#vikuuri

Thank you for your request. Sorry it took so long; I was more swamped under than I initially thought rip. Fair warning: I know absolutely nothing about Marvel or DC so I just gave the characters powers I think suit them. This will mainly focus on the podium family. Enjoy!!!

Yuuri danced along to the radio, humming a little as he poured out tea for himself. Smiling into the mug, he sipped at it and enjoyed the warmth as it filled him up. 

“Morning Makka,” he said with a smile, rubbing her fluffy head gently. “sleep well?” Makka nodded, nuzzling up against him gently. 

Yuuri laughed a little at her, and, when Viktor walked in, he only laughed more at his husband’s bedhead and grumpy look. Without a word, he slid the coffee he’d made for him across the counter. “Morning Viktor. Sleep well?”

Viktor rolled his eyes and sipped at the coffee. “No. How you managed to sleep through it is beyond me.”

“It?” Yuuri asked. “What’s it?”

Viktor opened his mouth to respond when suddenly water flooded the hallways of their apartment, washing up over their feet gently. Makka bounced around happily; she’d always loved the rain. 

“That.” Viktor said, frowning. “Yura has a temperature and so, instead of being able to produce ice, every time he sneezes, he produces water.”

Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his husband as the older froze the ice and broke it into little pieces to put them in the sink to melt. “So he keeps flooding the apartment. It’s not that bad is it?”

More water flooded the kitchen over the top of Viktor’s ice, soaking the bottom of Yuuri’s pyjama trousers. 

“Yes. It is that bad. Because I have to worry about Yura and his temperature, but he’s not making life easier.”

“Because he’s not as in control of his powers as we are.” Yuuri countered, holding out small flames to melt the ice in the sink faster and to evaporate the water in the room faster. 

“Yuuuuuuri, why can’t we just make him better?” Viktor whined as wet Makka climbed up onto his lap. “I now smell of wet dog.” 

“Could be worse.” Yuuri said, giving him a kiss on the crown of his head. “I know he’s busy, but maybe we could message Guang Hong and see if he could come over anytime soon to help Yuri heal faster? And for now, all we can do is look after him.” 

Viktor’s phone interrupted them and he glared at it for a moment before he answered smoothly. “Yes? Yakov, how can we-….. Oh…. But Yakov, we have a problem….Yes, I know this is more important, but Yura-…. Hello? Hello?!”

Yuuri raised an eyebrow at him. “Everything okay?” 

Viktor stared at the phone in disbelief. “He hung up on me!”

“Not what I meant. Why did he call at,” he checked his phone, “ten past nine on a day off?” 

Viktor brushed his hair out of his face. “Apparently there’s been a bank robbery. We need to be there to help.”

Yuuri nodded when another wave of water flooded the apartment. “Oh.”

“We can’t just leave Yura. Can we?”

“Go.” Yuuri said, pushing Viktor towards the door, still in his pyjamas. “I can dry the house faster.”

Viktor opened his mouth to argue when he walked into someone standing outside his door. Otabek.

“Hello Mr Nikiforov-Katsuki and Mr Katsuki-Nikiforov. Is Yura in?”

“Oh, sorry Otabek, he’s ill at the moment.” Yuuri said gently, pushing Viktor out of the door quickly.

“Do you want me to take care of him?” Otabek asked. “I heard about the robbery. I assume they’d ask the two best to sort it out, and so they’ll need you both.” 

Yuuri opened his mouth, frowning a little. Yuri, sounding very congested, shouted from his room. 

“Don’t let Beka come in! He might get sick.”

“Yura, I control air. How bad can that bad? Please Mr Katsuki-Nikiforov?” 

Yuuri stepped out of the way to let him through before he rushed off after Viktor, still in his pyjamas. He arrived on the scene and found Viktor had frozen the whole building with everyone inside. With a small chuckle, he melted himself an entrance and slipped in.

“Everything alright?” He asked with a smile. Viktor nodded, giving him a light kiss on the forehead. 

“Perfect my Katsudon. This man here,” he gestured with a wave of his hand and small icicles growing out of the floor by the person’s feet, “was trying to steal money. Which isn’t very good, is it? We’re just holding people here until Yakov arrives.”

When Yakov did arrive, Yuuri got a rare smile and Viktor got a pat on the back. “It would have been better for you two to come wearing something a little more professional.” Yakov pointed out. Viktor and Yuuri looked at each other before they burst out laughing.

“I guess we’d better go home then, huh?” Viktor looped an arm around Yuuri’s waist and the two walked back to their home together. “I hope Otabek’s coped with Yura fine.”

When they opened their front door, the inside looked like it had been hit with a hurricane, which was half true since it had been hit with combined random air and random water.

“Looks like Yuri got Otabek sick too.” Yuuri said, shaking his head in disbelief.