Viktor Nikiforov (Flower Crowns)
7 Years
(y/n) ran around the front yard happily, chasing the butterflies and looking at the golden flowers. She picked up a handful of flowers and sat on the floor indian style. Her mother was glad she had forced the 7 year old to wear shorts under her dress as she watched her make a small little flower crown. It was crooked and not perfect, but her mother loved it enough to put it in a scrapbook.
The small girl laughed and hugged her mother as she ran back inside with the rest of the unused flowers, placing them in a vase for her parents to enjoy.
12 Years
The hyper 12 year old skipped to the park and blushed as she hid the blue and white flower crown behind her back. She was supposed to meet up with her best friend to give him his gift before she went on vacation to Belize over the summer holiday from school. She knew he would be ice skating all break so she wanted to give him his gift when he wasn’t busy.
(Y/N) waited for an hour at the park, she didn’t know this of course, she had spent her time making flower crowns with children who were at the park. Her friend had not shown up yet and the sun was starting to set. (Y/N) smiled and waved at the children as their mothers took them home and her own mother approached her at the park. As her mother explained that she had been at the park since 4 and it was now 7, the girl felt devastated, for years she had been at the boys’ side and always supported him and never missed an event with the older boy.
(Y/N) sniffled as her mother led her to the car, she dropped the flower crown she had spent days on perfecting and got into to car. The drive home was silent and neither of them had noticed the silver haired boy running to the Park and stop as he saw the flower crown on the floor, he knew he would have to make it up to her somehow.
17 Years
(Y/N) Smiled as she walked with her boyfriend to the Ice Rink to watch her best friend perform. Of course both of them were wearing their own flower crowns which matched their personalities, (Y/N)’s was nice pastel colors and her boyfriend’s was monochromatic reds. The short girl had been holding a blew and silver crown in her hands for her friend.
“I know Viktor will do great, he’s like an angel on the Ice, right (Bf/N)?” You smiled at him with a bright look in your eyes as you walked into the arena and found your seats.
“Of course, he said he’d win for you didn’t he? ANd he never goes back on his promises does he?” (Y/N) shook her head as she hugged him tight and waited for the silver haired 19 year old to have his turn on the ice.
“I’m thinking of going back to using real flowers for my crowns, seeing as I make both of you Crowns all the time” the (H/C) girl smiled and yawned before Viktor took his turn on the ice
She smiled as she watched the teen skate his heart out, surprising the crowd with his skills and luring many females with his breathtaking feature, all except for the one he wanted the most, but the calm boy would never say if because seeing her happy was enough to keep him happy. He would never go into a jealous fit when they were all friends and made each other happy, except, only one of them got to go the extra mile for (Y/N) and give her the love she deserves from a partner, the support when she is struggling with school and her flourishing business.
As Viktor exited the Ice to the Kiss and Cry, (Y/N) stood up from her seat and went to where she would usually meet up with Viktor to give him his prize. The prize that he looked forward to when he knew she would be there, he didn’t care what place he got when he saw the smile that your face wore after you saw him skate his heart out. (Y/N) waited there as she watched the Other skaters walk around in preparation for their turns to compete. It took about 10 minutes for him to show up when she gave him his crown.
“You did so good Viktor, I could feel your story as if I was living through it” The small girl smiled and hugged him as he placed the crown on his head
“Thank you (Y/N), We’ll just have to see if I place first for you like I promised you-”
“I know you’ll win first, you never go back on your word, and besides, I bet the judges couldn’t find a flaw with your performance, seeing as you placed so high”
Viktor nodded and gave her a last hug before she went back to her seat, waiting for the final results. And just like he had promised, VIktor won First.
25 Years
The (F/C) haired girl growled as she burst into the Ice Rink and pushed everyone out of her way until she found Yakov. No one dared to question who she was looking for or why she was furious, they knew that if they did there would be hell to pay, they did not want a repeat of last summer.
“Is it true?” Her voice was calm but it held a spicy tone to it.
Yakov only nodded and gave her a look that signalled that they would talk after all the skaters were done training with him. (Y/N) growled and walked off with Yuri Plisetsky following behind her. Neither of them were happy that the 27 year old man had decided to run off to Japan ,without a word to either of them, to coach Japanese Yuri.
(Y/N) and the Russian Punk flew to Japan without telling anyone, Yuri looked as if he had bathed in a 30 gallon bucket of anger so no one on the Plane bothered to bother the pair.
“That idiot better have a good reason for leaving, and wanting to play coach is NOT a valid reason”
Over the course of 8 years (Y/N) had suffered a few horrible heartbreaks and a few great breakthroughs with your flower crown business. But after only telling Yuri about your problems you had grown close to him and had also taken some of his temper. It was a horrible event because when you got angry you got angry enough to scare the devil into the darkest corner of hell for months. This had taken a big toll on Viktor because he was used to you being nice and bubbly but now you had a bit of spice to your sweetness.
When you two had arrived in Japan you two searched for an hour before finding the Ice Castle. Yuri had tackled Japanese Yuri while you videotaped the whole thing and encouraged him to leave the boy alone. Yuri eventually got off of the chubby boy and walked to the actual rink with Yuuri. You had waited 30 minutes to take a breather and collect your thoughts, and have a little snack, as soon as you walked in your calm speech was long forgotten about.
“VIKTOR NIKIFOROV YOU ARE SO LUCKY THAT YOU ARE ON THE ICE AND I CAN’T SKATE FOR SHIT BECAUSE I AM SO CLOSE TO DECAPITATING YOU” With those words Viktor smiled and skated over to the edge where you were standing, you don’t know how you hadn’t noticed but he had placed the flower crown you had first made for him on your head, it was half plastic and half real flowers but he had done a good job of keeping it like it originally had been.
“How did you get this?”
Viktor laughed and winked “It’s a secret”
(Y/N) blushed and looked away, “I hate you so much” she coughed and looked at Yuri “YURI, let’s go to where we will be staying I’m tired and hungry” Yuri looked at her and nodded
“You need to keep Viktor on a leash, he does stupid things when you aren’t around”
“You see Kitten, as long as Vitya has one of my crowns i’m always with him, It’s whether he looks at he crowns or not, that's how he makes his stupid decisions, I unfortunately have loved that boy since I was 12 years old” The two russians spoke in their native language as Yuuri and Viktor walked ahead of them, speaking in english so that they could communicate.
“(Y/N) You should make Yuuri a flower crown, that way he can feel the love that I always felt when I had one during competitions.” Viktor smiled as he walked away into his room leaving you speechless.