#thehandsingsweapon

Presenting @handsingsweapon

“How did you know, with Mama?”

“What?”

Victor hates that he’s sitting here hundreds of miles away struggling to explain himself to his father of all people; his father who has always been a silly, empty-headed Romantic, the man who once decided he could pluck the Mariinsky’s rising star from the sky. There is still that air between his parents of something stolen, of a life his mother could have had if his father hadn’t come crashing into hers. Except Victor no longer thinks she regrets it the way she used to, when he was younger, a child who was too quick to pick up on her sadness. As a choreographer and a teacher she’s wanted the world over now, and anyone can look at Sofia, and see the way only the right decisions were ever made. “You decided you could spend the rest of your life with someone, once. How?”

Sergei exhales, and he’s quiet for so long a time that Victor scowls and checks his phone to see if he’s dropped the call. “Your mother’s very beautiful, and back then —“

“Lots of people are beautiful. Mama is difficult and sour and stubborn. How did you know?”

“I think you think I’m going to have a magical answer for you, Vitenka. Your mother and I would have had fine, lovely lives without each other.”

He needs to know, though. Victor bites the inside of his cheek and waits for an answer while Sergei tries to put his feelings into words. It’s a struggle. He can imagine that his father would much rather reach for a cello and play it. “… I knew all of those things,” Sergei says finally. “I saw in another person the shape of all the problems I was willing to have. I saw that I would not be perfectly happy for every day of my life. I saw that I would have arguments, and I would weather storms. I also saw that there would be mornings where everything would be luminous and clear, and times where my heart felt like it was too big for my chest, and I decided that those were the things I wanted.”

Victor is silent, looks down at his laptop where the video is paused and where several other browser tabs lay open, responsible for things like the airplane ticket he hasn’t quite purchased yet, Japan’s pet policies, and a google search for ‘yuuri katsuki hot springs japan.’

“Vitenka?” His father sounds worried.

Victor pinches the bridge of his nose and laughs. “I’m going to Japan,” he says finally. “People will talk. Tell mama —”

 Tell mama I needed to see about a boy.

 Tell mama I’m in love.

precious things by thehandsingsweapon. 124749 words (complete), not rated.

A very interesting look at what twenty years without ‘Love and Life’ might have looked like for Victor - from his birth to just after the end of season 1. The choices made in this fic are clearly very thoughtful and thought out. There is care and research woven into every facet of Victor’s family life, from his childhood to adolescence, and each detail makes everything feel very real.

lol I can’t draw people kissing but have some more fan fiction fan art! This time it’s the amazing victory scene from Yuuri!!! on Floor by  thehandsingsweapon!