Always My Soulmate

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http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8499361.
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Relationship: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov
Character: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, others - Character
Additional Tags: Soulmate AU, soulmate identifying marks, Alternate Universe,
Oneshot Compilation, Fluff, Humor, Romance, otp, VictUuri, Victuri,
Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Cutting,
Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Anxiety, Rating Changed, Angst,
Tooth Rotting Fluff, Mild Language, Tattoos, drawing on ones body,
Harry Potter Elements in ch 11, Sexy Times, Smut, Anal Sex, Slash,
Teen!Victuuri, Teens, Teen AU
Stats: Published: 2016-11-07 Updated: 2016-11-17 Chapters: 14/? Words:
30804
Always My Soulmate
by Watermelonsmellinfellon
Summary
Compilation of Yuuri/Victor Soulmate AU oneshots.
Ch. 1: Soul Script. Ch. 2: 26,297,400.

Ch. 3: Behold. Ch. 4: Not Cutting It.
Ch. 5: Frayed. Ch. 6: Luminescence.
Ch. 7: Inked. Ch. 8: Once Upon A Dream.
Ch. 9: Music to my Mind. Ch. 10: Lost in Translation.
Ch. 11: Spirit Guardian. Ch. 12: Seeking.
Ch. 13: Transference. Ch. 14: Two-Toned Pt.I.
Notes
I waited a few episodes before writing something, because I wanted a better feel for the
characters. This ship is so cute and I love them!
See the end of the work for more notes

Soul Script
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I have no beta.
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It's a most unfortunate happenstance, Yuuri thought as he stared at his hand. Never before had he
considered that his soulmate was not Japanese. After all, the words written on his flesh were in
perfect Japanese so it was only logical to assume.
However, Yuuri could honestly say that he was not happy with who his soulmate was. There he
was, a twenty-three year old figure skater, who'd finally heard his soulmate speak to him for the
first time, and the horrible thing was that his soulmate was a person that Yuuri greatly admired and
knew that he could never have.
Certainly lines were never meant to cross. While the soulmate marks meant that the person literally
perfect for you in every way, no everyone met their soulmates, or ended up liking their soulmates.
Victor Nikiforov was not truly meant for Katsuki Yuuri, and it was that simple.
Yuuri could tell. The man was a star. One of the very best skaters in the world, breaking record
after record and wowing the audiences easily. He didn't have time to consider a chubby soulmate
like Yuuri. And Yuuri didn't plan on saying anything.
Besides, his soulmate had just mistaken him for a fan. And yes, Yuuri was actually a long time
fan, but it was more of an insult because had been in the very same competition as Victor. He'd
placed last because he'd succumbed to anxiety mid-skate and failed spectacularly, but he had still
been a competitor.
He was considered Japan's top figure skater after all. But it seemed that Victor did not view him as
worthwhile competition, or even recognize others in the competition, which was a bit of a
disappointment.
When Victor's mouth formed the words that Yuuri had always longed to hear, the Japanese young
man was not aflutter. He was not amazed or grateful. There was none of that fluttering in his
stomach at the revelation of his soulmate.
Nothing but disappointment and the young Russian Yuri's words ringing through his head.
Turning away from the plain smile on his idol's face, Yuuri passed Morooka Hisashi, sharing a
tight smile at the man's supportive look, and left.
It seemed he was finished.

His parents and sister were supportive of his return trip home. Minako-sensei had bombarded him
at the airport with words of pride and inspiration. She then forced him to greet every one of his
fans despite how harrowed it made him feel.
Even though he'd ended up falling and ruining his routine so terribly, there were people who still
looked up to him and admired him. He didn't deserve their kind words. Yuuri wasn't as good as
they all thought he was. To any person properly acquainted with skating, they'd know that his
technique was sloppy and that he lacked confidence.
Both affected a performance.
It the duty of the performer to make it look effortless, but just because it looked that way, didn't
mean it was.
Yuuri was flustered, almost unbearably so by the time he'd made it home. Minako-sensei grinned
proudly as she pushed him inside the building and announced his arrival to all those within.
Yuuri greeted his mother immediately and then went to speak with Vic-chan. It had been a long
time.
At least he was home, where comfort could drown out his disappointment.
Victor Nikiforov was intrigued immediately when several close acquaintances sent him links that
all lead to the same video.
A video uploaded to YouTube just that morning which had been refined considerably with
amazing editing skills, and a catchy title.
His own name was in the title, which would garner enough attention, but another skater's name
was in the title as well. Victor recognized the face immediately, and was a little put out at having
not realized that the same boy he'd assumed was a fan, was actually a figure skater from Japan
who had finished last in the Grand Prix.
Foolishness on his part.
Opening a new window, he typed in the name 'Katsuki Yuuri' and found himself bombarded with
Japanese. Praises and accolades for the young man who was not a child and was actually four
years Victor's junior, assaulted his eyes.
Katsuki Yuuri was a record holder in Japan, known for his prowess in peculiar footwork and
unique spin sequences. He was also considered the top figure skater by the JSF.
Noted comments included things like, 'The figure skater with the world's biggest glass heart.' and
'The air to the lungs of a dying man.'.
With interest peaked, Victor turned back to the video.
Pressing 'Play', Victor settled himself in for several minutes of nail biting and mild panic, but then,
they didn't happen.
Nothing of the sort had to happen. Katsuki Yuuri assumed the perfect position and simply flowed.
Victor watched closely, the steps perfect, the spins on point, and even the jumps executed with a
precision that he had not expected.
Honestly, he felt foolish once again. Yuuri was good enough to make it to the Grand Prix, so he
obviously had skill.
Victor couldn't help but feel that Yuuri brought the emotion of the performance to the forefront
more than Victor ever could. When it was over, he pressed 'Play' once again, and watched even
more closely, this time with the screen enlarged.
And when his mobile died, he turned to his laptop, using that to immerse himself in the stunning
delight that was Katsuki Yuuri.
And Victor was suddenly filled with an idea.
Yuuri sputtered at the sight of Victor Nikiforov, naked in his family's onsen and smiling at him as
if this was a natural occurrence and he shouldn't be surprised.
The reaction Yuuri had was to scream, hide his face in his hands, and then flee at top speed to his
bedroom.
A bit disappointed in the man, and still conflicted over the whole soulmate revelation, Yuuri was
unsure of what to do. And if he spoke to Victor, then would Victor know that Yuuri was his
soulmate and what would happen then?
Yes, the man exclaimed very proudly that he would be helping Yuuri make it to the Grand Prix
finals this year, but what would this sudden revelation do?
Yuuri grasped at his hair, feeling the anxiety mounting. He wasn't ready for this. Home was
supposed to be for calm. Where he go and skate for hours at a time, reflecting on his mistakes and
trying to rectify them. Where he could be himself.
And now this was happening.
Yuuri resolved to the best of his ability, to say nothing aloud to Victor. That had to be the best
course of action.
Yuuri's mother just proven that she was as brilliant as he always believed her to be. She'd
managed to work her charm on Victor and had him fed and resting by the time Yuuri had felt
brave enough to venture from his room, where he'd removed all of his prized Victor posters and
slipped them into a folder that then made its way between his mattress and the box spring. He
would take no chances.
The Russian skater was napping on the floor when Yuuri found him. Mari was sitting at the table
and Minako-sensei was smiling around her third bottle of sake.
"He came here for you, he told us. You inspired him," she said fondly.
Yuuri flushed and knelt down in order to be closer to the two women. Leaning over the table, he
held out his palm to show them the writing of his soulmate's words. He then gave a very telling
point to Victor and a frown for good measure.
Mari's jaw dropped and Minako-sensei squealed just a bit.
"Have you said anything yet?"
Yuuri shook his head. "What if it ruins whatever might happen? I can't handle this right now."
Mari's cigarette twitched a bit as she stood, and Yuuri watched in confusion as she walked over to
Victor's sleeping form in order to turn his hands over. She nodded and came back.
"It's nothing that probably hasn't been said to him before."
Yuuri gaped at the audacity and sputtered when Minako-sensei asked what it was. The two
women leaned closer together to whisper excitedly, leaving Yuuri to flounder in embarrassment.
'Nothing that probably hasn't been said to him before,' meant that it was a common phrase. A
phrase that could be disguised perhaps?
Moments later, Victor Nikiforov sat up, his haori - complimentary of Yu-Topia Akatsuki - sliding
down one pale shoulder.
Yuuri turned away, flustered at seeing his soulmate's body without permission.
Victor mumbled something about hunger, and looked over his shoulder, seeing Yuuri kneeling at
the table. His blue eyes brightened immediately and he turned swiftly.
"Hello again, Yuuri! You left before we could properly introduce ourselves."
Yuuri lifted a single hand to wave, not trusting his voice. He couldn't even bear looking at the
other man. How was he supposed to speak to him?
Yuuri's mother returned suddenly, holding a bowl of katsudon. Yuuri's mouth watered, wishing it
was for him. He wanted some, but he was gaining weight too quickly and couldn't afford to eat
whatever he wanted at the moment.
"Here you are, Vic-chan!" the woman said, placing the bowl at the table. "It's Yuuri-kun's favorite
dish."
"Thank you!" the Russian man beamed, pushing himself over to the table and smiling down at
Yuuri. "Is it particularly delicious?"
Yuuri nodded.
"He pigs out on them," said Mari with a smirk. Yuuri sent a glare her way and she merely
shrugged.
"So, Victor-kun," Minako-sensei began, leaning across the table, "have you met your soulmate
yet?"
Yuuri wanted to die! No finesse!
Victor's mouth turned down a little. "No. Though I'm not giving up hope yet. Have any of you
met your soulmates?"
Minako and Mari both shook their heads, though Yuuri found himself nodding before he could
stop himself.
Victor's gaze was alight with curiosity. "You have?!" he exploded, pushing the bowl of food aside
in order to face Yuuri fully. "Was it awe inspiring and amazing, and breathtaking like everyone
says it is?"
"Not really."
The response came from Yuuri, Minako, and Mari at the same time, and Yuuri looked to them in
The response came from Yuuri, Minako, and Mari at the same time, and Yuuri looked to them in
confusion, only to see Mari make a light gesture to Victor's hand.
His soulmate's soul mark simply said 'not really'. How embarrassing.
Chancing a peek at Victor, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. The man didn't even look shocked.
It's nothing that probably hasn't been said to him before.
Victor must have heard that phrase many times and found out that none of the people who said it
were his soulmate.
Poor Victor.
Victor was ruthless to Yuuri. At least in training. Yuuri wasn't fat over even obese in any way. He
was a little over five and a half feet in height, and was well proportioned everywhere, however for
figure skating, he was about twenty pounds over the required weight limit.
He knew that the younger man was teased over it, but it wasn't something too noticeable. Mostly
in the face actually.
Yuuri suffered a hormonal imbalance, coupled with Generalized Anxiety and Depression. He had
a habit of eating the nearest thing in order to calm himself, else he'd have a panic attack, or so his
mother told Victor.
Victor was working him out of the habit of eating the nearest thing, by supplementing sugar free
gum. Having a part of his body moving constantly would also help take away the consistent leg
tapping. He could stim with chewing something that wouldn't affect his health or weight that way,
and it would make his weight loss attempt easier. It would also help him perform better if he
wasn't randomly reaching down to tap at his leg when he got nervous.
He found Yuuri to be adorable. His little habits and likes and dislikes. Even the roundness to his
face when they met.
Victor had forbidden him from skating until he'd lost the proper amount of weight. Thirty pounds,
just to be safe. A little leeway in case he gained on accident.
He'd never thought that someone could lose thirty pounds in a month, but Yuuri pulled it off
somehow. His exercising more advanced than anything Victor did.
He had stamina. A lot of it. Victor was impressed, because on a 5K run, Yuuri had kept a steady
pace the entire fourteen minutes he had run, and Victor died about halfway through when he tried
keeping up with the even pacing. The reason Yuuri was so stamina strong, was because he
practiced both ballet and ice skating on the regular - having been a ballerino before becoming an
ice skater - and had built up endurance.
Victor's jumps were better than his spins and footwork to be honest. His stamina wasn't as good as
Yuuri's which had surprised him.
Yuri Plisetsky had many unpleasant things to say about 'the Japaneses Yuuri' over the years. One
comment had been about his weight and how impossible it must have been for him to do anything
with all his weight holding him down.
Victor hadn't known who he had been talking about at the time, but now that he knew, he had to
admit that Yuri's observation was incredibly childish. Though Yuri was actually a child, but still.
Maybe to younger people Yuuri was 'fat' but in Victor's eyes, he was a perfectly normal size for a
regular civilian. He still fit in his clothes easily, clothes he'd had for years, according to his mother.
His body honestly hadn't changed much. Yuuri was simply too self-conscious and probably had
light body dysphoria.
Victor would be sure to deal with that too. His Yuuri needed self-confidence in the worst of ways.
And as he'd just reached the ideal weight mark Victor had set for him, they could begin the true
training.
And maybe less 5 kilometer races.
Yuuri truly wasn't bothered by the appearance of Yuri Plisetsky. Not really. The boy was simply a
child with a big mouth and an arrogant amount of confidence. Such that made him a bit of a loner
because he was annoying to other people.
Yes, Yuuri was offended by the things he said, he couldn't help himself, but he wasn't particularly
scared of the teen.
He was scared of what could happen though. Yuri was a skilled skater and already had a
relationship with Victor. So in his desire to take Victor back to Russia in order for Victor to fulfill
his promise to him, they had both been dragged into a competition.
Said competition that had been set up by Yuuri's friend Yuuko's triplet daughters. The ones that
leaked a video of him dancing Victor's routine.
And Yuuri was very much aware of how skilled Yuri was as a skater. A brat maybe, but a skilled
brat.
So if Yuuri didn't learn how to control himself and how to properly translate Victor's program,
then he would be saying goodbye to his idol, and found that he didn't want to.
Something about Victor was infectious.
He was eager to explore Japan and wanted to know about everything going on in Hasetsu and
relied on Yuuri to show him everything. Yuuri hadn't been forced to socialize on such a massive
scale, in years.
But it was fun surprisingly.
Photos constantly being taken and eating various foods that Yuuri happily introduced Victor to.
The man had maxed out his Instagram account with never ending photographs of anything and
everything. Especially Yuuri.
He liked to tease Yuuri in many ways. Over support, during training, when they exercised, when
they walked anywhere, when they took photos. Especially when taking photos. Victor was a
particularly touchy person and he liked physical contact. Something Yuuri wasn't used to.
Yet it didn't feel so awkward with Victor.
Was it because they were soulmates or something else? Did soulmates feel drawn to each other the
way Yuuri felt drawn to Victor?
"Yuuri! Takes a photo with me and the statue!"

With a sigh, the younger man nodded and allowed Victor to pull him into a tight and warm
embrace in front of a simple statue of a fish. Victor was such a child at times, finding pleasure in
the simplest of things. Yuuri thought it was sweet.
Eros. In Greek mythology there were six types of love, and Eros was the sexual aspect. The
passionate side of love that involved being in touch with one's inner sensuality.
Yuuri had accidentally said that katsudon would be his inspiration when trying to bring Victor's
story to life in his own performance, but that wasn't right exactly.
Victor's story held a predatory sort of elegance that Yuuri knew he could never imitate. Yuuri was
soft and sweet, with a heart of glass. He couldn't be the casanova wooing the ladies even if he
tried. Nothing about him was abrasive or overly arrogant in the least. He also wasn't comfortable
trying to take on such a personality. It wasn't him, and it would look too forced and stiff if he kept
trying.
There was something more on the line than just having Victor as a coach. Victor himself was on
the line. So he needed a different approach.
One that Minako-sensei had agreed to help him with.
Yuuri showed her the routine, particularly his footwork and gestures, allowing her to modify his
movements until they fit his desired story.
Not the stunning Casanova capable of charming any woman in his path. Instead he was the
beautiful temptress, a type of character than seemed so much more easier to him.
While everyone was under the impression that he was working to seduce a bowl of pork, he was
actually working to seduce his soulmate. Victor.
"Yuuri!"
Victor threw his arms out, catching the young man who was shaking with excitement after
performing one of the most beautiful programs Victor had even seen. No, his jumps weren't
perfect, and his nerves had been obvious a few times, but it had tugged on something inside Victor
and he adored it more than anything he'd seen in years.
In a way, Yuuri had been skating for him, and the thought made him flush. His Yuuri was special
and had made him proud.
Of course they would have to work on perfecting it, which he didn't hesitate to tell Yuuri, but
what mattered was how proud Victor was.
All the while, Yuuri's grin never died away, and Victor found himself possessive over it.
He was also incredibly pleased to see the speculation from the media over the very close
placement of his hand on Yuuri's arm. Forget his soulmate. Yuuri was obviously perfect for him.
And if Yuuri's soulmate wasn't as amazing as he had hoped, then maybe they could be one of
those couples that didn't conform to the soulmate beliefs.
As he watched Yuuri's flush deepen over the newest article about their 'possible relationship',
Victor decided that he would much prefer a future with Yuuri instead.
Yuuri had gotten used to Victor's touching by now. Three months of what he would tentatively
call a friendship had lead to Victor being very cheerful and physical on a near constant basis. The
man was so happy to be around Yuuri that Yuuri couldn't understand it.
"Photo?" Victor asked, holding up his mobile and fluttering his lashes furiously.
Smiling, Yuuri relented, and allowed himself to be dragged into Victor's embrace, where the older
man rubbed something smooth and cherry scented over Yuuri's lips.
This move had become a usual thing. Victor seemed to have an interest in mouths, having touched
Yuuri's lips often for whatever reason when he felt like getting closer.
He didn't get as flustered over it now, but it was still an incredibly intimate thing to do. Sometimes
he wondered if Victor knew how many social stigmas he created on a constant basis. Thankfully
they weren't conducted in the presence of the general public, so it was okay most of the time.
"Which side is your best?" Victor asked as he pulled up the camera.
"My left," he answered without giving himself a a second to think about it.
Victor moved the mobile into his other hand, making sure the front camera was facing them.
"Say 'moo'!"
Confused, Yuuri mimicked him, only to find his mouth suddenly occupied by Victor's own and
the shutter on the camera clicking away repeatedly.
When Victor pulled back slightly, he murmured almost too low to hear, "Solnyshko moyo."
And Victor leaned in again.
After a few moments of suggestive kissing and perhaps a little over enthusiasm on Victor's part,
the two parted. Yuuri looking deliciously ruffled, and Victor immensely proud that he hadn't been
turned away.
"I was hoping we could take this to another level."
"What about your soulmate?"
Victor smile, running a hand down Yuuri's face. "I don't need a soulmate when I have you."
Yuuri's brown eyes sparkled for a moment, and he smiled brightly, almost blessing Victor in a
sense.
The young man gripped Victor's hand and turned it over, revealing the Japanese words that Victor
had long ago lost hope in.
Raising his own hand, Yuuri revealed his own soul mark. He reached, placing said hand over
Victor's heart, while pulling at Victor's hand until it was placed directly over Yuuri's heart.
"You have us. Or should I say me?"
And within seconds of the realization, Victor threw his arms around Yuuri and buried his face in
that messy, dark hair, happily inhaling a scent that had soothed him many times since coming to
Japan. And his heart soared when Yuuri responded in kind, wrapping warm arms around his
soulmate and running a hand down the back of his head.
This was good. Better than good. It was perfect. It was right.
"Show me the photos you took," Yuuri said suddenly. "I don't want you posting all of them.
Some might look terrible."
Nuzzling the man's hair and messing it up even further, Victor couldn't help but say, "You could
never look terrible."
Yuuri sighed and melted against him, allowing his soulmate to fuss over him.
"Neither could you, Victor."
The grin that appeared was wide enough to hurt, but that didn't stop Victor's joy. Nothing at this
moment could.
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26,297,400
Chapter Summary
A Timer-AU with a backwards meaning. The moment your soulmate speaks to you
for the first time, the timer begins counting down the remaining minutes to their life.
Some are lucky to have a long time together, others not so much. And then there are
those like Yuuri and Victor.
Chapter Notes
This is slightly sad in a sense, because it's not counting down to when they meet, but
when they die. Showing how long the soulmates would have together, should they
actually get together.
26,297,400 minutes is roughly 50 years. Exact math would change because of leap
years, so guestimation is best.
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
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FOLLOW BACK.
It started counting down the moment Victor Nikiforov looked in his direction and spoke. One
moment, things were normal and Yuuri was mildly fan-boying over his favorite idol, and the next,
his wrist got warm as Nikiforov turned to him and asked if he wanted a photo.
Embarrassed and completely shocked, Yuuri had turned and walked away, unsure of what one
was supposed to do with the knowledge of their soulmate’s identity.
He knew that Victor didn’t know they were soulmates because Yuuri hadn’t spoken to him
directly.
For all he knew, Victor’s clock would never count down.
On the plane ride home, he did the math. Judging by the timing, and Victor’s age, Yuuri’s clock
predicted that Victor would live until he was 77 or 78.
26,297,400 minutes stared back at him, the number going down slowly as the time passed.
Yuuri didn’t want to think about what would happen when it reached zero. About who the world
would be left without.
The thought hurt.
He chose to try and ignore it.
Victor smiled as Yuuri flushed again and looked away, trying not to fidget. If he knew that
coming to Japan in order to get to know the young skater would have been so fun, he would have
done it ages ago.
Also, he’d noticed something interesting about how his timer had somehow started counting
down.
He’d spoken to many people since coming to Japan, and he’d learned that several of them were
soulmates, leaving only Yuuri himself and his Minako-sensei as the two who could have caused it.
But a small talk revealed that Minako-sensei’s soulmate was in a happy relationship with another
and she wasn’t too moved about it. Meaning only Yuuri could be the Russian star’s soulmate.
He was surprisingly pleased by the revelation. Yuuri was his.
To test it out, he even checked the times on their wrists when Yuuri wasn’t paying attention and
did the quick math.
Their clocks would end at exactly the same time. Such a thing was considered a blessing, so
soulmates didn’t have to live without each other for too long. While grateful for such a thing, he
didn’t like considering Yuuri’s death, so he put it from his mind.
Victor was getting touchy recently. Even with the Russian Yuri milling about with his doom and
gloom, he still did it. Despite how some people were shocked at how blatant he was, he didn’t
stop. Victor was a force of nature and none could stop him.
One evening, as they were leaving the Ice Castle, Yuri even commented that they ‘should get a
room already’ and then stomped back to Yu-Topia Akatsuki by himself, leaving Yuuri and Victor
to face each other.
“We’re soulmates,” Victor said quietly and calmly, as if the revelation wasn’t a shock.
“I know,” Yuuri flushed, unable to help himself. “When did you realize?”
“When everyone else I’ve met has already met their soulmates, except for you. When did you
notice?”
Yuuri’s face went blank. “When you asked if I wanted a photo of you.”
Victor winced, and an awkward silence filled the rink.
“Are you… okay with it?” Yuuri asked after a moment. While it wasn’t uncommon for some
soulmates to not join in romance - much like Minako-sensei - it would still make him sad.
Victor’s answering grin was enough for him.

