OH MY GOD the desperation in all three of their voices was so intense these three people love each other so much and have been through so much that not even a mythical group of cowboys on horses can keep them apart
It starts off as a simple mistake during the morning after.
Yuuri wakes up with sunlight on his face and a pleasant ache
in his body, the covers warm around him. His hand reaches out for his glasses underneath
his pillow and Yuuri blinks languidly as it slips on his face. Why, is the first thought that comes
into Yuuri’s mind as he stares at the ceiling, is my bedroom white?
It takes him a full minute to remember three important
One, he is not in Japan and this is not his room.
Two, he’s in Russia for the competition set in a month and
this is Victor’sroom. Which also
means he is lying on Victor’sbed
with Victor’scovers surrounding him.
“Oh my god,” Yuuri breathes out in reflex, his eyes widening and a
blush steadily growing on his face. He pushes the covers away and looks down at
himself, where there are several tiny purple hickeys painted on his torso. Yuuri
can feel his lips slowly stretching out into a big smile, giddy and
disbelieving all at once.
It seems like last night isn’t just an elaborate fantasy
So here’s that sketch page that I had been talking about! Weirdly enough Izuna was the hardest to draw with with his too pretty shocked (I mean a bird became a dude right in front of him, a pretty dude at that) face and wild but elegant hair lmao.