#otabek altin scenario

[suvidrache]

I’m seeing Ice skating which means it’s gotta be Otabek from YOI

Ice Skating

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Otabek was a great figure skater. He learned how to skate and would skate professionally. If he wasn't on the rink skating, he was somewhere being a DJ for people. Sometimes, he was at home. He liked the quietness, and he liked his privacy. Skating was second nature to him, and he had won several awards and medals.

He met you on his way to DJ at some place. You needed a ride somewhere, and he felt like being nice. Normally, he wouldn't have gotten himself involved, but there was something about you that drew him to you. He helped you out and drove off to his destination. It wasn't until he was on his way home that he saw you again. You were standing on a street corner. It wasn't safe to be doing that.

“Hey, do you need a ride?”

“Yes, please. Thank you so much.”

“What are you doing out so late?”

“I was heading to my hotel. I just came here as a tourist. I'm not too familiar with the area.”

He didn't say another word, but he dropped you off at the location that you needed. He waited a minute. There was something about this situation that he couldn't quite place.

He watched you as you walked off into the distance and went inside the hotel. He shook it off and went on his way. He wasn't going to bother someone who wouldn't be staying long. It wasn't his place, and he wasn't going to see you again anyway. Eventually, he drove off into the night. Still, he couldn't help as his mind wandered back to the night with you.

He sat up in his bed and rubbed his face. It was too late in the night, but too early. He wandered around the house before deciding to get ready for the day. He needed something to do. Then he saw you again. It wasn't intentional. He was just trying to go about his life. He almost crashed his motorcycle. He almost flipped it. It didn't matter. He had come to a sudden halt. He wasn't expecting to see you again.

The days turned into weeks. The weeks turned to months. Eventually, he asked you out, and you accepted.

“Have you ever been ice skating?”

“No, I haven't. Have you?”

“Yes, I could teach you if you'd like.”

“Sure!” You said with a smile. You didn't mind trying something new for once. It gave you an adventure, and if you liked it, something you could both do together.

After getting you some ice skates, he stepped out onto the rink, as he had done many times before. He realized that you had never done this before, and you wouldn't move as easily as he would. He turned back to you and held his hand out for you to hold onto. You gratefully took it as you stepped onto the ice. You nearly slipped, but Otabek caught you.

“Thank you.” You said with a nervous laugh.

“No problem; I remember my first time skating.”

You stood up and held your arms out carefully, hoping that you wouldn't fall again as your heart thudded loudly in your chest.

“Here, like this.”

He said as he slid away from you. He wasn't close, but he was far enough away that you could watch him. His movements were slow and careful as he showed you how to move. He moved in next to you as you tried to copy his actions. He was there every step of the way, in case you needed anything.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

[yoiiswhatilivefor]

Anyone else have like ✨A M A Z I N G✨ yoi au ideas inspired by films and shit. But can’t write for shit to make fanfics and there being none already made for you to read, so instead makes the ideas into scenarios to fall asleep to or play in your head when listening the right type of music?- because S A M E

[terriblesportsimagines]

Yuri, Phichit, and Otabek when they accidentally trip fall on their crush harem anime style, female reader please

Hahaha so funny.  Also, guys that asked the lists, I will answer them!  I just didn’t want to spam non-asks too much :3

YuriPlisetsky

It happened almost in slowmotion.  One minute he was walkingtowards you, eager to talk to you (not that he would say that out loud) and thenext the edge of his shoe was hitting a crack in the sidewalk and he wasfalling forward, arms flailing.

“Yuri!”

Your call was the last thing heheard before he hit something soft and caught his balance.  It took him a few seconds to realize whathappened and when he did he immediately felt his neck up to the top of his headburn like he had a high-temperature fever. He jerked away from you, hand slapping over his mouth as he turned away,unable to face you.  “I-I-” He made adying whale sound.  “Sorry!”

Blushing, you nevertheless giggled,trying to ignore the squiggle in your belly and the desire to throw your armsaround him.  It was a littleembarrassing, considering where he landed, but you didn’t actually mind thatmuch.  “It’s fine, Yuri… it was anaccident.”

Yuri choked, wondering how the hellhe was supposed to look you in the eye now.  Now that he couldn’t forget how soft yourchest was, and how he wanted to bury his face right back there.

Shutup, fucking brain-

Because he wouldn’t face you, youhad to approach him and you did so slowly as not to spook him.  You touched his back and peeked around him,smiling gently.  “Don’t worry so much,”you said softly, catching his wrist and tugging it away from his face.  “There you are~  Shall we go? I’m really excited to go to the cat café!”

Yuri took a deep breath and tried towill away the heat in his face.  Itdidn’t work, but drawing more attention to it would only embarrass himfurther.  “Okay.”

He started walking away and you fellin step beside him, starting a conversation so he didn’t feel awkward anylonger.

PhichitChulanont

He fell artfully.  Too many years falling on the ice had taughthim how to fall without hurtinghimself.  He wasn’t even sure what he’dtripped over, only that one second he was walking towards you, and the next hewas falling.

He could have tried harder to fallto the side, and risk greater injury, but you were right there and it was an advantage he couldn’t help but take.  He collided with you hard enough to have youfalling backwards and you both ended up on a pile on the ground.  Thankfully, the ground was made up of softgrass – if it hadn’t been, he would have done everything in his power not todrag you down with him.

As it was, he landed on top of you,his cheek pressed against your heart, his belly pressed into the cradle of yourthighs.  You were soft and curved, andadmittedly, he probably didn’t scramble to get off of you as fast as he couldhave.  He soaked in the feeling for amoment, then set about propping himself up on his hands, which were situatedjust under your arms on either side of your chest.

“Sorry,” Phichit said sheepishly,with only a trace bit of pink in his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

You were adorably flustered, lyingon your back, staring up at him.  Youlook confused, like you didn’t know how you were supposed to react to thesudden invasion of your space.  Youweren’t angry, as far as he could tell, which was a good sign.

“Y-Yes,” you said on an inhale,blushing.

Socute~  He couldn’t help himselfreally.  He was totally in the fault, andreally, your relationship wasn’t quite as far along as he’d hoped, and thiskind of embrace was beyond you yet.  Still, he dropped a kiss on the tip of yournose and grinned.  “We’re still on forour date, right?”

Your cheeks puffed for a moment, butwhen he climbed off of you and held out a hand to help you up, you tookit.  “Of course.  It was… just an accident.”

Phichit just hummed, keeping a holdof your hand and leading you towards the restaurant he was taking you to.

OtabekAltin

You wondered how you were the onlyone that was embarrassed.

It was a freak accidents – somethinghappened in ridiculous harem anime, not in real life.  He’d been standing with you, chatting about aband you both liked, when someone had knocked into him from behind.  You watched, practically in slow motion, ashe collapsed forward, reaching for you out of instinct, and face planting rightbetween your breasts.  

You froze beneath him, acutely awareof his hands on your hips, and his cheek pressed against your left breast.  What did you do?  What should you say?  Did you shove him away?  Did you take advantage and hug him?

You wanted to hug him.

He caught himself surprisinglyquickly and straightened, the whole exchange taking maybe twenty seconds frompush to straighten. His expression was as blank as it always was, though, yourheart beat quick against your ribs when you saw a flash of something soft andtender in his eyes.  

“I’m sorry, are you okay?”

You were blushing, though you hatedto admit it, but you still managed to nod. “You caught most of your weight yourself, I’m fine.”

He nodded, his hands lingering onyour hips, thumbs stroking along your pelvic bone.  “Good,” he murmured, watching your faceclosely.

What was he looking for?  What did he see?  You forced yourself to meet hold his gaze,holding your breath as you tilted your head and whispered, “Otabek?”

He blinked, paused for a singlemoment then leaned forward.  “Forgiveme,” he murmured before slanting his lips over yours.

Oh. Oh.

[anime-closet-fan]

How that scene felt like

[metiredlr]

Yuri: you're so beautiful when you're breathing

Otabek: but I'm aways..

Otabek:

Otabek: oh

[mbruben-stein]

list of things I write and take requests for.

list of things I will write:

Scenarios.

Headcanons / HC (I only do four to seven characters.)

Boyfriend Scenarios.

Girlfriend Scenarios.

Dating would Include.

Match-up.

Soulmate.

Love stories

X Reader.

x pregnant character or reader.

Character X Character.

X They/Them reader.

X Male Reader

X Female Reader

Girl x Boy.

Boy x Boy.

Girl X Girl.

Yandere Alphabet

S/O Headcanons.

SFW Alphabet.

NSFW Alphabet 18+.

list of prompts writing request ideas and request:

Main Paige/list.

List of animes and characters that I write.

Snow White With Red Hair:

Zen Wisteria

Shirayuki

Kiki Seiran

Mitsuhide Louen

Obi

Mihaya

Kazuki

Ryuu

Raji Shenazard

Sakaki

Black Butler:

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive

Mey-Rin

Grell Sutcliff

Undertaker

Finnian

Bardroy

Pluto

Lau

Soma Asman Kadar

William T. Spears

Agni

Ronald Knox

Alois Trancy

Claude Faustus

Hannah Annafellows

My Hero Academia:

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Momo Yaoyorozu

Shoto Todoroki

Fumikage Tokoyami

Mezo Shoji

Denki Kaminari

Hanta Sero

Kyoka Jiro

Dabi / Touya Todoroki

Mashirao Ojiro

Eijiro Kirishima

Ochaco Uraraka

Tsuyu Asui

Mina Ashido

Himiko Toga

Tenya Ida

Toru Hagakure

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Amajiki

Nejire Hado

Hitoshi Shinso

Melissa Shield

Hawks / Keigo Takami

Eraser Head / Shota Aizawa

All Might / Toshinori Yagi

Midnight / Nemuri Kayama

Mr. Principal / Nezu

Ingenium / Tensei Ida

Tomura Shigaraki

One piece:

Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Nami

Nico Robin

Sanji

Shanks

Usopp

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Portgas D. Ace

Sabo

Dracule Mihawk

Inuyasha:

Inuyasha

Kagome

Koga

Sesshōmaru

Miroku

Sango

Kohaku

Shippo

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts:

Sariphi

Leonhart

Ilya

Anubis

Death Note:

l lawliet

Light Yagami

Near

Touta Matsuda

Misa Amane

Ryuk

Vampire Knight:

Zero Kiryu

Hanabusa Aido

Yuki Cross

Kaname Kuran

Senri Shiki

Takuma Ichijo

Akatsuki Kain

Kaien Cross

Ruka Souen

Toga Yagari

Ichiru Kiryu

Rido Kuran

Attack On Titans:

Eren Yeager

Levi Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Historia Reiss

Jean Kirschtein

Connie Springer

Hange zoe

Erwin Smith

Annie Leonhart

Sasha Braus

Moblit Berner

Reiner Braun

Marco Bodt

Bertolt Hoover

Ymir

Yu-Gi-Oh:

Yugi Muto

Seto Kaiba

Yami Yugi / Adam Moto

Téa Gardner

Joey Wheeler

Tristan Taylor

Mokuba Kaiba

Bakura

Avatar the Last Airbender. (Yes, I count this as an anime. This is because I really like it and love it. Sorry for the people who don't think it's an anime, but you can't change my mind.):

Aang

Zuko

Katara

Toph

Sokka

Ty Lee

Azula

Diabolical lovers:

Yui Komori

Reiji Sakamaki

Ayato Sakamaki

Laito Sakamaki

Subaru Sakamaki

Shu Sakamaki

Yui Komori

Kou Mukami

Ouran High School Host Club:

Tamaki Suoh

Kyoya Ootori

Kaoru Hitachiin

Hitachiin Hikaru

Haruhi Fujioka

Ritsu Kasanoda

Takashi Morinozuka

Violet Evergarden:

Gilbert Bougainvillea

Benedict Blue

violet Evergarden

Cattleya Baudelaire

Claudia Hodgins

Iris Cannary 

 The Ancient Magus’ Bride:

Chise Hatori

Elias Ainsworth

Lindel

Ruth

Silver

Assassination Classroom:

Nagisa Shiota

Karma Akabane

Hinano Kurahashi

Hinata Okano

Tadaomi Karasuma

Korosensei

Yuri on ice:

Yuuri Katsuki

Yuri Plisetsky

Victor Nikiforov

Mila Babicheva

Otabek Altin

Phichit Chulanont

Ben 10:

Ben

Gwen

Kevin

Rook Blonko

Ken

RWBY

Ruby Rose

Yang Xiao Long

Weiss Schnee

Blake Belladonna

Pyrrha Nikos

Lie Ren

Jaune Arc

Oscar Pine

Sun Wukong

Ozpin

Crow / Qrow Branwen

Tokyo Revengers:

Takemichi Hanagaki

Mikey/Manjiro Sano

Draken/Ken Ryūgūji

Takashi Mitsuya

Keisuke Baji

Chifuyu Matsuno

Hinata Tachibana

Kazutora Hanemiya

Akkun/Atsushi Sendo

Smiley/Nahoya Kawata

Angry/souya kawata

Emma Sano

Ran Haitani

Rindo Haitani

Shuji Hanma

Izana Kurokawa

list of movies and characters that I write.

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Rubeus Hagrid

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Remus Lupin

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Charlie Weasley

Sirius Black

Twilight:

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Jacob Black

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Sam Uley

Embry Call

Hocus Pocus:

Thackery Binx

Max Dennison

Rise of the Guardians:

Jack Frost

Bunnymund

Nicholas St. North

Tooth Fairy

Pitch Black

The Hobbit / The Lord of the Rings:

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Samwise Gamgee

Legolas

Fili

Kili

Thranduil

Frodo Baggins

list of Marvel movies / comics and characters that I write.

The Avengers:

Peter Parker / Spider-Man

Bruce Banner / Hulk

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Thor

Clint Barton

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Loki

T'Challa / Black Panther

Miles Morales / Spinn Spider-Man / Kid-Arachnid

Guardians of the Galaxy:

Peter Quill / Star-Lord

Rocket Raccoon

Gamora

Yondu

Groot

Drax

list of DC movie / Comics and characters that I write.

DC: 

Bruce Wayne / Bat-Man

Clark Kent / Superman

Diana Prince / Wonder Woman

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Jon Lane Kent

Selina Kyle / Catwoman

Zatanna Zatara

Tim Drake

Kara Zor-El / Supergirl

Suicide Squad:

Harley Quinn

Deadshot

Chato Santana

Tatsu Yamashiro

Teen Titans:

Damian Wayne / Robin

Raven

Koriand'r / Starfire

Victor Stone / Cyborg

Garfield Logan / Beast Boy

Jaime Reyes / Blue Beetle

Terra

list of shows and characters that I write.

Secrets Of Unfortunate Events:

Violet Baudelaire

Klaus Baudelaire

Quigley Quagmire

Isadora Quagmire

Lemony Snicket

Fiona Widdershins

Duncan Quagmire

Gravity Falls:

Dipper

Mabel

Wendy

robbie

The owl house:

Luz Noceda

Edalyn Clawthorne/ the owl lady

Willow Park

Lilith Clawthorne

Gus Porter

Amity Blight

Emira Blight

Edric Blight

Hunter/ the golden guard

Milo Murphy's Law:

Milo Murphy

Melissa Chase

Zack Underwood

Sara Murphy

Amanda Lopez 

Dakota

Balthazar Cavendish

TMNT/ Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012:

Leo/Leonardo

Raph/Raphael

Donnie/Donatello

Mikey/Michelangelo

Splinter/Hamato Yoshi

April O'nell

Cassey Jones

[scenarios-on-ice]

Scenario when they tickle S/O? (Otabek, Yurio, Seung-Gil, Viktor)

Otabek doesn’t really do it a lot, but he does it every once in a while, just to see s/o laugh. When he does, he makes sure not to tickle them too much, because he’s actually really ticklish and doesn’t want s/o to take revenge.

When Yuri tickles you, it means he’s in an amazing mood. But, it also means you’re not getting off the hook for a while longer. Because when he tickles s/o, he tickles s/o.

Honestly, Seung Gil likes tickling s/o much more than you’d originally assume. He won’t necessarily do it on a daily basis, but definitely every few days. It always makes him happy to see s/o laugh, and he wants to see it often.

Tickle fights are a regular thing with Viktor. You can bet they occur at least once a day. Of course, they’re always accompanied with cuddle sessions, which are his way of apologising.

[kingfisherunion]

The Misadventures of Katsuki Yuuri and The Brothers Plisetsky

By SnarkyBreeze

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

Characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Otabek Altin, Katsuki Yuuri, Christophe Giacometti, Yakov Feltsman

Additional Tags: Con Artists, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe, Fluff and Angst, Adventure & Romance

Language: English

The brothers Plisetsky, orphaned at a young age, begin performing confidence tricks as young children; Yurio dreams up elaborate scenarios and his younger brother, Viktor, creates trust with the marks.

Twenty-five years later, the brothers are the world’s most successful con men, determined to pull one final, perfect con: one where everyone involved gets exactly what they want.

Their mark? Katsuki Yuuri—a rich, socially-isolated heir who is just itching for an adventure.

Read on Ao3

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[chibicrow]

Natsumeme’s OTP Master List

Behold: the product of nearly the past seven hours of today lmao. 

So my Twitter fam was interested in seeing an OTP Master list after I asked “hey should I make one?” I actually only did this in the event I reblog one of those writing memes where it’s like “write your OTP in this scenario with these tropes” and people . . . actually know what my OTPs are and don’t have to guess at it lmao. 

Without further ado, check under the “read more” for my comprehensive list of OTPs. 

Boku no Hero Academia

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Uraraka Ochako x Tsuyu Asui Ashido Mina x Hagakure Tooru Hagakura Tooru x Ojiro Mashirao  

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku   Kirishima Ejirou x Bakugo Katsuki   Yaoyorozu Momo x Jirou Kyouka   Yaoyorozu Momo x Todoroki Shouto  

Cardcaptor Sakura

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Kinomoto Sakura x Syaoran Li

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Kinomoto Touya x Tsukishiro Yue

Cardfight!! Vanguard

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Sendou Aichi x Kai Toshiki   Katsuragi Kamui x Sendou Emi   Mitsusada Kenji (KOUTEI) x Usui Yui  

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Olivier Gaillard x Sendou Aichi Olivier Gaillard x Kai Toshiki   Tokura Misaki x Usui Yuri Tokura Misaki x Tatsunagi Kourin   Tokura Misaki x Kai Toshiki   Mitsusada Kenji (KOUTEI) x Kai Toshiki  

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Narumi Asaka x Suzugamori Ren   Kai Toshiki x Suzugamori Ren  Tatsunagi Kourin x Sendou Aichi Souryuu Leon x Sendou Aichi  

Cardfight!! Vanguard G

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Shindou Chrono x Shouji Kazuma Ibuki Kouji x Anjou Mamoru   Kai Toshiki x Sendou Aichi Anjou Tokoha x Okazaki Kumi   Yumizuki Luna x Chouno Am  

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Okazaki Kumi x Shindou Chrono Yumizuki Luna x Shindou Chrono

Durarara!!  

