Hi, again! This is Warrior Nun with another Victuuri fanfic, but this time with genderbending! I wanna point out that I came up with this story inspired by Madam Facilier's Without the Magic Spell, mostly on a certain chapter. Her stories are really good, and I highly recommend Without the Magic Spell. While it follows the plot of YoI, it managed to be its own story with a few changes-aside from genderbending Yuuri. It was one of the rare gems with fem!Yuuri and somehow made it work.
So check her out and tell her that Warrior Nun sent ya.
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This story contains: references to certain songs, genderbending, somewhat mature themes, yandere nature, Thirsty Victor, slight religious undertones, mild language and all that jazz. If either one of those things offends you, please do not send in a comment and click on the back button.
Pairing(s): Yuuri Katsuki/OC (for now), onesided Victuuri (Victor/Yuuri) and YuYuu (Yurio/Yuuri)
Yuri! on ICE (c) Mappa
Hellfire of Hunchback of Notre Dame (c) Disney, Victor Hugo
Habanera of Carmen (c) Georges Bizet
He Long of Without the Magic Spell (c) Madam Facilier
He could see her…
He could see her dancing.
The way she sway her hips so sensually before the crowd, teasing them to try and touch her but couldn't. For if they do, she would disappear before their eyes.
How the sun shone upon her raven hair, as it swayed along with her loose and free like black silk. It was enough to make his fingers itch with anticipation to touch it to see if they are soft as they look.
How her smoldering eyes that bore into the very depths of your soul once she set her gaze upon you and you had to gaze back. If you look away, even for a moment, you will miss everything.
He could never forget how his heart stopped for a moment when their eyes met.
How her pink lips curl into a teasing smirk before turning away.
In that moment, he could feel the heat sparked within him.
And right now, it was blazing out of control.
This is why, tonight of all nights, he upon his knee before the cross upon the mantle of the fireplace with the rosary in his hand, praying to the Virgin Mary for strength and forgiveness.
"Mother Maria, please forgive me for I have sinned…" he whispered, almost as if afraid on speaking out loud, clenching the rosary tightly in his hands. Victor could feel the beads digging into the palms of his hands, clenching his eyes shut.
"I…"
The image of her flashed through his mind.
"I have committed the sin of lust…"
Lust for the gypsy girl…Yūri.
Even her name is beautiful.
Victor found it rather amusing when he learned that her name was similar to a particular Yuri that he knows but somehow it fits the woman like a glove. He could never forget on how he learned her name and how they met. It was at the main square of the city…there were a caravan of gypsies traveling there. The time of the festival was starting and already that they're getting attention. And it was all because of her.
She was the very center of the attention, dancing with the combination of elegance and wild freedom. Teasing the crowd with a sensual sway of her hips and a coy smile, her entire body was practically making music. Dancing like she was the music…
And he couldn't help but watch, not looking away even for a moment.
What happened next set off the spark.
She noticed him staring at her…and simply smiled and turned away.
For a moment, Victor felt his heart clench within him, silently begging her to look at him again. Even when she still dance before the crowd around her, enticing them with her beauty, daring them not to touch but only to admire her with their eyes. He had no idea how long he was watching, until the dance ended with her seductively removing the gossamer scarf from her waist and threw it to the audience. A taunting way to let the people have a piece of her.
For him to have a piece of her.
He had no idea if it was himself that reached out, or his own body acted out on its own, but he knew that he wanted to have it. At least something that was once part of her
When he did, he saw her laughing coyly before blowing him a kiss.
"Give it up for our lovely dancer, Lady Yūri!" one musician cheered as the crowd roared with excitement, all the while throwing gold before her feet.
And this is where it leads him to this situation.
Victor paused in his prayer of penance and took out the said item that he hid in his robes. Upon his hand was a light violet scarf with intricate designs of swirls stitched in a darker shade, glowing against the fireplace like amethysts.
Since then, the gypsy girl was plaguing his mind. He could even pick up the sweet scent that was emanating from the scarf, making him to caress the fabric against his cheek. Sometimes…it felt like she was there beside him, he could almost feel her touch upon his face…her breath upon his ear to whisper sweet nothings to him. Victor couldn't find it in him to repress a shudder of pleasure, losing himself to this sinful fantasy that he found himself drowning in.
"…He Long…"
Then his eyes snapped open when he heard that cursed name.
He Long…the name of her lover…
Victor gritted his teeth as he gripped both the rosary and the scarf tightly in his hands.
Yes, he had indeed sinned.
He had committed a sin of lusting after a scandalous woman, who already has a lover of her own. The roguish auburn haired man who had a look of wolf that had gotten its prey when he embraced Yūri who had thrown herself into his arms with the look of loving devotion of her own.
