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In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.
It's been years since Yuuri sold his soul to a devil. Years of soaring, years of gold medal after gold medal, world record after world record, and Yuuri is tired of it.
But when the devil named Victor reappears and tells him he needs a favour ... maybe there is a way for Yuuri to make it right again after all. A way for him to gain his soul back.
After all, what is one date?
Yuuri walked towards Victor Nikiforov like a man heading to his execution.
A commemorative photo didn't sound too bad, and it was probably his last chance to get one.
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Yuuri bitterly takes Victor up on his offer and ends up very surprised.
Part 1 of Dream Weaver
At arrivals, Viktor moved so fast that he was a blur, barreling into Yuuri’s arms and clinging to him like Yuuri was a seat cushion in the unlikely event of a water landing.
“Hey, Vitya.” The smaller man smiled, adjusting his feet to keep his balance under his fiancé's full body weight.
“I missed you so much.” Viktor rasped.
“I missed you too.” Yuuri cooed before Viktor pulled away just enough to cough into his elbow.
It was a deep, wet cough. The kind that whipped throats, and Yuuri could see Viktor’s nose crinkle slightly in pain as it did.
“Sweetheart, are you sick?” He asked, pressing his hand to his love’s forehead. It was hot, and not in the sexy way- well, it was that too- but it was also temperature hot.
All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he'll do.
He just didn't expect to become a fan, too.
(He didn't expect to fall in love.)
Drunk Yuuri tends to do things Sober Yuuri would never dare to.
Like accidentally get Viktor Nikiforov pregnant.
Oops? I did it again with my idol
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.
“I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.
The duty of a valet appears deceptively simple on the surface: his sole job is to wait upon his master. Yuuri prides himself on his skills as a valet, but will the challenges and heartaches that come hand in hand with serving the lovely and eccentric Mister Nikiforov prove to be too great a hurdle?
“Does it bother you,” Yuuri asks, eyes downcast, “that I’ll never be able to return your flowers?” He looks so sad, shoulders hunched to make himself seem as small as possible, unable to meet his gaze.
Viktor pauses. Perhaps if he had been anyone else—been in love with anyone else—it would be different. But Viktor still vividly remembers the taste of marigolds on his lips, the feeling of thorny vines clawing up his throat until he was doubled over and hacking blood. He imagines what Yuuri must have felt, only fourteen-years-old but drowning in flowers, in love with someone who didn’t even knew he existed. He must have been so frightened, Viktor thinks.
“It doesn’t.”
Wherein Hanahaki is the physical representation of love and Viktor’s been running from flowers all his life.
As Yuuri adjusts to life in Russia as Viktor continues to be excited about the progression of their relationship. When Buzzfeed requests their participation in a love-themed Valentine's Day couples article, Victor jumps at the chance, dragging a reluctant (but loving) Yuuri along with him.