Of Tigers and Heroes

some examples below the cut:

Stepping out, the heat hits him hard, but he doesn’t let it stop him. He breaks into a jog, his frustration fueling each stride. As he speeds up, the streets of Hasetsu blur past him. He greets the locals with quick nods and waves as they enjoy a leisurely walk by the bay.

The town seems more alive than when he first visited, probably all thanks to Viktor’s charm and the fresh faces on the skating team. The onslaught of Perfect Match ads and the sight of couples making out on benches gets under his skin.

The ache in his muscles is real, grounding, a perfect escape from the turmoil in his head.

Then, pausing at an intersection to let cars pass, he catches a glimpse of himself in a puddle, a remnant of last night’s storm. Staring back is someone he reluctantly acknowledges. Reflecting on himself isn’t something he enjoys. Having just turned 21 in March, right after an Olympic disappointment, he feels more imperfect than ever. The days of being the golden boy, unbeatable and angel-faced, seem like a distant memory.

The traffic lights turn green, but all he sees is red. He pushes himself even harder, finding a twisted satisfaction in the burn spreading through his muscles.

Burning everything down is something he’d always enjoyed. Erasing his soulmark? That was his way of flipping off fate. Maybe he thought that by getting rid of it, he could somehow fill the emptiness that’s always gnawing at him. But can you really find peace when every fiber of your being is screaming for you to find the one person who can make you feel complete?

ramadan kareem 🌙

Summary:

Yuri’s had feelings for his best friend for ages. A party game provides the opportunity for him to test the waters.

Preview:

“You’re so full of shit.”

The words exploded out of Yuri’s mouth before he could stop them, echoing around the conversation pit, which Chris insisted on calling the fucking passion pit to everyone’s disgust. It took everything in him not to cringe back at how loud he was, even over the shitty music playing in the background. Especially when he flicked his gaze over to Otabek, who had broken out of his haze at the sudden outburst, suddenly stiff at Yuri’s side.

He hated that he’d disturbed him.

But he sure as fuck wasn’t about to apologize to Phichit, who was clearly lying through his ridiculously white teeth.

Still, he knew Otabek had trouble with conflict and loud noise, that he was only at this party because of Yuri. Under the coffee table — a couple of breeze blocks stacked together and topped with a half-door Leo picked up on the side of the road — he snuck a hand onto Otabek’s knee and gave it a gentle squeeze by way of apology, holding there just long enough to feel Otabek relax a little before he took his hand away.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky Characters: Otabek Altin, Yuri Plisetsky Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Workplace Relationship, Boss/Employee Relationship, Workplace Sex, Office Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Imbalance, Arguing, Under-negotiated Kink, Light Dom/sub, Spanking, Anal Sex, Top Otabek Altin, Bottom Yuri Plisetsky, Yuri Plisetsky is a Brat, Idiots in Love

Summary:

day one - go ahead and cry little boy, you know your daddy did too collab with fic by kawwwaritai

“Shut up!” Yuri snarls. He made it a point to learn those words in particular, in almost every language. “I… I saw your dad cry!” he shoots back, also in English. It made more sense in the Russian in his head, he thinks, but the intended vitriol definitely comes across. Probably. 

Summary:

When Otabek visits for the summer, Yuri takes him on the perfect date – as friends – and drives himself mad in the process. 

Preview:

“Hey Yura?”

Otabek’s voice floats – soft and light and dreamlike as the clouds they’re watching – into Yuri’s ears and right down to that cuddly warm spot in his chest, the one he will vehemently deny existing. 

Surfacing from the depths of a daydream which very definitely did not feature any cloud-soft kisses, Yuri just manages a quiet “Mm.”

“Have you ever thought about how fries and shakes are a perfect combo?”

“Not really,” Yuri replies with a frown. As much as he adores his best friend – and he really does, in every sense of the word – he isn’t sure he has the mental capacity right now for another one of Otabek’s thought experiments. “I mean, they’re fine, I guess, but I’m more of a chicken nugget man.”

“Yura.”

“In any case, we literally just ate 20 minutes ago. I might actually explode if I have to think about food right now.”

