A/N: I'm going to throw some phrases at you. Tell me what comes to mind, ok? A cinnamon roll too pure and too precious for this world that can't hold his liquor to save his life turned actual sex god with one of the most INCREDIBLE glow-ups I've ever seen. A gorgeous Russian man that makes my ovaries explode and turned the cinnamon roll into a sinnamon roll. A smol angry tiger cub that I want to put in my pocket and snuggle wuggle until he gets even more pissed off and that makes him even more adorable. Singlehandedly saved the dumpster fire we call 2016 with the most pure and beautiful relationship. Alright. What could we be talking about? It's kind of obvious, don't you think? YURI ON ICE! YES PLEASE!
It's no surprise if you've stalked me on Tumblr since about the middle of November, I have a little teeny weeny obsession with Yuri On Ice. It's taken over my life. It's ruined me both emotionally and physically. Storytime! I was lying in bed one night and I was thinking about a baby Yuri curling up in bed with Victor and Victor loving him more like a son, instead of his boyfriend. *DISCLAIMER: I AM THE MOST MASSIVE VICTURI SHIPPER YOU WILL EVER MEET. I PINKY PROMISE YOU THAT.* But for the sake of my silly little brain, I thought I'd give that fic a try. And to be a little self-indulgent, because I am such a slut for Victor Nikiforov, I came up with this little dandy. This is probably basically a one-shot collection/toxic waste dump of my imagination. I'll decide that for myself at the end. And I've kind of come to think of both Yuri and Yurio as my children. They are my sons. And I love them. And I need to shut up so you can get what you came here for. Something to make the hangover of hiatus a little more tolerable.
THIS IS AN AU. I'm getting that off the table now. This is, in fact, an AU. Yuri and Yurio are just young children. They've been adopted by Victor and the MC. NOW, I'm going to shut up. Enjoy!
I loved nighttime in our house. The world turned off. The house was still. My husband's face glows in the moonlight that shined over St. Petersburg. And my boys slept so soundly. All three of them. Bedtime in the Nikiforov household was truly a magical thing.
"Mama! Daddy!" I woke up in a slight panic to the pitter patter of four tiny feet and two tiny bodies at the foot of the bed.
"Victor," I shook Sleeping Beauty, "Victor, wake up."
"But I'm sleeping," he whined.
"What is it, Yuri?" I rolled my eyes, not awake enough to deal with that diva.
"Yurio had a nightmare," Yuri held his little brother's hand.
"So did you!" Yurio pouted, throwing Yuri's hand.
"Alright, boys," I stopped them before they could start, "In the bed. Both of you."
"Ok," Yuri and Yurio scaled the end of our bed and crawled up toward Victor and me.
"Victor!" I yelled at him.
"What, Violet?" Victor growled. Always a bit cranky when I woke him up, "What do you want?"
"Our boys had a nightmare," I filled him in.
"Oh," he rubbed his eyes. That was the thing about when Victor got angry. It never lasted very long, "Ok. Come here, Yuri."
Yuri snuggled over to his father while Yurio came toward me. And all seemed calm and quiet again. Everything was fine. Until I looked over at the clock and realized it was four in the morning. Even worse, Yurio was still awake and shaken from his nightmare. I held him a little tighter. My baby didn't deserve that.
"Yurio?" I looked down at him, "What's the matter?"
He kept his mouth shut. I guess my poor little angel was having a hard time sleeping. I knew exactly what would fix that, "Come on, baby. We're going for a ride. Go get your jacket."
"Ok," I put him down on the floor. If he would've jumped down, he would've snapped his little legs. And a trip to the emergency room wasn't in the plans for tonight.
"Victor," I poked his cheek, "I'm taking the baby. I'll be back in a little while."
"Which baby?" he moaned into his pillow.
"Yurio," I gave a kiss to Yuri's forehead and one to Victor's.
"Mama," Yurio came back in with his shoes in his hand, "I'm ready."
"Alright, baby," I sat on the floor with him, put his shoes on, and the two of us were off. I'm sure Victor and Yuri would be fine without us for a bit.
I knew of one place in all of St. Petersburg that always got me to settle down, find my center, and bring me back down to Earth. Hopefully, it'll work for my little bean, too. Fortunately, Victor and I knew the guy that ran the place and he was kind enough to give us a key. Then again, when five-time gold medalist Victor Nikiforov needs a place to practice at any given time of the day, he's not going to say no.
"Mama," Yurio wondered, "What are we doing at an ice rink?"
"This is where I go when I can't sleep," I told, "Maybe it'll help you, too."
"You're a skater?" he gasped.
"At one time," I nodded, lacing my skates, "It's sort of how I met your dad."
"Victor's not my dad!" Yurio snapped, "Never will be."
"Listen," I sat him on my lap, "Am I your mama?"
"Yeah."
"And what's my last name?"
"Nikiforov."
"And that makes your last name Nikiforov, too," I pointed out, "And who else's last name is Nikiforov?"
"Victor," Yurio pouted.
"Then, that means Victor's your dad."
"Why doesn't he ever act like it then?" he growled, his hands balled up into fists, "He says he loves me, but any chance he gets, if there's an option between me or Yuri, he'll go with Porky every time."
My heart ached. Right from the get go, those boys knew they were adopted. They knew that they didn't share blood with either Victor or me, but that didn't make us any less of a family, "Victor has a different way of expressing his love."
"If it's by forgetting my existence entirely," he scoffed, "I was wrong. Yuri's not his favorite. I am."
