Yuri!!! On Ice Oneshots

Atelophobia

Quick A/N before the story:
This story has some offensive terms and violent imagery. There is no blood, but I wanted to warn you if you are sensitive to such things.
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There was a choir singing in front of the church, singing Christian hymns in Spanish. Snow fell gently onto the earth, dancing through couples and families.

Yuri, a 23 year old Japanese man with black hair, and Viktor (or Victor), a 27 year old Russian man with platinum hair, stood in front of the large church's gate as the candle light glowed softly onto their shadows. Yuri pulled out the little gold ring he recently bought. He looked up at Viktor and blushed a bit.

Yuri slipped off Viktor's glove and gulped. "I-I-I wanted to get something that... uh, that would be a good luck charm. So that, even if you aren't there..."

He started to push the ring onto Viktor's finger, when Viktor pulled away. His face was contorted in confusion.

"Yuri, what are you doing?"

Yuri looked up at Viktor's face, shocked.

"Giving you a good luck charm. It's a gold ring-"

"I'm not gay, Yuri." Viktor seemed to spit out the word 'gay' as if it was a bad piece of candy.

Yuri tilted his head. "I wasn't-... This isn't an engagement ring."

Viktor sneered, or so Yuri assumed. He couldn't see it, as if his vision had been blurred. "It's a gold ring. An engagement ring. I'm not a педик (Russian for faggot)."

Yuri shook his head. "It's just a ring, I'm not asking for your hand in marriage." Viktor glared, then pushed Yuri back a bit.

"How do I know you're not? You could've made that up."

"You know I can't make up lies on the spot! Not without it unraveling."

Viktor pushed him again, only harder. Yuri stumbled back.

"You could rehearsed this, in case I rejected."

Yuri shook his head, and he could feel something was wrong about this.

He whispered to himself, "This isn't what happened."

Viktor growled and finally shoved Yuri, but his face was blurrier. Yuri fell backwards and seemed to fall in slow motion down the cathedral steps. With every step his head hit, a memory came up of Viktor.

'The offer for a picture...' Viktor smiled kindly as Yuri walked away. SLAM!

'The banquet...' Yuri draped over Viktor, drunk and asking the silver haired man to coach him, and Viktor agreeing. Wait, did he agree? SLAM!

'The onsen...' Viktor had appeared to Yuri, naked as the day he was born, and accepting an offer that Yuri never remembered making. Was that why- SLAM!

'Eros instead of Agape...' Yuri had been told to skate to On Love: Eros per Viktor's instructions. Was it because of the banque- SLAM! Every memory became clearer every time he hit his head.

'Yuri On Ice...' Yuri remembered every move for it, and remembered who he skated it for; he skated to it and changed moves for- SLAM!

He was about to hit the ground, face first and most likely to kill him, when Yuri remembered the last thing that reminded him of something important.

'His surprise...'

Yuri had just ended his free skate, the last stance pointed directly at Viktor. The silver haired man raced to the kiss and cry, and Yuri's heart pounded. He skated over there, and held his arms out.

"Viktor! I did great, right?!" Yuri wore a smile, hoping it was true. Viktor covered his face for a second, then flipped his bangs back and nodded. When Yuri got closer, Viktor leapt out to him, seemingly to hug him. But, this was different.

Yuri could see the ground coming closer, but very slowly.

Viktor nearly had his arms around Yuri, and his eyes slowly closed.

Not too much closer, and the ground would give the final blow.

Viktor had his arms around Yuri now, one around his neck and the other holding his head. Viktor's lips were slightly pursed, as if for a kiss.

Just as Yuri hit the pavement...

Just as Yuri's lips connected to Viktor's...
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Yuri awoke in a bed, panting and staring at the ceiling instead of the stones at the Spanish cathedral or Viktor's face. He felt a cold sweat go down his spine as he sat up, breathing heavily. He was in a room he didn't recognize. And this wasn't his bed. So, he wasn't in Hatsetsu. He didn't think so, at least.

He looked around, but couldn't see. The place was blurry. He felt around on the bed for his glasses, but suddenly touched skin. He looked and saw he was touching someone's arm. A man's arm. A man with... Silver hair.

Yuri peeked over to see Viktor's face asleep, and sighed, laying back down. He had a nightmare, and he could feel the tears welling up. He bit his lip to keep from making noise as he squeezed his eyes shut and let the tears flow.

Viktor awoke to the sound of someone speaking softly, and turned to Yuri. Yuri wasn't talking, he was crying. And hard. Enough that his lip was bleeding a bit from where he was biting so hard. Viktor reached up and wiped some tears from Yuri's right cheek, getting the other's attention and making him open his eyes.

Yuri was panting and tears fell down his cheeks like a waterfall. Viktor could feel his heart breaking, since the last time he saw this was when Yuri nearly didn't make it into the Grand Prix. Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuri and pulled him closely, letting the other cry into his shoulder.

After Yuri finally calmed down enough to speak, Viktor sat both of them up and wiped the tears from Yuri's face.

"Yuri, what's wrong?" He spoke in a hushed tone, as to not wake everyone else.

Yuri took a deep breath, and spoke, not looking into Viktor's eyes. "I-I-I had a nightmare. We were in from of the cathedral in Spain again, and I was going to give you the ring, but you rejected and pushed me. You said something in Russian, and shoved me so hard I fell down the stairs." When he finished, he looked up at Viktor, and saw...

"Tears..." He wiped them from Viktor's cheeks. For some reason, the Russian skater seemed upset by this.

"Viktor, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

He stared into Yuri's brown eyes with his sky blue eyes. "I am so sorry about that. I never wanted you to dream that. That's terrible."

Yuri sighed. "It was strange, because as I fell, I was remembering all these things about you. And they reminded me that it was a dream, not real. I couldn't even make out your face for a scowl, it just became blurry." He smiled sadly, and Viktor sighed.

"Well, I have to be the real Viktor. I still have the ring." He held up his right hand, and smiled. Yuri nodded.

"I know. Let's go back to bed, Vitya." Viktor nodded and kissed Yuri's forehead, then paused and kissed Yuri's lips. Yuri kissed back, and hugged Viktor.

"I love you."

"I love you too, my little Katsudon."
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Hey babes and pals.

So, this is different from my usually stories, huh? I know.

I wanted something that would probably happen, but still be a dream.

Comment what kind of stories you'd like next. Vote if you'd like. Share with everyone.

Love ya!
-Ella Kinders