#LINKS AWAKENING YURI HELL YEAH

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talesofgay replied to your post “what is up with global tales of link this month lol. eight EX...”

Link has gone way too hardcore on this. It almost feels like they are throwing the "GIVE US YOUR MONEY" events as a way to save themselves from the failure that was the start of duel fes grand opening. Also the pull rates on the halloween event is just excruciatingly bad omg like Link??? wtf are you doing???

that definitely seems to be what’s happening...duel fes wasn’t very fun and mostly just confused me (granted, i wasnt a fan of pvp anyways) =w=;; for the halloween event rates though...i didn’t pull so i didn’t look too closely, but it’s 10%, right? the same as usual? what’s bad about it? :O 

soymilkheaven replied to your post “what is up with global tales of link this month lol. eight EX...”

I know, Link has been insane this month and I'm dying. I'm also saving gels and stones for other things. Like Aladdin Lion, or a Sorey/Mikleo/Yuri/Judas SA. But damn Link needs to chill with the "give us money now" events and do more "here are bosses to pit your shiny new 6* units against" events.

yeah! and after these halloween ones a while later the groom/bride gachas should be arriving soooo. lots to save up for. link stop it with the temptations, this is too much >.> i wanted ares precisely so we can check out our new 6*s, but dammit we got grinding hell with velvet instead...

and while im at this can i just mention i hate how the awakening tokens are only available for limited time and then we have to trade it for absurdly high prices? i didnt pay enough attention while those units were coming out and i ended up pulling a ton of old awakening units later, but i can’t awaken them because the trade system is so expensive (and even that is limited time, wtf). THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING. AGHHHHH Q A Q

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A Flower for the Bee [Chapter 5]

[AO3 link : http://archiveofourown.org/works/9238850/chapters/21107348]

Yuri didn't have to ask twice : Victor's door had quickly opened at his request for going on the balcony. With only his pull over, Yuri shivered a little when the window door slidded closes behind him. The evening hadn't been at all what he'd planned –and god knew he hadn't actually planned anything.

He sighed, then tried to take a long breath, inspiring slowly. The cold air from the outside burned a little in his throat and rubbed one of his cheeks with a shaky hand. Oh, shit. In his other hand, there as the postal card, folded back like when it was in the envelope. He could see the house on the picture. He had immediatly recognized Oabek's home, Otabek's street, from the few pictures displayed in his feed on the social network.  

Snorting again a little, Yuri took his phone from his back pocket. The amount of notifications was still amazingly high, but like the reste of the day the boy didn't give any attention to that. Otabek's conversation was still on.  

 Ota-bee : "hey, are you feeling better?"

Ota-bee : "have fun ok?"

There was nothing after this last message and Yuri forgot how to breath for a few seconds. 'Have fun'? In the end, he was finally understanding some little things. Otabek knew about tonight's surprise. Of course, he did. Or maybe not. When did he gave this letter? By the way, who did he gave it to? Yakov? Victor? J.J.? Someone else? Mila, maybe? Wait, why Mila? Because Victor compared both them and associated Mila to his training?  

And  speaking of Otabek, what did all that meant?  

He was thinking, too much, too messly, couldn't manage to get any clue on anything, and in the end he didn't even know what he was thinking about, first thing. His thumb had suddenly crashed on Otabek's name and the screen became green, starting the call. Yuri wasn't sure if he would have someone at the other side. It was only ringing for now.  

Once.

It was late, like...More than ten? More than eleven? He didn't remember well.  

Twice.

He was pretty sure that Otabek was tired of his day, he hadn't sleep a lot the night before becaue of Yuri's birthday to greet.  

Third ringing.  

What was he even calling him for? It wasn't--

"Hi?"

Oh, shit shit shit shit. Otabek's voice in the microphone sounded so deep, so low, so...So Otabek, actually, and it quite took him appart.  

Yuri's heartbeat sounded like it was actually living in his ears, pounding so hard that it was amost painful, and he had to lean against the metal fence that was running aroung the balcony to hold with the reality around him.  

"Hey," he just answered back. He didn't really trust his own voice, but it came out by itself.  

