#yoiweddingweek

hello everyone!

my name is mac and i hosted last year’s yoiweddingweek event! i had planned to do it around the same time this year however i have been accepted as a participant in the jet program and i will be moving to japan about a week before this event would take place.

i made this form to find out if anyone is interested in a second round of this event and what weeks might work best for you guys!

>> find the form here

Summary:

“Then, he found his passion in skating and here he built a whole new family with Mila, Georgie, Yura, and even Yakov, who was like a parent to all of them. The man was grumpy, but to be fair he did have to deal with the four of them and that could make anybody go crazy. This family was not perfect either, but they were certainly more affectionate than his parents had ever been and for the first time in his life he didn’t feel as lonely as before.”

☆YOI Wedding Week☆ (@yoiweddingweek)

Day 7 → Love

Written by: @porkcutletbowltrash

For: #yoiweddingweek Day 7 - Family 

Summary: “Watashi o mama to yonde, hanī. Anata no kazoku.” Viktor’s eyes lit up softly as he looked at the small woman who sat across from him. He felt Yuuri squeeze his hand softly as he smiled at Viktor. “Mama arigatō,” Viktor smiled and leaned his head against Yuuri’s shoulder, “Subarashī kazoku no tame ni.”

If he hadn’t opened his big mouth, this wouldn’t have happened, Yuuri supposed as he watched Viktor’s solemn form in the seat next to him. Seeing his husband in anything less than a cheerful mood was unsettling to say the least. Smiling, it seemed, was one of the forces that supported Viktor’s life, since he had never seen Viktor without one in the years they had been together. Even during their occasional squabbles, Viktor’s lips had always been twitched up on the ends as he would glare at his husband with a grimace on his face.

But now, seeing Viktor looking so…hollow, it was starting to scare Yuuri. It had shaken Yuuri up enough to pull Viktor out of Russia for a while, bringing him back home to Hastesu, where hopefully a dip in the hot springs and some time away from the hustle and bussell of the Russian city would allow Viktor to come back to himself. He had already called home, asking his parents if they could come visit and his mother had welcomed them with open arms. “Of course, Yuuri. Come whenever you would like, sweetie.” His mother had said in fluid Japanese over the phone. “Thanks mom. Viktor seems,” he had remembered looking over his shoulder at his shell of a husband sitting on the couch and looking blankly at the TV, “stressed at the moment…” His mother had clucked at him over the phone with worry and promised that she would prepare Yuuri’s old bedroom for them and that she would start cooking right away. “Mom, we won’t be there for a few days.” He had murmured over the phone. “My boy needs food. It’ll make him feel better.” She had said with anxiety over the phone, “And you’ll be hungry too after your flight and then your commute on the train.” Yuuri had simply sighed and rolled his eyes at the time, but now looking at Viktor’s weary eyes and limp hands that were folded in his lap as he stared out the window, he was starting to think that maybe some emotional eating would, for once, do Viktor some good.

He reached over and grabbed one of Viktor’s hands in his own and brought it over to sit in his lap, tracing soft shapes on the familiar warm skin. He wasn’t sure if it was an action to offer some comfort Viktor or to himself, but Yuuri knew that at least one of them needed that simple physical contact as they sat in tense silence next to each other on the train.

Cool blue eyes scanned up and down him again and Yuuri was helpless to stop the rush of blood flying to his face, skin crawling under the Russian woman’s stern gaze.

His hand stayed empty.

Victor’s mother’s eyes shifted to her son. “This is him?”

Yuuri’s smile fell flat.

In the run up to the wedding, Yuuri finally meets Victor’s parents. It doesn’t go well.

Written by: @porkcutletbowltrash

For: #yoiweddingweek Day 6 - Honeymoon

Summary:  “Is this…?” Yuuri asked with a soft gasp as Viktor began to lead him up the stairs.

“The Barcelona Cathedral?” Viktor asked with a smile as he turned to look at Yuuri, “Yes it is.”

Yuuri smiled softly back at him and towed Viktor over to the same place where they had stood on the night before the GP Final a couple of years ago. 

“It’s just as I remembered.”

