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Angels were always viewed as majestic and elegant, but people don't ever realize that angels fall down. When an angel falls, their wings are revoked. God only wants perfect children, and if you're so worthless that you trip or slip up and speak, then you shall be sent to Earth as punishment. Earth to the angels is viewed as Hell 2.0, so most kept their balance or chose to constantly fly.
Victor Nikiforov is an angel who has been in Heaven for decades, never aging and always staying in his prime. Victor seems like a normal angel, but he tends to walk. Or glide, rather. In the iciest parts of Heaven, you can find Victor gliding and dancing across the golden-blue glass. Nobody ever joins him in fear of falling, but Victor gives everyone entertainment.
Everyone knew that one day, he'd fall. Victor himself knew this. He was prepared for his punishment, but he couldn't resist the addicting glide of the most humane thing an angel could do. He always wanted to know what it felt like to be a human so the thought of tripping wasn't even a threat to the Russian angel.
The day he fell, he was preforming. Hundreds of children sat in the fluffier snow and watched as Victor twirled and leaped across the ice like a fairy. And then, he over-rotated. He could hear the gasps as he skidded across the ice, bruising his snowy-white flesh. The sky enveloped him and tossed him towards Earth. No warnings, no goodbyes. He was just gone. Erased.
The angel mumbled out his first words,"Может Бог считать меня туда, где я принадлежат," and then, he felt his feathers dissolve and his wing bones shatter. His eyes fluttered shut, and he blacked out.
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Yuuri Katsuki was becoming stressed out over the impending doom of adulthood. The thought of a job that was anything other than figure skating worried him. So, with the stress chewing at him, he ran to the skating rink.
When he arrived, he realized Yuuko must've went home early. The lights were off and the door was locked. Smirking to himself, he grabbed the hidden key she kept for him and unlocked the door, letting himself inside.
He went into the locker room and put on his blades before heading into the rink. He took off his blade guards and took a step onto the ice before noticing a body on the floor. Now that's not normal.
"Hey, are you okay?" He called out to the still figure lying on his back. Then he noticed the blood pooled around the body. 'Oh shit,' he thought to himself.
He glided over to the man and gently put a hand on his cheek, attempting to rouse him. He was startled by bright blue eyes focusing on him, almost glowing in the dim light.
"Are you okay?"
"Я до сих пор на небесах?"
"Oh, um, do you know Japanese?"
The man furrowed his eyebrows and blinked before sitting up suddenly.
"Hey! Be careful, you're bleeding!" Yuuri gently placed a hand on his back, examining the painful looking gashes on the man's naked shoulder blades. 'At least he has sweatpants on,' thought Yuuri."Let me help you up so I can stop the bleeding and get you warm." Whether the man understood him or not, he took the hand Yuuri held out and allowed himself to be tugged up onto his feet and allowed the jacket from the human to be put over his shoulders. "I'm going to take you to my house, okay? I need to get you warm and get some supplies for your back." And so, they left and Yuuri helped support the man as they walked to his house.
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"I can't believe you just found this man on the ice! Does he even speak Japanese?"
"Look, I don't know. I just want to make sure he doesn't get sick and I need to help with his back so please leave or bring some food or something useful!"
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Yuuri huffed and wiped his forehead after finally finishing feeding and fixing the man's shoulders to the best of his ability. Yuuri was letting the man sleep in one of the spare rooms. The man hadn't said another word and Yuuri was about to leave the room before he heard a hoarse voice whisper "My name is Victor," coming from the man's direction. Yuuri whipped his head around to see the stranger fast asleep.
"Mine's Yuuri."