I have to hop on this Vikmas train - I can't resist. I was looking for something that involved more skaters than just our fav trio (+ Otabek ;D), and I literally saw a Tumblr post just now that's PERFECT.

I am assuming that Yuuri went home for a short while just after the GPF so Yuuri could see his family (and pack since we all know he's gonna stay in Russia from now on) and left Viktor in Russia.

So without further ado, here is a Victuri Christmas: Surprise Style.

Chapter Name: December 25th

Normal POV

It was the first "Christmas" since Viktor met Yuuri and became his coach. He said it that way since Russia didn't celebrate at the same time (or even like) Japan. Nonetheless, it was December 25th, and the streets of Moscow appeared as they normally did: busy and bursting with life. People ran around for various errands and several shops were just opening, their owners putting out open signs. He heard the sounds of the city, with cars honking and people yelling in his native tongue, but he also heard laughter.

Viktor allowed a tiny smile to grace his lips as he looked around at the city and walked to practice that morning. He was sure Yakov would have a lecture ready for him since he was late (as usual), but it did nothing to darken his mood.

What did darken it, however, was Viktor's longing for Japan. Or more specifically, a certain katsudon. Hasetsu was gorgeous, in that it had more colors than he saw out of Russia (to him, at least). Russia was full of bright grays and blues, dull hues that he saw at that beach just before the GPF in Barcelona (and his fight with Yurio but that's another story for another time). Hasetsu had the green of the tatami mats, tea, onsen water... it had the blues of Ice Castle's ice, Yuuri's warm up tee, Yuuri's glasses...

It had Yuuri.

Viktor opened up Instagram on his phone with a melancholic smile as he walked, scrolling through his feed in hopes of seeing something from the man he loved.

Of course, Yuuri had uploaded a picture. It was a shot of the sky in Hasetsu, with the fluffy clouds that made Viktor seriously consider whether or not clouds were edible (it's just water crystals, right?) That same smile rested on Viktor's face, and a little color in his cheeks from the cold (or was it because he was thinking of Yuuri?)

So distracted was he, that he didn't notice a suspicious black car pull up right next to him. He only looked up, confused, when he heard a familiar voice.

"VIKTOOOR!" It screamed angrily, followed with the rapid, small thumps of running footsteps.

"Eh-!" Viktor couldn't manage anything else as he saw the Angry Ice Kitten of Russia, Yurio, running towards him with no intention of stopping.

At the same moment, he heard the sound of a car door popping open behind him. Yurio dealt out a swift flying kick, his signature move, and Viktor found himself tumbling into the backseat of the black car that had been following him (unbeknownst to him).

He back flew into what he recognized as a pillow, someone holding it up. Viktor felt tears well up in his eyes and start trickling down his face, completely overwhelmed (and a little terrified). Yurio jumped into the car right after him and shut the door, giving Viktor enough time to look around in the car.

Georgi?! Yuri?! Viktor meant to yelp, but all that came out was another strangled, "Eh?!" He was sufficiently freaked out, and even more so when Yuri threw his fist towards the front seat, making the thumbs up sign to the driver.

Yakov too?!

The car suddenly lurched forward at top speed, Yakov's features schooled into the intense expression of a man on a mission. Viktor knew his face was still stuck with "what-the-actual-fuck?" but he couldn't find it in him to change it when Yurio had started to stare out through the window, his chin in his hand on his left, as though this was completely normal. On his right, Georgi was smirking at him, his index fingers and thumbs together in the shape of a heart.

Viktor had learned to ignore Georgi's actions by now.

After a short while, in which Viktor wasn't even allowed to look outside the windows and see where they were going since his friends blocked the view on the sides and Yakov kept glaring at him through the rear-view mirror every time he dared to look up, the car came to stop. Yuri turned to him as soon as Viktor was out, spinning him around before he got the chance to look around, a malicious grin on his features. A soft cloth was suddenly draped over his eyes, and Viktor nearly screamed again, but Yuri had slipped his hand into his all of a sudden. It was a rare action that had him snapping his mouth shut.

Yuri began pulling him forward, and Viktor followed along silently, disgruntled at the entire affair. What in the hell was even happening?

He was lead somewhere indoors, and the group met up with Mila, who greeted them cheerfully, excited at something he didn't know about yet. Yurio continued to pull Viktor along as Georgi crossed his arms, watching the scene with a small smile and wistful eyes.

Love.

He followed the group into the next open room, watching as a certain figure set vivid blue rose after vivid blue rose in a certain order on the ice. The person's eyes were shining as he realized the group had arrived.

Yuri helped Viktor remove the blindfold, and the man pulled it off slowly to see-

Yuuri grinned to himself, a plan forming in his mind as he walked around his home and packed his things for his long stay in Russia. His family was a little sad to see him go after spending the year with him, but they were supportive of his leaving to train with Viktor and Yurio, with Viktor coming back as a competitor.

