失敗は成功のもと

Title: Kairos Author(s): Jun Kisho  Artist(s): Rei and Lydia Rating: Mature Length: 18,023 Pairings: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov  Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence Additional Tags: Realistic Pokemon Go, Future Post-Apocalyptic Pokemon Survival AU  

225 years ago, the world went to ruins after the AI malfunctioned, sending the human race close to extinction when the real life Pokemon gained sentience and turned against their creators.

225 years later, Katsuki Yuuri roamed the barren lands - alone, after his clansmen were ambushed by a nest of cunning Arboks. They were the last living human group, and he became the last living human. Aimlessly walking around, guided by the inbuilt map in his Pokemon Go. One day, on his screen, a bright purple icon appeared in the distance.

Someone had set up a Pokemon Lure.

Link to fic:Kairos

Link to art:

Moment of Contemplation by Rei

Amnesia au. Wait, I know, we’ve all ready a fic or two when Yuuri loses his memories, but I can’t recall any fics of Victor losing his (correct me if I’m wrong)

Victor getting a head injury during his world FS, fighting for first against Yuuri and Yurio.

Just screwing up the landing of a jump and hitting the ground hard, his head bouncing and Yuuri just being horrified at what he saw.

Victor just wakes up and can’t remember anything since before cutting his hair. Years of his memory just gone.

Firstly, freaking out about his hair (and asking every single person if they think short hair makes him look bald)

Secondly, Yuuri getting his heart broken because Victor doesn’t remember him.

Yuuri ‘thinking’ he can deal with this ‘new’ Victor. A ‘new’ Victor that didn’t even acknowledge him the first time they meet since the incident.

‘New’ Victor admitting that Yuuri was a bit on the plain side and didn’t really get what his ‘old’ self had found so attractive about him - you got to remember this is 21/22 year old Victor in a 28 year old body. A Victor that never got bored of skating, who probably hadn’t had his first bout of depression yet.

Yuuri slowly withdrawing. Spending less time with Victor, and than stops going on Mondays, which envolves into Thursday’s which slowly involves into every day of the week.

Yuuri slowly packing up more and more of his things as Victor doesn’t get better, doesn’t start to remember things.

And by the time someone notices how distant Yuuri has gotten, it’s too late. His sent his things home and bought a one way ticket.

He goes to say goodbye one more time before he leaves. He tries to convince himself its to help him let go, but it’s not. He is giving Victor one more chance to remember.

Victor doesn’t remember, but ‘new’ Victor does comment of the beauty of Yuuri’s skating, because Yurio has been clutching at straws.

Yurio who noticed Yuuri’s withdrawl, who has been Yuuri’s only support in Russia with his fiancé in hospital. Yurio, who just wants the ‘old’ Victor back and is getting more and more scared that they will never him back with each passing day. Yurio, who shoved video after video after photo in ‘new’ Victor’s face in hopes of bringing back a memory.

But alas, Yuuri flies home, at least knowing that all Victor’s love his skating, even if all of the can’t love him…

Back to this au which is making people yell at me!

Yuuri returns home and spends the first week curled up in bed. He uses the excuse ‘jet lag’ but honestly, he is just trying to come to terms that he had lost his fiancé.

He spends most of his time during that first week staring at his ring, a ring that he refuses to take off because it means too much to him. It reminds him of all the good times he had with Victor.

Mari is the one that get sick of him mopping first and all but charges into his room on day eight and throws him out of bed, and Yuuri just starts working again, not even voicing a word of complaint.

Yurio - back in Russia - doesn’t want to admit he is a mess, but he is.

Yurio just doesn’t like this ‘new’ Victor, who is so much more arrogant then ‘old’ Victor. There is also the fact that ‘new’ Victor refuses to help him with his SP, something ‘old’ Victor promised to do.

After Yuuri leaves Russia, Victor finally gets to go home. And he’s happy, because at least he still has Makkachin. But even without all his memories about his so called apartment, he can tell something is missing. But no matter how many times he goes through all the rooms, he has everything. Everything but photos on the wall, which annoys him, why would he keep walls empty and not fill them with photos of Makkachin.

Yuuko is the first one to ask Yuuri what he plans to do with the upcoming season and Yuuri just freezes. He hadn’t put a single thought into the upcoming season. He didn’t have a couch, or even any routines.

