#WHO *IS* COMING BACK!!! GIVE ME YURI CRUMBS!!!

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

the kyoryuger canon pair still gets to you, huh?

it SUCKS!!!! I'M SORRY!!!!

can't wait to see nossan and candelira tho and i do mean that

[bizlybebo]

GIVE ME THE STARSKATE PROPAGANDA !!!!!!!!!! I SEE U !!!! I LOVE THEM BOTH!!! GIMME UR THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM !!!!!!!

OK HELLO !!!! ANSWERING THIS NOW !!!!

(SPOILERS UP UNTIL UHH. SEASON 2 EP 35? FOR ANYBODY ELSE WHO SEES THIS !!!)

so like. lightspeed is a very special character to me already. she's one of my favorite characters to come from prime defenders i think about her allllll the fuckin time.

the crumbs of this ship started in my brain when we got to see that letter that lightspeed wrote to miss g while she was in the hospital/whatever it was she was staying at. i know it's just a typical like. friendly coworker thing to do but the tone of it all and just. ougughh my love for lightspeed made me think about it way too hard.

lightspeed probably looks up to miss g soso incredibly highly, since miss g was likely the one who invited her to join WATCH and appointed her to the role of one of the sovereign five. i think lightspeed wants to be great, too, and impress miss g. there's this innate kind of admiration she has, but it's overshadowed by her guilt and her grief.

i think both lightspeed and miss g's previous partners are part of what make this ship so like. alluring?? not quite the right word but yknow. just cause lightspeed is haunted by the guilt of not being able to save her previous partner, and miss g is still dealing with her divorce from her husband (comphet lesbian miss g....).

at the core of it, lightspeed wants to carry the world on her shoulders and impress miss g, she wants to do it all and be the perfect hero. miss g likely doesn't want to burden lightspeed further more than she already is, and so she holds herself back. it leads to this weird stand-offish sort of romantic tension. i think lightspeed would kind of linger at miss g's desk, trying to think of things to say, of stuff to fill the silence with so neither of them had to address whatever was happening between them-- cause it isn't exactly romance, but it's surely not just a gal pal thing. yknow??

essentially. they have this weird divorced-but-not-because-they-never-even-got-married energy, and i think a lot of it is just a weird situationship. the kind of thing that neither of them dare to address because it shatters the fragility of such a thing, but their conversations do occasionally go beyond just work and regular small talk, and they definitely dont interact like Just Gal Pals.

and just. ouughh the way it's almost entirely onesided on lightspeed's side is sooo heartbreaking to me. i think red was the one who said like. lightspeed falls in love with miss g, and then bam. giant space meatball. she falls in lvoe with archangel, and then, bam. demon possession. there has never been a happy lesbian in jrwi i fear. jrwi pd tragic yuri.........

[abcdosaka]

i have such a love hate relationship with how gege writes women like he’s tackling the oppression of women and yet the women aren’t the important part of that conversation like he keeps killing them off 💀 it’s like how the walking dead would introduce a black character and immediately kill the previous main cast member black character

☝️ thing i can’t fault him for is that every female char is incredibly likeable. except maybe hana but tbh i still like her bc i could forgive women for anything she just got done dirty by the narrative. same with remi but honestly, instead of disliking her she made me dislike fushiguro a bit. (it’s not that i thought he’s at fault for anything i just disliked the set up for that arc) personally i think those two were the only major fumble writing wise. oh and tsumiki although i guess there wasn’t much more for her to do i was hoping she��d be more than a plot device (she was likeable anyway she made me like fushiguro more lmao)

omg i just realized what they all have in common is that they’re all related to fushiguro somehow.

another thing he does well is giving them their MOMENTS which to me is kinda more important than their depth in a battle shonen. like almost all the female combatants get a super raw moment. even hana shining that light on meguna was soo beautiful like idk that sticks out in my mind (until she fucked it up ofc)

nobara i think was actually rly well done. i still think there’s hope she’ll come back tbh. even though i said otherwise that’s just me pretending idc. yuki had a really good fight and she was so charismatic that i can forgive her death being related to choso so much (also bc i like choso). i just really wish we could have seen more of her earlier and know more abt her, esp her being a star plasma vessel, ik she was a supporting character but i was so hyped to see her in action. she’s one of my favs. tengen is also low key a fav even tho she didn’t rly do anything she’s well established and idk i just like her. uro is another fav who i need to see more of i hope she isn’t done for i feel like she got spared for a reason. yorozu was pure comedy i liked her and i kinda miss her i wish she stuck around longer. i stanned mai from her first appearance. maki is obviously my queen no words needed. i also thought momo was super cute and i still wanna know wtf that miwa panel was in the cg arc i think that was a genuine he forgot moment. mei mei and momjaku are freaks but i like them both they really help set the tone

ig the only issues are that 1) they keep dying and 2) their most important moments are related to a man somehow. i guess it makes sense bc it is aimed at a male audience but like if you’re writing abt women’s issues then you have to acknowledge the women in question as…people? that’s not rly what i mean to say but idk how else to phrase it. it feels like he wants to do a good job tackling these issues but he doesn’t rly get the core of the issue.

anyway it sounds like i’m shitting on him but the fact that he’s clearly making an attempt at expanding on the female characters instead of being like “here bitch damn” (and it’s a girl who gets one chapter of depth and is written out immediately after) is what actually touches my heart. altho ig he kinda did that with everyone but maki like i remember being surprised he went so far in the perfect prep arc for maki like i didn’t think she’d get a power up like that. and then in the sakurajima colony arc i didn’t know she’d continue to be relevant and then jumping sukuna with yuji like okayyy

the nice part of never getting fed is that crumbs are so delicious and nutritious for me. anyway i believe in kenjaku (old woman) x tengen heian era old woman yuri

[aurheatum]

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

so this is going to be long and full of headcanons! spoilers for rheas whole thing and the kusakihara's 10000.... year history crumbs for any who care

Okay so pretty obviously people come in two types to Rhea 1. Humans and 2. Nabateans

Humans first

For context, I tend to assume Rhea was born around the midpoint of humanity/agartha’s war against Sothis.

General timeline would be Sothis decides to have one (1) more mitosis baby > She puts the Torment in the Valley of Torment > Eventually humanity exhausts its nukes/agarthans retreat and Sothis gives up the last of her strength to heal Fódlan’s land

Strictly speaking we don’t know what Fódlan’s technology was like post Sothis going to sleep but I think we can assume it is about where 3H proper is just based on the particular technologies Rhea bans (no oil or electricity for u). I think that speaks volumes to how little Rhea trusts humanity and how foolish a collective she thinks them.

But then there’s Wilhelm.

“He saved me. Supported me. Gave his all to the cause of defeating Nemesis.”

