Title is pretty self explanatory ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ → Btw the one shots will include smut and fluff and some angst. mature audiences (These are not mine unless stated, creds are given to the original authors.) ALSO: since this will include smut, please don't read if you're under the age of 14.

"He's mine. He's mine, and everything about him completes me." - His green eyes. Those of a soldier's. His platinum hair. Those of an angel's. His seductive gaze. Those of a sex god's. Now let me ask you a question. Can you hear my heartbeat?

~Hit 100 reads on Easter 2k17~ Hit 200 reads 4/27/17~ 300 reads 4/30/17~ no clue when 400 reads was reached~500 reads 5/16/17~ None of the art is mine :))) This oneshots is probably done, I haven't watched yuri on ice in over a year, so i have no inspiration... Thanks for the Support

Yuri Plisetsky is currently in a relationship with the hero of Kazakhstan, Otabek Altin. Plus this angsty unpresented Russian tiger has to deal with his boyfriends traditional and creepy ass family who thinks that dynamics define what kind of lifestyle each person should have, not to mention Mr. and Mrs. Altin are somehow convinced that Yuri will present as an omega and give their son a family, which neither of the two want. WARNING: this is a pretty dark fanfic it involves gore and sexual assault I was kind of inspired by Heathers, End of The F***ing World, and thrillers like that for this fanfic I DO NOT OWN THE COVER PHOTO OR YURI ON ICE

Just a bunch of Otayuri Oneshots really... Fluff, smut, whatever you want. Just request and I shall provide. *REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

Otabek Altin is Santa Bella High's playboy who bewitches every girl in school. Yuri Plisetsky is a tempered kid who just works backstage on plays. Everything changes when the school's Fall Musical is Aladdin and Otabek is cast as Aladdin. The female lead, Jasmine, who is played by Ivy is injured , who will step in and save the show???

Otayuri one shots.

I'm sorry if my writing isn't that well I'm gonna try to upload recently ;3;

'When you paint, the color isn't from the palette. You imprint your soul onto the page, and that's something to admire.'