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Prompt Post 1

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_{Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky}

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Hey! I filled this and posted it on AO3, the links http://archiveofourown.org/works/11531805 I hope you enjoy it, I had a lot of fun writing it!

OP: Aaahh! this was really cute :D Thank you so much for filling - chubby Yuuri was an added bonus!

(w!anon needs to come up with an actual title for this mess)

He didn't even realize what was going on at first, until he tried to get out of bed and collapsed on the floor instead. He felt dizzy, lightheaded, and then unspeakably horny, and dimly, he realized Oh. That's what it was like.

He hadn't been in heat since he was fourteen. He remembered the experience, but he'd always assumed that at least part of its intensity had been the simple fact that he was fourteen. He hadn't exactly needed heat to make him unspeakably horny, at that age. Not that he really needed it now, with Yuuri right next door to him, rehearsing his Eros routine daily, changing in the locker room in front of him and bathing with him every night. But somehow this was an entirely different matter; more intense, maybe, more single-minded.

Apparently some doctors really believed the omega body needed to experience heats — the reason the packs of pills had those off days, the sugar pills he discarded at the end of every cycle — but his never had. You can take the brown ones if you want, some time, if you've got some romantic getaway planned, but otherwise, there's no need. Though it had been several years before any doctor had even said that much; he wasn't sure if it had been his youth or his athletic promise that had kept them from breathing a word about opting in to heat cycles, or if it was just some kind of agreement with Yakov to keep him on the strongest and most effective possible suppressants.

No romantic getaways here. This wasn't the very last time he would have chosen to have this happen — during the Grand Prix final, or Worlds, would have to take that honor — but it was near the end of the list. Clearly, his body had decided enough was enough after being wrapped around Yuuri and pressed up against Yuuri and curled up with Yuuri in bed. And Victor couldn't even disagree. It just would have been nice if he could have had a bit of a discussion with his reproductive system, perhaps explain to it that Yuuri was the one who needed convincing.

He managed to get back up and crawl into bed again; he felt feverish, weak, even somewhat achy, as if he had the flu. And when he moved, he could feel himself lubricating. The convenience factor was almost completely offset by how unpleasant it felt. He could almost hear Yurio saying Gross.

Yurio. That was a problem. They'd never had to deal with it, since Victor had been studiously avoiding heats since well before Yurio entered the picture. But Yurio was "his alpha," effectively; when they were in contact, their cycles would be synced, and there was a real chance that even at this distance Yurio would be aware of Victor's heat. The poor boy was fifteen; he didn't exactly need to go into rut to make his life more embarrassing. And he'd looked miserable after Skate Canada, so he'd be wanting to train harder than ever, not lock himself away.

The other problem, of course, was right next door, and he could actually hear it stumbling around in the hallway. He was proud, actually. Clearly Yuuri had, for once, risen with his alarm instead of hitting the snooze button five times. If only he'd chosen a better day to do it. The footsteps paused by Victor's door, then continued, and Victor let out a breath.

In one way, going into heat would solve the problem nicely. It was hard to be sure how much of Yuuri's emotional reticence was cultural — he knew people in Japan were less demonstrative, in general — and how much was just Yuuri, but either way, despite the cuddling, despite Yuuri's increasing comfort with Victor's clinginess, and despite the kissing, they hadn't actually discussed their relationship even though Victor felt sure that kissing marked a clear upgrade. Maybe clear enough that Yuuri felt a discussion wasn't needed? But if alphas found this heat business sexually irresistible, for whatever reason, and that drove Yuuri to actually make the first move for once, well, he'd have a hard time avoiding a conversation about their relationship once they were knotted.

Though it seemed a little like cheating. He didn't want Yuuri to have sex with him entirely because of hormones, pheromones, and the apparent alpha conviction that nothing was more sexually irresistible than a dripping, sweating, desperate omega. Those were perfectly acceptable reasons later, once they'd established that Yuuri enjoyed having sex with him under other circumstances, but it was non-ideal for their first time, he thought.

And it might even go both ways; Yuuri should have an inkling, by now, that Victor wanted him regardless of his hormonal state, but there was that lack of relationship discussion again. Maybe Yuuri realized, or maybe he just thought Russians kissed their platonic friends dramatically on international TV all the time and coaches routinely spooned their athletes to celebrate medals. He might be under the misguided impression that heat was the only thing motivating Victor to straddle him, and feel unnecessarily conflicted about giving in. It would be nice to have all that cleared up before smacking Yuuri in the face with a wall of pheromones and an insatiable hunger for cock.

So if he was decided on the merits of riding this out, rather than using it as an excuse to pounce on Yuuri, he'd need to do something. Quarantine himself somewhere? He thought he remembered seeing a hotel sign somewhere in Hasetsu between the station and Yu-topia, but it had been quite a while and he might have been mistaken.

And of course, when he had questions about Hasetsu or needed help arranging something in Japan, he'd always turned to Yuuri. This was going to be a challenge.

He managed, online, to locate the hotel he thought he remembered, but he hesitated over making a reservation. He didn't want Yuuri to think he was fleeing to defend his virtue, and besides, they'd need to coordinate exactly how to handle Yuuri's practices while they waited this out.

