#anyway i am gently trying to kick yuri awake again but it will probably be a little slow going

[aubins]

 【 PLOTTING CALL : RESTORATION 】

for the duration of the event, yuri has been in abyss—or whatever of the monastery’s underground maze of tunnels and ruins still remain—safeguarding whoever of its people decided to stay when the monastery fell. he is tired and run a bit ragged, but otherwise whole and hale. however he has no idea what has been happening on the surface throughout the month, mostly because i did not have the time to keep up haha. you will, however, have to drag him out of abyss because he is not going anywhere else willingly so i have the quiet preference that most of these prompts take place in abyss (he will be your get into abyss free card dw about it) or somewhere in the general vicinity of garreg mach. this is not a super hard rule though; i am ultimately not that fussed if we don’t manage to work it out.

　▪　gauntlets prompt / blue lions req. they were a gardener erm. like a decade-ish ago. who knows how much of that remains. but they’re sentimental no matter how they like to act so i think they would like to help restore the greenhouse to its former glory.

　▪　finding lodging. very niche prompt as i would prefer it to be taken up with someone they already know, however i would very much like to send yuri home to visit their mom and have a friend accompany them with the promise of offering their home as temporary shelter if they need it. i don’t think they would be comfortable leaving their mom all alone after what’s happened but yuri being yuri cannot stay when he has people to take care of back in abyss and would like to leave someone with her under the guise of them needing a place to say (your muse need not actually stay though we can figure something out haha)

　▪　babysitting. nothing specific they just like kids. putting them around children is the secret technique to getting yuri at their most normal and genuine.

　▪　search party. if any friends would like to play the Where Da Fuck Did Yuri Go game here is your fast track way of learning about abyss i suppose LMFAO yuri did not go anywhere yuri simply lives in the sewers. alternatively, they will search for any abyssians (technically applies to people in the event too i guess because all yuri really knows is that they were gone from abyss LOL) if anyone is interested in taking it from that angle.

[zolotayafeya]

For the prompt thing: 11 or 16 for Otabek & Kadyr? And 27 or 28 for Otabek/Yuri? :D

(28 after the end of 16, beneath the cut)

16) things you said with no space between us

(Aha fun story I wrote a completely AU to NPM thing between Kadyr and Otabek that I intended to keep between only myself and two other people but since you’ve sparked an ask… DM me if you’d like a link to the Google Doc. Open invitation to any interested parties.) 

It’s quiet in Almaty. Kadyr thinks it must be the snow, because the city doesn’t sleep; he can see the headlights of cars flashing as they drive past. But this snow is thick and fluffy, and when he clenches his glove around a handful, it crumbles apart in his fingers in near silence. 

He likes to think he can see the stars past the clouds and the light pollution, here on top of the roof, the tops of the pine trees reaching for the edge of the sky and catching the snow as it falls. This is the kind of weather in which his mama would say Kadyr, you silly boy, come inside before you get sick and die, and it’s also the kind of weather in which he instead invites over all of his friends to leap off the roof on saucer sleds. If he’s going to get sick and die, he might as well have good company while he does it, right? 

It had ended with the six of them huddled together by the chimney in their winter coats, knit hats crammed over their heads and limbs tangled together in a web of familiarity. He’s missed this, this closeness; the year has taken Denis to London, threatened to spirit Amir away to California and been delayed, promised Dina a spot in Saint Petersburg and Otabek a life of constant travel chasing on the winds of success and ambition. Soon, he thinks it’ll just be him and Nura and sometimes Otabek, here and there; if things go the way he wants them to go, he might flee to France on the winds of Roxane’s laughter and never see any of the rest of them ever again. 

The quiet thunders ominously loudly in his ears. 

Gently, he lifts his head, listening for something beyond the steady breathing of his slumbering friends and the dampened sounds of humanity muffled in the snow. He squints in the darkness. “Beks?” 

“Mmf,” Otabek grunts, and Kadyr drops his head back to the roof, the cold biting into the leather of his jacket. 

