Title: If I Told You It Was More Than Love
Pairing: Viktuuri, Otayuri
Summary: All his life, Yuuri was never given a choice by the Nikiforov family or the world.
Note: This is a tackle of total submission from Yuuri to Viktor because of his lack of confidence and because people told him to do so. Also, Omegaverse AU. #Yandere!Viktor #Cinnamon!Yuuri #LoveWins #IDon'tKnowIfIt'saHappyEndingOraSadEnding #depends #XD
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Yuuri was seven when he met the heir to the Nikiforov line.
His mother and father were newly hired employees—his mother, the new head chef, his father, the new housekeeper of the hot spring inn in the unbelievably large land of the esteemed Russian family in St. Petersburg.
Given the circumstances, he wasn't given any choice where to live. His family was taken under the wing of the Nikiforovs—and once his parents were comfortably settled, he was, too, taken under those wings. And being young, just so, he was thrusts into the role of playmate to the sole child of the manor.
The first time he saw Viktor, the boy was in his room, reading a thick book, his back to the door. Viktor has the regal composure of a king. He exudes aura that demands respect and submission. Yuuri had looked helplessly to his mother who ushered him gently inside the room.
The soft noise disturbed the quiet of the room and made Viktor looked at him with such displeasure that his skittish personality made him want to run away. The boy with the silver hair, he thought before he knew of Viktor's name, has the coldest of eyes.
But the winter was only for a second before it melted into a summer sky when the pair of blue descended on his mother. Even so, Yuuri can't shake his fight-or-flight instinct away. There's something about Viktor that unsettles him. God knows what. But knowing himself, it probably is just his anxiety being suspicious of everyone. He once thought the deliveryman is going to kidnap him. And the ice cream man. And practically everyone, who is in fact, harmless.
"Aunt Hiroko." Viktor discarded his book carelessly on the floor, walking gracefully towards them, silver hair swaying beautifully, "Who is this?"
Hiroko gave Viktor her kind smile, eyes lighting at the politeness of the child, "This is my Yuuri, Viktor. He is my omega son I told you about before."
"Yuuri," His mother spoke kindly, smiling at him as she gently pushes him to the curious child in front of him, "This is Viktor Nikiforov. He's the son of Sir Ivan and Sir Katyusha."
Yuuri shyly peered at the staring Alpha, fidgeting when he doesn't say anything for a minute before beaming at him, taking his hand and enthusiastically bringing him to a hug.
He squeaked in surprise, looking at his mother for help but only receiving an amused smile from her.
"Yuuri!" Viktor's heart shaped smile was oozing with boundless joy, his name rolling out silkily like Viktor is capable of turning anything into treasure, "I never thought you'll be this pretty! I really like your eyes. And you're so soft to hug!"
"Th-thank you." He whispered in broken Russian, struggling to piece the streams of words from the silverette. He kind of wished he listened more when Minako was tutoring him the language in preparation of their permanent stay in Russia.
"Do you speak English?" Viktor asked, taking note of his struggle. He nodded in relief in the more familiar language. Seven year old Japanese Omegas like him shouldn't be subjected to the difficult language of Russia.
"I do!" He responded, "Minako-san taught me the languages she knows. She used to coach me in ballet in English so I ended up learning it."
"That's so cool!" Viktor gushed, his shoulder length hair swaying as he spoke, "I learnt English in such a boring way. Deda would sit me for hours to learn it. He's so dull. I wish I could have learnt English your way!"
Viktor was a bubbly Alpha—bubblier than most Yuuri knew, clingy at most. It was enough reassurance that Yuuri would never be left alone. For Yuuri, it dispelled the crunching fear of never having a friend in the foreign land. For Viktor, it was something entirely different.
And when it became apparent to everyone how much Viktor had taken a liking to Yuuri, it was inevitable for everything to follow suit.
Like jigsaw puzzles fitting together.
Only that, Yuuri wasn't the one fitting the pieces together.
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A week into knowing Viktor, a scary thing happened.
