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Day 7 of Otabek Altin Week! Happy birthday, you adorkable Kazakh sweetheart. Here’s a fic about Otabek training in the US and making friends with Leo.

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I got this done on time! 💪🏽 Done for Otabek’s birthday today and it’s also for prompt of the last day of @otabek-altin-week as well~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST BOY~~ 💚💚💚

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Otabek Altin week 2018, day 7: Free day!

Happy Halloween, everyone! And the happiest birthday to our man❤️🐻

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Happy Birthday Otabek! @otabek-altin-week

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They look like they are gonna either fight or make out any minute now.

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Happy birthday Otabek!!!!! I love you so much!!! I miss you :(

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Two mini-illustrations done for Otabek Altin’s birthday week.

Did you know that BBJ from Tiger and Bunny and Otabek Altin have the same birthday? They do!

So of course, I had to draw a crossover. Because I love the idea of otayuri T+B AU.

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((So like…I didn’t have time to draw or write tonight in between trick or Treating and drunk mario.

The plush pillow mask does nothing to hide the boobs. Happy birthday Beka!))

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Happy Birthday,  Otabek!!!

Love, Lisswish

2018

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This is a little something I drew for the Otabek’s birthday party my dear @mitty3000​ organised in Kyoto on the 31st of October! I wish I could have been there in person, but at least a part of me (and my heart) was there! :D 

And it goes really well with @otabek-altin-week || day 1 || Bad Boy ||

Some pics of the event under the cut! <3 thanks Mitty! <3

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Had fun with this piece, although in the end I had no idea where this was heading, but it turned out nice-ish? I’m going in reverse for Otabek Week just cuz XD

Otabek Altin Week Day 6: God of Victory

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Birthday to Remember

//And finally, Day Seven of Otabek Altin Week! The prompts were Birthday / Free Day, so I kind of did a bit of both - Otabek and Yuri have a little Halloween themed adventure on his birthday. I hope you enjoy!//

Skate Canada was over. They had both done well and medalled. Standing together on the podium had been great. They were both on their way to qualifying for the Final. Since his birthday was only a few days later, Otabek and Yuri had decided to stay in Canada for a few more days so they could celebrate his there. He was excited to spend some alone time with his boyfriend. There had been so much going on lately. It was going to be nice for it to just be the two of them.

“What is it you have planned, kitten?” he asked as they headed out of the hotel room. Both were bundled up tightly, the weather was clear and calm, but it was definitely cold. “We didn’t have to do anything. Just spending time with you is more enough for me.”

Yuri looked at him with a smile. “It’s your twentieth birthday. That’s huge. We need to do something,” he said. “I found a haunted house nearby that looks pretty cool. I thought we could go see that since it’s Halloween. Then maybe dinner and back to the hotel room?”

Otabek smiled. “Sounds good. Lead the way.”

Yuri led them about a mile away, looking at his phone frequently to make sure that he was leading them in the right direction. They seemed to have just opened, and there were only a few people in line. Otabek tried to pay for the tickets, but Yuri insisted that it was his birthday and that he was going to treat him. After that, they got in line.

They could screaming from the people going in before them, and Yuri was bouncing on his heels with excitement. As they went in, Otabek got behind him because the halls in the haunted house were a bit narrow. He set his arms on his hips as they walked in. It was set up as a medical center - different rooms as different places in a hospital. Only the actors were the patients, doctors, and nurses. Their makeup was all done up to make it seem twisted, deformed - as if the doctors and nurses had gone mad, and experimented, turning everything insane.

“This is fucking awesome,” Yuri whispered as they walked.

Just then, an actor dressed as a deranged patient came out from around the corner. Otabek felt Yuri jump.

“Come here! Stay a while!” The actor moaned as they kept walking. “Byeeee!”

Yuri laughed as they walked off, heading around the corner again. Sometimes when something jumped out at them, he would jump, but sometimes he didn’t. Every time there was something gross hanging on the walls or from the ceiling - and it was a fucked up hospital, so let’s be honest, that was pretty much everywhere - Yuri would comment on how cool it is.

“Hi,” Yuri said to one actor attempting to scare him. Otabek just chuckled, leading him away from the false exit and towards the real one.

As they got outside, Otabek asked him, “Did you have to say hi to them? They’re trying to scare you.” He moved out from behind him, clasping his hand and intertwining their fingers once more now that they were out of the haunted house.

“That’s why it’s fun.” He shrugged as they headed back down the road, heading towards the hotel again. “I jumped a few times.”