He mumbles something about maybe it was time to finally retire, only to be hit over the head by Yuuko. He than gets a longwinded speech about how he had finally made it to the top of the figure skating world and he was giving it up?

Yuuko declares that she’ll be Victor’s ‘replacement’ until the Russian can pull himself together again, something which is said with care but Yuuri doesn’t want to disappoint anyone but telling them the truth, that Victor won’t be coming back.

Barely a week later, Yuuko is pushing him onto a train with a bag full of enough clothes to last him a week and he finds himself at an ice rink where Minami trains less than an hour later - poor boy nearly has a heart attack when Yuuri walks in. Yuuko explains that Odagaki (Minami’s coach) will be helping him with creating his routines for the season. Yuuko makes sure to point out that she is only ‘helping’ and that she wants him to create it. To really pour his heart and soul into the routine.

Yuuko goes home that night. Yuuri doesn’t return for another two weeks.

Despite doctor’s protests, Victor declares he’ll be competing in the upcoming season. He gets rather annoyed about all the questions about firstly, his age, and secondly, his fiancé - the rather bland Asian boy that seemed to have left Russia. If they were actually engaged, why would the boy leave?

Yurio is still trying to jog Victor’s memory because he hates that Yuuri isn’t hear. Hates not having his weekly cheat day of Katsudon. Hates not having someone sane to talk to when the rest of the rink is trying him mental. Hates having no one to dance at Lilia’s studio with.

He’s been so close to booking a ticket to Japan to demand Yuuri come back, only to remember at the last minute that Yuuri has no reason to come back. ‘New’ Victor doesn’t want Yuuri. ‘New’ Victor find’s Yuuri boring.

And Yurio hates him for that. Yuuri is not boring, Yuuri is an angel who Victor never deserved but got anyway.

The GP assignments are announced and Yurio can’t believe his eyes the first time he reads it. Yuuri is on the list, Yuuri is actually skating without Victor. Yuuri is skating against Victor.

Yuuri, on the other hand, is horrified because for his second qualifier he is up against Victor with no support. No Yurio, no Phichit - just Victor himself and four other skaters that he wasn’t exactly on best-friend basis with.

Yuuri wins gold at his first qualifier, barely beating JJ and Otabek.

His theme for the season is ‘Mercy’. His SP screams pain, it’s fast and breathtaking and the whole routine screams for forgiveness. His FS is opposite, it’s slow and beautiful and gives off more of a ‘forgiving’ vibe then asking for ‘forgiveness’.

Yuuko is beside him everywhere. Despite being her first actual coaching roll, she is doing great, mainly because she knows Yuuri and knows exactly want he needs/wants to hear. A number of the other coaches have popped over and shared tips and tricks with Yuuko, because everyone seems invested in helping Yuuri after everything that happened with Victor.

Despite winning gold, Yuuri doesn’t feel happy. He honestly doesn’t feel anything about the medal. There use to be an excitement about winning gold, but maybe it was less winning and more showing Victor what all their hard work had done.

‘New’ Victor hates Yuuri’s routines. He lists all the things wrong with it, even going into detail about how wasted Yuuri’s talent is with those routines. Yurio gets sick of the words spilling from ‘new’ Victor’s mouth rather quickly (something that keeps happening and making it harder and harder to actually spend time with Victor) and just snaps if he actually think Yuuri’s talent is wasted, he should have made up his routine like he was meant too.

‘New’ Victor goes quiet at Yuri’s comment before asking what he means.

Yurio can’t believed that NO ONE had explained to Victor that he had previously been Yuuri’s coach and had been the one creating routines for him during the last two seasons. ‘New’ Victor seems surprised by the information before asking question after question, all revolving around whether he was a good coach or not.

‘He broke your FS record. He won worlds for you, of course you were a good coach,’ Yurio huffed, ending the conversation as he left the room.

Before they know it, they are facing each other for the second time as competitors that weren’t together.

Yuuri has been a sack of anxiety since they left home. He keeps mumbling that he can’t do this to Yuuko, who only seems to coo at him and ensured him that he can.

But he can’t, he can’t go out on the ice and skate. Not with Victor right there. Victor, who doesn’t remember him. Victor, who finds him plain and boring. Victor, who doesn’t love him anymore.

He wants to scream ‘mercy’. He wants the pain to stop. He wants to wave a white flag and just go home to bed, where he can rot away knowing that he would never find love again.

