ok headcanon in the canon universe except yuuri isn’t a figure skater but...
an artist who (like in canon) is viktor’s biggest fan. He runs a successful fan account and creates banners and artwork of Viktor and his programmes, and it gets the attention of viktor’s publicity guy and he’s like hey good publicity! viktor come meet this fan and stuff and take some pictures, and viktor is all for it because he’s used to doing stuff like that.
DON’T GET HIM WRONG
he loves his fans but he’s just so tired after being in the industry for like 203820493 years. some ppl make use of him and some ppl aren’t sincere, and so many people say they love him and seem to worship the ground he walks on but he’s still left feeling alone after it all and he’s so sick and tired of it but he tries his best to treat all his fans nicely partially because he's nice and partially because management tells him to (i mean when you’re as huge as viktor you’re practically a BRAND)
and so he goes to meet yuuri and he’s already put on his sweet polite facade and got the whole “thank you so much for being my fan!” line ready and he never actually LOOKED at the art yuuri drew for him until he met him when yuuri brought this giant ass oil painting to gift viktor because he’s such a fan and viktor sees it and...
it’s like yuuri sees right through him. in his art he doesn’t draw viktor all magnificent but instead, almost... sad? it’s a piece based on one of his programme, and this programme was something viktor poured his sorrow and his frustrations into and yet everyone called it BEAUTIFUL and a DISPLAY OF HIS LOVE and viktor finds himself so so so UN-understood. So when he sees yuuri’s piece, he finds that it hits so close to home and he can’t handle it and he’s intrigued.
like WHAT DOES HE KNOW ABOUT ME?????
and so he warms up to yuuri immediately, and they chat and yuuri mentions casually that he’s trying to build up his portfolio but y’know he’s still looking for the perfect subject. he wants to try live painting but no one really caught his eye yet and viktor is like HEY DAWG WHAT ABOUT ME?
and yuuri is like sh00k and of course he says yes, and viktor’s pubs team thinks that it’s an amazing PR stunt by viktor, but viktor just wants to get to know the one person who seems to understand him, who seems to see through all the glitz and the glamour,
and yuuri just wants to get to know viktor. not Viktor Nikiforov, not The Living Legend, but viktor, the one that inspires him to paint.
Remember to smile. Remember to thank them for their support. Remember, remember, remember.
Shut up, is what Viktor wants to say, but he knows better than to do that. Viktor Nikiforov is always polite, always welcoming, and he would certainly never say anything rude. Especially not in front of management. He’d have to sit through a lot of nagging otherwise, and Viktor hates nagging.
And so he smiles.
He pulls the corners of his lips upwards, into a dazzling cover-worthy grin, and wills the happiness to show on his face. His eyes crinkled at the sides, and his brows lift up ever so slightly. Viktor is great at many things, and acting appears to be one of them.
His publicity manager scurries beside him, hurriedly telling him what he needs to do.
Take pictures, shake hands, a few hugs here and there, done. The same as always. Though this time, it is just one fan, instead of a whole bunch of them at once.
He’ll be bringing you a gift. Make sure to pose for a picture when he passes it to you. It’s special.
Special? Viktor asks, finally paying some attention to the words around him. He’s never had to take a picture with a fan’s gift before.
He’s an artist. He has quite a big following online. He’s going to gift you with a painting of you, he’s your biggest fan.
Oh.
A biggest fan. He has a lot of those. And though Viktor is thankful for their support (truly thankful, he thinks; not just because his management tells him to be, but because he should be), it feels like everyone isn’t really looking at him. They want Viktor Nikiforov, they’re his fans, and Viktor is tired of pretending to be him for over half his life. He’s thankful, but thankful in the same way he is when the official congratulates him for winning a gold medal. A ‘thank you’ kind of thankful.
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What’s that? Viktor asks. His eyes are pointed towards a flimsy piece of paper that fell out of a well-used leather sketchbook, and not the painting on the 36 by 48 canvas. That painting, well, it’s pretty. But it’s a pretty painting of Viktor’s Stammi Vicino, and Viktor doesn’t like to think about that programme.
It’s a programme for the fans, his manager had said. It’s his way of asking them to stay by his side, to support him forever.
Shut up, was what Viktor had wanted to say. It’s a programme for me. It’s my programme.
But Viktor had known better than to say that, and so, he smiled.
