#yuuri voice casper

[xskullytonx]

More silly lazy doodles from yesterday ^u^🌸

[stupd000]

“because it’s a skateboard trick.😐”

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

“No it don’t make me uncomfortable. I’m just a little guy!”

God I love my little rat man

[catella-ars]

Noot noot YuuriVoice OCs!

YV was, I think, the first ASMRP character art romance story thing I got into, yet here it is, the last to get fan characters. Ah well. Better late than never.

Anabelle (she/they)

An out-of-towner with a less-than-stellar past who wants to retire from shenanigans with her boy(s).

Baker, Badass, Tall

6′6″

“Boo,” “Sugar,” “Boss”

Scott (he/they)

Is pretty buttoned-up during business hours, but likes to get rowdy when he’s off the clock.

Mechanic, Punk, Sarcastic

5′5″

“Darlin’,” “(Cub) Scout,” “Spitfire”

Caspian (they/them)

Got back to town shortly before Charlie. Doesn’t believe in fate, but...

Skater, Artist, Nonverbal

5′8″

“Casper,” “Cas”

Todd (he/him)

I almost just named this little shit Fox I don’t even care--

Ginger, Menace, Short

5′

“Sunflower,” “Love,” “Fox,” “Orchid”

Vetle (they/them)

Wants to “make an honest man” of Faust, but will take what they can get.

Barista, Tailor, Simp

6′

“Love,” “Vet”

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Thinking about Actor Au like how @no-see-um-incorrect did!

Bittersweet:

Interviewer: So tell me about you holding the gun at Derek?

Boo giggling: okay so like that came up bc I was reading the script and the backstory of Al, Seth and Derek.

Alphonse: oh shit yeah!

Boo: I was reading and just blurted out "I would put a bullet in this fuckers head." And everyone was shocked hearing me say that!

Seth: yeah bc you got this face when ya said it hon. Like you were actually gonna do it!

Boo: Yurri ended up liking the idea so that was added!

Star Cross Streamers:

Interviewer: So, when you started to work on Star Cross Streamer what did you think of actually meeting Star who is a big streamer?

Faust: I was actually really nervous meeting them and like acting with them as well. Since I'm an okay streamer and they're like a big shot right?

Star holding their chest: I made you nervous?!?!

Faust giggling: uuhhh yeah??? You were this cool person that was nice to everyone and I was a bitch.

Star: hey! You fixed your attitude anyways your much more enjoyable now!

Faust blinking: Did my attitude annoy you!?!?

Star giggling: no silly! I mean your just a but nicer now!

Escape:

Interviewer: Auron, we heard that when Rook first met you they flirted right away at you?

*Rook hiding their face and nodding*

Auron: Ha! They did Yuuri wanted dme to meet them and I walked in. A wolf whistle was heard and they shot me a "Hey handsome how you doing?~"

Rook blushing and looking away: God I was like shocked seeing a hot dude and decided to flirt to calm myself.

Auron: don't worry it was flattering and nice. Also Yuuri got a laugh out of it.

Rook: he did he was trying to breath as I was blushing and not looking at you as I apologized for coming off so strong.

Demon Boyfriend:

Interviewer: So Lucien how do you feel about having to take three hours to get ready for your shooting?

Angel whispering: oh here we go

Lucien: Its so annoying!! And it gets itchy when I'm in it for too long!! Which suchs bc i mess up my lines with the voice changer.

Angel: there are MANY bloopers with Lucien.

Lucien pouting: Also it's hard to eat and cook in my set up.

Interviewer: Oh? You cook on set actually?

Lucien smiling: I'm a culinary student right now! Yuuri liked the idea of me actually cooking with the series so he let me!

Angel: I'm the taste tester when he makes something on set. Also once we tried doing brownies for a episode but Yuuri scrapped it bc it didnt seem right I think?

Lucien: But when a episode gets scrapped and there was food everyone gets some goodies bc of it.

Angel: yeah hes basically the mom of the group bc of it. He always asks if someone's hungry and starts cooking if someone complains about being even a pit peckish.

Lost & Found

Interviewer: So you two were actually childhood friends?

Charlie nodding: yeah we are!

Casper laying on him slightly: yeah I knew this loser since like middle school.

Charlie rolling his eyes: like you weren't a loser too!!

Interviewer: did some of the childhood friendship got added to the story?

Casper chuckling: yeah Yuuri was surprised when he found out we WERE childhood friends turned lovers and he loved how it feels real.

Charlie: but it also makes it hard being serious sometimes.

