as his hand wandered up Phichit’s side. “If we don’t practice I can’t takeyou shopping later for Christmas sweaters and fuzzy socks.” He made a disappointednoise as Phichit jumped out of his grasp.

“You had me at shopping!” Phichit laughed, reaching down todrag Chris to his feet. “But later,” Phichit pressed close, sliding his handsup Chris’s chest to link his fingers behind Chris’s neck and drift his lipsbarely over Chris’s, “we can definitely explore that sweaty promise.” Droppinghis arms, Phichit sauntered from the locker room, looking over his shoulderwith a wink in Chris’s direction.

In all of his years of skating, Chris had never been lookingforward to a practice as he was to practicing with Phichit by his side. Almostas much as he was looking forward to Phichit’s promises for later.  

[ellayuki]

23.12.’17

mistletoe and the scent of frost

yuri!!! on ice, chris pov,

chris and phichit spend their first christmas as a couple together in zurich.

a very merry phichimetti week - day 12: christmas & new years: chris and phichit open their presents on christmas morning.

~

‘i wish us a merry christmas, i wish us a merry christmas, i wish us a merry christmas, and a happy new year~’

it’s christmas morning and they’re sitting down next to the tree they both decorated, opening their gifts. phichit sings the modified version of the carol with a excited smile on his face, looking soft in the rumpled, light blue pajamas he has yet to change out of, and chris thinks this is possibly the best christmas morning in all his twenty-six years of life.

he takes out his phone, snaps a pic of phichit tearing the wrapper off of his gift with a toothy grin and sparkling eyes, and posts it to instagram. he also sets his as the background wallpaper because it’s too adorable.

phichit squeals in delight when he finally opens the box in his lap, and chris can tell he’s chosen the gift perfectly. ‘like it?’ he asks, although he doesn’t need to.

‘i love it!’ phichit sets the box and wrapping paper aside and climbs into chris’ lap, hugging him fiercely and almost smothering him with kisses.

‘i’m glad,’ chris manages to say between kisses.

after phichit manages to get his fill (for now) of kisses, he sits down besides chris again. ‘open yours now,’ he says as he drops a box in chris’ hands.

chris does, though not as frantically as phichit had. inside he finds three pairs of the fluffiest, most ridiculous socks chris has ever seen, a soft, creamy white cardigan, and a huge, wine red cashmere scarf.

‘theses are lovely, phichit,’ he says, inspecting every piece carefully. ‘thank you, mon cher.’

‘i wanted to get you a christmas sweater,’ phichit tells him, looking a tiny bit sheepish. (chris finds it unbearably adorable.) ‘but i couldn’t find the perfect one, so. but! the socks are adorable as hell, and i thought you’d like them since the kitty on them looks like your cat a bit.’

they do, he’d noticed, and he finds the whole thing even more lovable.

he pulls phichit closer, wraps his arms securely around him, and wraps the scarf around them both like a shawl (it certainly is big enough). it’s warm.

like this, they snuggle quietly, contentedly, for a while, the perfect first christmas morning, and chris thinks he wants the rest of them from now on to be the same. maybe he’s getting a little ahead of himself, but he likes to think that phichit feels the same way, too.

[yaoi-trash-hubbo]

Day 6 of a very Phichimetti Christmas: Classic holiday movies!

Christmas was only about eight days away and Chris and Phichit were putting the last decorations out around their shared apartment. Which included some ornaments that they found in a box with other miscellaneous decorations.

"Phichit?"

"Yes, babe?"

"What is this?"

Phichit looked up from where he was fixing a strand of garland on the tree to see an ornament, that Phichit hadn't seen in a few years, hanging from one of Chris's fingers.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen this one since the last Christmas I spent in Detroit!" Phichit exclaimed, taking the ornament from his boyfriend and hanging it on the tree.

Chris was still looking on in confusion. "That is nice and all, but I still have no idea what that is supposed to be."

Chris pointed at the ornament that was hanging proudly in the center of the front of the tree. The ornament was shaped like a well-defined leg wearing a fish net stocking and a black stiletto heal, and attached to the top of the leg was a beige... Lamp shade?