And then while he was starting a text to Yuuri — he'd typed Bad news and then paused to feel wronged, once again, that there were cat-face emojis for a full range of emotions, including both tears and sighing, but no equivalent with dogs — when he heard footsteps, again. "Victor?" Yuuri asked. "My mom said you hadn't been down all morning. Is everything okay?" And then the door slid open.

It was entertaining to watch, at least. Yuuri took a step into the room before something hit him, and then he actually took a step backward. His glasses fogged over, possibly because his face flushed a deep, hot red; he actually reached out as if to steady himself, though he wasn't near any chairs or tables of the height he was reaching for.

"Oh," he said. "That explains why you didn't come downstairs."

"Sorry, Yuuri. I was just about to text you—"

"It's okay," he said. "I left my phone in my room anyway." He took off his glasses and started to clean them on the hem of his sweatshirt. Victor enjoyed the glimpse of abs that brought him, but he might have enjoyed it more if he couldn't feel a fresh seeping of fluid onto the sheets. Poor Hiroko. She'd reacted to him kissing her son on international television by hugging him when he got in last night, and he repaid her by drenching the sheets and possibly ruining the mattress.

"I hope the smell's not too..." He searched for the right word. "Overpowering?"

"It's honestly not really a smell! It's more like— you know when you open a car door, on a hot, sunny day, and it's sort of like hitting a wall?"

"Mm," Victor agreed. It might be a good sign that Yuuri had forgotten he was Russian. Depending on what Victor's goals were at the moment. He wasn't entirely sure anymore. All he cared about was that Yuuri was right there. In fact, he was moving toward the bed, and Victor could see the outline of at least a partial erection through his sweatpants.

"Victor?"

"Mm?" He tore his eyes away, made himself look at Yuuri's face — his whole face, not just his lips. He'd put his glasses back on.

"Can I sit on the bed?"

"Of course you can," Victor practically purred.

Yuuri got, if anything, even more red. "Maybe I'd better not."

Victor shook his head rapidly. It didn't necessarily clear it — in fact he might have shaken a minor headache into existence — but it helped him reset. "Yuuri, sit on the bed. Please." He was pretty sure he could refrain from pouncing on him.

"Maybe I should just go to the Ice Castle," Yuuri said. "Try laying face-down on the ice. You could go ahead and text me and I'll read it once I'm there."

"Yuuri, just sit on the bed." He grabbed Yuuri's hand and tugged. He had a vague hope of pulling Yuuri off balance and into his lap, but Yuuri, alas, just sat down on the edge of the bed instead. "What's the matter? Are you worried I'm going to attack you?" Perhaps he should have. Just launched himself across the room. Flying tackles seemed like the best way to make a move on Yuuri.

"I just don't want to do anything stupid. The timing's all wrong..."

"It's not good, but it could have been much worse!"

"We only just kissed! And you... I..."

"Why would it be stupid, anyway? I think it would be an excellent idea." He leaned on his arm and tried to tilt his head flirtatiously. It was hard to figure out how to look seductive while sweating and headachey, especially when the target had seen him naked daily for the past six months. And also when the target was refusing to look at him.

"I just don't want to disappoint you?" Yuuri finally said. He also finally looked at him.

"Oh, is that all?" Victor grinned. "Don't worry. My expectations are very low!"

"Oh." Yuuri's shoulders sagged a little. "Good?"

Apparently this was one of those times when earnestness was called for. It would be infinitely easier to be earnest with a dick inside him. I couldn't possibly be disappointed if it's with you, he thought, but the headache — oh, god, was it the same headache that had plagued him when he left Yurio? it had just been lying in wait all this time — and the bodily fluids and the general malaise were probably all going to help him find fault no matter how lovely and emotional the experience itself might be. And after all the time I've spent thinking about this no one could possibly live up to my expectations wasn't going to be very comforting.

"Yuuri! Look at me. I'm disgusting and miserable — I might as well have the flu. And you're obviously nervous. Of course it's going to be awful!" Yuuri didn't look reassured. "Terrible sex is better than none at all," he added helpfully.

"Are you sure about that? I mean, what if I hurt you?"
Victor narrowly restrained himself from mentioning an article he'd read that showed that omegas' tolerance for pain was much improved during heat. "You never know," he said, instead. "Maybe I'd be into it."

The article would have been a better choice. Yuuri looked horrified.

Ok so, what if Omega!Yuuri and Female!Makkachin were both super pregnant at the same time? Maybe Makka has been spending some one-on-one time with Vicchan in this universe? I don't know. Why wasn't she spayed? Don't ask such logical questions. Maybe she was a rescue?

...Whatever, it doesn't matter. What I /do/ know is that Viktor is adorably flustered, trying to spoil the two of them and get everything ready for the many incoming pups.

What the subject line says, pretty much. Any scenario with these three that involves asexual Yuri. Especially if he's asexual but not sex-repulsed, so he gets involved when the other two are having sex, by holding hands or snuggling or kissing.

Squicks are heavy angst, making ace!Yuri uncomfortable or pushing past his boundaries and humiliation.

