It’s finally here! This is written for @viktuurifluffbang and I’ll be posting Mondays, W

It’s finally here! This is written for @viktuurifluffbang and I’ll be posting Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays until this fic is completely posted. I can’t wait for you guys to read this and see the amazing art @rtengu​ has made for it! Rating: E (Smut in later chapter)Chapter: 1/13Summary: He had a great life. Fame followed him everywhere. Everyone knew his name. Victor Nikiforov, champion of figure skating. With routines filled with talent and emotion, Victor had quickly become unbeatable in his sport. But the melancholy clinging to his routines, the chains weighing him down had finally become too much, and in a moment of weakness, Victor Nikiforov looked to the stars and made a wish.The wish brought him confusion and clarity, pain and happiness. The wish brought him Yuuri, a curious star determined to make Victor’s deepest desire come true, no matter how troublesome and utterly embarrassing his methods may be.The blades moved gently along the ice as Victor settled himself in his starting position. Glancing up, he saw Mila already in her place at the other end of the rink. She was seated with her legs elegantly crossed. Her little black dress was complete with ruby embellishments to match her vibrant hair, left sleeve made of fishnet. She looked stunning. In comparison, Victor’s outfit was demure; dark trousers, a black shirt, and a burgundy suit jacket. He’d allowed himself the luxury of a few embellishments on the jacket, but Mila was supposed to be the important figure in this piece. He wanted the spotlight trained on her.Victor shot a smile in Mila’s direction, receiving one in turn. It wasn’t the first time they’d performed this programme, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. There was still so much of the skating season ahead of them, and Victor found himself being invited to skate in every exhibition. It was almost an expectation at this point. He didn’t mind, though. Victor enjoyed this program. Though he was normally a singles skater, it was a chance for Mila to show off her skill. There was no fear of scores weighing him down, but he did still have the desire to do his best for her sake. The program was relatively simple. It meant Victor could focus on the emotions behind his every movement.As the music trickled into the room like raindrops, Victor allowed his skates to drag him slowly along the ice, a little kick to each stride, moving in a gentle winding pattern. The music had been ingrained in Victor’s body by now. He knew every second of this, gently spinning himself to a halt at the center of the ice, turning to the audience and pressing a finger to his lips. And then the music began to pick up, vocals becoming part of the piece, and Victor let his blades slice through the ice in semicircles, dragging his body left, then right as he slowly made his way towards Mila. All the while, he allowed himself small flourishes to the programme; a spin here, a sudden stop for emphasis there.Victor carefully undid his jacket as he moved towards Mila, allowing it to open and reveal the dark fabric of his shirt beneath. Halfway to Mila’s side, and he was stopping once more, turning back to the crowd and taking the rose from his lapel, his free hand brushing seductively over his stomach as the music shifted with the vocals. A sliver of skin above his waistband came into view before he was turning back towards Mila, more purpose in his steps as he finally reached her side.READ MORE ON AO3 -- source link

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