"You're so worried about being Victor's favorite," I put things into perspective, "Think of it this way. Do you remember the day we began the process with you and Yuri?"
"What about it?" Yurio began to settle down a bit.
"When we went to pick which one of you we wanted," I explained, "Victor did pick Yuri."
"There's a surprise," he grumbled, "If this is supposed to be making me feel better, it's not working."
"I'm getting there," I poked his nose, "Victor might have picked Yuri, but sweetheart, I picked you. And I love you very much. And so does Victor, whether you choose to accept that or not."
"I love you, too, Mama," he curled up in my lap like an innocent little kitten. All Yurio wanted was Victor's love and approval. Was that too much for him to ask for?
"Now," I kissed his cheek, "I'm going to run a quick routine and we'll go home, ok?"
"Ok," Yurio sat and watched as I turned some music on. In the old days, video game music always did it for me. A soft acoustic guitar filled the room. When I was still skating competitively, this was one of my favorite routines. Three triples, an axel, a lutz, and a toe loop, a double salchow, and a quad flip. In this routine, I was the chosen one. I was a warrior. And I was going to save everyone. And land all my jumps perfectly. Good for me. Granted, I've been out of the game for a while, but I still got it.
"Well?" I asked, completely out of breath, "How'd I do?"
"Mama, that was beautiful," Yurio awed, "What was your routine about?"
"It's about a warrior born to dragons," I sat on the bench, "And how he fights through mobs and mobs of enemies to save the kingdom. It's about perseverance."
"Um…" he looked down at his feet, "Mama…?"
"What, Yuri?" I pulled him to my side.
And by the look in his eye, I might as well have electrocuted him, "You…You called me Yuri…"
"That is your name," I reminded him, "And it's just you and me."
"But…" Yurio quivered, "Victor never…"
"Victor's not here," I cut him off, "Remember? I think I just told you that it's only you and me here. Now, what is it you wanted?"
"I…" he couldn't even look me in the eye. But then all at once, the words blurted out of his mouth, "I want you to teach me your routine!"
"That routine?" I assumed, "I don't know, Yuri. It's kind of difficult. And you've never been on the ice a day in your life."
"Then, you'll teach me!" Yurio demanded, "I'll learn! I promise!"
Never have I ever seen such passion burn in that little boy's eyes. As much as I loved him, I didn't see Yurio as being a quick study. I've seen him trip over his own two feet and over thin air. Even going up the stairs once or twice. The step sequence alone was hard to master. And that was off the ice. Then again, maybe he could surprise me. He certainly had the drive for it. All I needed to see was if he had the talent.
"Alright, Yuri," I settled him, "In the morning, ok?"
"It is morning!" he snarled, going from my sweet little kitten to a full blown, feral tiger.
But that doesn't mean his mama doesn't know how to control him. I picked Yurio up and sat him on my hip, "You're also running on virtually no sleep. We need to get you home and in bed. We can come back tomorrow during normal operating hours."
"But I want to do it in private," Yurio softened, resting his head on my shoulder, "I don't want anyone else to see me until I'm ready."
"Ok," I cradled him against my chest, "Tomorrow night after closing. Is that alright with you?"
"Yeah," he let out a tiny yawn.
"Let's go home," I put him in the backseat of my car and not even two seconds went by before he was out like a light. One day, Yurio, you're going to be that warrior. You may even break some of Victor's records someday. That might be wishful thinking, but I've never seen you on the ice before. I just hope you don't end up hurting yourself too bad. Some bumps and bruises were to be expected. The first time Victor got me on ice, I twisted my ankle and ended up with a bruise on my thigh the size of a dessert plate. He'll be alright, though. I had faith in Yurio. I carried the sleepy boy into our house and put him back to bed. Sleep well, sweetheart.
For now, I had one thing on my mind. Coffee. I needed coffee. And I needed it now. If I go back to sleep now, I won't be able to sleep tonight. Fortunately, Yurio didn't have that problem. I could let him sleep for another six hours and he'd be fine. Thank God for the massive coffee pot in our kitchen. Or, should I say, thank you, Victor.
"Good morning," he chimed, perfectly well rested, "You look awful, Vi. You ok?"
"Thanks, asshole," I gave him a shove, "Do you not remember last night?"
"I remember waking up this morning with Yuri in your spot," Victor said, "Where were you?"
"I took Yurio for a drive," I loved that Victor could be so scatterbrained, "He couldn't sleep."
"Where'd you go?" he reached up into the cabinet and got me a coffee cup. Bless him, "The rink, I'm guessing."
"Yeah," I grabbed a pen off the counter and stirred my creamer in, "You're not going to believe this, but I was doing one of my old routines."
"How'd you do?"
"Like riding a bike," I took my first, long, heavy drink of the nectar of the sleep deprived gods, "That's not the unbelievable part."
"Do tell."
"Yurio wants me to teach it to him," I chuckled a bit, "He wants to learn to skate."
"That's funny," Victor giggled, "Yuri told me the same thing."
A/N: And we have our first chapter. For those of you that know what the song could possibly be, you get a high five and I'm taking guesses. If you get it right, you get a virtual cookie. Now, this is going to be a continuous story with some of our other beloved characters coming into the picture soon enough. Notice the lack of a certain four-legged baby in this story. We'll see just about everyone eventually. Don't worry. Also, for those of you that are going to bitch at me for having Victor married to a woman, shut up. Because that's going to be explained a little later. Spoilers and such. See you next chapter! xx