This, Viktor clarifies, reaching forward to snatch the paper from the black-haired boy. As he does so, he can almost feel his manager’s sharp gaze on him, reminding him to watch his actions.
Oh— um, it’s just a lousy sketch. It’s really bad, I don- please don’t look at it, says the boy. Yuuri, is what Viktor remembers him introducing himself as. Yuuri’s hands fly forward to grasp at the edges of the paper, but Viktor has it out of his reach easily, gazing intensely at the rough lines of pencil against paper.
It’s ugly, Viktor says, and his manager’s jaw drops. Viktor Nikiforov would never say something like that. But Viktor would.
This time, he feels his manager’s disapproval in the form of a sharp jab to his side, and Viktor knows that he’s lucky since only pictures are being taken, no videos.
The boy flushes red, his face apologetic.
I- I was just interpreting things my own way. I’m sorry…
Viktor’s manager rushes forward to hush the boy. He tells him that Viktor’s sorry, and that it’s not an ugly sketch.
But oh, it really is. Viktor scans the lines that form his figure. His Stammi Vicino outfit is sketched roughly, and so is his figure, but that’s it. The rest of the paper is covered in fierce black scribbles, almost like a dark cloud, and that cloud starts to merge with Viktor’s head, forming a ghoul-like face that looks absolutely miserable.
You don’t actually look like that! I mean, it was just how I saw you, Yuuri says, before his face turns even redder. Not that I think you’re ugly! Yo-you’re beautiful.
His words echo in Viktor’s mind.
It was just how I saw you. It was just how I saw you. It was just how I saw you.
Viktor gives Yuuri a smile. A real smile.
Don’t be sorry, Yuuri. You’re completely right.
yo waddup rmb my headcanon from before LOL well i wanted to write a short little drabble so here it is!
Starring Viktor as the Prince
Yuuri as Belle
Yuri as the Clock
Chris as the Candlestick
and other characters as the other household objects. And maybe JJ as Gaston.
There was once a vain prince named Viktor who loved anything beautiful. He especially loved the winter, for everything was pure and white and cold and beautiful.
Viktor’s vanity slowly took up the space in his heart, until kindness and compassion no longer had a place there.
Read more under the cut.
He turned away an ugly beggar who was really a powerful enchantress, sick of mortals and their greed, choosing to reward those who are good and punish those who are not.
Viktor becomes a hideous beast, and his servants become objects. he witnesses his fiancée look at him in disgust, running from him in fear, before losing all recollection of him.
The only way for the curse to be broken is for someone to truly love the beast before the ice fully melted off the frozen enchanted rose, and Viktor now believes… no one could ever love a beast. He falls into despair.
Viktor’s former self is forgotten by all; Now the people speak of a terrifying beast— with angry, beady eyes and long sharp canines that poked out his snout— hidden in the woods, waiting to eat little children who misbehaved.
he spends the first quarter of his sentence in anger, blaming the world for his misfortune. He is now the thing he never wanted to be, the thing he despised, for all of eternity, and he vents his rage and despair on his servants.
That rage soon turns into guilt after a few passing years. He can no longer face his servants, and he spends his life from then on even more alone than before. He can no longer bear to see himself in the mirror, so the ones that have not been shattered by him are taken away and covered in a chamber.
He resigns himself to being a beast forever, and suddenly the snow and the winter that he loved feels colder than before, and his once extravagant room feels a little roomier than before, and finally his heart which was once full of vanity feels… emptier than before.
He is a beast, and no one will ever love a beast.
Yuuri is a poor farmer’s boy in a little village who loves to read and to skate.
But fun and leisure and a better future are things for the fortunate. When you’re not a wealthy merchant’s son, you have no right to an education, and no place on the frozen lake in winter. Your place is in the barn, making sure your livestock survives the winter.
Even so, Yuuri’s parents give him an hour or two Everyday to head to the town’s only book keeper, and an hour more to read. When he’s done helping out at home, he gets yet another hour on the ice.
The town thinks the whole thing is atrocious, but Yuuri is happy.
But one day the richer children and their parents place a barricade around the frozen lake; only those who are able to pay the exorbitant fee are let in.
They spent good money hiring someone to make sure that only people of “similar lineage” are mingling with their children. The normal villagers do not help; serves Yuuri right for ever thinking he could be anything but a farmer’s son.
