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C A S T 

VIKTOR NIKIFOROV

❝FLIRTY RUSSIAN SKATING
 GOD THAT HAS NO CHILL,
AND IS VERY IMPULSIVE.❞

5'11, 28 YRS, BORN ON XMAS
YUURI'S SOURCE OF FAST HEART
 P A L P I T A T I O N S
ENFJ — THE GIVER

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YUURI KATSUKI 

❝SOFT HEARTED JAPANESE
BALL OF ANXIETY THAT GETS
 NAKED WHEN DRUNK.❞

5'8, 24 YRS, BORN NOV 29TH
VIKTOR'S SOURCE OF HAPPINESS OVERLOAD
ISFJ — THE NURTURER 

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OTABEK ALTIN

❝A KIND KAZAKH HERO THAT
CANAPPEAR STOIC, BUT IS
JUST LOST IN THOUGHT 24/7.❞

5'6, 18 YRS, BORN ON HALLOWEEN
YURI'S SOURCE OF WISDOM
AND TRANQUILITY
INFP — THE IDEALIST

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YURI PLISETSKY

❝AN EDGY RUSSIAN PRODIGY THAT SECRETLY HAS A HEART
OF GOLD, BUT HIDES IT WITH RAGE.❞

5'4, 15 YRS, BORN MARCH 1ST.
OTABEK'S SOURCE OF REBELLION
AND WARMTH
ISTP — THE VIRTUOSO

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P L E A S E R E A D
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W A R N I N G S

   SETTINGS — This story takes place after the end of season one. There's your clear warning that if you have not seen season one, don't read ahead because I'll be dropping so many spoilers.

   So, in a sense it's my take on the second season that we're all eagerly and anxiously awaiting.

   I do not own any of these characters, and this is only my interpretation of them. I have grown to love each and every character, so I can only hope to do them some justice in protrying them adequately. 

   That said, the plot is completely my idea and I apologize if it's rubbish. I'm trying really hard not to fuck this up. 

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E X T E N D E D
P R O L O G U E

   YUURI'S HOPE HAD ONCE resembled an empty canister of kerosene. There was a time in his life when he walked into an airport with slumped shoulders and a frumpy appearance.

   He was the spitting image of a man with all hope lost. The media only noticed the complete opposite of him when they bombarded Viktor Nikiforov who was but a few feet away. 

   Of course Yuuri had caught sight of him. It was only his back, but that slender frame and immaculate posture could belong to one person only.

   Despite the frenzy of flash photography going off on his face, 

Viktor had noticed him. 

   The joyous glow in his baby blue eyes faded when taking in Yuuri's somber appearance. It was such a change that Viktor had blinked in response.

   No matter how many times Viktor's eyes worked up and down Yuuri, he couldn't believe it. 

   A part of Viktor had thought​ that apart from his thinning hair, his eyes were also losing their vision. Was he?

   The person he was seeing was Yuuri Katsuki, but his glow was gone. He now resembled a daunting and depressing ghost.

THE GHOST OF
YUURI KATSUKI.

   It was in that moment less than a year ago now that Viktor's heart strings had twisted up into tight knots at seeing such a defeated skater. 

   His lips had formed into a straight line as they heavily concentrated on the dark haired athlete that had taken up so much of his thoughts then and now.

    Back then, no one had ever invaded his mind the way Yuuri had. Always the kind of protagonist to be a firm believer in people, Viktor couldn't help but to cast a more uplifting judgement on Katsuki.

    Despite the burdening appearance on Yuuri's face, he continued to walk. Life was about moving on, and no matter what plagued his troubled mind, Yuuri kept going.

   But back then, Viktor knew that sometimes people needed guidance. A warm helping hand that could be kind, but also firm.

YUURI WASN'T BROKEN

JUST WOUNDED.

   Having been hurt and alone in the past himself, Viktor's hand had reached to his chest. Whenever things would seize to cause conflict in his head, he'd rest the palm of his hand against his beating heart. 

 HIS PUMPING HEART always reminded him that he was after all, 

breaking,

living, 

alive.

   Of course things weren't always just that simple, but having time to reflect and collect oneself after hitting rock bottom was impossible if dead.

    Being alive was a good initiative. 

   In the past much before he had ever even set eyes on Yuuri, Viktor had gotten shot straight through the heart.

