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kazliin · 8 years ago

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yoooo that historical arranged marriage au looks sooo interesting,,,, i definitely WOULD NOT complain if u ever felt like writing more of it;)))

I am such a sucker for both historical fantasy and arranged marriage Aus so and I really liked this idea so I did some mock ups for scenes that would appear in the in universe fic

Disclaimer - this is a fake au fic from the Rivals series. In universe it would be written by a Viktuuri fan and so is based on how that fans see umfb!viktor and Yuuri not as they actually are. It was also written as a joke on my phone in half an hour so please don’t take this as serious writing!

Original concept - no.11 of the ‘15 most popular fics in the Rivals universe alternate AO3’ - Original post here

Title: Every Pawn Can Become A Queen

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Georgi Popovich, Mila Babicheva, Other Character Tags To Be Added

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe – Historical Fantasy, Alternate Universe – Royalty, Plotting, Assassination Attempts, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

Yuuri is the Prince of an Empire, second in line for the throne and renown in battle, a formidable warrior who has been fighting for almost half his life against the neighbouring Empire and their barbaric ways. But after tragedy strikes both kingdoms, an uneasy peace must be formed between the two opposing sides, a peace that must be sealed with the strongest of bonds.

Charged with keeping the peace for the sake of his people, Yuuri is forced to leave his homeland forever and marry the only son and heir of the opposing kingdom, forging an alliance with marriage to protect the empire built on the backs and blood of his family and now ruled by his beloved sister. But Yuuri knows what the marriage truly is beneath the pretty words. A life-sentence, imprisoned forever under the rule of a man he hates and has faced on the battlefield countless time.

But the political machinations of the foreign court might prove to be an even deadlier battlefield than the one he just left and he must keep the peace between the two kingdoms to save the lives of millions, whatever the cost. And what’s more, his long-time enemy and new husband is not the man he believed him to be and his position as Prince Consort holds more power than he ever expected. For the one who holds the heart of the future king is the one who can control the kingdom.

Extract from Chapter 1of 15

Yuuri could feel his hands clenching beneath the sleeves ofhis formal robes, could feel the way the walls of the room seemed to sway andpress down on him from every side.

“It’s for your country.” he told himself although the wordsdid nothing to quell the twisting of his gut. “For your people.”

Both he and Mari had agreed it, both still reeling fromtheir parent’s deaths and the devastation that had torn through both their empireand their enemy’s. Neither side could survive a continuation of the war, notwithout crumbling into chaos and peace was the only option. It was such a foreignconcept for Yuuri, he had been fighting for half his life and the war had beengoing on longer than he could remember.

The peace treaty had been signed and sealed by both Mari,the mantle of Empress resting fittingly on her brow, and the barbarian King.The stranger might have a larger empire and an larger army that their own butstanding together Yuuri thought that he was utterly dwarfed by the force ofwill that was his sister.

But powerful as she was, Mari couldn’t control everything.Both the councils had agreed that there was only one way to ensure the contractwas honoured and the peace was kept. A union between their two empires, a pactsealed by marriage.

Yuuri was the second child in a dynasty, he had always knownthat marrying for politics might one day be forced upon him but he had neverbelieved it would happen like this. Sold like cattle to the sole child and heirof the country he had been fighting against for so many years. A politicalprisoner to ensure that peace was kept by both sides. A life trapped in thegolden cage that was the foreign palace, a place that would never be his truehome.

He had agreed to it of course because what else could he do?Peace was too important and duty and honour compelled him to do whatever ittook to maintain it. He would be Mari’s eyes and ears in the foreign court,would attempt to worm his way into the graces of the powerful nobles and dowhatever it took to make sure war didn’t break out again. For his country. Forhis people.

That was the thought that he held onto as he walked up theaisle to where his future husband was waiting for him, silver hair glintingsoftly in the sunlight streaming into the hall. Every eye was trained on him,piercing gazes that seemed to burn into his soul.