Distraught and frustrated, Yuuri runs into the woods. He isn’t doing that for no reason though. There are rumours that somewhere deep in the woods lies an abandoned castle, filled with riches and treasures, though no one has ever found it.
But somehow— and perhaps through magic— a path opens up in the forest, and another closes, and Yuuri heads down the only path he sees.
And he finds the castle.
He enters, and it is silent. The servants in their enchanted— or rather, cursed— forms stir, only to feel disappointed at the sight of a boy. That’s not what they need. They need a girl!
And so they do nothing as he searches for treasure, and do nothing still when he pockets a single gold ring (the ring of Viktor’s fiancée)— just as they did nothing when the young prince became spoiled and rotten.
Until they notice what it is he has taken. And suddenly the entire castle is up in arms, desperate to stop the boy.
Though, there isn’t a need for that, as Yuuri takes the ring back out his pocket. He can’t bring himself to take it, even if the castle has been abandoned for god knows how long.
But it is too late.
All Yuuri hears is a terrifying growl before something snags him and throws him into a dungeon.
He is frightened. He didn’t know the castle still belonged to anyone. Still, he believes that perhaps he can reason with the owner.
He asks for the owner to come into the light. Out steps Viktor, in all his monstrosity, and Yuuri is shocked by his appearance.
Viktor takes his shock for disgust, and yells at him in a moment of anger.
“YOU WILL NEVER GET TO LEAVE, THIEF.”
Yuuri is left alone, terrified and distraught. The servants realise they cannot watch an innocent boy be trapped here, just as they have been.
Chris (the candlestick) lets him out, and they let him out sneakily, and bring him to a frozen lake. Yuuri needs to leave from there, as Viktor’s room has a clear view of the path he came from.
Yuuri thanks them, and is halfway across the lake, when he hears a crack, and his own scream, before he’s engulfed in a pool of soundlessness and cold.
Viktor hears the scream as well, and bolts to the lake. The servants are circled around where Yuuri fell, helpless.
Without a second thought, Viktor jumps into the cold frigid waters, and grabs the human boy.
Before Yuuri loses consciousness he sees a paw reaching out for him, and eyes filled with such concern and depth and humanity. And then everything turns dark.
When he wakes up again, he sees the high ceiling of a room in the castle. The servants tell him what happened, and he finds himself looking for the beast who saved his life.
He finds the beast sick, with a high fever. Somehow, that only makes the beast seem more human than before to Yuuri, though the eyes that Yuuri remembers seeing is proof enough.
He nurses the beast back to health, and slowly, the two bond. He learns that the beast has a name: Viktor. And the beast learns that the human boy has one too: Yuuri. And that Yuuri also loves reading as much as he does. After all, books were the only solace for Viktor in the confines of his own loneliness.
When he feels better, he takes Yuuri to his library, and Yuuri is amazed.
He learns that Yuuri also loves skating, and after a few pushes from the servants, he takes him to the frozen lake after a beautiful dinner. (cue Tale As Old As Time)
Yuuri is awed. A whole lake, just for the two of them! Yuuri is hesitant at first, afraid that the same accident will repeat, but Viktor reassures him; if he falls, Viktor will always be there to rescue him.
And as the two skate together in the night, the moonlight illuminating the area and the ice reflecting it, the servants watch on in hope.
Because though Yuuri wasn’t the girl they thought they needed, and though the two may not have realised it yet, it is clear to everyone else who sees them. Slowly but surely, they’re falling in love.
WELL WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT AU PLOT IDEA THINGY TURNED SUPER LONG.
I just watched beauty and the beast two days ago and I’ve been DYING to do this. Am I the only one obsessed with Evermore (the beast’s song)? I might just write a full length fic just to have Viktor singing that. And also, I am a huge wuss but I already teared up at the very beginning where Belle’s Father was singing How Does A Moment Last Forever.
Once again, with all my AU plots, I might end up making this an actual fic, though I’m not sure since I’m still working on my original one right now! SO please do not use this (obv I don’t own BATB, so free game, but like the specific details were thought up by me!)looking bk at this a year later oH MY GOD I WAS ANNOYING LMAO FEEL FREE TO WRITE ID LOVE TO READ IT LMFAO LOOK @ ME POLICING IDEAS LMFAOOOO
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okay so I just saw @butleronice ’s galactic!au and I’m so obsessed I HAD to write a short fic.
disclaimer because I just did a quick 10 min shit Google job and don’t actually know a lot about stars and space, but red dwarfs tend to be dimmer than other stars, but live suuuuperrrrr long (like TRILLIONS OF YEARS), while comets tend to “die out” (naturally) after 10,000 years or so.
