#the angry yuriys

[akyivanov]

ᴇᴜʀᴏᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ - ʙᴇʏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

So...I had nothing to do and looking at the various performances I thought "Hey! That looks like...!" And so here's how I imagine the members of Neoborg at Eurovision 2023.

I wasn't supposed to get sick, I get strange ideas.

Yuri Ivanov

Serious, eccentric, the demon you will dream of tonight. (the official video scared me with the fake blood) - link song

Boris Kuznetsov

Boris, the demolition boy. Everyone has to pay attention to him. - link song

Sergey Rybakov

He does not want to be associated in any way with Yuri's sudden satanic ritual or Boris's madness. - link song

Ivan Papov

.....

No words needed - link song

And while I'm still on time,

prompt 11: music 🤣

[nekobakubey]

[Part 2]

Back in 2018 I made a quick comic strip about why Ivan didn’t go to the championship in Grev (despite it being explained in the manga) so I want to share it here

This drawings are old and where made in an afternoon so please bare with me, I know they are bad

Ivan tries to get Boris and Sergei to see what Kai is doing

But Kai won’t let him ruin his reputation

So he fixes the little problem XD

Yuriy gets back and Ivan is angry about what Kai did…

[teabiscs]

Just a Yurbo idea.

Where Boris refuses to believe that his feelings are requited with Yuriy. It drives Sergei and Ivan insane, because he likes you, you idiot. You’re the only one he lets touch him.

And Boris just shrugs it off, and is like “You two are just reading into it too much. Yuriy doesn’t like me. I’m lucky he puts up with me.”

And its all Boris’ POV, of Yuriy just doing all these things that prove his feelings are requited, and that he also is in love. Things that all seem out of character for him.Yuriy does all these little things for Boris, that he would rather die than do for anyone else. Things everyone else would have them thinking, yeah he likes me. BUT DENSE. All these things, but Yuriy saying outright that he likes Boris.

YURIY EVEN KISSES HIM. But Boris is infuriatingly dense, and Sergei swears that Boris is giving him grey hairs. “Oh Yura is just taking pity on me and being nice. He would NEVER like me back like that. I’ll just take what i can get.”

And Yuriy is so stubborn because he doesn't want to voice his feelings, he just wants Boris to WAKE UP and realize it, without him having to admit it. Since you know, Yuriy has kissed him, has shoved his tongue down Boris’ throat.

Yuriy also has the whole “He is so big and so dumb, and one day, I’m gonna top him.” idea and he def does eventually. He needs to think of something funny, otherwise he is fit to go feral over Boris.

Eventually Yuriy grows so frustrated with how obtuse Boris is, that he does confess, it’s heated. It’s intense and its so unlike Yuriy how all these emotions flow out of him. Anger, yes. Cruelty, yes. But these feelings? Unheard of.

AND EVEN THEN BORIS LAUGHS AND IS LIKE STOP BEING SO NICE LOL.

Which leads to Yuriy now becoming agitated and angry, because Boris, are you fing stupid?(He may or may not tackle Boris to the ground or the bed or sOMETHING, arms pinning Boris’ to his sides, legs straddling Boris. (And oh, boris doesnt want to admit it but this is doing something for him.), and yuriy snarling, “If you dont like me back just tell me instead.  BUt dont laugh at me, when I actually tell you how i am feeling.)

And now it clicks for Boris. And Boris is just overly thrilled, while he was pinned down a minute ago, (Yuriy is deceptively strong), this joy has him springing forward and embracing the redhead. (Who is startled [THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED])

And a happy ever after.

[ivycovehq]

welcome to ivy cove, brittany! we can't wait to meet zuko. please make sure you read through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours

yuri is reserved for 24 hours

(brittany, she/her,30, est [Could I reserve Yurii from Yurii on Ice?) woah! was that ZUKO walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER. they’re 22 and live in FULTON PARK but watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE + ANGRY but are actually UNDERSTANDING + LOYAL. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of A SCAR ON THE LEFT SIDE of HIS FACE, LONG PONY TAIL WITH SHAVED SIDES, AND FIRE ILLUMANTING HIS HANDS when imagining them. / mackenyu, he/him

[dailymichifer]

Running Up That Hill by Yuriy

Complete | Words: 2519 | Rating: G | LINK 2

Lucifer & Michael (Supernatural)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Second Chances, Sibling Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 05 Series: Part 1 of Say My Name

Summary: The day Michael and Lucifer should fight to their deaths in that cemetery, Lucifer does what he does best: he talks, stalls, and gives Michael pleading looks to bring him over his side, to convince him he is right and if Father is angry he will take the blame. And Michael? Michael listens for once.

[gingericywolf]

I’m not even sorry

I know max is half american but this is still so accurate

[beyposting]

Neo Borg Matryoshka dolls.

[kuroinana]

Yuriy's angry eyes

[yu-riy]

(CLAIM)

-[ CLAIM ]  our muses are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender,  but when they get up in each other’s faces they end up kissing and groping at each other.-

The rooftop is empty apart from Ozuma. Cold night air blowing around him, nice and peaceful. Until the stairway door busts open and Yuriy stands in the doorway. His face looks passive, emotionless, but one glance into his cold blue eyes make it crystal clear he's angry. "Ozuma." He calls the man's name as he begins to walk forward.

[amxstrian]

based on that line from the briggs arc when ed says something along the lines of how he wants to drag scar to the rockbell family grave to pay his respects, do you think ed ever makes good on that? or would scar go to visit by himself, or not at all? id imagine that people in resembool would be apprehensive about him even coming into their town. i also wonder how pinako would respond to meeting him.

ooooh this is a really good question! i don’t see ed and scar having much contact after the promised day, if any at all. i can see scar visiting on his own, probably pretty subtly tho bc i think ur right, i’m not sure how welcome he would be in resembool. although that being said, resembool is pretty disconnected from the cities and scar’s identity isn’t like, super well known, so they might not think anything of it at all! i still think he would be careful about it though because of the elrics and winry being there.

as for pinako, i think it could go a number of ways! pinako can be an unpredictable character, but i think winry would have talked to her about a lot of it. she would know what scar had done, but also the context behind it and she has first hand knowledge of how the war affected people. i don’t think she would like, fly off the handle at him but i think if they were ever to meet, for whatever reason, she would be curt but polite? kind of like how she treated armstrong. obv her feelings about scar would be more personal, but we know pinako blames the military for yuriy and sarah’s deaths. so i think on that end she would still be angry, but understanding?

what i would really like to see, if scar were to visit the rockbell’s graves, would be winry seeing him. like she visits her parents’ graves one day and there’s already a figure standing in front of them. she doesn’t recognise him until she gets closer, and by the time she’s standing beside him, she’s already resolved herself not to say anything. what could she say that hasn’t already been said, by her, by ed, by countless other people, thousands of times? so they just stand in silence together. and eventually, when scar turns to leave, she smiles. quick, fleeting, but enough for him to see it. he doesn’t say anything, just walks away, but he doesn’t need to. it’s enough. it has to be.

[syfien]

Beyblade Playlists

[Takao] - Spotify For winners only. [Kai] - Spotify For beating so-called 'winners'. [Yuriy] - Spotify Sad tunes for righteously angry people. [Boris] - Spotify Wanna fight? [Johnny] - Spotify For the rich kid who hasn't really got a reason to rebel but wants to anyways. [Ming-Ming] - Spotify Pink bubblegum pop music with an edge of 'That Bitch'. [Garland] - Spotify Shit Garland plays when he's in the gym X) [Brooklyn] - Spotify For the times you grow wings and try to destroy reality. Just beyblader things~ [Rick] - Spotify For when you need something nice and loud. [Queen] - Spotify Less bubblegum, more that Bitch.

[cosmicstardustx]

I was asked on DM and am spectacularly late to the party.

Yuriy

Angry

Yuriy has a cold, calculated temper. He's not prone to angry outbursts (unless he's REALLY been pushed) but he has a razor sharp tongue when he's angry, and he's witty and often sarcastic during arguments.

When he truly truly loses it, he goes for the jugular and has no problem leaving one bleeding seamlessly from his words. When warranted, he knows how to hurt one, with just his words and he's viscious then. You don't want to cross him when he's angry unless you wish to endure his wrath

Sleep

He can't sleep, he has chronic insomnia. To get a good night's sleep, he has to physically and mentally tire himself out.

