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zombubble · 6 years

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Preview: TNOT Chapter 14

So I felt like publishing a short preview for the next chapter of The Nature of Things, because I’m excited to post!!!

This takes place during the trip to Russia ∑d(°∀°d)

Yuuri finds it fun to be incognito, taking particular delight in the jeans and converse he’s allowed to wear. Glasses and a button-up with rolled-up sleeves mean he’s looking more like the Yuuri Viktor remembers from Detroit. As they walk, Yuuri allows his posture to relax a bit, letting the mantle of King slip off his shoulders for now as he threads his fingers through Viktor’s. They wait in line for the museum like any other couple, Yuuri pays for their tickets with his debit card, and it’s almost a painful sort of familiarity. Once they’re in, they grab brochures and wait discreetly for their bodyguards to get inside. Once they’ve made eye contact and been signalled, they grin at each other and head off.

Holding hands, they wander through history, Yuuri occasionally googling something on his phone for more information. Viktor keeps his hair under his beanie as best he can, avoiding notice by most people. The two or three who recognize him seem to understand his desire for secrecy, offering a smile and a nod in lieu of approaching him.

They find themselves wandering an exhibit featuring Byzantine artifacts, hand in hand.

“—Nikiforov?” Turning around, Viktor’s eyes widen. He should have expected that someone would eventually approach.

“Yes?” He manages to keep the surprise out of his voice. In front of him stands a young woman.

“Hi,” she says in Russian, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Um, I'm a huge fan, and I was wondering if you would sign an autograph for me?”

“Of course,” Viktor responds.

She rummages through papers and notebooks in her bag. “Sorry,” she mutters as she looks for something for him to sign, “anyway I'm a huge fan of your work. The paper you wrote on stratification and using geophysics to aid with more precise placement of trenches in archaeological digs is just—”

“Wait a second,” Viktor says, realization dawning, “do you think I'm Alexei Nikiforov?”

“Are you not?” She asks, eyes wide.

Grinning, Viktor shakes his head. “I'm his twin brother, Viktor. The figure skater.”

“Oh, sorry, I don't really pay attention to figure skating,” she says sheepishly, closing her bag.

“It’s alright,” Viktor replies, “if you’d like, I can give you his professional email. If you send a selfie we took, I'm sure he’ll send you a message back.”

“Would your friend be willing to take it?” she asks.

Viktor looks at Yuuri. “Lyubov, will you take pictures of us?” he says in English.

Smiling, Yuuri nods. “Of course!” He holds out his hand.

Viktor looks at the girl,smiling. “Do you mind if I take one, too? I won’t post it on Instagram if you don’t want, it’s no problem.”

“I speak English,” she says clearly. “It is not good, but I can speak. Posting is fine. Please take picture on my phone?”

Yuuri nods, taking both phones and letting Viktor and the girl get into place. He takes both photos, handing each phone to its respective owner. Viktor pulls out the business cards Alexei had given him for this purpose, handing one over with a smile. “It's nice to meet you,” he says.

“Pleasure. I am Ekaterina.”

“That's my sister’s name,” Viktor responds. She smiles, holding her hand out to Yuuri.

“You are?”

With a smile that’s more genuine than not, Yuuri shakes her hand. “I'm Yuuri… Katsuki,” he says and a small wave of nostalgia hits Viktor. The name still rolls easily off his tongue, more naturally, sometimes, than his own title.

Ekaterina smiles, nodding. “Nice to meet you both. I need to leave but I will email Dr. Nikiforov. Thank you.”

“He’ll be glad to hear he has a fan,” Viktor replies, still vaguely in shock. Giving a shy wave, she leaves.

“What was that about?” Yuuri asks.

“She thought I was Lyosha.”

“What?”

A grin spreading across his face, Viktor pulls Yuuri towards him. “She thought I was my brother.” He’s laughing, and Yuuri joins in.

“How often does that happen?” Yuuri asks a few minutes later.

“This is the third time since I moved away from Yekaterinburg,” Viktor replies.

“I've never actually been confused for anyone,” Yuuri remarks absently. “I mean, one time someone in my social studies class joked about me having the same name as the Crown Prince of Sachima and what if I was secretly Royalty? I don't think that counts, though.”

Viktor raises an eyebrow. “So he was joking about what if you were… you.”

With a snort, Yuuri nods, smiling up at him. “Pretty much. It was a bit terrifying, at the time, but now it’s just funny. I wonder what he thought when the news broke.”

Wrapping his arm around Yuuri, Viktor pulls him towards a glass case full of glimmering golden bracelets, encrusted with gems. Viktor points one out.

“Lyosha found that one,” he says. “Apparently he’d been ankle-deep in mud at the bottom of a trench for weeks when this practically got caught on his toe?”

Yuuri chuckles. “Sounds amazing. To be so close to history like that, you know?”

“Says the person who showed me a picture of his grandfather with the last tsar of Russia.”

“Great-great-grandfather,” Yuuri corrects. “And this is different. This is centuries ago.”

Viktor raises one eyebrow. “Didn't you literally know the man who ‘took back’ your nation? That's what I was told when I got here.”

Yuuri pouts, but concedes the point with a nod. “Fine, you win,” he says, kissing Viktor’s cheek. “Didn't you have a statue or something you wanted to show me?”

“Ah, yes!” Viktor puts his arm around his fiancé once more, and leads him out of the room.

#c'est ma vie #zombubble writes #fic: tnot #series: dragonflies #my fic

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kiaronna · 7 years

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"it's a small world after all"

I mean, Disneyworld fic. That would be A+. BUT ALSO have this ficlet.

“Yuuri,” Viktor says. It’s one of those quieter evenings-- cuddled up in the onsen’s public area, TV humming low in the background while Toshiya absently wipes at plates and bowls. Hiroko had fixed Viktor’s favorite dinner, what Viktor considers a small reward for bringing Yuuri back home after the skating season was over. The greatest reward is her gentle hand on his shoulder, Toshiya’s calm smile in his direction, Yuuri as comfortable and safe as he’ll ever be.

“Mm hmm,” says Yuuri.

“Would you like... to meet my parents?”

Yuuri jerks up, his knees smacking into the bottom of the table. “I didn’t know you-- okay, Viktor! Yes, of course I do. When we go back to Saint Petersburg?” Viktor shakes his head.

“They travel-- haven’t been in Russia for years, actually. They’re a few hours away in Tokyo at the moment, so I thought...” Yuuri runs a frazzled hand through his hair, bobs his head up and down. Hiroko, however, is the next to speak.

“Of course, invite them to meet us. We’ll prove the Katsukis worthy of merging with the Nikiforovs.”

The phone call is made. A room is cleared. Yuuri takes on and off his glasses, alternates between kissing Viktor’s cheek and adjusting their shared room. “They’ll love you,” Viktor says firmly. “As I do. I’ve told them about you, my Yuuri.”

