The actor had jumped up out of nowhere, making Victor scream at the top of his lungs and pounce on Yuuri. Yuuri gallantly put his arms around his trembling fiance and lead him through to the next room, trying desperately not to laugh. The hospital experiencing a zombie apocalypse themed haunted house was full of such actors, all of which had terrified Victor.
“It’s okay, Vitya,” Yuuri promised. “We’ve done most of it now.”
Privately he was rather enjoying the experience. The rooms were well done, many of the corridors actually looking like hospital hallways, and he got to be Victor’s saviour.
“I don’t know why I thought this would be a good idea,” Victor murmured from where he was hiding his face in Yuuri’s neck. Yuuri chuckled and patted his back.
There was no jump-scare in the next room, just zombie actors shuffling around. Yuuri lead them through the haunted house mostly unphased by it all, Victor freaking out the whole way and screaming several more times.
“There, all done,” Yuuri said when they reached the end.
Victor emerged from where he’d been hiding against his neck. He was still quite pale.
“Shall we go get ice cream?” Yuuri asked, reaching up to cup Victor’s cheek, making Victor instantly nuzzle into his palm.
“Yes please.”
Victor cheered up considerably when Yuuri hand-fed him cookie dough Ben and Jerries. By the time they got on the ferris wheel he was all smiles again, kissing Yuuri soundly at the top as fireworks exploded overhead.
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🎃YOI Spooky Week 2019 🎃Saturday, 26th of October 🎃
Day 2, Theme B: Autumn 🍁coffee shop AU, baking
The scent of baking filled The Hazelnut Cafe on a rainy afternoon in October. The owner of the cafe, one Yuuri Katsuki, could be found in the kitchen. He’d donned a pair of mits and was opening the door to the oven. His glasses fogged as he reached for the pumpkin pie on the centre shelf. He pulled it out and placed it on the cooling tray before slipping off the oven mits. The pie had come out perfect. Yuuri had decorated it with leaf cut outs around the edge, leaving a circle of pumpkin exposed in the middle. He was personally very proud of how the maple leaves looked in particular.
Yuuri heard the bell tinkle out in the cafe as the door opened, and he hurried to go serve the new customer. It’d been a slow day. Sometimes the rain drove people into the cafe, but on a Tuesday afternoon people were more likely to stay in their offices rather than venture out into the downpour for coffee. As such Yuuri had sent his only barista working that day, Guang Hong, home with pay.
When Yuuri reached the counter he saw his favourite customer closing his umbrella as he came towards him.
“Victor,” Yuuri greeted the silver haired man who he’d long harboured a crush on. “What are you doing out in this weather?”
“I can’t go without my coffee while I’m working on a project, Yuuri,” Victor said with a smile as he reached the counter, the rumble of his accent as enticing as ever. “And you make the best coffee.”
Yuuri blushed and ducked his head, always delighted and flustered by Victor’s compliments, of which there were many.
“Would you like the usual?” he asked.
“Yes please.”
Yuuri turned and started making Victor’s usual latte while Victor settled himself on one of the stools at the counter.
“So how’s business been?” Victor asked.
“Slow today,” Yuuri replied, raising his voice to be heard over the milk steamer. “But otherwise very good. It’s actually been nice, it’s given me some time to do baking without having to stay late to finish it all.”
“That’s good. You’ll have to let me try whatever you’ve been making.”
“Of course. It wouldn’t be Autumn without a slice of pumpkin pie.”
Yuuri finished off Victor’s coffee and placed it on the counter in front of him.
“I’ll get you a slice when it’s cooled,” Yuuri explained.
“You’ll just have to entertain me while I wait then. How torturous for me.”
Victor’s sly smile said he was teasing, and Yuuri couldn’t help but grin back, leaning over to smack him lightly on the arm.
“So when are you going to let me paint you?” Victor asked for the hundredth time.
Yuuri rolled his eyes.
“I told you,” he huffed. “I’m not pretty enough to be painted.”
“Yuuri, that is patently untrue. You’re gorgeous.”
