Unimaginable | Victuuri/Otayuri Fantasy AU on hiatus

Chapter One

Yuuri's P.O.V.

His eyes speak of sunlit skies, cerulean flora and glittering waterscape. They proudly defy the darkening of twilight into night; even in the growing shadow of nightfall, he glows. Captivated, I hardly notice when he leans in.

"Yuri," he whispers, his voice like music in my ear. "Are you listening to me?" he laughs.

I swallow hard and nod, leaning in as well. The smell of sweet herbs and fresh air permeate his glowing aura. I want so badly to feel the texture of his skin. It looks as soft and welcoming as the clouds in a salubrious sky.

I am spellbound by his majesty.

"It's getting dark," he repeats, amused. "Shall we meet tomorrow? Same time and place?"

I hear the words, but I can scarcely process them. I am so entranced by the soft temptation of his lips. I wonder if he would protest if I...

"Victor," I relish the feel of his name on my tongue. "C-can I kiss you?" My throat dries as I dare to ask the beautiful prince of such a bold request.

Silver hair falls into his eyes under swathes of moonlight on the rise while he poorly attempts to stifle his smile.

"You're not supposed to ask," he chuckles, gracing my lips with the brush of his own daring move.

We both lean in this time.

I'm overcome by the aureate sensation of his kiss. It's so much more active than I imagined. Victor's lips are sweet and warm and they glide gracefully with my sloppy retaliations. And he tastes so much better than I imagined he might.

"Don't--" I gasp through the kiss, airless and clammy.

"Don't?" his facial features fall into a gentle frown.

I flush a red more vibrant than the rose at my feet. I am forced to explain myself.

"Don't-- D-don't stop," I beg, desperate for another sweet embrace. "Never stop."

"Oh, Yuri," his breath hitches, taking me in with the sweep of his sapphire regard. I can only imagine what he sees, what he tasted on my breath. "My precious secret," he takes me up into his arms. "If I could, I would make this moment last forever."

"I'd rather make this moment last forever," I find the strength to run my fingers through his heavenly hair with one hand while I cup his chin in the other and pull him into another dreamy kiss.

Our first meeting in private and we're already kissing and touching like lovers. But it just feels right. It feels right, that is, until the light of a single torch begins to illuminate the path to our clearing. Neither of us take notice, at first, entirely caught up in more important matters. But I feel the ominous suggestion of discovery and capture like fire in my chest.

Victor seems to feel it too.

He collects himself, straightening his spine and hardening his face. I watch in petrified despair as he takes several steps away from me in order to call out into the forest.

"Who goes there?" he bellows in the language of the forest.

No answer.

"Who goes there?" he tries again in the language of the Fae.

No answer.

Finally, I am able to manage, "Victor, t-turn around."

A black knight, clad in full armor stretches a sword forward with one arm and holds a torch high with the other, jumping down heavily from his horse.

"You," Victor's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Are you who I think you to be?"

The knight does not respond in words, merely sheathing his sword and lifting his helmet.

"Do you recognize my face?" he challenges, his voice rumbling deep and low into the clearing.

"I do," I offer up, upon Victor's loss for words. "You're Otabek Altin. The Hero of Kazakhsultanate."