Casper: theres lots of bloopers where its Charlie messing up and I'm dogging on him for messing up. Then it turns into a big bicker thing and Yuuri has to scold us.

Charlie: yeah we get scolded the most out of everyone after Lucien. Its bc he eats too much on set.

[vawifey]

welcome to my master list

Alternate universes

theories

Reverie audios

Old flame 🔥🖤

Gael lover 🖤

Flowers 🌻 Casey

Casey and Honey🌻🍯

Cyril and Dove 🥼🕊️

Law and sweets🍬🩺

Jacob and dearest😈❤️‍🩹

Kane/dion/vasserva/bunny❤️‍🩹😈

Roman and Pip🕰️

Neo and darling 🐺🦊

Marlowe and detective 🕵️‍♂️

Nathan and sidekick⚗️🧑‍🔬

Des and love💗

Ellis and gem📖💎

Duncan and coworker🐺

Gage and bug🍭

 Axel and sunshine💗🩸

High school ex’s become best friends🍬🖤

Reverie audios

Castle audios

Library trio 📖🎙️🧙🪄

Fake relationship🍬💗

Evie and Knight 🐺🩸

Beth and beautiful🐺👀

Celine and Lydia🩸👑

Miss Liza and sugar🥧🩸

Unforgettable best friend 🩸

Claire and ranger🐺

Valera🍾🩸

Chloe and dewdrop 💧

Glenwood🐺🩸💧🔥

Redacted audios

Gabe 🐺🥺

Porter and treasurer🩸 💎

Hux and Damien🍃🔥

D.A.M.N Crew 🌊😈🍃🔥



Gavin and freelancer💗🖤

Caelum🧸

Sam and tank

Elliott and sunshine☀️⭐️

Brachium🖤

Sweetheart and milo🍬💗

David and angel 😇🐺

Lasko and dear 🌊

Avior and starlight ⭐️

Aaron and smart ass💻

Vincent and lovely🩸⚡️

Asher and babe 🎮🐺

Redacted audios

Gba

Mahatma and Atilla

Hip switch and partner

Albus bvsz / Albus bw😈

Bastards vs 🧟

Faithful

Devlin

Bastard warrior

Yuuri voice

Starboy and brightest⭐️

Alphonse and Seth 🗡️🍬

Alphonse/ Seth sugar/boo🍰🗡️🍬

Casper

Yuuri voice

The hurt era😭

The hurt begins

Anyone else scared

Broken clay heartS

Spoilers 🚩



[xskullytonx]

Here's my design for Charlie's listener/Casper, Michi / Michelle 💀🌸

[xskullytonx]

Chibi michi (casper)

[stupd000]

CHARLIE LOVERS COME GET YALLS FOOD !!!!🍕🍕

Cw: Panic attack, mention of gun/gunshots, reference of trauma, probably not lore accurate

Charlie never liked fireworks. He thought they were loud, and obnoxious(and they sounded a lot like gunshots which he did not like.)

It didn’t occur to Charlie that people like to light fireworks during Christmas.

Charlie and Casper were just laying in bed, watching some random youtube video, a FNAF gameplay of some sort. Suddenly several insanely loud pops began filling the air. Charlie rushed to cover his ears as Casper rushes up to look out the window, making sure it’s nothing dangerous.

Luckily, It was just their neighbor setting off some drug store fireworks.

Cas-“It’s all good, just some ki-“

Casper cuts themselves off as they hear fast, hard breathing from behind them. They turn around to Charlie, his hands covering his ears and tears streaming down his face

Cas-“Hey- Hey hey, what’s going on?”

Casper rushes back to Charlie’s side, wrapping their arms around his shoulders as he leans into their chest. Charlie tries to mumble out some sort of apology but it all comes out in jumbled babbles under his heaving.

Casper runs their fingers through his hair in an attempt to get him to calm down, Charlie’s breathing gets softer, and slower, he still hics every few seconds, but at least he’s breathing alright.

Charlie-“‘m s-sorry..”

Cas-“It’s okay hun, what’s goin’ on?”

Charlie-“It was just-..r-really loud and-“

Casper’s mind wanders back to the horror stories that Charlie’s been through, suddenly they understand the sudden panic attack of his.

Charlie-“I-It’s because-..”

Cas-“I know Charles, I know it’s okay, you don’t gotta explain.”

Charlie nods, burying his face deeper into Casper’s chest.

Charlie-“I’m sorry.”

Casper-“Nothin to be sorry for hun.”

Casper kisses the top of his head as they continue to rub his back.

