Victuri Mafia Au

Happy Family 😉😹

After the wedding of the year (literally titled so in all the sports magazines etc) between Victor Nikiforov and Yuri Katsuki, they settled into the start of a happier life together.

Or so they thought. They were just back in Russia after their honeymoon and cuddling together on the couch when the doorbell rang over and over.

"Alright, hold on!" Victor shouted as he untangled himself from Yuri.

The bell kept ringing until he opened the door and he wondered who could be so impatient. Of course he should have known. Standing on his doorstep (sorry, his and Yuri's doorstep now) was one disgruntled looking young blonde skater.

"Let me in!" The other Yuri demanded.

Victor stood aside and let him in with a sigh. Yurio stormed past him, leaving a suitcase on the step for Victor to carry in.

"Oh, it's you," Yuri Katsuki said, unenthusiastically.

"Shut up, pig! I'm moving in!"

"Whoa whoa, what?" Victor asked.

Yurio grabbed his suitcase and stormed off, then returned to ask where his room was.

"Yurio please, people usually discuss these things first," Victor protested.

"I need to move in, ok!" Yurio yelled, then started crying.

Victor guided him over to sit on the couch, where Yurio told them through tears that he'd found out the reason his parents were barely present in his life; they were in the mafia.

"The mafia!" He yelled. "What the f**king f**k!"

Victor and Yuri looked at each other and made a decision through "eye speak." They were so close (cough*soulmates) that they were capable of that.

Victor placed his hands on Yurio's shoulders.

"Yurio, calm down. We're going to adopt you. It will be ok, we'll protect you."

"You two as my parents? Ugh, that's gross! But...ok, I guess."

And so Victuri became Victuri-with-child. Or rather, Victuri-with-angsty-teenager. They were used to Yurio and his moods and they had each other so they were able to ignore his literal threats and demands. They adored the boy, even if he was a handful.

They hadn't quite thought through the implications of housing a mafia child though. Their life revolved around skating (and each other, obviously) They didn't even know much about the mafia. One night Victor and Yuri were having a date-night/movie-night in the living room. Yurio was holed up in his room in disgust at all the "lovey dovey shit."

Victuri were in the middle of a big smooch when their front door was kicked in and a bunch of gangsters ran in and pointed guns at them.

"Where is he? Where's my son?" One of them demanded.

"You what?" Victor answered uselessly.

He was still intoxicated by Yuri's kiss and his mind hadn't made the connection. It was Yuri who realised it first.

"You mean Yurio? You've got to be his father."

The leatherclad blonde took an angry bite out of a chocolate bar.

"Yuri, not Yurio. What kind of gay name is that? Oh, not that there's anything wrong with being gay," The Yurio doppelganger added quickly.

"Yuri Plisetsky!" He yelled.

A sulky Yurio came out of his room, carrying Puma Tiger Scorpion.

"What do you want, dad?" He scowled.

"I was just checking you're ok. Call your Grandfather, he misses you. Oh, are you ok?"

"Yes. I'm staying here. With them," He pointed at the happy couple on the couch. "I - I love them."

"Ok, let's go back to base," Yurio's father said to the others.

"You're so over dramatic, Mello. You could have just came in here like a normal person," One of them muttered.

Makkachin woke up (yes he'd slept through this) and started nipping at Mello's feet, Mello pointed his gun at the dog.

"Whoa, don't you dare!" Victor jumped up and blocked Makkachin from the mafia leader.

Mello lowered the gun, nodded at the others and they all trooped back out.

Victor sat back down.

"Just an ordinary night in Victuri's house of fun. Yurio, we love you too."

"Shut up!" Yurio stormed back to his room.

(Yes, Mello from Death Note is Yurio's father. I don't make the rules, it's just how it is)