#senseless fluff

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Madara Week 2023

Day 3. Fluff /same plot from picture to picture/

[firewoodfigs]

amendes honorables

Summary: Riza Hawkeye is appalled to discover that her fifteen-year-old daughter has indicated interest in a boy. Her husband thinks she’s being a little bit of a hypocrite.

(thank you @waddiwasiwitch for hosting @moms-made-fullmetal-2020 ! ^_^)

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~x~ 

Roy Mustang was having a very hard time trying to contain his laughter while lazing on the bed with his morning coffee in hand.  He was trying, really - his absolute, darnedest best - palms over mouth, holding his breath, distracting himself with boring, draggy books about legal positivism. But try as he might, it was very, very entertaining to see his stoic Captain, now beloved wife, getting so riled up over their daughter’s predicament.

Between the two, everyone always assumed that he would be the overprotective parent, but Roy knew better. He knew his wife like the back of his hand and had correctly predicted that she would be the paranoid parent who would impose a stringent “no-dating-until-you’re-an-adult” rule. Of course, every rule came with loopholes, and the definition of an “adult” was left up to her (legally, it should have been eighteen or twenty-one, but Roy believed that in Riza’s mind it probably ranged between thirty to forty, or more).  

“Stop laughing, Roy. This is serious!” Riza exclaimed, thoroughly flustered by the fact that their daughter had been the recipient of so many confessions, letters, chocolates and whatever frivolities teenage boys thought girls their age enjoyed receiving on Valentine’s Day.

Given how attractive her parents were it was no surprise that Rae Mustang was the apple of many young boys’ eyes at the juvenile age of fifteen. With thick, raven black hair like her father’s, her mother’s sharp features, and eyes like wood smoke in autumn - a lovely blend of her parents’ - it was hardly surprising that boys were attracted to her like moths to light, and while some girls were envious of her for winning the genetic lottery others had graciously accepted defeat.

Her mother was of course, acutely aware of this curse, or blessing, whatever one might choose to call it, and had taken it upon herself to confiscate gifts and letters she had received on that wretched holiday, on the excuse that it was hardly inappropriate for a girl her age to receive such things, and really, what did boys know about love at that age?

Riza had declared over dinner that night that professions of undying, profound love at that age were nothing but intricate lies designed by deceitful young boys, and Rae shouldn’t bother herself with it.

(Roy wanted to call her out for being a hypocrite there and then, but she shut him up with a threatening glare before the first syllable even left his mouth.)

In response, she’d nodded dutifully before returning to the steak and frites on her plate - courtesy of her father, who had taken it upon himself to “whip up a fantastic dinner for my lovely girls on this holiday about love” and “blessed it with a chef’s kiss” afterwards, but alas.

Alas. Her little girl had inherited their talents in covert operations and somehow managed to hide a very important gift and letter from her mother’s prying hands, and it didn’t take a genius to guess that it was gifted by someone she was interested in.

Riza had been utterly mortified when she found the traitorous piece of evidence sandwiched in between her chemistry textbooks (Rae had attempted to use some kind of alchemy she’d learnt from her Uncle Ed a few weeks prior to seal it, but there was something faulty with the array that foiled her plans in the end), which therefore led to the current situation of her pacing frantically around their room as she rambled on and on to her husband.

(She still didn’t know whether to be disappointed or proud of her daughter for possessing such a natural penchant at hiding things, but it was probably the former.)

Finally, she stopped pacing and turned to glower sullenly at her husband, who was hiding his laughter behind a book that he was pretending to be engrossed in. “I think she should be grounded, Roy. We can never know for sure if she’s been secretly planning dates behind our backs with this - this boy - mmph -” her words were muffled by a passionate kiss and a suffocating embrace.

“Relax, Riza,” he chuckled as he held her close in his arms to soothe her frazzled nerves. “We don’t even know what the boy is like. What if he was like me when we were younger?” He lifted his index finger and thumb to his chin, as if stroking an imaginary beard (Riza and Rae had conspired together to shave that blasphemous mustache off his face in his sleep) and pretended to be deep in thought.

