Fear (or: How Yūri Became Rink Mom and Yuri Became Less Angry)
When Yuri shows up at the Nikiforov/Katsuki apartment, he is certainly not afraid. Nope. No-siree. But there's something about Yūri Katsuki that makes the storm raging outside not matter so much. This is the story of how Yuri decided that Yūri was going to be the team mom. Or at least, something like that.
Excerpt:Yūri looked at Viktor and smiled. “Since Viktor is leaving me all alone tonight, why don’t we go out and do something, like a movie?”“Sounds fun. But do you understand the Russian well enough?”“You can translate. And make it as badly as possible.” Yūri laughed.“Kay! Text me later.” Yuri smiled happily and skated off.“This is not the rink I left.” Viktor mumbled. “And I hate these dinner things that I do with Yakov, you know that Yūri.”“Yes. Because you hate leaving me alone. But I won’t be alone. So you don’t have to worry.”“But how did you soften him up so well?” Viktor continued on with his whining.“I’m not telling.” “Yūri, please? I can make your life hell…” Viktor tried again.“Do your worst because I am not telling you.”
A Gun To Your Head, Love