#happy birthday vitya

[yoi-incorrect-quotes]

Viktor: In the words of Paris Hilton, "You should live every day like it's your birthday" and since it actually is your birthday today--

Yuuri: I already told you, I'm not changing into my 'birthday suit'

Viktor: But, Yuuri :(

[rikichie]

My art for @batmads-ao3 for @yurionice-secretsanta. I hope you like it!

Also, happy birthday, Vitya.

As a kid when we did secret santa, since we were a bunch of Jewish kids, it wasn't seasonal and we called it "the giant and the dwarf." You got to be someone's dwarf and secretly and sneakily leave them little gifts until the big one.

[trofysisters]

Тося, Илона

Могли бы подчиненные Илоны узнать в мирной домохозяйке, пекущей блинчики, своего сурового генерала? За время декрета Илона решила развить свои навыки, в том числе в готовке. (Could Ilona's subordinates recognize their stern general in a peaceful housewife baking pancakes? During her maternity leave, Ilona decided to develop her skills, including cooking)

Так они вместе с мужем Виктором и присматривали за сыном, изучая учебники. (So she and her husband Victor looked after their son, studying textbooks)

Тося привезла с работы коллегу, с которой хотела подружиться, но та, возможно из зависти, предложила Тосе бросить высокооплачиваемую работу градостроителем и стать продавцом в Маккорм-авто, где работал Илья старшим менеджером. (Tosya brought home a colleague from work with whom she wanted to be friends, but she, perhaps out of envy, suggested that Tosya quit her high-paying job as a city planner and become a salesperson at McCorm-Auto, where Ilya worked as a senior manager)

Отмахнувшись от сомнительного предложения, Тося пошла переодеваться к празднованию Дня рождения любимого вну��а. Виктор очень хотел, чтобы его мама тоже пришла, но Вера работала, как и Илья. (Having brushed off the dubious offer, Tosya went to change clothes for the celebration of her beloved grandson's birthday. Victor really wanted his mother to come too, but Vera worked, just like Ilya)

Отмечали День рождения в узком кругу без семьи Тимофея, поскольку он сидел дома со своими младшими детьми, но Иван всё равно был счастлив на 14 000 баллов и мечтал о новых игрушках. (They celebrated the birthday in a small circle without Timofey's family, since he was sitting at home with his younger children, but Ivan was still happy 14,000 points and dreamed of new toys)

Но костюмчик внуку Тося подобрала такой старомодный, что Виктор поспешил в магазин за новой одеждой. (But Tosya picked out such an old-fashioned suit for her grandson that Victor hurried to the store for new clothes)

Он купил заодно новую одежду для жены и тещи. В магазине Виктор увидел сестру, но та почти сразу ушла. Вероника приходила не одна, а с мамой, которую Виктор был очень рад видеть. (He also bought new clothes for his wife and mother-in-law. Victor saw his sister in the store, but she left almost immediately. Veronica came not alone, but with her mother, Victor was very happy to see her)

Для мамы всё должно быть самое лучшее, поэтому он повел ее в ресторан. На самом деле, выбор был невелик: кафе либо ресторан, но Вера часто ходила в кафе с Васей, и Виктор не хотел вызвать в ней чувство утраты. (For her mother, everything should be the best, so he took her to a restaurant. In fact, the choice was small: a cafe or a restaurant, but Vera often went to a cafe with Vasya, and Victor did not want to make her feel lost)

Конечно, он тоже очень скучал по отцу. Чтобы отвлечь маму от грустных мыслей, Виктор рассказывал ей об успехах Ивана. (Of course, he also missed his father very much. To distract his mother from sad thoughts, Victor told her about Ivan's successes)

К сожалению или к счастью, Илона требовала от сына успехов, ведь у него успешные родители. Чтобы порадовать маму, Иван захотел получить пятерку в шк��ле, но на самом деле его интересовали игры на детской площадке, скакалки, рисунки - то, что должно интересовать обычного ребенка. (Unfortunately or fortunately, Ilona demanded success from her son, because he has successful parents. To please his mother, Ivan wanted to get an A at school, but in reality he was interested in playing on the playground, jumping ropes, drawing - things that should interest an ordinary child)

