AN:
This story of Simone Biles's journey to the Olympics and images of YuriXVictor as parents inspired this tale
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-Chapter Eleven-
(Be Our Spokes Person)
Tekla was openly yawning as she tried to fight back a bout of tiredness that started to plague her form. She stretchs her arms over her head and while leaning over to the nearest shoulder to lean on. Which was a shoulder belonging to one of her parents; both were busy looking through countless slides. Each was a small picture version of Tekla on her skates and playing with their dogs. Makkachin was on her right wearing pink color and Meiryard wearing a blue color on her left. Each picture portrayed her happily interacting and skating around her home rink. Sometimes she was hugging both dogs or posing with them with spot light on her in some. Others she and dogs off the ice doing everyday interactions about the barriers of the rink after she took her skates off.
"This one, this one, and this one." Victor added to small pile separate stack.
"You stuck to her guidelines of both dogs having to be the picture and she has a heart shaped smile." Yuuri had to remind Victor.
All Victor could do was nod since he was to speechless at the range of pictures of Tekla and the dogs. He knew he seen her everyday giving equal amounts of love to Makkachin and Meiryard. Way she would sit on the floor before the sofa with them on either side of her watching TV. Late night or early morning walks she would go on with them when he or Yuuri got busy with skating. Feeding them a special diet set down on the vet for them in their pink and blue food bowls. Trying to bath one after the other once a week with help from Yuuri or Victor on the terrace.
"He's crying again?" Tekla asked yawning again.
"Give him a moment." Yuuri assures her.
"Hmmm…." Tekla tried to borrow her head further against Yuuri's arm.
Yuuri ended up lifting one of his arms so she would be allowed to cuddle up to him while slowly falling sleep. Yuuri wouldn't try to straighten her out as he ended up adjusting his chair and him self. To make her more comfortable within his embrace with as his empression softens toward her.
"Say Cheese!" Victor captured the moment on his phone.
He fought back his tears when he posted the image to his Twitter with a hashtag two of his precious treasures. To only stop before he could press the send button when his tears over became too much for him. Down went his phone as he tried to wipe away each and every one of those tears. Over whelming emotion of fatherhood was bubbling up so much in him that all they could do was spill out. Memories of when Tekla was a recluse, which only showed a spark for skating on a frozen lake. Images of her failed jumped and way she landed butt first in a worn sweater to big for her. Wearing skates that had dull blades and laces were starting to fray at the ends of the laces. Thread barren gloves and scarf barely kept her thin frame warm from chilly air. Turned into a amateur skater with two gold medals and become a social butterfly over night with his guidance.
"Would do this again?" Yuuri asked Victor as if he was reading his mind.
"Yes!" Victor shouts look. "Even if she and Yuki were left on her door step as babies."
Victor sprung up form his seat on opposite end of the table and ran around the table to Yuuri and Tekla. Not listening to Yuuri's warning him that a grumpy Tekla was equal to a fussy or a angry Yuuri. Since Victor ended up wedging him self between Tekla and Yuuri with arms wrapping around her. Squeezing his hardest as she ended up snuggling into his arms and resting her head on his chest.
"She's sleeping with us." Victor wasn't letting her go tonight.
"Victor! She's not Yurio!" Yuuri tried to take sense into him.
"My sparkling Platinum hair and your Mid-Night Black eyes." Victor describes some of her features. "She's one of her our babies!"
Yuuri ended up caving into having Tekla sleeping between them that night if only Victor wore clothes. He had to remind Victor what the therapist said about not traumatizing her any further. Which resulted in Victor wearing his usual black thong to bed as he and Yuuri placed her between them.
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(I Blame You!)
Yuki couldn't believe how he found his sister one morning, when he met her for breakfast at a local cafe. Instead of her usual outfit with a Sailor Moon inspired accessories on her person. She was dressed as the female version of Yurio without cat related piece of clothing or accessories. A Pink and blue streak of color in her braided ponytail of hair, that was tuckered under a beanie. Black long sleeve shirt with Sailor Moon inspired print under a waist length leather jacket. High waist leather, mini skirt that was flare at the edges with thigh length stocking of a black coloring. Fingerless gloves that covered only her hands made of leather and her usual designer bag. Her nails were French tips with black nail polish as she wore nude eye shade and lip stain. Choker and stub ear rings that came in pink skulls had her brother blinking as her looked her at.
