AN:

This story of Simone Biles's journey to the Olympics and images of YuriXVictor as parents inspired this tale

Notes:

*1. Victor and Yuuri sought help from a local therapist to figure out how what kind of trama and emotional scars Tekla suffered from.

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-Chapter Ten-

(Her Newest Hobby)

Victor ended up supporting Tekla's newest hobby, remembering what the *therapist said about needing to be there for her. By taking her to a local markets and allowing her to buy supplies to scrap book. First album she made under Victor's supervision was about the first days she and Yuki was adopted. Colored paper and fabrics cut out in all forms with glitter glue every where. Words written in gel ink from tip of pens that weren't felt tip or calm in shades of pink.

"Say cheese!" Victor took another picture of her to post to his Twitter account.

Yuuri and the dogs were nowhere to be found, to stop Victor from posting pictures of Tekla every hour. Either it was her holding a pair of scissors to cut out a shape from paper or using a descriptive hole pouchs.

"There is not anything special about what she's doing." Yurio couldn't understand why Victor was hovering and gushing.

"Not brothersome." She sings.

She then places the completely done album to the side to dry while she had a mess to clean up. Scraps and paper cut outs were all over the table among streamers, stamps, and festive stickers. Markers that were uncapped and colored pencils were spread along the cut outs and scraps.

"She persevering a memory." Victor was on the verge of tears.

"More like capturing a nightmare." Yurio stared at her first scrap book.

"I am willing to make one for you and your boyfriend." She offered the staring Yurio.

As she cleaned up her mess, Yurio threw a fit that he and Otabek were not romantically linked like media said. Which Tekla ignored as Victor helped her turn the dining room table back to its neat state. Trash and recyclable material bin were used while tools were put away in a pick art box. Actual product made from a collection of photos she printed out and gathered over the last few months. Would be handed to Victor by Tekla, who knew he had plans to show everyone the next day.

"Be careful and don't ruin it!" She clearly warns her father.

That she tried to resist the heart shape smile and large dough eyes upon being handed the scrap book. That Victor took carefully and would find a place to seat away from Yurio and Tekla to admire the piece.

"You know what you did?" Yurio asked Tekla.

"And?" She asked in return.

The two ended up staring at the other like that always done since Yurio started up the odd contest of dormancy. Each time Tekla would leer at him no matter they were with a blank expression to match his scowl. Many have tried to separate the two of them when their eyes connected across a space. To only fell by worsening Yurio's mood or witnessing Tekla act like a mini-version of selfish Victor. Ended with Victor or Yuuri's recording their staring contect to the point it was daily activity.

Longest record to this day was 9 minutes and 22 seconds over who was getting the last piece eggroll

"My offer to make one for you and Otabek still stands…" She tilts her head to the side.

Yurio would have said no if a familiar ring tone didn't have Yurio rushing off before be shouted no at her. She in turn would turn attention to her own phone and answer a text message from Otabek. Telling him she was going to need a few days to sort through the pictures he sent to her. For her a quick hello before he signed off and would be on the phone with Yurio for half an hour.

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(His New Career)

"House of Smirnov?" Yuki repeated Zinoviy plan to him. "This has to do with your interest in moving to Japan?"

"Tokyo is one of the fashion capitals of 21st century and you are into figure skating." Zinoviy counters.

Up went Yuki's eyebrows at the thought of Zinoviy changing his business and place of residence to Tokyo. To only sigh when he pulled off the blazer that he was trying on for Zinoviy as a final fit. He would found up and lay on hand back to Zinoviy as he checked the time on A near by clock.

"I should be getting to practice." Yuki notices the time. "Dad wants me to start taking this serious."

"He just wants the best for you." Zinoviy folds the blazer and puts it aside. "I would with my own son."

"You make it sound like I am dating you as a father complex." Yuki was creeped out. "I got to go!"

Yuki was on his feet and out of the room before Zinoviy could apologize for the misunderstanding to him. Led to the elder taking hold of his walking stick and heading to main lobby of his shop. Where he undoes his already loosening hair bond by a elastic band and about to remove his sweater.

"Clothes on and put your self together since we both know I'm not going alone to tell me dads." Yuki stood there staring at him.

"Really?" Zinoviy leans forward on his cane.