Утром Илона пошла принимать ванну, там и родила близнецов - Вику и Витю. (In the morning, Ilona went to take a bath, where she gave birth to twins - a girl Vika and a boy Vitya)

Главврач Эдуард прибежал на помощь и обалдел от количества внуков у Тоси. (The head doctor Eduard came running to help and was stunned by the number of grandchildren Tosya had)

Уложив малышей спать, Виктор позаботился о жене, ведь она очень устала от беременности и родов. Хорошо, что об Иване заботиться почти не нужно, он сидит себе тихонечко с книгой по физиологии и изучает откуда берутся дети. (Having put the kids to bed, Victor took care of his wife, because she was very tired from pregnancy and childbirth. It's good that there is almost no need to take care of Ivan, he sits quietly with a book on physiology and studies where babies come from)

Тося решила запустить воздушного змея, купленного в Лавке мастеров, вот только черные тучи будто предвестники неизбежного вызывали в ней беспокойство. (Tosya decided to launch a kite bought at the Masters' Shop, but the black clouds, like harbingers of the inevitable, made her uneasy)

Вместе с Ильей она перемыла косточки ветреной Наде и понесла кормить внучку, надеясь быстро вернуться к мужу и продолжить в более романтической атмосфере. (Together with Ilya, she washed the bones of the flighty Nadya and carried her granddaughter to feed, hoping to quickly return to her husband and continue in a more romantic atmosphere)

Но случиться этому было не суждено. Когда Илона увидела призрачную фигуру, у нее подкосились ноги от дурного предчувствия. (But it was not meant to be. When Ilona saw the ghostly figure, her legs buckled from a bad feeling)

Илья прожил долгую, насыщенную и счастливую жизнь, уйдя на 73 году жизни, но его близкие были безутешны. (Ilya lived a long, rich and happy life, passing away at the age of 73, but his loved ones were inconsolable)

Виктор постарался поддержать своих близких, а за ужином Иван с детской непосредственностью спросил: "А бабушка тоже умрет?". Пусть это звучало грубо, но на самом деле мальчик очень любил всех своих родных. (Victor tried to support his loved ones, and at dinner Ivan asked with childish spontaneity: "Will grandma die too?" Although it sounded rude, in fact the boy loved all his relatives very much)

Тося ушла в свою комнату, куда поставила урну Ильи, чтобы в одиночестве предаться скорби. Она не собиралась сдаваться так просто, она хотела найти способ победить Смерть, ведь они с Ильей еще не исполнили их последний танец. (Tosya went to her room, where she put Ilya's urn, to mourn alone. She was not going to give up so easily, she wanted to find a way to defeat Death, because she and Ilya had not yet performed their last dance)

Может стоит брать пример с детей? Иван, погоревав по дедушке, вновь занялся своими детскими забавами, ведь всему свое время. (Maybe it is worth following the example of children? Ivan, having grieved for his grandfather, again took up his childish games, because everything has its time)

[yaoiconnoisseur]

Happy birthday Vitya 🎉

Elite athlete or not, he had to have had one birthday where he got absolutely fucking trashed while underage

[confessingadventuretime]

Hello, it’s Vitya, the one with the cancer. I have good news this time! Firstly, your gif made me smile. I cannot express how much it meant to me to be able to speak freely for a moment. People expect you to be hopeful with these sorts of things and nobody took well to my attitude surrounding it.

Secondly, the largest of the tumours has stopped growing, the others have slowed significantly. My medical team and I are reconsidering our options.

I am hopeful that I will see my next birthday this December. If I do, I’m going to get piss drunk with my work partner. It sounds like a sad celebration, I know, but I cannot think of anything more joyful that we could do. He has been here for me even while I have pushed him away. I am an absolute idiot for doing that.

And lastly, every time I have to go back to the hospital I think to myself, “I don't want to go dentist, Jake. They put you in a hole filled with snakes and rotten butter and they leave you there.” And the waiting room really does feel like a hole filled with snakes and rotten butter. So does the entire building. I’ve never been more glad I didn’t go into the medical field. Imagine working every day in a hole filled with snakes and rotten butter…

I'm so happy Adventure Time brings you comfort.

AT was my comfort show during my last two years of high school. This was my comfort blog. School for me felt like that episode where Jake gets trapped in the pit.

