~Georgi Popovich~

The sun poured into the room upon the blankets, legs tangled up with such lovely white ones that were artistically placed beside him, his hand fell to the side of a gorgeous face as he looks down to him. Viktor, holding him close, arm scooped under his back as he speaks.

“I don’t think you realize….” Purrs Georgi’s lips, “How much trouble we’re going to be in with your parents….. How will they ever find it in them to accept me…? To be your lover?”

“CUT.” Calls the director.

GROAN. “I got the line right, what’s wrong THIS time?” Georgi calls from the false bed in the studio.

@vkusno-viktor

Georgi had a new bag over his shoulder, a shower to remove the smell of amniotic fluid and blood, and fresh clothing, even an extra layer on so he can wrap Viktor in it when he returned. “Poor thing…” He mutters as his footsteps grow lighter in the room, as not to wake him. “I got him some comfort items from home… I hope it helps him feel more comfortable…. Is there anything I should be watching out for when I’m in here with him…?”

“Blood is of course the big one,” their nurse replied. “We’ll be coming in regularly but if you notice any more blood, fluids or contractions, press the emergency button.”

She opened the door, revealing an absolutely conked out Omega. “He may be a bit more tired than usual due to the medication. It’s totally normal.”

“Good…. good, I can watch for that…” Georgi nods, looking down at his husband as he unwraps the outer shirt on himself, and drapes it over him. Even the littlest bit of a fresh scenting should be good, right?

The bag is set down on the chair nearby, just thinking of what he could do next. Perhaps read. Perhaps he should call the attorney. 

“Feel free to call if you need anything, Mr. Popovich. Oh! And there’s a cafeteria on floor three, if you want to grab a meal,” she offered sweetly.

Viktor stirred a little as Georgi laid his shirt over him, and opened his eyes bleerily. “Gosha….? Mmm…. Welcome back… how long was I out…?”

“Sshhhhh….” He hushes a little. “You weren’t out long…. I just got back…. You should sleep more….”

Georgi pushes a silvery hair from his face, gazing down to his husband. That poor omega, even under sleep’s affect, he looks like he had been crying. Their panic earlier was still in the air.

Viktor took Georgi’s hand in his, and nuzzled against it. “….I’ll try?” He sounded uncertain. “I’m tired, but…. Sleep was kinda hard,” he admitted sheepishly. “Weird dreams.”

“Might be a medication side effect…”

He sits down beside him, stroking his arm delicately while he speaks to his husband. Perhaps with a safe presence, it will get better.

“Or perhaps you needed your husband to keep you safe.”

“Mmm, hubby does always help a little,” Viktor agreed sleepily. His arm itches, and he can’t even scratch because of the damn IV. “I think I’m just cranky. Medicine and nearly premie baby, IV and dealing with the hospital, anything to do with Louis… I’m just so over it all.”

He can imagine. Whatever he went through is nothing like the horrors Viktor must be feeling, now magnified by pregnancy and hormones. He kisses the back of his hand, eyes trailing to the belly where he leaves another kiss there.

“You’re more than welcome to let it out baby… however we can.. cry, whine, eat… whatever I can do, I’ll help.”

“Mmm. Crying and eating are contenders. But I doubt the hospital will let me eat half a gallon of ice cream with hot fudge,” he laughed quietly. “So for now I’ll just complain to my very understanding husband and scold my tummy bean.”

“Mmmm… lot of scolding…” he says. “…. So… what did you think of that name I mentioned? Yasha? Or did you want to think over some other names….?”

“…I like it,” he replied quietly. “Yakov would cry, of course. But… I like it. We named a baby after my mother last time. I… I like the idea of letting you name this one. It feels…. Fair.”

A soft smile appears on his face as he looks to the bump. “…. I think it’s a good gender neutral name… I thought I’d choose my parents names…But if I do, I’m not sure I’ll be consolable the first month.”

Viktor nodded, and squeezed Georgi’s hand. “…I think… if we use your parents names, it should be on a baby we know the gender of… You can get used to calling them those names while they’re still baking,” Viktor pointed out. “It may not be so hard on you then.” He kissed the back of Georgi’s hand, and settled a hand on his stomach. “…Yasha it is. Yasha Popovich. I like it.”

That was a great point, he would want to get used to it slowly, make his husband slightly ready for the torrent of emotions it would bring. Maybe if they had more babies.

“….nice to meet you, yasha…” he mutters, pressing another kiss to the belly.”