Zinoviy had to promise on a dinner out to Zinoviy's favorite restaurant when his practice was over. No fast-food or visiting a café for a quick snack when they would return back to the shop for the time being. Wanting to discus that would the muse behind the new clothing line Zinoviy has planned. Making Yuki and his sister the faces of his new fashion house and even the lines he would make.

"Give me a moment to get ready." Zinoviy didn't see him self worthy to go out.

"You look fine." Yuki just wanted to go.

"Coming from someone that stirred my heart." Zinoviy tried to sound romantic.

"…and your talent." Yuki preferred Zinoviy's nickname for him.

Muse was one of many pet names that Zinoviy started calling Yuki as he got into designing clothes. Stating once that Zinoviy's spirit and path to figure skating what sparked his creative drive. Out came these wonderful pages of clothes in countless sketch books made with pencil and ink. All colored in paints, markers and pencils that would mimic the texture of fabrics in storage.

"My dads are still not going to take this will." Yuki repeated his comment.

"I can charm a snake's skin off." Zinoviy smirked. "Will they also like to hear how you are aspiring model?"

"You wouldn't?" Yuki would Zinoviy not to happy.

Ever since his parents came out as a couple, they have been in all kinds of advertisements around the world. Ranged from formal clothes they had to model out for full body photoshoots. To sampling all kinds of food while in stylist clothes that would wear on everyday outings. Sometimes they would appear in cosmetic or other apparel ads one could recognize them.

"I would only model for you." Yuki whispered for only Zinoviy to hear. "Would stop, if you left this Earthly plane."

Zinoviy was so touched by Yuki's heart felt confession he wouldn't let him leave without some form of intimacy. In the form of a quick sexual act on the sofa of his living room with Yuki on top of him. Raw passion of skin on skin contact that shared was just as thrilling as their first time together. Hushed kisses upon barely moist lips came together while hands belonging to the elder rested on Yuki's hips. Softest of moans coming from contented filled Yuki's lips riding out Zinoviy rough bucking. Angle to get deeper and hit that one spot within Yuki that made one of Zinoviy's favorite noises (about Yuki).

All trying to be quiet and not wake Zinoviy's son at this time of the morning before the children would leave his grandparents

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(How She Stays Flexible)

Yuuri finally figured out how Tekla kept her self so limber and flexiable one evening when he came back to Victor's Apartment. He walked in after struggling to get his keys out of his bag to open the front door. What he found before the TV's screen in sailor moon stiletto yoga pants with a sleeveless T saying 'I am to Magical for your BS'. Her hair twisted and braided into a complex braid-bun combo. Posing on a yoga mat, that matched her freshly painted nails with French tips. A barefooted Tekla doing the advance version of the downward dog pose to a Yuuri's latest Freeskate program song.

He wasn't in the mood to stare at her perfectly tone toned rear perked up in the air for pictures to be taken. He dropped the bag filled with his skate gear and walked up to Ipod speakers on coffee table. About to pause the song by tapping the screen or lower the volume down a notch. If Tekla didn't flip over to a side wards split and watch him red handed a meer inch from her Ipod set up.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Both asked the other.

Tekla ended up quieting down when rhythmic thumping and Victor's name called out in the loudest way. Followed by an headboard being banged into on a repeated basis and Yuuri having his name screamed. Not like either one wanted touch the trial of clothing leading from front door to bedroom door. Neither Yurio nor Tekla were approaching that door to knock and ask them to be quiet.

"Not my night." Yurio crushed on the sofa with his hand tuckered in his pants' pocket.

"Call your boyfriend and see if he's in town." Tekla suggested.

"He's not my boyfriend." Yurio corrected her.

She ended up dropping onto her back to reach her phone next to the turned off TV screen still in split position. As she dialed her brother's number with one hand with her focus split in two. She would tuck and roll forward off the mat into a sitting a position in one fluid movement. Placing the phone to her ear to hear a clear ringing and a voice when called was accepted. Usual question about Victor and Yuuri going at it like bunnies during mating season was asked.

"Want to come along?" She looked to Yurio. "He says you can come and not suffer."

"Really? No string attached." He would asked her.

She ended up placing the phone on the coffee table on speaker allowing Yurio to talk to Yuki on the other end.