spanish castle

Headcanon: Bridezilla Viktor

Viktor has no chill. Viktor is always extra. So:

One day, Yuuri saw a notebook on the dining table. He recognized that. Viktor has been writing on it fervently for the last few days. To satisfy his curiosity, he opened it. There were a few rough sketches of what looks like costumes. There were pages of incomprehensible scribbles that he now knew as Russian cursive writing. Then finally he saw a list in English. Yuuri started reading Viktor’s pretty flowing script:

1. We have to get married thrice. First is traditional Russian way. Second is traditional Japanese way. Last is for it to be on ice.

2. There must be ice sculptures of meaningful locations (like Hasetsu Castle, the Spanish cathedral where they exchanged rings, etc.)  both during the ceremony and the reception.

3.  There must be an orchestra to play Stammi Vicino during the wedding march and Yuri On Ice during the vows.

4. The reception will offer 5 star quality food from Russian, French, Thai, Spanish, and Japanese cuisine. Drinks offered are champagne, vodka, sparkling water, and ice wine.

5. Our wedding cake must be 10 feet high and decorated with swarovski crystals and edible gold.

As Yuuri continued reading, his eyes grew wider and wider with mounting incredulity.

20. There must be a dancing pole and a dance off during the reception.

21. Yuuri and I must have three wedding outfits: 1. for the ceremony, 2. for the reception, 3. for the dance. That’s a total of 9 outfits.

22. Our color theme will be white and gold.

23. All of our gold medals will be displayed!

The list goes on and on but before Yuuri could even see the end of it, the notebook was snatched away by a horrified Viktor.

“Don’t read it! I’m not done yet!” The Russian cradled it close to his chest as he looked at Yuuri in betrayal.

“What?!” The Japanese stared at him in awe with a twinge of fear. “It’s not yet finished?”

“Of course! There so many things we need for our wedding! It has to be perfect!” The man replied with a heart shaped smile.

What did I get myself into?! Yuuri could only think as he absentmindedly pet Makkachin. He’s too busy watching Viktor who was writing more on his notebook while humming In Regards to Love: Eros.

It was probably the suggestion, but I thought I saw the soldier from Master of the house in Beauty and the Beast and I almost screamed in the cinema.

The Red Castle was built on ancient roman ruins, dating as far back as 1510 during the Spanish occupation of Tripoli and continues to be painted a clay red since. During the Ottoman Empire the castle became the residence of the Turkish governor and structures were added on. The Saraya is a maze of rooms, colonnade and courtyards making it a city within a city.


Palacio de las Dueñas, Seville, of The Pineda Family, of The Marquesses of Tarifa, of The Marquesses of Villanueva del Rio and The Dukes of Alba