Yuri!!! On Ice Advent Calendar

It’s one of those mornings; Yuuri’s thoughts unfurl, rising from sleep, to find that the tip of his nose is cold.

The rest of him is warm, though - so warm, wrapped in the comforting weight of flannel sheets and heavy blankets. The bed is a cocoon of gentle heat. There’s only a narrow gap of cooler air at his back, where the space between his body and Victor’s allows some of the cold to creep into their sanctuary.

He rolls over, closing the gap.

Victor is facing him, silver hair tousled by sleep and falling carelessly into his eyes, mingling with his fine lashes. He’s still sleeping peacefully, though the clock on the table over his shoulder reads 9:13.

9:13, December 25th.

A puff of  breath, not quite a snore, escapes Victor’s parted lips, and his brow furrows a bit. Yuuri’s back is to the window, but he can see the shaft of light that’s escaped their curtains as it creeps up the covers, reaching for Victor’s eyes.

Yuuri had intended to let him sleep in, but Victor is a light sleeper on the best day. He won’t stay out for much longer; so, Yuuri gives into temptation. He sweeps the fall of hair back from Victor’s face and leans in, brushing his lips over Victor’s - once, again, until he feels Victor stir, reaching out and tilting his head to lean into the fluttering kisses.

“Good morning,” Yuuri murmurs, pulling away even as Victor licks his lips and pursues. “Merry Christmas, and happy birthday as well.”

“Mmmm… Good morning,” Victor whispers, eyes still closed as he leans forward, searching for more kisses. Even without sight, his hand crawls through the blankets and finds Yuuri’s, tangling their fingers together.

Yuuri pulls back again, avoiding Victor’s lips until his eyes finally open, slitted blue watching Yuuri with sleepy suspicion. “You never told me what you wanted for your birthday this year,” Yuuri prompts. He turns Victor’s hand, and his thumb sweeps teasing up the center of his palm.

“Anything I want?”

“Anything,” Yuuri breathes.

Victor wraps his arm around Yuuri’s waist in answer and pulls him in, squirming to close the last few centimeters of space left between them. At the foot of the bed, Makkachin groans at the disturbance, then flops back onto her side. Victor presses his forehead against Yuuri’s and scatters little kisses across his cheek.

“I want you,” he says. “In bed. All day.”

It’s an impossible dream. Makka will need to go out, will need to be fed. They’ll both have to eat and shower and use the bathroom at various points. And, they’re athletes. They get restless when they’re forced to lay around for too long. Even without the demands of biology and pets, they’d never make it a whole day without getting up.

But, it’s Victor’s birthday. Yuuri is more than willing to try.  

Nuzzling in, he fits his face into the crook of Victor’s neck, breathing in the warmth of fabric softener and sunshine and the ghost of Victor’s aftershave from yesterday. His cheek and chin are prickly, awaiting the morning routine, but Yuuri is past minding a little beard burn.

He slips one of his legs between Victor’s and thrills again at the way their bodies can slot together, each one slipping into the other until there’s no emptiness left. One of Yuuri’s arms gets trapped beneath him, but the other slips around Victor’s waist, his fingers pressing into the small of his back like a pianist feeling the keys. He arches as Victor’s hands slide down his spine in answer, continuing until he’s cradling the globes of Yuuri’s butt, hitching him up to rest halfway on top of Victor instead of side by side.

Yuuri can’t resist rocking his hips against Victor’s leg at the change in position. It’s morning, and pressed so close to Victor, he can’t help himself. Victor rolls into the hollow of Yuuri’s hip in answer, but there’s no movement toward more, only the continuing flutter of delicate kisses along the line of Yuuri’s neck.

Humming with quiet happiness, Yuuri closes his eyes and holds Victor tighter. The kisses hesitate, become more infrequent, then stop, and he feels the slow rise of Victor’s chest shudder beneath him. He’s fallen back asleep. Good. They both need to get more rest.

It’s so warm in the bed. Yuuri will just lie here a moment longer, then he’ll get up. He’ll get dressed, and walk Makka, and…

Without even noticing that he’s fading, Yuuri drops back into sleep too, his head still pillowed on Victor’s chest.

Title: Something Rare and Precious

Pairing: Viktuuri

Rating: G

Summary: They said it would start snowing, but Yuuri is still waiting.

Word Count: 1,311

Prompt: day 25 | a soft kind of love is born

Outside, the lights of St. Petersburg twinkle invitingly, casting a dull sheen on the low clouds above the city. Yuuri sips on his hot chocolate slowly, absently tucking his knees closer to his chest. He thinks of dialing up the heated blanket wrapped around him and Makkachin, but the remote is on the other side of the couch, and he doesn’t feel like moving.

