Yuri on Ice (Yurio x Reader)

Welcome Home

You knocked on the door to the Bed n' Breakfast. You had just arrived in Japan. You looked all over yourself to make sure all your cuts, scars and bruises were covered, just as Viktor pulled open the door. "Y/N! It's so nice to see you!" He pulled you into a hug, causing you to drop your suitcase and pat him on the back as he squeezed tightly.
"Viktor... I c-can't breathe..." He immediately let go, smiling sheepishly, as you picked your suitcase back up. He ruffled your hair and stepped aside to let you into the house. You slightly smiled at him and stepped inside, feeling the warm air greet you immediately. Apparently warm air wasn't the only thing greeting you, Yuri rushed up to you and shook your hand excitedly. "You must be Y/N Nikiforov! I'm Yuri, nice to meet you!" You raised an eyebrow and looked over your shoulder at Viktor. He chuckled and watched as she turned back to Yuri. "Hi...You must be the skater that my brother is coaching." He let go and stepped back. For the next hour, the rest of Yuri's family and friends greeted you, including Yurio, JJ, and Otabek.
After awhile, Yuri stepped back to you and said "Let me show you to your room." You nodded, feeling a slight bit overwhelmed by the crowd. You followed him to your knew room, picking up your bag in the process. Viktor ruffled your hair and you immediately stopped and fixed it, sighing exasperatedly as he chuckled. Yuri walked upstairs and you jogged after him. After walking a couple feet, he opened up a door, revealing a medium-sized room that had a bed and chair. It was incredibly plain. "You can decorate it as you wish." Yuri said, smiling. You paused and nodded.
You entered your room and shut the door behind you, after muttering a 'thank you'. You set your bag by your bed and sat down, looking at your wrists that were scarred and covered in a variation of old and new cuts. You sighed and ran your fingers through your long, wavy, silver hair. Surprisingly, you look a lot like Viktor, even though you are several years younger than him.
You spaced off as you began to think about the people you had just met. Yuri's family was really nice. JJ was a charmer. He was definitely going to annoy you. Otibek was okay. And Yurio...... He was..... How can it be put? He was kinda cute.... but also kind of a bitch.
You gazed out your window and watched as Otibek and JJ left. Thank god. You had assumed that Yurio was staying here, considering that he did not leave with them. The plush bed barely shifted as you sat down—you were quite thin. Your parents had neglected feeding you sometimes, and often skipped meals.
The soft chatter of voices downstairs was the only thing disrupting the silence. You pulled your phone out of your bag, grabbed your earbuds and put them in. You played a playlist that mainly consisted of Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Set it Off, My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, the Hamilton Broadway Show, and Alexander Rybek (or is it Rybak?). You lay on your back and doze off as the music fills your ears, lulling you to slumber.

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You woke up with a start as someone gently shook you. You grumbled grumpily and rolled over, refusing to get up. Suddenly, the person who had shaken you grabbed your ankle and yanked you out of bed. You landed on the floor with a hard thud and groaned in pain. You winced as you rolled onto your back to look up at the asshole who had yanked you out of bed. A low growl escaped your lips as you saw Yuri Plisetsky, looming over you.
"Get up, Nikiforov. Breakfast is done and Viktor wants to take you to the ice rink with Yuri and I." He frowned, his beautiful blue-green eyes sparkling with annoyance. "Viktor sent me up here to wake you up." Yurio crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
"'Nikiforov'? Really? Just because I'm a year younger than you doesn't mean you can treat me like a child. Also, you don't get to tell me what to do. Again, I am not a child." You shakily got to your feet and glared up at him. He was a lot taller than you. You called him an asshole in Russian and shoved past him, out into the hallway. You then paused and turned back to him, a smirk playing at your lips. "Don't make the mistake of treating me like a child again, Yurio." You spat the last word out like poison. You had overheard that he hated being called that, it made him angry every time. With that, you turned and started down the stairs.