You know? Ever since there are sports anime, like Yuri on ice, with so much popularity, I really want to see an anime but with people loving to parkour! I mean, there are video games that parkour is the main thing and/or used to achieve something. Like Prince of Persia, Assassins Creed, Mirrors Edge, Sunset Overdrive, the list is on and on! I really want to see it as an anime!
[ Yuri on Ice | Teen Up and Audiences |
Yurio x Otabek | Royalty, ABO Dynamics AU (non - traditional), Friends To Lovers, Prince Yuri, Aged-up Yuri | Commoner Otabek]
The scent hit Otabek like a tidal wave, sharp as spice and sweet as honey, carrying the freshness of citrus which made him lightheaded. He could recognize that scent even in his sleep.
It was the Prince’s scent.
He shook his head, getting a grip over his overwhelmed senses. He straightened his back and his eyes scanned over the gathered crowd of invited nobles. Surprisingly, no one looked bothered by the aroma which was thick in the air surrounding them, or probably they were all well-adept at hiding it, unlike Otabek.
The Alpha Jean-Jacques Leroy, the crown Prince from the South was busy chatting with the King - Nikolai Plisetsky. Watching the arrogant expression plastered all over the Prince’s face, Otabek wondered if he felt anyone else to be worthy of a conversation other than his majesty himself. At his right, Duchess Mila Babicheva was wearing a pleasant smile as she talked to the dark haired Alpha, Georgi Popovich, a wealthy Duke from the North.
As the head of Prince Yuri’s security, Otabek had personally scanned the list of the invitees at least a hundred times. He knew they were well known, well established and more importantly, Alphas of a suitably high rank to be candidates in the process of courting the Prince.
“He’s almost here,” The King muttered after ten minutes of talking to Leroy, tipping his nose higher, excited to take in the scent of his only heir after a whole two years away.
Why it was him who had smelled the approaching Prince first gave rise to a vague thought Otabek didn’t bother indulging.
Prince Yuri Theodore Plisetsky…
Otabek felt his heart stutter in his chest as Yuri’s name was announced. He shook his head again, gathering his thoughts, thinking he should count himself lucky for getting a chance to stand two steps behind the King. After all, he was born to an average family as a level One Alpha, the lowest of the Alpha ranks, which was considered not much better than a Beta.
He still remembered the first time he’d seen the Prince in person. Otabek was seven at that time and the entire kingdom had been gathered to witness the crowning ceremony of their new Prince. It was also the year when they’d lost their previously crowned Prince and Princess, Yuri’s parents, in a tragic accident.
Otabek could only imagine the state of a five year old who had recently lost his parents and had to bear the responsibility of the entire nation on his tiny shoulders as its sole heir.
Prince Yuri was five and a born Omega, a level Ten Omega. The highest ranked male Omega which was rare and regarded as very prestigious, even more so than a level Ten Alpha.
“Why do you stink so much?” had been the Prince’s first ever words to him.
Otabek hadn’t backed off, or even flicked his eyes away. He’d heard about the Prince being a bit open with his use of a language. Otabek wondered if anger was his way of dealing with the ache of his grief. Otabek could understand, he’d lost his mother when he was four and had become withdrawn and more mature - as his father had pointed out many times.
Otabek was pretty much used to such insults from the very early stages of his childhood. He’d gazed at the Prince, waiting to see if the younger boy had anything else to add. The words were rude but his sharp intake of breath and the surprised, dazed look on the Prince’s face had told a different story altogether. At least, he was talking and not just glaring and frowning at everyone who dared to cross the five foot radius of space around him.
Otabek had bowed to the new Prince and offered the flower crown that his sister, Sabrina, had made and a basket full of fresh cherries which he’d collected from their small farm on the cusp of dawn. Carefully, he’d set them down on the overflowing heap of gifts.
The Prince had frowned at the basket for a long moment before raising his hand and shoving a fistful in his mouth. Otabek blinked at him, totally taken aback.
“Mmm-hum… ” the Prince had hummed, closing his eyes, as he chomped on the bites of the plump fruits in his mouth. He opened his eyes, fixing his crystal green glare on Otabek. “Bring me more tomorrow,” he’d ordered, taking a few more from the basket.
“Y-yes, your highness,” Otabek had stuttered, bowing again before he was shoved away by a royal guard to clear the area. He hadn’t missed the way the Prince had shot a burning look at the guard.
It was all surreal and felt like a dream. The cherry exchange became their daily routine when Otabek had woken up at dawn and stopped by the palace every morning with a basket of red cherries in one hand.
On the first day, the guard had tugged the basket from his little hand and through the security of the heavy iron gate, Otabek had returned home without even getting a glimpse of a palace brick.
The next day, the guard’s behavior seemed more polite when he actually let him enter and escorted him to the library where the Prince had been taking his lessons.
The Prince had emptied the basket right there without bothering to listen to his mentor, Sir Yakov. The poor man had looked genuinely horrified about the Prince’s sensitive appetite.
“Get me this everyday,” the Prince had ordered him, again.
Guys, what if, since because ‘King J.J’, if J.J had kids he nicknamed them his little prince/ss? Like, he could have a daughter and call her his little princess even into adulthood when she’s started getting embarrassed by it. Or a little prince who’s like ‘dad please, I’m twice your size now, I could flip you to the floor if I wanted to’.
What were you thinking? You’re too young to have a baby.
Her mother’s disapproving words echoed in her mind all day, and Maia wouldn’t deny that they had unsettled her. Was she too young? Maybe. She was 21 and that wasn’t an age that people usually associated with responsibility and stability, but it wasn’t like she was a teenager either. She had been with Leroy for 5 years now, they had known each other since high school and her family knew him well. But her parents weren’t too happy with him at the moment, knowing that their youngest was pregnant had that effect on people.