#otabek atlin

[lou-is-lurking]

Yuri reached for him, slowly, like he was trying not to spook a wild animal. But Otabek had never flinched away from Yuri's touch, and even though his muscles tensed by instinct, he still didn't.

Yuri's fingers found the scar above his brow, traced its shape, his own brows drawn into a frown.

“This is new.”

“Prison souvenir.”

Otabek made no effort to keep the bite out of his voice, and Yuri in turn made no effort to look apologetic. He held Otabek's gaze and acknowledged the blame with a barely-there nod.

“I needed you out of the way.”

[capsensislagamoprh]

The air felt like melting ice. Damp, warm enough to cause a shiver, and promising brighter things. Chandlers began to liquefy, windows dripped pure waters in rolling cascades as the floor hollowed beneath the panicked steps of the young noble's feet. Something was wrong. The dream felt far away, thin. It seemed to have snapped. No. Not snapped. It felt stuck, as if one wrong move would tear it asunder, as if it were strained.

Yuri held his head, oblivious to the waves of heat rolling off him. He was trapped. He was stuck. He was in pain. He was everything he'd never felt before, and it was terrifying. Somewhere in the back of his head an image formed. A slight smile, warm as the autumn rays. It seemed to say it would be okay, Yuri only needed to wait. Victor would be back soon. He would know what to do. He would know why Yuri was in pain.

Yuri was going to find out what caused this unpleasantness. Then he was going to bury its bits across the Courts with painstaking cruelty. He was going to break it down to its parts and use them to build a monument. He would title it 'Why It Is Never a Good Idea to Fuck With Yuri.' He'd mount their heads on pikes outside the Shimmering Cascade as a warning to all who were and would be. He just needed to stop this agony.

The pain became worse. He could feel the fraying. It was like a thousand cold iron needles being dragged along his skin, embedding themselves into his veins. Every drop of gold drawn in bloody savagery his only protection from the deeper agony of feeling something being taken away, ripped from his existence. Willing to let itself die, if it meant he would live. It sacrificed, quiet and waiting, leaving an unfillable gap in Yuri's armored soul. It was like his enchantments were shivering, one by one. All so he could survive.

No. Not him. Not Yuri. Victor. All so Victor could survive.

Eyes the color of freshly turned earth, fertile and strong, healthy, ready for growth and the challenges of living flashed before his eyes. Yuri dropped to his knees, nails sharp as any animals biting into his chest. His eyes leaked, misery and torment accepted as if it were an every day way of being. The pain grew, and flourished, a dark gem of congealed longing seemed to burst in his throat.

His scream sent golden blazes of fiery light arching thrugh the grounds of the Palace of Seasons. Shimmering Cascade began to wash away, arctic winds failing under the onslaught of such grief.

The Winter King stepped into the wreckage of the ball room, his every movement freezing the waters as he tried to reach the small form collapsing to the ground in slow motion. Sliding on his knees, an arch of frozen splash crystalline in his wake, Victor caught his cousin as his eyes closed, unable to bear the suffering.

Lifting the bird like bones, Victor turned, surveying the damage. Closing his eyes, he began to feel the particles of wet, the clinging, sticky coyness of water as it dripped onto tapestries, threatening to turn untouched snow into sheets of cold traps formed of ice. Victor carried his cousin to the hall. Many courtiers had fled in the wake of Yuri's wrath. Victor's eyes scanned the faces of trembling fey. Lilia, that blessed matron of propriety, said nothing as she motioned for the Summer Guard to take hold of the limp form, releasing Victor from the dreadful sensation of cold burning fire.

As Yuri was swept away to recover, Victor turned to his ruined palace. With a rise of his hands, his feet in refined repose, he began the dance of reforming. His feet slid across the ground, the ice reforming, the wet climbing, drips stopping mid plop, racing back to there designated place. Icicles became etched, carved into wondrous beauty. Windows frosted over, leaving artful patterns of crystalized enticement, glittering with possibility.

Victor spun, his arms reaching, his back arching as he kicked himself up into a move that sent him closer to the ceiling than anyone had the right to reach. His landing was perfect, the roof once again whole. People moved instinctual out of his way as he danced the broken edges, using them to add grace and beauty to his creation, until finally, he rested on the throne of Ice, head pressed against his hand.

He was the Winter King. To him, this was nothing. The happy smiles of his court, the wonder in there deathless eyes, smiles full of joy, could not be reflected in his own. Correcting the damage of Summer was child's play. What had to be done next was not. How was he going explain to Yuri the most impossible thing? He thought his pain was deep, but before he could contemplate how to broach anthers agony Lord Giacometti pranced into the room smelling of rose blooms and something tawdry.

"Who was it!"

Victor looked at Christophe with a raised brow.

"I felt it. We all did. Well, all us of Spring. Herregud, hjärtesorgen!!" He said, bursting out a wave of feeling that sent near by courtiers swooning, delicate tears carefully dabbed into embroidered handkerchiefs. "It was like something was sundered in two!"

Christophe. Christophe was a spring fey. He knew how to handle delicate things. He understood emotion. Victor rose, motioning for Christophe to follow, and Christophe did.

part 1

[yuriplisetsky-rp]

Atlin Wins Second Four Continents Title

Can the two-time World Champ be defeated?