Yuuri’s cheeks heated, but he couldn’t help frowning. No matter how many times Victor said so Yuuri just couldn’t believe it. He knew he wasn’t terrible looking, but he was plain and a little chubby from sampling his own baking.
“Don’t look like that,” Victor said, and Yuuri looked up to see him giving Yuuri his best puppy eyes. They were very hard to resist.
“Listen,” Victor continued when Yuuri didn’t say anything. “How about I paint you and if you still don’t believe you’re gorgeous by the end of it I’ll do a free painting class in your cafe.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened.
“But you haven’t done classes in years. You said you didn’t do them anymore.”
Though Yuuri had only met Victor in person about eight months before, he’d known and admired his artwork for much longer. And he knew that Victor’s classes were always sold out. Yuuri himself had been to many of Victor’s art shows, always captivated by the expressive use of colours and how he always seemed to catch the emotion of his subjects so well.
“Which is why it’ll be such a hit,” Victor said, beaming at him. “It’ll be thirty dollars entry, which will include one free drink. Cakes have to be paid for on top of that though. All of the proceeds will go to you.”
“But you’d be the one teaching the class,” Yuuri pointed out.
“But I’d be able to paint you, which is payment enough.”
Victor looked delighted with himself. Yuuri was less pleased. The offer was very tempting. While his cafe did very well, thanks to the combined effects of his great baking and Phichit’s amazing social media skills, it was always nice to have extra cash. He could send it back home to the onsen. Yuuri had been wanting to give back to his parents after they supported his move to America to study, but he hadn’t yet been able to. Plus he knew the onsen was struggling.
“I don’t know…” he said slowly, fiddling with the napkin stack.
“Oh come on, pleeeeeease?” Victor whined, and Yuuri looked up to see him pouting, again giving him the full puppy dog treatment.
Yuuri folded like wet paper.
“Fine,” he said, making Victor let out a whoop before Yuuri held up a finger. “But! I am going to get those classes.”
“We’ll see,” Victor said with a self satisfied smirk.
~~~~~~~
“Okay so if you just move your arm there.”
Yuuri was sat in Victor’s studio, which happened to be in Victor’s flat. And Victor was touching him to get him into position. It was all very overwhelming.
Yuuri had spent a good five minutes greeting Makkachin, Victor’s adorable poodle, who he’d met before when Victor bought her into the cafe. Then they’d come through to the studio, Yuuri getting a good look at Victor’s modern and very chic flat on the way. The studio was light and airy; large, industrial style windows giving the room a lot of natural light, which Yuuri supposed was necessary for painting.
Yuuri was sat on a stool in front of a screen that Victor had tossed a deep emerald green sheet over. He was sitting ramrod straight and having a hard time relaxing.
“Now relax your shoulders a bit,” Victor continued. Yuuri did so. “There we go, much better. Are you comfortable?”
The answer to that in general was no, but in terms of his position Yuuri supposed it was a yes so he nodded.
“Great,” Victor said, beaming at him before he turned to go over to where an easel was set up. “Let me know when you need a break, we can take as many as you need.”
Victor picked up a pencil from the little desk next to the easel then turned to look at Yuuri. He stared at him for a long moment, making Yuuri have to fight the urge to squirm, then he lifted the pencil and started drawing.
They chatted as Victor worked, which helped Yuuri relax. It felt a bit like being at the cafe, which was more familiar territory. Victor didn’t do much with the pencil, moving onto paint very quickly. His strokes were broad, clearly marking out the general shape to get proportions before he went into detail.
After about an hour they took a break so Yuuri could get a glass of water and go to the bathroom. He tried to get a look at the canvas on his return but Victor chivied him on, blocking it from view.
“No looking until it’s finished,” he said. “It’ll ruin the surprise.”
Yuuri just rolled his eyes, but went and sat back down.
After another hour Victor seemed pleased with his progress, and snapped a photo of Yuuri before he was allowed to relax.
“I think I can work from the photograph now that I’ve got the basic idea of it,” Victor said, considering his canvas with a critical eye, one finger on his lips.