Viktor woke to a soft kiss on the lips and a slight weight around his hips. “Vitya…” His husband was whispering in his ear as he trailed kisses along his cheeks and neck. He hummed and wrapped his arms around Yuuri, who was straddling him, and pulled him closer so Yuuri was practically laying on him. He peeked an eye open to look at the warm brown eyes that were looking back at him and smiled, “All of last night and the night before weren’t enough for you?” He joked softly as he carded a hand through the messy jet black hair that was tickling his nose. Yuuri hummed and laid his head on Viktor’s chest, “Could never get enough of you.” “I can’t get enough of you either, Yura. We can go at it again if you’re up for it.” Viktor shifted slightly so Yuuri could feel the usual morning erection that Viktor was sporting. Yuuri purred softly and kissed Viktor’s bare chest softly, “In a bit, Ai. I’m comfy here.” Viktor let out a content hum and placed a kiss to Yuuri’s mop of hair, “Me too. How’d you sleep last night?” “Before or after we made love?” Yuuri asked as he swirled soft patterns along the edge of Viktor’s side, “Really, really good.” “Good. You looked exhausted when I nudged you awake when we landed last night.”

Their first full day being married had mostly been spent on a plane or in various airports. Yuuri had been awoken the morning after their wedding night by a doting husband who, very apologetically, helped him dress and pack quickly so they could make their 5 am flight from Japan to Munich, where their layover was before flying from Munich to Barcelona. Thankfully, Viktor hadn’t minded as Yuuri snoozed for parts of the trip on his shoulder. “You looked so cute. I didn’t want to wake you.” Viktor had said as they were deplaning into the Barcelona airport. Yuuri had blushed but had smiled softly as he held Viktor’s hand as they made their way through customs. Once they had reached their hotel an hour or so away from the airport, Viktor and Yuuri had both collapsed into bed after a quick shower, too tired to really do anything. Viktor caressed Yuuri’s cheek with his thumb, “Hmm. When you’re ready to move, I want to take you some place.” Yuuri looked up at Viktor through his eyelashes and smiled, “Five more minutes, Vitya? Onegaishimasu?” “Of course, Yura. Tada rirakkusu suru.”

Needless to say, that five minutes had turned into an hour and then into two as the couple lounged in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, swapping lazy sweet kisses and murmured conversation. But once, Yuuri’s stomach growled, Viktor decided that it was time to feed his lover. “How about we go for Spanish Omelettes and Pan Con Tomates? We can go to that little restruaunt down the street we went to last time we were here.” Viktor had carded his hand through Yuuri’s tousled mop of hair and smiled down at him. “Sounds good to me. Means we’d have to get up though.” Yuuri stretched and yawned softly, rolling off Viktor and sitting up in bed. Viktor pushed himself up and wrapped his arms around Yuuri from behind as he mumbled into the crook of Yuuri’s shoulder and collar bone, “I can take you to where I want to afterwards. You’ll love it. I know you will.” “Vitya, if you’re planning on taking me to a Spanish sex shop—” Yuuri turned to look at him with teasing eyes. With a chuckle, Viktor pecked Yuuri’s lips and winked, “That’s later on the agenda, glupyy.”

Breakfast had been stunning as they sat in the midst of the Gaudi Gardens and ate Spanish Omelettes and Pan Con Tomates, while sipping on cups of café au lait and chamomile tea. They didn’t talk much as they ate, instead sitting mostly in relaxed silence together next to each other as they held hands. Occasionally, Viktor would lean over and place a soft kiss to Yuuri’s temple as he took a bite of his omelette or Yuuri would squeeze their hands together that had been placed in his lap, happy when Viktor would squeeze back slightly harder.

As Viktor went to pay the check, with the promise to Yuuri that he’d be right back, Yuuri took in the beautiful scenery around him. He had only been to the Gaudi Gardens once when they had been in Barcelona a few years ago together and it hadn’t changed one bit. The gardens were still packed with people who milled around the cobble stone roads; some speaking in English, but most, Yuuri could tell they were locals, speaking in fluent Spanish or Catalan. Sweet Spanish guitar could be heard in the distance as a street performer sat on a bench and sang along with the music in Spanish. Though Yuuri couldn’t understand the words to the song, he knew they were about love. He could tell in his soul that the lyrics seemed to speak of true love. Yuuri smiled as he felt Viktor wrap his arms around his waist, “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” “Not as beautiful as you, moya lyubov’.” Viktor nosed at Yuuri’s ear, “Come on, my Yura. We only have about a mile to walk.” Yuuri nodded and took Viktor’s hand as they strolled along the cobble stone roads, listening to the Spanish music fading into the distance as they made their way out of the gardens and into the Spanish streets.