Even after all these years Rhea still speaks of him like she owes him a debt. Fitting, since she would have met Wilhelm shortly after seeing the entirety of Zanado slaughtered by humans (sans nukes this time!) – and it was only with his help she was able to reclaim her mother’s bones.

(I think this was probably the most hopeful time for her: she would never have predicted that once her enemies were defeated the goddess simply wouldn’t return.)

And he’s certainly not the last in a line of humans she continues to trust. There’s Jeralt who would have basically been her son-in-law had Sitri survived, and Catherine who’s the sole person she relies on in the Crimson Flower route.

Two out of three of those humans first encounter Rhea-as-Rhea when she plays nursemaid to them. That, and the fact, in every route besides CF Rhea is willing to sacrifice herself just to prevent Garreg Mach from becoming another Zanado makes me think while Rhea certainly doesn’t entirely trust humans, she’s never been able to entirely hate them either.

Part of her putting her life on the line is absolutely because she thinks it’s what Sothis would do in her place, duty rather than sentiment. Largely she does sees the humans of Fodlan as her flock but the little details we get about her relationships with Jeralt and Catherine, and the simple fact she admits being archbishop is lonely in her teatime talk, makes it pretty clear that as foolish and ignorant as she thinks humans are she also cannot help but want to find companionship in them.

Rhea’s a fool too, after all.

And lonely! More on that in the next bit.

Nabateans

So the only surviving family members we know Rhea has are:

-Indech (currently chilling in a lake #respect)

-Macuil (got the hell out of Fódlan and became an angry desert hermit)

-Flayn (up until the last decade has been in dragon cryostasis)

and Seteth.

(The four apostles were also probably nabateans/their descendants based on Yuri’s backstory. Important to point out that Aubin would have been wandering Fódlan for some time before coming to save little kid Yuri and then peacefully dying.)

What do they all sans Seteth/Flayn duo have in common?

Oh, right. They all left her!

I imagine since Rhea is on her twelfth attempt to make a Sothis soul jar just twenty years prior to the game that this has been going on for… awhile. We know the apostles were involved in the founding of Garreg Mach, and I would assume the same of at least Indech if not Macuil. But bit by bit the years wore on them as did Rhea’s stubbornness and they went to go make the best of their long lives.

I think it’s important to note Seteth’s profile mentions he’s only come back to Garreg Mach recently ( I just double checked and it's legit the year after Jeralt sets a fire. Seteth is just the community pizza man gif.).** From a writing standpoint this is done to explain how and when Flayn awoke, and to give Seteth a reason for having no idea what or who Byleth is in the game proper until Rhea outright tells him.

But like. That’s the thirteenth vessel Rhea’s (albeit unintentionally) made. You really think that Seteth never knew about any of the others? I doubt it. He clearly disagrees with Rhea’s fixation on Sothis but continues to support her all the same.

Family means a lot to the both of them. Rhea especially.

I think she resents Seteth’s brothers for leaving, but I do think she’d welcome them back all the same, as for Seteth and Flayn: she may not say it but they mean more to her than anyone else, particularly in Seteth’s case because he always came back.

explains inoues banger performance here

**ok fire was 1159. Seteth comes back 1162. I still think Seteth pizza guy is funny and also a tldr of his relationship w rhea

[cuteteacakes]

Here's a free ask to tell us how much you love Yoi! :D I haven’t seen someone who loves it as much and that's just so dang cute! You go you!

Oh I'm positive there are people out there who love it even more than me-! xD But I'm a Pisces sun of course I'm going to get overly emotional about it! (disclaimer: You asked for it this gets long)

WHERE TO BEGIN THOUGH?? On my first watch of it, I thought it would be a comeback story for Yuuri, like he totally bombed his first Grand Prix Final, so it would be about how he gets back on top right?? HOW WRONG I WAS.

Oh my goodness all the narrators are so unreliable in this anime it makes me laugh! Viktor is worried he won't be able to surprise the audience anymore? BULLSHIT. Yuuri is worried that he's not good enough and just a dime-a-dozen figure skater? MY DUDE. Yurio worried that he won't make it in the future if he doesn't give it his all on his senior division debut?? BABY YOU HAVE A BRIGHT FUTURE DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT!!!

PLUS HOW THE WHOLE ANIME DOESN'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT GENDER IDENTITY AND BOYS CAN BE AS FEMININE AS THEY WANT WITHOUT JUDGEMENT??? Guang-hong has a pink room filled with plushies! Yuuri dances eros from the pov of the woman not the playboy!! Young Viktor with long hair portraying both masculine and feminine parts in his skating?? YOU GO BOYS SHOW THEM YOUR FEMININE SIDES!!

AND MY FAVORITE PART OF ALL IS THE WAY ALL TYPES OF LOVE IS PORTRAYED. It's definitely not a shoujo romance! But there's so much love!! and ugh ugh ugh my heart!! I just want Viktor and Yuuri to be happy and in love forever and ever and THEY AREN'T EVEN REAL. WHO DOES THAT?? WHO MAKES FICTIONAL *underlines several times* CHARACTERS THAT YOU DON'T SIMP FOR BUT YOU SIMP FOR THEIR HAPPINESS??? UGH. YOU SEE WHY THIS FANDOM CAN RISE FROM THE DEAD WHEN GIVEN A CRUMB OF CONTENT??? ICE ADOLESCENCE DROPS AND IT'S LIKE A NECROMANCER SPRINKLED LIFE JUICE ALL OVER HUNDREDS OF GRAVES IN THE YURI ON ICE FANDOM GRAVEYARD BUT I WAS THE GRAVE KEEPER TRYING TO TEND THE PLOTS OF LAND WHILE EVERYONE RESTED. I NEVER DIED. IF ANYTHING AS THE YEARS GO ON MY LOVE GROWS AND IT'S SO UNFAIR THAT NOTHING NEW IS COMING OUT.

All I have to do now is collect old merch, scour the internet for fanart and doujins, REWATCH THE ANIME FOR THE SIXTH TIME NOW. Did you know that's a thing on Instagram? In honor of the five-year anniversary we're doing a hashtag yurionreset where we watch an episode every Tuesday like they were being released back in 2016! I just finished episode 3 and OH MY HEART THE WAY VIKTOR JUST GENTLY HOLDS ONTO YUURI'S ARM TO GROUND HIM AT THE END I *dies* YES I'VE WATCHED THIS SIX TIMES NOW AND IT STILL!!! GETS ME!!!! RIGHT IN THE HEART!!!!!

