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I was over the moon when @findyouranchorpoint commissioned me to draw more for her amazing fanfic I Put a Spell on You (Because You’re Mine) after the first pages I did a while ago *__* 

I feel so grateful! <3 ! love this story (you should go and read it now, if you haven’t already!) and I love these two dorks <3

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Otayuri Week Day 5: Fears or Encouragement

Title: Fears or Encouragement

A/N: For some reason I found this really hard to write, hence why it's late. So that might probably explain why it's so shitty;;; Also: uninspired title is uninspired. Sorry huhuhu... This is a continuation/related to my other fic "The Favorite" which was also part of Otayuri Week - my entry for the third day, to be exact. Posted on AO3 too.

“I can’t do this Beka,” Yuri unceremoniously exclaimed, staring at himself in the huge wall mirror draped in the finest clothes the Kingdom of Fairies can produce, face for once painted and different flowers twisted on luscious locks, hands wringing at each other and beautiful emerald eyes showing just a hint of fear.

Otabek honestly has never seen a more beautiful sight. If only the other would stop fidgeting in something the blond would never classify as fear and nervousness and, instead, would smile warmly and gleefully – or something else appropriate for this momentous occasion.

After all, today was supposed to be a day of endless joy and celebration – the day when the Fairy Kingdom’s beloved heir would finally ascend the throne, following his mother’s retirement.

“Nonsense,” he dismissed the other’s earlier notion, standing up from where he was seated behind the fairy prince, coming up behind him to rest his hands on the other’s tense shoulders as comfort. “You’re Prince Yuri Plisetsky of the fairies. There’s practically nothing you could do.” Otabek stared directly at the mirror, on the green eyes he loved reflected on it.

Yuri turned around to face him. “You don’t understand,” The other hissed, going back to his default perpetually angry state, which was something he always did when he’s feeling things he can’t comprehend in high intensities. Otabek honestly expected this, and just let the blond rant it all out of his system.

“I don’t think I’m ready to be a King, Beka – this is all too sudden! There’s still a lot of things I don’t know, a lot of things I’ve still yet to discover, a lot of things I’ve still yet to accept. How can someone as indecisive and unprepared as me be fit to rule a goddamned fucking kingdom?” by this point the fairy was already grasping tight at the front of the witch’s shirt, crumpling the silk shirt the royal family’s seamstress had painstakingly prepared for Otabek’s use today, green eyes unknowingly glowing in something even Otabek couldn’t understand.

Knowing just how much he’ll be scolded by that darling old woman (though fondly, since the seamstress was one of the fairies who liked Otabek more than normal,) the witch paid it no mind and continued to let Yuri grasp at him like a life line.

Which, knowing just how much turmoil was currently brewing on the blond’s mind, might actually be not far from the truth for once.

Figuring he had already let Yuri stew on his own negative feelings for long, he carefully pried the hands away from his shirt, holding them in one hand while the other rested on the prince’s cheek, softly caressing the cheekbone, watching in fascination the way the flowers on Yuri’s hair seemed to return to its natural bloom – this time even glowing (because of course the flowers were attuned to the wearer’s emotions.)

He smiled placidly at the prince who was still staring at him in desperation, although this time in lesser intensity.

“It seemed like it’s you who doesn’t understand, Yura.” He squeezed the fairy’s hands when the blond acted as if to disagree, “No, let me finish.” Those pink lips immediately flattened into displeasure, pulling a chuckle out of Otabek’s chest. “Did you honestly think the queen would leave her beloved kingdom in the hands of someone she doesn’t think is capable? Most especially since she is still capable herself in running it? Of course not. Now try to think: why could she possibly be doing this?”

“Beka no,” Yuri groaned, pleading at him. “Don’t do this.”

“Come on, humor me,” He goaded,

“Don’t I always?” the blond murmured, sighing in exasperation, trying to hide a smile. Otabek could feel himself becoming a little heady, very much glad he was able to slowly penetrate the man in front of him.

