If you're still doing the headcanon hour, an Overboard AU? Victor falls overboard and loses his memory and Yuuri ends up taking him home where he lives with his adoptive kids Yurio and Minami and maybe some other characters omg maybe the triplets???
DANG I have never heard of this movie before, but having become an expert through Wikipedia, I can say this plot is CRAZY. Here’s Yuuri’s character, eatin food:
–Viktor Nikiforov has got it all: wealth, looks, and an equally wealthy and beautiful husband in JJ Leroy– who, as we all know, was an arranged marriage to help their companies prosper. Viktor, despite feeling extremely lukewarm (”What does your husband’s name stand for?” Chris asks. Viktor replies: “JJ isn’t his actual name?!”) about JJ Leroy, decides they’re going to take his yacht out on a vacation to try and create some kind of spark between them. He’s not going to live his whole life without love, after all! Then Katsuki Yuuri arrives on the scene, toolbelt in hand.
“Okay,” the carpenter says, glasses low on his nose as he bites his lip and taps his pen lightly against a clipboard, “your cabinets on the yacht are ready for sailing.”
“Great,” says Viktor, and rolls on his chaise over to sun his other side. Yuuri raises the clipboard a bit higher, as the Nikiforov heir is in the nude.
“Yes. Would you like to see the carving in the oak?” Viktor sits up, and Yuuri squeaks.
“Oak? I thought I said cedar? I did remember to tell you cedar, I think…” He stands, approaches swiftly as Yuuri stumbles back. “No no no, this won’t do, I really like cedar. However will I convince you to…” Viktor is talking to air. He’s backed Yuuri off the side of the boat, tool belt and all. “You can swim, right?” He calls.
“What is wrong with you?”
–One evening, a massive wave crashes against the ship, and Viktor goes overboard. JJ is too busy listening to his theme song to notice. When he wakes up… Viktor Nikiforov doesn’t exist.
“It’s going to be okay,” mutters Yuuri, beside his hospital bed. When the silver-haired man holds out his hand, Yuuri automatically takes it.
“He has amnesia. We don’t know who he is,” says the nurse, “but he had your soggy business card.” The amnesiac takes one look at Yuuri, who had been summoned right from the woodworking shop and is clothed only in dusty jeans and a tight tank, whose grip on his hand is gentle. Yuuri’s eyes, earthy warm, have his heart clenching.
“This is my husband,” the silver-haired man says sweetly. “Aren’t you?”
–He ends up at Yuuri’s home. Viktor Nikiforov would have fainted at the sight of it, with its cheap tile and Yuuri’s creaky single bed. But “Vicchan,” as Yuuri has dubbed him, is perfectly content with it. “Amazing!” He nods at the bed. “Great for cuddling!”
“No time for cuddling,” Yuuri blurts, face going red. “I have to work. And somehow, I have to feed the kids.”
Vicchan didn’t know he had kids. But there they are– blonde haired and scowling, brown haired and determined, and three chubby little girls.
“I’m gonna make you miserable,” says the blonde one tartly.
“I bet I can cook,” says Vicchan, and totters towards the stove. Vicchan can’t really cook. But Yuuri teaches him– Yuuri’s going to teach him many things.
“We like him,” the triplets whisper to Yuuri after dinner. “Don’t tell him he’s not our other dad, okay?” Yuuri reasons that it can’t hurt to go along with it for another night.
“Another night” turns into a few weeks, between Yuuri’s stuttering and Vicchan’s tendency to brush things off.
–JJ arrives, nearly three months later. There is a black-haired woman on his arm, looking apologetic but determined. At the sight of JJ on Vicchan’s doorstep, something in Vicchan clicks. He remembers being Viktor Nikiforov, long days without life or love, remembers boredom and loneliness and wondering why nothing in his existence felt right.
“Uh,” JJ squirms. “My parents said I had to come check on you once they found you. But! Uh. I’ve kind of? Fallen in love with Isabella. Please don’t be too heartbroken!”
“I no longer have amnesia,” Viktor says, “but I still don’t really know or care about who you are?” He shuts the oak front door. Viktor would’ve slammed it, but it was made with devotion and care by the talented hands of Katsuki Yuuri, who he loves.
“Who was that?” Yuuri asks, when Viktor returns to the dining table. Vicchan cooked the meal that Yurio is now shoving into his face. There are pictures of him and Yuuri and their kids, now, littering the house.
“My ex-husband,” Viktor says calmly, and takes a bite of the borchst. Yuuri chokes. “Don’t worry. I told him that the best place in the world was here with you.”