#otayurifluff

Tiny, baby mini-chapter that was supposed to be part of Saturday’s update. Yay, mid-week updates!! 

Thank you so much for your support guys <3 I hope you enjoy Beka trying to teach Yuri a medieval variant of some martial arts! 

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“What am I doing wrong?” He huffs, hauling himself to his feet and waving away the hand that Beka offers him.

“You’re concentrating too hard on the swing,” Beka says. “You need the stability to support it. Concentrate on the position of your left leg.”

“Basically you’re kicking too high and overbalancing yourself.” Roza adds, and Yuri rolls his eyes at her.

“What happened to ‘good height’?” he grumbles. She shrugs, tucking her chin on the palms of her hands, elbows in the dirt.

“No point in kicking that high if you’re just going to fall on your ass doing it. Why do you think we started with the ones at waist height?”

Yuri steels himself, and takes up position again.

“Alright.” He moves again...

“Left!”

“Lower!”

He falls over.

(Sorry it’s early, I thought it was Saturday. It’s not. It’s Friday. But I’ve had four hours of sleep and actually TECHNICALLY it’s now 1am on Saturday.)

(Somebody save me from myself. Please.) 

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“Thank God. Talking about how attractive my brother is was kinda gross.”

Yuri huffs, moving to collect his arrows from the tree.

“Tell me about it. Honestly I don’t see what Victor’s appeal is, but good luck getting his fiancé to shut up about it.”

“Ugh,” Roza mock-shudders. “Please promise you will never do that to me.”

“I think you’re safe,” Yuri says, trying not to remember Otabek comparing him to Victor the day before. He’s not that much of a sap, goddammit. “The only person who needs to hear how gorgeous Beka is is Beka.”

He turns around to find Roza staring at him, expression indeterminable.

“What?”

He hadn’t even noticed it until now, but all day, Yuri’s behaviour has been off. Ever since the bond was established. It’s not a wholly pleasant thought, and evidently it’s potent enough for Yuri to notice, because he pulls away.

“What was that?” He’s slightly breathless, unsurprisingly.

Beka stares shamelessly; at the way his eyes look almost blue from this angle, with the snow reflecting in them; the tiniest dusting of freckles that the sun has brought out across his nose, so slight that they’re barely even visible; the few strands of his hair, so light and soft, just slipping out from being tucked behind his ear, something he has only started doing now that it’s grown past his shoulders; the way his mouth is pink and wet where Beka had kissed him; the incredible balance of beauty and brutality that he contains in every ounce of himself.

The angst begins (sorry not sorry)

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It’s the first time Yuri has kissed him in front of Roza.

“Otabek Altin!” She yells, from the campfire, “You disgust me!”

Beka refrains from pointing out that he didn’t technically start it. Nothing, however, can stop him from grinning at Yuri as he slips away, and saying;

“Now that sounds familiar.”

Yuri gapes.