Ok, so I’ve been sitting on this doodle for literal WEEKS and not being able to finish it, but following today’s Yuri!!! on Concert announcement, I just had to get this out there. I’m so beside myself, it’s not even funny.
Yuuri vision clears through the dust and his heart soars.
“Victor!”
He’s almost unrecognizable. His clothes are gone, replaced by silver wings and feathers that are singed and smoking along their edges, dark flecks of ash and tar smearing his normally rosy cheeks. His eyes never leave Yuuri’s, always drawing him in, always warm and sparkling and stunning, and Yuuri’s heart leaps, blood thrumming through his veins.
“Yuuri.” Victor’s voice cracks on his name but he holds out his arms wide, begging for Yuuri’s touch. Yuuri runs and trips into him, wrapping himself tightly around Victor’s strong frame as Victor sighs, arms curling around him firmly. Yuuri nuzzles into his neck, pressing into the soft, shimmering feathers, and lets out a sigh that shakes him to his core. “I’m sorry, Yuuri; I should have gotten here sooner,” Victor rambles, “I should have – ”
“You’re alive,” Yuuri cuts him off, leaning back just enough to look into Victor’s wide, impossibly blue eyes, “I thought…” The lump in Yuuri’s throat grows, choking his words, and Victor smile is small and heartbreaking as he pulls Yuuri back into his chest.
They hug tighter, and Yuuri feels the brush of Victor’s lips on his temple. “I’m here,” Victor’s voice rumbles through him and Yuuri’s surprised he can hear it over the steady beat of his heart. “I’ve got you.”
v-niliforov 
