vikoria

anonymous asked:

all this wedding talk has me thinking about what kinds of wedding dresses lesbian v+y would wear!!!!! or do you think they would wear suits? or one of each for the two ceremonies? aaaaaahhhhhh

Listen. Listen. Viktoria is a Useless Lesbian but she is also the definition of Get You A Girl Who Can Do Both. 

She and Yuri want to have both a traditional Russian Orthodox wedding and a Japanese Shinto-Christian hybrid wedding. Well, okay, mostly Viktoria wants this but Yuri plays along because she knows that Viktoria’s Orthodoxy is important to her and that it would make her parents Very Happy to see her in a white kimono. She’s happy to do it for the people she loves even though she would probably be just as happy getting married in the clerk’s office with the next people in line acting as their witnesses. 

So the Russian wedding is the aformentioned Big Fat Russian Wedding. Viktoria wears an A-line ballgown with a cathedral-length train and veil, sweetheart neckline and full-length lace sleeves with finger loops. Yuri’s favorite picture of Viktoria in this dress is a picture of her standing in front of a row of prayer candles, head tilted down with the long line of her neck leading into the sweet lace of her dress, train swirled around her. It took the combined efforts of Chris and Phichit to get the train just right, and for most of the pictures Viktoria stayed in one place and everyone else just kind of traded places around her.

(For this wedding, Yuri wears a less ornate but no less beautiful all-lace empire waisted gown with full-length butterfly sleeves and royal blue detailing on the hem matching the lacing on her veil.)

On the other hand, for the Hasetsu wedding–Yuri’s mother has been praying for this day since Yuri was born. By the time Yuri came along, Hiroko had already accepted nine-year-old Mari for the beautiful and strong asexual aromantic she would someday grow up to be, but Yuri has been so wonderfully and desperately romantic all her life. Hiroko has been pining for wedding bells since the moment Yuri’s eyes met Viktoria Nikiforova’s through the screen of their television and gasped so loud that people from two rooms over came running to see what had happened. 

The second Hiroko is informed that Yuri and Viktoria are to be married, Hiroko takes Yuri with her to Fukuoka and has a Kimono designed for her. She burns the receipt so Yuri can’t somehow figure out how much it costs and reconstitute into a wailing puddle of goo. 

It, like her wedding dress, has royal blue detailing in the form of beautiful blooming flower patterns. The combination of blue and white makes Yuri wonder what her mother thinks she and Viktoria did on their wedding night after the ceremony in Russia (Or, for that matter, in all those hotel rooms during the figure skating season), but she isn’t going to ask. 

Viktoria, however; Yuri was half-expecting Viktoria to wear the same wedding dress again, which Yuri would have been fine with. She enjoyed everything about it the first time Viktoria wore it–even all the shuffling she had to do to avoid stepping on the train, and especially the part where she got to help Viktoria pile it up onto her butt in a bustle and groped her new wife in the backseat of a limo for twenty minutes.

However, on the day of, Viktoria meets Yuri outside Yu-Topia to walk to the shrine in an impeccably-tailored tuxedo with tails and a black bowtie and a pair of sky-high Louboutin pumps. Vikoria is almost six foot barefoot, so wearing shoes that tall is rare for her, but Yuri, who’s tottering along in slippers and well over twenty pounds of fabric while having horror-visions of her pure white headdress falling off her hair and into the dirt, feels her mouth go dry. Other parts of her anatomy are far from dry, but that’s neither here nor there. Viktoria’s hair is all combed over to one side, in a hairdo that’s somehow both delicate and masculine at the same time.

They meet halfway and Hiroko, thankfully, catches on video the moment both of them whisper, “Wow,” at the same time.