Chapter 1
Gotta adopt em alll
Yuri Plisetsky groaned softly and dropped his head onto the crook of his arm.
He was sitting on a stool, half draped over the kitchen counter, staring at the blank form he's been holding for the last hour. It wasn't a particularly difficult task, for anyone else that is. All Yuri had to do was choose an organization to support, that's it, he literally just had to choose one. But, of course, it was a task that had gotten the better of him.
The other skaters had no problems, Viktor chose not one, but several orphanages, which he still sponsors even after retirement. Yuuri chose AjA and Otabek, of course, chose ECF, wanting nothing more than to give back to his home country as much as he could. Yuri on the other hand, had no idea what he wanted to support. He's only ever skated for himself, and he preferred it that way.
Up until recently, when during a press conference, a reporter asked him which charity he had chosen for the upcoming season, leaving Yuri feeling like the world's biggest dick for not picking one. Through his entire skating career, Yakov had always chosen the charity, which meant that all Yuri had to do was smile for a few pictures and make a few well-rehearsed statements, easy enough for the prickly teen.
But before he knew it, he wasn't a teenager anymore and Yakov had retired, leaving him in the care of Viktor, who insisted that it was time for Yuri to support a cause he actually believed in, not just for the sake of good publicity.
That was almost three weeks ago.
Muttering a string of his favorite curse words, he let the paper slip through his fingers and watched as it fluttered slowly to the granite table top. Letting out another impossibly loud groan, he pushed off the table and stood up, feeling his legs sting a bit from sitting too long. Stretching, he walked back to the living room, finding Otabek sprawled on the couch, completely immersed in some old book. Who even read paperbacks anymore? Yuri thought, rolling his eyes. Whenever he suggested that Otabek just got himself a damn kindle, Beka would completely shoot down the idea, "It's not the same looking at the words through a screen, Yura" he'd argue, or "I like the smell of the books and the feel of the paper in between my fingers"
"Beeeekkkaaaaaaa" Yuri whined, sounding very much like a six year old, instead of the twenty two year old that he actually was. Without looking up from his book, Otabek lifted his arm up and moved a little further back into the worn out couch. Accepting the invitation, Yuri snuggled in as closely as he could manage. Yuri nuzzled his face into Otabek's chest and sighed softly, instantly relaxed by the familiar smell of his boyfriend.
"Still no luck, huh?" Otabek asked, his words muffled by Yuri's head as he kissed the younger man's crown. Yuri shook his head, "I don't know what I wanna support Beka, I can't even decide what I want for dinner, much less what charity I wanna get involved in."
Otabek chuckled softly and sighed, "I know Yura, I know. You still have a couple weeks before the season starts so it's okay for now kotehok." Yuri rolled his eyes at the nickname, "I'm the ice tiger, not a kitten!" he snarled, his voice lacking any malice.
"Is that so?" Otabek laughed, a thick, warm sound that melted Yuri's heart every damn. "Damn straight it is!" Yuri said, yanking the book out of Otabek's hand and dangling it as far out as he could reach, using his height to his advantage. Over the years Yuri sprung up, growing in both height and muscle, but still maintaining his lean, flexible body. After the second growth spurt, he was officially shorter than Otabek by a mere five centimeters.
Otabek's eyes widened as he made a grab for the book, coming up short, "Yura, I swear to God if you-" with a mocking grin, Yuri closed the book, losing Otabek's page in the process.
One moment Yuri was smirking at the horrified Otabek, and the next he was flat on his back with Otabek hovering over him, pining his arms over his head and jamming both the Russian's legs between his, "You're a little shit, you know that Yura?" Otabek asked, playfully smiling down at him. "I know, but," Yuri moved his head up as much as he could and lightly brushed his lips against Otabek's, "I'm your little shit." He finished, smiling lovingly against Otabek's lips.
With a smile, Otabek gently bit Yuri's lip, feeling satisfied with himself when he heard his partner let out a soft moan, "Damn right you are, Kotehok." Letting go of Yuri, he stood up and picked his book off the floor, ignoring the soft protests from the other man. "You tease." Yuri said, sounding like a kid who was denied ice cream, Otabek simply shrugged, "That was for my book."
"Speaking of kittens," Otabek said, looking back at Yuri, "What do you say we go visit the shelter and see if there's a fluff ball you like?" Otabek chuckled at the way Yuri's whole face lit up, his green eyes swirling with excitement, they've been discussing getting a little companion for a while now, nothing ever serious though, just fleeting comments and jokes, but Otabek figured that it was time for them to actually get a move on, now or never or whatever people said these days, "YESSSSS!" Yuri all but screamed, bolting up and running to the room to grab his shoes. "Don't forget your jacket!" Otabek yelled after him, shaking his head slowly but smiling none the less.
Yuri and Otabek walked into the SPCA and looked around, it looked old and run down, a few broken tiles, dusty and stained chairs, the colour faded from time, a few pamphlets dropped carelessly over two chipped wooden tables and old, faded and peeling posters plastered on the reception counters. Yuri couldn't help but scowl at the room that served as the waiting room for the animal hospital as well. It was currently empty save for the older lady sitting behind the reception desk, sorting through what looked like a mountain of paperwork.