Riza balked. “I didn’t like you when I was fifteen, Roy.”

He put a hand up to his heart in mock hurt. “Don’t be cruel, Riza. I know you did -”

“You did, I didn’t. Back to the topic at hand. I believe the appropriate punishment would be to ground her, and she most certainly owes us an apology for lying and hiding such scandalous affairs behind our backs.”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender, hoping it would ease the scowl on her face. It did somewhat, and so he decided to help his daughter with a little… negotiation. “You can ground her if you think that’s proportionate and necessary, but let’s give the boy a chance. We could have him over for dinner,” her frown was returning, and he hastened to add, “which would give us the perfect chance to interrogate him and analyse their rela - friendship, of course.”

The thought of being able to question him excited Riza just the slightest. She did love a good cross-examination, after all, and no one would touch her daughter without first crossing her. “Fine,” she relented. “I’ll talk to her tonight.”

Roy grimaced at that thought. His wife could be the living personification of the Spanish Inquisition when she put her mind down to it, and he hoped that it wouldn’t be a bad mix with the notorious teenage hormones that plagued everyone at fifteen. “Be nice, Riza.”

~x~

“You can come in, mom,” came her daughter’s trembling voice from behind the door.

Well. It seemed like they were already off to a bad start. As she opened the door slowly she could see her daughter’s quivering frame hunched over her literature homework, the likes of Austen and Bronte all strewn across her table messily as she tried very bravely to hold in her tears.

She groaned internally. Already, Riza felt her resolve weakening, and it was difficult to remain angry at such a sweet child (she often wondered what she and Roy did to deserve such a lovely daughter, but her husband deemed it necessary to discuss, in great detail, how Rae was made, so she never vocalised that thought ever again). She sat on the corner of her bed and beckoned for Rae to come sit with her, and as soon as she sank into the duvet as she placed a comforting hand over her shoulder.

So much for being strict.

Before she could even say anything, though, Rae started apologising frantically, words tumbling out of her mouth like a gushing stream. “I’m so sorry, mom, I know I shouldn’t have lied to you and I know I’ve disappointed you and I know I shouldn’t have and I’m just, I’m so sorry,” she stuttered, choking over her sobs. “I just… I know it would’ve upset you, but he’s… he’s a really nice boy, but I know what I did was wrong, and I’ve let you down, and I’m so -”

“Rae,” Riza called, her tone stern but gentle. “Okay, one thing at a time. I’m not going to lie, I am disappointed that you hid this from me, and there will be consequences, but I forgive you. I always will,” and she pulled her in for a hug, stroking her soft tresses tenderly as Rae sobbed into her shoulder and threw herself into the embrace.

… It truly was a challenge trying to pull a stern hand on her daughter. Her colleagues would’ve found this incredulous, and she never thought austerity was something she would ever struggle with, but Rae had proved her wrong. While she was supposed to be at the age of rebellion - Riza supposed this was it, the defining act - her daughter was quite the little darling, full of sunshine and joy, and it made it very hard to remain angry with her for long. In some ways, she reminded her a bit of Alphonse, although Rae had been adamant that her Uncle Al was wrong - dogs were better than cats.

Another point to Rae.

And though it was equally difficult to swallow her pride and admit that she had overreacted a little, just the slightest, over the gifts that had swarmed her table, she supposed it would only cause Rae to feel like she couldn’t trust her. “You… you can tell me these things, Rae.” Riza wanted to say she wouldn’t get mad, but that would just be an outright, blatant lie. “It’s better than hiding, or lying.”

“Really, mom?” her eyes glistened with hope, and really, it was hard to say no to a face like that. Riza would give her the stars and a mountain made of gold and diamonds if she just asked for it.

“Yes, really. In fact…” she remembered her previous discussion with Roy. Compromise, Riza. “You can invite him over for dinner one of these days.”

A watery smile crossed her daughter’s face, and it was so hopeful that Riza couldn’t resist chuckling a little. “But you, young lady, are still grounded, and will continue to be so for two weeks.”

