You guys have such excellent requests! Fortunately I'm on a break right now so I have plenty of time to write. This is for the lovely Loveless043 who wanted to see Yuri's grandfather accepting his adopted fathers. I hope that you like it! I've actually been meaning to write something like this for a while, so thank you for requesting it!
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As per usual, Yuri P. is Yuri and Yuuri K. is Yuuri. The line about staying in our home and eating our food is from Code MENT (a parody of Code Geass, both of which are excellent and you should definitely watch). Enjoy!
The train ride to Moscow goes smoothly; Yuuri spends the majority of the trip looking out the window and listen to Victor babble excitedly about how much fun they're going to have. In the seat in front of them, Yuri is fixated on his DS, the glow from the screen illuminating his face in the dimly lit train car. His legs swing slightly in front of him as he frowns in concentration. Yuuri doesn't think he's ever seen Yuri look so much like a regular teenager.
As soon as the conductor announces that they're about five minutes away from pulling into Moscow, Yuri is on his feet. "Stay in your seat until the train stops," Yuuri scolds.
"Yes, mom," Yuri retorts sarcastically, folding his arms and rolling his eyes. He does sit back down, bouncing impatiently in his seat until the train finally comes to a stop.
"Are you sure you don't want to come sightseeing with us?" Victor asks for what feels like the millionth time today.
Yuri snorts. "In your dreams, geezer." As soon as the train halts and the doors are open, he's bounding out of his seat, grabbing his bag. He races out of the exit, Victor and Yuuri trailing behind him at a more reasonable pace.
"Grandpa!" Yuri exclaims upon spotting the man, and runs over to tackle him in a hug which the elderly man gladly accepts. The teenager is more careful this time, mindful of his grandfather's bad back.
"It's always a treat to see my favorite grandson," he says, and Yuri beams at him his green eyes bright.
Victor and Yuuri finally catch up them, causing Nikolai to release his grandson from his rib-crushing hug and turn to face them. "Victor, it's good to see you again."
"It's nice to run into you again, Nikolai. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Victor replies, smiling.
"It has been a long time. And you must be Yuuri Katsuki!" Nikolai says upon spotting Yuuri. He reaches out to shake his hand. "I've heard a lot about you." Behind him, Yuri flushes bright pink, but no one seems to notice.
"It's nice to meet you!" Yuuri says politely, returning the handshake. "We should probably get going. I'm sure you two want to spend as much time together as possible, and I wouldn't want to intrude."
"Nonsense!" Nikolai waves him off. "Any friend of Yuri's is a friend of mine. I'm sure you two have things you want to do today, but I'll expect the both of you for dinner tonight! Be there around six. Victor knows where to go." He refuses to hear their refusals, and they confirm that they'll be there.
Yuuri half expects Yuri to protest, but the teenager is strangely quiet about the whole thing. "Grandpa's cooking is the best!" is all he has to say on the matter. Apparently he's too happy about seeing his grandfather to worry about the "gross lovebirds" crashing his dinner.
Sightseeing in Moscow is fun; it turns out that Victor spent last night looking up facts about the different places they were planning to visit today, and he eagerly rattles them off to Yuuri. The day passes by in a blur, and at 5:30 Yuuri suddenly remembers that they have dinner plans.
"Victor," he says, tugging at his fiancé's arm. "We're supposed to be meeting Yuri and his grandfather for dinner in half an hour."
Looking down at his watch, Victor lets out a little startled noise of surprise when he glances down at his watch. "You're right," he admits. "Well, let's get going. We should be able to make it there just in time."
True to Victor's word, they pull up to the little house right at six. Yuri is the one who answers the door when they knock. He looks like he's been helping with the cooking; he's wearing a long red apron over his clothes that's too big for him, and his long blonde hair is pulled back into a messy bun. "They're here, grandpa!" the teenager calls over his shoulder.
"Remember your manners and show them to the living room, Yurachka!" his grandfather shouts in response.
Yuri huffs and gestures for them to come in. Victor has pulled out his phone to snap a picture of Yuri in his apron, and he notices. "Take or post any pictures and I'll break your phone, geezer."
"Yuri! Do not threaten our guests!" his grandfather scolds from the kitchen. Yuri pouts and rolls his eyes, but lets the matter drop. Nikolai finally emerges from the kitchen, wearing an apron that matches Yuri's. "I'm glad you two could make it! Yuri helped quite a bit with dinner. He's apparently become quite the chef recently!" Yuri goes a bit pink at the praise, a small smiling curling his lips.
"Thank you for having us!" Yuuri replies. "I like to cook, and Yuri sometimes helps out. I've been teaching him a few recipes." At his words, Yuri goes from pink to red and his smile turns into a scowl. He opens his mouth to say something but he's cut off by his grandfather.
"Well, he certainly seems to have more of an aptitude for it than Victor." Nikolai turns to Victor, who pouts at the dig at his cooking skills (or lack thereof). "Doesn't Mila still call you a source of evil in the kitchen?" At Victor's sheepish nod, he sighs. "I was worried that you were going to starve if you didn't meet someone soon."
Yuri has been fidgeting impatiently as they talk, obviously eager to eat. "Can we eat dinner already?" he bursts out as soon as there's a lull in the conversation.
"Manners, Yurachka!" Nikolai scolds him. "But yes, let's go ahead and eat while the food is still hot."
The food is delicious, true to Yuri's word, and all conversation stops while they eat. It's not until they're all stuffed and finished eating that anyone is willing to talk.
"So you two are the ones who have been looking after my grandson," Nikolai says, breaking the comfortable silence.
Victor and Yuuri aren't sure what to say, but Yuri retorts instantly. "I wouldn't exactly call it that."
"What would you call it then?" Victor teases. "You stay in our home and eat our food."
Yuri sputters with embarrassment. "That doesn't—"
"Yurachka," his grandfather says, interrupting him. "Why don't you help an old man out and take care of the dishes? They aren't going to wash themselves."
With a dramatic sigh, Yuri gets to his feet and scurries over to the kitchen, and they hear a clattering of dishes and the sound of the sink running. His grandson successfully distracted, Nikolai decides to continue the conversation. "I'd like to thank you for taking care of him. I know Yuri isn't exactly easy to get along with on the best of days."
"It's no trouble, really," Yuuri assures him. "It's nice having him around."
"Well, it's a relief to know that he's in good hands." Nikolai chuckles. "Speaking of which, Victor, when are you planning on marrying this one?"
In a show of uncharacteristic bashfulness, Victor is left stuttering and blushing. Yuuri comes to his rescue. "We're already engaged, sir," he says, showing off their matching rings. "We just haven't picked out a wedding date yet."
"That's good to hear," Nikolai says approvingly. "You know, looking at the three of you when you arrived at the train station, you already looked like a married couple chasing after their son."
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