Otabek walked to the reception desk and began speaking to the lady in his low, formal attire while Yuri wandered around the room, sorting through the pamphlets, all talking about either pet care or the responsibility of it. With a frown he walked over to the window that had what looked like a relatively new sign stuck on it, "All animals found have a month to be either claimed or adopted" Yuri's eyes widened, as the realization of what would happen to them after a month, dawned on him. He swallowed thickly around the lump that formed in his throat, it had to have been a mistake, right? They wouldn't just…
"Yura!" Otabek's voice cut through his thoughts and he turned towards the Kazakh, doing his best to hide his emotion, "Beka?" he replied walking up to him and tucking himself closely into his boyfriend's side. Otabek frowned and wrapped his arm tightly around Yuri, sensing something is wrong but knowing better then to ask while the receptionist was there. If anything, Yuri was proud, and would never voice his troubles to anyone except a very select few, and that too when he was forced. "We can go to the kennels now and see if there's anyone you like, okay?" Otabek told him, his voice careful and warm, Yuri only nodded.
Following the directions given by the receptionist, they quickly found the kennels which were several fairly large cages, each containing dogs and cats of different ages and breeds. As soon as they entered the cat section, they were greeted with a large amount of soft and, according to Yuri, sad meows.
Yuri ran to the first cage, there was a tiny black kitten sitting next to a larger grey one, both meowing and rubbing themselves against the cage, desperate for attention. Dropping to his knees, Yuri stuck his finger through one of the holes in the cage and felt his heart shatter when they both rubbed against it, suddenly purring loudly. Otabek crouched behind Yuri and watched quietly, a small smile forming on his lips and he watched his boyfriend.
Yuri slowly stood up, his lips trembling and hands clenched into fists at his side. He walked to the next cage, and the one after that, stopping at each to give the kittens and cats as much time as he could. By the time he was at the last cage, he was all but sobbing.
Otabek pulled him into a tight hug and kissed Yuri's forehead, "B-B-B-Beka," Yuri sobbed, "They're g-gonna…they're gonna ki-" the Russian dissolved into hard sobs again, clutching Otabek's shirt like a life line. Otabek held him tighter, not needing him to finish the sentence to understand what he meant. "I-I can't ch-choose one…I want them all." Otabek cringed, "Yura…"
Yuri sniffed, feeling completely and utterly defeated, "Let's go home…" Otabek shook his head, "Yura, helping one of them is better than helping none." Yuri looked at Otabek for a second, a scowl on his face as he thought, "You're right, of course" he mumbled, stepping out of their embrace and walking over to the first cage, the grey cat meowed and pawed at the cage as the black kitten snuggled into its side, Yuri smiled, "We can't separate those two huh?" he sighed. He'd always wanted a black cat, nothing was more badass than that in his opinion, but looking at how close the two cats were, he couldn't bare to pull them apart. "Well, what if we didn't separate them?" Otabek asked, wrapping his arms around Yuri's torso, "We won't. Let's look at the others a little more, rather." Otabek rolled his eyes, his boyfriend sucked at taking hints, that's why they started dating an entire four years since they met, no matter how much Otabek flirted and played the boyfriend roll, "No Yura, why don't we adopt them both?" he asked.
Yuri's eyes widened, "But, but, are you serious?" he gasped. Otabek tilted his head and shrugged, "I don't see why not, they'll keep each other company while we're at the rink, and besides, the grey one has been giving me the sad eyes since we got here." Yuri threw his hands around his boyfriend's neck and mumbled a grateful "You're literally the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me."
Beka squeezed Yuri in the hug and let go, "Let's go fill in all the paperwork."
Almost an hour later, both kittens were snuggled into the leopard print carrier that they had just bought, and were ready to go. "You called Viktor and Yuuri?" Otabek asked, finishing the last bit of paperwork. Yuri nodded, "Yeah, they should be here now now" Yuri responded, looking over a tin can that was on the reception desk. The can had a paper stuck over, a picture of a sad looking kitten that had in bold above its head "Donate and save a life. All contributions go towards bettering the lives of the animals staying with us as well as helping fund the medical and rescue teams." Digging through his pockets and pulling out his wallet, Yuri tossed the biggest note he had in the can, wishing he could do so much more.
Hang on…
"Oii Lady, that sign over there, why only a month?" or at all, he wanted to ask, but knew it couldn't be helped. The receptionist gave him a heart breaking look, "Well you see, we don't have enough funds at the moment to feed or care for them all." She answered. "So if you had the funds?" Yuri demanded, not bothered about his tone. "Well then the time limit would increase, or even disappear completely, but at the rate it's going…" She sighed, looking around the deserted room.
"Beka!" Yuri exclaimed, visibly excited, "I know what I wanna support!" Otabek finally finished, making the adoption of Sur and Temnota official, and looked up, "Hmm?" he asked. "I choose the SPCA!" Yuri said, beaming proudly. Otabek's eyes widened before a huge grin spread across his face, "Yura, that's perfect." He said, hugging his partner.
While the two waited for Yuuri and Viktor, who would drive Yuri and the cats home while Otabek followed on his bike, Yuri snapped a quick picture of Otabek carrying Sur, while he carried Temnota, snuggling the black kitten against his face. Satisfied with the picture, he wasted no time in uploading it on Instagram, with the caption, "Finally found my organization! Otabek-Altin looks like we're officially a full family #SPCA #SurAndTemnota #YesWeEachNamedOne #YuriPlistetskySupportsTheSPCA #AdoptDontShop !"
Author's Note:
Hey guys, I'm really feeling this fic.
I'll upload a chapter a week, or do my best to.
This is gonna have a loot of fluff and feels, even a bit of smut if I get brave enough.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!