***Hello, everyone! I'm actually uploading this right now because I finished it between those lovely (that was sarcasm) virtual classes and I wanted to get this out of the way. For what it is, I think it turned out well. I don't own Yuri or Otabek, just Otabek's family. Let's go!
Eighteen-year-old Yuri Plisetsky thought that, after conquering the Grand Prix Final with a gold three straight times, he honestly wasn't one to get nervous easily. However, as he followed his boyfriend through the baggage claim of the Almaty International Airport, he felt his heart beat a little faster and his stomach get a little queasy.
"How far is the drive to your parents' house?" he asked. "It's about an hour away. Do you remember their names?" Otabek asked.
Yuri scratched the back of his head, but otherwise said nothing. "I'm taking that as a no," Otabek said.
"Well, don't expect me to remember things you tell me when I'm half-asleep at ass-thirty in the morning on an airplane," Yuri spat.
It was around that time that they appeared at the exit of the airport, their bags in tow. "Do you at least remember the name of the sister who's picking us up and taking us to the house? I'm assuming not," Otabek said, amused now.
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Beka, I'm already stressed," Yuri sighed. Otabek gave him a kiss on the cheek. "My sister is Aylin. She's four years older than me, and she's coming with her huband, Miras," he said.
"Do your parents know that we're together? Do they even know that you're on that side of the fence?" Yuri asked. But before Otabek could answer that, a car pulled up.
The window rolled down to reveal a young woman who looked an awful lot like Otabek, right down to the color of her skin and the color of her long hair that was kept in a ponytail. "Little brother! It's been a while," she said. "A few years, Aylin. This is Yuri, the friend I mentioned over the phone," Otabek said.
Friend? Yuri thought. Well, that answered his question from earlier.
"Miras, can you help them with their bags?" Aylin asked. So, a paler man with darker, short-cut hair got out of the driver's seat and went to the couple. He honestly looked like he could have crushed them both at once. Still, he didn't do that. Rather, he did just what Aylin had said, and loaded Yuri and Otabek's bags into the trunk.
"Don't look so scared, you two. I'm not going to hurt you," Miras spoke up. Yuri put on his usual scowl. "I'm not scared," he muttered.
But as he got into the car with Otabek, he knew that he was in for one hell of a trip.
XxX
Commuting to the airport in Russia, flying to Kazakhstan, and getting to Otabek's parents' house had taken up most of the day. By the time the four had reached the house where the Kazakh skater's parents lived, it was late in the afternoon.
An older woman answer the door. At this point, Yuri had luckily learned that her name was Rayana, and her husband was Dalen. "Both of my children, home together!" she said, hugging both Otabek and Aylin.
Miras and Yuri stood to the side. "She always does this," Miras said quietly to the Russian.
"Mom, this is the friend I mentioned over the phone. I met him while travelling," Otabek said. "I am Yuri Plisetsky," Yuri said evenly, unsure of how to approach this stranger but trying to be nice for his boyfriend's sake.
"Travelling because you're a... figure skater, I assume?" Rayana said. The disgust in her voice was Yuri's first clue that this would be difficult.
XxX
"So, when did you plan to tell me just how damn traditional your family was?!" Yuri exclaimed once the couple had settled into the guest room, a floor down from where everyone else was sleeping.
Dinner was quick, as both Otabek and Yuri both claimed to have jet lag and needed rest. Otabek sighed. "I knew you wouldn't meet them otherwise. It only gets worse from here, though," he admitted, sitting on his bed in only boxers.
Yuri sat next to him, both of their suitcases on the other bed in the room, in pajama pants. "It cannot get worse," he said.
"It can. Mom and Dad want to have dinner with you tomorrow to get to know you. When they gave Miras that treatment, they essentially picked him apart for his life story. I wish that I could say that I was joking, but that would be lying to your face," Otabek said.
Yuri groaned and pulled the covers over his head, muttering a series of Russian expletives. However, Otabek joined him beneath the sheets, moving them back enough to where they could both get air.
"Tomorrow, after breakfast, I'll get you away from here with the excuse of taking my close friend sightseeing. We don't have to come back until dinner," he promised with a kiss.
"Good," Yuri said. "Your mother's voice is annoying, anyways."
XxX
Sure enough, after breakfast the following morning, Otabek and Yuri got out of there. They did go sightseeing, but they also just went for joyrides on Otabek's motorcycle.
After a casual lunch, Otabek showed Yuri the rink he'd made his home rink, where they both skated their "Welcome to the Madness" routine despite there being other people on the ice. After all, if Yuri didn't get the stress relief, he would most certainly have exploded.