He could also feel jealousy and envy inside of him as well.
How can he not feel those sins?
Yūri is practically the forbidden fruit that lures men to their downfall, tempting them to have a taste of her sweet nectar. Yet she was guarded by the very arms of that serpent of a man, taunting him as he dangles her in front of his very eyes, so close but yet so faraway.
But how can you blame him!?
Yūri is a vision of loveliness, she practically have men trip over themselves for her. Yet by revealing the fact that she was already taken, does she not know how many hearts that she had shattered?
How many were left yearning for her?
For HIM to yearn for her.
This was her fault!
Plain and simple! It was the woman that was responsible for this flame within! Dressing up so provocatively that left nothing to the imagination, pale skin that was practically begging to be caressed, slim waist that he wanted to wrap his arms around, legs that go on for miles every time she lifted up her skirt to tease the crowd while shaking her hips…he could go on and yet couldn't find the words to describe her otherworldly beauty.
But…surely it didn't happen without a reason.
They say that there is a reason for everything…God has a plan for everything.
Perhaps…perhaps it was to test him…to see if he would withstand against the strength of the Devil himself.
Such as dealing against the Temptress herself.
"Protect me, Maria," he prayed. "Don't let this siren cast this spell…don't let her fire sear my flesh and bones!" His grip on the rosary and the scarf tightened, to the point that the beads were practically biting the palm of his hand and drew blood, shifting his gaze up at the heavens with determination blazing within his eyes.
"You either destroy Yūri and have her taste the fires of Hell…!"
The image of Yūri tied up to the stake, screaming as the fire engulf around her, flashed through his mind. Making him feel the pang of regret. That was too far…even for him. He didn't want to kill her. She's tempting yes, but there was a sense of…innocence to her…
That is how he see it whenever she smiled at He Long…
The kind of smile that he wanted to see.
He could practically see Yūri standing before him in front of the fireplace, her arms extended out towards him as a silent request for a loving embrace.
"…or at least…let her be mine and mine alone…" he whispered as he moved forward to hold her in his arms. Victor closed his eyes to place a kiss…
Before realization hits him harder than a freight train and pulled himself away from the illusion as it quickly dissipated before him like smoke as he staggered back before clenching the rosary and the scarf close to him in prayer.
"Maria…Maria, give me your blessing to drive out these demons in your name…!" he whispered, breathing heavily as his mind was constantly attacked by the same image over and over again.
Yūri…dancing before him, beckoning him into her arms as the inferno set aflame around her.
His breathing was becoming ragged, he could feel the blood sliding down his palm and onto the scarf as the effect of gripping his rosary too tightly. But he was too focused on praying to even notice.
"Lead me not into temptation…deliever me from evil!" He was becoming more desperate now.
"Maria…! GIVE ME SANCTUARY! PLEASE!"
In his anguish cry to the heavens, he barely heard the rosary snapped in his grip as Victor fell to his knees before the fireplace. He could barely registered the fact that the blood from his now cut hand was staining what remains of the broken rosary and the now soiled scarf. The only sound that was heard in this room was his ragged breathing, he could feel the cold sweat from his brow and it could be his imagination, but he could have sworn that he felt tears from his eyes.
Was he not a righteous man?
Was he virtuous enough?
Was he pure enough?
If so, then why…why does she still plague his mind?
Haven't his prayers reached to Maria and the Lord Almighty?
Well…no matter…
"…I will have her."
Victor rose his head up, his blue eyes are now glowing thanks to the light of the fireplace as silver hair hung over his right eye. Unconsciously, he gripped the broken rosary and the bloody scarf tightly in his hand.
"…I will have her…EVEN IF I HAD TO BURN THE ENTIRE WORLD!"
Come Hellfire and brimstone!
Yūri may be the seductress, but soon it will be her turn…
When that time comes…she must choose.
Either him or He Long.
She must be mine or she'll BURN!
Without even thinking, Victor pulled his hand back and threw the scarf and what remained of his rosary into the fireplace. He watched with morbid fascination as the flames ate at the fabric while the beads quickly reduced into dust.
Fascination turned into remorse and regret.
For throwing away his faith…or the closest thing of having a piece of the gypsy girl.
He does not know at this point.
"God have mercy on her…" he muttered, slowly staggering back as Victor kept his eyes upon the fireplace. He felt the hard wall against his back, turning around to lean his forehead upon the cool stone surface. The closest thing of prostrating himself for penance.
"God have mercy on me…"
There was no turning back now. He had crossed the point of no return.
If God will remain silent…then Victor will know.
Yūri Katsuki, the Gypsy Girl, will be his one way or the other.
Or she will burn…
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