Yuri Fanarts Novels & Stories

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." 💜

Yuri subconsciously just nodded. Then again, Yuri is about to take off," Hold on, Yuri. Can I ask you a favor?!" Hesitantly she spoke up. "Anything in my power, Ms. Agatha.." Happily, Yuri answered back. "Can you ask Lexie to sign this but try not to let her see whos in the photo? Could you do that?!" Yuri reached for what Agatha was giving her with wonder in her eyes and the back of her mind. "Oh! Your girlfriend?!" Yuri spits out, staring at the photo. "Yeah, she's an ultimate fan of Lexie, so she asked me for her autograph."

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

Again he was silent for some time, except for the sound of him taking in heavy breaths of air possibly contemplating his next line of action. His presence was beginning to irk me but I chose to allow him and let him take his time with his exit. He stood there unmoving for a while until finally, he starts to speak. “well if you are so keen on wooing this human girl of yours, then I suppose it will make sense if you wrote her a letter. A love letter or something of that sort. I have been told that humans tend to love grand gestures of affection, so you have to be ready to make her world spin” Yuri finally adds at the last moment in a desperate attempt to put me in a better mood.

Yuri looked at Leah and ran up to her with a wide smile on her face. "Leah Onee-chan." Yuri jumped on Leah. Yuri was half-Japanese because her father was Japanese. Due to her habit and love towards her father's language, Yuri calls Leah Onee-chan...it is used to refer to as a big sister in Japan. Leah finds it very cute when Yuri calls her Onee-chan. "Yuri, where is your mom?" Leah asked while breaking the hug. She cupped the little one's fluffy cheeks. Yuri was half-Japanese but she didn't look Asian at all. In fact, she looked more like Leah.

"If it isn't Willow Creek's resident mute mascot huddled away from the normal folk like a frightened little dormouse." Lila's throat tightened as Yuria pushed herself upright with sinuous, feline grace. She moved closer with a predatory step, making the smaller girl want to shrink against the wall and escape into its porous embrace. "I've gotta hand it to the attic-dwellers in charge for actually accommodating your...affliction," Yuria scoffed, sweeping one dismissive hand towards the studio's disorganized array of art tools and canvases. "I guess forced compassion is the only way freaks like you get to experience an iota of what the rest of us are gifted with from birth."

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

"And is Yuri a vampire as well?" Colin stepped toward her, moving his hands to her chin, and looked in her eyes. "There are Weres and yes some are wolves, some are big cats, bears, and even a dragon still exists. There are Druids and fae as well. And Yuri is my child. I created him 2729 years ago. He has been leapfrogging through time with me." Aria nodded. "Okay, I cannot wait to explore the real world with you. As I told you earlier, there is nothing you can not tell me. I love everything about you. Even your child, though, is still on my naughty list."

One last growl and violent shake, Yuri spilled right inside the girl. I maintained the same vague expression. “Good girl,” he groaned, then chuckled, dragging a hand across his mouth before wiping it against the side of his pants. His fingers knotted briefly in her hair before he shoved her aside like a fucking rag doll. She didn’t stay there long either, resetting, like nothing had happened. “Right,” Yuri breathed, pulling up his pants. “I see you haven’t found a way to entertain yourself yet, Dominic.” His eyes settled on the felt. A smile pulled at his mouth when he realized the odds were against me.

“We are a few of those chosen players! We must win and take everyone back!” “I didn’t know watching too much movies is dangerous to your brain,” Geodie kidded, setting some distance between her and Yuri just in case a physical response would happen. I fully understood her, though. Yuri always exchanged everything with physical contacts, that’s why you better prepare yourself or else suffer from her wrath. When you made her laugh, she’d slap you hard. When you made her angry, she’d pin you with her whetted fingernails. When you annoyed her, she’d pinch your ears. Yes, ears; left, and right—she’d pinch them both at the same time. The pain she could cause may not be as intense as what Geodie co