He misses his parents’ kotatsu. He hasn’t gotten to sit under one for five years, since he could never afford one in Detroit. He knows if he mentioned it to Viktor that a new one would appear within a week, so he keeps his mouth shut. His inaction means he isn’t as cozy as he could be – but that doesn’t matter to Yuuri. He has Makkachin and his hot chocolate, even if it’s starting to cool off.

Humming catches his attention, and Yuuri looks over his shoulder toward the kitchen. Viktor is swaying a little as he stands at the stove overseeing their dinner, and Yuuri smiles a little, watching him. He thinks Viktor is humming Eros again.

Day 22 of the Yoi Advent Calendar : Split 

Full illustration will be available at “Embrasse-moi! a #Viktuuri fanzine” and preorders are open!! It will feature this and 35 more viktuuri pieces!!! 

This is the third of my five planned ficlets for @yoiadventcalendar. This one is set in my Royalty AU series and was written for the Day 15 theme - Decorating. Other parts of the series can be found on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/series/1035840). Victor wakes to the sensation of a single finger running over his cheek, tracing a careful line along his neck and into the hollow of his collarbone. He stirs, blinking back the weight of sleep, and turns his head. The dim light that creeps through the curtains around his bed illuminates the sweetest face beside him. Yuuri’s dark hair looks beautiful spilling across Victor’s pillow, almost as gorgeous as the way his lashes fan out across his cheeks, which tinge with pink the moment he sees that Victor is watching him.

Victor’s heart swells at the sight, his lips tugging up into a half-smile. They’ve been married a few months now, but it’s still a delight to wake up like this each morning, and he knows that his husband feels much the same.

“Good morning, sire,” Yuuri murmurs, a playful bite to the honorific. He squirms even closer, tucking himself into Victor’s side as his fingertips continue to roam.

“Good morning,” Victor whispers, voice rough from sleep, and wraps his arm around Yuuri’s shoulders. The light crawling across their pillows is grey. Through a gap in the curtains, he can make out a heavy blanket of dark clouds covering the sky outside. Looks like snow. “Are you trying to cuddle, or are you only using me for my body heat?” Now that he’s noticed, the air in the bedroom is quite crisp.

“I’ve been up a while thinking.” Yuuri’s fingers skim the line where Victor’s underclothes would rest, if he bothered to wear any. “Does Nikiv celebrate the midwinter solstice?”

“Mmmm… no, not as such. I think celebrations used to be more common, but it overlaps with my natal day. Usually, there are too many festivals and parties planned for that week already.” He rolls onto his side and tucks a few stray hairs back behind Yuuri’s ear. “If you wanted to see a solstice celebration here, you’d need to leave the city.”

“Oh.” Yuuri’s tone dips, and his eyes crease at the corners. He’s clearly pondering something, but he doesn’t volunteer what it is. Regardless, he lets Victor soothe the lines and frowns away with gentle fingers and swift kisses until the maid taps at the door to summon them for breakfast.

Day 15 of the #YoiAdventCalendar2018 : Cold/Flu

Viktor would be the ultimate nurse, and that’s a fact!

Day 15

Decorations/Decorating

whoops almost forgot to post this, anyways, have some good bois having fun, I presume back in the good ol’ Detroit days

Day 14

Music

AAAAAAAA sorry I missed the other days, I got busy and got stuck with another drawing, wow I haven’t drawn so much in such short amount of time lol, the other days arealmost finished so I’ll post them tomorrow but have this one for now!

Day 14 of the #YoiAdventCalendar2018 : music Pre-orders for “Embrasse-moi! a #Viktuuri fanzine” are open! It will feature this and 35 more viktuuri pieces!!! https://goo.gl/Ufa1gF

Day 13 of the #YoiAdventCalendar2018 : Holiday Drinks

It’s ponche season in Mexico and I’m craving some!

Also, our ponche is nothing like that us thing that they drink 🤢

@yoiadventcalendar

Day 12 of the #YoiAdventCalendar2018 : Gift Giving

Yuuri talked to Chris for at least 8+ hours until he was able to pick a present for Viktor. Let’s be honest, Viktor just went into Victoria Secret and got himself a present for Yuuri to wear 🤣

This is the second of my five planned ficlets for @yoiadventcalendar. This one is set in my superhero AU series, Ordinary People, and was written for the Day 11 theme of Baking Cookies | First Holiday Together. There’s an unholy clatter coming from the kitchen as soon as Yuri walks through the front door of the mansion. Crap. Victor had better not be cooking again. The food isn’t bad - though Yuri wouldn’t admit that out loud - but he makes a hell of a mess and then, since he cooked, everyone else (Yuri) has to help clean up. It’s not worth it.

In the kitchen, he finds all three of the Nishigori triplets, their little eyes barely visible over the countertop even with the aid of stools. Victor and Yuuri are both supervising as the girls pour some sort of concoction into a bowl, their hair and faces streaked with white powder.

“What are you supposed to be making, aside from trouble?” he asks, dumping his backpack on the couch. “And where the hell are the adults?”

