When Yuuri looked down at the phone he’d rescued from the bedside table—the model practically prehistoric and enclosed in a scratched poodle covered case he hadn’t seen since the expletive-filled aftermath of Yuri Plisetsky phone-throwing incident #6—and added the bright “...2015” blaring at him from the screen to the cramped lonely single bed he woke up in and the mosaic of Victor—oh god, Victor—posters on the dirty walls, he barrelled headfirst straight through confusion, careened through every possible stage of panic like a champion sprinter in the anxiety Olympics, and landed in that uncanny state of calm that can only prelude a record shattering skate or life shattering recklessness.
Considering that his life had apparently already been shattered—because somehow it was 2015 again and he’s in his old apartment in Detroit and Victor isn’t here why isn’t he here oh my god what if he doesn’t remember me—he was hoping for the former.
Yuuri wakes up five years in the past, before the Grand Prix series that led him to Sochi--and to Victor.
Fortunately, he's not the only one.
Hold on to your plushies, skate fans, because this season's about to get interesting.
- Part 2 of Out of Place, Out of Time
Unless Viktor’s room had somehow shrunk to about half its size, been redecorated and refurnished overnight, the room he was in was definitely not his. Even his hungover brain couldn’t convince him the former option was possible.
Viktor squeezed his eyes shut, groaned lightly and massaged his throbbing temples.
What had actually happened last night?
In which Viktor gets black-out drunk and wakes up in a room he doesn't recognize, on a bed he doesn't recognize, beside a person he doesn't recognize. He does, however, recognize that the stranger sleeping beside him is utterly and terribly adorable.
At least he's still wearing his boxers. That's... good? Right?
Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.
College AU where Yuuri is a grad student addicted to fucking his ex, and Victor is secretly suffering from heartbreak.
- Part 2 of Stress
Adventures with Yuuri Katsuki, living dance legend, and his ridiculous popstar husband, Viktor "I'm Extra" Nikiforov.
“What?” was all Yuuri could say as a numbness froze over his body.
Something—something wasn’t right. It was then he realized he couldn’t remember getting to the rink. He couldn’t remember even stepping on the ice to start his program.
He couldn’t remember.
He tried to remember.
As Yuuri is skating his free skate, he knows something is off. But, he brushes it aside, too focused on executing the program flawlessly.
It isn't until after it's all over that Yuuri comes to discover that he just skated his gold-medal winning, record-breaking program at the 2014-15 Grand Prix Final in Sochi. The very same final Yuuri had once upon a time placed last in over two years ago.
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15 Oct 2021