There's a Mental re-write coming up soon. I plan to replace each of the three chapters with the newly written ones. Until then, I will be having two versions of this "The Way You Say "I Love You"" up, one for Yuri! On Ice/ Victuuri and one for Haikyuu!/ Oikage. It's a 35 prompt challenge and each chapter will not relate to the previous one.
Fandom: Yuri! On Ice
Pairing: Victuuri
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but I am waiting for the rings to come. Make my proud dads official!
Warnings: Gay dads and angry adopted son
The Way You Say "I Love You"
Ch 1: As a Hello
"How much longer are you going to be moping, Pork Cutlet Bowl?" Yurio spat as he landed a triple Salchow. He was working through a warm-up routine while the other Yuuri lifelessly scooted in a circle around the ice. God, watching that fat pig slink on the ice is pissing him off!
He couldn't take it any more, he grabbed Yuuri by the collar and dragged him off the ice. He threw him on a bench and slapped him. Yuuri only stared at him in shock.
"Why the hell are you even here if you're not going to skate, pig?! Just because Viktor isn't here doesn't mean you can act like a child! Go cry in the bathroom again for all I care, just don't take up space on my ice!" With that, Yurio spun around to angrily go back to his jumps while Yuuri simply stared at him. The routine Yurio was doing was what Viktor had shown him.
Yuuri missed Viktor so much.
He couldn't help but place his head in his hands and cry. He missed Viktor so much. The tears just kept coming and coming, flowing down his face. His chest hurt to breathe and his heart was ripping in two.
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DAMN PORK CUTLET BOWL AND LOOK IN FRONT OF YOU!" He hear Yurio scream and the scratch of ice as he landed another jump. He looked up to see a flash of silver as arms quickly wrapped around him. Full body weight forced him off the bench, and Viktors weight was crushing, yet, the weight was so comfortable.
"Viktor! You're back already?!" Yuuri ran his hands through those silver locks he loved so much.
"Yuuri, I love you," he leaned down and gently placed his lips over his younger lover's. "I just couldn't wait to see you again. I had to come back," He kissed Yuuri's lips and his cheeks, his neck and ears, his forehead, everywhere he could possibly reach.
"Viktor. Viktor. Viktor, I love you, too," was all he could mumble with tears dripping down his face, but this time, they were happy.
"GET A ROOM YOU FAT PIGS! LET ME SKATE IN PEACE!"