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Stay With Me (in marriage)
Yuuri was a phantom, dancing around in Victor’s head, a figure he could never quite catch. And damn, was he a catch.
Viktor’s mind wandered as he watched Yuuri’s free skate for the Grand Prix.
He was so innocent, until he took off his shirt of course.
Based on his score in the short program, and how well he was currently performing, Viktor knew this was going to be Yuuri’s year. He had trained so hard, for so long! It almost had Viktor crying. Wait, who was he kidding. Viktor was a mess! Though “a hot mess” as Yuuri would say.
Yuuri finished his routine and immediately turned to Viktor, smiling in a way that could shatter the sun, though not really because the sun is a ball of gas… pretty hard to shatter.
Yuuri ran up to Viktor and immediately wrapped him in a rib crushing hug, though not really because this is not a hospital fic, this is ice skating!
The two headed over to the kiss and cry area, a place that was slowly turning more literal to its name as the time went on, without breaking their hug. Everything after that seemed to pass in a blur. Yuuri accepted his first Grand Prix gold medal, crying more than any other skater in history. Viktor then proceeded to kiss both gold medals, the real one and Yuuri. What do you want to bet that if Yurio read this he’d throw up?
A thought crossed Viktor’s mind as Yuuri left to go change from his costume… Does this mean we can finally get married? That thought plunged Viktor into absolute panic. Should he just start planning the wedding? What if Yuuri had forgotten? What if Yuuri was a brony? Viktor was about ready to pull his hair out, and his hair was very important to him. Then inspiration struck, he would just remind Yuuri, but words were boring and Viktor had a more grand idea in mind. Oh, his little katsudon would love it. Hopefully, as long as they didn't end needing the Heimlich or CPR. Scratch that, depending on the circumstances, CPR might not be so bad. Viktor started plotting the demise of his bachelorhood.
Viktor and Yuuri were on their way home from the Grand Prix, feeling on top of the world and not just because they were flying in an airplane. The two were relaxing together while watching Corpse Party, which are two things that have probably never been used in the same sentence together before. Little did they know that evil was brewing on the plane, since a small child was standing up to use the restroom! As the kid walked past she looked at Viktor with a goofy grin covering her face, and could no longer restrain herself. Ripping her small plastic skull ring off her finger, she chucked it hard at Viktor, hitting him right on the nose, the tip turning even redder than usual. This, my friends, is what you would call a case of serious Grumpy McPoopyPants.
“I am so sorry, I didn't see what she was doing until it was too late!” the girl’s mother apologized fervently.
Victor refused to let his ego be dented by that plastic ring.
“No, it’s okay! I was just taken by surprise, that’s all.” Viktor smiled in his classic way.
“Jessabelle, apologize,” the mother called.
The child, Jessabelle, peeked out from behind her mother.
“I’m sorry,” she huffed, before sticking out her tongue.
“Jessabelle, apologize properly! Even if your OTP isn't canon, you can't go around taking it out on other people!”
“But Mooooom, they were cuddling!” Jessabelle glared at Viktor and Yuuri before dragging her finger across her throat.
“I am so sorry about her!”
Yuuri laughed.
“You know, she reminds me a little of Yurio,” Yuuri observed and smiled sweetly at the child.
“Oh, are you two parents? That makes me feel a little better, knowing you understand!”
“Yurio’s our son? Sure!” Viktor chimed in, “We completely get it!”
“Oh good, have a nice day then!” The young woman wandered away taking Jessabelle with her. At the last moment, Jessabelle turned around and flipped Yuuri and Viktor off...with her ring finger.
When Viktor and Yuuri arrived back in Japan, they were immediately greeted with cheers from Yuuri's close friends and family.
The triplets ran up to Yuuri.
“Show us your gold medal!”
“I promise we won’t break it!”
“Or sell it on eBay, even though we’d get a ton of money!”
“Please!”
Yuuri sighed, laughing softly.
“Yeah, you can see it, but you’ll have to wait until we're home.”
Yuuri’s mother wrapped her son in a warm hug.
“We’d better get going then! When we get home, I'm going to make you the biggest pork cutlet bowl I can!”
Everything was almost like a dream to Yuuri, although his dreams generally involved a lot more of winking Viktor. Yuuri had cried so much over the past few days that he could probably be the reason oceans are rising. But despite crying so much on the podium that he ruined Yurio’s perfectly braided hair, he couldn't help the tears that pricked at his eyes at the warm welcome.
He was finally able to sit down after running around with the triplets and was happily awaiting the arrival of his pork cutlet bowl.
“You did so wonderfully, Yuuri.” Viktor entered the room and rested his head on Yuuri's shoulder.
“Thanks, I finally one gold at the Grand Prix.”
“And you know what that means?” Viktor whispered softly.
“Hu-?” Yuuri was interrupted by his mother bustling into the room with two pork cutlet bowls. She smiled slightly at Viktor before setting them in front of the two men.
“I’m so proud of you, now eat while it’s still warm.” She smiled before leaving the way she came.
Yuuri dug in, relishing in the pure and unadulterated glory of pork cutlet bowls. He couldn't help but smile as he thought back to his original Eros, his biggest love in life being katsudon.
Yuuri entangled even more of the egg in his chopsticks, but when he bit into it he heard a crunch. Eggs shouldn't crunch. Yuuri spit out the bite to find the source of that crunch. In the middle of his eggs there was something purple sticking out. He pulled apart the egg, and grabbed the anomaly.
“Viktor, there's a plastic skull ring in mine!”
“Now that you’ve won a gold medal, will you marry me?”
“So you only wanted to marry me if I won?” Yuuri smirked, in a way totally unlike him.
“ No, it's just… last time, I-”
Yuuri snorted.
“I was finally able to fluster you!”
“You're acting very out of character, has that gold medal gone to your head?”
“As if, old man!”
“No! My sweet innocent Yuuri has gotten gold medal syndrome! He’ll stop blushing all the time, he’ll become a playboy and cast me aside for a younger man who doesn’t have grey hair!” Viktor dramatically swooned.
Despite himself, Yuuri cracked up. “Yes Viktor, I’ll marry you.”
Maybe they would have to get that girl on the plane to be flower girl at their wedding.
Oh wait, that position was reserved for Yurio!