Heyyyy

I went ice skating twice yesterday (some pictures above) and it was so fun I'm so happy rn. I also met Yuri on ice Cosplayers and I actually talked to them I'm so proud of myself they were so great and sweet I'm deceased. It was so amazing I'm djdkkdkxkc. Also there was a really hot girl in McDonalds and I felt personally Victimised by her she was so beautiful fuck I'm dead.

This is my favourite chapter I have ever written I'm so hyped rn I'm so happy with myself for once WHOOP WHOOP CHICKEN SOUP

lyubov moya = my love

I wanna dedicate this chapter to AMS477 Lunawolf7 xalltimetrashx ArtsyIsNotOnFire you guys are amazing, thank you.

As always, thank you so much for reading!
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Viktor froze. He couldn't move. His eyes were fixated on Yuuri. He had no idea what to do. He never thought he'd see anything like this. Ever. He didn't know how he was going to forget this image. Ever.

"Y-Yuuri?" Viktor stuttered before slowly walking over to him and leaning down next to him. He placed a hand in his shoulder and combed his bloodied hair back. "Yuuri, what happened?"

He examined Yuuri's body, because he had to make absolute sure that Yuuri had no major injuries. Ones that could change his life. Ones that could threaten his skating career. He could easily spot Yuuri's bleeding nose and head, because there were streams of blood running down his face. There were a few bruises on his neck, but to be honest Viktor didn't know if they were bruises or hikeys.

Viktor became slightly agitated while thinking about Yuuri with another man. He didn't know what to call that feeling. He didn't know why he felt that way in the first place. He didn't know if he should be feeling that way. If it was jealousy, then Viktor prayed to god it would go away because his Jealousy had blinded him and caused this to happen to Yuuri in the first place.

Viktor carried on examining Yuuri. He desperately wanted to comfort the boy but it was vital that he make sure that his physical health was okay, because if it wasn't, it was a massive threat to Yuuri's skating career. He needed to check up Yuuri's shirt to see if there were any injuries to his chest, but decided to wait so that Yuuri could consent first because Viktor didn't want to scare him more than he already had.
Plus, he didn't want to make Yuuri feel uncomfortable.

Viktor moved back up to Yuuri's head and gently moved his hair out of the way. There wasn't a massive gash there, but it was bleeding excessively and Viktor wanted to do something quickly. But first of all, he needed to make sure Yuuri was okay, even though it was obvious he wasn't.

"Yuuri. Are you okay? Where does it hurt?" Viktor questioned him. Viktor was panicking. This was his fault. He couldn't believe he'd let this happen. He was not good in situations like this and had no idea what he was doing and if he was doing it right.

"Ahhh...I'm fine..." Yuuri mumbled in between sobs. Yuuri thought Viktor had gone back to Russia. After all, he thought Yuuri was a liar, and Yuuri was at war with himself now because Viktor Nikiforov had called him a liar. He hated himself. He really did.

Yuuri did not expect Viktor to come back and look for him in the slightest. Yuuri was so used to this happening to him now, that's all he would normally do was curl up in a ball and cry all night after Izo was done with him. It was a lifestyle that Yuuri had hated, but was far too used to.

"Yuuri, I'm serious. Look at you." Viktor sighed at the boy. He must have been used to this to be able to say he was fine. And that tore Viktor's heart to shreds.

"I-I thought you'd gone back to Russia..." Yuuri mumbled. He rubbed his eyes to attempt himself to stop crying. "I- I wasn't lying about Izo, I s-swear..."

Viktor was pretty sure he could have cried a river if he'd let himself to. Yuuri thought he had left. Yuuri thought that Viktor had just abandoned him. Viktor prayed to god that Yuuri hadn't lost his faith in him, although he probably had because look what had happened as a result of Viktor's stupid mistake.

"Yuuri. I would never ever leave you for the world. I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I...I was just jealous. And I hate to admit that. I'm sorry Yuuri. I won't leave you ever again. I promise. Goddamn it you're making me cry..." Viktor wiped a few tears away from his eyes. He felt so so guilty. And he was going to have to deal with that guilt until Yuuri got better.

If he got better.

