Yuri On Ice x Reader || One Shots

Rollerblading {Viktor Nikiforov}

It was a mistake from the beginning to get him them. You wished you could take back your gift as soon as he put them on his feet and wouldn't stop gliding around the large apartment. Your intentions were for him to use them recreationally, but it looks like an addiction is blossoming. The only thing that stopped you from snatching them away was the elation etched into his face as he rounded the pillars and furniture.

"Viktor, you're going to break something," you complained, laying outstretched on the sofa with your head propped up against a pillow.

"You're the one who got them for me," he pointed out, rollerblading backwards in front of you.

"For using them outside, not in the apartment. This is dangerous and you're going to break something if not your own body."

"I don't know why I didn't think of getting a pair earlier! This way I can use them to go anywhere," Viktor beamed, disappearing once again around a corner wall.

You laughed softly at his attitude and stood when you heard a knock on the door. You walked through the luxurious home and to the door, opened it, and took the pizza before strolling back to the living room and setting it on the table.

"Viktor! Pizza!"

A scuffle was heard as Viktor raced back into the room with the sound of the rollerblades scraping against the wooden flooring. When he got only a few feet away, he suddenly lost his footing and slammed onto the floor with a loud bang. By now, you were laughing harder than before as Viktor groaned in pain from the impact.

"Babe, are you okay?" you questioned humorously.

"No," he whispered breathlessly after getting the wind knocked out of him.

"Yes, you are, unless you want me to get killed by Russia for injuring their national treasure," you replied somewhat seriously.

You opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice to stuff into your mouth. On the other hand, Viktor was pulling off his new rollerblades and setting them to the side as he finally joined you.

"How bad would you wipe out on the ice with those?" you asked curiously, imagining the event take place and Viktor face-planting.

"I could get the balance down easily," Viktor claimed, swallowing the pizza.

"I bet you can't," you responded in a challenging manner.

Viktor smiled handsomely and rose to his feet. "Let's go, then."

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You carried the pizza box into the rink with Viktor holding his rollerblades. No one was occupying the space today, but Viktor unsurprisingly has special entrance to about any ice rink in the world. You continued to eat your pizza as Viktor sat on a bench and strapped on the blades.

"There is no way in hell that plastic is going to stand up on ice. I don't care how good you are, it's not happening," you said.

"What do I get if I do it?" Viktor inquired cockily.

You pondered a moment as you chewed. "We'll take that trip to Japan you keep talking about."

Viktor's face lit up and you know you just fueled his determination even more. He's been wanting to vacation in Japan for weeks now, but you always said no because you both had many responsibilities in Russia, but they were all worth throwing aside if Viktor could accomplish this.

"Can we agree that if you break something, we tell Yakov that it was all your fault?"

"Yeah, whatever," Viktor answered with amusement.

You finished off the pizza and threw the box in the garbage before returning to your very enthusiastic boyfriend. You leaned against the barricade as Viktor hesitantly rolled onto the ice but wasn't letting go of the barricade to keep his poor balance.

"You have to actually do a little skating," you said with a smirk.

"I will," he promised, shakily letting go.

Viktor took a deep breath before kicking off the ice with powerful speed and momentum. You crossed your arms when he just barely made it over the ice only because of the insane amount of push he was executing. You knew this because as soon as he had to slow down to turn, he completely wiped out. You watched with a lace of worry as Viktor fell and his body slid across the ice to collide with the barricade.

"Viktor, are you okay?" you asked, running along the barricade to get where he is.

He didn't answer and you had no choice but to cautiously step onto the ice with your shoes. He just laid there, unmoving, and you barely managed to get to him and kneeled beside his head.

"Viktor," you repeated, picking up his head and laying it in your lap.

Viktor opened his eyelids to peer up at you and a smug smile formed on his mouth.
"I win."

You rolled your eyes and helped him to sit up to rest your backs against the barricade with your butts on the freezing ice.

"You tried too hard. Without that much pressure, the plastic would have made you fall way earlier," you determined.

"I thought about that when we were back home. I know this ice better than anyone and I can understand what should and shouldn't go on it," Viktor replied, his hair falling over his forehead.

You reached up to brush it aside and leaned in to lay a passionate kiss on his lips. With every ounce of your heart, you loved this man for his beautiful personality and aura. Every nook and cranny of his mind and body was yours to explore and you could never get enough of that infectious attitude he exudes everyday, even when he's not feeling up to it.

"So... Japan?"

You grinned widely. "Yes, okay. We'll leave this weekend, but we have to tell Yakov and you know he won't be happy about it."

Viktor pouted. "We both deserve a break from our regular lives and get into some new Japanese culture, you know?"

"I do, but others might not understand your wanting to break from skating. Everyone thinks it's all you are," you responded.

"I don't care. We're going," he concluded confidently.

"You're not bringing the rollerblades," you said, carefully getting to your feet and walking to the closest exit of the ice.

"But (Y/N)--"

Viktor cut himself off after he tried to stand on his own and fell right back down on the ice. You snickered as you ran off with Viktor hastily unstrapping his rollerblades in order to follow after you. It's safe to say the rollerblades were left at the rink, ultimately forgotten in the chase.