“More than a few,” Otabek smirked at him.

“Hey, they were jumping out at me! It’s not like I was scared; it’s a natural reaction!”

Otabek chuckled again. That was true enough, but he still liked to tease his kitten.

Once more, Yuri seemed to have a plan. About halfway back to the hotel, he took an extra right turn. Just around the corner was a restaurant - nice, and looked to be fairly reasonably priced while still nice. The line wasn’t long at all, despite it being dinner time. Most people were probably at home with their families or out celebrating on Halloween.

Yuri paid again and ordered dessert - cheesecake topped with strawberry. It was delicious, and after that, the two of them headed back to the hotel. Once they got there, Yuri turned to him and smiled. “I have one more present.”

Otabek raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

A light blush crossed Yuri’s pale cheeks. “Well, I wanted to wear this out and do a bit more, but it’s cold enough, and… while it’s not that bad for me, I don’t want to wear this outside.” He slipped into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a tight, black one-piece costume. He had on cat ears, and it hugged every inch of his body. “It’s just… a bit thinner than I thought. What do you think?”

“You look so cute, Yuri, I love it,” Otabek said as Yuri turned around, giving him a good view of how the costume hugged his legs and ass. “And I’d have to say I approve. It looks very good on you, but then again, everything does.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Yuri said with a smile. “It is your birthday, so I bought it for you.”

“Mmm, a present for me? How lucky am I?” Yuri chuckled, coming over towards him. As he neared, Otabek reached and grabbed him. The blond gave a light gasp before pressing himself against him. “Though, I think you put this on for nothing.”

Yuri chuckled again, running his hands up Otabek’s chest to his neck. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Because I’m about to take it off you.” With that, he gave his lover a searing kiss. If Yuri was his present, then he was definitely going to have fun enjoying that tonight.

Happy Birthday indeed.

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Day 4: AU / favourite ship

It’s not an exclusively Russian thing to remove the bone extension at an early age and it’s not something new. People have been dehorned for centuries, so they would not be judged by the hornless. Yuri’s history teacher told them how there were witch hunts for people who refused to have their horns removed in the last century and how radically they were treated. He grew up to think that having them is nothing less but disgusting, like every other Russian child. He was proud to not have horns. He was mean towards people with horns or dehorning scars. He regarded them as subhuman.

At least until he met Otabek. Otabek whom he insulted the moment he saw him, because Otabek has them. Big, curved, pointy, bone-white with a black tip. Massive and dangerous. And he wears them with pride. Otabek doesn’t care about the looks he gets in Russia or so many other countries in the world. Because it’s nothing bad to have them in Kazakhstan where he comes from - quite the opposite. In Kazakhstan horns are and have been a sign of strength and masculinity for millennia. When the Soviet Union was formed people in Kazakhstan, like in every other country, cut off their horns. But now that Kazakhstan is a free country with free people, growing them out is a symbol for a refusal of the social standards the former Russian oppressor forced upon them. In Kazakhstan boys keep their horns now, just because they can. And because no one can take that from them anymore.

When Yuri hears Otabek talk about his country with so much pride, he feels very guilty that back then when they first met he thought bad of Otabek. Because the truth is that Otabek is incredibly brave. The way the horns stretch out from his head, a wide curve like a crescent crowning him, makes Yuri’s chest feel tight. Otabek is different than anyone he’s ever met, not only because of his horns. His skin is tan with an olive shimmer, his eyes almond-shaped and black as the night sky. He has a nose ring, gold like his name, and he frowns, his eyebrows crinkled all the time, like he is full of doubt. Just that Yuri knows Otabek never doubts. It’s just what he looks like, dangerous and dark and handsome with those awesome horns.

-> MOW AU explanation blog entry

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Otabek Altin week 2018, day 6: God of victory

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Hey y’all I posted an Otayuri Halloween fic! This is for @otabek-altin-week free day! (although i’m a few hours early)

Preview:

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Nothing is set in Stone

((I am so SO tired. And I didn’t proofread. But here we are for Otabek Altin week to follow the prompt of God of Victory/Destiny.

Otabek isn’t sure what to strive for now.))

Destiny.

Otabek often found himself between thoughts when it came to the concept of destiny. He had thought he knew what his was - to win gold at the Grand Prix for his wonderful country, to take home a gold medal his parents could hang and show off at gatherings.

And after that? He would keep going. Keep winning, maybe, or retire from competition to skate in other events as a symbol of victory and perseverance. He didn’t know that he would ever feel the tingle to teach, to coach, but he could be an icon.