A few whispers broke out as he neared the front of the roomand Yuuri knew why. He had point blank refused to wear the formal weddingclothes he had been provided with, the garments feeling stiff and strange inhis hands. Instead he wore the traditional robes of his people, bright andcolourful and so at odds with the styles in the country where he was nowtrapped forever. He might be forced to sit at their tables and drink their wineand speak their language but he would never be one of them. He was a Katsuki,he would always be a Katsuki and they would never take that away from him, nomatter what name they forced him to take.

Finally his long walk was complete and he stood at the frontof the hall, beside the man he had faced out on the battlefield countlesstimes. Standing so close he could make out the features on the handsome face,the cold blue eyes, the snow pale skin, the jagged scar that cut across theotherwise perfect cheek. Yuuri knew that scar well. He had been the one to putit there.

Before them a priest began to drone, swinging a ball ofincense as he spoke and Yuuri resisted the urge to close his eyes and crybecause he knew that it was the beginning of the end.

Extract from Chapter3 of 15

Yuuri watched intently as Viktor trained with his knights inthe courtyard. After almost two weeks in the palace he had come to know hisnow-husband slightly better but the other man still managed to surprise him. Hewas nothing like Yuuri had expected, from the moment he had bid Yuuri goodnighton their wedding night and left him in their new quarters alone - much to Yuuri’sshock and relief - to the moment that he had invited Yuuri out into the mainpart of the castle as he trained.

There was a softness to him, a care and concern that Yuuriwouldn’t have believed possible from a man who had tried to kill him and who hehad tried to kill in return so many times before. It was so at odds from the man thatYuuri had once known him to be that it still threw him even now.

“Are you going to pick up a sword?” Viktor called to him,tone light and teasing. “Or are you just going to stand there watching all day?”

Yuuri startled at the statement and stared at the man inshock. He had assumed that he had just been invited to observe. He had neverimagined that they would give him a weapon. Yuuri knew that he had a reputationas a warrior even here, absolutely deadly on the field and his sword was tingedwith the blood of hundreds of Viktor’s fellow countrymen. He had assumed thatnow he was trapped here forever that none of them would ever risk placing aweapon back in his hand.

The surprise must have shown on his face because Viktor’sexpression darkened a little as he walked over, drawing out a second blade tomatch his own and tossing it to Yuuri, who caught it on instinct.

“You are not a prisoner here.” he told Yuuri, expressionsincere. “You are a prince. You may train whenever you want and come and go asyou please, as it fitting for the consort of a future king. Anyone who saysotherwise will answer to me.”

Still startled Yuuri nodded his gratitude, swinging theblade experimentally as he got used to the balance of the familiar grip. At themotion the knights lining the courtyard all began to step back, watching thetwo princes as the stood face to face in the empty space in the center.

“Spar with me.” Viktor asked suddenly and Yuuri tensed,searching his face for any kind of trickery. But there was none. They hadfought before many times over but never on friendly terms, never with any otherintention but to kill.

“Only if you’re prepared to lose.” he shot back instead ofvoicing the thoughts, twirling the blade again but this time in a much flashiermove that existed for show only. Viktor grinned at him and drew his own sword,the bright metal glinting in the sunlight as they began to circle each other.

“I don’t think so.”

Extract from Chapter7 of 15

The warm light of the fire danced of Viktor skin where hewas sitting across from Yuuri, eyes dark and intense. So much had changedbetween them in the months since Yuuri had first arrive and he could hardlybelieve that Viktor was the same man that he had once hated with such a burningpassion.

After their conversation that day he had begun to think onjust how different everything seemed in his eyes now, Viktor most of all.Before, he would never have believed that Viktor would be able to make himlaugh the way he now could, could make him feel such thrill and joy witheverything they did together, every hour they spent in each other’s presence.