He told his family that he was planning to leave a few days earlier than Viktor had told them, surprising them with his plan.

They were grinning when they realized that Yuuri was pulling a birthday stunt.

The only thing that was left to do was employ the help of his skater friends.

"Phichit," Yuuri said on the phone that night, "I need you to take over my Instagram-"

A loud squeal was heard over the line. "YESS!"

"...for a few days." Yuuri let out a sigh. "This was a bad idea, wasn't it?"

"Too late! You already asked! So, what am I doing?" He knew the Thai skater was wearing a grin that could split his face in half.

"I'm planning a surprise for Viktor's birthday, so I'm going back to Russia earlier than I told him, but I need you to take it over and post some of our old pictures together to make him think I'm still in Japan. Phichit, you're the only person who's savvy enough on social media to make it look real, and the only person I can trust with my camera roll." Yuuri let out a shiver. "If I gave it to Minako or Mari, who knows what would happen..."

"Roger that!" Phichit saluted on the other line. "So tell me more about this plan..."

Yuuri spent the next fifteen minutes detailing the plan and the role each skater played in making it happen. Even Leo, Guang-ho, Seung-il, JJ, and Otabek were helping. Some on flower duty, in which they sent blue roses to Russia ahead of him. Others were on food, like the Crispino siblings (Viktor always complained of never getting to eat Italian food when he saw the two). Others still, were helping with decorations at the actual destination, at least those that could come. Surprisingly, it was JJ and Otabek and Guang-ho who had volunteered to do the job.

Yuuri smirked to himself, chuckling as Phichit hailed him as an evil mastermind.

"But wait!" He suddenly shrieked. "Who's getting this on video?"

"I... uh, was just gonna have someone already at the rink do it. Maybe Mila?"

"YUURI. Have you seen how atrocious her videos are? She's always laughing and moving around too much to do anything! No, you need a pro. I will go there."

"Phichit, are you sure?"

"Sure as the sun will rise!"

"Phichit, are you quoting Disney movies again?"

"You love Beauty and the Beast!"

Yuuri shook his head at his best friend's antics before ending their conversation.

A few days later had him in Russia, the plan going smoothly as he skated around the ice with bouquets of blue roses in his arms, courtesy of his friends. He plucked the base of the flowers off the stems and gently set them on the cold ice, his eyes and expression lit up happily.

He suddenly heard the loud voice of Yurio as he entered the rink, pulling Viktor along. Mila was pushing at Viktor's back, and Georgi followed behind him, that satisfied smile on his face as he looked at the lot of them as if they were children he cared for.

His eyes finally settled on Viktor, and warmth spread through his chest.

Viktor.

Viktor gently pulled off the blindfold, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the bright lights of what he knew was the skating rink from the smell and the chill in the air.

His attention was immediately caught by vivid colors gracing the ice.

Roses.

Scarlet ones created the shape of a heart, and at the tip, spelled out "love you" with another, smaller heart connected to the word "you" with elegant cursive writing.

But his attention and breath were stolen by the sapphire blue roses laid together to spell out "Happy Birthday Victor!" over the heart, leftover roses leading to the person standing at the edge of the shape.

Yuuri held a bouquet of blue roses in his arms as he smiled softly at Viktor. "Vitya!" He let out, first in the Japanese pronunciation, and then in the Russian one.

That seemed to snap Viktor out of his trance. He sucked in a huge breath, stars in his eyes as he saw the results of Yuuri's efforts and understanding came over him.

He saw Yuri, Mila, and Georgi all high-five out of the corner of his eye as he dashed for the rink.

Viktor slid onto the ice without his skates, not caring about the worried tinge in Yuuri's brow as he laughed at Viktor's antics, and threw himself into the younger's arms.

Yuuri was waiting.

The group filtered into the next room, where Yuuri's accomplices were waiting with food, brightly colored decor, and cheers for Viktor.

Needless to say, the oldest of the skaters ended up crying like he was the youngest.

Yakov stood off to the side and watched the entire affair, his eyes eventually falling on the mastermind of the operation.

Thank you, Katsuki Yuuri.

That's a wrap! The post was by miyakuli on Tumblr, who was kind enough to help me translate the Japanese writing in the drawings (turned out it was "Vitya", and I thought it might be "happy birthday" hah TT^TT). They had also gotten permission from the artist to post!

I added my own twists here and there to involve more skaters, and I feel like the way I did that and added Yuuri's POV was super lame lololol

But I'm already wanting to write another chapter, this time with more Yakov! XD

I hope you enjoyed. Please leave a review and let me know if you liked this!

Merry Vikmas!

~Crescent T.