She nodded glumly, as any other fifteen-year-old would be at the prospect of having to come home immediately after school, but otherwise relented and gave her mother another hug. “I understand, mom. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.” She grinned at the thought of being able to grill this young man, both literally and figuratively. “So, when’s a good time for dinner?”

~x~

Riza had been… surprised, to say the least, when she opened the door to come face to face with a tanned-skin boy with white hair and distinctly red eyes that shone like a dreadful mix of rubies and garnets.

An Ishvalan.

Her immediate response had been to apologise to Rae instead - for how could he bear to look at her and Roy in the eye and seriously say that he was alright with who they were? If he’d bolted there and then, or threw the bag of cookies that he’d painstakingly prepared as a present in her face out of anger or animosity, Riza would have honestly accepted it and forgiven him regardless.

But instead the boy - who introduced himself as Elyas - had proceeded to remove his shoes before asking politely if it would be alright to come in, holding out the dessert he’d prepared with such a delightful eagerness and enthusiasm, and really, it was impossible to reject him.

“Of course, come on in,” she said invitingly, swallowing the bile rising in her throat as she observed Roy’s equally shocked expression. But he said nothing, only smiled welcomingly as he set up the dinner table and thanked him for the wonderful gift.

She’d almost lost her composure when he mentioned that he was an orphan, when Roy asked about his family, but as if reading her mind Elyas immediately sought to qualify his statement with “I’m very sure you two had nothing to do with it, Mr and Mrs Mustang. They died in an accident not too long ago, not because of the Ishvalan War. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, we should be the ones apologising. I understand if… if you are uncomfortable being here,” Riza whispered quietly, suddenly feeling like an incorrigible mother.

Underneath the table, Roy stretched out his hand to rest a palm on her thigh, rubbing soothing circles with a padded thumb. She responded in kind, knowing that the same sentiments, though unsaid, were on his mind as well.

Elyas, though, amazed them all by thanking them. Them, a pair of cold-blooded war criminals.

“Ah, well,” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly with an open palm. “I’m alright. If anything, I’d like to thank the both of you for rebuilding Ishval. My parents often emphasised that it was General Mustang’s office that improved the lives of many Ishvalans because of the trade relations with Xing, and we’ve all benefited greatly from that.”

He flashed them a sunny smile, and his eyes conveyed everything they needed to know - that’s in the past now. “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Mustang, and thank you for having me over for dinner.”

“Not at all, we’re more than happy to have you here, Elyas.” Riza was unequivocally sure that she owed Rae an apology instead, and vowed to speak with her again tonight.

Her husband had offered to do the same as they stood at the sink together to wash the dishes, but after what happened she thought it best to speak with Rae separately herself first, and so his only response was a reassuring, understanding kiss to her forehead.

“We’ll work it out together, Riza.”

~x~

“Can I come in, Rae?” Riza knocked hesitantly, the nausea and guilt that had settled in her gut previously making an unwelcome resurgence.

“Of course, mom!” Rae skipped happily to where her mother was as soon as the door was open and gave her a tight hug. “Thank you so much for tonight.”

“Not at all,” she smiled weakly. “I think I owe you an apology, Rae. I… I wasn’t expecting him to be an Ishvalan.” Her daughter was not ignorant to the sins that they had committed decades ago, because she’d made it her personal duty, alongside Roy, to explain history accurately to her - for both of them had agreed that it would be worse if she found the truth out by herself.

And Rae, kind, innocent Rae - bless her heart - had accepted the harsh reality of who her parents were with a grim nod, but after a few hours of introspection she’d knocked on their door to tell them that she still loved them regardless, and that she was proud to have parents who were working so hard to rectify the injustices they’d committed.

But this… this was quite a different story. She wasn’t sure if Elyas was just being courteous earlier, or if he was genuinely alright with who they were, with the wrongs they’d done against him and his hometown and entire culture. How could he? “I do apologise, Rae, if I’ve ruined anything.”

