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What do you meeean "this is why I'm single"? XD
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#yuri#plisetsky#yura#yurotchka#russian fairy#russian tiger#beka#otabek#altin#otabek altin yuri plisetsky#otayuri#yurio
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~Yurio Aesthetic~ Playing about with some of my old unpublished photos 😋✨ #yuri #yuriplisetsky #yurio #yuratchka #yurotchka #plisetskyyuri #yurionice #yurionicecosplay #yuriocosplay #yuricosplay #yuriplisetskycosplay #cosplay #cutekitty 🐯💖✨
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Fictober 2021 - Day 3
Prompt number: 3 - I've waited for this
Fandom: Yuri on ice
Rating: G
Tags: Yuri & Nikolai Plisetsky, comfort
Right before he had to enter the restricted area, Grandpa moved them to the side and gave him a hug, a big one, one of those that covered him whole and made him warm inside. Yuri felt his nerves melt away and the noise of the people surrounding them disappear. It was only the two of them in the whole wide world, as it should be. His Grandpa always took big breathes, Yuri tried to do the same.
One of the best things about Grandpa's hugs was that he was never the first to let go. Once he felt right again, Yuri let his arms fall. Grandpa placed one of his hands on top of Yuri's knitted hat and looked him in the eyes.
"Feeling better, Yurotchka?"
Yuri nodded. He was feeling tons better, and now he smelled like bread, which was always a plus in his book.
Grandpa smiled. "Good, that's good. Have you go everything? Do you need me to get something?"
Yuri shook his head. He had taken good care of packing all the things in the list in his backpack. He had everything from extra shoe-laces to a small medicine kit that consisted mainly on band-aids.
Grandpa gave him a little pat approvingly. "Are you excited?"
Remembering where hey were and why, Yuri felt a rush of energy go through him and he started bouncing on his toes. "Yes! I am! I've waited for this for a hundred years, Grandpa!"
Grandpa chuckled, but not in a mean way like his Mama, Grandpa was never mean.
"A hundred years?", he asked. "That is a long time! So, I want you to promise me something."
Yuri stopped moving and nodded very serious. "What is it, Grandpa?"
Grandpa took him by the shoulders and kneeled down to his level, even when he knew he shouldn't, so it must be important.
"I want you to have fun out there, can you do that for me?"
Yuri smiled, that seemed easy enough. "I promise."
"Good boy. Now, go get ready. I'll be cheering for you, ok?"
Yuri gathered his things. "Ok, I'll see you later!" He asked for another quick hug before finally entering the skaters area where family couldn't go in. He walked fast, suitcase in hand, and his backpack bouncing behind him. Today was a big day. If Yuri managed to do well in today's competition, he could go to Yakov Feltsman's summer camp for free, and then he would see how Yuri was the best and offer him a place in his school, and then Yuri would become the best skater ever and earn lots of money and take care of his Grandpa. Yuri had been planning everything since he saw the competition anouncement a few months back. He was ready.
As he came closer to the changing room, however, he started noticing the people around him again and the nerves started coming back. When he reached the door, he stoped for a moment to smell his coat, it reminded him of his promise, then he stood straight, raised his chin, and went in. He was going to win this and have fun. For Grandpa.
#fictober21#yuri on ice#for a moment this was going to be about Yuri going against Yakov#but that's too many rebellious skaters for a week already#so we get baby's first important competition ft best grandpa#by handwritten
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To @cadencekismet
From @vilchan
Purrhaps Not Today
Yuri kicks open the door of the animal shelter and stomps off the snow stuck under the soles of his leopard print vans. An elderly couple and the girl behind the counter stare at him, pen held motionless in the air over a form of some sorts. Yuri lifts his chin and raises an eyebrow, squinting in that way Mila once described as ‘a delinquent waiting in line to pay for a carton of milk’.
The elderly couple startle a little and are quick to huddle closer together, mumbling under their breath. The girl behind the counter—who can’t be older than twenty—raises an unimpressed eyebrow in return, holding his stare for a moment before she turns back to the couple and points her pen on the next clause to explain.
The wall behind her is covered by posters of cats in the arms of smiling children and dogs leaping after frisbees or tennis balls, with titles like ‘Become someone’s forever home now’ and ‘Make a difference today’. She doesn’t quite fit in with the vibrantly coloured backgrounds and photoshopped faces—on the contrary her messy bun is lopsided and coming apart at the seams, her t-shirt wrinkled and covered in dog hair from the looks of it, and there are not one, but three coffee mugs next to a computer who looks as if it’s been running since before he was born. If it weren’t for the customer friendly smile and the easy flow of her speech as she informs the couple about the different options they have, Yuri would’ve easily mistaken her for one of the many stressed college students he sees in front of him in line at the 24-hour open supermarket, arms full of comfort food, painkillers and coffee grains.
Two waiting chairs and a table take up most of the space in the small room. Yuri ignores them and leans against the wall, skimming the pamphlets spread out on the table briefly before his attention wilts and his fingertips start itching. Hidden in the pocket of his hoodie, he twists a tiger shaped keychain around his pinky.
The elderly couple give him a wide berth on their way out, and the pleasant smile from the girl slips once the door shuts. She looks him up and down, dark eyebrows pinched together—Yuri is long used to stink eyes, it comes with the territory of being a child prodigy who also spent his teens being a total asshole, but an animal shelter wasn’t the place he expected to meet one.
