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who: Yuri Plisetsky

bespredel and You!
what: Various prompts throughout September and Dragosta
when: Throughout September
where: All throughout Riverview
warnings: A boy turns into a tiger, swears a lot, and is madly in love with his dumb boyfriend.
other: General prompts below the cut, individual prompts to follow. If you would like a personalized prompt hit me up at

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I. Tyger Tyger, burning bright » Throughout Riverview

[ Yuri had had his new powers for all two days, and having shown what he could do now to everyone who mattered most, it was time to take these new skills of his out on the town. That was to say- it was time for an adolescent tiger to skulk around... Or, a part-boy, part-tiger sometimes. Look- it wasn't so easy to hold his wicked awesome new form, okay? He had to get the hang of it. He seemed to do best when he was really, really excited- it had been no big deal to pounce on Otabek and Eddie in this form, but holding it for more than a couple of minutes? Still tricky. He could keep his ears, paws, and tails for seemingly as long as he wanted to- when he got angry (which was often, realistically speaking) his fangs would grow in, teeth becoming sharp and dangerous as his claws formed too. But it wouldn't be the super cool rad awesome power it could be until he could figure out how to master it, right?

It would be clear if anyone got close enough, that he wasn't exactly a full grown tiger. lithe and lanky, the adolescent boy was also an adolescent tiger- but that didn't matter to him. With all his white fur and black stripes, he just thought that he looked badass. He tried to stick to places that people wouldn't notice him- alleyways, empty parks, quiet places as he got used to bounding around on four paws, getting a feel for heightened senses and so much muscle. Yuri leaped into trees teen feet high just because he could. He was having an absolute blast-

Not really thinking how it might have looked to the average person to have a white tiger just roaming around the city like it was no big deal. Maybe you heard a commotion, someone screaming in fright because of a sighting of Yuri- or maybe you caught him playing, chasing butterflies and birds as he got a feel for his four legged form. Maybe you caught him mid-transformation, half boy and half tiger and no clue how to control going back to one or the other- so far, it sort of seemed like luck. Whatever the reason, Yuri was doing his best to have fun. ]

II. In the forests of the night » Faerie Lights

[ Honestly, the little gnat-like baubles of light were beginning to become an extremely huge annoyance. There was only one person Yuri wanted to kiss, and that wasn't usually who he was nearby when he caught sight of those horrible little balls. He wondered if taking a fly swatter to them would have kept them away; it was tempting to carry one around in his back pocket just to find out. For the most part, Yuri had been lucky. Dodging and avoiding the stupid little faeries on his way around the city; to and from the gym or the rink, Otabek's apartment and his own. But even with all the grace of a prima ballerina, the focus of a professional athlete- even Yuri's luck was bound to run out.

Now he's trapped in a bubble, and man does he look pissed. ]

You have got to be kidding me. This is shit- no offense [ (Full offense.) ] But I am not kissing you. I don't just pucker up because some dumb ass bugs floating above my head have said I have to. Forget that; I have a boyfriend!

[ His ears were out, now. Rounded soft tufted white tiger ears, flat against his head in annoyance as he banged on the invisible barrier. ] HEY. TAKE THIS STUPID SHIT DOWN!

[ It was going to be a long hour, if he kept shouting like that. ]

III. What immortal hand or eye » Skating Rink

[ As fun as it was to run around as a tiger, Yuri wouldn't for one second let himself slack on his career. Just because Riverview paused time back home, didn't mean he could just let himself take an extended break. He didn't want to go home sloppy. No, Yuri spent almost as much time on the ice as he did training at the gym, and certainly more time on the ice than he did doing his school work. That was all right, though. He was ahead of his own grade already.
That was the nice thing of not attending public school; he could do his classes at his own pace, even if that meant beasting through as much maths as possible, just to get it out of the way.

He missed his tutor, though. Missed Michael- the lab wasn't the same without him, and it hurt to know that Yuri had lost someone else. He shouldn't have been angry about it, Michael had a home to go to, people who weren't Yuri that were depending on him. It was fine. Just because he was gone didn't mean Yuri would stop working hard. But Yuri had always found that, when he needed to take his mind off of something, skating was his answer.

He was working on a new routine, had been at it for days. Smoothing out choreography during public skates, attracting a growing crowd and a dozen offers and requests for him to teach his skills.
But right then, Yuri really wasn't interested. First, he had other plans- wanted to see if he could get some sort of competitive skating or ice show going as a larger thing in Riverview. He missed the competitive edge that Figure Skating allowed, and while Otabek was great company, he was also Yuri's only real competition. That was kind of... boring. Sure, there were plenty of Riverviewites who knew how to skate. Some of them even had basic skills to get better at what Yuri did- but actual bred and practiced figure skaters? Not so much. Not yet. Throwing himself into a vicious triple axel, Yuri did his best to put his thoughts on his routine. Land, slide, step sequence- one, two, three. Arms up, arms down, twist- get ready for a toe loop, followed by a lutz. The choreography seemed wrong, especially when Yuri's hand touched the ice, and he snarled.