“Do you ever get the feeling that… we missed something along the way?” Kadyr asks the black sky, orange streetlights mirrored in the clouds. “Like, I don’t know, we did all this fun, risky shit, but we’re fuckin’ grown-ups now, and we’re supposed to act like we know what’s going on, but I don’t know, I just-” He stops himself and sighs. “I don’t know, I’m just being sappy or whatever, but here we are, and tomorrow we’re all going to be going in different directions and that might be it, you know?” 

“Hey,” Otabek says. His clothes rustle as he sits up somewhere above Kadyr’s head. “This isn’t it. You corrupted us all too much for that.” Kadyr snorts, but it doesn’t match up with the storm brewing in his chest, sitting like a rock beneath his sternum. “Yeah, okay, but.” He clenches his fist again. “How’s Yura?” 

Otabek shifts again. “Fine,” he answers. “Stressed. But he’s learning. How’s Roxane?” 

“She was happy, the last time I called her.” Kadyr fumbles for his phone, flipping on the flashlight and pointing it at his collarbone, pulling aside his shirt and shivering as the cold air bites into his skin. “What’s it look like?”

Otabek leans over him, his hair dislodged from its slick under the black beanie pulled over his ears and poking out over his eyes. He scrutinises the mark for a moment. Kadyr can feel Otabek’s breath ghosting over his skin too, but he refuses to shiver again. “Green,” Otabek says after a moment. “And pink. Maybe a little bit of silver.” He pauses. “She’s probably sleeping now, hmm? I hope she’s thinking of you.” 

Kadyr bats at him and Otabek leans away to avoid it, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Kadyr tries to return it and finds that it’s a lot harder to make his face muscles work right. Otabek’s expression falls back to default. In the dark, without the phone flashlight, it’s impossible to tell if he’s thinking anything by the look in his eyes. 

“What?” 

Kadyr swallows and drops his head to the roof again, crossing his hands over his chest, like he has something to protect there. Which is absurd, because his heart’s not even here; it’s in a student flat in Paris, protected by an intelligent, funny, beautiful girl with the stars in her eyes. But it aches, sitting here in the quiet. 

“I’m going to miss this,” he says quietly, just in case someone else is awake. It seems too truthfully painful to speak out loud. “All of us here like this. Like we’re just… us, trying to do something else rebellious, something that would make Amir’s mama have a, a fucking heart attack or something. Having you to myself. Just… being here, in Almaty, like nothing’s changing.” 

Otabek says nothing. 

It takes Kadyr a solid five seconds to figure out why, and when he does, he swallows hard and closes his eyes, flinching from his words. “I mean, not, like, myself, I meant us, I meant us having you, us having each other-” 

“I know what you meant,” Otabek says quietly.

Kadyr does his best to swallow his tongue and fails. The mark on his collarbone burns, and for a moment, all he can think is fuck, I hope she’s not looking. 

It feels like years before Otabek’s gloved hand drops to his shoulder. Kadyr jolts hard enough to make Denis shift in his sleep, grumbling something unintelligible before he buries his face in the back of Amir’s coat, and with that the spell’s broken, tying Kadyr’s tongue back down to his jaw where it belongs. 

“What happened to wild nights?” Otabek asks when Kadyr doesn’t respond. “Pre-gaming before the clubs? Drinking too much vodka before the sun sets to ever be considered healthy?” He huffs softly. “I think we are growing up, Dyr. You just don’t realise it.” 

Ha, growing up. If Kadyr was actually growing up, he could handle this situation like a fucking adult, he thinks. Aching he doesn’t want to think about right here, right now, in the dampened sound of a city pretending it knows how to sleep when the snow falls. 

He closes his eyes again. Behind them rests a younger Beka, cheeks flushed red with too much vodka and something unsaid, smiling unfettered, murmuring Kadyr, I want to try it, see what all the fuss is about—

He opens his eyes. “We should probably wake them up, or we’ll actually freeze to death out here. Come on, I’ll throw a bunch of blankets on the floor or something because fuck if I’m driving anyone home this late.” 

Otabek hums in agreement, his hand hovering. Kadyr refuses to search for something that won’t be there in Otabek’s unwavering gaze. Eventually, Otabek shifts his fingers to gently shake Nuralia awake. 