«Can I help you?»
He plants his elbows on the counter, chews thoughtfully on his chewing gum as he skims the mess of papers and loose documents strewn across the desk and observes her idly as the girl’s lips purses themselves into a frown as she waits. Her name tag reads ‘Natalya’.
«I wanna volunteer,» he says, tilting his head slightly to the side so his hair falls away from his eyes.
Not what she was expecting, he could tell. A moment passes in which she just stares at him, stone faced with a disbelieving tilt to her mouth. Her eyes narrow and she looks him up and down again, this time with none of the welcoming hospitality she showed the couple from before. Yuri clenches his jaw, considering for just a moment to leave if she won’t take him seriously—but back home is an empty apartment and the looming threat of a phone call from his grandpa where he’ll again have to make his uneventful days sound healthy and engaging.
«Do you have any prior experience volunteering?»
«No.»
«Any experience handling animals?»
«I had a cat,» he replies, fingers twisting and untwisting around the keychain.
Natalya rummages through a drawer, curses quietly when she doesn’t find what she’s looking for and pulls out another. Eventually she slides a form over to him, the paper slightly crinkled and with what looks like coffee stains in the corner.
«You don’t get a lot of volunteers, do you?» He asks, mostly out of curiosity, but also to see that annoyed twitch in her expression.
She makes the kind of face Yuri over the years has learned to recognize as a warning; she pulls the form back over the counter and Yuri has to yank it back, banging his hand against the polished wood in the process. A mutual glare is shared before Yuri snatches a dog face-printed pen from a cup next to his elbow and stalks back to the chairs. He can feel the force of her glowering as he discards the top and lets it fall to the ground.
He takes his time reading through the document, paying extra attention to the clause in which they promise not to divulge personal information like his phone number or email; Yakov had at least taught him that much. He scrawls down his name, address and contact information. He writes down his date of birth and age, and for once it doesn’t make him feel old to write down 24 years old.
He ticks off ‘walk dogs’, ‘shelter care’ and ‘cat attendant’ when they ask what types of volunteer work he’s interested in, and after a moment of hesitation he ticks off the box next to ‘other’ as well, for good measure.
A question about when he’ll be available comes up, just to estimate the amount of time he’ll be able to devote. He checks off the box saying ‘at least five hours a week’, but beneath it he scrawls ‘anytime’.
Natalya looks up from her paperwork as he slides the form back to her, their gazes locked in a steely staring contest as they both hold onto the form.
«We’ll be in touch,» she says briskly and goes back to her paperwork, apparently done with him. Yuri bites the inside of his cheek and wonders for a brief moment if this is how Yakov felt all those years. Maybe he should send him a gift basket for his birthday.
He turns on his heel and marches out, making sure to slam the door just as hard on his way out as he did on his way in.
***
“Yurotchka. It’s been too long since your last call.”
Yuri looks down briefly and his grip around the phone tightens; beneath the chiding gruffness is worry, and he hates it when his grandpa worries.
“Sorry, it slipped my mind. How’s your back? The weather must still be cold in Moscow.”
His grandpa barks out a laugh at that. “My back is fine—it’s you I worry about. Are you eating well?”
“Of course. …Actually, I’m thinking about volunteering at a shelter. Just part time, but it’ll get me out of the apartment at least.”
There’s a moment of silence on the other end and Yuri has his lip held between his teeth, holding his breath because this is another kind of nervous than what he’s used to.
“I’m glad to hear that,” his grandpa says, calm and collected where he is not, and Yuri can finally breathe again.
***
A week later he’s called in for a basic introduction on how the shelter operates. It’s not Natalya who shows him around, but an older man with greying hair, big glasses and worn leather shoes who introduces himself as Josef. Yuri pays rapt attention as he’s given a tour of the shelter, informed about the different procedures and what volunteering entails. When he asks how many other volunteers they have, Jakob rubs his neck and chuckles awkwardly.
“There haven’t been many volunteers except Talya, lately. I’m the owner and deal with most of the paperwork, while she handles the animals and reception along with some college students who drop by once a week or so.”
Jakob looks at Yuri through those comically big glasses, and for a moment it’s like being fifteen again with one skate on the ice and Yakov’s steady hand on his shoulder just before a competition, both to ground him and to give him that extra push. Yuri recognizes very well that hopeful, expectant expression.
“I guess that means I’ll have plenty to do, then,” he says and turns on his heel. Once he stepped out on the ice he never looked back at Yakov, and he doesn’t look back at Josef either. Eyes forward. “The cages are next, right?”
Deep in his pocket, the keychain is wound tightly around his pinkie.
***
«I wasn’t sure you were gonna show up,» Natalya says as the door slams shut behind him. She doesn’t sound happily surprised.
Yuri holds back an eye roll and twists his hair up into a ponytail. She watches stoically from the counter with only one coffee cup this time—still steaming. Hopefully she isn’t one of those people who get grouchier with more caffeine.
«Well, here I am,» he says, «What do you need me to do?»
She waves him along to the door behind the counter which he already knows will lead to the back rooms with the animals.
The first back room is for the dogs, and they all perk up when they enter, barking and panting for attention like a certain poodle he’s glad is currently on another continent. Natalya tries to shush some of the barking and leads him quickly past the cages—stopping only to ruffle the ears of a moping golden retriever who wags weakly with his tail in response.
