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The old Kunigami Rensuke is gone. He knows what he left behind and he knows better than to look back; his new self has made his peace with the dead weight he's had to cut, with every necessary loss - or almost every one.
On Wednesday, the cough wakes him at 2 a.m., sharp and insistent.
On Thursday, he bumps into Chigiri by the vending machine and spends the rest of the evening not thinking about it.
On Friday, it comes up his throat and he sees it there, sitting in the center of his palm: a blue petal, tiny and unassuming.
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22 Apr 2026
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If he closes his eyes, he can feel the ghost of Kunigami's fingers branding his skin, the catching of his breath when Chigiri's fingers threaded into his hair, all those involuntary surrenders that no amount of denial will be able to erase, and he knows what he heard in those shattered syllables of his own name spilling between gritted teeth.
I'd rather have you like this than not at all.
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22 Apr 2026
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"Eh? Don't you like that?" Nagi tilts his head. "I thought Reo liked feeling small around me."
"U-um..." Reo's breath catches, obviously flustered. Sure, he did say that during one of his embarrassing and lovedrunken spiels, but-
"You told me that it turned you on," Nagi continues, his voice lowering. "Knowing I could always have my way with you- that I could make Reo submit if I really wanted to."
And god, he wants it. His omega craves it.
After being separated, Nagi and Reo finally get to spend a night together.
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22 Apr 2026
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Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn't tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly.
(The subtitle of this fic should be: Victor Nikiforov really needs a hug. Luckily, he gets one. Eventually.)
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“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.
Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?
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22 Apr 2026
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Following an accident a few years into his marriage, Yuri finds himself thrown back in time. Back to a time before Victor loves him.
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“Yuri, are you in there?” Celestino called out, “The banquet starts in half an hour. I know you don’t want to go, but you have to make an appearance as one of the finalists.”
Yuri opened his eyes and sighed. This had to be some kind of sick joke that Celestino was playing on him. Phichit probably put him up to it or something. His phone was on the floor next to him. Yuri picked up his phone and looked at the date. It had to be wrong. December 9th, 2015. He was in Sochi in 2015.
Yuri slid open the lock screen and opened up his camera. The face staring back at him was wearing a pair of glasses that he hadn’t worn in two years following a prescription change.
He screamed.
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22 Apr 2026