soulmate au where soulmates share all acquired skills, so if one of them knows a language the other automatically does too or if one can play and instrument, the other can do it too, and yuuri is a genius skater from the moment he steps on the ice which makes him think he’s only good bc his soulmate must be, but he genuinely has no idea who his soulmate might be since there are so many good skaters out there, so the timeline progresses like it did – vicchan dies, yuuri bombs sochi because even if he has the skill his nerves are still getting in the way, and he still sweeps victor off his feet, semi-retires and skates stammi vicino…
so when victor shows up at the onsen and speaks perfectly fluent japanese they both end up staring at one another just like ‘what’ but yuuri still denies any possibility that victor might be his soulmate until one day in practice he gets distracted by how beautiful victor is and falls on a jump, sprains his ankle like the fool he is, and finally yuuri gets fed up with it all when victor helps him off the ice while murmuring soft things in russian that yuuri hears as russian, but also not, also like it’s almost japanese but it isn’t and it’s confusing and frankly annoying and ‘can you please stop calling me your ray of sunlight, there is nothing sunny about me victor’ and it’s in that moment that victor freezes and yuuri does too bc that was russian he can speak russian and victor can speak japanese and oh my god how the fuck is victor nikiforov his soulmate
U probably gonna think this is bs or something but whatever, I’ll tell u all the same:
My law teacher, who is probably the coolest lawyer I’ve ever seen in my life, is married and had a little boy two weeks ago and he brought him over today to the school to show him around. Everyone was super excited because baby!!! and because they didn’t want to find out about the gender until the bb was born so they had made a bet: if it was a girl, my teacher would name it and if it was a boy, his wife would get to name it.
So, when he arrives, with the bb and his wife, everyone is looking at the baby and I asked them what name they chose for the baby and she (his wife) turns to me and answers: Otabek and I’m like.. that’s a cool name, definitely not something you’ll hear everyday. And, as a way to make small talk, I comment: there’s an anime character on Yuri on Ice named Otabek. And I kid you not, both my teacher (who look like he wanted to die) and his wife turn to me and say I know at the same time. So, apparently, my teacher’s wife is so in love with Otabek from YOI that she named her firstborn child after him.
I wonder how long Victor has been waiting for someone to treat him with softness.
Because whenever someone is interested in him, they think the charming, suave, can’t-touch-this playboy is all there is to Victor. That just because he wears gold, and eats quads for breakfast that he has lost his need for kindness and softness. Everyone from his coach to his fans see him either as a child to be disciplined, or a trophy to only touch when polishing.
I wonder when was the last time someone, anyone, treated Victor like he was something precious?
People would see his sharp angles, silver hair, fame and fortune and automatically conveniently forget the fact that he is human as well underneath it all. And they would claw at him until all he had left were hollow bones.
The closest Victor got to being softly touched by another human being, was when he was handled. A disinterested arm to turn him just so for the camera, the way the hairdressor swept back his bangs to trim them, the accidental brushing of fingers when handing someone something.
People forgot Victor, until Victor too forgot how comforting it was to feel soft fingers brushing his face like it was something special, like he was something special.
And then came Yuuri. Yuuri who would jump away at Victor’s every attempt to get closer, but who would softly drape a blanket when Victor fell asleep somewhere that wasn’t his room, who gently poked his hair, and laid his hand, light and yet present at the same time, over Victor’s head in forgiveness. Who caressed his face, until Victor could feel the gentle heat from the callouses in his fingers. And he did this in bed, he did it in front of his (their!!!) family and friends. He even did it in front of the whole world.
Unafraid, unapologetic, and soft in his love.
And Victor who had previously onyl been a spectator to softness, who had always been too sharp, too smart, and had a head full of noise and edges, felt enough.
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