27) things you said on the phone at 4 am

(Or, five times Otabek told Yuri to go to bed and the one time he didn’t)

“Do you ever wonder if some things were just meant to get screwed up?” Yuri asks the ceiling, his phone jammed against his ear and Potya purring hard enough on his chest to make his ribs vibrate. “Like, I dunno, flubbing a jump here and there and having to improvise the shit out of the rest of your routine to make up for it and all that make up comes out better than the original program. You know? Or like… like, fuckin, Viktor and Katsudon and their dumb ice dance program ready to steal the show and because of it we had to go running around looking for costumes and choreographing and splicing music together and shit, you know? Like those things, they’re just supposed to happen?”

“Go to bed,” Otabek says. “You’re thinking too hard.”

“Yeah, whatever, but what do you think?”

Otabek’s end of the line is silent for a moment. “I think that nothing’s meant to happen,” he answers, and yawns loud enough for Yuri to hear. “I… would hate for things to be so out of my control. Go to bed.”

“Yes, mother,” Yuri snarks.

~

“Beka,” Yuri says, and yawns hard enough that he sees stars. He blinks for a moment, disoriented, before he rolls over to keep himself from passing out. “You fucking, deserved bronze, you know? Like fuck the points system, I was so angry, fuck JJ, fuck the ISU, give him a goddamned medal, he deserved bronze.”

“Thank you,” Otabek says. “Now go to bed.”

~

“I’m drunk,” Yuri declares.

“I see,” Otabek says.

“No no no, you hear,” Yuri corrects, waggling his finger at his phone screen. “I’m drunk. I’m drunk.”

“I hear,” Otabek says. Yuri thinks he must be smiling on the other end, and it makes his whole body suddenly feel warm. Wow. Otabek smiling. Someone report it to the FSB and get that man arrested, because that should be illegal. It’s probably brilliant. Gorgeous. Fucking hot. And Yuri can’t even see it, the fuck?

“You have to earn it,” Otabek says, and wait, did Yuri say that out loud? Whoops. “Go to bed, Yura.”

“Never,” Yuri says, and passes out the moment his head hits the mattress.

~

“I want to move to Almaty,” Yuri decides. “Yeah, that sounds perfect. How do I start figuring out how to do that?”

“You don’t want to move to Almaty,” Otabek says, oddly quiet. “What about your coach? Your rinkmates? Your grandfather?”

“I mean yeah, but I don’t really see my grandpa all that often anyways and I think I’m a good enough skater for any coach and I miss your friends,” Yuri rambles, kicking his heels up the wall. “I miss you.”

“Go to bed,” Otabek says, and pauses. “And… I miss you too.”

“Knew it, I’m gonna move,” Yuri says, and smiles.

~

“I’m sorry, I just-” Yuri takes a gasping breath, curling his arm around his knees. “This is really fucking dumb but I haven’t been able to sleep and I just, I just wanted to talk to you because I shouldn’t be nervous about a, a fucking Challenger competition. I’m Yuri fucking Plisetsky. I’m the Ice Tiger of Russia, dammit! But I…” He swallows hard. “What if I’ve peaked already and I’m just… done and don’t know it yet?”

Otabek says nothing at first.

“Go to bed, meniñ altın,” Otabek says seriously. “You are capable. You are a hard-worker. If you don’t do well at this competition, do you truly care? It is the Grand Prix that is important. Euros. Worlds. The Olympics. So long as you skate carefully and avoid injury, your scores tomorrow will not matter. But rest today. You will win tomorrow.”

“How much you want to bet?” Yuri asks, his stormy heart settling a little.

“Anything you want,” Otabek says. “I know I will be right. Go to be-”

“Alright, alright, shut up, I’m going.”

~

“Yura,” Otabek murmurs. “I’m sorry. I know it’s late. But I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Yuri warns, his heart thundering away at a million miles an hour at Otabek’s tone. He checks the clock. 4:23. “I can talk for hours about shit you don’t care about. I can always tell when you’re not paying attention.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Otabek says, his voice low and gravelly. “I’m paying attention now.”

“Oh, you’d better be,” Yuri says, and kicks Potya off the bed.

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