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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.
He swallowed and lifted his hand to trace his fingertips along the letters that were not, he realised now, black, but a deep navy blue. He knew without trying that no amount of scrubbing would make these words disappear.
Be my coach, Victor!
The words told him with more certainty than any amount of butterflies in his stomach or distracted daydreams ever could.
He was in love.
He was in love with Katsuki Yuuri, his soulmate.
A Soulmate AU in which, when you fall in love with your soulmate, the last words they said to you appear on your skin.
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
Yuuri took more deep breaths, hanging on to the mad faith Victor had in him. Yuuri was obviously doing something right to make Victor think he could pull this off. It was his own hang-ups. That had to be it. This was way out of his comfort zone, and he'd jumped into it eagerly, like he had the moment Victor first started showering him with attention.
Part 2 of Dream Weaver
Yuuri Katsuki can skate really well, when no one is watching. It's only a matter of time before he does something amazing, and the world takes notice.
It starts with Phichit, gets to Sochi, and ends, as everything does, with Victor.
In which Yuuri does things, Phichit is the MVP (Yuuko a close second), and Victor is smitten.
Victor attempts to find his feet in Japan but finds himself becoming obsessed with Yuuri’s instead as he fails to decipher the mysterious puzzle of Yuuri's constantly exposed ankles.
AKA “I went to Hasetsu and all I got was this lousy foot fetish.”
Victor is uncertain of his relationship status with Yuuri, and decides to take matters into his own hands. Some fluff along the way.
Poodle
Yuuuuri did you know you're ranked second on “Top Ten Butts in Men’s Figure Skating” ???
The blog had ranked Victor third, below Yuuri, which is laughable. “This is an opportunity,” Phichit says, when he finds Yuuri in the kitchen, staring at the text while his pot of instant noodles boils over on the stove. “To find out if it’s Victor, I mean.”
Katsuki Yuuri
the rankings are clearly wrong
particularly the top three
But either Poodle isn’t Victor, or he isn’t interested in defending the honour of his butt: of course it’s wrong! your butt is clearly superior to that Canadian, his ass is flatter than blinchiki.
(After his disastrous Grand Prix Final, Katsuki Yuuri decides to try to be the first skater to land a quad axel in competition. It’s a secret from everyone, except the mysterious text correspondent who appeared in his phone contacts as “Poodle” following the Sochi GPF.)
Yuuri anonymously runs a popular figure skating blog where he gushes about Victor and trashes his own skating. When a new blog starts reblogging his posts and claiming Yuuri's skating is superior to Russia's Living Legend, Yuuri finds himself in a classic internet standoff with a stranger.
Yuuri never goes to Detroit. He gets an offer to train with Yakov Feltsman in St. Petersburg and takes that, instead. He's about to enter the Senior division and his idol, Victor Nikiforov, is in his prime, at the apex of his spectacular winning streak.
It's the opportunity of a lifetime. More good fortune than Yuuri thinks he deserves... until he actually arrives in Russia. He's cold and lonely, fighting for scraps of attention from his coach, and he felt closer to Victor when they were continents apart.