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Celty Sturluson x Kishitani Shinra

Fruits Basket

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Honda Tohru x Sohma Kyo Honda Tohru x Sohma Yuki

Fullmetal Alchemist  

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye

Hanasakeru Seishounen

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Kajika Burnsworth x Li Ren Fang Kajika Burnsworth x Mahati Sheik di Raginei

Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Ryuugu Rena x Maebara Keichi  

Kimi ni Todoke

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Kuronuma Sawako x Kazehaya Shouta   Yoshida Chizuru x Sanada Ryuu

Natsume Yuujinchou

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Natsume Takashi x Tanuma Kaname

Ouran High School Host Club

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Fujioka Haruhi x Tamaki Suoh Fujioka Haruhi x Hitachiin Hikaru

Phi Brain

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Daimon Kaito x Rook Banjo Crossfield Daimon Kaito x Freecell Daimon Kaito x Raetsel   Himekawa Elena x Sakanoue Gammon   Chieno Tamaki x Jikugawa Souji   Doubt x Mizerka  

ReLIFE

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Hishiro Chizuru x Kaizaki Arata Kairiu Rena x Ooga Kazuomi  

Rurouni Kenshin

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Kamiya Kaoru x Himura Kenshin

Tanaka-kun wa Itsumo Kedaruge

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Tanaka x Ohta

Teen Titans

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Starfire x Robin Raven x Beast Boy Bumblebee x Cyborg Jinx x Kid Flash  

Umineko no Naku Koro Ni

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Ushiromiya Battler x Beatrice   Ushiromiya Jessica x Kanon Ushiromiya George x Shannon

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it  

Yami Yugi/Atem x Yugi Muto Anzu Mazaki x Yugi Muto   Kujaku Mai x Jounouchi Katsuya Kisara x Priest Seto  

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Kujaku Mai x Seto Kaiba Kujaku Mai x Valon Rebecca Hawkins x Mokuba Kaiba Priestess Isis x Kalim   Priestess Isis x Mahado

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Ishizu Ishtar x Kujaku Mai Seto Kaiba x Yami Yugi/Atem Anzu Mazaki x Yami Yugi/Atem  

Yu-Gi-Oh! GX

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it  

Yuki Judai x Johan Andersen Yuki Judai x Yubel Tenjoin Asuka x Manjoume Jun

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Tenjoin Asuka x Marufuji Ryo Tenjoin Fubuki x Marufuji Ryo   Edo Phoenix x Marufuji Ryo Edo Phoenix x Echo  

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Yuki Judai x Manjoume Jun Yuki Judai x Edo Phoenix Marufuji Ryo x Edo Phoenix

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Yusei Fudo x Bruno/Antinomy Yusei Fudo x Kiryu Kyosuke Izayoi Aki x Crow Hogan Carly Nagisa x Jack Atlus   Crow Hogan x Jack Atlus Yusei Fudo x Jack Atlus  

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Jack Atlus x Kazama Souichi Crow Hogan x Brave Stephanie x Crow Hogan Stephanie x Jack Atlus Sagiri Mikage x Ushio Tetsu Sagiri Mikage x Jack Atlus Izayoi Aki x Sherry Leblanc Sherry Leblanc x Yusei Fudo   The Zetsubou Quartet (Aporia x Z-ONE x Antinomy x Paradox)   Aporia x Z-ONE Antinomy x Z-ONE  

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Yusei Fudo x Crow Hogan

Yu-Gi-Oh! ZeXal

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Tsukumo Yuma x Astral Tsukumo Yuma x Kamishiro Ryoga (SHARK SON)

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Kamishiro Rio x Mizuki Kotori Kozuki Anna x Mizuki Kotori   Alito x Tsukumo Yuma   Droite x Gauche   Kamishiro Ryoga (SHARK SON) x Tenjo Kaito   Droite x Tenjo Kaito   Mihael Arclight (III) x Tsukumo Yuma Thomas Arclight (IV) x Kamishiro Ryoga (SHARK SON)  

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Tsukumo Yuma x Shingetsu Rei   Mizuki Kotori x Tsukumo Yuma   Astral x Tenjo Kaito  

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Sakaki Yuya x Hiiragi Yuzu Yugo x Rin Crow Hogan x Shinji Weber Kurosaki Ruri x Yuto

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Masumi Kotsu x Hiiragi Yuzu Crow Hogan x Jack Atlus Hiiragi Yuzu x Yugo Hiiragi Yuzu x Yuto Sakaki Yuya x Serena Sakaki Yuya x Dennis Macfield Sakaki Yuya x Michio Mokota Edo Phoenix x Kaito Tenjo Kurosaki Ruri x Dennis Macfield Kurosaki Ruri x Sasayama Sayaka  

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Akaba Reiji x Sakaki Yuya Akaba Ray x Zarc   Kurosaki Shun x Yuto

Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Fujiki Yusaku (Playmaker) x Kogami Ryoken (Revolver)  

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Ema Bessho (Ghost Girl) x Akira Zaizen Queen x Ema Bessho (Ghost Girl) Aso (Faust) x Kyoko Taki (Baira)  

Yuri!!! On Ice

Definitely hardcore ship and will scream on the rooftops about it

Katsuki Yuri x Viktor Nikiforov  

Hardcore ship but I haven't seen much fan work, so no one knows lol

Mila Babicheva x Sara Crispino  

Ship but I'm not into the ship enough to be gung-ho about it

Otabek Altin x Yuri Plisetsky

[yurioniceficrecs]

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky. One-Shot. 1K+ Words.

Rating: Not Rated Additional Tags: Friendship, Best Friends, Friends to More Than Friends, Fluff, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, featuring Viktor being the worst kind of dad

Summary:

Yuri is bad with words and Otabek smells good.

J: For some reason misunderstandings make some of the cutest but simultaneously frustrating scenarios. Mutual pining always gets me so good :).

[themusesofmars]

Fanfiction posted - Yuri!!! on Ice

Here is our second offering for the Winter Weekend event hosted by the @otayuriwriterscollective! Prompt: “Fireplace.” Title: “Love Letters” Rating: Teen for language Synopsis: The skaters get together for a reunion at a ski lodge in Switzerland. Yuri is excited to get to spend some time alone with Otabek, but havoc ensues when JJ finds a love letter addressed to Yuri from Otabek. Read on FFNET Read at AO3

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Switzerland. In just a few minutes we’ll be landing at Zurich Airport. We ask that you return to your seats and restore your tray tables to their upright positions. Please turn off your electronic devices now and secure any loose belongings. Thank you.”

Yuri Plisetsky slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear his vision. He hadn’t really been sleeping when the flight attendant had made her announcement, but he had dozed on and off during the six-hour flight from St. Petersburg to Zurich. Just now he had been listening to music on his phone, but when the instructions to turn off all electronic devices came across the speakers inside the cabin, he tugged his earbuds free and did as directed.

“For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seatbelt fastened until the captain turns off the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign.”

Yuri yawned and stretched as best as he could in the cramped row. It had been an early morning for him, and a boring flight with one brief but annoying stop to change planes in Amsterdam. He wouldn’t even have to be doing this if not for those idiots he had competed against in the skating competition last month. They were supposed to be rivals, not friends; he didn’t know why they all kept sending him friend requests and following him on social media. And he wasn’t exactly certain whose moronic idea it had been to hold a post-podium reunion in lieu of a banquet, but now here he was in Switzerland, about to join the other figure skaters at a ski lodge for a weekend of “fun.”

Normally, Yuri would have never agreed to this. In fact, when the first friend request had come through on his Facebook account—from Jean-Jacques Leroy, aka JJ, of Canada—his initial instinct had been to block the guy and report him for online harassment. But he noticed after a brief check that all the men who had competed together were apparently befriending one another. Publicly, at that. When Victor Nikiforov, a fellow skater from Russia, had sent him an invitation to join them at the ski lodge in Zurich to enjoy a get-together, he was determined to refuse. But then Victor had informed him that Otabek Altin was in. Otabek was a skater from Kazakhstan whom Yuri genuinely had grown close to, and if Otabek was going to be there, then Yuri had known he had to be, too.

Thinking about Otabek now made Yuri feel warm. He didn’t even hear the rest of the flight attendant’s landing script as he smiled quietly to himself, watching the clouds outside of the window disappear as the ground rose up to meet them.

It was a smooth landing, and now that he’d arrived, Yuri began to feel the palpitations of excitement he’d been suppressing. He’d get to see Otabek again, and soon!

“Welcome to Zurich!” the attendant called as the plane rolled slowly toward their gate. “The local time is 10:23 AM and the temperature is two degrees Celsius. At this time you may use your cellular phones and other electronic devices. When the door opens, please collect your belongings before disembarking from the plane. Remember to use caution when opening the overhead compartments, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight.”

Yuri had to wait until his seatmate moved out of the way before he could get into the bin overhead to collect his luggage. He was only staying in Switzerland for two nights, Friday and Saturday, so all he’d brought along was his backpack and one piece of rolling luggage.

He squeezed his way out into the aisle between other passengers and made his way toward the exit. It saved time not having to wait for his suitcase at baggage claim; instead he was able to walk right out of the airport and hail a taxi to take him to the lodge.

During the drive, Yuri turned on his phone and checked his Instagram feed. It looked like some of the others had already arrived at the resort and were posting photos. As reluctant as Yuri had been to join them, even he had to admit the slopes looked choice, the lodge was ideal, and the spa seemed like a tiny piece of winter paradise. He found himself growing more and more anxious to get there, himself. But then Yuri saw he had a text message.

“Uh-oh…” Yuri muttered to himself. The text was from Otabek, and read:

Sorry, flight delayed. See you tonight.

“Damn it!” Yuri cursed through gritted teeth. Now he was going to be stuck at the resort all day by himself with those assholes!

The Silver Slopes Ski Resort was a smaller, more peaceful location than some of the larger resorts in Zurich, which had thankfully soaked up most of the post-Christmas ski crowd. It seemed the figure skaters were to have the small ski lodge almost entirely to themselves.

Though it was considered small by most resort standards, the Silver Slopes lodge was still large to Yuri. The first floor contained a rugged salon that was just like a cozy den at home, except its sofas, recliners, and lounge seats could easily accommodate fifty people. There were two TVs, which were currently not in use, and since it was still early January the Christmas tree had yet to be taken down, lending a festive atmosphere to the warm environment. There was a restaurant that opened early and closed late, and attached to that was an open bar. To the left of the salon was the spa, and down a hall to the right was the equipment storeroom where guests could check out whatever they needed for skiing, snowboarding, and sledding. Upstairs were the guestrooms.

Victor and Yuuri Katsuki were sitting at the breakfast bar having brunch when Yuri arrived. They greeted him warmly and showed him how to find the front desk. Yuri apparently had some time to kill before Otabek would be arriving, so as soon as he was checked into his room he rented a snowboard, along with bindings and a pair of snowboard boots. He had his own goggles and plenty of layers of clothing to keep him warm, thanks to Otabek’s generous Christmas gift. Some of the men he recognized from the skating competition last year were gathered in the lobby, but Yuri walked right past them and made his way out into the snow alone.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad day. Yuri managed to avoid contact with nuisances like Jean-Jacques Leroy and his girlfriend, Isabella Yang. They’d had a run-in once before, and Yuri wasn’t keen on repeating the scenario; he’d had enough insults flung at him from that pair to last a lifetime.