Hoo boy that got long. But as you can see, anon, I am probably not the biggest fan! I've seen posts that really delve into the symbolism and deeper meanings of scenes. I read one about the difference in height between Yuuri and Viktor when they hug in two different episodes and like I don't look for that but I love reading what other people discover! There was another one dissecting the airport reunion scene and it unalived me several times (yes I've died more than once)

And the music, the soundtrack, UGH SO GOOD. The song at the end credits? You Only Live Once?? Makes me cry. The airport reunion scene music? Makes me cry. The piano music when Viktor's asking what he should be to Yuuri?? YOU GUESSED IT. OPENS UP THE WATER WORKS. I don't know what it is about this stupid anime that makes me cry so freaking much but I've probably produced LITERS OF TEARS THANKS TO YURI ON ICE.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk and letting me indulge in what I hope to be a lifelong love. ;u;

[4lyeskas]

recollect me, darling

read it on Ao3 SERIES: Yuri!!! On Ice PAIRING: Otabek Altin x Yuri Plisetsky RATING: NSFW / E WARNINGS/TAGS: WttM skate; underage (Yuri 16, Otabek 19); post-canon; blowjobs ( @otayuriwriterscollective )

 To Otabek Altin, Yuri Plisetsky is many things.

Yuri Plisetsky has the eyes of a soldier; Yuri is strong, a force in and of himself. Yuri has storms at the tips of his fingers, the blades of his skates. His beauty and grace are crushing in their intensity. He flows like molten steel on the ice.

Yuri is an enigma. Otabek has long grown used to the different ways he treats people; his anger towards JJ, his resentful admiration of Viktor, his brash regard for Katsuki. And then he turns and that dazzling smile is directed at Otabek as he pulls Otabek down the street towards this café, as he asks about Kazakhstan and Canada and America. For all the sternness of Otabek’s expression, he doesn’t feel nearly as complex and inexplicable as this boy he’s befriended.

Yuri is bright, and surprisingly childish, and quick to insecurity. He is exceedingly competitive and uncertainly affectionate.

And, Otabek realizes as he watches that same boy step out onto the ice, Yuri is dangerous.

Yuri Plisetsky is a hurricane, and Otabek is quite frankly ruined.

His eyes are drawn first to the shades, because he distinctly remembers Yuri jeering JJ for wearing sunglasses on his head, indoors. Then his gaze flicks to the hair, his fringe pulled back in a half-ponytail, making him look older, harsher. The purple jacket is extremely Yuri, and the shirt—

Otabek inhales sharply. He knows that shirt.

He stands rooted to the ice (where Yuri had told him to stand at the beginning of the routine), staring, staring, as Yuri lithely shrugs out of that blazer to reveal a ripped black singlet underneath and that is Otabek’s shirt.

It’s big on Yuri, as is any piece of clothing that Otabek owns. The fabric pools around Yuri’s hips, which are clad in the tightest material Otabek has ever seen, and Otabek is desperately trying to keep his eyes at a more respectable level. Yuri tosses the blazer away carelessly, jumping right into a quad toe loop, stealing Otabek’s breath away with every flick of his arms, every bend of his body. And Otabek is sincerely regretting that he’d agreed to Yuri’s request that Otabek promise not to touch him for the entire day, because the curve of Yuri’s spine through the cutouts of the shirt is driving Otabek mad.

His hands twitch at his sides. His throat is dry. And Yuri Plisetsky, enigmatic and beautiful and dangerous, slides down to his knees and lifts his body into the most obscene arch, from which Otabek cannot look away. Yuri’s head is angled back, baring his throat, his torso one long line from the cant of his hips to the tip of his chin.

Otabek swallows once, twice, and remembers – Yuri coming up to him, right after his own routine had finished, leaning in close and mischievous. One hand resting lightly on Otabek’s chest, thumb stroking in tiny circles. One sentence, low and whispered, with a heat he hadn’t known Yuri was capable of. 

Don’t you fucking dare look away from me.

As if he could. As Yuri opens his eyes to stare at Otabek dead-on, lips parted and chest heaving, Otabek raises his hands in a little shooting gesture as he’d been asked. He wouldn’t tear his gaze away even if his life depended on it.

This is not Katsuki Yuuri’s eros, not Christophe Giacometti’s sensuality. This is filthy, and ruthless, and hot. Yuri bites his lip and Otabek flinches, feels something white-hot under his skin. Yuri leans back in a perfect cambré, baring his throat again, and Otabek cannot breathe.

Otabek wants.

Yuri meets his eyes at the end of the routine, chest heaving and hair a mess. There is a storm in his eyes; look at me.

Otabek realizes two things: he has severely underestimated Yuri Plisetsky, and he is in for trouble tonight.

Later, at the exhibition after-party, Otabek realizes one more thing: Yuri is infuriating as all hell.

Otabek still cannot touch him. Yuri hovers close, so close, and Otabek can feel the heat off his skin. He’s still wearing that singlet over a new and equally indecent pair of black pants. Yuri doesn’t shy away from contact with other people, suffering Katsuki’s scandalized flailing and Viktor’s overbearing hugs and even Chris’s arm around his waist. He meets Otabek’s eyes over his glass of cider and there’s a tease there, a challenge. Otabek grips his glass of champagne harder and forces air into his lungs.

He lets himself be distracted by Viktor’s loud begging for Katsuki to dance with him, but he can feel the weight of a gaze on him. It’s almost tangible. Then there’s a touch, a light graze of fingers to his hip, but before Otabek can react Yuri is with his rinkmates. Over her own glass, Mila smirks at Otabek, leaning in to whisper something in Yuri’s ear.

The gestures pile up. A tap to his wrist. A brush of the shoulder. A hand on the small of his back. Yuri’s gaze on Otabek’s lips, his chest, his throat. Yuri biting on his lip, running his tongue over a stray drop of cider. Yuri touching people who are not Otabek.

Look at me.

Otabek gives easily enough; it is nothing he doesn’t want. His gaze darkens when other people touch Yuri. His eyes follow the sway of those hips, the lean of Yuri’s neck. He breathes heavy, deliberate; the tension in his shoulders is unhidden. He watches Yuri drink in this adoration that borders on eye-fucking, knows Yuri is heady with it.

He lets Yuri read it, openly, that he wants.

Yuri licks crumbs off his fingers and smirks.

When Yuri finally makes his excuses to leave, Otabek is ready to just chuck everything and drag him into the nearest enclosed space.

There’s a light flush on Yuri’s skin, a sheen of sweat. The overhead lights of the hotel corridors throw shadows onto his collarbone, his neck, his back. Otabek watches Yuri’s muscles shift under the shirt, follows a bead of sweat down the dip of his spine.

He reaches out without thinking, and Yuri neatly catches his wrist. The young Russia skater clicks his tongue, glancing at Otabek in mock-disapproval.

Those slender fingers are fire on his skin, and Otabek could beg for more.

Yuri turns to face him completely, looking up at him with a taunt and a promise, and leads them in the last few steps to Otabek’s hotel room.

The heat is pooling in Otabek’s body.