Yuuri puts Victor in a rope harness that immobilizes his hands, puts him on his knees and uses his mouth while he does something mundane, like reading or watching TV. He can eventually come on Victor's face or flip him over and fuck him, I'm not picky.

Yuuri ties Victor up and uses him for his pleasure, and ofc Victor loves it even though it completely wrings him out. Yuuri rides Victor until Victor can't get it up anymore, and then he switches it up and starts fucking Victor's pliant, tired body while Victor just lies there happily, awed by Yuuri's stamina. Victor is just a toy for Yuuri to use for his own pleasure, and use he will, until he's finished.

Seconded..

Tentacles and the power of love, basically: demon squid thing from Yuri on Festival drama possesses Yuuri through, ahem, nonconventional ways. Victor realises that the best way to banish this demon squid from Yuuri is to show him the power of love -- aka fuck him good.

So potentially noncon from the demon, paired with Victor's magical healing dick. Bonus points for creative tentacle bondage. Bonus bonus points if the aftermath is handled somewhat realistically.

This is awesome. Seconded!

op appreciates how awkward Victor is in navigating This Thing with Yuuri, and hopes for poor Yuri's sake that he can't sense Victor's heat!

Yuri and Victor come up at the same time -tiny, furious 15yo Yuri and elegant, charming 16yo Victor battling it out to become the best in Russia (and the world). With snark and unwanted attraction and hot rough rival sex.

Newly together Yuuri and Victor are figuring out what they like in bed together and how to satisfy the other the best.

It turns out that Victor hasn't done something. It doesn't have to be anything really kinky either. Maybe Victor's never been rimmed or done the rimming, maybe he hasn't been fucked by anyone, maybe he hasn't 69nd with anyone, maybe it's a new position he's never tried... Then he gets this particular first time with Yuuri who has done the thing and likes it. Maybe Yuuri actually asks for the thing, or maybe Victor asks what he likes and Yuuri tells him?

AYRT THANK YOU! This was perfect. Love the title :-)

Nice! I like the way you take a lot of omega verse tropes and turn them on their heads. :-)

At first, Yuri thinks the headlines about the Hero of Kazakhstan kidnapping the Russian Fairy are ridiculous and dumb and not worth paying attention to, but then they start giving him Ideas. These Ideas are terrible and embarrassing but they don't stop coming and they result in a full-blown, over-the-top sex fantasy about knight!Otabek kidnapping and ravishing fairy!Yuri.

Yuri feels kinda guilty for thinking about his new BFF like that, but not enough to stop. After all, it's not like Otabek will ever find out.

In a fantasy setting, Victor is the beautiful human sacrifice offered to Demon Lord Yuri Katsuki, to appease his needs.

Go as crazy as you want with all those tentacles.

(Suggestion: maybe Demon Lord Yuri likes his new toy so much he decides to keep him, instead of killing him after the violation, like he usually does with the offered sacrifices?)

Based on the fanfic in this fandom, it seems to be a lesser-known fact that dog owners need to close the door when they have sex or masturbate, because unlike cats (who don't seem to care), dogs want to Join In The Play Wrestling! Oh Boy! Also, they will stick their noses in your crotch or the general vicinity of your crotch (as dogs are wont to do anyway) because Hey That Smells Different From Usual!!!

So: canonically-existing Dog (Makkachin or Vicchan or Seung-gil's husky) interrupts Character or Pairing of your choice. Everything is great, or at least okay, until suddenly Cold Wet Nose.

Maybe Victor has Chris over. Maybe teenage Yuuri is spending some quality time with his poster collection, or trying to get past second base with Yuuko and/or Takeshi. Maybe Yurio is dogsitting for Victor and Yuuri and they /didn't warn him, the jerks/.

DNW: Pretend or actual bestiality.

Possibly-interested w!anon wants to make sure they understand: is this primarily that Victor is genderfluid in general and not just the bedroom, but in this particular case it manifested in lingerie, or is it specifically lingerie as a vehicle for genderfuckery that doesn't extend out of the bedroom? Or something else?

Oh yeah, guess that wasn't really clear was it?

I had been thinking genderfluid in general, and that he (+she/they, but sticking with "he" now for clarity) just wasn't able to be open about it before because of his PR people, re: the possible impact it would have on sponsors, fans, etc. Honestly though, if you just wanted to write about how he likes messing around with gender roles in the bedroom, I would def enjoy reading that too! :)

For reasons, in an alternate universe, skaters have to have sex with judges before competitions as part of their score. (Not all of them for every skater, that would be too much. Maybe whoever isn't having their way with a given skater watches and takes notes.)

I'd love any take on this - PWP porn, coaches or rinkmates helping a skater improve their score, aftercare with friends/lovers/coaches, JJ banging his way to a bronze medal despite his actual performance, maybe the other skaters have to watch and it's Yuuri's first GPF.... Feel free to add in any other pairings if you want, too.

