the stars in my sky/viktuuri

seasons

*Yuuri

He was nothing but a dream.
Viktor Nikiforov, world-champion ice skater and the person I looked up to the most in this world was the reason for me being here.

I glided across the ice- I knew that I should've been practicing my jumps, especially if I ever wanted to get back to the "top", but today was more of my lazy day, where I just wanted to feel the ice under my skates and breathe in the chilled air that filled my lungs with each breath I took. The empty rink was soundless, besides the satisfying scratch of ice following me, and the gentle hum that vibrated through my vocal chords.

It was a familiar tune, something that was carved into the back of my mind for years. It felt like a lifetime. As I closed my eyes and sung quietly to myself, the image blurred itself into my mind;

Gentle, silver hair falling right above his pastel eyes, the color of kind, tip toeing through the snow in the early morning. Pale skin delicately swaying around a lean body as he easily landed yet another quadruple-flip- something I had never even dreamed of doing. A small smirk played itself on the man's cherry-blossom lips, yet his eyes completely opposite; they're serious, intense. Head in the game, concentrating on every detail of every face in the crowd. Would he surprise them? What are they expecting? He could only guess. And he always guessed right. Another jump, another cheer. A perfect set of steps, an awe. He has captivated them- they're putty in his soft, worn-down hands. His eyes relax- he's already won- that much he knows.

I stopped skating. My head was spinning and my cheeks burning. "Viktor..." I whispered to myself, just under my breath, "what are you doing to me?"

"Yuuuuuuri! Why didn't you wake me up?" An angelic voice from across the rink made me jump and slip, hitting my back on the ice below me. My face was burning red with embarrassment and my hands were shaking. I turned around slowly as I stood up, and just as I had for the past four weeks, I stared at the man in front of me as if I never thought i'd see him again.

"H-hi, Viktor," I smiled as little as possible, scratching my neck as I lost eye contact with him just as soon as we'd made it. He skated over to me with such ease it made me look like an elephant in a circus. I backed into the railing, so far that it pricked against my back, trying to usher me toward him. I sighed quietly as I pushed off and met Viktor, who was waiting for me in the middle of the rink, and looked down.

"What's wrong, Yuuri?" Viktor asked sweetly, his skinny fingers electrocuting my chin as he gently lifted it toward him. "Your skin is burning up," he observed. He looked deep into my eyes, searching for something that I wasn't sure was there. Today, his eyes looked like the spring. A gentle breeze blowing in the clear blue sky. Green grass that rimmed along his pupil was slightly damp underneath bare feet, and sprinklers going off in midday caused nonchalant giggles in between glances from the corner of eyes and small, shy smiles.

"Nothing, i'm fine!" Now that you're here.

I made sure not to let that slip out.

"Okay... well, let us skate then, shall we?" Viktor smiled widely, holding his palm out to me. I wanted to refuse, but the spring in his eyes was enough to drag me in. I took his hand; Take me there, Viktor.

He pulled me into his chest without hesitation, making me gasp. I could feel his smirk radiating on to my rosy cheeks and I squinted my eyes shut tight. "Yuuri, look at me," his voice tickled my ear. I shivered, and my eyes opened slightly, staring down at our skates dancing together, drawing art into the ice below us.

"Yuuri, I said: look at me, please." He repeated, his voice now hinting a firm tone. I raised my head up quickly, about to apologize, but was interrupted quickly when I felt cherry-blossom lips touch mine.

My body erupted into adrenaline-filled fireworks. As my eyes closed without my consent, I saw myself in summer. Pale cheeks with a red tint squished against his nose as a laugh escaped his sea salt tasting mouth. Messy hair tickled my neck and sun hitting tangled legs and intertwined hands was the same feeling of warmth I felt as my dream's lips moved against mine in a more delicate and exquisite way than we were skating- or him, really. A second into the kiss my knees had gone weak and I fell into him, and he was supporting both of us on his skates that danced with ease.

And then suddenly, warmth left my hands as Viktor gently tugged them out of his hair and left my lips. Suddenly, it was just a fall day again in the rink we were previously before, and my cheeks were still burning with a dimming sunburn that felt so long ago already. His lips were swollen and his breath was shaky- I had never seen Viktor Nikiforov so callapsed, so vulnerable in my eyes.

"I'm-I'm sorry, Yuuri..." Viktor looked down. We were once again against the railing of the rink. I looked out the window, hinting us of the sunset gently falling behind the horizon.

I smiled widely, with probably the most enthusiasm he's probably ever seen me with. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bury my head in his chest. I can hear his heartbeat speed up underneath my face, and I tune out everything else in the world to listen to the metronome of his whole being.

"You're my dream, Viktor," I murmur. I can sense his confusion, but I guess he just ignores it, because his only response is enclosing my body in his arms, and suddenly, neither summer laughs, spring grass, winter snow, nor fall sunsets were better than the one who's irises held them all. So, I just kissed him again, and again,
and again, until every season went past.

hi! im g and this is my one shots book of the anime that has absorbed my whole being. i'll update a lot, probably. idk. cool. next may be smut, maybe not. whatevs bye