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Grand Prix Banquet REDUX

The Grand Prix is over and it's time to celebrate!
✘ Come one, come all! It doesn't matter which character you play, everyone is welcome here! Doubles, triples--who cares? ✘ Have as much fun as you want--I'm not going to put a rating on this post. Just tag your headers appropriately if things start getting frisky~ ✘ This is open to everyone! Tell your friends! Test out a new character from the show! Let's just have some fun! |
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Honestly? Yuuri was pleased he'd gotten that much. He'd honestly thought that his short program at ruined his chances at the podium at all but Victor had helped him get a grasp on his strength again; helped him get a grasp on his thoughts and his anxiety and well--
There was always next year.
Dressed in a well tailored suit in a deep navy, compliments of a certain coach of his, Yuuri was actually looking forward to this year's banquet. He was still terribly embarrassed by everything he'd learned happened last year but he was still ready to have a good time. Just..no alcohol.
Instead he's just going to mingle, having lost sight of Victor when the other went off to talk to some of the other skaters and Yuuri ended up at a table by himself, indulging in the moment of quiet to just watch and lose himself in thought. A small smile played on his lips as he rested his chin in his hand and watched everyone mingling, glass of sparkling something or other held carefully in his free hand, clinking softly against his ring as he shifted it back and forth.
At least he'd walked away with a gold of some sort, right?]
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Yakov and Lilia were delighted. They both hugged him as the score came in, edging out Yuuri Katsuki for victory. There was that momentary elation but the time it took for them to place the gold around his neck, Yuri was back into that state of mind when the music had ended and he couldn't catch his breath.
He fell.
He chose red for his slim suit, as a reminder of his free skate outfit. Banquets weren't entirely his choice to begin with but tonight he felt even more on edge.
Jumps were his specialty, he'd mastered jumps early. The moment played over and over in his head. Yakov put a hand on his shoulder when he noticed Yuri clearly well distracted. He said something in Russian, something about appreciating where he was, reveling in his victory.
Yuri at least politely excused himself. Which, considering who he was, was out of character. His head was whirling. .12. That as too close. Point Twelve.
Because he fell.
He stops beside a table, blonde hair falling free into his face. He taps his finger tips against the table before bending a knee, mentally going over the jump again in his head, letting himself feel how he should have landed.
His weight shifts onto the leg, hands starting to extend out a bit in a pantomine but his hand bumped into someone's arm and he retracts like a cat being sprayed by water. ]
Katsuki!
[Quickly, Yurio, deflect! ]
Not getting blasted drunk like you did last year?
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Yuri-kun!
[Despite the immediate jab Yuuri can't help but smile, straightening up and letting his hand fall to rest on the table.]
I think I'll pass on that, as entertaining as it was for everyone else.
[Setting his glass on the table, Yuuri stands and offers a hand to the other skater, smile doing nothing but warming.]
I never got a chance to properly congratulate you.
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He looks at the hand being offered to him. His eyes slide away, some redness forming on his cheeks, brow furrowing just show in a small, quick expression that spilled his disappointment for just a moment.
Then he takes Yuuri's hand, gripping unnecessarily firmly. ]
I knew the gold was mine after the short program!
[He put on a look of dull arrogance, trying to maintain his image at least a little. ]
Its just the first of many. I hope you and Victor can settle for silver from now on.
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You definitely deserved it.
[The other had worked his ass off. As much as Yuuri wanted the gold there was no denying that Yuri had given him a run for his money the entire time and in the end it had been close.
Next year would be different.
His smile turns into a playful grin as he releases the other's hand, chuckling.]
I settled for silver this time. I won't let you get gold again that easily, Yuri-kun.
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And he'd fallen... ]
What?
[He looks back at Yuuri with surprise. He was going to stay on for another year? Yurio hadn't.. gotten that news yet.. ]
You.. You're not taking the gold from me next year! I'm going to be a SIX time winning champion, and--
[Wait, Yuuri wasn't retiring... and Victor was coming back. JJ, of course, was staying and his technical skills.. Chris would too, Otabek was amazing on the ice and...
His eyes were starting to burn, heartbeat rushing in his ears. His face felt hot and he sways a little on his feet. ]
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Yuuri notices the change in the other immediately and his grin fades into a worried look as he starts to reach out to rest a hand on the teen's shoulder.]