“Yura,” Otabek snorts.

“What?”

“I was trying to say something like… poetic.”

Sharing for day 1 of @yurisbirthdaybash. The prompts were Angry/Frustrated/Jealous

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Everyone adores Otabek, the newest hockey sensation. But nobody cherishes him quite like Yuri does.

What are you bringing to Yuri’s Birthday Bash?

Chapters: 11/17

[Completed, published every Saturday]

The sun, roused from its sleep, shines upon their entwined fingers. Otabek reaches out with his other hand and brushes the hair out of Yuri’s face, its pink color almost faded. Yuri’s icy armor melts with each passing day, revealing glimpses of the person Otabek once knew.

“I still want to kiss you,” Yuri whispers.

Warmth spreads through Otabek’s chest. Now that he has given his feelings a name, he can’t uproot this emotion from his heart.

“Not right now. You’re still angry, and I don’t want to mess things up.”

Yuri scoffs. “You want to take it slow?”

Summary:

After a disastrous wedding attempt, Hollywood star JJ Leroy and author Yuri Plisetsky escape to a remote valley in rural Kazakhstan for a secret elopement. When the paparazzo who ruined the wedding shows up in the valley, JJ goes into hiding. His team hires Otabek Altin, a local man who bears only the most minor resemblance to JJ, to act as a decoy groom and marry Yuri in a fake ceremony to distract the media.

Based on The Decoy Bride (2011)

Updates every Saturday. Fic is fully-written. Later chapters are still in editing.

Preview:

Otabek dismounts, but doesn’t take his helmet off. He will not be here long. He does, however, remove his gloves, shoving them into the pocket of his leather jacket.

There’s a plain silver band on his finger, and he stares at it. It was supposed to be a promise of love and a new, better life. Instead, it’s a reminder of trust broken, of lies and infidelity. And that, once again, he had not been enough.

It was just a piece of shit picked up in a variety store for 600 Tenge and it wasn’t even genuine silver. His ex said there wasn’t money for anything more, and that was fine with Otabek, actually. It had been so romantic and bohemian at the time. They were two young artists, declaring their love despite all the struggles.

The metal burns his skin in the icy mountain air, and he wrenches the ring from his finger, gripping it until it makes a dent in his palm.

“Fuck you, Aslan Aidarbaev,” he roars, but the wind carries the words away as he tosses the shitty ring into the gorge. “Fuck you.”

He gives himself a moment to absorb what he’s done, to feel the emptiness in his palm, on his finger, in his heart. Then he tugs his gloves on, gets back on the bike, and speeds away.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky Characters: Otabek Altin, Yuri Plisetsky Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Bruises, Getting Together, Kissing, Fluff, Humor Summary:

“You okay?” “What the fuck does it look like?!” Yuri snapped, doing his best to keep his tear-streaked face hidden behind his fringe to make sure Otabek could not, actually, see what the fuck it looked like.

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@tigersandheroes​ and i wrote a thing

Summary:

Sex doesn’t fix everything - but it’s a start.

Preview:

“How are you, really?” Otabek asked when they had returned to their previous places on the couch, more tea in hand.

“I’m fine,” Yuri replied, but all it took was a stern look to get him to abandon the lie. “Fine, I’m… I don’t know, Beka. I never know how to answer that. My life consists of Lera, the rink, and the studio. As long as they’re all doing okay, so am I.”

“You’re still skating?” He didn’t quite manage to keep the shock out of his voice.

Yuri shook his head, his golden hair catching the sunset light reflected off the coffee table so prettily. “Not since before Tonya and Zhenechka passed away. I’m a choreographer and dance teacher now, mostly. And I fill in as an assistant coach sometimes. I used to work at your old rink, you know.”

“In Almaty?” Otabek asked, frowning.

Chapters: 8/17

[Completed, published every Saturday]

Chapter summary:

“Beka? What are you doing?”

“Skating.”

“Oh yeah? Those kids are doing better than you are.”

The grayish ice rink, unlike Viktor’s academy, is illuminated by dimmed spotlights that cast a gentle, colored hue. It emphasizes Yuri’s playful smile.