There was an embarrassing silence for a few seconds more, during which Yuri opened the card, his eyes staring at the few words on it. His heart wouldn't stop beating fast and it was as scary as exciting.  

"I wondered when you'd call," Otabe finally said, and the amount of words startled the boy. At first, he nodded silently but immediatly realized it was pointless.

"Sorry, got trapped...," he murmured.  

There was a soft giggle in his ear. Otabek sounded a little out of the time. Was he in bed? Had he awaken him with his call? It had to be so late for the Kazakh.  

"Yeah, I kind of happened to know about that," Otabek said.  

There was a sound, as if the skater was moving and soon Yuri could picture the sheets slip around him when shifting for a better position. Somehow, the image was breathtaking, and he felt himelf smile.  

"Where you sleeping?" He asked.  

"Who knows?"

"Hey, I was meant to be nice!"  

"Yeah. And you are."  

It had been days, weeks actually, since their last casual call. Every time they used this way of communication, they always had a moment to adjust to each other until they fell into a comfortable discussion. 'Every time' was actually a big term for the two or three calls they had.  

Yuri sighed, maybe a bit too heavily because he head Otabek move again, and a moan reached his ear, taking him by surprise.  

"Uh?"

"Ah, nothing. Just stuck in my sheets, wait a second..."  

Voice low, Otabek was mumbling to himself in a language he couldn't get, probably kazakh and the sound of those incomprehensible words only made Yuri half nervous half in peace with himself as it was giving him some time to get used to his voice. Even if he didn't uderstand a word of it, he liked listening to him and, as weird as it was, he never had any problem admitting it in public. It was even something he'd written once on Twitter and Otabek had purely refused to answer his call on that day. Later, Yuri had learned that the young man had a huge complex about his own voice. So well, having Yuri Plisetsky saying on social network that his voice was the sexiest thing a woman could hear at night wasn't the thing to do, really. What's more, Yuri didn't know a fucking thing about women and what they wanted. He just thought that Otabek's voice was the best thing to hear before sleeping, and he liked their rare late night calls when they happened.  

Otabek never openly reproached him about that tweet.  

"You're done?"Yuri asked.  

"Yeah, I—Ah fuck, get out ecyac! [1]"  

"Uh?"

"Ah hum, the cat wants to play and she attacked...Uh, that hurts, oh shit!"

Yuri blinked a little. "She attacked you?" He repeated. A loud miaowing   resonnated in the microphone and Yuri laughed. A pretty long yet sleepy sigh echoed to his ears and Yuri had a loud shiver. This conversation wasn't going anywhere.  

"Mh? You're ok?" Asked Otabek at the sound.  

"Ah—yeah..." Yuri frictionned his arm with the back of his other hand still holding the card and it reminded him the real reason for his call. Even if Otabek didn't seem to mind. "Hey, tell me..."

"Mmh?"

Yuri giggled softly. "My bee? Man, are you serious?"

In the microphone, Otabek first tsk-ed, but soon his soft laughter echoed to Yuri's. He sighed and a purr resonnated from not so far as the cat was probably back near the young man.  

"Uh..." Otabek startd with. "Why not?"  

Yuri felt like his jaw had suddenly hit the floor as the words and the probable meaning crossed his mind. What the fuck was he even saying?  

"Wha--"

"I MEAN!" Otabek suddenly litterally screamed, as if getting conscious of what he had said. "Yours, like, uh, YOU KNOW!"

Yuri laughed again. Hearing Otabek being so desperate and trying to explain himelf in panick over something he had said in a weird way was actually so much better than when he was writing it in a private message.  

"What should I know?" He breathed.  

His phone was being hot in his grip, and all he could hope was that the cell wouldn't turn off because of the battery. Otabek coughed a little, taken off gard by the question. "That's your fault," he murmured. His voice was low again, low enough to get drown on it and it as that perfect tone on which Yuri could close his eyes only to hear it. No one was watching him anyway; he actually did it.  

"My fault?" Yuri asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You said that the end of my name kind of sounded like 'bee'. Forgot that?"