Victor nuzzled Yuuri’s cheek, incredibly pleased with the day’s events.
“Just because we’re soulmates, doesn’t mean I’m don’t going to go easy on you. As your new
coach, I am determined to see you win.”
“I know. I wouldn't want you to go easy on me. It would be rude to not only me, but Yurio as
well.”
Victor’s soulmate was a great catch, the man decided. And if his calculations were correct, he had
fifty years of him to enjoy.
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Behold
Chapter Summary
Shades of Grey AU, where you see in color the moment you lay eyes on your
soulmate for the first time. Yuuri's known of his soulmate for 11 years.
Chapter Notes
This one might get a sequel later. IDK. Fluff and feels. Maybe a little angst.
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

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It was a sudden thing. Twelve year old Katsuki Yuuri wasn't expecting it to happen so soon, if at
all.
He'd heard stories from his parents on what happened for them. Minako-sensei had explained
what had happened to her. He knew of other people's accounts, but he didn't even contemplate
what it would be like for him.
Yuuko had rushed on over to ask him to come to the rink. She's found a new favorite skater and
wanted to show him. So that they could learn this new person's routines as well and just have fun.
And Yuuri had gone along because he loved skating and a new challenge would be great.
Until he got a good look at the skater in question. One seventeen year old Victor Nikiforov. And
Yuuri's world, that had originally been colored in what he was informed were shades of grey, was
alight.
Yuuri's soulmate was none other than Victor Nikiforov, a budding champion in competitive figure
skating, and the most beautiful being that he'd ever seen.
Yuuri dedicated himself even harder to skating. If he ever wanted to meet his soulmate, he would
have to be good enough to compete internationally, and that was what drove him to training
harder than ever. He had something to look forward to in life.
And when Yuuri got home, he pulled a book from the shelf in his father's study and settled
himself down to memorize all the colors that had eluded him for so long.
And he learned that Victor's eyes, his beautiful eyes, were blue. Cerulean blue.
Victor Nikiforov was shocked. So much so that the first thing that came out of his mouth made
even him wince internally.
He'd sensed the staring, and like he'd predicted, someone was watching him. Though their gaze
wasn't full of the strange hunger of most fans. More of quiet contemplation and slight adoration.
And Victor had turned to study the individual, when his entire field of vision shifted. Gone were
the greys. Instead, his sight was awash with other colors. And everything was so different!
Victor couldn't help but stare at the young boy who had caused this new predicament. Said boy
who didn't seem shocked in the least.
Soulmates. They were soulmates, and if the boy wasn't shocked, then he must have known for a
while.
In Victor's sudden nervousness, he'd resorted to the charm he normally used for fans and
interviews, and asked if the boy wanted a photo of him.
To see those eyes, eyes of a color he did not yet know, go dead, hurt in a way. Like someone had
just stabbed him in the heart.
The boy then turned his back on Victor, and walked away. No one had ever done that to Victor
before, and Victor found himself rooted in place, unsure of what to do. He didn't even know the
boy's name.
And he didn't like that fact.
Katsuki Yuuri.
Victor sat up on his sofa when the link opened up to a YouTube video with his soulmate's face as
the thumbnail. Eager and interested, he tapped the screen, and was shocked when familiar music
began to play.
The young man - not a boy, he was only four years younger than Victor was apparently - took
position easily and proceeded to make Victor's jaw drop.
Victor's winning performance had taken nearly two months of intense study and training. It was
detailed and intricate, beautiful like all other programs he'd skated before. But it did not sit well
with him in terms of emotion. He hadn't done it justice, despite how everyone loved it and he'd
won. He'd been dissatisfied with his own work, which was what prompted him to take some time
off.
There was a time for work and a time for reflection. Victor needed to consider.
And there his soulmate was, skating as if he was Victor himself.
There was a significant height and weight difference between them, as well as appearance, yet
Katsuki Yuuri managed to hit every spin and jump almost perfectly. He flowed into the
movements with a finesse that Victor hadn't expected. He owned the dance itself, giving it that
emotion that Victor had lacked, but so desperately desired.
That performance had been done only a week ago. Katsuki Yuuri, his soulmate, had managed a
near perfect rendition in - he glanced down at the post date which showed the video was thirteen
hours old - six days and nine hours. Something that took Victor months had been easy enough for
his soulmate to mimic.
That had to demonstrate just what Yuuri was capable of.
He found himself breathless by the end, and mesmerized enough to watch again and again and
again.
And then he watched other performances of Yuuri's, basking in the revelation that he was
considered Japan's top figure skater, much like how Victor was now considered Russia's top
figure skater.
Soulmates were supposed to be perfect for each other, and from everything he'd seen, Katsuki
Yuuri was perfection.
All he had to do was woo the young man. And what better way to do so that to integrate himself
into the other man's life?
"Starting today I will be your new coach and will personally train you for this year's Grand Prix,
where you will win!"
Yuuri didn't remember much beyond Victor Nikiforov, his soulmate, standing naked in his
family's onsen. The last thing he remembered was the smile and wink, before everything had gone
completely black and he'd fainted.
When he awoke, he found himself lying in bed, with none other than Vic-chan laying beside him.
Or rather, a dog very similar to Vic-Chan. But it couldn't be Vic-chan, because Vic-chan had
passed on months ago,
"Hello, Yuuri."
Heart jumping, Yuuri flinched and sat up in shock, looking around for the very familiar voice that
was speaking English to him.
Victor Nikiforov was laying on his bed, back against the wall. Yuuri was right beside him, and the
dog - whom he was going to assume was actually Victor's pooch - was on his other side.
Yuuri's face flamed instantly. He was barely covered, and Victor was barely covered. And it was
all just too much.
He gladly welcomed the darkness once again.
Victor was charmed. His soulmate was adorable and despite barely knowing each other - well, he
amended, looking around the room at the millions of posters of him, sort of knowing each other -
he found the other man so interesting.
"You're his soulmate, right?"
Victor looked up, seeing a young brunette with a cigarette between her fingers, standing in the
doorway of Yuuri's room.
"Yes," he nodded, making sure to pronounce his Japanese slowly. "How did you know?"
"I've known you were his soulmate since he was twelve. He wasn't good at keeping it a secret,"
she said before taking a deep drag. The smoke her exhaled curled toward the ceiling before
dissipating slowly.
'Since he was twelve'. Yuuri had known that Victor was his soulmate for eleven years. To go
those years never being able to meet, and then to finally see Victor in person, only to be treated
like a common fan. Victor felt guilty.
He'd have to make it up to him. Somehow.
When Yuuri awoke for the second time, he found his hands clasped within the larger hands of his
soulmate. Victor was bent over over, from where he was kneeling on the bed, eyes full of some
emotion that Yuuri wasn't used to seeing.
"I'm sorry, Yuuri. I can't imagine how it must have felt to not be acknowledge by your soulmate,
but I promise that I'll make it up to you."
Victor's Japanese was heavily accented, but Yuuri could understand, and he was oddly charmed
by it. It was… cute.
"You didn't know," the brunet murmured, eyes looking away from those startling blues.
Victor shook his head. "That is no excuse for my assumption. I suppose my fame had gotten to
my head, and for that I apologize. I did you a great disservice by not knowing that you were a
fellow competitor."
Yuuri swallowed, throat tight. His palms were beginning to sweat and when he tried retrieving
them, Victor wouldn't budge.
"Why do you want to coach me?"
Victor's eyes softened. "Because you have something I lack. You skated my routine to perfection
and gave it what I couldn't. I've lost my drive for skating, but you have renewed my vigor! I want
to be better, but not the best. I want to always keep everyone in suspense and not have them
already accepting the fact that I'll win. Not being shocked when I perform well. It was getting old.
I am old."
"You're not old!" protested Yuuri, feeling annoyed.
The younger man sat up suddenly, forcing Victor to lean back and out of his personal space,
though he did not relinquish Yuuri's hands.
"You're amazingly talented and you've worked incredibly hard for almost fifteen years to be
where you are today! You can't give up now!"
The look Victor sent him was full of shock and adoration which made him flush.
"Yuuri, you're the reason I haven't given up. I want whatever it is you have. And I want you to
win the Grand Prix Final. I want everything to do with you."
"W-we hardly know each other!" the young man sputtered, unused to the intense emotion Victor
was showering him with.
"Then we get to know one another. Hm?"
Victor couldn't help but nuzzle Yuuri's cheek. It was flushed a deep shade of pink, Victor learned
from Yuuri's book of colors.
The young man was just so adorable! He wanted to kiss and hug him all the time, but the poor
boy got so flustered, he'd faint if anything went too far. That didn't mean that Victor couldn't tease
him properly though. There was always fun to be had after all.
"You don't have to worry, Yuuri," he said as he grasped Yuuri's small hand in his own. "I'll help
you exercise. And then we'll begin training for real."
Yuuri's mother squealed when she saw them, and bustled off to 'go get the camera'.
Yuuri fidgeted a little, but leaned into Victor's chest, allowing himself to be comforted.
Progress in such a short span of time already.
Good.
Victor would be the best soulmate ever.
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Not Cutting It
Chapter Summary
Soulmate Au where soulmates share pain and injuries.
Chapter Notes
WARNING: CUTTING, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY,

SELF-DEPRECATION. ALLUDED TO FLUFF AT THE END.
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Yuuri sighed, feeling terrible. If he could just get his nerves under control, his poor soulmate
wouldn't be suffering because of him.
Whichever divine being decided that soulmates should share pain and injuries, needed to be
dethroned and tossed into a pit of fire. Yes, he went there. He was sick of always getting hurt.
Yuuri's soulmate rarely got injured ever, which was what made him feel even worse than before.
In his quest to be a great figure skater, Yuuri was hurting his soulmate all the time.
Years ago, he'd experience random pains and random injuries, but they stopped around his
thirteenth birthday and rarely ever occurred anymore. His soulmate had either gotten less clumsy
or were now a lot better at whatever they had chosen to do with their lives.
Yuuri was just bad.
So much so that he kind of gave up on the thought of being someone's soulmate. Like, he had a
soulmate, it was obvious, he just ended up being the wrong person for them. They deserved better
and Yuuri couldn't be that, so he hoped fervently, that his soulmate found someone else.
Someone they deserved.

Victor clutched his hip as the phantom pains of his soulmate made themselves known to him.
Honestly, with how often his soulmate seemed to get hurt, Victor truly worried over their health
and whatever kind of situation they lived in.
It couldn't be healthy to get injured in so very many places all the time. Victor found himself
agonizing over the fate of his soulmate, wishing that they were okay and wishing that he knew
who they were so that he could help them.
Victor was a crowd pleaser, and he flirted with practically anyone, but he was honestly so very
fascinated over the whole soulmate business that he wanted to meet his perfect match.
So he silently cheered them on, hoping beyond all hope that they were okay and that they could
meet up sometime soon.
A sharp pain trailed up his back and his winced.
It would be a miracle if his soulmate was not an abuse victim. He sincerely hoped that wasn't the
case.
The first time it happened, Yuuri cried himself hoarse the very same evening, over his own
selfishness.
He'd done it before he could consider the consequences. And when the blood was overflowing
and dripping on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, he reached for the nearest towel and pressed
the soft fabric to the long cut, hoping that he didn't just permanently scar his innocent soulmate.
Because of course Yuuri wasn't in the right. He couldn't even remember why he did it, it just
seemed like something he should do, and now he'd probably hurt someone.
It was only supposed to be him. It was only supposed to hurt him.
But now he'd gone and hurt another.
With tears blurring his vision, Yuuri collapsed against the bathroom door, feeling the self hatred
just boiling beneath the surface and reminding him of why he shouldn't attempt anything ever
again.
Victor grasped his wrist as the sharp pain appeared. This was more than the usual lingering aches
that he would get in his legs or hips, or sometimes in his back. Not like the headaches that
happened in the evenings. This was searing.
Shoving his sleeve up, his eyes went wide at the sight of the long gash and the blood covered
cloth.
Victor rushed off for a bathroom, ignoring the very sudden yelling of Yakov and Yuri. There
were more important things at stake right now.
His soulmate had cut himself, Victor was sure of it. He had a feeling that it was willingly done and
if that was indeed the case, what would drive them to do such a thing?
Were they hurt? Did something happen to them?
Victor was glad the cut wasn't too deep, for he didn't know how he would explain this kind of
wound to anyone. And he didn't want to share this incredibly private secret about his soulmate. It
wasn't something that was anybody's else's business.
Victor waited as he pressed on the wound, hoping to stem the flow of blood. No more cuts came
however. His soulmate had stopped after one.
Victor didn't know if he should be relieved or worried.
He was still worried, though glad that this didn't continue.
And there was nothing he could do to make it better.
Yuuri's most recent failure at the Grand Prix had simply left him in a sort apathetic mood for a
while. Like nothing could affect him.
And then he broke down in the bathroom, and found himself verbally assaulted by some Russian
brat who thought too highly of himself. And if that wasn't bad enough, to add insult to injury, his
long time idol didn't even know he had been a fellow competitor.
Life seemed to thoroughly enjoy fucking him over.
It came one night when he was reclined in his apartment. He hadn't expected it to happen ever
again, but he then realized how foolish it was to assume that someone would only cut once.
But it had been a few months, so he couldn't be blamed for thinking positively. Otherwise, what
did he have?
It started slow and torturous, causing Victor to get up and sprint for the bathroom.
Instead of gashes this time though, there were words. English words at that. His soulmate was
currently sitting somewhere, possibly all alone, carving words into their own skin.
And the message?
I'm sorry.
Victor knew those words. He could speak English pretty well, though reading was a bit difficult.
Still, he knew the basics of conversational reading.
Not good.
Sorry.
Panicked, and unsure of what to do, Victor rushed out to the kitchen and grabbed the nearest knife
he could find. If he couldn't find a way to contact his soulmate through conventional means, then
damn it he would do it this way!
Retreating to the bathroom and locking the door so Makkachin couldn't come in, Victor took a
deep breath.
Kneeling on the floor and gritting his teeth, Victor took the knife to his own flesh, carving out his
own message in hopes of doing something to help.
Not bad.
You not bad.
You need help.
There was a moment during the burning and the slight numbness settling over his arm, that he
thought maybe his soulmate had done something worse.
But then words on his other arm finally appeared.
I hurt you.
I'm a bad soulmate.
I'm sorry.
Victor's head shook in negative, despite knowing that no one could see him.
No!
Good. You good.
My soulmate is good.
Don't leave me.
After a moment of tense waiting, a small message came back.
OK.
Relief coursed through him, and Victor dropped the knife, reaching for a towel instead.
He'd stopped it. He managed to stop it. Things would be okay now.
At least... he hoped they would be.
Yuuri hid his marks of shame, not wanting others to know about them.
He was embarrassed that his soulmate, someone who didn't even know him, had been so adamant
about him. Had actually taken a knife to their own flesh in order to communicate with him.
It made his guilt more fresh. But they'd asked him to stop. To not… finish it off.
So he did. Because Yuuri had already probably ruined their life enough as it was. The shame of a
dead soulmate would probably hurt them even further.
At present, he was feeling unwell because a video of him skating to his idol's program was
blowing up everywhere. His name all over social media. He was trending for katsudon's sake!
Sighing, Yuuri slid the door open, hoping he could relax in the onsen by himself.
Instead of a blissfully empty spring, he found himself making direct eye contact with Victor
Nikiforov. Nikiforov, who was naked and smirking at him.
"Hello, Yuuri! Starting today I am your new coach. I will see you to the Grand Prix Final, where
you will win!"
Nikiforov was speaking accented English to him.
Blinking furiously, Yuuri turned around and left the onsen. He needed to think.
Why would the man want to train him? He was nothing important. Nothing special in the least.
As Facebook was currently saying, he was apparently an attention seeker, looking to coast off of
Victor's fame by imitating him all the time.
He just didn't understand it.
Victor found himself greatly liking Yuuri, but there was a problem. He had a feeling that the
younger man's reclusive attitude had more to do with Depression and Anxiety instead of him
being naturally shy.
Yuuri was fragile when off the ice, but if put in the middle of the rink, he was fierce and beautiful.
He took Victor's breath away.
But there was something worrisome about him.
After the arrival of Yuri Plisetsky, he'd worried that maybe that the teen would make Yuuri
withdraw, but Yuri to seemed to treat him like one would any moody teenager. A slight
annoyance that didn't have much of an affect on his life.
At least Victor could test Yuuri's competitiveness now!
His fingers trailed over the scars on his arms, wondering how his soulmate was doing.
Yuri had literally just kicked Katsuki in the ass and found a sick sort of enjoyment in watching the
older skater rub his injured rump.
He then turned, intent upon asking Victor something about his program, only to pause. Victor
was… rubbing his own ass. There was a discontented look on his face as he did so. But no one
else was in the rink and he hadn't fallen, so how could he have gotten hurt?
Dread pooled in his stomach, and he turned to smack Katsuki upside the head, watching as Victor
flinched suddenly and began rubbing his head.
What the fuck?!
"Please stop physically abusing me. It's annoying," Katsuki murmured, shaking his head in
annoyance.
Yuri didn't care.
Victor's soulmate was this Japanese moron! What the hell were the odds!?
Suddenly frustrated, Yuri sat down immediately and began undoing his laces.
"Yurio, what are you doing?"
The teen stood once his skates were off, and glared at the silver-haired man he admired. "There's
no point. You'll obviously choose your soulmate over me."
"What?" both Victor and Katsuki asked, sounding confused.

