IOTA ⋆「multi-fandom oneshots #2」

8. we're all a little crazy sometimes ; victuri

original description;

In which Yuuri is Victor's biggest (and craziest) fan (but Yuuri is also a yandere), and wants nothing more than for Victor to love him and for Victor to be his and no one else's.

So Yuuri decides to take matters into his own hands to keep everyone away from what's his and kidnaps his idol.

Unfortunately for Yuuri, the young detective, Yuri Plisetsky, and his pal Otabek Altin are working on the case, and Yuri, at the age of 15, happens to be one of Russia's greatest detectives.

All Yuuri had wanted was for Victor to love him. He hadn't really planned on the rest happening.

[Long oneshot - 14K words | AU, sort of | yandere!Yuuri, skater!Victor, detective!Yuri | Victuri/Otayuri]

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Yuuri wouldn't call himself crazy, but maybe just crazily lovesick. Yuuri wouldn't call himself a stalker, but maybe just a persistent watcher, or even a shadower. Yuuri wouldn't call himself obsessive, but maybe just a devotee, or even a fanboy.

It's just that Yuuri was hopelessly in love with him– Victor Nikiforov, the Russian figure skating legend and Yuuri's idol, the one he always looked up to, the one he loved more than anything in the world.

Although his love was a bit more like a crazy obsession mixed with a crush– all Yuuri cared about was Victor. All Yuuri wanted was Victor. All Yuuri thought about was Victor. And all he did was (even though he didn't think so) obsess over the figure skater and (again) stalk him when he could. He followed him everywhere to watch every competition, no matter what.

Now Yuuri knew it was kind of creepy, but it's not like he cared too much about it. And it wasn't like Victor had really noticed, so it was okay.

It wasn't like Victor actually noticed Yuuri though. Yeah, they talked sometimes (whenever Yuuri could get to him), but Victor didn't really pay too much attention to him and usually forgot about him before the next time they spoke. Yuuri didn't mind that much though.

Yuuri had been watching Victor for a long time – ever since he was young – and he felt it was about time he finally made Victor remember him by something crazy, like kissing him or confessing to him about how he felt about him soon, and maybe in front of others. He would make Victor see him, see how much he loved him. Make him see that Yuuri would devote himself completely to Victor– more than he already had.

And if Victor didn't like him back…

Well, easy. Yuuri would just have to make him. He'd do whatever it took, whatever necessary. Victor didn't really have much of a choice in the matter.

A couple years of stalking, three months of deciding on whether or not to finally tell him about his feelings and ask him out, and then yet another two weeks of stalking, and Yuuri was here, watching Victor again as he skated to the music in his short program. He was beautiful, graceful, and elegant, just as he always was, and Yuuri couldn't ever take his eyes off of him. On or off of the ice.

Yuuri's brown eyes were fixed on him through the lenses of his glasses, like they always were. He had a smile on his face as he cheered for Victor. And for a moment, his soft heartbeat was loud in his ears, becoming the only thing he could hear as it blocked out the sounds of everyone around him.

And all he could focus on was Victor.

When Victor came off the ice, Yuuri approached him when he could, blushing and holding a flower crown. Victor smiled at him, letting Yuuri place the crown upon his head.