Damn Dead Man
Title: Damn Dead Man
Author: hottee39
Rating: T
Warnings: Minor Lime ahead, cursing
Summary:Wolfram's out to murder Yuuri. What for? I mean all he did was re-appear in a bath full of naked woman and had the hardest hard on ever!
Once upon a time in Shin Makoku, there was a fifteen year old teenager who was the Maou. He had a male fiancé which he was heavily dead set against. He never liked guys and had declared that he never will. Even when he has a pure-blooded Mazoku with the finest and softest blonde hair, the most expressive emerald eyes and a nice lovely body to boot, he still denies having any attraction for guys.
"YUURI!" As usual, the royal couple was having another one of their comical rows once again. Heads only turned for a mere moment before returning to their duties. It was a natural occurrence. However, this time, the situation seemed really serious as many turned back to stare with shock. The blonde prince was practically stomping through the hallways; his fiery aura could practically be seen as he did so. No one dared near him, fearing to be burnt by that aura alone. Watching the blonde fiancé stomped down the hallways of Blood Pledge Castle, everyone came to on,e conclusion.
The king was one dead man.
"YUURI!" The blonde prince, known as Von Bielefeld Wolfram, bellowed out as he slammed open the double doors to the bath. He inwardly smirked when he found his target. Wide onyx stared back at him in fright. He had yet to change into any clothes, not counting the towel around his waist, the moment he returned from Earth and here was Wolfram already emanating hell. He must have heard of the incident.
Shibuya Yuuri was one dead man.
"Look Wolfram! It was an accident! I didn't mean to travel back through the women's bath! It's all Shinou's fault!"
If possible, Wolfram scowled even further. His hand immediately gripped his sword handle with a fearsome grasp. Yuuri noticed the vein popping on the fist alone. He swallowed in fear, his nervous laughter bubbling up his throat as he schemed of ways to save himself.
"Accident?" Wolfram questioned in a slow, menacing voice. It was almost as if he was tempting Yuuri to rephrase the statement. Most likely, he was, and rather to his preference. When he was met with a confused expression, which only served to annoy him further, he elaborated. "So entering a bath full of naked woman made you so distressed that you had the hardest hard on anyone had ever seen?!"
Yuuri had the audacity to blush. Wolfram can be so blunt with his statements at times. Noticing the blush for the wrong reason, the blonde unleashed his sword. "So THAT was an accident?!"
"Yeah it was!" Yuuri tried hard to defend himself.
"You seem pretty happy recalling the scene." He sweared if looks could kill, his body parts would be all over the place by now.
"No, no! That's not it!" Yuuri flailed his arms about, hoping it would convince and cool the hot-headed prince. He was paid no heed.
Shibuya Yuuri was definitely one dead man.
"I'll fucking cut your dick off!"
One soon-to-be dickless man.
"Ah! Wolfram no!" Yuuri ducked from the first swing before backing up quickly from the approaching blonde, desperately dodging every attack. Due to the commotion, the Maou failed to see the bucket behind him beside the bath that he tripped over it and accidentally pulled Wolfram along with him.
The sword clattered onto the floor. The room empty of any occupants.
In the water, they fell into the deepest parts that they were practically flying about with the weightless gravity. They struggled for air but not before losing some accessories. Yuuri's towel literally swam away from him. They emerged, taking big gasps of air. The incident still didn't deter the blonde's anger. In fact, it only fuelled it.
Fiery eyes glared at him before looming nearer. Panicked, Yuuri tried to seek for an escape only to be back up against the wall. Smooth hands grabbed his shoulder and dunked him under the water with great strength. Yuuri made the accident of talking in water, losing precious air. He was shortly rewarded with another breath of air before being submerged under the water once again. Yuuri was frantically thinking how to save himself.
The next time he emerged he grabbed hold of the latter's shoulders and dragged him down too. They wrestled underwater, tossing and turning and what not until finally Wolfram had his back against the wall with Yuuri holding him down. They both were panting quite heavily from their exercise. Wolfram was having a harder time because of his clothes pulling dead weight onto him. Yuuri, well, he was as free as the day he was born.
Droplets of water leaked from the tips of blonde hair, some of the sunshine tresses sticking to Wolfram's face. His emerald eyes were half-lidded. The pink tongue that darted out to lick pink lips seemed so enticing. "You cheater." The blonde whispered in a hush whisper.
Yuuri leaned in close, blowing wisps of teasing hot air onto the earlobe. He was already half hard from their close proximity. He pressed himself against the other, whispering huskily. He had no doubt that Wolfram felt it too. "I was hard because of you." The blonde elected a gasp, though was it due to the words that Yuuri said or the thigh rubbing against his rising erection, he did not know. "I was thinking about how wonderful you were during our first, how well you were performing, how beautiful you looked when you were moaning my name." He nibbled on the earlobe.
