Every Action An Act of Creation

Happy New Years guys~

Since the beautiful @artsiel gifts me with my adorable Otayuri art based on my writing - I decided to gift them with a New Year’s drabble based on their art 

“How come you just like, wake up and your hair looks good?”

“Half of it is shaved, Yura.”

“Yeah but like, the top bit! I have to spend forever to get my hair to do what I want, you just roll out of bed, shake your head and you’re done.”

“I actually have to run my fingers through it a little.”

Yuri gave his boyfriend a look as if to say ‘dude, I am so done with your shit.’ Otabek laughed, he could never keep a straight face when Yuri was pouting and glaring at him like that.

“Yuuuura, I’m sorry, do you want some help?”

Yuri glared at him for a second more before turning so Otabek could braid his hair, five younger sisters had done wonders for Otabek’s hair-abilities and within two minutes he was pulling a bun through the back of Yuri’s head with two thick braids that made Yuri feel like he was wearing a crown.

“Thanks, dork.” Yuri said when he turned around, sticking out his tongue

Otabek tackled him, picking him off the ground and spinning around while Yuri cackled.

“Put me down! You’ll wrinkle both out clothes!”

Otabek plopped Yuri on the floor and crinkled his eyebrows together, “Since when did you care so much about your clothes?”

“I didn’t!” Yuri yelled, spinning around and running for the front door, cackling at Otabek’s delayed Hey!

After some more teasing and Yuri attempting to mess with Otabek’s hair only to have it still sit perfectly in a kind of swirl on the top of his head, they made it to Mila’s New Year’s Eve party.

“Mila just throw up on the neighbour’s lawn.” Yuri stated, taking a seat on the grass next to Otabek and handing him the drink he had gone to fetch over fifteen minutes ago.

“Do we need to go help her?” Otabek was somewhatly concerned but he was also content just sitting with Yuri away from majority of the extremely drunk party-goers.

“Nah, Sara’s got her. I hate to admit that she is actually good for her. They make a nice couple.”

“Can’t argue with you there.”

It was a few minutes to midnight and the music was turned up as people started to find their friends, lovers, the person they wanted to be closest to for the start of a new year.

“Dance with me till midnight?” Otabek turned and looked at Yuri, holding out his hand with a small smile, Otabek was a man of few words so this was an epic volume of romance for him.

Yuri nodded as he was swept up against Otabek’s chest, Yuri swung his arms around Otabek’s neck as he began to sway out of time to the rhythm of the beat.

Otabek lent his forehead against Yuri’s as the party started to count down to midnight, he whispered the numbers as he inched closer to Yuri’s lips.

While everyone else was screaming happy new year, Otabek’s hand was against Yuri’s cheek as their lips crushed together with a smile on both their lips.

“Happy New Year, Yura.”

“Happy New Year, Beka.”

Title: The Lost Prince Author: artsiel Artist: kamicom Rating: Teen Length: 25,291 Pairings: Dean/Cas, Chuck/Naomi (Mentioned) Warnings: Minor Language, Minor Violence

Summary: For nineteen years, Castiel has stared out of the same tower window, looked out on the same blades of grass and trees, and yearned to understand why the light in the spiraling tower in the distance shone day in and day out. Finally, on the cusp of his twentieth birthday, he’s given the chance to explore the world outside his walls.

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