Murder on the dance floor

At the sight of his dance partner, Yuuri’s heart stops. The blue of his eyes, the soft pink bow of his mouth, the silver of his hair that falls across pale skin. Even through his blurred vision, Yuuri knows those looks. He’s seen them splashed across the pages of the local paper, lingered on them far longer than a healthy young man should. Handsome, charming, and boasting innumerable arrests of magic users, the man is a white knight, just missing the horse and armor.
“Viktor Nikiforov,” Yuuri breathes. “The witch hunter.”
Victuuri historical AU in 1920s, Prohibition era, USA, with murder and magic and a whole lotta swing.
[Written for Yuri on Ice Fantasy Zine, in collaboration with the talented flitzsa @ tumblr]
--Russian translation by Sheally @ AO3 here