"Uh? Na, I still think the same thing."  

"See!"

Yuri blinked a little. Oh. Yeah of course, it did explain the situation. Otabek's nickname on Twitter hadn't always been Ota-bee. It was pretty new actually, the man using his real name at first when they started following each other on the social medias. Yuri just happened to notice the new name a few days after Otabek randomly updated it.  

"I don't see anything, dumbass!"  

"Tch! Heartless kid."  

"You finally get one point!"

Once again, they laughed sotly and oh, how sweet it sounded. It was like being with Otabek, like being in that small restaurant on that night, back in Spain during the Grand Prix, talking together as if their lives depended on every word they were saying.  

"S-so," Otabek said again. "Are you skating with me or not?"

As usual, Yuri thought, it was the 'Otabek thing' with his "Will you or not?" and the sudden urge, the sudden need for an answer ligered in the man's voice. Or maybe it was only Yuri's mind analyzing the whole situation, with that personnal hope about Otabek's wish.  

"I'm skating with you," Yuri felt his heart sped up a little at his own words. It wasn't something huge to say, still it sounded like more than a skate thing related. It always sounded like that with Otabek.  

The Kazakh let out a small sigh of relief.  

"I'm glad."

It was like talking to him during that night, face to face. Yuri remembered the usually hard features and the way his face was softening hours after hours. Soft dimples at the corner of his mouth whenever he was smiling, the way the light were coloring his slightly tanned skin. If Yuri had to give his own opinion, Otabek was an handsome man, really.  

He sighed.  

"Yura?"

The blond boy sighed again at the sound of his own name under Otabek's deep voice. It wasn't like being in front of him. It was just alike and so different at the same time. There was that lonely feeling, like being let aside and yet being able to communicate desperatly.  

"Hey, Otabek, I...Uh..."  

"Yeah?"  

Best voice ever, eh? Yuri wasn't sure about 'the sexiest' voice, but it was definitely a tone he liked to listen to. Somehow, he wished they could talk more often.  

"I miss you, bee."  

There were a few seconds during which Otabek didn't say anything, silent like hell, and Yuri moved a little against the fence. Before, he hadn't answred any o Otabek's messages going that way, didn't replied to his apologies for wriing such a thing without thinking twice. The Kazakh finally puffed a little, then laughed softly.  

"Yeah, me too flower," he breathed.  

"Flower sounds gay," Yuri grunted while tip toeing a little on the balcony. "And I...Oh shit!"  

"What's the matter?"  

Yuri had lifted his head up while moving, and his gaze had met...J.J.'s eyes. Face flat against the bay window of Victor's appartment, the man was devilishly smiling and taking pictures with his phone. Since when was he there, doing that? At the idea, Yuri felt his face turn red and hot. Wasn't it enough that they had to watch him cry for like, absolutly nothing? It had been enough to live, he didn't need the Canadian to take proves of...Of WHAT, actually!?

"Yura?" He heard Otabek's voice call. "What is it?"  

"I'm going to kill J.J., see you Otabek, 'kay?"  

"Uh...Yeah?"  

"Bye."

A laughter again in his ear, the soft sound of Otabek's head probably hitting his pillow as if he was litterally falling into it, and Yuri wasn't sure why his face was burning so much.

"Yeah, bye. Call me tomorrow?" Otabek whispered.  

Oh shit. Now he fucking knew why his face could be so hot. Who in the world wouldn't crave for such a voice to say something like that?  

"Y-yes, of course, yeah tomorrow," he precipitately stuttered. He, Yuratchka, just sounded so weird with only that sentence that it made him bite his low lip. But the sight of J.J. kind of allowed him to keep in mind where they were and he frowned at the brunet, and he babbled a last 'bye' beore shutting his phone off.  

A huge laughter was coming from the inside of the appartment –J.J. had left the window door, probably to join Victor and Yakov.  

But Yuri was definitely going to kill the guy. And destroy that fucking cellphone and all its content. Especially the pictures he'd been taking since morning. 

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[1] Meant to be ‘idiot' in kazakh BUT tell me if I'm wrong XD