The idiots didn't even know!
Yuri smacked Katsuki once again and watched as both he and Victor reached up to rub their sore
heads.
Both men froze then, and their gazes met. But not with the relived cheer that soulmates usually
experienced when finding one another.
Katsuki looked ready to faint and Victor seemed ready to vomit. Or explode.
Either way, Yuri himself was done.
He stomped off. He'd simply win the Grand Prix on his own.
Victor stared Yuuri down, gaze intense. Yurio's words ran through his head.
"Yuuri… is there a reason for why you never where short-sleeved shirts?"
Yuuri instinctively grabbed his arms and stepped away.
That was all Victor needed.
"Yuuri, there's nothing wrong with it. It's your body to do with as you please. I just worried that
you might take that last step one day, and I panicked. I couldn't lose you before knowing you."
Those brown orbs narrowed on him. "'Nothing wrong with it'! Of course there is something
wrong with it!" He grabbed Victor's arm and pushed his sleeve up, revealing their joint scars.
"I hurt you!" the brunet insisted. "There is nothing okay about that."
He couldn't help but sigh. His Yuuri was actually his soulmate. The soulmate he'd spent years
worrying over.
Carefully, he wrapped his arms around the younger man and refused to let go, even when Yuuri
struggled.
For years he could do nothing but feel and wait.
This time, with Yuuri emotionally falling apart in his arms, he could finally do more.
It would take time, and of course they needed to get to know each other better, but Victor was
willing to save Yuuri. Even if it meant saving him from himself.
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Frayed
Chapter Summary
Read Thread of Fate AU, except Yuuri has no soulmate and Victor's died early on.
Chapter Notes
-Some fluff to make up for yesterday's heart breaker.
-Also, I'm so sorry for last night. I did not support the dilweed and he is
#NotMyPresident.
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Yuuri looked around at everyone, wondering exactly what he was seeing. There were red lines
between everyone. Red lines connecting them to each other. And some stretching on for what
seemed to be forever. Too far for him to see.
Cautiously, he reached out and flicked one of the lines before him, finding it rubbery in a sense. It
vibrated, and his eyes followed the motions until the red got lost in the lines of other red.
He'd first noticed the red around his mother's finger, and how it was connected to the red around
his father's finger. The two had said it was the 'red thread of fate' that had linked them together.
That fate had decreed that they were perfect for each other.
Ever since he was young, Yuuri wondered why he was seeing everyone's threads. He also
wondered why his thread didn't extend past his finger. Instead of a string like everyone else he'd
ever seen, his thread was wrapped only around his littlest finger. It didn't extend in any way. Like
a ring.
Did that mean he didn't have a soulmate? Because he wasn't connected to somebody, he couldn't
be happy like his parents?
After years of no answers being forthcoming, Yuuri chose to abandon any hope. His thread never
grew, and no one ever looked at him the way his parents looked at each other.
In a way it was fine. Yuuri could focus more on himself and not have to worry about
disappointing someone else.
It would be fine.
Victor Nikiforov could see that his red string was broken. His mother had told him that it had
happened when he was little.
One day, the long string that had been much like his mother's, was pulled apart, and he'd
apparently rushed to tell her.
He didn't remember exactly what had transpired, but what followed was a month of utter silence
on his part. His soulmate had died. The person that was supposed to be perfect for him, was gone.
His young mind had somehow understood the seriousness of the situation and acted accordingly.
Victor was mute for thirty days straight.
And it was some time later that Victor found his passion for figure skating, and decided that he
wanted to dedicate his life to the art.
He no longer minded that his line was broken and frayed, the thread uneven and jutting out with
split ends. He not longer cried for himself. It was okay now.
He was used to it by now.
And in a way, it helped him. None of his zealous fans could claim that he was their soulmate,
because he didn't have one any longer.
When Katsuki Yuuri had officially met his idol, he had almost fainted. Instead of embarrassing
himself, he'd fled from the room in order to go shovel the snow for his mother.
He needed to think.
The best figure skater in the world was in his family's onsen. Naked. Blathering about how he was
going to coach Yuuri for the upcoming Grand Prix.
All because of a stupid video that Yuuko's children uploaded.
God, his luck of all things.
Still, Yuuri paused in his shoveling. He'd noticed something peculiar, but incredibly sad.
Victor's thread.
In person, it held more weight in Yuuri's eyes. Victor's thread was broken and old, showing that
he'd lost his soulmate ages ago.
Yuuri winced internally.
He'd have to work on not being sappy lately, so as not to alert Victor to what he knew.
Yuuri's open heart would weep for the man in private.
Victor liked Katsuki Yuuri, who was cute in a way he'd never considered. He found himself
ignoring social rules and obligations in order to glomp the younger man.
Victor was affectionate with those he cared for, and Yuuri had quickly ascended within his eyes.
Yuuri was unique and beautiful and amazing. Victor wanted to know anything and everything he
could about him.
"Yuuri!"
Said man twitched only slightly when Victor latched onto him.
Months into their friendship had brought them to this moment. Where Victor could adore his
precious Yuuri happily without fearing being pushed away because Yuuri was too overwhelmed.
Now it was as if he expected Victor's antics, and accepted them with a wry smile.
Victor was proud of his dear Yuuri. After these few months of ups and downs and an intensive
time pulling him from his fears, Victor was getting a more regular display of Yuuri's confidence.
And Victor wanted more of it.
"Let's go get dango!" the Russian suggested, already pulling on Yuuri's hand.
Yuuri's fingers linked with his own, without any prompting, and Victor smiled in victory!
Glancing down at their joined hands, Victor almost tripped over his own feet.
Because his thread, which had been broken beyond repair for twenty-two years, was no longer
frayed. It no longer resembled a piece of dried out straw. It was one thick strand of red, and from
what he could see, was longer.
He looked up, wondering if Yuuri noticed anything when they'd touched, but the other was
simply looking at something across the road.
Victor's interest was caught, and he decided that this would be a good experiment.
Yuuri noticed the moment that Victor's attitude took a deeper turn. The light-hearted teasing
wasn't gone, but there seemed to be something stronger behind all of his actions. All of his touches
and taunts came across differently.
The glances between them becoming lingering stares. The touches more than just casual contact.
Then one day, Victor asked the one question he hadn't expected.
"Have you ever met your soulmate?"
Yuuri gulped. Victor was an amazing person and had so far been different but better than
expected. That didn't mean that this would be accepted. It was unnatural, or so Yuuri assumed.
Fidgeting, the brunet looked away. "I… I never had one."
Victor said nothing in response
And Yuuri peeked at him under his lashes, hoping to see something that would let him know just
what Victor was thinking.
Victor was staring at Yuuri's hand. Particularly his pinky finger.
The thread still acted much like a ring would, never growing or breaking. It was just there.
Victor's eyes trailed to his own thread, which Yuuri had finally noticed, was healed. The thread
looked normal. Healthy even.
"My soulmate died," the Russian man said quietly. "I was five."
Oh, Victor. So long ago.
"However, I don't think that was my only chance."
Before he could ask, Victor was already moving, grabbing his red thread and tying it around
Yuuri's little finger.
And that was when something strange occurred.
The two different threads, both different shades of red even, glowed a little. And when Victor's
hand pulled back, there were no two separate threads. There was only one. One long, red thread
that got longer the further Yuuri pulled his hand away.
He gaped openly, astounded by what had just happened.
Victor looked besotted and placed both hands on Yuuri's cheeks. He flushed, but refused to look
away. Not now. Not after that.
"I've decided to give myself another soulmate," Victor whispered, eyes fixated on Yuuri's mouth.
And there was only one way Yuuri could respond to that.
He leaned up and pressed their mouths together in something that sent tingles through his body
and made his heart leap in his chest.
Victor had made them soulmates somehow. Because he thought they were perfect for each other.
Yuuri fingered the thread happily, finding himself incredibly attracted to the thought of having
Victor as his soulmate.
And judging by how hard Victor was rubbing against him, he was attracted to the thought as well.
A/N: Another is done!
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Luminescence
Chapter Summary
Light AU, where you glow silver wherever your soulmate touches you.
Chapter Notes
Touchy-feely fluff! And Yuri's big mouth.
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"One day, someone will come along, and when they touch you, a silver light will erupt between
you upon contact. When that happens, Yuuri, you will know that you've found your soulmate.
Your perfect match."
Yuuri had been thinking of that his whole life. Ever since his sixth birthday. He hoped he would
get a soulmate because he was emotional and he desperately wanted someone who was perfect for
him. Yuuri wanted companionship that didn't make him feel ill after too long.
'Perfect match' had to mean that they would accept him and understand him for who he was, and
what more could he want in life? What more could someone like Yuuri ask for?
Of course at the age of twenty-three, he had yet to experience any such connection with anyone,
and he was a bit put out. But he had hope! And that hope was always lingering in the back of his
mind.
Also, he had more important things to consider right now. Soulmates could wait until later. A little
while later at least.
His career as a skater was important to him. Just when he'd been ready to give up, his idol
appeared. Victor Nikiforov appeared one day and exuberantly told him that they would be
working together to get Yuuri into the Grand Prix Final, and that he would win.
And Yuuri was properly skeptical because he'd finished dead last in the last Grand Prix, and his
shame was on display for the world to see. He wasn't proud, and he didn't have the confidence to
go through with more, but he didn't want to give up his passion simply because he had a few bad
go through with more, but he didn't want to give up his passion simply because he had a few bad
experiences. The competitiveness within refused to concede defeat.
He sighed as he placed the final box on the floor. Victor Nikiforov apparently had to bring all of
Russia with him on his trip to Japan. The room he would be using was simply covered in boxes
and Yuuri had no idea where the man was going to put anything, but he wasn't going to pry.
"Yuuri."
One moment, he was kneeling floor and the next, Victor was in his personal space, sliding his
long and thin fingers around Yuuri's right wrist while the fingers of his other hand tipped the
brunet's chin upward so they could look at one another. It was an intimate sort of touch that Yuuri
hadn't been expecting and was flustered over immediately.
And that was when it happened. The bright, silver light that Yuuri had heard so much about in his
childhood. His chin and hand felt warm under Victor's caresses, and the breath was short in his
lungs.
Victor's blue eyes were wide with shock at the revelation. And Yuuri watched as those eyes
suddenly went wider but with amazement and interest.
"Interesting."
Yuuri didn't move a muscle. He didn't really know what to do at the moment. He just learned that
the man he'd admired for the past thirteen years - his idol, one of the best figure skaters in the
world - was his soulmate. It shouldn't be shocking that he didn't know what to do. What did
soulmates do when meeting each other?
This whole situation was very awkward.
He fidgeted, and Victor was finally kind enough to let go.
"It seems," the older man nearly purred, "that we are going to become very close, dear Yuuri."
With a squeak, Yuuri pushed away frantically, until he found himself on the floor in the corridor.
And when Victor did not move from his spot, Yuuri stood and fled to his room. His sanctuary.
What the hell did he do now?!
Victor was very careful not to mention the soulmate bond at any time. He wanted to watch Yuuri.
See how he reacted around other people and his family. What he did when confronted with
hardships.
And Yuuri didn't seem at all interested in bringing up their connection. The poor thing flustered
himself too easily and would slide away when he felt too pressured with social anxiety and
secondary embarrassment.
Victor had to think about how to approach the situation. In one evening, he'd already learned quite
a lot, but there was certainly more to learn. More to witness.
So he began the slow incorporation of himself into his soulmate's life, pleased that Yuuri accepted
him despite being so embarrassed all the time.
And that was when Victor proceeded with the touching. Naturally he was flamboyant and
cheerful, and loved physical contact, but he couldn't help but layer it on a bit more for Yuuri.
Especially when that stunning warmth would envelop him whenever he touched his soulmate.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he managed to turn things around. And the arrival of Yuri Plisetsky only
made it better, which made Yuuri even more determined to keep him, and 'seduce him'.
And seduced he had been.
Victor trailed a hand across the back of Yuuri's neck, enjoying how his darling shivered a bit, but
leaned into the warmth provided. He nuzzled into Yuuri's surprisingly soft hair and sighed.
"Ugh! Will you two just go fuck already?!"
"No need to be crass, Yurio," said Victor, though he was already standing and dragging Yuuri up
with him. Yuuri squeaked in protest.
"Whatever. And stop calling me that!"
Victor merely stuck out his tongue as he lead a blushing Yuuri from the room.
It was time to once again make Yuuri's room shine in their shared luminescence.
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Inked
Chapter Summary
Body Art AU, where any art/writing on your body will appear on your soulmate's
body.
Chapter Notes
Our boys experiment with body art!
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

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Ever since he was little, Victor had found himself doodling on his skin no matter where he was.
At school, at home, in between practices. No matter what, Victor always seemed to have a
collection of pens on hand so he could draw on himself.
And even though his parents had been a bit horrified, because what would his soulmate think, he
didn't stop. Victor found entertainment in it and he could only hope that his soulmate liked it as
well. Victor wasn't going to stop any time soon.
Though he found it odd that his soulmate never doodled anything. Most children drew on
themselves at least once in their lives, right?
As he grew, Victor's doodles took on more detail. Enough that he learned how to hold his pen in
different ways in order to apply different pressures for shading.
His most amazing masterpiece so far was of a tiny ballerina en pointe.
He hadn't expected to get anything in return, but suddenly, a small star appeared on his hand, just
above the ballerina's outstretched hand. As if she was reaching for the stars.
Blinking, and feeling a small thrill of excitement run through his body, Victor set to doodling more
details on her skirt.
A moment later, the ballerina had a companion who was mimicking her movement.
Smiling, Victor set to adding more detail to his clothes, drawing small stars on the male's jacket.
After that, he added a small smiley face in appreciation, and got a thumbs up in return.
For the first time in his ten years, Victor was having true fun outside of the ice rink.
When Yuuri was Fourteen, he'd found himself sitting on the roof of the school, writing a very
detailed study guide on his hand and forearm. He hadn't taken into account that he was most likely
covering his soulmate in all of his notes.
However it was brought to his attention when he got home, where his other arm had been covered
in a foreign language. He used the online translator and scribbled a poor copy of some of them
with his stylus onto his tablet.
It came back as 'discovered Russian'. His soulmate was a Russian or at least had grown up in
Russia. It was such an interesting cultural mix. But it was also slightly worrying. Would he ever
get to meet them?
Also, the notes seemed to have something to do with sports, though the online translator could not
be trusted in the least. They usually failed beyond identifying languages.
Still, this was a new piece of insight that he was glad for.
It was time to learn Russian.
"Yuuri! Victor's on again!"
Looking up at his friend Yuuko, Yuuri smiled. "I'm coming!"
Victor would never have known that his soulmate spoke fluent Japanese had those notes not been
made that day. It was what spurred him on to learning Japanese. Simply to eliminate the cultural
divide as quickly as possible.
Japanese was harder to learn than English, that was for certain. But it was worth it.
One day, during his small rebellion in Korea, Victor decided that he wanted to be able to share
something special with his soulmate. Something beyond little doodles on their hands that they
helped complete for each other.
In a small tattoo shop in Seoul, Victor found himself confronted with a man who did not know his
status as a world known figure skater. He probably wouldn't care either. He simply did his job and
that was that.
Victor wondered when his soulmate would notice it.
He hoped they would like it.
Yuuri screamed himself hoarse when the image appeared on his back one day. He'd simply been
in the shower, doing his business, when something red caught his eye. It curled a bit around his
hips and it wouldn't wash off not matter how much he tried.
Stepping out from under the hot spray, he turned to the mirror and gaped at the vision that awaited
him. He turned more fully, allowing himself to see his back in the mirror, and found a very large
dragon staring back at him. Or rather, the outline of a dragon. It hadn't been colored or shaded yet,
so it was incomplete. But still.
As Yuuri had never even considered getting a tattoo before, he knew it wasn't him.
It was his soulmate.
His soulmate had decided to go and get a tattoo to share between them. The time and pain they
must have sacrificed.
Yuuri ran a hand over the permanently stained skin. It was nice.
He wanted to pay them back.
"Victor, your hand!"
Looking down, Victor found that his entire left hand was covered in intricate designs that he
recognized as 'henna'. A very particular type of art.
It was beautiful too. Of course Yakov looked disturbed, but it wasn't as if it was his business
anyway, so Victor didn't care.
His soulmate had gone out and done this in response to the dragon tattoo, he was certain.
Victor knew he'd have to go back some day and get it finished, but his schedule was very tight
and troublesome, what with the training constantly and tournaments he was entering. Still, he
would finish it at some point.
Finding himself filled with renewed vigor, Victor applied himself twice as hard in training that
day, managing to land every jump perfectly, several times in a row.
"Yuuri, that was beautiful!"
The brunet flushed at the praise. He'd been working extra hard on his step sequences because they
seemed to be his best. Steps and spins.
Yuuki was bouncing up and down, clapping her hands. "I wasn't expecting you to improve this
much! How are your jumps?"
He winced. "The Salchow is troublesome, but my Triple Axel is nearly perfect."
"Spending all that time in America seems to have a good affect on you! You're trying a lot harder
and seem to be more competitive!"
"Yeah, but I still get stage fright easily," he mumbled in defeat.
"Maybe you just need the proper coach or something."
Yuuri was sure it wasn't his coach's fault.
The dragon was finished. Victor was immensely proud of it. A fierce, red and black creature that
demanded attention.
It took up the entire span of his back, and curled around his body in the most intimate of places.
Claws around the hips and tail trailing around to rest across the pubic bone.
He liked it, and hoped his soulmate liked it as well.
Looking down at his hands, he was shocked to see a message awaiting him.
It's beautiful. I love it.
Perfect English. Victor was suddenly glad to have learned English.
Panicking, he looked around for a pen, and dove into his bed in order to get comfortable.
I hoped you would.
A smiley face was his answer.
Unable to let this go, Victor decided to ask something that had been on his mind.
Are you actually Japanese?
The answer was positive. So if Victor wanted to meet his soulmate, he'd have to go to Japan. That
could be easily arranged.
What are your hobbies?
Victor smiled at the sudden question, and proceeded to list his daytime activities.
In return, he learned some things about his soulmate, and rolled over, smiling happily at the new
revelations.
Yuuri sighed, incredibly embarrassed and frustrated.
He'd made it to a major competition and ended up failing spectacularly. And on top of that, Victor
Nikiforov was a complete douche canoe. An attractive one, but a douche nonetheless. Who
doesn't know their fellow competitors?
Yuuri knew everyone, even if they made his nervous most of the time. He made it a point to at
least know of everyone in case he had to speak with them personally.
And Yuuri didn't need a photo of Victor, his room in Japan was covered in enough as it was.
He sighed, feeling absolutely drained.
He wanted to go home, go to bed, and not wake up.
That would be lovely.
How are you?
Victor waited and waited, but the response was slow.
Not well.
With a frown, Victor asked why.

