So this is my new story. I'm kinda testing the waters with this one. Since I have no knowledge of skating, I'm making this an AU, because who doesn't love AUs? So in this one, Victor doesn't skate competitively, he did when he was younger, but not and the age of 25 (as I am making him) Yuuri is 21 and Yuri is 4. Yurio is Yuri's nickname like in the anime since I can see Victor giving his kids nicknames. Yuri will be referenced as Yurio since I sometimes get confused on who I'm writing about.
Yuuri skates competitively and looked up to Victor in his junior days. This is going to be the papa Victor, dad Yuuri, and son Yuri kinda thing.
Also last time I checked, but the skating rink mentioned here is real and somewhere in Russia. Also if I mess up on any Russian words or places, please tell me! I would really appreciate it.
Please review and give me suggestions on if you think this story should continue or not.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Yuri on ice characters. I only like to write about them.
To Victor, the one night stand was the best thing that happened to him. It gave him his beloved Yurio. His green eyed, blonde troublemaker with a temper. He was given that gift 6 years ago. Yurio might not even be his as the mother frequently slept with other men, and Victor just happened to be in the area when Yurio was born, and was gracefully handed a child with the mother proclaiming he was the father like he was on a Maury show. But even if he isn't the biological father, he still likes to think of himself as Yurio's father. Victor's own father always told him, "Anyone can make a child, but it takes a man to step up and be that child's father". He still lives by those rules.
"Papa, can we go to the skating rink today?" Yurio looked to Victor with green eyes shining. Yurio only liked going to either the park or the skating rink, where Victor would teach him how to skate. He was a interesting child, already having a knack for skating at the young age of 4, and still eager to learn. The problem was, he only allowed Victor to teach him. He would scream and cry until he screamed himself hoarse if anyone tried to teach him, but smiled and had bright eager eyes when Victor taught. The teachers told him, it was the way Victor himself skated and how it was magical the way he flew across the ice and that no one could take their eyes off him.
"Sure, Yurio. Now go grab your scarf, mittens, and hat." Yurio scrambled off to go grab his things while Victor finished off his coffee and put on his jacket, gloves and equipment. After swaddling Yurio up in a few layers, Victor picked up Yurio and left the apartment. A few drops of snow would fall around them but it was a relatively warm day. When they arrived at the outdoor skating rink, there were people skating already. Couples skating hand in hand, older children racing each other, elderly couples watching and reminiscing of a joyance past full of fun and love.
Yurio was squirming in his arms, wanting to be put down. "Papa let me down, I want to go skating already!" Victor chuckled at his sons enthusiasm. He sat them down at a nearby bench where another man sat, looking confused at his cell phone. "Calm down Yurio, we got to put on the skates first. Now tell me, which shoe goes on which foot." Yurio pouted at test before giving up and shoving his small feet into a shoes and trying to lace them up. "Don't be too impatient, the ice will still be there when you get it right." The young boy, blushed heavily before switching his shoes and asking Victor to help him lace them up.
By the time, the two laced up their skates and were ready to skate, the man sitting next to them tapped Victor's shoulder. "Eto,.. Um… Is this the skating rink at Kolomenskoe?" The ebony haired man was twiddling his thumbs. He spoke in horrible Russian, and had an accent that didn't sound like the typical American accent he heard from time to time. But he was happy someone was trying to speak in his mother tongue. Yurio let out an impatient sigh and squirmed again. "Da, this is the skating rink." He took a chance on the foreigner speaking English and was correct when the man let out a long sigh. "That's good. I should have probably bought a map, since my phone isn't helping me." The man readjusted his glasses, his frames giving off a slight glint in the sun. "Well thank you for helping me." The man gave him a slight bow and a wave to Yurio before going back to the bench and putting on his skates.
"Papa, come on! I wanna go skate." Yurio whined, finally succeeding in getting out of Victor's firm hold. Victor caught his hand and turned him toward the rink. That was one interesting foreigner.