Georgi Popovich is Viktor's visiting cousin. He was as dramatic—if not more—as Viktor. Yuuri bemusedly wonder if being dramatic is in the genes of this family. It was a brief thought that accompanied him the moment Georgi opened the door to Viktor's room with a loud bang and an even louder sigh and a very loud exclamation of "My dear cousin, Viktor. It is I! Georgi Popovich, third heir to the Nikiforov Line."
"No Popovich has ever taken the position of Head Alpha from the main family, Georgi." Viktor was quick to retort, back still facing Georgi, as he continues to comb Yuuri's hair. Yuuri tries to see who had disturbed their playtime but Viktor was adamant of keeping him still between his thighs, sitting on the cushioned floor, and continuing their activity.
"You wound me, Viktor! This is a curse bestowed upon by the main family to the Popovich! A sleeping curse! A curse where we cannot rise against you. What evil!" Georgi rounded their spot and stopped his heavy monologue upon noticing Yuuri, "Oh. Good afternoon to you. I am Georgi Popovich. And you are?"
Yuuri felt Viktor tensed, glancing at him before looking back at Georgi, "Katsuki Yuuri. Please to meet you."
"You're such a polite boy. Are you an Omega?"
Georgi extended his hand to shake but before Yuuri could even reach the offered hand to shake, Viktor slapped Georgi's hand away with a resounding sound. Blue eyes glaring dangerously at Georgi.
"Do not touch my Omega." Viktor hisses, pupils dilated like a cat. Georgi stumbled backward while Yuuri stiffened at the bitter domineering scent coming from the bubbly Alpha.
"Vik—Viktor…" Georgi stuttered, "I was only introducing myself. It is etiquette after all."
Viktor only bared his teeth, sharp and malicious, deathly even, "Do not touch my Omega."
Viktor grabbed Yuuri by the shoulder tightly, making the Omega flinched, "Vi-Viktor. It hurts. It hurts. Viktor."
"Viktor, you're overreacting. Let the Omega go."
"It hurts."
"Viktor!"
"Vi-vitya! Let go!" Yuuri was suddenly pulled into a protective embrace, his words finally calming the enrage Alpha. Brown eyes peeked at Viktor and see him still glaring at Georgi.
"Get out." There wasn't any second demand after, Georgi was out the door as fast as he can. Only when Georgi's footsteps cannot be heard anymore did Viktor let Yuuri go.
Yuuri slid down to his knees, eyes looking up at Viktor, terrified.
"Yuuri, I'm sorry about that." Viktor called gently, hand reaching. He turned his cheek away, missing the stricken look of the Alpha.
"Wh-why did you…?" Viktor tried to ask, voice shaking pitifully, hands hovering over Yuuri.
"I… I should go." He got up to his feet, trembling.
"No."
"What?"
Viktor dragged him by the arm, "I said no."
"Vi-viktor. You're hurting me." Yuuri whimpered, "Please let go."
"No." Viktor was near delirious, eyes dilated, expression between panic and stubbornness, hand tightening on the arm he holds, "You're not going anywhere. You're staying here with me. You shouldn't go. Why would you? You're my Omega. You shouldn't leave your Alpha."
"Vik-viktor." Yuuri felt his heart painfully beat inside him, "Where are you taking me?"
Viktor dragged him to the attached room of his room—the place which Yuuri would later know was the equivalent of a nesting room for Alpha—a preparatory room for a rut when Viktor come of age.
It smelt of Viktor. Blue roses and sea breeze and an unfamiliar spice that is so uniquely Viktor.
Viktor pushed him to the bed.
"Viktor?" Yuuri is afraid, very afraid, near to tears.
"You're going to live here from now on." Viktor said, eyes still seeing something else entirely. Yuuri couldn't help but let a few stray down, overcome by fear, his instinct on alert and asking him to run.
The first sob comes—snapping Viktor from his train of thoughts. Viktor looked at him, horror coloring his eyes, suddenly pulling him again in an embrace that made him tremble even more.
The apologies came pouring but Yuuri can't hear them. He was stuck in a horror-stricken mindset, ready to faint from all the things that happened. The blackness consumed him as soon as he tires from crying.
When he came to, it was evening and his mother was beside him.
"Yuuri, I'm so glad you're okay." His mother worriedly fretted at him, he balls into himself, "What happened?"
