Otayuri Oneshots

Arranged

~ My contribution to YOI Omegaverse Week day one (which was Monday)!

At 21 years old, Yuri Plisetsky is a junior at Julliard school of the arts, studying under the famous Lilia Baranovskaya.
At 21 years old, Yuri Plisetsky needs to pay for his grandfather's new heart medication, and had no means of doing so.
At 21 years old, Yuri Plisetsky becomes old enough to enter into a government-sponsored arranged marriage with his soulmate. His soulmate, who happens to be rich.
At 21 years old, Yuri Plisetsky is not a gold digger. But he needs help, and is it so bad to get that help?
At 21 years old, Yuri Plisetsky shows up to his wedding to a man he's never met, and, of course his heat came early.
At 21 years old, Yuri Plisetsky is in for one weird day.
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Or: I've never written omegaverse before, didn't know it was YOI omegaverse week, found out, and am now publishing Monday's story late. There are also some YOI characters mixed into that mess.

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Yuri stared at his calendar with a sense of foreboding. How was it so soon?

When he'd thought about the wedding before, it had been in a vague way, the wedding itself an abstract, distant concept that he didn't need to worry about then. But slowly it had grown closer and closer, and now Yuri felt a sickening coiling in his gut as the little circled box on his calendar stated him down.

He wasn't ready to get married. He didn't want to get married in the first place, never had. Who cared if this dude was supposedly his soulmate? If they were meant to be, it would be, and it would happen naturally , thank you very much. But—

But the wedding planner had let it slip while she was trying to force him into picking china patterns that the price wasn't an issue. Apparently the Altins (his soulmate's last name) we're paying for the wedding, and, as it was wheedled out of the planner, money, for them, was anything but the problem it was for Yuri.

It wasn't that he was a gold digger— he wasn't, in fact, he was normally loathe to accept any kind of assistance at all in that department, but Grandpa was sick. Sicker than he had been since Yuri could remember. It wasn't life-threatening, thank god, but the medication for his back had always been expensive, and with this new one he needed for his heart... Yuri couldn't do it. He was buried in bills from Julliard as it was and he'd barely been holding on before. He worked two jobs after dance and babysat for old neighbors whenever he had the time, no matter that he was a junior in college, but as hard as he dug his heels into the ground and pulled with his life's strength, he couldn't make ends meet.

When the agency for arranged marriages came knocking at the door, at first he'd been appalled. He didn't need some lunatic, government-controlled, happily-ever-after with a man he'd just met. But the bills had piled up. And even Yuri, stubborn as he was, could admit when he'd reached the end of the road and needed help. The Altins, according to their limited contact through the planner, were more than willing to offer that help. Of course his soulmate wanted to take care of his grandfather in law, the one who had worked tooth and nail for far too long to raise his future husband.

Yuri didn't like arranged marriages, even if they were the norm these days: he was opposed to it on principle. But for his grandfather, there was nothing he wouldn't do.

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Twisting, roiling heat had made itself a home in the pit of his stomach, and it flipped again as Yuri stared at the ridiculous, (though he had to admit, pretty,) dress hanging on the back of his wardrobe.

As an omega, Yuri was entitled to whatever wedding garb he so chose, and his mate had made it clear with the planner that he didn't give a flying fuck about what gender's attire Yuri showed up dressed in, and Yuri, who walked the line of androgyny, felt most comfortable in a dress. He knew he looked amazing in it, too, everyone (the wedding planner, a sales associate at the bridal store, Mila, for fuck's sakes) had thoroughly let him know that, so, if nothing else, at least the pictures would be great.