“I’ve already cleaned the dog cages, so you take the cat ones. Someone set up an adoption meeting in—” She glances briefly at her locked phone screen, “—thirty minutes, so I’ll do one cage for you to see before you’re on your own.»
The cat room has thirty cages lining the walls and within are cats of all colors and shapes. Some stay curled up on their bedding and will barely turn an ear in their direction, while others get up on their hind legs and wail like sirens for attention.
A siberian with long, smokey grey fur pushes their face close to the bars and blinks up at him. Yuri reaches out to let them sniff his hand—
«I wouldn’t do that if I were you,» Natalya comments drily from behind his shoulder. «She likes to act all innocent, but that one’s got some claws on her.»
Yuri has half a mind to ignore her, but the cat’s tiny paws are indeed armed with a set of sharp claws she methodically digs in and out of the bedding with her blue eyes firmly fixed on him. Better let scheming cats lie.
«What’s her name?» He asks. The finger he moves from side to side in front of her cage must either smell like dead mice or look suspiciously like a red dot, because her eyes follow it with searing focus.
«Belle.» Her tone is clipped and dismissive and if she had pigtails Yuri would have to fight back the impulsive need to tug on them. But, he reminds himself, she does not have pigtails and therefore he should not tug on them. That would be immature and petty.
Natalya gives him a quick rundown; pull out, shake, laundry basket, fold and repeat. A dry ‘good luck’ later and he’s on his own.
Cleaning cages is—unexpectedly—a shitty job. It’s smelly, moist, tedious and it’ll take forever to get through just one row. At the pace he’s holding it’ll take at least another hour before he’s anywhere close to finished, but the thing is…
Yuri kinda likes it.
Except for the smell and the symphony of thirty cats crying out for food, Yuri really doesn’t mind the task. Every cage comes with a new furry face, and it feels good to use his body for physical work again; his height is for once an advantage instead of a pain and saves him the effort of pulling out the ladder Natalya pointed out for him earlier.
Around the time he reaches the halfway point, Natalya pokes her head in to check on him.
«Things alright in here?» She asks, sounding remarkably, almost friendly. Just a tad less grouchy and he might even give her credit for trying. «I’m gonna go for a walk with the dogs. You good to stay here for another hour?»
Yuri nods, doing his best to keep his expression from screaming ‘my schedule is a black void of nothingness with the exception of the weekly calls to my grandpa’. Every now and then he gets a text from Yakov reminding him to eat a minimum of two meals a day and get something between eight to ten hours of sleep, but other than that his time is his to do with as he pleases.
«If someone rings the bell, just tell them to come back some other time.»
Yuri raises an eyebrow. «And if I can actually help them?»
She looks him dead in the eye. «Don’t. Most likely they want more info about the adoption process or they want to schedule an adoption meeting—you’ve been trained for neither. Just tell them to come back. If they’re serious, they will.»
Her semi-friendly tone is all but gone as she observes him. The way her gaze lingers on his leopard printed vans and the bold print of his hoodie reminds him of Lilia when he first met her—but unlike Lilia who always fought to bring out the potential she saw in him, Natalya looks more like she’d like to see him reduced to dirt than anything else.
She stares at him and some old, stubborn part of him wants to bite back, call her a hag and stomp off somewhere to stew until she comes creeping back. But that tactic never really worked with Mila or Lilia or Victor, and imagining the faces of his grandpa or Yuuko if they saw him behave like a literal fifteen-year old just… doesn’t appeal to him.
«Fine,» he says, «But chasing them away doesn’t sound as the best tactic if you want them to come back.»
And in true fifteen-year old fashion, Natalya glares at him with the power of a thousand burning suns and slams the door—or, well, more like shuts it firmly to not scare the animals, but the intent is there.
A drawn out, raspy meow from Belle reminds him of the dirty bedding he’s holding and what he should be doing with it.
«Yuuko better be feeling fucking proud right now,» he grumbles and whips it once, twice; successfully transferring a ton of cat hairs from the bedding onto his newly washed, black jeans.
***
Natalya is, in fact, not back within an hour. Yuri finishes up with the cages, and since he’s not allowed to help any clients if they happened to stop by anyways, he waits in the back, mostly out of spite. But fifteen minutes passes, the cats are pacing in their cages and complaining, and she’s still not back, so he refills all of their water bowls and then—after a quick glance at the feeding schedule taped to the wall—he refills their food bowls too.
Josef is the one who finds him thirty minutes later on the ground making funny faces at a dozing tabby who really couldn’t care less. The cats all perk up at the sound of someone entering the room; even Yuri’s lazy tabby meows for attention.
«Ah… I see you’re having fun?» Josef says, absently pressing his knuckles against one of the cages to let one of the cats sniff them. «Have they’ve been out already?»
«What? No. Natalya told me to clean the cages, but they’ve been acting weird ever since I finished.»
«Wow, she sure isn’t going easy on you, giving you the crappiest job first,» he says, and Yuri has to physically ease his hold on the keychain he’s been fiddling with to avoid breaking the chain. In the beginning it could be accounted to a bad mood, but now it’s really starting to look as if she doesn’t want him here. Either Josef doesn’t notice the tight set of his jaw or he chalks it up to the fact that he’s just spent two hours cleaning cages; there’s nothing but a curious tilt to his voice as he continues:
«She didn’t tell you about the socialising? We usually let them out of their cages after cleaning for some playtime. If they were to adopted by a family with kids, for an example, we want them to be fairly used to humans. So we take them out in batches of ten to play.»
