Oturi Stories

A lone figure ran along the sidewalk. Otabek would have mistaken him for a motivated jogger, if not for the sinewy, fluid movements and familiar figure. He jerked his bike over, skidding to a halt in front of the runner. Otabek's heart was pounding a sickening, dizzying rhythm, but he schooled his face into stoicism as he pulled his helmet off to get a better look. "Yuri Plisetsky died two years ago," he growled. "What the hell are you?" This story is complete and will update every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday. Content warnings: This story contains disturbing themes, semi-graphic depictions of violence and injury, discussion of mental illness, and a whole lot of angst.

Mi aporte a este hermoso fandom ♡ Semana del 20 de febrero al 26 Día 1 ~ Primera vez Día 2 ~ Redes Sociales Día 3 ~ Memorias Día 4 ~ Larga Distancia Día 5 ~ Miedos Día 6 ~ Patinaje en parejas Día 7 ~ Fantasía [Extra ~ Pair Skate]

Otabek did ballet when he was a child, but then when his dad gained custody of him, he was forced to quit. Five years later Otabek decides to secretly go to class without his dad knowing. What he wasn't expecting was the beautiful Yuri Plisetsky being there...