“What? No, mom, you didn’t! When I sent him off at the porch just now, he said that he really enjoyed dinner - said that you and dad are great cooks - and that it was an honor getting to know the both of you personally.” She grinned giddily, like a young girl happily in love. “I… I know why you feel that way, mom. But believe me, you can believe whatever he said. He’s the most genuine person I’ve ever met, and…” her feet shifted in embarrassment as she confessed quietly, “that’s one of the reasons why I…”

“Why you like him?” Rae nodded shyly, pink mottling her pale cheeks flatteringly.

“I see. Well, I can understand that, Rae.” She bent down to whisper a secret in her ear, one that only she could hear - just in case her ridiculous father was snooping around somewhere trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. “I liked your father when I was fifteen, too.”

Rae giggled and smiled brightly at her mother when she heard her admission. Then, looking up at her mother curiously with her best set of puppy eyes, she asked, “Does that mean I’m not grounded anymore?”

“No, you still have a week more to go, Rae,” and while her daughter responded with a petulant, disappointed sulk she could still see the happiness sparkling in her eyes. “But feel free to ask him over for dinner anytime.”

[odderancyart]

Blackcherry

AO3

The rain smattered against the ceiling of the greenhouse and flashes of lightning lit up the world. The trees surrounding the greenhouse cast ominous shadows over the world. But in here, among the greenery and flowers, a fire crackled quietly in the fireplace. Its soft light caressed the couple curled up on the couch in front of it, and the warmth spread inside. Letting out a quiet sigh, Razz leaned into his boyfriend’s side, scratching his fingers gently over the other’s hand. Red’s arms embraced him from behind where he sat in his lap.

The feeling of the other’s ribs against his back was soothing, and the fluff of Red’s coat hoodie tickled his neck. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sound of Red’s breathing by his ear, the feeling of his soul beating through the layers of clothing. Red’s hands held his, and the other pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” Razz whispered, his smile faint but honest. He didn’t open his eyes, but could hear how the other’s breath hitched.

“I love ya too, sweetheart.” He murmured it, voice gentle. He shifted, letting Razz even closer to himself, and Razz dropped his head against his shoulder. Another kiss, the one to his forehead. “So much.”

“Well, I love you more.”

“Nuhu-”

“Loveyoumost.”

Both of them fell quiet for a moment as they realized they’d both rushed out the words. Then Red snorted loudly, and Razz let out a giggle. Twisting around in Red’s lap, he pressed their teeth together. The kiss was unhurried, soft, almost chaste. He leaned his forehead against Red’s, letting out a breath. “Guess there’s no winner, huh?”

Red’s voice is warm. “Not this time, no.”

[gorocult]

Victuuri week day 5: family

Victuuri Week 2017: Day 5- Victor: Anniversaries / Yuuri: Family / AU: Crossovers

Title: Gardenia

Author(s): Ayainu

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: I wrote this one go without rereading I’m sorry for inconsistency or errors. I will edit this the first chance I get. I don’t think any warnings apply, otayuri is in this story, fluff and babies? Ah also OCs.

Summary: Yuri and Otabek come over to Yuuri and Victor’s- quoting Victor ‘love den’- to deliver special news. A special guest comes along and from then on it’s only happiness.

Settling down with Yuuri had been almost effortless. After Yuuri won gold they kept true to their word and got married. It was a very beautiful wedding, Phichit was Yuuri’s best man while Victor’s had been Chris. It had been the first time anyone ever witnessed the best man having a pole dance off with the groom but all those things were what made that day even more special than it already unequivocally was.

It’s been exactly ten years since then, they had both retired from professional figure skating. It had been bittersweet at worst. Even now they missed the rink and the rush of landing a jump as the audience cheered, the competitive spirit buzzing between all the skaters. They didn’t totally let go of figure skating though, Victor continued his coaching activities and Yuuri joined him as an assistant coach. Maybe Victor was a good coach to Yuuri but in all honesty he sucked in the spiritual and mental departments. That’s where Yuuri came in.

