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Love this soooo much....

have yourself a merry little christmas

for day 7 of @vityaweek and to celebrate victor’s bday bc he deserves all the love and care and I want him to be spoiled beyond belief 💕💕🙏💕🙏💕💕

When Victor wakes up to Yuuri sneaking out of their bed early on the morning of his birthday, he pretends to still be asleep and gleefully listens as Yuuri hushes Makkachin’s soft boofs on his way out of the room. Victor still pretends to be asleep while Yuuri does something out of his sight. It’s probably a surprise, Victor thinks, a grin twitching on his lips before he can hold it back. He tries really hard to school his face back into impassiveness of sleep, but it’s no use: he’s too excited.

Whatever it is that Yuuri has planned, it takes far longer than Victor anticipates and by the time Yuuri gets back Victor is almost, true to his pretence, falling back asleep. He doesn’t react when Yuuri slides back under the covers, or when Yuuri presses their bodies close, but he can’t quite help it when his lips quirk up as Yuuri begins to shower his cheeks, chin, jaw and neck with tiny, sweet kisses.

“I know you’re awake,” Yuuri murmurs into his ear. “You’re far too still.”

Not even guilty at all, Victor opens his eyes to see his lovely fiancé smiling at him. He smiles back.

“Well then, we can’t have that now, can we?”

He wraps his arms tightly around Yuuri and pulls him in so close that he’s almost half lying on him now. Yuuri doesn’t complain in the least. Even if he wants to, he can’t because Victor’s lips are on his in a second, stealing any words that might linger on his tongue. Before Victor can fully roll onto Yuuri and press him into the matters to wreck utter havoc on Yuuri’s beautiful body with his eager mouth, Yuuri tips him back. He lifts himself up over Victor, one knee inching high between Victor’s legs and arms on both sides of Victor’s head and oh, Victor loves that, too.

“Are you awake enough yet?” Yuuri mouths against the scrape of morning stubble across Victor’s jaw. “Or should I give you your present later?”

“Aren’t you my present?” Victor pouts.

Yuuri laughs a little and lifts his head to smile down at Victor directly.

“Not exactly what I had in mind, but…” He blushes endearingly. “You’re the birthday boy. We’ll do whatever you want today.”

“I like the sound of that,” Victor smiles, reaching up to bring Yuuri’s face close enough so he could kiss his lovely lips. “But I’m really too curious about what you have in store for me, so how about we keep the best present for last?”

Victor boops Yuuri’s nose with a finger and winks. Yuuri huffs an adorable laugh against his mouth when he dips his head to kiss Victor once more. He moves off of Victor afterwards. For a brief second Victor regrets his decision. He already misses Yuuri’s warmth caging his body in the soft sheets of their bed.

Yuuri doesn’t go far, though. He sits at the edge of the bed and reaches for the nightstand. It’s only then that Victor notices the tray full of food that he didn’t even hear Yuuri carrying in. Warmth blooms in his heart as he sits up.

“First thing on the schedule: breakfast in bed,” Yuuri announces, placing the tray between them.

Victor smiles when he takes the cup of warm tea that Yuuri’s offering. He wraps his fingers around the mug, sipping the black tea sweetened with raspberry jam – just the way he likes it, and it’s so sweet that Yuuri remembered – while Yuuri butters a toast and puts a generous coat of peach jam on top. What Yuuri does next gives Victor a whiplash, almost. He rips away a bite-sized piece of toast and moves his hand towards Victor’s mouth, which suddenly feels both too dry and salivating at once. Victor swallows.

“Say ah,” Yuuri says. A beautiful, soft blush on his cheeks brings out the red in the brown of Yuuri’s eyes. Victor’s starstruck. “Number two on the list is hand feeding you everything, because I want to spoil you like no one ever did before.”

Victor’s mouth drops open off its own accord. Yuuri smiles and places the offered food against Victor’s lips. Still afraid of much everything but breathing, Victor takes it onto his tongue and chews slowly. He doesn’t even feel the taste, he’s too busy being lightheaded from looking at his gorgeous, incredible fiancé who once again makes him fall in love all over again like it’s the only thing he was born to do.

Victor swallows, finally, and takes the next piece off Yuuri’s fingers. He licks his lips and slumps back against the pillows. A warmth that has nothing to do with the tea grows in his chest with every new bite Yuuri feeds him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat on my own now,” Victor confesses after a moment.