As it turns out, none of that matters. The Nikiforov parents come in with a sprinkling of rain, closing up their sleek umbrellas. Viktor’s mother is platinum blonde, with grass green eyes and a sharp gaze. Yuuri takes in a deep breath, begins to stride forward--

“Ekaterina!” Hiroko exclaims. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you had any idea where I was--”

“Hiroko! What timing, I’m here to visit my future in-laws, I had no idea you lived in this Hasetsu--”

“No,” says Yuuri. “No, no. That’s not possible.”

“Yuuri,” says Hiroko, “come meet my best friend, Ekaterina Vasiliev, from boarding school.”

“Ah,” says Ekaterina, “it’s Nikiforov, now. And did you say... Yuuri?”

The modern world is very, very small. The modern world is incredible, too.

“You know,” Ekaterina reveals, because like Viktor, every word that falls from her mouth seems to induce an increased heart-rate. “Hiroko and I always wanted our children to marry.”

Apparently, Viktor and Yuuri were promised to each other ten years before they were even born.

#ficlet #fic title ask #whoops sorry this just became a ficlet #good prompt thank you much nonny #Anonymous

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melody0136 · 7 years

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I decided why not 🌌advertise🌌 my fics on Tumblr from now on,, I dunno: Rating: Teen and Up *Rated for implied sexytimes and nudity ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) this is a crack fic through and through Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice Pairing: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, And presenting; Igor the Fabergé Egg and Ekaterina Valentina Viktoria Nikiforov as mama and papa Nikiforov Summary: Yuuri meets Viktor's parents! At last! ...Under ever so slightly compromising circumstances /I know nothing about formatting on Tumblr just ignore me/

#yuri on ice #yuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #Viktor Nikiforov's parents #yes i took liberties #crack #crackfic #fanfic

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yuriplisetskysglove · 7 years

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Child AU: Victoire isn’t pleased

Having just introduced her sibling Camille, I thought I ought to post Victoire tonight <3 So, here we go ! You may have heard about her through either the Camille masterpost, or the Ekaterina masterpost. I hope you’re gonna love her just as much as the both of them do !... Or not, they’d willingly try to kill you in your sleep if you were to lay a finger on their beautiful Victoire

First of all, you gotta know that Victoire means ‘victory’ in French, so let’s just say she was born to be a winner

And when she marries Ekaterina, she’ll most likely take the Victoire Katsuki-Nikiforov name, which would roughly translate to ‘Victory Winner life-Son of a Winner’

And I didn’t even do it on purpose

I just liked the irony because Victoire is a very pessimistic human being and always thinks about happy stuff such as death and comatose

She’s not depressive though, she just gives them a lot of thought and sometimes acts a bit paranoid

Her canon age would be 16, meaning, a year younger than Camille

While Ekaterina is a complete bisexual, Victoire herself isn’t sure whether she’s a lesbian or pan

The main reason for this is that I myself don’t know whether she’s lesbian or pan

It’s actually really important to her, because she needs to be sure of who she is and hates the feeling of not knowing that

Ice-skating and singing makes her calm her nerves

Ice-skating because she can focus on something and stop thinking

Singing because she can let off some steam, she only sings metal btw

Because of her fury on the ice and her habit of taking first place repeatedly (at least until she joins the Senior bracket and goes up against Ekaterina lmao), the media has been nicknaming her ‘The Queen of Nike’

Not because she’s being sponsored by the Nike brand, but because Nike is the goddess of Victory

The fun part is the French translation and JJ endlessly teasing her with that (he is NOT a subtle dad)

Why the French translation ? Well, Nike would be pronounced ‘nee-kay’ and... Let’s just say that ‘niquer’ would be translated to ‘to fuck’

Which really angers Victoire because she’s embarrassed as hell

... @rilya-dewilder please tell me you’ll apologize with me for that terrible pun and sexual innuendo (more like outuendo at that point)

When Ekaterina still didn’t know about that pun, she would nickname her ‘My Queen’

But then someone told her

Pretty sure that someone was Camille

And ever since Ekaterina’s been increasingly embarrassing about it and will NOT shut up about it

She then proceeds to learn French because she loves hearing Victoire speaking French

Victoire learns Russian and is pretty good at it

She absolutely loves both her parents (despite JJ being the less subtle dad ever) and has always been kinda spoiled since she’s the second child

Because of that, she often argues with Camille, but loves her big sib nevertheless and would kill anyone who tries to hurt him

While Camille gets along real well with the Crispino-Babicheva twins, cue them crashing at their place quite frequently, she’s very wary of them

Same with Dmitri, even though he’s pretty much Ekaterina’s younger brother, she thinks it’s a bit weird for him to date three people at once

But as long as Camille is happy, she’ll never say anything

Never say she’s Canadian, because she very obviously is Québecoise and very proud of it

Since her mom is Chinese (I hc her as such since the Yang last name is pretty common in China, but I do know that she could be Korean as well), she’s always shown great interest in Chinese culture

That’s why Yu Li and her have a bit of a tense relationship, but as long as they avoid that point, they get along fairly well

She has a bad habit of eating eggs and bacon at like 3 am, waking up nearly everyone in the process, but over the years, the Leroys have learnt to deal with it

Ekaterina hasn’t

Victoire is also friends with Flore Giacometti, and since both Adam Giacometti and Altair are ice skaters as well, she knows them and they sometimes treat dinner to each other

It’s kinda awkward because of the whole ‘Adam Giacometti is dating my sibling’s boyfriend, who is also Altair and Ekaterina’s young brother, the latter being my girlfriend’ situation

Soooo Victoire is up now ! What do you think of the pessimistic and awkward prodigy ? Anyway, I’m done for tonight, I gotta sleep a bit... Maybe. Next up will be the Crispino-Babicheva twins, given how I’ve talked about them in both Leroys’ posts lmao

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi child au #victoire leroy #camille leroy #jean-jacques leroy #isabella yang #jjbella #ekaterina katsuki-nikiforov #yu li de la iglesia #flore giacometti #adam giacometti #altair solak

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yuriplisetskysglove · 7 years

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Child AU: Camille doesn’t care

‘But, Ginny’, you may ask, ‘who is Camille ?!’ Well, my dear puppies, Camille Leroy is JJ and Isabella’s elder child, and therefore is the older sibling of Victoire. He was mentionned in Dmitri’s masterpost so I believe it is time for me to introduce him properly 8D

Camille is agender but uses masculine pronouns, his general mood being ‘meh, I don’t care’ (btw, Camille is a neutral French name)

He isn’t into ice-skating like his sister is, and doesn’t really know what he wants to do with his life

He’s kind of a lone wolf and spends a lot of time outside, usually just walking aimlessly around

He doesn’t talk a lot but when he does he’s fucking hilarious and/or sassy

That’s why Dmitri fell for him in the first place

It’s also the reason why he and his dad very often argue

JJ being an outgoing and cheerful person, he has a lot of trouble putting up with him, even though he loves him dearly

Camille adores his mother, and thinks she’s the coolest person on Earth, what with her being so pretty and stylish