[smol-lydia]

So one of my lovely friends in the Viktor server who doesn’t have a tumblr *does* have a birthday today and I wanted to make a little post with some more Jewish!Viktor headcanons for them cause hey enjoy those as well as some 1920s AU Jayce ones as they love Jayce and we’ve talked a lot about this AU.

Happy birthday Ghoul 🎂💜

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⭐️Jewish Vik HC (the sequel)⭐️

— His whole family calls him Vitya. If they’re calling him Viktor, that’s how he knows he’s in Trouble with a capital T.

— the rabbi in the part of Zaun where Viktor’s people have settled is a yordle who, like most yordle a, is older than everyone else. He’s been there longer than anyone else can remember. The running joke is the he’s been around as long as the prophet Elijah. He’s simply known as the Rav.

— Viktor’s favorite savory food from back home is noodle kugel. His favorite sweet food is chocolate babka (with a glass of sweet milk)

— Viktor’s secret talent is that he can play folk songs that are popular in his part of Zaun on the fiddle. He learned this from a cousin when he was young and almost no one in Piltover knows this about him but if you get the man drunk enough and give him a fiddle you would be very surprised by what happens.

—Viktor’s parents have passed from the same lung disease (Lung Blight) he has, but he has many cousins. He claims not to have favorites but secretly his favorite cousin is Sonja, she is sixteen and looks up to him, wanting to be a scientist too. He hopes he can use some HexTech money to send her to the Academy so she can have a chance rather than how he got in.

—Viktor’s intense sense of justice and deep desire to help people is very much instilled by the values and culture of his people.

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💋 1920s Jayce headcanons💋

— Jayce is a radio personality. With his voice and charisma, how could he not be? On the weekends, however, you’re likely to catch him playing with a jazz band at the local speakeasy

— Jayce makes a mean old-fashioned. Prohibition is something more like…a suggestion to him, as with most people who have bottles of liquor tucked away. He doesn’t deal in the shadier sides of bootlegging but he knows how to appreciate the finer things in life and wants you to, as well

— Ultimate gentleman. He will open doors for you, light your cigarette for you, carry your high heels for you at the end of the night. Has occasionally been known to carry you home if you’ve drunk too much.

— Though he himself is not the best at holding his liquor. He gets drunk quickly and easily so he’s learned to watch himself.

— He’s so generous with his lover. Golden retriever boyfriend. He wants to take you to the theatre, the movie palace, the ice cream parlor, every hidden gem the city has to offer. Only the best for you.

— He’s a bad driver. He has a beautiful car but uh, he’s not the best at driving it. He tries so hard though. 🥺

[gabapple]

Part of last night's campfire... Happy birthday, Vitya!

[yurionice-secretsanta]

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. 

[suiine]

Ice Adolescences

(some theories behind the movie poster, with 100% historically accurate 2000s Vityas)

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Birthday Fics - Viktor Edition

Happy birthday Vitya!

A different birthday by surburbanimmortalhusbands  | T | Yuuri/Victor | 2k

Now that Yuuri is in Viktor's life, Viktor won't have to spend his birthday alone.

Birthday Tradition by iknowthismuchistrue | G | Yuuri/Victor | 1k

Yuuri wakes up in the middle of the night on December 25th and realizes he still has so much to learn about Victor.

December 25th by cyanoscarlet | G | Yuuri/Victor | <1k

Even now, Yuuri still can't believe this is his life now, from chasing after his idol from afar to waking up on Christmas morning in his arms.

for all the ones who hurt the most by perennials | G | Yuuri/Victor | 3k

“I'm growing old. It's not something worth celebrating,” Viktor explains, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible. His hand stops moving, folds itself over Yuuri’s like a glove.

“It is in my eyes, though,” Yuuri says thoughtfully. “It means the last year I spent with you isn't just a dream. It means we have another one together.”

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Or, Viktor's birthday approaches, Viktor drifts away, and Yuuri does his best not to let him go.

Home means so much more when it's four letters traced into the palm of your hand.

how to surprise your incredibly nosy boyfriend: a guide by elesssar  | NR | Yuuri/Victor | 3k

not written by katsuki yuuri, the least subtle person on the planet, because oh my god keeping secrets from viktor is pretty much impossible

Le Bon Anniversaire by daivinchi | G | Yuuri/Victor | 2k

It wasn’t until Yuri asked what Yuuri got for Victor’s birthday that he panics.