Viktor was right, the walk wasn’t too bad, especially compared to the walk to the rink back in Saint Petersburg, which was about a five-mile walk on foot. In the winter, it was miserable, and Viktor had allowed them to take the bus to the rink most of the time, instead of making them walk in the freezing cold and harsh winds that Russia often accumulated. They continued along the cobbled roads together, hand in hand, as they passed by extravagant shops and small cafes. When Viktor came to a stop, pulling Yuuri to a stop with him, Yuuri understood where they finally were. The last time they had been here, it had been dark and a little chilly as Viktor and Yuuri had huddled together. “Is this…?” Yuuri asked with a soft gasp as Viktor began to lead him up the stairs. “The Barcelona Cathedral?” Viktor asked with a smile as he turned to look at Yuuri, “Yes it is.” Yuuri smiled softly back at him and towed Viktor over to the same place where they had stood on the night before the GP Final a couple of years ago. “It’s just as I remembered.” Viktor smiled as he looked up at the flying buttresses and intricate archways of the cathedral. “It’s only missing the choir.” Yuuri hummed as he watched Viktor’s face which was in awe. He hadn’t seen the cathedral in the day light and he hadn’t realized how insanely beautiful the Catedral de Barcelona was. “You know Yura, I was surprised when you pulled us into that Jewelry shop that night.” Viktor hummed as he looked back at his husband. “Why?” “Well, you aren’t into shopping and I could tell you were getting tired at the time.” Yuuri blushed, “I was worried because I lost your nuts.” “Hmmm. It was a little disappointing at first, but I was so happy to be with you that it didn’t matter. And then you were looking at rings and I was so confused.” Viktor blushed slightly and looked down in embarrassment, “I thought maybe you had found someone.” Yuuri leaned tilted Viktor’s chin up to meet his eyes, “You were right. I had found someone. And I just married him a couple days ago.” Viktor smiled softly and chuckled, “I thought maybe you had found a girl or even another man, Yura. You seemed so distant at the time so I thought maybe you were seeing someone after training or…” Viktor trailed off and smiled softly as he let out a gentle chuckle, “I bought your ring because I thought someday, I might’ve had the courage to give it to you. To ask you to be mine for as long as we were alive. Little did I know that I would slide that very ring onto your finger that very night.” “I had been trying to find something while we shopping for you to remember me by, Vitya. That’s why I was distant.” Yuuri cooped Viktor’s cheek with his hand and brought their foreheads together, “I wanted you to know that even if I didn’t win gold, I was so happy for the experience to train with you and I wanted to train with you for as long as I skated. I thought about buying you clothes or a book or even a souvenir, but none of the things I looked at it felt right. And then I saw this ring,” Yuuri stroked the golden band that was on Viktor’s left hand, “and I knew that this was it. I wanted you to look down and remember me every time I wasn’t by your side.” “I wouldn’t need a ring to remind me of those moments with you, my Yura.” Viktor cooed softly as he smiled. “I couldn’t wait to give it to you. I was going to do it after the free skate as a thank you present, but I couldn’t. Even holding it in the store without it being on your finger, it felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket. It had to be yours and it had to be then.” Yuuri stroked the ring on Viktor’s hand once more and gave Viktor a soft Eskimo kiss.

Viktor’s heart was beating faster in his chest as he listened to his lover’s side of the story. He remembered asking Yuuri one night as they were snuggled up together on the couch in Viktor’s apartment what he was thinking during the time they had gotten engaged, only to be answered by a soft mostly incoherent nonsense. He had thought about asking him again in the morning, opting to enjoy snuggly Yuuri instead, but when the morning light had come he had lost his confidence in asking. “I had run by this cathedral once when I was a little tense and I knew it wasn’t far from the jewelry store. Plus, it’d be someplace we could go and it would be private. Plus, it was uncannily beautiful.” Yuuri blushed softly, but his blushed cheeks soon eased as Viktor gave him another Eskimo kiss. “Thank you, Yuuri.” Viktor purred softly. “Huh?” Yuuri asked softly with surprise. “Thank you, my love. Thank you for your heart.” Viktor could feel tears welling in his eyes as he smiled. Yuuri blushed deeper and pressed his lips to Viktor’s, “Thank you for taking it, Koibito.”