"Yuuri, we're gonna have to go out and get the first aid kit for you. Can you stand?" Viktor asked the boy. Yuuri shook his head. "Okay. I'll just have to carry you..."

Yuuri felt two strong arms wrap around him and lift him up off the floor. Every part of his body was aching. He was in so much pain. Viktor stood up with Yuuri in his arms and walked out of the room. Yuuri was stone cold. He was shaking. Yuuri was normally lovely and warm. Viktor had never seen him like this before. He didn't want to see him in this state again.

He carried the boy down the corridor bridal style. Yuuri gripped onto Viktor's shoulder for dear life. He didn't ever want to let go of him again. Yuuri closed his eyes. He just wanted everything to stop. He wanted everything to be over. He was in so much pain.

Viktor placed Yuuri down ever so gently on one of the benches, as if he was made of glass and could shatter at any moment. He then rushed over to the front desk and searched for a first aid kit. Yuko was confused when she walked in on Viktor rummaging through everything.

"What are you looking for?" Yuko hesitantly asked him. Viktor spun around quickly, not expecting her to be there. Viktor was really jumpy. Even the smallest things caused him to jump out of his skin.

"Thank god, I need a first aid kit. Quickly." Viktor was relieved that she'd turned up or he would have been searching for ever. Yuko was confused as hell as to what was going on.

"It's in that cabinet by there." She pointed at the small cabinet below the desk. Viktor that led her before opening and pulling it out. He was so relived. "Has something happened?"

"One second... I'll- I'll tell you later." Viktor stuttered before legging it back out of the room and over to Yuuri. He was sitting down on the bench, staring blankly at his feet. Viktor knew that this was going to effect him a lot, and that he'd need time to get over this. Viktor knew that and was more than aware that he needed to be there for Yuuri, no matter what.

"Yuuri, can you put your head up for me?" Viktor leaned in front of the boy and opened the kit. He pulled out antiseptic wipes and ripped open the packet. "I'm just going to clean your cuts. It'll probably sting slightly."

Yuuri flinched as soon as it touched his forehead. The didn't expect it to sting that much. He breathed out before Viktor went back to cleaning his forehead. Viktor was ever so gentle with Yuuri. He had his left hand on Yuuri's chin, making sure that he kept his head up for him, and his right hand was gently cleaning his cut. Yuuri loved Viktor's hands. They were so delicate and warm. They were also very soft. Everything was perfect about Viktor. Even the tiniest things about him were absolutely flawless.

Viktor reached back into the first aid kit and pulled out a plaster and a bandage. Viktor placed the plaster over the gash and then wrapped a bandage around his head. Viktor made sure to wrap it tight enough to keep the plaster in place but not tight enough to cause discomfort for Yuuri. After he'd finished tending to his head, Viktor cleaned all the other grazes across Yuuri's face and wiped all of the blood that had run down his face. He made sure to wipe his nose ever so gently. Meanwhile Yuuri was going absolutely crazy because of how close Viktor was to him, and more specifically, to his lips. Yuuri could just lean in slightly and kiss him. Of course, he didn't have the confidence to do that, but he could fantasize.

"Are you feeling better, Yuuri?" Viktor asked him. Yuuri shook his head. Yuuri felt awful. His throat hurt from crying, his eyes were puffy, his lips were chapped, his cheeks were stained with tears, his body was aching, he couldn't really move. The list went on and on. So no, Yuuri didn't feel better in the slightest.

"Can you take your shirt off please?" Viktor asked nicely. Yuuri's head shot up and he sent a glare to Viktor. Viktor held his hands up in defeat. "I'm only trying to help you...I just want to help clean you up, that's all."

Yuuri sat there and stared at his hands for a few minutes before sighing in defeat. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and tried to pull it up, but let go when his shoulder throbbed. Being slammed into the wall repeatedly by Izo wasn't really good for his shoulder, was it? Viktor then helped Yuuri and removed his shirt for him, and after looking at the state of him, he kind of wished that he hadn't.

There were bruises. Everywhere. There were grazes all over his arms. Yuuri looked awful. The state that he'd been left in was terrible. Who could do this to someone? Who could carry the guilt of hurting someone was bad as this? Izo could. And Yuuri was far too aware of that. Viktor couldn't believe that someone would do this to someone as beautiful as Yuuri. Yuuri was too precious to be hurt so much. He didn't deserve this.