The door clicks shut, and Yuri lets go. Otabek chases the contact, reaching, but Yuri steps lightly away and wags a finger at him.

“Not yet, Beka,” he says teasingly, even as he beckons Otabek further into the room. “Sit,” he orders, pointing to the newly-made bed. The crisply-laid sheets make Otabek want to pull Yuri down to make a mess.

Otabek sits.

Yuri comes in close, brushes his hands through Otabek’s hair. The Kazakh skater clenches his fists in the covers; his exhales come through his mouth, eyes flicking all over Yuri’s body. There’s a smirk pulling at the corner of Yuri’s lips as he leans down, right by the shell of Otabek’s ears.

“Watch,” he breathes out, and it almost rips a groan from Otabek’s throat.

He’s promised, so he holds back, fighting to control his breathing as he watches Yuri step back, lick his lips, sway his body. Yuri drags his hands down the singlet, tugging the fabric to expose more skin. In one smooth and unexpected motion, he drops to his knees, lifting back into that shameless arch as his hands push down to the waistband of his pants.

“Yura.” When Otabek finally speaks, it’s hoarse and pleading. Yuri bares his teeth in a grin while his fingers slowly, deftly unbutton his pants. The sound of the zipper is loud in the room where the only other noise is Otabek’s breathing.

Yuri lifts himself back up on his knees, fingers teasing under fabric. He pushes the pants down little by little, until Otabek can see the little strawberry birthmark in the divot of his left hip. Then he stands, shucking off his pants, left in nothing but black boxers and that damn singlet and Otabek cannot remember how to breathe. Cannot think of anything except want, want, want.

With a flick of his finger, Yuri gestures for Otabek to move further up the bed. He complies without hesitation. And without breaking eye contact, Yuri leans down and crawls up the bed after Otabek until their faces are inches apart and he’s practically straddling Otabek’s lap.

Otabek thinks he might rip the sheets with how hard he’s holding them.

“Were you watching?” Yuri asks softly, as he starts to unbutton Otabek’s shirt.

“Yes,” Otabek breathes in immediate reply.

The smirk returns. “Did you enjoy it?” Light fingers push the sleeves down over Otabek’s shoulders; he shrugs out of his shirt as fast as possible.

“Yes.”

Yuri’s index finger traces a long line from the dip in Otabek’s collar to where a trail of dark hair starts to disappear into his pants; Otabek’s skin burns in its wake. This is torture, and it is exquisite.

Yuri leans in closer and murmurs his words along the cut of Otabek’s jaw.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

Yuri’s fingers play along his hips and Otabek is going to spontaneously combust.

“Yura,” he says again, brokenly, when Yuri does nothing but press his face into the curve of Otabek’s neck and skim his palms down Otabek’s thighs. His chest is heaving; he feels dizzy. He’s never been so turned on in his life.

“Yura, please.”

Yuri kisses him.

Everything he can reach, he touches. Palms splayed across Yuri’s back; teeth dragging down his neck. Hips pressed against each other’s, hot and heavy. Yuri threads his fingers through Otabek’s hair and pulls, scrapes lightly at the nape of his neck. Otabek groans against the dip of Yuri’s shoulder.

“You,” Otabek mutters into Yuri’s waist, where he’s sucked an angry red mark through the gaping arm hole of the singlet, “are extremely unfair.”

“Look who’s talking,” Yuri bites back, although it’s ruined by the hitch in his voice.

Otabek lies back on the pillows, pulls Yuri on top of him, a delicious and promising weight. They kiss and they kiss, open-mouthed and needy. Yuri rocks his hips in small motions, pressing harder and harder into Otabek. There’s a pretty red blush over Yuri’s chest, his cheeks. It makes Otabek want to consume him.

“Beka.” Yuri gasps his name between kisses, and Otabek answers by biting more marks onto his skin where people won’t see (but they both will know). “Fuck, Beka—”

Otabek growls, fingers digging into Yuri’s hips, pulling harder. They keep kissing, messier now, and Otabek keeps pulling away to mouth over as much of Yuri as he can reach. His hands move, sweep over thighs and calves and bruised feet.

“I’m going to blow you,” he states with as much composure as he can muster. Yuri groans into his shoulder.

With great reluctance, Otabek slides Yuri off his lap. The boxers come off while Otabek divests himself of his pants. When Yuri makes to take off the singlet, Otabek stops him.

“Keep it on,” he says, his expression dark. Yuri inhales sharply, but complies. He lies back, near the foot of the bed; Otabek drinks in the sight of those lithe limbs spread out. He wants.

(Look at me.)

He starts with Yuri’s ankles, little kisses to the bone, hands curled reverently around the joint. Up the calves, index finger drawing circles on the backs of his knees. The insides of Yuri’s thighs become littered with small red marks soothed by the press of lips, until Yuri is writhing and panting, the singlet riding up his body like it had during his skate program.

Otabek worships this boy, his strength and his beauty and his steel.

“Beka,” Yuri whines, reaching down to tug at Otabek’s hair again. The Kazakh skater smirks against the crease of Yuri’s thigh, drags his tongue over skin. He hitches Yuri’s legs over his shoulders, and heels dig into his back in a silent demand.

“So impatient,” he teases, biting at the soft skin of Yuri’s inner thigh. But he complies. After not being able to touch Yuri the entire day, he would rather not wait either. So he sinks down, takes Yuri in his mouth, ruins him with his tongue and with the hollowing of his cheeks. His hands press Yuri down onto the bed as he sucks, licks, hums. He flicks at the slit and Yuri muffles a cry with one hand, the other still pulling desperately at Otabek’s hair. And Otabek drinks it all in, the weight and scent of Yuri around him, the taste of his cock. He inhales and goes down, down, until the tip is pressing at his throat and Yuri is keening.

Then he pulls off, mouths down the length, and keeps going. His hands slide under Yuri’s ass, grabbing two handfuls and lifting up.

“Beka—”

Otabek drags the flat of his tongue up the crease of Yuri’s ass and Yuri loses it.

Otabek is neither skilled nor experienced, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and acute attention to what makes Yuri squirm and moan. He alternates between eating Yuri out and lapping at his cock until Yuri is a quivering, aching mess, hand clenched almost painfully in Otabek’s hair and hips twisting frantically.

“Beka – hng – B-Beka, I’m going to – Beka –”

Otabek pulls up to fumble around the bedside table for the small bottle of lube he’d been using the other day to help jack himself off, letting Yuri catch his breath. Then he is back on Yuri, relentless, sinking back down onto his cock and moaning around it. One finger gently, carefully, circles Yuri’s entrance. He presses lightly, easing into tight heat (and he imagines it around other parts of his body, but that is not for tonight—), allowing Yuri to adjust. And then he starts to crook his finger, moving it back and forth, curling, until—

Yuri’s hips jolt as he screams into the palm pressed desperately against his mouth, and he comes inside Otabek’s mouth. The singlet has scrunched up by his armpits and is damp with sweat; his hair is plastered to his forehead. One leg has slipped off Otabek’s shoulder. He looks like an absolute mess.

