“Simple attraction has gained weight and momentum and it's plummeting down with frightening speed, drawn by a gravity that Yuuri has never known, never touched nor seen nor imagined. It comes without warning: sunshine slanting through a film of dust, pollen caught in his fingertips right before the collision. By the time he realises, it is far too late. It's something making a home in his heart before he even registers it, simultaneously destroying and rebuilding him in the midst of his own confusion, and Yuuri finds he cannot mind it, cannot hate something so intrinsically beautiful when even the outline of footprints over his heart is illuminated by psychedelic colour. It's faint warmth trapped between two palms, smoothed over two decades of grisaille worn into a montage of every reason why he should not open his heart. The light redirects itself, straightens its aim and extracts the penumbra from behind Yuuri's indecision.
Surely, it's the easiest and most naturally he’s ever fallen for another person, if not the very first time. Even the impossibility of their having a romantic relationship cannot deter the happiness that this lends him, and Yuuri should be afraid - but he’s not. Anything. He will take anything if it’s with Viktor.“
Constellations of me and you by theargonaut. 21738 words (Complete). Rated T.
Oh God, where do I even start with this fic. This here is straight up literature, words cannot comprehend how beautifully, and well done this fic was. Exploring the flimsy thing that was Yuuri and Victor’s relationship to the beautiful point it reached in the Cup of China, this fic is the slow burn that we all desperately want. It breathes realism and beauty into Yuuri and Victor’s characters that makes them seem unbearably human.