He and Victoire often argue, especially since Victoire is kinda spoiled, being the second child and all

He goes to every competition she attends though, just so he can proudly say that ‘that woman is my baby sister and I would protect her with your life, Dad’

His canon age would be 17 years old

He’s dating Dmitri, and is kind of possesive with him, but would never lay a finger on Adam and Yu Li since he knows it would hurt Dmitri

While both Otabek and Yuri are plain adorable with him, he’s still embarrassed whenever he comes to St-Petersburg to visit them

He acts like an older sibling towards the Cripsino-Babicheva twins, Sascha and Chel (who will both be introduced in tomorrow’s posts, I believe ~) and spoils them a lot

The fun thing is, they both are as cheerful and outgoing as JJ and he has no problem with them, so everyone by now has guessed that he’s just going through his ‘I HATE YOU DAD’ phase

Since his sister is dating Ekaterina, he knows her, and they quietly respect each other (although Camille can sometimes play the overprotective older sibling card)

People often say he’s similar to Altair in that they both are lonesome and very chill but they actually are super duper different

Camille isn’t motivated by any kind of passion, nor is he a hardworking or determined person, he just goes on with the flow

He likes science and astronomy though, and while art isn’t really his thing, he likes drawing constellations on his skin

He likes alcohol too. A lot. And is a happy drunk so it’s kinda unsettling to see him like that (the drunk hcs will be coming up btw, but I still have A LOT to do lmao)

Also he’s real messy

‘Camille, just clean up your goddamn room, it’s so messy I can’t even walk in !’

‘Why don’t you get out then, Victoire ?’

Fun fact: Camille uses social media a lot, but is the kind of fb friend who never posts but tags people in silly posts (yeah basically he’s me), most of the time said posts involve cats

Because he loves cats and Dmitri sometimes just gives up on both his Papa and his lover because HOW CAN THEY TALK ABOUT CATS FOR HOURS AND HOW IS IT THAT CATS ARE THE ONLY TOPIC THAT PUTS CAMILLE AT EASE BEFORE YURI

Someone please save Dmitri from the cat maniacs

I think I’m done with Camille ?? Idk it seems kinda short to me and I’m pretty sure I had a lot of other things to say about him but oh well, it’s not as if I was gonna do a single post per character for this AU anyway, you’ll get to know him better through some interactions with the others ~ Next up is his baby sister, Victoire !

#yoi #yuri on ice #yoi child au #camille leroy #jean-jacques leroy #isabella yang #victoire leroy #jjbella #dmitri altin-plisetsky #altair solak #otayuri #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #yu li de la iglesia #adam giacometti #sascha crispino-babicheva #celeste crispino-babicheva #chel crispino-babicheva #ekaterina katsuki-nikiforov

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yuriplisetskysglove · 7 years

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Child AU: some Dmitri things

Or Mitya for friends and family, lil’ monster for Otabek and Yuri <3 If you have read my Child AU OS, you might know that Dmitri is Yuri and Otabek’s son, whom they adopted. So here we go for a more thorough introduction of this sweet cinnamon roll, who easily is my favorite out of the whole 2nd gen (I shouldn’t be doing favorites. That’s like, a mother choosing between her children. But Dmitri is waaayyy too relatable for me not to love him) !!

Dmitri is three when Otayuri adopt him, merely a few months after he was sent to the orphanage

His biological parents were very loving and plain adorable, but they unfortunately died in a fire. He has no memory of it though

Dmitri is a sassy, salty, trolling human being who has literally no filter

He grows up to be freakishly tall for his age and is super lanky. I’ll post his design later <3

This boy loves music more than Yuri loves pirozhki. He listens to pretty much anything and everything and also writes music, sometimes with the help of Otadad and his big bro Altair (EDIT: the Altair masterpost is here !) ! He wrote some of the pieces Ekaterina used in her programs, too

Btw, he was pretty much raised with Ekaterina and they have a sibling-like relationship. She calls him Mitya, he calls her Ekate to reference the Greek goddess Hecate and he’s the only one allowed to call her that

Viktor and Yuuri are family to him, and he loves them very dearly. He likes calling them ‘Gramps and Grandpa’, respectively, to mess with them

Of course, he really loves his dads, and would do anything for them. While Yuri often acts like a mama bear with him - a salty, sassy and angry mama bear -, Beka is more on the soft and understanding side of things (don’t worry, domestic Otayuri + children are coming 8D)

He also has a really good relationship with Altair; despite them not growing up together, they treat each other like brothers and both are extremely grateful to the other for it

He is a giant history and pop culture nerd (granted, this is kinda cliché but I guess we all love that cliché lmao), as well as a freaking Memelord

As stated in the Child AU OS, Dmitri has no interest in taking up his dads’ legacy in ice skating and he feels really bad about it. He’s always afraid he’ll end up disappointing everyone

He’s mentally gifted and very often overthinks things, which makes his relationship with others a bit difficult as he tends to doubt pretty much everything

So Dmitri is panromantic, asexual and polyamorous, and here comes the fun part

His “canon” age, the one I’ll most of the time be writing him in, is 15 years old. He’s dating three people (who know about it and are perfectly okay with it, even though they do compete to see who Dmitri loves the most out of the three of em xDD)

First is Adam Giacometti, who is Chris and Steven’s eldest son. He’s 18, so, the same as Ekaterina

Second is Camille Leroy, 17 years old. He is agender but uses masculine pronouns (I’ll develop that part later in his very own post <3) and is the child of JJ and Isabella

Last but certainly not least is Yu Li de la Iglesia, 15 years old, who is Leo and Guang Hong’s daughter ~

The first time Dmitri introduces them all to his parents, as his lovers, Yura just goes into Mother Hen Mode

“If even one of you little bitches dare hurting my beautiful son I will tame my cats so they will fucking destroy you”

“Yura, you can’t be so rude to our son’s lovers”

“YES I CAN AND I WILL BEKA”

“… How does that even work, though. These relationships I mean. Wtf Dmitri”

“Shut up Altair”

Dmitri isn’t a dog person, nor is he a cat person. He’s a squirrel person (anyone who finds that reference will win a cookie. And no @rilya-dewilder, you can’t play, I know you know what it is xDD). But cats and dogs always seem to love him (Makkachin does, and the feline army permanently crashing at the Altin-Plisetskys’ place do as well)

And I think we’re done for today 8D Of course, there’ll be a lot more of him in future posts ~

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yuriplisetskysglove · 7 years

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The Child AU Masterpost

Well I think the one who’ll use that post the most will be myself lmao, it’s just so I can get back faster on each child’s masterpost in case it needs editing (I’m mostly on phone during weekdays, so it’s a bit of a hassle) And since I have nothing better to do (Sleep ? Nah. Study ? That’s for the weak, I’m going with my raw, naturally non-existent talent) I’m gonna list em in alphabetical of their last names order lmao

Dmitri Altin-Plisetsky

Celeste Crispino-Babicheva

Sascha Crispino-Babicheva

Yu Li de la Iglesia

Adam Giacometti

Flore Giacometti

Luciano Giacometti

Makoto Delia Hanyu-Fernandez

Ekaterina Katsuki-Nikiforov

Camille Leroy

Victoire Leroy

Altair Solak

Elijah Weir-Lambiel

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yuriplisetskysglove · 7 years

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Child AU: Altair is here ~

... Sorry for the rhyme I couldn’t help it Anyway, this post will be introducing our smol little (not so smol nor little lmao) Altair Solak ! You might or might not have read some little things about his relationship with Dmitri in his very own masterpost, but by then you still had no freaking idea who Altair was !!