He did manage to have fun by himself while snowboarding, at least. (Thankfully JJ was more into skiing.) There was a snack shack out by the slopes, so he didn’t have to walk all the way back to the lodge for lunch. The standalone restaurant was a lot smaller than the one inside the main house, but it featured live entertainment so Yuri enjoyed a comedy show with his meal, then stuck around to listen to a concert performed by a local rock band. Once his food had settled he rejoined the lift line to be carried back up the mountainside for another run.

As the afternoon sunlight began to dim, Yuri started wondering just how soon Otabek might arrive. To keep it safe and dry, he had left his phone back at the lodge, but when he realized the sun would be setting soon, he decided to call it a day and head back.

There was still no sign of Otabek in the lounge. Yuri returned the snowboarding equipment he’d borrowed and decided to take a hot shower to chase off the chill and freshen up for Otabek. It wasn’t as late in the day as he’d thought, but apparently the sun set a little early in Switzerland in the winter.

In his room, Yuri checked his phone again. He didn’t have any more messages from Otabek, but someone had managed to capture a shot of him landing on his ass out on the slopes today and had publicly humiliated him on Twitter.

“Grr…! Assholes!” Yuri growled when he recognized the names of some of the people who had retweeted the embarrassing picture. At least it was a shot from behind; he could just deny it was him and sue them all for slander.

Yuri threw his phone down onto the bed with a little deflating sound and trudged into the bathroom for a shower. He took his time getting dressed again, but he was getting hungry. He thought Otabek probably would be, too, and decided to wait for him to have dinner. In the meantime he could chew on the little dried fruit snack he’d gotten on the plane this morning.

He still had an indeterminate amount of time to kill while waiting for his friend to arrive, so Yuri scooped up his backpack before heading back downstairs. Inside he tucked some things that would help pass the time, including his cell phone and a book called, “The Snow Leopard Emerges,” which was a collection of anecdotes about Kazakhstan. He hoped he might impress Otabek with his reading choice…whenever he finally showed up.

When he reached the first floor, fortunately everyone else was in the bar area making a ruckus, so Yuri was able to claim a quiet seat on a lounge chair next to a roaring fireplace and avoid them all.

The blond messed around with his phone for a few minutes, just listening to the crackle in the hearth and watching the minutes tick by on the clock on the salon’s stone wall. It was after six now, and his stomach was growling. He hoped Otabek was having a safe flight. He felt anxious and nervous for some reason. He wouldn’t be able to settle down until he was looking at the other man’s handsome face, but already knew that would make him anxious and nervous for entirely different reasons.

He tucked his phone into the front pouch of his backpack after ensuring the volume was maxed, in case Otabek texted him again. In the same pocket was a familiar, folded piece of paper, and with a softening expression Yuri reached for it, unfolding the well-worn page.

It was a letter, but not just any letter: it was a love letter, the first and only Yuri had ever received. The message began,

Dear Yuri…

I know that to you it’s only been a few weeks since we met, but I have yearned for you for years. So while the distance between us might seem great, I have learned that it is much easier to bear knowing you are thinking of me, as I have long thought of you.

As Yuri’s green eyes drank in every line, they sparkled with happiness.

I hope the coat keeps you warm this winter, but if you feel lonely, just imagine my arms around you again…

Yuri had read the letter so many times, he had it memorized. But each time he picked it up again, he shivered as he reminisced about being in a certain young man’s embrace…

Of course, those memories were best relived alone. And right now JJ Leroy and his fiancée, Isabella, were heading his way.

JJ had one arm draped around Isabella’s shoulders. In his other he carried an overflowing mug of Swiss beer—not his first tonight.

“Look, JJ!” Isabella whispered loudly as they made their way over to the fireplace. “It’s that scary little boy again!”

Yuri growled, his fingers clutching his letter more tightly. When he realized he was wrinkling the already worn paper, he relaxed his hands.

It was a mistake. He’d already drawn attention to the page he was holding, and after shoving his drink into Isabella’s hands, JJ reached out and snatched the letter from Yuri’s lax grasp.

“What’s this?” JJ wondered, lowering his other arm from his fiancée’s shoulders so he could inspect the letter. His eyes skimmed over the paper while Yuri sat there, dumbstruck. “Oh, wow! So that’s why you were blushing!”

Yuri jumped to his feet, his hands balled into fists. “Give that back to me, you prick!”

“Where did you find it?” JJ asked, twisting to avoid Yuri’s grasping hands so he could finish reading.

“It’s mine, asshole!”

“Yeah, right,” JJ snorted. “Hey, babe, listen to this,” he said to Isabella. He started reading Yuri’s letter out loud, his tone mocking. “‘I have yearnedfor you for years! Just imagine my arms around you. And, I hope I might dare, the touch of my lips upon yours…’” JJ howled with laughter. “Aw, man, this is too much!”

Yuri’s eyes were burning with furious tears. “How dare you, jackass! That doesn’t belong to you. Give it back!”

JJ continued to hold the letter out of Yuri’s reach and cupped his free hand around his mouth to shout to the other skaters at the bar. “Hey, guys! Get a load of this! Yuri got a mushy love letter!”

The other men were too busy talking and drinking to really pay them any mind. But now JJ had to wonder—assuming, of course, that this really wasYuri Plisetsky’s love letter—who had written it?

“Say, who’s this from, anyway?” he asked the boy.

“That’s none of your business!” Yuri snapped. As JJ gripped the page by the bottom to look for the signature, Yuri made one final grab for it, jumping into the air to attempt to tear it free of the taller man’s grip.

It worked, but at the same moment Yuri lost his own hold on the paper. He watched, horrified, as it fluttered into the fireplace.

Yuri wailed as the flames licked at the letter. Then a hand unexpected reached into the fire and rescued it.

The three of them—Yuri, JJ, and Isabella—watched with wide eyes as Otabek Altin brushed the smoldering edge of the paper to douse the flickering flame that had caught, then gave the page a little shake to knock the charred ash at its corner loose.

Yuri reached out gingerly and took the scorched paper from Otabek. He held it gently between his hands and inspected it for damage. Thanks to Otabek, only the corner of the paper had been burned off, and all of the writing on the page was intact.

Yuri’s eyes glistened with tears of relief and gratitude. “Otabek! You…”

Otabek cocked his head at Yuri. He’d just arrived, so was still bundled up in his coat and scarf, and was carrying a duffel bag in one hand. “Yuri,” he said, sounding surprised, “I thought you liked my letter.”

“I do!” Yuri cried, then said again, more softly, “I do.”

Otabek didn’t understand. “Then why were you burning it? Yuri, didn’t you get my text message? My flight was delayed. Are you upset with me? Is that why you burned the letter? Did you think I wouldn’t come?” He set down his duffel bag and stepped closer, cupping the blond’s face tenderly.

Yuri was so relieved that Otabek was here, and that he’d rescued the letter, that he forgot to be embarrassed. He threw his arm around Otabek’s waist and leaned into him, burying his face in his coat. Otabek’s arms wrapped around him in an instant, and Yuri looked up to say, “Thank you for saving my letter. It means a lot to me. Stupid dumbhead JJ threw it into the fireplace!”

“That’s your letter?” Watching them together, JJ’s expression was one of shock.

“Why did you take Yuri’s letter and try to burn it?” Otabek asked. He sounded more confused than angry, but he was beginning to feel a tinge of ire.

“I didn’t do it on purpose! And I had no idea it was from you.”

“Regardless,” Otabek reasoned, “you shouldn’t touch something that doesn’t belong to you.”

Yuri stuck his tongue out at JJ.

Isabella gave JJ a pouty scowl. “JJ, why don’t I ever get letters like that?”

“Aw, come on, babe—! You don’t seriously want me to write flowery crap like that, do you?”

Otabek and Yuri, their arms around each other, left the two fighting and went over to the bar to get some spicy seasonal cider to sip by the fire. The other skaters greeted them warmly but Otabek’s expression made it clear he was there for one reason alone, and that reason was Yuri.

They returned to the den, relieved that JJ and Isabella had taken their argument elsewhere, and Otabek hung up his coat while Yuri carefully returned Otabek’s treasured letter to his backpack. Finally alone together, they sat side by side on a sofa next to the fire.

“Otabek, I’m glad you’re here,” Yuri said, gazing up at the other man with starry eyes. “I…missed you.”

“I promise to write more letters, so you’ll have plenty of others to keep you company whenever you miss me.” Otabek rested his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers tenderly stroking the soft strands of Yuri’s blond hair. “I’m sorry I was late. But,” he added, leaning a little closer, “I’m here now, and we can talk all night if you want.”

Yuri had to smile at the offer. Otabek was a man of few words. Yuri knew they’d likely just be basking in one another’s company tonight, rather than saying much. But it was enough to have him near.

[shameless-fujoshi]

Otabek Altin, 16 and 17 :3c

16. Which household chore do they privately love?Otabek loves washing dishes with Yuri drying them, and they’re totally that cute couple who listen to soft jazz and sway together as Otabek hands Yuri a clean dish to dry 😍

17. What sappy nickname do they give their loved one(s)?He calls Yuri “Yura” of course but I really like the theory from this post that he would combine Yuri’s name with the word for cat and call him Yurionok when he’s addressing Yuri in an affectionate scenario 😍

[jbankai89]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Otayuri)

Title: Baby, It’s Cold Outside Author: JBankai89 Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin, Background Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov Rating: Teen Warnings: None Summary:  Yuri Plisetsky and Otabek Altin have been friends for years. At Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding, what begins as a simple nighttime stroll changes their relationship into more than Yuri ever thought it could be. Notes: Christmas and Wedding Fluff. Enjoy :)  The single mention of temperature in this fic is Celsius, not Fahrenheit.

Baby, It's Cold Outside   

Yuri was going to kill Viktor and his Piggy.

Being Russian and as resistant to cold as a polar bear was one thing, but having an outdoor wedding in December in the Swiss Alps was just pain stupid.

Yuri sat in the front row, freezing his proverbial tail off in a white tuxedo, while Viktor and Yuuri stood under a crest of white roses that seemed to be dying before Yuri's very eyes in the -10 weather.

Yuri had to admit that despite the cold, it was a very pretty wedding. Viktor was in all white, Yuuri was in a black tuxedo, and Yuri and Phichit, as the respective best men, matched the two lovers at the altar almost perfectly.