The newlyweds spent a while sitting on the steps in front of the Barcelona Cathedral together, holding hands and knocking knees as they talked about nothing and everything at the same time. They took pictures of the scenery for memories and took multiple selfies together; some of them showing the couple locked at the lips, others of them smiling as they curled up beside each other under the bright sunlight. “Hmmm. Where do you wish to go next, Yura?” Viktor hummed as he draped his arm across Yuuri’s shoulders. “We could wander through the shops. I was distracted last time.” Yuuri teased softly as he leant his head on Viktor’s shoulder. With a chuckle, Viktor pulled them up from the steps, “Your wish is my command.”

As Yuuri suggested, they passed through the shops on the Barcelona streets, looking through the lit windows in the fading sunlight. Viktor had managed to convince Yuuri to let him dote on him by buying him some clothes that made Yuuri’s eyes bulge out of his head at the price. In return, however, Viktor had let Yuuri drag him into a local skate shop where Yuuri bought Viktor a new pair of skates. “Yura…” Viktor had sighed as he slid his feet out of the skates, “My skates are perfectly fine.” “I want you to always skate with a part of me.” Yuuri had said, his arms folded across his chest. Viktor stood and wrapped his arms around his husband’s smaller stature, “I always do skate with you.” Yuuri kissed his cheek softly but still grabbed the skates and placed them on the counter with his credit card.

By the time they had made it back to their hotel for the night, they were laden down with shopping bags filled with souvenirs and precious items that the other had demanded to buy for their lover. As soon as they stepped foot in the door, Yuuri dropped his bags on the other side of the room and toed off his shoes. Turning to face behind him, he found Viktor smiling softly to himself as he pulled off the light hoodie that Yuuri had let him borrow from where he sat on the love seat in their hotel room.

God, he loved Viktor. He loved him so much.

Yuuri glided over to where his husband was sitting on the love seat, off in his own little world – his face set in a content smile. He leaned over the couch from behind Viktor and wrapped his arms around his neck lovingly, “What’re you thinking about, Vitya? Nani ka machigaete iru?” Viktor tilted his head back to look up into Yuuri’s chocolate eyes, “Damedayo beibī. Watashi wa chōdo yoi basho o kangaeru koto ga dekimasen.” And then Viktor pulled Yuuri’s head forward so he was kissing Yuuri’s soft lips upside down; like Yuuri was the Mary Jane to Viktor’s Spiderman. Yuuri hummed into the kiss and smiled, “I wish Makkachin was with us. She would’ve loved Barcelona.” Viktor smiled teasingly, “Don’t worry, Yura. I’ll be taking her on a vacation as soon as we get home.” He ran his hands through some of the stray locks that hung in Yuuri’s eyes. With a playful pout, Yuri said, “And then you’ll be leaving me at home, huh?” “Well, Viktor purred, “I dunno about that. I don’t like being away from you for long.” Yuuri kissed Viktor’s forehead slightly before they were interrupted by a knock at the door. “I’ll get it, Vitya.” Yuuri kissed Viktor’s cheek softly and sidled over to the door.

Opening the door, he was met with a hotel employee with a huge cart with domed trays sat on it. “Uhm, Can I help you?” Yuuri asked slightly. “Ah, yes.” The man said in his broken English, “Room service.” “Oh, we didn’t order room service.” Yuuri tried to explain. “Uhm, this is room 825.” The employee said and handed the piece of paper with the information for the order on it.

That’s when he noticed the small note at the bottom of the slip.

To Viktor and Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov, We forgot to get you a wedding present. Dinner is on us. Get your lovely-doveiness out while you’re there.

- Yuri and Otabek P.S. Be expecting an invitation soon. We’re engaged.

Yuuri smiled and held the note as he looked back up at the waiter, “Thank you. I’ll take it from here.” The waiter smiled and waved softly as he passed the cart to Yuuri and made his way back down the hall. “Who was that Yura?” Viktor cooed as he looked at him from the love seat. “A wedding present.” Yuuri passed the note to Viktor and watched as Viktor’s grin grew wider. “I knew it was coming. The way Ota looks at Yuri is the way I look at you, Yura. I’m so happy they finally decided to tie the knot.” Viktor was bouncing happily in his seat as Yuuri pushed the cart to sit in front of them on the love seat. “They’re crazy about each other, for sure.” Yuuri sat next to Viktor and pulled Viktor’s hand into his lap, “Yuri has grown up so much since those early days competing against each other.” “He has. We all have.” Viktor hummed as he set the note down on the table and kissed Yuuri’s temple, “And I don’t think it could’ve ended any better than it has. I have a very handsome husband, Yuri and Otabek are getting married, we have 8 golds between you and me and we have a beautiful family. There’s nothing else I could’ve asked for.”