"He's dead." He was ready to end Yurio's life.
"Really?" She would come to ask her brother. "You're thinking he corrupted me?"
"Remember when he skated with Otabek to 'Welcome to the Madness'?" Yuki looked away from her.
"Actually… " She corrected her brother. "I have been planning to THIS way before that."
The two spent the better part of hour talking about her change of fashion before going in to eat anything. Ready to ask for the table if Zinoviy didn't wave to them from a already set up table across the way. To that table they would go with Zinoviy complimenting Tekla's newest sense of fashion. Which she accepted before taking the nearest seat closest to him as her brother objected.
"We have been over this." Zinoviy reminds Yuki about needing to accept change.
"Try me." Yuki wasn't going to accept this about his sister.
"I want me to tell your sister what how we christen the new …." Yuki had to stuff a whole bun in Zinoviy's mouth before he could finish.
Tekla was left laughing at almost discovering how her brother and future brother in law spent their evening. Memory was of moonlight filled rooms and soft music being played on the on the stereo system. Each part of Zinoviy's new shop and home had a piece of clothing some where in it.
"Do tell." She wanted to hear.
"Really?" Yuki asked his sister.
Zinoviy was busy slowly chewing the bun awaiting the permission to tell Tekla how he had his brother scream. Watching the two of them interact after so log was a refreshing view for him as he held back a smile.
"It's nothing like our parents." Yuki warns her.
"So you're not the screamer?" She asked looking to Zinoviy.
"Not helping." Yuki stares at her.
"So you are a screamer." She corrects her self.
Zinoviy couldn't help but choker on the mouthfuls of bun at Tekla's statement about Yuki being loud in bed. Something he knew from experience of bedding the youth on a repeated basis when alone with him.
"God! You were never like this before Yurio." Yuki gave up on talking with her.
"I told you he had nothing to do with me wanting to change." She rolled her eyes at him.
"You don't have I a punk themed skate routine already planned out?" He asked knowing her.
When she grew quiet after being accused of such a notion told her brother all he needed to know. Only fuled his new desire to bear Yurio for influencing his sister ad her innocence in a short time. Finding what he could beat him was going to be a challenge from the start.
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(Just Talk)
Riesgraf would once more pop into Tekla's life, by showing up at the rink with his Manny/body guard. This time around the two weren't alone since a third person is sitting on top of the stands watching. His tall stature and accented his sculptured form were bundled in a simple coat with a scarf tucked into the collar. His unruly, reddish mane on his head was bond in ponytail by a single cord. Covered over with a hand knitted cap that matched his scarf and fur trim of his gloves. A German Shepard with a special harness on sat right next him just starig down at them.
"Let me guess, your uncle." Tekla waved his way.
"Here as me legal representative of the family if I am to be a figure skater." Riesgraf turns his head away from his uncle's direction.
"Your family is fine with it?" She would ask.
Riesgraf's parents were very supportive of the life choice he made when he and Tekla got serious. Just the rest of his father's family was a bit off handed at what he decided to do with life. Before he could rebel against his grandparents and most of his relatives for what they may have done. One of his uncles ended up volunteering to support him beside his parents and his Manny/body guard.
"At least he doesn't smother you every moment of your life." Tekla looked over her shoulder.
On queue, Victor would wave at her with his usual smile while ignoring Yakov's attempts to get his attention. Tekla would wave back at him before turning back to Riesgraf with a quiet sigh on her lips. Bringing up how she has become the spokesperson for European Branch of Humane Society. How her and her parents have been going through pictures for prints ads last few weeks. Victor getting emotional the whole time wasn't any help in picking and choosing the pictures they were sorting through.
"I fell asleep once and ended up being placed in bed with them one night." Tekla got chills. "Victor didn't want me to sleep alone."
"Really?" Riesgraf tried to not laugh.
"Yes, May I ask why what's so funny?" Tekla would ask him not getting his joke.
He ended up speaking through his bouts of laugher saying at least her parents had odd way of showing their love. Reminded him of ways his parents have been hands on in raising him through out his life.