CUE ANGST??? This is such great material so (Here’s a short little thing bc I’m obsessed with this au)(read more below the cut)
The wait is long, so very long.
A few thousand years ago, a millennium was nothing to Yuuri. When you’ve lived as long a life as he has— and Yuuri, a red dwarf, has lived a long, loooooong time— that measly amount passes you by in a blink of an eye.
And yet, ever since a certain comet turned up spontaneously one day, a thousand years no longer seems quick. In fact, it’s slow. Heart-wrenchingly slow. A trillion years kind of slow.
And recently, the eternal wait has been even more painful than usual.
Yuuri’s seen it before; the life of a comet. It’s a tale he’s already sick of. Once in a while, comets like Viktor are born, and they travel across the universe, whizzing past planets and stars and all the heavenly bodies, until they reach him. They talk, they bond, they laugh, and then they say goodbye until the next time they meet.
Then one day, they just stop coming altogether.
After all, a star— a red dwarf of all things— will always outlive a comet. And one of the first things Yuuri has learnt is to never get attached to such fleeting lives; it just isn’t meant to be.
And yet, when it comes to Viktor, Yuuri is unreasonably, undeniably, and irrevocably bound to him.
And so, he waits. He waits in anticipation for the first couple of millenniums, and then he hits the halfway mark, and he waits with trepidation.
And now? Now, before his seventh meeting with Viktor, he waits with a sense of loss. If he could somehow, somehow, give a few trillion of his own useless years to Viktor, he would do so in a heartbeat. After all, what is the point of a long life when it’s spent alone?
He holds his breath, growing dimmer as years pass without sight. And then, a flash of a beautiful blue, and he’s overwhelmed with emotions, and burns with passion. He doesn’t know how much longer their dance can continue, even though he wishes it’d never end. But when he watches Viktor whirl and dance and leave behind this trail of magic and beauty, he finds himself free of worries in that moment. After all, Viktor is here.
…
There is a story my grandfather used to tell me about why a red dwarf star was called The Star That Grieved by so many.
A long, long time ago, before my grandfather or his grandfather or hisGrandfather was born, there was a certain red dwarf star that used to exist amidst the wide, wide universe. Now, this star wasn’t the brightest, or the biggest, or the most beautiful. But it was, however, the most peculiar, a strange existence, for one day, it seemed to awaken. What previously could never be seen with the naked eye from earth, suddenly shone with an incredible force, only to revert back to its original state after a while. From then on, once every millennium, this star would burn with such brightness that everyone would stare up at it in awe.
It stumped the scientific world— till this day one of the greatest scientific mysteries. No one could find a logical explanation for this occurrence. And so, the mythical tale of two lovers who could only meet every millennium was born and spread far and wide; a story of forbidden lovers.
Back then, that particular star was called the Lover Star, and legends said that if a couple kissed under the blessing of that star when the mythical lovers were reunited, they’d last forever and ever and ever.
But a couple millenniums after the Lover Star first appeared, it was gone. Astronomers and couples all had the date marked down on their calendars: 2002, February 14th. That was the once in a lifetime day the star would finally show itself once more.
And yet, before the expectant gazes and cameras, it disappeared.
Of course, not completely. It was still there, if you looked with a telescope. But never again did it ever bring the same phenomenon it did every thousand years. And when the scientific world once again couldn’t find an explanation, a new tale was born— one of tragedy and heartbreak.
So iconic was that star, that ever since then, every red dwarf that came into existence was known as The Star That Grieved.
Ahhhhh I hope I did your AU justiceeeee, @/butleronice!!! I didn’t intend on writing something this long, but it’s just such a beautiful concept, and your art really does convey this… ethereal(???) beauty surrounding the characters… I read an ask where you mention it was alright to write a fic about your au so I hope this was alright with you!!!
JJ's performance in episode 11 is so crucial in helping Yuuri move forward.
So I was really surprised when JJ choked in ep 11. If there was one person who I never thought would crack, it was JJ. I expected consistency from him, so when he messed up I was SUPER shocked.
And that’s the point.
Remember this scene from the same episode where Yuuri reacts to failing his jump? After executing a near perfect performance?