“Please? Yuratchka?” he pleaded, noting the small shiver that passed through Yuri in triumph, knowing very well now he was winning.

Not that this was a contest in the first place.

In response, Yuri dropped his head on Otabek’s chest, arms encircling his waist, hugging him. The witch let the fairy be, knowing well Yuri was now thinking hard on his earlier question. Moments later, when the other’s hold on him had tightened, Otabek knew Yuri had found the answer.

“So?” He pinched the other’s side, making the prince in his arms jump lightly in surprise and bite his shoulder in retribution. Otabek paid it no mind. “I think you’ve already had plenty of time to think about it.”

Yuri pulled his face away from his chest to glare at him, hissing. That was all he needed to know.

“Well?” he prodded again. This time, the fairy dropped his glare to gaze at something on the witch’s back. Otabek only continued to patiently stare at the other.

At last, “Because I was getting dependent. About mother being always there, helping me through everything until it seemed like it was her again running the kingdom. And that if things continued this way for longer, it’ll be even harder for me when something would finally happened to her and I’ll be given no choice but to ascend the throne with my half-assed sense of responsibility.” Yuri sighed.

Otabek gave the blond a smile at that. “See? So you do get it.”

The blond returned his gaze back to his and pouted. “Why couldn’t she had just told me that? Instead of deciding on retiring and handing the throne to me out of the blue?”

The witch gave the fairy a patient look. “Didn’t you think she had tried that for countless of times already?”

If possible, the other’s pout deepened.

Otabek chuckled and pulled completely away from the other’s hold, trying to fix their appearance into something more presentable (well, his shirt that is. Yuri looked as perfect as he always did so he didn’t need any fixing.)

“Now come on, your highness.” The witch said, merely smiling when the prince glared at his use of his title. Yuri never did like it when Otabek used his titles on him. “Go out there and show the rest of the fairy folk how much of a capable King you’ll be and accept your mother’s crown and blessing with good grace.”

“No need to tell me that twice,” the prince murmured and without another word, they both stepped out of Yuri’s room to trudge towards the castle’s throne room, where the coronation was to happen.

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After finishing a personal project that will be published sometimes this year, I was struggling to get myself into drawing comics again...

Then I remembered this fanfic I fell in love with: I Put a Spell on You (Because You’re Mine) by @findyouranchorpoint

It has all the things I love: JJBek, witches, shifters and...well, I must admit I’m weak for shifters. Druid is my favourite D&D class, I always love to play characters that shifts into animals, and that explanation JJ gives about what it means to be a shifter is so perfect. It stuck with me. And the whole scene was really cool, so I felt the need to draw it!...I hope Kiri will forgive me if this is a bit of a spoiler from the fanfic but..I really needed to draw this and it helped me overcome my block so...thank you for writing this story, I can’t wait to read more! <3

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Otayuri Week Day 3: Childhood

Title: The Favorite

A/N: Omg this turned out more like something for 'First Times' instead of 'Childhood' huhuhu....

Posted on AO3 too.

The first time Otabek met Yuri was at the night of his tenth birthday.

He was holed up on his room, attention solely at the scene unfolding outside his windows where various people were walking along the streets dressed in all kinds of bizarre costumes, patiently waiting for his mother and aunts to finish their rituals so that they can finally celebrate both the start of Samhain and his birthday – a party his uncles were busy preparing for downstairs (he had once extended his help earlier, but was turned down when his mother’s oldest brother joyfully informed him that, as the birthday boy, he should fully take advantage of this wondrous occasion to do absolutely nothing – a notion that completely baffles him because how does the day of your birth relates to doing nothing?)

Hence why he was here on his room, eyes shining in fascination at the embarrassment (his mother’s words) humans had turned Samhain into, finding nothing really disgraceful about it.

He was particularly enraptured when he saw his most favorite dinosaur, the wonderfully purple Barney, running down the streets being chased by McDonalds that he hadn’t noticed he was no longer alone in his room.

