gold medals ● yuri on ice one-shots

15. Love Grows

A/N:
Yo, it's Sam, and i have written something.

I'm really thankful for all the reads, votes and comments, i'm sure Nusa appreciates them too. To thank you guys i have written something really long for y'all, and i thought new years day would be a nice day to post it.

Without the a/n this one-shot is 6130 words long, and 11 and a quarter pages long (i wrote this in word), it took me 3 days to write, be prepared eheh.

Uhm, this is kinda like an arranged marriage au, and it's more in a fantasy setting. All the skaters are the 'rulers' of their representive country.

Summary:
In wich King Viktor Nikiforov has to marry somebody. And obviously that's Yuuri.

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"Your majesty, you're a 27 year old king, almost 28, isn't it time you get a wife or husband?" Yakov Feltsman, the royal advisor of the very King of Russia suggested. Viktor Nikirofov smiled to himself. "I knew you'd bring that up soon." He responded, finally taking his eyes off his map and turning around to face his advisor.

"So?" Yakov insisted. Viktor knew Yakov wouldn't let it go, and would probably involve the housemaids in it, and those were freakishly excited about even the mere idea of a royal marriage. "Uhm, great idea!" He replied, faking excitement. "But i'm currently really busy, so somebody has to choose for me, and since you suggested it, i'll let you do the honour!" Viktor added.

"..Me? Uh, aren't you going to marry out of love or something? I've always thought you're that kind of person." Yakov commented, confused. "Yeah, well i would if i had time, but i don't have it, so i'll let you do it, besides, you'll be able to travel the world to find the perfect person for me, consider it as a vacation too." Viktor smiled innocently.

"Travel the world? Vacation?" Yuri Plisetski, the 15 year old prince of Russia entered the room, asking a question. "Ah Yuri, Yakov just suggested i'd get married." Viktor greeted. "Yuk, have you find a lover?" Yuri questioned, glancing at the 27 year old king with disgust. "I hope he or she aren't here."

"Nope, i still have to find one, and you know what? You can join Yakov on this." Viktor suggested, grinning at Yuri. Before the two could interfere, Viktor already pushed them out of the room. "Then it's settled, you two will be searching for my future husband or wife, i don't care."

Viktor closed the door, sighing relieved ignoring their protests. Finally, alone, without any Yakov or Yuri annoying him, he was going to enjoy the time without them.

  "But i don't know what preferences you have? I need to have a discription!" Yakov protested. It was quiet on the other side for a few seconds until Viktor reopened the door. "You have a point with that."

"I'm not doing this Viktor." Yuri simply commented. "I'm not going to search for your lover, yikes." He added. "But you can see your cru- i mean friend again. What's his name again? The prince of Kazakhstan if i'm correct." Viktor tried to reason with.

"Otabek Altin." Yuri mumbled, a faint blush appearing on his face. "And i'm listening."

Yakov grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, gesturing for Viktor to start describing. "Okay, so, i want them to have black hair, they have to be shy, akward, and cute and sweet, submissive, yeah that's all i can think about now." Viktor counted, pacing around the room. "Okay, i think we can work with this, can't we Yakov?" Yuri replied, deciding he had heard enough of this crap.

"I'm going to pack my stuff." Yuri sighed, dragging Yakov with him. "Have fun looking for my future wife or husband~" Viktor waved them goodbye, then quickly closing the door.