Hi, this is my first time writing a fan fic so please be nice to me *smiles nervously*
Me: OMG! Yuuri! Victor! I am really glad that you guys signed up to be in my fanfiction! I am really, really overwhelmed! *smiles so wide*
Victor: *does his heart-shaped smile* *hugs Yuuri* I hope this will be fun and full of fluff!
Yuuri: I hope so.
Victor: Why?
Yuuri: Just look at this notebook with the title and summary... *about to read the flow of the story*
Me: *snatches the notebook* THERE IS NO WAY THAT YOU TWO WILL READ THIS! *turns to the audience* Remember that I own none any of the characters nor the anime *whispers* even though I want to.
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"Yuuri!" Victor Nikiforov said while hugging his fiancé, Yuuri Katsuki, from the back.
"Yes, Victor?" Yuuri replied. Yuuri holds Victor's hand that is around Yuuri's waist.
"I love you so much." Victor said as he holds Yuuri's left hand and kissed the golden ring that symbolizes their unconditional and sincere love, their unbreakable bond, and their mutual trust to each other. "Hey, Yuuri." Victor whispered and kissed his fiancé's hair. Yuuri looked at Victor, breaking the hug, as a reply to his fiancé. "Say... do you want to get married after the Grand Prix Final? I mean, yeah, we can't be married in Japan or Russia but we can find a country where we can be married, right?" Victor asked and smiled upon the sight of Yuuri's face turning red. Victor kneeled in front of Yuuri, gaining attention from the crowd. He then pulled out a red small box from his coat and opened it to reveal a silver ring. "After the Grand Prix Final, will you marry me, Yuuri Katsuki?" Victor finally asked it. He finally asked the question he wants to ask since last year.
A-after the Grand Prix Final? Yuuri asked to himself, still blushing and his heart beating so fast, his eyes starting to water out of happiness. I-Isn't this a little too fast? Yuuri asked to himself, again. A little too fast? You've been together for almost 4 years, Yuuri. Another side of Yuuri said to himself. M-Marrying, huh? Victor stared at Yuuri, waiting for an answer.
"I know it's kind of sudden b-but... if you need time to think about it... I-I will give you the time you want." Victor tries to hide the nervousness and anxiety in his tone. Please let it be a yes! Please answer a yes, Yuuri. Please! "I-I can't... I can't-" Yuuri said.
"Y-Yuuri? W-What do you mean by that?" Victor interrupted, trying to stop his tears from falling. I-Is this a dream? A nightmare, perhaps? He thought. He tried blinking back the tears. Thoughts run through his mind, thoughts why Yuuri said that he can't.
"Let me finish, Victor!" Yuuri nearly shouted, causing Victor to be back in reality. "I can't resist to that offer in ny life! Marrying Victor Nikiforov, t-the one who gave a meaning to love and life, the one who put c-colors in my life. I love you so much, Victor. Y-Yes, Victor. I will m-marry you, after the Grand Prix Final." Yuuri declared, shredding tears of joy. Victor stayed in his position shocked, until some reality hits him. Yes! My dear Yuuri said yes! Victor smiled, not his usual and famous heart-shaped smile, but more of a sincere and everlasting joy of smile. He put the ring to Yuri's left index finger, making two rings on that finger. He stood up and hugged Yuuri like he is the only person that deserves his love, like he is the only person worth of all of himself. They shared a kiss, a sincere kiss. A kiss that doesn't involve the butterflies in their stomach, nor the fireworks. It felt like an eternity. Their heartbeats sync with each other, not to fast, not to slow. It felt perfect.
"I love you, Yuuri."
"I love you too, Victor." and they held hands as they walked back home.
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"Hello?" Yuuri answered a phone call from an unknown number.
"Yuuri! How's it been?" the jolly and cheerful voice of the lovable boy named Phichit Chulanont answered on the other line.
"Phichit! It's been okay. Things are going on just fine."
"And how is it being on the same room with the living symbol of Eros?" Phichit asked with a teasing tone.
"P-Phichit!" Yuuri glanced at Victor, who choked in water because he just tried to drink water while lying in the sofa. Yuuri laughed softly at the sight of that. "It's okay, everything is fine."
"Had you two take things up? To the next level?" Phichit asked, hoping that Yuuri will have the clue to what he is saying while our cute, innocent cinnamon roll didn't get what Phichit is saying.
