My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

Davai!

For the first time in her life, Y/N would be standibg at the top of the podium. She had won. Her first gold medal, her dream come true. She was finally the skater she had always wanted to be.

Soon, after calling the positions, another announcement echoed throughout the room, indicating her to collect her medal. After the other two finalists, the medal was about to be around her neck before Y/N stopped the man.

She just took the medal kn her hand, not bothering to fling it over her neck, making her way to the centre of the ice along with the other contestants. She kissed the medal, before lifting it up in the air for all to see. Cheers filled the room, and she skated to the edge of the ice. Opposite Yurio.

She handed him the medal, her eyes brimming with happy tears, and managed to mumble something out.

'I want you to do it.'

Yurio immediately understood, blushing deeply. She bent down and he delicately put the medal over her head, before she leapt up and pulled him into a fierce hug.

'THANK YOU YURA!!!'

'Baka, I didn't do anything!'

'You helped me concentrate!' She broke out of the hug and sent a wink in his direction, before making her way to the changing room.

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It was soon Yurio's turn to skate, so the two made there way to the venue and Y/N sat, waiting for Yurio to come out of his room. He came out quite some time later, his hair looking as feminine as could be in an all too elegant braid. She, however, was gound giggling and squealing at something in her hand.

'What ar-' Realisation struck him as Yurio felt a shiver being sent down his spine. It was, in fact, his phone - and Y/N was, in fact, going through his photos.

'OI! THAT'S PRIVATE!' Y/N purposely let go of the phone, causing Yurio to go toppling to the ground. He fixed himself and looked at the screen; it was an old video of a Christmas he had spent with grandpa. Judging by his hair, Yurio was at least 12.

'IT'S SO CUTE, IT GIVES ME LIFE. WATCH THAT VIDEO, WATCH THAT BLOODY VIDEO RIGHT NOW!'

'OK, OK, I WILL!' Clicking the small 'play' button on the screen, Yurio prepared himself for something super embarrassing. It was embarrassing, of course. It showed him sitting by the Christmas tree, a pirozkhi in hand and jumping about his grandfather. The man laughed heartily, handing Yurio, what was supposedly, a Christmas present.

'Merry Christmas, Yuratchka! I'm sure you'll like this one~' The petite blonde had already begun to rip open his gift, attacking the poor wrapping.

Once it was open, however, the boy's orbs were glassy, glistening in the light of the fireplace.

He instantaneously leapt up, grabbing his grandfather and enveloping him in his arms.

'Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!' Was all he could scream as he begun to wave his new skates in the air, dancing and flailing about in his grandpa's arms.

'Ha! I knew you'd like it, Yuratchka! Now you can go show Yakov-sensei who's boss!'

'That hag Yakov doesn't even know how good I am! I bet you in just a months time I'll be able to land quads, you'll see!'

'That's the spirit, Yuratchka! Make Russia proud for me!' And with that, the video came to an end. Y/N was suprised to see a smile across Yurio's face.

'No wonder he's your agape, huh?' She smirked, startling him.

'Huh?! Oh, right... Don't ever go through my phone without my permission, baka!' He sneaked a punch at her arm, and she laughed it off.