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“How about we just take the popular vote and give Yuuri his gold already?” Victor sighs as they all watch Yuuri Katsuki make his way around the ice before the start of his free skate.
“What sane person would vote for him and lose their own chance at gold?” Yurio snorts.
“I would!” Victor immediately says.
“And I,” Chris pipes in from the side and when they both turn to look at him, he winks: “Gotta support true love.”
Before Yurio can roll his eyes – and Victor knows how badly he wants to because Yurio’s eye ticks consistently two, no, three times – the Candian, James… Jessy… well, he lifts up from his cool down stretch and says:
“Just so you can stop stealing the spotlight from my own wedding, I would, too. Get on with it and let me have my turn in true JJ style!”
Victor really doesn’t know what he means, he’s not sure if he wants to either, but it somehow warms his heart to know that so many people want his Yuuri to win. Even if in most cases it’s self-serving and a onetime only deal, but… so is his own, if he’s being truthful. He just wants Yuuri to win, once, marry him and then – help Yuuri to keep on winning for himself, because Victor knows he can and he will.
Yurio clicks his tongue in disgust.
“You all have no shame,” he says. “Do you think he’d be happy with tricks like that?”
Later, when Yuuri sits in the kiss and cry, pressed against Victor’s side so tight that Victor can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the answer to that is simple: it’s in the bewildered look on Yuuri’s face when his scores are announced, and in the eyes that are wide and unfocused as if he’s on the verge of crying.
“You did it,” Victor breathes.
Yuuri blinks at him, like he can’t really believe it, like he isn’t seeing right, but he is. His name is there, before all others; it’s real. Victor’s fingers wrinkle the material of Yuuri’s costume when he hugs him and with no small dose of surprise he notices that they’re shaking slightly. It punches a breath of laughter out of his throat, which Victor hides in the crook of Yuuri’s neck while he presses his lips to Yuuri’s hot skin, away from the eyes of the cameras. Yuuri smells like sweat, like victory, like wedding flowers and cake and vodka shots…
“Not yet,” Yuuri says. It comes out rushed and fearful, and breaks through Victor’s perfect vision of their wedding. He almost pouts, but Yuuri just keeps on going: “There’s still others. There’s Chris and–”
Yuuri stops. Chews on his lip. Looks at Victor in that certain way that Victor has long since learned to call his ‘fan’ side: full of admiration and affection and hope; and Victor knows what he wants to say.