Cas-“Wanna go to bed? ‘s pretty late.”

Charlie mumbles something, but it’s muffled by the thick cloth of Casper’s sweatshirt.

Cas-“I love you.”

Charlie-“i luhv woo.”

Casper’s definitely beating the shit out of some teenagers tomorrow.

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Hey guys!! So it’s been a while since i’ve written a fic bc of mid-terms and some other shit but trust me when i say there is so much more coming over winter break!!! I know this ones pretty short, but i thought it might scratch that little angst itch yk

okay love u bye

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

I’m listening to that one charley ep where they play truth or dare and he tells cas what he’s been doing since he left and while he’s being all sad and shit I was just here thinking

“Man. I wish I could kiss him”

Bro don’t deserve this sadness😭

[sickdaysofficial]

day 7: chain reaction

author: @casper-wants-a-cat

fandom: yuri!!! on ice

characters: mila babicheva, yuuri katsuki, and viktor nikiforov

summary: mila gets sick and yuuri takes care of her, then yuuri gets sick and viktor takes care of him, and then viktor *drumroll…….* gets sick, too!

WARNING: descriptions of diarrhea and vomit below!

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read the warning!

read the warning!

okay, you’ve been warned!  please enjoy the fic!

Yuuri’s first day at Viktor’s home rink in Russia did not exactly go as planned.

It started out just fine, with the expected introductions to the team.  He’d met most of the members already, in some brief form or another, at past competitions, but had never exchanged more than a few words with anyone except for Yurio.  For his part, the blond teen had been keeping his distance ever since Viktor had begun not-so-subtly referring to Yurio as his and Yuuri’s adopted son.

The rest of the skaters seemed nice enough, but Yuuri spent the majority of practice alone or with Viktor, which was fine by him.  He’d known it would take him a while to adjust to his new surroundings.

All in all, the first half of the day did go as planned.

And then at some point around lunch time, Yuuri found himself holding Mila Babicheva’s hair back as she vomited onto the ground.

“Are- are you okay?”  He asked, feeling stupid as soon as the words were out of his mouth.  She held up an “ok” sign with her hands just before throwing up again, and Yuuri couldn’t tell if it was meant to be sarcastic, or as genuine reassurance.

“I’ll, um… I’ll go find Yurio, or Georgi, or… Yakov,” he muttered, eyes darting towards the rink as Mila retched.  Yuuri couldn’t imagine the people he listed being superb at dealing with a sick teammate, but Viktor was out getting them lunch, and Yuuri didn’t know what else to do.

“Don’t,” Mila begged as she regained her breath.  “Please.”

“I don’t-”

“Please don’t tell them,” Mila said.  “Georgi is such a drama queen and Yurio is a teenage boy and Yakov… might get mad,” she explained quietly.

Yuuri sighed.  He liked to think that Yakov would have enough tact to wait until she was feeling better to scold her, but he understood where she was coming from.  Tentatively, he placed a hand on her back and rubbed gentle circles.

“Okay,” he said, and he stayed.

By the time Viktor returned 15 minutes later, Yuuri was sitting on a bench outside of the rink with Mila’s head in his lap and a trash can beside them.

“Yuuri!  What are you doing?”

“She’s sick,” Yuuri said.  “Can we drive her home?”

Viktor’s eyes widened.  “Yuuri!  Now you’re going to get sick!”

Yuuri shrugged.  Considering how little sleep he’d gotten in the past few weeks, with the Grand Prix Finals and the subsequent move to Russia, he knew the chances were high, but there was no way he could’ve left Mila to be so sick on her own.

Fortunately, when she puked upon waking, Viktor was distracted enough to let the matter drop and Yuuri avoided further lecturing.

He did not, however, avoid proving Viktor right.  The next night, he woke up and just knew that he was going to be sick.

He stumbled out of bed as quietly as he could and rushed to the bathroom, where he immediately threw up profusely into the toilet, only to realize belatedly that he needed it for another reason.

He sat on it, hurriedly stripped his soiled pants, and threw them into the trash can beside him, which was fortunately lined with a plastic bag.  Then, as a hot stream of liquified shit spurted into the water, Yuuri took the trashcan into his hands and vomited again.

It wasn’t long before Viktor came knocking.  “Yuuri?”

Yuuri just moaned.  He was butt naked and should have been more embarrased than he’d ever been in his life, but his stomach was so torn to shreds that he didn’t have the energy to resist the company of the love of his life.

“Can I come in?”

