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soulmate au

Indifferent. That's how you felt towards ice skating. You weren't passionate about it, but you had nothing against it. You went skating with your friends a few times, but it was nothing more than basic movements. So when your uncle offered to take you to watch his ice skaters practice, you figured why not? It'd be fun to watch them dance on the ice, even without color.

You enter the ice arena and cool air immediately greets you. You can hear skates scraping the ice before you even enter the rink. Walking in, you see multiple people dancing gracefully across the ice. You smile gently as you admire them.

"Ah, (Y/N)!" your uncle, Yakov, greets as he walks over to you. You hug him excitedly, greeting him in return. He leads you back to where he was standing, giving you a perfect view of the ice. You could see every inch of it from this spot. They were all so amazing. Everyone of them skate with skill you could only imagine of having. It was almost as if their feet moved on their own. Occasionally, Yakov would shout out instructions or criticism. Other than that, it was silent other than the breathing of the skaters and their skates hitting the ice.

One of the skaters really caught your eye. He skated as if he were speaking to you through his movements. His long hair flowed behind him as he glided across the ice. His pale complexion is complimented by the cold ice perfectly. His feet glide like they were one with the ice. He jumps and spins so elegantly, your heart leaps with him. Your eyes glimmer as he perfectly lands the jump. You clap your hands together in excitement. Yakov glances at you with a knowing smile, and you try to mask your excitement with a cough.

"That's Viktor," Yakov explains, "He's one of our best. He has amazing potential." You nod, not taking your eyes off of the skater.

"I can see that. He's amazing..." you whisper. Yakov laughs as your response. As the skater turns in the middle of his skate, he locks eyes with you. All of a sudden, a split second lasts forever.

Blue blossoms in his eyes immediately as they widen in shock. The silver in his hair becomes more prominent. Dark blue cuts across his shirt. Colors splash onto the walls. Then the split second is over. The boy slips, falling onto his back clumsily.

"VIKTOR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Yakov shouts angrily. Your mouth remains wide with shock. Viktor quickly props himself up on this elbows, eyes immediately finding yours again. He ignores Yakov's question, and scrambles up. Once he gets to his feet, he dashes across the ice. Eyes trained on you the whole time, Yakov demands to know what's wrong with him. His body slams into the wall separating the two of you. You stare up at him as he pants. Suddenly, he cups your face and brings his lips to yours.

"AH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY NIECE! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Yakov shouts. His lips fervently press against yours, fingers pushing into your cheeks. Your hands move on their own, wrapping themselves around his neck. It all seemed so natural. Viktor pulls away quickly. Resting his forehead against yours, he smiles hugely. His eyes sparkle.

"I can't believe I found you," he whispers excitedly. Both of your eyes glisten with tears. You give a shaky laugh, nodding. You were speechless. You both remember that Yakov is next to you at the same moment. Slowly, you both turn your heads to look at him. His expression looks shocked, fearful even.

"You're... You both are soulmates?" He gulps. "Viktor, you're my... niece's- my niece's soulmate?"

Viktor nods happily, "Isn't this great, Yakov?! We'll be related someday!"

The color leaves Yakov's face. Of all the people in the world. Out of the billions of people out there. Viktor Nikiforov. Of course it had to be Viktor Nikiforov. Yakov looks at you. You look up at Viktor lovingly, blushing lightly with a smile. Viktor talks to you animatedly. Yakov sighs, remembering when he met his soulmate. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing.

Description

soulmate au

Indifferent. That's how you felt towards ice skating. You weren't passionate about it, but you had nothing against it. You went skating with your friends a few times, but it was nothing more than basic movements. So when your uncle offered to take you to watch his ice skaters practice, you figured why not? It'd be fun to watch them dance on the ice, even without color.

You enter the ice arena and cool air immediately greets you. You can hear skates scraping the ice before you even enter the rink. Walking in, you see multiple people dancing gracefully across the ice. You smile gently as you admire them.

"Ah, (Y/N)!" your uncle, Yakov, greets as he walks over to you. You hug him excitedly, greeting him in return. He leads you back to where he was standing, giving you a perfect view of the ice. You could see every inch of it from this spot. They were all so amazing. Everyone of them skate with skill you could only imagine of having. It was almost as if their feet moved on their own. Occasionally, Yakov would shout out instructions or criticism. Other than that, it was silent other than the breathing of the skaters and their skates hitting the ice.

One of the skaters really caught your eye. He skated as if he were speaking to you through his movements. His long hair flowed behind him as he glided across the ice. His pale complexion is complimented by the cold ice perfectly. His feet glide like they were one with the ice. He jumps and spins so elegantly, your heart leaps with him. Your eyes glimmer as he perfectly lands the jump. You clap your hands together in excitement. Yakov glances at you with a knowing smile, and you try to mask your excitement with a cough.

"That's Viktor," Yakov explains, "He's one of our best. He has amazing potential." You nod, not taking your eyes off of the skater.

"I can see that. He's amazing..." you whisper. Yakov laughs as your response. As the skater turns in the middle of his skate, he locks eyes with you. All of a sudden, a split second lasts forever.

Blue blossoms in his eyes immediately as they widen in shock. The silver in his hair becomes more prominent. Dark blue cuts across his shirt. Colors splash onto the walls. Then the split second is over. The boy slips, falling onto his back clumsily.

"VIKTOR! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Yakov shouts angrily. Your mouth remains wide with shock. Viktor quickly props himself up on this elbows, eyes immediately finding yours again. He ignores Yakov's question, and scrambles up. Once he gets to his feet, he dashes across the ice. Eyes trained on you the whole time, Yakov demands to know what's wrong with him. His body slams into the wall separating the two of you. You stare up at him as he pants. Suddenly, he cups your face and brings his lips to yours.

"AH! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY NIECE! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Yakov shouts. His lips fervently press against yours, fingers pushing into your cheeks. Your hands move on their own, wrapping themselves around his neck. It all seemed so natural. Viktor pulls away quickly. Resting his forehead against yours, he smiles hugely. His eyes sparkle.

"I can't believe I found you," he whispers excitedly. Both of your eyes glisten with tears. You give a shaky laugh, nodding. You were speechless. You both remember that Yakov is next to you at the same moment. Slowly, you both turn your heads to look at him. His expression looks shocked, fearful even.

"You're... You both are soulmates?" He gulps. "Viktor, you're my... niece's- my niece's soulmate?"

Viktor nods happily, "Isn't this great, Yakov?! We'll be related someday!"

The color leaves Yakov's face. Of all the people in the world. Out of the billions of people out there. Viktor Nikiforov. Of course it had to be Viktor Nikiforov. Yakov looks at you. You look up at Viktor lovingly, blushing lightly with a smile. Viktor talks to you animatedly. Yakov sighs, remembering when he met his soulmate. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing.