I acknowledge that Victor is a genius in many ways, but I like the idea that pumpkin carving isn't one of his strong points. Yuuri thinks he's perfect though.
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I wanted to draw so much more for my best boy’s birthday but alas, life had other plans for me this week! At least I managed to draw just this, combining @yoi-halloween-week day 6: Costumes (kudos if you get the references for Otabek and Leo’s ones!) and @otabek-altin-week last day: Birthday! <3
And THERE IS MORE!! This scene comes from a fanfic that I’m writing with my dear @yakoucchu! <3 you can read it under the cut! <3 we’re planning to dig more into Otabek’s past, back in the days when he was training with JJ and Leo in the US and we want to explore his relationship with them, especially with JJ...*wink* let us know what you think! <3
The locker room is filled with chatters, laughs, and stomping feet covered in ice skates, but all Otabek can hear, while furiously searching inside his bag for his headphones, is an ever changing monologue that by now feels like a white noise.
"I don't think Mr. Cialdini understands my JJ Style. I'm trying to show him but he doesn't leave me any chance! I mean…"
"SOO GUYS YOU GOT ANY PLANS FOR HALLOWEEN??" blurts Leo poking his head in between the two undercuts boys and saving the day. He doesn't wait for a reply "Jason's parents won’t be home so we will have the spookiest and coolest party ever! You need to come!"
"An house party! JJ used to organize Halloween parties at his place!" boast the Canadian “and of course they were the best in the neighborhood!”
“Yeah, I bet they were” smiles Leo “but this one will be much better, you’ll see! Nothing to do with the sweet and polite Canadian Halloween!”
Otabek fiddles with the earphones’ cable. “I think I'll pass."
"WHAAT? NO WAY!” utter the two guys in unison. “You have to come and experience a proper Halloween party! Next year we will debut as Senior and then forget to have time for anything between Skate America and Skate Canada! Besides, do you have something better to do?"
"Not really but.."
“You celebrate Halloween in Kazakhstan right?” asks JJ.
“Well yes but it’s more an imported thing than a real tradition..” memories of his past birthday parties crosses his mind, when he was still a child and his mother used to dress him in Kazakh traditional prince-like clothing, missing the point of Halloween all together...
“And what you usually do?” Leo press him.
“I just celebrate my birth..I mean..” SHIT.
“YOUR BIRTHDAY?!?”
Of course they don’t miss a beat. Otabek didn’t want to make a fuss about it, but he has to admit that the surprised expressions on their faces are priceless.
“Why didn’t you tell us?! Then you need even more to come!” laughs Leo “It will be glorious!!”
“Y-your birthday is on the 31st of October..” whispers Jean, smiling awkwardly and scratching his head “that explains why you’re so odd then..”
“What are you talking about?” questions Leo furrowing his brows.
“Well, my Grandma always said that Halloween it’s the devil’s birthday and..”
“THAT’S SO COOL! So your costume is sorted!” sentences the American. “I dare you to find something cooler JJ!”
Otabek watches them planning and arguing with unimpressed eyes and the hint of a smile on his face. He knows it’s no use to complain and no matter what he can say or do, they will drag him to this party.
“I will dress as King JJ of course!”
“That’s so boring..”
“But JJ is the king!”
“Come on, can’t you think about something more creepy?”
“What about a beheaded king?” casually burst out Otabek, one of his headphones already on his ear. Jean’s eyes widens and he looks like a lost puppy, utterly betrayed by his roommate, on the verge of tears.
“You want JJ dead Otabro?”
“Don’t Otabro me.”
“Relax JJ! The King is dead! Long life to the King!” laughs Leo “I bet Samantha and the other girls will be more than happy to help you with the beheaded neck make-up!” grins the guy, reaching the lockers room’s exit. “Oh, my costume will be a surprise and a huge 90’s reference! Catch you later guys!”