At Yuri's side sat his friend Otabek, who was watching the ceremony with the same intensity in which he did everything else. He was dressed in an exact opposite to Yuri in black and violet, and he found himself impressed at how the colours seemed to suit him so well.

The ceremony, thankfully, was short. A walk down the aisle, vows, and rings. It was all a bit of a blur to Yuri, who had tuned a lot of it out. His focus had been mostly on not dying of hypothermia, and when a sudden cheer sounded from around him, Yuri realized that he'd accidentally missed the entire damn thing.

Yuri looked up quickly, just in time to see a bashfully smiling Yuuri and a broadly grinning Viktor step back from one another, although still arm in arm. Yuri applauded with the rest of the crowd, though privately he was doing it more to defrost his fingers, rather than any joy for the occasion. At the moment, he was too cold to care much about the happy couple.

If I ever get married, I'll get married in Hawai'i, fuck this snow shit... Yuri thought grumpily. Normally, he wasn't bothered much by cold, given his profession, but he'd drastically changed his mind after sitting out in the snow for an hour.

“Okay, everyone get inside to warm up!” Viktor called, and grinned at Yuri as he began to stand up and make for the ski lodge at their backs, “..except the best men and our families. It's picture time!”

Yuri was going to kill Viktor.

“I'll save you some sbiten,” Otabek murmured as he offered Yuri's shoulder a squeeze. “All the formal stuff is nearly done, then you can relax.”

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” Yuri replied with a slight smirk, “you're the best friend ever. Yes, save me sbiten—with vodka, please.”

“Go on,” Otabek said with a slight nudge, “I'll be setting up my kit, but I'll make sure to get you something first, okay?”

Yuri nodded, and with the promise of a hot drink and food, he felt that he could suffer through his hypothermia for a few more minutes.

The pictures were torturous, as was virtually any scenario where Yuri was ask to smile for an extended period of time, then after the official pictures came Phichit's insistence for a number of selfies before finally—finally they were allowed to go inside.

The lodge was advertised as a ski lodge, but at the moment it was not unlike the post-Grand Prix banquets, with skaters everywhere as they intermingled with Yuuri and Viktor's extended family, all dancing, eating, and in general making a sizable dent in the vast amounts of champagne and vodka the couple had purchased for the evening.

Otabek was apart from the festivities, a pair of overlarge headphones on and off his ears as he fiddled with the knobs on a mixer, but upon seeing Yuri, he smiled and waved him over.

“Sbiten, as promised,” Otabek said when Yuri got to him, and handed him a glass mug filled with the steaming drink, and Yuri moaned as the scent of the mix of spices, lemon, honey, and alcohol hit his nose. It was hardly as good as his grandfather's recipe, this being some sort of fancy, high-end version, but it was still good and warming, like mulled wine or a hot toddy.

Yuri sat on the DJ bench to sip his drink and watch Otabek work. He knew that Otabek was more used to the active DJing for house parties or in clubs, and toning it down for a wedding—in particular for Yuuri's Okaasan and Otosan, and Viktor's Mat and Otets, who would not be used to music like that. As a result, aside from setting up playlists of alternating barfingly romantic and dancing songs, he didn't have tons to do. Yuri helped out where he could by fetching Otabek rounds of drinks and foods so that he didn't have to abandon his mixer (a few young cousins were eyeing them in a way that suggested that if they decided to walk away from it, they might decide to fuck with Otabek's equipment)

“I'm assuming this is the most boring set you've had in a while,” Yuri teased as Otabek plopped back down to watch Yuuri and Viktor, along with all the elderly couples dance to Wind Beneath my Wings.

“There's not much to do, but it's not that boring,” Otabek replied with a small shrug. “I always liked doing weddings, it's nice to see people expressing love for each other when the world these days is so cynical.”

“I guess that's one way of looking at it,” Yuri remarked as he popped a mini-quiche into his mouth. “But if I ever get married, it'll be nothing but Danzig and The Misfits.”

“Let me guess, and your first dance with your husband or wife will be to Skulls?” Otabek teased, and Yuri snorted.

“Definitely husband,” he said, “and yeah, that would be the plan. How'd you guess?”

“First, because I know you, second because it's the closest thing to a love song Danzig has ever written. Wasn't hard to figure out.”

“It's a little scary how well you know me sometimes,” Yuri remarked with a vague smile, one which Otabek returned, his eyes glimmering in the low lights of the hall. Yuri suddenly felt a little too warm, and picked up one of the beer bottles he'd brought over a little earlier, and hid behind it.

As the evening wound down and the older people began to trickle out, Phichit wandered over to them with a wide smile.

“Yuuri asked me to take over for a bit so that you can have a break,” he explained to Otabek, “he said you had a preset playlist thing, and I just need to make sure Viktor's cousins don't mess with your equipment.”

“Oh, praise Allah for thoughtful South Asians,” Otabek mumbled thankfully, though Yuri wasn't sure if Otabek said it loudly enough for Phichit to hear. “Yeah, it's all set up. I'm dying to stretch my legs.”

Before Yuri could say a word, Otabek grabbed his jacket, scarf and gloves, and held out a hand to Yuri.

“Come on, let's get a little breather from all this chaos.”

Yuri would hardly call the wedding reception chaos, but in the years of knowing Otabek, he had learnt that despite his preferred activities and profession, he was happiest when things were quiet. Yuri nodded a little and went with Otabek to the coat check by the doors for his own jacket and scarf before they headed out into the peaceful quiet of the night.

Now that Yuri was more appropriately dressed for the winter weather, he could appreciate the scenery much more. The lodge was settled in the middle of a forest, but the area they stood in was not densely wooded, and the night sky was clear, giving them a perfect view of the stars and full moon above.

The bright night sky made the hard-packed snow under their boots sparkle like diamonds, and aside from the low bass thrum coming from the lodge, it was peaceful and quiet.

“I wish I could have a cabin out in a place like this,” Otabek said suddenly, “no people, no cars, nothing  but me and the wilderness.”

“What about me?” Yuri teased, and Otabek cracked a small smile.

“Well, all right, you can come too.”

“We can be hermits, and only show up for our skate numbers, then it's back to the woods.”

“I like that idea,” Otabek replied with a small chuckle, and reached out to wrap an arm around Yuri's shoulders to give him a light squeeze. He retracted his arm not along after the quick physical show of affection, and stuffed his gloved hands in the pockets of his coat.

Yuri's shoulders felt warm where Otabek had touched him, and his Otabek-Only smile was twitching at the corners of his mouth. Something about the older skater always made him so happy, similar to the way he felt when he got to spend time with his grandfather, but different at the same time—very different.

I don't know what it is, Yuri thought as he rubbed his hands together to stave off the cold, he just always makes me feel comfortable and happy.

“Did you forget your gloves?” Otabek asked suddenly, drawing Yuri from his thoughts as he glanced from Otabek and down to his bare hands. They were a little pink at the knuckle from the cold, and he'd hardly noticed until Otabek had pointed it out.

“Erm, yeah, I'm always forgetting them, Grandpa keeps saying I'm lucky that I never get frostbite...” Yuri trailed off and watched Otabek curiously as he withdrew his hands from his pockets and peeled his left glove off before he handed it to Yuri. Yuri accepted it and tugged on the glove, leaving his right hand bare. He was on the cusp of throwing out a sarcastic remark about getting frostbite on only one hand when to his overwhelming shock, Otabek reached out and took Yuri's bare hand in his. Otabek threaded their fingers together intimately, and the action caused Yuri's face to flush a deep pink that had little to do with the cold. Otabek continued on with their walk as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.  

Yuri followed Otabek's lead, having no desire to tug his hand away, but at the same time he had no idea what this meant. He knew that they were close—Otabek was his best friend, after all, and they shared practically everything—but was there more to this? Otabek had never been overly touchy-feely, and now they were holding hands?

Yuri caught the side of his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes fell to their intertwined fingers. It was much warmer than the gloved hand.

“Otabek?” Yuri asked, and winced at how his voice escaped him sounding much smaller and childlike than he'd intended. Otabek slowed to a stop, turning to look at Yuri with an arched brow. “Um...I...” Yuri felt his face grow even warmer as he tried to form his thoughts into words that made sense. “What...what does this mean? Does it mean anything, or are you just being...” Yuri trailed off again, and he looked away from his friend.

“Would you like it to be something, Yura?” Otabek asked, his voice little more than a low purr as he shifted to stand directly in front of Yuri, their gloveless hands still intertwined, while Otabek's free one moved to cradle Yuri's chin and coax his gaze up. “Is this something, or would you like it to stop, right now?”

Yuri bit his lip again. His skin felt hot, less like they were out in sub-zero temperatures, and more like they were on a beach somewhere. Otabek's eyes were lidded, his breath came out in small, visible puffs, and his lips were shiny from whatever lip balm he had used.

Otabek had offered him an out, Yuri vaguely realized. He could say no, the spell would break, and their moment would end. They could go back to being just friends, and act like none of this had ever happened.

Or...it could be a beginning.

“No,” Yuri murmured, his breath escaping him in a tremble of excitement. “I don't want to stop.”

Otabek smiled. A warm, Yuri-Only smile that Yuri knew well. His arm dropped from Yuri's chin to wrap around his waist, and Otabek tugged him close. Yuri stumbled into the embrace, his breath catching, and he tried to push away his surprise as he slipped his free arm around Otabek's shoulders, unwilling to untangle the fingers of his other hand.

Their lips met, and it was like a thousand-thousand fireworks had gone off in his head. Otabek's lips were sticky from his lip balm, but not unpleasantly so. He was warm, and the small action of a kiss—his first kiss—was as comforting as a warm mug of tea and a blanket on a cold day.  

“Beka...” Yuri whispered, shivering a little as he went in for another kiss. Otabek's arm tightened around him, he dropping Yuri's hand to wrap his other arm around his waist as well, while Yuri moved to mirror him, his other arm linking around the older man's neck.

“C PoжДеством, Yura,” Otabek purred, and Yuri laughed softly.

“I thought you didn't celebrate Christmas?” Yuri asked in the same low, purring tone.

“I don't,” Otabek replied, “I think my apa and ata would be turning over in their graves if they heard me say that, but you do, so...”