The baby responded with a little kick, and Viktor laughed. “So you listen to Papa, huh? Maybe Papa can get you to roll over the right way.”

“What, are they on your bladder?” He asks, gently massaging the side. “I can try, but…. I’m gonna be honest, I’m worried about making labor start up again.”

“Mmm, I mean rolling to the right position for a natural birth… if I can avoid a C section I’d rather do that, you know…? Easier recovery… and no two month no sex rule.”

“I know…. But this early. I’m nervous…” he says. “I’ll see if the nurse can teach me a thing or two….”

“Not right now… but over the next two weeks.”

Viktor closed his eyes a d let his head flop back against his pillow. “M’ tired….”

“Poor thing… rest… I will handle everything else, but you should sleep… it’ll be the most we get after the baby is born.” He smiles and kisses him a bit. “I’ll read a bit…”

Viktor snorted softly. “Tell me about it. Three kids in eighteen months. One learning to walk, one premie and one with trauma…. Like we have a death wish. Or hate sleep.”

“I can handle it all darling…. Soon we will have our little family all in one house, and we can find something that works for it all.”

He hums, pulling out his planner.

Viktor nodded slowly—closing his eyes and beginning to relax. “Mm…. Kay… love you….”

Sleep was a godsend after today… and it didn’t take long for Viktor to nod off again.

Waking up the next morning, however, was terrible. He was cramping, his stomach was killing him, and he needed to pee like hell — but he was tangled in the damn IV and the nurse was taking her sweet ass time replying to the call button, since he hadn’t pushed the emergency call.

Okay. Maybe he was a little cranky today.

Georgi had fallen asleep in the chair somehow, leaning into it like a draped bodysuit, head hanging off the back of it. When he hears a few beeps, he barely tnoight anything of it…. Until he realized where he was and why.

He twitches, blinking awake.

“Hmm Hnnn….. babe…! Wnatdououneed….”

“Bathroom,” he replied simply. He was frowning, fidgeting, face irritable. The baby had a way of amplifying simple bodily needs at times, whether it was using the restroom or eating, and Viktor’s patience wore thin at times as a result.

“Fuck, where is the damn nurse?”

Shit. Shit. He drops his book, rushing to his feet and coming over to get the pole where the medicine hung. He begins to maneuver the tubes around him, trying to get him up and going.

“Aaaahhh…. Alright… here… we got this….” He says, rolling the pole beside him.

Moving was hard. Between the IV tugging and the pressure in his bladder, he was not having the best time. And of course, it was once Georgi had him standing that their new nurse came into the room.

“Oh—you’re on bed rest, you shouldn’t be—“

“Bathroom,” Viktor interrupted. He hobbled to the attached bath, the tube connecting him to his IV hanging through the mostly-closed door while he finally got the relief he needed.

The nurse had the presence of mind to at least look a little guilty. “A—apologies…. Here—let me…”

“Gosha? Could you please bring me a change of clothes from my bag? I’d like to change out of the hospital gown…”

“Of course….” Georgi remembers when his appendix ruptured, Howell inconsistent they were with sending nurses to those pressing the call button. He returns to the bedside, getting some folded long shirts, button, downs, as requested, and returning to the bathroom to give to his husband. ”Im glad it wasn’t an emergency…” he says.

Thank God for cotton night shirts.

Seriously, with how expensive hospital bills were, you would think they could give you less terrible gowns.

He wrapped the long shirt around himself after he washed his hands and threw the plasticy gown out, and opened the door.

The nurse helped him back into bed, apologizing quietly for the delay — but offering no explanation.

“We’ll bring breakfast around in about half an hour,” she explained. “And we’ll do your second dose of medicine at the same time.”

“Thank you.”

She left the two of them in the room again. Viktor tried to relax, but his grumpy mood was apparently going to stick around a little if the frown on his face said anything.

Georgi assists back towards the bed, knowing now just from this proof that it’s best for him to be here as often as possible to avoid Viktor having any accidents. He takes a deep breath. “I would like someone to at least respond to let us know that they’ll be on their way in case of an emergency. The nurse yesterday asked us to ring the button in case we saw anything urgent, and I can’t have him wait long if that’s going to put him or our baby at risk.” He’s trying to be gentle in his tone, he wants it to go smoothly, he wants Viktor to be supported, he wants that baby to stay in there for another two weeks.  “If I don’t see someone respond, I’m going to come out to speak to anyone I can find at the desk to make sure we’re all in the same loop.”

