Prompt Post 1

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<sub>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</sub>


Ao3 collection:
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Comments

Short fill: Re: Teenage pregnancy, Viktor/OMC

[(Anonymous)]

As an alpha, Yuuri's always known he would have kids. It's an inescapable fact of life, and it's something he's always wanted, someday.

He just never thought that someday would be now, and his first child would be a blonde thirteen-year-old with a deeply suspicious look in her eyes.

“I've...I had no idea that...”

“Of course not,” Victor replies breezily, like this is no big deal. “Nobody knows.” He has one hand on Katia Nikiforova's shoulder, while the other fiddles with his phone. “What shall we order for dinner, Yuuri? Are you in the mood for a curry or a pizza, or do you want to go out for something more traditionally Russian? Like a Big Mac?”

“Big Mac,” Katia replies for him, which is just as well. Yuuri's just had his world upended, again. He doesn't feel like eating anything.

“I was your biggest fan, Victor,” Yuuri says. “I always have been. How did I never hear about...” He's about to say this, but "this" is a human being, standing in front of them. “Her?”

“Yakov paid a lot of people a lot of money to keep her quiet. But I didn't let him take her away from me. Never that. Never.”

“What...” Yuuri has to get a grip. He breathes deeply, squares his shoulders, and tries again, in his most serious, alpha-like voice. “Tell me how it happened.”

“Really, darling? Not in front of Katia.”

“Victor.”

Victor sighs, but he puts his phone away, even as he pulls the girl closer. “Her other father isn't important.”

“Was it...” Yuuri can barely bring himself to think the word in conjunction with Victor, let alone say it aloud. “Were you all right with it?”

“I thought we were in love. I was wrong. It doesn't matter. He left me with Katia, and that's the greatest gift I could have asked for. I didn't think so at first, I admit, but I knew it the moment I saw her. She's everything to me.”

“But you were barely fifteen.” The thought of it breaks Yuuri's heart. At the same time, a dark, alpha-like rage forms like storm clouds within him, a burning hatred toward this nameless man who both hurt Victor and fucked him long before Yuuri could get there.

“And I won a GPF and a national championship with her in my belly.” He kisses Katia's head. “You were my good luck charm, darling. Still are.” Victor glances at Yuri, then back at his daughter. “Get my wallet from the kitchen please, Katia. We'll go get dinner.”

Katia looks between them, her eyes still unhappy, but she goes.

“You'll learn to love her, Yuuri, I'm sure of it. She's just like you. Can't stand skating, but she's a brilliant musician. So dedicated. The two of you have so much in common.”

“I'm sure.” Yuuri is. Compatibility is the least of his worries.

“I love you, Yuuri,” Victor goes on. He smiles widely but there's something else in his expression now, a grit that Yuuri usually only sees when he's performing. “But Katia and I have been through so much together. So much." Yuuri can't begin to imagine it. "She's part of me, and I can't let her go. I won't.”

Yuuri's first instinct is to feel shocked Victor would even think it, but it's not a shocking thought. Many alphas—most alphas—wouldn't accept another alpha's child. But Yuuri's never been like most alphas.

He's not good with words, either, so he settles for actions. He kisses Victor, lightly at first. It's Victor who pulls him nearer, Victor who deepens the kiss.

“Ugh.” Katia says, returning. Yuuri tries to pull away, but Victor holds him in place, lengthening the kiss until they finally part with a loud smack.

“Don't be rude, darling,” Victor says to Katia. “This is your new stepfather.”

Katia rolls her eyes, but she hands Victor his wallet. He strides out ahead of them, leaving Yuuri to close the apartment door.

“So,” Yuuri says, as he heads down the corridor. Katia walks beside him, texting furiously, while Victor is at the end of the hallway, waiting for the elevator. “Your, uh...your dad tells me you're a musician?”

Katia looks at him as if it's the stupidest question in the world. When the elevator arrives, she pushes past him and stands as far away as she can get, still texting.

“Welcome to parenthood, my love,” Victor tells him, sealing the proclamation with a kiss as the elevator doors slide shut.

Re: Short fill: Re: Teenage pregnancy, Viktor/OMC

[(Anonymous)]

Aww this is adorable! I love that Yuuri isn't an instant hit as stepparent but he's definitely willing to try!

Re: Short fill: Re: Teenage pregnancy, Viktor/OMC

[(Anonymous)]

Op here! I love this!