For You, I Will (Victor x Yuuri One-shot) "Let's go to the beach, moya lyubov?"
Without waiting for my answer, my husband quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the cottage, heading straight for the beach. What is he up to this time? It's almost 9 in the evening.
When we got outside, all I could hear was the sound of the waves crashing along the shore. The moon was round and bright, there wasn't a cloud in sight, and millions of stars dotted the night sky.
I couldn't help but marvel at the sight, not to mention the cool sea breeze blowing against my skin. It's so relaxing.
"What are we doing here?" I asked him.
"I want to dance with you, love," Victor casually answered.
I chuckled. "Really, Victor? Right here on the beach?"
Victor nodded. "Why not? This looks like a perfect spot for us to dance, Yuuri." He gestured around. "The moon, the stars, the sea, everything. And look," He held out his hand. "Our wedding rings shine in the moonlight. It adds to the am
Victor x sick Yuri chapter 5Victor sipped from his wine glass, leaning back against the counter in the kitchen. He waited patiently for Yuri's soup to warm up. His Yuri was slowly improving.
It had been almost a week since Yuri was seen by the doctor. Both Victor and Makkachin remained at Yuri's bedside. The dog had taken to falling asleep between the ill skater and his owner, more often than not, the dog slept closer to Yuri, offering him comfort and earning praise from Victor.
When at last the soup was finished, Victor placed it on a tray along with a glass of water. He carried it into the bedroom where his beloved Yuri lay asleep, curled up in his blanket. Makkachin lahy sideways in the bed, his head resting protectively on Yuri's arm.
Upon seeing Victor, Makkachin wagged his tail happily but remained with Yuri. Victor set the tray on the bedside table and reached out to his pet.
"Good boy,keeping watch on our precious Yuri, it's very important that we make sure he's taken care of." He said rubbing the p
Victor Nikiforov x Reader: The WindArrgghhh! It’s been forever since I posted something, I feel awful! At least I did a bunch of posting more towards the beginning of the year...But I have very limited access to computers now, and I can not not NOT stand writing these things on my tablet. It’s just...Horribly insufferable. Bear with me, I finished Yuri on Ice, and we’re going to see how this goes...Not well is my assumption, but we’ll see.
“Alright, shape up! Enough stretching, time to get started,” Victor clapped as he glided across the frosty rink. His slender fingers wrapped around the wrist of (y/n), stretching her tired limbs in the dim morning along the sides of the skating arena.
“Hm...Pulse is a bit fast,” he commented. “Excited to see me, dearest?” His teasing voice and playful smile, although she often found it cute, was not appreciated at 5:30 in the morning. She strapp
say you won't let go( I MET YOU IN THE DARK )
viktor nikiforov is a lot of things.
happy has never been one of them.
for as long as he can remember, his life has been devoted to ONE THING: skating. it consumes him; he is nothing without it. he wakes each morning in an empty apartment, save for makkachin, & heads to the rink. he returns alone, usually, or else with one-night stands whose names he can never remember who leave by dawn’s first light.
if this isn’t what life is supposed to be like, viktor doesn’t know it. it’s all he&