I thought of a Gratitude of the Crane Yuri on Ice AU at 1 AM– I had to draw it so I made fake manga pages!
If you haven’t heard this story, it’s a Japanese legend about a crane. It’s actually quite sad, and there are a few versions. (you can look it up for the story, but I may continue this comic if you guys like it?)
I can’t be the only one who reads/watches things multiple
times and finds myself secretly hoping things are going to be different this
time. I mean, I know they won’t but you kind of hope they might? UMFBAMHA has sooooo many of these moments-
where I just wish somebody had said something, or done something differently. You know?
Now I don’t for a moment want the fic to actually be
different. I live for the angst,
seriously. I mean, that’s the whole
point of this fic. But I can’t help
thinking about what might have been
in some strange, alternate universe where someone
says something different.
The first one of these that really stands out (and let’s
face it, it is a stand out scene anyway) is ‘I hate you… now fuck
me’. Every time I read it, I kind of
expect Viktor to stop at this point and go ‘hang on a minute, what?’ I have a HC of how this would’ve played out
and it kind of goes like this (I’m so sorry if writing this is totally against etiquette
but I couldn’t help it. I suppose this
is my little piece of alternate reality of the alternative canon that is UMFB):
“I hate you.” Yuuri breathed, knowing the sentiment was
returned wholeheartedly, and it felt so good to finally say the words out loud
after so long. “Now fuck me.”
Viktor faltered, fingers
stilling in their movements but Yuuri refused to let him stop now, not now that
they had both come so far. He tried
to drag Viktor down into another kiss by the hair but Viktor pulled away,
sitting suddenly back on the bed and looking at Yuuri in bewilderment.
“Wait, what? What the
hell, Yuuri? You… you actually hate me?”
gUYS hey :-) just wanted to say I’m sorry I haven’t updated anything in a while, I’ve had writers block so I’ve been procrastinating even trying to write the next part of purple jewels but I’m starting to slowly get back the inspiration for it. It’ll get done no matter what, even if it takes a while for me to do so I hope you guys can wait a little longer (also I’ll get to my asks probably tomorrow sometime)
Jeonghan had been waiting for about ten minutes at the bus
station when the bus pulled over. It was more crowded than usual. Maybe because
it was the last weekend before winter break and everyone was already done with
their courses. Except for him. He doubted any of these people were going to the
library too. He’s been trying to get himself to finish his essay, but he
obviously didn’t even start until now. And it was due in three days. The joy.
He moved further back on the bus so the others could get on
and he found himself between a tipsy fellow student, who was sweating like
crazy and a middle aged man looking like he despised his entire life. Jeonghan
thought that it wasn’t that bad, he could tolerate this until his stop at the
The bus stopped at the next station and even more people
came rushing in. Okay, this was not a good place to stay in if he wanted to
actually get off this bus. Just as he started heading to the front again, the
bus driver closed the doors and left the station making him lose balance and
fall right in someone’s lap.
No, this couldn’t happen to him. He was mortified, trying
desperately to get back on his feet. But there was no space left and he was
stuck there. On a stranger’s lap. Why couldn’t he just walk to the library. It
wasn’t even that far, now that he thought about it. What is he supposed to do
‘You comfortable there?’
Jeonghan turned his head so fast he thought he heard a
crack. Can this get more embarrassing? The stranger seemed to be just a little
younger than him, maybe a college student himself. And he was smirking at him.
And looking him dead in the eyes. This guy was kind of cute, Jeonghan would
give him that. But he seemed to be a cocky bastard, with his sickeningly cute
teeth and flawless skin.
‘I’m so sorry. I…’ Great, now he’s blushing. He was grateful
he didn’t fall on a poor old lady or something, but this was somehow even
‘It’s ok. I was kind of cold anyway.’ Again with that smirk.
Jeonghan wanted to strangle him. Two more stops. And he’ll hopefully never see
this guy again.
‘Your hair smells nice.’ He felt the guy’s face move closer
to his neck as he said that. This was kind of creepy. But he felt himself move
back into the guy. He looked around the bus and saw several people giving them
weird looks. This whole situation was not his fault, they should just mind
their own business.
Jeonghan noticed he was close to his stop, so he started
getting up, but it was impossible. He thought he could wait for the people at
the front to get off so he could make his way out as well, but none of them did
and more people came in. So he stayed there. On this guy’s lap. Being pushed even
farther into him. And he just missed his stop.
‘Looks like we’re stuck together now.’ Jeonghan turned
around to glare at him, but the stranger didn’t seem to care. He was smirking
again and Jeonghan felt his heart skip a beat. They were a little too close and
the guy’s hands were positioned awkwardly, trying not to touch him. That was
really nice of him. Jeonghan thought he was an asshole, but he seemed a little
So Jeonghan moved back into him and wrapped the guy’s hands
around himself. So they could be more comfortable of course. The bus wasn’t
going to clear anytime soon so there was no reason for them to be
uncomfortable. He didn’t have any ulterior motives obviously.
The last stop was coming up, their only chance at getting
off this thing. Jeonghan waited until the last person passed and got up,
feeling the guy closely following him. He didn’t even know his name. He couldn’t
be one of those people that fell in love with strangers he was probably never
going to see again.
Should he stop and talk to the guy now, apologize again? Or
should he just leave for the station across the street so he could go right
back home and scream into his pillow? He sure wasn’t going to start his essay
‘Um, sorry again. I should go now.’
‘Wait. Do you have any plans right now? I mean of course you
do, that’s why you were on the bus. It’s ok. No need to say sorry.’ Ok, this
guy wasn’t just ‘kind of cute’, he was adorable. He seemed even more flustered
than Jeonghan now.
‘I don’t have any plans. Unless going home and thinking
about the cute guy on the bus counts as a plan.’
Jeonghan didn’t think the guy could get redder than he
already was. But he was still smiling and Jeonghan swore he just fell in love
on the spot.
‘So do you wanna go to that coffee shop? For coffee? Or tea?
Hot chocolate? Espresso? Whatever you want, I think they have it.’
‘I would like that….’
‘Mingyu. I’m Mingyu. That’s my name.’
‘Mingyu. I’m Jeonghan. Is this a date then?’
‘Yeah, if you want it to be.’ There’s that smug smirk again.
This was no doubt going to be more fun than spending his evening at the
library. Even if he was going to regret it later.
yah. 5 request is done! actually this request was the first message when i open this event. I’m sorry for this late. (and poor english too!*cry*) but i had too many thought…and here is my conclusion. haha…XD
i think dante can’t say this, he worry about staying, even. because he is still fugitive.(also hunter too though.) he afraid that people get hurt near by his.
ya..so if someone have to say that question, between this relrationship…that one will be delsin. this is my personal thought.
hope you guys like it!
thank you for this request,i absolutely love to drew this one. also I’m big fan of your work.<3)