Long story short, Chris was a little confused why his boyfriend would have an ornament of a sexy leg lamp.

"Oh, the leg lamp? That's from 'A Christmas Story', don't you remember that part when the dad won a "major award"?"

Chris just raised an eyebrow in question.

""Oh fudge?!"" Phichit asked trying to jog Chris's memory, but all he got in answer was Chris shrugging his shoulders.

""You'll shoot your eye out?!""

"Why on earth would I do that?"

Phichit gasped as if Chris had just slapped him in face. "YOU MEAN YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE MOVIE?!?!"

Chris looked at Phichit like he was growing a second head or something. "No, I guess I haven't."

"Well we are going to change that! Sit you're well defined ass on the couch because we are watching this movie, right now!"

Phichit quickly made his way over to the small bookshelf where they kept their CD's and DVD's. Within a few seconds Phichit was placing a disc in the DVD player and came back to the couch and sat down next to Chris.

"Prepare to watch a Christmas classic." Phichit said as he snuggled into Chris's side, preparing to watch the movie.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

A couple hours later the credits started to roll.

"So, what did you think?" Phichit asked, looking up at his boyfriend from where he was sitting.

"It was good, but I do have one question."

"What is it?"

"Why is that kid so obsessed with getting a BB gun? I mean, out of any other present in the world that he could ask for, he chooses a gun?"

"Oh, just be quiet and cuddle with me." Phichit admonished, getting comfy and enjoying the warmth that seemed to radiate from his boyfriend.

*The end*

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This was my first time writing for Phichimetti but I saw the propmpt and automatically started thinking this little story up. I hope you all enjoyed and, thanks for reading! :D <3

[euthymea]

Naughty or Nice by vkusno-katsudon (xevinx)

Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Phichit Chulanont/Christophe Giacometti

Summary: They’re supposed to be decorating their Christmas tree — but with the surprises that Chris and Phichit have in store for each other, they just keep on getting distracted.

For A Very Merry Phichimetti Week: ↳ Day 3 – Christmas Jumpers and Fuzzy Socks

[Thanks to @daysinrussiavictuuri & @n3rdlif343va for organising this event!!]

[aeriefel]

OTL I really want to do the very merry phichimetti week but I've had to study the past few days for my finals ;A;

[ao3feed-yurionice]

mistletoe and the scent of frost

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iZ4eYF

by EllaYuki

chris and phichit spend their first christmas as a couple together in zurich.

Words: 524, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti

Relationships: Phichit Chulanont/Christophe Giacometti

Additional Tags: A Very Merry Phichimetti Week, POV Alternating, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Christmas Fluff

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2iZ4eYF

[nikiviki]

A Very Merry Phichimetti Week day 3: Sweaters and Fuzzy Socks

*posts a day late and runs*

[nikiviki]

A Very Merry Phichimetti Week Day 6: classic holiday movie

have a knockoff hallmark christmas movie because i watched like 10 of these back to back yesterday to feel festive. I imagine Chris is probably a city guy who’s flight home for the holidays gets cancelled so he stays in this small town known for their skating rink and there he meets Phichit who teaches him about the history of the town and their love for skating and along the way they fall in love and discover the true meaning of christmas. 

[f-yeah-phichimetti]

Someone Special

A Very Merry Phichimetti Week - Day 7 - Kissing under a Mistletoe

Mistletoe.

It wouldn’t be awkward or weird. It was a tradition, after all. And a lot of people had already kissed Chris under the mistletoe. Or been kissed by Chris. He’d smooched Viktor and Yuuri, and Sara had kissed his cheek, and Phichit was sure that only Chris’ size kept Michele from attacking him for it. He’d kissed a flustered Seung-Gil, even, and Guang Hong had taken a selfie of himself trying to kiss Chris, standing on tiptoe, but still not reaching the proffered cheek. Chris’ expression had been comically helpless, and Phichit would have marvelled more at this masterpiece of a selfie, if he hadn’t been so preoccupied.