He looks beautiful and ruined.

Otabek swallows as best as he can, pulling off Yuri with a wet pop. He reaches for the lube again, slicks up his hand, and jerks himself off with his cheek pressed into the inside of Yuri’s thigh. He’s so aroused that it only takes a few strokes for him to come as well, spilling into his palm.

“Yura,” he groans, hand tightening around Yuri’s hip. In response, Yuri weakly cards his fingers through Otabek’s hair, murmuring something Otabek cannot hear.

They lie there for a few moments to catch their breath, Yuri splayed out on the sheets and Otabek between his legs. Eventually, Otabek presses a reverent kiss to Yuri’s stomach, then up on his chest.

“You were amazing out there,” he says honestly, looking Yuri in the eye. Yuri’s gaze moves a little to the left, teeth worrying his lip in embarrassment.

“Look who’s talking,” he grumbles in response, and he looks so shy that Otabek laughs.

“Yura,” he says again, just because he can, and he leans down to kiss Yuri. There is no heat this time, and Otabek rolls them so they are both on their sides. They kiss lazily, pressed against each other; Otabek skims his palm down the curve of Yuri’s side, around to his back.

Yuri Plisetsky is still a hurricane, a force on the ice, but in bed like this Otabek thinks he’s more like a lazy cat. After they’ve cleaned up themselves and the bed, they settle in for the evening, ordering room service and connecting Otabek’s laptop to the television. Yuri is in another of Otabek’s shirts, though one much less revealing this time.

“By the way,” Otabek says halfway through their movie, “why did you settle for this theme for your exhibition program?”

Yuri looks up at him with a mouthful of pirozhki. Otabek figures that’s a counter-question.

“Well.” Otabek taps his finger on his knee. “Your short program was about agape, and your free skate was about strength. This was very – different.”

There’s a pause, in which Yuri chews very slowly and Otabek looks at him expectantly. Yuri picks at the crust of the pirozhki, littering crumbs on the sheet.

“Because.” There’s another pause, and then Yuri huffs. “Because,” he says with finality.

(The entire program had been very Yura, truthfully; Otabek is just curious.)

Yuri eventually drifts off first, exhausted, slumped against Otabek and drooling slightly. Smiling softly, Otabek shifts him to a more comfortable position and turns off the movie. Then he, too, slides under the covers beside Yuri to sleep.

[chromsai]

I uh really like your stories you write, can I request this prompt? A prophecy says that everything you love will die. Zarc could only laugh at his self loathing. He would live forever...

Okay first off I am absolutely genuinely sorry I couldn’t get to this sooner (in truth the day you sent this I actually finished about half of it lmao but I hit 2 obstacles: 1) work stole all of my free time and 2) after that first day writer’s block hit me up hard) so again sorry so much this took forever!! I hope it’s at least worth it if not welp at least I tried and I finished another fic either way so woo!

And secondly, you don’t know how much your ask really made my entire past 2 weeks and also motivated me! Even tho I hit writer’s block swear I tried working on it every night after work but none of the right words ever came to me after that first day augh. But again thanks for motivating me to write something!!

Anyways, here ya go!

Nothing’s Reprise

Words: ~1700

“Indeed, mortal. I can grant you the power you seek. However, this comes with a cost.”

Fate had chosen him, it seems. To hear these words. He knew that only he could. After all, he’d never met another like him able to communicate with Duel Monsters spirits. Zarc smiled at his luck. Whatever the price might be, it didn’t matter now. If this was the path the world and fate itself wanted him to follow, who would he be to hold back? No, he’d step forward into it without hesitating.

Anything to exceed their expectations.

“Tell me, O Astrograph Magician.”

“By accepting the power I grant unto you, mortal, you shall forfeit all that you hold dearest. All that you love… shall die. So are the terms of accepting power from me, ruler of Space and Time.”

With arms outstretched and a fiendish smile manifested on his face, Zarc could only laugh.

That’s it?

It seems fate had him be born the luckiest man in the world. The last time he remembered feeling “love” for anything was… when? He continued laughing because he couldn’t remember.

Love… How foolish, he thought as his laugh reached its end. Even not caring for the price, Zarc was still expecting he’d have to give up something more… significant. But this… The price for this was nothing. He almost felt he was being pitied. Especially knowing he was willing to give up anything. Anything. Even himself. In fact…

“I accept! O Astrograph Magician, ruler of Space and Time! With your profound power, overlay our desires!”

His desires. Their desires. The Four Heavenly Dragon’s desires.

He wasn’t forfeiting anything. He was gaining everything. Just as he wanted. Just as they all wanted.

And he had paid nothing for it.

()()()

Walking through the ruins of his hometown, Yuto wondered why he was born so unlucky. Ironically unlucky, at that.

Everywhere he turned, all he saw were stills of life that he’d cherished not so long ago. Swings where children used to play, parks where duelists used to entertain. His school where he, his best friends, and his Ruri had laughed together before on a day-to-day basis.

The central tower with a shattered heart lying at its base.

He’d grown up in a city called Heartland. But now that name only reminded him that everything he ever loved about his life was taken from him. Taken from his heart.

He didn’t want to continue fighting, but what choice did he have left? If he wanted to regain everything they’d taken from his heart, he had to keep fighting. Keep hurting. Both himself and others.

Yuto hated that.

He tried to avoid it. But it seemed fate had him set on a different course.

A boy appeared. One that looked just like him. One that said he worked with the enemy.

He fought him. He didn’t care if he had the same face as him. He was the enemy. And he hated the enemy.

Because the enemy, no matter who it was, had taken everything he loved from him.

()()()

Yugo loved lots of things.

He loved his hometown, The City, even if it didn’t love him back.

He loved food, even if he’d gone days without seeing a crumb.

He loved dueling and dreaming of championships, even if he never even made it to second place.

He loved his freedom too, but he never had a choice where fate would place him.

But above all, he loved his childhood friend Rin, even if she was taken from him. And then turned into an unrecognizable witch before his very eyes. He still loved her. But then she destroyed his last remaining freedom.

Yugo forgot about love. He remembered only hate.

He found the boy from before again. The one who’d taken it all away from him. The one who toyed him into his fate.

The one he wanted to defeat more than anything else in the world. The one who laughed so coldly at him when he couldn’t.

The one with his very same face who he hated the most. The very same one that promised to love him back.

()()()

There were only very few things in this world that Yuya Sakaki hated.

He hated going to school, but never hated school itself. He hated being bullied, but never hated his bullies. He hated losing, but never hated the winner. He hated war and fighting, but never truly hated those warring and fighting.

