#viktorcupcakes

Yuriy: can we talk later? Viktor: Of course, kotenok Yuriy: ok. Viktor: Are you alright? Yuriy: yeah. I just wanna ask you something.

Yuriy stares at the messages again a few hours later, a troubled look marring his expression as he re-reads the few lines of text with a deeply knitted crease in his brow. He knows what he wants to ask, a question that’s been on his mind for several weeks now after coming home, but he intended on asking it through text message, yet somehow he’s ended up with yet another Skype call to Japan.

He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to ask what he wants without the barrier of text between them to act as a second shield as he hesitantly lets his guard down enough to even pose the question in the first place–to open himself up enough to show even just the smallest bit of doubt and worry to anyone other than Otabek, who has been nothing short of his unshakeable pillar for months.

It’s not something he can go to Otabek for, Yuriy knows. Viktor is the only one with the experience and insight Yuriy needs, and therefore, the only person he can go to.

Yuriy takes a few more moments wrestling with the decision of whether or not to make the call or not, and when his fingers idly reach up to twirl the Kazakh coin pendant between his fingers, a habit he’s developed since it was gifted to him, the decision is made.

Yuriy makes the call.

No matter where Yuuri would be in the world, and no matter who he was with, there are only two places where Yuuri feels at home and completely at peace; in Viktor’s arms, and in Hasetsu. And to have both of those places combined, is absolute heaven for Yuuri. 

Seeing his family again after so long feels so good. Everything about Hasetsu brings warmth to his heart; the sounds of the seagulls in the early morning, the smell of the ocean and the trees, hearing his Japanese dialect all around him again. It feels so amazing to be back home again. 

But of course, being home again doesn’t mean that Yuuri can just relax and do nothing. As usual, he helps his family out with running the inn. From the first day that they arrive, Yuuri helps Mari with cleanin up around the building, accepts costumers, and helps his mother with cooking. His mother even has to force him to spend time with Viktor instead of helping her run the inn. Yuuri eventually gives in, despite feeling guilty, and decides to check up on Viktor, who is probably decorating Yuuri’s, but now their, bedroom. 

“Viktor?” Yuuri enters his bedroom, and he scans about the room to find his fiance. As soon as he finds him, wearing the dark green robes that belongs to the inn, a blush is quick to colour his cheeks, and he closes the door behind him. “Ah... I’m done helping my mother out,” he says, walking over to the Russian man. “She told me I should take the rest of the day off.” 

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS | GURL DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED

ship with:  YUURI

friendship them with:  Christophe, Yurio, Georgi, Emil

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS | GURL YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM

ship with:  Erwin, Eren, Petra

friendship them with: Hanji

If Yuuri had to choose what his favourite pasttime would be, apart from figure skating, he would probably say asbent-mindedly playing with Viktor’s hair. As strange as it sounds. There is something soothing in the way he is able to tangle his fingers into the silky hair, and then easily smoothing them back out again. Viktor’s hair is just so soft and fine, Yuuri could play with it for hours on end if he could. 

And just like now, while he is reading through some articles on his phone, and Viktor’s head is resting on his lap, his fingers curl and uncurl themselves in Viktor’s hair, playing with the strands as he reads. Makkachin is sleeping at the other end of the couch at their feet, and Yuuri isn’t sure if Viktor is taking a nap as well, or if he’s scrolling through his phone. Either way, Yuuri gives a content sigh, and enjoys this quiet, peaceful moment. 

Six days have never seemed like such a long time.

It has been six days since Viktor and Yuuri’s birthday surprise. Six days since Viktor poured a good chunk of his heart into a soulful routine just for Yuriy and six days since Viktor and Yuuri both pulled the floor from beneath his feet. Six days since they presented Yuriy with legal guardianship papers, offering a sense of stability away from home that’s he’s never really been afforded on the road. Six days since he’d been given something as close to real parents that he’s ever had.

Six days since everything could potentially change, but two days since everything crumbled like a tower of wet sand being washed away by a rogue wave. Two days since Yuriy let his anger and bitterness get the better of him at last and he lashed out at Viktor. Two days since Otabek phoned him, probably with the intention of calling Yuriy out on his bullshit after reading the out-of-line messages he’d sent to Viktor when he’d been too angry and scared to stop himself. Hurt him before he hurts me. He’d done what he’d intended, but he never expected how badly he’d react to his own frustration and fear until he nearly broke down into tears over the phone.