This is the look of someone who’s just… so angry at himself for failing. Someone who’s thinking “wow you’ve fucked up the year before and this year you have Viktor by your side and YOU STILL FUCK UP.”
Yet in episode 12 that’s no longer a prominent issue. You no longer see him terrified of failure, and you can tell that watching JJ gave him the insight that he needed.
This is him realising that even the most seemingly infallible are fallible. That they can and will cave in to the pressure from time to time, and that it’s okay.
And this is him realising that he’s NOT a failure. That he’s not some pathetic loser to everyone for messing up that jump.
And finally here’s where he finds a bit more confidence in himself and self-worth. Here’s where Yuuri realises that messing up does not undermine every other success he’s had, that it does not define him. That he failed at one jump, but he also succeeded at every other, and was brilliant enough to be one of the final six.
Here’s where he realises that he failed, and that he can forgive himself for that.
Title: Colours
Author(s): @viktor-nkfrv
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Street artist Katsuki Yuuri wakes up to find that his wall art has been altered by the famous Viktor Nikiforov. From there, the two get to know each other despite having never met face-to-face, for a picture speaks a thousand words.
Now also on AO3 here.
Read the full one shot under the cut. (Cut doesn’t work in the original post on mobile, but WILL work once reblogged!!)
Never in his 24 years of living did Katsuki Yuuri think that he’d ever even meet his inspiration, Viktor Nikiforov. After all, being a dime-a-dozen street artist in Tokyo wasn’t anywhere near being a world renowned painter, whose work fetch millions; They’re in the same world, yes, but so far apart nonetheless.
And yet, there he stood, staring at what is undeniably Viktor Nikiforov’s work, layered above his.
Over the years, Yuuri had developed a habit of taking his work outside. He had wanted to work on a bigger canvas, but being a street artist didn’t guarantee him enough income to feed himself, let alone get a canvas that large, and so he took to the streets in search of a free place to start his masterpiece.
From then, the streets of Tokyo became littered with his work, the walls and concrete of the town turning into his own personal portfolio – that is, if he ever signed any of them. Despite this, they were never removed; the overwhelming support from locals and tourists alike stopped that from happening, and city officials had decided it’d be good for tourism to brighten up the place.
Truth is, Yuuri wasn’t confident enough to put his name on his work. Somehow, the thought of everyone knowing it was him who made those paintings scared him. If something ever went wrong, if he ever made something no one liked, everyone would know who to blame, and his already non-existent reputation would become something worse. He’d become infamous, notorious for being a terrible artist. How’d he face anyone then?
But right now, none of that was important. Yuuri was having a mental meltdown, because it seemed like Viktor Nikiforov had not only seen one of his recent paintings, he’d even altered the thing.
Those strokes, he thought as his hands brushed the outlines. That distinct style… there’s no way it’s not him…
In his mind, he knew logically that the work undoubtedly belonged to Viktor Nikiforov. As his biggest fan, Yuuri knew exactly how he painted, the details that no impersonator could mimic. It also helped that his circle of artist friends had sent a link to a news article in their group chat.
VIKTOR NIKIFOROV LANDS IN JAPAN FOR ‘EVANESCENCE’ EXHIBITION
It had to be him. Yuuri knew that his exhibition was today. Heck, he had bought tickets to it tonight, and so Viktor must’ve been here within the last day. And while Yuuri was feeling embarrassed that his idol had seen his work, he couldn’t help but focus his attention on what image laid before him.
What was originally a close up painting of a tiger’s eyes became so much more than that. Yuuri had intended to display both the beauty and the danger of it, and chose a vivid blue shade, flashing with ferocity. And yet, with a few strokes of his brush, Viktor NIkiforov managed to transform what now seemed like a shallow story to Yuuri into one of great depth.
Reflected in the tiger’s eyes was the silhouette of a human, a spear clearly depicted. Yuuri’s eyes shifted to where another change had been made.
THE EYES OF A PREDATOR SOLDIER
Yuuri was excited. Somehow, some way, a part of him felt like Viktor Nikiforov would’ve done something to his other works too. After all, his closest piece was right down the street, and also… something in his gut told him to revisit all his old works. The thought sent tingles down his spine, it almost felt like a collaboration.