Together they made champions out of green skaters. Yuuri Plisetsky and Otabek Altin still gave no chance for others to get gold or silver, but even they had to retire sometime. Ever since Yuuri and Victor left competitive figure skating it was a constant battle of who wins gold, and according to Yuuri they were tied at the moment. “It reminds me of us,” Victor once said and Yuuri laughed for about half an hour at him, claiming he was starting to truly sound like an old man.

Yuri lived with them for a while, started to right when Yuuri moved in with Victor and moved out about two years after Victor and Yuuri got married. He made it official with Otabek that year and Yuuri took it upon himself to protect them from Victor’s skeptical protective dad phase.

“Hey Victor, aren’t Yuri and Otabek supposed to come over for dinner?” Yuuri asked from further up the aisle where he was picking out some seasonings.

“Yeah, it’s Sunday isn’t it?” Victor asked but checked his phone before Yuuri could. “Yeah it is.”

Victor’s compromise to give Yuri and Otabek his blessing was that they come over every Sunday for dinner. Yuri begrudgingly accepted the demand because despite all that he might say, he really loved their company and over the years of living together they had to have grown on him.

“Let’s make pork cutlet bowl it’s been a while,” Yuuri suggested and proceeded to pick out the right ingredients.

“Perfect!” Victor proclaimed with all his never ending flamboyance.

After ringing up their purchases and paying they split the bags between them and carried them to the car. The second Yuuri buckled up they were on the road.

When they got home they helped each other in sorting it out. After finishing that up they went to the living room. It was still too early to start cooking dinner, so they turned on the TV and didn’t watch anything at all, settling for each others’ lips instead.

“Yuuri do you think we’re going to stop being so ‘mushy and gross’ any time soon?” Victor quoted Yuri, his forehead and nose against Yuuri’s.

“Hm,” Yuuri pretended to think about it, leaning in for a drawn out kiss. “Not until death do us apart.”

“Mm,” Victor murmured thoughtfully against Yuuri’s lips. “I’d like to think we’ll spend the afterlife together as well, reincarnation is a nice thought as well.”

“You’re very sure every single version of me will fall in love with you.” Yuuri chuckled against his lips.

“Yeah we’ve got to be soulmates, no couple loves each other like us.” Victor pushed Yuuri further into the couch his hands starting to roam.

“I think Yuri and Otabek would disagree. I personally think they come close. Not quite though, no one in this whole world loves anyone as much as I love you.” Yuuri’s legs went around Victor’s hips and he buried his hands in Victor’s hair. His fingers laced themselves into the soft silver strands.

“You can’t say things like that when we have to get up to make dinner soon, I can’t be done with you till I spend that entire stamina of yours,” Victor’s lips went to his neck and he bit softly. Yuuri let out a choked breath and tightened his legs around Victor’s hips. He was already starting to get hard.

Victor pulled away completely and Yuuri didn’t even try to hide the whine at the loss the body pressing over him. Victor just laughed. “Hey..” Yuuri murmured, reaching with his arms, trying to coax Victor back into them.

“Yuuri.. that face isn’t fair! Listen after we finish up dinner alright?” Victor compromised, reaching a hand to Yuuri to help him get up.

Yuuri took it unenthusiastically and grumbled something about Victor’s face.

He gave Victor the silent shoulder for a while but stopped after the first splash of sink water hit his face.

“Bring it on old man,” he growled but the smile on his face was bright enough to blind Victor.

They ended up drenched from head to toe with their lips against each other. The katsudon was safely resting in the oven and someone’s hand was already on someone’s waist band. They didn’t even notice the knock on the door and it took them Yuri’s loud “you better not be fucking on the counter again,” coming from the living room for them to stop kissing. They had no time to pull apart though because Yuri was already in the kitchen.

“Oh my god,” Yuri sighed and turned away. “Shower, now.” He motioned to the door. When Yuuri tried to go after Victor Yuri grabbed the back of his sopping shirt. “No, you stay here. We won’t be done till the morning if you go in with him.”

“Who’s idea was it to give him keys to our love den?” Victor muttered from where he was in a few steps into the hallway.