“Viktor,” Yuuri croaked, voice raw and raspy.  A sob escaped him as Viktor swung open the door looking as worried as Yuuri had ever seen him.  “I’m sorry,” Yuuri whimpered.

Viktor took Yuuri’s face in his hands and kissed his burning forehead.  “I’m sorry you’re so sick, my love.  Let me take are of you?”

Yuuri couldn’t say he was surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night a couple days later to the awful - and unfortunately familiar - smell of diarrhea.

“Vitya,” Yuuri said, shaking the older man’s shoulder.  “Vitya, wake up.”

Viktor did, immediately vomited all over himself, and started crying.  Yuuri smiled warmly and told him not to worry about a thing.  It wasn’t like this was anything new to either of them, anyway.

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[sickdaysofficial]

sickdays 4.0 day 3 (january 30): made a mess

author: @casper-wants-a-cat

fandom: yuri!!! on ice

characters: yuuri katsuki, viktor nikiforov

summary: yuuri is sick and exhausted and just wants to sleep… but he can’t because he’s sick.  viktor does his best to help.

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

read the warning!

read the warning!

read the warning!

okay, you’ve been warned!  please enjoy the fic!

“Viktor, come to bed, it’s late,” Yuuri mumbled, stumbling into the room.  Viktor smiled at the sight of his fiancé leaning sleepily in the doorway of the study, but then turned back to his desk, gesturing at the papers strewn about.

“I have a bit more to do first,” Viktor said.  Yuuri pouted.

“Can’t you finish it in the morning?”

Viktor sighed.  Yuuri almost always managed to convince him to go to bed early, but he had to get up so early as it was that he never managed to make up for the lost time.  He couldn’t afford to indulge himself this time- not when Yuuri’s birthday was approaching so quickly, and he still had so much to prepare.

“I’m sorry, Yuuri, but this is really important.  You go on ahead, and I’ll meet you there in a bit.”

The silence that followed made Viktor think that Yuuri had taken his advice without a word, which was somewhat concerning.  Perhaps he had been too straightforward?

Then he felt the weight on his back.  He smiled and turned, immediately knowing that it was Yuuri.  Still, he was surprised, because although he was right, he hadn’t expected that Yuuri would fall asleep just like that.

“Yuuri?”  Viktor said softly, pushing his fiancé’s hair off of his face and noticing how sweaty it was with a frown.  He placed the back of his hand on Yuuri’s forehead and his frown deepened at the heat.  “You should have told me you were feeling bad.”

Yuuri mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep and Viktor carefully lifted him up.  He carried him to bed, and was about to leave when Yuuri grabbed his shirtsleeve.

“Said you’d stay,” Yuuri muttered.  Viktor sighed; it wasn’t fair that Yuuri could be so persuasive even while sleep talking.  Looking at Yuuri’s troubled face, Viktor couldn’t help himself.  He caved, crawling into bed right then, still dressed in his business clothes.

“I may have more golds, but Yuuri, you always win,” he said fondly.  “I hope you feel better in the morning, my love.”

Yuuri did not feel better in the morning.  In fact, Viktor woke up at 3 am to find that Yuuri had crawled on top of him and was sobbing quietly.

“Yuuri,” he spoke in a low voice, and as gently as he could manage.  The younger man stilled and Viktor brushed his hand through Yuuri’s mess of black hair.  “Yuuri, love, what’s wrong?”

“V-Viktor,” Yuuri sniffled, calming already at his fiancé’s voice.  “You shouldn’t be awake right now, it’s late.”

Slightly amused, Viktor hummed and started rubbing Yuuri’s back beneath the blankets.  “All the more reason for you to be asleep.  You need to rest so that you can feel better.”

“I can’t,” Yuuri whispered in a fragile voice.

Viktor nodded and sat up slightly so as to avoid accidentally falling asleep.  Yuuri whined as he felt Viktor moving away from him, but Viktor shushed him.  “I’m right here, Yuuri, I’m right here.”

“I thought you were getting up,” Yuuri said.  Viktor shook his head.

“Of course not.  Come here,” he said, pulling Yuuri towards him with a warm hug.  “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Yuuri shrugged.  “I feel… bad,” he said.

“More specifically?”

“I don’t know,” Yuuri said, sounding upset.  “Everything hurts.  I don’t want to feel like this anymore, Viktor, I-”

Viktor tightened his arms around Yuuri in another hug as Yuuri broke off with a sob.  “I’m sorry,” Viktor whispered, “I’m sorry you’re feeling so awful, love.  I’d do anything to make it better.”

