This has nothing to do with the fanfiction, but I'm unused to writing sappy romance, so I decided to give it a try.
This is in the timeline of the current show though, maybe like the Christmas after the Grand Prix.
No religion and no smutty porn.
Christmas Special:
I watch as Victor dances around me, Christmas lights laced in between his fingers. His silver hair longer than it had been this previous skating season and a happy, heart-shaped smile evident on his face. Jumping from table to table, Victor decides that stringing the lights from rafter to rafter is a good idea, even though they'll probably fall within a few minutes.
"Feel free to help me peel these potatoes, it's a bit much to do myself," I say with a light heart. His crinkly laugh lines deepen around his mouth as he smiles even wider, as if what I had said was a joke to be laughed at. He twirls around me and chose to ignore what I had said. Unfazed, I threw a freshly washed potato at his unsuspecting head.
"What was that for?" He yelped as soon as the sopping wet vegetable hit him. He spun to face me, looking just like a doe caught in traffic.
"Help me, Vitya, I can't have all these vegetables peeled and cooked in time for Christmas dinner!" I moan, as if this were a gut-wrenching job— and really, it is a terrible activity. I don't know if it was my whining or the use of the name Vitya, but he finally does plop down beside me.
After no more than a minute, Victor is already complaining.
"I thought dealing with Georgi's constant lovesickness was the worst thing ever," Victor says stoically, before turning to me with an expression of pure sadness. "But this is way worse. Potatoes aren't worth this type of torture!"
I laugh as he attempts to get every last bit of skin off the poor vegetable— still whining like a little child— before I take his lips in my own.
"Does that mean we're done with this act from Hell?" He asks hopefully, his pale face brightening with eagerness and smiling in hopeful-triumph.
"No, that was just to shut you up," I say giggling before turning back to work. Surprisingly enough, he does stay quiet for the remainder of us sitting there working. It's only when Mari comes to relieve us from washing and preparing the veggies that he finally talks again.
"How about we go out to town, I hear they have festive stuff there!" Victor announces, bouncing up and down like an excited puppy. He takes my hand in his own and drags me away without even waiting for a response. The market area is full with a sea of shoppers, all of which forgot to buy presents.
"Victor, there's too many people," I mumble a tad worried, "Anything could happen when the crowd is this dense."
He looks thoughtful for a moment before dragging me inwards, clearly deciding that I have nothing to worry about. The red and green lights flash and sparkle on his soft hair and bright eyes.
"Nothing too bad can happen, only joy and cheer are here!" He gushes out, excited for whatever reason. Bouncing like a bunny, he continues to dance through the crowd, dragging me to a small hot chocolate stand and buying some sugar cookies and hot cocoa. Steaming around the mugs, the hot frothy liquid is filled to the brim, just ready to burn our tongues.
"I love you, I hope you know that," I say uncertainly, still staring at the cups of cocoa shyly. "But I also hope you know how packed it is here and just..." My worries don't quite leave me, though still, Victor seems too happy to even consider the possibilities of a packed crowd.
"Oh my little piggy, it'll be this crowded at our wedding today!" He announces jumping up. And I swear, that news gave me a near heart attack. With the thumping in my chest, I turn to look at him in wonder.
"Are you... What?" I say surprised. Slowly, his cheeky grin slips off his face like a popsicle melting on a burning, hot summer day.
"You... You do know that your..." He stutters out unsure. "You do know that's what they're preparing right now, our wedding, I mean."
As if I wasn't worried before, suddenly my chest tightens even more. Pacing back and forth in the tight enclosure, I look at Victor's sparking expression in amazement.
"Oh my God, today?" I half-shout, now in full panic mode. Before I freak out even more, Victor smashes his face into mine, successfully shutting me up.
"Oh my, wait, did I forget to tell you we're getting married today?" Victor suddenly uttered out, confusion evident in his voice. "Nevertheless, Yuuri, it'll be fun! Our love will be cemented forever!"
And in that moment, I swear my soul left my body. He held me in his arms as I process all the new information, still anxious, finally though I accept the fact that worrying over this won't do anything.
"Are you sure you want to... marry me?" I ask hesitant, my voice quavering over each syllable. I can't help it, but my hands start to shake around my mug of hot cocoa, the hot steamy liquid spilling on the sides.
As if my question were a joke, Victor starts laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "Yuuri, how could you even question my love for you? You're my everything," He reveals with all the confidence a man can hold. Taking the mug from my hands, he sets it down on the table before taking my face in his hands and kissing me again.
"I want to be with you forever, and what better time to do it than the happiest day of the year?" Victor whispers as if it was a secret, which I suppose it was in a way.
I find my anxiety fading away because I suppose I would peel all the potatoes in the world to be with this man forever.
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!
Sorry for the terrible one shot, I just wanted to try writing a sappy fic (I failed, oops).
I'm not even sure if I displayed Yuuri the right way, this was much different than my usual way of portraying him because I'm just so use to writing about asshole/confident Yuuri.
Anyway, happy holidays!