I embarrassed myself terribly and now I'm not sure I want to keep up my career.
Victor sat up, not liking the dejected tone in the message.
You can't give up! You'll hate yourself!
Just take a small break, wait awhile, and then come back.
It'll be fine, you'll see.
There was a small smiley in response, and Victor hoped he'd managed to appease his soulmate a
bit.
Victor didn't like thoughts of giving up.
He hoped that his soulmate kept on.
Are you ever going to tell me your name?
Maybe.
Skating was like breathing in a sense. It made him feel good. And when he wasn't in front of a
judging crowd, he felt so much better. So much more freer with himself.
Yuuko obviously got a kick out of his performance and applauded with all of her heart. Her
praises and concerns heard and acknowledged.
He had been Depressed over his failings, but his soulmate had helped him suck it up. He was still
a little unstable and would regularly get into a slump, but Yuuri wasn't going to let it stop him. His
life was already ruled by too much Anxiety, he didn't want anything else to have control over him.
Skating was his life, and it was just something that he loved to do.
So he wasn't going to let his failure control his life any longer.
Katsuki Yuuri was interesting. Victor watched his rendition of Victor's performance, over and
over. He watched on various technology. He slowed everything down to half speed in order to
properly evaluate the man's skills, but it was as if he had become Victor Nikiforov himself.
He wasn't shy or twitchy. He'd somehow modeled his entire demeanor after Victor's during the
original performance. It was like looking at a shorter copy of himself in that small ice rink. The ice
rink that was so small that his program had to be modified to fit it.
The fact was, that performance had happened less than a month ago, and had taken months of
preparation for Victor to accomplish it.
How could this Japanese skater manage to perfect it in such a short time?
Victor could pick up small mistakes and shaky footing, but overall, it was perfect. Might even
receive a score close enough to Victor's if it was being properly judged.
How did Katsuki Yuuri go from a bundle of nerves that lost in front of one of the largest crowds
in the world, to a mini-Victor?
What was his secret?
While mimicking Victor, he seemed to even take on Victor's confidence. There was no fear, no
worry.
Yuuri allowed himself to feel the music and the performance in a way that Victor hadn't. Overall,
he felt the performance was better than the original, and personally decided that the title 'tried to
skate' was wrong. Yuuri had skated the program amazingly.
Victor was slightly ashamed. His disinterest had come upon him so suddenly that his performance
had been disappointing. He'd despised it, watching over and over and finding it lacking
something. And it appeared that Katsuki Yuuri had that something.
An idea hit him then and he groped around for a pen.
I'm coming to Japan soon. We should meet up at some point!
It took a moment, but then there was a blessed response.
Really? For how long?
Victor was already looking up Katsuki Yuuri's home town, and found himself grinning.
He was going on a trip to find himself!
Yuuri hastened his training. His soulmate was coming to Japan at some point and even wanted to
meet up. This meant that he he had to get back into shape as soon as possible.
While not too terribly conscious about his weight, people kept drawing attention to it as if it was
something super bad, and he was sick of it. If another person called him 'piglet' he was going to
scream. So what better way to get it to stop than to just lose the damn weight and make them all
shut the hell up?
Also, he might be lightly panicking over meeting his soulmate. He still didn't know their name or
gender, or even age.
He didn't want to accidentally insult them. But they wanted it to be a surprise.
When Yuuri got home that night, he found that it had snowed lightly. It was April, yet was
snowing like it was still Winter. He could already foresee the hours of shoveling that he was going
to have to do in the morning. He was not looking forward to it.
"Yu-chan, do you want some katsudon?"
The temptation was real. The desire for the mouthwatering meal of the Kami was so very real. But
no. Not right now.
He shook his head. "I can't afford that right now."
His mother smiled with understanding.
"You might want to know that we have a visitor who will be staying with us for awhile. So if you
see a dog that looks just like Vic-chan, don't panic."
She skipped away then, leaving him in confusion.

"Arf!"
Startled, he looked around, and moved to slide the door open, finding a poodle that was much
larger than Vic-chan had been, sitting there, tail wagging.
What the hell?
"He belongs to our guest," his father said as he passed by, holding a basket. "I didn't know
foreigners traveled with their pets. He's in the spring if you wanted to know."
Yuuri stomach dropped.
Victor's first impression of Katsuki Yuuri was that he was different than expected.
In the video, he'd been a little chubby, but not overly so. Right now, the young man was in fact,
not chubby in the least. Smaller than expected, but rather fit if his tight, red shirt was anything to
go by.
With a smile, Victor stood, proudly showing off his own body and announcing his intentions to
train Yuuri into the ground in order to make him win the Grand Prix Final.
Yuuri flushed and looked away. "Are you going to put clothes on any time soon, or would you
prefer to finish your bath first?"
It took Victor a moment, but then his mouth dropped. Yuuri had spoken in near perfect Russian!
When the other noticed Victor's astonishment, he flushed harder. "My soulmate is Russian. So I
figured I'd learn it to make it easier on both of us. Though my writing is still lacking, but I can at
least verbally converse."
So Victor wasn't the only person willing to learn another language for his soulmate.
His opinion of Katsuki Yuuri had just risen several points. Also, hearing someone foreign
speaking his native tongue was obviously impressive and he was appreciative of the efforts, even
if they weren't for him.
"I'm sure your soulmate will be thankful," the older man assured with a bright smile usually
reserved for fans.
Yuuri nodded absently and turned. "Come out when you're done."
The touching had to be a Russian thing. Yuuri had gone to university in America and had traveled
all over the world, but no one had ever been as tactile as Victor Nikiforov was.
And he had to reluctantly take back his assessment. The man wasn't a douche, which actually
made him feel better. To look up to a horrible person would then make him feel horrible. But
Victor did get a bit haughty at times, whether he noticed it or not.
All that privilege must have been a normal thing, because he just did things without expecting
consequences.
Like how he liked to hang all over Yuuri, or the fact that that when he drank too much, he'd start
stripping and then hang all over Yuuri.
And Yuuri had to learn to get used to it because Victor wasn't going to be changing any time
soon. At least he wasn't groping Yuuri, which was a lot better than some other people that Yuuri
had met before.
"Yuuri, we don't need to have any practice today. I'm going to be a little busy."
Yuuri sighed in relief. He was meeting his soulmate and didn't want to have to explain why he
needed a day off.
"Okay. Have fun I guess."
Victor beamed. "I'm hoping I will. Fingers crossed!"
Victor dashed form the room, leaving Yuuri to his own thoughts.
Victor flipped the compact open and raised his pen to his face. In order to better notice who his
soulmate was, he decided he was going to doodle a small heart on his left cheek. Anyone who
walked in with a heart on their face, had to be his soulmate! It was genius!
The shop door opened again, and he gaped when Yuuri of all people walked in, a bright red heart
on his cheek. Yuuri then lifted a pen and wrote something on his hand.
Looking down, Victor saw the words, "I'm here" awaiting him.
Katsuki Yuuri was his soulmate.
Yuuri was his soulmate!
Victor launched out of his seat in order to grab the younger man into a tight hug. His dear Yuuri
was actually his!
And there he'd been feeling guilty for being a little smitten with the other. But it was okay now!
"V-Victor?" the brunet stuttered, probably worried over the insistent rubbing.
"I find that I'm very lucky," he whispered before deciding to kiss Yuuri senseless.
And if he managed to make Yuuri cry from being overstimulated later on, that was no one's
business but theirs.
A /N: Another is done!
See ya! :D

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Once Upon A Dream
Chapter Summary
Dreams AU, where when you sleep, you find yourself viewing the world form your
soulmate's perspective. Problem, you can't hear anything.
Chapter Notes
Some internal monologue. Feels. Hints of the sexy times later on. More feels.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

FOLLOW BACK.
Yuuri first became aware of the strangeness of his dreams when he realized that he could not hear
anything. He was probably six years old when he realized for the first time that his dreams were
incredibly strange.
And, like any other child who wanted to know something, he immediately went to his mother and
asked her if there was something wrong. And that was when Katsuki Yuuri learned for the first
time, that what he was seeing in his dreams was actually him leaving his body and entering his
soulmate's body.
It was a strange sort of phenomenon, that had been officially recorded as a real event in the last
one hundred years. When the Age of Science and Exploration came upon the world, many
questioned the validity of soulmates, and tried to disprove the idea as much as possible. However,
eventually it was too recurring to not be true.
And therefore the theory became the fact.
Of course there was the cute little assumption that the soul left the body in order to join up with its
other half for a while. Many cultures liked to believe that the two parts were meeting up in an
attempt to bring each other together.
While Yuuri thought that was a cute idea, he didn't necessarily believe that personally. But it was
something nice for romance novels and little kids who dreamed of having a nice soulmate when
they grew up. Who wanted to live 'happily ever after'.
Still, the situation had baffled him at a young age. What good was knowing about the life his
soulmate, if he could not hear anything that was going on? It was like he was in the body of his
soulmate, but he had no control over what was happening. And it really got him thinking. What
did his soulmate see when he was sleeping? What parts of Yuuri's life had his soulmate been
witness to?
And the thought process let him down a very dark road where he buried himself in his bed for
four days at the time, because he did not like what he was considering.
When someone fell asleep, they found themselves watching the world from their soulmate's
perspective. It was a very interesting kind of thing, but it was also uncomfortable. Because you felt
that you were moving. You felt that you were doing something, but you were not the one in
control, and it was a strange sensation to not be in control of what should be your body.
From everything that Yuuri had witnessed about his soulmate, he knew that the other was not
Asian. And he was quite certain that his soulmate was a boy just like him.
Again, like any child that wanted to know the answer to a question, he went to his mother.
Yuuri had shyly looked up at the woman and asked her if it was okay that his soulmate was a boy
too. He asked if it was bad. And he remembered her answer very clearly.
"Yu-kun, a soulmate is supposed to be your one. The one for you and no one else. They are meant
to possess what you lack, just as you possess what they lack. There is never a 'bad soulmate for
you'. Your other half completes you."
That had lightened Yuuri's perspective on the entire situation considerably. He no longer felt that it
was strange that sometimes he would end up seeing his soulmate's body. However, he was very
uncomfortable with the thought that his soulmate was able to see his own body.
And the thing was that he'd never seen his soulmate in a reflective surface. And it wasn't like
Yuuri slept for very long. He was a light sleeper in general, so he did not sleep for hours and
hours at night, but it was still very strange.
One would think that in the course of six hours, somebody would somehow manage to walk by a
window or a mirror or maybe look at themselves in the reflection of a well polished car. But his
soul mate was rarely ever around anything like that whenever Yuuri was asleep.
Something else that he'd noticed about his soulmate, was that his country was a little strange. And
also, there was a lot of snow. It was very cold. His soulmate was surrounded by westerners, at
least he was certain they were westerners. Yuuri had noticed that for about half the year, they
would walk around bundled in thick coats and equally thick scarves. And then the other half of
the year, they wouldn't wear much.
He couldn't even begin to guess where his soulmate lived. He just knew that the area apparently
went through extreme changes in climate from very cold to very hot. There was no transitioning
like Spring and Autumn. It was just one thing to another and back and forth.
A ten year old Yuuri had finally gotten fed up one day. He had fallen ill, and had been bedridden
for almost a week. In that time frame, he dreamed the most he had ever dreamed in his life.
He saw strange-looking buildings, and snow, cute dogs, scary girls, and an old man who looked
like he really needed to take a load off at a good onsen.
Yuuri tried to remember the writing of the signs he saw. He tried to remember things he'd seen, in
hopes that he might be able to look them up. The problem with having a soulmate who was
obviously a foreigner, was that learning whatever their native tongue was, would be difficult.
It was some time a few years later, that's his friend Yuuko rushed up to tell him that she had found
a new figure skater to idolize. She then proceeded to drag him to her house, sit him down in front
of the television, and force him to watch this new skater.
And he was made to watch a small clip about said skater's life. Showing the city in which they
grow up, and the buildings they proceeded to frequent when they wanted to go out to eat. That
was the first time in his life that Yuuri finally had an idea as to where his soulmate came from.
Because he'd seen those very streets before, but he'd only seen them in a dream.
His soulmate was a Russian figure skater. Yuuri had known about the figure skating for a long
time. In fact, watching through his soulmate's eyes, as his soulmate executed very interesting
practices, was what made Yuuri's interest in ballet move on to figure skating.
And while he still did ballet from time to time, his practices were mostly with Yuuko for figure
skating.
This new revelation for him, was what made him even more determined.
Also, he may have kind of had a crush on someone not his soulmate, but that was okay. It wasn't
like Yuuri would ever meet Victor Nikiforov anyway. So admiring from afar was alright.
Victor was astonished at how many people were not in his soulmate's life. When he'd learned that
he would be seeing the life of his soulmate through his soulmate's eyes, he had gotten really
excited. He would get to learn new things, and see different people, but instead, his soulmate was
a very singular type of person.
His soulmate did not go out and party like others did. Nor did he play with other children. In fact,
Victor often found himself staring at a barre. And on that barre, would be a long leg, stretched out
perfectly.
His soulmate was a ballet dancer.
Well, for several years his soulmate was a ballet dancer, but then his soulmate started taking up ice
skating. And Victor had a feeling that the difference in time zones was what made it so he did not
get to see much of his soulmate's skating, but what he did see he could admit that he was
impressed with it. Especially since he noticed that his soulmate was actually younger than him.
That part was made obvious when his soulmate was still sitting in a class of thirty students, and
doing mathematics. Or when he would sit down at lunch with a friend, and they'd push their desks
together while they ate.
Of course they weren't that much younger, no more than four years, but still.
At Victor's age of nineteen, he knew that fifteen year olds were in a sort of in between time in
their lives. With all the emotions and puberty creeping up on them suddenly, it was amazing that
his soulmate could focus on class, ballet, skating, and whatever his home business dealt with.
Victor didn't understand enough Japanese to determine the younger one's job at home though.
So yes, their strides were impressive.

When he was younger, Victor had always had a fascination with sleeping. He was also incredibly
saddened when he could not sleep for as long as he wanted. However, there were things to be
done, and he could not wile away his days, dreaming about his soulmate's life.
Still, he felt that he new his soulmate pretty well.
His soulmate was Asian. Full Japanese origin. His soulmate was also incredibly intelligent from
what Victor had seen of his test scores. He was good at ballet, and had a lot of stamina in the rink
during practice. He loved food. A lot.
He didn't know what the name of the dish was called, but he saw enough of it to know that it was
a favorite. And the way the steam would rise up made his stomach plead for food as well.
It smelled wonderful and tasted great too. It was a nice way to experience something, without
having it affect his own body. Though, it certainly affected his soulmate's body.
His poor soulmate had a slow metabolism, which made weight loss harder because any food made
him put on weight, and he had to work twice as hard to lose the excess weight.
Victor didn't know of it personally, but after years of watching his soulmate struggle with scales
and intense workouts, he felt that he understood to an extent. And he felt for the other boy. For the
frustration and the tears he cried. He wished he could help, but he didn't know how.
He still didn't know what the boy looked like!
One day, when he was twenty-one, he found himself dreaming much longer than usual. Enough
to actually see more of his soulmate's life. School was usually the main part of each dream, but
then sometimes ballet or skating would fit in there somewhere. This time, Victor had slept in three
hours, and got to witness more than a home cooked meal.
His soulmate was an avid fan of him.
Very avid.
So avid, Victor would never forget it!
Their room was a shrine. It had to be. Photos and posters of him were all over the walls. Dolls, a
body pillow, and even a few magazines with his face prominently displayed on the cover, littered
the room.
His soulmate's idolization of him was further expounded upon a few days later when Victor found
himself watching a video of one of his performances. And his soulmate watched attentively and
clapped happily when it was over.
A few days later, Victor was treated to the sensation of his soulmate, and his soulmate's friend,
mimicking his own routine.
And to be honest, they did a pretty good job! He was proud that they were exploring their skills.
He was proud that he was an inspiration to young skaters in the world. It made him feel like he
was accomplishing more than just a victory here and there.
Sometimes he wondered what his soulmate's reaction would be should he find out that he was
destined to be Victor's equal.
And sometimes Victor fervently hoped that when they finally met, things would go well and that
they truly fit well together.
Victor was tired of being bored and alone.
Yuuri laid in bed, the shame and embarrassment just filling him. He stared up at the ceiling,
wishing that somehow it would give him the answers that he needed.
He'd failed. It was bad. Embarrassing. It was all over the world and would in no way be forgotten
any time soon.
Still, he wasn't going to stop skating altogether, though maybe competitively wasn't meant for him
anymore. He wasn't sure his coach was the right coach for him, because 'suck it up' just didn't
work. Not for Yuuri. He wasn't like Phichit. He couldn't just ignore his terror.
Also, Yuuri wasn't as amazing as Phichit, who could execute amazing jumps. Yuuri's steps were
his forte, but they just weren't good enough to win in competition.
Yuuri needed to go back to his roots and re-discover his love for figure skating. And who had
been the one to inspire him in the first place?
Victor Nikiforov.
With a sigh, Yuuri sat up and decided to go and see Yuuko.
When Victor closed his eyes, he thought he was going to see the ocean again. His soulmate had
been terribly emotional these past few weeks, and had gone out to the ocean many a time to cry.
Victor didn't know what was wrong, for he hadn't seen anything, but he wished he could help.
This time was different however.
He was back in the small ice rink his soulmate loved to frequent. And his soulmate was removing
his glasses, making everything blurry instantly. His friend was there. The one from school. The
one with the kind smile.
The two exchanged words for a moment, before the man moved out to the center of the ice and
took position.
While Victor could not hear anything, he knew immediately what this was. His soulmate was
once again, mimicking one of his routines, except… it was done beautifully.
There was emotion. He could feel it. His winning performance was finally good in his opinion.
His soulmate had added a flare to it that he hadn't had when he's skated it personally. It felt right.
Good and wholesome. Victor basked in it, reveling in how his soulmate landed all of his jumps
perfectly and how amazing his footwork was.
He was invigorated suddenly. He wanted to meet his soulmate. Wanted to see just what they had
that could inspire him once again.
Of course, the next morning, he was astonished.
The very performance that he had lived in his dreams, was currently trending on every social
media site in the world. And he knew it was his soulmate skating the routine because he
recognized the girl he was skating for. Had seen her face constantly over the years.
Victor had been correct. His soulmate was a natural born Japanese man. Katsuki Yuuri, one of the
top figures skaters of Japan, as determined by the JSF.
Also, Yuuri had an intense idolization of him, if Victor remembered the poster covered bedroom
correctly. So either Yuuri knew they were soulmates, or he was simply a big fan.
A fan who inspired Victor. And now Victor had a reason to go and meet him without seeming
creepy!
It happened suddenly. Yuuri was no longer dreaming about his soulmate's life. He'd had a mild
panic attack. The worry simply too much. He'd even rushed out to his mother - because moms
always had the answer - and asked her what she thought about it.
"It could mean that you are now in the same time zone."
That would mean that they were sleeping at the same time. So then, would his soulmate be
dreaming of nothing as well?
How very strange.
"Yuuri!"
The brunet flushed at the arm that wound itself around his shoulders.
Victor Nikiforov, who had come all the way to Japan to be his coach, was a very tactile person.
He liked to invade personal space and spread his carefree nature around.
Yuuri's shoulders slumped just a bit, his light uneasiness melting away almost too easily anymore.
He'd gotten used to being touched so affectionately. So often. Victor was not happy unless he had
some sort of physical contact with Yuuri, and that was a fact.
He didn't understand, but he stopped running ages ago. Now he just accepted it. Besides, hadn't
he used to daydream about Victor Nikiforov wanting to hug him? Too many times if he was going
to be honest.
It was nice, and it made him comfortable if truth be told. That Victor was just so genuinely happy
to see him all the time, made his heart flutter. He had very few people like that in his life.
"Yuuri, will you come to the shops with me? I want to see what they sell in the common shops on
the corners!"
Always so excitable.
With a roll of the eyes, Yuuri nodded. Victor threw his arms up and gave a cheer.
"I have to get my wallet though."
"Nonsense," the Russian said, already tugging him toward the door. "Think of it as a date. I'm
paying."
A date to the corner shop. Wow.
"Only if I can have katsudon later."
Victor's gaze turned almost - dare he say it - sensual. "We'll share some later. You can feed me
and I'll feed you."
Yuuri was a blushing mess during the entire venture.

