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Yuri padded quietly into the kitchen, fuzzy white socks keeping his feet warm in this Russian winter, where his Mama was chopping vegetables get ready to finish up dinner.
Yuri took a deep breath, trying to calm down and steel his nerves. He felt butterflies and nervousness eating away at his stomach.
“ Mama will understand. ” He thinks to himself. His mama has always been in his corner. He knows he can trust him.
So with all the courage he can gather, Yuri clears his throat, voice cracking he says, “Mama, do you have a sec?”
Yuuri looks up from his work, warm smile growing across his face because he always has time for his baby boy. Even though Yuri insists that being 16 means he’s not a baby anymore.
“Of course love, I’m just about to done. I made your favorite.” He said with a smile.
Upon hearing the news of his favorite food being made Yuri knew he made the right choice to speak to his mama first. Although he’d never say it out loud Yuri also really loved his Papa. His papa was strong and safe. But his mama was warm and loving, and that’s what he needed right now.
Yuri loved that he could talk to his parents about anything. They’d always reassured him how they’d always be there for him. With that thought in mind Yuri spoke up again.
“Mama… I-I have something to tell you… mmm.. or ask you… I’m not really sure but it’s something I need to say.”
Yuuri looked at his son clearly looking uncomfortable standing at the doorway , a million thoughts went through his head. But before he spirals into a vat of anxiety he decides to listen to what his son has to say.
“Ok Yura, lets go sit in the living room.”
Yuri trailed close behind him. Fidgeting with his fingers trying to keep his thoughts clear and in order. As soon as they sat down facing each other but on opposite ends of the couch Yuuri spoke up.
“What do you need to talk about? I’m a little worried. Are you ok?”
Yuri shot up waving his hands in front of him.
“Mama it’s nothing like that. I’m ok. I’m not hurt or in any trouble. And it’s not bad news…. I don’t think….” he trailed off.
Yuuri just sat quietly looking at his son, waiting for him to go on.
“Mmm… it’s about Beka.. and me…..”
Yuuri felt a hitch in his stomach. He had a feeling of where this conversation was going. He knew Yuri and Otabek were best friends. They have been since they were kids. And really Otabek was Yuri's only friend. So he really wasn’t surprised that his son had started having feels for the other boy. Yuuri noticed how Yuri would smile every time his phone buzzed, or the quiet laughter he would try to hide when he would be Skyping in his room. Or how his head would perk up at the mention of the Kazakhstan boys name. And even how he eyes got all fluffy when they would gather to watch the boys performance on tv or in person. Yuuri figured one day his son would start growing up and maturing. He just hoped he had a little more time. Yuuri was pulled out of his train of thought by Yuri’s voice trying to call for him.
“Mama.. Mama.. are you listening?”
“Yes Yura, I’m listening. Go on.”
Yuri scrunched his eyebrows and took a deep breath. “ Here goes nothing.”
“Mama… I think that I like Beka. Like more then just my best friend…” Yuri said quietly. Not really sure if anyone would hear what he just said.
Yuri looked down at his hands and kept going.
“The reason I’m telling you is because Beka is coming to St. Petersburg to train while his coach recovers. And he….. he asked me out.. on a date..”
Yuuri took a deep breath. Trying to keep his voice steady and in control.
“And what did you say?”
“I told him that I would talk to you first. So I am.”
“Yura I’m very happy to hear what you have to say. And I think Otabek is a good boy and lucky to have you. But I think this is a conversation we need to have with your papa. This is a big step for all of us. But don’t worry I’m sure everything will be fine. Ok?”
Yuuri smiled warmly at his son and held his arms open.
“Ok mama.”
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Yuri waited nervously in his room. Unable to sit still just going over and over in his mind how he’s doomed to be alone forever. If his papa had it his way Yuri would never leave the house. He’d join the convent and remain hidden away from everyone’s eyes.
To say that his Papa, Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov, was overprotective was the understatement of the century. Victor never let him do anything or go anywhere without a play by play of how the night was going to go until he was safely back into his home.
All his precautions and rules made it hard for Yuri to have a social life outside of skating and his parents. He loved both but sometimes he needed to try other things and meet different people. He knew his papa meant well and just wanted his to be safe and happy. And right now the thing that makes him the most happy is Beka. But the thing that make his papa go into overdrive is the idea of his one and only son being whisked away by a mysterious person and leaving his parents in the dust.
This was going to be hard. Trying to convince his papa that everything was going to be fine and he could never forget about them. Or that Beka would even try something like that because he knew how much Yuri’s family meant to him.
Yuri sucked in a sharp breath as he heard the front door open and Victors sing-song voice announcing he was home and asking where his “ loves ” were hiding. Yuuri answering he was feeding Makka and that Yuri was upstairs.
Yuri crept down the stairs catching a glimpse of Victor looking through the mail. As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the floor squeezed. Victor turned around and saw his son trying to sneak past him. Victor put the mail down and threw his hands up.
“Yuraaaaaa!” Victor yelled as he flung himself to his son. Arms wrapping around his head squishing
him to his body and peppering his hair and face with kisses.
Yuri braced himself, he knew this was coming. It happened everytime Victor came home from ANYTHING. “Ok Papa enough, you're pulling my hair” he said as he was pushing Victor off himself.
“Yura…. my heart….. how can you be so cruel.” He sighed dramatically clutching onto his shirt over his heart. Yuri rolled his eyes and yelled towards where Yuuri was.
“Mama! I can’t believe you married this oaf.” Yuuri peered through the doorway. Smiling and laughing quietly to himself. He wrapped his arms around his husband and pressed a chastised kiss to his husbands lips. Earning a loud groan from their son.