At his blank look, Josef waves him up. «I’ll show you.»
Three batches of ten for thirty minutes each; they carry them one by one into a playdate room with boxes of cat toys, water bowls and a cat tree stationed in the corner. Belle scratches him in thanks before she darts out of his grip, tail lifted high and haughty like she owns the place. Even though she’s small in size, Yuri doesn’t miss that some of the other cats shy away from her, so that might very well be the case.
When every cat is safely moved and the exit properly barricaded, Josef gives him a few safety instructions and tells him to yell out if he needs him. Something about paperwork or responsibility or whatever, Yuri had two cats in his lap and tried to secure a third one climbing from his shoulder to his head at the time, and multitasking was never a specialty of his to begin with.
The lazy tabby who didn’t appreciate Yuri’s funny faces earlier is apparently called Rolf. Josef carried him in earlier, and the second he had all paws back on earth he headed for the cat tree, probably to continue his day-long nap with a higher vantage point. A single narrow eyed look and a flick of Belle’s tail as Rolf nears is all it takes to dissuade him from that idea.
Instead he curls up at Yuri’s side and keeps a watchful eye on Belle, tail curled around himself. Yuri’s hand finds its way into his fur almost on its own, and after a tense second in which Rolf contemplates wether protection is worth the ear scritches, he softens and closes his eyes to doze.
«Hmph, coward,» he says, carding his fingers through the soft fur of his neck. «Letting her boss you around like that, where’s your pride?»
Rolf rumbles with a deep, vibrating sound and offers no other response except the lazy curl of a paw.
The cats look happy to do their own thing; dozing on the different levels of the cat tree, sniffing around the water bowls in search of food, snuggling up to him for some attention or just to be petted for a while.
One of the boxes next to the door is filled with cat toys, and especially the younger, more playful cats seem to enjoy chasing after jingling balls and swatting at stuffed mouse toys. Yuri manages to lure some of the lazier cats in the cat tree down by using a plastic fishing rod with a feather at the end of the line, tickling their noses and pulling away when they try to bat at it until they’re leaping from one spot to another with their claws out to catch and kill.
When the first half hour is up, most of the cats aren’t all that happy to be picked up again and placed back in their cages. A new set of scratch marks join their comrades on his arms, courtesy of two worked up cats whom he doesn’t know the names of.
Cute little bastards.
Natalya is having her own playtime with some of the dogs in the other room, wrestling them for a chewy toy and scolding them lightly when they get overeager and jump up on her.
She hasn’t noticed him yet, so he leans on the doorframe and crosses his arms as he observes. A moment later he realizes that he looks like a moody teenager and plants his arms back at his sides, shuffling his feet a little to rearrange himself.
«I thought you said you’d be back in an hour.»
Her smile slips for a moment and one of the dogs bark triumphantly as he finally manages to steal the chewy toy from her lax grip. Immediately, two of his smaller cage mates leap on him, yipping and shoving their noses beneath him to snatch the toy away for themselves.
Natalya fixes him with a sour look. «I took a longer route and came back twenty minutes ago. What about it?»
«Oh, I don’t know, you could’ve told me?» He says and crosses his arms. «Or you could’ve explained that I was supposed to do the socialising thing after I was finished, instead of leaving me waiting for you to toss me a crumble.»
She snorts, and Yuri scowls. «What, is that too much to ask? I’m here to help, but it doesn’t really look as if you want me to.»
«Yeah, sure, you’re here to help,» she snorts. «Believe it or not, but I’m not gonna waste my time training someone seriously when you’re obviously not taking it seriously.»
«Where is that even coming from? I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me—you’re the one who’s not taking me seriously!»
«Oh, for fucks sake, you’re an olympic champion and my brother has your posters plastered on his walls! You show up here in your flashy clothes with no experience volunteering, and I’m supposed to what? Act as if it’s not a publicity stunt? Sure, you can clean cages and cuddle with cats as much as you want, but at the end of the day you’re gonna make your dramatic return to figure skating next season with a better reputation than Jesus himself. I want nothing to do with it,» she says, looking slightly redder in the face than before.
It’s Yuri’s turn to snort, and he doesn’t bother to hide the sceptic look on his face. «Who the hell shot your Santa Claus? First off, I’m not going back to skating. Long story short, my injury from the Grand Prix was just the feather to tip the scale; my body’s so busted the doctors won’t allow me to even look at a rink, so that’s a big no. Second, I get three worried phone calls a week from people who want me to get out of my apartment, so I thought doing something nice for the society would be a good start. And also: cats. I really like cats.»
He looks down his nose at her and raises a sharp, blond eyebrow. «Are we done here?»
***
The next morning, Yuri wakes up feeling like piece of shit gone through the drier. His shoulders are sore from leaning into cages all day yesterday, aching in ways he’s grown unaccustomed to after so long away from the ice and the training regime following it. He twinges as he reaches up into the cupboard to retrieve a mug, but he sucks it up; feeling like a piece of shit after coffee is usually better than feeling like a piece of shit prior. Maybe it’s time to pick up a membership at a gym or something.
The thirty minute long bus ride to the shelter sounds about as tempting as eating the leftover kibble in the dogs’ feeding bowls, but being a no-show after yesterday’s shitshow is absolutely out of the question. Natalya and her entitled opinion can go die in a hole for all he cares, but hell if he’s gonna let her think she’s right about him.