Otabek's smile widened a little, and he leant in to kiss Yuri again.

“Then...C PoжДеством to you too, Beka,” Yuri said between kisses, and his new boyfriend chuckled warmly.

-Fin

A/N: “C PoжДеством” is supposed to say “Happy/Merry Christmas” in Russian, but the website I got it from wasn't super clear which it is XD and it's supposed to be pronounced (again according to the site) as 's rah-zh-dee-st-vohm'. Ata and apa are Kazakh for grandfather and grandmother, respectively.

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don’t look back in anger (otayuri, 2.5k, teen) :: 

 [life lesson: if some dumb-dumb actually tags you in a callout post on tumblr and says shitty, baseless things about you, don’t engage them.  write petty fic about otabek and yuri as grandpas who live on mars instead!!  you’re welcome.]

At age 54, Victor Nikiforov-Katsuki became one of the first successful test subjects for a series of anti-aging surgeries.  At 37, he had a knee surgery and received hair plugs, but the first in a series of operations at 54 gave him joints and muscle and organs of someone forever young.

Yuri had grimaced at the holoscreen when the news broke, having seen too much of Victor’s face to last several lifetimes.  “I bet he has a robodick too.”

“Yura,” Otabek had said, both fond and resigned from across the dining room table where he was dissecting a grapefruit half.  

At age 87, Victor Nikiforov-Katsuki went out in a blaze of glory deep-dicking his husband (“robodick,” confirmed BuzzfeedMars) on a solo flight to their summer home on Venus, when his elbow slipped and he managed to undo the ship’s airlock.  Neither he nor Yuuri had looked a day over 40.

Yuri’s let his body age. He’s still in good shape for 82; he does water aerobics with a group of old ladies every Tuesday and Thursday, and the atmosphere on Mars has naturally benefited his bones for the past three decades.  But he and Otabek have always been purists otherwise, letting nature take its course with their bodies and never giving into the temptation or philosophy of synthetic body maintenance.  There’s a small, petty part of him from his youth that remains, the purest part of himself that celebrates his body as the ultimate defeat of Victor Nikiforov.  He revels in his own skin, and in Otabek’s, and the thought that when death comes to them in old age they won’t have cheated it, but earned it somehow.  Victor and Yuuri’s parts were supposed to last them until 2089, and by then, who knows.  The idea of them fucking their ancient asses all over the goddamn galaxy still stirs something ugly in Yuri.  

Until Otabek gets sick.  Like, really, really sick.  And he keeps getting sick.  Bladder infections and kidney infections and pissing blood and choked up catheters and too many nights in the hospital instead of their estate, and suddenly there’s a question that goes unspoken between them.

“You’re killing yourself,” Yuri says finally after their third trip to the ER that month.  Otabek had a temperature of 40 degrees and collapsed in their greenhouse.  

“Or I’m just dying,” Otabek says.  “I’m old.”

“Bullshit,” Yuri says.  Otabek still skates sometimes on weekdays when the rink is empty, because he was blessed with superhuman cartilage in his knees and the back of a titan.  He just does simple laps to relieve stress while Yuri watches from the stands, long since given up the ice out of self preservation.  But Otabek has never had to, because Otabek has always been healthy and strong.  There’s nothing else to be said or done, because, “bullshit, you’re not allowed to die.”

 “I don’t think that’s how dying works,” Otabek replies.  He’s smiling and there’s acceptance in the smile that feels damning.   

“Fuck you,” Yuri says.  “The doctors have given you dozens of options.  There’s-- technology, there’s--there’s--”

 “I thought you didn’t believe in that,” Otabek says.

 “Don’t let my pride kill you, Christ, Beka,” Yuri says, feeling impossibly young even with his knobbed knuckles and crooked fingers wrapped around Otabek’s own, mindful of the saline drip and hiding the biggest of his liver spots.  “If you don’t live through this, I’ll kill you.”

  The kidneys have to go.  The bladder has to go.

Otabek’s dick has to go.  

“It’s fine,” Otabek says after the doctor leaves the room.  Their intimacy has suffered recently.  Until Otabek’s body started failing him for good, they were still going at it an admirable two to three times a week.  It was bragging rights at Yuri’s water aerobics class; Janice and Marta and Ahimsa are all twenty years younger than he is, but still delight in his gossip.  

“Your hips can still handle fucking on the stairs?” Marta would ask, and Yuri would preen, his long gone grey hair curling with the heat of the pool around his ears.  

Yuri has always deeply loved Otabek’s body, even in old age.  He’s loved Otabek’s full chest of hair, the grey curly-cues that gather down his shoulders like shrubbery.  He’s loved the wrinkles of Otabek’s ass when Otabek fucks him sideways in the mornings and Yuri reaches behind him for something soft and familiar to hold onto.  He’s loved the deep growing cut of Otabek’s philtrum, he’s loved the soft ocean of Otabek’s stomach and the way it curves perfectly against his spine at night.  He’s loved Otabek’s cataracts, Otabek’s thick fingernails, Otabek’s shitty liver and bladder, Otabek’s dick that has its own groove inside him.  

But Otabek will still be Otabek.  It’s always been Otabek’s character and strength that have made Yuri feel strong just standing beside him.  

“It’s fine,” Yuri agrees.  Otabek will carve new grooves into him.  Otabek will not be in pain.  Otabek will be ninety and still skating past Yuri in the stands of the skating club while Yuri drinks hot cider and pretends to ignore Otabek in favor of a book he’s read six pages of in the past ten years.  Otabek will be alive.  Yuri will still get to wrap himself around Otabek at night and press his nose to the wire-stiff hairs at the base of Otabek’s neck and listen to the sharp way Otabek negotiates the prices of fresh fruit and farmed fish at the market on Tuesdays.  Yuri will still be able to occupy a comfortable silence where the room feels full and alive just because his feet are resting in Otabek’s lap.  Yuri would do anything to keep that selfishly for himself as long as possible.  “It’s fine.”

  It’s not fine.  

The organ transplants--the kidney, the bladder anyway--are all farmed sustainably and are available for Otabek at any time.  

The dick however, is not.  

“Please, do not say the word--”

“Robodick,” the doctor says anyway.  “That’s the direction the market has deemed most profitable in perfecting, so the best technology currently available is the Nikiforov model.  At Mr. Altin-Plisetsky’s age, I would be too worried that an organic transplant might not take, as we haven’t perfected the procedure.  Going with a Nikiforov model would ensure a much higher success rate.  This means his body wouldn’t reject the transplant, and the likelihood of--worst case scenario, death would be much, much lower.”

“Say that name again,” Yuri says.  It’s a challenge, not a request.  The doctor looks between Otabek in a gown on the table, and Yuri, hands curled over the handle of his cane.  

“Would you like me to leave you with literature?” the doctor says, not taking the bait.  He hands a thick magazine to Otabek and nods at Yuri.  “I can leave you two alone if you need time to discuss the options available.”

As soon as the doctor is out of the room, Yuri snarls, “is that a dick catalogue?”

“That is,” Otabek says, flipping it open to a random page before leaning away from it and fumbling for his reading glasses, “that is exactly what it appears to be.”

“Did he say ‘Nikiforov?’” Yuri asks, lifting his cane to poke gently at Otabek’s hand.  Otabek smiles, entertained.  It’s the same kind of smile that he used to direct at Yuuri decades and decades ago when they were young, at some banquet or fancy party hosted by Victor and Yuuri, where Otabek would turn to Yuri and mouth, you jealous? against the long curve of Yuri’s neck

Otabek flips a couple dozen pages back in the magazine and adjusts his glasses.  He’s trying not to smile too much.  “‘Nikiforov -- or N1-kiforov is the prototype model still used today in all of our synthetic penis transplants,’” he reads out loud.  “The design and shape of the model are based off of the organic penis belonging to Victor Nikiforov, who--”

“I am not,” Yuri spits out, “not having Victor Nikiforov’s dick inside of me.”

 Otabek lets the magazine close around his thumb, bookmarking the page.

“They have to have other models,” Yuri continues.  

Otabek frowns, his cheeks cutting deep curves against his mouth like a bulldog, and flips the catalogue back open to read quietly to himself.  Yuri can feel the years peel off his own lifetime watching Otabek read.

Eventually, Otabek continues, “‘The N1-kiforov model was eventually chosen as the base model for all synthetic penile transplants, as the feedback regarding use, size, as well as shape concerning the girth and slight curve was favorable for both recipients, as well as sexual partners of all genders.’”

“Are you fucking with me?” Yuri asks, completely serious.  “Beka, I need to know: are you fucking with me.”

“I am one-hundred percent not fucking with you,” Otabek replies.  “But look-- there are different versions, a lot of luxury attachments--”

“Like what, Beka? A pasta maker?  This is your dick, not a fucking KitchenAid,” Yuri does not scream.

Otabek looks at him.  Really looks at him.  Takes his glasses off and rubs at his temple slowly, and Yuri instantly wishes he could take every word that’s stumbled out of his mouth in the past minute and shove them back in.

They take the dick catalogue home.

They bathe together, quietly.  Yuri sits between Otabek’s legs and lets the back of his head rest between where Otabek’s chest has gone soft and droopy and he closes his eyes and tries to forget the day.  Otabek won’t let him.

“I need to get a transplant,” he says.  

“I know,” Yuri says.  “I’m being petulant.  I’m in mourning.”

“You’re going to be mourning more than my dick soon if I don’t actually go in for the operation,” Otabek says.  He still sounds so kind.  

“Shut up,” Yuri says.  He hates this.  “I know.”

“Is it really so awful, me having Victor’s dick?” Otabek says.  “I mean, you never wondered--” 

He’s teasing, and Yuri wants to now sink underwater but also drag Otabek with him.  “I hate you!”

“You love me,” Otabek says.  He says it with such command in his voice that Yuri can do nothing but agree, weak for him with it.  

“Yeah,” Yuri says.  “I do.”

  The series of operations starts less than a month later.  Organ transplants are done with such frequency and ease these days that they’re the kind of operation that the lead surgeons will step out of the room during, send their interns in with their rivals to poach new techniques.  Yuri pretends that he isn’t nervous, wearing his comfiest pair of sweats and one of Otabek’s winter sweaters in the waiting room.  In his decades and decades and decades alive, humanity has still not found a way to make a comfortable hospital chair.  