Altair is a Turkish muslim boy

His canon age would be 20 years old

He lived with his parents, older brother, cousins and uncles and aunts and at some point, his older brother had to go into hiding as he was being accused of taking part in some big heist (Altair never really knew if it was true or not)

Altair started ice skating then, he was 10

He kept it a secret from his parents until his cousins found out and went running to tell them

The Solaks weren’t too happy with that but if this was what their son needed to be happy until his brother returned, they didn’t mind paying him lessons

However, even when Altair’s brother came back (he would have been 12 by then), he kept skating

He was competing at a Junior Cup in Ankara when Otabek spotted him and immediately identified to him

He was invited as a guest commentator and saw a bit of himself in this determined, hardworking boy who ‘only lacks the natural talent the other competitors have’ but still shows them how good he can be

Then Otabek approached Altair and asked him if he wanted to be his protégé

Altair said yes ofc, but his family wasn’t too happy with this. They ended up kicking him out of home when he was 15

Otabek offered to take him to St-Petersburg, and Altair accepted

The thing is, Altair had never paid too much attention to Beka’s private life

So when he met a crazy punk russian, a sassy nerd boy, and an army of over a thousand cats, he kinda got scared and ran away

Beka runs after him, and just asks him to stay so he can at least have a roof to sleep under

Turns out the Altin-Plisetskys are adorable, even though their values are very different than the conservative values he was taught as a child, he begins to actually like them and they end up being family to him

Otayuri signed the custody of child papers when he was 17, and they had to try the Solaks in court to do that

He has had a huge crush on Ekaterina ever since they first met, but since he’s lithromantic, he’s fine with her dating Victoire and just really wants her to be happy

As stated above, Altair is really determined and hardworking, as well as a bit ambitious. He doesn’t know and doesn’t care about past achievements of great figure skaters; all he knows is that he’s gonna be better

He likes writing music with Dmitri and can play the guitar

Likewise, he sometimes does pair skating with Ekaterina just for the fun of it

He doesn’t really understand everything about everyone (such as being polyamorous like Dmitri is) but has grown to be very understanding and open-minded

While he gets along very well with Otabek, having known him for years, he sometimes has trouble understanding what exactly happens in Yuri’s mind. He eventually learns to live with it and ends up being pretty chill with him

He’s overall an extremely chill person

Being the oldest of the 2nd gen but the last one to join it, his interactions with the others are sometimes a bit awkward, but he’s some kind of big bro to them all

He gets along really well with Yakov and Lilia, for some reason

He has heterochromia. One eye is green and the other is brown, which made the media claim he is a perfect mix between Yuri and Otabek when they were younger

Ever since he came to the Altin-Plisetskys’ house, he’s been questionning everything he was taught and now says his life had been a lie before that. Therefore, one of his themes for a season is ‘Lie’

Wheeew, Altair, done ! What do you think of this smol and precious son ? He’s kind of a more chill, airheaded Beka lol I think I’m done for today o/ Next up will be the Leroy siblings I believe <3

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi child au #altair solak #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #otayuri #dmitri altin-plisetsky #ekaterina katsuki-nikiforov #victoire leroy #yakov feltsman #lilia baranovskaya

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yuriplisetskysglove · 7 years

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YOI Child AU ! First OS ~

Ok seriously, you guys deserve to know how the Child AU happened. So, @rilya-dewilder and myself were kinda angry (understatement) with all the hate in the Otayuri tag lately (aaannnd we both ship Otayuri like hell. Seriously. That ship will be the death of me and I love it more than my life. Moving on ~) so we got an idea to troll em. Annnnd thus, this OS was born. But it ended up being too good of an OS to actually let antis read it (ok no seriously, I don’t know if it’s actually good since I’ve only had one person read it, and although I’d never doubt Riri’s tastes in fanfcition, I’m worried about the quality of my own work lmao) Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it, sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes (and feel free to tell me if you spot any !) !! And while tumblr isn’t really a fanfiction platform (well... isn’t supposed to be lmao) I’d be really glad if you could provide me with some constructive criticism to help me improve >W< OS under the cut !

A/N: Steven is Mystery Man’s name (I’ve seen people calling him that so I just kinda went with it lol)

Such a nice and sunny winter afternoon rarely came in St Petersburg. What was even more rare was that both Viktor and Yuuri had managed to get a day off.

The latter was peacefully taking a nap on one of the couches, Makkachin laying at his feet. He had been pushing himself too hard lately, given that plenty of old ladies in town needed help with their grumpy cats and other ill puppies. Moreover, he had been taking in wandering pets that their owners had lost or abandonned, and currently was dedicating himself to finding them new homes. That’s why Viktor didn’t dare waking him up, choosing instead to enjoy some time with the children. Ever since Ekaterina and Dmitri had been made part of the family, Viktor’s daily life had become both a mess and an everlasting party, full of the ‘L words’; namely, ‘Love', and ‘Life'. If it was hard for him to manage his job as an assistant coach, it was even harder to deal with Yakov’s frequent angry rantings about the drama queen team he was training that season. And Viktor being their second coach did nothing to ease him. The living legend of Russia chuckled, suddenly remembering Yuri’s face upon learning he was to choreograph his free skate.

‘Why are you laughing, Daddy ?’ Ekaterina asked when she heard him.

They were watching Anastasia, a movie they all loved. Dmitri often would joke that the male lead had been named after him; while Ekaterina would tell him to shut it and watch the movie. They were eight and eleven, respectively, and thankfully none of them had begun their rebellious phase, although Dmitri had taken a bit of a sharp tongue from Mila.

‘Just wondering whether Guang Hong is mad at Yuri for getting gold again or not.’

‘He wouldn’t’, Dmitri objected. ‘They're friends. Also, Guang Hong is a good sport, unlike some people…’

‘Are you implying that Uncle Yura isn’t a good sport ?!’

They exchanged a very serious look. And then, Dmitri snorted, and started laughing uncontrollably. His loud laugh woke Yuuri up.

‘Dmitri…? Oh, I thought you were screaming because of something…’

‘Don't mind him, Papa’, quickly said Ekaterina. ‘He's just being dumb and rude towards Uncle Yura.’

She went near the couch, kissed her father, and then went back to watching her movie. Yuuri yawned, then shot a look at his phone.

‘Ah, speak of the devil. I got a text from Yurio.’

‘What's he saying ?’ Dmitri asked eagerly.