I want a fic where Viktor is Yuri's biological father. He had him at a very young age and because of that, he doesn't really know how to be a father or what appropriate family relations are. He masturbates openly around Yuri, and has sex with his boyfriend (Yuuri K.) in front of him too, maybe even in the same bed as Yuri while Yuri curiously watches? +143984239 if to teach Yuri about sex Viktor lets Yuri top Yuuri and watches and coaches, maybe even uses his hand to guide Yuri inside of Yuuri. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU

ADOLESCENCE

“Every relationship between two individuals or two groups will be characterized by the ratio of secrecy that is involved in it.” -Georg Simmel

**

Yuuri spent a fair portion of his teen years just… bewildered. It took all his energy just to try to figure himself out and he didn’t have a whole lot of mental or physical energy left over for peering into the hearts and minds of everyone around him. And yet people kept confiding in him!

There had been some references to pheromones in his science books at some point. Maybe he exuded truth serum from his pores?

Yuuri had no idea what was going on or what he could do about it, so instead he just tried to… endure.

** ** **

Yuuri’s not sure what made him follow Naoki into the bathroom.

They aren’t friends. Yuuri doesn’t have many of those, really. But Naoki’s never been mean or a bully, either, so when Yuuri caught a glimpse of the other boy’s scrunched up face and saw him wipe his sleeve over his eyes just before leaving their classroom, Yuuri allowed concern to overcome apprehension and followed him.

As Yuuri tentatively pushed open the door to the lavatory he heard the telltale sniffles coming from the stall at the very end of the row.

“Naoki? Are you… okay?” That was stupid. Gah! Why was he so stupid? Of course he wasn’t okay if he was crying in a bathroom, Yuuri, use your brain.

The sniffling stopped and Yuuri waited through a long, tense silence before the only closed door opened, revealing a splotchy-faced Naoki standing there.

“Do you need-“ Yuuri trailed off. This was a terrible idea. He had no idea what to do here.

“I almost cheated.”

The words were soft but filled with what Yuuri could only describe as loathing. He stood there staring dumbly at Naoki, unable to think of what to say.

Naoki walked over to the line of sinks along the wall and propped himself up with his hands on the sink and his head hanging low. He spoke directly onto the bowl of the sink rather than to Yuuri. “I can’t keep up. And I stayed up all night studying but I still didn’t feel like I knew anything. Math is my worst subject, but it’s my parents’ best, and they have such high expectations…”

Yuuri still couldn’t speak, even after Naoki trailed off to take a deep shuddering breath.

“And so when we took our exam, I could see over at your test book, and at Ai’s. I knew I could see some of your answers if I tried. And I wanted to. I really, really, wanted to because I don’t want to take another poor grade home. I hate to fail and I hate seeing my failure on my parent’s faces-“ Naoki broke off with a sob and turned towards the corner of the bathroom away from Yuuri, scrubbing his eyes with his sleeves. “I didn’t, though. I didn’t change my answers and I didn’t try to see more. But I wanted to.”

“That took strength.” Yuuri’s voice wavered for a moment, but he pushed on. “To face that temptation and to deny it. That is strength. And I know you probably think it was weak, maybe, to consider it. But you didn’t cheat, so you aren’t weak. You are the opposite. Because you got through it and stayed strong and did what you could. So that was honorable.” Yuuri ran out of words and stopped speaking abruptly.

Naoki let out a sound that was half laugh and half sigh. “Maybe. But now I’m an honorable failure who cries in bathrooms. That’s all everyone will be able to see. Not the rest of it.”

Yuuri didn’t know what to tell Naoki about the exam. Or about math or parents or guilt. But he did know what to do about putting yourself back together after crying. He took a strip of towels and soaked them in cold water before walking over to Naoki and handing them over his shoulder. “Put this on your eyes. It’ll help keep the swelling down.”

After a minute or two of exchanging cold paper towels, Naoki dried off his face and heaved his bag over his shoulder, heading towards the door.

“Thank you, Yuuri.” Naoki paused with his hand on the door handle, face downward as though studying the tiled floor. “Can you- Um. Please don’t…”

When he didn’t seem able to continue, Yuuri jumped in. “I won’t say anything. It’s nobody else’s business.”

Naoki didn’t look back at Yuuri and Yuuri could see him nod stiffly and take a deep, shaky breath before opening the door. Over the sound of the stragglers passing in the hallway, Yuuri could just make out the soft “Thanks” repeated back to him.

** ** **

“Have you ever been in love?”

Yuuri gasped in the middle of taking a sip of water and wound up sputtering and choking for several seconds while a laughing and clearly unrepentant Yuuko patted his back ineffectually.

“Wow, Yuuri. That was quite the reaction. Anything you’d like to tell me?”

“WHAT? No! No, no- you just caught me off guard and-“

“Relax, Yuuri,” Yuuko reassured, serious this time. “I’m kidding. About the second question. Not about the original one.”

“I, umm. I’m not sure that I’m the person to be talking to-“

“Yuuuuuu-ri! I’m not asking for your deepest darkest thoughts and secrets. I’m just-“ Yuuko sighed. “I just want to talk to someone about it and I trust you more than just about anyone else, but I’m not sure-“

Yuuri waited, but Yuuko didn’t continue. “You’re not sure that I can really relate?”

“Ummm, yeah.” Yuuko looked like she was regretting starting this entire conversation in the first place and began skating backwards a few feet. “Sorry, Yuuri.”