“Can- can I stay here?” Yuuri mumbled through his tears.  “I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t- didn’t mean to wake you up, but-”

“Of course you can stay here,” Viktor said, cutting off the rambling train of regretful thoughts.  “And I’m glad that I’m awake, Yuuri, don’t apologize, okay?  Just try to get some more sleep for me, okay?”

Yuuri nodded, but the tears didn’t stop for a long while.  When Yuuri started shivering, Viktor held him closer than ever and called Makkachin to join them in their snuggling.  Then Viktor set to work on making a never-ending list of all the things he loved about Yuuri.

“Did you know that your laugh is my favorite sound?”  This elicited a weepy laugh from the younger man, because of course he knew that - Viktor said so every day.  “And I know it annoys you when it’s so long and messy, but I love that you have enough hair to make up for what I lack.”  Another chuckle.  “And even though all of the posters you have of me make me cringe, I love that you still keep them close, and that you think I don’t know where you’re hiding them.  Sometimes I think Makkachin loves you more than me, but I don’t mind at all.  And how can you looks so good all the time?  And when you talk about something you love you light up and it’s contagious like nothing else, and sometimes when that happens you’re talking about me, and I don’t know how I’ve been so blessed…”

He could have gone on for hours, but after ten minutes or so, Yuuri was asleep.  Viktor could tell by his breathing- soft almost-snores that would have been added to the list if he’d had more time.

Viktor slowly relaxed back down into the pillows behind him, finally allowing himself to prepare for sleep once again.  Yuuri was shivering, even with Makkachin sleeping at the end of the bed on his feet, so Viktor pulled the covers up to both of their shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of Yuuri’s feverish head as he lay down.  He smiled at the man beside him.  He hadn’t exaggerated a single word; Viktor felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Just as Viktor was about to close his eyes, Yuuri’s shoulders suddenly jolted and he belched up a mouthful sick right onto Viktor’s chest.

“Oh,” Viktor gasped.  Makkachin jumped off the bed.  Yuuri woke up, vomited again, and began to cry uncertainly, still half asleep.  “Oh, Yuuri, it’s okay,” Viktor tried to reassure him, but Yuuri was shaking so badly that it was scary.

“Wha-”  Yuuri sputtered through his sobs as Viktor helped him into a seated position.  “What happened?”

“You just got a little si- oh,”  Viktor broke off mid-sentence as Yuuri belched and forcefully expelled another large wave of puke onto the blankets.  “There you go, love, get it up.”

As he continued to throw up uncontrollably, Yuuri’s sobs were heartbreaking at best.  Viktor easily would have sold his soul to make it stop.

“I just,” Yuuri hiccuped, before continuing in a desperate voice.  “Just want to sleep,” he cried.  Viktor rubbed his back and held Yuuri steady through another harsh heave.

“I know, baby, I know.  You’ll feel better soon, I promise.”

Yuuri whimpered and cradled his stomach.  “Hurts,” he mumbled, and then retched loudly and unproductively.

“Just breathe, darling.  Let’s get you to the couch so I can clean up this mess,” Viktor said, scooping the younger man into his arms.  Yuuri curled towards Viktor’s chest without protest, and Makkachin danced around Viktor’s feet.  Halfway to the couch, though, a guttural burp brought up a mouthful of stomach bile, which stained Yuuri’s pajama top and sent him straight into another sobbing spell.

“Yuuri, sweetheart…”  Viktor set Yuuri on the couch, then cradled his anguished face with a sigh.  “Let’s get you out of this shirt, then.”

Yuuri’s sobbing, once he’d been redressed in one of Viktor’s warmest, softest sweatshirts, tapered off relatively quickly this time, and Viktor felt a spark of hope.

“Do you feel any better now?”  Viktor asked once the younger man had managed to catch his breath.  Yuuri shrugged.

“I don’t feel like I’m gonna throw up,” he said.  Viktor smiled and ruffled Yuuri’s hair.

“That’s a plus,” Viktor agreed.  “Can you drink a bit of water?”

Yuuri made a face, and Viktor grimaced sympathetically.

“Can you try, Yuuri?  Please?  Just a bit, to replenish your fluids, and then you can sleep.”

Slowly, Yuuri nodded, and though the sick man didn’t look at all happy about it, Viktor was relieved.  He grabbed a cup of water and a silly straw and brought it to Yuuri, who did take a few sips before pushing it away.

“Yuuri…”  Viktor whined, not sure if it was enough.

“No more,” Yuuri said, and Viktor knew from his tone that he wasn’t going to budge.  He nodded.