“SHIT.” THUMP. That’s the fourth time he’s dropped something on his way to class, and it wasn’t going to make Georgi any less late than he was now. This time, it was his mound of books. Another semester under his scholarship, another caseload of homework that could kill a man. It didn’t help that it was Monday again. His busiest day, and yet, also his favorite. He gets to work beside his best friend in the famous Lilia Baronovskaya class, the single one she does per semester, where only a select few students get in. However, this semester, the pair got to work as her assistants.

Well… he will, if he isn’t late. Finally, he stumbles through the door, with his busted backpack zipper coming right back down after he stuffs that same dropped book inside of it. One or two papers fly behind him, but, it’s fine. So long as it’s not homework, he’s fine. Just fine. 

@vkusno-viktor

“We’re here.” The police officer calls quietly to the two obviously distressed omegas in the back seat. “Would you like a minute before we go in?”

“No… No, I’d like to get this done and over with.” Georgi nods. “Thank you, officer, for the ride.”

Georgi slowly opens the door, trying to scoot out in somewhat of a graceful manner without absolutely eating it out on the sidewalk. Finally, with some assistance, he’s upright, waddling into the police station. Upon entering, he can hear some laughter, his eyes fall on the source as he’s wandered inside to a conversation of multitudes that stands before the front desk, a familiar figure in a suit beside her who laughs with the officers; the familiar politician, Igor Dispunitov…. and of course his glimmering daughter in her red dress.

He stops in his tracks, eyes widening.

No.

Oh, hell no.

Viktor tried to remain as calm as possible as he put himself between Georgi and Anya. “Ignore her,” he murmured quietly. “Ignore her and focus on me, okay….? I just texted Vanya to tell him what’s going on… He said he’s on the way. He finished up all his orientation day stuff so it was just shadowing, and he can make that time up due to the emergency…”

Usually if she’s there, Georgi can feel immediate tears, and the inability to breathe, but in the moment he recognized Anya from where she stands, all that exists in his skin is the cold of winter. It felt like death. It felt like dread that would never die. He looks to Viktor, his eyes trying to focus onto him, and not the laughter happening beside the desk. 

“……Sh…. She has an alibi…” He whispers. “…I-I’ll never be rid of her…”

“She could order someone to do it, which makes her just as guilty,” Viktor murmured. “Ignore her… we’ll be rid of her eventually. Right now, let’s just… focus on this. Making our statements… and then figuring out what to do about the broken window.”

“Popovich?” The male voice over his shoulder snags his attention before his own mind tells him to ignore it. He looks up, seeing the well suited Dispunitov, brows furrowed the moment he sees those tearful eyes and exhausted features. “Good heavens, what on earth happened to you…?”

“Georgi, darling…” Anya tilts her head, approaching with her father. “How…. serindipidous, we’ve seen each other all day today.”

He shakes his head, turning his eyes forward to not make any eye contact. “… I-I need to make a police report.” Is all he says.

“Is someone hurting you?” Her father asks.

“I-In a way, sir.”

Oh, if only this man fucking knew. A part of Viktor wanted to spell it out for him—but that would be playing right into Anya’s hands.

So instead, he discretely placed himself halfway between Georgi and Anya, while making it look as if he was just joining the conversation.

“Someone threw a brick through our window in the middle of dinner. Can you believe it?” He was careful to keep his tone non-accusatory… but Anya would know they were well aware of who was responsible.

His heart rate spikes every time it feels like the attention from either of them falls upon his shoulders. Hell, even his baby is bouncing around, almost alerting him that the stress is getting to be too much.  

“Oh, heavens… See, princess? This is why I don’t let you live directly on campus.”

“Oh, yes… I know…” She nods, giving such a cartoonish feigned worry. “The two of you are safe here. Daddy, why don’t we offer them a room on the estate for the night?”

“Grand idea.. either of you are welcome.” 

“We don’t live on campus. We live in my late mother’s house, over on Lilac.” It was known to be a safe area of town. Let him try and wheedle at that.

“And while we appreciate the offer… I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving my home empty with an entire window busted out. Our Alpha is on his way.”

Thank goodness for Viktor, Georgi finds himself immediately choking on any word that attempts to come out. He nods as he squeezes Viktor’s hand. “W…. We’re going to be fine….w…we just…. need to make our report.”

“Aww…. Don’t stress too much.” She says, reaching over and wrapping her arms around him. “We may be broken up, but I still care. Keep you and that baby safe. Your alpha will take good care of you.” 