He hated being separated from the ones he loved, but still never truly hated those who separated them.

Yuya hated certain things, but never people. Never an actual person.

After all, the one thing he wanted most in life was to make others smile. And how could one make others smile from hatred?

How?

Yuya kept asking himself this through his rage.

He couldn’t seem to understand why that sick bastard was smiling. What about Yuya’s hatred towards him could possibly make him smile?

Either way, Yuya couldn’t care less; he was unforgivable. This boy’s sick, twisted smile looked exactly like his. And it disgusted him.

Never before in his life had Yuya Sakaki ever hated someone so badly that he’d want to kill him.

“Unforgivable. You’re unforgivable! Give him back! Give my father back!”

Yuya thought of his father, of his friends, of his family. Of his precious Yuzu. He wanted to remember all the things and the people he loved. He wanted to let go of the hatred. But still, his rage continued. And it wouldn’t be quelled until he’d seen this boy’s, Yuri’s, fated end.

He lost himself in his rage.

“To think that I’d lose… But I’m glad that you are the first one to defeat me…”

He’d won. Yuya won. But Yuya hated this feeling now too. Because the smile on Yuri’s face now… was his too.

“...Because you are me…”

How ironic fate was that the very same and only person that Yuya would ever truly hate in his life… was himself.

()()()

Zarc was himself again. Complete. Whole. Just as he’d remembered.

Missing nothing.

...Or perhaps not?

He felt like himself, but strange. Like something had been taken from him, then replaced with something else.

It didn’t matter now, though. He was alive once more as his true self and that meant he could fulfill his fated purpose. He smiled at his luck again. Even after all this time he was gone, the world and the people he loved entertaining were all still there, waiting for him. Waiting for him to use his new powers to give them more. And he was about to grant their very desires yet again.

But yet again, she was there as well, too. The girl who ruined him before. The girl he vowed he’d ruin this time instead first. The girl he hated more than anything in the world.

The girl that was nothing to him.

He smiled at her.

The path that fate had chosen for him was one of victory this time. He’d never felt luckier.

He continued on that path, fulfilling his promise to the world and its people.

“As thanks to you filthy humans, I’ll overlay my newfound godlike powers with your desires! Just as you all wanted!”

Just as they all wanted. Just as his dragons wanted. Just as he wanted.

Zarc exceeded their expectations, and his own as well, and he left the world in utter ruins, the same way it had left him before as well- broken and irreparable. For once, the one that felt satisfied with his performance was himself.

Just then, something inside him awoke amidst his fading madness and smile, and he looked around him at the unlucky world before him.

Everything he’d ever once known and… loved… became…nothing. Now all Zarc had left was himself.

And he hated that.

He needed to fix things. To go back. To find a way where this entire nothingness before him wasn’t lost… because of him.

“Indeed. As the ruler of Space and Time itself, I am able to grant you that wish.”

“Please, Astrograph Magician!”

Zarc was relieved. Even despite everything, fate was kind enough still to have blessed him with luck one last time. Or so it seemed…

“Then, by accepting the power I grant unto you, you shall forfeit all that you hold dearest. All that you love shall die. So are the terms of accepting power from me, ruler of Space and Time.”

This. Again?!

...But then again, he thought, what does it matter? He looked around him and saw… nothing.

I have nothing left to lose.

()()()

Zarc was himself again. Complete. Whole. Just as he’d…

No. This time it wasn’t just as he’d remembered.

It was strange, though, because he still felt like himself. But he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had been taken from him… but what?

It didn’t really matter right at that moment, though. He didn’t care. He had power. Just as they all wanted him to. He was lucky that fate had placed him along this path of victory.

Or so he thought… up until the world ended by his hands… again.

Again?!

No. No no no no. This can’t-

Something inside him awoke and reminded him of what he truly hated the most.

He had to go back. He had to fix this.

“Indeed. As the ruler of Space and Time itself, I am able to grant you that wish.”

Relieved again. Fate seemed to be merciful still, or so he believed.

“Then, by accepting the power I grant unto you, you shall forfeit all that you hold dearest. All that you love shall die. So are the terms of accepting power from me, ruler of Space and Time.”

The pendulum he didn’t remember he was wearing around his neck began to sway back and forth in the silent wind up until his voice broke out into the air.

All that I love…?

Zarc could only laugh at his self loathing.

“Please, O Astrograph Magician,” he spoke those words again as something within Zarc awoke once more and pleaded him to put an end to his madness, but, to him, nothing seemed to be worth it. “I have nothing left to lose.”

[mhalachai]

there be dragons

so a few days ago I was answering Blood in the Water asks and I somehow committed myself to the idea that Otabek is distantly related to a dragon. Combining that with this post about how 90% of apples in the world can be traced back to two trees in the apple forests around Almaty (Otabek’s hometown) and anyway here’s the Otabek backstory piece that no one asked for.

There Be Dragons [on AO3] [Pt. 3, Blood in the Water - A Yuri on Ice series]

"No, Grandfather," Otabek interrupted. "That's not right."

Grandfather stopped mid-gesture. "What's not right?" he asked, his big bushy eyebrows waggling. On Otabek's lap, his baby sister Gaukhar gurgled in delight. "This is my story and I am telling it right."

Otabek let out a huff. He was seven years old and he knew how stories were supposed to go. "No, you said that the soldiers found the dragon guarding a treasure and that treasure was an apple tree. That's wrong. An apple tree isn't treasure."

"Otabek," came his mother's warning voice from the other room. "Don't talk back to your grandfather."

"I'm not!" Otabek batted aside his sister's hand, all slimy and covered in slobbery cookie crumbs. "I'm just saying that he got the story wrong."

Grandfather laughed in his wheezy way. "You say an apple tree isn't treasure. What is treasure worthy of a dragon?"

Otabek thought. "Gold," he said after a minute, absently helping Gaukhar stand so she could bounce up and down. "And gemstones, rubies and pearls and emeralds." He kissed the baby's head, making her babble at him.

Grandfather looked at Otabek, his face growing serious. "Do you think that is treasure? Or is that what they tell you in these state schools?"

"It's in the books," Otabek protested. "Dragons sit on a pile of gold." Otabek's mother had a gold necklace that Otabek wasn't allowed to even touch, but he could look at it, and he thought privately that gold was nice and all but it wasn't that interesting. But books were books, and Otabek knew that he had read.

"Gold and jewels are pretty," Grandfather agreed. " But gold does not feed your children. You cannot make your houses from rubies. Pearls will not burn to keep you warm in the wintertime."

Otabek helped Gaukhar sit down. "But you can use gold to buy those things," he protested.

Grandfather's eyebrows went up and up on his forehead. "Buy things," he repeated, shaking his head. "What can you buy when no one has anything? When the Soviets come back and crush the people underfoot?"