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From the moment they return in their room, Otabek’s bored eyes observe JJ collecting from his closet what seems to be a tower of fresh-ironed shirts, so high that he can’t even see the way-too-much-enthusiastic expression on the Canadian’s face anymore.
"Ah-ha! Found them. Look here Otabro! Between all those there will definitely be the right shirt for my king costume!"
"You mean the beheaded king?" mutters Otabek while rising his eyes from the comic that he’s pretending to read, secretly enjoying the protesting whines that come from his roommate at the mention of that gory detail.
"Of course I'm well organized, since I play the king every year." says JJ faintly, dropping a single bright red shirt near the pile on the bed. It lands with a soft plop, making Otabek shifting uncomfortably in his seat. It’s slightly smaller than the others and styled with an high and straight collar. A black tuxedo jacket in the same size follows next to the shirt. "And that's what Leo asked me to pick for you...I'm sure that this could help you figure out your, um...your costume. Thank God mama doesn't throw out my old shirts, eh? She packed, I mean JJ packed way too many things for coming here...these are a little too small for me now, but they should fit you perfectly!”
Well, he isn’t wrong. That gives Otabek a clear picture on how much screwed he is, but before he can make any protest, he sees that JJ isn’t happy and excited as before, when he rushed in the room looking for all the things he needed for his costume. He seems troubled now, his eyes fixed on the bright red shirt.
"Is there something wrong, Jean?" says the Kazakh, suddenly feeling a hint of regret for his skeptical behaviour...perhaps he was a bit too rude with the Canadian before, perhaps Jean just wanted to help him find a nice Halloween costume for the party. "You don't need to lend me your clothes if you don't want to. I'm okay wearing just my regular clothes."
"It's not that," he replies quietly "I was thinking about what I said in the locker room."
"You mean the thing about the devil's birthday?"
JJ nods. "I'm Christian, but it's not like I'm that extreme to believe in such things. You're a good person, Otabek. If I'm still here and I didn't dropped the training in America already, it's all thank to you. But it seems that all I can do for you is doing or saying stupid things."
Otabek blinks wordlessly at his last words, but while JJ's sorry eyes points to the floor, the Kazakh gets up from his bed, comes close to him and picks up the shirt and the jacket carefully, as if they’re something precious. JJ tries to say something that seem a protest, but Otabek places a finger over his lips softly, shaking a "no" with his own head. "You're right. Thank God your mom packed you too many clothes."
"You mean... You're not angry with me?"
"Not at all. You guys are just trying to celebrate my birthday in a...picturesque way."
"So you're gonna wear this outfit, the one I picked up for you?"
Otabek gives him a smirk that makes JJ’s cheeks feel all warm and his stomach flutters in that strange but all too familiar way.
"Only if you're gonna wear your beheaded king one, Jean." The Kazakh tone is low and almost suggestive into JJ's ears, there is no doubt about that...it almost felt like those fiery words were coming out straight from the seductive devil's lips.
"O-of course I'm going to be King JJ for one night so you better be ready to do whatever I’ll say!" blurs out the Canadian taking a step back, half panicked and half already taken from the Kazakh's suggestion, who seems to be pretty aware of the effect that he has on him. After uttering cocky words JJ turns on his heels and tries to run away, as he always does, but Otabek takes a step forward and embraces him from behind, bending almost completely on his shoulders and making him squeal a panicked sound.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me all about those orders, then?"
"I don't really know what you're talking about..!"
"Aaah, I get it. Since it's Halloween night, you're gonna be a beheaded king who bore people to death with all your stories about yourself."
"They're not boring at ALL!"
JJ tries weakly to squirm out of his embrace but Otabek presses himself on his back more tightly. "I'm sure that I saw Mr. Cialdini doing something like mimicking shooting himself into his crotch with a gun while you were talking about the quad Salchow that he didn't allow you to do during training."
"He did WHAT?! ... Lemme go! I'm going back to Montreal now!"
"It's called spararsi nei coglioni in Italian, he told me that. Too bad for you my living-dead king, because that isn’t going to work for me."