"I… I don't want to play with Viktor anymore, Mommy." He said, remembering the incident.
"Why?" His mother looked confused, "Viktor was so nice. He brought you here all by himself and took care of you."
"He's scary, Mommy." He whispered, "He… he tried to… when I tried to leave… after Georgi… he tried to…"
"Oh, Yuuri," Hiroko sighed, pushing his bangs away from his eyes, "Don't be like that. Don't stop playing with Viktor just because he got angry. He explained to me what happened. Viktor looked apologetic, dear. He was crying as he brought you here. He doesn't want to lose you, Yuuri. Before you came, he doesn't want anything to do with anyone. Even if we are all here, he likely thinks you're all he has. Viktor… he's a lonely boy. You're his first friend and he thinks of you as someone important to him. He doesn't know how to share people who are important to him so he acted that way. Please don't stop being friends."
Yuuri clenches his eyes shut, feeling suddenly guilty at his refusal to be friends with Viktor anymore after hearing his mother's words.
He is a lonely boy.
Before you came, he doesn't want anything to do with anyone.
Even if we are all here, he likely thinks you're all he has.
"I'm sorry for saying things like that, Mommy." At seven, Yuuri understands what loneliness is. He was a shy boy who doesn't have many friends. Yuuko, although a friend, was an Alpha who couldn't always be with him. She's older and has things going on. Mari, his Alpha sister, refused to come to Russia, opting to finish middle school in Japan before uprooting her life from their hometown. He, on the other hand, is too young to have anything important to keep himself busy or make big decisions like his sister. He knows loneliness. It was a company he doesn't like to keep.
"Yuuri?" A quiet voice broke through the silence. Yuuri flinches at the voice but calms his heart enough to be able to look at the mournful look of the older boy. Yuuri's eyes watered at the fear pooling Viktor's eyes, the loneliness that is heavy and heart-wrenching. He sees the quiet plea of Viktor to be closer, sees the hesitance, sees the hopelessness.
He opens his arms to Viktor.
Viktor immediately run to him, eyes shining with tears, another set of apologies pouring out his lips. And this time, Yuuri heard.
Viktor was gentler with him afterwards.
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It doesn't mean though it would be the last time that Viktor would lash out at anyone who would try to touch Yuuri.
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"Yuuri." Viktor called from the car, waving at him as he got out of the large house. Yuuri beamed back at him, "What are you still doing here, Vitya? I thought you left already."
Viktor demanded to be called Vitya by him the morning after their fight those summer days ago. He says it calms him whenever he called his diminutive name.
"I was waiting for you, silly. It's your first day at class, right?" He nodded at the question and Viktor continues rapidly speaking, "Then I am going to accompany you! I don't want you to get lost or something."
"But Vitya, isn't your class starts at eight? It's already nine! I don't want you to get scolded." Yuuri panicked, running towards the car in hopes to lessen the tardiness of his friend even for just a few minute. Alphas in third grades have a special class created for them. It is an early education on their behaviour as Alpha—etiquette, discipline, and all things Alpha-related.
Omegas have their special class when they reach fourth grade—or so, Yuuri was briefed.
"It's okay, Yuuri!" Viktor was sporting the same kind of smile that always reassures Yuuri—the calming gentle heart shaped smile that Viktor seems so ready to give away. "I already told Deda about it. He looks ready to burst but that's normal. Deda always looks like he's ready to burst. It's kind of funny. But Grandma Lilia already took care of it."
"Oh, Vitya," Yuuri started, unsure, "I wouldn't get lost. I promise. Mommy and I had already gone there yesterday to familiarize it."
Viktor frowned, "You went there without me?"
"I… I didn't think you would want to."
Viktor opened the door of the car and pulled Yuuri in, sharply slamming the door behind the Omega. Yuuri surveyed the deepening frown of Viktor—so uncharacteristic for the bubbly Alpha to sport. It makes him look older. Like a beautiful prince with no heart.
It scares Yuuri to see such cold expression on a sunny face. It reminded him of that time.
"You should tell me where you are going next time, Yuuri." Viktor started carefully, sharply, "I don't want you getting ideas that I don't want to come along with you because I would go wherever if you ask me."