The moment she touches him, Georgi felt his entire body shut down. He can’t push her off without police seeing. He can’t react without her father seeing. He just feels her scent washing over him, and how…. overwhelming… it seems. Like she’s doing it on purpose. 

Finally, she lets go. “Daddy? Can we get going? We’ve been here for two hours now….”

“Has it already been that long? We probably should. Your mother will worry if we’re out too late after the banquet ended… The both of you take care.” Despunitov says, patting Georgi’s shoulder and turning to leave with his daughter.

Of course, that was when a frantic Vanya finally arrived—sweating and panting, still wearing his security uniform.

And seeing his Omega looking so upset, reeking of Anya — who was walking away like nothing ever happened?

Not on his watch.

He growled lowly, frowning. “Anya,” he said gruffly, moving to stand between her and the exit. “I only want you to talk to Georgi through your lawyer from now on. You can’t sue him and then get all familiar. Stay away from my Omega and leave him alone,” he declared. It wasn’t a request, but a challenge. “And don’t ever touch him without his permission again.”

The Alpha had no fucking clue who Anya’s father was. For all he knew, the man with her was her lawyer. He didn’t give a shit. But he would throw hands if it meant protecting his boyfriend. “And that goes for Viktor, too.”

Anya’s face falters for the first time that evening, seeing a tall hockey player alpha, larger than herself, blocking her and her father as he draws a very clear line. She tucks against her father’s side, who immediately holds a hand up. “Now hold on there….” He frowns. “I don’t think you can speak to my daughter like this, what kind of accusations are you making?”

“Vanya…” Georgi croaks, covering his face. “… Please…. just…. come here…?” He asks, knowing Despunitov’s got the police on his side, and an alibi that’s solid. “Please……” He feels like he’s about to pass out, but for the sake of the rest of their evening, he needs to keep it together. Make the police report. Submit the report to the insurance. Get out of here. Shower a thousand times to get rid of this stench that was making his skin crawl.

“No accusations, simply statements of fact. We’ve got her letter from her lawyer if you want a copy,” Vanya replied bluntly. He was every inch a protective Alpha — and he had zero intentions of allowing Anya to bully her way through their life.

Neither was he going to do anything that could land them in more hot water. Telling Anya to talk through her lawyer and leave them alone was hardly illegal.

“I mean no disrespect, sir. But anyone can see my Omega is upset, and she did not help. Again. Despunitova — stay away from Georgi and Viktor.”

He walked past her, brushing her off as if she were more an inconvenience than anything. He needed her scent off his Omega now.

“It’s okay, Gosha… I’ve got you.”

“Lawyer…?” Despunitov looks down to his daughter as they’re stepping out. “Princess, what does he mean?”

Anya glares behind her, watching the other alpha engulf the two omegas into his arms, with a sneer on her face. “…..I’ll tell you later, Daddy… It’s ridiculous…”

Georgi, on the other hand, buries his face against Viktor and Vanya, sniffling as he hugs onto them. “I-I just want to go home…” He whimpers. 

“I know, darling.” Vanya nuzzled against his head, doing his best to cover up Anya’s scent with his own. “We will as soon as we file this report. And I’ll make sure Anya fucks off in the future… I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier. You two weren’t hurt, were you? I don’t smell any blood…”

“N-No…. I don’t think so.” He muffles, wiping his tears with one of his hands and trying to officially calm down now that his ex was out of the room. “Viktor was… was really great… h-he helped me keep my head… I’m sorry about all of this, I really am….”

“You aren’t to blame here, babe.” Vanya wrapped Georgi in a protective hug. “Not in the fucking slightest. You are not at fault… she caused this, not you. Deep breaths… in…. Out…. There we go…. I’ve got you. I promise,” he reassured.

“Georgi? They’re ready for us,” Viktor prodded gently. “Interview room two.”

He lifts his head up, nodding despite his desire to just leave. If they were foinf to get the window paid for, this is what they needed to do. He turns, a waddle towards the interview room.

“Ah….” The police officer at the door holds a hand up. “Procedure is to speak with all members one at a time. It should not take long.” He says, gesturing Georgi inside.

Vanya did not look pleased in the slightest. “My Omega has been traumatized enough tonight,” he complained. “Why are you treating them like they did something wrong? They were victims of a crime,” he defended.