Yuuri leaned back against the barrier, resting his elbows on the ledge. “Even if I’ve never been in love before, not the real-life kind of love, I can still listen.”

Yuuko smiled at Yuuri, reversing direction and skating over to him, also settling against the wall.

Yuuri waited, without prompting her.

After several long moments, Yuuko took a deep breath and blurted, “So, Takeshi told me he loves me. Yesterday, after practice.”

Yuuri’s eyebrows rose and he turned towards her, but Yuuko wasn’t looking at him, instead her eyes were scanning over the sparsely populated rink and stands. “And…”

“And I said it back to him. And then, umm, ran away.”

“You… ran… away? Right at that moment?”

Yuuko wailed. “I panicked! And then he didn’t say anything to me at all in school today and I saw him in the halls twice.”

“Well, he may have been a little confused by the mixed messages. Maybe he’s giving you space.”

Yuuko crossed her arms over her chest and growled lowly for a moment. “Why would you tell someone you love them and then give them space?”

Yuuri tilted his head at Yuuko, as though that would help this conversation make more sense. “Why would you tell someone you love them and then run away immediately afterwards?”

Yuuko turned her glare from the stands to settle on Yuuri. “While I acknowledge your point, I also resent your rationality.”

“Duly noted, won’t happen again.”

Yuuri didn’t even resist when Yuuko reached out and shoved him, with only a hair more force than playfulness would dictate, allowing himself to slide backwards a few feet along the wall as he laughed.

Yuuko covered her face with her hands. “So what do I do now?”

Seeing a large figure step out onto the ice behind Yuuko, Yuuri smiled and beckoned him over. Takeshi froze, wide-eyed, for several moments before being jostled out of his daze by a knot of primary school skaters rushing to leave the rink.

“Well, you can start by talking to him.”

Yuuko’s head shot up and she threw her hands up in the air dramatically. “I don’t know what to say! Help me come up with something, please!”

“Just say what you told me. You love him. You freaked out. You’re worried. He’ll get it because he’s probably feeling most of that himself.” Yuuri glanced over Yuuko’s shoulder. “In fact, I’m willing to bet on it.

“I- I guess. Maybe I should practice saying it first. Should I write it down? Or maybe try-“

“Well, whatever you want to do, do it quickly, because he’s headed over here right now.”

Yuuko’s eyes bugged out and she whipped around to look at Takeshi skating up behind her then continued her spin until she was facing Yuuri again. How long has he been here? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuuri didn’t have time to answer before Takeshi slid to a stop a few feet away from them. His hair stood up in all directions and his jaw was tense.

“Yu-chan? Can I, umm, we talk?”

“I, well, I mean. Yes. Yes, we should.” She turned to Yuuri, fury forgotten for the moment. “I’ll see you later, Yuuri.”

“Bye Yuuko, Takeshi.”

Takeshi raised a hand in goodbye, turning and reaching that hand out towards Yuuko as he began to skate towards the far and currently empty end of the rink. After a moment, Yuuko reached her hand out as well and took it.

Watching them for a few moments more, Yuuri noticed how Takeshi shortened his strokes to match Yuuko’s and how Yuuko’s fingers curled around Takeshi’s, interlacing them together and holding on tight.

** ** **

Mari settled at the table next to Yuuri, setting a mug of tea slightly closer to Yuuri’s schoolwork than he was comfortable with and holding her own close to her body. She sat silently, watching him as he finished a few more lines in his book before reaching out and taking the mug, carefully, and bringing it to his lips.

“I don’t usually see you up this late working on your studies. Falling behind?” Mari’s eyebrows were slightly raised and there was just a hint of surprise in her tone.

“Trying to get ahead, actually,” Yuuri replied with a sigh. “If I can finish this tonight then I can focus more on training for the regional competition next week. Fewer distractions might help me focus better on my routine.” He drained half the tea and put the cup in the middle of the table.

“Huh,” was Mari’s thoughtful response.

It was several minutes and several more lines in his book before Yuuri heard her shift and place her emptied mug on the table near his. “Can’t say that I miss that.”

“What?” Yuuri asked, distractedly.

“The balancing acts, trying to fit everything in. Can’t say that I ever tried to get ahead, either.” She snorted softly. “Or did more than I really had to do to avoid hearing about it from my teachers or dad.”

Yuuri smiled and put his pencil down. “Yes, that’s a Katsuki for you. Flying under the radar is a specialty of ours.”

Mari cracked up at that, picking up a discarded piece of notebook paper, crumping it up, and throwing to bounce off of Yuuri’s head. “Yeah, rising junior figure skater brother of mine, tell me all about flying under the radar, why don’t you?”

“Very funny. No one outside of Hasetsu knows who I am, Mari.”

“Mari looked at him askance and Yuuri tried to ignore her expression.

“Keep telling yourself that, little brother, if that’s what you need to keep from needing to breath into a paper bag.”

“Hey!” Yuuri made a face at her. Mari remained silent long enough that Yuuri was on the verge of returning to his studies when she put her elbow on the table and proper her chin up on it, gazing off at the wall and avoiding eye contact with him.