“Yuuri!! My love. Your always here when I need you.” Victor said. Yuri again just rolled his eyes. 16 years of living with this man and he still couldn’t believe this was his papa.
Yuuri lead them to the table where dinner was set up. They sat at the table and ate. Talking about their days and how their training schedule was going to change.
As dinner was coming to an end Yuri was getting more and more anxious about speaking with Victor. They all took their time cleaning up and helping Yuuri with the nightly chores. Afterwards they all settled in the living room. Yuri hung his legs over the love seat as his parents sat with each other on the couch. After a few moments of looking through Netflix for something to watch Yuuri sat up and turned to Victor. The butterflies returning to his stomach as he caught Yuuri’s eye. Giving him a small nod.
“Vitya.” Yuuri said as he sat up properly, looking at Victor. “Yura has something he would like to talk to us about.”
Victor smiled and turned to Yuri, “Ok, what do you want to talk about?”
Yuri took a deep breath. “ It’s now or never ”
“Mmm.. Papa I wanted to ask you something. But please don’t get mad.” He said quietly.
Victor tensed up a bit. Scrunching his eyebrows together. Thinking to himself this must be serious if Yuri is talking to him directly. Normally he would hear about what’s going with his son through Yuuri after they’ve settled down together.
“Don’t worry Yura, just tell me what’s on your mind.” He said softly, not wanting his son to waver.
“Well I told Mama earlier but he said we should talk about this together. But…. I want to….. to know if it’s ok if I can…… go on a date.” Yuri whispered the last part. Hoping Victor heard so he wouldn’t have to say it again.
Yuuri could feel Victor tensing up under his hands. Yuuri began running his fingers gently up and down his arm to calm him down. This was important for Yuri and he didn’t want his husbands over protectiveness clouding his judgement before Yuri could finish what he was saying.
Victor took the hint and took a deep breath, feeling something tighten in the pit of his stomach at his sons request. After calming down he spoke.
“And what brought this on?”
“Well I got asked out yesterday, but they told me I should ask you first.”
Victor look at his husband searching his face for something, he didn’t know just yet. Yuuri gave him a small nod. Victor sat up, putting his elbows on his knees and turning back to Yuri.
“And who is this person?” Who’s trying to steal my baby from me . He thought to himself.
Yuri fidgeted slightly, rubbing his fuzzy covered feet over one another. Yuri took another deep breath. “It’s Beka….. he’s going to be here in a few days to train with Yakov for a while since his coach got injured.” He stated. Trying to answer all of Victors questions before they could be asked.
A moment of silence passed while Victor mulled over the conversation they were having. - “ no no no no.. this isn’t happening. Yuri’s a baby, MY baby…. he can’t date not now not ever! How could Yuuri think this was a conversation I want have? Can’t he see how small and innocent Yura is? He still sleeps with a stuffed tiger for crying out loud! He still uses guards when bowling and cries when Scar kills Mufasa! No actually more like HELL NO! He’s too young. ” Victor took a deep breath and looked Yuri dead on.
“Yura, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to say no. Your still young. You have your whole life ahead of you to date. You don’t need to be worrying about boyfriends. You should be worried about school and working hard on your skating and having fun with your friends or fretting about convincing us to buy you video games and junk food.” He said.
Victor could see Yuri’s face slightly contorting and his eyes welling up with tears. It broke his heart to see his son upset from his words. But what was he supposed to do?
Yuuri could see this wasn’t going how Yurio had hoped, he could see tear forming in his sons eyes and even though he also felt Yuri could wait a little longer, he knew how much he wanted this and how much he liked Otabek. He got Victors attention and gave Yuri a small wink before he spoke.
“Vitya, I think we should let Yurio go. It’s just one date, and we both know Otabek. He’s a good boy and I trust he’ll take care of our Yura. I know you have good reasons for Yurio to wait, but he’s growing up no matter how much we don’t like it, and he needs to know we trust him. And we need to trust we raised a good boy. That he can take care of himself and come to us with things like this.”
Yuri smiled at Yuuri, tears freely rolling down his cheeks thankful for his mama. He always had his back.
Yuri got up and sat next to Victor, knees touching. His grabbed his hand. Giving it a small squeeze and spoke again.
“Please Papa, I really like Beka. He makes me happy. He always listens to me when we talk and cheers for me during competitions, encourages me to try new things. And he…. tells me that I’m handsome. Everyone else says I’m pretty or beautiful or cute, but he’s the only one says handsome. And I just really want to go. Please can I go?” Yuri said between sobs. Hoping he and Yuuri had gotten through.
Victor could feel his resolve crumbling at his sons weeping pleas and Yuuri’s statement.
Yuuri could see all his husband needed was one more push, “Vitya, I say we let him go, but before anybody leaves anywhere, why don’t we invite Otabek over for dinner speak with him. You can voice your concerns and we can lay down some ground rules. That way we all get what we want.”
“Yes Mama! That’s a great idea. You guys already know him and I know he’ll answer all your questions.” Yuri said excitedly looking between both of his parents.
Victor slumped against the couch and let out a deep sigh. He squeezed Yuris hand and groaned, “Fine, first we’ll see how dinner goes and then I’ll let you know.”
It wasn’t exactly the answer Yuri was hoping for, but it was a step in the right direction. He was excited either way. He flung himself on Victor peppered his face with kisses saying thank yo, just as Victor had done earlier, then did the same to Yuuri.
“Ok, I’ll go let home know!” Yuri bound up the stairway with the biggest smile plastered to his face. He couldn’t wait for these next few days to pass.