Okay so, probably the longest fic I’ve ever written? Even though it’s only like, 16 pages. Reader is kind-of clueless at the start, but it’s not that bad. It’s the first yandere fic I ever wrote, so bear with. Hope it’s not too terrible.
TW: Kidnapping(If there are others please let me know!)
Yuri x Reader x Yandere! Victor
(Oh yeah this also has two endings, it’s a fancy one)
You were skating around the rink, just doing your routine, which was quite simple. Your skates glided across the ice effortlessly. Smiling, you twirled around some more and on the third turn, you gasped upon seeing a figure standing off to the side. Someone was watching you. Stopping yourself, you went over to see them.
“Hello..?”“ you called. They looked at you, their sparkling blue orbs meeting your own shiny (e/c) ones.
“Hi! I’m Victor! Who are you?” The man spoke with a slight accent, despite his good Japanese. Victor? You shook your head, unsure.
“Nice to meet you Victor! I’m (Y/n).” Victor smiled, running a hand through his silvery hair.
“What an intriguing name” he stated. You smiled. He was opening his mouth to say more when the doors to the rink opened. Yuri came running his, his dark hair slick with sweat.
“Ahh, Victor! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be late, not at all. I feel SO ba- (Y/n)?!” he stopped, just to add your name at the end of his sentence. You grinned at him.
“Hey Yuri.” you chimed. A small blush rose to Yuri’s cheeks as he quickly glanced down.
“You two know each other? Victor asked. Yuri nodded, as did you.
“Ah, yes. We grew up together here in Japan. (Y/n)’s family then moved to Europe. She’s currently visiting, though I wouldn’t have thought to look here for her.” Yuri stated, all while putting on his skates. Victor nodded along, then proceeded to copy Yuri’s actions.
“(Y/n)! Let’s skate together a bit!” Victor suggested. Smiling, you skated out towards him and caught his hand. He spun your around and you mimicked his movements here and there, thought it was more complicated, having only ever skated with Yuri before and Victor was much taller than Yuri.
“You’re so graceful it’s astounding! Just crouch a bit more when you want to spin that way. Who was your coach?” Victor interrogated you.
“Ah thank you Victor. Yuri actually taught me everything I know.” Victor frowned a bit at that, though it disappeared quickly into a smile. Yuri then called out.
“Victor! You’re supposed to be teaching me, remember?” Yuri laughed. Victor’s face turned a bit red at that.
“Of course, of course. Ready Yuri?” Victor asked. Yuri nodded. You skated to the side of the rink and proceeded to sit on the bench and pull your own skates off.
“Good bye! Have a good night!” you called out to the two men. Yuri then turned towards you, smiling brightly.
“(Y/n)! Come to my place for dinner, hey!?” he called. You flashed a smile, bright enough to rival his own.
“Of course! Thanks Yuri!”
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You walked up the steps to Yuri’s place and slid open the door.
“H-hello! Where is everyone?” You called out. Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist and you were lifted onto someone’s shoulders.
“(Y/N)!!!” Victor drew out the last syllable. You smiled, patting his head.
“Hey Victor. Where’s Yuri?” Victor glanced at you.
“He’s in the kitchen.”
“And everyone else is away on a trip.” Yuri finished, walking in to place food on the table.
“OH! Yuri!” you jumped -well, more so fell- off Victors shoulders and strangled Yuri into a hug. He hugged you back, a huge smile on his face and Victor decided to join the hug.
“Look! We’re like a happy little family!” Victor chimed. You chuckled and broke away from the hug. Yuri spoke up with an excited tone.
“Food’s ready. Let’s eat!” The three of you pulled away from each other, Victor lingering a bit longer, before following you over to Yuri.
“You made pork cutlet bowls?! Why am I not surprised, Yuri!” You laughed. His face turned red and he smiled.
“Yeah, Yuri is just like a pork cutlet bowl. He is round like the bow-”
“Ok, ok Victor. Let’s just eat.” You had cut him off in favor of trying to save Yuri’s ego. The boys smiled and you all dug in to your food.
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You woke up, forgetting where you were. Rolling over, you came face to face with Yuri. You kicked your legs out from surprise and fell onto the floor with a loud bang.
“Oof!” You heard from under you. Your wrists were grabbed and you were pulled back.
“Good morning (y/n). You look lovely in the morning.” Victor purred into your ear. You shivered and cringed at the thought of your morning face and unkempt hair. You rolled off Victor, standing up. He mumbled something in another language and you frowned, finding it odd. He reached for your wrist again but you stepped away. This caused Victor to grab Yuri’s ankle instead, which was hanging off the side of the bed. Yuri yelped as Victor tugged him down.
“G-good morning Victor!” Yuri stammered.
