Hi everyone :3
I couldn't help starting a piece for this fandom because episode 9 just came out and I had too many feels lolz. There are some amazing fics in this fandom that explored Viktor's character and built an amazing backstory that allowed the readers to understand what experiences could have influenced Viktor's behaviour. This is what I imagined for Yuuri's experiences.

I hope you all enjoy!
(Love to read your thoughts on this! Thanks)

Hugs,

Aydsa

***** Chapters will contain RAPE, self-harm, graphic violence, UNDERAGE non-con *****

Chapter 1

Ever since Yuuri was born, he had never gone a day without the snowflake on his stomach. The palm-sized mark was an ethereal white and its raised edges was always a fascination for his young mind. The mark sat nestled above his bellybutton and Yuuri never knew what it meant until one day he ran his fingers across the points of the snowflake whilst crying and felt the tips of his fingers tingle; a wave of calm and warmth followed the tingle and settled against his mind like the missing piece of the puzzle. Then slowly, Yuuri heard the echo of another heartbeat, and the sounds of two heartbeats beating in tandem reverberated in the silent plains of his mind.

That was the first time Yuuri felt that he wasn't alone in the world and to his young five year old mind, this was his first taste of love. Love so deep and natural that it felt like he was finally whole. That he was finally born without missing half of his soul.

The first time Yuuri skated on ice was at the tender age of seven, and it was the next best thing since he discovered that soulmates existed. His small, clumsy hands were tenaciously braced against the biting cold of the ice and when he pushed himself up, his palms were littered with cuts. The sight of his scraped palms were secondary.

The only thing that Yuuri could focus on was the swish swish sounds of the blades meeting the ice, the cold air against his skin, and the feeling of freedom under his feet. Tinkling, uninhibited laughter left his lips as he clumsily propelled himself forward. The joy and love that blossomed inside his chest was breathtaking. Yuuri was ecstatic because ice skating was the first thing he had discovered for himself. It was the first thing that was his and his alone. The only thing that nobody else could control or take away from him. That was the first time he understood what it meant to feel alive.

The next few years of Yuuri's life was dedicated to the ice and every chance Yuuri had, he would instinctively return to his place of refuge, where loneliness couldn't reach him and where the harsh, painful words of his classmates were left behind.

On the ice, Yuuri didn't crave the friendship of his peers. The ice filled the feeling of isolation and loneliness in his chest and he didn't feel as numb. It was ironic because ice was supposed to be cold, harsh and cruel, but for him, it was the opposite. The world was crueler than ice could ever be and there wasn't a day that has gone by that Yuuri wasn't reminded of this.

The hateful words and callous fists that leave bruises on tender skin trailed after Yuuri like shadows every day in school, and his only respite was the soulmark on his skin and the kingdom of ice under his feet.

His only friends were Takeshi and Yuuko, and when he was with them, the burdens of the world lessened and Yuuri saw everything in a softer light. Slowly, Yuuri came out his shell and with every glide on the ice, his wings unfurled. Yuuri's back straightened and he bore the weight of the world on steady shoulders and a fortitude of inner strength and optimism.

But one day, in the blink of an eye Yuuri's world shattered and his sense of self was torn asunder and all that was left was a pitiful inhuman creature filled with aimlessness, anxiety and fear.