 Every time Otabek wakes up, Yuri feels like he’s been suffocating.  The slow blink awake makes Yuri’s heart catch in his throat every time.   

Each surgery requires additional physical therapy.  Otabek is so strong, Yuri thinks for the thirty-thousandth time in his life.  He makes it through each one with such ease, it reminds Yuri of the first time he saw Otabek land a quad axel in competition.  Invincible, he thinks.  

The doctors tell them they can engage in sexual intercourse in a month.  Yuri doesn’t know what he’s going to do when that month is up.  He doesn’t expect to die before then.  Yuri eats a piece of candy a day, does low-impact cardio three times a week, drinks a glass of red wine with dinner, and even if that weren’t enough to ensure some kind of longevity, Yuri is sure to live to 112 out of sheer spite alone.  

(Even on their honeymoon in Rome fifty-five years ago, Otabek called him, “my grumpy old man.”)

 It’s not like they have to have sex to have a meaningful relationship.  It’s not like their relationship has only lasted nearly seven decades because the sex.  But Yuri likes the sex.  Yuri likes sex with Otabek; the noises he makes, the reminder of him solid and sure at the beginning of the day, the end of it.

Yuri hasn’t been so afraid of something or unsure of anything in a very long time.  It sits in his stomach like a stone, and it grows heavier as Otabek gets better.  He hates it.  It makes him feel nauseous and it makes him feel tired; it makes him feel old.  

Finally, Otabek turns to him and says, “we don’t have to, you know.” 

And Yuri knows exactly what he’s talking about.  

And in that moment, Yuri knows he wants to.  As soon as the choice is taken away from him, Yuri knows exactly the decision he would make, and that would be to let Otabek fuck him, even if it were with a synthetic model of Victor Nikiforov’s dick.  

“How dare you,” Yuri says.  He’s making tea on the stove, slicing up a lemon for Otabek’s while Otabek scrolls through the news on his tablet.  How dare Otabek bring it up so casually in the morning, not even daring to look him in the eye.  “You don’t get to make this decision for me.  You coward.” 

Otabek looks up from his tablet and pushes his glasses up his nose, smiling.  “Coward?” he asks.  “You always tell me I’m the brave one.  Even in our wedding vows, you said--”

“I know what I said!” Yuri says, angrily scooping too many spoonfuls of ceylon into loose tea bags.  It’s going to come out too strong, bitter, and Yuri will put too much milk in his to hide it and then be sick for the rest of the day.  Otabek knows this.  “Look, if you want to fuck me, you can go ahead and fuck me.  In fact, I would love it if you fucked me.  The girls at the gym have been giving me pitying looks and I would love to shut them up.”

The kettle whistles on the stove, and Yuri grabs it huffily.  He’s blushing.  He’s halfway to 85 and he’s blushing.  

“Maybe I was saying we didn’t have to because I don’t want to,” Otabek says.  If possible, Yuri’s blush deepens.  He turns his back to Otabek and pours the water over the overstuffed tea bags with a steady hand.  

“Fine,” he says.  He’s sure Otabek is just teasing him now. 

“Fine?” Otabek repeats.  

“Fine!”  Yuri grabs the cool milk pitcher from the counter and, as expected, pours more milk than water into his tea.  “Beka, we’ve always-- we knew we weren’t going to be two kids on the back of a motorbike forever.  We knew that would end, like we knew competitive skating would end, like we knew music would change and clothes would change and we would change. I’m not going to stop loving you now because something else changed.  We’ve always changed together.  I don’t care if you have Victor Nikiforov’s dick, or if you don’t want to fuck me anymore, as long as I get to be with you.”

Yuri hears Otabek exhale shaky, the sound of the table creaking as Otabek grips it to help push himself up.  Otabek shuffles toward him slow, and then Yuri feels Otabek’s arms circle around his middle; he’s stayed lanky all this time, and Otabek’s stayed robust, and the way he embraces Yuri has stayed so tight, grounding like an anchor.

 “Fifteen-year-old Yuri would have never said that,” Otabek says in his ear.  His voice is like honey.   

“That’s not true.  Fifteen-year-old Yuri would have said anything to get you to like him,” Yuri replies, and he feels Otabek press a smile into the crown of his head.  “Fifteen-year-old Yuri would have said it, he just wouldn’t have meant it.”

“Do you mean it?” Otabek asks, dry, thin-lipped kisses down the back of his neck.

“Of course, old man,” Yuri replies, turning around.  He grabs Otabek’s soft cheeks in his hands, fingers curling into Otabek’s sideburns.  When he kisses Otabek, softly, Otabek tastes like the same awful chalky dry toothpaste tabs he’s used for the past thirty years, and a little like sleep.  He licks a little into Otabek’s mouth just to be a shit, and Otabek laughs, grabbing at his collar as Yuri pulls back with his tongue out.  “Don’t be stupid.” 

 “I’m not okay with people shipping Otayuri … because I wanna know what made them look at yurio in canon and think ‘i wanna see him older and sexy’”

[REJECTED PROVERB, SOME DIPSHIT ON TUMBLR]

[somuchanemoia]

Day 2: Wedding Jitters

Written by: @porkcutletbowltrash

For: Day 2 - Nerves  #yoiweddingweek ( @yoiweddingweek)

Summary: 

Yuri turned to look at him with a small smirk, “Otabek came to be emotional support since Viktor won’t be there until next Monday. I came so I can smack you again if you need it.”

April, Yuuri decided, was a beautiful time of year in Saint Petersburg. After the harsh winters that Russia had, the early spring was very nice sight for sore eyes. The weather, while still a bit nippy, was nice to run in during the morning without the worry of freezing to death. Plus, there were more people roaming the streets; more tourists coming to see the romantic cathedrals, majestic looking palaces, and luxury gardens. While most people had hated the growth in tourists, Yuuri had found a comfort in it – with tourists around there was a bigger chance that Viktor wouldn’t have to translate everything to him, and there might be a chance for him to speak English.

April was also THE month. In just two short weeks (or long in Yuuri’s opinion), He and Viktor would be getting married. He and Viktor would become Husbands and not just boyfriends or fiancés. The thought always made Yuuri smile; he couldn’t wait to be Viktor’s. He just had to wait two more weeks.

While the whole aspect was extremely exciting, Yuuri was also being wracked to the core with anxiety. What if he got to the end of the aisle and was standing in front of the priest, and Viktor didn’t say “I do”? What if something happened and he forgot his vows? What if it rained on the day of the wedding and they had to cancel? What if they forgot the rings in Russia or they forgot to plan something? Half of the time, Yuuri’s brain was being clouded with the feeling of impending doom as April 11th approached.

Thankfully, in Yuuri’s mind, as the anxiety of the situation encroached upon him, Viktor had been called off to do some press conferences and promo for sponsors in Europe and across the US so he could enjoy the three-week span of wedding madness. Yuuri was due to fly back home to Hasetsu (Makkachin in tow) in a couple of days to finish making some wedding arrangements and the week after, Viktor would be flying in from Cambridge. As the day got closer to flying back home, he could help be a little grateful that Viktor wasn’t there. He could panic in the peace of the apartment he and Viktor shared without raising suspicion. He didn’t want to worry Viktor or have him think he was getting cold feet and would suddenly make a runner. Viktor was more than excited for the wedding and showed no signs of being nervous at all, which was very Viktor like. Yuuri swore that Viktor had no capability of being nervous; awkward yes, but anxious not so much.

He would often spend the whole day training with the other Russian skaters under the watchful eye of Yakov. Viktor had entrusted Yuuri to his coach and, Yuuri suspected, begged their friend and fellow competitor, Yuri Plisetsky and, his boyfriend, Otabek Altin, to keep a close eye on Yuuri while he was away. This suspicion seemed to be confirmed as Yuri or Otabek or both would stick close to him to translate things into English for him when they would find themselves eating together during lunch or going out for drinks after a long day of practice.

After the past couple of years competing alongside both Yuri and Otabek, the three of them seemed to become closer. Yuri’s insults towards Yuuri were more teasing and playful, more to make Yuuri push harder than to be insulting. Although, if warranted, Yuri didn’t seem to mind still calling him a “piggy” or “loser” in his Russian accented English. Otabek, on the other hand, had never really bothered with Yuuri before, but now instead of completely ignoring his existence, he would often find the Kazakh skater throwing him a soft smile here and there and would keep Yuri from exploding on Yuuri at random.

However, neither Yuri or Otabek had seen the mass hysteria that was slowly over powering Yuuri Katsuki.

That was, until today. They finally all had a day off at the same time; a once in a blue moon occurrence that warranted some sort of fun activity between both couples. Since Viktor wasn’t there to help enjoy the day with their friends, Yuuri was left to fly solo with Yuri and Otabek, like an awkward third wheel that couldn’t speak much Russian, not that it really bothered him. He had more pressing issues on his mind.

“Hey, baka? You listening?” Yuri nudged his shoulder and Yuuri looked down to meet the sky blue eyes. “Uh...” “I’ll take that as a no. Where do you want to go? We’ve been walking around the square for hours. I’m hungry.” Yuri had stopped and was tapping his foot impatiently as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his oversized black hoodie. Yuuri could tell immediately that it was Otabek’s since it hung down to Yuri’s knees and the sleeves had been pushed up extensively so you could see the small hands of the “Russian Fairy”. Yuuri opened his mouth, but no answer came out. In all honesty, he wasn’t really hungry. He felt like he was going to throw up if he consumed even water, let alone food. “There’s that new place a few blocks away.” Otabek had stopped and was facing the two, “We could try there.” “What do you think Kastsudon?” “Sure,” Yuuri mumbled and blushed softly. He really wished they would stop staring at him. “Let’s go then.” He could feel Yuri’s eyes slide over him once before they started walking again.