His closet has been forty percent workout clothes and fifty percent tiger stripes and band logos since he turned fourteen, but he fishes out a plain, black hoodie and a pair of white sneakers he’s used maybe two times in his life. Not that the chance of being recognised out on the street was very high to begin with here, but he knows his absence has made the atmosphere among his fans more… turbulent than usual.
He leaves his apartment with the hood pulled down low and arrives at his bus stop five minutes early. He keeps his earbuds in and his nose buried in his phone for most of the ride, and for once he doesn’t make a ruckus on his way in, instead shutting the door gently behind him.
Natalya looks up, for once not with a frown. Her hair is pulled away from her face with a bandana, and it takes him back to an onsen in a has-been town with nothing to speak off except their broken ace and the people who love him. But unlike Mari, Natalya has none of that easygoing confidence. She looks at him with weariness in her eyes, pen halting in the air and stumbling in its steadfast ‘taptaptap’ against the counter. She looks ready to say something, but makes no move to do so.
«Where do you need me?» He asks, tilting his head to the side in a manner his grandpa would scoff at. It’s a bad habit he hasn’t quite managed to shake since his teens, and an annoying coworker isn’t what’s gonna inspire him to get rid of it. It’ll take a heartfelt apology and a bag of newly baked piroshki to even consider, and Natalya hasn’t even made it halfway.
«Uhm, dogs,» she says, blinking a little to compose herself. «I’ve finished most of their morning walks, but Yoda, Dany and Eloise haven’t been out yet. Take them to—you know that park two blocks from the mall? The one with the little pond and oak trees, right by the dentist office? Take them there.»
Unlike the cats, the dogs’ cages are all marked with their names and are thus easy to find. Yoda is apparently the shi tzu who always greets him with a hoarse ‘bork’ when he passes by his cage. He and Dany, a standard poodle and are two of the older residents well-used to the routine. He fastens leashes to their collars and leads them down the hall to the last cage. Unlike her buddies, Eloise is a bundle of endless energy, constantly pulling at her leash to run ahead and very insistent in where she wants to go.
Except for the occasional jogger and elderly person passing by with sneakily hidden bags of bird seeds, the park is theirs to rule. They keep a leisurely pace so that everyone will have the time to stop and sniff at lampposts, flecks of grass or a bush of interest. Natalya gave him the ok to let Dany loose without a leash if it wasn’t crowded, and she trots diligently a few steps behind him, sometimes slacking off a bit or taking the lead as it suits her.
Yuri’s experience with poodles is limited to Makkachin, and seeing Dany leaping ahead does bring back memories of the countless times Victor had him dog-sit for the weekend whenever he planned to whisk his husband away. But Dany doesn’t jump onto him or bulldoze him down with wet kisses and snouts pressed under his chin like Makkachin. It’s been a while since he though about her, actually. Maybe he should give those two idiots a call later.
Once everyone has found a spot worthy of their droppings, they head back. On their way in, Yuri holds the door open for a father and his daughter. Between them is a carrier, tightly shut and with a familiar, furry face hiding behind the bars.
“—can’t wait to introduce Ketchup to Billy; do you think they’ll get along? I hope so since…”
Is all he hears of their conversation, even as he turns to watch them leave with Rolf; or Ketchup, as it seems he’ll be known as from now on. Good for him.
Yuri leads the dogs back to their pens and hangs the leashes back on their hooks. He refills their water bowls and spends some time showering a long faced mixed breed with affection.
While he’s been out, Natalya and Josef got started on cleaning the cat cages and are almost finished by the time he pokes his head through the door.
«Ah, there you are, Yura. Could you just get started on the socialising while we finish up here?» Josef asks.
Natalya has her back to him, shoulders tense and hunched. Josef hands her some clean bedding, and their gazes meet for a split second across her shoulder before she breaks it off.
***
They meet in the playroom with the eyes of ten cats on them. Belle has finally accepted his existence and even lets he pet her; the first touch to her furry, little head is hesitant and careful, ready to pull away at any sign of hostility. She stares at him as he pets in slow, light movements, and then her head sinks back to the floor and her eyes close slowly.
Yuri holds his breath, almost moved to tears at the display of tolerance trust.
Natalya joins him on the floor with her back to the wall, and she is immediately surrounded. One cat comes out victorious and settles on her lap, purring loud enough for him to hear six feet away. Two others settle down on each side of her thighs, pressed close to steal some of her warmth.
They sit in silence for a while. Yuri has no need to break it; he’s not the one who should be apologising right now, so if Natalya wants to stew, he’ll let her stew.
“I’m not really sorry. I mean— My thoughts, not the way I treated you. The way I treated you was pretty shitty, to be honest, but I don’t think it’s weird for me to be suspicious when an Olympic champion stumbles in and wants to volunteer at an understaffed shelter. But I guess it wasn’t very fair to you, and we need more volunteers, so, y’know, you’re welcome to stay.»
It’s a pretty crappy apology in his opinion; no eye contact, no bag of piroshki, and he never actually heard the words ‘I’m sorry’ in there. But well, he’s probably delivered much worse apologies himself when he was her age—not that that’s a high bar to reach.
«I could show you how to work the computer system later, if you want,» she offers.
«Sure.»
He can’t waste time on grudges when there are cats to pet and cages to clean.