After a solid ten minutes of cleaning Yuuri up and bandaging his shoulder, they could finally go home. Except Yuuri couldn't walk. He'd hurt his ankle, but it was nothing to serious. He was luck that it wasn't broken or sprained luckily, but it was terribly bruised so it was extremely painful for him to walk on it.

"D'you want me to carry you?" Viktor offered. He politely declined because Yuuri thought he was very heavy, despite Viktor telling him multiple times that he wasn't. Viktor enjoyed carrying Yuuri in all honesty. It was like having the whole world to himself. Yuuri was so warm and cuddly, but now he was cold and bloody because of what Izo had done to him.

"I-I just want to hold on to you." Yuuri said as he tried to get up from where he was sitting. It hurt like hell, so he grabbed onto Viktor for support. Once he was standing, Yuuri wrapped his arm around Viktor and Viktor wrapped his arm around Yuuri. It look awhile, but Yuuri limped to the entrance and paused for a minute.

"Yuuri, let's be realistic here. You're not gonna be able to walk back, you're only going to hurt yourself more. I'm either going to have to carry you or we're going to have someone drive us." Viktor said bluntly. Yuuri stared at Viktor in disappointment. He didn't want to cause more trouble for Viktor.

"Fine..." Yuuri grumbled. Viktor smiled and patted his head.

"Yuko!" Viktor called. A few seconds later, she emerged and ran over to where Viktor and Yuuri were. "Could you give as a lift to Yuuri's house please?"

"Of course I can. Yuuri! What happened to you?" Yuko gasped.

Yuuri and Viktor's eyes met for a split second, and judging by Yuuri's tight grip and the look on his face, Yuuri didn't want Viktor to tell her.

"Uh- Yuuri just fell and hurt his head and his ankle, he can't really stand on it." Viktor lied.

"Shall I call an ambulance?" Yuko suggested in a panicky voice.

"N-no! I'm fine..." Yuuri chocked out. He was not going in an ambulance. He was not going to the hospital. He hated hospitals. Viktor hated hospitals too. They were eerie and Viktor hated that.

"If you say so..." Yuko trailed off. She went to get her car keys and then went to inform her husband and kids about where she was going. She lead Viktor and Yuuri out of the building and to her car. Viktor opened the door for Yuuri and slowly helped him into the back seat before climbing in himself. Yuko drove quickly to Yuuri's house, since it was only a few minutes away.

Viktor thanked Yuko before helping Yuuri back out of the car. Viktor didn't want Yuuri to hurt himself more so he picked him up and carried him inside. Viktor walked as quick as he could with Yuuri in his arms, and tried his best to avoid all the questions being asked by his family and Minako.

Viktor decided that it would be easier to take him into his bedroom since Yuuri's bedroom was upstairs. He placed him down gently on the bed and then sat on the side. He brushed his hair out of his face and smiled sadly at him. Makkachin was by his side too, whining for some attention off either of them. But unfortunately for him, Viktor was too busy staring at Yuuri.

"Yuuri, what happened?" Viktor asked him.

Silence.

Just as Viktor suspected.

He sighed. He carefully took. Yuuri's hand and started rubbing circles with his thumb. He only wanted to help. He was trying his best. He sniffed. He could feel tears starting to gather in his eyes, and they slowly started to run down his face. He felt completely and utterly useless. He couldn't do anything in his power to help Yuuri, and that was tearing him apart.

"V-Viktor? Why are you crying?" Yuuri asked quietly. He sat up and gulped. Yuuri knew it was because of him. Viktor wouldn't even look at Yuuri. His heart sank. What had he done? Was Viktor going to leave him?

"I-I just want to help you Yuuri. I c-can't stand seeing you suffer alone. I- I feel so- so fucking useless because I can't do anything to help you! It's my fault that this happened to you....maybe I should just go back to Russia. I'm just trouble here." Viktor cried before getting up and leaving.