The thing was, that sure, he’d get to kiss Chris, but it wouldn’t mean anything. 

And he wanted it to mean something.

To mean everything.

So he kept away from Chris that night, hard as it was, feeling a little maudlin, but not sure at all what to do about it.

Mistletoe.

It was the perfect opportunity, and Chris had strategically placed himself almost directly underneath one, and near the bar at that. Kissing and being kissed all night had been fun, but someone in particular had been conspicuously absent. 

He gave up, eventually, abandoning his post and with it his brilliant plan that had proved not so brilliant after all. Maybe Phichit didn’t enjoy random kisses. Maybe he didn’t like Chris all that much. They were on friendly terms, maybe even a little more than friendly, or at least Chris had thought so. But he might be mistaken. He had been wrong before, though not often.

Phichit was nowhere to be seen now, and maybe Chris was getting too old to stay up all night and drink, anyway. It just didn’t feel the way it used too. 

So he emptied his last glass of champagne and after saying a few quick ‘good nights’ made his way out of the banquet hall and over to the elevator. 

His heart seemed to miss a beat when he saw the slim figure just entering it.

“Wait up!” he called, and Phichit immediately put his foot down between elevator and hallway so the door wouldn’t close. 

“Thank you.”

Phichit smiled at him, though it didn’t really reach his eyes.

“You’re leaving early.”

“So are you.”

Phichit didn’t reply, but after Chris had hit the button for his floor and the doors had shut, he said: “That mistletoe saw a lot of action tonight.”

Chris looked down at him, and even though it sounded cheeky, Phichit still looked - not sad, not exactly, but not his usual bright self, either.

Chris just shrugged in reply.

“The turnout was alright. But quality-wise...” He made a vague hand-gesture, and Phichit raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Let’s just say, one kiss from someone special means more than all the kisses from people who are... well, not not special, but not... special special.”

Phichit snorted at that most eloquent line, and Chris had to chuckle, too.

“I am a bit tipsy. Wording is hard.” He winked.

“So. No one special kissed you?” Phichit said, voice low and thoughtful.

Chris sighed.

“He just didn’t seem interested. And I’d been standing right underneath the mistletoe all evening, too. He could have walked over any time.”

He could hear Phichit’s sharp intake of breath next to him, hoping that his meaning was clear, that they were talking about the same thing.

“Maybe he didn’t think mistletoe kisses meant anything?” Phichit said eventually, casting a sideways glance at Chris before looking back at the closed door.

“Ah. Maybe. But with him, it would have meant something. A lot, actually.”

He kept looking at Phichit, who was resolutely not looking at Chris.

“Well, maybe...” Phichit bit his lip. “Maybe then you don’t need a mistletoe.”

Chris turned to him, and at the movement, Phichit finally turned to him, too, looked at him, his eyes searching, but not for long, because Chris leant down and pressed his lips very gently to his, one hand cupping Phichit’s cheek, stroking it with his thumb. It was electrifying, his heart racing, Phichit’s lips soft and sweet, and every other kiss he’d gotten that night paled in comparison.

Phichit drew closer, even as the elevator door pinged open, pulling Chris down with one hand on his neck, wrapping the other around his waist.

“I believe this is your floor,” Chris muttered against Phichit’s lips, though he didn’t want to stop this, not at all. Never, if possible.

Wordlessly, Phichit took Chris’ hand and pulled him along with him, and Chris let himself be led out of the elevator very willingly.

Maybe mistletoes were overrated, after all.

[n3rdlif343va]

A Very Merry Phichimetti Christmas Week! Day 1

This is my day one for A Very Merry Phichimetti Christmas Week being “run” by the awesome @daysinrussiavictuuri and myself :) If you would like to join us, you can find the prompts here!

Day 1 is Travel & Airports, and I handled this a little differently ;) Also, my ficlets are all happening in order, you can find the prequel fic here :)

There was a mound of blankets and pillows spread around them on the floor as Phichit and Chris cuddled in front of Chris’s fireplace. Phichit had his head resting on Chris’s stomach, one arm stretched back, tracing lazy circles over Chris’s rib cage while the other was busy picking at threads in the old woven blanket covering his legs. Chris’s fingers were running lines at the waistband of Phichit’s pajama pants, and Phichit was trying to deny how much he wanted Chris to dip underneath the elastic.

