Sometimes I lie awake and think about the fact that Yuri On Ice could’ve used any cookie cutter white blonde guy to represent the United States, but instead we got the literal ray of Latino sunshine that is Leo de la Iglesia
The boys were all around the age of ten the first time they were kidnapped.
They had been taken by a mob boss who wanted to teach Geoff a lesson. Gavin was scared, Ray was apathetic and Michael…?
Michael was pissed.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snarled as he struggled against the ropes which bound his wrists together. “Do you know who we are? Geoff and Jack are going to find us. And they’re going to fucking kill you.” He spat at the man unfortunate enough to be guarding the three lads.
The guard quickly reached the end of his patience. Fed up with the young boys ravings, he reached out to slap Michael across the face with an unnecessary amount of force.
“Micoo…” Gavin whimpered.
“I’m fine Gav.” Michael assured him, spitting out the blood which had pooled in his mouth. “I really hope Geoff kills this one first though.
While Michael had distracted their guard, Ray had managed to slide his bound hands into the pocket of his hoodie to extract the pen knife which he used to weaken the ropes to the point where he could use his phone. Keeping his hands behind his back so that he would still appear to be a captive, Ray silently texted Geoff, telling him exactly where they were. He wasn’t sure if he was hitting any of the right buttons, but at least Geoff would know that they were okay.
i hope he knows how much we all love him and support him and how much we appreciate him <333 tbh he’s my RAY of sunshine (lol eva u so funny ahahah) and seriously, i’ve been playing the guitar for over 4 years by now and ray is one of my biggest inspirations, i am thankful for his talent and his existence in general and i JUST FUCKING LOVE HIM OKAY <333
“Come on, kid, I’d been sitting here trying to will you out of my periphery for a week, you were bound to fall on your ass at some point. You’re what I’m laughing at.”
Ray has no idea who the guy is, the one that lounges in the metal stands of his local rink, hidden behind a baseball cap and a newspaper (or the light of his iPhone), but when he hears the motherfucker snickering after he takes a spectacular spill on the ice, he figures he must not know who Ray is, either. But hey, if it lets him take a break from the pressure of preparing for the Championships, Ray’s all too happy to find someone to laugh with.
(aka the figureskating au, coming soon for your viewing pleasure!)
It didn’t take long for Gavin to get captured again. Michael had to admit, they probably should have stopped to untie the boys hands. A mass of muscled mobster held the gangly boy in one arm, holding a knife to his throat with the other.