“Oh, good morning Yuri!” Victor responded. You laughed and the boys followed suit, losing their tired morning eyes as their chuckles filled the air. You made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal and some milk, pouring yourself a bowl. You knew where everything was, considering how many times you had been to Yuri’s house and the fact that not much had changed. You sat down on the couch, starting to eat your cereal. You were contemplating what had happened last night that you had decided to sleep over. You assumed that you for sure, and probably Yuri, had gotten drunk, with both of you being the lightest of the lightweights. Victor, you weren’t sure. Chuckling to yourself you picked up your phone and started scrolling through social media. Yuri’s most recent post had the three of you eating supper last night. He had tagged you and Victor, so you clicked on Victors username and proceeded to almost choke on your cereal. VICTOR NIKIFOROV?! You shook your head at how stupid you had been for not realizing sooner. Slapping your phone onto the couch, you went and washed your dishes. Sitting back down you turned on the tv. Footsteps could be heard from the bedroom now. You turned the volume up on the tv, sinking further into the couch.
“Aha! Found you (y/n)!” you hummed in response and turned around, realizing it must be Victor. Before you could turn completely, something was placed over your eyes. Your hands flew up to pull it off, but larger hands gripped your wrists.
“Hahaha! Could you let go? Please....?” You shivered when his breath fanned against the back of your neck.
“Have you ever wanted to see Russia?” You pondered for a moment, unsure how to respond.
“I, uhm, yes. Yuri and I thought maybe we could go sometime, he’s always wanted to-” Victor’s hand clamped over your neck, a nervous chuckle that sounded like it bordered on delirium escaped his mouth.
“You wont be going to Russia with Yuri. It’ll be me instead.”
“Huh? W-what do you mean?” you stammered, muffled by his hand. It must be a joke. You barely knew Victor and Yuri should be coming for breakfast soon, right?
“Victor..?” you managed to squeak out from behind his hand.
“Yes, (y/n)?” he hummed. Taking a deep breath as he removed his hand, you asked him a question.
“Why do you want to take me to Russia with you? I barely know you.”
“Hmm~ Good question. Maybe I just feel like it. But maybe, despite barely knowing each other, I can tell we were made for each other.” You thrashed against him, figuring no one, especially someone with such a good reputation, would take a joke this far.
“No, please don’t take me anywhere. We are NOT made for each other and taking me to Russia against my will is, against the law! Yuri, will be here any second, and he’ll have you leave!” you yelled, hoping Yuri would hear.
“Yuri is having a nice, long sleep right now. Besides, I’m taking you to Russia, regardless of the law.” You paled, understanding what he meant. Then you were jolted forward by a harsh force against your head. Darkness rushed forward, catching you in it’s grasp.
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You awoke with a jolt. Recalling the event that took place a few hours ago, you took in your surroundings. Victor was beside you, holding your hand. He seemed to be sleeping. You looked to your left, taking note that you were on a plane, sitting by a window. You could see snow covering the ground. You couldn’t believe Victor had taken you away from Japan. Stretching, you knew you had to do something. The flight you were taking back to Europe was departing in a few hours and you had to get home. You had to. After another half hour, the plane landed. You grabbed a ticket from Victor’s pocket and stood up, snatching the bag under your chair and stepping over him carefully. Dashing off the plane you rushed into the terminal. Upon looking around, you realized there were no signs in English, much to your dismay. You turned one way and another until deciding to follow the majority of the crowd to what looked like an exit. You hadn’t taken many steps until an iron grip was around your wrist. You tried to pull away but only got dragged closer to your kidnapper.
“It’s just me (y/n). Calm down, and don’t ever try that again.” Victor hissed into your ear. You took in a shaky breath and nodded. Victor smiled and turned you both around. To anyone watching, nothing seemed abnormal. Unless they looked closer and noticed the panic look and bruise forming around your wrist. Victor led you through the airport, somehow escaping mobs of people who chased after him, wanting pictures or autographs. You two finally made it outside where a cab was waiting. Getting into the back, Victor put the bags in the teunk and gave the address to the driver. Soon enough the cab arrived at the most luxurious looking apartment complex you had ever seen. You helped Victor grab the baggage this time, and you took the elevator up to the fifth floor. He ushered you inside and locked the door behind you. You almost forgot your predicament when you saw how nice it was.
“Welcome home (y/n)!” Victor chimed. Your situation hit you like a brick once again. You crumpled to the floor in a break down.
“Take me back to Yuri! Bring me back to Europe!” you sobbed. Victor crouched down beside you, wiping the tears from your face.
“Don’t cry. You’re better off without Yuri. Better off nowhere near him. I can’t bring you to Europe, because then you’ll be leaving me! Besides, Russia is your home now. Your home is with me!” Victor whispered. You tried to control your sobbing, but the tears just came harder. Victor picked you up, holding you close. You tried to push him away but he just held you tighter. Giving up, you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. He kissed your head and sat down on the couch, rocking you back and forth.