“Okay, great,” Yuuri agreed, shrugging his jacket on. “I’ll see you in the cafe?”
“Sure,” Victor agreed, turning to him and smiling.
“Cool,” Yuuri said as they walked to the door together.
“Well,” he said when they reached it, eyes flicking up to Victor then away again. “Bye then.”
He felt a little awkward. It was as though they’d crossed some sort of line and he wasn’t sure if he should hug Victor goodbye or not. Victor made up his mind for him.
“Bye, Yuuri,” he said, swooping in to plant a kiss on Yuuri’s cheek.
Yuuri squeaked. Then turned bright red.
“Bye!” Yuuri said, and fled.
He thought he heard Victor chuckling as he went.
~~~~~~~
Two weeks later and Victor was bursting through the door of the cafe looking delighted.
“Yuuri!” he called, rushing over to the counter and bending over it eagerly. He had a smudge of white paint on his left cheekbone which Yuuri found frankly adorable.
“Victor,” Yuuri laughed, hopelessly charmed by this ridiculous man.
“It’s finished, Yuuri!” Victor said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Can you come see?”
“I dunno…” Yuuri said, eyeing Guang Hong where he was preparing a coffee.
Guang Hong was a sweet and cheerful boy. He was still studying, but worked when he didn’t have classes for the extra money.
“Go, I can manage on my own for a little bit,” Guang Hong assured him.
“Thanks, Gi,” Yuuri said, hurrying to grab his jacket and follow Victor from the cafe.
Victor bounced along beside him like an excitable puppy, chatting animatedly the whole way. He ushered Yuuri inside his flat once they’d reached it. Then Victor was leading him to the studio.
Yuuri was undeniably nervous. He had no reason to be. He knew how he looked and it wasn’t as though it was his work that Victor would be seeing. But even so.
The easel was facing away from them in the studio.
“Are you ready?” Victor asked, leading him around to the other side of it.
“As I’ll ever be.”
Then Yuuri was looking at the painting. Tears rose in his eyes.
“Yuuri?” Victor asked, looking panicked.
Yuuri shook his head, raising a hand to press his fingers to his lips as he drank in the sight of the portrait.
“You’ve made me pretty,” he said, a little choked up.
The portrait was indeed gorgeous. There was a likeness to Yuuri, but his eyes weren’t that nice, and his jawline wasn’t that good, his neck wasn’t that graceful.
“Yuuri, are you calling me a bad artist?”
“What?!” Yuuri gasped, turning to look at Victor, who was frowning at him. “No of course not!”
“But you just implied that what I painted wasn’t an accurate copy of what I saw. That’s what you look like, Yuuri. You just can’t see it. You’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met.”
Yuuri felt like the breath had been punched out of him.
“I… I’m not…”
“Yuuri.”
Yuuri looked up to see Victor had stepped closer, his eyes sad.
“I have been crushing on you from the moment I met you.”
Yuuri gasped, so shocked that he swayed a little.
“You’re wonderful,” Victor went on, looking so sincere that Yuuri felt like he’d been punched. “You’re funny and intelligent and most definitely gorgeous. So if you don’t believe that, you’re not only calling me a bad artist but a liar.”
Yuuri could only gape at him. And then he realised the slight tremor in Victor’s hands, how his brow was slightly creased, how his eyes were searching Yuuri’s face for any sign of how he felt. Yuuri didn’t want there to be any doubt whatsoever.
“I like you too,” Yuuri said, a little choked. “So much.”
Victor’s smile was like the sun. And when they kissed it was better than eating the best pumpkin pie in the world.
~~~~~~~
Victor still did the classes in Yuuri’s cafe, but they split the profits between them. It was a good compromise, made better by the coffee flavoured kisses.
Day One of FMA Fashion Week, staring Olivier Armstrong as Athena; the Greek goddess of wisdom. (It’s been said that she’s also a god of war and battle strategy).
Just trying to emphasize the fact that Olivier is a goddess.
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