katzuyas:

sometimes yuuri comes home to a quiet apartment and he drops his keys on the little drawer by the door, drops his skatebag too, hangs his jacket and toes off his shoes and in socks only gently pads to the bathroom, because it’s a thursday and on thursdays there is only one place where his fiance – victor nikiforov, whom yuuri loves more than life itself and who he still can’t at times believe is engaged to – can be.

he opens the bathroom doorway quietly and yes, his fiance is there: soaking in a bubble bath which looks like it’s not only made into a bubble kingdom, but which is also filled with glitter that will stick to everything for days. yuuri is already mentally preparing to find it on his skate blades, even if they still are safely tucked in his gear bag by the front door.

he doesn’t truly mind it, though. not when he takes a look at the relaxed face of his most precious person. there’s a face mask on in and two cucumber slices on the eyes, while his hair is lipped back by ridiculous pink hair clips, and he is more than perfect.

at the foot of the tub is makkachin, another precious piece of yuuri’s heat, and it’s that makkachin who notices yuuri first – his tail thumps against the tiles, alerting victor of yuuri’s presence.

“oh, you’re home!” victor chimes as he plucks the cucumbers off. he smiles, but the mask on his face has solidified enough that pieces of it crumble around his heart-shaped mouth.

he’s still lovely, yuuri thinks. he smiles back, too, and walks the last two steps up to the tub. victor is already tipping his chin up for a kiss and, grinning like a fool, yuuri rests his lips against his fiance’s smile that refuses to go.

“having a fun afternoon?” yuuri asks once their greeting is done.

“as fun as it can be without you,” victor gives, turning in the water. “care to join me?”

yuuri only laughs at him while he shakes his head. “and have glitter all over me? no thanks.”

“you’ll have glitter all over you anyway,” victor says, no shame in his voice at all. “at least this way you’ll also have fun with it. and me.”

he picks some blubble foam and blows it at yuuri, who ducks the assault, still laughing.

“fine, fine, let me take the clothes off first,” he says, but before he can actually leave to do that, a wet hand pulls him back.

victor’s lips press against his and some of the mask gets on yuuri’s nose, but the kiss is as quick as a simple blink. victor sits back in the tub, sweet smile on his crackly, pasty face, and chirps: “hurry up or the water will get cold.”

yuuri sheds his clothes where he stands and is not amiss to splash victor in the face with the bubbles when he gets inside. revenge is petty, but who says he isn’t?

luxury-loki:

Odin: I was a great father to Loki.

Thor: you fucked up a perfectly good frost giant is what you did. Look at him, he has anxiety.

empresskaze:

A lovely commission for @idontknowwhy09, a Yuuri On Ice drabble featuring Vikor with a headcold and Yuuri taking care of him.  I hope you like it and thanks again for your commission!

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“Viktor?” Yuuri slowly pushes the bedroom door open with his hip; his voice no more than a mouse squeak. His ill fiancé lays motionless in the bed covered with the thick blanket; his pale face illuminated only by the dry irritated skin surrounding his nose.  Viktor’s lips part slightly enabling his heavy breathing; his nose far too congested.

Hearing the soft sweet voice of his beloved, Victor sniffs and opens his weary eyes as a weak smile appears.  His adorable Yuuri stands above him looking down with that messy black hair and soft brown eyes; eyes filled with concern.  

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” There’s a drip of worry in Yuuri’s voice as he sets the bowl in his hands down on the table then pushes his glasses up. He sits next to Viktor who slowly begins to adjust himself into a more upright position. Yuuri quickly moves a pillow to assist him. From the worn look on the Russians face, it appears to have sapped any energy.  

“No.” Viktor’s normally lovely pristine voice now low and husky from the effects of the cold lodged in his head.  A brief dry cough escapes him, Viktor clears his throat grimacing in pain.  Removing a trembling hand from beneath the warm of the blanket, Viktor takes Yuuri’s. His head pivots, turning away Viktor masks a hard sneeze into his shoulder.

“Oh, bless you!” How cold his loves hands still are; Yuuri quickly rubs his free palm over his fiancé’s slender pale hand, generating heat. “I made soup for you.” Yuuri smiles motioning with his head to the bowl. “It’s my mom’s miso soup recipe.” Taking the bowl carefully, he gently rests it in Viktor’s lap and places the spoon in his hand. “Mine isn’t as good as hers.” Yuuri smiles while apologizing, he runs his hand over the back of his hair.  He then drapes another blanket over Viktor’s shoulders, Yuuri noticed a slight shiver shaking his fiancé’s frame.

Viktor manages a smile seeing Yuuri’s reaction to the soup, he still must work on that self-confidence. The steam rises surrounding the Russian in a deep sense of comfort. The warm soothing liquid rolls effortlessly down his aggravated throat. Gradually his congestion loosens thanks to the mix of herbs and heat. The delicious broth warms more than any blanket, Viktor’s eyes flutter as he sighs now content. His darling love, taking the time and utmost care in cooking something to help recover.  

“Yuuri, my love.” Viktor forces his voice to work then sniffs and rubs his nose against the back of his hand. “Yours is heavenly. Spasibo.”

A deep red blush spreads over Yuuri’s face traveling all the way to the tips of his ears which burn. “Th-Thank you.”

Quietly, he watches the man he loves sip his homemade soup, Viktor sniffles more so Yuuri grabs a box of nearby tissue.  

Retrieving a few, Viktor softly blows his nose.  “It’s definitely helping.” He rubs it again, sniffling hard.  However, before Yuuri replies, Viktor’s breath hitches, a deep exhausted sneeze escapes into his tissues.

“Bless you again.” Yuuri says leaning forward to fix the blanket which now hangs off one side.  “Are you feeling warmer?”

His fiancé nods weakly, but winces as the delicate skin around his nose burns from the sudden rubbing.  “Yes, between the blanket and soup, I am.” Viktor’s shaky hand brushes back a few stray hairs from his face. “Whenever I’m with you, I feel my best, even if I’m not at it.” Leaning back, Viktor pulls the blanket up closer as Yuuri moves the more than half empty bowl back to the table.  

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Yuuri scoots himself closer to Viktor who only shakes his head.  His blue-green eyes hold one more glimpse at his love before closing. The world begins to float away as sleep draws near but the lasting comfort of Yuuri and his soup are the last thoughts to leave.  A tender touch to his forehead is the last thing he feels.

End