Most of the time, what little sleep he does get is peppered with nightmares. He used to have abbey and post Garland nightmares and therapy helped with that. But as they moved past that in therapy, in his late 20s he's struggling more and more with his childhood pre-abbey and those are just as, if not more chilling than the beyblade related ones.

He sleeps a little better with someone next to him. When he was younger, he'd go check on his team a few timess at night, to make sure they were still breathing. Now, if there's someone next to him, the sound of their quiet breathing is very calming.

Romance

Like everything he does in his life, it's calculated. He weighs the pros and cons before he gets emotionally involved. At one point, he even researched how not to get emotionally attached to someone - and it's all because he has issues trusting people, and struggles with abandonment. He has to be absolutely sure before he's going to give someone a shot.

Bryan

Appearance

He knows he looks intimidating and has more than once used that to his advantage. He has scars all over his body from practice, and this is a recent HC that he's never bled in a beybattle. But he's processing the scars now

Borya loves his selfies, especially the shirtless ones after his workout. Yuriy has just about blocked him on snapchat coz he doesn't want to see that first thing in the morning. Kai doesn't mind so much

My choice

Driving HC FOR Bryan.

Bryan drives dangerously fast. It takes a few tries before he's able to fully control his driving skill and speed.

(Because YuKa is my OTP) Yuriy was tired of his best friend and the love of his life bickering all the time like children around him. Kai got Boris racecar driving lessons for his birthday and then he crashed the car (but shh, don't tell Yuriy) and then Kai was (stupid) naive enough to let him borrow his own car - which Bryan also crashed. - Listen, he only became a safe driver after the crashes.

[ressyfaerie]

So listen, uh, I am strangely fascinated by the potential dynamic between Tala/Yuriy and Garland. They're both Boris Balkov's "favorite", or top blader, until some super talent (Kai, Brooklyn) comes in and basically takes that away from them. Also, Boris is playing Garland against Tala. They have some things in comon, at least when it comes to experience, and if they ever spoke about their time with Boris, I think they would find they can profit from each other's knowledge? So idk, if you find that thought inspiring for a little fic I'd be interested 👀

Ohhhhh smart smart!! I am living for this idea, let’s make these boys trauma bond shall we? 👀 Anything in ** are thoughts from Tala’s perspective! 

It had been a few months since the finale of the BEGA championships. Tala had stayed in Japan, while the rest of his team went home. He was staying in a low-budget hotel room. Mr. Dickenson had paid for his room and boarding, while he stayed to help him with the rise of the new BBA. However, Mr. D was broke, Tala still appreciated him doing what little he could. 

Tala didn’t have the courage to tell him he was helping him for his own selfish reasons. 

He laid on his bed watching late-night programs on the old TV set. The silence was broken when he heard the slip of a small paper. 

He stared off the edge of his bed, inspecting the floor to discover a note had been slipped under his door. 

He stared at it quizzically, scared at first, but decided to check it out, after determining nothing horrible could happen to him from reading a note. 

He cautiously hopped off the bed and picked up the note, sinking into the corner of the worn-out mattress. He unfolded it: 

‘Come to the park at midnight, I need to talk to you about Boris’

Tala’s heart caught in his throat. 

*This is… What I wanted- but*

He stared at the clock. 

*10:30…*

He pulled out his blade. Searching his wolf bit for answers. 

*What should we do Wolborg?*

Tala knew this could be a trap. Another one of Boris’ many schemes. He decided the risk was worth it. He was here for this reason after all. He knew Boris was alive.

He wanted to take him down for good. 

He couldn't sleep until he knew the world was safe from Boris. 

Tala stood to the end of the park. He leaned on a metal bar of a swingset. His eyes frantically searched the deserted clearing.

“Don’t freak out-”

Tala jumped, running forward a bit before turning around to face the sudden appearance. 

“Garland?!” Tala asked, surprised. 

“Yes Tala, it’s me.” 

Garland held his hands in the air above his shoulders, trying desperately to portray he wasn’t a threat. 

Tala was obviously not well mentally. Garland knew that without even seeing him. What Boris made him do to him messed him up way more than necessary. 

