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London’s Calling

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Chapter Five: The Honeymoon Period 

Word Count: 2262

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(Picks right up where the last chapter finished, on the phone to Lucas) 

☼ 3:34pm ☼  NYC          ||          LND ☽ 8:34pm ☾

“Now tell me about London…” Lucas insists through the phone.

“Well, it’s not New York..” Riley laughs nervously.

“It isn’t?” Lucas teases with a gasp, “I had no idea.”

Riley giggles in response, “It’s so weird.

“Weird how?” Lucas continues to press.

“Weird-good I guess,” Riley relaxes into their conversation. “It’s strange having learnt about places like this and knowing of all the things like red telephone boxes and Big Ben it’s just so..”

“Weird seeing it all in real life?” Lucas finishes her sentence.

“Exactly!” Riley exclaims.

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I apologize for how laggy this is, but I felt like uploading a progress update… I promise it’s only slow because I was recording.

There’s a LOT of wonkiness I need to smooth out, things to change (graphically–look how oddly the moon is positioned, for instance), but I’ve made a lot of progress with this version of the game and I’m quite proud of myself.

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anonymous asked:

For the prompt can I get yurio being lowkey best buds with yuri but won't admit it and is actually unaware of their friendship

I have no idea what prompt you’re referring to, pretty sure you got into the wrong askbox but I will do my best to deliver wwwww This fic was strongly inspired by apple5kies’s beautiful headcanons [1][2] I love this idea so much omg please go read their comics ;;3;;

I know I’m not the one you wanted this from but I hope you’ll like it anyway~

Yuri = Yuri (Yurio) Plisetsky
Yuuri = Katsuki Yuri 


It was a little pass 7am when Yuri entered the locker room to change into his skates. Another day at practice. He walked to the second aisle where his favorite locker was. As he sat down and took off his shoes, he stared at his lightly bandaged feet. Training for the senior program was no easy task. He never expected it to be so deadly. He slowly gained more respect to those older than him for being able to skate the way they do. 

Subconsciously, he thought about Victor and Yuuri. They were probably skating in that ice rink they all once shared. Yuuko would be watching. Maybe the triplets were there too with their dad, cheering them on.

As Yuri tied the knot to his skates, a smile crept on his face. How nostalgic. Suddenly, his thoughts were disturbed by the door opening and in came two young ice skaters, probably from the junior division, a year or two younger than Yuri. They lingered in the first aisle, opening their respective lockers.

“-haha! Yeah I heard. Washout loser of Japan got Victor as his coach. Did you see how bad he was last year?”

Yuri paused all movements to listen. He knew exactly who they were talking about. 

“What kind of weird voodoo do you think he used?”

“I don’t know but its enough to sway our Victor.”

“Lucky bastard. Maybe he seduced Victo-”

Yuri had had enough, “OI.” he slammed a fist against one of the lockers.

The boys yelped as they watched Yuri emerge from the second aisle, head tilted slightly, eyes glaring menacingly, “If you fuckers got the time to be bitching about someone you don’t even know about-”

He couldn’t even finish as the boys cowardly apologized, “WE’RE TRULY SORRY” and ran out of the locker room. 

“Tch” Yuri bitterly walked back to his stuff and kept them in his locker. 

Once out of the locker room, he took out his phone. He didn’t really think about what he was doing but next thing he knew, he was video calling Yuuri’s caller ID.

After realizing what he did, instead of ending the call, he let it ring. At least he was calling before his practice. He reminisced what happened the previous time he called AFTER his practice. He shuddered and mumbled,  “They better not be in bed agai-”

“YURIO~!!!” Victor’s voice cut in with his carefree face appearing on the screen.

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME DAMN IT!”

“Eh? Is that Yurio-kun?”

“Mm! Yuuko-chan wants to say hi?”

Yuuko came into view this time, squeezing in with Victor, “Yurio-kun! How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“How come you don’t mind her calling you Yurio?”

“Does she have a choice?” Yuri deadpanned, “Besides, whose phone is this? Where’s the owner?”

Yuuko smiled, “Aha, well he’s…” but she disappeared from the screen, leaving Victor looking at something else with a distant look in his eyes. 

“Oi Victor! Don’t ignore me!”

“This is it.” Victor whispered. There was this knowing look in his eyes that Yuri had seen before, once or twice. 

“Eh? Really? It’s only his second try by himself.“

“Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”

Victor smiled at Yuri, “You called just in time, Yurio.”

“Damn it Victor, that’s not my-” the scene changed as Victor turned Yuuri’s phone so that the camera was facing the ice rink. 

Yuuri was skating in the middle of the rink, gaining speed as he reached the other side. And then. He jumped. 

It was a perfect quadruple salchow with a complimentary smooth landing. An overwhelming emotion started spreading inside the young Russian skater. Somehow it annoyed Yuri how happy he himself was for Yuuri to be able to land a jump he had mastered years ago. 

Instinctively, Yuri started shouting, “OI FATTY! YOUR TAKE-OFF WAS LAGGY AND YOUR LANDING WAS SLOPPY!”

Yuuri slipped and fell on the ice after hearing the shocking criticisms, “E-Eh? Yurio? From where?”

“OVER HERE IDIOT!”

He heard Victor laugh, “Don’t worry Yuuri! That’s how he compliments others!”

“No it’s not!” 

“Video call?” Yuuri confusedly got up.

“That’s right! Come say hi Yuuri-kun!”

Unfortunately, Yuri had already reached the entrance to the skating rink where the others were waiting for him. Reluctantly, he called after Victor, “Oi. I’m hanging up.”

Victor turned the camera back, “So soon?” Then he smiled fondly, “Ah, morning practice.” 

“Is he still there?” Yuuri’s voice was finally heard clearly. He had hurriedly skated towards them once he knew Yuri was on the phone. 

“It’s a shame, he’s hanging up already.”

“Oh.” Yuuri sounded disappointed. Victor lifted Yuuri’s phone to have the camera facing all three of them. Yuuri was leaning over the barricade, visible sweat dripping down his face from harsh practice. 

Yuuri smiled brightly as he saw Yuri on the other side, “Dasnivadya, Yurio!”

“It’s ‘Dasvidania’” Victor corrected with a laugh in his voice.

“Yuuri-kun, your russian is horrible.”

“I’M SO SORRY” Yuuri panicked. 

As before, a smile tugged helplessly on Yuri’s face. The three people on his screen all smiled and waved at him as they synced, “Bye-bye Yurio-kun~!”

Yuri hung up and kept his phone in his jacket pocket. That day, he brought the pleasant feeling in his chest onto the ice. A similar feeling to his ‘agape’. 


A/N: I always had the feeling that Yurio didn’t lose when he came to Japan. Yeah sure he lost the onsen on ice competition but he sure as hell gained a new family~ (Also take note that Japan is more or less 6 hours ahead of Russia)