Two days since Yuriy was able to fully gather his thoughts. Two days since he sat down and thought about everything–not just what would make Viktor or Yuuri or even himself happy, or what they all actually needed.

Two days since he stayed up until 3am so he could call his grandfather in St. Petersburg early enough that there was little chance that he was at his part time job he still insisted on keeping, but not early enough that Yuriy caught him before his morning coffee. Nikokai could tell the moment he heard Yuriy’s voice that something was wrong, and he asked, but Yuriy couldn’t tell him. Instead, they talked on the phone for almost an hour about nearly everything and nothing and anything except what Yuriy had actually called to ask him about. He wanted to know what his grandfather thought of the idea, the person who’d had sole custody of him since he was about eight or nine years old, but every chance he had to take, he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Otabek would have chewed him out if he knew Yuriy had held back because he didn’t want his grandfather to worry.

Two days since they talked until Nikolai could hear the yawns Yuriy was suppressing, and once he realized the time it was in Detroit, Nikolai sent him off to bed and Yuriy hung up just as unsure as when he called. He didn’t get to sleep until almost seven the next morning and was thankful for the Sundays off from practice. He spent most of the day in bed alternating between texting Otabek, staring at the papers, petting Koshka, staring at the papers again and thinking so hard about everything until he knew.

Six days after everything, Yuriy finds himself standing outside of the ever familiar apartment with the papers in his hand and the answer in his heart. He knows what he needs to do and knows what needs to be said and done…he just hopes that the decision he’s made is the right one. Without a word, he ignores the spare key that he knows is still there, knocks twice on the door and waits.

Viktor: I’m in the parking lot you silly bean.

Yuriy grumbles once Viktor’s private message comes in, having expected him to extra as usual and come up to his dorm room to collect him, instead of waiting for him outside like a normal person. He rolls over off of his bed, throwing on Otabek’s black hoodie that they’ve yet to exchange back over his dark grey leggings and shoving his feet into whatever shoes were closest before snatching up his faux leather bag off of the floor. Yuriy checks it to make sure everything’s in there that he’ll need then swings the straps over both of his shoulders, stuffs his phone into the hoodie pocket and locks up after he’s slipped outside into the hall.

Yuriy takes the steps two at a time, accompanied by the loud rattling of pills on the bottle of painkillers that were jostling around in his bag. If getting his freaking tongue pierced was going to be anything like the helix piercing he’d gotten a little over a month ago, he is definitely going to need them.

There’s still a very subtle chill in the air, the sun already starting to set and the last bits of Winter giving way reluctantly to spring. It’s a short trek from the dorms to the parking lot and Yuriy easily spots Viktor waiting for him, leaning against his car.

“Hi, okay. Let’s go.”

Yuuri’s hand is curling and uncurlin in the curly fur of the back of Makkachin’s head. His eyes were fixated on the arrival hall where the passangers of the landed plane would walk through at any moment now. The airplane had landed a couple of minutes ago, and Yuuri can already feel his heart pounding in his chest, both out of excitement and out of slight anxiety. 

Viktor is finally home. 

Makkachin also knows what is about to happen, apparently, since he has been wagging his tail excitedly the entire time. The chair Yuuri is sitting on isn’t exactly very comfortable, but he doesn’t care. he just can’t wait to finally see Viktor again after such a long time of being apart. 

After a few more moments of waiting, a crowd of people suddenly appears out of the arrival hall. The crowd isn’t very large, but it does take a moment before Yuuri finally lays his eyes upon the man he is searching for between all those faces. 

A tall man with arctic blue eyes, silky, platinum blond hair, a slender nose and a sharp, defined jawline walks appears between the crowd, and Yuuri immediately raises back on his feet. His heart starts pounding, and an instant, happy grin forms his lips. 

“Viktor!” he calls out, immediately moving from his spot to hurry over to the man. He comes running towards him, and doesn’t stop running until he is finally able to wrap his arms around Viktor’s waist again. The man’s arms had already been wide open, welcoming him back into his hold, and Yuuri’s own arms close around him as well. His face is pressed into the crook of Viktor’s neck, and he hugs him tightly. 

Viktor is here. Viktor is really here again. He’s with him again. 

Yuuri breathes in his scent, feels the warmth of his body, and even through all the layers of clothing they are wearing, he can still feel his heartbeat. Tears begin to form in his eyes, and he quickly tries to blink them away. 

“Welcome home, Vitya.”