“Taking statements separately, except in the case of minors, is needed.” The officer assures. “It allows for the least amount of distractions, it’s much faster, and much more accurate. I’m going to ask for this gentleman’s statement as well in room three. The windows will remain uncovered if you want to keep an eye on them.”

Georgi looks over to Vanya, wishing he didn’t have to go into a room with a stranger… but it’s best, if the officer knows they were cooperating. He nods a little, and looks to Viktor. “I-It’ll be okay…” He assures them both. “W-We can make the report and go home…”

It ain't about him

Coming to St Petersburgh had been difficult, but the longer Yuuri was there the more he got used to the language as well as everything else. He still struggled with some of the more complex words, but his coach said he was doing much better than when he’d first came.

One morning during his practice, the Japanese skater was working on some figures, making sure he was still skating cleanly despite a couple of days off after fluffing a landing. He noticed off to the side that his coach was looking a little nervous.

@georgipopovich-voiceblog

Xi messages right back [I’m excited to eat. Since my heat ended, I’m like stupid hungry] 

[Plus I have only had my healthy skater snacks to eat lately since we haven’t gone shopping]

Ashido [I’m gonna eat so much chipotle sauce]

Yasha [Does my mom know you’re breaking your important Skater diet?]

Tomo [not unless you tell him. You gonna tell him?]

Yasha [well of course not. He needs energy if he’s gonna help me with my rut]

Xi: [That’s kinda my logic, plus, according to you, I barely ate anything, I gotta keep up my calories for a bit…]

Ashido: [Yeah, you’re gonna need it for when you get piledrived over the next week]

Tomo: [gonna get your ass fucked boooiiii]

Yasha: [my first rut wasn’t even sexual! Don’t be an ass]

Ashido [yeah but neither was Xi’s first heat, you should have seen him walking today between classes]

Xi: [Was it that obvious????]

Ashido: [kinda]

Tomo: [is your ass gonna be able to take any more? Especially if it starts early]

Yasha: [he has a point Xi, will you be ok?]

Xi: [It’s fine, I just wasn’t happy about running around school today!]

Xi: [Besides… kinda like that it aches a bit]

Ashido: [Lmao perv]

Getting done with work and going straight to class is usually how a morning like this works. He finishes up his night shift as a bouncer, gets three hours of sleep, and walks to the coffee shop on campus to start his day officially. It’s not the worst feeling in the world, not like Georgi’s student life. The moment he walks into a hall, it parts like the red sea, lined with eyes that stare at his eyeliner, his dark hair and pale skin contrast, the dark gothic rings and shirts he wears. If they were kind eyes, he could handle it…

But they never are.

He walks into class, head low, finding his way to the back of the class, earning some snickers as he passes. Shitheads. Once he makes it to the back, he shoots a glare back that direction, and slinks down into a seat.

@porkkatsuyuuri

How dare they?

How dare those two, the abuser and his apologist, embarrass his girlfriend’s friend like that? The whole class on his side. The nerve of those two flaunting such happiness! 

Georgi’s behavior had gotten him in mild trouble, his friends more than himself… but J.J. knew better now. Don’t go near ATM’s, instead, a classroom or hallway…. and this time? 

Perhaps Georgi will learn. Especially if his little boy toy ends up feeling the brunt of it. He pulls his hood up, following the Japanese man towards the library, all while looking at his phone, camera on so it’s not so obvious he’s watching the man.

It took a minute for Yuuri to realise he ways being followed, but JJ wasn’t as obvious as he liked to think he was. He had his own phone out, his own camera on, but this time he was recording. If nothing happened…no problem. He’d be fine.

He just needed to make it to the library.

He follows closer, hands in his pocket as he wanders after the man, slowly, he comes up by his side, and shoves him into an open door, lucky that nobody is in there this time.

He has a lesson to teach.

“No!” He gasped, struggling against it but ending up on his ass anyway. His phone skittered out of reach, he hoped it just had a good enough angle on what was about to happen.

“You.” He says, closing the door. “How did you do it? How did you turn the whole school on her? She’s a victim.”

“I didn’t…I didn’t do anything!” Yuuri pushed himself to his feet, backing away from JJ. “She’s not a victim though JJ, only in her own mind. The only thing Georgi did against her was stand up for himself and leave!”

“No. Anya stood up for herself and kicked him out. You don’t know anything! You can’t just leave someone like that. You know how many times I’ve tried? It’s not fucking allowed.” He says, approaching quickly, getting face to face with him. “People like Georgi and I don’t get to fucking leave. We have to follow fucking instructions.”

