There definitely aren't enough sick viktor fics!!! Can I request one where he is sick but he and yuuri actually have a day off and he doesn't want to back out of their plans so he carries on and then regrets it when his body finally can't take any more
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Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov were two very different people, but three important shared passions tied them together (outside of their love for each other, of course): skating, food, and alcohol. So when they had a rare day away from the rink, it was pretty much a given that they would spend it at a high quality restaurant, eating and drinking until they burst.
For once, though, Viktor wished that they had decided to spend their time elsewhere.
When Yuuri had suggested they try out this new Italian restaurant a couple of days ago, it had seemed like such a wonderful idea. Even now, Yuuri’s eyes were glowing in excited anticipation as he surveyed his menu, but Viktor had only peeked at his own for a moment before closing it in disgust. Yuuri looked up with a grin, and Viktor was certain that the younger man was about to say something about a dish that sounded particularly good, but instead Yuuri’s smile wavered.
“Viktor? Is something wrong?”
Viktor was hit with an acute self-loathing as he processed the fact that he was the cause of the disappointment and insecurity he heard in Yuuri’s voice. He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of such negative thoughts, but only succeeded in causing the sharp, painful sensation behind his eyes to intensify. A wave of dizziness hit him, and Viktor knew he was taking too long to answer, but another moment passed before he was able to offer any sort of coherent response.
“No, nothing’s wrong, Yuuri,” Viktor replied, hoping his fiancé couldn’t hear the strain in his voice caused by his efforts to stop his teeth from chattering, but knowing that was unlikely. Yuuri raised his eyebrows and Viktor thought that the act was up already. Then Yuuri spoke.
“You hardly even looked at your menu!” He said indignantly. “Do you already know what you’re going to order?”
Viktor shrugged, suppressing a sigh of relief and the urge to release a nauseous belch at the same time. “I’ll just get what you get,” he explained. Yuuri still wasn’t having it.
“You can’t do that! You should get something different, so that we can try more things! Isn’t that what we usually do?” Yuuri’s tone was light, but Viktor thought he sensed a bit of real anxiety underlying his words. Anxiety and insecurities. Knowing Yuuri as well as he did, Viktor knew that his fiancé had probably jumped to conclusions and thought Viktor’s disinterest towards the food equated to disinterest towards Yuuri himself. Viktor managed a soft smile.
“You order for me, Yuuri, whatever you want to try the most,” he said.
“But I want you to like-”
“Yuuri,” Viktor interrupted as sternly as he could with his rolling stomach. It seemed to do the trick, because and the younger man blinked and fell silent. “How could I possibly justify spending time looking at the menu when I could instead be looking at your beautiful face?”
As expected, Yuuri blushed madly at this and ducked his head behind his own menu. “Viktor! That’s too much,” he mumbled, tripping over his words a bit. Then he sighed. “Fine, but if you don’t like it, you can’t blame me.”
“When have I ever turned down food?” Viktor asked. “I’ll like it.”
And yet, when their food arrived 20 minutes later, Viktor regretted his decision. The smell of their food was so strong, he could hardly keep his stomach in place as it was, let alone take a bite. Yuuri peered at him carefully, once more suspicious upon noticing Viktor’s complete lack of enthusiasm.
“Viktor? Aren’t you hungry?”
Viktor started to stand, opening his mouth to explain that he needed the bathroom, but instead of words, a strangled noise left his mouth. He clamped it shut as acid burned his throat, but it was already too late. Viktor couldn’t move from where he stood. So he remained, hunched over, leaning heavily against the table with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, until a belch tore out of him, and with it a projectile stream of puke. Viktor vaguely heard Yuuri gasp before he was being sick again.
For minutes on end, Viktor couldn’t stop puking. Yuuri murmured words, like “it’s okay” and “you’ll feel better soon” all the while, but the sick man had a hard time believing him. In his stubbornness, Viktor had managed not to make it through their dinner date as planned, but to completely ruin it.
Viktor had no energy to resist Yuuri as the younger man guided him to a bench just outside the restaurant. The fresh air allowed him to breathe a bit easier, and Viktor found himself wiping tears from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Yuuri,” he sniffled, stifling a belch. Yuuri rubbed his back gently.
“There’s nothing to apologize for, Vitya. Are you feeling any better?”
As the restaurant door opened and closed, Viktor got another whiff of Italian food. He tried to ignore the renewed nausea and answer Yuuri but instead ended up coughing wetly.
“Shh,” Yuuri soothed. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”
“C-Can’t,” Viktor choked out. Yuuri’s hand tightened a bit on Viktor’s shoulder, but his voice remained calm and determined.
“You’re going to be fine, Viktor, I promise.”
Viktor whimpered, and then vomited again, watery bile stinging his nose and throat. He retched again, bringing up a bit more stomach acid, and then leaned back, shaking. Yuuri hugged the older man to his chest.
“I should’ve told you,” Viktor mumbled.
Yuuri hummed a bit. “Well, it’s not like I don’t understand where you’re coming from,” he said, brushing his fingers through Viktor’s hair. “I wouldn’t want to worry you if I was sick, either. But you know I don’t mind taking care of you, right?”
Viktor shuddered in Yuuri’s arms. “I love you,” he said simply.
Yuuri pressed a kiss to the top of Viktor’s head. “I love you, too,” he said. “Now let’s get you home.”