And most of all, he would never have imagined the way thatViktor’s kisses made him feel, little stolen moments that left him desperate and aching formore. It had been weeks since their first but Viktor had never pushed, hadnever done more than any gentleman would. But he wasn’t just any gentleman, hewas Yuuri’s husband and their courting might have been entirely backwards but Yuurihad decided he had waited long enough. He saw the way Viktor looked a him, knewthat he wasn’t alone in his desires.

Walking over to where Viktor was sitting he sat down aswell, not on the empty space beside the other man but straddling his legs,letting Viktor’s knees take his weight. Instinctively Viktor’s hand reach up togrip as Yuuri’s sides to steady him and there they remained, gripping tightlyas Viktor swallowed and looked up into Yuuri’s face. His eyes were wide anddark but there was no reluctance in them only desire and affection and anemotion that Yuuri was now sure must be love.

Leaning down to place his hands on either side of Viktor’shead Yuuri bent over so that their faces were almost touching, still sitting inViktor’s lap and smiling as he felt Viktor’s breathing hitch a little at thecloseness.

“You know, we never had a real wedding night.” he purred,flicking out his tongue to wet his lips and watching as Viktor’s eyes followedthe movement without thought. “I think it’s time we fixed that, don’t you.”

Yuuri could feel the way Viktor’s hands flexed and tightenedon his skin and Viktor finally smiled back, leaning up so that their foreheadswere touching and they were almost breathing the same air, lips tantalisinglyclose.

“That,” he said, running a hot hand up Yuuri’s back andmaking him shiver in delight. “can definitely be arranged.

Extract from Chapter10 of 15

Yuuri struggled against the grip of the guards, pullingdesperately at the hands clamped like iron bands around his arms as theydragged him forwards. He was a seasoned warrior, he knew how to fight hand tohand as well as any man but they had taken him by surprise and there were fartoo many of them for him to break free.

All eyes turned as he was dragged through the hallwaystowards the throne room, everyone from the highest noble to the lowest servantturning to watch the scene unfold before them. News traveled quickly in thepalace and Yuuri knew that soon every soul in the building would know that thePrince Consort had been arrested and taken to an audience with the king. Andafter the events of the night before there would be no question as to thereason why.

When they finally reach the throne room Yuuri was hauled insideand thrown unceremoniously to the floor in front of the raised dais at the farend of the room. The king was sitting on his throne, as regal looking as everbut with the fresh scar still standing out fresh and vivid across his cheek andthe second throne beside him conspicuously empty. But Yuuri barely spared aglance at the man, all his attention fixed on the figure standing by his side,face drawn and pale.

Viktor was dressed in his formal robes of court, the crownof the heir apparent resting on his head and looking every inch the prince hewas. His face was cold and stoic, a facade Yuuri had seen him use many timesbefore when dealing with his duties as a prince but Yuuri could see it for themask it was. Could see the hidden pain the expression concealed, a pain thatflared up as his husband was thrown to the ground at his feet with swords drawnand pointed at his unprotected back.

“Yuuri Katsuki” the king began and Yuuri flinched becausethat hadn’t been his name for more than half a year now since he had marriedinto the Nikiforov dynasty. Initially he had been enraged at the loss of thefamily name he was so proud of but as his feelings for Viktor had grown hishatred for the name had gradually begun to fade. And more than that, he hadarrived as an enemy warrior, an enemy prince, and the name bestowed by his marriageto Viktor was the only thing keeping him safe in an empire that despised hisown. If they were using his old name now the situation was dire and he was invery great danger.

“You have been charged with treason against the Empire,conspiracy to overthrow the crown, consorting with the enemy, attempted murderand murder. Do you have any last words before we decide your fate?”

To one side of the hall Yuuri could see the Advisor lurking,a smile twisting maliciously on his face and he almost lunged for the manbefore the cold feeling of steel beneath his shoulder blades forced him to backdown. The set-up had been so perfect, so flawless that even Yuuri might havebelieved it had it not been him standing as the accused.

“You’re making a mistake.” he tried, feeling the desperationbegin to claw its way up his throat. There was nothing he could say in his owndefence, no proof of his innocence that would sway the heart of the king.Instead, he turned to the one man he trusted above all others, praying he wouldlisten even when no-one else would.