"What do you mean by that, Phichit?"
"C'mon. You know what I'm talking about Yuuri! Victor is a man of needs, as well as you." O-oh, that's what Phichit means, thought Yuuri.
"Phichit! Of course not!"
Phichit laughed on the other line as he said, "You're living with the living symbol of Eros. Gotta go, Yuuri! Good luck for the Grand Prix Final!" and the line ended. Yuuri blushed at the moment he heard the words Grand Prix Final. Right.. we will be married after the Grand Prix Final. He looked at the two rings on his left index finger, and smiled. He imagined what will it be when they got married. Sure, it will be just like how we are now. He smiled again, but he remembered what Phichit said. N-no... W-we will really do t-that? But t-that's just common on a married couple, right? I-I mean... Victor and I already t-talked about 'that' a-and he said the he will w-wait 'till I'm ready... Oh my God... They said that it hurts... And someone needs to be the top and someone at the bottom... For sure it will be Victor who will take the top and I'm the bottom... Grand Prix Final is only months away... We will be married t-then! Yuuri's thought come to an end when Victor suddenly hugged him from behind and whispered, "It seems that my sunshine is being clouded with his thoughts, hm? Mind to tell me those?"
"U-Uhm! I-I... U-uhm..." Yuuri blushed as Victor hold his cheek. "N-Nothing!" Yuuri ran to, well, their bedroom and lays on the bed and he hugged Makkachin. I can't believe I'm having those thoughts! He hugged a pillow to cover his face and screamed, but no one can hear him since the pillow blocks the noise. Meanwhile, Victor chuckled that his Yuuri acted like that. My Yuuri is just too cute. He decided to follow Yuuri to their bedroom and asked, "Yuuri? You awake?" Yuuri peeked from the pillow. "Do you want to skate? The Grand Prix Final is only few months away." Yuuri nodded in response and they left the hotel they are staying.
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"Yuuri, don't push yourself too hard, okay?" Victor said as they go to the ice rinks. Yuuri nodded in response. I guess this will be taking a break after we got married, hm? After taking a one-year break in figure skating to coach Yuuri, he returned and in three years that he returned, he earned two gold medals and one silver medal on the GPF. Why? Yuuri beated him by placing gold and getting 0.18 points more than Victor.
"I-I love you, Victor." Yuuri said, and Victor kissed his hair. Victor loves the height difference between him and Yuuri. It's just like Yuuri fits perfectly in Victor's arms and he can kiss Yuuri's hair and forehead with ease.
"I love you too, Yuuri."
"Hey, you two! Instead of flirting, why won't you two get your asses up and practice?!" Yuri Plisetsky, the boy with the platinum blond hair and pale skin, a.k.a. Yurio, shouted.
"Yura, hush down." Otabek Altin, a very well tanned boy with an undercut hairstyle, patted Yurio's back. "Yuuri, Victor." he said to get the attention of the lovebirds. "I thought you two are going to call it a rest day today?"
"We decided to skate and spread some news!" Victor declared, excitedly and happily, as he hold Yuuri's hand. Don't say that he's going to spread the news that... Yuuri turns red when he thought of that.
"What's the news, Victor?" Lee Seung Gil asked as he approached his secret love interest, Phichit Chulanont.
"Yuuri and I are engaged!" Victor announced as he smiled, the famous heart-shaped smile.
"We all know that, Victor." Jean-Jacques Leroy stated in a matter of fact.
"I mean, officially." Victor held Yuuri's left hand and raised it, enough for the whole people in the ice to see the "official" engagement ring on Yuuri's index finger. Victor stood there proudly while Yuuri... he just looked down to hide his embarrassment and nervousness. "We will be married after the Grand Prix Final."
Then all hell break loose.
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Victor: *hugs Yuuri* THIS IS A VERY GOOD CHAPTER, YUURI! THANK YOU FRANCESCA!
Me: I ship VictorYuuri so hard, you know. Victuuri is Victory, 'kay?
Seung Gil: I have a secret crush to Phichit?
Phichit: You have a secret crush on me? That's great!
Victor: YUURI AND I WILL BE MARRIED.
Yuuri: Victor! *blushes*
Me: See 'ya next chapter!