He didn't know how it happened. One thing lead to another, and Victor's 'dates' around Hasetsu,
happened more frequently. And those little hugs and touches between them escalated until Yuuri
found himself pressed up against the shower wall at Ice Castle, with Victor grinding against him
from behind.
And only minutely did he think of his soulmate and whether it was okay or not. But really, Victor
was very good with his hips and he was also talented in other forms of training as well.
There was a moan, he was sure it came from his own mouth. Victor's hands were trailing over his
stomach and ghosting just barely over that place that Yuuri needed them most.
He pressed against them insistently, and flushed when he felt the small huff of laughter against his
neck.
Though he refused to be ashamed.
For the first time in months, Yuuri was finally dreaming of his soulmate's life. He was intensely
intrigued, and noticed immediately that he was laying down on something smooth.
Above his head was a bare ceiling. His soulmate's body rolled over, and he suddenly found
himself looking at… himself.
His body was lying there, right next to his soulmate's own body! He was illuminated by the
moonlight coming in through the window, and his skin looked paler than normal. Yuuri had
worked up quite a tan, but in the dark of the night and by the light of the moon, he looked…
ethereal.
A hand reached out to caress the side of Yuuri's own face, and Yuuri blinked, suddenly finding
himself awake and staring at Victor, who was laying beside him on Victor's bed. In Victor's room.
There was a beam of moonlight coming in through the window, and Victor was staring down at
him as if he was something to be treasured.
"Do you understand?" the older man murmured as he leaned in.
He did. Victor had somehow known, but instead of telling him, he'd wooed Yuuri. He wanted
Yuuri to choose him because of love, and not because of some predestined bond forged between
them by fate.
Yuuri shuffled closer and nuzzled into Victor's smooth throat.
This was a much better revelation than he could have ever imagined.
Victor's fingers were warm and comforting as they trailed through his hair.
So much better.
{ Wake up me Prince Charming,
I've been dreaming about.
Wake me up Prince Charming,
Make my dreams come true. }

See ya! :D

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Chapter End Notes
This chapter was inspired by the song "Once Upon (Another) Dream" by No Secrets.
The song appeared on the special edition of Disney's Sleeping Beauty, like 15 years
ago. I recommend the song.
Also, check out my other Yuri!!! On Ice fic, "A Flower's Influence". Papa!Yuuri
AU.
Music to my Mind
Chapter Summary
Music AU, where you hear whatever song your soulmate is listening to or thinking
about.
Chapter Notes
Will have a sequel chapter later.

Angst and slight anger. Poor Yuuri can't seem to handle how his annoying soulmate
is also his idol/crush!
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

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The earliest time Yuuri remembered hearing the music, was when he was four. It was a sad song,
or so it sounded to him. And no matter how often he mimicked the words to the best of his ability,
no one knew what he was saying.
It was in a different language.
"Mne kazhetsya poroyu, chto soldaty

S krovavykh ne prishedshiye poley,
Ne v zemlyu nashu polegli kogda-to,
A prevratilis' v belykh zhuravley."
Yuuri never learned the name of the song. He didn't even know what it was about. But almost
every night, around his bed time, that song would play in his mind, and he would fall asleep to an
unknown lullaby.
Victor hummed along to the music.

He knew it was his soulmate, and he knew that this song was what they were thinking of. He just
wished he knew what it meant. This one in particular was on a loop, and all his mother could tell
him, was that it 'sounded Asian'.
Not much help. But the song did relax him a bit.
"Mori mo iyagaru, Bon kara saki-nya.

Yuki mo chiratsuku-shi, Ko mo naku-shi."
It sounded like a lullaby, and while he knew he should be paying attention to his classes, he found
himself sitting and listening instead.
It was more interesting than maths anyway.
Yuuri had gotten used to the music, but he often wondered why his soulmate resorted to mentally
singing 'Eye of the Tiger' to themself on a near constant basis. Between eleven and three every
day, that one song seemed to be on repeat.
As payback, Yuuri would think of his favorite girl group, and have his favorite song on repeat. If
only because he knew that repetition would bore some individuals.
It was a petty sort of payback, but he didn't mind.
Victor's soulmate kept odd times. Whenever it was Victor's bed time, he would find himself
'serenaded' - and he meant that very lightly - with hardcore, American rock bands.
He was glad that they at least had an eclectic taste in music, but where were they that such music
was welcome at such times in the evening?
Katsuki Yuuri sighed as Phichit beamed at him. The suggestive look was annoying and he stuck
his tongue out simply because he was frustrated.
All he wanted to do was sleep. All he wanted to do was rest. His soulmate decided to rave or
something, because the music was loud and grating.
In the afternoon would be fine. Midnight when he's exhausted from a day of skating and training,
he did not want to be stuck listening to this.
Life sucked sometimes.
He was going to fail! He was going to fall or trip. He was going to-
He missed the landing.
But he managed to save himself, sort of.
Still, he was right to worry because he knew something was going to happen.
He'd heard the comments. A lot of people didn't think he deserved to be there. He knew that he
wasn't the best, but he had genuinely thought that he had a chance.
He was preparing himself for a triple axel, when suddenly, the music of the rink disappeared and
the loud screeching of a guitar filled his ears.
Yuuri's jump was fucked immediately, and he didn't even get one revolution in before he
collapsed on the ice, clutching his head.
It was a fail, and he couldn't even finish the performance.
Having a soulmate was hell.
Victor was unsure of what to do. There was a particular song flitting through his mind. This song
had been on repeat for three weeks. He wouldn't mind, if the song did not worry him so intensely.
He knew English. Was verbally fluent in it. Could read it pretty well also. The song was sad. The
song was dangerous.
It talked about self harm. It told a story about the loss of life and how things kept going from bad
to worse.
He didn't know what had happened, but his soulmate was in a rut of some sort. Enough that
suicidal music played in his mind for hours upon hours every day.
Victor, being his normally cheerful self, tried to counter it with happy music, but the sadness
persisted.
What could he do?
It was some time in the early morning that he found himself awoken by familiar music. He
recalled it very well. He'd performed to it and even won his fifth Grand Prix with that very same
music.
Still, the music played through his mind with a stunning amount of clarity, and Victor found
himself standing in the middle of his lounge, swaying along to the music. It had been so long since
he'd skated simply for the fun of it.
And he was relieved because this meant that his soulmate was focusing on other things and not
self harm.
Later on, he was not expecting to find himself assaulted by hundreds of emails linking him to the
same video. A video of a familiar face, skating his own routine. The one that he'd reminisced on
just that morning.
He hadn't known the boy was a fellow skater. He also felt kind of bad for assuming he was just a
fan. Especially since, if he remembered correctly, he hadn't been blushing and stuttering when
looking at Victor.
Katuski Yuuri breathed life in Victor's performance, showing the clear enjoyment that Victor
himself had been lacking. Giving the emotion that Victor had been unable to give himself.
Displaying a near perfect tribute to Victor's hollow victory.
And in that instant, Victor made the decision that if he wanted to rekindle his old love of skating
once again, then he needed to take a break and pursue a new avenue.
Victor smiled at the young man and gestured widely, holding his hand out in invitation. The
moment was silent, the two staring one another down, when Victor's mind was suddenly filled
with music.
'You're so sexy, sexy, sexy.
Be my lover be my inspiration.
You're so sexy, sex-sex-sexy,
Physical and logical temptation.'
The music continued on in a sultry beat that got Victor to wiggle his hips just a bit. As if on cue,
Yuuri's face went red and the music cut off instantly. He then fled, leaving Victor to consider what
had just happened.
And also to plan for later.
Victor took his time testing out his theory. Because if Yuuri was actually his soulmate, then Victor
got lucky.
So Victor found himself randomly thinking of the most erotic music that he had ever heard before,
all so he could test out whether or not Yuuri could hear what he was mentally singing. And every
time gave him some form of a reaction.
Although the most recent one was his favorite.
Yuuri had been attempting to perfect his triple axel, and had taken a break after two hours of
practicing. As he was drinking some water, Victor decided he was going to have a little fun, and
thought of another song.
Yuuri proceeded to choke on his water, blush an intriguing shade of pink, and not look Victor in
the eye for the rest of the day. It was great!
If that wasn't enough of an example, Victor didn't know what would be.
All he had to do was tell Yuuri that they were soulmates.
"Really?"
Victor nodded, though Yuuri wasn't to sure.
"Fine. I'm going to think of a song and I want you to repeat the lyrics."
A moment later, Victor opened his mouth and said, "Bakayaro, honto no jibun?"
The pronunciation wasn't that great, but it was exactly the song Yuuri had been thinking.
Fuck.
Well that was settled. "I'm not paying you a coaching fee," he decided.
Before Victor could comment, he was already speaking again. "You're the reason why my triple
axel was fucked and the cause of my sprained ankle at the Grand Prix, which lead to me being
unable to finish my performance. I was pissed at you for weeks. What possessed you to listen to
BABYMETAL of all things, at that time?"
Victor blinked, obviously astounded by Yuuri's words, not that he would take them back. He was
most likely going to fail anyway because of the nerves, but he could have at least failed while
finishing!
"I-I didn't mean to cause trouble," Victor murmured, clouded blue eyes, downcast.
Yuuri sighed. "Well, you owe me. Not to be my soulmate, because I've been desensitized to the
idea of soulmates. You owe me for the pain and embarrassment."
"I'm sorry."
The brunet looked away. He'd been incredibly angry at his soulmate for weeks following that
drama. What good reputation he'd managed to cultivate had been ruined, and Yuuri found himself
locked in a cramping Depression afterward.
He even thought of turning his soulmate away if he ever met them, simply because he was that
angry.
But now his soulmate was his idol. Someone he admired more than anything. And that made it
hard for him to reconcile his bitterness and his adoration. They were apparently for the same
person, so where did the two go from there?
Victor wasn't going to let this stop him. He could tell that Yuuri still liked him, but he could also
see that Yuuri was torn.
However, he did not deny Victor, and that was as good as acceptance in his book!
Victor Nikiforov never gave up on anything!
See ya! :D

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Songs:
1. "Cranes", Mark Bernes version. Марк Наумович Бернес, "Журавли".
2. "Lullaby of Takeda", The Red Birds version. Akai Tori, "Takeda no komoriuta". "竹田の子守
唄".
3. "Eye of the Tiger", by Survivor.
4. "1985", by Bowling for Soup.

5. "KARATE", by BABYMETAL. The one that fucked Yuuri's performance.
6. "Baby Don't Cut", by B-Mike.
7. "Sexy", by French Affair.
8. "Honto no Jibun", by Buono. ボーノ, "ホントのじぶん".
Chapter End Notes
Check out the music!

Lost in Translation
Chapter Summary
Soulmark AU where the name of your soulmate is on your wrist. Problem, the name
is in your soulmate's mother tongue.
Chapter Notes
I decided to have a take charge Yuuri in this.
Yuuri learns who his soulmate is first and resolves to meet Victor on equal footing, so
he's pretty shy if it's off the ice, but as a figure skater, he's a confident bundle of cute.
I feel like we need some naturally-confident Yuuri, AUs. Victor will be a big fan of
Yuuri's as well.
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

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勝生勇利
Viktor stared down at the pretty decoration on his inner wrist. It was small and spanned no more
than an inch of space. He didn't know how it was a name, and the strokes were far too close
together for him to see. Still, it was supposed to mean that he had a soulmate.
His grandfather had once told him that he was born without a soulmark. That for four years, he
and Victor's parents thought Victor wouldn't have a soulmate. They realized their error when the
mark appeared one day. They even marked it down just to be sure.
November twenty-ninth was the day Victor's soulmark appeared, therefore, if he wanted to know
who his soulmate was, he should keep an eye out for anyone four years younger than him, with a
birthday on the twenty-ninth of November. That was the best he could hope for, because no one
could translate his soulmark.
Still, Victor couldn't stop from smiling at the mark and tracing it every now and then. To find
some kind of strength in it.
At least it was pretty.
Никифоров Виктор
Yuuri smiled down at the little decoration on his skin. According to his parents, he'd been born
with it, meaning his soulmate was already alive. Which was pretty cool in his opinion.
He had no idea what it said, nor even how to go about getting a proper translation, but for the time
being, just seeing it was enough.
"Your soulmate is a foreigner!" Yuuko proclaimed one day when they were eight. Her eyes were
alight with inner fire and excitement, making Yuuri shrink away just a bit.
"It'll be a shocking, whirlwind romance! You won't know you're soulmates immediately, but that's
okay! They'll come in and sweep you off your feet and carry you away into the sunset!"
Yuuri sighed and simply let her envision whatever her mind was coming up with. He knew
arguing wasn't going to work out.
Nishigori scoffed and started to stretch, reminding Yuuri to do the same.
April twenty-eighth 2006, was one of the best days in Yuuri's life. Google Translate was available
to the world. And the day they came out with the written keyboard, was the day that Yuuri very
painstakingly drew the characters on his wrist, into his tablet.
He got an answer.
Yuuri promptly threw his tablet across the room and buried his face in his pillow in order to
scream.
Никифоров Виктор translated to Victor Nikiforov.
As in, Victor Nikiforov, the figure skater. The man that Yuuri admired most in the world. The
person he'd been crushing on for six years.
It wasn't fair!
Yuuri had seen enough scandals of people trying to claim that they were the man's soulmate, and
Victor would turn them all away. If Yuuri's assumptions were correct, then his name would be
written on the man's wrist, but in kanji.
Therefore, in order to get the man to recognize him as an equal - a real soulmate and not some
fraud - he needed to up his training. To get better and better so that maybe Victor Nikiforov would
see his official name and make the connection on his own.
With his goal in mind, Yuuri gave himself a firm nod. He needed to train a lot more.
He needed to be great.
Victor sipped his water lightly as Yakov went on and on about something trying.
"Apparently, the Japanese have a new threat."

Victor nearly scoffed at that. Just because there were other good figure skaters out there didn't
mean they were threats. They were competition. And if the competition was good, why should
Victor be bitter over it?
Yakov turned the laptop around so that Victor could gaze at whatever video he was staring at.
The boy was younger than Victor, shorter and thinner, but he was very… expressive.
And something that intrigued him most, were his step sequences.
"Who is his coach?" Victor asked, leaning forward with interest.
Yakov grunted. "He's gone through three and currently doesn't have one. According to the JSF,
he choreographs his own programs though, which is why he's popular in Asia right now. He's
'doing things differently'."
The pure disgust in the man's voice made Victor roll his eyes again. However, Victor himself was
busy staring at the strange young man whose feet worked like lightening on the ice.
Clicking on the side window, he slowed the performance down halfway and began from the
beginning, watching closely.
The boy was certainly daring, that was for certain.
He leaned down just a bit and leapt, performing a Triple Axel perfectly. His landing just as good
as the take off, and he immediately flowed into a lovely spin, displaying how limber he truly was.
Victor smiled. The commentary called the boy, 'Katuski Yuuri'.
"I like him," the Russian decided with a grin.
And he felt fired up now! Felt like he could slay any training today!
The video progressed, showing Yuuri accepting his gold medal and smiling shyly for the cameras.
Several times, national champion for Japan.
Perhaps they'd meet on the ice one day.
Victor would look forward to it.
Victor found himself following Katsuki Yuuri's performances after that, wanting to see what else
the boy could come up with on his own.
And then, one day, Victor was given a shock when he was informed that Katsuki Yuuri would be
performing in the same Grand Prix Final as he was, representing Japan.
"You crush him, Victor!" Yakov had told him.
Once again, he was ignored, because Victor was excited! He was finally going to see the other
man perform live!
He now had to train even harder than before!