“Okay, Yuuri,” Viktor said, helping the younger man lie down.  “I’m leaving the trash can right here in case you need it, but if anything happens, I’ll be down the hall cleaning the bed.  Just give me a shout, alright?”

Yuuri nodded and drifted back to sleep.

to be continued sometime in the (hopefully near) future on my blog @casper-wants-a-cat!

[sickdaysofficial]

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sickdays 4.0 day 2: the good samaritan

fandom: yuri!!! on ice

characters: yuuri katsuki, christope giacometti, and christophe’s mystery man (erasmus/raz)

summary: yuuri gets sick while viktor is away and it falls upon chris’s… choreographer and “friend” *wink wonk* to find a way to take care of the precious, anxious, and very sick boy.

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

read the warning!

read the warning!

read the warning!

okay, you’ve been warned!  please enjoy the fic!

It took Raz a moment longer than it normally would have to recognize Yuuri Katsuki.  After all, the Japanese figure skater was not quite looking himself.  The bags under his eyes could be associated with anxiety over the next day’s free skate (or the fact that it was three in the morning when Raz came across him), but the unnatural color of his skin was certainly new.

“Um,” Raz tried to approach Yuuri in the most non-threatening way possible, but the younger man still jumped.  “Sorry,” Raz said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Are you… um… do I know you?”  Yuuri said uncertainly.  Raz shook his head.

“We haven’t met.  I’m Raz, Chris’s… choreographer,” he said carefully, glancing at Yuuri, who, thankfully, gave no indication of noticing the pause.  Yuuri just blinked at him and nodded slowly.  “Are you alright, Yuuri?”

Yuuri nodded again.  “I’m fine.”

It wasn’t convincing.  Raz frowned, realizing that they were standing outside of Yakov Feltsman’s room.   “Are you looking for your coach?”

The question seemed to cause Yuuri no end of confusion.  “Yes, I- I mean, no, or, well,” Yuuri’s words became more and more frantic.  He went on, incomprehensibly now, possibly in Japanese, to the point where Raz wasn’t even sure how the man was managing to breathe.  Then, quite abruptly, Yuuri fell silent.

“Yuuri?”

The Japanese skater had gone pale, and he suddenly walked away.  Raz followed, worried that Yuuri was going to hole himself up in his own room, alone, but instead he passed his own room and made a beeline for the very end of the hallway.  Once there, he picked up the small trashcan in the corner and violently vomited into it.

“Ohhhkay,” Raz said, drawing the word out as Yuuri threw up a second time.  “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Yuuri responded in Japanese, which wasn’t reassuring.  The only thing Raz could make out was Viktor’s name.

“Can you tell me in English, Yuuri?”  Raz asked carefully, just before Yuuri puked again, and set down the trashcan.

“‘m fine,” Yuuri slurred, words swaying along with his body.  “Jus- just.  Need to find Viktor,” he said.  Raz was fairly certain that Viktor was in the midst of participating in a charity skating event in Russia- quite a ways from where Yuuri was, currently, competing in the U.S. for Skate America.  Raz grimaced at the thought.  The last thing he wanted was to break Yuuri’s heart with the truth.

“Maybe we should ask Chris about this,” he said, finally settling on delaying the inevitable.  “He might know more,” Raz explained.  Yuuri hesitated, but then nodded.

At some point during the short walk from the end of the hallway to Chris’s hotel room, Yuuri’s legs had given out and Raz ended up carrying him the rest of the way.  That’s what had happened and, truthfully, it was the only reasonable explanation as to why, when Chris opened the door, Yuuri was wrapped around Raz like a monkey.

Still, Raz probably should have known that Chris would not immediately understand that.  If he’d really thought about it beforehand, maybe he wouldn’t have been so caught off guard when Chris response was one of shock and betrayal rather than of concern.

Instead, because it was three in the morning and Raz had not gotten more than twelve hours of sleep over the course of the past three days, he barely managed to avoid having his hand flattened by a slamming door.

“Erasmus, I swear, if you woke me up at 3:30 in the morning to tell me you’ve decided that I’m not enough-”

Chris was definitely on the verge of crying.

“He’s sick,” Raz said loudly through the door.  The strangled tone to Chris’s voice was replaced by a shocked one when he responded, and Raz was fairly certain that he was peering through the peephole.

“What?”

Yuuri mumbled something into Raz’s shoulder and Raz rolled his eyes.  “Yuuri Katsuki is sick, Christophe.  For the sake of all that is good, please let us in.”