February 12, 2023

As Kazakhstan’s Otabek Altin continues his quest for a third World title – he is the second skater in the last ten years to win multiple titles – can he be defeated? Altin has been undefeated this season so far and doesn’t seem to have any plans to stop. The 25-year-old skated two clean programs, scoring 110.32 for his short and 213.68 for his free, for an overall score of 324.00. “I am, of course, thrilled to win gold here,” said the two-time Grand Prix Final Champion. “It wasn’t easy – it was a very high-level competition. I look forward to the fight at Worlds.”

Reigning Olympic Champion Jean-Jacques Leroy of Canada held on to win silver. The 25-year-old also skated two clean programs. He scored 108.35 for his short and 212.44 for his free, for a total score of 320.79. The eight-time Canadian National Champion said, “I feel very good about how I skated and about going into Worlds. I’d love to be on the podium, but ultimately, I want to feel proud of how I skated.” He often has problems with anxiety and nerves.

2022 World Champion Seung-gil Lee of South Korea barely missed out on silver. The 26-year-old scored 106.73 for his short program and won the free skate 213.85. His total score was 320.56, only .19 less than Leroy’s score. “It was very close,” the 26-year-old agreed.  “I’m looking forward to Worlds. It should be a very good competition, and I will do everything to defend my title.” It remains to be seen, though, if Altin can be stopped.

[nattyontherun]

The realization happened during one of those final few days in December. Yuri remembers a red-swathed park, air like a vacuum, seeping into the walkway, the wilted grass, the crowded, metal benches.

Katsuki was Yuuri, then.

Or, Yuri on Viktor and Katsuki in the months that follow Barcelona.

- 5.4k; one-shot

- angst, post-canon AU, one-sided pining

- katsuki yuuri/yuri plisetsky (one-sided), katsuki yuuri/viktor nikiforov, viktor nikiforov & yuri plisetsky, otabek atlin & yuri plisetsky

[concealedrecs]

Fic: hood & glove

Author: Fahye, hawberries

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice

Pairing: Otabek Atlin/Yuri Plisetsky

Rating: Teen

Length: 12473

Recommendation: This is exactly the kind of strange fae shit that I love. Give me those Gawain and the Green Knight vibes, the original myth not the movie version with uncomfortable sex scenes. I love the mood and vibes of this fic and it got me back into reading Yuri!!! On Ice fics.

[tillthecherrybombs]

Hello! I’m looking for a Yuri on ice rp! Specially, I would like to play an aged up Otayuri, with myself as Yuri P (I’m open to doubling).

I am open to canon and aus, some of my favourite tropes include abo, angst, friends to lovers, historical— the more angsty the better! I’m also open to poly ships— JJxYurixOtabek is something I’m open to exploring. smut is okay, but I’d prefer to have an actual plot.

I write on discord, please be literate, and be at least 20+. Like this post and I’ll reach out to you!

[arcticbluevoid]

THERE’S A NEW TRAILER FOR ICE ADOLESCENCE OH MY GOD ITS BEEN FOUR YEARS 

[badboysdoitbetter]

HI! Can I get an appearance matchup from Tokyo Ghoul, Diabolik Lovers and Yuri! On Ice? I have long (till my butt), wavy dark hair and large, dark eyes which are usually encased in eyeliner. I'm 5'10, I have a rosebud mouth and a sharp nose. I'm kinda curvy but skinny in some places. I have delicate hands which look more graceful than they actually are!

Tokyo Ghoul : I think you would look good with Shuu Tsukiyama!*

Diabolik Lovers : I think you would look good with Ruki Mukami!

Yuri on Ice : I think you would look good with Otabek Atlin!

* signifies the character i think would look the best with you.

[ainitsuite-agape]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN & HAPPY BIRTHDAY OTABEK!

READ RIGHT TO LEFT (as a manga)

I’m so happy I managed to finish these 3 pages for today!! :D My initial plan was to have them ready for BEKASTAN, since they are the direct continuation of the comic I drew for Otabescence (and that is now in BEKASTAN as well) but they work well also as a stand alone :P

I live for club19 shenanigans & happy Otayuri! <3 

My head canon is that JJ, Leo and Otabek spent at least one year training all together under Celestino’s care in Detroit, and that’s when I placed this story :)

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[jems-art-things]

Vitya and Beka doodles

[pussycat-scribbles]

Dear @cheesyshenanigans, thank you for always looking out for me <3 I’m so glad we’re friends ;w; 

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[capsensislagamoprh]

I'm about to fuck my life up even more. WITH STYLE!

So, here's a thing: There are two courts of fey. Seelie and Unseelie. One is all pageantry of life and growth. The other is about honoring death and entropy. Every fey has both sides, but you're always more of one.

The Seelie would transfer power to the Unseelie on Samhain while the Unseelie would relinquish their power at Beltaine. Beltaine is March 1. Yuri Plisetsky's birth day. Samhain is October 31. Otabek Atlin's birth day. I will be taking no notes.

[yourlocalphillie]

victuuri <3 yuri on ice

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[pose/style from incaseyouart]

send me requests! my ask box/dms are always open

[soggiersocks]

rb if you think its bad to tell anyone to die online no matter the reason

[minimalist-moon]

Yuri: -does anything-

Otabek:

[lou-is-lurking]

“Oohh, here we go!” Phichit put the bowl with the snacks down and rubbed his hands together in excitement before holding one of them out for Otabek. “Need me to hold your hand?”

Otabek hummed, eyes on the tv screen where the camera had just panned to Yuri taking the ice for his free skate. The only sound in the arena was the scrape of his blades, as if the crowd was holding their collective breath in anticipation. Otabek could relate, and he quietly accepted his boyfriend's offer and laced their fingers together.