Victuri Oneshot

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    Yuri looked indescribable on the ice.
    His body moved like water. Each jump was executed with a graceful finesse that could be credited both to my coaching and the natural beauty he carried. And every time he turned, the lights hit him just so that the gold ring adorning his finger flashed for the crowd. As the slow music dwindled on, a man's voice singing a ballad from within his heart, I felt my cue approaching, and lifted my shoulders.
    The blue spotlights followed my love around the rink. So did my eyes, and soon I was launching my body out towards him. He opened his hand to grasp mine. And God, I never wanted to let go. We let ourselves spin, and then my hands shifted from Yuri's soft ones to his  waist. This was one of my favorite places to hold him, as I felt like a bloody hurricane could whip through the stadium and he would still be by my side.
    He jumped. I held him high, up to the sky. The crowd went ballistic. "It feels like flying," Yuri had giggled once after practice, his warm brown eyes full and full and full of love. As he ran his hand across my cheek, I caught a glimpse of that same gaze, and a hint of a smile. If I could do but one thing in life, I would ensure that Yuri kept that look in his eyes for the rest of his damn life. Nothing mattered more to me than his happiness. Nothing.
    The rest of the skate was as natural as breathing. Everything was, with Yuri. With him, I felt like I could do anything. I could walk on water as long as his hand held mine. I could hang the moon and make it home in time for lunch if he simply smiled at me.
    It hadn't been easy for us to get to where we were. There were tears and fights. But most of all, there was love. Busy days spent practicing routines that ended in a restful night, cuddling in bed. A hug before an interview. A kiss before a performance. Neither of us would've been able to go on without the other's support.
    We finished in a gentle strum of notes. The audience was absolutely insane. I smiled at Yuri, and held both of his hands once more. Together, we smiled at them.
    Count on Victor and Yuri Nikiforov to begin their wedding with an ice skating routine.
    We'd known for some time that our wedding needed to be special, and that it needed to somehow be tied to the ice. After all, that was what had brought us together. After several hours of debate, we finally decided, hey, why not just have the entire wedding in a skating rink. And what other way to set the mood than with a couple's skate, a testament to our love?
    The grooms men (and woman) skated onto the ice, carrying with them an arch to place over my fiance and I. Yuri chose Pichit and Yuko to stand by his left side, dressed in black with flowers matching the red of my skating costume. We decided not to go with regular tuxedos. On my right, wearing the same as Pichit and Yuko but with blue flowers to match Yuri's costume, Yurio (reluctantly) and Otabek. Admittedly, I was doing a bit of matchmaking, there.
    I couldn't get over the way Yuri's hair was falling in his face. It must've tugged loose from how he'd slicked it back, but I liked it better that way. Pichit reached into his suit pocket and handed Yuri's glasses to me, which I rubbed off and placed on his face gently. I'd argued that this was an unnecessary precaution, but he claimed that he wanted to "see the eyes of Victor Nikiforov clearly" as he steals "both his name and his heart." I simply told him that he'd stolen my heart long ago.
    We didn't need a preacher; neither of us was religious. Instead, we had a marriage certificate pre-signed by an ordained official. We prepared our own vows in advance. In no way was our relationship traditional, so there was no way in hell our wedding would be, either.
    It took a minute or so for everything to be set up. When everyone was in their places, Yuri and I faced each other once more and held hands. Our rings looked shinier than ever in that moment. I heard Yurio mutter underneath his breath, "Can they just get this over with already? I want food."
    No one responded, but I'm pretty sure the "Oof!" that exited his mouth seconds later was due to Otabek elbowing him in the side.
    "Victor Nikiforov," Yuri had been quick to call dibs on first-to-speak. It was unlike him, so I made sure my vows were extra elaborate. "There are so many things I can say to you. The first being I love you. The second would probably be thank you. Third? Please stop leaving the cereal boxes open, it gets stale when you do that."
    A light laughter rang through the full stadium. We chose to have it in Yuri's hometown, at the very rink where I first coached him. Pichit's eyes were already watering up.