‘His plane has just landed ! He’s exhausted, though, so I don’t know if we should invite him for dinner…?’

‘Of course we should !’ the young girl said, tugging at Yuuri’s t-shirt. ‘I bet he missed your katsudon ! Also, it’s been a while since we’ve last seen him.’

‘It’s barely been a week.’

‘That's too long !’

Smiling, Viktor ruffled his daughter’s platinum blonde hair. She pouted, muttering something along the lines of ‘stop treating me like a baby !’.

‘She's right, though. A week might be nothing for old geezers like you but…’

‘What did you just call us ?!’ Viktor screamed before throwing himself at his husband. ‘Yuuri, did you hear that ?! He called us, old geezers. Old geezers ! We’re barely in our mid-late-something-thirties, Yuuri ! Are we really that old ?! And who taught him that, anyway ?!’

‘I'm guessing it’d be Yurio’, the ex-skater sighed.

‘Old geezers !’

‘At least, it’s better than… What was it, last time ?’

‘Out-of-date dinosaurs. Something like that. Yuuri am I old ? … Am I getting even more white hair ?! Is it getting thinner ?!’

‘Daddy, your hair is silver’, Ekaterina muttered.

She was more than used to her father being all dramatic about getting older. She, for one, couldn’t wait until she was old enough to compete in the senior ice-skating category. While Dmitri had given up on the sport, being more fond of reading or learning how to play the guitar, she loved ice-skating and was aiming to win at least six World Cups, to beat Viktor’s record, even though she wouldn’t compete in the same category.

‘Ah, I got another text.’

‘Are you not going to pay attention to me, Yuuri ?’

‘I'm paying attention to you every night, Vitya.’

‘... Smooth.’

The children exchanged a puzzled look. The adults were so very weird sometimes… All they knew was that they were doing ‘nasty adult stuff’. And they honestly didn’t want to know what that was.

‘He says that he’s gonna go home first to get rid of his stuff and hug every single cat he owns. And then he’ll come. Says he missed you two as well !’

‘How sweet of him. A few years back, he’d have gone with ‘who needs some dumb katsudon anyway. Still coming though, ain’t gonna let you waste your money over some rubbish.’’

Ekaterina’s eyes widened. Her Papa was the best cook in the entire world, she was sure of it.

‘Would Uncle Yura really say that ?’

‘Haven't you seen the photos ? He used to be such a drama queen - and, according to Dad, a tsundere.’

‘Dmitri, how do you even know what a tsundere is ?’ Yuuri sighed.

‘Went on a website called ‘tumblr'. There’s a fan page - well, over ten thousands, really - for the ‘Ice-Skating Prodigy Family’. Which apparently is made of the three of you. Ekaterina isn’t there, though.’

‘That’s because I’m still a junior competitor !’

‘Dmitri, don’t go on tumblr ever again, please.’

‘Why ? I mean, the fan page is pretty cool. There’s a lot of pictures of y’all. Like that one time you two skated together at the 2016 GPF Exhibition Gala. Pretty sure you wouldn’t fit in your costumes anymore !’

‘Dmitri, that was unnecessarily mean, and offensive, and rude.’

The boy rolled his eyes, and both men couldn’t help but do the same. He was taking a lot after Yuri. Feeling like getting in an argument would ruin the mood, Viktor paused the movie and turned to both the children, and his husband.

‘He'll want to eat katsudon and pirozhki, knowing him. Maybe we should make him some.’

‘Daddy, please don’t put a single toe in the kitchen’, Ekaterina begged. ‘Last time, when we tried to bake a cake for Uncle Otabek’s birthday, you managed to turn it green. Green, Daddy.’

‘That was -’

‘Definitely not an accident’, Dmitri smirked. ‘It's when you actually cook something edible that it is.’

‘Hey ! I’m not that bad, and -’

‘Also, both Yurio and Otabek got sick for two whole days after that. If I remember well, Yurio tried to kick you in the face with his skates when he got better.’

This shut Viktor down. He pouted, slowly went back to sitting on the couch, and tightly hugged Makkachin while pretending to cry.

‘Do you hear that Makkachin. This family hates me. This family hates me, Makkachin. What have I ever done to deserve that.

‘Vitya, I swear to… Ugh. Nevermind. We’re going to make that katsudon and those pirozhki.’

‘Yuuri is so cruel to me Makkachin. He hates me.’

The black-haired man rolled his eyes again, then went into the kitchen without his husband noticing his smirk. I’ll hug him later.

The two children listened carefully to Yuuri’s instructions, and even though there were some… flour battles when making the pirozhki, everything went rather smoothly. They had barely been done cleaning the kitchen that they heard the bell ringing, and Viktor went to get the door. He had stopped sulking, at least it seemed he did, because when he saw Yuri, he immediately shot him his heart-shaped smile and gave him a tight hug.

‘Viktor, stop, I’m suffocating and besides this is embarrassing, also -’

‘Uncle Yura !’

Ekaterina ran to hug the blonde, mercilessly pushing her father out of the way before she crashed onto the young man’s torso, crushing his bones in an even tighter hug.

‘Ekaterina, I can’t fucking breathe’, he muttered. His skinny built had never been much for bone-crushing hugs, especially the Katsuki-Nikiforov daughter’s.

‘No swearing, Yurio !’ Yuuri claimed before hugging him as well.

‘Yeah, yeah. Beka said he’d be coming later, he wanted to finish washing his bike before that. Is that okay ?’

They went inside, and Yuri had a bit of a hard time dealing with an over-excited Makkachin - the dog really did like him, and even though Yuri was definitely more of a cat person, he actually had nothing against him and even played with him a little.

‘Where's Dmitri ?’ he asked after Viktor had managed to calm Makkachin down.

As soon as he asked, the brown-haired boy came dashing from the corridor.

‘Papa !’

He threw himself onto the blonde’s back, and the latter, unused to having unexpected weight being thrown at him, fell down on his knees as his son started tickling him.

‘Dmitri - fuck, Dmitri stop it I - I said, stop it, ugh, stop, my sides hurt !’

The boy obeyed, albeit reluctantly, and offered his father his brightest smile.

‘Where's Dad ?’

‘He'll be late. How’re you, lil’ monster ?’

‘Hey. I’m more of a gremlin, really. And I’m great ! Uncle Vitya lent me a few cool books, you should totally read ‘em Papa.’

‘Uh, tell that to Beka. Y’know I’m not that much of a book person.’

‘Liar, I saw Romeo and Juliet on your bedside table just last week.’

‘When have you become such a ninja ?’

‘Oi ! Dmitri, don’t keep Uncle Yura all for yourself, that’s unfair !’

The two children started bickering, and all three adults exchanged a knowing look. They had always been like this.

‘So, Uncle Yura, what does Beijing look like ?’

‘I sent your dads a few pics already, y’know. It’s pretty cool, I guess, just a bit… crowded. But Guang Hong and Leo took us to some restaurant and even though I still can’t use fu… frea… um… chopsticks, we had some good time.’

