Yuri On Ice x Reader || One Shots

Hear My Love {Viktor Nikiforov}

You locked yourself away for weeks coming up with something fresh and new for the Grand Prix Final. You worked tirelessly day and night to write the correct words and fluent melodies that molded together to form a piece that would bind the hearts of every listener like it would be the last symphony to caress their eardrums.

Viktor told you what he wanted and what his theme would be for what he revealed to you could possibly be his last time skating. You knew he couldn't walk away from it so easily, but you wanted to make this arrangement something more special than you had done for him previously, especially if it really was his last time on the ice.

It took you weeks to come up with the right notes and lyrics and tempos. You barely saw Viktor with how much you were working, and he didn't like it. He didn't know exactly what you were doing, but he definitely wouldn't have guessed you were only working on the music. He didn't understand what it meant to you that he had something extra special this time around.

You finished the piece only the day before you were required to show it to Viktor, and you were nervous. You worked strenuous hours to pour your own passion into it and you were worried he wouldn't get it. Viktor Nikiforov could be quite oblivious sometimes and you hoped this once, he wouldn't.

You held your iPod in your hand with headphones attached as you hesitantly strolled into the ice rink. You first spotted Yakov and his ex-wife, Lilia, directing the skaters. You also composed pieces for other skaters
--including Yuri Plisetsky--but Viktor was your main client. He always received your best work.

You approached Yakov and also watched Viktor practice at the same time. He was pleasantly graceful in his movements and occasionally encouraged his fellow skaters. You smiled gently at the thought, knowing you went in the right direction with the music you chose. You made it to Yakov's side without noticing.

"Is that music done?" Yakov asked in his scratchy, Russian accent. He scared you sometimes.

"Yes, Sir. I just need Viktor to approve it," you replied tensely, your grip tightening on the device.

"Vitya!" Yakov shouted, voice echoing across the ice. "Get over here!"

Viktor slid to a halt and looked at his coach before skating over, swerving around the others on his way. He flashed a smile when he spotted you on the side and veered his course slightly to stop in front of you instead. Viktor put his hands on the barricade for balance and leaned over to lay a quick but gentle kiss on your lips, which you gladly welcomed. He peered back to Yakov and gestured for him to reveal why he called for him.

"(Y/N) finished your music, so I want you to go listen and tell me what you think afterwards," Yakov commands with an undertone of warning. "No lying, either, just because you are together. I gave my blessing for this relationship and I do not need it interfering with skating."

"I would never, Yakov, don't worry," Viktor assured, rounding the barricade and sitting on a bench to remove his skates.

You gave a tiny wave to Yakov and waited for Viktor to rise back to his feet. He then followed you through the rink and into a private office where you sat across from each other with the door closed as to not be interrupted or heard.

"How did--"

"Don't speak," you interject, handing him the iPod and putting the headphones into his ears. "I want you to listen to it first."

Viktor nodded and glided his thumb over to play the track. You were on the edge of your seat as you faintly listened to the music bleeding from the loud headphones and intently focused on Viktor's facial expression. You watched as he furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at the ground a few times, but you couldn't tell if he liked it or didn't understand.

You twiddled your thumbs as the song came to an end and waited impatiently until Viktor slowly took out the headphones and placed them and your iPod in his lap. He gazed at the ground for a while longer, then finally looked into your eyes with an odd glint in his own that worried you.

"This isn't like your other pieces," Viktor observed calmly.

"I know," you responded. "This could be your last time skating in competition if you decide to quit and you said you wanted the music to portray that sort of feeling of coming and going but with triumph in the end."

"Yes, but this is much deeper... The lyrics... they're, well, I don't know," Viktor said unsurely, but you knew he understood.

You sighed. "I made the song kind of about us and our relationship," you admitted.

"What do you mean?" he questioned.

"I mean that it's our ups and downs and how we come out together on the other side. It's about my view on you and your career and the partaking in that as well as the business we do together." You took in a breath. "It's about how much I love you."

A grin adorned Viktor's lips at that and he reached forward to take your hands in his. "I love you too, and I love the song. It's perfect for my program. Thank you for working so hard on it."

"Of course," you responded, happy that your fiance loved the concept and piece.

"This program I choreographed is kind of about us too," Viktor revealed shyly. "It's like you said, but also appealing to the idea that skating isn't the most important thing to me; you are. I want to show people that there's more to me than a pair of skates and this whole program now with the music is showing the part of me that is you."

You were taken aback by the revelation because you never knew how dedicated Viktor felt toward you compared to his other favorite thing. It made you also know that he put so much effort and work into his craft that he would definitely go back to it eventually. It was inevitable.

"Thank you," you said.

"You're always welcome," Viktor whispered and kissed you once more to seal an unspoken promise.

He promised, in his own mind, to put you before anything else. After listening to the piece you composed, his heart clenched tightly in his chest and he did everything in his power not to cry because every note spoke to him. He needed you to understand what he planned himself, and knowing your ideas blended together so perfectly, he knew he made the right decision, because in that song, he could hear every ounce of the love you held for him.