Thank you for reading! This was a gift for cadencekismet! I had some trouble coming up with something for your prompts, but I hope you liked it :)
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Yulya
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by LonelyPsycho
“Hey, Baba, listen! In abbreviation LGBT I am “G”, not “T”!”
“Everybody knows you’re “G”, Yurotchka,” Bubicheva is nickering. “G” is for a great jerk! Only… it won't save you. You owe me a wish. Perform.”
There’s no escape. A deal is a deal. Mila’s won and Plisetsky’s got into a trouble. God! She’s made up such nonsense: to change into a girl and pick up a gay! And a kiss! It’s exactly what must be done.
Words: 1631, Chapters: 1/24, Language: English
Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Mila Babicheva, Georgi Popovich
Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques Leroy/Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov & Yuri Plisetsky, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Otabek Altin & Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Humor, Drama & Romance, Love/Hate, AU, OOC, UST, Smoking, Alcohol
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UYOQxu
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the old alyona vasilievna that lives in victor’s building in the first apartment on the first floor is a woman who hates everyone. she glares at newborn babies, shoos makkachin away with a broom and snorts whenever she sees victor even though he greets her with a smile, always. there’s rumour going around among the tenants that she’s a witch, a guardian of the place, since she probably should already be dead but death doesn’t take the evil ones. or so says dina aleksandrova from number 28.
it’s with good reason then that victor fears alyona vasilievna’s wrath when yuuri moves in with him. he tries to sneak around as quietly as possible so as not to garner the old woman’s attention and for the most part he succeeds. only, he fails when it’s most important -- he lets yuuri walk makkachin on his own.
now, yuuri has been doing great in remembering the directions to the rink and back, the little park a few streets over and other key locations, so in that department he’s safe. but alyona vasilievna is not something either of them accounted for.
so when victor first hears that yuuri has met the sweet lady from our building he things nothing of it. the next time he does, he smiles, because yuuri brings in a raspberry pie with him. another time, he blushes and croons, because in yuuri’s arms there’s a beautiful bouquet of tiny spring flowers.
and there is nothing suspicious in that.
except there is, because one day victor and yuuri go on the walk with makka and while they are heading back, the doors to number 18 open and alyona vasilievna glares at them from above. victor’s hand immediately squeezes yuuri’s tighter and he steps forward a little as if to protect him, but it seems like yuuri has other plans. he passes victor and greets the woman like an old friend.
“how are your flowers?” yuuri asks. “did the sprinkler help?”
“it did, that it did,” alyona vasilievna says, looking just as unhappy as she always does. “good thing there’s still helpful young men like you around, yurotchka.”
here, she definitely glares at victor who tries really really hard not to bolt up the stairs like makka has done moments ago. he sweats in place though, and toughs it out, because yuuri is there and victor is not saving his own hide before he knows that yuuri is also safe. but... he seems... okay?
victor blinks in confusion when yuuri smiles at alyona vasilievna’s words.
“if you ever need help with anything, just call for me,” he says. “I’ll be happy to help. and I’m sure victor will be, too.” two sets of eyes turn to victor at once and every last hair on victor’s body stands on attention. “won’t you, vitya?”
“um... yes, of course?” he agrees, fairly sure he’s just sold his soul to the devil.
alyona vasilievna snorts like is her habit and turns to yuuri again. “I have some leftover borscht, why don’t you take some?”
and with said borscht they finally make it upstairs where only behind the closed doors victor’s breath actually returns into his lungs. with wide eyes and too freaked out to comprehend what just happened, victor looks at yuuri and sqeuaks:
“so the sweet lady from our building you were friends with... was... it is...”
“isn’t she just the cutest?” yuuri agrees with a sweet smile. “I wish we were like that when we grow old.”
he seems to catch himself and blushes at what he just accidentally said, but honestly, victor is too shaken to tease him about it. the only thing he can say to that is what has been hard-pressed against his heart from the moment he realized the truth about yuuri’s new friend.
“wow,” it slips from his lips and yuuri smiles at him, and wow. victor just can’t believe his fiance -- he’s just a man full of surprises, and they just keep on giving.
#yuri on ice#victuuri#viktuuri#victor nikiforov#yuuri katsuki#victuri#my fics#bc yuuri charming old ladies all around is a THING and you can bet your ass that he'd do just that#the boy has a heart of gold and I adore him so!!! much!!!
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so I know we like to joke about Nikolai asking Yuri about Otabek after WTTM but he would?? so imagine Yuri rambling all these things he knows about this new friend or alternatively going "yeah, we became friends at the GPF. He's cool" but Nikolai knowing better bc Yurotchka doesn't normally make friends or call other skaters 'cool' "You should invite him over" "He lives in Kazakhstan grandpa" "You should invite him anyway"
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My girlfriend and I are going to adopt animals as our children when we're old enough. Two cats and a dog. Their names will be Yurotchka, Vitya, and Atomic Bomb.
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remember when they misspelled yurotchka lol
i say this with as much genuine emotion in my heart as i can possibly muster:
i just don’t rly care
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yurotchka-plisetsky >> prince-sirius
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Fictober 2021 - Day 21
Prompt number: 21 - What did I say?
Fandom: Yuri on ice
Rating: G
Tags: russian fam, slice of life
It was jumping practice day at the rink and, for once, Yuuri felt like he was making progress. Today he was working on his salchow and had yet to fall. All the landings so far had been wobbly, but he was landing.
He was feeling pleased with himself. And then Yuri decided he needed to ask something.