   It's said that one of the worse kinds of pain is being stabbed in the back, but to Viktor's experience that would have been a dream compared to what a heathen once did to him.

   Years ago, someone took a dagger through his heart face first. Eye to eye, he watched that person pierce it through his flesh and into his heart that was indefinitely shut afterwards.

   Any remote sense of feelings for a shot at love were buried with his ability to help others. Viktor had isolated himself, and although it brought him glory through golden badge after another, it made him feel a prisoner to himself.

    When competition season was over, that confinement forced him to deal with his emotions of deep loneliness. Viktor had to get out, and he did. 

   Time had healed his heart and while the exit wound still bled from time to time, it also pumped with eagerness whenever the opportunity to help rose. 

   And at that time, Yuuri needed help. Viktor had the strong desire to help Yuuri because he couldn't find it any stranger that the then torn and defeated person his mind had refused to stop thinking about was once the life of the party.

   To him, that broken spirit of Katsuki then had reminded him of a raven. Lonely and helpless in a drowning sea of blue emotions.

   Back then as Viktor had shaken some paparazzi off to get a better look at Katsuki, his organ that had been put under lock and key for years opened up.

    Worse and best of all, that little spark he had felt then traveled so far down the guarded chambers of his heart known as, feelings.

     All those months ago when an interviewer  had literally pulled on his sleeve to grab his attention, Viktor couldn't refrain from subconsciously speaking his mind as his eyes rested on the man with dark hair and chunky, square framed glasses.

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STRANGE BIRDS CAN OFTEN 
TIMES SURPRISE EVERYONE
AND BECOME BLACK SWANS.

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    THAT WAS HOW IT STARTED. That was how things between Yuuri and Viktor progressed into what they currently are now —

    ❝ VIKTOR, DID YOU FORGET
MY PORK CUT LET
BOWL AGAIN? ❞

   Yuuri had gasped as he dug into the brown carry out paper bags. Viktor scratched the top of his head as he sheepishly smiled back.

   ❝UHM ...❞ Was all he responded to Yuuri that dramatically pouted. As his eyes shut tight and head tipped back to groan, Yuuri then buried his face into Viktor's shoulder as he had wrapped his arms around him.

   It was when Viktor mumbled, ❝I'm sorry❞ that Yuuri let it go and forgave him. He knew that Viktor was awfully forgetful, but he loved him too. 

   Besides, every time Viktor forgot his order of pork cutlets, they'd head back to their favorite restaurant after walking the food bellies off. It was a routine that would initially upset him, but would ultimately leave him with a smile. 

   They'd grab a booth—have the head chef marvel over Viktor's appearance in the restaurant as if he hadn't gone at least twice every week. From there, they'd get free and as many helpings of pork cutlet bowls as they wanted— it was gluttonous glory. 

    It brought such satisfaction to his heart and stomach that truly loved food more than himself at times, that Yuuri never wanted for it to be any different.

   And Viktor knew. Through that smug smirk of his that spread on his face after finally leaving the table, Yuuri knew that Viktor was aware of how happy the experience made him.

    It was an experience that wouldn't be possible without Viktor's fish memory. ❝See? You love how forgetful I am.❞ He'd joke as  Yuuri's lips would purse just to avoid smiling when glancing up at that mischievous look Viktor always wore after a joke.

    ❝Sure, mhm.❞  Yuuri then would sarcastically respond. As it was customary that Viktor always have the last word without even having to speak, he'd just roll his baby blue eyes and win.

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A U T H O R ' S  N O T E 

   i. If you enjoyed any aspect of this story / a chapter, please leave a vote and maybe some nice words? I am putting a lot of hours into this, trying to make it entertaining not only

for myself, but readers too. 

   ii. Feed back keeps me very motivated, and I appreciate it whole-heartedly. Even more so for this book because It's not my typical fandom that I write for. I'm a little out of my comfort zone which is both delightful, and terrifying. 

   iii. Lastly, I am so f*cking excited to finally continue this project. Some of you may remember if from when I first published it, but since then I've decided to scrap most of it and start fresh. I feel much more confident in my writing abilities, and my mind is also in a better place. I hope you enjoy this, and let's see where it takes us, aye?

   iv. This one goes for you Joyce. Whenever your read it is fine. I just want you to know that you're one of the biggest inspirations behind my writing of this book. Love ya lots!

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