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The thing was when Yuuri opened his eyes instead of his dog sitting there, it was a younger Viktor. Tall, graceful, long flowing hair pinned back in an elegant ponytail.
“Oh my god,” Yuuri says, and little Vitya turns to look at him.
“Who are you supposed to be?” Vitya squints at him, one hand on his hip. Yuuri remembers Viktor saying that he didn’t want to tell his younger self much in fear of changing the past, but Yuuri’s speaking before he could even think.
“Your husband,” Yuuri blurts out and then blushes, “In… well, in the future I am.”
Bookmarked by snappydragons
10 Aug 2017