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You opened your eyes, feeling fatigue wash over you. It had been weeks since Victor had taken you. He had announced you as his significant other when the coach asked why he wouldn’t stop bringing you to practice. Now the whole world knew, and they all believed it. Despite everything, Victor was taking such good care of you, sometimes you could forget you had been kidnapped and didn’t want this. You would only get reminded of the truth when you said something that didn’t sit well with Victor, or refused to listen to him. He always put you back in place, quickly and effectively. You sighed, rolling out of bed. Waking up Victor, he kissed you good morning. You both got ready for the day, packing duffle bags with changes of clothes and your skates. You hopped into Victor’s sleek sports car and he drove you both over to the rink for another performance. Victor had, of course, managed to make his coach put you into most of Victor’s routines in any performances. Upon arriving at the rink, you managed to make out one familiar person in the throngs of people. It was Yuri.
“Victor, I’m just going to use the washroom.” you said. He nodded.
“Ok (y/n), just be back in 5 minutes or I’m coming to get you.” you swallowed down your nerves and walked towards the washrooms. As soon as you couldn’t see Victor, you booked it. Dashing about, some people here and there tried to call out and talk to you, but you ignored them in favor of finding one person. You finally saw him.
“YURI! Yuri!” you panted. He turned to look at you and you threw your arms around him.
“Oh Yuri, please! We must leave now! He can’t see you, or me, or us. Please Yuri we must-” Yuri shushed you with a finger.
“Calm down (y/n). Who?”
“V-Victor. He kidnapped me!” Panic was starting to set into you once more.
“W-what?! No, he would never.” Yuri stammered.
“But he did. Yuri we must leave/ Please believe me, I would never lie. Our time is running out.” Yuri frowned, caught in thought, but a gentle tug on his sleeve had him sighing.
“Aren’t you and Victor happy? Aren’t you two a couple?” Yuri choked out. You shook your head vigorously.
“No. I like you Yuri. Always have. Your faces shone red and you both leaned towards each other, your lips sealing the deal. Camera flashes blinded your peripheral and gasps and murmurs were heard all around.
“Let’s get going then, (y/n). Yuri whispered. You nodded and grabbed his hand, glad you were getting out of there. You both dashed towards the doors of the stadium.
——————————————— Yuri’s ending
Running out through the doors, Yuri flagged down a cab. Helping you in, you told the driver to go to the airport.
What exactly are you doing in Russia Yuri?” you asked him after a moment of pondering.
“Oh. I saw a post about you and Victor performing here. I missed you so much, I had to come see you, and, well- I really do like you. I didn’t want to believe you’d just leave like that with Victor. It just isn’t you. So I came for answers. I’m glad I found you.” Yuri smiled a gentle smile and you leaned against him.
“Thank you, Yuri. I’m so glad you saved me. I really like you too.” The cab stopped, pulling up to the airport. Yuri hopped out, offering his hand to you. Grabbing it you followed him into the airport and up to a booth. There were a few tickets left for a flight to Japan that left in 5 minutes. It was too good to be true.
“From there we can grab our stuff and then head to Europe.” Yuri stated. You nodded, liking the plan. You and Yuri made your way to the terminal and boarded the plane.
“Thank you Yuri, I don’t know what I would have done without you.” you sighed. Yuri grabbed your hand in his own.
“Haha, I’m glad I could help you. I love you, (y/n).”
“I love you too, Yuri.”
——————————————— Victor’s ending
“Oh! Yuri! Luck!” You both froze in your tracks. A hand landed on Yuri’s shoulder and the other gripped your wrist so tight you thought it might pop off.
“V-Victor!” you started. “We were just- I just-” your words were spilling out almost incoherently.
“I saw (y/n) and came to say hi!” Yuri broke in. “It’s been a while! You both left so abruptly, I wasn’t sure what to think.” He almost hissed the last part at Victor, who only forced a smile onto his face. But his eyes were a different story. They were wild with fury, the blue looking nowhere near as pretty as it normally was. He knew something was up.
“Now, Yuri. (Y/n) and I have a performance we need to perform in. Good day.” Victor whipped around, dragging you along as you turned back for Yuri, but he was already lost in the crowd. You looked up at your captor.
“Victor I-”
“You thought you could LEAVE me!! I saw you take his hand. He was going to take you.” Victor was seething now. “Never. I will never let you out of my sight again.” Sitting down on the bench, Victor pulled off your jacket, and grabbed your skates. You tried standing up but he forced you back down. He grabbed your feet and slid your skates on, lacing them up and then doing up his own. He gripped your hand and took you out to the ice. Skating towards the centre, music started filtering out of the speakers. The crowd cheered and yelled as you and Victor sarted to do impossibly complicated twirls and spins together. At that moment; you caught sight of Yuri. He reached out his hand and you reached out your own, fingers brushing, but Victor grabbed your hand in his own and glared at Yuri. Victor spun you around and pulled you close to himself.
“You’re mine.” He whispered in your ear. Everything about him was cold.
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