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Ice skating has never been a passion of yours. Despite being childhood friends with the renowned figure skater, Yuri Plisetsky, his love for the ice never seemed to have rubbed off on you. Just sports, in general, have never been your thing to begin with. In your opinion, there were more practical things to do in life. At least, that’s what you believed up until you were finally forced to go to a practice.
Yuri’s stubbornness to force you to see skating up close seemed like, at the time, nothing more than a wasted effort to draw you into the sport. Nearly an hour into the practice and you were still unphased by it. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t recognize the beauty of the sport; no, it wasn’t that at all. There was just no specific skater that drew you in.
Not until Viktor Nikiforov appeared.
The second he stepped foot on the ice, your eyes widened, already being able to sense something worthwhile was about to happen. Every person already present on the ice exited the rink. All except Yuri who merely moved to the wall of the rink with an annoyed look present on his features.
The way the white-haired man skated was enchanting. Everything he did emanated beauty; his expression, his body language, the way his feet moved along the ice. It was all so gorgeous. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t take his eyes off of him. It was almost as if his whole choreography was casting a spell over you.
It wasn’t until his performance came to an end that you realized you had been holding your breath in anticipation. This man alone, who you had never seen nor heard of before, was able to spark your interest in ice skating, turning it into a full flame. When he finally stepped off the ice, you yearned to approach him, but your body refused to move anywhere near him. Your admiration for him was so strong it was paralyzing.
After that day, you always attended Yuri’s practices in hopes of seeing Viktor again. Some days he made an appearance while other days he didn’t. There was no specific pattern to his schedule so you could never predict when he would be there. On the days he did show up, it was a nice surprise for you.
On this day, Viktor hadn’t shown up and Yuri was already nearly done with practice for the day. Even though you were able to watch your friend skate for a few hours, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that Viktor wasn’t here to perform again. Just being able to watch him skate up close was enough to make your day.
As Yuri’s training came to an end, he nodded towards you, letting you know that he was heading to the locker room. With a heavy sigh, you stood up from the bench you were sitting on and quickly turned around. You were too distracted to see where you were going, resulting you to crash into an unknown person to your side.
“Sorry,” you mumbled hastily before looking up at the person before you. You froze, your mind struggling to process who the man standing in front of you truly was.
With his white hair shimmering under the overhead lights and a wide grin present on his face, the man you adored, Viktor Nikiforov, stared down at you. You didn’t even realize your body was tilting to the side until he placed his hands on your waist to keep you upright.
“I’ve never had someone nearly faint on me,” he chuckled as he kept you steady. “Are you okay?”
You nodded hastily, afraid that your ability to speak would fail you if you tried to muster any sort of words. You’ve never been as nervous in front of someone that you were now. Then again, there was never a person you admired as much as Viktor. He alone was the sole reason why your interest in ice skating suddenly peaked. He showed you the true beauty of it.
To your disappointment, he removed his hands from your waist. He brought a hand up to his chin and moved his eyes across your whole body, obviously deep and thought.
“You seem familiar,” he observed carefully.
“I-I… Uh…” you stammered.
“Oh! You’re Yuri’s friend, yes? I remember seeing you watching our practices here.”
Your heart was beating so fast it felt as if it was about to jump out of your chest at any moment. He remembered you? He actually bothered to pay attention to you…?
“You’re the one who hates ice skating.”
With that one sentence, your heart plummeted down to your stomach. You never imagined that Yuri would ever talk about you to Viktor, but if he did, you would’ve hoped he would have the decency to mention your past disliking of the sport. Now the one and only person you ever admired was going to hate you.
“No, no! I mean, yes, I used to dislike it. But ever since Yuri brought me here and I watched you skate I’ve loved it!” you spoke in a hurried tone. The last thing you wanted was for him to think lowly of you.
He chuckled again. “Really? I’m glad my performance can give someone a new view on skating,” he said as he flashed a smile at you. “Do you plan to start skating?”
“N-No. I think I’m a bit too old to start now. Either way, I prefer watching rather than performing myself.”
“Is that so? If that’s how you feel, then I hope to see you at future practices.”
With a final wink, he walked away, leaving you standing there in a flustered state. Did that really just happen? Your mind felt so frazzled it was hard to tell.
What you knew was real, though, were all the smirks Viktor would give you after that day.
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spams ur inbox with favs I haven't caught up on favoriting your shtuff in a while but holY SHIT THIS WAS SO GOOD viktor ;;; <3
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AHH ALL THE FAVS THANK YOU
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YOU DESERVETH ALL THE FAVS
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No, my fics are trash like me xD
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Hey. I'm your daughter. You're calling me spawn of trash, watch what you say XD
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Well, you're a sin child for a reason xD
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there is a diffERENCE BETWEEN SINNING AND TRASH DAMMIT FATE- XD
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MAYBE SINNING IS WHAT MAKES YOU TRASH XD
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TRASH IN THE EYES OF THE LORD
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THANK YOU!!
I ALREADY SAID IT BUT I REALLY LIKED IT
WHEN HE SAID THAT THE READER WAS THE ONE WHO LIKED ICE SKATING I BURST OUT LAUGHING XD
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Lmao, thank you so much sweetie!
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Au carumba, his smirks... I would break down pretty quickly. This is super cute, good job!
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Aww, thank you so much! <3
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