As Yuuri visited more and more of his works, his smile grew wider and wider till his cheeks ached from grinning so much. Each wall made him feel all sorts of emotions, some making him go silent in thought, others touching his very core, and many making him burst out laughing. The walls told the story of his life, for whenever Yuuri experienced something, he felt the need to put it down on paper – or in this case, walls. Viktor visiting them all was like letting him see right through his facade, and him altering them was much more intimate. And yet, Yuuri didn’t really mind.
In one where he’d painted some crows in the sky, Viktor Nikiforov had done a playful doodle of rats sitting atop them, with dialogue to boot. Yuuri would’ve never known that his idol had such a fun side to him had it not been for this.
In another, he’d painted his poodle after its death. If he were being honest, he’d never really gotten over the death of his dog. He took it hard, and the only way he ever knew to express himself was through painting, and so the same night he’d gotten the bad news, he headed out to paint a portrait of his dog.
R.I.P. VICCHAN
↳ interesting name c:
Yuuri buried his head in his hands after reading Viktor’s comment. If he only knew I’d actually named it after him. He looked up again, his eyes glancing over the familiar face of his Vicchan. He wondered if Viktor had chosen to skip this one, when he noticed it at last.
Vicchan’s eyes were closed.
Where his beloved dog’s gentle chocolate eyes once were, Viktor had painted over them and redrawn them closed. The image now showed a different Makkachin, one not quite as alive, yet not quite… not alive. He looked somewhere in between, eyes closed gently, as if he were just in a deep sleep. Then, in a barely noticeable brown, one only a few shades darker than Vicchan’s fur in the painting, he’d written two words that reduced Yuuri to tears.
let go.
Yuuri couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst out crying, crouching by the wall. He’d never been able to tell anyone. After all, what was he going to say? I’m sorry but it’s been years and I can’t get over my dead dog and I’m an emotional wreck over it? That he sometimes laid awake wondering if Vicchan was afraid, where he was? It sounded stupid even to his own ears.
After sobbing for a good twenty minutes in the streets, his tears gradually stopped, and his breathing slowly stopped hitching. He felt a strange calm, slightly different from the usual numbness that came after crying your heart out. He gazed once more at Vicchan’s image, and felt like he was a step closer to coming to terms with it. It was just a peaceful slumber, just like what Vicchan loved.
The sky slowly turned from a light candyfloss pink to a deep and intense red as Yuuri continued on his way.
When he reached the last wall, his heart caught. This wall, this wall was one he’d started when he was in a terrible place in his life. He was struggling with Vicchan’s death, and struggling with the fact that he had to struggle, that he’d left his hometown in Hasetsu to pursue his pipe dream of being a famous artist in Tokyo, and yet, fast forward a few years, and he wasn’t anywhere ahead of where he’d started. Depressed, tired, and plain worn out, he’d done what he always did: Paint.
On this wall, he’d drawn a figure free falling off a building. On the ground, he’d drawn a black silhouette of the same figure, one that could’ve been seen as a shadow, or as he’d intended, the body slumped on the ground.
And yet, the shadow now had new extensions. Attached to it were wings, so large they stretched across the ground in a magnificent display. Right blow the figure was another, arms stretched out, as if reaching out to catch the falling one.
Yuuri found himself in tears again. He wasn’t sure how he still had it in him to cry, but he did, though this time it was less messy. His heart wrenched in pain, yet it felt like a load had been taken off his shoulders, like he’d been freed from something. On the bottom of the wall was a question.
WHO ARE YOU?
Yuuri wiped his remaining tears away. He wanted to give a response, wanted to answer the man who’d done so much for him with just his words and his art. He knew immediately that he’d paint something. It was their language, the thing that connected them. But he didn’t know what to paint.
Bzzt. Yuuri jumped when he felt the vibration in his pocket. He reached for his phone, bringing it up to read.
Yuuko: YUURI WE’RE AT THE EXHIBIT WHERE ARE YOU???
Yuuri released a breath in surprised. He’d completely forgotten. He texted back a quick reply, picking up his things and rushing to the exhibition building. He knew he’d find inspiration there; Viktor always inspired him.
When he got there, his attention was immediately drawn to a single painting. It was the centerpiece, the main focus of the exhibition, and Yuuri could see why. It was a painting of a man, only his back showing. His hair was a familiar silver, and around him were flowers and streaks of the most vibrant and beautiful shades. Purple and red surrounded him, and the streaks looked like the wind if it had colours. Despite that, the back of the figure looked… small. As if it was feeling none of the warmth from the colours, as if it were… alone.
