kazul9: All That We Hold of Heaven: I/II My @viktuuriangstbang fic is now live!!! Not the most highk
kazul9: All That We Hold of Heaven: I/II My @viktuuriangstbang fic is now live!!! Not the most highkey angst, but I hope you guys are in the mood for touch-starved, emotional angels. Art by the amazing @pawkaray will be coming in the next (and final) part, but for now… Fandom: Yuri!!! on IceRating: TDescription: Falling—the act of it, the emotion of it—means a lot of different things to different people. For Yuuri, it means everything. Excerpt: Yuuri’s onyx-black feathers shimmer in the moonlight like jewels, shifting and changing with an opalescent rainbow across the dark. Anyone who’s caught sight of him in his natural form says that he’s gorgeous, a sight that even mortals, in their finite memory and lives, could never forget. Yuuri wishes he could rip them out. Pluck the darkness from his wings one by one, then tear the feathers interwoven into his hair, and the delicate down that runs down along his arms and backside. Bare himself, bleeding and raw but clean. But they would only grow back. His shame mars him, crawls through him in itching guilt that pokes through his skin to show everyone that there is no place for him. There is a Heaven for the angels that haven’t destroyed themselves and all they’ve loved like Yuuri has. But Hell is a lie. There is no home for him on any plane of existence. There is no family, there are no friends. It’s been centuries since anyone’s tried to find him, and that’s fine by Yuuri. (Except… when it isn’t. Which is always. It eats through his hollow bones, a constant chant of alone and forgotten.) The night is icy. It’s not typical of this area at this time of year, but Yuuri doesn’t flee indoors like he would have if his feathers were white. It isn’t that he doesn’t feel the cold, he just puts up with it. He’d like to pretend that it’s because it’s another part of his punishment, but the truth is, the real punishment would be going inside. And he can’t. He won’t. There’s no one out here to judge his choices except Yuuri himself, and he’s suffered for years. So many years that he doesn’t even know how long it’s been anymore. It’s… exhausting, but he deserves it. He knows he does. Even if sometimes he doesn’t entirely understand it. So Yuuri doesn’t move. He hasn’t moved in days. He would have gathered dust, if it weren’t for the wind and snow collecting around him. He used to worry about perceptive passersby seeing him, noticing his wings and knowing exactly what he is, but most aren’t going to notice a thing on the rooftop of the onsen. At most they’ll think they see a crow out of the corner of their eye. And it’s best that a bird is all they see. It’s been a long time since a mortal could perceive him without him trying to be seen, but last time it lead to him fleeing and abandoning his post until the lifetime of that human ended. He shouldn’t even talk to them if they notice. (Even if he wants them to know him. He wants to scream and shout and be a part of something, anything. But he traded that away a long time ago.) Keep Reading on AO3! Read the Final Part on Patreon! -- source link