Yuri!!! on Ice One-shots/Requests

Yuri!!! off Ice (Fluffy Viktuuri)

So, I wanted to write some Viktuuri, and my friend said to make it fluffy... So here you go!
Also, please read this with "History Maker" (opening), "Eros", or "Agape" playing if you can!! ; w ;
Hope you like it!
Thanks in advance!!
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"Yuuri Katsuki, is in first place, and has won the finals and the gold medal!" Yuuri listened as a voice announced his standing. He didn't even know who the voice belonged to; all he knew was that he won, and he was ecstatic.

His coach, Viktor Nikiforov, locked eyes with him as he kissed his medal.

Yuuri's eyes shone, as if questioning if he did a good job. "Did I do good...?" He mouthed silently.

Viktor smiled, nodding softly before he began to walk forwards. He took a small step forwards. Then a big one. Then a bigger one. Soon, he was running at full sprint towards Yuri.

Yuuri smiled as tears began streaming down his face, Viktor running to him.

Viktor's eyes were sparkling brilliantly, almost as if they were shouting all the feelings he couldn't express at the moment.

Yuuri held his medal out to Viktor, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I did it."

"Yuuriii!!!" Viktor exclaimed, as he jumped up, ready to tackle Yuri off the podium and kiss him and the shiny gold medal.

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"Yuuriii~~" Yuuri's eyes widened as he was shaken awake. He realized it was all a dream. He groaned, throwing his pillow over his face.

"Yuuri, if you want to win the gold medal, you can't go on suffocating yourself."

"Viktoooor... five more minutes..." He drawled, the sleep deprivation he had put himself through before the China cup finally catching up to him.

"Come now, sleeping beauty, you have been sleeping since we got back!" Viktor exclaimed, laughing. "Haha... actually," he paused to yawn, "five more minutes sounds pretty good..." He mumbled, wrapping an arm around Yuuri.

Yuuri sighed, deciding to wake up since he knew that he should keep up his training if he wanted to win. However, he turned his head to see Viktor was already falling asleep. He tried to get out of bed, but despite practicing such a delicate sport, Viktor had the grip of a bear. "Okay, okay, Viktor! I'm up! You can let go now!" He exclaimed, his cheeks tinting a light pink as the other nuzzled his head against him.

Viktor chuckled. "Did you sleep well, Yuuri?" He asked, not letting go. On the contrary, he moved closer to Yuuri, his body heat warming him up.

"Yes..." He mumbled, looking straight up at the ceiling. "I had a wonderful dream..." He croaked as a hot tear escaped his eye and rolled onto Viktor's head.

"Oh, Yuuri..." He cooed, rubbing his cheek gently with his thumb. He learned that Yuuri liked being comforted when he was upset. "What happened?"

Yuuri sobbed as he began explaining the dream, tears falling down the sides of his face the entire time. "I was on the podium... but in first this time... I kissed the medal... and you... you ran to me, as happy as a puppy, and I was crying like a baby... you jumped to tackle me and kiss the medal... and me... and then I woke up." Yuuri grumbled, turning his body away to pout.

Viktor held his lover close to him, whispering words of encouragement and praise in his ears.

That only made Yuuri cry harder, his shoulders shaking with every sob.

Viktor gently wiped a tear from Yuuri's eyes.

"V...Viktor..." Yuuri mumbled, sniffling.

"Yes?" He questioned, a somewhat sad tone in his voice.

"I love you... and I've figured out what makes up that love..."

Viktor's eyes widened a bit, shining brightly.

"Admiration, dedication... and..." He paused, and gently placed his finger on his chin, pretending to think of what the last element of his love for Viktor could be.

Viktor smiled, listening well to his words, but soon pouted. "Oh, come on now, you said you had it all figured out, didn't you?"

"Romance." He finished, turning his body to see Viktor, whose face lit up like the time he was given his first ever pork cutlet bowl.

"Oh, Yuuri!" He exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

"You... you are my eros and my agape, and I'll prove it to you by winning the gold in the next finals." He finished, a single tear rolled slowly past his temple. "I won't stop practicing till I'm standing on that podium kissing that gold medal." He rubbed the tear away, smiling.

Viktor kissed Yuuri's forehead, then his nose, his cheeks, and finally his lips. He smiled, parting from the man who now looked like a tomato in front of him. "Yuuri. I'm everyone's eros... But I'm glad I'm your agape as well... I am truly yours." He replied, smiling.

Yuuri smiled back and hugged him tightly in return. "Love you..." He drawled, yawning.

"Love you, too, Yuuri." Viktor mumbled, his eyes growing heavy. "But no wedding until you get gold." He stated bluntly, placing a finger to Yuuri's lips, who chuckled lightly in return.

"I know." He replied, admiring the gold bands on his and Viktor's fingers as their hands slowly intertwined.

"Heh... Perhaps practice can wait a few hours..." Viktor mused, bringing their hands closer to him and leaning his head on them.

"Yeah."

And they both drifted to sleep, wrapped in each other's loving embrace.