“Happy Birthday, my dear Beka.” The Queen of the fairies sweetly greeted, suddenly popping at the center of his room, spraying twinkling glitters of light all around – something that never fails to wonder the young witch.

Otabek flusteredly leaned away from the window to give the monarch a gracious bow. “Thank you for the greetings, your highness.” He replied, giving the floating fairy a delighted smile, receiving a giggle in return as the most powerful woman in the fairy kingdom flew towards his cupped hand.

For reasons that completely baffle the whole witch community (for the fairies never bothered to give them an explanation, as Otabek was the only witch they talked to – the two races never really talked to each other much out of trading insults, curses, and spells,) despite being one of their natural enemy, Otabek was loved by the fairy folk. Much to annoyance of his mother (and his father too, back when he was still alive,) there wasn’t really a day that passed by that their house wasn’t invaded by at least one of those twinkling winged creatures, bearing gifts for the house’s only child (it wouldn’t be until years later, when his mother finally decided to remarry, that he’ll be gifted with three annoying but very lovable sisters who, as expected, the fairies hated too.)

Otabek never had any problems with it though, and honestly couldn’t understand how the two races never got along. Contrary to the other witches’ various tales of the fairies, he found out that the stories weren’t really necessarily true – most of it being the victims of misinterpretations and misunderstandings – same with the fairies’ opinion of the witches. He stopped insisting otherwise though, as none really listened to him, too busy nurturing their hatred for each other to listen to reason.

Oh well, as long as they continue to treat him with kindness he has no other qualms.

“So, is that him? The witch the whole kingdom is so enamored with? I don’t see anything special about him.” Much to Otabek’s surprise, behind the Queen emerged a small flickering ball of light, darting all around him before going back to the Queen’s side.

The young witch couldn’t help the small wince that flitted on his face when the queen unceremoniously grabbed the ball of light, mercilessly shaking the child that it transformed to hard.

“Apologize now, brat!” the fairy monarch hissed, her always beautifully serene face distorting into something dangerously predatory, a perfect visual to her subject’s description of her angered face that one time Otabek asked because he couldn’t imagine the jolly queen ever getting angry. And even then he still doubted it, despite the detailed description.

Not anymore.

“Never!” the child cried after breaking out of the queen’s hold, flying far from her, giving Otabek a glare so lethal he would have been long dead if he was a normal human. But, as it was, he was a witch (and, not to mention, also blessed by the fairies,) so he merely felt a cold shiver down his spine, one that didn’t escape the notice of the queen.

“Yuri, get back here!” She shouted, merely receiving a tongue out as reply before the child disappeared with a puff.

The queen only sighed in exasperation and had two fingers massaging her temples.

Otabek, on the other hand, remained staring in wonder at the place the little fairy once floated at, finding himself fascinated at the very first fairy that hated him.

A first, indeed.

“I’m sorry about my son, Beka,” The fairy queen apologized, flying up to his face to gently pat his nose.

Otabek merely smiled at her. “No harm done, your highness. Don’t worry about it.”

“But still…” she sighed, cupping a hand to her cheek and frowning.

He decided it was a good time to change the subject and gently tugged at her puffy skirt saying, “On a different note, where’s my gift?”

And he let himself be dragged by the queen to a corner on his room where various gifts of varying sizes were piled, apparently coming from the other fairies. The rest of the night was spent with him opening the gifts with the queen beside him, gleefully studying his reactions to each one so that she can relay it to the senders. They only stopped when, hours later, the female witches had finally returned and Otabek’s mother had barreled into his room, having been notified by the males downstairs of the presence of a fairy hovering over her son, scowling on the hissing queen.

The next morning the queen had returned (much to, again, the annoyance of her mother,) towing her sulking son with her who had gritted out a reluctant apology under her deadly scowl.

That was when Otabek was formally introduced to Prince Yuri Plisetsky of the fairies. The creature who, years and years later, would surprisingly become the most important to his life (and vice versa.)