Feathers; A Yuri on ice fan fiction

Alternate universe where all the yoi characters live in the same city and all have their own daily life, job and struggles. Magic is also ever present since everyone either is a mythical beast or has inherited a magical power of sort from birth. Some have learned to control their power and some haven't. A slice of life fanfic with a lot of floof and some comedy.(Mostly Victuuri)

Chapter 1: Morning-feathers.
The first wisps of the light from the sunrise found its way all over the capital city. It woke the whole city up with its warm light. The bright sunlight squeezed itself through the gap of two curtains which hung on a window in a spacious bedroom. It finally settled upon shining right in the face of a figure that slept on the big luxurious bed.

The figure was that of a stunning man in his thirties. He had short silver hair with an undercut. He stirred in his sleep, wrinkled his nose in annoyance, closed his eyes harder and tried to continue to sleep. He sighed deep and turned around so that he wouldn't be blinded by the light. The man's eyes opened and revealed sky blue sparkling orbs. "Okay I give up, I am awake!" He said to no one in particular while he yawned.

He sat up on the bed and glanced at the alarm clock which stood on the night stand beside the bed: 05:00; was the time. Another yawn escaped his lips. The silver haired man rose from the bed and went to the window to pull away the curtains. He stretched his body as much as he could. Out from his muscular back right were his shoulder blades were grew a pair of sparkling white wings. The man flapped the wings twice which caused downy feathers to fall down on the floor. "How I've missed to have downy feathers fall around me everywhere I go" He muttered but shrugged it off.

The man went downstairs to get some coffee and breakfast. It wasn't hard what to pick for breakfast. He just picked two sandwiches and put some butter and cheese on them. When the coffee was ready he poured it in a cup and put it on the table. He looked thoroughly at the things on the table. "Hmm did I forget something?" He thought out loud to himself and stood still for a while. "Oh yeah now I remember! The newspaper can't have breakfast without the newspaper!"

You see, the man had a condition. Not a sickness, more of a character flaw if you'd like a serious one at that: It was that he very easily forgot things. So he felt good that he remembered the newspaper and he complimented himself for it.

The air was refreshingly cold outside but not too cold. Still his sensitive wings closed in on him and almost encased him like a cocoon. They tried to keep him warm when he in fact liked the temperature as it was. He sighed. The man hurried to the mailbox that was right by the gate.

A Japanese younger man with black hair and brown eyes came jogging on the other side by the gate. The black haired man stopped jogging forward and started jogging in one place. He waved happily towards the be-winged man that was about to open the mailbox and get the newspaper. On the mailbox was his surname: Nikiforov written with golden swirly letters.

"Good morning Viktor!" Chirped the Japanese man and smiled very cute. Viktor, the be-winged man caught himself with staring at the other. He cleared his throat. "Good morning Yuuri!" He smiled a hearty smile and waved back.
"I see your wings are living their own life as usual"
Viktor laughed. "Yeah they are, It is not like it's that cold!" He pushed away a wing that had gotten too close to his face so he nearly couldn't see Yuuri. The Japanese man looked sympathetically at the wings.
"Still they're very cool and beautiful." Yuuri blurted out, not able to stop himself.

Viktor looked surprised at Yuuri. "You think so?"
The blackhaired man must've realized what he said because he suddenly got beet-red in the face. "I gotta run or I'll be late, Bye Viktor see ya!" He waved good bye and ran away leaving Viktor in stunned silence.

Viktor nearly forgot to wave back but he did, albeit a little too late. "Bye Yuuri!" but the other was pretty far away so there's no way he could've heard that. When the silver haired man turned around to walk back to his house he snickered to himself. "My wings are beautiful eh?" He couldn't see it. To him they were just a nuisance. What was he supposed to do with a pair of useless wings he couldn't even fly with? What was he doing wrong?

He concentrated hard on the muscles in his back and let the wings retreat back under his skin to let them rest. At least that was something good he could do with them and that he was grateful for. Viktor went inside to finish his breakfast. He had one thought and one single sentence going on repeat inside his mind: Still, Your wings are very cool and beautiful. His genuine smile never faded under that whole morning.

A/N
Hiiii everyone this is Chibi in a teapot I hope you liked my first chapter of my first fanfic!
If you did like it make sure to follow me and all that. I'll upload as often as I can
but see you for now! *jumps into my teapot and puts the lid on* /Tea