"Um…" Brown eyes met blue eyes hesitantly, searching for the semblance of warmth in them. It was faint at first but when he answered, the blues of Viktor melted with the warm gentleness Yuuri is so used to in the two months they knew each other, "I'm sorry about that, Vitya. I promise that I would always tell you when I'm going somewhere."
"That's so good to hear, Yuuri! It makes me very happy."
Yuuri smiled uncertainly.
Strange.
It almost felt like…
Yuuri shakes his head of his thoughts, appeasing Viktor even more when he takes his hand in his, kindly squeezing, "I'm glad you're happy."
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Later that evening, Yuuri confided to his mother of Viktor's strange behaviour. But Hiroko only assured him that Viktor was only upset at the thought that he was still uncomfortable around him.
"You're his only friend, Yu-chan." His mother reminded him, "Of course, he'll be upset with you not telling him where you would go. Alphas get protective over Omegas."
It wasn't until he was in high school he learnt that Alphas only get protective with their Omega. But that's a lesson for later—years later. One all too late to actually change anything.
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Yuuri doesn't mention to his mother that Viktor has taken the tendency to call him his Omega when they're alone.
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At eight, Yuuri finally met Viktor's parents.
It was a simple Sunday morning. Viktor has insisted on using his lap for a makeshift pillow because Yuuri was not in the mood for playing around and Viktor was devastated enough for Yuuri to feel guilty and offer to read a book with him. Viktor doesn't read though—he observes Yuuri in his position instead, much like a hawk watching but with more softness, more affection, more something young kids do not understand yet.
"Father and mother are going home today." The silence was broken with the words because Viktor never like the quiet—even if he had lived in solitude most of his young life. Yuuri paused at his reading, lowering the book to offer an expression, "Aren't you excited?"
"No." Viktor's lips dipped down, "Mother said I'm going to have a little brother. I don't want a little brother though."
"But Vitya, having a little brother is good. Being an only child can get pretty lonely."
"I have you! So I'll never get lonely." Viktor points out, Yuuri felt himself redden at the words but doesn't let it bother him much. Yuuri combs Viktor's ever growing hair gently, relaxing the pouting Alpha, "But it's different, Vitya. Siblings are there for you. They would always be by your side no matter what. And they would love you forever even if you get in trouble."
"But we are forever, Yuuri. I love you forever! And you do too, right? That's why I don't need a sibling for me to love and be love. You're all that matter to me."
Words woven beautifully—scaling into something beyond logic, creating promises and cementing future. Yuuri should have known better but he was young. He doesn't take Viktor's words seriously. They were just children. What is love anyway? What is Viktor's kind of love?
Surely, it was the friendship kind he felt.
"I love you too, Vitya." Yuuri has never seen such a beautiful smile in his life but Viktor made it seem simple to create a curve that happy.
The moment was shattered when they were both called by a maid, ushering Viktor to get dressed properly to greet his parents. But Viktor doesn't let his hand go so the maid is force to dress them both up.
Before Yuuri knew what was happening, the front door opens to reveal an older version of Viktor and a beautiful man with long blond hair carrying a bundle. Yuuri guessed it was the little brother.
"Vitya." The blond man called, Viktor beamed at him, running for a hug. "Mother!"
That man must be Katyusha then. Katyusha handed the baby quickly to catch his first son, spinning them around for good measure with a flourish that is so obviously genetic.
"I'm so glad to see you again, Vitya." Viktor's smile only widen at the words before hugging his father too.
"Is that my little brother?" Curiously, he peered at the sleeping bundle. The same golden crown of his mother immediately caught his attention. He wrinkles his nose at the appearance of it. He wanted golden hair too. He got silver instead.
"His name is Yuri."
"Yuri! Like my Yuuri?" Confusion washes over the two adults before Viktor dragged Yuuri forward and presented him so joyously to them. "This is my Yuuri, mother, father. Since my little brother's name is like my Yuuri, then I wouldn't mind having him around."
Yuuri blushed at the stares of Viktor's parents, eyes gazing shyly downwards.
Ivan let out a chuckle, "What a wonderful coincidence!"