Yuuri took deep breaths. Very deep and calming breaths. He was doing this for a reason. He was
breaking boundaries for a reason. He was taking those extras steps beyond his comfort zone in
order to meet his soulmate on equal footing.
This was what he'd wanted to do. And while the flashing lights and paparazzi were annoying, he
could handle them. So long as he remained pretty boring aside from the skating, then he didn't
have to worry all too much.
And he had an incredible support base back at home. Minako-sensei, his former ballet instructor,
was the most supportive. She flew out to anywhere he was in competition, got the best seat she
could, and would cheer herself hoarse.
Yuuko's dream of Yuuri's soulmate coming to Japan suddenly and sweeping him off his feet was
no longer possible. Because Yuuri didn't want to be swept away, he wanted to be acknowledged
as an equal, not some damsel in need of a hero. And this was the best way to do it.
Victor Nikiforov would look at Katsuki Yuuri as legitimate competition before Yuuri would even
dare to reveal their joint status.
He would have nothing else.
Victor was beaming. It had been years since a victory felt this good. And his smile wasn't the little
passive one that he usually gave to the press. This was actually filled with joy.
Honestly, it was the best competition he'd been in in such a long time, and he wanted to do it
again!
All thanks to the man standing to his right.
Victor had won the Sochi Grand Prix Final, though it wasn't without struggle. Because Katsuki
Yuuri had scored only .59 points below him!
Yuuri was holding up his silver medal, smiling calmly. The man even snatched a stuffed poodle
out of the air and grinned a little wider as he tucked it under his arm.
When the applause died down, Victor turned to the other man and beamed as brightly as he could.
"It's been a pleasure," he said in English, knowing the other was just as fluent.
Yuuri accepted his offered hand and smiled in return.
Cameras flashed insistently, and the two looked around, realizing that they weren't exactly in the
best place to talk.
"Shall we?" Victor asked, sweeping his arm in a great arc.
Yuuri rolled his eyes and took off first, allowing Victor to admire him from behind. And there was
much to admire.
At the press conference, Victor found himself seated to Yuuri's left, and grinned again. Yes, it was
the usual, but he liked it anyway. He'd never really admired a fellow skater enough to be this
excited to be near them!
Victor's eyes trailed to the monitor that was focusing on Yuuri's face. Beside it, listed his name.
The name Victor had come to learn, and then the properly written name in respect to his home
country.
A frown appeared suddenly, and Victor peered closer to the screen, the characters familiar.
Glancing down at his left wrist, he moved his wristlet aside and compared the characters.
It couldn't be. He paused to think about what he knew about Katsuki Yuuri. Twenty-three years
of age, born November twenty-ninth in 1993. Loved poodles and katsudon. Four time national
champion.
Head swiveling to look at Yuuri, Victor did something completely unethical.
He grabbed another man's hand while he was in the middle of answering a question.
Yuuri stopped speaking and turned to look at him. But Victor's eyes were trained on the small font
on Yuuri's inner wrist. He knew those words. He knew them well. They spelled out his name in
Russian.
And Victor's excitement had him committing one of the biggest faux pas of his career.
He launched his entire form at the younger man and wrapped himself around him almost
completely.
Yakov would kill him, but that was okay.
He just got the best gift ever!
Yuuri's flushed face was spread out for the entire world to see. As well as his and Victor's
soulmarks.
His plan had worked, though not to the effect that he had been hoping for. Still, it was nice to
know that he was at the very least accepted by his soulmate.
A man whom he greatly admired. And apparently, who greatly admired him in return.
Yuuri 'gave him inspiration' again, according to Victor. The thought made his heart beat incredibly
fast!
"Yuuri! Come on a date with me! Show me the sights!"
He had a feeling that he was going to be the responsible one in their relationship. The bouncing
Russian was simply too… excitable. He liked to have fun and be happy.
But that was okay. Yuuri thought it was cute.
See ya! :D
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Chapter End Notes
We need more confident Yuuri!

Spirit Guardian
Chapter Summary
This is a Victuuri AU in the Harry Potter universe, where certain cultures believe that
the Patronus(spirit guardian) can show you your soulmate if it matches another's
Patronus. Victor shares this belief because he has a mushy heart.
Chapter Notes
-No skating. But there is Quidditch.
-Fluff and feels. Cute shit.
-Check bottom note if you get confused.
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

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"We're hosting a few students from Koldovstoretz?"
Yuuri and Yuuko shared a look, finding the news to be interesting. Rarely did they ever get
visitors, and technically it would only the Americans or the English. So to get some visitors from a
non-English speaking region would be lovely.
Nishigori wasn't finished however. He pulled out a Quidditch magazine from seemingly nowhere
and shoved it in their faces. "Victor Nikiforov of the Ramenskoye Rarógs is coming personally!"
Yuuri's interest was caught immediately. He could tell that Yuuko was also ready to explode.
Victor Nikiforov was one of the best Quidditch players in the world and had been playing Seeker
for his team for five years! Ever since he joined the team, Russia had yet to lose a game. He'd
even lead his team to victory three years ago at the World Cup.
Yuuri himself was also a Quidditch player. He was Seeker for the Toyohashi Tengu. Had been
Seeker for the past three years.
Unlike certain countries, they were not the sort to raise their standards for Quidditch players. If the
person had the skill and their parents' permission, then they could join the team if they were
accepted. They didn't have to be a certain age to join. Skill, not age, dictated entry.
Yuuri was considered the top Seeker in the Asian continent. Victor was considered the top Seeker
in the European continent. Both of them would be sharing space for however long the
Koldovstoretz students remained.
What could happen?
Yuuko giggled. "I can't wait to go and tell everyone!"
Yuuri and Nishigori shared a look, but Yuuko was already gone.
Nishigori summoned his Tsunami and mounted it. "Alright Katsuki-san, there no time for playing
around. Let's train you up so if Nikiforov-san challenges you in any way, you can drill him into
the water on your own turf."
With a sigh, Yuuri hopped onto his Uzumaki and ascended into the stormy clouds.
Victor was so excited! Especially since unlike his classmates, he wasn't going to be using a
translation spell. He actually spoke Japanese, and English and Portuguese, not that those mattered
at the moment.
Getting the Highmistress to even agree to an exchange program had been hard, but in the end,
Victor had gotten what he wanted while letting the woman think she was benefitting more than
he. It was all a part of the plan!
Victor got to travel to a new country for free, experience the culture for free, and meet his favorite
Quidditch player for free!
Katsuki Yuuri had been on Victor's mind for the past two years, and next year, Japan would make
it to the World Cup where Russia would also be playing, and Victor could face the other in a real
match finally.
He was looking forward to it! Mahoutokoro was said to reside at the top of a volcano after all!
Yuuri always regretted being one of the top students, simply because the color of his robes made
him stand out. It was annoying.
Yes, gold was nice and it earned him a lot of respect as a top student, but too much attention made
him uncomfortable. He already had enough fans from being a Quidditch player and having a
cherry wood wand, he didn't need any more fame.
"They're here! They're here!" Yuuko yelled, smacking Yuuri's arm repeatedly in her excitement.
The skys were blue and cloudless for the first time in a long while. In the distance, they could see
that a large, red creature that had a very rough likeness to a dragon, or maybe a hydra, was flying
their way. Attached to it, were large golden reins that were being controlled by a very large man.
Probably a half-giant if Yuuri was to guess.
The carriage connected to the creature was enormous. The size of a house even. Yuuri was sure
that the inside was enchanted to make it even larger. It was lovely, decorated in shades of gold and
silver, with intricate carvings. It was like a miniature Western castle on wheels.
An entire strip of rock had been cleared at the top of the mountain, in order to allow them to land.
Yurri had a feeling that the landing would probably shake the foundations of the castle.
His assumption was proven to be correct. Also, the former idea turned out to be right, as about one
hundred students stepped out of the carriage. They all looked perfectly comfortable, and no one
seemed to be tired. Or irritable form long travel.
He could easily see Victor Nikiforov in the very front of the large group, smiling widely up at the
white jade castle that Yuuri currently called home.
Victor was as attractive in person as he was in his photographs. Yuuri couldn't help but sigh with
delight.
The grandmistress of Mahoutokoro stood front and center of her gathered students, her arms
folded as she bowed. The Highmistress of the other school, returned the respect given, and smiled.
The two clasped hands in greeting.
They were polar opposites.
Yagiri-O-Sensei was small and thin, with long black hair that she merely kept back in a top knot.
Her fringe was cut around her face perfectly, not one hair out of place. She was the no-nonsense
sort, but did have a soft side here and there. Her eyes were as black as the night.
The other woman, whom Yuuri was informed was named Zlata Petrova, was long. It was the only
way he could describe her. Not just tall. Every limb just seemed to be incredibly long. Her hair
was golden, and he couldn't see her eyes from his position, but he knew that they were light in
color, otherwise they would stand out more.
Yuuri was lined up with his friends and fellow schoolmates.
They made twenty lines of almost ten each, the best students taking the front position, so their
golden robes were perfectly on display.
It was always reputation first. Sometimes Yuuri just wanted to hide in a hole and sleep. Where no
one gave a shit about his reputation or skills. Just peace and quiet.
"Konnichiwa!"
Yuuri blinked and looked up, finding none other than Victor Nikiforov leaning over him.
Yuuri had been reclined on the grassy slope on the western side of the castle, in a small place he
liked to go when things became too loud. Sometimes it was hard to force himself to communicate
with people. He needed regular breaks from becoming overloaded far too quickly.
Only Yuuko knew about this place, but somehow Nikiforov-san had found it anyway.
"Hello," the smaller Seeker murmured carefully.
"I've been wanting to meet you for a long time, and now we can talk without being stalked!"
Victor plopped down on the grass right beside Yuuri, a grin on his attractive face.
Yuuri sat up then, looking the Russian over. His hair was grey. He'd actually been born with grey
hair, which wasn't that unusual in the wizarding world. Yuri's sister was part Metamorph and had
a purple streak in her hair when she was born. It happened.
Last time he'd seen her, she'd riddled her hair with blonde highlights because 'why not?'.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"Everything!"
He found himself bombarded with many questions in which he struggled to answer quickly so he
didn't forget the answer to the next question.
"Gold is a status symbol. It shows that you are at the top of your studies and magical prowess. It
usually takes until the second to last year to reach gold, especially for the hardworking students.
"The robes are enchanted to change color as you grow in magical ability. White is a shameful
color for those who betray the magical society of Japan.
"The volcanoes do erupt on a yearly basis, though not at the same time or in a specific order. We
are safe here, worry not.
"I do not have a girlfriend and I don't want one. Why do you need to know?"
Victor smiled. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. Despite the much lighter views here than in some other places - especially because of
soulmates and all - we aren't so open with relationships here. No one at the school would really
mind, but even opposite sex couples aren't overly affectionate in Japan's magical community.
That's a private thing. Usually. Circumstances depend."
Victor hummed. "I've had many girlfriends and boyfriends. They were kind of… lacking, I
guess."
"Are you looking for your soulmate?" asked Yuuri. "You do know that the chance of you actually
meeting your perfect match in incredibly low, right?"
"I know! But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up! Besides, I have a Patronus!"
"A what?"
Victor blinked. "We adapted the Latin version of the word. Hold on." The other stared off into the
distance for a moment, before his eyes lit up once again. "Shugo Seishin!"
Oh. In some magical communities, it was a belief that if two people had matching spirit guardians,
then they were soulmates. It was supposedly one of the ways that people could tell if they were
meant for each other. Another was sexual intercourse. Some other methods were wrong and not
legal in Japan.
He wouldn't even consider them.
"Do you have one?" asked Victor.
"No. That kind of magic is harder to do for those of us who've had relatively good lives. No joyful
memory we use is ever good enough."
Victor scoffed. "You don't need memories, you need emotion!" He stood then, clasping a hand
around Yuuri's arm and pulling him up as well. "I don't use memories because no memory will
last forever. But happiness can be eternal. Come, let us try now!"
Yuuri stuttered and tried to pull away, but Victor was insistent, pulling out his wand and taking a
familiar stance.
A few seconds later, a silvery figure leapt forth from the end of the wand, and galloped about the
small knoll that Yuuri loved sleeping on.
Victor's Shugo Seishin was an Abraxan. It was beautiful, with long wings that stretched out, and a
perfect main of silver hair.
"Abraxans stand for beauty and quiet strength, according to my people. I like to think that it holds
special meaning."
Victor gestured for Yuuri to come and try.
The brunet stepped forward, only to be drawn into a light embrace, where Victor gripped his
wand arm with one hand, and his hip with the other.
"You need to think of something happy. Something that could make you fly without magic even."
Yuuri shivered, but closed his eyes to concentrate anyway. His current predicament was nice
enough, and when he let his mind wander, it got even better.
Waving his wand and thinking really hard, Yuuri tried to cast the spell that had eluded him for so
long.
Opening his eyes, he could see a small funnel of silver sprouting from the tip of his wand. Nothing
grandiose or amazing, but for he who had never managed anything of the sort before, it was a big
deal.
Unable to help himself, he turned around and embraced the Russian in his excitement.
"All you need to do is detail the thought that made this possible," Victor whispered in his ear,
making Yuuri shiver again.
That thought probably shouldn't be publicized. Ever.
News spread fast that Victor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki were now friends. Where every one of
Yuuri's classmates expected a pompous ass who would start fights with their star Seeker, they
instead found a kind-hearted young man with a desire for happiness and peace.
Victor was a breath of fresh air. He also inspired many to step up their training. His presence made
them feel like they could accomplish anything. And with the way he spoke of never giving up and
always trying, Yuuri could understand their astonishment.
He was still shocked, and he was the one that Victor had chosen to spend time with the most.
Of course Victor brought his own friends into the fold as well. Yuuri's small group of friends got
on with Victor's friends well enough, and they had already made a study group that would go out
into one of the courtyards at lunch and do assignments together.
Yuuko was the leader of the study group, so to speak. She had the most efficient study methods
available and together, the groups helped one another excel.
Victor was very… clingy. He liked to touch and be touched. It seemed to be his thing, and Yuuri
had to get used to it because it happened all the time.
There was a running joke going around that Victor wanted Yuuri as a lover, but no one was
willing to say it to their faces. It was whispered in dark corners and among the most quiet places in
the castle.
Victor knew all about the rumors and he did absolutely nothing to quell them. Eventually, Yuuri
lost interest in starting arguments over it, so he just dropped it. If people wanted to think it, then
who was he to care? It wasn't like he and Victor were being disrespected. They didn't have
partners or anything so no one could really be offended.
Victor's arm was casually thrown around Yuuri's shoulders, the two were on their way toward the
stables where they and several others would be taking some of the Giant Storm Petrels out for a bit
of a fly. Usually they would be having Quidditch practice, but the skies were perfect, and
Nishigori preferred to train during terrifying storms. More work, he claimed.
Victor was excited because he'd never ridden a bird before.
"At my school, we have the Zmey. They are a relation to dragons, but aren't considered dragons
by most magical societies because they have multiple heads. Some of the mothers will let me near
their clutches, and some mothers let me play with their drakelings."
"Are they the same as the creature that carried your group here?" Yuuri asked, remembering the
large being.
"Exactly! We have many of them, but Rostislav is the largest and strongest. He doesn't let anyone
ride him however. Stubborn."
Yuuri smiled and thought of the creature that had managed to annoy the keeper of the stables.
He was apparently very picky on what he preferred to eat, which made feeding him difficult.
"I'm excited! Do you ride bareback?"
Yuuri face flamed. "Excuse me?"
"For the Petrels? Do you bridle them and have saddles of some sort or do you simply sit there?"
Victor clarified, his mind obviously not going where Yuuri's had.
With deep shame at his own lecherous mind, Yuuri responded in a positive. "We have saddles.
You'll see."
Yuuri endeavored to keep his mind clear for the rest of the day, even when Victor insisted they
share a bird. Even when they actually shared the seat. Even when he was forced to ride up front
because he was shorter and 'should be able to see everything too' according to Victor.
No, his mind did not wander once.
"Do you get snow around here during the Winter months?" Victor asked, curious about the
current climate and the fact that it was in the middle of November and the temperature hadn't
changed yet.
Yuuri, who was busy sipping from a cup of tea, froze for a second. "Naturally, the islands do not
get snow because the temperature stays around 22 °C year 'round. However, O-sensei takes ten
days in December where she influences the weather and the atmosphere, to force snow to fall.
"The mahounashi at the nearby military base haven't really noticed anything beyond the
suddenness coming in December. O-sensei doesn't keep the same dates every year, just so it can't
be tracked. So there will be snow, but only for a little while. She'll tell us when."
That was good. Victor loved the snow. "I hope it happens during my birthday."
"When's your birthday?"
"Christmas. When is yours?"
"The twenty-ninth of November."
Victor would have to get him something then.
He'd heard some students talking about being allowed to have pets, and Yuuri didn't have one at
the school. And Yuuri also liked poodles.
Victor's smile went wide.
He knew what to get Yuuri!
"Have you heard from Mari-chan lately?"
Yuuri shook his head. "She's been really busy and I don't want to get int he way."
At Victor's confused look, Yuuko explained. "She's Yuuri-kun's older sister. SHe's away on a job
right now, so she hasn't been home in a while."
"Oh."
Yuuri was smiling though. "She's out there being awesome, so I can't complain too much."
Victor got him a puppy! It was tiny and cute and he loved it!
He also decided to name it Victor, but called it Vic-chan when around others. Vic-chan came from
the same litter as Victor's own poodle, Makka-chin.
This made getting Victor a good gift even more important. He just didn't know what to get
someone who seemed to have everything already.
"I just want you to manage to create a Shugo Seishin. That's all I need."
And so Yuuri applied himself more fastidiously to training. If only to see Victor smile at him like
Yuuri lit up his world.
Unlike the westerners, the Japanese did not rely on words to convey their magic. Intent was the
most important thing, which was why only rituals needed words.
Yuuri meditated more than he ever had before. He studied carefully, and tried to find the amount
of happiness within himself in order to conjure a spirit guardian of his own.
Yagiri-O-sensei decided to surprise everyone directly on Christmas Eve, by beginning her ten
days of snowfall. The courtyards could be seen covered in couples rolling around in the snow and
having snowball fights.
Victor was obviously excited and had somehow gotten into Yuuri's dorm - someone probably let
him in - in order to wake him up early to 'go play'. Yuuri allowed himself to be convinced because
it was a special day and he wasn't going to ruin it for anyone. Let alone Victor.
"I learned that the Japanese don't really celebrate Christmas, but I wanted to get you a gift
anyway. It's outside. I was afraid of shrinking it, for fear of possibly ruining it."
Yuuri was dragged along to the common room where very few people resided. Most were reading
by the fireplace. The dormitory was rarely ever full on Christmas Eve. Romance was too busy
being spread to do anything else really.
"I was surprised not to see Yuuko-chan here! She's usually awake already!"
Yuuri yawned. "Yuuk-chan is a part of the Jizen group. She doesn't have early morning classes
today, so she'll be sleeping in for now. Nishigori-san is a part of the Yuuki group. He had to wake
up two hours ago for his classes. My group, Chugi, has no classes today."
"Interesting."
Victor pulled how in front of the fireplace and told him to wait. He then scampered off, leaving
Yuuri standing in his pajamas.
There were a few snickers that he chose to ignore because he did not want to feed into their ideas.
"Here it is!"
Victor reappeared with a large box floating in front of him. It was wrapped in black paper and was
sprinkled with glitter.
"Happy Christmas, Yuuri!" Victor exclaimed, throwing his arms around Yuuri and nuzzling his
face into the brunet's hair.
More snickers followed because Victor did not understand the significance of giving gifts on
Christmas Eve. Still Yuuri was touched and resolved to complete his spirit guardian training as
soon as possible.
With a wave of the hand, the wrapping vanished, leaving a simple, brown box and a lid. The lid
levitated off the gift and was dropped on the floor so that Yuuri could look inside.
"Yu-chan!"
Yuuri's mouth dropped open when his older sister popped out of the box to throw her arms around
his shoulders.
Mari's squad had been stationed over in Australia. They were supposed to be uncovering some
kind of dangerous creature in one of the Australian deserts, at the behest of the Australian
Ministry. Mari was a Magizoologist, and was considered one of the best in her field.
She had been gone for two years, and they'd only been able to Fire-Call one another a few times.
Letters were even less frequent.
Yuuri took comfort in the lingering smell of tobacco in her hair. She hadn't changed much, if at
all. A little older and a little scarred on the one arm, but she was still the same.
And Victor had somehow brought her here.