“Why did you call me here!?” Tala’s voice was much more aggressive than he wanted it to be, he was unconsciously putting his shields up. 

“First of all, I want to say- I’m sorry.”

Tala’s breathing became slower, less panicked. 

Garland slowly lowered his hands, but Tala looked like he might panic again, so he put them back up. 

“I never wanted to hurt you like I did- Boris-”

“He’s a monster.” Tala finished his sentence for him. 

“Yes.” 

Tala rearranged his stance, trying to trick himself into being more calm. 

“I don’t blame you for what happened. I know what it’s like to be in his grip… But I don’t forgive you… I hope you understand.” 

Garland nodded, “I understand.” 

There was silence. The wind blew through the crisp grass and danced around their shins. 

“I need to talk to you about Boris.” Garland continued. 

“He’s still out there.” Tala’s voice shook. 

“I know.” 

“I can’t- I can’t have him out there Garland.” 

“Neither can I.” Garland nodded, he agreed while watching Tala’s body language with concern. 

“I can’t sleep. I can’t eat- I’m constantly thinking of where he’s coming from next- I lost weeks, Garland. Weeks that I will never get back.”

“You almost died.” Garland watched him grow angrier. 

“To anyone who was conscious, I was dead. I wasn’t coming back.”

Garland was testing him. He needed to know how able Tala was, how far would he go for revenge? To protect himself, and everyone he loved? 

“So what are you doing Tala?” Garland let his hands rest at his side, this time, Tala wasn’t afraid- worse, he was angry. 

“I’m looking for him- I’m going to find him- and I’m going to make sure he can never get back up.” 

Garland raised an eyebrow, not in surprise, but in admiration. 

“Really? You would go that far?” 

“He trained me to go that far.” 

“I feel the same way Tala.” 

Tala looked at Garland now, not as someone to be feared, but as an ally. 

“Garland do you understand-”

“I understand-”

“I want him in the ground.” 

Tala’s icy blue stare crept down Garland’s spine. 

This is exactly what Garland wanted. 

Garland grinned, “this is what I wanted Tala. I knew you were still in there somewhere.” 

“What do you mean by that?!” Tala spat. 

Garland shrugged, “Since you got hurt- you’ve been- different…” 

Tala became visibly angry, he was mostly upset with himself, he had tried so hard for his weakness not to be noticed. 

“I’m the same person I was before.”

“I know, now you’re more cautious, that’s good. I need that.” 

“Why do you need it?” Tala squinted his eyes, “What do you need me for?” 

A dark shadow crept over Garland’s face.

“Are you sure you want to know? Are you strong enough?” 

“Are you doubting my abilities?” Tala questioned him aggressively. 

“No, not at all. I know what you’re capable of.” 

Tala pushed, “so then tell me.” 

Garland shuffled his feet, he took a deep breath. 

“Spit it out,” Tala grumbled. 

“I’m going to take down Boris. Like you said, put him in the ground.” 

Tala didn’t miss a beat.

“Count me in.”

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: Haven (11/50)

Summary: They say Resembool is a haven, and they’re right. Lush pastures, quaint country town, farmers’ markets on Saturdays: a bucolic paradise.

But it’s more than that. Resembool is a haven for the runaways, the deserters, the people who don’t want to be found…

The Resembool community knows there’s something odd about Hohenheim, but they’re not going to let that stop them helping him out. This is Resembool after all, a place where no one has to hide and neighbours help neighbours, be they building a fence, chasing a sheep, or trying to save the country from an evil they inadvertently helped release centuries ago…

Or: A series of slices of life in an AU in which Hohenheim never leaves, and several broken state alchemists find hope and home in Resembool.

Rated: T

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Haven

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Summary: The war in Ishval begins, and escalates far sooner than anyone could have anticipated. 

Characters: Trisha, Hohenheim, Sarah, Yuriy

Pairing: Trisha/Hohenheim

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Note: Here’s the first major deviation from canon. The war in Ishval starts around the same time as in the canon timeline, but it escalates and the state alchemists are called up much sooner. 