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for @smolkristen in the @yoisecretskater event! I hope you’ve had a wonderful holiday and that 2020 will be as kind to you as yuuri is to vitya in this fic ❤️

“Mr. Nikiforov. What a pleasure to see you here tonight. May I ask for a dance?” Yuuri offers Victor a hand, so poised and beautiful that Victor almost trips in his haste when he steps up to rest his own hand in Yuuri’s.

“Of course,” he replies, aware of how hard his heart beats. Yuuri’s manner of speech has changed, and Victor can’t help but notice how this, and the tuxedo and the little cravat under Yuuri’s chin make him look like a true gentleman of a kind that Victor always swoons at in books. “I would be honoured, Mr. Katsuki.”

“It’s Katsuki-Nikiforov, actually,” Yuuri corrects him. He peers at Victor from the side, a little playful curl around his mouth. “I have quite recently been married.”

“Why, what a happy occasion this is then! Are you here to celebrate?”

They come to stand among the dancing pairs and Yuuri’s arms come around Victor, Victor’s rest upon Yuuri’s shoulder, and without losing a breath, they move in union as they always have. No dance gives a challenge to them and soon, they step perfectly in tune with the other pairs. Victor can’t help but smile.

“Your husband must feel like a lucky man,” he tells Yuuri, who is so close that Victor can shamelessly rest his cheek against the side of his face. He resists the temptation, since it would be a great faux pas in polite society to show his affection that plainly.

“I am the lucky one,” Yuuri replies as he twirls them around. All Victor can see is him. The background blurs, the music stops in his ears, and Yuuri is the only thing that matters in the world.

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they knitted each other’s ugly sweaters

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Happy birthday Viktor 💕

ヴィクトル・ニキフォロフ生誕祭2019

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Little Quirks and Habits for your OC

swinging their arm a little when holding hands

when they wear jewelry, they fidget with it

holding their silverware differently

picking certain vegetables out of their food

folding their laundry very specifically

scheduling their day beforehand

they’re particular about which playlist they listen to and when

not liking sweet or savory smells

liking very niche art

their room is neat but their car is messy (or vice versa)

eating finger food a certain way

they’re serious about sunscreen and hydration

loud, offkey, unashamed singing along to music in public

odd accessory they always wear

frequent paint stains and paint under their nails 

scribbles and notes on their wrist/hand

the ability to fall asleep anywhere

a deep affinity for a specific snack food

saving small pictures from magazines and things

very stiff or loose dance style

ability to dance anywhere, even without music

able to quote any popular movie

knows a lot about a niche topic

does funny voices when talking

uncanny ability to guess someone’s height/age/weight

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Do not try C at home unless a professional is nearby

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love this so much....

The many times Victor Nikiforov dreamt of how soft and pliable Katsuki Yuuri’s lips were seemed to be endless. But he knew boundaries, he wouldn’t kiss him unless the circumstances called for it, and god did he hope for them call for it.

In Hasetsu, Victor found himself falling out of love with the idea of him and in love with the very core of Yuuri. His drive, his unrealized beauty, his passion the moment he glided across the ice and truly became the most beautiful person he’d ever seen on the ice, were what drove him to remain patient and hopelessly loyal. Victor figured if his lips wouldn’t be graced by the soft plushness just yet he would find an excuse to brush at them every chance he had. Whether it was to demonstrate his own Eros by asking him to show his true one soon while gently traversing the softness of his lips with the pads of his thumbs, or applying lip balm on his constantly chapped lips, or even swiping away at a grain of rice that stubbornly strayed at the corners of his mouth no matter what he did, it was enough for Victor especially when he was rewarded with a blush and a shy look down to the ground for the first few weeks.

Victor had gotten close once to knowing the feeling during a beautiful summer day where he had decided that they should have an off day and explore the beach. He adored the way the sound of the seagulls reminded him of Piter, but the beauty of the beaches of Hasetsu were enough to render him speechless. He’d sat at the shore with Yuuri an endless amount of times, but he wanted to truly explore it with him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so broadly that his cheeks hurt from the flawless effort. Makkachin seemed more like a puppy as she kept up with chasing them around the water, Yuuri had even initiated a water fight as he splashed Victor senseless, eliciting a chorus of giggling and laughter. After a long day chasing Yuuri and Makkachin across the sand, getting enveloped in the salty ocean water and only resting to have a few snacks that Hiroko had graciously packed for them, eventually it was time to call an end to their day by rinsing down in the accessible showers to get the remnants of sand away. As soon as he twisted the spout on, Victor saw Yuuri staring at him through the gentle waterfall. His heart shaped smile only grew broader as he reached over to rustle up Yuuri’s hair and he returned the gesture as they laughed together under the spouts with Makkachin prancing between them and shaking excess water against them.