At that Chris cracked open the door, still uncertain.  “Why were you with him at this time of night?”

“We were fucking each other, Chris,” he said flatly.  Apparently, Chris was not yet ready for sarcasm, because he almost immediately made to slam the door again.  This time, though, Raz was prepared and caught it, flinching at the force and very nearly dropping Yuuri, who squirmed in his arms and moaned.  Chris shot Raz a vicious look and stormed into the room.  Raz followed, yelling after him.

“Oh, come on, Chris, take a joke!”  Raz stopped at the couch and attempted to set Yuuri down, but the sick man was clinging to him for dear life, so he simply continued yelling for Chris.  “You know I go on walks when I can’t sleep!  I just-”  Raz finally squirmed out of Yuuri’s grasp and whirled around, heading for the bedroom.  “I ran into him and-”

He nearly ran into Chris, literally.  “I’m sorry,” he said, reaching for Chris’s hand, only to realize that it was already in use.  “Is that… a thermometer?”  Raz asked.  Chris grinned slyly.

“You huge ass,” Raz grumbled.

“Thank you,” Chris said, smirking and kissing Raz on the cheek before walking briskly back to where Yuuri was curled in a ball on the couch.  “Now, let’s see what we can do about your fever,” he said.  Yuuri, who was asleep, did not respond.  Meanwhile, Raz was still somewhat shocked.

“Was that all an act?”  He asked, asldkfjasdf

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Chris said, throwing Raz a side-eyed grin.  Raz groaned softly, careful not to wake Yuuri.

“Chris,” he whined.  “I was seriously worried that I’d hurt you!”

Chris’s smile faded minutely.  “I’m fine,” he said, somehow stubborn and vulnerable at the same time.  Raz narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, but just then, Yuuri sat up, leaned over the edge of the couch, and puked all over the carpet.  He shuddered, vomited a second time, and then, for the first time that night, seemed to notice Chris.

“Hey, beautiful,” Chris said.  Yuuri blinked and frowned, searching the room until he found Raz, who waved.  Then recognition sparked across his face, and his gaze whipped back to Chris.

“Where’s Viktor?”  His voice was raw from stomach acid and Chris’s expression morphed to one of sympathy.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”  Chris said, trying, as Raz had, to delay telling Yuuri the unfortunate truth.  This time, though, Yuuri was having none of it.

“Where is he?”  Yuuri asked, tears welling in his eyes already.

“Chris…”  Raz cautioned, aware of the other man’s tendencies toward bluntness.

“He’s about nine hours away, flying,” Chris said, validating Raz’s concern.

Yuuri immediately started sobbing.  Chris immediately offered a warm smile and a warmer hug, which Yuuri eagerly accepted.  “It’s okay,” Chris said, petting Yuuri’s sweaty head without any hesitation.  “We’ll take care of you until Viktor can take over, alright?”

Raz smiled.  This was what he loved about Chris.  This hidden and yet unquestionably brave warmth which was inside of him.

“You should find him something more comfortable to sleep in,” Raz suggested, smiling even more at Chris’s surprised expression.  “I’ll clean up this mess and meet you guys in the bedroom when I’m done.”

Walking in to the bedroom to find Yuuri sprawled and asleep on top of Chris was possibly the least surprising part of the night, and Raz couldn’t help but chuckle at Chris’s lazy but pointed smile.

“I get it, I get it- this is your revenge on me for earlier, huh?”  Raz whispered, climbing into the bed next to Chris, who pinched his cheek.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The phrase was spoken fondly, this time, but it reminded Raz of how harsh Chris had been earlier.  I’m fine, he’d said.  Just like Yuuri.  Even though…

Erasmus, I swear, if you woke me up at 3:30 in the morning to tell me you’ve decided that I’m not enough-

“Chris,” Raz whispered, staring at the ceiling as if the building itself were his audience, rather than the person next to him.  It was easier that way.  “Christophe, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking, earlier, but I should have known better than to joke like that.”

Chris was silent and Raz wondered if he’d fallen asleep.  Then a warm hand brushed Raz’s cheek and he turned to see Chris smiling faintly at him.

“It’s my fault, too,” Chris said quietly.  “I should have been thanking you- you and I both know that I would die at the hands of my best friend if I let anything happen to his precious fiancé,” he smirked, glancing at Yuuri.

“He is pretty, though,” Chris said, continuing in a sort of melancholy tone, “and not nearly as petty as I am.  I wouldn’t have blamed you, if-”

“Never,” Raz said, taking hold of Chris’s hand and squeezing, making sure that Chris knew what was real.  “I would never do that to you, Chris.  I’ll promise you that again and again, if it makes you feel better.”

