Viktor’s life felt stagnant and empty, like some important piece of it was missing. That is, until he ran into a 3-year-old Japanese boy. Literally. Abandoned in St. Petersburg with only a note and the pack on his back, Viktor finds himself taking little Yuuri into his life. Winning a gold medal? That’s easy. Raising a kid? Now that’s another story.
Throughout all the chaos, Viktor learns a little about life, Yuuri learns a little about love, and together, they both learn a little about home.
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23 Jul 2017
♅ ''i have the ability to control the will of others, yuuri. and...and i hate it,,
//Allodoxaphobia. Noun. A fear of other people's opinions//
Yuuri can't face the world, he's not ready, not yet. But, there's no avoiding life. Yuuri must fight his way through the crowds with nothing to help him. Viktor's life is almost the perfect opposite, living in riches with a stable job and power that lets him bend anyone's will to what he wants. Together, they make a great pairing, but being together is the problem... ♅
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27 May 2017
Yuri Plisetsky hits puberty. Puberty hits back.
Post season one, this story is a companion to the other stories in the series, and fleshes out details that the Yuuri and Victor POV misses.
The wedding was every bit the romantic shitshow Yuri had expected it to be. The audience was small, but the magazine people had managed to pull out every bit of dramatic whimsy possible for something done on such short notice.
There was a fucking ice swan.
“There’s a fucking ice swan,” Yuri muttered to Otabek, as they waited in the rink for the ceremony to start.
Complete! This should be read alongside parts 4 and 5 of the series.
- Part 6 of Translations on Ice
Moving is always a little strange. Moving to a possibly hostile country while training hard and preparing for a wedding in less than three weeks? Might not be the best idea they've ever had, but it's better than the alternatives.
Victor looked around and said, “I think I want to go home now.”
“I thought we were going to spend some time in the ballet studio?” Yuuri asked.
“Only if I can kiss you somewhere,” Victor said.
“God, gross,” Yuri said, coming up behind them. “Get a broom closet.”
Victor turned to Yuri, seized his shoulders, gave him a peck on each cheek and said, “You’re brilliant, Yurochka.”
“Gah, fuck off. Ugh, no, on second thought… Just… GO. Minako is expecting you though. And Lilia. Both of them.” Yuri sighed. “You all deserve each other."
Finished! Chapter 1 is story/series notes because I'm Wordy McWorderson.
Please read the whole series, these stories are deeply connected to each other.
- Part 5 of Translations on Ice
Victor stood, watching Yuuri as he climbed into the tub. “You take my breath away.”
Yuuri looked around, confused, and then sank down into the hot water.
“The lines of your muscles as you move,” Victor explained, taking off his own shirt. “The curve of your ass. Your neck. Your shoulders. The tiny silver lines on your sides. The way your hair has a mind of its own.” He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. “The way your cheeks turn pink and I don’t know if it’s because of the bath or because we’re naked or because I’m saying nice things about you.”
He stepped into the tub, and drifted over to wrap himself loosely around Yuuri. “The fact that I get to do this and you don’t pull away. It’s amazing I still breathe at all.”
-- Yuuri and Victor come back to Japan to a flurry of media and sponsorship offers, in time for the Japan on Ice exhibition.
Now with more bubbles!
Covers the time between arriving in Japan and getting back to Russia after Nationals.
- Part 4 of Translations on Ice