They did a bit more sightseeing, went for a little while longer on Otabek's motorcycle, then took the long road back to his parents' house. Before the Kazakh could knock, he gave his love a kiss and squeezed his hand. "Ready?" he asked. "Yes," Yuri said, squaring his shoulders. So, Otabek knocked.
When his father opened the door, they both could smell dinner being made. "Come in, you two. The girl are making a special dinner," Dalen said. Otabek and Yuri took two spots at the table. Dalen sat at the head of the table, and Miras sat across from Yuri as if to scrutinize his movement. It took everything in Yuri's power not to hit him.
Luckily, before that could happen, Rayana and Aylin came over with plates for everyone, giving the men their food before sitting down with their own meals, Rayana opposite of her husband and Aylin across form her brother. Yuri tried some, and found that it wasn't bad. "Vkusno," he commented.
After a few minutes, Rayana began her questioning. "Otabek, where did you and Yuri meet?" she asked. So she doesn't even trust me to tell the story? Yuri thought bitterly.
"I first saw him at Yakov's summer camp, but we didn't meet again and actually become friends until the Rostelecom Cup about three years ago. Yuri's the defending gold champion of the Grand Prix Final three years going now. I know you don't watch me skate, but that's the biggest honor a figure skater can get," Otabek explained.
"Up until you began to skate, son, I thought only girls figure skated," Dalen stated. Yuri's grip white-knuckled on his fork. "Welcome to the twenty-first century. We're happy to finally have you," Yuri deadpanned.
Otabek had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.
"What's life like in Russia? How did you get into something like skating?" Rayana asked.
"It just gets a hell of a lot colder than any other place I've been to, if you really want the difference. And I got into skating because my mother, for the time that I did live with her, was a dancer. I enjoyed watching her, but I never wanted to make a life out of dancing. Living with my father gave me a chance to try skating, and I liked it. It was when I lived with my grandfather that I got to begin making it my career," Yuri explained.
He felt Otabek squeeze his hand discreetly beneath the table; they both knew that this was hard for him to discuss.
"So you were born to unmarried parents?" Rayana asked, sounding unnerved at the thought. "Correct. My last name is my grandfather's, who won custody over me in the end until I turned eighteen," Yuri said. His voice was calm, but when he stabbed his fork into a bite of food, he chipped his plate.
"You don't need to get upset," Dalen said.
Taht seemed to do it for Yuri. He dropped his fork. "I'm sorry for getting just a little bit pissed off at someone who is basically a stranger trying to decipher my past and have me spill my guts all over this table," he spat, anger and venom dripping from each word.
"Otabek, can you tell your friend to calm down? It's impolite to be so angry," Rayana said. "He has a point. Besides, some people just don't like talking about their past or being judged for the fact that their family is different than the average family," Otabek shrugged.
"He doesn't even have a family. And he's gone so off the rails because of it that I saw him make you kiss him outside," Dalen said.
And that was what seemed to do it for Otabek.
He stood up and pulled Yuri into a long kiss, one lasting so long that it left them both breathless afterwards. "And to think I thought you people would support me. I guess that was futile too, just as trying to get you to support my skating was. But for the record, if Yuri has no other family, he has his gradfather, and he has me. I love him, no matter what traditional standards you may shame me for not meeting. He's my boyfriend, and he has been for about two years now. He took my virginity! I'm his and he's mine!" he exclaimed.
Yuri smiled wickedly, getting the energy Otabek was sending off and standing on his own now. "And if you think anything bad of us, then you can kiss our asses!" he added.
"I think we're better off in Russia. You all have some thinking to do," Otabek said, voice dark. Then, he went with Yuri to pack up their things.
XxX
After getting some same-day tickets, Otabek and Yuri were waiting at the gate to go home to Russia. "Beka, you're more quiet than normal," Yuri noted, his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"I'm just tired. It's late," Otabek said. However, it was a blatant lie. "You suck at lying," Yuri called out. Otabek sighed.
"I just wish that my parents would be more accepting of me. You saw from the moment that I mentioned figure skating, Mom was disgusted. And it only got worse from there," he lamented.
Yuri rubbed his back. "Beka, the truth hurts. Would you rather live a lie, or tell them the truth and have them accept you for what you are?" he asked. "
Since whe ndid you become so philisophical?" Otabek asked. "Since I become the babysitter of the most stoic skater in the sport, that's when," Yuri said.
Otabek smiled, if only for a moment. Then, he leaned forward, eyes cast to the ground. "If they want to accept who I really am, then they have the option now. And if they don't want to... then fine. I still have you, after all," he said.
As they were called onto the plane, Yuri nodded and took his hand.
"Yeah. I'll always be here for you."
***I seriously hope that I didn't offend anyone with a more traditional family or anything mentioned in the story... I didn't mean to... be sure to leave a rewiew on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!