Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Epilogue

1 year later ~ November

London

Yuri Katsuki Nikiforov

"What is up with you today Vitya?" I frown at my husband, stuffing my hands in his Russia jacket as I watch him practice his free skate. 

"I'm excited!" He chirps as he executes a... questionable step sequence.

"That's great babe but your step sequence is more like a step vomit" I explain, leaning against the rink wall and adjusting the purple ribbon holding my ponytail. I did grow out my hair in the end, all the way till it reached the mid point of my back. It's funny how Victor and I have switched hair lengths, switched roles.

"Ouch" he pouts in a way that tickles my heart strings, slowing to a stop and watching me skate toward him.

"You're letting yourself be carried by emotion; take back some control"

"Right" he nods with determination. Victor is driven and that's one of the many things I love about him.

"From the top Mr Katsuki" I spin my index finger, signaling for him to restart as I glide out of his way.

"Anything for you honey!" He coos, returning to his starting position with a massive grin on his face.

"Will you two quit being disgusting? And Katsutrash! You're my coach too, stop giving Victor all of your attention!" Victor and I both chuckle at Yura's words. Every day he has the same complaint. -I can't help that I want to dote on the man I love- . Honestly, him moving into the flat next to ours was one thing but when news came out that I'm coaching Victor he wanted me too. The shock was inevitable. To be honest, we're just happy that we all get along and that he's not alone in Russia.

"Maybe if you stop talking to Otabek and practice I can help you" I skate up to Yura where he's leaning aganist the wall on his phone. He hides it as soon as I reach his side.

"Whatever Yuri, I've got this GP in the bag" he grunts, crossing his arms over his black jumper. It's a challenge to coach 50% of the Russian team, I can't say there hasn't been a day where I've wanted to rip my hair out because Yura gets into a fight at a competition or Victor turns up late to everything all the time but I wouldn't want it any other way. No longer can I handle competitive skating myself but I do love the sport and coaching Victor and Yura is a blessing.

Being the world's youngest figure skating coach, winning best coach awards and being there to see Victor and Yura get golds and silvers in their competitions is so much more fulfilling than any medal I could get myself.

"Hm? Well, this could well be your year.... Victor is only getting better though" I lean next to him, watching Victor fly through the air and land a quad flip flawlessly. He can even do quad axels, nothing can stop him.

"I know. Stupid old man"  Yura grumbles as he too, watches Victor skate with a grin still stuck on his face. I can't help but smile at the sight, seeing Victor happy is what I live for. He's shed too many tears over me already.

"Old man or not, he's not slowing down" I chuckle as he transitions into the step sequence. It's less messy but there's still something not quite right.

"I know coach. The walls are thin." Yura says off handedly. It takes me a second or two to process but I feel my cheeks steam up.

"Practice your sit spins" is all I say to the blonde before skating away from the utter embarassement he's caused me. 

"What the fuck is wrong with my sit spins!?" He roars from behind. I ignore him, filling my mind with Victor as I stop him to give pointers.

"Victor your hips are coming out too far" skating in front of him, I put my hands on his hips and put them where they should be for the specific move he was doing. I don't let go.

"You had this perfectly yesterday, what happened?" I ask tenderly, kissing his exposed collarbone, it's refreshingly cool against my lips.

"I told you! I'm excited!" He grins with the light of a thousand suns, eyes gleaning and cheeks dusted pink.

"About what? The start of the Grand Prix?" I tilt my head to the side cureously.

"Have you forgotten? It's your birthday tomorrow!" He bounces on the spot, kissing my hair.

"Oh, yea, I'm looking forward to it... not as much as you are though" I chuckle. I've been so busy preparing for the GP I haven't payed a lot of mind to my birthday.

"Tomorrow, you're going to be 26. And next year, 27. Then 28, 29, 30" with each number his face gers closer, his voice gets gentler, his smile gets bigger, until we're nose to nose.

"Stop it you're making me feel old" I chuckle, my fingers dancing around his waist aimlessly,

"Every year you'll be right here by my side and I'll be right by yours." His eyes sparkle with the soft words and I'm sure mine sparkle just the same.

Victor and I have been through the worst of things, felt the worst of ways,  made the worst of decisions but in the end we found eachother again. Even though we look different and we've switched roles and my purple state is more powerful and out of control than I could ever imagine we still have eachother; for now and forever. 

"Till death do us part"