The Best Kind of Present by Reiya | T | Yuuri/Victor | 2k

Yuuri is having a crisis over what to get Viktor for his birthday. Thankfully, Viktor already has a pretty good idea of what he wants...

the greatest gift there’s ever been by wartransmission | G | Yuuri/Victor | <1k

“It’s not fair,” Yuuri tells him. “It’s your birthday but you’re the one giving me such a wonderful gift.” 

[winglesscrows]

Christmas in Japan was not celebrated like most other countries celebrated the festive holiday. The green and red decorations were mostly adopted from other countries, because it looked nice, and the same went for Christmas trees, mistletoes and everything else that screamed a western Christmas holiday. But the holiday was still celebrated throughout the country, mainly as a time for lovers to spend time and care for each other among the beautiful lights and cherry atmosphere.

Of course for Yuuri, despite being happily married, because he had spent roughly his last ten birthdays competing at the Japanese National Championship, he had never quite taken part in those particular celebrations. And tonight, despite it being Christmas Eve, he was still in a hotel room, his gold medal more or less forgotten, as he was complaining about yet another celebration he didn’t quite have time for.

“How is it that we managed to get married before we celebrated your birthday together?” Yuuri sighed, the list of skaters invited to the gala taking place on Christmas Day in his hand.

“Nationals are a bitch,” Viktor said as a matter-of-fact. He was currently not with Yuuri on the bed, but sitting by their high-rise window, looking down on all the lights illuminating the night from beneath them.

“And we’re still stuck in a hotel, I have to skate tomorrow and probably do a whole lot of media things, and you don’t even seem to care,” Yuuri continued. How many times had he not dreamt of being able to spend the entirety of Viktor’s birthday together, with no interruptions or responsibilities? But as long as Yuuri was competing, it seemed impossible.

“I do care,” Viktor retorted lightly, “But I’ve never celebrated my birthday on my actual birthday before, so I don’t mind waiting a day or two.”

“Nationals are a bitch,” Yuuri repeated and sat up on the bed to look at Viktor properly, “But don’t you want to do something tomorrow? I’m sure we can find time.” It might not be the perfect birthday celebration Yuuri dreamt of, but they would get there eventually. The least Yuuri could do was make sure that he celebrated and spoiled Viktor as much as time would allow him.

“Then,” Viktor sang, and turned around to look at Yuuri with a glimmer in his eyes, “Let’s go to the Christmas market.”

“For your birthday? I thought you’d want something more… intimate?” Yuuri questioned, but Viktor continued to smile gayly, clearly having something in mind.

“Don’t you want to celebrate Christmas in Japan, though?” Viktor continued excitingly, “The lights, the food, the romantic atmosphere...” He trailed off as he no doubt imagined his perfect date in Japan and Yuuri could only shake his head in defeat.

“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” he said as Viktor moved from the window and crawled onto his lap.

“It’d be perfect though,” he purred and let Yuuri kiss him before he could give into his request.

“So despite neither of us actually celebrating Christmas, you find that more exciting than your actual birthday, which we’ll be spending together for the first time?”

“No one said we couldn’t combine the two,” Viktor smiled as the clock struck midnight, and he gained another kiss from Yuuri.

“Happy Birthday, Viktor.”

[chat-noir-chocolat]

Life - Day 7 @vityaweek Look at those lips...sorry, eyes. I meant eyes.... :D Ver. 1. Obviously ver. 2 must include Yuuri *_*

[cheesedoots]

Hehehe, happy bday to my two fav vityas, @ice-daddy-vitya and @gdivitya! a bit late, im super duper sorry, but enjoy!!!

[k-yuri]

Something I did really quick for Vitya week day 7: Life HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTOR~

[gladiatortale]

MERRY VIC-MAS BITCHES!! 🎄🎄

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VICTOR NIKIFOROV!

[victormywife]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTOR NIKIFOROV!!🎂🎊🎉😭🤧♥️ also Merry Christmas y'all!🎄❄♥️

PLEASE COME BACK NEXT YEAR!! WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU SOOO MUCH!!😭😩♥️