A handful of seconds passed in which Chris and Raz both listened to each other breathing.  Chris spoke first.

“I love you,” he said.  Raz squeezed his hand.

“I love you, too.”

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day 6: reluctant caretaker

author: @casper-wants-a-cat

fandom: yuri!!! on ice

characters: viktor nikiforov and yuri plisetsky

summary: yuri is forced to take care of a sick viktor nikiforov (pre-yuuri)

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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Of course the one time Yakov was away dealing with a family emergency, Viktor Nikiforov had to go and get a stomachache and fever.

Yuri frowned.  “Weren’t you the one who was supposed to be taking care of me?”

He was right, more or less - Yakov’s justification for having them share a hotel room was so that Viktor could “keep an eye on Yuri” - but Viktor just whimpered in response.  “Don’t leave,” he said, teeth chattering violently as fever chills ran through his body.  “Please.”

Yuri sighed.  “I’m not going to leave you.  Yakov would kill me if I let you die here,” he grumbled.  Viktor smiled blissfully and pulled the covers up to his chin.  Gross.  Yuri decided that it was about time to ruin the mood.  “And how old are you, anyway?  You whine like a five year old.”

The fact that Viktor’s smile faltered, while rewarding, was concerning in its own way.  Yuri had come to know exactly how much it took to push the older man past his limits, and normally it took much more than that.

“Do you feel really bad?”  Yuri asked, voice softening just a touch.

Viktor shrugged - maybe a belated attempt at playing the tough guy act - but Yuri could see tears in his eyes.

“You should sleep,” Yuri said.  Thankfully, Viktor nodded, and curled onto his side.  With one last murmured reminder.

“Don’t leave me alone,” he said.  Yuri rolled his eyes.

“I know,” he said savagely.  Then he went to brush his teeth and take a shower before donning his kitty print pajamas.

When he woke up at 2 am, Yuri knew immediately that something was off, but it took him a moment to realize what.  The first thing was an unpleasant smell which was rapidly becoming more prominent.  The second was that Viktor was quietly, but earnestly, crying.

“Oi,” Yuri whisper-yelled.  “What is your problem, Viktor?  We have to be up in like 4 hours for our flight.”

For a moment, Viktor went quiet.  Then Yuri heard his breathing hitch and become louder, and frantically erratic - in a word, panicky.

“…Viktor?”

“No,” Viktor said.

“What?”  Yuri couldn’t believe this.  How did Yakov put up with him?  Yuri wrinkled his nose for more reasons than one.  “Ugh, what is that smell?”

“No,” Viktor repeated.  “I can’t.”

Yuri groaned.  This wasn’t helping.  He stumbled out of his bed to the light switch and flipped on the lights.  He turned back to Viktor, ready to demand that he grow up and get over himself but was stopped in his tracks.

Viktor was trembling.  The flush over his cheeks was even deeper than before.  And he was hugging a trash can to his chest like he needed it to breathe.

“Viktor, don’t tell me you-”

“I’m sorry,” Viktor whispered, and Yuri was suddenly aware of a rawness in his voice which confirmed his fears.  “I tried not to wake you up, but-”  A hiccup caught Viktor off guard and Yuri had to suppress a retch of his own as vomit splattered into the trashcan.

“Yuri…”  Viktor whined, just before coughing and being sick again.

“I’ll get you some water,” Yuri said, and then rushed to the bathroom.  He wished with everything he had that Yakov was here.  Or any adult, really.  Yuri was 14 years old and not equipped to deal with this.

The fact that Viktor was sobbing and dry heaving when he got back did not help Yuri’s confidence.  He shoved the water in the older man’s face.

“Drink this,” Yuri demanded.  Viktor took it obediently, but his hands were shaking so bad that some of it splashed over the rim.

“Never mind,” Yuri said snatching the glass back.  “Here.”  He held it to Viktor’s lips and tilted it slowly back until the sick man held up a hand.

“You said you wouldn’t leave,” Viktor sniffled, letting his hand fall to the bed.  “Everyone leaves me.”

Yuri’s heart did something weird, then, and the next thing he knew, he was squeezing Viktor’s hand.

“I won’t,” Yuri said.  “And I’ll cancel our flight, alright?  So don’t get so freaked out and just rest.”

Viktor nodded, exhausted to his core, and Yuri took the trash can from him.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” Yuri said.  He hoped he was telling the truth.

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