“It’s…JJ.” Yuuri swallowed, keeping his hands where they could be seen. “You are you’re own person. Did…have you been threatened…?”

“Don’t you dare fucking ask me anything. You ruined everything. Do you know how dangerous it is to even think of stepping away???” He asks stomping down onto his foot. “Do you know how you RUINED EVERYTHING?”

“Aah!” Yuuri cried out, collapsing to the floor as pain shot up his foot. “Take…responsibility for your own life JJ! You could be as happy as Georgi if you just fucking let yourself!’

“Have you been listening??? It’s not allowed! He got lucky, he got to be cut off, he got to get away!” He starts swinging, pushing the man onto his back.

This was insane, but all Yuuri could think to do was let JJ take his frustration and jealous out on him. It hurt like a bitch…but it’d prove something.

Swing. Swing. Kick. Kick.

Eventually, noises are heard in the hallways, and the door swings open to where the teachers look in. “Oh my god!” One gasps. “Get off of him! WHat is wrong with you?”

“Can someone call security? And an ambulance?”

One kick had cracked his glasses, another had sent a jet of blood into his mouth…probably from his nose. His body ached, his foot hurt.

No wonder Georgi was so fucked up before.

Wait…

“Phone…my phone.”

The teachers gather around him, and look down at him. “Yuuri? Oh, heavens, it’s Yuuri Katsuki…. J.J. What on earth is the matter with you?”

“He knows what he did!” The man sobs out. “He knows!”

“Get him out of here…”

“Don’t be mad…he needs help…he’s like…Georgi…” Yuuri tried to pull himself to his feet, but didn’t get very far. He did manage to grab his phone and stop the recording. The pain was bad though…each movement nearly had him blacking out.

“Don’t!” The teacher gasps. “Stay down… we’ve got an ambulance on its way, just stay down…… do you have anyone we can call?”

“Phichit Chulanont…Georgi Popovich….they’re the…closes I’ve got for emergencies…” He closed his eyes, taking off his glasses as they were neither use nor ornament.

“Right. I’ll call the main office and have them phoned in….”

The sirens approach, and soon, paramedics are loading in, along with police to get J.J. taken away.

“I’m ok…I’ll be fine. I just need to go home.” He groaned.

“You’re really not. We need to check you for internal damage too, especially your head and your nose.”

“Yuuri, you’re bleeding from the mouth…”

“Make way!” The paramedic calls as they wheel in a gurney. “Okay, alright, step aside, give us room…. Sir? Can you hear me…?” They ask, kneeling down beside him.

“That’s…I don’t need all that. I’m ok.” He nodded to confirm he could hear the paramedic ok.

“Good…. You can hear me… now I see quite a bit of blood on your face, I’d like to get you to a hospital so we can make sure there’s no broken bones. Can I load you onto the gurney and get you somewhere safe..?”

“Can…can we wait till…my friend gets here…or my boyfriend?” He asked, tears in his eyes as he shifted. God it hurt.

“We’ll wait for him in the ambulance.” The man says. “But we should get you out of the classroom and cleaned up.”

Georgi Popovich to the student square. the intercom calls out. 

“Please…don’t make me go without him.” Yuuri begged, letting himself be moved onto the gurney.

“YUURI!” A voice calls in the hallway as the Japanese man is wheeled out. 

Georgi’s footsteps thunder between people, his bag bouncing on his back as he rushes. 

“Move! Move! That’s my boyfriend! Yuuri!”

“Georgi!” He called back once he heard him. “Please! Please wait! He’s coming!”

Georgi scrambles between two people, nearly pushing them down as he makes his way over. The paramedic slows for a moment. “Are you the boyfriend or the friend?”

“Boyfriend!” He pants. “Oh, god… Yuuri…. You’re bleeding….”

The light of the sky swallows every inch of a farm, the only solace of cool air is in the scarce shade of the tall barn and work houses on the Katsuki farm. The first day as a farmhand on any property would be filled with potential mistakes. However, Georgi knew the routine: Never say no to a higher up, lift with his legs, hydrate, and more recent than not, a new rule, don’t sleep with the daughter of the farmer.

He’d managed to get a room in the hostel, shared with two other workers who offered him a good word. His best chance of saving up right now is to not have a gap in his work. He’s strong. He’s tall. Both traits are needed to work in the farmlands and with animals. 

