#POTYA LADIES AND GENTLEMAN

[kasumi-chou]

The Engagement Party (Part Two)

“And-and-and the jump,” Yuri told Chris while rotating his fingers around in circles, the boy only continued once Chris nodded his head in understanding, “the jump! That jump better than Vicchan!” Yuri declared in his broken English.

“Hey!” he called out, earning a chuckle of amusement from Chris and Phichit.

“Why thank you, mon poulet,” Chris cooed, causing Yuri to smile brightly.

“His English is adorable,” Phichit sigh while shifting Yuri to his other arm.

“He is adorable altogether,” he corrected.

“Did you do his hair?” Chris hummed, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair - that had escaped the boys braid - behind his ear.

“Today, yes!” he said, grinning brightly, “Though he has been a little fussy lately and started demanding Yuuri do his hair.”

“Oh, you poor thing. A child wanting his father over you,” Phichit snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Victor has never been good at sharing,” Chris piped up, smirking at him.

“Vicchan share papa,” Yuri stated while reaching over to grab Chris’ shirt.

Chris smiled as he took Yuri from Phichit grasp, something which seemed to relief the Thai man by the way the younger man rolled his shoulder.

“Little heavy?” he said jokingly while nudging Phichit.

“A little, geez. Do you carry him around often?” Phichit whined, rubbing his arms slightly.

He paused as he glanced towards Yuri, who was happily repeating words Chris was saying – rather PG words, it was nice to see Chris behaving for own. He sometimes forgot how small Yuri was for his age. The boy was tiny, he barely reached the shoulders of some of his school mates, but Yuuri had ensured him on more than one occasion that Yuri was just a late bloomer and before they knew it, the boy would be towering over them.

“Yeah,” he mumbled softly before clearing his throat and turning towards the Thai skater, “Though Yuuri does it more often,” he told Phichit.

“But isn’t your lovely fiancé a danseur? Aren’t they meant to carry people around?” Chris questioned, humming curiously.

“He’s a damn good danseur,” a new voice piped in.

Victor turned to the side, spotted Anna, the ballerina Yuuri had introduced him to earlier. Yuuri had explained that Anna had been his last major partner, sometimes which was rather difficult to believe considering the size different - the woman was tiny.

“Oh?” Phichit enquired.

“Yuuri is just… different,” Anna said as she watered down her vodka with some juice. After finishing off her drink. She turned to them and smiled innocently, “There aren’t many danseurs that can spend a whole day throwing ballerinas around and not seem tired by it.”

“He has a rather incredible amount of stamina,” a voice piped up as a hand reached around Anna to pick up a bottle of wine.

“Oh! Lady Minako!” Anna gasped, quickly stepping to the side.

“I hope you don’t mind, Victor, but all us old grumps need another bottle,” Minako said, holding the bottle up into the air.

“You don’t look a day over thirty, Minako,” he said while waving the woman off, earning a laugh from the former prima-ballerina.

“Little charmer, you are,” Minako said, walking off with the bottle.

“So, high stamina? That must make for a lovely evening in bed,” Chris said, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“Christophe!” Phichit gasped, “there is a child.”

Yuri hummed, blinking as he glanced between them, clearly having zoned out to stare at something over Chris’ shoulders. He reached over and stole his little angel from Chris, pressing a soft kiss to his plump cheeks.

“Ew, Vicchan,” Yuri whined, but other that wiping his cheek, made no move to escape him.

“Victor!” Yuuri’s voice called out, catching his attention immediately.

“Sorry, gentleman, my love is calling,” he said, smirking towards his two fellow skaters.

“Yeah, yeah, we will amuse ourselves with the wonderful arrangement of food,” Phichit said, waving him off.

“Do send your fiancé back to us at some point,” Chris called out after him as he began walking towards Yuuri – who was talking to a small group, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Yuri stood where Vicchan had put him down, right beside his papa. He eyed the small group in front of him.

He recognised Nana and Vee, because papa had danced with them before. Vee had also taught him some ballet moves when he was allowed to come along with papa to the junior classes.

But he didn’t recognise the man or the woman that were with Nana and Vee, or the girl standing beside Nana.

“Yura,” Nana called out to him, causing him to hum as the woman bent down, “This is Mila,” Nana said, gesturing to the red-haired girl beside her.

She was pretty, he supposed, he had long, wavy red hair that fell down her back. He wished he had hair that long, Vicchan could probably do lots of awesome things with his hair if it was that long.

“Hi! I like your hair,” Mila stated brightly while flashing him a smile.

He stared at her with wide eyes before taking a small step backwards to be closer to his papa.

“Um,” he mumbled, glancing up at his papa – who smiled softly down at him – before turning back to Mila and Nana, “I like your hair too. It’s really red.”

“Thank you!” Mila said in delight before glancing towards Nana. He glanced back up at his papa, smiling softly as papa gently patted him on the head.

“Is anyone hungry? Thirsty?” papa asked, waving all the adults towards the dining area like he did with everyone else that came into the house.

He watched the group of adults walk away before turning to see if Potya was still seated on the window still, maybe he could cuddle the kitty until papa was free.

“Dina said that we would be the only kids here.” He jumped in surprise, turning to the side to see Mila standing there.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, frowning at the girl. She was weird, most kids didn’t like him, they run away from him or made fun of his hair.

“Do you have anything we can do?” Mila asked while turning towards him. He eyed her for a moment before shrugging.

“Was gonna go hang out with Potya,” he mumbled.

“Who is Potya?” Mila questioned.

“My cat,” he told her simply.

“You have a cat?” Mila asked, eyes going wide, “Can I see it? Can I pat it? Please! Mama doesn’t like cats or dogs.”

“Makkachin is upstairs because Vicchan didn’t want her trying to steal food,” he said while walking towards the window seat.

“Who?” Mila asked while following after him.

“Makkachin, Vicchan’s dog,” he told her as they came to a stop beside the window seat. He smiled happily as Potya meowed at him as he moved to sit beside the cat.

“Hi,” he hummed, reaching over to scratch Potya behind the ear.

“Oh my god.” He glanced up and smiled at Mila who was staring at Potya with huge eyes.

“Her name is Puma Tiger Scorpion, but we just call her Potya,” he told her while fluff his chest out proudly.

“Cool,” Mila said while gently reaching her hand out. He watched curiously as Mila paused right before she touched Potya. She stared at Potya before gently touching her and pulling her hand back.

“You can pat her,” he huffed, reaching for her hand and gently pulling it back to Potya where he pulled it softly over Potya’s back.

“So soft,” Mila mumbled in awe, causing him to grin.

“I know! Potya is the bestest,” he told Mila brightly.

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door / Skater In Training 

#yoi #yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #yurio plisetsky #mila babicheva #victuuri #phichit chulanont #christophe giacometti #skater next door au