Yuuri was always a bit of a fan of Viktor. Though fan was an understatement. More so, obsessed. He owned more than 100 posters, which were alternated in his room every month, owned figurines of Viktor, magazines that featured Viktor, every piece of music that Viktor had ever skated to, even limited edition signed items from Viktor as well. Yuuri even had one of his darkest secrets that he had forgotten about hidden under his bed. A pillow of Viktor himself. It was only recently when Yuuri came across it again, totally forgetting that it was there in the first place. However, instead of throwing it back under his bed, Yuuri pulled it out, carrying the pillow along with him to the kitchen.

"Morning..." Yuuri yawned rubbing his eyes, clutching the pillow in his free hand.

"Morning!" Viktor said joyfully, still not recognizing the human sized pillow standing beside Yuuri, "Yuuri, what's that?" Viktor gestured to the pillow, two cups on coffee in hand.

"Huh? Oh I found this under my bed," Yuuri said half dazed, hugging the Viktor pillow tightly. Viktor gritted his teeth, squeezing the handles of the coffee cups at the sight of it.

"Oh really? That's great," Viktor laughed between his clenched teeth. Viktor swore he could have broken the coffee cups if he didn't set them down, sliding one to Yuuri. The cup itself slid way off from Yuuri's reach, but even still Yuuri managed to grab it.

"You really need to work on your aim Viktor," Yuuri chuckled as he sat down onto a counter stool, the pillow still in his arms. Viktor didn't need to work on his aim to be perfectly honest because in reality, Viktor was really aiming for the pillow.

"So... Where'd you get that?" Viktor pointed at the pillow with his face on it, Viktor had no recollection of posing for that piece of merchandise and if he did, he cursed his past self for doing so.

"A few years back," Yuuri took a sip of his steaming coffee, "I forgot I had it." Yuuri snuggled into the corner of the pillow. Viktor could hear the cup he was holding suddenly crack.

"That's neat," Viktor said looking at Yuuri cuddling with the pillow at the corner of his eye and muttered, "You're throwing that out right?"

"Hm?" Yuuri looked at Viktor, unable to catch just what Viktor had said.

"Nothing!" Viktor disguised his little bit of jealousy with a smile.

It was a phase, that's all it was! A day after and Yuuri will stop bringing that pillow out! Yuuri was dazed that's all it was! Viktor persuaded himself with his positive thoughts that it would only be a phase in the end. Yet, Yuuri continued to bring the pillow out, carrying it around with him in the house, hugging it everywhere he went. By the end of the week, Viktor had broken 3 coffee mugs with his hand, by clutching the handle of them too hard, but not out of jealousy. Not jealousy, of course not! Viktor just underestimated his own strength sometimes that's all! He couldn't be, that would be insane, there was positively, absolutely no way he was jealous of a pillow.

Eventually two weeks had passed since Yuuri had discovered that wretched pillow and Viktor had broke 9 coffee mugs and counting, torn up more than a stack of paper and tried to sabotage the pillow more times than he could count. Even still, Viktor wasn't jealous, not even the slightest. It wasn't jealousy that he felt burning up every time Viktor saw Yuuri snuggling with a pillow instead of him. It wasn't jealousy every time Viktor tried to destroy that stupid pillow. No, not jealousy. Envy. Viktor envied that stupid pillow so much it was ridiculously humiliating. The thing was that Yuuri had no idea how much Viktor wanted that pillow to be replaced with him.

"Viktor, I'm home!" Yuuri swung the door open, to see Viktor sitting on the ground with Makkachin.

"Welcome back!" Viktor said a happy expression on his face. "Oh Yuuri, we have trash, do you think you can set it out?" Viktor pointed at the black trash bag sitting beside the door.

"I thought we just did yesterday," Yuuri observed picking up the bag, that was too light and too empty to be garbage, "What's in this anyway?" Yuuri opened the tied up bag.

"Wai-" Viktor broke in, but was returned with a spine-chilling glare from Yuuri.

"Viktor..." Yuuri said, "Why is this in the trash?" Yuuri pulled a folded up pillow cover with Viktor on it.

"I have no idea!" Viktor avoided Yuuri's eyes that were staring daggers at him, feigning absolute innocence.

"So you wouldn't mind if I took this out of the bag?" Yuuri smirked, as he unfolded the sheet and pulled it from the trash bag.

Viktor returned Yuuri's death threatening glare and hissed, "I'll rip it into shreds if you do."

There was a pause as Viktor immediately regretted what he had just said.

Then Yuuri bursted into laughter.

"Viktor, are you jealous," Yuuri chortled, "of a pillow?"

"I hate that pillow," Viktor sighed, clapping his palm to the side of his face. "Give me that," Viktor snatched the pillow cover from Yuuri's hand and stuffed it into the bag. Grabbing his coat, he swung the trash bag over his shoulder and began walking.

"Where are you going Viktor?" Yuuri asked, slightly surprised that Viktor didn't deny that he was jealous of a pillow.

"I'm going to burn it."

So Viktor never actually burned the pillow case, but he did have it run over by a train, then threw it off the bridge nearby their house and that was good enough for him. Yuuri and Viktor's lives resumed as normal and with the pillow gone, Viktor hugged Yuuri a lot more and Viktor broke less cups nowadays too.

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Viktor was always a bit strange to be fair. However this was definitely the weirdest. It was only about a week ago when Viktor came home from practice on a different route from Yuuri's and when he returned back to their house, he came lugging in a pillow. Yes, a pillow, a pillow that was probably just as tall as Yuuri. In fact, it was exactly as tall as Yuuri, least the person printed on the pillow cover was. Actually, the person printed on the cover was Yuuri. Let it be assured that Yuuri wasn't jealous in the slightest, unlike his partner, Yuuri actually had a sense of control.

"Hey Yuuri? Do you know where my pillow of you went?" Viktor asked, opening a cabinet to check if he misplaced it there.

"No idea," Yuuri shrugged, running into the next room, closing and locking it behind him. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

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I live for this ship. I also live for Viktuuri dakimakura fetish.

 I'm sorry! I'm very horrible, I still have no plans for updating Life and Love for a little while longer. Until then please enjoy these oneshots until the 14th.