The Canadian stops pushing Otabek away, turning his reddened face to meet the Kazakh mischievous smirk. "...Are you saying that you'll never be bored by JJ, Otabae?"
"It's because I'm an immortal devil, жаным." and with this Otabek pushes his lips to the corner of JJ's mouth, placing a soft kiss that makes the Canadian boy jump away from him, tripping over his own feet and hitting the parquet on the floor. The sudden vibration makes the pile of shirts crumble on one side and they fall all over him.
"Woah, look what you’ve done here." Otabek says, unimpressed.
"What I’ve done? WHAT YOU’VE DONE! The hell was THAT!? DON'T do it again!! It's an ORDER!"
"You're just jealous because I'm immortal and you're not." Otabek stick his tongue out.
"I WILL LIVE FOREVER IN EVERYONE'S HEART!"
"Okay. Listen.." Otabek squats down near JJ, who's still surrounded by all his shirt, making him slide his ass away from him "...I will make an Halloween discount just for you. Your crown in exchange for the immortality. How does it sound?"
"W-where's the discount in this deal!? A king is NOTHING without his crown!" whines JJ.
"You prefer to give me your soul? Not like I'm gonna complain about that."
"No way!"
"How about your body, then?"
"NO WAY IN HELL!"
Otabek huffs out a laugh. "You're so boring... all I asked was a crown."
"...Wait a minute. A crown you said, right?"
Giving the Kazakh a sudden dork smile, JJ rises from the floor and gets to his closet again, trying not to stomp on any of his shirts. After digging in the drawers for a while he finally picks up something round and sparkly, made of a light material that seems to be plastic. He gets close to Otabek and present it to him, who inspect the object with furrowed eyebrows.
That cheap, glittery and sparkly material, the plastic gems, that freaking fake gold color...
"No way...this isn't a birthday boy crown, right?"
"It sure is! It's from my latest birthday! You can have it, Otabro!"
What do ice skaters and pumpkins have in common? That's right, it's Halloween Week for Yuri!!! On Ice! This is to announce a week-long celebration of Halloween and YOI, all leading up to Halloween itself. Open to all pairings and types of fanwork (art, fic, video, cosplay, podfic, etc).
There will be a total of 12 prompts, one for the 6 days leading up to Halloween. Halloween itself will have a small group of prompts to choose from/be a free day.
Official Event Tags are: #yoihalloweenweek, #yoihalloweenweek2017, and #yoi-halloween-week
But to do all that, I will need your help! I will be accepting prompt submissions from now until the end of September. Then you will all vote on the prompts you would like to create for and our final prompt list will be posted with plenty of time to complete the works in time for the holiday.
For more flexibility (and ‘cause I thought it would be fun) the prompts will be divided into 3 categories, Trick, Treat, and Special. Each day one Trick and one Treat prompt will be posted. Special prompts will be multiple prompts that do not fit in either of the above categories, those are up for grabs on Halloween itself! Prompts will be roughly divided into Trick (generally darker prompts like gore, possession, demons, etc) or Treat (lighter prompts such as pumpkins, autumn, candy, etc).
You can write for either prompt on either day, or both if you so choose! Also, please do not feel limited by the category a prompt is in. If you want to create a fluff piece with a demon or a dark pumpkin prompt, please go ahead.
If you have any questions, please read through the Rules and FAQ and if it’s not answered, then send an ask.
Schedule
Announcement, Prompt Submissions Open 11 September 2017
Prompt Submissions Close 30 September 2017
Voting for Prompts Begins 2 October 2017
Voting for Prompts Closes 12 October 2017
Prompts List Finalized 13 October 2017
YOI Halloween Week from 25 October 2017-31 October 2017
Prompt Submissions
Please submit prompts through an ask or message so they can be posted to the blog and added to the list. Thank you!
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Yuuri looked over his book and down at Viktor resting in his lap. “Cookies?” he repeated, confused. Viktor nodded vigorously, smiling up at his fiancee. “Uh, probably not.” Viktor’s face fell. “Why?”