Would go at it all afternoon, practice until he couldn't stand, unless someone wanted to interrupt him. ]

IV. Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

[ooc; Choose your own adventure! Want to do something with soulmates? Other tiger prompts? Something I didn't think of? Hit up this prompt! ]

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Otabek watched him for a moment. Though he didn't physically react, he went through several thoughts, most of which consisted of him considering picking up and getting out of there. But, then Ivar answered. He was relieved, because he knew he had been correct, and had found the right part of where he had picked up Yuri that night. He wouldn't have been very happy with himself if he had gotten it wrong.

"He's good at...roping his friends into things." Really good. Otabek did look at the memories fondly, though, of putting together that routine the night before. It had been a lot of fun.

"He's lucky I'm as fond of him as I am." Then he paused, flipping the knife over in his hand again. "Don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it." It's a lot more fun just insulting each other in between Yuri's continued attempts to introduce Ivar to modern day pop culture.

"So, you're the one whose managed to steal his heart." He stares at Otabek and there's a look in his eyes somewhere between judgment and cool assessment. "I wonder what he sees in you." He's not, surprisingly, being intentionally cruel with his words. Ivar's more curious than anything else.

"You'll have to ask him," Otabek answers quickly, easily. He's not sure what he did to deserve Yuri. He's just glad that he gets the chance to be with him, that Yuri cares about him. And cares about him enough to put together something like this with him. And although Ivar's question phases him a little bit, he doesn't show it. He just accepts it isn't something he understands or can answer.

Though he could easily list everything he adored about Yuri. Every day, he finds more and more things, too. Steal his heart, though? Otabek was sure that it was the other way around. "I'm glad he has people that care about him." People beyond himself. People that weren't Viktor or Yuuri, who seemed to hurt him more than help.

"You have a clue for me, though, right?" He wondered if each hint was going to be like this.

"He'd likely just give me some sappy answer. He really is enamoured." Ivar snorts. It's all he can do not to roll his eyes. "What a chump." But Ivar really is happy that his friend has found love. It was no good being alone. Ivar already knew that much.

"The feeling is mutual, trust me." Ivar had never had a best friend before. Hell, he'd never had friends before period. It had done the Viking a lot of good, keeping him more level-headed than he had been. In response to Otabek's question, he pulls a note out of his vest, and hands it over. "For you. Don't ask me what it says, I have no idea." Ivar was profoundly illiterate, coming from a time period where even the English language wasn't even in popular usage yet.

Hearing it from someone else...that Yuri had feelings for him, was different from hearing it from Yuri. It meant that not only was he showing it to him, but to his other friends. "No chumps here," Otabek said. He was half-grinning when he said it. Maybe he was a chump himself, too. He was pretty enamored with Yuri himself. Sometimes feeling afraid he would screw it up with the other. They were still learning a lot about each other, but he was sure that it would only get to be a stronger feeling.

He takes the note from Ivar. He read it to himself. He was keen on keeping as much of this between himself and Yuri as possible. We walked in holding hands; this was our first time out as a couple, and I can't ever remember being so happy. He took the words in, a half-smile as he looked back up to the other.

"I know where to go."

He doesn't think much of Ivar saying he has no idea. He doesn't necessarily expect that everyone would be able to read English here. It wasn't even his own first language.

"Bah. You're both chumps." There's a surliness to his words, but it's the affectionate type of insults that both Ivar and Yuri like to use. The fact he's using them on Otabek shows that he's warming up to him a little bit. If he hadn't, he'd likely be thinking of a good place to bury the body right now.

Ivar watches him as Otabek reads the note. Whatever it says, he seems to understand. He waves a hand at him in a dismissive manner. "Good. Go off and be happy then." He may have gotten his heart broken into a million pieces, but that doesn't mean that Yuri shouldn't have his own version of happiness.

He does sense that it's not an insult, so he simply tilts his head and shrugs. He's not much one for tossing out even affectionate insults, nor is he affectionate with most people (presently, his affection is truly limited to Yuri). But, it's good to know that Ivar at least feels like he can talk this way to him. "This chump is off, then."

He makes sure to then add, "And thank you." For participating, for helping Yuri. For helping him make this happen. He's glad that Yuri has friends who are happy to help him.

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