But he stands up and gets on the ice, and skates in SP. He tries his best not to tremble in the kiss and cry as Yuuko forces a drink bottle in his hand and tells him that he did amazing.

He doesn’t remember anything about his SP. Can’t tell you if he fibbed any jumps or missed a step, but that doesn’t seem to matter because his score tells him everything. Just shy of 110, he gets placed in first with only two more skaters to go, one of them being Victor himself.

He wants to just go back to his hotel, but with a guarantee of ranking in the top three for the SP, he has to sit around and wait for the media conference after.

Before he knew it, he was being dragged to the media conference. Being congratulated on ranking first.

Everything else is a blur after that until he is standing beside the rink the next day, about to warm up for his FS.

‘Good luck today,’ ‘New’ Victor wishes him before passing him to get on the ice. And he feels himself falling apart at those three simple words. He doesn’t want luck. He wants the ‘old’ Victor back, the one that loves him and cared for him and always met him where he was.

Despite his inner turmoil, he mangers to keep first. Staying five points higher than Victor simply because of his SP.

It’s another gold that he feels nothing for and a ticket to the GPF that he doesn’t want.

He had hoped that maybe skating in front of Victor, would bring back some form of memory, but like all his other attempts, nothing happened.

He had wanted to go home, but having won, he was expected to skater his EX the next day.

He never got around to changing his EX skate, and found himself dressed up in his lovely blue version of Victor’s Stammi vicino.

Victor is stepping off the ice after his own EX, only to pause and stare at him.

‘What are you wearing?’ Victor asks him rather breathless.

It’s a random question that leaves him confused as he steps out onto the ice for his on EX skate.

He skates Stammi vicino, the Aria version not the Duet because he no longer has a partner to skate it with.

He steps off the ice, a bundle of blue roses that had been thrown onto the ice for him clutched in his hand. Victor is still standing there, right where he had been before he stepped on the ice.

But there is something different about him. He looks paler, and in shock.

Out of habit, he asks Victor if he is okay while slipping on his blade protectors, only to panic when tears start to roll down Victor’s cheeks. He watches in horror as Victor just drops to his knees, all but sobbing as he wraps his arms around himself.

He drops the flowers in his hand, questioning if he should get Yakov or Lilia or even a member of the medical stuff, only for Victor to grab one of his wrist and start to sob apologies.

‘I’m so sorry, lyubimyy, I’m sorry’ Victor sobs over and over again, refusing to let go of his wrist. It takes him a little to long to realise what Victor is sobbing and everything clicks into place.

Victor remembers, or so his poor little heart hopes as he carefully kneels in front of Victor.

‘Why are you sorry?’ he asks, only for Victor to lung at him, sobbing into his chest loudly and so unlike himself that he doesn’t know what to do.

‘I forgot you. I said such mean things to you. I’m sorry,’ Victor sobs, and he can’t help but start to cry too as he wraps his own arms around the sobbing man pressed into his chest and hold him tightly.

It takes a good hour, to calm Victor down enough to get him to see a medical professional (he won’t let go of Yuuri, so it was easier to find someone trained in first aid than hunt down a doctor).

They ensured them that nothing seems to be wrong, but seeing a doctor when he gets back home would be best.

They spend the first night after Victor’s remembers just holding each other. Victor’s hold on him is almost bruising but he doesn’t care, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s been months since anyone held him. Months since anyone pressed soft, sweet kisses against every surface of his face. It’s been months since anyone had declared their love for him.

It’s been months since he had returned the favour.

Their sweet fairytale moment is ruined too soon when they realise they have to seperate again. Yuuri has a flight back home, home which isn’t in Russia.

Victor tries to protest, tries to make any excuse to make Yuuri come back to Russia with him, or go back to Japan with him, but in the end, Yuuri tells him no.

Yuuri tells him to go back to their apartment and prepare for the GPF and the Russian Nationals. Yuuri promises that he’ll start sending his stuff back to Russia, that by the time the season is over, he’ll be back home, in Russia with his fiancé.

And Victor can’t argue with that, and despite the pain of having to say goodbye to his beloved, he climbs onto the flight back to Russia without his fiancé.

By the time the GPF are here, Victor has already unpacked the six boxes that Yuuri has sent over. When he gets back with a bronze medal, having lose to Yuuri and Yurio, there is another four boxes and a letter explaining that these are the last boxes.