“I always figured that I’d stay here and run the onsen with Mom and Dad. I thought about other things to do. I had to in the meetings at school. But nothing ever seemed like it was right for me other than here.” She sighed, long and low. “I don’t regret it now, but…”

Yuuri waited a moment to see if she would continue on her own. “But?”

Mari looked at him again. “I’m worried that someday I might. Regret not moving away, even for a little while. Regret not doing more. Seeing more. I mean, you’re my baby brother and you’ve already been to more countries through your skating than I’ve been to for any reason. What if, someday, I wake up and feel like I’ve missed out on my chance.”

Yuuri considered her words for several seconds. “Do you want to? Go, I mean. Right now? Go somewhere and have an adventure so that you can see if it’s something you need to do?”

“Not really. Like I said, I’m okay with being here right now. It feels right. And mom and dad rely on me.” Mari paused for a telling moment before continuing softly, “I like that.”

Yuuri tried not to think about how that made him the child that wasn’t present. At least not the way Mari was. He knew she didn’t mean it that way. Probably. He mentally directed himself off that path of thought. “Well, consider yourself invited along wherever I go, Big Sister. Cramped hotel rooms in exotic cities where you can explore all the crowded skating rinks your heart could desire.”

Mari snorted and grinned. “Careful, I might actually take you up on that.”

Yuuri smiled back at her. “Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

** ** **

“Shit.”

Yuuri caught Takeshi’s eye in the mirror where the other man stood worrying at his shirt collar and the lopsided bowtie around his neck.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” Takeshi paused for a moment, then growled out a rough, wordless sound. ”No.”

“Nervous?”

“No.”

Yuuri waited until Takeshi met his eyes, then raised his eyebrows.

“…Yes.”

“Want help with your tie?”

“Yes.”

Yuuri waited a beat. “Not gonna change your mind this time?”

“Shut up, jerk.” But Takeshi was laughing now, and Yuuri could feel the tension in the room subside.

Yuuri stood and stepped in front of Takeshi, loosening the sad excuse for a bowtie that lay half-unraveled already and turned up the collar in the back. “Chin up.”

Takeshi raised his chin while Yuuri finished popping his collar and then ran his hands down Takeshi’s shoulders, smoothing out the fabric before arranging the bowtie – fortunately without too many wrinkles in it – around the collar.

“Once upon a time I thought this would be you in this position.” Takeshi kept his head angled, staring at the ceiling and avoiding Yuuri’s eyes.

Yuuri’s hands froze for a long moment, then he took a deep, even breath and resumed arranging the bowtie. “What do you mean?”

The corners of Takeshi’s mouth tightened and his nostrils flared a bit. This close, Yuuri could see these minute expressions easily, but really, having been friends with Takeshi for this long, he didn’t really need the clues. “I’m not playing coy, Takeshi. I want to eliminate any chance for misunderstanding.”

When that didn’t elicit an immediate response, Yuuri dropped the ends of the bowtie and flicked Takeshi in the middle of his forehead, scowling at the other man’s startled curse. “Talk.”

Unexpectedly, Takeshi laughed, even as he turned to the mirror to make sure he didn’t have a bright red mark on his face. “Sorry, Yuuri. “ He turned back to face Yuuri, meeting his eyes levelly and without accusation “I’m just so nervous and I’m remembering how I used to worry all the time that Yuuko would wind up realizing she didn’t want anything to do with me and run off with you.” Takeshi smirked. “Or with your precious Victor.”

“Takeshi, we were never- wait, what?” Yuuri looked gob smacked. How did Victor wind up in this conversation?”

“Well, to be fair he winds up in a lot of conversations with you.” Takeshi smirked down at Yuuri’s scowling face.

“Takeshi…” Yuuri raised his hand, poised to flick again if provoked.

“Okay, okay. Well, you know as well as I do how many leaps an anxious brain can make, whether rational or not. And come on, I know you’re both half in love with him-” At this, Yuuri winced, but Takeshi barreled on, apparently without noticing. “And the Madonna of Ice Castle Hasetsu with the Living Legend of Skating? Seemed a reasonable fear at the time.”

“No, Takeshi.” Yuuri couldn’t restrain his eye roll. “No, it was not.”

Distracted, Yuuri missed Takeshi’s arm movement and cried out in aggravation when Takeshi retaliated by grabbing at his head and ruffling his – for once – neatly combed hair. “Stop it, you jerk!”

“Anyways, I haven’t thought that in a long time. About you, at least. I still think Victor could probably skate into Hasetsu and steal both of you away.”

“Ha ha.” Yuuri’s voice made it clear how not funny he found Takeshi’s suspicion. He did return to fixing Takeshi’s tie, though he might have tugged a little more forcefully than necessary when rearranging the cloth before formed the first half of the bow. “You know that she’s as crazy about you as you are about her. And that the two of us have never been anything more than very good friends.”

“I know. I do. I don’t know why that came to mind now.” Takeshi sounded thoughtful. “I haven’t actually told anyone about that before. Not even Yuuko.”

“Really? You two tell each other everything.” Surprised, Yuuri glanced up from wrapped the second tail to meet Takeshi’s eyes briefly.