Dinner had been takeout, consumed next to each other on the couch as they both laughed at how tired they were after their first day of training together. Chris had been lovingly calling Phichit a blessed distraction since nine a.m. that morning, and Phichit hadn’t gotten over his instant blush to the nickname. In turn, Phichit had stuck to traditional nicknames for Chris, sometimes even verging on cheesy with the intention of making Chris grin the genuine smile Phichit had grown so fond of. At the end of practice, Chris’s coach had told Phichit he was a good influence on his skater, and Chris had promptly choked on his water. “No way,” Chris had mouthed at Phichit with a wink, making Phichit giggle into his hand.

After the dinner containers had been tossed in the trash and they had changed into their pajamas, Chris had started dragging blankets from the top of his closet, declaring it a perfect night for a fire. Watching Chris carefully stroke the fire to a hypnotizing burn, Phichit had definitely agreed with the sentiment. When Chris pulled him down onto the pile of softness, smelling like firewood and lavender lotion, Phichit had immediately snuggled into him, relishing the feeling of being together. Mentally he had ticked down the second day of their time together, but Phichit refused to let that thought break into his happiness. Chris was solid and warm beneath his head and he wasn’t going to derail the beauty of that by thinking about their limited time.

Chris’s stomach bounced as he began to hum I see the light from Disney’s Tangled. When they had watched the movie during dinner, Chris had sang the song in French, nearly causing Phichit to pass out from his breathlessness. The gentle kiss pressed against his lips at the end of Chris’s song made Phichit’s heart stall in his chest.

Although it was currently beating a mile a minute as Chris began to gently trace Phichit’s belly button under his t-shirt.

“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?” Chris’s voice had taken on a dreamy element, almost as if he was lulling himself to sleep by his movements over Phichit’s skin.

Phichit, however, was feeling the warm flow of arousal washing under his skin and took a second to process Chris’s question. Pulling his eyes from the view of Chris’s hand under his shirt, Phichit turned his head to gaze up at his boyfriend. Chris looked like an angel, his long eyelashes resting against his cheeks, his eyes closed in sleepiness. A poke to Phichit’s stomach made him squeak, and Phichit stuck his tongue out at Chris when he opened one eye to smirk at Phichit. “Right now?” Phichit said, rotating onto his belly so he could run his fingertips over Chris’s cheek, “I wouldn’t go anywhere, I would stay right here forever.”

He was caught off-guard when Chris suddenly sat up toppling Phichit backwards and leaning over top of him for a kiss. There were always flutters whenever Chris kissed him and Phichit sighed into the kiss, pouting slightly when Chris pulled back. “Actually…” Phichit started, smiling as Chris’s chuckle rumbled against his chest, “I have never been to any of the Disney Parks. Maybe I would like to go there, as long as you promise to sing to me.”

Chris laughed, shaking his head and moving to kiss Phichit again when suddenly he sat up, pulling Phichit with him. “Wait, you never went to Disney World or Land? Even when you were in the States? How can that be?”

It was impossible not to steal another kiss with how adorably concerned Chris looked over this information. Scooting closer, Phichit stole his kiss, letting it linger before settling back with a smile and a shrug. “I was training and I was on scholarship so my grades had to be good. Fun wasn’t really a priority, you know.” The sadness flickered in Chris’s eyes and Phichit realized that Chris knew exactly what he was describing. Striving to be the best came at a cost, one that Phichit was starting to wonder if it was worth paying. He was relieved to see the sadness dissipate as Chris tackled him back onto the blankets.

“I’m going to take you someday. You and me, matching shirts and Mickey ears, dancing in front of the castle and making magic of our own. You’ll love it, I promise.” Bringing his lips down to meet Phichit’s, Chris sealed his words with a kiss.

It was a beautiful idea, but Phichit knew that he didn’t need international travel to find a fairy tale, he had all the makings of one right there in Chris’s apartment on a pile of blankets in front of a flickering fire.

