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God Save Yuuri Katsuki (1/?) (ao3)

prompt: awkward first meeting (for @yoificfridays Week1)

big thanks to @may-darling for some glorious inspiration <3

“If he starts getting fussy, buy anything he wants,” Mila advised him when she left the little Yuri in his care, pushing more money into his hands than he has ever held in his life. She couldn't mean anything anything, though.

Certainly, she couldn't mean the magazine the five-year-old is currently clutching against his chest - a very not child-friendly magazine, with a half naked woman who's doing nothing to hide herself on the cover and a tiny photo of a man in the bottom right corner, cleverly captioned Viktor Naughtyforov.

Naturally, Yuuri does the first thing that comes to his mind - he screeches and tries to grab at the magazine. Yuri only hugs it tighter and jumps away, shouting at him to leave him alone.

Immediately, two people in the aisle pause their shopping and look in their direction.

Yuuri can only imagine what they’re thinking. To assure them everything’s alright, he sends them a nervous smile and a wave and hopes they don't think he's kidnapping the boy. Met with his eyes, both people look away.

How did Yuri even get a hold of the paper? Those things are supposed to be stored on the top shelves, out of children's reach. How the hell—

“I want it,” Yuri informs him peevishly, hugging the paper close. He looks at Yuuri with a victorious glare in his eyes, like he knows very well that Yuuri has to do as he says; like he's daring him to try not to.

“Yuri,” Yuuri drawls in warning, calling all the patience he has to keep his voice calm. “This is not for children.”

“It has papa! Buy it or I’ll scream!”

It has—?

Oh, for god’s sake.

It’s only a five-year-old, Yuuri is the babysitter, he has the power here. All the power, in fact, and the money from Yuri’s father to pay for the groceries with. Like hell he’s buying the magazine.

“I will not buy—”

“AAAAAAAAA!”

Yuuri can feel the judgement coming from the lady when she’s ringing their groceries, the magazine and a tiger plushie (that Yuri has grabbed in one of the isles and without a word put it in their shopping basket after Yuuri promised to purchase the magazine) included, as he busies himself with counting out the bills he has to give her. God, she must think he's buying the things for himself. He doubts she has even seen Yuri.

As if hearing his thoughts, the boy climbs to his toes and braces himself against the cash counter, peeking at the woman from under his too long fringe.

Yuuri doesn't have enough time to prepare himself for what comes next; in retrospect, if he had known Yuri’s next words, he would have abandoned the groceries and fled from the store. Forget lunch. He could miss one meal and Yuri could eat cereal.

The lady smiles and awws at the adorable child (Yuuri doesn't blame her; he fell for those blonde hair and big, bright green eyes earlier that day as well), and clearly doesn't expect it when he points at the shameful magazine.

“It's mine, give me!” Yuri exclaims for the entire queue of people standing behind him to hear. “My papa is in it!”

Yuuri wishes the floor would swallow him whole.

“Maybe you should give me the magazine?” Yuuri tries again when they’re out of the store, reaching for the paper, but Yuri pushes it behind his back.

“No! It's mine!”

“I won't take it away. I'll only put it in my backpack so it doesn't wrinkle.”

“It's mine!”

People are looking at them, again. Yuuri’s neck prickles under their stares. They must think he's a terrible parent, shaking their heads at him. And Yuri isn't even his kid! They'll have more to whisper about when they catch a glimpse of the cover of the magazine.

He briefly considers just grabbing the paper and forcefully taking it from Yuri, but decides against it when his imagination supplies him with everything that could follow.

A confrontation. A child runaway. Being sued by Yuri’s father (whom he still has to meet; that would be a terrible first impression) for neglect of providing the childcare the man is paying for. Prison time or financial repercussions or both. All because of a magazine.

“Think,” Yuuri mutters to himself, holding Yuri’s hoodie, just in case, as he frantically looks around. The store. A street. Cars. A park. Benches. A duck pond. A playground. An ice cream parlour. A fountain. Another street.

Wait.

...no, he shouldn't. It's nearly lunchtime.

Yuri moves to open the magazine and that takes the choice away from Yuuri.

“You won't be able to carry ice cream with that magazine in your hands,” he rushes, going for a disappointed sigh right after.

Yuri’s head shots up. “Ice cream? I want ice cream!”

1:0 for me, Yuuri thinks, relief relaxing all his limbs for the first time today as he puts the magazine in his backpack. Dealing with a sugar high Yuri afterward will be totally worth it.