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The announcement of the Ishval civil war beginning does not surprise anyone in Resembool. Neither do the columns of soldiers marching through the town on their way to the front. They’re so close to Ishval here in the east, and they’ve been keeping tabs on what’s been happening, making ready for violence on the doorstep and more importantly, making ready to deal with the aftermath of that violence when it spills over. Resembool has a sizeable Ishvalan population who are already nervous about what is going to happen: although they know that they have nothing to fear within Resembool’s borders, the unease remains. 

It’s going to be a bloody conflict, and once it enters its second year, they know that it’s not going to be over any time soon. 

Yuriy and Sarah are considering setting up a hospital and refuge for those fleeing the region here in the village. There are more and more of them coming through now, although most of them head further into the desert and the direction of Xing and the Xerxes ruins, not wanting to come further into Amestris, the land that wants them all dead. Trisha is discussing the logistics with them, keeping half an eye on the children as they play on the mat when Hohenheim comes in looking alert and grave and nothing like his usual absent-minded self. 

“They’re going to call up the state alchemists,” he says, putting the newspaper down on the table. Trisha stares at the headline and skims the text. 

It doesn’t explicitly say that the alchemists are going to be deployed in Ishval, but the inference is very clear. The cadet alchemists are being rushed through the state licensing process, with apprentices getting their watches years before they ordinarily would. 

“They’re licensing children as young as sixteen,” Hohenheim spits. Trisha’s never seen him as angry about anything, but he’s seen so much bloodshed and horror in his many, many years  and he’s sharing his headspace with so many victims of it that she’s not surprised this is the thing he becomes impassioned about. “They’re going to send people that young to the front.”

For a long time, Van doesn’t say anything, just sitting at the table staring at the paper without looking at it, with that far-off expression in his eyes. The souls are evidently being very vocal on the topic, but there’s a concentration in Van’s face that means he’s actively listening to what they have to say, rather than trying to fight to push them all to the back of his mind so that he can hear himself think. Trisha has heard him talking to them out loud before, and she’s always usually amused at the one-sided conversations she can hear half of, but this is different. When the conversations are going on entirely inside his own head, she knows that it’s serious. It’s not just the souls trying to offer usually unhelpful advice or making choice comments on whatever’s happening around him at the time. They have things to say and he genuinely wants to listen to them. 

There’s a frown line between his brows, and Trisha doesn’t like the look of it. It’s a deeper furrow than usual. 

“Something’s wrong,” he says eventually. “Something’s wrong and I don’t want to believe it.”

Yuriy and Sarah look at each other and then at Trisha and then at Van. 

“Is everything ok? What are they saying?”

“This reminds them of Xerxes.”

It’s a chilling sentence. All three of them know what happened in Xerxes before Van became immortal. All three of them know how the souls came to be within him. 

Van shakes his head. “I have so much work to do.”

“We can help,” Yuriy says. “Whatever you think is going on, we can help you figure it out.”

Van looks pained and Trisha knows that he doesn’t want to drag anyone into his sordid history and the pain of what happened to his country and his people, but over the years that she’s known him, he’s got so much better at accepting help and accepting that the people of Resembool see him not as a monster, but as a person worthy of their help and friendship. 

Finally, he nods. “Thank you. I need to work out what I’m even looking at first. In the meantime…” He looks dubiously at the newspaper again. 

“We should probably be prepared for more people coming through,” Sarah agrees. “Not just Ishvalans. There’ll be deserters too. Alchemists barely out of their teens being sent to the front with no training other than ‘point it in the direction of the brown people’. They’ll try and get out, and if they’ve any sense then they’ll choose this direction rather than the desert.”

Yuriy nods. “It’s going to be a tough year.”

Trisha can only agree. People like to think of Resembool as a little patch of countryside paradise in an untouched corner of Amestris, but it is far from it. They see the effects of war just as much as everyone else. They see it in the shell-shocked soldiers sent home from the front. They see it in the eyes of the scared Ishvalan children who hide under beds and tables on the night of the bonfire and fireworks, eyes screwed up tight against the smoke and the noise.

