I will always and forever ask about Beyfae! 1, 2, or 3, authors choice!
You spoil me with author’s choice 😭 I’ll share a [particularly angsty] blurb from BeyFae 2 that I really like. So context: something just happened right before this scene that’s gotten everyone down and depressed (the scene is vague about what that was so I decided it would be okay to post it without revealing too much, although you could take some guesses) and now it’s time for some tough conversations between Yuriy and (your fave) Ivan. It’s been about six years since the end of BeyFae I.
(I guess spoiler alert Sergey and Boris DO actually get together between BeyFae I and II, but that was probably not too difficult to predict from how much I ship them ahaha)
Hope you like it and thank you for the ask! <3
Ivan sat on the edge of the skywalk, leaning on the pillar opposite Yuriy’s spot. He knew to give Sergey space but he also hated the idea of being by himself right now. His chest now hurt even more than during the whole debacle with Balkov. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t have the words to console his friend - maybe because he didn’t have words to console himself either. But even if they had to sit in silence, he was glad that he didn’t have to go through this alone.
“Did you know?” Yuriy suddenly asked.
“Huh?” Ivan looked over, puzzled by Yuriy’s inquiry. “Know what?”
“Did you know that Sergey and Boris were together?”
Fuck fuck fuck. This was not a line of questioning that Ivan was prepared to handle in any way, shape, or form at this time. But handle it he had to. He just hoped that in the seconds that it took him to come up with a response, his expression feigned bewilderment rather than guilt.
“What?? Boris and Sergey? Together?” Ivan exclaimed. “As in, together, like, in a relationship? A “couple” type of relationship? A—”
“Vanya,” Yuriy cut him off calmly.
Ivan bit the inside of his lip.
Yuriy smiled wryly. “You are really terrible at lying, you know that?”
Ivan exhaled in defeat, looking at his friend. “Yura, I am not terrible at lying. It’s just that you were the only one who could consistently see through my bullshit.”
Yuriy smiled, but quickly his expression fell again, a far-off look in his eyes.
“Vanya, how long had it been?”
Ivan braced himself. “Almost five years?”
Yuriy’s head whipped around so quickly Ivan was sure the man had pulled a muscle.
“Five years?” He shouted. “No one bothered to tell me for five fucking years?”
“Hey, you don’t have to yell at me!” Ivan could perfectly understand why Yuriy would be upset - heck, he had been a bit peeved that it had taken Boris and Sergey a full year to come clean to him, and even then he had technically found out the truth by chance. But Ivan wasn’t about to let himself be a punching bag at a time like this. “It wasn’t exactly my place to tell you about it.”
Yuriy bristled, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders. Ivan watched the other man for a bit, his breath pluming out more visibly than before. As much as he was planning to stand up for himself, Ivan realized that he wasn’t being fair to Yuriy either. Both of them were hurting, but finding out that two of your best friends had kept a secret like this from you all this time had to sting especially hard right now.
“Yura, listen,” Ivan started, resolving to just do his best. “It’s not like the guys didn’t want to tell you. They really did. But there just wasn’t a right time for it.”
“What kind of right time were they waiting for, exactly?” Yuriy’s tone was full of venom.
“You know, it’s not like you were really around for the past six years. And I mean physically and mentally.” Ivan held Yuriy’s gaze when the other man turned to look at him, a messy mix of affront and realization reflected in his eyes. “Man, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been a wreck since… you know. We’ve been trying to reach out to you, but you just kept pulling back. Remember when you went rogue and went around the world destroying everyone’s beyblades years ago? Well, this was like that time, except now, we couldn’t actually ever get close enough to you. Boris—” his voice cracked. “Boris almost took off at least twice to go looking for you,” Ivan chuckled at the messy memory. “But we managed to talk him out of it.”
“You weren’t planning to come after me?” Yuriy asked bitterly.
“You needed space, Yura,” Ivan explained. And it was true. How long they had talked about it - hundreds of hours? - only Learned Cat knew, but they had decided that while not their favorite option it was probably the best course of action. “Space and time. Whether you noticed it or not, we did keep an eye on you. We were ready to come help you if you needed us. But we realized that when you went away time and time again, we just had to let you grieve.”
The oscillation of emotions Ivan was witnessing in his friend even while the latter wasn’t saying anything was astounding. Ivan felt terrible about— well, frankly everything, but this just gave an extra twist to the dagger that had already seemed to have been thrust into his chest. The same seemed to be true for their captain.
“I think they felt really self-conscious, Yura. They were so happy, they just felt like if they told you, they’d be rubbing it in your face. And they didn’t feel right doing it so soon after—” Ivan trailed off.
Yuriy ran a hand through his hair, no longer able to project anger. Now he simply looked betrayed. “I— I can’t believe they wouldn’t want to tell me,” he looked up at Ivan, almost pleading. “Did they really not trust me to be happy for them?”
Ivan had nothing to offer back. “I’m sorry, Yura. I wish… I wish things were different right now.”
And so the two sat in silence, no words in existence capable of filling either the empty air between them or the deep voids in their hearts.
