the stars in my sky/viktuuri

lights

*Viktor

I had never really celebrated Christmas before.

Sure, my family and I would eat a good meal the night before, and go to church the morning of just for the Christmas service they held, but our house never smelled of hot chocolate, the roof never held any lights, there was never a tree to watch upon us. Christmas morning was without any presents or tales of Santa Clause; it was just a normal morning for the Nikiforov family. I had grown up completely used to this, though, and so I never complained.

I watched movies a lot when I was younger. It started when I was still at the junior's rink on the other side of town, where when I waited in the main office for my parents to pick me up after practice, there'd always be a different movie playing on the small TV in the corner. I guess that the lady in our main office, Alyona, noticed my interests; she started asking me which movies i'd like to watch, and sometimes when I couldn't finish them, she'd hold them on pause for me until the next day. Alyona was a kind soul. If I had met 8 year old me, I would've pitied myself.

Anyways, I watched movies. Lots of movies. But when the holidays came around, each year I would watch all the Christmas movies that I could find- sometimes this meant asking to borrow some to take home from Alyona and watching them late at night, and then sneaking into the theater with the other children to watch Christmas movies like The Polar Express, Home Alone, Elf(a/n my fav)A Charlie Brown Christmas, Rudolph, and more. It was the only "normal" Christmas tradition I ever kept up, but I had to keep it in secret. My parents only wanted me to practice and study throughout my youth, and that limited me from doing most of the things I wanted. At the rink, I wasn't allowed to talk to the other groups of kids on the other side, laughing and messing around. If I even looked at them for one second too long, my private instructor would yell at me, and if my parents heard about me getting in trouble, I wouldn't have a very good night at home. This caused, whilst receiving perfect grades, to restrain me from making any friends until I moved out.

That's why when I woke up this morning, next to Yuuri and Makka, I smiled the biggest I had in a long time. I looked to my side and saw Yuuri snoring lightly as he clung on to my hips tightly, his breath tickling my skin. I leaned my head back for a moment, thinking; This is my life. I worked so hard, and it's finally payed off completely with what I really wanted, ever since I had seen the video of a clumsy and flustered boy completely let himself go on the ice to my song, to my dance. It was pitiful compared to what I had done with the piece, but looking at him, you would've guessed that I had stolen the music from him, like he lived to it. I won him, I found him, the sleeping boy that was in my bed, clinging to me, claiming me.

After two years of us both being retired, Yuuri leaving the ice with two world championship medals, we lived a calm life in my house in Russia with Makkachin. Yuuri worked at the children's rink where I skated as a child; sometimes I would go visit him just to watch him out skating with the younger kids on the ice, teaching them how to make your own music. Their faces were always enlightened with curiosity and gratitude as they watched the famous skater. It always made my day, which was usually spent at the rink in which Yurio skated and practiced, having him still being in the league. I wasn't a coach, and I didn't need to work after all the money I received during my time skating, but I helped around anywhere whenever I could.

My heart skipped a beat as Yuuri softly groaned, releasing his grip on me and yawning. "Oh, you're awake," he said as he looked at me, rubbing his eyes. His bored look quickly turned into a small smile as he leaned forward and kissed me softly, whispering "Merry Christmas," against my lips. 

I replied the same and quickly got out of bed, careful to not kick Makkachin, who was snoring on top of my feet. I picked Yuuri up in my arms, receiving a small giggle from him, and carried him out into the sitting room. There under a small Christmas tree by the coffee table, sat four presents. I was going to pay attention to them, but I was instantly torn apart as my eyes took in the lights.

"I thought you'd like it, since, you know.." Yuuri said quietly into my shoulder, "you didn't get to put up lights when you were younger." My mouth hung open, causing Yuuri to laugh. He leaned back into my grip on him, holding him like a princess in my arms. Tears slowly glazed over my eyes as I took them in.

White and gold lights lined all of the walls and tables, couches and chairs in the room. Decorative white sparkly snowflakes hung from the fire place, along with three stockings that said "Vitya", "Yuuri", and "Makka".

"Yuuri.. thank you so much," I said, and hugged him to my chest tightly, light tears staining his hair. Was this Christmas?

"You're welcome, Viktor. I love you."

We sat at the tree and opened presents, starting with toys and dog treats for Makkachin, who had joined the party a bit late. Yuuri opened and laughed at the new suit I had bought him, and I received a new bag of nuts, and a bouquet of flowers. I also got Yuuri a framed picture to hang on the wall of us skating our pair skate, and one of him with the children at his rink. I got an extra kiss for that one.

After we were finished, Yuuri went to go make breakfast while I put in a movie. Yuuri's favorite is A Christmas Angel, an christmas ice skating ballet, so I put that one in first and waited. As I pet Makkachin, I noticed that there was no noise happening from the kitchen. "Yuuri?" I called out, and as if one cue, he stumbled out from the doorway, his cheeks red and flustered.

"What's wrong, Yuuri?" I asked, walking to him. "If you want some Christmas sex, then you can just ask-"

"N-no, that's not it," Yuuri shook his head quickly, putting his hands up. I tilted my head questionably. "There's one more gift.." Yuuri says quietly, and I clap my hands together.

"That's great, Yuuri! But, that would make the gift ratio uneven!" He smiled at me shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

"This is for the both of us, actually.." He whispered, looking down at his golden ring, matching mine.

"U-um, here," Yuuri handed me a small box, wrapped in white christmas lights. I smiled as I unwrapped them, and gently opened the box.

My eyes fell upon a slip of paper.

Viktor,

Merry Christmas! If I actually give this to you, and not chicken out, then props to me. I know how much you loved going to Japan with me, and how you said the ocean in which we sat in front of looked like something out of a dream. Well, I guess you're my dream, Viktor. And I want to continue this dream, forever. I know you said that these rings we wear were signs of engagement, but, don't we have to have a proposal, first?

Viktor Nikiforov, you have been my dream since as long as I've been on the ice. I looked up to you, and I still do. You're everything I've ever wanted- and you're everything I've ever had. I love you, so much, Viktor.

The letter ended and I looked up at Yuuri, eyes wide. In front of me, Yuuri kneeled on one knee with a red smile and a sweaty forehead. "Will you marry me?" He asked softly, his eyes not pleading, but relaxed. He already knew my answer. In his hands he held two plane tickets to Japan, and tens of papers filled with notes and price marks of wedding plans. "It's all filled out and ready," he said, shrugging, "all you have to do is say yes."

I swung him into my arms, holding his face in my hands with tears running down my face. "Yes," I whispered, and crashed my lips against his, brightened by lights and colors and love in the background.

"Merry Christmas, Viktor," he said again.

"Merry Christmas, Yuuri," I smiled, and connected our lips again.

hey guys i'm rlly tired so i don't want to edit this rn, hope you all got what you wanted for christmas! i had a great day!! bye -g