‘And then ?’

‘And then what ?’

‘Dad said he wanted to take you on his bike and drive around the city. Said it’d be romantic.’

Yuri almost instantly went red. Despite him being twenty-six already, he still was embarrassed by Otabek’s not-so-well-hidden idea of romance, and his face showed it quite well. Viktor and Yuuri smirked at the ice kitty of Russia, who, fortunately, didn’t see them. Otherwise, he’d probably have punched them both.

Just as he was mumbling something like ‘Otabek you’re such a dumbass why did I even marry you’, the bell rang again, and this time, Dmitri went to open the door. As soon as he recognized his father’s black coat, he hugged him tight, and Otabek smiled gently before stroking his head. He closed the door behind him, then went to meet the little committee.

‘Sorry for being late. I really wanted to get this done.’

‘No problem, Otabek’, Yuuri smiled. ‘Actually, Yurio’s been here for just a few minutes, you know.’

They started chatting, mostly evaluating the chances of Yuri winning this season’s GPF - even though he had won gold for both qualifying events, he was to compete against some new skaters, who were inexperienced indeed, but extremely talented. Besides, Yuri had already proven that experience in the Senior bracket didn’t actually matter as long as the skaters worked hard and took full advantage of their talents - which had granted him a gold medal for his Senior Debut.

‘Hey, Dmitri, given that both your dads made it to the GPF this year, who will you be rooting for ?’ Ekaterina asked.

‘Dunno. Both, I guess ? At least if I’m in both fanclubs, I’m guaranteed to be satisfied.’

He smiled at his parents, and they chuckled, smiled, and Otabek fist-bumped him.

‘I hope Guang Hong and Leo make it, too.’

‘Yurio, is JJ really going to be singing for the opening event ?’

‘Uh… I didn’t ask him and I really hope he’s not ‘cause I seriously won’t have the time and fucking patience to deal with him…’

‘Come on, you two are friends now. And that dress he wore for your wedding was fabulous.’ Viktor winked at the children, who didn’t know of that story. After all, Ekaterina had been part of the family for eight years only, while Dmitri hadn’t spent more than five years with his foster family.

‘I still have the pictures Phichit took ! They must be in some photo album, I’ll show you later’, Yuuri smiled.

‘Mr. Katsuki, I don’t think it’s a good idea.’

‘You know, Otabek, you can call us Yuuri and Viktor. I mean, we’ve been Mr. Katsuki and Mr. Nikiforov for years now. I know, I know, you think it’s disrespectful but, really… Nevermind. Why is it a bad idea ?’

Otabek shook his head.

‘Mr. Giacometti is featured in a few of them.’

Silence fell upon the room, and Ekaterina broke it first.

‘As in, Christophe Giacometti ? Daddy’s best friend ? Uncle Chris ?’

‘Himself', Yuri groaned. ‘Why did he even have to come… He spent the entire afternoon getting drunk off his ass with Emil and Michele… Not to mention Georgi giving Minami some makeup advice… And Mila and Sara flirting… Ugh… Seriously, the only guy who stayed chill until the end was Seung-Gil.’

‘Leo went wild on the dancefloor, and both Yuris had a dance-off with him’, Viktor smirked.’

‘Leo did ? I thought he was cooler than that…’

‘What's that s’posed to mean, Dmitri ?!’

‘But Uncle Chris is so sweet !’ Ekaterina said. ‘Last time, he brought us Swiss chocolate for the Easter holidays !’

‘Yeah well now he’s calmed down, especially with Steven tempering him. But seriously… I’ve seen things at the GPF Gala that I’d rather not remember.’

‘Like what, Papa ?’

‘I said I didn’t wanna remember that.’

When the clock hit nine in the evening, they suddenly realized they had completely forgotten about the katsudon and pirozhki, and both Yuris went extremely pale, fearing for their beloved dishes’ lives. Turns out they actually weren’t half bad at all, and they ended up staying up quite a while talking about different things - although Yuri fell asleep halfway, his head laying on Otabek’s shoulder while the latter was starting to get tired as well. After all, he also had had an exhausting trip from Beijing to St Petersburg, and he moreover had to wash his bike and prevent their four cats from running away.

Seeing how tired both of them were, and having a hard time dealing with Dmitri and Ekaterina’s over-cheerfulness, Viktor and Yuuri let the Altin-Plisetsky couple sleep in a spare room. When they were done making sure that everything was comfortable enough for them, they went back to the living room, and found their sweet daughter, fast asleep on the couch.

‘Awww, Yuuri, an angel has dozed off on our couch. Should we wake her up ?’

‘No, let her be… Let’s just bring her a cover and that cat plushie Yurio gave her, she loves it.’

‘That reminds me… Where has Dmitri gone ?’

They went back in the kitchen, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. Viktor quickly checked in Yuri and Otabek’s room, but he wasn’t there either. They kept searching for a few minutes, until they heard someone sneezing, only to find a wide-awake Dmitri on the balcony.

‘You're going to catch a cold, Dmitri’, Yuuri said as he gently took his hand to lead him back inside.

But the boy didn’t move an inch, and kept looking at the scenery that spread before his magnificent blue eyes. The ever-so-cheerful St Petersburg was drowned in its own silence, beautiful and intimidating. They could see some lights coming out of other houses, where other people lived other lives. Both adults stared at the boy.

‘Is it bad that I’m different from everyone in the family ?’ he finally said in a quiet, shy voice.

‘Are you ?’ Yuuri asked. ‘Different, I mean.’

The boy seemed to regret his words at first, and it looked like he wasn’t going to try and answer Yuuri’s question. Instead, he went back inside to grab Otabek’s giant coat, put it on like some kind of oversized costume, and sat down on one of the balcony chairs. His gaze fell upon the peaceful city again, as he started talking in a voice that didn’t quite sound like his.

‘Ice-skating isn’t my thing. Sure, it can be cool. Sometimes. Mila said that I would grow to like it. But it’s not the same ‘like' as you two or Ekaterina or my parents’ ‘like'. It’s not even a hobby.’

‘Does that make you feel… Apart from us ?’ Viktor muttered.

‘Kinda. I mean, I won’t force myself to like it just because the people I love do. But I don’t like being left out either. Papa and Dad spend so much time abroad because of it. And yeah, I know they come back as often as possible ‘cause they wanna see me, and all of us really, but… It’s not the same…’

‘If this is what worries you, Dmitri, know that they love you. Deeply’, Viktor smiled.

‘It's not. I know they do. I guess I just missed them quite a bit and I really want to spend more time with them. I know what it’s gonna be. One of them will get gold at the GPF, and then they’ll go for the Europeans, the Four Continents and the Worlds, and then they’ll come back, only to go away again…’

‘Geez, aren’t you too small to worry about these ?’

All three turned around, and met a pair of tired, green eyes. Yuri was leaning against the door, staring at his son.

‘Papa ! I… I thought you were asleep…!’

