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No one who has all five senses enhanced can understand what it's like, not being good enough. All Yuuri ever wanted was someone to protect.
To be a Sentinel, one must have all five senses activated, and Yuuri only has four -- until he meets Viktor Nikiforov.
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06 Oct 2017
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AU. Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor's phone. He returns it--and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.
(Just about everything that happens at the Sochi GPF happens here, so if something that happens there might bother you, check the tags?)
Now with bonus epilogue!
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Yuuri hated looking at pictures of himself. His hair had started sticking up again. And he had that horrible star-struck smile on his face. Plus, he was blushing, and blushing always made him look so young.
“Aaaaaah.” Yuuri winced. “I look so…”
Victor winked at him. “Cute!”
Before Yuuri could protest, Victor dropped the photo into Instagram and started typing a caption.
My champion! I thought I lost my phone this morning, but look who returned it? Our very own…
Yuuri watched as Victor’s agile thumbs (so agile, and no, he was not going to think about what else Victor could do with them) stopped moving. That fan-struck part of him that had been screaming mentally in the back of his mind came to a slow halt.
Victor didn’t know his name.
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29 Sep 2017
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Mystery Work
Part of archive :3 (old fics)
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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02 Sep 2017
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In another world, their story might have started with ‘Hi there’, or ‘Lovely sky tonight’, or ‘Hello, stranger’. Or perhaps something less cliché, something like: ‘A commemorative photo? Sure thing!’But in this one, it starts with an electric blue cocktail, the taste of smoke in the air. And: “You have really talented, um. Fingers.”
Yuuri makes music with his body. Victor makes music because that's all he knows.(Or: After his poor performance at the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri is weary but not broken, and decides to give it one last shot. Victor plays piano three nights a week at a small jazz bar near the Detroit Skating Club, and does his best to get by.)
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22 Aug 2017
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I am going to kill Phichit, Yuuri thought to himself darkly, feeling eyes on him from all angles in the crowded parking lot. The thin towel around his waist was already soaked and clung to him, plastered to the curve of his buttocks like a second skin. Thank god this wasn’t a co-ed dorm, he didn’t think he could handle girls staring, giggling at him from behind their hands. Now, how to go about his diabolical plan of getting even for this. Perhaps he’d kidnap Phichit’s hamsters and hold them for ransom-
“Are you cold?” a voice asked from behind, melodiously thick with a Russian accent.
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21 Aug 2017