[Discontinued] Dear Stars | Yuri On Ice x Reader

Just As Talented... Maybe

Good morning world, good morning sunshine, I have awoken from slumber!

Or so I wish that's how I felt...

Today I got out of bed tired as all hell, willing admit that practising with Yuuri all night was not my brightest idea. Surely i've felt better but I didnt run away from Yakov just to stay on this comfy, plush...

Yeah no, I fell back asleep, to tired to make any movement. I burried my face into my pillow, and woke up in an even worst mood just hours later.

I looked over to the night stand to see tbe time... 12:30 PM, I thought clearly thinking I could go back to my fortress of rest, so I closed my eyes. The numbers kept ringing in my head like alarm clock, ringing and ringing, then suddenly I realized. I'm supposed to be at the rink in thirty minutes...

"Good job (Y/N), you just pulled the cliche I woke up late and thirty minutes late maneuver." I muttered to myself as I struggled to get the peices of fabric on.

I just ran downstairs, not spairing a single thought towards Yuuri and Yuri. I sprinted out the door and towards the rink as fast as possible.

A few bumps a bruises while running, but otherwise I arrived quite late. I entered the building out of breath and checked in with the woman at the front.

I ran to the rink with my skates on lucky to find Viktor was just getting on the ice. "A little late darling, but you made an effort to get here so that's admirable." Viktor laughed.

"Yeah," I panted, struggling to calm my heart rate down. I equipt my skates and got onto the ring moments after Viktor did.

"So, I'm guessing you have already practised your demo program to show me as well as listened to the music?" Viktor smiled.

"Music... Yes," I breathed in, catching some air, "Program... Not entirely,"

"Oh well then, show me what you have so far, just go with what feels right for the parts you dont know. Music piece?"

"Star Sky, Instramental, by Two Steps From Hell." I could tell the group's name threw him off a bit but none the less he searched for it on YouTube.

"This it?" Viktor looked at me, as I nodded back.

I could feel my attention, or world, or sight, sonething like that, forming a bubble around me, withdrawing into my being. I started at the 28 second mark, and from there did what I felt was right.

I threw jumps in there, showed equisite emotion through gesture and facial expression. I demonstraited something like my life through the performance, the struggles of childhood, the Plisetsky family taking me in, the peaking of my interesting and chasing after it. Then I showed what I wanted in the future, maybe struggle through my skating career, possibly love, winning a competition.

Before realizing it, the song ended. I was panting, not entirely out of breath, but a little bit knocked out of me. I looked up at Viktor for his approval, his eyes seemed a little bit more wider, but in all, I couldnt read his expression very well.

Viktor removed his hand from his face, showing and indifferent in it. "I have to reach the basics I guess. I guess it'll be fine, I can teach you-"

"When you return to Russia, right!"

My voice echoed through the rink, I looked down, "I'd hate to have to leave Yuuri all on his own, but you have to come back to Russia!"

Viktor face revealed a little shocked, "(Y/N), you didn't stutter..."

I covered my mouth, embarrassed, then I put them back down to my side, "Sorry..." I was quite once more and Viktor spoke up, "No, no, it's fine. I actually quite like you voice, it's soothing." I looked up at him, my face turning a bit red, "T-thanks..."
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QAN: So, I might stray from the actual dialog, but it will retain the same story/meaning/expression, abd such! Thanks!