A Victor Nikiforov X Reader
(Y/N) (L/N) is at a crossroad of quitting her career of being a Profesional ice skater. She lacks confidence in her self to take a risk and to do advanced moves. Also, she is one of Victor Nikiforov biggest fans. Then ou...
All right New book/fanfiction fandom, so hopefully you like this I'm a big fan of Yuri on ice. So hopefully I don't fuck this up, I love victor so I hope I'm not putting him OOC or anything. But enjoy the story and yeah. Oh btw your Italian in this story, because of I'm Italian well more like 65% ish. Give it some uniqueness so yeah. And you get free Italian lessons from reading this, so it a win, win.
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( play song )
The music starts I start trying to feel the music but it hard, I'm too nervous to do this but I practiced and done this so many time I could do this in my sleep at this point. Okay, this is my first triple axel, I take off for the jump but I don't land it.
"Dannazione!" ( God damn it ) I mumble
It okay I've still got I got four more jumps I just have to make those and I'm good and have a chance to get into the international competition. As time goes on everything becomes a blur of me, not being able to jump and doing a sloppy step sequence that makes me look like I've never done this before. 'Dio mi aiuti'. ( God help me ) I finish the crowd cheers well at least the people from my home country. I get off the ice fastest I can and go to the bathroom, I rush to one of the stalls. And slouch against the door and pray, for a quick and painless death or shall I say retirement. I run my hand through my hair and someone turns on the fossett in my eyes. I sob quietly so if someone comes in they don't hear my pity and self-loathing.
I hear the door open, I stifle my sobs. "(Y/N)..." It's my coach "what?" my voice cracks a little, to let her know that I've been crying in the bathroom for some time now. "I think you should talk to your parents."
" Yeah, that would be a good idea right now." I sigh out in response. She slid the phone across the floor, I pick it up. Unlocking from the lock screen to see Victor Nikiforov kissing the gold medal he won last year at the championship in Moscow Russia. He one of the greatest skater in the world. for him, this part is a breeze. I go to my contacts the scroll to my mother phone number. I make one of the most painstaking call in, my life. "Hello," I can hear it in my mom's voice she knows must have watched me on TV more than likely. " Hey... mom I was just calling..." move voice is starting to crack again and the lump in my throat is back.
"Bambina I saw. But at least you finished, it happens to all of us." 'Bambina' ( Baby )
" ...Yeah, I know... " I choke out
" Listen Bambina, I know it to you it the end of the world to you. But think about this there always a path to what you want. And there's always next season." She trying to keep me in this career but I think I need to hang up my skates. " Did anyone else see my major failure on the ice, because I know dad had to be watching me." Love my dad to death but he buys all my merch and it embarrassing as hell. "... Well... I invited the whole town to see how you skate. Sorry, Amare." 'Amare' ( Love )
" Oh, Caro Cristo aiutami! " ( oh, dear Christ help me! ) I cringe at the thought of my whole hometown seeing me complete bomb my routine. " You going to be okay, Amare? "