    "I know I'm probably not the best of all boyfriends. I know I'm definitely not the best of all ice skaters. But ever since you came to me, I've felt that I can do my best, and that that will be more than enough. Victor, you put new hope in me. You showed me how to love myself again, and in that, I fell in love with you. Hard. I'm actually surprised I didn't break a bone," another bout of laughter. My eyes were watering, as well as Yuri's.
    "I've never been sure of myself. Never. It takes a coven meeting for me to pick what I'll be having for breakfast in the morning. I've never been sure of myself, but I have always been sure of you. Ever since I was just a lame kid obsessing over you on the TV.  And now, I'm sure of us. I'm sure of our long, happy life together. I'm sure of my love for you and yours for me. Most of all, I'm sure that this is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me."
    The tears are waterfalling now. I wipe my cheeks off with the sleeves of my costume and clear my throat before speaking, not knowing if I can trust my voice to be steady. "Yuri Katsuki. Soon to be Nikiforov. Just looking at you sends shiver down my spine. The way you hold yourself is enough to make a monk fall in love. The way you let me hold you is even better."
    He's smiling. Pichit is a mess.
    "When I was younger, I travelled to America for a training session. We went to a Japanese restaurant for lunch one day, and when we had finished eating, the servers gave us fortune cookies. Mine read, The most important person in your life waits behind a curtain of black silk. I was never one to believe in prophecies or fate, Yuri, but I can't help but believe that what we have was assembled by the stars themselves." I reached out, finally, to tuck some of that gorgeous hair behind his ear so that I could see his face better. A curtain of black silk, it was like. "I'd never really known what it was like to be close to someone. Even as a child, the concept seemed quite unfamiliar. And then, you came around, and the whole world was different somehow. It still is."
Pichit was really, really losing it. Yuko had to hold him up, he was crying so hard. My focus was only on Yuri, though. I had eyes for only Yuri.
"People describe love as a bug. An illness of sorts that leaves people useless. But to me, love is like a cure. You swept me off my feet and pulled me right back up.  When I imagine what the future holds for me, I see you. As humans, we live for a horribly short amount of time, but I want an infinity with you, Yuri. And that is exactly what we'll have. Getting married is only the first step in our forever. I don't need a fortune cookie to see that I love you."
Since we were already wearing our rings and had no willingness to take them off until the wedding ceremony, Yuri and I agreed to dip into my Russian culture some. Yuri's parents skated to us with salt in Mrs. Katsuki's hands and bread in Mr. Katuski's. Silently, my mother-in-law sprinkled a dash of salt on top of the bread. Though we hadn't had any formal wedding rehearsals, I could tell she'd practiced. I first took a small bite from it, and then Yuri took one of equal size. With that, the Katukis skated away, and were replaced by my former coach, Yakov.
    He held our marriage certificate on a marble slab (to write on) and an average ink pen. After we had each taken our careful turns signing the paper, Yakov skated away. He was the closest thing I had to a father figure.
    There was no cue. Only our own internal synchronization. I placed my right hand on Yuri's cool cheek. He wrapped his arms around my neck. Slowly, not quickly enough for me, we leaned in. The second our lips met, the world seemed to make sense. I tasted a peppermint on his tongue and rejoiced in the fact that we'd chosen the same flavor of mint.
    "Oh my god," he laughed, pressing his head into my chest. I ran my fingers through the curtain of black silk. "We did it. We finally did it."
    "Well, you won the gold medal. I'm a man of my word, Yuri Nikiforov," my husband grinned at me.
    "I could get used to that."
    I chuckled, "By tomorrow, you'll be making dinner for the kids while I teach them how to skate."
    "I, for one," Yuri was glowing, "cannot wait for tomorrow, then."
    "Take it slow, let's live in today for a bit," I skated us in a circle.
    Then everyone decided our first private moment as a married couple was over, and Pichit came sobbing in.
    I smiled at Yuri from over the group of people enveloping us in a hug. I love you, he mouthed. I did the same back.
    Yuri is indescribable, on and off the ice.

AN:// Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.