The mood is sombre as she and Van take the children home that evening. Van is lost in thought, but this time his eyes are still sharp and focussed, he’s miles away but not distracted by the souls this time; he really is thinking, no doubt dwelling on the parallels between what’s happening now and what happened all those years ago in Xerxes. It’s not exactly the same - this is a war and a genocide, what happened before is something almost incomprehensible, but if it’s got Van and five hundred thousand odd Xerxian souls this worried, then it’s something to be worried about. 

The sun is going down as they reach the house, and Trisha looks out over the hills in the direction of Ishval. There’s nothing to be seen from this distance, and nothing to be heard, but that doesn’t mean she can’t dread the war coming closer to them than she can envisage right now. 

Still, all they can do is be prepared, and to help as much as they can in the way that they have always done.

X

Roy Mustang receives his state alchemist licence on his eighteenth birthday, and he is sent to the Ishval front two days later.

He’s not ready for what will come next.

[lamponellatempesta]

For the fanfiction asks : all the ship questions

Another day, another question!

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

11. Who is your current OTP?

My supreme OTP is TyKa, my little and precious babies. I think I could write a book of headcanons for these two together. I saw them as a couple from the really first episode of the first series and I think I will never change the idea about them; they complete each other, even if they could have bad times for the different personalities at the end they will always come back to each other.

12. Who is your current OT3?

As I said in my previous post I don’t have an OT3 simply because i couldn’t see a triangle, I'm too jealous. It’s only my vision people don’t be angry with me XD

13. Any NoTPs?

Everything that is toxic or violent or illegal or with too much age difference relationships. I can appreciate all other ships if the fic is well written and the plot has a sense, maybe could give me inspiration, who is always accepted.

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

I have so many BroTPs! I’ll give you some examples!

- Kai and Max: The Big Bro that loves and protects the little one. Kai can punch in the face and not only in face the people who are bullying his little bro.

- Kai and Rei: I always saw them with this kind of relationship, they give each other tips to both grow up and they have a similar way of thinking so it is easy to understand each other and where the other is wrong.

- Takao and Max: oh come on these two are the BroTP for excellence, they don’t need explanations, just watch them in the series. Besties!

-Rei and Lai: I think these two deserved more friendship time in the series and a fuckin better growth but no.The authors ruined everything. Btw they could have up and downs in the course of their life but they know they will always be a point of reference for one another

-Yuriy and Boris/Bryan: No one can change my mind, these two are brothers only with different blood. They would give their lives for each other because the trust they have between them they will never have with anyone else; the words do not serve each other, they know perfectly each other’s mind and what he will do in a certain situation. And when their traumas don’t hit them, they could be two perfect dorks together and livin the moments of the childhood and teenage years of which they have been deprived.

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Julia x Mariam: what I have to say? Badass girls don’t need men. They are so powerful together, kickin in the ass all the homophobes but hidden in the comfort of their little flat is another story, sweetness and passion over the edge. But that’s another story u.u

16. Are there any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

Yuriy and Kai: It’s not a dislike I just don’t feel them as a couple but I feel them only in a solid friendship, but I appreciate the fics where they are together. 

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

First ship was TyKa and will be forever TyKa I think XD

18. What ship have you written the most about?

I bet you will not be surprised if I say TyKa again, but hey, I say that they are my precious babies and give me inspiration to write things about them. And emh, I'm literally Kai (poor people at my side)  so it’s easy for me to write him with Takao.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

Totally Rei and Kai: as i say higher in the post i see them with a brothers type relationship but i really like the fics where they are together, they are just two dorks and cuties and make me laugh so much 

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Well I was a little surprised the first time but I have a soft spot for Brilary (Bryan x Hilary) thanks to the art of @iamtrashyartz and the beautiful stories and headcanons that came out in the later period. I found them a really good match and the headcanons and the drawings about them are simply beautiful, plus I found them hilarious, that is always a plus point! (but Boriax will stay always in my heart)

Hope you will like my replies and thanks to @gingericywolf for the english corrections and supervision✨✨

[animemangasoul]

Why Me?

Summery: Boris and Kai are stuck together in Hiwatari Enterprise trying to not get themselves killed by hired mercenaries. Boris so did not sign up for this.

Chapter: 1/2

“Say something,” he hisses, fingers not quite able to grasp the other’s forearm without shaking. “Hiwatari, fucking say something.” Leaning closer he breathes. “Anything.”

