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    The second year of being back on Earth opens with four days of festivities as part of the joint convocation ceremony for Starfleet Academy and the War College. Naturally, the only question on everyone’s mind is: “Do you have a date?”

    Chancellor Kelrec does not.

    Enter Sylvia Tilly.

    This collection includes the fic Convocation, and various small scenes and other apocrypha inspired by it.

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    Mostly canon-compliant stories about Chancellor Ake of Starfleet Academy and Chancellor Kelrec of the Federation War College as they go from antagonistic co-workers through an odd situation-ship and emerge at something that might just be love.

    Or: the one where Nahla Ake stole Zeeren Kelrec's tablecloth and his heart.

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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    Julian gets a note. Set post-Chrysalis, middle to late seventh season.

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    06 Oct 2026

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    A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind by Selena
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    Julian receives a physical note during the was. An introspective piece from Julian’s POV on being augmented and the limitations and responsibilities thereof.


    He could feel the creases [of the paper] under his fingertips as he touched it. Lauren hadn't seemed the type for creative anachronism, but really, how well had he known any of them at all?

    He had taken care not to know them too well.

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    Yuuri knows the man in front of him. He’d know him even without his glasses, even if he couldn’t see at all and could only hear the distinctive rush of blades on ice. There’s no question, because Yuuri’s bedroom is plastered with this face.

    It’s not the exact same face from Yuuri’s posters. The man on the beach is thinner, his chin and cheeks prickling with thick stubble, and his silvery hair is shaggy, longer than Yuuri’s idol has worn in years, but still in that moment Yuuri has no doubts. He’d recognize those eyes anywhere.

    But Victor Nikiforov can’t be on a beach in Kyushu right now. More than that, he can’t be here with his hair hanging so long it sweeps his shoulders, his cheekbones hollow and his collarbones protruding, wearing clothes that seem to have been through a typhoon.

    He can’t be here right now, because Yuuri watched Victor Nikiforov leverage his signature quad flip to take second in the short program during the World Championships in Tokyo last night.

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    04 Oct 2026

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    with both feet on the ground by louciferish
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    An excellent melding of the canon Yuri!!! On Ice and the supernatural. I was never quite sure what fairy tale I was in until the end.


    Yuuri knows the man in front of him. He’d know him even without his glasses, even if he couldn’t see at all and could only hear the distinctive rush of blades on ice. There’s no question, because Yuuri’s bedroom is plastered with this face.

    It’s not the exact same face from Yuuri’s posters. The man on the beach is thinner, his chin and cheeks prickling with thick stubble, and his silvery hair is shaggy, longer than Yuuri’s idol has worn in years, but still in that moment Yuuri has no doubts. He’d recognize those eyes anywhere.

    But Victor Nikiforov can’t be on a beach in Kyushu right now. More than that, he can’t be here with his hair hanging so long it sweeps his shoulders, his cheekbones hollow and his collarbones protruding, wearing clothes that seem to have been through a typhoon.

    He can’t be here right now, because Yuuri watched Victor Nikiforov leverage his signature quad flip to take second in the short program during the World Championships in Tokyo last night.

  3. Rec 42

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    Phichit makes a couple innocent comments on Victor and Yuuri's relationship. Twitter takes those comments and runs.

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    30 Sep 2026

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    A Minor Media Miscommunication by labellelunaclaire
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    An impeccably formatted chat fic that’s just a gas to read. (For phone readers, rotate 90 degrees to landscape mode.)


    Phichit Chulanont 🐹
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    Is it time to delete twitter? Is that what's happening now? I social media'd too close to the sun?

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    “...What,” Yuuri says and opens one pensive eye to look. From his point of view, it’s upside down, so it takes him a half-second to realize Viktor has affixed a sticker to his shirt. Not just any sticker, but one that has a stylized doodle of Viktor giving a thumbs up with the words ‘Good job on showing up!’ written in an obnoxious bubbly purple font underneath.

    Yuuri thinks it’s the most patronizing thing he’s seen in his life.

     

    (Or the one where Viktor praises Yuuri with stickers, Yuuri is his usual overthinking ball of nerves, but it all works out in the end.)

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    16 Sep 2026

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    Stuck on You by La_Temperanza
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    Stickers as encouragement. Because why not?


    [...] he feels Viktor press something to his chest and say, almost proudly, “There~”

    “...What,” Yuuri says and opens one pensive eye to look. From his point of view, it’s upside down, so it takes him a half-second to realize Viktor has affixed a sticker to his shirt. Not just any sticker, but one that has a stylized doodle of Viktor giving a thumbs up with the words ‘Good job on showing up!’ written in an obnoxious bubbly purple font underneath.

    Yuuri thinks it’s the most patronizing thing he’s seen in his life.

    “What,” he repeats, because no other words are coming to him. Well, besides the additional 'the' and 'fuck.' But he’s a good, polite boy who refuses to let his poor parents back in Japan worry about what sort of crude language he’s picked up while abroad.

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    Learning a second language is like learning to skate, Yuuri thinks. He is no genius, no Victor Nikiforov or hyperpolyglot, has little to no natural talent. His legs give out and he pops his jumps; his tongue betrays him on R’s and L’s, defiantly curling into the wrong shapes.

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    15 Sep 2026

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    Show Me Where My Armor Ends by
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    The one about relationships and languages. Stunning. Owe the author a comment.


    Victor is Victor, is always just Victor, never Coach Victor or Victor-san or (heaven forbid) Nikiforov-san.

    “Don't you think calling him that is too familiar?” Yuuri asks, after Mari mentions that Victor, no honorific, has gone out drinking with Minako-sensei again.

    Mari stares at him blankly. “You call him ‘Victor.’”

    “We speak English--it’s different in English,” Yuuri protests.

    Mari snorts. “You've always called him ‘Victor.’” She pitches her voice upward, hands on her cheeks in a wide-eyed mockery. “‘Did you see Victor’s backflip? Victor is so cool, right? Mom, Mom, can I get this poster of Victor?’”

    “There are no back flips in figure skating,” Yuuri retorts, blushing furiously. He doesn’t know how to explain that Victor never needed an honorific for all those years, in the same way historical figures and fictional heroes don't need honorifics; nobody talks about Hideyoshi-san or Harry Potter-san. Victor was a god, unreachable by a mere mortal like Yuuri, so honorifics seemed unnecessary.