[ellayuki]

16.12.’17

mistletoe and the scent of frost

yuri!!! on ice, phichit pov,

chris and phichit spend their first christmas as a couple together in zurich.

a very merry phichimetti week - day 5: cuddling in front of a fireplace: chris’s house has a fireplace, of course, and they take advantage of it. though not as much as phichit might like.

~

‘why am i not surprised you have a fireplace in this place?’ phichit giggles as he gets more comfortable against chris’ chest. chris chuckles, and phichit feels it more than hears it.

‘well, why wouldn’t i? it’s just perfect for a good cuddle like this when it’s cold outside.’

he’s right, phichit thinks to himself; says as much, too. it is perfect. it’s warm, the pile of blankets under and around them are comfortable, and the mulled wine makes everything just that much better.

he sighs, a long, contented breath, and thinks that this is the best cuddle session ever.

chris wraps his arms tighter around him, pulls him closer, and buries his nose in phichit’s hair, and oh, phichit would very much like to never move from this spot, from chris’ embrace for the rest of forever, if possible.

the volume on the music that completes the atmosphere, something slow and instrumental, though not very christmassy, is low enough not to cover the crackle and pop of the fire, and slowly, phichit feels sleep slowly tugging at his eyelids. it’s the kind of drowsiness that he loves, the kind that seeps into his very bones, and leaves him content like little else.

‘falling asleep, cher?’ comes chris’ amused voice, and phichit opens his eyes, realizes he’d almost nodded off.

he blinks slowly up at chris, a sleepy smile curling up his lips. ‘hmm, yeah. you’re really comfy,’ he says, because it’s true. he nuzzles closer, rubbing his nose into chris’ neck, and places a kiss to whatever bit of skin is within immediate reach.

chris noses at his hair, and pulls the blankets closer, tucks them better around the two of them.

‘sleep, then,’ he says, and though normally phichit would like to protest, maybe take advantage of such a nice situation, he feels himself obeying the quiet command.

[f-yeah-phichimetti]

Delayed

For A Very Merry Phichimetti Week - Day 1 -  Traveling &/or Arriving at Airports

It was late. It was cold. He’d been up since five, training most of the day, and it was close to midnight now. All he wanted to do was sleep.

But he also didn’t want to go to bed that night without Phichit in his arms.

Phichit, whose flight had been severely delayed.

Airports were not exactly places Chris found particularly exciting, and waiting for hours for his boyfriend to arrive was slow torture. He’d dozed off in one of the hard plastic chairs at some point and woken up with a start, feeling groggy and dried out. He kept checking his phone, not that there would be anything from Phichit, and he didn’t really care about anything else, but it was a way to pass some time, at least.

When the speakers finally announced Phichit’s flight, he could have cried in relief. Chris rushed over to the gate, waiting with mounting impatience for the passengers to show.

And then there he was. His eyes alighted on Chris and he could have sworn the entire airport had lit up with Phichit’s smile. Suddenly it was a beautiful place, simply because Phichit was here. Chris opened his arms and Phichit ran over, slightly hindered by his luggage, but flew into Chris’ arms nonetheless.

For a few minutes, they just stood there, holding each other tightly, Phichit’s face pressed against Chris’ chest while Chris kissed the top of his head, inhaling the familiar scent he had missed so much.

Then Phichit lifted his head, smiling, eyes bright with unshed tears and pulled Chris down into a long, soft kiss.

“Have you been waiting long? The flight took forever, I wanted to cry when they announced the final descent.”

Chris kissed his forehead and cheeks and pulled him close again, smiling.

“It was worth it. For you I can wait forever, love.”

“Aaw.” He heard Phichit sniffle and laugh at the same time. “You’re always so smooth. I love you. I missed you.”

“Me, too. I love you so much. Come, let’s get you home.”

[ellayuki]

21.12.’17

mistletoe and the scent of frost

yuri!!! on ice, chris pov,

chris and phichit spend their first christmas as a couple together in zurich.

a very merry phichimetti week - day 10: planning and performing an ice show: phichit tells chris about his dream ice show and chris decides he wants to help him with it.