Yuuri choked on his water and Mila slapped Yuri on the back of his head.
"What? What did I say?"
"You're being rude, Yura," Georgi chided.
Yuri bristled. "How am I being rude?! I just want to know how it's possible for Katsudon to have such a good triple axel when he can't do a salchow better than a novice... if anything, I'm complimenting him!" He said crossing his arms in front of him, defensively.
Everyone stared at him for a moment, trying to think of how to make him see the problem.
"Thank you?," Yuuri finally said, confused.
Mila sighed placing one hand to her forehead. For a moment she looked like a younger Yakov. It was terrifying. "Yura, you really have to start thinking about how you express yourself. You can't blurt out things like that in front of the press."
Georgi nodded beside her but Yuri looked doubtful.
"Besides, if you're so talented", she continued while poking him, "why don't you offer to help instead?"
Yuri swated her hand away, trying to slide behind Georgi discreetly and failing. "Leave me alone, baba! What do you know? Maybe I will!"
It was a good thing Yuuri hadn't started drinking his water again or he would have choked again. "Wait, really?"
"Huh?" Yuri looked at him confused before realizing what he had just said. "I mean... sure, I guess." He shrugged and looked away.
"I'd really appreciate it, Yura," he said smiling
"Shut up. I just... I should have the best competition." His face turned a little red. It always surprised Yuuri how shy Yuri could actually be sometimes. "Otherwise, how will everybody know I am the best when I beat you?" He finished raising his head again, his confidence back.
They did their best not to laugh at his earnestnes. He looked like a puffed up kitten.
Georgi tried to disguise it by wiping a tear away. "Look at our Yurotchka, Mila! They grow up so fast!"
"Ugh! Why are you so embarrasing? C'mon, Katsudon, let's get this over with!" he said before skating away.
Yuuri dared to take another sip from his water bottle before following him. Maybe their ice tiger wasn't good with his words yet, not that Yuuri was any better, but his actions spoke volumes and for them it was enough."
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I wish I knew how complex Google Docs AI is. It seems to be getting really adept at recognizing romanized Russian pet names and yells at me if I swap an a for an o in Yurotchka. Is it just because it pays attention to my writing? Or has it guessed I’m writing YOI fanfic and compared it to the other YOI fanfic out there?
It’s interesting because whatever spellcheck Chrome uses in Tumblr is different from the spell check (”do you mean”) in Google search is different from results within Google docs.
(Yurotchka and Yuratchka both get redlined in Tumblr in Chrome, It asks if I mean Yuratchka if I type Yurotchka in search, and in Docs it redlines Yuratchka but not Yurotchka.)
I’m swearing less often at ridiculous corrections it’s making to my grammar.
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Tagged by: @noonedefeatsme
rules: answer these 85 statements & tag 20 people
the last:
1. drink: pepsi (lol self medicating)
2. phone call: the only person i call is my grandpa
3. text message: "myth puppy" from @alma---vivo
4. song you listened to: believe me natalie by the killers
5. time you cried: yesterday morning
have you ever:
6. dated someone twice: nope
7. kissed someone and regretted it: once lol, that's why i was crying
8. been cheated on: nope
9. lost someone special: does potentially special count? i was too young to remember anything about her, but i know she was special to me already
10. been depressed: i'm getting better
11. gotten drunk & thrown up: nope
favorite colors:
12. purple
13. red
14. pink
in the last year have you:
15. made new friends: i have!!! and i've been so happy for the first time in a long long time
16. fallen out of love: obviously
17. laughed until you cried: on more than one occasion!
18. found out someone was talking about you: i'll take this to mean "talking shit behind my back" and yes, of course, have you seen the internet? people have been talking shit about my achievements since i debuted in juniors three years ago
19. met someone who changed you: interestingly enough, one changed me in bad ways and the others changed me in better ways than i could ever imagine
20. found out who your friends are: found out i had way more friends than i thought. i've got a problem with understanding my relationships with people
21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: i'm gonna be real right now. i don't run my official facebook account so i have no idea who i have added on there
general:
22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: okay i checked just for you and yes they're all the accounts of senior skaters, so i know most of them (also i finally remember who minami kenjirou is)
23. do you have any pets: my two kitties potya and mariska 💕
24. do you want to change your name: i was gonna be cheeky and say "uwu my last name uwuwuwuwu" but do you know how long that name would be??? Too Long. so i guess i don't have to call about changing all my merch
25. what did you do for your last birthday: had a movie marathon (note to self, start marathons earlier than 5pm)
26. what time did you wake up: 4am? it might've been 5. i have a hard time sleeping at night
27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching youtube to help me pass out
28. name something you can’t wait for: getting married
31. what are you listening to right now: vitya snoring quietly
32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i think there was an interviewer once named tom?? idk
33. something that is getting on your nerves: there's a fly in here and i have no idea where it is
34. most visited website: tumblr.hell, youtube, or netflix
35. hair colour: i can see there being discourse about this in the future (cause yall pick the dumbest things sometimes) but i'm a natural blond
36. long or short hair: my hair is past shoulder-length by now
39. piercings: here's a cool piece of trivia. i got my ears pierced a long time ago, i just rarely ever wear earrings
40. blood type: B. i'm not gonna lie, i had to check my own wiki page for that one
41. nicknames: you guys know most of my nicknames by now: yura, yurotchka, yusha, yushka, kotik, koneko, kitten, etc
42. relationship status: taken x4 combo!