Yuuri tried to call for him but he was frozen. He couldn't seem to get any words out of his mouth. He'd hurt Viktor. He'd hurt him in the worst way possible. Viktor was such a happy, sweet, flirtatious, caring person. Yuuri had just made him cry. He'd never seen the emotional side of Viktor before. He didn't want to see it against either. Knowing that he caused Viktor to cry made him hate himself even more than he did already. He couldn't believe it. Viktor was only trying to help him. He only wanted the best for him.

Yuuri didn't know what to do. Did he go after Viktor? Where had Viktor even gone? Was he serious about going back to Russia? Yuuri's heart ached at the thought of Viktor leaving him. He didn't know what he would do if he left him. He was the only person who made him feel a little bit better about himself. He was the only person (aside from Phichit) to ever understand him completely. He knew Yuuri's boundaries and he knew when to stop (most of the time he did). He was the only person to ever support Yuuri physically and mentally. Yuuri turned and screamed into him pillow. He was so so angry at himself. It was all his fault.

Meanwhile, Viktor was sat outside Yuuri's house, staring at his phone. He was in the middle of booking a plane ticket back to Russia. He'd done enough damage to Yuuri already, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. Viktor wiped the tears away from his eyes. Yuuri wouldn't want him to leave, would he? Viktor knew that Yuuri had always looked up to him, so how would it feel to have someone you've yearned for your whole life just leave you suddenly? Viktor didn't, really didn't want to know how that felt, but knew it must be an awful feeling.

He put his phone back in his pocket and stood up. He wiped his eyes once more. He couldn't believe he'd let his emotions out in front of Yuuri. Viktor hadn't cried in years. How typical. The one time he let his emotions out and it had to be in front of Yuuri. Did Yuuri think he was weak now? Selfish maybe? Or just plain stupid?

Viktor went back inside and was about to enter his room when he remembered that Yuuri was in his room. He pressed his ear to the door and listened carefully to see if he could hear anything. He couldn't hear much, but he could pick out Yuuri mumbling something to himself and quietly crying. It broke Viktor's heart. It really did.

Viktor turned and walked away. Not because he didn't care, it's was because he didn't want to make it worse. After all, Viktor was the most likely reason that Yuuri was crying. Viktor decided that he'd sleep in Yuuri's bedroom tonight. He walked upstairs and down the corridor. He opened the door slowly.

Yuuri's room was quite small, but it was cute. The first thing that Viktor noticed was the stash of posters in the corner with Viktor's face on them. He giggled to himself. Yuuri was probably trying to hide them from him. Yuuri was so precious.

He leaned down and began picking things up off the floor. Yuuri's room was a slight bit messy, so Viktor decided to do a favour for him and clean it. He folded all of his clothes and put them in a neat pile and then decided to clear the rest of the floor. He spotted a tube on the floor and picked it up. He read the label

Benzodiazepines
Diazepam
Oral: 2 to 10 mg 2 to 4 times a day.
IM or IV: 2 to 5 mg (moderate anxiety) or 5 to 10 mg (severe anxiety) for one dose. May repeat in 3 to 4 hours, if necessary.

Viktor stared at the tube for a few seconds after he'd read it. He didn't know that Yuuri took medication. Hell, Viktor didn't know that his anxiety was that bad. He'd heard about benzodiazepines before, and knew that they could be highly addictive and have horrible side effects. Viktor looked down at the floor. He could see all of the pills spilt along the floor. Viktor assumed that Yuuri hadn't been taking them, and probably threw them out of anger or something because they were absolutely everywhere. He picked them up one by one and placed them in the tube. Once he was done, he placed them back on the bedside cabinet. Viktor would have really appreciated if Yuuri had told him about his anxiety. Viktor respected that it was hard for Yuuri to say maybe, but Viktor just wanted the best for him. At least he knew now, anyway. Maybe he could help him a bit more.

Viktor really wished that Yuuri would tell him more about himself. He cared for Yuuri. He cared a little too much. He wanted to make sure that Yuuri was okay. He wanted to make Yuuri trust him. He knew all these things he wanted would take a lot of time to happen, but Viktor was willing to wait. He'd be willing to wait a lifetime if it was for Yuuri.