Yuuri couldn't help but send the other teen a grateful smile. This was the best gift he could have
ever gotten!
Victor wasn't expecting Yuuri to burst into his room. Rarely did the inhabitants of Mahoutokoro
venture inside their visitors' ship. But Yuuri looked insistent.
"Victor-kun, I wanted to give you a gift as well," said the other, slightly out of breath.
Before Victor could even ask, Yuuri lifted his wand and made a small, circular motion with it.
Immediately, a silver Abraxan shot forth, tiptoeing nearer to where Victor was seated in order to
headbutt him.
The Russian gaped for a moment, before leaping off his bed and capturing Yuuri into his arms,
kissing him soundly on the mouth.
From where they were peeking around the corner, Yuuko and Mari smiled.
"I don't think they understand that the guardian's only show who you love most. They don't
actually show soulmates," Mari murmured, a small frown in place.
Yuuko tsked. "It's adorable either way. And no one said soulmates have to get together anyhow."
"True. Hey look, they're tonguing now."
Yuuko giggled.
{6 Months Later}
"I want a good, clean game," the referee said sternly, eyeing up the players on both teams.
Victor and Yuuri shared a grin. There they both were, though it wasn't as if no one expected it.
The Quidditch World Cup was held in Germany this year, and Victor's team was up against
Yuuri's team, as many had predicted the former year.
Just because they were in a relationship, did not mean that they would not make each other work
for the victory. If anything, this would just push both of them on to try even harder!
The Seekers both shook hands for good showmanship, and even shared a wink between them.
The players hunched over their brooms, and when the whistle sounded, they took off amidst the
roars of the crowd.
Victor wouldn't trade this for the world.
See ya! :D
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Chapter End Notes
-So there was nothing about a Russian Quidditch Team, so I made one up. The place
is real though, and the Raróg is a Slavic myth. A fiery falcon that can turn into
whirlwinds.
-Mahoutokoro isn't expanded upon enough, so I don't know if they have Houses or
not. In my fic they don't. They have groups or teams. So, because Mahoutokoro
accepts ages 7 and up, I gave them groups instead of Houses. Each group celebrates a
particular trait that I think is important.
Jizen: Charity
Yuuki: Bravery
Chugi: Loyalty
Mahoutokoro actually does the robe thing. Beginners have pink robes that change
color the more you progress. Gold is the best. White stands for 'Betrayal' and is an
abomination.
The Japanese also favor Cherry wood made wands and it apparently earns you
respect if you have one.
The Russian school is a real school in the HP universe.
Mahoutokoro has the smallest student body out of all the magical schools.
Mahourotkoro is actually located on the island, Minami Iwo Jima.
Zmey are three headed dragons of Slavic folklore.
I don't think the Japanese would be using Latin based spells, so their Patroni(spirit
guardians) are called Shugo Seishin in my fic.
Seeking
Chapter Summary
AU where your soulmate's favorite flowers are tattooed on your body and when they
touch you, the flowers move as if called by them.
Chapter Notes
Some teasing in this. Sorry! ^-^
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

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"Come on Yuuri, just let me see!"
Yuuri absolutely refused to come out of the hot water, no matter how much Victor begged. On the
other side of the onsen, Yurio was rolling his eyes. Victor's antics were too much sometimes.
"You're embarrassed by your soulmark?" Victor asked, a pout in place.
Yuuri glared, making sure that his frustration was clear. Unable to help himself. "I'm not
embarrassed by the mark itself. It's where it's located that bothers me. Which is why I'm not
showing you."
Victor was still confused, but Yuuri could tell that Yurio got it immediately. The teen raised a
hand and said in a disgusted tone, "Keep it to yourself, piggy."
"Hm?" Victor murmured, looking back and forth between them. A light of understanding entered
his blue gaze and he beamed at Yuuri.
"Is it in a secret place?" he asked, voice practically caressing the words.
Yuuri flushed morbidly and sank further into the water, wanting it to swallow him up and never
spit him back out.
"Come on, Yuuri!" Victor prompted, grabbing his wet arm and pulling him up.
A tingled trailed up his skin and he could feel something warm and soft, almost like fingers,
trailing directly over his pubic bone and up his stomach. Up his chest and along his right arm.
Victor did not miss the very sudden trail of white flowers flowing across Yuuri's skin in order to
gather under his hand that was still connected to Yuuri's elbow.
Victor's blue eyes went wide immediately, and a slow grin worked its way onto his face. He took
up Yuuri's other hand and placed it on the center of his chest.
Slowly, ever so slowly, a small trail of red Bleeding Hearts flowed over Victor's shoulders and
traveled down to gather beneath Yuuri's now warm hand.
"Ugh, God!" Yurio hissed, breaking them from their little bubble.
The blond was standing and making his way toward the stairs. "I better not be hearing you two
fucking or I will tell everyone!"
Yuuri looked away, his face completely flushed in embarrassment. Not the best of places to
discover your soulmate. Or the best of situations really.
Victor seemed pleased though. His heavy lidded eyes fixed themselves onto Yuuri's shivering
form the moment Yurio was gone.
"So where exactly were the Edelweiss placed that was so embarrassing for you?"
It took a second to realize that Edelweiss was the name of the flowers that had been…
Yuuri looked very steadily at a large boulder in the distance, finding comfort in its stationary
existence. "They were wrapped around my… you know."
Victor shifted to the side, cutting off Yuuri's line of sight and forcing him to make eye contact
again. Victor's hand released Yuuri's, but Yuuri refused to be the first one to pull away, so his
own hand remained firmly in place on Victor's warm and sculpted chest. His stubbornness won
out.
That pale hand curled under Yuuri's chin, bringing Yuuri's face even closer to Victor's.
"I'm afraid I don't know," the Russian purred, a delighted look in his eyes.
The butterflies in Yuuri's stomach leaped at that look. A look that had never been sent Yuuri's
way before. Yuuri fidgeted.
"You know… they were down there."
"Down where, Yuuri?"
Annoyed with the teasing, Yuuri sent Victor a frustrated glare and said matter-of-factly, "Around
my cock, Victor. My cock was covered in flowers."
He had expected to be made fun of. He wasn't expecting Victor to release his arm suddenly and
dip his hand in the water in order to wrap it around… that.
Yuuri squeaked, feeling how soft Victor's hand was.
"They were wrapped around this, yes?" asked Victor, voice rough with his thick accent.
Biting his lip, Yuuri nodded shyly, trying to look anywhere but where Victor wanted him to look.
"I think we should take care of this, Yuuri. Hm?"
Flustered and completely shocked over the events of the past few minutes, Yuuri conceded with a
nod.
"Perfect!"
The groan that slipped past his lips was inappropriate and made him blush even more. His secret
pleasure. Whenever Victor's smooth voice so much as aimed a compliment in his direction.
Judging by the look in the other man's eye, he understand exactly what had just happened.
"Yuuri, would you like me to take care of you?"
He was giving Yuuri the chance to step aside. To stop it. Though Victor's hand was currently
wrapped snugly around his cock and it felt too nice to pass up. And how many times had he
dreamed of Victor in such a state before?
He gave a shy nod, and was surprised when Victor mostly pulled away.
"I think we'll be more comfortable in a bed, don't you agree, Yuuri?"
The brunet nodded, a little lightheaded.
He was promptly pulled from the onsen.
See ya! :D

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Transference
Chapter Summary
Soulmate AU where you can hear your soulmate's thoughts about/to you, but only
after they have laid eyes on you.
Chapter Notes
Naughtiness at the end. Let's just say that Yuuri is more open in the safety of his own
mind. He's a perv.
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
ENJOY!

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He's beautiful.
Victor started, looking around in shock. There was a voice, but no one was there but he and
Yakov. And Yakov's voice certainly wasn't that young or sweet sounding.
"Victor, keep going! Don't get distracted!"
He's the most beautiful person on the planet.
Once again, the voice and those words. Victor didn't know what was happening, but he was
going to find out.
When Victor Nikiforov wanted to know something, no one could keep it from him for too long!
Soulmates. It was a known thing among adults. Your soulmate's thoughts could be heard in your
own mind, so long as they were directed at you personally, or were about you. After they had
seen you of course.
So somehow, Victor's soulmate knew who he was in order to know that he was beautiful. Had
actually seen him before. Victor was certain he'd never seen his soulmate. Seventeen years and not
a thing to show for it, so obviously he was a little lost.
He's amazing.
Like he's floating on the ice.
His precision and his presence are breathtaking.
Random comments like that would drift through his mind during the day. His soulmate knew that
Victor was a figure skater and they appreciated more than just his looks. By the sound of their
voice, they were completely enamored by him.
Victor wished he could at least give his soulmate some reassurance that they were appreciated.
But he knew that was impossible until he saw them first.
The whole soulmate business was confusing. His thoughts about his soulmate wouldn't reach his
soulmate until he laid eyes on them. Strange.
How did people find out they were soulmates then? Did they just play 'guess my thoughts'?
Victor hadn't ever been the most subtle, though he did realize that sometimes he was far too blunt
for the tastes of some. Though they usually got over it or ignored it because he was an
international figure skating star.
Still, even Victor could tell immediately that he had probably just done something wrong. Though
he couldn't understand what.
But the boy looked sad. Victor didn't want him to be sad. That was why he'd offered to take a
photo for him.
He hoped he didn't offend the boy.
As if on cue, the boy's disappointed look morphed into confusion. Brown eyes hidden by hideous
glasses looked around, as if trying to find something. Eventually, the boy shook his head and
turned away, taking hold of his bag and walking off.
Something about that stuck in Victor's mind, and it wouldn't leave him alone.
He's different in person.
I expected something more than what I was seeing.
But apparently he's not that much different than other celebrities.
That sudden train of thoughts came out of nowhere, making Victor almost gape.
I guess this is what I get for trying.
Perhaps I shouldn't try anymore.
Go home, skate in my free time.
Give up on competition altogether.
It would be easier.
There were no more thoughts from his soulmate for the rest of the day. And Victor's mood took an
even deeper plunge.
Wow, he actually managed to pull it off.
It's only been a week since!
Yuuri shot right out of bed at that. There was the voice. A voice that seemed more masculine than
his own. Perhaps a little older. Though he couldn't tell if there was an accent.
His sister had told him all about it. His soulmate's thoughts to and about him would be heard in his
mind the moment the other laid eyes on Yuuri.
Ever since he was little, Yuuri had hoped that he would have a soulmate, but nothing had ever
come to him. His mind was silent. And then, on the day he'd failed in the most spectacular of
ways, something sounded within his mind, ringing just a little bit.
That small bit was enough to lift his spirits just a tad. He had a soulmate. Katsuki Yuuri actually
had a perfect match out there somewhere.
Not even at the height of physical fitness and he managed to replicate the routine almost
perfectly.
Yuuri buried his face in his pillow. His soulmate was watching him skate Victor Nikiforov's
recent winning FS program.
Needs to work on his landing the jumps, but otherwise good.
Very good.
Yuuri screamed into his pillow. The pure amazement in their tone made him want to wiggle a bit.
Despite being completely against the posting of the video, it was nice to know that people actually
liked it.
Perhaps he shouldn't give up competitions after all.
Why did someone that perfect have to be created?
It's not fair.
Look at him, with his sexy, silver hair and amazing blue eyes.
I'd like to lick him.
Or fuck him.
That would be nice too.
Victor flushed just the tiniest bit as his plane ride was filled with very suggestive thoughts all about
him. At least his soulmate thought that he was attractive!
It happened on the plan, on the ride to Yu-Topia Akatsuki, and even when he was in the onsen.
Except, things sort of changed about half about hour in. The water was still nice and hot, the
atmosphere was calming. But his soulmate's thoughts turned from quiet ruminations, to a sudden
atmosphere was calming. But his soulmate's thoughts turned from quiet ruminations, to a sudden
mess.
Makkachin?
WHAT?!
WHY WOULD HE BE HERE?!
NO WAY!
A few seconds later, a door was thrown open and one Katsuki Yuuri rushed into the room. His
jaw firmly dropped upon seeing Victor resting in the water.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Dear God, Victor Nikiforov is naked in my family's onsen!
This is not how the dream usually pans out!
OH, GOD!
Victor paused for just a brief moment, interest suddenly spiked. The fun he could have with this, if
what he thought was correct.
Standing, Victor decided to test his theory.
"Hello, Yuuri!"
I bet he'd look lovely, bent over.
Yuuri was assaulted too soon. From Victor Nikiforov sitting in the onsen naked, and greeting him,
to his soulmate suddenly thinking about him in what he was certain weren't completely innocent
thoughts.
Face red and feeling completely unprepared, Yuuri did the only thing he could think of.
Squeak and flee.
He never noticed the smirk on the other man's face as he left.
He probably would have expected something more had he seen it.
Victor never expected that his soulmate would end up being the only person in the last two years,
to bring any inspiration for skating to him. Though he wasn't complaining because Katsuki Yuuri
was adorable! Also, Victor found himself strangely attracted to the younger man.
His soulmate was so innocent in body, though in mind he was free to be himself. However, Yuuri
did not know that Victor was his soulmate, so all the very sexual thoughts he had about his idol,
were not as secret as he thought they were. And Yuuri could get graphic at the worst of moments!
So in retaliation, Victor decided he was going to pay his dear Yuuri back. It wouldn't harm
anyone, and witnessing his cute reactions would be fascinating.
Victor started off lightly though. He never once thought of something so daring during practice.
Mostly because he didn't want Yuuri to hurt himself because he lost control and fell. Victor knew
how to plan after all.
No, later at night, or sometimes when he was in the onsen. He would surprise Yuuri with early
morning praises and observations about him.
During the day, Yuuri and Victor kept a clean record of Yuuri's progress, Victor's Instagram
blown up with photos of both he and Yuuri. He was certain that Yuuri hadn't noticed that minute
detail however. He would eventually though, so it was okay.
As Victor was practically keeping the world up to date on Yuuri's progress, it wouldn't be so
strange that Yuuri's 'unknown' soulmate was admiring him. Though to be honest, Victor admired
him when he was a little overweight, and admired him now, at a more slimmed down figure.
Yuuri was simply a bundle of cute.
Victor watched as Yuuri stiffened for the umpteenth time that day. The younger skater looked
around a bit, his gaze landing on Victor. Victor made especially sure to mentally detail exactly
what he wanted to do to Yuuri, and delighted in his Kobuta-chan's flustered face!
I want to do so many bad things to him.
Yuuri shivered as the thoughts started up once again. It was as if his soulmate could not stop
fantasizing about him of all people, and Yuuri was properly frustrated because of it.
It was hard to get a good night of sleep when he was so turned on that he couldn't actually rest.
When he had to take a shower in the middle of the night in order to take care of his problems.
When his body throbbed with desire at the absolutely filthy things his soulmate was thinking about
him at the most inappropriate times of day! And Yuuri was just as guilty for secretly enjoying it.
With a sigh, he sat up and decided to go and have a late night bath. If only to try to calm down
some. He was too riled up. Far too frazzled to handle this right now. Maybe he could deal with it
later.
Of course, Yuuri couldn't just tiptoe past Victor's room could he? It was never that simple. The
floor decided that it was going to creak unbearably loudly as he walked by, alerting the man
within that someone was outside. And of course Victor was up this late.
Why would he ever need sleep?
"Yuuri," the man began, lacking any honorifics as usual, "what are you doing this late?"
"Bath."
"Oooh! I'll come too!"
Noooooooooo! Oh God, no!
He wanted to say something. To pretest Victor's need to invite himself everywhere. But then
again, he liked Victor and he wasn't sure of how to word the fact that he wanted some alone time
with himself. So Yuuri kept his mouth shut and let the man tag along.
If only to see his perfect body on display.

That was a good reward for silence. That perfectly toned body.
There was a smile on Victor's face. It sent shivers down Yuuri's spine.
He resolutely did not look in the other's direction when they stripped down. He refused to even
consider the fact that they would be bathing together. Usually, Yuuri bathed as soon as he got
home in order to avoid being alone with Victor too much. He might start enjoying it a lot more
than he should after all.
The moan that came from Victor's mouth, when he reclined against a large boulder in the onsen,
ruffled Yuuri's hair.
Speaking of eros.
Was it natural for twenty-three - nearly twenty-four - year old men to be thinking about sex so
often? He wasn't a teenager. He shouldn't be so easily aroused!
He needed to get laid so badly.
Maybe it would calm him down. Maybe a few rounds would cool him off.
"Yuuri, you look a little tense."
Did he? He hadn't noticed!
"I'm fine."
Just fine.
Victor tsked and waded closer, his eyes alight with mischief and something that Yuuri was not
willing to convince himself was real. It couldn't be after all. Right?
"Allow me to help you."
Victor took hold of his shoulders and turned him around. Yuuri would have protested, had Victor
not started to massage the tight muscles with what should be illegal fingers. His answering groan
was full of appreciation and slight pain.
"You need to take care of yourself, Yuuri," Victor said, voice low as it whispered across Yuuri's
damp ear.
Let me take care of you, Yuuri.
It took far too long for him to realize that Victor had not said the second sentence. Yuuri would
have felt his breath if he had. But the voice in his mind sounded exactly like Victor.
It's okay. I will take good care of you, Yuuri.
You want this.
You've thought about it for years and years.
Victor stepped even closer then, molding himself to Yuuri's back, making Yuuri's breath catch.
They were naked in the onsen, pressed up against one another. Victor's mouth was doing
unspeakable things to Yuuri's neck, and a very solid insistence of his intentions was pressed
between Yuuri's thighs.
"Will you let me care for you, Yuuri? Like you always wanted?"
"Oh, God, you're my-my-"
"Mmmmm."
Victor's hands mapped out the flesh of Yuuri's shoulders and arms, reaching around him in order
to herd him against a nearby boulder, trapping Yuuri within the cage of his pale arms. Yuuri's
slightly tanned skin was such a large contrast from Victor's milky complexion. The juxtaposition
was nice, he realized. Attractive.
"Yuuri," Victor hummed a moment later, capturing his attention to the present once again.
He could focus on the morbidity of how Victor was his soulmate, for another time. Because at
present, he was being offered something he had only ever dreamed of having. Passing this up
would be foolish. And wasn't he just complaining about needing sex?
Feeling daring, and a little desirable - because Victor's interest was poking his thigh very
obviously, telling him how aroused the other man was - Yuuri leaned into the embrace and
reached a hand back to boldly fondle Victor's toned ass.
"Yes."
Victor wasted no time. His hands dove beneath the water, trailing along Yuuri's sides and
caressing the flat plains of his stomach. While flat once again, Yuuri had tiny stretch marks that
were finally changing color. No longer the harsh red they were in the beginning.
He hoped that Victor didn't mind them.
"Shh, I adore every inch of you, Yuuri."
Right. Telepathy between soulmates. Shit. What sort of dirty thoughts did he have about Victor?
A lot.
"I was particularly fond of the desire to 'ride me like a stallion', as I believe you phrased it."
Yuuri moaned, the idea combined with the pleasure of Victor's hands trailing impossibly lower,
stroking his shaft with surety. Victor knew what he wanted. Yuuri needed to stop thinking and
just feel.
Turning, he cut the other man's explorations off in order to even the playing field. While getting
felt up was lovely, Yuuri had always wanted to touch Victor. Touch in a way he'd touched no one
else before.
So Yuuri placed both hands on the Russian's chest, feeling the muscles tense slightly, before
relaxing. He rubbed up and down, enjoying how Victor's chest rumbled in response.
Their foreheads met, eye contact intense. Victor was obviously aroused, his eyes dilated for Yuuri.
Blue almost eclipsed by black. Yuuri was certain his own eyes were in the same state.
"May I kiss you, Yuuri?"
He huffed a small laugh. "I let you grope me, and you're asking for a kiss?"
"A kiss can be the most intimate of practices."