“Yuri!” Axel cries out.

“Making cookies,” Loop says. “Come help,” adds Lutz.

Hovering over the counter like an oversized firefly, Aura grins at him. “Yuuko and Takeshi are out doing some shopping, and Yakov is at the cottage tonight, so Yuuri and I are the adults.”

“God forbid.” Yuri walks over and peers down into the bowl in front of the triplets. There’s a little mountain of various dry ingredients piled in the center. Yuuri tilts the other bowl he’s holding for Yuuri to see where he’s creaming eggs, butter, and sugar. 

“Some show they were watching with Victor had cookie decorating,” Yuuri says, huffing with the effort of mixing. There’s a dot of flour on the tip of his nose. “It sounded fun, but I haven’t baked anything like this in a long time.”

Victor peeks at the recipe book on the counter, then drifts over to the cabinets and pulls out another ingredient. He’s about to add a spoonful to the bowl when Yuri notices the writing on the side. 

His hand shoots out, grabbing Victor’s wrist. “That’s baking powder, old man. The book says baking soda. Is your eyesight going?”

“What’s the difference?”

Yuri and Yuuri exchange a look, and Yuri rolls his eyes. He lets go of Victor’s arm and pushes past him. “Just let me do it.”

Under Victor’s watchful, if confused, eyes, Yuri and the triplets manage to get the rest of the dry ingredients measured and mixed with only minor distractions, while Yuuri finishes up with the wet stuff. The triplets get bored with this, dropping onto the floor to play at being animals or possibly pirates, and leave them alone to do the important and difficult parts.

“You’re good at this,” Yuuri says, his voice pitched out of range of Victor’s ears.

Yuri bites back the impulse to make a sarcastic comment. “Thanks,” he says instead. And then, because it’s Yuuri, and because Yuuri is okay, sometimes, he adds, “My grandpa taught me.”

 The warmth of the oven radiating against his back, and the girls giggling in the living room take him back to when he wasn’t much bigger than them, sitting on the counter of the cramped, shadowed kitchen in Moscow and watching the snow fall out the window as his деда hummed to himself and stirred.

He pulls back from the memory, realizing he’s over-working the ingredients in his bowl, and passes it over to Yuuri. They combine the two containers into one, and then Yuuri pauses.

“Victor, do you have an electric mixer?”

“No need,” Victor says and scoops the bowl out of Yuuri’s hands. Before anyone can question him, he grabs a spoon and begins to beat at the mixture with superhuman speed and force.

Half-mixed dough flies everywhere, splattering along the counter, the floor, and everyone in the splash zone. Though Victor catches on quickly, momentum keeps the bowl spinning in his arms, slinging more dough onto the kitchen cabinets. There’s probably cookie dough on the ceiling. 

Victor sets the bowl back on the counter with care. “Not my finest hour,” he admits with a self-deprecating smile. “I’ll go get a towel.” As he floats out of the room, Makkachin pads over, wagging her tail as she laps up the splashes on the floor. Good thing they aren’t making brownies.

The rest of the process goes off without a hitch, aside from the triplets having a brief spat over sharing turns on the rolling pin. Once the dough is flat and Victor’s finishing wiping up his mess, Yuuri stops again to chew his lip. 

“We don’t have any cookie cutters, do we?” The halo of light around Victor intensifies as he begins literally beaming at Yuuri’s easy use of the word “we”. 

If Yuri lets him, they’ll all get scooped up in some ridiculous sapfest, so he cuts them off at the pass, popping out the claw on his index finger. “Cookie cutters are for suckers,” he says. “I’ve got this. What shapes are we doing?”

“A unicorn,” Loop screeches. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so confident.

By the time they run out of space on the dough, Yuri has attempted to draw: a unicorn, an alien, a hippopotamus, three dogs, Makkachin specifically, Georgi, Yuuko, and a “cookie-shaped cookie”. He adds in a cat for himself.

Once everything is on the cookie sheet, Yuuri sets the timer and pops the tray into the oven. The triplets have collapsed onto the couch in a pile, using Makkachin as a pillow, and Yuri can almost see Victor’s hands itching to latch onto his boyfriend. Yuri brushes the stubborn sprinklings of flour off his clothes, then wipes his hands on his jeans before heading for the stairs.

“Aren’t you staying to decorate?” Yuuri calls after him.Yuri waves him off. 

Day 10

Free day!

I realized I didn’t actually draw em kissing on the mistletoe prompt one, which is honestly a disgrace so here’s them, doin’ some smoochin’

Day 11 of the #YoiAdventCalendar2018 : Baking Cookies

Viktor is probably the kind of man that can burn water. So he helps by doting and kissing his husband until he’s done with the mixture.

Day 9

Lingerie

i tried to find male Christmas lingerie and uh, I found stuff alright, but I would never forgive myself for drawing that, so have this instead!