They had walked into a small tiny café that Yuuri remembered Viktor pointing out one morning on the way to the rink. It was a small little café that served classical Russian dishes and pastries, and while the mixed smell of pirozhkis, Zakuski, and warm muffins was heavenly, the thought of eating made Yuuri almost want to vomit. He just wanted to go home then, hide under the covers with Makkachin and call Viktor. Just hearing Viktor’s voice seemed to make the anxiety building in Yuuri’s chest less severe, even if Yuuri did his best to keep the feeling of it rising from his stomach and into his voice. It felt like the happiness from Viktor’s voice seemed to travel through the phone and gave Yuuri some of the same feelings. And in those moments when they would be on the phone talking late into the night, Yuuri often realized how much he loved Viktor Nikiforov. Viktor was his favorite drug and he couldn’t get enough of him. He was Yuuri’s Agape and his Eros.

As Yuri and Otabek ordered both decent helpings of food, Yuuri simply ordered some tea, with the excuse that he ate a really large and late breakfast. Otabek eyed him suspiciously but soon turned back to Yuri who was leaning against his side softly as he started talking about the upcoming grand prix. As the waitress had brought Yuuri his cup of steaming chamomile tea, he listened to the two go back and forth, nodding when needed and humming if nodding wasn’t the appropriate response.

He really was trying to follow the conversation, but the panic was rising in him. It was the same kind of feeling that he had experienced when Yuri once threatened to run him down with the Zamboni if he retired (he knew Yuri wouldn’t back down from his threats). It was like a ravenous monster was trying to rip itself out of Yuuri from the inside out. Yuuri bit his lip softly and leaned his elbows on the table trying to calm down. He couldn’t go into a fit of hysterics right in the middle of this café.

He was so stuck in his head, that Yuuri didn’t even realize the concerned looks exchanged between his two friends or the feeling as Yuri pulled Yuuri from his seat while Otabek paid the tab. He didn’t really remember the cab ride from the café back to Yuri and Otabek’s apartment, Yuri and Otabek steering him along like a floating tide buoys in the middle of a hurricane. “Kastsudon? Hey, baka?” Yuri had tried to get him to make eye contact with him multiple times on the ride home, but Yuuri was lost in his own world of fear and panic. As they now stood in front of the door, Yuri and Otabek were becoming even more concerned.

Otabek unlocked the door and ushered them both inside. Something was wrong with Yuuri and they weren’t entirely sure what. He had been acting strange all day like he wasn’t fully there. They had both known that Yuuri would get this way sometimes, but usually, Viktor was the only one who could sort him out. “Yuuri?” Yuri pushed the man to sit on the couch and crouched down to look into his eyes. Yuri may not have been the best of friends, but he knew that Katsuki had needed someone right now, “Yuuri? What’s wrong?” Yuuri gulped and fiddled with his fingers, “N-Nothing.” His voice was scratchy and wobbly, like a child’s who was on the verge of tears. Otabek came and sat beside the Japanese skater and put a hand on his shoulder, “Yuuri, we want to help you.” He murmured to him. Yuuri shook his head and one simple glance at Yuri, Otabek knew there was a storm about to brew.

As foreseen, Yuri stood up and kicked hard at the piece of the couch next to Yuuri’s legs, trying to get his attention. “Proklyat'ye! That’s bullshit, Yuuri!” Otabek could see the concern in Yuri’s eyes, even though his face was contorted into one of anger. Yuuri hiccupped and brought his knees to his chest, the inner tide of anxiety was over getting stronger and faster. Otabek held up a hand to his boyfriend and tried to calm both of them down, “Yuuri, what’s on your mind?” This seemed to calm Yuri down some and knelt back on the floor so he could watch Yuuri’s face. He had never seen his softer spoken nerdy friend like this before. He knew that the excessive energy that Viktor had exerted often turned Yuuri into a content person, even when nerves struck him at competitions, but this was a whole new scenario that Yuri was hoping he would never have to see.

It was then that the flood gated broke; the anxiety over powered him. He had lost control and just like that he started to become hysterical. Neither Otabek or Yuri really knew what to do as Yuuri started to sob loudly and hyperventilate. Otabek awkwardly put an arm around Yuuri’s shoulders and tried to find something to say, “It’s alright...whatever it is that’s bothering you, I promise it’ll be okay. Do you want me to call Viktor for you? He might be at a conference but I-“ “NO!” Yuuri cried loudly as he took short wheezing breaths, “Please. Viktor. Viktor can’t know.” “What are you talking about Yuuri?” Yuri looked up into Yuuri’s dark brown eyes that were flooded with tears. “Don’t tell Viktor. Please. Don’t.” He sobbed and placed his head between his knees. Otabek continued to awkwardly pat his back, not really sure what to do. Yuri sighed and looked up at his boyfriend, “Ostavaytes' s nim?” Otabek nodded softly, “Chto vy delayete?” “Sobirayus' zakhvatit' neskol'ko veshchey. Vozmozhno, pozvonite Viktoru.” “On ne khochet, chtoby my nazyvali Viktora.  Mozhet byt', pozzhe.”

Yuri nodded and went into the kitchen to grab some water and then to the linen cupboard for a blanket. He remembered from past experience that when in shock, EMTs would often wrap people in a blanket and have them drink some water to help calm them down. Coming back into the living room, he carefully handed the blanket to Otabek, who wrapped it around Yuuri’s shaking frame as he continued to sob, “Yuuri, it’s alright. Just take some deep breaths.” Yuri knelt in front of his blubbering friend and held the glass of water in front of him, “Why don’t you try to drink something.” Yuuri shook his head, “I can’t!” “You’re gonna be just fine, Yuuri. I’ll even hold the glass for you. Just take a sip.” Yuuri’s ragged breaths had started evening out some as time had passed, but now they were starting to become quicker paced once more. With a sigh, Yuri set the glass on the table behind him, “Alright! Alright. You don’t have to take a drink Kastsudon. What’s the matter?”

An hour had gone by and finally, Otabek and Yuri had managed to calm Yuuri down enough to get him to tell them what was going on. “It’s all this damn wedding nonsense.” Yuri sighed as he laid back against the bottom of the couch next to Yuuri’s feet, “And Viktor being gone hasn’t helped matters. I should get him to come home right now.” Yuuri’s tears started up again and Otabek sighed loudly in annoyance at his boyfriend, “On nakonets uspokoilsya!” Yuri slid up to sit on the other side of Yuuri on the couch and put a hand on top of the messy black head of hair, “I’m sorry Yuuri. I didn’t mean to make you more upset.” “Yurio, what happens if it all goes wrong? What if Viktor decides he doesn’t want to marry me anymore?” Panic was rising in Yuuri again but was quickly stopped by the sharp smack to the cheek. Yuuri’s head flew to the side and his tears stopped as he blinked in surprise, trying to get his breathing under control. “Yuri...” Otabek murmured in surprise. Yuri ignored his boyfriend and locked eyes with Yuuri. He was now standing in front of him and Yuuri had never seen this much anger in Yuri’s eyes before, “Are you fucking kidding me?! How stupid are you? I knew you were dumb and all but really!?” “I-“, Yuuri started but Yuri cut him off. “No! It’s my turn to talk. I have watched you and Viktor being all romantic and lovey dovey for two and a half years. I can’t go anywhere around the rink or the gym without seeing you two kissing or flirting, chert voz'mi! You two are so disgusting.” “Yuri...” Otabek hissed but stopped when his boyfriend glared at him. “No. He needs to hear this.” Yuri turned back to Kastsudon who was staring up at him in surprise, “I did not give up a gold or silver medal to you and Viktor for nothing. You both beat me fair and square in the Grand Prix and if you don’t think Viktor was what pushed you, and you him, you are stupid. If you think all of the kisses and sightseeing and cute little love notes – don’t blush, I saw them! – aren’t showing Viktor’s love for you, then you are blinder than a bat.”

Yuuri blinked up at the seventeen-year-old Russian skater and felt something inside him ease. His breathing was evening out. The flare of panic was decreasing. He knew what Yuri was saying was true. His motivation for all of the last Grand Prix was Viktor. From the flow of his step sequences to the music to his jumps, they all had a hint of Viktor in them. They all professed his love for his one and only. Viktor was his muse and Yuuri was Viktor’s.

He knew that deep down, everything was going to be just fine. He knew Viktor didn’t run away from anything and Yuuri would never run away from Viktor. And the slight stinging on his cheekbone reminded him of that.

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It had been a few days since Yuuri’s huge panic attack and after Yuri smacked him, and Yuuri was feeling a lot better. Otabek and Yuri had managed to convince Yuuri to talk to Viktor about his recent bouts of anxiety, much to Yuuri’s worry, but Viktor had been more than understanding. He had offered to fly back on the soonest flight, but after an hour long debate, Yuuri had managed to convince Viktor to finish his business in the States and then fly to Japan the next week. The next couple of days had been easier on Yuuri’s emotions, with the occasional nervous spurt. He was more excited than anxious about the upcoming week than he had been since Viktor had been gone. He could feel Yuri and Otabek keeping a watchful eye on him still, but he wasn’t affected by it much.

This morning was a little hectic for Yuuri as he tried to quickly pack his bag before his 10 am flight, while also packing for Viktor’s full sized poodle, Makkachin. But, after triple checking that he had the wedding band he was gonna present to Viktor in a little over a week and double checking that he had his phone, he started out to his cab that would take him and Makkachin to the airport. After the hassle of getting checked in and getting through the security with Makkachin (Viktor had managed to get Makkachin to be licensed as a therapy dog once Yuuri came to live in Russia), they both had settled into the chairs near the gate.

Makkachin was resting his head in Yuuri’s lap as he sat in front of him and waggled his tail. “I wish Viktor was here.” He mumbled to Makkachin, who panted in response, “I bet you do too, huh girl?” “Don’t worry piggy. You’ll be seeing him in a week.” Yuuri practically had a heart attack as he jumped at the sound of the Russian accented English. Whipping around, he was a sight he never thought he would be seeing.

Yuri Plisetsky was striding towards him, a backpack hanging off his shoulders and his tall stoic boyfriend, Otabek Altin in tow. “What-“, Yuuri stood as Makkachin whined, “What’re you two doing here?” “What do you think? Going to Japan, baka.” Yuri said as he slumped in a chair next to Yuuri. “I can see that but-“ Yuri turned to look at him with a small smirk, “Otabek came to be emotional support since Viktor won’t be there until next Monday. I came so I can smack you again if you need it.”

I hope you all loved Day 2! I’ll be posting again tomorrow!

Check out the rest of the story: Day 1, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, & Day 7