“Nearly. But I think if I mentioned that to her she’d do a lot more than flick me in the head.”

Yuuri snorted. “You’re not wrong.”

With a last tug to straighten out the loops and ends of the bow, Yuuri stepped back to survey Takeshi’s appearance. “There, you’re done.”

Takeshi turned back to the mirror and nodded in approval.

“You’re good at this.”

“I’ve got a few secrets hidden away, still.”

Takeshi laughed and tugged at the sleeves of his suit. “And collecting more all the time.”

They both turned at the knock on the door and saw Takeshi’s father waving them out with a smile. Takeshi’s eyes went wide and he swallowed audibly, then began to reach for his bowtie before being stopped by Yuuri.

“Stop fussing. Don’t ruin my hard work.” Yuuri directed Takeshi towards the door with an arm around his broad shoulders. “And I can’t help it if I apparently exude a very trustworthy aura.”

Handing Takeshi off to his father’s care with one last pat on the back, Yuuri smiled. “Now go get married. I’ll be rooting for you not to fall over.”

“I’m not the one walking down an aisle in front of our whole families!”

“No, but Yuuko is good with pressure. You are definitely more likely to faint than she is.”

It was a good thing Yuuri was already out of arm’s reach.

** ** **

Yuuri heard a soft scuffle from the studio entranceway but didn’t stop his slow progression through the movements of his routine. Minako had been several glasses into her ongoing grudge match drinking contest with Mr. Sato when Yuuri had slipped out of the onsen to head to the studio for some peace, quiet, and practice. She had likely seen the lights on as she made her way back home and stopped in to check on him.

“Yuuuuuuuu-ri! Practicing already? You’ve just gotten home from your last competition! Haven’t you earned a rest after a grand performance? It is important to allow your body to recover after travelling, too. It is your temple, remember!”

Yuuri laughed softly, surprising himself.

Minako heard him, too, and joined him. “I know what you’re thinking! My body is also a temple! And one to which I make many generous offerings of beer, wine, and sake!” She paused for a moment, obviously considering her advice, such as it was. “But no, you should offer yours water, since you are probably dehydrated from the plane.” She walked over to a cabinet in the hallway, her gait surprisingly steady, and grabbed two bottles of water, setting one down near where Yuuri had stopped to stretch and then cracking open the cap of her own, tipping it into her mouth and draining half the bottle in one go.

“Thank you, Minako. The water is helpful, yes. But as for the rest?” Yuuri sighed. “Well, I have a lot of work still to do. My performance was far from grand and I made several mistakes.” Yuuri shuddered, feeling the bruising cold of the ice against his hands and hip as though he’d just staggered off it seconds ago instead of two days prior at the competition during his free skate.

Minako collapsed onto the ground next to him, somehow still graceful, and tipped the rest of the water into her mouth before responding. “Your performance was beautiful. You fell, yes, but you were captivating in the story you told and the emotions you shared with the audience.”

“I don’t think anyone finds watching someone flop around on the ice like a fish on a line captivating, Minako.” The plastic of the water bottle crackled and popped in Yuuri’s hand before he set it down on the ground so that it wouldn’t betray his feelings any further.

“Is that what you remember about your competition, Yuuri? Because, I watched the stream of it and I don’t remember that.” Minako’s voice was suddenly so, so serious and without a hint of slurred speech. Yuuri had to check to make sure the flush was still high on her cheeks and he hadn’t imagined her drunkenness.

“I remember the look on your face just as the music began and your sharp footwork and your effortless transition between spins,” Minako continued. “And I remember the extension of your leg, several degrees higher than even at our last practice session, and the delicate position of your hands as you reached your final pose. Those are what stand out to me.”

“I- I guess,” Yuuri’s voice was so soft he was afraid Minako wouldn’t be able to hear him over the sound of his heartbeat,, thundering in his ears.

“Do you still like skating, Yuuri?”

Yuuri’s mouth dropped open at Minako’s question, bobbing several times before he slammed it shut again. The question was one simply stated. Yuuri’s response to it, however? That wasn’t the least bit simple.

When Yuuri failed to answer in whatever time frame Minako deemed acceptable, she turned her head and glared at him. “What is it that you like about skating, Yuuri. Do you still like anything about it?”

“I… yes. Yes!” Somehow this was easier to answer than her first question. “I like that first glide out onto the ice. And the heavy moment, that anticipation as I wait for the music to begin. And the air against my face as I build speed. I like that it’s so much easier to speak with my body and my performance than with words. I like- no, I love those things.”

“Good. Because someday you will miss that, and if you’d already lost your appreciation for what you are able to do now, I wouldn’t know what to say to you.” Minako sighed. “Everything you’ve just said, Yuuri? Don’t lose that? Don’t lose sight of those things, don’t stop thinking about them and appreciating them and loving them. Don’t let your focus on the imperfect parts of your performance steal away your love for the whole of your being.”

Yuuri found that he couldn’t answer. But he could, he would, consider her words.

Minako continued. “Because someday you won’t be skating anymore. Or not in the same way. And you will miss it. The feeling of performing, of having people holding their breath as they watch what you are capable of, as you spin a story out in front of them and take their soul on a journey of a few minutes that will last in their minds for so much longer. Don’t let that be lost in the tide of self-recriminations and doubt.”

