Epilogue

Yuuri Katsuki landed facedown in a dirty alleyway, scrambling for his glasses as they skittered several feet away and letting go of the old hat he'd been clutching. Portkey was still his least-favorite way to travel, but it certainly beat Apparating thousands of miles and splinching himself in two different continents. He inspected his glasses for cracks, but knew he couldn't fix them if he found any-it wouldn't be a good idea to do magic in an unfamiliar place in the No-Maj world. He suspected that as soon as he stepped out of the alley, he'd be in…

Yup. The middle of St. Petersburg. Cars zoomed along past him as he tried to get his bearings. He hoisted his bag onto his shoulder, shivering a little in the frigid wind and scanning the crowds of people walking past.

He made his way a little further along the street to a footbridge crossing over a frozen lake which seemed slightly less trafficked than the busy sidewalks. A family of people in big coats passed in front of him and as he peered around them he caught a flash of silver hair. Yuuri exhaled, breath escaping his lips in cloud of freezing mist. Even now, having Victor so close took his breath away.

Yuuri would've shouted his name, but his throat felt too tight to speak, so instead he leapt forward, sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him toward Victor. As though he'd been summoned by Yuuri's joy-which felt so thick in his heart it was almost tangible-Victor turned around and met his gaze, eyes bright and shining in the cold sunlight and arms open wide to welcome Yuuri home.