"There are no more Soviets," Otabek said.

"There will always be people like the Soviets." Something had changed on Grandfather's face, something sad that made Otabek's stomach feel like he had swallowed worms. He didn't like it when Grandfather looked sad like that.

Otabek lifted Gaukhar to her feet, ignoring her squawks,  and directed her at Grandfather. She toddled uncertainly on her baby feet, but she made it most of the way over to him before falling forward. Grandfather caught her and lifted her to his lap, blowing a raspberry against her cheek. She screamed with delighted laughter.

"What's the rest of the story?" Otabek asked hesitantly.

"Well." Grandfather cleared his throat. "Where was I?"

"The soldiers had just found the dragon guarding the apple tree."

"Yes." Grandfather put his hand around Gaukhar's belly to keep her from tumbling to the ground. "The captain told his soldiers, kill the dragon and we will take the treasure! And most of the soldiers, they charged forward, and the dragon breathed fire and killed them where they stood."

Otabek shivered.

"And then the captain tried to turn his horse and ride away, but the horse shied and the captain fell down, and the dragon pounced on him and bit his head right off."

Gaukhar reached up to pull on Grandfather's beard. He caught her hand and bounced her on his knee.

"But oh-so-great-grandfather Kasym had stood back when the rest had tried to kill the dragon, and now he was the only one left alive. He put down his bow as the dragon approached him, and the dragon asked him why he did not try to kill her like the others had."

"What did he say?"

"He said, I will not kill something so beautiful. And then the dragon sat back and breathed fire into the air, and then she changed into a beautiful woman, with eyes that shone and sparkled in the sunlight like gemstones."

Otabek hugged his legs to his chest. In spite of himself, he was getting interested.

"And she said, this is my treasure and I cannot leave it. Kasym looked at the apple tree, growing very strong, and he said, if you travel with me, you can plant apple seeds everywhere you go, so no one will be able to destroy them all."

"What did she say?" Otabek asked.

"She said, if you marry me and give me many sons, I will travel with you and plant apple seeds everywhere we go. But we must always travel, or else I will return to my apple tree and stay here forever."

"And he said yes?"

"Of course he said yes." Grandfather put Gaukhar on the floor, where she promptly crawled back to Otabek. "So they took many apples and they traveled out of the mountains, planting apples wherever they went, and that is why there are so many apple trees in Kazakhstan."

Otabek blinked, but that was apparently the end of the story. "But did they get married?" he demanded. "Did they have kids? Did they grow old?"

Grandfather shrugged. "Of course they got married, and of course they had children. You're here, aren't you?"

Otabek rubbed his chin in thought. "I'm not really a dragon's great-great-grandson. That's just a story."

Grandfather shrugged again. "You could be. Who is to say?"

"Dragons aren't real, Grandfather."

"Not any more," Grandfather agreed. "There are apple trees everywhere, aren't there? So that part at least is real."

"That sort of thing doesn't happen," Otabek protested as Gaukhar crawled into his lap. "It's just a fairy story."

Grandfather stood. "You would be surprised," he said as he went over to the stove. "Maybe one day you will travel far away and meet someone with shimmering eyes and fall in love with them, and then what will you say?"

Otabek got up, hauling his sister along with him. "That's never going to happen," he grumbled. "I'm never going to fall in love. Love is gross."

Grandfather ruffled Otabek's hair as Otabek put Gaukhar into her high chair. "Love is not gross, and when you're older, you will see that."

He turned to make tea, and Otabek made a face at Gaukhar. She laughed and held out her hands for a cookie.

Grandfather was wrong, Otabek thought as he went to the cookie tin. He was never going to travel far away and meet someone special and look at their eyes and fall in love.

That was something that only happened in fairy tales.

[silly-little-nerf-header]

@katsudon-fatalexeros my writing partner

Once again the train was packed and Yuri could feel Viktor once more pressed to him." So my Russian is horrid maybe you could help me? It might make being at school here easier right?" Yuri was trying to think about other things but failing miserably

"I think I can handle that." He wrapped his arms around the smaller males waist as they stood on the train. "Our school is a melting pot, that's for sure. So many different cultures." He laid his head on Yuri's shoulder. "But known as sweet as you."

Yuri could feel the weight of the older male pressing to him and his heartbeat quickened blood rushing everywhere but to his brain. Has the train came to their stop Yuri gave a small whine saying they need to get to Yuri's place.

He arched a brow with the whine and lead them off the train. They turned in the direction of Yuri's place and Viktor smiled. "That little whine you have is rather adorable." He smiled brightly toward him with his hands in his pockets

Yuri played with his fingers as they walked along it didn't take them but a few minutes to get to Yuri's place. Opening the door to a small studio apartment."I have um tea or do you eat and drink normal food at all?

He chuckled softly. "I actually love tea." He shut the door behind him, backing his pack on the sofa. "You don't have to be nervous, Yuri. I'm as normal as everyone else." He made his way to the kitchen to watch as Yuri made them tea

How could Yuri explain that what Viktor was, wasn't why he was nervous. Yuri was nervous because this incredibly handsome guy kept pressing up against him. Moving slowly he started a kettle has he moved towards the small desk like table on the floor."

He waved his hand in the air as he started talking about the things a vampire could and couldn't have. He couldn't flat out come and tell Yuri that he wanted to be around him 24/7 probably without coming off as some creepy stalker type

They eventually went over the living arrangements and how Yuri had come to live here more about his blood condition."I have to donate quite a bit every time I go, you grow tired of the needles push into your skin. Your um..biting feels better even if it does leave some bruising."Yuri knew that they had Vampires that chose one or multiple humans even eventually marked them has their own if they were favourite enough."

He chuckled softly. "Well, we could find other areas if you don't wish for them to be there." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. Viktor was orgins for sure. He talked about how he had came here, about how his dad was gone and his mother was a nurse. How he looked like he was worth a million bucks but really wasn't. He also spoke about how he was tired of having multiple drinking partners and was trying to stop and just have one That made Yuri feel less special but he hoped not to show anything on his face. Frame moving slowly as he grabbed the tea off of the stove and sat cups in front of them pouring the liquid has he looked outside the long window." You're still ranked far better than I in the world vampires are held in high regard

He barked a laugh as he took the tea and thanked him. "Only because we kill." He took a sip as a small moan escaped his lips. "We aren't anymore special than anyone else. Now you.." He smiled at Yuri. "You are very very special."

Yuri let his head fall to the side." My parents always said I would be a prize to a vampire with the way I produce blood. It means I don't faint easy, and that they rarely have to watch how they feed on me. Though you're the first one to ever bite me

He tilted his head to the side. "Well, that's not the only reason you'd be a prize to anyone. you really would be a prize, I'd see you more as as diamond or a ruby something rare and needing protection."