Viktor rummaged through Yuuri's wardrobe to try and find a pair of pyjamas that fitted him. Viktor was taller than Yuuri so most of his trousers didn't fit him. He gave up in the end and just went for a pair that had small dogs all over them. Viktor slid one of Yuuri's baggy black shirts on and then proceeded to climb into Yuuri's bed. It smelt of Yuuri. Like vanilla and cherries. Viktor smiled and fell asleep while thinking about Yuuri.

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The next morning, Yuuri awoke feeling like pure crap. His whole body was throbbing from yesterday. He had a terrible headache, it was throbbing and he felt sick. He turned to the side and noticed a note and a glass on water on Viktor's bed side cabinet. Yuuri's heart stopped. Had Viktor left already? He slid his glasses on. He picked up the note and read it with shaking hands.

Good morning Yuuri ^_^
There's some paracetamol and a glass of water on the bedside cabinet for you. I guess you must be sore after yesterday. There are some clothes at the bottom of the bed for you. Please put them on after you've woken up. If you need help just call for me. I'll take you out today to make up for yesterday. Meet me outside once you're done

Love from
Viktor xx

Yuuri's heart was beating furiously and a wave of relief washed over him. Viktor was here. Viktor hadn't gone. He sighed in relief. He was so happy that Viktor hadn't left because Yuuri was certain that Viktor was serious about going back to Russia. Yuuri sat up with great difficulty and scooted over to the edge of the bed. He took the paracetamol and put it in his mouth before washing it down with water. Yuuri stood up shakily and limped over to the clothes at the bottom of Viktor's bed. His ankle was still hurting from yesterday, but he could actually walk on it today.

He took his shirt off and stared down at himself. He looked awful. He was bruised and scratched. He was used to this sight though. Yuuri put on the white button up shirt that Viktor had selected for him and his dark blue V-neck jumper. He took off his trousers and underwear and put the clean ones on. Yuuri cringed when he realised that Viktor had probably gone through all of his clothes to find these things. He had probably seen all of Yuuri's embarrassing clothes, like his dog pyjamas.

After putting on his skinny jeans and black shoes, Yuuri turned and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pretty decent for once. He actually liked his outfit. Maybe he should have hired Viktor as his personal stylist instead of his coach.

Yuuri limped to the bathroom and went straight to the mirror. He unwrapped the bloody bandage from around his head and pulled the plaster off. He must have been bleeding a lot to bleed through that and the bandage. He combed his fringe back with his left hand and turned his head to the right so that he could see the gash. It looked pretty bad. It was really obvious. Yuuri let his hair down again. He was lucky that his fringe covered most of it, but it was still noticeable, and so was the bruise on his jaw.

Yuuri pulled his makeup bag out of the cabinet and began rummaging through it. He pulled his concealer out and began covering the bruise. He decided to not cover the cut on his forehead incase it got infected. Yuuri enjoyed doing makeup in all honesty. He didn't wear it often, but we was decent at doing it. It was handy to be good at it so that he could look his best at his skating competitions. He'd been made fun of a lot for wearing it, but Yuuri didn't do it to impress others. He did it for himself. He liked how it looked most of the time and raised his confidence. He wished that boys wearing makeup would be normalised in a few years because Yuuri thought it was stupid that people thought that it was only acceptable for females to wear make up. Yuuri was going to wear whatever he wanted to, and for once, he didn't care what people thought of him.

Once Yuuri was done with his makeup and had brushed his teeth and hair, he quickly make his way outside. He could see Viktor sitting on the wall outside and limped over to him. Viktor looked beautiful. Yuuri felt personally Violated. Despite this, Yuuri still felt extremely guilty for making Viktor cry yesterday.

"V-Viktor...." Yuuri called. Viktor immediately spun his head around and looked at Yuuri. Viktor could feel himself blush. Yuuri looked gorgeous. He was so so glad that he'd picked his outfit for him because damn was Yuuri a hot piece of ass. Viktor decided that he couldn't high-key drool over Yuuri today because today was about building trust again and opening up.

"Y-Yuuri!" Viktor stuttered. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Uh, I'm slightly better. I can walk on my own now..." Yuuri trailed off.

"Good to hear. Shall we go on our date then?" Viktor asked, putting his hand out for Yuuri. Yuuri smiled and grabbed his hand.

"We shall."

