"What You Mean to Me" of Finding Neverland OST for victuuri please~
i know nothing about finding neverland so have some stardust-themed nonsense instead
It’s a balmy evening out on the Quad Axel. The stars are twinkling in the sky like little gems in black velvet, and the sky-ship is floating through a calm sea of clouds, sails billowing gently in the night breeze. Up here at this level it’s still fairly cold no matter how warm the summer night’s supposed to be, though, so Yuuri is quick to throw on a thick coat as he joins his crew on the deck.
The star they had rescued – Viktor, he says his name is – is chatting with Leo, his eyes sparkling like his celestial brethren in the skies above. As Yuuri gets closer, he hears that the topic is about music and dancing up among the stars, and for a moment his heart aches with the reminder that Viktor is terribly far from home, searching for a way to return.
A way to return that Yuuri is growing, with each day, less enthusiastic in finding. But a promise is a promise. Viktor said he’d grant him his heart’s desire if Yuuri could restore him to the night sky, and Yuuri is a man of his word.
Still, his heart pounds all the more traitorously as he watches Viktor demonstrate a couple steps of some celestial quadrille, his long silvery hair gleaming and swaying as he turns. The other members of the crew have turned to watch, their eyes wide with appreciation as Viktor continues to dance. Even Yuuri’s irritable and usually unimpressed kitchen boy, Yurio, seems unable to pick his jaw off the deck.
Viktor seems to notice that he has an audience, and shuffles bashfully to a stop, his hands falling to his side. “It’s just something silly,” he says with a toss of his head, and Yuuri wonders vaguely how he could have ever written off the man as anything short of absolutely enchanting before.
“It looked good,” he says, the words slamming out of him half-shy, and the crew turns to gape at him as well. “You dance well.”
“Do you dance, Captain Katsuki?” asks Viktor sweetly. Yuuri feels his ears burn as he nods, and the warmth only spreads to his face as the star extends his hands. “Dance with me, then.”
“Sorry?” asks Yuuri.
“Come on, Yuuri,” teases Viktor, his posture sliding into something much more coy. Yuuri takes in his loose white shirt, his ridiculously tight brown trousers – all part of the effort to hide his celestial nature, and all failing in this moment because he is gleaming far too bright to be human – and feels him drawing forward almost unconsciously anyway, his hand coming to rest around Viktor’s waist as he takes his other hand.
“We’re going to need music,” he says, more of a statement than anything, but Leo and Otabek and Guang-Hong produce an accordion, a fiddle, and a flute, and suddenly the sweetest, brightest music is filling the air around them with its golden spell. Yuuri steps forward, Viktor steps back, and suddenly they’re flying together across the deck with no barriers or misunderstandings between them for once.
“You’re a natural,” remarks Viktor, his voice half breathless as Yuuri spins him out of his arms.
“I used to dance more when I was a child,” explains Yuuri a little gruffly. Viktor laughs as he spins back into Yuuri’s arms, his own arms coming around to circle Yuuri’s neck, his breath tickling Yuuri’s ear.
Yuuri’s heart stutters at the sight, but he tamps it down as they continue in their dance. For a moment, he forgets about the promise, about the threat of the witch Georgi trying to consume Viktor’s heart, about the prospect of losing Viktor forever no matter where their paths lead them. For a moment he can just exist in the present, in Viktor’s arms as the star takes the lead and lifts him with a joyful laugh.
Yuuri can’t help but smile, too, his hand gently cupping Viktor’s cheek. The star leans into it, his eyes closing briefly before he cedes the lead to Yuuri again. Sensing the end of the song coming up, Yuuri sweeps Viktor into a dip, his hands firm against Viktor’s back as he tries (and fails) to tear his gaze from the glowing brightness of Viktor’s throat.
But then they straighten up, and Viktor’s preternatural glow fades from his skin as he returns to his attempt at passing as human, and Yuuri misses it immediately. He looks up into the star’s keen blue eyes, his mouth suddenly impossibly dry.
Viktor turns away, a little flush dusting his cheeks. “Um, maybe I should go,” he says quietly, and Yuuri watches him slip away from the dance with his own heart hammering in his throat.