Yuri was moving his body moving to slowly remove his blazer and hang it as his optics turning back to Viktor before giving a broad smile."That's sweet Viktor, but I mean I'm just me. I don't really see it."Yuri

"Well, I don't really see what's so fascinating about myself either but I seem to have groupies." He chuckled softly, taking his tea and moving to sit down on the sofa. "Maybe it's the hair. I stats always the hair."

"So what do you find interesting about me, you're the first male to over compliment my well bottom."Yuri was looking around the room clearly nervous

He barked a laugh. "Well, when I first met you, I knew you were hiding behind a mask. You were new, things were scary. You didn't know anyone. But, I knew underneath that, you were special."

"Viktor." Distracted Yuri managed to scrape against the injured palm and gave a small hiss, he didn't know what that meant at all. What Yuri wanted to know was what the older male wished from him. Palm held by the other it had been scraped open and he gave a sigh

He smiled softly as he sat his tea down and rose, moving over to the smaller male.and taking his palm in his hand. "Not the answer you wanted huh." He brought the injuries palm to his lips, kissing at it softly. "I know I want to be close to you, other then that I don't know."

Yuri felt the flush creep back and God he must seem like a damned loser, always blushing at what the other male said but he calmed himself any way. Palm still cupped in the other male's hand and he saw blood coming through the gauze

"You know, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled softly, taking the gauze off his hand. "It just takes some getting use to get use to someone passing you compliments." He pressed a soft kiss to his hand. "Come. I can fix this."

Yuri followed him without question, soft footsteps as he was led away."I'm sorry if I always seem a little over eager for your bite Viktor. The truth is I prefer it to donating but it's okay I understand you have more than one."

He smiled softly. "I completely understand. And you have no reasons to apologize. It is my meal after all." He ran some warm water and softly began to clean the wound to Yuri's hand. He was as soft as he could be, not wanting to do anything that would hurt him.

"So I do taste good to you then?"Yuri knew Vampires a lot better then when he'd originally came to town also spending time with Viktor had slightly improved his Russian even if not well it was better than before. A soft smile has the palm was treated."Your fangirls don't bother me, but wouldn't it bother you if they thought you were well into guys?"

"You taste amazing." Viktor's tone was playful as he spoke. He was finished cleaning his palm before he began to dry it off, the bleeding hand stopped for now. "And I don't really care what they think. they matter nothing to me and make too much noise."

"What are your favourite places to bite, if it's only the wrist you want we could probably do that in class....though I promise I'll get better at not making any sounds if you try."Yuri was rambling again

He chuckled softly. "The wrist is only if I can't get to my other place. I like to bite on the inner thigh." He wiggled his brows slightly. "That's really my favorite place to bite."

Yuri felt his body tremble at the thought and then he thought of the people who get paid to be bitten wherever the Vampire wished. His own copper optics going up before he noticed the time." It's late Viktor won't your parents worry?" It wasn't rejection just shyness has he tried to control his breathing

He arched a brow, a cool gel.cream going on the wound as he reached for a bandage. "Nah. Mom's at work. She let's me do more or less anything I want." He smiled softly as he spoke.

"And what is it you want to do Viktor?" His words were calm the other male still leaning over his slender frame. Optics locked to sapphire hues has he tried to control how crimson he became under Viktor's gaze

He smiled softly. "Get to know you better." He slowly began to wrap the bandage around Yuri's hand, taking extra care about it. "Talking to you, being around you just seems to come natural."

Yuri nodded and gave a soft smile as he walked his way out of the bathroom and moving to grab a cookie with a smile before he laid back on his bed." So what do you wanna know He followed, grabbing a cookie himself with a smile. "We can do whatever. Homework, study, watch tv, talk." He sniffed the cookie for as moment before taking a small bite.

Yuri gave a soft smile flicking on the TV and patting the spot on his bed. Yuri was not opposed to spending time with Viktor in fact he enjoyed it quite a bit

He smiled, sitting on the bed where it was patted and sniffed the cookie once again. "What exactly is this?" He tilted his head, watching the telly.

Yuri looked down at the cookie."Chinsuko, it's a cake cookie. I made them the other day....are they funny tasting. My mom does them so better than me." Yuri let his optics drift back to Viktor palms playing with the sheets before he relaxed

"Well, I've never eaten one before."  He smacked his lips together lightly. "I can only eat small bites anyway but it was good." He sat the rest of the cookie down before turning his attention to Yuri. "This must be so weird for you."

Yuri let his head fall to the side confusion placing over his features."What do you mean by that Viktor?" Palms moving over his own lap and dusting away any cookie crumbs

"Like little tastes." He smiled softly. "My main staple is blood of course. If I eat a lot of human food it can make me sick, even kill me." He smiled softly and looked at the cookie crumb dust. "What did you think I meant?"

Yuri didn't know what he had thought, Viktor had simply said it must be weird for him. Giving a warm smile he shook his head and turned his attention to the TV even though he wasn't truly watching it

He yawned softly before he laid back against the bed, he reached for Yuri's pillow and curled around it tightly, inhaling deeply. "You smell really good too."

Yuri looked back at him and gave a soft smile."You can stay the night if you want to."His room was sat up with a small mattress on the floor but it was big enough for two and Yuri didn't mind having guests it was nice to not be alone.

He smiled softly. "You're being so nice to someone you just met." He wiggled a little and took his wrist, light kisses littering the skin. "I don't think anyone had ever been this nice to me."

Yuri melted under the touch his free palm removing the gauze so he could bite again if he pleased."You've been nice to me as well, with your fan girls and personality I know you could be one of the most popular, but you still treat me with respect. I can also tell your tired, what's the worst you could do draw on my face?" Yuri teased

He barked a laugh. "I'm popular but I don't like it." He smiled softly laying Yuri's arm across his neck, feeling the beating pulse. "I just don't feel that I've done anything to be popular other than my looks and it's maddening at times." He arched a brow. "I always feel tired."

"Then perhaps you're not eating enough, are you well."Yuri placed the back of his palm to Viktor's head has if that was some to tell

He chuckled softly. "I'm well enough, I suppose for a dead creature." But his tone was playful and his words light. "I feel fine enough and we don't really get sick."

Yuri moved slightly shifting so he was laying down in a sleeping position pulling his glasses off and putting them away. Yuri gave a soft smile as he laid back against the mattress."Right. It's a habit to be concerned

He couldn't say that he didn't mind the smaller male showing his concern. It was actually rather refreshing. "Thank you. It's been a long time since anyone has." He kept his hands to himself but he couldn't stop the way that he curled in Yuri's body.

Yuri moved slowly but didn't seem to pull away from the touch, some how they became close and best friends or at least Yuri thought of the vampire as his friend.