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-Some fluff to make up for yesterday's heart breaker.

-Also, I'm so sorry for last night. I did not support the dilweed and he is #NotMyPresident.

Yuuri looked around at everyone, wondering exactly what he was seeing. There were red lines between everyone. Red lines connecting them to each other. And some stretching on for what seemed to be forever. Too far for him to see.

Cautiously, he reached out and flicked one of the lines before him, finding it rubbery in a sense. It vibrated, and his eyes followed the motions until the red got lost in the lines of other red.

He'd first noticed the red around his mother's finger, and how it was connected to the red around his father's finger. The two had said it was the 'red thread of fate' that had linked them together. That fate had decreed that they were perfect for each other.

Ever since he was young, Yuuri wondered why he was seeing everyone's threads. He also wondered why his thread didn't extend past his finger. Instead of a string like everyone else he'd ever seen, his thread was wrapped only around his littlest finger. It didn't extend in any way. Like a ring.

Did that mean he didn't have a soulmate? Because he wasn't connected to somebody, he couldn't be happy like his parents?

After years of no answers being forthcoming, Yuuri chose to abandon any hope. His thread never grew, and no one ever looked at him the way his parents looked at each other.

In a way it was fine. Yuuri could focus more on himself and not have to worry about disappointing someone else.

It would be fine.

Victor Nikiforov could see that his red string was broken. His mother had told him that it had happened when he was little.

One day, the long string that had been much like his mother's, was pulled apart, and he'd apparently rushed to tell her.

He didn't remember exactly what had transpired, but what followed was a month of utter silence on his part. His soulmate had died. The person that was supposed to be perfect for him, was gone. His young mind had somehow understood the seriousness of the situation and acted accordingly.

Victor was mute for thirty days straight.

And it was some time later that Victor found his passion for figure skating, and decided that he wanted to dedicate his life to the art.

He no longer minded that his line was broken and frayed, the thread uneven and jutting out with split ends. He not longer cried for himself. It was okay now.

He was used to it by now.

And in a way, it helped him. None of his zealous fans could claim that he was their soulmate, because he didn't have one any longer.

When Katsuki Yuuri had officially met his idol, he had almost fainted. Instead of embarrassing himself, he'd fled from the room in order to go shovel the snow for his mother.

He needed to think.

The best figure skater in the world was in his family's onsen. Naked. Blathering about how he was going to coach Yuuri for the upcoming Grand Prix.

All because of a stupid video that Yuuko's children uploaded.

God, his luck of all things.

Still, Yuuri paused in his shoveling. He'd noticed something peculiar, but incredibly sad.

Victor's thread.

In person, it held more weight in Yuuri's eyes. Victor's thread was broken and old, showing that he'd lost his soulmate ages ago.

Yuuri winced internally.

He'd have to work on not being sappy lately, so as not to alert Victor to what he knew.

Yuuri's open heart would weep for the man in private.

Victor liked Katsuki Yuuri, who was cute in a way he'd never considered. He found himself ignoring social rules and obligations in order to glomp the younger man.

Victor was affectionate with those he cared for, and Yuuri had quickly ascended within his eyes. Yuuri was unique and beautiful and amazing. Victor wanted to know anything and everything he could about him.

"Yuuri!"

Said man twitched only slightly when Victor latched onto him.

Months into their friendship had brought them to this moment. Where Victor could adore his precious Yuuri happily without fearing being pushed away because Yuuri was too overwhelmed. Now it was as if he expected Victor's antics, and accepted them with a wry smile.

Victor was proud of his dear Yuuri. After these few months of ups and downs and an intensive time pulling him from his fears, Victor was getting a more regular display of Yuuri's confidence. And Victor wanted more of it.

"Let's go get dango!" the Russian suggested, already pulling on Yuuri's hand.

Yuuri's fingers linked with his own, without any prompting, and Victor smiled in victory!

Glancing down at their joined hands, Victor almost tripped over his own feet.

Because his thread, which had been broken beyond repair for twenty-two years, was no longer frayed. It no longer resembled a piece of dried out straw. It was one thick strand of red, and from what he could see, was longer.

He looked up, wondering if Yuuri noticed anything when they'd touched, but the other was simply looking at something across the road.

Victor's interest was caught, and he decided that this would be a good experiment.

Yuuri noticed the moment that Victor's attitude took a deeper turn. The light-hearted teasing wasn't gone, but there seemed to be something stronger behind all of his actions. All of his touches and taunts came across differently.

The glances between them becoming lingering stares. The touches more than just casual contact.

Then one day, Victor asked the one question he hadn't expected.

"Have you ever met your soulmate?"

Yuuri gulped. Victor was an amazing person and had so far been different but better than expected. That didn't mean that this would be accepted. It was unnatural, or so Yuuri assumed.

Fidgeting, the brunet looked away. "I… I never had one."

Victor said nothing in response

And Yuuri peeked at him under his lashes, hoping to see something that would let him know just what Victor was thinking.

Victor was staring at Yuuri's hand. Particularly his pinky finger.

The thread still acted much like a ring would, never growing or breaking. It was just there.

Victor's eyes trailed to his own thread, which Yuuri had finally noticed, was healed. The thread looked normal. Healthy even.

"My soulmate died," the Russian man said quietly. "I was five."

Oh, Victor. So long ago.

"However, I don't think that was my only chance."

Before he could ask, Victor was already moving, grabbing his red thread and tying it around Yuuri's little finger.

And that was when something strange occurred.

The two different threads, both different shades of red even, glowed a little. And when Victor's hand pulled back, there were no two separate threads. There was only one. One long, red thread that got longer the further Yuuri pulled his hand away.

He gaped openly, astounded by what had just happened.

Victor looked besotted and placed both hands on Yuuri's cheeks. He flushed, but refused to look away. Not now. Not after that.

"I've decided to give myself another soulmate," Victor whispered, eyes fixated on Yuuri's mouth.

And there was only one way Yuuri could respond to that.

He leaned up and pressed their mouths together in something that sent tingles through his body and made his heart leap in his chest.

Victor had made them soulmates somehow. Because he thought they were perfect for each other.

Yuuri fingered the thread happily, finding himself incredibly attracted to the thought of having Victor as his soulmate.

And judging by how hard Victor was rubbing against him, he was attracted to the thought as well.

A/N: The first is done!

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