After the Russian Nationals, he comes home, expecting everything to be dark and full, but instead, finds his fiancé curled up asleep on the couch with Makkachin, looking like he had just flown in almost immediately after his own Nationals.

Everything goes back to normal after that.

Well sort of, because if Victor declares that he can’t bare to wait any longer and wants to marry Yuuri the moment the season is over, who is Yuuri to refuse his fiancé now husband. 

Yuri!!! on Ice + text posts

Part 6 of the Espionage/Assassin AU. Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here

I’d advise reading the other parts before this one or it wont make much sense. Also warnings ahead for violence.  

24) things you said with clenched fists

Viktor could hear nothing over the frantic pounding of hisown heart, slamming against his ribcage almost painfully as he sprinted downthe hallway. Finding the location where Yuuri was being held had wasted precioustime, time he couldn’t afford to lose when Yuuri’s life was on the line.

He just prayed that he wouldn’t be too late.

The compound he had tracked Yuuri’s captors to was remote, aconcrete slab of a bunker in the middle of nowhere with precious few ways in orout. For someone of his skillset however, it should almost have been child’splay to infiltrate the base. Something he had done thousands of times beforewith ease. But despite that, Viktor had fumbled, his work sloppier and lesscontrolled than usual. Once he almost missed a guard going for the alarm as he workedhis way silently through the base, an unforgivable mistake had he not caughtthe man just in time.

It was sentiment. Sentiment that was causing his hands totremble as he ran silently through the building, sentiment that was causing hisheart to race and his chest to clench painfully tight at the thought of whatmight await him at the end of his journey. It was why people like him never gotattached, never had people they cared about because caring was a liability.

But he had fallen in love. And now Yuuri was paying for it.

Viktor came to a stop as he finally reached a corner, a longcorridor beyond. Peering around it stealthily, he took in the sight before him.At the end of the hallway stood a door, sleek and metal, set deep into thewall. Two guards were standing outside, looking bored and relaxed after whatmust have been a long shift.

Darting around the corner, Viktor struck, lightning fast.The guards were on the floor before they even had time to cry out.

Once they were dealt with, Viktor turned to the door,swiping one of the access cards from the bodies on the floor. The red light bythe lock flashed to green the minute the card touched it and Viktor was alreadymoving before the door had even swung fully open, gun raised and firing.

The guards in the room fell within seconds, taken completelyby surprise and with no time to raise their own weapons to retaliate. Viktor’seyes darted around the room in seconds, assessing threats, taking out targetsuntil his eyes finally fell on…

Viktor felt his heart lurch to a sickening stop in his chestat the sight before him. Yuuri was bound to a chair in the centre of the room,dark hair mattered with dried blood and face slack and pale. His body was limpand motionless but Viktor could see the jump of a pulse in the exposed line ofYuuri’s neck.

A neck that was clearly on display as a hand tangled inYuuri’s hair, wrenching his unresponsive head back and pressing the wickedsteel of a knife to his throat.

“I would stop there if I were you,” the man standing overYuuri warned, eyes darting around the room as he spoke, flickering over thefallen guards. The fear was clear in his eyes as he looked at Viktor but hishand was steady on the knife, pressing hard enough to draw a thin line of bloodfrom Yuuri’s skin.

“If you hurt him, I’ll kill you,” Viktor gritted out, handtightening on his gun until his fingers ached with the force of the grip.Everything in him screamed at him to shoot the man who was holding Yuuri’s lifein his hands but the knife was too close to Yuuri’s neck and it wasn’t a riskhe could take. Not while Yuuri’s life was on the line.

“I’ve already hurt him,” Yuuri’s captor sneered, gesturingto Yuuri’s face and the bruises already blooming there. “He’s a strong one youknow. Hasn’t told me anything yet, no matter how hard I tried to…persuade him.”

Viktor started forward instinctively, anger boiling in hisveins but he stopped short when he saw the knife cut a little deeper intoYuuri’s neck, sending fresh beads of blood rolling down his throat.

“Ah ah ah,” the man crooned, eyes flashing with triumph atViktor’s hesitance. “If you value this one’s life, you’ll stop right there. Putyour gun down and kick it over to me, unless you want to see just how quickly Ican cut his throat.”

For a wild second, Viktor was almost tempted to shoot himanyway, anything to get the man’s hands off of Yuuri and to make him pay forwhat he had done. But visions of the knife sliding across Yuuri’s throat as theman crumpled to the ground filled him with icy fear, freezing the blood in hisveins and stopping his heart cold.