"Will he be a Nikiforov?" Viktor asks as they walk to the dining hall, hands clutching Yuuri's. Katyusha's smile strained a little, knowing full well the implication of his son's words.
"No." He shook his head, "Yuri will be a Plisetsky."
"Like the brother of grandfather?" Katyusha nodded his head, humming softly to his newborn. Yuuri tilts his head, "Why is Yuri going to be a Plisetsky?"
Ivan smiled at the child, "It's a bothersome tradition of the main family. Yuri is an Omega that's why he'll be a Plisetsky. I was fighting my father to abandon such awful tradition but he insisted."
"When I become the Head Alpha of the family, all my children will be a Nikiforov regardless of their second gender!" Viktor declared chivalrously, innocently.
"That's so cool, Vitya!" Yuuri beamed.
"I'm glad you think so, Yuuri. I'm doing it for you!"
Yuuri smiled, flattered, "Thank you."
Ivan and Katyusha exchanged looks when they heard Viktor before looking at the two children, hands entwined, happily chatting away.
"You are the child of Hiroko and Toshiya, yes?" Ivan asked Yuuri. Yuuri nodded at the question, "I… I have been living here with them for more than four months now, Sir. Thank you for taking us under your wing."
"You are a very beautiful child." Katyusha complimented causing Yuuri to blush and for Viktor to take the chance to praise even more, "Isn't he, Mother? He is really smart too. He always reminds me to behave and is always there for me. His eyes are so pretty too. That's natural because he's my Yuuri, after all!"
"You like Yuuri, yes?" Viktor looked aghast at the question, "Like? Mother, I love him! Like this big!"
Viktor stretched his arms until he is straining, as if not satisfied to the length of his demonstration. "It's bigger than this but I can't seem to stretch anymore."
Yuuri tittered in grace, used to Viktor's strange antics.
"Hmmm." Ivan hummed in contemplation, "Yuuri, will you join us in eating dinner? Bring your parents too."
"Oh! But that would be too intrusive, Sir!" Yuuri fretted but Ivan shook his head, "It won't be. You're family, after all."
Yuuri blinked before bowing politely, "Thank you, Sir. It would be an honor."
Viktor's parents are so nice, Yuuri thinks, they think of their employees as family.
Dinner with the main family was pressuring, to say the least. Yuuri was seated next to Viktor who refused to let him sit anywhere else but beside him. To his left were his mother and father who are facing Viktor's grandparents. Viktor's father was at the head chair, Katyusha was to his left next to Viktor's maternal grandparents.
"Thank you for inviting us, Sir Ivan." Toshiya smiled, bowing in his seat, showing submission to the stronger Alpha. Ivan dismissed the bow, opting for a more lax atmosphere, "You don't have to do that, Toshiya. You're family."
Toshiya tilted his head, "Uh… what does that mean?"
Ivan slides his gaze towards the children, every adult following the motion. A sense of realization settled in everyone, staring at Viktor's happy demeanor.
"I want my son to be happy." Ivan said carefully, "And your son seems to do that."
"But they're too young to understand anything." Hiroko politely intervened, "Vicchan might become furious if he was suddenly tied down."
Katyusha has the look of the past when he spoke, "Vitya won't. When a Nikiforov sets their mind to something, they won't stop to get it."
"We understand." Toshiya spoke, glancing at his only Omega son, "But isn't it too soon to tell them?"
"Give the Omega at least until he was older." Yakov finally spoke, intimidating gaze falling on his son-in-law, Ivan smiled at him, "Like how your engagement was finally settled with my son when he was out of elementary, Ivan."
"Okay then." Ivan agreed, "Like before."
Viktor was intently listening, pleased at hearing the discourse.
Yuuri, on the other hand, was none the wiser.
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TBC… So I'mma just leave it here. I will update like I don't know. I'm a Senior and has thesis but eh. XD. Anyway, review!
Also this is for you. You know who you are, you. You had given me a yandere chance fic. So, well, I am obsessed with yanderes. XD
Also, I know Katyusha is a girl's name but eh.
Also, can anyone recommend a yandere!Victor fic? One that scares everyone but Yuuri remains blissfully oblivious until the end? Or even just yandere!Victor fics.