“Yours you old pervert. I will not even acknowledge the fact that you called this poor respectful apartment a ‘love den’,” Yuri ran his hand through his now mid back long hair. “Listen, Otabek’s sister is visiting so we’ll bring her along. I knew the situation would be like this so I came ahead of time. Hurry up and get a quick shower and look presentable. Keep it civil tonight please.”

“That’s great Yuri, I’m sorry about that,” Yuuri had a soft blush on his cheeks as he scratched his the back of his head sheepishly.

“Save it piggy, do my hair.”

Yuuri braided Yuri’s hair and twirled it in a tight bun. He tugged a few strands loose from the braids in the front and hopped Yuri’s nose when he was done, making the younger scrunch it up.

“So how did meeting his parents go?” Yuuri asked. It took them a really long time to feel comfortable enough to tell Otabek’s parents. Cultural differences and norms stood in their way, it was hard enough to tell Yuri’s mom.

“It actually went really well, they were only mad about us keeping it from them for eight years. We actually have something to tell you tonight. We already told Otabek’s parents and my mom.” He was indirectly saying Yuuri and Victor were parental figures for him as well. Yuuri’s heart clenched in happiness.

“That’s great Yuri, I hate to say it but I told you, five years ago too,” Yuuri wiggled his eyebrows at him and Yuri just scowled at him.

“Shut up.”

Victor came back and motioned for Yuuri that the bathroom was clear. Yuuri excused himself and went to shower. After he put on some fresh nice clothes, he made his way back to the living room and motioned for the wrestling duo to come help him set the table.

Just as they finished putting down the last plate a knock came from the door. “I’ll get it,” Yuri skipped to the door and Yuuri looked after him, feeling very warm and fuzzy. A hand reached for his and squeezed, Yuuri looked up at Victor and smiled.

“Otabek! It’s been a while.” They hadn’t seen the couple for two weeks since they were at Almaty on break. Victor went to shake his hand, not smothering him in the usual hug respecting the presence of his sister.

Yuuri trailed behind Victor and reached for Otabek’s hand when Victor moved on to Otabek’s sister.

She was really beautiful, Yuuri noted. A warm tone of skin and dark charcoal like hair to enunciate her sharp grey eyes.

“You must be Otabek’s sister, hello!” Victor reach for her hand as she delicately took it. He reached for Yuuri and Yuuri instinctively folded himself against his side. “I’m Victor, and this is my husband Yuuri. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”

“Thanks,” her voice was soft and heavily accented. “Nice to meet you Mr. Victor, Mr. Yuuri,” a soft flush spread its way through her cheeks.

“No need for that, it’s just Yuuri and Victor.” Yuuri waved at her.

After they settled down on the table, Yuuri started to serve the food.

“Asel is a big fan of you too, that’s why she’s being so shy,” Otabek looked over at his sister and rolled his eyes. “You didn’t even say your name.”

“B-Bek!” She hissed, her face tomato red. Yuri’s shoulders were shaking in silent laughter.

“Beka, as crass as ever,” Yuri’s smile were not very compliant with his criticism.

“What! No need to be shy honey, you’re already family.” Victor said, completely getting off topic.

“That’s actually the meaning of her name,” Otabek pitched in and Yuri was dying of laughter.

“When did you learn Kazakh Vitya?” Yuuri looked confused. As if it was even possible Yuri laughed harder. Otabek glanced at him, very amused. Asel just buried her face in her hand to hide her blush.

“Anyways, I’m not family,” she finally said, changing the subject to shut Yuri’s wheezing up. “Yet, isn’t that right brother?”

That shut the both of them right up. Even Yuuri and Victor sobered up and cast curious glances between each other.

Yuri and Otabek fidgeted a bit under the table before they pulled out their now interlaced hands up for Victor and Yuuri to see.

Just as they noticed the glinting metal Otabek’s voice cut through any choked conclusion they could’ve come up with. “We decided to get married.”

Tears spilled down both Victor’s and Yuuri’s faces as they clambered out of their seats to collect the newly engaged couple in a hug. After a lot of sobbing and congratulatory words, Yuuri went up to put their now cold meals in the microwave to heat.