Instead, Viktor lowered the gun, inch by inch until it waslying on the ground before him. Gritting his teeth to quell the rising bile inthe back of his throat, he kicked the gun towards the man before him andwatched as he bent to pick it up. Anything if it meant keeping Yuuri alive.

“It’s a shame to see Viktor Nikiforov brought so low,” theman mocked as he stood up again, Viktor’s gun in his hand. “And all for love.Pathetic.”

The hand that was holding the knife dropped away fromYuuri’s throat as instead the gun was levelled at Viktor’s head.

“And now you’re going to let me go,” the man added with a twistedsmile.

A gunshot rang out throughout the room, echoing off thewalls, mingling with the sound of a body hitting the ground with a dull thud.

“He might, but I won’t,” came a voice from the other side ofthe room.

The speaker emerged from the shadows, Viktor tensing as hiseyes flickered between the body of Yuuri’s captor now lying on the floor and thenew player who had just entered the game. The man’s hair was sleek and black,his skin a few shades darker than Yuuri’s and face a few years younger, with a fiercely protective light inhis eyes. He was dressed from head to toe in black, body armour and harnessesfamiliar to Viktor’s eyes.

An agent.

Viktor had gone up against his type before, well trained andabsolutely deadly. When he had first been contracted to play honeypot to one oftheir handlers, he had been wary at first. Crossing agents was a bad idea, evenin his business. But Yuuri, vastly intelligent as he might have been, had shownno signs of the fierce training of the agents who worked with him. He mighthave had a vast knowledge of almost every undercover operation, every sleeperagent, every mission that was putting all of Viktor’s client’s highly illegalbusiness interests at risk but Yuuri co-ordinated the missions from behind thescenes, not in the field. He hadn’t seen Viktor for what he was, not until itwas already too late.

The agent in black seemed to have already dismissed Viktoras a threat, instead dashing over to Yuuri. Dark eyes flickered over Yuuri’sface, fingers searching for a pulse beating in his neck and Viktor could hearthe sigh of relief when it was found.

“I thought we’d lost you,” the agent murmured to Yuuri,although Yuuri showed no signs of responding, eyes still closed. “The othersare on their way. We’ll bring you home.”

Viktor felt a surge of something unpleasant twist in hisgut, mingling strangely with the relief of seeing Yuuri safe. He took a stepforward on instinct, determined to reach Yuuri too but the sharp click of a gunreadying stopped him dead.

The agent had spun around at his movement, crouched over Yuuriprotectively with his gun levelled between Viktor’s eyes. Without his own gunto protect him, Viktor came to an abrupt halt, looking at the agent warily.

“If you take one step closer, I’ll shoot you,” the agentwarned. “Don’t think that I won’t.”

“I’m trying to help him,” Viktor insisted but the man justsnorted out a bitter laugh.

“It’s because of you that he’s in this mess in the firstplace,” he spat at Viktor. “Do you really think I’m going to let you near himafter that.”

“Please…” Viktor tried again. He wasn’t used to begging butfor Yuuri he would. “I need to see him. To make sure that he’s ok. There are somany things I need to tell him…I…”

The words hung in the air for a moment as the agent’s eyesbore into him. It went against everything Viktor ever knew to reveal his biggestsecrete to an enemy but it was his last hope.

“I love him.”

“I know,” the agent sighed after an agonising few seconds,although he was still watching Viktor warily. “It’s because of you that wefound him. We followed you here once we realised what you were trying to do.But that doesn’t change what you are.”

The look he gave Viktor was almost pitying.

“The rest of my team will be here any minute. Yuuri almostgave his life to protect us, to keep out identities secret from the people whohired you. We would do the same for him in an instant. And none of them aregoing to be very happy to see you here.”

Viktor opened his mouth to reply but the agent cut him offbefore he could speak.

“You helped us find Yuuri. You tried to save him. Because ofthat, I’ll let you go. Just this once. A favour for a favour,” the agentoffered, gun never leaving Viktor’s face. “But if we ever meet again, if youever come near Yuuri again, I’ll take you down.”

“I wont leave him,” Viktor insisted, fists clenched as hetook another step forward despite the gun that was still pointed at him. “Notnow.”

The sound of boots hitting metal floor echoed around theroom, faint at first but drawing nearer. The other agents were on their way.

