My other fanfic is done and it is 34 pages of I don't even know anymore. Alcohol and sex? Psychology? Can I call this romance? I dunno. I'm having a friend read it for me currently. I'm hoping my translations are decent (Surprise, they won't be #googletranslate) School is starting, and I am crying. I'm taking 17 hours again this semester, and my schedule sucks. Like really sucks. Time wise. (Help me, I'm just sitting around on campus for 3 hours at times, not long enough to go home, but obnoxious enough to make me wanna cry) /tears/
Fandom: Yuri! On Ice
Pairing: Viktuuri
Rating: T for language
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Warnings: Short stupid fluff
The Way You Say "I Love You"
Ch 21: Over Your Shoulder
Viktor was cold. In fact, he was fucking freezing. It wasn't because he was sleeping naked. And it wasn't because the covers somehow ended up on the floor. And it definitely wasn't because Yuuri wasn't in bed snuggling with him. Viktor rolled flat feeling Yuuri's half of the bed. It was cold. Freezing, in fact. He wasn't bitter at all.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up yawning. He heard some clattering from the kitchen and stood up. He mumbled as he walked into the kitchen not even bothering to put on underwear. Yuuri was wearing a pink, frilly apron and cooking something on the stove. Eggs probably. Viktor smiled as he sneaked behind his fiancé. Yuuri shrieked out as he felt Viktor's arms wrap around his waist. They froze.
"Your voice-" Viktor started.
"Viktor, don't you dare say anything or I will eat all your eggs right now." Viktor smiled. He looked at the eggs which were a perfect golden brown and little pepper flakes on top, just how he liked it. Then he looked back up at Yuuri's very red face. Which one looked more delicious?
"I love you?" Viktor nuzzled against Yuuri's neck. Yuuri shot him a glare as he moved the eggs on two separate plates. Viktor smiled. Crisis averted.
"I love you, too. Go put some clothes on before you eat," Yuuri placed the eggs on their little bar and set a cup of coffee next to each of them before moving to sit in a bar stool. Viktor laughed as he returned to their bedroom before sitting next to him grinning.
"All dressed!" The eggs were so delicious Viktor could cry. He helped Yuuri wash the dishes before donning his coat and boots for their walk to the ice rink. He grinned slightly as he watched Yuuri bend down to tie his shoes. He just couldn't help himself.
Viktor crouched down and held his breath. Yuuri didn't notice him. So when Viktor's hands poked his sides, Yuuri jumped up and squealed, high pitched and shaky. He shot a glare at Viktor, who was now running out the door. Yuuri grabbed his jacket and chased after his laughing man-child of an almost husband screaming his name. Viktor looked back over his shoulder and laughed.
"I love you, Yura!"
"I'm going to kill you, Viktor!"