Otabek’s sister marveled at the taste and Yuri dug up old katsudon related memories. Yuuri hid his face in his hands as they brought back his ‘i’m pork cutlet bowl fatale that enthralls men’ phase and after some more jabs at him and Asel, he decided that he’s going to be her comrade in this world against teasing family members.

After clearing the plates and getting some Alenka bars for dessert, the engaged couple and Asel had to go since her flight was early tomorrow morning. Yuuri and Victor sandwiched her in a hug and whined at her to come back soon and to have a safe flight. They also gave final congratulatory and pride filled words to Yuri and Otabek and told them that they one million percent had their blessing.

After they closed the door and locked it, Yuuri and Victor went back to bed, dazed and warm. As they cuddled in the soft bed, with Victor’s fingers tracing patterns on Yuuri’s back and Yuuri’s hands playing with Victor’s hair, Yuuri suggested quietly, “Do you think it’s time we adopt a child?”

“Are you actually feeling competitive?” Victor gaped at him dramatically.

“Idiot, I am not,” Yuuri muttered. “I just feel like now that our single child has left the nest, it’s time we find a way to fill the aching void.”

“You could’ve said that when he moved out.” Victor wiggled his eyebrows at Yuuri, totally unconvinced.

“Alright maybe a little but I’m still serious, do you want to?” Yuuri implored.

“Of course I want to,” Victor chuckled, his nose going to nuzzle Yuuri’s neck.

“I want a girl, Asel is so very sweet I want to adopt a child as soft and cute as her,” Yuuri demanded.

“Oh so that’s the other half,” Victor deduced and Yuuri didn’t deny. “The cutest girl in the world is going to be our daughter. We can show her off to all the poor unsuspecting children in the rink.”

“Just don’t scare them away if they try to make friends, it’s a miracle Otabek didn’t run when you filled his bike with sticky notes full of threats.

“I can’t promise anything, I’m scared my baby daughter will get eaten up by the hyenas.” Victor shuddered melodramatically.

Yuuri just sighed. They did end up adopting a daughter, she was the cutest creature in the entire universe, probably no bias included. And hilariously enough, Victor ended up not having to intervene in any relationships since their cute child came out to them as an asexual aromantic when she turned sixteen. Just like Yuri, her looks were cute but her tongue was sharp, she always called them gross and quickly became Yuri’s favorite while Yuri became her favorite part of the family.

Yuri and Otabek also adopted an adorable set of identical twins, most of the time Victor couldn’t tell the boys apart but Yuuri always did. Their daughter became a sort of big sister to them, even though they were only a couple of years younger than her.

They always went on picnics with Yuri and Otabek’s family and let the children play together, so naturally they grew very close.

While their daughter quickly found her interest in skating, her fathers being instructors and all, the twins’ paths diverged. After retirement Yuri became a ballet instructor while Otabek settled for teaching, since he did study university while skating. He even went as far as getting a master’s degree in history and quickly climbed up to become a university professor.

The twins were very deeply connected, and did everything together even when they grew up. It was kind of shocking for them to have different interests for the first time, but while the elder seemed very interested in volleyball, the youngest seemed extremely invested in music.

At the end they all went their own paths, even their daughter didn’t end up taking a career in competitive skating and ended up becoming a precessional hockey player, which Yuuri and Victor were very proud of. They should’ve seen it coming with her fierce personality.

The eldest twin didn’t end up taking a career in volleyball either, and actually went to a very strong university abroad to study medicine. Yuri and Otabek were so proud and simultaneously sad about him having to leave. It got even worse when his brother tried his hardest to get a record label to sign him where his brother was, it seemed to be very excruciating for him to have to live without the other half of their duo with him. When their youngest followed their eldest there Yuri and Otabek followed them as well.

Overall their lives were beautiful, and they couldn’t have asked for any more as they grew old and grey together.

[fierarain]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Baahubali (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Devasena Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

Devasena is cajoled to go on a road trip with her boyfriend. How lies in store for the couple along the road?