Translations:
Chichi (父) - Japanese for 'father'
Chīsai mono (小さいもの) - Japanese for 'small one'
Uragirimono (裏切り者) - Japanese for 'traitor'
Otets (отец) - Russian for 'father'
Lyublyu (люблю) - Russian for 'love'
Lung (ลุง) - Thia for 'uncle'
Farbror - Swedish for 'uncle'
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Present Day
Kei came running into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Yuuri's legs. The Japanese man looked away from the plate he was trying to clean and look down at his son. The small boy was looking up at his father with a bright smile, inevitably causing a smile to stretch across his face as well.
"What do you need, Kei?" Yuuri asked him.
"I was hoping I could have some ice cream before bed," the six-year-old grinned.
Yuuri rinsed his hands of the bubbly soap and wiped his hands dry before picking up the small boy. Kei still grinned, holding his stuffed snow leopard, Milo, to his chest. Yuuri smiled, pecking his forehead.
"Now, now, chīsana mono, you know it's bed time."
"But it's summer," the small child pouted. "That means I don't have any school tomorrow."
"You are correct," Yuuri agreed, "but it's already ten. That's two hours past your normal bedtime, and if you eat any ice cream then you won't be able to sleep."
Kei looked away from his father, clearly disliking his answer. Yuuri only sighed, setting him back down on his feet.
"Go change into your pajamas and brush your teeth. I need to finish cleaning the dishes."
Kei left the room, stomping as he did, but Yuuri ignored it. He knew his son would be calmed down by the time Yuuri tucked him in and told him a bedtime story. A few minutes later, Kei returned, now mellow.
"Chichi," Kei called from the doorway.
"It's time for a bedtime story," Yuuri declared. Kei let out a joyous cry, running to the living room and scanning the second shelf for a photo album.
Unlike most kids, Kei didn't want a story like Goldilocks and the Three Bears read to him. He wanted to hear about the times when both his dads were together and happy. This started being a reoccurring thing every night since Viktor had left.
The small boy found his album for the night and brought it to Yuuri. Yuuri took it in both hands, glancing at the cover.
It was the year he and Viktor got married, and immediately knew which story Kei was going to ask for.
Kei took his father's hand, dragging him to his room. Yuuri followed behind until they reached the door. Yuuri entered first, knowing his son's fear of the dark. Once he had turned the bedside lamp on, Kei ran in, launching himself onto the bed. He quickly settled himself against Yuuri's side, flipping through the pages for his favorite.
"Kei, I've told you this story a hundred times by now. Don't you want a new one?"
"Tell it to me again. Please?" Kei begged. Of course, Yuuri agreed. Who wouldn't? Just look at that cute, chubby face.
"Fine," Yuuri playfully groaned, wrapping an arm around Kei's waist. The little boy giggled, waiting for Yuuri begin.
Yuuri stared at the picture for a moment. He and Viktor were both standing at the end of the aisle in white suits and blue roses tucked into their breast pockets. Viktor gazed down at newly wedded husband with such love and care that still made Yuuri smile even after seven years. Around them, cherry blossoms fell, creating the most perfect and romantic scene imaginable just like how the two had wanted it.
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Vile Acts *A Yuri!!! On Ice Mafia AU*
FanfictionIt had been a normal night. Yuuri had done the dishes, told his son Kei a story and tucked him in. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened until he left the room. Viktor, who had left his husband and son behind four years ago, makes a surprise appe...