‘I was. But Beka snores like a freaking grizzly. Shouldn’t have given him any booze.’

He sat down, his torso and bare arms inside the living room while his legs laid on the balcony.

‘I’m sorry’, he said. ‘I'm sorry we don’t get to spend as much time with you as we’d all like.’

‘... I didn’t really want you to apologize, y’know ? It’s not really your fault if you like skating that much.’

‘This one is our last season.’

Yuuri couldn’t help but let out a faint exclamation, but he was quick to cover his mouth, afraid he might wake Ekaterina up. Viktor simply frowned, and then sighed.

‘I knew there had to be a reason for you to be this invested this year.’

‘We’re not gonna stay competitive forever. Besides, we’ve been talking a lot about you, lil’ monster. Viktor and the piglet aren’t always gonna be taking care of you when it’s our job.’

‘You can’t ! You… That’s your passion ! You’ve loved it since you were three !’ Dmitri yelled. ‘Don't give up just because I’m an attention whore and -’

‘Language, kid. And trust me, if you were an attention whore, I’d have punched you long ago so don’t go around saying that.’

‘Then, Yurio, what… What are you going to do ?’ Yuuri asked.

‘Dunno. I’ve been asked to work as a model but to be honest, it’d be a pain in the ass. Beka thinks he’s gonna start in the music industry, though.’

‘Are Uncle Yura and Uncle Otabek retiring…?’ asked Ekaterina’s soft voice from the couch.

She was looking at them with bright grey eyes, her hair falling before her face as she slowly stood up and went to sit next to Yuri.

‘Yeah. We are.’

‘We'll never get to see you skate again ?’

‘Not during a competition.’

‘But… You’ll keep loving it, right ? Like Papa and Daddy do ?’

‘Course we will.’

He patted her head, and yawned. She looked like she was about to cry, but she didn’t and simply went to hug Yuuri.

‘Yuri', Viktor said. ‘If none of you win gold this year, or beat your records, I’m keeping Dmitri here and you’re not taking him back ever again.’

‘What ?!’ both Yuri and Dmitri screamed.

‘That's so fucked up, old man ! Who d’you think you are ?! Also are you serious ?! I knew you were stupid but this is some JJ-level bullshit, have you even heard what you -’

‘Yura ? Why are you and Mr. Nikiforov arguing… Again...?’

Otabek had just entered the room, still sleepy.

‘Beka ! Tell the old man that he can’t keep our son all to himself even if none of us win gold !’

‘... What ?’

‘That’s his way of encouraging you’, Yuuri sighed. ‘Well, as long as none of you ask him to marry you if you win gold…’

‘Not happening, the guy’s way too old for me, you can keep him.’

‘Yuri, that was rude !’

‘But I don’t wanna keep living with Grandpa and Gramps, though.’

‘Why would you call my Papa and Daddy ‘Grandpa and Gramps’ ?!’

‘Well, remember that website I talked about earlier ? Tumblr ? People say that Papa is Viktor and Yuuri’s son. So, technically, they’re my grandparents.’

‘... Does that mean Uncle Yura is… Big Brother Yura ?’

‘That also means Dmitri is your nephew’, Otabek said bluntly.

‘Which is fucked up. Also, I’m not their son for fuck’s sake ! Could they stop with this bullshit for even a fucking minute ?!’

‘Yurio, I’ve been trying not to pay attention to it but please don’t swear that much in front of the children’, Yuuri begged.

‘Yeah, Papa, listen to Grandpa Yuuri !’

‘Wait, I get to be Gramps ?! But… But I wanted to be Grandpa !’

‘Dude, you have your priorities set straight.’

‘I'm pretty sure he’s not.’

Silence followed Otabek’s declaration as he stared extremely seriously at everyone in the room. Yuri ended up facepalming, stood up and pulled his ear.

‘Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my bad-puns-free-Beka.’

‘I'm Drunk Beka.’

‘Fuck.’

Then, Otabek collapsed in his husband’s arms, who winced before putting him down on the ground.

‘Wow, now that’s a side of Dad I didn’t know’, Dmitri smirked before taking a picture.

‘Don't even try blackmailing him, kid.’

‘Aww, Yuuri, our son is so protective of his boyfriend !’

‘Viktor, shut your fucking mouth ! He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my husband. And. I. Am. Not. Your. Son.’

Viktor was going to reply, when Ekaterina sneezed. Everyone agreed to go back inside. They hadn’t even realized how cold it was. They spent another few hours talking and playing some board games while Otabek was still asleep on the fluffy carpet; Ekaterina and Dmitri then went with Yuuri to take all covers and pillows off the beds and out of the closets, and gathered them all on the floor. Everyone fell asleep together, Yuri hugging Dmitri and Ekaterina being comfy between her two fathers.

Needless to say, the following week, they were all tied up to their beds with a nasty cold, and Yakov came running to scold every single one of them, even the two children who knew that the man was much, much kinder than he’d ever let people think.

AAAnnnnnd done !!! I hope you liked it, and especially Dmitri and Ekaterina >W< Sorry it ended up way angstier than expected - I do that, sometimes. Truth is, I love writing angst so... Beware of your feels 8D Anyway

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi child au #otayuri #viktuuri #chris x mystery man #ekaterina katsuki-nikiforov #dmitri altin-plisetsky #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #viktor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki

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Her name is Ekaterina Nikiforovna Katsuki. On paper, anyways.

Her papa and the other Russian family friends adoringly call her “Katya”. She responds to “Rima” in Japan. At home in the US, she is simply known as “Katie”.

The figure skating community considers her royalty, a reputation that long precedes her. She is, after all, the daughter of the well-decorated Viktor Nikiforov of Russia and Yuuri Katsuki of Japan. To add to this, Mila Babicheva, a former power to be reckoned with in ladies’ singles, was her surrogate mother.

The seventeen-year-old Eurasian girl stands at 5′ 5″, or roughly 165 cm everywhere else in the world. With wavy dark reddish-brown hair, fair skin, warm brown eyes, and a slender figure, she has always been a wonder to watch on the ice. At least that’s what her papa always says, cerulean eyes beaming with joy, despite the fact that Katie is currently picking herself up from the ice after yet another botched landing.

“Do you know what you did there?” Viktor asked from where he stood across the rink, his Russian accent tinging his English just a bit.

“I didn’t bend my knees enough on the landing.” Katie shouts in response. She skates over to the perimeter, arms crossed and more frustrated than she has felt in a long while. Katie has been trying to be more consistent with her jumps, and the worst feeling is knowing that she used to have this cursed triple salchow - triple toe combination down-pat before puberty had hit her like a train.

Viktor just wags a finger at her. “You also overrotated that first salchow, got distracted by it, and then failed to use your knees on the second landing.”

“I should just retire, Papa.” she mumbles as she props her elbows on the divider and holds her face in her hands.

“Where is this coming from, dear?” the silver-haired Russian asks, tucking Katie’s stray bangs behind her ear.