Yuri-kun, are you alright?
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Gross, what is this?!
[He puts his hand over his mouth, holding the glass out to Yuuri. It was champagne. He needed WATER. ]
I'm fine, I'm just thirsty and everything here is alcohol!
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Wait--
[Too late.
Wincing, the older skater took the glass, giving the other a slightly apologetic look.]
There should be some over by the bar, Yuri-kun.
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I messed up.
[His hands were in fists, wrists bending forward and back. Then he shakes his hands out. His fingers felt cold and tingly.]
Its stupid... I did what Victor asked me to.
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[What was Yuri talking about?]
Yuri-kun, what do you mean? What did he ask you to do?
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Victor came to me before my free skate... after your's. He said you were planning to retire after winning gold.
[He's looking down, his hair hiding his face in a blonde mess. ]
He asked me to win gold. So you would keep skating. So I did, I won but I still messed up, I fell. I almost lost and I shouldn't have fell at all!
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The older skater is caught in a moment of shock, staring at Yuri like he's grown a second head or something like that. He had honestly expected the younger skater to beat him anyway because he knew how hard Yuri had been working but to know that Victor had told him to win..
He's torn between crying and laughing honestly.
Without a word he moves forward and wraps Yuri up in a hug, pulling him close before the other can protest and ducking his head some to muffle his voice.]
...Thank you, Yuri-kun.
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I'm on my.phone so I'm switching out of action text U DON'T HAVE TO
GOD
WOW.
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Haha, congrats, Yuuri! God, I still can't stop smiling for you!
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Phichit-kun! [He hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk to the other since things had been such a whirlwind once the finals ended. Turning some in his seat, Yuuri beams at the other skater.] Thank you! I still can't believe this is all real, if I'm going to be honest.
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[He dropped his voice to a sneaky whisper.] Maybe I should replace Ciao Ciao with a hot guy, too!
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[Yuuri's words are cut off by a laugh that escapes him after Phichit whispers that last bit to him and he bumps the other with his shoulder.]
Maybe that's the real secret to winning. Though that doesn't really explain Victor being a five time champion...
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Oh GOOOOOD Yuuri, you put the worst image into my head just now! You're terrible! Everyone thinks you're innocent but I know the truth.
...Speaking of innocent, what did Viktor say about you two getting married?
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No one will ever believe you, Phichit-kun! [And honestly it's only around Phichit that he can loosen up like this. He's getting there with Victor but it's still not the same as being around the person he lived with for five years.
And cue the blush getting worse.]
He--we...we haven't really discussed it since then.
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Wait, really..? I mean... that makes me kind of angry. He's not really going to make you get a gold medal first, is he?
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It's...complicated. We still haven't even really officially decided that it's an engagement. I mean, I bought the rings as a good luck charm and I know--I know how it looks and what they are but it just seemed like the best thing to get. And then that dinner happened and we never really talked about it after that?
[But they had never taken the rings off. So there was that.]
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You are so cute, Yuuri. And I can tell he makes you happy, and I can't think of anyone who deserves it more than you. But if you need me to kick his ass for you, just say the world. International idol or not, no one messes with you and gets away with it.
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He's been one of the best things to ever happen to me. [And not because it was Victor. It was because of what Victor had helped Yuuri do. Helped him accomplish and realize about himself. He had helped him find confidence and find himself in a way and that meant more to Yuuri than he knew how to put into words.]
I promise if anything happens you'll be the first to know, though. Just..no threatening him, okay?
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Aw, but I was ready to use my intimidation skills on him! But as long as you'll keep talking to me, too, I think I'll be okay.
[He squeezes his friend's hand.]
God. I'm happy you didn't retire. If you did, who knows when I'd ever get to see you again.
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I'd love to see you use your intimidation skills on him, Phichit-kun. [Please. Let him film it too.] Why would I not talk to you?
[He returns the squeeze as the hand that was over his mouth slips away, a confused look on his face.]
Just because I'm dating Victor doesn't mean I won't have time for my friends.
[Silly Phichit.]
Yeah I...I'm sorry. About making everyone think I was going to.
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