Yurio is napping on the living room couch, The Lion King playing quietly on the TV. He crashed right after their late lunch, not even making it through Simba’s puberty. Not that Yuuri terribly minds; it's Yuri’s father that will have to deal with the kid’s late bedtime. And Yuuri… Well. Judging by the magazine currently held in his hands, he doubts that he'll be asked to come back. Yuri will surely mention that purchase to his father.

And Yuuri still doesn't even know what the guy looks like. The apartment is full of family warmth, the living room big enough to hold a tent or a fort, the walls and shelves covered with pictures of Yuri of all ages. The boy is mostly alone in the photos, though; sometimes there are animals with him, a cat or a dog. One picture is of him at the zoo, staring at a lioness with its cubs, his hand held by an arm that extends outside of the frame. It's not that surprising, Mr. Nikiforov is a single parent, after all; it must be difficult to tame a child like Yuri enough to take a group photo.

Still, it makes Yuuri wonder just what kind of a man Viktor Nikiforov is. He's definitely not going to go through the man’s possessions, he has some decency.

With a heavy heart, he glances down at the magazine in his hands, his only source of information.

Oh well…

He makes sure that Yuri is truly asleep, the TV low enough to make ambient noise and not wake him up, and retreats to the safety of the bathroom. He's sure as hell not going to risk looking at impertinent images with a minor in the same room.

He locks the door for a good measure.

Thump.

Yuuri’s head shoots up, he freezes on the toilet and listens.

Somebody is in the apartment.

Somebody, who is not a five-year-old child, is walking around the apartment.

Somebody broke in and is rummaging around the living room and the kitchen and little Yuri is still asleep on the couch, alone.

Yuuri abandons the magazine on the counter as he tries to remember if he locked the front door. He doesn't know, can't remember; it's all his fault, not giving Yuri proper safety. Some babysitter he is, he thinks bitterly, as he grabs the closest thing there is to serve as a weapon.

He needs to make sure Yuri is okay, that's the only thing that matters right now. With his heart in his throat and his breath not quite reaching his lungs, he silently unlocks the door. Seconds drag mercilessly. His senses grow sharper.

He grabs a can of—something—for an extra advantage.

The movie is still on but there are no distressed child noises. Yuri is either still asleep or tied and gagg—

—This is not helping!

He's out in the hallway, pressed to the wall, moving as quietly as he can.

The intruder walks around the kitchen. The pots clatter on the stove. The water is on in the next moment.

This is his chance, Yuuri thinks, heart thundering in his chest.

He jumps right behind the person, both hands raised, ready to attack if necessary.

“Don't move,” he warns with as threatening a voice as he can manage. It still wavers on the first word. “I'm armed and I won't hesitate to knock you out.”

The man stills, clearly shocked at being caught, probably wondering how the hell he should escape now—and turns his head, eyes finding Yuuri’s.

For a long moment, the only sound that can be heard is the water running over the dishes in the sink and the starting notes of Can You Feel the Love Tonight coming from the living room.

Yuuri raises the spray can higher to show that he's not joking around and the man—

The man just... snickers.

Excuse me?

“You're going to fight me,” he asks, “with an air freshener and a toilet brush?”

Yuuri gapes at him for a second, stupefied, before something coils in him again.

How dares he.

With a newfound anger, he glares at the man. “Try me,” he dares, pointing the spray can at the intruder’s eyes. “If you don't leave in 3 seconds, I'm calling the—”

“Papa!”

Papa?

“P—papa?” Yuuri stutters, watching as a very awake, very excited Yuri runs straight to the man, arms wide open.

Oh no, Yuuri thinks as the Viktor Nikiforov lifts the child onto his arm and accepts the huge hug, greetings spilling in cheerful voices.

Oh no oh no oh no—

“You must be Yuuri,” Mr. Nikiforov says then, an amused laughter audible in his voice as he offers his free hand for Yuuri to shake.

Yuuri wants to die (and take both the air freshener and the toilet brush with him).

Or better yet, he wishes he was never born.

...

Nothing like that happens. Yuuri is still there 5 seconds later, Mr. Nikiforov is still extending his hand to him, and Yuri is staring at his (ex) babysitter with a grin.

Yuuri does the only thing he can think of.

“Uh—uhm...” he mumbles, lowers his weapons of choice—

And flees the apartment.

#yoi fic friday #victuuriwriters #yoi #viktuuri #victuuri #m #B tries to write #babysitter yuuri #single parent viktor #baby yuri #au #God Save Yuuri Katsuki

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