4 i was yours before i knew (and you have always been mine too) » Katsuki Yuuri, former skating prodigy of Japan, has come back home after a couple failed seasons to work at his childhood friends flower shop. Viktor Nikiforov, five time figure skating world champion and Russia's living legend, ends up in a small town in southern Japan on his journey for inspiration and motivation. They cross paths for the first time on a cold day in mid-January.

1 roots entwined [kaishin] There is nothing sexier than a well-planned, perfectly executed heist. (Well, maybe Kudou Shinichi.)

perigee [kaishin] Shinichi's back hits the bedroom door, hard. He doesn't really mind too much though, barely registers the feeling of the door handle pressing into his back or the chill of the wood. He's too busy with his hands up Kaito's shirt, mouth moving hot along Kaito's jaw and nose full of the scent of Kaito's cologne and his sweat. Originally published 1/13/2019

Sweet Amazake [keikumi] "I haven't gone to the shrine on New Year's Day since I was a kid. I was thinking, might be nice to do that. With you. If you want." Originally posted 12/14/2019

it happens like this [Takahashi Keisuke/Fujiwara Takumi] Takumi has always found a measure of comfort in the chill of winter.

2 a flower to pillow thy head [viktuuri] mafia au. Yuuri is taken walking out of a flower shop, of all places.

1 to be with those i like is enough [phichit & yuuri friendship, viktuur] If he'd told Yuuri's 2015 self that one day he'd be engaged to his idol and sweeping podiums all over the world, he's sure that Yuuri would have laughed in his face.

5 the stars are fire [viktuuri] Five times Yuuri gets turned on by Viktor manhandling him and one time he does something about it.

4 You Are Unstoppable » [misawa, yuri on ice au] He hears Wakana gasp -the noise echoes through the rink, silent but for the scrape of his blades against the ice and the sound of his measured breaths. She recognizes the routine. (May be updated with more if the muse strikes.)

2 Funkstille » [misawa] Funkstille: a silence when everything has stopped, no movement, no sound, like the world stands still and is holding its breath, waiting for you to move again. Co-written with RainIsMyFavouriteColour.