"A kiss can be the most intimate of practices."
True.
"Kiss me, Victor."
Victor did. Oh did Victor do it, with precision and skill that had Yuuri breathless with desire.
There was kissing, and then there was kissing.
Victor was obviously proficient in the latter. He swept Yuuri into his arms, one hand pushing
against his lower back into order to grind their bodies against one another, while the other gripped
Yuuri's wet hair in a tight fist.
It might as well have been a possession for all the claiming that Victor was doing. And Yuuri
wanted more of it, undulating against his soon-to-be-lover with insistent motions.
"I need you to fuck me," Yuuri murmured when they pulled apart for a quickly breath. For some
reason, it was like breathing through the nostrils escaped them. As if the body could not handle
doing that and kissing at the same time.
Victor hummed, and the did the unthinkable. He pulled away.
"Not in the onsen. Other people use this. Come to my room."
Yuuri went willingly.
Yuuri's moans were like music to Victor's ears. He'd been thinking about just what Yuuri would
look like when in the throes of passion and desire, and he was finally witnessing it. Finally seeing
that side that the other kept from the world.
A side that would continue to be kept from the world because Victor did not want to share his
soulmate with anyone. Yuuri was special and should be cherished.
And that was just what Victor did, his mouth leaving bright purple marks on Yuuri's body, to let
others know that Yuuri had been taken in many ways.
Those thin arms were wrapped around his shoulders, nails clutching at sweat slicked skin, and
moans loud enough to wake the dead echoed in his ear.
Victor very much liked this turn out, and resolved to push Yuuri over the edge for a third time.
After all, the night was still very young.
"Oh, you dick!" the younger man gasped as particularly hard thrust.
"Louder, love, Russia has not heard you," he teased.
"When I fuck you later, you won't be saying the same, believe me."
He did. Victor really did.
He also looked forward to it.

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Two-Toned Pt.I
Chapter Summary
Color AU where soulmates will have either each other's eye or hair colors, for a two-
toned effect. Some are even more lucky to have both.
Chapter Notes
AU. Does not follow canon at all.
This will definitely have a sequel chapter. Teen Victuuri for the win!
Also, there's this write on FF.net, named KCRose17. She has been attacking all the
Victuri oneshot writers and demanding they take their works down until they add
more. Telling them their stories aren't good unless they add more words or get a
beta(this bitch is shit at writing and refuses to get a beta but demands others do?).
Claims to find flaws but 'can't remember where they are'. I reported her after the tenth
fic she insulted and she's gotten bitchy.
A/N: Hello, people!
I have no beta.
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Katsuki Yuuri was born with a full head of hair. The first child in his family actually. However,
what shocked everyone the most, was that Yuuri's hair was half black and half silver. They would
have called it grey, but it shined far too much in the light to be a dull shade of grey.
The part was directly down the center of his head. The little boy was absolutely precious.
Of course they learned that the traits he shared with his soulmate, went a lot farther than just hair.
Most couples shared hair color or eye color. Rarely did couples share more than one eccentricity
between them. However, their darling Yuuri's left eye went dark by his eighth month out of the
womb, and his right eye lightened into a brighter shade of blue.
Yuuri's unique coloring had brought much attention upon the family, where people wanted to visit
to get a good look at the child that would surely find his soulmate much easier. After all,
silver/black hair and blue/hazel eyes were a large sign. What were the chances that a lot of people
on the planet would share the same coloring?
Yuuri grew up being surrounded by old folks who looked to him as a sort of symbol of hope. He
never understood what his special colors had to do with hope, but he let them pinch his cheeks
and coo over how adorable he was. He didn't want to be rude.
There were always those choice few who did not care all too much. His friend Yuuko and her
friend/soulmate Takeshi. Though Takeshi was a bit mean sometimes, Yuuri wasn't sure how to
categorize him yet.
Yuuri's ballet instructor, Minako, liked his colors, but was more focused on his ballet skill and
flexibility.
His parents and sister adored his colors.
"Come skating with us!" Yuuko had insisted.
Yuuko was older than him by about three years, but for some reason she did not mind him as a
friend, despite the crush he had on her. She thought he was 'sweet'. Takeshi didn't feel threatened
because he and Yuuko's hair were a very obvious sign that they were soulmates. There was no
contest for either of them.
Not that Yuuri had the courage for that anyway.
"What if I'm bad at it?" he asked, sipping the rest of his juice up until the straw only caught air.
"No one is perfect immediately," Takeshi scoffed. "You gotta practice to get good. Just come on!"
Yuuri went.
And he found a love he never thought he'd have.
Minako-sensei supported the shift in his passions and still trained him. Because figure skaters often
took gymnastics or ballet classes anyway, because keeping fit and limber was the objective in
order to accomplish the rigorous training necessary for skating.
Yuuri loved it.
He wouldn't give it up for anything.
"Yuuri, I found a new skater to love and he looks like you!"
The small boy winced at how loud Yuuko was being despite standing right next to him. Takeshi
was following not too far behind her, the look on his face was priceless.
Yuuko brandished a magazine in his face. "His name is Victor Nikiforov and he is an up and
coming Russian prodigy! Look at him!"
Yuuri leaned in closer and adjusted his glasses a bit in order see the photo clearer. His mouth
promptly dropped.
This Victor Nikiforov had silver and black two-toned hair, and his eyes… they were hazel and
blue. Like Yuuri's were.
"He has to be your soulmate!"

Yuuri was already denying it because it just couldn't be true, right? Not someone like that.
"Don't give up, Yuuri!" said Yuuko, unnaturally excited. "We just need to draw in his attention."
"What?"
She said nothing more on the subject. That didn't lower his worries.
Yuuko was evil when she got ideas.
Years. Years and years of practicing had lead to Yuuri doing something at the behest of Yuuko.
He entered the Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu Championship for Junior Figure skaters.
She had insisted, telling him that he was incredibly talented and that he needed to express himself.
That defeating the competition would give him the confidence he needed to perform even better
than he already was.
Yuuri simply wanted to skate. He was confident in his skills at present, but against others his age
or older? He wasn't so certain.
"It'll be fine!" she assured him. "Your steps and spins are really good. And your footwork is fast
too, so you can probably get more in with that!"
"Yeah, but my jumps need work."
"What you need to do, is stop doubting yourself," Takeshi said with a frown. "You're always
sitting there, worrying about how you'll do instead of just feeling the music. Ever notice how
when you pay attention to the performance and not your worries, you never mess up?"
Yes, he had.
"Just get lost in the music like you do at Ice Castle. And do Hasetsu proud."
Yuuri hadn't heard anything so amazing come from Takeshi before, and he couldn't help but hug
the older teen.
"Okay, okay. Get off so you can go train!"
Yuuri's parents had hired a coach for him. A coach who was very demanding in Yuuri's opinion.
But she got along well with Minako-sensei. In fact, Yuuri was certain they were soulmates,
though they weren't saying anything.
If they chose to remain quiet about it, he would do the same. Out of respect.
However, he now had two trainers to hound him and keep him on a tight schedule. Refining the
skills he was already good at and perfecting his leaps.
Yuuri was never more proud of his history in ballet than he was when practicing his skating. If
only because it gave him an easier time on the ice and he didn't pull any muscles, which was a
blessing according to Yuuko and Takeshi.
"Raise your leg higher!" Tsubaki-sensei ordered. "Your leg must extend above your own hip in
order to be considered a legitimate spiral."
Yuuri nodded and lifted his leg even higher, using the barre to judge height without placing any of
his weight on it. Slowly, he crouched, struggling to keep his free leg aloft while his other
continued to bend into an almost squat.
Yuuri held the position for ten seconds, and switched legs.
"That kid is a wonder," he heard Minako-sensei murmur. "Doesn't whine and just does it, though
I don't remember teaching him that."
"Perhaps it's to challenge himself further."
It was.
"Okay, Yuuri. You are the youngest competitor here. That means there will be a lot of stress on
you. But you will not fail. You will focus on your love of skating and you will demonstrate what
some of these other skaters need to see. That life isn't always about perfection, and that enjoying
what you love is perfectly okay as well."
Yuuri nodded.
Yuuri was among seven male skaters to compete in the competition. Already he'd gotten
comments about his hair and eyes. Some thought it was cool, others thought it was weird.
Someone suggested he dye his hair, to which he promptly ignored them from that point onward.
His hair was lovely as it was after all.
When his name was called, Yuuri reached into the bag and was relieved to find himself going last.
It meant that he wouldn't be sitting there, worried over whether or not someone was going to get a
higher score than he. He would already know everyone else's scores, so he wouldn't have to think
about it too much.
Of course the competition was fierce in its own way. Sixteen through nineteen year olds sending
glares at one another. Many of them resorting to baby talking him because he was only fourteen.
Not that he really cared all that much. If they were going to doubt his skill because of age alone,
then that was on them.
Minako-sensei believed in him. Tsubaki-sensei believed in him. His family believed in him.
Yuuko and Takeshi believed in him. All of Hasetsu believed in him! He wasn't going to lose!
"Don't be nervous," Tsubaki-sensei assured him, her dark blue eyes serious. "Your Short Program
is fresh and reflects your personality amazingly. Spontaneous and full of energy. You will no
doubt have this particular part in the bag. So focus on the music only, okay?"
He nodded.
The announcer called his name, and Yuuri took a deep breath, feeling those small butterflies
scatter instantly. He was ready. He was going to do great!
Stepping onto the ice, Yuuri bowed his head toward the spectators and took his position at the
center of the rink. This rink was much larger than the one at Ice Castle, but Yuuri was certain he
could work around that. After all, his coach had called him 'unique'. She said that the world of
skating could use an example like him, and while he didn't fully understand, he wanted to be the
example she thought him to be.
Yuuri's flexibility proved to be an asset. He was thankful that Minako-sensei insisted on those
horrible stretches for the past ten years. They paid off, especially during spirals and spins.
Yuuri paid the commentators no mind. He was simply allowing the beautiful music help him tell
the story. A story of discovering one's own strength. Tsubaki-sensei had said that it was a good
program for him. It allowed him to showcase his talents most, while demonstrating his stamina.
She'd helped him work out the kinks, and only agreed to give him the jumps in the latter half of
the program when he proved that he could do them many times in a row.
Yuuri had stamina.
Spreading his arms out, Yuuri's torso bent forward as his left leg swung up from behind, passing
out his hip as well as his own head. Yuuri's spine was arched forward so that his torso was at a
forty-five degree angle to his right leg. His left leg was pointing straight up.
He could feel his muscles tightening.
He held the position of seven seconds, and slowly lowered his leg, aware that he'd done what
most male figure skaters struggled with. Spirals weren't required in their programs, and most didn't
have the flexibility necessary to pull them off properly.
Yuuri was different.
His ballet instructor was also evil.
Yuuri didn't slow down from there, twisting around and using the next few steps to gain a good
amount of speed.
He went for a double axel and landed it. That was then followed by a Biellmann Spin, his left leg
almost stretched straight, his back curved as he spun around.
Yuuri's Short Program ended with a simple layback and cheeky smile at the judges when he
stopped suddenly, legs perfectly straight and his arms crossed as if he'd just been standing the
whole time.
And to be honest, he was only slightly winded. Short Programs were easy. Free Skating was
where the true challenge lie.
But he was excited for it!
Yuuri's score ended up being a 98.94, and Tsubaki-sensei about squealed his ear off. He could
only imagine Yuuko's reaction.
He had the top score in the Short Program.
Yuuri ended up winning the competition with a combined score of 238.12. His Free Skate had
come out to 139.18, which was good according to Tsubaki-sensei. Combined, it was the third
highest score for a Junior Skater.
That made him want to break the record so badly!
But one thing at a time of course.
He'd have to do a lot more practicing, because while he managed a triple axel in his Free Skate,
his landing was just a bit off, and he knew that the rest of his jumps needed work.
Still, this was good. This was progress.
And Yuuko's prediction that it would boost his confidence in himself and his performance, was
spot on.
He shouldn't have doubted her for a moment.
Yuuri competed in a few more competitions - where he won both silver and gold - before he was
suddenly told that he'd received an invitation to compete in the Japan Junior Championships.
Tsubaki-sensei broke out the hell then. What he thought was difficult and grueling training before,
suddenly became a lot harder. The woman had demands, and neither she or Minako-sensei were
going to go easy on him.
He might have cried a few times, and also may have soaked in the onsen for far longer than
necessary, but Yuuri felt it was worth it.
There was something about skating that just took his breath away. Besides the rigorous exercise
involved of course.
They gave him such demanding work because they felt that he could handle it. It was that sort of
faith that helped him push himself onward, beyond pained feet, and throbbing body parts after
falls.
Yuuri 'had the potential'. He just needed to see it through.
Victor Nikiforov hadn't considered much beyond his chosen sport. In life, things were relatively
nice and easy for him. He didn't have struggles or worries. Life was good.
He had friends, he had family, he had a soulmate, and he had talent. So what was there to really
worry about?
"There are two Japanese Juniors competing this year," he heard Yakov say. "These past few years
they've have some talented young men competing, so we need to keep our eyes on them."
Interested, Victor tiptoed on over to where Yakov was sitting, discussing the upcoming World
Junior Championships with his younger skaters.
"There is Yuuri Katsuki, the one the Japanese are currently excited about. And the Hanzu
Kishimoto. Kishimoto is eighteen, Katsuki just turned fifteen."
"They chose a fifteen year old to represent them?" Victor asked interested immediately. Such a
daring move was rarely heard of.
Yakov merely grunted.
Zlata, a sixteen year old ice dancer, was fiddling with her laptop. She squealed so suddenly that it
caused both males to jump a bit. "He looks like Victor!"
Victor grabbed the laptop then, and found himself staring at what could be his Japanese
doppleganger. Katsuki Yuuri's hair looked just like Victor's did, except shorter. His eyes were
different colors just like Victor's were. And Victor could that it wasn't because of contacts. The
blue eye had a green ring around the middle, like Victor's. Something that couldn't be replicated
by current contact lenses.
"Your soulmate is a figure skater too!" Zlata screeched, clapping her hands excitedly. "You're
literally perfect for each other!" Her eyes were distant with no doubt romantic scenarios.
Victor had already clicked on the skater's name, interested in learning whatever he could about
them.
He did the math from the birthday, and found that the day his eye and hair changed colors,
matched with the other's date of birth.
Yuuri Katsuki had won Silver at the Japan Junior Championships. He'd been only .07 away from
the gold medalist, which was impressive. Also, he'd managed to set several personal high scores
as well as take third place overall in the Junior Short Program Scoring.
His info bar listed him as a ballet dancer first and foremost, his instructor of eleven years was listed
beside him. Then he was listed as a figure skater, with only five years of experience, and his
coach, who had only been coaching him for about a year now, was also listed.
There were screenshots of photos of Katsuki Yuuri from the paper, and various photos of
sightings of him around his home town of Hasetsu, where the locals referred to him as a 'miracle
child' for his two-toned qualities.
Katsuki Yuuri owned a pet poodle that was nicknamed Vic. He liked to eat Katsudon. He skated
primarily at Ice Castle Hasetsu, which was less than a quarter of a mile from his home. It was
owned by a friend's family and he skated for free whenever he liked.
Yuuri was single at present, loved the color silver, and hated those who quit without trying.
And Victor… Victor was taken.
"I want to meet him!"
Yakov's yelling was ignored at Victor pranced out the door.
"Yuu-kun, there is someone here to see you!"
Yuuri just barely caught himself. He'd almost tried for a triple axel and just managed to stop
himself. He would have fallen most likely. Could have hurt himself terribly as well.
When he looked up, his line of vision was caught on one particular person. Not Yuuko, who was
standing right beside them. Not Takeshi, who was openly gaping a few feet away from them. No,
his eyes were settled on that person.
A person who should not be in Ice Castle of all places.
A blinding smile was sent in his direction, teeth whiter than any white Yuuri had ever seen.
"Hello, Yuuri! I'm Victor Nikiforov, and I would like to get to know you better!"
His heart may have exploded.

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It seemed he was finished.

Both affected a performance.

Foolishness on his part.

With interest peaked, Victor turned back to the video.

And Victor was suddenly filled with an idea.

And now this was happening.

Mari's jaw dropped and Minako-sensei squealed just a bit.

"Have you said anything yet?"

"It's nothing that probably hasn't been said to him before."

Yuuri wanted to die! No finesse!

It's nothing that probably hasn't been said to him before.

And maybe less 5 kilometer races.

Something about Victor was infectious.

But it was fun surprisingly.

Yet it didn't feel so awkward with Victor.

"Yuuri! Takes a photo with me and the statue!"

One that Minako-sensei had agreed to help him with.

"Which side is your best?" Victor asked as he pulled up the camera.

And Victor leaned in again.

"I was hoping we could take this to another level."

"What about your soulmate?"

"You have us. Or should I say me?"

"Neither could you, Victor."

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For all he knew, Victor’s clock would never count down.

The thought hurt.

He chose to try and ignore it.

He was surprisingly pleased by the revelation. Yuuri was his.

Victor winced, and an awkward silence filled the rink.

Victor’s answering grin was enough for him.

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And he didn't like that fact.

And there his soulmate was, skating as if he was Victor himself.

That had to demonstrate just what Yuuri was capable of.

He gladly welcomed the darkness once again.

"You're his soulmate, right?"

He'd have to make it up to him. Somehow.

"Why do you want to coach me?"

"You're not old!" protested Yuuri, feeling annoyed.

"Then we get to know one another. Hm?"

Progress in such a short span of time already.

Victor would be the best soulmate ever.

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