But there is nothing. Kai isn’t moving and....

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

Lifting up the other’s shirt, he traces a stained finger over the makeshift bandages. Thankfully it’s still holding strong so Kai wouldn’t at least bleed out too quickly while he tries to get them out of this clusterfuck.  

“I knew those bastards were shady the moment they fucking walked through the door. I just knew it,” he says furiously, pulling the previously white shirt back down before wrapping his own tattered suit jacket over him. “But does anyone listen to me, nooo.”

Climbing back on his feet; a hiss escapes his lips as his knee almost buckles under the sudden pressure. “Fuck.” There was no way either of them would get out of here alive if he didn’t come up with a plan and soon.

Kai was in no shape to make a run for it and, grimacing down at the brace secured around his leg, he once again curses the slow healing process of the human body.  

If he’d only gone on that assignment a week earlier, maybe they would have stood a chance. But with his knee busted and Kai in his current predicament.

They wouldn’t be able to---

Shuffling over to the door, Boris presses his ear against the cold, hard metal, counting his heart beats along with the number of footsteps running over their heads.

It didn’t look good.  

This whole mess stank like Ivan’s unwashed socks.  

“Wh--what?”

His head snaps back so quick Boris vision blurs for a second. “Hiwatari?” Stumbling over, he’s down on his knees before Kai’s unfocused gaze can even lock onto him, biting back a grimace. “Hiwatari!”

Kai blinks slowly, eyes flittering this way and that, lips parting to let out confused murmur of utter nonsense. “Hiwatari? Boris repeats, this time trying to keep his voice soft. “You with me?” But Kai doesn’t seem to be hearing him. Just continues to mutter something under his breath; fingers clenching and unclenching.

The longer, whatever this is, went on the closer Boris came to snapping.

They didn’t have time for this.

Kai couldn’t fucking lose it now.

This....  

Boris couldn’t carry him out of here on his own. The idiot was welcome to go ahead and turn batshit insane when they found Yuriy. His redhead friend was after all occupied to handle him but Boris, this wasn't his fucking job.

“Kai,” he hisses. “For God’s sake. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Something in his voice must have registered somehow because suddenly, lavender eyes are burning into his own making him stiffen. “Boris?” Kai looks..... scared. Confusion bleeding through his glassy-eyes and he doesn’t seem to quite register why Boris was there in front of him. “Boris?” The words are nothing more than a whisper and “Boris what’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Boris tries very very hard not to freak out. “We’re trapped inside your stupid company and mercenaries are here to kill you. Questions?”

“What?” Kai’s tone is frosty, confusion temporarily leaving room for annoyance.

And Boris grins, because finally there is some life behind those eyes.

“You heard me.”

When Kai’s fingers shoot out to curl around his wrist in a painful tug, Boris only snares back.  

“What is going on here.”

Boris doesn’t answer, just holds his gaze, and when Kai glares, he returns it tenfold, and when his former teammates tries to stumble back to his feet in an angry mutter of curses, he presses two hands on his shoulders and refuses to let him up.

All the while hostility is written clear as day across his face, but....

The utter relief flooding his system almost manages to drown out any resentment he harbors for the traitor. Kai wasn’t gone. He wasn’t.... and probably wouldn’t, die here. And Boris wasn’t going to be responsible for his pathetic demise.

They could still get out of here and when they did-

“You’re bleeding out idiot,” he snaps, forcing Kai to stay still. “Do you wanna die before we’ve even attempted an escape?”

All he gets for his trouble is gruff, colorful insult, topped off with the infamous Hiwatari glare.

Boris doesn’t budge.  

“You’re injured,” he repeats himself, keeping his hands firmly on the other’s shoulders. “And my knee isn’t all there right now, so how about we don’t rush this shit and actually think this through?”

Kai huffs. “You, thinking? Today is just full of surprises.”

What a little shit. Boris really really hates him.

“I ain’t Yuriy, Hiwatari,” he snaps back. “I will leave you to die. Don’t test me.” Kai tries to say something back; probably something that’ll make Boris want to hit him, but before any word so much has a chance to leave his mouth, he coughs. Once, twice and then descends into an all-out fit.