“Viktor, I didn’t do it. You know I wouldn’t.”

“Don’t try and play to my son’s sympathies.” The kingsnapped, anger sparking in his eyes as his hands gripped tight around the armsof his throne. “You dare try and plead you innocence after everything you havedone. You are a deceitful and treacherous liar and I would advise you to choseyour words carefully as they may be the last you ever say.”

“Viktor please listen to me. I had nothing to do with this.”Yuuri tried again but he was cut off by a strike to the back of his skull with thepommel of a sword, sending his head reeling as he jerked forwards.

“We already have evidence of your crimes.” The guard who hadhit him spat and the worst part was that there was nothing Yuuri could say inhis own defence. He had been tricked, manipulated and he had through he wasdoing the right thing, protecting his people in the only way he could. But hisactions had laid the seeds for the betrayal and it was only when the full plothad finally become clear in his eyes the night before that he realised he hadjust been a puppet dancing on a string, a single pawn to be sacrificed in amuch greater and more terrible game. He might not have committed the worst ofthe crimes for which he was being accused but there was none in the whole kingdomwho would believe it now.

Maybe Viktor once would have because he had loved Yuuri andtrusted him in a way that no-one else ever had. But that was gone now, gonewith Viktor’s mother and gone with the fragile peace that had been protectingboth their kingdoms ever since their marriage pact had been sealed.

“If you have so little honour that you refuse to admit toyour own guilt then you will not be given the mercy of an honourable death.”The king proclaimed and the words made a cold horror wash trough Yuuri, trueterror rising in him for the first time as the guards grabbed his arms again tohaul him away.

Ever since he had arrived his one goal had been to keep thepeace between the two empires, his marriage to Viktor the ties that bound thetwo together. That changed them from bitter enemies to grudging allies. Neitherof their countries had yet recovered from the war that had nearly destroyedthem and if it began anew all would be lost.

But if Yuuri died, if he was killed by order of the kingthen the revenge his sister would enact would be swift and devastating. Shewould spare nothing and no-one in her quest to avenge her brother’s death andto enact justice for the peace contract that would be broken as soon as lifeleft him. She would never believe he was the traitor they were all proclaiminghe was and she would not hesitate to go to war against the ones who had killedthe last surviving member of her family.

“Listen to me.” he all but screamed, the sound echoing likea thunderclap around the hall that was now filled with whispers as thecourtiers discussed his fate in hushed whispers. He already knew that theywouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t believe him because he had been saying thesame thing over and over again long into the previous night and it had changednothing. “If you kill me then you’re playing right into their hands. They wantthe war to resume, they’re the real traitors. They’re playing us, they’replaying us all.”

“Your majesty, the traitor has no proof of his claims and wehave much of his crimes.” The advisor said in a hushed tone that still carriedfar out across the room for all to hear as he stepped up to speak in the king’sear. “I suggest you deal with him swiftly.”

“He will be executed at sunrise.” The king confirmed andYuuri could see the way Viktor closed his eyes, finally allowing the pain toshow on his face.

Yuuri knew that Viktor believed him guilty, knew that hewould have believed the same of Viktor in the same circumstances if theirsituations were reversed because the plot to tear their world’s apart was fartoo masterful for any of them to have been able to see it coming. But he couldn’thelp but try one last time.

“Viktor please.” he begged as he was dragged backwards to thedoorway and the fate that waited beyond. “Please.”

But Viktor made no move to speak, standing perfectly stillwith one had clamped around the back of the empty throne where his mother hadonce sat and pain clear in his bright blue eyes. The same blue eyes that justdays previously had gazed into Yuuri’s own and proclaimed his love, proclaimedhow happy he was that Yuuri had come into his life and how he prayed that theywould be together forever. Eyes that were now watching as Yuuri was taken away,eyes wet with moisture and a single tear glistening as it rolled silently downhis cheek.

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