“Because. I want cookies.”
“Do you even like cookies? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat one.”
“Yuuri!” Viktor sat up with a gasp, “For shame! Everyone likes cookies! I just try not to keep them in the apartment to watch our weight.”
“Uh huh.” Yuuri sounded unconvinced. “And why do we need cookies now?”
“It’s almost Halloween! We get to eat sweets!” Viktor stood, clapping his hands together. Yuuri sighed, placing his book on the side table next to him.
“Vitya. You’re Russian. Russia doesn’t celebrate Halloween.”
“But Japan does, Yuuri! I’m just trying to make you feel more at home!”
“Ehh…”
“And you must feel a little homesick for when you lived in America!”
“Vitya…” Yuuri groaned.
“Yes, my love?” Viktor asked, spinning to kneel in front of him. Struggling to maintain his composure, he stared Viktor in the eye.
“Vitya, would you like to make some cookies?”
“Yes! Oh Yuuri, what an idea! You’re brilliant! Let’s go to the store now! Will you stop laughing already?”
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“Yuuri, look at these!” Viktor exclaimed in delight, shoving a bag into Yuuri’s face. Yuuri blinked before taking the package to examine it, looking at the copper cookie cutters, bent into cheerful Halloween shapes.
“Very cute, Vitya. But we already have the stuff to make chocolate chip cookies.”
“So?”
“So… you can’t shape chocolate chip.”
“Hmmph.” Viktor pouted a moment before his eyes lit up. “I know! Put it back!”
“All of it?” Yuuri sighed.
“No, not all of it, just the chocolate and the brown sugar… and we’ll need… hmm… We have eggs, right?” Viktor started flitting up and down the baking aisle, easily dodging people trying to complete their shopping. “And food coloring?”
“Yes to eggs, probably not to food coloring? Are we swapping recipes?”
“Yup! Here, grab the confectioner’s sugar. I’ll get milk and meet you at check out. Love you!” Yuuri sighed, grabbing the sugar from the shelf, wondering how big of a mess they were going to make in the kitchen.
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The answer was a very large one. Viktor had gotten over-enthusiastic pouring the flour into a bowl and had given himself, the counter, and Makkachin a nice coating of white. Deciding Yuuri shouldn’t miss out on the fun, he had clapped both flour-covered hands to Yuuri’s ass while Yuuri was creaming the sugar and butter, causing his fiancee to jump and spill half the contents. Realising they had forgotten vanilla, they substituted rum, both taking generous slugs from the bottle (Viktor had given a wink and whispered “Chef’s prerogative” while Yuuri giggled.). By the time they had put the dough into the fridge to chill they were both comfortably buzzed, giggling as Yuuri snuggled in Viktor’s lap on the couch.
“This is fun.” Viktor cooed as he nuzzled Yuuri’s neck, reveling in the delighted noises. “Why don’t we bake more often?”
“‘Cause. I get fat.” Yuuri moaned, lifting his shirt and poking his flat stomach sadly.
“But I love your tummy. It’s so cute, kotyenok. It fits you so well.” Bending slightly he kissed the exposed flesh. “I love everything about you.”
“Uh huh. You’re just saying that because I sleep with you.”
“Nope. I thought you were perfect the moment I laid eyes on you. You know that. And when I saw you for the first time in Japan. I just wanted to be the big bad wolf and eat you up, little piggy!” In a flash he flipped Yuuri, pinning him down and playfully biting his neck. Yuuri squeaked in delight, squirming underneath him until they were both red and breathless. Smiling up, he kissed Viktor gently, nuzzling his nose.
“You have flour on your snout, Okami-San.” he said, gently brushing it away. Viktor hummed happily under the touch.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Think the cookies are ready to roll?”
“They can chill a little while longer. I think we need a shower.”
Yuuri gave an enthusiastic nod of assent and allowed himself to be tugged off the couch and into the bathroom.