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Borises really like gent pipes, huh? So much that it can kill brute Boris in three solid hits.
Boris gives us the gent pipe and it’s the first weapon we get in chapter 3, then at the end of chapter 4 this is the only weapon we get (not counting the plunger) to fight him. He gave us something to defend ourselves and we use it against him.
In celebration of the release of bendy chapter four, and the revamp of the first three chapters I thought it was about time I made some more bendy fan art...because who could resist that face?
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Prompt requested by @misstomoyo1990 :) Victuri. Someone trying to make Yuuri jealous (pretending to have flirted/Kissed Víctor) and Yuuri killing it with his wit. Love ya btw! ❤
I hope you get a kick out of the silliness I came up with!! (there is a cut because this one also got away from me LOL)
Victor had never really paid attention to springtime in St. Petersburg. He was sure that there was a time, before skating became the center of his universe, that he had noticed the changing colors and growing heat in the air, flavored with all the promises of new beginnings. Vaguely he could recall his first spring with Makkachin, weaving flowers into his patient poodle’s hair and rolling through the softness of the grass finally making its way out from underneath the smothering snow.
For so long those memories felt distant and disconnected, out of his reach and almost as if they had happened to another person. Spring was another season, allowing for later running times and longer training hours.
With Yuuri, however, spring in St. Petersburg brought back the strength of those memories and the exquisite hope of creating brand new ones.
Together they walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, chatting aimlessly about the extra sunlight and the blooming flowers. Yuuri’s eyes sparkled as he took in the spectacle of the outdoor vendors beginning to crowd the streets, the hustle of the city no longer causing him to tumble into a ball of his own nerves. Yuuri looked at home, and Victor’s heart soared with the realization that Yuuri was at home with him.
He was lost in the mesmerizing sight of Yuuri’s curiosity and completely missed the sound of another man calling his name. Victor would have continued to ignore it, even after his ears had caught the familiar sound, except the source of pure annoyance appeared in front of him, forcing himself into Victor’s space. Yuuri dropped his hand and took a step back, making Victor blush as his fiancé eyed the situation with an interested tilt to his head.
“Vitya!” the boorish man shouted again, throwing a beefy arm over Victor’s shoulder and pulling him into an unwelcome hug.
“Don’t call me that,” Victor mumbled, worming his hands between their bodies and pushing the man off of him. Crossing his arms with an air of indifference, Victor tried his best to look bored with the human in front of him.
“Oh Vitya, always pretending to be hard to get,” the man smirked, tossing his arm back around Victor’s shoulders and leaning back into his space. Victor could feel his skin begin to prickle, torn between wanting to yell at the idiot pawing at him and the obligation to remain civil in public. It had been Victor’s life struggle and he could feel the conflict beginning to churn inside him.
“I’m Yuuri,” stepping back into the situation, Yuuri’s jaw looked like he was clenching it to keep himself from saying something rude. Victor recognized the look, and it caused a curl of heat in his chest, relieving some of the welling terror that had been building there.
“Hm? Oh. Boris.” Slapping his hand into Yuuri’s, Boris continued to bear his weight onto Victor’s body. “Vitya here should have introduced me properly. We go way back you know.” His rough beard scraped against Victor’s temple, making Victor wince from the contact.
“I believe it,” Yuuri flicked a hand toward Victor, face not giving away any form of emotion and making Victor wonder exactly what was going on in Yuuri’s head. “I’m sure you were one of the many people Victor tolerated simply because he felt obligated to.” Yuuri’s smile was pleasantly sarcastic as Victor choked on a laugh.
“Excuse me?!” Boris released Victor from his grasp and brought his chest to Yuuri’s face. He was a mammoth of a being and Victor panicked that Yuuri was about to get hit for his stinging comment. “I’ll have you know,” Boris barked, jabbing a finger into Yuuri’s chest, “Vitya and I were hot back in the day.”
Chuckling, Yuuri shook his head, “Victor has always been hot. You? Hm, I don’t see it.” Casually shrugging his shoulders, Yuuri continued to smirk up at Boris’s reddening face. “Besides, Victor has much better taste than that.” Reaching around Boris’s brick of a body, Yuuri used his hand adorned with his ring to guide Victor to his side. With a coy smile, he lifted Victor’s own ringed finger and kissed it.
“Vitya, when you decide you want a real man, I’m sure you can still find your way to my place.” Boris growled, face looking like an excellent impersonation of a snarling bull dog.
“Do real men have penises smaller than their egos?” Yuuri asked Victor, his Japanese conversationally paced so that Victor could follow along. “If so, then I suppose he is correct.” Victor had barely processed Yuuri’s question, when he burst out in laughter from Yuuri’s switch to flawless Russian.
“What did he say?” Boris glared between the two of them, nostrils flailing.
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak stupid,” Yuuri spoke again in Japanese, his eyes wide as he blinked innocently. Victor curled himself onto Yuuri’s side, hiding his laughter in the crook of Yuuri’s neck.
Roaring with frustration, Boris threw his hands in the air, stomping back into the crowd with the anger turning his neck red. Victor peeked out from Yuuri’s neck, sighing in relief to see the awful man disappearing into the sea of people.
“Do I even want to know?” Yuuri chuckled, pushing Victor up from his shoulder. Victor’s cheeks flushed as Yuuri studied him.
Unsure what to say, Victor shrugged. “I never dated him. Or anything with him. He played junior hockey and used to ask me out a lot. That’s all.”
“My Vitya, the heartbreaker,” Yuuri teased, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Victor’s cheek. His laughter tickled Victor’s skin, making him relax into Yuuri’s touch.
“I thought for a moment you were going to punch him,” Victor felt himself begin to settle as Yuuri intertwined their fingers again. “You had that fierce determination which usually only appears when you are about to do something stupid.” He laughed again when Yuuri jabbed him in the ribs with a gentle elbow.
“Punching him would not have been stupid,” Yuuri argued, falling in step next to Victor and letting himself be led toward the first set of stalls.
“Yuuri,” Victor cooed, jokingly batting his eyes in Yuuri’s direction, “you would punch a man for me?” He was not going to admit that the thought had his heart doing a little jig in his chest.
“A thousand men,” Yuuri corrected, stopping to pull Victor into him. “I would punch a thousand men for you, if it meant keeping you safe and happy.” His sentence was barely complete before Victor was stealing it away with a kiss.
Spring in St. Petersburg was certainly different with Yuuri around, and Victor was definitely looking forward to all the memories they were going to make. (Especially if they involved Yuuri threatening anyone who dared to flirt with him.)
...... I HAVE QUESTIONS! first off *inhales* *darth vador voice* NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORIS! second off, WHAT, THE, ACTUAL, HELL?!
