Hi all! So, I've been obsessively reading YOI fanfics for a few weeks now, and at a certain point I came across this fanfic called "High-Flying, Adored" that called itself a Superhero AU of Yuri! On Ice. And I was like, "... a superhero AU? That sounds kinda weird. Ah well, I'll give it a shot I guess."

Well.

Needless to say, it was incredible and amazing and it consumes my waking hours. And probably some of my sleeping ones tbh. And every time a new chapter came out, I got hit with these vicious plot bunnies while waiting for updates- the basic premise of the fic, if you haven't read it (do so. immediately.), is that Yuuri and Viktor are both vigilantes and they kind of have a love square going on because they work together as superheroes, and Viktor is staying at Yutopia, but they don't know each others' identities and are each slowly falling for both versions of each other. So every time there was a new chapter where they came really close to finding out but inevitably didn't, I was always like, "BUT WHAT IF?" And finally it got to be too much and I had to write it down. So I sought out the wonderful miss-terra-incognita for permission to publish a spinoff fic, which she has granted, and here it is! I'd say it's in no particular order, but I'm rereading the whole thing right now to relocate all those circumstances that hit me in the first place so actually it probably will be in order, lol. More or less.

This first one breaks off from near the end of Chapter 5 (for reference). The block quote in italics at the beginning is for context, it is the scene I'm jumping off from as written by miss-terra-incognita, quoted with permission. All the rest is mine, though I don't own YOI, any of its characters, or any of their vigilante alter-egos!

Enjoy!

"Are you all right?" Viktor asked. He raised a hand and thumped Yuuri's back, hoping to ease his coughing, but his hand came down directly on his wounded shoulder.

Crying out before he could stop himself, Yuuri crumpled to his knees.

"Yuuri!" Viktor barked in obvious shock, dropping down beside him. "What's wrong? Did I-"

- hurt you, he was about to finish, but trailed off when he saw a spot of red blossom from Yuuri's shoulder. Blood? So there must have been an injury already, he surmised. But Yuuri hadn't seemed to be in pain at all- so was he trying to hide it? If Viktor had known he was injured, he'd never have dragged Yuuri out here to play tour guide…

"It's fine, it's fine," Yuuri was saying, attempting to sound chagrined instead of in pain. But as he muttered something about wrenching his shoulder doing yardwork the day before, Viktor's eyes zeroed in again on the wound. That shoulder… the blood…

"Yuuri." His firm tone cut off the younger man's babbling. "You're bleeding." If he hadn't been watching closely, he would have missed Yuuri's minute wince and the frantic dart of his eyes that he quickly brought under control.

"... It is?" he asked finally. "Well. I suppose I'll… have to go get it looked at, later." He projected nonchalance, and a desire to have this incident forgotten as quickly as possible. Viktor did not intend to humor him.

"Why don't I take a look at it?" he suggested casually. "I've got some basic first aid training, at least I can make sure you don't lose too much blood before we can get you to the hospital!"

"No!" yelled Yuuri. "I- I mean, well, surely. It can't be that bad." He licked his lips. Viktor's eyes were drawn to the motion, which looked so incredibly familiar-

"-just take care of it at home," Yuuri was saying.

Viktor narrowed his eyes. He'd been told he could be fairly intimidating when he put his mind to it. "Yuuri," he said, tone implacable. "Let me see your wound. Now." He reached for the neck of Yuuri's long-sleeved shirt, intending to pull it down past the wound in lieu of forcing Yuuri to completely remove his shirt. But he'd barely touched the material when Yuuri's hands came up and smoothly- instinctively, it seemed- executed a textbook arm sweep to violently remove Viktor's hand from his person. Viktor stumbled sideways a step from the force behind the blow. His eyes snapped back to Yuuri and he stared.

Yuuri was looking back at him, panic growing nearer to the forefront as he cringed back on himself and seemed to not know what to do with his hands. The silence between them continued to grow more and more tense. Viktor opened his mouth to say something, and then-

"I can't," Yuuri whispered. "You can't… if you…" he seemed utterly helpless, paralyzed by something Viktor almost didn't want to understand.

Viktor slowly drew close to Yuuri, who looked down and wouldn't meet his eyes. Gently, projecting his movements, he placed his hand at the neckline of Yuuri's shirt just over his collarbone. Yuuri flinched at the touch but didn't lash out again. Viktor felt him trembling. He took a deep, slow breath, and slid the material to the side.

He almost wasn't surprised by what he saw.

A bullet wound- and he knew those when he saw them. Sewn up a bit messily, but well on its way to healing… or it had been, before Viktor jostled it and seemingly caused Yuuri to pull a stitch. Viktor recognized in the awkward competence of the stitches the work of someone who's used to patching himself up but is working at a very strange angle to do so- he should know, he'd had to do it himself plenty of times.

And, what had been in the back of his mind since that first spot of blood… this is exactly where Eros was shot… He looked back to Yuuri's face, to find the other glancing sidelong at him, growing more and more panicky as Viktor inspected the wound. Those eyes- he finally knew where he had seen them before.

Viktor blinked. Twice.

Then he smiled- slightly, but genuinely. Yuuri felt his breath catch.

"I'm glad you're healing alright," murmured Viktor. "I was worried about whether you'd gotten back safely."

Beat.

"What?" Yuuri whispered faintly. He looked into Viktor's cerulean blue eyes… somehow, in that moment, they looked so familiar…

" I said, I was worried about you." Viktor paused, and leaned slightly closer. "It's not every day you have to deal with gunshot wounds, even in our line of work… Eros."

Yuuri blinked.

Blinked again.

"Snowcap?"

"Guilty as charged."

"Oh god."

Wasn't exactly sure how to end this, and it was a bit more dramatic and serious than I'd thought. But I hope you enjoyed! I may take requests, though I have plenty of other scenarios planned (some of which will hopefully be a lot lighter and funnier than this one), but if anyone wants a specific reveal that I haven't or don't write, feel free to ask!