“Run now Viktor Nikiforov,” the agent told him, voice hardand still standing protectively over Yuuri. “While you still have the chance.”

AO3, fanfiction, and comments: the system isn’t working. 

Fic authors have a problem with feedback – or rather, with the lack of it. Fanfiction has a notoriously low ratio of comments to hits, and many of us have expressed our frustration that we can get a hundred, two hundred, five hundred, even a thousand views on our stories, but only a handful of readers will leave kudos, let alone comments.   

Unfortunately, this only gets worse for long, multi-chapter stories (aka, the longfics we know, love, and would sell our souls in a second if it meant an update), which also happen to be the stories that authors need the most support to continue and complete. Law of diminishing returns, y’all, and it sucks. 

We’re not here to guilt you into leaving comments. We want to address the problem by changing the format, and we need your help to do it. 

The goal is to increase the amount of feedback authors get from readers, especially on stories with multiple chapters, and to make it easier for everyone to show how much we love fics. We’re opening a discussion with ao3 to figure out how/if any of these options can be implemented, but first we need options to present! 

Some of our current ideas: 

Ability to leave a form of kudos on every chapter, instead of only once on the entire story: this lets authors know that you’re here and you’re reading their updates, so their hard work isn’t getting tossed into the internet void. 

Comment templates: suggested comments that can be customized or posted as-is. Many of us draw a blank or get nervous when we try to think of a comment, so having pre-made options will both increase the total level of feedback and serve as practice, making it easier to leave more in-depth comments in the future. 

Upvoting/leaving kudos on comments themselves: positive reinforcement makes giving feedback more fun and rewarding, and it lets the author know that readers are present and agreeing with other comments, even if they don’t leave one themselves. 

We’ll contact AO3 to discuss the possibility of adding any of these as native features, and if that won’t work, we’re looking into creating and sharing a user script. 

 What you can do to help: 

 As a reader, what would you like to have? What would you be most likely to use? New ideas, opinions on ideas that are listed here, they’re all good. 

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Pros and cons of these (note: our thoughts on this are discussed in this google doc) 

GET THE WORD OUT! Reblog this post, send it to your friends, link to it from your stories. We need as much input and support as possible to get this off the ground. 

Feedback makes for happy authors. Happy authors make for more stories. Let’s keep this part of fandom alive! 

When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them

when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing

when readers give me a background of why they shouldn’t have been reading my writing (usually while at work)

when readers quote my work back to me in comments

So, warning for all you guys–

I just got a fake spoofing email from PayPal that fooled me. I just got off the phone with PayPal, and they told me that it 100% was spoofing and not from them.

This is what the email looked like: 

Now, there were links in the body of the email, and when I clicked on it on my phone… it went weird, and I didn’t trust it. I immediately exited, went to PayPal, changed my password, and changed my password to my email. Then I spent 20 minutes on the phone with PayPal, who says that this email was 100% fake.

The reason why I trusted it?

It came from [email protected] using my real name.

Yeah. Let that sink in.

According to PayPal, they will NEVER include links in the body of their emails. If you received an email like this, immediately report it for phishing.

I mean really? With the book shelves?

It’s like an alcove of happiness.

You want a whole row of individual seats? Fine, here you go. 

Or how about a whole window bed for those snugglers out there.

Curtains.. Guys this one has curtains.

Seriously? This is basically a glass cube of bliss.

 You can even get them with corners! Not enough corners? Okay.

Ba-BAM!! Corners for cocooning. 

There’s also the Roman-esque themed seat for the historians out there. 

 If you don’t want to snuggle up in blankets with hot cocoa in this then I don’t even know why you’re on this planet. I mean dat stonework. 

This one’s an entire rectangle. Just imagine all the cuddling that could happen in there. It’s practically a fortress.

This one’s fucking curved okay? it’s just chillin, up of the ground, and curved for your lounging convenience. 

Yuuri squeaks and automatically jumps into Viktor’s arms who catches him and accepts his ‘painful and burning’ death. As long as Yuuri is safe and happy, that’s all that matters.

Mila manages to lift herself up and balance herself on the railings surrounding the rink. She’s got excellent upper body strength. 

Georgi can’t be bothered to find safety so he pretends to scream in anguish as he sinks down to the ice, clutching his heart and an arm reaching for the ceiling. Forever A Drama Queen.

Yurio, safe from standing on the bleachers, laughs with a huge grin on his face as he records the whole thing.

Four Dragons!

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