It isn’t utility that’s behind his investment in me, nor necessity, nor dependency. This much is clear to me now.. I have earned his respect. I have earned his trust. I have his true friendship. And so he’s going to have mine. And as long as that is true, I cannot imagine what is possible.
You know what the funny thing is? I don’t blame her. I had money for the first time in my life; a wonderful girl, who just happened to have a great mama to boot.
I had everything.
But the truth is, nobody gets everything.
We get what we love most.
Sometimes it’s just hard to know what that is. That’s a struggle we all have.
after i posted this head canon yesterday, @blameotayuri asked if i had anymore daddyura in the chamber, and i am here to DELIVER. it got a little longer than i intended, so consider it a gift for you! hope you like it.
Everybody always talks about how Yuri is the more expressive
and ridiculous of the two, but the truth is, Otabek is a little shit. You have
to really know him to be able to spot his tells, but when he gets in a mood, he
really likes to push.
For instance, Beka knows that Yuri loves it when he
stretches his arms and back while he still has his leather jacket on (it gets
deliciously tight, but only enough to see the outline of his muscle structure; that
just does it for Yuri). But, when he’s
feeling really bratty, he’ll do it just about anywhere to get a rise out of
Like today. In the ice rink. Surrounded by people Yuri
really doesn’t want watching this. It’s embarrassing. The thing is, nobody else cares. It’s
just bad boy Altin getting ready to warm up.
Otabek looks up at Yuri through his eyelashes, just to make
sure he’s being watched. When they make eye contact, he immediately drops his
arms and turns around to change into his skates. As he bends over to pull off
his sneakers, he glances around his legs to look Yuri dead in the eye again,
and yep. There it is. Yuri’s had enough. If Otabek wants to play, then they’re
gonna fucking play.
From the moment Otabek’s blades touch the ice that morning
to the moment practice is called for the day later that afternoon, Yuri ignores
him. The best offense is a good defense, and the best way to offend an
attention hungry Altin is to ignore everything he does.
Otabek does a lot. He shows off just a little bit, grunts a
little louder every time he “accidentally” pops a jump, skates a little too
close to Yuri just to spray ice his way as he changes direction. It’s enough to
get Yuri wound up, but not enough for anyone else to notice any difference. Yuri
plays it cool, though. That’s his job, after all.
Yuri stays on the ice after everyone calls their goodbyes. It’s
not that unusual, so it doesn’t raise any questions, but he knows it’ll add
just enough to Otabek’s undoubtedly mounting frustration with not getting what
he wants. He doesn’t do much, just some lazy figures and long laps, but each
time he passes Otabek at the barrier, he can see the agitation build. Thirty minutes
later, Beka is practically vibrating in his skin, so Yuri decides to extend a
little kindness on his next trip by.
“You are insufferable, Altin.”
Otabek’s mouth tightens into a straight line while he
chooses his next words.
More silence, another lap.
“I don’t know what you mean, Yura.”
Yuri snorts through his nose, “Really, now?”
Yuri has tricks, too. He knows what gets under Otabek’s
skin. He keeps skating passes, long and easy. Stays quiet. Then, just as easy
as his laps, he works in bends. A layback spin here, an Ina Bauer there. He really
shouldn’t, he’ll be sore in the morning, but Otabek needs to be put in his
place. He needs to understand.
Yuri skates closer to the barrier again with an effortless Biellman,
and knows he’s won when he hears Otabek let out a shaky little whine under his
“I think you know exactly what I mean, Altin.”
Otabek cuts himself off and lowers his eyelids heavily as Yuri
pushes forward to face him at the barrier, “You know exactly what I mean, don’t
Yuri cups Otabek’s cheek for just a second, steps out of the
rink, and grabs his shoes. When he’s back on level ground, he returns to the
older man, who hasn’t moved a muscle since the beginning of this little game. He
lightly presses his hand to Otabek’s throat, and pushes downward until Beka
gets the picture and sinks to his knees, looking up at Yuri like a man seeing
the sun for the first time.
Yuri leans down to press a kiss to his cheek.
A shaky breath and a stuttered whisper, “y-yes, daddy.”
Yuri lets out a low chuckle and nips Otabek’s ear.