YOI Magazine Issue #2 - March 2017

07 | One-Shot: My Bones Underneath

                                                  My Bones Underneath
                          featuring. Viktor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yuuri
                                         presented by Ares T. ( chocobros )

Be to him, Viktor, all the the things he might not be; take his head upon your knee. He that was so proud and wild, flippant, arrogant and free. He that had no need of me, a lonely child. Lost in Hell, ― Viktor, take his head upon your knee; Yuuri, the god of the darkest pits says to him, "My dear, my dear, it is not so dreadful here."

Once Viktor, the beautiful God of the Spring's Bounty danced among flowerbeds and nymphs of the meadow and stream. Spring was seized by the God of the Underworld, as bride to be ― with the world's despair and Spring's disappearance, Gods and Goddesses bared their torches in search for the God. But with fate, the earth ceased to bloom until Viktor returned.

His warm, chapped lips skim of his pulse and in the name of every deathless god; Viktor longed for crocuses, irises, hyacinths, crush olives, gold honey and wine. His hands roamed wild from hips, hands, shoulder blades. Bands of gods with distant torches and distant shouts, they ran into the dark. "Only if you wish," Yuuri says. "I would never try to bind you down here."

Viktor gazes at him, the fire in his eyes were a burnished red, like his mother's spring-damp roses. "Of course," he says.

Where they went, the God of the Underworld, Yuuri closed Viktor's eyes. Some outlines of darkness, farther than hell; a landscape of absence and roof and stone. There are no bodies or nymphs here, they dream shapeless dreams ― a constant, cloudless storm. With the sick taste of Hell's fruit, the dancing God of Spring can no longer wake up from his spinning cantarella, he has spun this dance too far. His mouth is the color of the Underworld God's mouth, they're mute as smoke, as his first white silk, and the spear of his name, once ferocious dissolves on his tongue.

Like sugar, like a birdsong, Viktor whispers it till sleep: Yuuri.

They couldn't understand, how Yuuri ran to him. How the god of bones saw Viktor's bones beneath, and offered half his kingdom in pure adoration and perfection. While everyone reveled in their whispers, of how he ate the seeds unwillingly, it was only for show that Yuuri was the mass grave antagonist.

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Second issue of the YURI!!! on Ice magazine! Yeah, finally!

Well, anyways, this was honestly supposed to be a Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin AU one-shot. But since I've already featured them at the previous issue, I wanted to try something new. While I'm gravely versed on angst and sad romance, I wanted to test out the wonderful Hades/Persephone AU that's quite well known. If you aren't aware of the story it goes by how Persephone is carried away by Hades to the underworld as his bride while she was playing in a flowery meadow, once Demeter noticed her daughter's disappearance ― she despaired and searched for Persephone throughout the world, with Hecate bearing torches. But Zeus was conspiring with Hades, and Demeter was furious and refused to let the Earth bear fruit until her daughter would return. Now, while many of that happened, Persephone had tasted the food of the underworld ― pomegranate seeds ― because of that, Persephone was forced to spend a part of the year with Hades in the underworld forever, and would return to earth by spring. Her return to the underworld in winter, conversely, saw the dying down of plants and the halting of growth. While this AU may be more suitable for OtaYuri, I just wanted to try the verses of the relationship of Viktor and Yuuri. I guess this went well, somehow?

signed by| ares, a young god