Yuuri glanced at the plaque at the side, but there was no description, only a title.
Stammi Vicino, Stay Close to Me.
Yuuri felt his heart clench. His fingers itched to paint, as if all the energy in his body was flowing towards his hand and then to his finger tips, with no way to escape but through a brush. He bolted out the building, ignoring his friends calling after him. He had to paint, and he had to paint now. Before the image left his mind, before he forgets exactly what he wants to express and how to do it.
He rushes towards the wall directly in front of the building. He looked around. It wasn’t a very busy street, and it was late as well. The ones who’d walk past would surely do so because they were heading to the exhibition, and they were already inside the building. Perfect.
He set down his bag, took out his supplies, and got to work. He started by tracing the image in his mind. A back, this time broader, stronger… silver hair… Once done, he painted streaks of purple and red, this time mixing in blues and blacks, surrounding and enveloping the figure.
They say that an artist’s work always tells their story. It was true for Yuuri, and something told him that it was the same for Viktor. If so, Yuuri wanted to do something for him. To show him that the bond they’d form the past few hours through an exchange of paintings and words was real, that he wasn’t alone. If a picture spoke a thousand words, Yuuri hoped with all his heart that his would speak that and so much more.
Finally, he drew the wings. Great, large, magnificent wings. They were so large they could’ve reached one end of the wall to the other if they were spread, but Yuuri didn’t want that. They looked best, surrounding the figure, pulling him into an embrace.
I’M HERE.
Yuuri writes, and stares at his work. For the first time in a long while feels pride, and proceeds to write something he’s never written before.
YUURI KATSUKI, 2017.
As he leaves, he prayed to the gods that his message would get through to Viktor, that it’d help him the way Viktor’s had helped him.
Yuuri had intended the painting for Viktor’s eyes only. He should’ve expected it, but painting something of that scale right in front of an art exhibition building was far from inconspicuous. Within a day, the painting had blown up, and his information had been leaked to websites. He’d made it easy, after all, with his signature clearly written at the bottom.
He was happy that he’d gotten the recognition, but the crowds made it hard for him to revisit the painting, and harder for him to communicate with Viktor. Still, he hoped that Viktor responded, and so made his way to the painting in the middle of the night at 3AM, where he was sure no one would still be there.
As he turned the corner, he saw a figure, and almost groaned out loud. Even now?
He was just about to leave when he saw the familiar side profile, and the way the man’s silver hair shone under the light from the streetlamp. Viktor was silent as he gazed at the image, his face not revealing the overwhelming emotions he was feeling inside. Yuuri stayed rooted to his spot, in awe and shock. He wanted a response, but he didn’t think he’d come face-to-face with the man!
“V-Viktor…” He breathed out unknowingly.
Seemingly not startled at all, Viktor turned towards Yuuri, and his eyes lit up in recognition. Slowly, a soft smile crept onto his face, his eyes softening into a melting pot of sapphire.
“Yuuri,” he murmured, “I think you and I have a lot to talk about.”
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On Why Viktor Was Absolutely Smitten at the Banquet
So I was rewatching YOI (as you do c;) and noticed this scene:
Seem familiar?
Viktor had a very similar first proper interaction with both Yuris, and both of them had said startlingly similar things. With how much Kubo-sensei loves parallels, I don’t think this is any coincidence either.
Viktor being completely enthralled by Yuri made me squeal and make inhuman noises 5AM in the morning, but I never really quite understood what exactly it was about what Yuuri had said that touched him so deeply.. until now.
What Yuri had asked of Viktor was a skating routine – Viktor just had to choreograph it, and hand it over to Yuri. Granted, he’d have to teach him, but it’s simply a passing of skills and his skating expertise to someone else. What Yuuri had asked of Viktor was for him to be his coach. A coach doesn’t just teach.
Yuuri had essentially said that he wanted Viktor’s time and commitment– that he wanted Viktor himself, by his side [as i type this I realise that Viktor taking Yuuri’s words to mean that he’s asking for him to stay by his side, would explain why Yuuri performing his routine ‘Stay Close To Me’ would’ve been seen by Viktor as a reference and reiteration of his request at the banquet!]
Yuri asked for a routine. Yuuri asked for Viktor.
GOD this anime is so beautiful and well thought out that it does THINGS TO MY HEART. .