Okay.

I am so sorry I posted this so late. I’m not dead. I promise. I got roped into power washing my parents’ driveway for most of the day. 

Summary:

“Victor, I’m hungry.”

Oh my, Victor thought. He turned around and almost dropped the champagne when he saw Yuuri sitting on the bed. The other man had already ditched his jacket, tie, and shoes. Yuuri wanted to get extra frisky tonight if the hungry comment was any indication. Victor was all up for it. He put the bottle back on the table, removed his jacket slowly and sensually and threw it somewhere in the room, making sure that it wouldn’t land on the fireplace. The last thing he wanted was to spend their wedding night in a different room because he burnt this one down. He started loosening his tie seductively without taking his eyes off Yuuri.“

Summary:

“You may now kiss each other,” the officiant announced after what felt like an eternity for Yuuri and the whole infinite for Victor. The man jumped at Yuuri making him stumble in his haste to kiss Yuuri and seal the deal. Victor had probably wanted to recreate that first kiss they shared in Russia all those years ago. They might have ended up on the floor if not for Phichit and his ninja reflexes. He kept Yuuri from falling while Victor smooched the breath out of him. Victor’s enthusiasm was met with laughs, cheers, whistles and an “Oi, save it for the wedding night” that Yuuri was sure came from Yura.

Written by: @porkcutletbowltrash

For: Day 5 - First Dance #yoiweddingweek

Summary: “May I have this dance, Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov?” Viktor asked as he reached for Yuuri’s hand. Skating with Viktor like this was something that had never happened before for Yuuri. They had skated as a couple on the ice, even doing pair skating in competition, before, but everything had been choreographed and perfected. Simply gliding with Viktor’s arms around him was raw and soft; contently beautiful and so very intimate.

Viktor could’ve kissed Yuuri for the rest of his life and he would’ve died happily, but he also wanted to make sure that his surprise was fulfilled. So, reluctantly, he pulled away from his husband, pressing one soft chaste peck to his lips before nosing softly at Yuuri’s forehead. “I brought us some skates, Yura,” Viktor mumbled softly and pushed Yuuri softly down onto the bench behind them. He trailed kisses along his cheek and neck softly before pulling away, finding that Yuuri was left slightly breathless and his eyes filled with lust. Yuuri pulled Viktor’s face closer and kissed him with a soft hunger – passionate, but gentle. If Yuuri didn’t stop, Viktor’s restraint wouldn’t last much longer. He kissed Yuuri softly once more and cupped his cheeks soft as he pulled away. “Vitya…” Yuuri softly whined. Viktor couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Don’t worry, moya lyubov, we’ll have plenty of time for that tonight.” Yuuri blushed bright red but nodded in agreement. They would definitely have a lot of time for that tonight. “Lace up your skates.” Viktor handed a pair of worn black ice skates to Yuuri softly who nodded and gave a gentle smile.

Both Viktor and Yuuri sat side by side as they pulled on the borrowed skates, bumping shoulders playfully. “So, we’re skating?” Yuuri asked as he watched Viktor bend down to tie one of his skates. There was a pregnant pause and then Yuuri blushed, “Sorry. Dumb question, I suppose.” Viktor chuckled and leaned up to kiss Yuuri’s blushing cheek, “No such thing as a dumb question, Yuuri. Skating is what brought me to you, so I figured why not enjoy some time on the ice on the most important day of my life with the love of my life?” With a playful groan, Yuuri turned to face his coach, “Just what I wanted. My coach to go ape on my quad flip on my wedding day.” Viktor brushed a stray hair from Yuuri’s face and smiled at him, “Don’t worry Yura. I sent the coach part of me on Vacation to the Bahamas for the week. He needed a break.” Yuuri laughed happily at the humor and stood up to walk hand in hand with Viktor down to the awaiting ice.

Despite being best men at Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding, preparations for the ceremony mean Chris and Phichit barely get a chance to catch up until the big day. 

Pairing: Chris/Phichit

7,988 words. NSFW.

Sort of a submission for @phichimettiweek Day 5: Celebration, and sort of a submission for @yoiweddingweek Day 2: Best Man. I’m rly sorry it’s so late I moved house;;;;;

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