All the words tumble out in a torrent. “I can’t land half the jumps I used to. I can’t even place in the middle of the herd anymore. I came in dead last at Worlds last season, when I placed 6th the season before. I couldn’t even medal in any of the Grand Prix Final events last season.” Katie punctuates her teary, frustrated rant with a groan-screech combination that Viktor has heard many times. “I’m done. So done.”

“Katya, why don’t we take a break?” Viktor suggests, guiding her off the ice and toward a bench.

Katie sits down and stares at the rink as she tosses her water bottle from hand to hand, a fidget action that she got from Mila. Why does Papa even bother? I’ve literally turned into the largest disappointment. I have fallen from the top all the way to rock bottom. Is it bad to wonder if figure skating didn’t make it in my genes? Yes, I’m the biological child of Yuuri Katsuki and Mila Babicheva, two world-class skaters, but I do not have the blood of THE Viktor Nikiforov, which totally explains why I had potential and then just completely lost –

Viktor interrupts her thoughts. “Whatever it is you’re thinking, stop.” He gently plucks the bottle that Katie has been fiddling with and holds her hand. “Don’t do what your tou-chan does. We love you, no matter what you end up doing.”

The silence seems to stretch into oblivion as Katie waits for him to continue.

“You’re going through a slump. A lot of skaters go through slumps. Puberty happens. And sadly, the growth spurt makes or breaks careers.”

Katie frowns. “Not helping, Papa.”

“Oops. I got off track,” Viktor chuckles, swinging her hand in his. “The point is, what happens next for you is your decision. I was going to ask if you thought I’d allow my daughter to get caught up in a slump, but it really is all up to whether you decide you’re going to stay in this slump or fight your way out of it.” He smiles, and Katie can only wonder what her father could possibly be happy about. Viktor briefly switches to Russian and says, “You are a fighter. You are our daughter, after all.”

The silence that settles is comfortable this time, as Viktor reaches over to give Katie a much-needed hug.

Viktor stands up, and pulls Katie to her feet. “You should talk to tou-san about this tonight. And maybe call Mila tomorrow morning. I’m sure she’ll have plenty of advice for you.” Katie is barely able to get out a half-hearted affirmative answer before Viktor launches into his next instructions. “Now, you are going to practice your spins and transitions, and you’re going to do flat run-throughs for another hour before we leave. I do not want to see you attempt a single jump.”

Katie gulps at her father’s sudden strict tone of voice as she steps back onto the ice. It was always like this with him, super fun and then super scary within seconds.

She’s old enough to know that her father is only making her do them in order to distract her from angsting over her jumps. And it always works. After all, transitions, skating skills, and other artistry related components make up roughly half of her score.

Katie spends the next hour tracing shapes around the rink, listening to the soothing sound of metal slicing through ice punctuate whatever music Viktor put on the sound system. If any of this season’s program music started playing, she practiced her step sequences and transitions with the rhythm. Before she knew it, the last hour of training came to a close.

“Hey, don’t you have to help Stepa with biology later?” Cheery dad is back. Heart-shaped smile, happily closed eyes and all.

Katie slides to a stop. This is just another part of their routine. Viktor says absolutely nothing for the time period that he sentences his daughter to skate figures and do flat run-throughs, and then indirectly ends the training session by saying or asking something random before giving his critique.

“Um, yeah, I told him after dinner,” Katie responds, putting her skate guards on and walking over to the bench where she left her bag and water bottle. Crap, I forgot about that pre-calculus quiz on Tuesday too. Maybe I can ask tou-san for help on that later.

“Then we should pick up the pace, yeah? We shouldn’t keep your tou-san waiting.” Viktor smiles down at Katie, helping her pack up her stuff. Katie nods, quickly changing out of her skates and into her sneakers. Viktor lists the little details he noticed in the last hour of practice that need some fine tuning as the father-daughter duo makes their way to the parking lot.

As they drive home, Katie looks through her phone notifications.

Stepan Plisetsky-Altin

3:17 PM – I’m so screwed for this quiz on Monday

3:28 PM – I keep reading these words and I’m getting NOTHING

3:56 PM – Katie help meeeeeee

4:32 PM – Sorry, I know you’re at rehearsal but today is just a really bad day concentration-wise

4:49 PM – Pops is taking my phone so BYE

Fleur Giaccometti posted a new album, “Introducing FLEUR: FALL 2042”.

Yuri Plisetsky

4:50 PM – As you may already know, Stepan’s attention span is struggling severely today

4:50 PM – Otabek spent the morning trying to go through these concepts with him with no success

4:51 PM – Once again, we’ll have to rely on you

Danny Ji – De La Iglesia posted a new video on his channel.

Sam Ji – De La Iglesia and 87 others liked your photo.

“Anything interesting?” Viktor asks, as they exit the highway.

Katie sighs. “Not really, just Stepa freaking out, Uncle Yuri lowkey apologizing, and other social media things.”

She responds to Stepan’s distracted pleas for academic help first. “I’ll be there at 7, find your chill omfg”, she types. To his father, she replies: “No worries, I’ll be over at 7 PM”.

Katie takes the time to scroll through Fleur’s new fall collection for her fashion line, and likes a few of the dresses and ensembles. Maybe she can wheedle Fleur and nab something on the cheap from a few seasons ago to wear to the upcoming season’s banquets.

Before she knows it, they’ve arrived home in the suburbs of Canton, Michigan.

“Tadaima,” Katie calls out as she enters through the garage and toes off her shoes.

“Okaeri!” Yuuri happily responds from the living room. “How was practice?”

Katie just looked at him with an awkward look of skepticism that equated to a lot of cringing and sheepish smiling. “UHHHHHH…okay? Not great? But not absolutely terrible? Same old, same old?”

“In short, you and Mila need to sit down and give her a confidence lesson, because apparently I can’t.” Viktor says curtly.

Yuuri just looks at his husband blankly while their daughter noticeably wilts and slouches behind Viktor in response to his statement.

“I mean, I can’t motivate our daughter the same way I motivated you,” Viktor adds on with a mischievous tone.

Yuuri’s blank expression turns into one of disbelief. “I can’t believe you went there.”

At this point, Katie catches on and tries not to gag. “Too much information! Your child, who is standing in the same room as you, did not need to know that. Ew.”

“But Katya, one day you’ll find your special person and then you’ll underst–“ Viktor singsong is cut off by Katie yelling “I’M GONNA GO SHOWER AND FORGET THIS EXCHANGE EVER HAPPENED!” as she runs to the bathroom.

The two former competitive skaters share a look.

“Victor, how does udon sound for dinner?”

“It sounds vkusno.”

Notes:

It’s out fam! I’ve committed and hopefully this can continue when classes start next week

#yuri on ice #yoi #viktor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #yuri plisetsky #born to make history au #mila babicheva #otabek altin #guang hong ji #leo de la iglesia #ekaterina nikiforovna katsuki #stepan plisetsky-altin #daniel ji - de la iglesia #samantha ji - de la iglesia #fleur giacometti #victor nikiforov

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