As they reached to turn off the water, Victor made a grab for the towels and worked to pat away at the droplets that clung on to his silver tendrils and again he caught Yuuri staring.

“Do I have something on me?” Victor asked brightly.

Yuuri furiously shook his head and continued to look on with a look that was a mixture of awe and possible curiosity. After a few moments Yuuri appeared to find resolve and found the nerve to ask something that Victor had learned seemed to be truly intimate in Japan.

“Could I dry your hair?” Yuuri inquired.

Victor threw the towel over at Yuuri and stood directly in front of him, peeking over his shoulder with a wink.

“Of course, I’ll leave it to you, Yuuri!” Victor said absolutely delighted.

He could hear Yuuri laughing nervously but soon his hands were working the towel gently against the length of his hair. It was something Victor thought he could get used to if only to have any excuse to be this close. He hadn’t realized he was in a daze and that Yuuri was done until he opened his eyes and saw Yuuri was directly in front of him.

“Will you do mine now?”

With softened eyes, Victor nodded and ran his fingers through the dampness of Yuuri’s hair. He had previously worked with his hair as they tried to figure out what look would be best suited for him when he was out on the ice, and each time he got lost in the raven strands. Today Yuuri smelled like the ocean and he could still make out the scent of his shampoo. Just as he was sure there were no more stray drops, Victor nudged Yuuri and smiled fondly down at him.

“Shall we head back for dinner and a soak in the onsen?”

Yuuri nodded and walked beside Victor, his body seemed less stiff than it usually was and Victor was delighted to witness that.

“Hey Victor?” Yuuri began.

“Yes, Yuuri?”

Yuuri abruptly stopped walking and looped his arm around Victor’s shoulder, bringing his head down so he could lace a quick kiss against his temple and the top of his head.

“I...I feel a lot of gratitude right now and I didn’t know how else to show it so.” Yuuri said clearly flustered.

Victor’s heart threatened to burst from his chest, as he gently placed his finger tips against his temple, though it was quick the feeling of Yuuri’s lips against them were even softer than he could have hoped for.

Yuuri was about to apologize for the intrusion when Victor asked, “May I show you mine?”

Wordlessly Yuuri’s mouth gaped open in curiosity, his eyes searched Victor’s for a clear answer on what he was about to do, but he nodded all the same. Victor smiled gently down at the man before him, as he drew a lithe hand up to rustle at the tendrils of sunkissed hair once again. Victor then made the swift move to kiss against Yuuri’s temple and then his forehead. He heard Yuuri gasp at the forehead kiss and glanced down to see that same lovely blush he loved to see starting at the bridge of his nose and scattering to the edges of his cheeks.

“Thank you for a wonderful day, Yuuri.” Victor said softly.

He noted just how close he was to Yuuri’s face, and was surprised that Yuuri hadn’t repelled back as he usually would have. Instead, Victor had to be reminded once again that Yuuri was a world of surprises especially as he felt Yuuri’s fingers interlocking with his own. There were no more words that had to be spoken between them, and for now Victor was more than okay with working through the feeling of how wonderful it was to feel the warmth of his hand against his own as they walked back to the inn in absolute harmony.

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I had this crossover for a long time in my head now (it’s a readraw)

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omgoodness, this is pure bliss....

The many times Victor Nikiforov dreamt of how soft and pliable Katsuki Yuuri’s lips were seemed to be endless. But he knew boundaries, he wouldn’t kiss him unless the circumstances called for it, and god did he hope for them call for it.

In Hasetsu, Victor found himself falling out of love with the idea of him and in love with the very core of Yuuri. His drive, his unrealized beauty, his passion the moment he glided across the ice and truly became the most beautiful person he’d ever seen on the ice, were what drove him to remain patient and hopelessly loyal. Victor figured if his lips wouldn’t be graced by the soft plushness just yet he would find an excuse to brush at them every chance he had. Whether it was to demonstrate his own Eros by asking him to show his true one soon while gently traversing the softness of his lips with the pads of his thumbs, or applying lip balm on his constantly chapped lips, or even swiping away at a grain of rice that stubbornly strayed at the corners of his mouth no matter what he did, it was enough for Victor especially when he was rewarded with a blush and a shy look down to the ground for the first few weeks.

