Yuri On Ice x Reader || One Shots

Prank War {Viktor Nikiforov}

It started out innocent enough with little things like hiding each other's belongings and throwing water balloons, then it escalated to you dying Makkachin pink and Viktor putting oil on the floor so you slipped and face-planted very hard. It got extremely intense as days went on and it was spiraling down to the last straw.

You enlisted the help of Chris to pull it off. The prank you hoped wasn't going too far but would destroy Viktor in some part of his soul, at least temporarily. Everyone knew Viktor had custom skates with gold blades and Russian flags on the heels that were his pride, putting it lightly. You knew he loved these more than anything and he only had one pair.

You asked Chris for an old pair of skates and together you made them match Viktor's prized ones from the flags to the small scuff on the bottom, not that it mattered with what was going to happen. Viktor kept them in a glass case in the living room of your shared apartment and the balcony was directly across from them.

You took the real skates and hid them under the bed in the guest room, then took the fake ones to lay on the ledge of the balcony. Chris had left prior to setting up, so he would not have an active part in pulling it off. Viktor would be home any minute and you practiced in your head exactly how you hoped everything would go down.

You placed yourself on the couch with a magazine before Viktor walled through the door with his cheery smile.

"Hey," you said casually, flipping a page.

"Hey," Viktor greeted, and as he walked toward the kitchen, he noticed immediately. "Where are my skates?"

"Oh, I polished them and left them out to dry. I'll get them," you answered calmly, rising to your feet and tossing down the magazine.

"Why? You know I don't like them being moved unless I need them for competition," he inquired, not mad but confused.

"It's the off-season and they were getting dirty sitting in that case," you lied smoothly, making it to the glass doors.

Viktor looked through and nearly yelled when he saw just where his fake skates were. "(Y/N), that's dangerous."

"It's fine, trust me," you replied, walking onto the balcony.

You fought back the laugh threatening to spill out as you approached the skates. You reached your hands out and accidentally knocked them off the ledge. You faked a loud gasp and already heard Viktor's thundering footsteps running up behind you then his figure leaning over the edge, watching his precious skates slamming against the concrete and smashing into many pieces.

"I'm so sorry Viktor," you apologized with feigned horror.

"You're sorry?" Viktor repeated, slowly turning toward you with a look you have never seen. "Those cost over ₱31,000,000!"

"I'll buy you a new pair," you promised.

"They were custom! I had them hand-painted by an artist who is dead now! They can't be replaced!" Viktor seethed and you could swear angry tears were forming in his eyes.

"I'll buy you any pair of skates you want. I'm so sorry," you apologized again convincingly.

Viktor paced the balcony and ran his hands through his long hair that he has let down. You were momentarily worried about the absolute sadness and lividness written all over his face that you thought you may have gone too far.

"Viktor--"

"No, I can't do this." Viktor threw his hands up. "We're finished. I can never forgive you for doing something like this."

You paled. "V-Viktor, I didn't really destroy your skates. I was screwing with you. The real ones are in the guest bedroom."

"I'm sure they are," Viktor said. "I've been wanting to end this for a while, you know. This is the perfect time to do it. We don't work together, (Y/N)."

"What?" you replied in bewilderment. "When did you start feeling like this?"

"A couple of weeks now, I just didn't know how to tell you, but after this, it's clear which ways we should go," he answered, crossing his arms.

You felt tears in your own eyes. You didn't say anything and rushed passed him to the living room. You made it to the guest bedroom and grabbed the skates, then went back to the living room and handed them to a now stone-faced Viktor.

"Here. I don't know what happened with us, but I can't force you not to do this," you choked out, not meeting his gaze as you stood in front of him.

"You're right. Especially after Chris texted me your whole little prank from the beginning and gave me the idea on how to get you back."

Your mouth dropped open as Viktor kissed the side of your head and strode over to the glass case to set his skates back in their rightful place. Instinctively, you picked up a pillow and swung it at Viktor's head.

"Hey!"

"You asshole!" you shouted. "That wasn't funny."

"Come on, how else would I get you back?" Viktor laughed.

"I'm going to kill Chris," you growled, throwing the pillow on the ground and crossing your arms. "But I might kill you first."

"You're the one who tried to prank me by breaking my second most precious item," he teased.

"What's the first?" you asked.

"Makkachin."

You rolled your eyes as the dog raced through the apartment after hearing his owner's voice. Viktor patted his head and strolled over to completely pick you up off the ground and slam you on the couch with him hovering over you as you let out a loud squeak.

"We're both at fault, but I would never break up with you. You are more precious than any material item," Viktor whispered against your lips.

"I know." You sighed, playing with a long strand of his hair. "But if you ever do mess with me like that, I will break your leg."

"Promise?" he joked and pressed his mouth against yours.

You kissed back but pushed Viktor off the couch and he harshly hit the floor below.

"We're even now. Let's never do this prank war again," you said.

Viktor rubbed the back of his head as he sat in front of you on the floor with his legs crossed. "Fine, but I should've won."

You narrowed your eyes. "One more week?"

"Deal."

A/N: Currency Equivalents (rounded) ↷

₱31,000,000 Russian Ruble
=
$500,000 United States Dollars
£400,000 British Pounds