As he wanders in during the dawn, he follows after other workers towards the house where the boss will be to give instructions.

@porkkatsuyuuri

“You say that, but he told me briefly that he had a horse he used to ride, I know that’s something you could socialize on.” Viktor suggests. “Talk about the horses, tell him about each of their personalities. He had no idea my Makkachin was usually so angry when other people ride her, you could mention that!”

“Had? As in no longer has the horse?” Yuuri raised an eyebrow at him. “I wonder what happened?”

“He didn’t say, but there’s an icebreaker for you!” Hiroko grinned, hoping to help her son be more social.

“It would be good! That way, we’re not bombarding him with socialization.” Chris suggests. “you’ll probably be the best to find it all out.” 

“What do you mean by that? What makes me so special to talk to him?” Yuuri frowned, a fork full of potatoes hovering.

Chris raises a brow. “Because, you’re not nearly as intimidating as the rest of us are… He was scared shitless this morning, you could tell. His posture didn’t waver at all. You, on the other hand, are gentle as a field mouse.”

“Once he’s comfortable with you, maybe he’ll start to thaw to the rest of us too.” Hiroko smiled.

“OK…I guess I can…give it a go.” He shrugged, finally eating the potatoes on his fork.

“Thatta boy.” Chris nods, satisfied with himself. “Perhaps tomorrow you can pull him aside.. or whenever. I know you have your own schedule.”

“I could…maybe ask him at breakfast…?”

“Oh Yuuri that’d be lovely. Get to know him, become his friend.” Hiroko seemed thrilled by the idea.

“Hopefully he’ll be alive around then, considering he’s been working since dawn and is going to be playing somewhere.” Viktor mentions, shrugging a little. “Unless he’s used to doing that.”

“He might be used to it. I wonder if he’ll play for us one day? That’d be lovely wouldn’t it?” Hiroko smiled, starting to clear away as they finished.

Otabek looks up, watching the lot of them socialize. “We could… have a mini welcome party for him.” He shrugs. “Just saying.”

“Otabek, that’s a great idea!!!!” Toshiya smiles. “We’ll have a little bonfire at the end of the week, maybe he’ll play us something.”

“We could have a full BBQ! Oh we’re so doing this!” Mari grinned, already making plans. “Oh fuck yeah.”

“Mari, language.” Hiroko scolded her.

“It will be a good opportunity to celebrate his first week of work with us… Boys?” Toshiya looks up from his plate. “The two days leading up to it, I’ll ask that you help me prep a bit so you’ll be able to sleep in the next day, I imagine we’ll be partying fairly late.”

“Yes, sir.” Chris nods, lifting his empty plate.

“You got it boss!” Viktor grinned.

“I’ll head into town that day and get a few bottles for us. If we’re celebrating, we’re gonna do it properly.” That was Mari, focused on the booze.

Hiroko sighs softly, watching everyone gather their dishes. Hopefully, this new farmhand will get to know her son a little better, it’s not often Yuuri is staring at someone, at least not while his face is flush with pink.

“Mm…. Yuuri… I wonder where he seems to be working at tonight….”

Getting done with work and going straight to class is usually how a morning like this works. He finishes up his night shift as a bouncer, gets three hours of sleep, and walks to the coffee shop on campus to start his day officially. It’s not the worst feeling in the world, not like Georgi’s student life. The moment he walks into a hall, it parts like the red sea, lined with eyes that stare at his eyeliner, his dark hair and pale skin contrast, the dark gothic rings and shirts he wears. If they were kind eyes, he could handle it…

But they never are.

He walks into class, head low, finding his way to the back of the class, earning some snickers as he passes. Shitheads. Once he makes it to the back, he shoots a glare back that direction, and slinks down into a seat.

@porkkatsuyuuri

How dare they?

How dare those two, the abuser and his apologist, embarrass his girlfriend’s friend like that? The whole class on his side. The nerve of those two flaunting such happiness! 

Georgi’s behavior had gotten him in mild trouble, his friends more than himself… but J.J. knew better now. Don’t go near ATM’s, instead, a classroom or hallway…. and this time? 

Perhaps Georgi will learn. Especially if his little boy toy ends up feeling the brunt of it. He pulls his hood up, following the Japanese man towards the library, all while looking at his phone, camera on so it’s not so obvious he’s watching the man.

It took a minute for Yuuri to realise he ways being followed, but JJ wasn’t as obvious as he liked to think he was. He had his own phone out, his own camera on, but this time he was recording. If nothing happened…no problem. He’d be fine.