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Yuuri and Viktor ended up by the sea. They'd decided that it was best to bring Makkachin with this time because the little guy needed some attention. Yuuri and Viktor walked hand in hand all the way. Yuuri's hands were so warm, and Viktor's cold ones were quickly warmed by them. Yuuri smiled. Despite feeling like shit from what happened yesterday, he was still happy that he had Viktor. He couldn't ask for more.

They reached the beach and they let go of each other's hands so that they could play with Makkachin for a bit. Viktor missed Yuuri's warmth. Viktor's feet were significantly bigger than Yuuri's, so Yuuri was following Viktor's footsteps and stepping in his footprints. When Viktor turned around to see What was taking Yuuri so long, he couldn't help but stare in awe. He was so adorable. They both sat down on the rocks with Makkachin in between them. They listened to the seagulls for awhile. No words were spoken, but it was okay. They were together and that's all that mattered.

"The gulls remind me of St Petersburg. I never thought I'd leave that city. The sound of their cries take me back, you know?" Viktor said while staring at the birds.

"Do you miss it there?" Yuuri questioned. Viktor glanced over at him.

"Yeah, I do I guess. But it's okay. I have you here and that's all that matters. I wouldn't trade you for the world." Viktor admitted. He kept his eyes on Yuuri, who was blushing slightly. Viktor giggled. "Tell me, Yuuri. Why do you keep pushing me away?"

Yuuri was silent for a bit as he tried to think of an explanation. He put his hand on Makkachin to stroke him, but ended up putting his hand where Viktor's was. They both turned and made eye contact with each other before lacing their fingers together.

"I don't know...I really don't. I-I guess it's because I'm not used to people caring about me. I've never really had anyone properly support me, you know? I don't want anyone intruding on my feelings, because I don't want to pass my pain onto them..." Yuuri said quietly. Viktor squeezed Yuuri's hand in reassurance.

"Yuuri, a lot of people care about you. Your family. Your fans. Me. Heck, Yuuri, I don't think I've ever cared for anyone as much as I care you for." Viktor admitted.

Yuuri just blushed. He felt warmth throughout his body and his heart pounding. This feeling was back. The feeling he only experienced when he was around Viktor. It had been happening a lot recently, and Yuuri didn't know why.

"Yuuri, what would you like me to be to you? A friend, a teacher?" Viktor asked. Yuuri shook his head.

"A father figure? A brother?"

Yuuri shook his head.

"Then your boyfriend I guess. I'll try my best."

Yuuri eyes widened and his heart was pounding. His stomach was doing flips. Viktor? His boyfriend? Yuuri wasn't complaining or anything. Yuuri was blushing like hell and need a moment to gather his emotions together.

"Nonono, I don't want to think you have to change for me. Please just stay as Viktor Nikiforov. That's who I want you to be to me. I'm sorry that I pushed you away. I just didn't want you to see my shortcomings and how weak I was..." Yuuri said.

"You're not weak, Yuuri. No one thinks that. You're one of the strongest people I know. We'll work hard together to make you the best person we can, okay? I'll be supporting you all the way. That's my way of showing my love." Viktor replied. He smiled at Yuuri. "I'd like to know as much as possible about you when we get back home, okay? No judging, just supporting each other."

Yuuri nodded him head. He scooted over and wrapped his arms around Viktor. Viktor smiled before doing the same back. This is what home felt like to Yuuri. He loved it. Viktor was the one person who he wanted to hold onto for ever. He was much more at peace with himself when he was around Viktor. Yuuri was still broken and struggling, but he was so grateful that Viktor was supporting him. He'd never be able to repay him.

"Thank you." Yuuri breathed as he twirled his hand around in Viktor's hair. Viktor loved when Yuuri did that. Viktor loved everything that Yuuri did. They slowly removed their arms from around each other after awhile of just being in each other's grasp. Neither were complaining. They both felt at home when they were in each other's presence.

Viktor stood up and offered his hand out to Yuuri, which he gladly took. They laced their fingers together before smiling and blushing at each other. Viktor squeezed Yuuri's hand before speaking up.

"Let's go and enjoy our date, lyubov moya"

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Started: 26th of November
Finished: 27th November
Published: 27th November
Words: 5092

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