Several moments passed, but Yuuri couldn’t bring himself to break the brittle silence that hung between them. In the end, Minako was the one to finally say the words that Yuuri had suspected but could never outright ask.

“I miss performing, Yuuri. I miss being onstage with all eyes on me, and holding them captive for as long as I danced. I even miss the terrible parts, and the scary parts, and the struggles. Because all of it is gone now. Or, not gone, but different. Here in Hasetsu, here teaching. I miss it like a miss a piece of myself, and I want you to have a memory of all the good parts for when you miss skating, too, and not just the bad parts that trouble you now.”

Again, Yuuri couldn’t bring himself to answer, but he did nod, and he suspected that Minako understood.

** ** **

Takeshi slumped on a bench with his head between his knees breathing deeply, Yuuko patting his neck distractedly.

Yuuri’s eyes darted left and right, considering his potential escape routes. Then he sighed, took a deep breath, and forced himself to approach his friends slowly. “Yuuko? Takeshi? Are you… okay?”

“He’d been fine at the doctor. After the initial shock, at least. Better than me, even. But then we got here and I just didn’t know what to say or do. And he just wobbled a lot and sat down. And now he’s been like this for the last five minutes.”

Yuuri wanted to run away, skate guards or no. But he also wanted to help his friends. He wanted to not have to decide between being the good friend he wanted to be and the chicken he longed to be.

“Are you… okay?” Yuuri didn’t know what to say to a pregnant best friend. Yuuko was the first of his peers to be pregnant, after all. And hadn’t that been a minor scandal for the neighborhood to chew on when the news got out.

What if something was wrong? What if Yuuko was sick? Or the baby? The town hadn’t really even fully settled into the knowledge that Yuuko was pregnant yet. If something was wrong and she had to go through the whispering and endure all the looks and assumptions again… Yuuri’s heartbeat sped up and he felt nausea churn in his stomach in sympathy with the mere thought.

“I’m fine. Sort of? I think…” Yuuko’s voice trailed off and she just stared at Yuuri.

Yuuri had no idea what to do with that. With them. They weren’t usually the ones turning to him for support, these days. They’d… figured life out, somehow.

Yuuri didn’t understand it, because all he’d figured out was that he wanted to skate and that his body and brain may or may not be one board with that goal, depending on the day. And now Yuuko and Takeshi were the ones supporting him as he debated what he was supposed to do now that he’d essentially outgrown Hasetsu and yet didn’t feel like he was ready to leave.

Things didn’t seem to faze them these days. Not their gossiping neighbors or the whispered voices disapproving of their early marriage. Not the landlady at the first apartment they’d looked at who had asked to see their marriage certificate before she’d even discuss the details of the rent. Not the reality of deciding to stay in their sleepy town instead of heading off to university, and planning their life around the vagaries of a seaside tourist town in decline. They just… did it. Together.

But now they were sitting there in the bleachers at the ice rink, not saying anything, and Yuuko was just looking at him, at Yuuri, like he had a clue. Which he most assuredly did not.

At least they were sitting together, he mused. That had to be a reassuring sign, right? And there- Yuuko’s hand had stopped patting at Takeshi’s neck, but lay resting against it with her fingers slightly buried in his hair and scratching lightly. And while Takeshi had one hand both covering and propping up his face, the other was resting on Yuuko’s knee.

Okay. So they were fine. Was it the baby? Yuuko said, doctor, and she had recently mentioned that she had an appointment coming up, so that must be it.

“Yuuko?”

“I had a scan today. My first one.”

“Oh.” Dread curled in Yuuri’s stomach. He didn’t want to ask. He did not want to hear that something was, that Yuuko and Takeshi had to-

“It’s. I mean. They’re…” Yuuko sighed and raised her hands in a shrug as if to say I don’t even know. “They’re a they!”

Thoroughly distracted and confused, now, Yuuri didn’t even know how to parse that. “What?”

“Trrphless,” Takeshi groaned.

That did not enlighten Yuuri one bit. “Umm-“

“Triplets, Yuuri. There were three of them on the scan. We’re not telling anyone yet. Except you and my mother, of course, but,” Yuuko’s voice trailed off as she pulled at Takeshi’s hair and he finally allowed himself to be drawn away from his hunched position and into a slump against Yuuko’s body, his face turned up towards hers. She smiled softly down at him, scratching his scalp again. “We’re having triplets.”

While one part of his brain had begun to make a high-pitched screeching sound of terrified confusion, the tiny portion of the leftover brain matter that was stubbornly maintaining his outwardly calm demeanor noted that the last part of Yuuko’s announcement wasn’t really intended for his ears.

And, yes – Takeshi’s arm came up to wrap around Yuuko’s waist and he turned his head to rest his ear against her stomach with a tiny smile of his own forming.

Yuuko’s stomach. Oh my god. She was so tiny. How on earth could three babies ever possible fit in there. She wasn’t going to be able to move.

And where would they even put three babies? They tripped over each other in their tiny apartment as it was.

And- oh god. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. What if they asked him to babysit???

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