“Honey, look at that boy who sleeps next to you each night, he warms your soul - and isn’t that victory?” his mother had asked him when he lamented about his current standings after the Rostelecom Cup.

“Different kind of victory, mom.”

“But just as important,” she’d pressed.

She was wrong. At that point, it was the most important. At some point his focus had shifted, it must have been when he’d known he would see Yuri in Barcelona. Then his vision had been to meet him and befriend him, shortly after becomming to make Yuri his.

Well that he had done.

And as he had worked toward it, he’d wondered if Yuri was his destiny. Maybe loving him and making him feel valued was what he was meant to do. “Fuck, I feel like I’ve lived to be his everything.”  He’d drunkenly said that to JJ one night, and the teasing was mercilessly. It wasn’t until Otabek had a glitterbomb mailed to him that the guy had backed off.

Yuri was very important and a vital piece of his life. But Otabek realized, his destiny needed to be about himself, not about another person.

He needed a win in another part of his life. Figure skating was what he wanted, but Otabek reaalized more doors were opening along the way. It was with Yuri’s help he started to discover other hobbies, like writing lyrics and cooking various dishes. No, he wasn’t going to go winning an award for the way he cooked his lamb, but more and more opportunities seemed to come up with his tiger.

There was also DJing. Otabek wobbled sometimes on what he wanted to do there. “You got any big gigs soon?” Yuri would ask him every now and then.

Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. If he did, Yuri lit up and offered to wear outfits that ‘showed his ass real nice’ and then he’d dance around next to or in front of Otabek and be a total distraction. That made his gigs more fun though. Otabek had enjoyed DJing for a while, it was like being in a whole other reality in the clubs, but it was decidely better with his boyfriend enjoying his skill.

The DJ life was built on word of mouth, on a good reputation, and Otabek was in good standings in the Russian community. But as it was club life, the others Otabek bumped elbows with sometimes indulged in hard drugs and shit decisions. Otabek wasn’t really interested in fucking things up for himself when everything was going so right.

“What do you think your destiny is?” he’d asked Yuri once while stroking his hair in the sweaty afterglow of hard sex.

“At the moment I think it’s to ride that dick,” Yuri quipped, but it sounded tired.

“No, I really mean- ah, nevermind.”

“I don’t know. Be at the top of the skating world and be known for being better than Viktor. Retire on a beach and donate a lot of money to cats. All while riding that dick.”

Well, that was as serious an answer as he was going to get out of Yuri after having his way with him, so Otabek just rolled him over to kiss him and see about another round.

Did he need to have a destiny? The thought flashed once briefly before Otabek scowled and dismissed it. Not everyone did, but he knew he did. Otabek was driven to do something that would make people think about Kazakhstan, recognize the strength and beauty of his home country.

He hoped it would be skating. “If not skating, what do I do with myself?” he whispered to Potya as he sat up in bed another night. Yuri was in a deep sleep next to him, that time wiped from practice. Potya closed her eyes in the kitty form of a kiss as she rested on his thighs with a loud purr.

Otabek stroked her little head. “I will do my best to win gold. I was always try. But if not there…” He looked at Yuri briefly. Yuri, who adored him more than he’d ever dared to hope even when he pursued him. “I do have gold…”

Well, that brought him no closer to his answer.

He supposed there was no direct answer. Life was a bumpy and exciting motorcycle ride, there were detours he hadn’t planned on and cool pit stops that weren’t on any map.

The only thing he was sure of was that his destiny was not predetermined. And so, he’d have to accept that.

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‘Dirty’ - (YOI Fanfic) (complete)

Title: Dirty  

(Chapter 8 of 8) complete

Ao3 Link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16397783/chapters/38384315

Rating: Explicit 

Pairings:  Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky    Mila Babicheva/Yuri Plisetsky    Otabek Altin/Mila Babicheva    Otabek Altin/Mila Babicheva/Yuri Plisetsky endgame Otayuri

Summary:    Happy Birthday, Otabek!  

Honestly, Otabek needs to learn not to trust the Russians – maybe he’ll do that next year. Let’s just let the man enjoy the lead up to his birthday and his birthday this year ;)

Between the Olympics, Yuri’s birthday, and Skate America – 7 moments, interconnected, where honestly, someone needed to be watching Yuri. How has no one figured out that boy needs a babysitter – and that is how Otabek’s birthday ended up being freaking awesome.

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Day 6: god of victory / destiny

Six of Wands : Completion, Good news, Reward and recognition, Success, Triumph