To say that Boris freaks out was an understatement. “Fuck! Hiwatari, Hawatari.... just breath. Just, just try and breathe ok? Hawatari! Kai!”

But Kai doesn’t stop, he keeps coughing and it sounds all the more painful each time, the only break in-between the coughs coming from a hitched inhaling of air before he goes right back to coughing his lung out again.  

Curling into a ball, Kai scoots into the corner of the basement, arms coming up to gingerly wrap around his stomach; his bandaged gunshot wound stomach to be exact.

Safe to say, Boris couldn’t let him do that.

“Hey, no. Stop that,” he says, pushing himself forward till he can reach the other teen to pull his arms away from his left side. “Hiwatari,” he finally hisses when he sees no end to the coughing. “Hiwatari just.... please.” The last word comes out as nothing more than a whisper, and he doesn’t know why he says it, it’s not like Kai can hear him. Not with the pain he is going through. Not with the way he is doubled over, and not with the trails of tears leaking out of his tightly shut eyes.

But----

But----

“Fuck fuck fuck, damn it. Hiwatari?”  

Nothing.

Fingers still gripping Kai’s forearms; holding them away from his stomach, Boris tries to even out his own breathing as he takes note of his increased heartrate. “Hiwatari you--” but there he stops, because what is he supposed to say? What is he supposed to do?

“I’m going to get you some water,” he finally decides, scrambling back to his feet, ignoring the sharp flair of pain flashing through his leg. “Just stay here.”

But before he can even take a step away from his fallen comrade, Kai latches onto his hand and holds him there. “Don’t,” he gasps, eyes firmly shut and chest heaving. He looks paler than Yuriy and the feverish tint to his eyes when he opens them sends off warning bells. “Don’t.”

Boris shakes him off, albeit gently. “Hawatari--” he starts, but a quick shake of Kai’s head cuts him off.

“It’s not” a cough. “safe out there.”

His coughing seems to be subsiding and his breathing is evening out slightly, but Boris doesn’t feel comfortable leaving it like this. Water would do the idiot some good. Still, he knew how dangerous going out there to scavenge for something would be. The makeshift bandages had already been risky enough.  

If only he knew the building outline. If he’d just scouted ahead instead of letting himself be railroaded by Yuriy. He shouldn't have even been here, but Yuriy had asked him to, because whether or not Kai liked it, he needed the back up. Especially when dealing with scum like Vitaly.

Still, keeping a close eye on Kai’s sweat soaked figure, and the slowly reddening shirt, Boris could do nothing more than curse profusely under his breath.

“Can you hang on till we get out of here.” It’s more of an order then a question and Kai seems well aware of it for his only answer is a glare.  

“Don’t belittle me Boris,” he hisses; glazed eyes blinking slowly, bottom lip bitten raw and a sheen of sweat coating his forehead. “I can handle myself.” The words come out with confidence despite the waver in his tone and the light shaking of his hands.  

It suddenly hits him like a truck, what he’s been trying to avoid thinking about.

Kai desperately needs medical attention or he isn’t going to make it till tomorrow.

Somehow that..... he swallows thickly.

An echo of something painful dragging through his heart like thousand knives piercing flesh and Boris finds himself ruthlessly breaking it down and shoving it back to the very corners of his mind.

‘Compartmentalize,’ he tells himself. ‘Don’t think about unnecessary things.’ And just like that the walls come back down and his heartbeat evens out.  

Ok then.

“Do you know the building outline Hiwatari?”

It takes Kai a second to process what he’s just said, and the momentary confusion in those lavender eyes makes something frantic claw up Boris throat.

“Yes,” Kai finally answers; blinking slowly and sinking lower down the wall. “Yes... I do.”

Boris swallows. “Great.” Leaning forward he drags Kai back into a better position “I can work with that.”

He could, work with this.  

They just needed to get out of here. Avoid Kai’s would be killers and somehow depend on the very same; bleeding out, probably dying Kai, for directions.  

Yup, this would definitely work out.  

Reaching out, he taps the other on the cheek, startling Kai awake. “Don’t sleep,” he snaps, and if there is the tiniest bit of fear laced in his words, well, Kai is probably too out of it to notice. “Now, tell me what you know and let’s get out of here.”

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