Yuuri!!! On Ice Oneshots

Abandoned - Yuri Plisetsky Centric

WARNINGS: Meltdowns, past child neglect, past bullying, mentioned r slur, mentioned ableism
The Plisetsky family dynamics is so adorable to me especially as someone closer to my grandparents than my parents and just... pls Nikolai is so good I love him.

Contrary to what many would believe, a slamming door was not a usual indicator that Nikolai Plisetsky listened for to know if his grandson was home. As much as Yuri seemed ill tempered with his words, he didn't tend to lash out unless he was in great distress. Even less so, did he at home. Home was his safe haven, where loud noises had warnings and all inhabitants were well aware of sensory issues. If he was slamming doors, it meant he was unaware of his own strength.

He was well on his way to a meltdown, if he wasn't in one already.

The older man stood immediately to track down the blond, rushing downstairs when he didn't see Yuri in his room. His shoes, skate bag, and jacket were thrown haphazardly in the entryway, but no sign of Yuri otherwise. He checked the kitchen, couch, and downstairs bathroom before turning to the linen closet. If the youngest Plisetsky was in there, it was bad.

"Yura?" He asked softly. "Can I open the door?" A sob was heard from the other side, likely muffled through the blond's arms and knees where he was curled up in the fetal position. "Hush now, it's okay, I won't. Would you like me to stay here, or leave you be?"

Another, though lighter, sob came in, and then a robotic voice. "Stay. Sing." Happy that Yura had remembered his AAC and wouldn't force himself to talk, he murmured his reassurances, rushing up the stairs and coming back with his own phone, as well as the black and white Siberian cat that was lying on Yuri's bed.

"I'm back Yura," he knelt back by the closet door. "I'm going to open just to send Potya in, alright?" There was a sniff but no protest, so he opened the door (quickly enough that it didn't creak, but gently to not scare the vulnerable teen), blocking the light with his body as the cat jumped in to her owner, closing it back behind her. He'd been working on training Potya as an Emotional Support Animal (until Nikolai, Yakov, and his therapist could convince him that a service animal wouldn't make him weak, nor jeopardize his career. He's hoping now that he's in the Senior division, he'll be more open to it), and was glad to hear his grandson's slight hum as she began purring. He then began playing music, a specific lullaby recording sang by him and his late wife, that they'd played since before they'd managed to get him into their house at 6 years of age. He then sat back and opened his computer to work.

There'd always been a certain comfort that came, when Yuri would just sit near his grandpa and listen to him type away, enjoying the clicky clacky of the keyboard. This translated to meltdowns; he'd sit near enough and work until Yuri was ready for human contact again. He purposely slowed his typing, keeping it consistent so that the skater could match it to his breathing.

It was nearing an hour after he sat, back aching, when there was a soft tap on the wood behind him. Nikolai quickly shuffled out from in front of the door, letting Yuri crawl out slowly, adjusting to the new sensations outside of the small room. "Would you like to move to the couch, Yura?" He was met with a whimper, but the blond (he looked so small, it pained Nikolai every time) stood and held onto his shirt with the arm not occupied with Potya. They walked the few strides to the worn, comfortable couch, and as soon as he had the opportunity the young boy settled into his grandfather's lap, curling back into a ball with his head on Nikolai's chest. "What happened, Yura?"

"T-that bitch," Yuri strained out. Usually Nikolai would reprimand his language, or at least remind him of his AAC while he sounded so strained, but considering how Yuri used it earlier and definitely had it on him, he needed to get this out. "V-Vitya promised me tha-that he'd... he'd ko-ka- he'd... he'd ma-make my sk-k-ate for m-my debut, a-and instead he left. He left to f-fuck-king, mm, Japan, with-h-h, without telling annnnyone. A-and he's stay-ing there, f'r the seasss-sea-seaz-se..."

"Breathe, Yura, it's alright. Get your thoughts together, than you can tell me." He took a few deep breaths for the blond to follow, before continuing.

"He ab-bandon'. Aban-andon'd mme. He lef-ft-t dedushka! J-just like ev-v-vry-ev'yone!" He sobbed, and Nikolai's heart broke once again. Yuri's abandonment issues weren't new; they were expected, after his biological father left, and his mother stayed out for days and days, leaving him alone. Nikolai loved his daughter, but she changed, and she was no longer the young woman he knew. He and his wife demanded for their grandson to be handed over to them, and she didn't even argue. That was the worst part, she was almost glad that he was taken from her. Add onto that the stressors of being a prodigy, famous athlete even at a young age, autism and health issues driving kids away from him (kids weren't cruel, but their parents could be, and they couldn't believe anything else when they were told to "stay away from the retard, you don't want it to catch. See how he yells and waves his hands? That's a freak, he is, avoid him"). The biggest constant in his life, besides Nikolai himself, were his coach and rinkmates. He'd never expect Viktor to stay in one place always, not as restless as he was just in the offseason, but the man was certainly impulsive and didn't think through his decisions. It wasn't his fault how Yuri reacted, but he certainly could've given everyone a warning.

"Oh, Yura," he sighed, holding him tightly to his chest. "I know, I know, but his leaving has nothing to do with you. He didn't leave to get away from you, or because he hates you, or anything else like that. He's just, Viktor. Impulsive and reckless, just like my Yuratchka."

They sat like that, in the living room curled up together as Yuri's energy drifted off completely, Potya's purring and Nikolai's gentle work stories lulling him to a deep sleep.

[A/N: I don't really remember what happens during my meltdowns, so they're kind of hard to write, buuuut this is pretty accurate to how I help my little cousin, adding a few smidges of what my general bad days are like, so! Once again, all people and all meltdowns are different, Nikolai acted like this because he's known Yuri for literally ever and knows how to help him. Don't use this as a how-to.]