Yuri Plysetsky × reader

Chapter 1

*flashback*

"OH MY GOD! MUMMY DID YOU SEE THAT?? HE WAS AMAZING! DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE NAILED ALL OF HIS JUMPS??" "Yes Y/n I saw that, but call down" "Someone looks excited" at that voice I froze. I turned around only to see my idol, Victor Nikiforov.

"Hi there. Aren't you S/n Y/n?" "Wait.....you know my name?" "Of course! I've heard a lot about you. They say you have great potential" he said giving me one of his famous smiles.

He gave me an autograph and left but I stopped him. "Do you think I'll ever be able to skate like you" I asked shily. He knelt down and said "No. I think you will be better than me. Let's make a deal. If you win first place and pass to the senior division at the age of 14 I will choreograph for you." "Really?" he nodded and I started jumping and screaming. "Don't forget" I said before running away.

*end of flashback*

I keep on repeating that memory to myself while I'm about to get on the ring. If I win this my idol Victor Nikiforov will choreograph for me. I HAVE TO WIN!

*timeskip*

I won the competition so next year I'm passing to the senior division! I went to bed and got some good rest cause the day after I was going to catch the plane to go home.

After a couple of weeks I opened my social media and found something I never expected to find, a video of my dear friend Yuri Katsuki skating Victor Nikiforov's choreography. I decided to sent him a message.

<I just saw the video of u        skating Victor's        choreograohy! U were     amazing! U're probably full           of calls so when u feel like
explaining call me♡♡>

Me and Yuri had been friends ever since we met at a competition, even if he is 7 years older than me. We both love Victor but lately I've really started to like Yuri Plysetsky, the Russian Punk. I really love his way of skating + he's just a year older than me. I wish I could meet him one day. I put my phone down and whent back to practising.

*timeskip AGAIN to a week later*

I opened the news and saw something even more unexpected. A news saying that Victor Nikiforov was taking a break from skating to coach Yuri. I was furious because I didn't want to believe that Victor forgot about the promise he made me all those years ago, so I started packing as quickly as I could and hopped on the first plane to Japan(if you chose to be from Japan then let's just say you need to catch a plane to get to where Yuri lives).

When I got there I went straight to the ice-ring because I had been here a couple of times so I knew where it was. When I got there I saw tons of reporters and fans trying to get inside, but somebody walked inside like he owned the place. When the person turned around my jaw dropped. Yuri Plysetsky. Yuri fucking Plisetsky was in front of me. He is even more handsome in person I thought but my thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Yuri. Yuri Plysetsky kicked him and sent him flying inside and stepped on him.

Yuri Plysetsky started saying apologise and Yuri started telling him to stop. I can't take the fact that my friend is being treated so badly, even if I'm mad at him. I walked to the two boys and grabbed the younger one's collar, "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OF HIM!" I said glaring at him.

*Yuri Plisetsky's p.o.v.*

Who the fuck has the guts to grab me. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OF HIM", I looked at the persons face only to see the skater I admired the most after Victor, the Ice Queen, Y/n S/n. Damn is she pretty. She's even prettier in person, I thought. I grabbed her wrist, while blushing, and she let go of me.

*back to Y/n's p.o.v.*

I let go of him and he leaned on the counter. "He promised me first that he'd choreograph a program for me. What did he promised you?" he asked while looking at both me and Yuri. "Years ago he promised me he'd choreograph a program for me too." "We haven't gotten to talking about programs or anything" said Yuri while rubbing his head. At that the blonde started telling him off but Yuri just smiled, who knows what he was thinking. When we got to the ring we found Victor skating and boy was he good. I hadn't seen Victor skate in person for a few years and I have to say, I missed watching him skate. Yuri started talking about Victor and about how he wanted to win the Gran Prix Final. Honestly also I want to win the women's division but it's going to be easy. I'm going against beautiful women that have much more experience than me.

I was lost in Yuri's beautiful voice until he screamed at Victor.
He looked at us surprised to see us and then he said "Judging by the look on your faces I'd say I forgot a promise". I was so mad at him, how could he forget, this broke my heart. To solve the problem he decided that he would choreograph a program for all of us with the same music. He also explained that the music had different arrangements so we wouldn't be skating to the same music. And Victor would do whatever the winner asked. In Yuri Katsuki's case he would stay in Japan and coach him, in Yuri Plysetsky's place he would go with him back to Russia, and in my case he would come with me to C/n and coach me. The little triplets who were at the door trying to keep the people outside and who, I thought, were either super cute or super creepy, asked if they could organize the event. And let me say they are doing a great job.

As we walked in the building  Yuri's mum walked over to us and as soon as she saw me she hugged me. We knew each other well and she was like a second mother to me. We talked for a bit while the boys sorted out their things, then Yuri asked me if I wanted to take a bath and I agreed.

Since we were "special guests" we got private hot springs but while I was going with only a towel around me I bumped into Yuri Plysetsky. "HEY WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING BAKA!", I look up at him and see him wearing only a towel around his waist. I started blushing madly and once he realised that he started blushing as well. "Sorry. I'll go now", I am about to get up when Yuri offers me his hand while looking away. I take it and then we both stand in front of each other awkwardly until I decide to leave. Once I get into the hot springs my body relaxes but my mind keeps on thinking about what just happened.

After the bath I got dressed and went to eat a pork cutlet bowl. Yuri and I both love this dish, it's just amazing. No matter how many times I eat it I always get surprised of how good it is. When Yuri Plysetsky tasted the pork cutlet he started devouring it. Suddenly a woman came in and when she found out that also the blonde was called Yuri she decided to call him Yurio. Me and Victor started teasing Yuri by calling him like that and we laughed.

The next day we went running all together to the ice ring where we started practising. When we got to the ring Victor gave me a music piece saying that later he would show me the choreography. But Victor was stricter with the boys. He made them listen to two different arrangments of the same music: On Love Agape and On Love Eros. Yurio said that he wanted to skate to the second but Victor decided to do the opposite. As soon as he said that I started laughing, the boys were practically dying and I was laughing so much that I started feeling sick. I loved how Victor called them kitten and piggy, it's the perfect way to describe them.

At the end Yurio agreed and I was quite surprised. I thought he was a cute, but he was an annoying brat. But I was wrong. He seemed very determined to win the Prix Final, it looked like he would agree to anything as long as he won. At this I reconsidered him, maybe he wasn't that bad.

Then younger said that if he won Victor would have to go to Russia with him and become his coach. "Victor, I want the same thing. If I win I want you to come with me to C/n and coach me!" I said. Victor nodded and then asked Yuri what did he want. He started talking about winning and pork cutlet bowls and I giggled. I didn't laugh to tease him, on the contrary. Yuri was too sweet for this world and honestly I would be happy if he won, but I'm sorry. I'm arrogant and I want Victor to coach so I'll do anything to win! 

*so this is the first chapter and I know it's bad but I'm not a good writer. *