~

‘okay so, let me see if i got this right,’ chris says, feeling a little dizzy. he sets the blue and orange tree ornament he’d been contemplating back down in its box. ‘hamsters, princes, fairy godsisters, and… space?’

phichit’s eyes sparkle, grin stretching almost impossibly, but chris can see the tiny bit of hesitant nervousness hiding just under the surface. ‘more or less, yeah. i mean, i don’t know, i’ve had this idea in my head for a couple of years now.’ he raises on the tips of his toes, hooking a tiny candy cane to one of the higher tree branches.

‘does yuuri know about this? or celestino?’ chris asks, curious. he wonders what phichit’s oldest friend thinks about phichit’s idea for an ice show.

‘i haven’t told anyone until now,’ phichit tells him, fingers scratching at his cheep, self-conscious. and oh. he’s even blushing a little now. chris finds it adorable. he also finds it humbling that phichit trusts him enough to share this with him when he hasn’t evn told his best friend.

‘alright,’ he says, and pulls phichit in for a quick kiss. ‘when do you want to do it? next summer? or the one after? have you thought about who you want in it?’

for a moment, phichit looks up at him, a bit dazed, like he hadn’t expected the questions. it’s rare for chris to see him caught off guard, so he adds, ‘do you have someone in mind for the music? i can recommend you to someone if you want. and we’ll have to schedule it for a time when the others aren’t busy with their own shows so they can help.’

phichit blinks at him, still quiet for a long moment. and then, he wraps the length of golden tinsel he’d just picked up around chris and pulls him in. the kiss is fiery, but chris can feel gratitude and happiness coming off of phichit in waves.

‘you’re amazing, do you know?’ phichit tells him when they part, panting. chris kisses his nose.

‘i do, but i like hearing it from time to time,’ he says with a wink, before he lets go of phichit and goes back to decorating the tree. ‘we’ll sit down and make a proper plan after we’re done decorating, what do you say?’

phichit’s answering smile is brighter than all the christmas lights, and chris thinks he kind of really loves him.

[ellayuki]

22.12.’17

mistletoe and the scent of frost

yuri!!! on ice, phichit pov,

chris and phichit spend their first christmas as a couple together in zurich.

a very merry phichimetti week - day 11: coffee shop and evening restaurant dates: a small moment while phichit and chris have dinner. 

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the restaurant is cute, homey, and phichit would stare at all the cute christmas decorations in awe if he wouldn’t be so damn ravenous.

chris laughs at him, fondly, like chris usually does, mostly because he’d been trying to get phichit to eat for most of the day but phichit had had other things on his mind and hadn’t felt hungry until early into the evening.

they’d gone to a little coffee shop in the morning, a little place a couple of blocks away from chris’ house, and phichit had filled his stomach with a hearty breakfast, followed by half a basket of gingerbread. and after that, well, they’ve kept busy, skating, shopping, skating again, making phone calls, and just having fun.

it was already six when hunger caught up to him, and now here they are.

‘is the food good?’ chris asks, amused, as he takes a sip of his red wine.

phichit looks up from his food, hums an affirmative, and then swallows. ‘very,’ he says. ‘this place seems nice.’ he looks around as he chews another mouthful, notes the tinsel and the multicolored lights, the festive, yet quiet atmosphere.

chris laughs some more at that. ‘i knew you’d like it.’ after he takes another bite, he adds, ‘i was thinking we should come here with victor and yuuri when they arrive in a few days.’

phichit nods. ‘that’s a good idea,’ he says. ‘although yuuri will need to watch what he eats since we’re in the middle of the season.’ chris raises an eyebrow at him, looking pointedly at the mini-feast on their table. phichit waves a careless hand in front of him. ‘what? i don’t gain weight as easily as yuuri, so i can afford to break my diet for a few days once in a while.’

chris shrugs, says nothing, and leans over to steal a kiss.

they continue eating in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the quiet music, the murmur of the other diners, and each other’s company.