Father Aziraphale serves a small Catholic community in a largely protestant town. He knows his congregation as well as any attentive shepherd knows his flock. The appearance of a handsome stranger would be enough to draw Aziraphale's attention, but the man behaves so strangely that Aziraphale can't help but wonder about him.
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23 Mar 2021
"Then this is who I am," Viktor murmured, swaying a little closer and tilting Katsuki's face up, eyes fixed on his swirling pair. "I am a person who wants what he wants... and gets what he wants. What is the point in denying pleasure?" He whispered, running his thumb across Katsuki's cheek. "Because it is condemned to be immoral? Because it must be wrong? Because it is impure? Am I dirty for wanting such things: the heat of your body and the taste of your mouth?" Viktor let a soft breath ghost over Katsuki's cheek and felt him shudder. "Then so be it."
(also known as: the meiji period au where love is merely a sold commodity, a farce, an overplayed game, but a game yuuri never expected to win and viktor never expected to lose)
A dance, a glance, and a chance to change. We are all products for that which we hunger.
Lowly third secretary of the Acirema Embassy in Glen City, Eglen, Yuuri Katsuki gets stranded along the side of the main road in the small, provincial capital. Lucky for Yuuri, he’s not about to freeze to death thanks to the kindness of a well-dressed stranger, Viktor Nikiforov, who offers him a ride home in a sleek black, government-owned vehicle. If only Yuuri spoke better Eglenian, he would’ve maybe figured out Viktor meant a ride to his home, not Yuuri’s apartment?
"Yuuri stared at the screen for far too long, heart in his throat. Suddenly, he locked his screen and hid his head under his pillow as if Nik could see him through the phone. Nik was obviously a skating fan, so it was not surprising that he knew that Yuuri competed at international level. But, he also said that he was Japan's best. Yuuri knew that the man couldn't know he was talking to the real Yuuri, so the comment was not meant to flatter him...
Yuuri could tell this was a bad idea. Oh this, this was such a bad idea. Why was he even considering it… why was he about to say yes? He planted his face into the pillow and screamed a little before picking his head back up to respond."
The one where Yuuri writes Viktor Nikiforov fanfiction and Viktor is liking it way too much.