He just needed to make it to the library.

He follows closer, hands in his pocket as he wanders after the man, slowly, he comes up by his side, and shoves him into an open door, lucky that nobody is in there this time.

He has a lesson to teach.

“No!” He gasped, struggling against it but ending up on his ass anyway. His phone skittered out of reach, he hoped it just had a good enough angle on what was about to happen.

“You.” He says, closing the door. “How did you do it? How did you turn the whole school on her? She’s a victim.”

“I didn’t…I didn’t do anything!” Yuuri pushed himself to his feet, backing away from JJ. “She’s not a victim though JJ, only in her own mind. The only thing Georgi did against her was stand up for himself and leave!”

“No. Anya stood up for herself and kicked him out. You don’t know anything! You can’t just leave someone like that. You know how many times I’ve tried? It’s not fucking allowed.” He says, approaching quickly, getting face to face with him. “People like Georgi and I don’t get to fucking leave. We have to follow fucking instructions.”

“It’s…JJ.” Yuuri swallowed, keeping his hands where they could be seen. “You are you’re own person. Did…have you been threatened…?”

“Don’t you dare fucking ask me anything. You ruined everything. Do you know how dangerous it is to even think of stepping away???” He asks stomping down onto his foot. “Do you know how you RUINED EVERYTHING?”

“Aah!” Yuuri cried out, collapsing to the floor as pain shot up his foot. “Take…responsibility for your own life JJ! You could be as happy as Georgi if you just fucking let yourself!’

“Have you been listening??? It’s not allowed! He got lucky, he got to be cut off, he got to get away!” He starts swinging, pushing the man onto his back.

This was insane, but all Yuuri could think to do was let JJ take his frustration and jealous out on him. It hurt like a bitch…but it’d prove something.

Swing. Swing. Kick. Kick.

Eventually, noises are heard in the hallways, and the door swings open to where the teachers look in. “Oh my god!” One gasps. “Get off of him! WHat is wrong with you?”

“Can someone call security? And an ambulance?”

One kick had cracked his glasses, another had sent a jet of blood into his mouth…probably from his nose. His body ached, his foot hurt.

No wonder Georgi was so fucked up before.

Wait…

“Phone…my phone.”

The teachers gather around him, and look down at him. “Yuuri? Oh, heavens, it’s Yuuri Katsuki…. J.J. What on earth is the matter with you?”

“He knows what he did!” The man sobs out. “He knows!”

“Get him out of here…”

“Don’t be mad…he needs help…he’s like…Georgi…” Yuuri tried to pull himself to his feet, but didn’t get very far. He did manage to grab his phone and stop the recording. The pain was bad though…each movement nearly had him blacking out.

“Don’t!” The teacher gasps. “Stay down… we’ve got an ambulance on its way, just stay down…… do you have anyone we can call?”

“Phichit Chulanont…Georgi Popovich….they’re the…closes I’ve got for emergencies…” He closed his eyes, taking off his glasses as they were neither use nor ornament.

“Right. I’ll call the main office and have them phoned in….”

The sirens approach, and soon, paramedics are loading in, along with police to get J.J. taken away.

“I’m ok…I’ll be fine. I just need to go home.” He groaned.

“You’re really not. We need to check you for internal damage too, especially your head and your nose.”

“Yuuri, you’re bleeding from the mouth…”

“Make way!” The paramedic calls as they wheel in a gurney. “Okay, alright, step aside, give us room…. Sir? Can you hear me…?” They ask, kneeling down beside him.

“That’s…I don’t need all that. I’m ok.” He nodded to confirm he could hear the paramedic ok.

“Good…. You can hear me… now I see quite a bit of blood on your face, I’d like to get you to a hospital so we can make sure there’s no broken bones. Can I load you onto the gurney and get you somewhere safe..?”

“Can…can we wait till…my friend gets here…or my boyfriend?” He asked, tears in his eyes as he shifted. God it hurt.

“We’ll wait for him in the ambulance.” The man says. “But we should get you out of the classroom and cleaned up.”

Georgi Popovich to the student square. the intercom calls out. 

“Please…don’t make me go without him.” Yuuri begged, letting himself be moved onto the gurney.

“YUURI!” A voice calls in the hallway as the Japanese man is wheeled out. 

Georgi’s footsteps thunder between people, his bag bouncing on his back as he rushes. 

“Move! Move! That’s my boyfriend! Yuuri!”