Yuri On Ice One-Shots

"We did it"

Yuuri listened to his skates cut through the ice, his arms spread around him as he moved across the rink. He jumped high, his body spinning thrice before landing. He skated around in a circle before circling the rink. He skated around the ice with his arms outheld. He felt as if he was flying. Maybe he could be flying. He closed his eyes and just let his other senses drink in everything around him. His hair blew behind him, the brisk air cooling his skin. He could imagine that he was just a lone bird soaring in the clouds.

"Yuuri!"

Yuuri's eyes flashed open, the voice bringing back to the ice rink just in time to see the quickly approaching wall. He didn't turn on his skates quick enough and he ran straight into the wall. The ice came up underneath him, the nerves in his tailbone racing through him. He stayed down, waiting for the shock to run through him.

"Yuuri, are you okay?"

Yuuri looked up to see Viktor staring down at him. His lips drew up in a slight smile. Yuuri nodded his head and turned around, pulling himself back onto his feet.

"I was going to warn you," he said, his voice drifting away. "You looked so at peace." He leaned forward on the wall, his chin resting resting on his hand. "Right up until you crashed."

"I just needed a break." Yuuri pushed his skates across the ice, propelling himself to Viktor.

"You had quite a day."

Yuuri came to a stop on the other side of the wall that surrounded the rink, right in front of Viktor. He nodded and looked down, his hands resting on the wall where a gold band glimmered around his finger under the lights high above him. It had been a stellar day, only an hour or so ago had everyone left. Every fiber of him said he should sleep, but there was too much energy coursing through him.

Viktor laid his hand over Yuuri's, his finger holding onto his hand in a firm and gentle grasp.

Yuuri looked up to him and saw his smile and couldn't help a smile of his own.

"You did it, Yuuri."

"We did it," Yuuri corrected. He would never had been able to make it through without Viktor at his side.

-

The reporters all flocked around him once he had stepped off the ice. A gold medal around his neck and a bouquet of flowers in his hands and Viktor standing with him. Yuuri tried not to look in too many directions at once. Cameras flashed and voices asked question after question. He tried to keep up with the all until there seemed to be a lull when most went quiet after a certain voice asked their question.

"What's the ring for?"

The question seemed vague for only a split second. Everyone quieted down when he didn't answer right away, instead fumbling over his words.

"Viktor, you have one as well," another pointed out.

Yuuri looked at Viktor who proudly showed off his right hand, the gold ring adorning his finger. "I do." He turned to Yuuri, his expression a picture of tranquility that helped calm Yuuri's racing heart. He looked back to the sea of people and took Viktor's hand in his. He felt Viktor take a firm grip on his hand, giving the confidence he needed.

"What are the rings for?" someone called out again.

"Engagement rings," Yuuri said clearly.

The crowd burst, any calm immediately destroyed. If it hadn't been for Viktor's presence beside him, Yuuri was sure he wouldn't have been able to stand there before everyone's clatter. He looked to Viktor and it was only a second before Viktor turned to him as well. Yuuri hadn't realized the smile that had adorned his face, but he let it shine as he looked back to them crowd.

A few called out the same question, "Do you have a date set for the wedding?"

"We haven't discussed it much," Viktor answered.

"Where will the wedding be?"

"How long have you been engaged?"

It was all so overwhelming, but despite that, Yuuri was oddly calm. The scrambled questions were interrupted by a clear shout from just beyond the crowd. Yuuri looked up when he heard Phichit's voice above all the others.

"I'm best man!"

A few people raced to Phichit to get his story and Yuuri laughed. He looked to Viktor when he felt a squeeze around his hand.

"You already asked him to be your best man?" he asked with a quirky grin.

"Phichit was going to be my best man whether I told him or not to be honest," he laughed. He wasn't sure when he had felt this joyful before. He hadn't a care in the world while he was standing here with Viktor at his side.

The crowd caught both of their attention as a chant rose up for for a kiss. Yuuri felt his blood rush to his cheeks. He turned to Viktor, and before he was precisely aware of everything around him, Viktor's hand was cradling his cheek as he pressed his lips to Yuuri's. He could hear cheers, but it was all muffled in his mind. His hand held Viktor around his neck, and lips melded together, their eyes closed.

When they parted, questions started up again, all from the competition to future plans. And for once in his life, Yuuri was not nervous. And whenever his heart started to race, he would squeeze the hand in his and Viktor would reassure him that they would stay together without saying anything.

-

Viktor's smile grew. "Yes," he agreed. "We did." He gave Yuuri's hand a quick squeeze in his. There was only silence accompanying them in the rink.

Yuuri made to walk to the door only a few meters away before Viktor stopped him. Viktor took his arm and Yuri spun back to him. "I love you," he said in a rush.

Yuuri rushed to him, wrapping his arms around his fiancé's neck. His head rested in Viktor's shoulder and he could Viktor's arms wrap around him. For several seconds they only stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace until Yuuri replied, "I love you, too."