43. zodiac: pisces
44. pronouns: he/him
45. favourite tv show: princess tutu or vampire diaries (both got me through hard times don't @ me)
46. tattoos: i love how they look but i'm not sure if i'll get any
47. right or left handed: right-handed
48. surgery: none.... yet, knock on wood
49. piercing: awesome this is on twice
50. sport: figure skating ofc. i would put ballet on here but i don't dance competitively so does it even count as a sport?
51. vacation: i had the wonderful opportunity of going to universal studios, epcot, disney's hollywood studios, and disney world all in the span of a week
52. pair of trainers: only for exercising
more general
53. eating: snuck outta the nest awhile ago to get some fruit
54. fav drink: fUCK i LOVE SMOOTHIES. STRAWBerry smoothies, mANGO smoothies, pour it down my throat you COWARDS
55. what you’re up to: being the middle of a vitya and seung-gil cuddle sandwich
56. waiting for: someone to wake up
57. want: seung to Move his Hand lmao
58. get married: yeah 🐱
59. career: jj wrote "Gold medalist ;)" so im gonna write "goldier medalist ;*"
which is better:
60. hugs or kisses: i love to be kissed. also, lemme point out it didn't say where the kisses are going
61. lips or eyes: lips, their shape, their color, lipstick, lipgloss (though, eyes are also fascinatingly beautiful)
62. shorter or taller: taller. tall people are easier to spot in a crowd
63. older or younger: young
64. nice arms or nice stomach: all tummies are perfect canvasses for me to write my name or rest my head
65. hook up or relationship: definitely relationship, i wouldn't have been able to do hookups i think
66. troublemaker or hesitant: the thing is, you need to have both. an impulsive, "spontaneous" person will make the cautious, "calculating" person open up to doing things they never would have done, but they also keep the impulsive person from doing anything dangerous
have you ever:
67. kissed a stranger: nope
68. drank hard liquor: noo
69. lost glasses/contact lenses: i-i don't have glasses!
70. turned someone down: pffff the amount of angels who were clearly in heat and on twitter (a bad combination already) and asking me to father their pups has been hilarious considering i physically cannot do so
71. sex on the first date: no
72. broken someone’s heart: not that i know of
73. had your heart broken: yes
74. been arrested: absolutely not, i'm a good boy
75. cried when someone died: obviously??? i'm a human being?? i cried when binx died in hocus pocus and he didn't even actually die
76. fallen for a friend: fuck off
do you believe in
77. yourself: only if i'm motivated by something else, usually proving to people that they shouldn't underestimate me
78. miracles: everyday is a miracle, like when i wake up and i see my pack wasn't just a dream, or every time i make them smile
79. love at first sight: no, and if you think it does you're going to have a bad time
80. santa claus: i havent believed in ded moroz since i was seven, grandpa used to say that if he was ded moroz, i could be snegurochka because if i grew my hair out i'd look just like her pfff he's right though
81. kiss on the first date: if it went well, go for it!
82. angels: ive never been very religious or spiritual but i do find comfort in the idea of guardian angels
83. current best friend’s name: aside from my pack, there's phichit/pchela (@justpeachyphichit), seung-gil (@alma---vivo), and of course mila (@milababaecheva)
84. eye colour: blue/green
85. favourite movie: besides the lion king, i really love the movie black swan
20 is way too many people to tag so if i mentioned you in this post you can count that as me tagging you? if you want? idk i'm so tired i spent almost four hours typing this
#tag meme#yura talks#this took so long bc i had to format it by hand since i'm on mobile#i hate html so much
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Question: I know Yuri K is not Russian. But if Victor want to use Russian pet name on him, what would he call him that would be different from Yuri P? When they're still friend, to boyfriend/lover, to Fiance, to Husband/Spouse. Yuri K is his Love and Life, and Yuri P would be his brother-like. What Russian pet name would be good for them from Victor?
I think if Victor wants to use a pet name for Katsuki, and he isn’t using something Japanese Yuri asked to call him (I don’t speak Japanese so I have no idea what that would be), he’ll probably call him Yura, starting some time after the engagement, or even after the wedding.
Russian diminutives don’t apply to foreign names (and to Victor’s ear Russian and Japanese “Yuri” are, in fact, slightly different names), so at first he’ll be hesitant to use anything that’s not Yuri’s full name. But occasionally, Russians may use a Russian diminutive to a similar non-Russian name, as a sign of accepting the person as their own, kind of like Yuri’s mother calls Victor Vicchan - so, I think Victor might eventually go for that.
For Katsuki, for a long time (years or even decades; until everyone kind of forgets his name isn’t Russian) it wouldn’t be anything but Yura (the most neutral and frequently used diminutive); that one is already taking liberty.
As for Plisetsky, I personally think it would be Yurka; that’s a very casual and sibling-like way to call a Yuri. Yurotchka is a way to address a little kid, so Yakov can get away with that, but Victor probably can’t, even if he wanted to. There are other forms, like Yurets and Yurchik; Victor might use one of them, too, but they’re more rare and sound slightly more dismissive (to me, at least).
However, I don’t think Victor would put any particular effort into coming up with two different pet names. They’d either come naturally (Yura/Yurka, Yuri/Yurio, Yura/Yurchik), or he’d just call them both Yura and have them deal with it, clarifying “my Yura” or “the little Yura” when necessary.
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