Victor had gotten close once to knowing the feeling during a beautiful summer day where he had decided that they should have an off day and explore the beach. He adored the way the sound of the seagulls reminded him of Piter, but the beauty of the beaches of Hasetsu were enough to render him speechless. He’d sat at the shore with Yuuri an endless amount of times, but he wanted to truly explore it with him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled so broadly that his cheeks hurt from the flawless effort. Makkachin seemed more like a puppy as she kept up with chasing them around the water, Yuuri had even initiated a water fight as he splashed Victor senseless, eliciting a chorus of giggling and laughter. After a long day chasing Yuuri and Makkachin across the sand, getting enveloped in the salty ocean water and only resting to have a few snacks that Hiroko had graciously packed for them, eventually it was time to call an end to their day by rinsing down in the accessible showers to get the remnants of sand away. As soon as he twisted the spout on, Victor saw Yuuri staring at him through the gentle waterfall. His heart shaped smile only grew broader as he reached over to rustle up Yuuri’s hair and he returned the gesture as they laughed together under the spouts with Makkachin prancing between them and shaking excess water against them.

As they reached to turn off the water, Victor made a grab for the towels and worked to pat away at the droplets that clung on to his silver tendrils and again he caught Yuuri staring.

“Do I have something on me?” Victor asked brightly.

Yuuri furiously shook his head and continued to look on with a look that was a mixture of awe and possible curiosity. After a few moments Yuuri appeared to find resolve and found the nerve to ask something that Victor had learned seemed to be truly intimate in Japan.

“Could I dry your hair?” Yuuri inquired.

Victor threw the towel over at Yuuri and stood directly in front of him, peeking over his shoulder with a wink.

“Of course, I’ll leave it to you, Yuuri!” Victor said absolutely delighted.

He could hear Yuuri laughing nervously but soon his hands were working the towel gently against the length of his hair. It was something Victor thought he could get used to if only to have any excuse to be this close. He hadn’t realized he was in a daze and that Yuuri was done until he opened his eyes and saw Yuuri was directly in front of him.

“Will you do mine now?”

With softened eyes, Victor nodded and ran his fingers through the dampness of Yuuri’s hair. He had previously worked with his hair as they tried to figure out what look would be best suited for him when he was out on the ice, and each time he got lost in the raven strands. Today Yuuri smelled like the ocean and he could still make out the scent of his shampoo. Just as he was sure there were no more stray drops, Victor nudged Yuuri and smiled fondly down at him.

“Shall we head back for dinner and a soak in the onsen?”

Yuuri nodded and walked beside Victor, his body seemed less stiff than it usually was and Victor was delighted to witness that.

“Hey Victor?” Yuuri began.

“Yes, Yuuri?”

Yuuri abruptly stopped walking and looped his arm around Victor’s shoulder, bringing his head down so he could lace a quick kiss against his temple and the top of his head.

“I...I feel a lot of gratitude right now and I didn’t know how else to show it so.” Yuuri said clearly flustered.

Victor’s heart threatened to burst from his chest, as he gently placed his finger tips against his temple, though it was quick the feeling of Yuuri’s lips against them were even softer than he could have hoped for.

Yuuri was about to apologize for the intrusion when Victor asked, “May I show you mine?”

Wordlessly Yuuri’s mouth gaped open in curiosity, his eyes searched Victor’s for a clear answer on what he was about to do, but he nodded all the same. Victor smiled gently down at the man before him, as he drew a lithe hand up to rustle at the tendrils of sunkissed hair once again. Victor then made the swift move to kiss against Yuuri’s temple and then his forehead. He heard Yuuri gasp at the forehead kiss and glanced down to see that same lovely blush he loved to see starting at the bridge of his nose and scattering to the edges of his cheeks.

“Thank you for a wonderful day, Yuuri.” Victor said softly.

He noted just how close he was to Yuuri’s face, and was surprised that Yuuri hadn’t repelled back as he usually would have. Instead, Victor had to be reminded once again that Yuuri was a world of surprises especially as he felt Yuuri’s fingers interlocking with his own. There were no more words that had to be spoken between them, and for now Victor was more than okay with working through the feeling of how wonderful it was to feel the warmth of his hand against his own as they walked back to the inn in absolute harmony.

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Night,Yuuri.

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Oh dang, look what month it is.  Let’s all say it together: 愛は勝つ。 Love wins. 

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In celebration of Pride Month, Yuuri and Viktor preparing for pride parade.

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We call everything on the ice “love”.

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some yoi doodles again!!!!!!