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Of all of the times for Yuuri to catch a cold, it just had to be Christmas.
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“When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” Yuuri asks, frowning as he watches Victor rub at his temples with an evident grimace on his face.
“Breakfast this morning. You were there with me,” Victor answers, not even bothering to lift his head.
Yes, Yuuri was there, and he watched Victor pick at his meal and hardly eat anything. “No, I meanー” he pauses, sparing a quick glance left and then right to make sure nobody is overhearing them. It’s just the two of them using the rink, but Yuuri keeps his voice low just to be safe. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten?”
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yoi spooky week day 1, vampires!
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At the cue of the beep, Yuuri at last removes the thermometer from his mouth. His eyes widen as he catches sight of the reading. His hands shake and his breath starts to come a little faster. This can’t be happening.
“Yuuri? Yuuri, what is it? What’s wrong?”
His eyes remain glued to the numbers, as if staring them down will cause the device to reconsider its evaluation. But much to his dismay, the display still reads a solid 103.2.
“There’s another one, another baby inside of me…” Yuuri says, voice hushed and trembling. “I’mーI’m even more pregnant!”
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A follow-up to 102.1 Babies, in which Yuuri is sick and in his fevered delirium believes Victor’s eros actually got him pregnant.
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Yuuri hasn’t been acting like himself ever since the accident. Victor knows he’s upset; a head injury as bad as the one Yuuri experienced means no skating for a couple of weeks at least. He knows what not being able to practice does to Yuuri, how it shakes his confidence and leaves him feeling like a leaf blown around in the wind. It’s clear he’s not doing well, and Victor just wants to help.
Hurt/comfort goodness, written for a request on tumblr
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“Victor?” Yuuri asks upon walking through the front door, “Why is there a grand piano in our living room?”
Said piano is beautiful and without a doubt brand new, with its shiny black surface and pristine white keys that look like they’ve never even been touched. It’s so polished Yuuri doesn’t doubt he’d be able to see his reflection. He’s hesitant to even lay a finger on it, lest he tarnish the perfection.
What most catches Yuuri’s eyes, though, is Victor.
He is a perfection that Yuuri would very much like to tarnish. He wears a silk robe that he’s barely even bothered to tie, putting a chiseled chest on display. The robe stops mid-thigh, exposing his beautiful long legs. He smiles at Yuuri from where he lays on top of the instrument, elegantly sprawled out on his back like a french girl Yuuri is considering painting more and more with each passing second.
“Because I love you,” Victor answers simply.
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- Part 4 of Born to Get That Dick