"Yuuri!" The blonde begged weakly against him. His ears were his most sensitive parts and Yuuri knew that well. He used it to his fullest advantage, loving every needy cry from the Mazoku prince. The king was relentless and continued to teasingly suck on the appendage. Every suck increasing the rising of hips that buck against his. In the end he released his hold, though not without its rewards.
Glancing down at the blonde man, half-lidded emerald eyes were staring back at him. His eyes were glazed over with want, face flushed pink, with a tongue sticking out to lick dry lips. "Want to know what I was really doing before I came?" A blunt nod replied his question. Putting their foreheads together, forcing their eyes to gaze into the depths of their souls. Wolfram's lips quivered slightly from the intensity. It would be a lie to say that even Yuuri was not affected by the simple act. With confident black eyes, hot breath teasing the latter's lips, he revealed his answer.
"I was coming for you."
"Ungh!" Wolfram was silence with a fierce kiss that made his insides run wild. The declaration was enough to make his knees wobble and his erection twitch. Yuuri always had that power on him. The power to make him breathless, to make him want, to make him beg, to make him cry, to make him scream, to make him hungry for more. Yuuri took pride that he was the only one who could make him this way. A cocky grin plastered itself onto his face. Wolfram wanted him... badly.
Shibuya Yuuri was one lucky bastard.
Cries of passion and lust were muffled by the thick double doors; the activity was a secret from all. Even though he has a pure-blooded Mazoku with the finest and softest blonde hair, the most expressive emerald eyes and a nice lovely body to boot, he still denies having any attraction for guys. Yes. Even Wolfram, because quite frankly Yuuri is not attracted to Wolfram, he is in LOVE with the blonde fire Mazoku.
"Yuuri! I think I'm going to-!"
Damn.
Shibuya Yuuri was definitely one lucky bastard.
AN: Thanks for reading so far. Just another one to keep everyone happy until the next chapter of Distortion is up. This was just some random I had. Did it while I was in the bus, on the way to tuition my student. Want to know how you guys found it!
Please leave review with a few words or one. Thanks! :)
Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 8:05 AM
ayrie//:39
And to Think It All Started With A Sentence
Title: And to Think It All Started With A Sentence
Author: hottee39
Rating: Pg-13 +
Summary:Yuuram. Mix a blackout, a blonde mazoku, a double-black king who is in denial and hates boys, a great sage and a box of twister, and you get a horny Yuuri!
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And to think it all started with a sentence.
Yuuri really ought to think before speaking.--
Wolfram had followed Yuuri back to Earth, claiming he wanted to ensure Yuuri didn’t cheat on him. It was a first, that Yuuri had voluntarily (don’t include the threats) allowed Wolfram to follow him back to Earth without any real reason or mission, although the blonde prince did have a personal mission of keeping Yuuri’s eyes off skirts and other pretty boys. Murata suspected that Saralegui was responsible for making the blonde even more protective against pretty boys. Anyway the geeky Great Sage found the turn of events amusing and decided to come along just for the fun of it.
However, when they did return, they found out that the Shibuya household had suffered a blackout. No electricity was available and a heavy storm was pouring outside. The Shibuya parents were out for dinner and Shori was with Bob. That only left the three of them stuck in the house. Not a problem since they could pretty much handle themselves.
They were sitting in the living room, with several candles alight around the room. There was absolutely nothing to do as they sat on the sofa and stared at each other. Wolfram stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Wolfram. Murata stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Murata. Murata stared at Wolfram. Wolfram stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Wolfram. Murata stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Murata. Murata stared at Wolfram. Wolfram was still staring at Yuuri.
Silence reigned the atmosphere...
“Argh! I can’t take it anymore; I’m so bored!!” Yuuri stood up abruptly and stretched his arms back. He caught the other two’s attention at his sudden motion. He never felt worse than death itself sitting in this eerie silence, in the blackest of nights, with no one but his annoying friend and his more annoying fiancé. The never-ending silence was eating at him inside out and if he did not do anything soon he would probably kill himself in the process! Huh? Wait. Did he just admit that the blonde was his fiancé? The boredom had made him insane. Coincidentally, as if the gods had answered his cry, a box fell out of the cabinet behind his back, perking the blonde’s interest and intriguing the four-eyed’s mind.
What they didn’t count on, unfortunately, was that coincidences could be fatal.
A game box fell out onto the floor. Upon closer inspection, the name of the game was called ‘Twister’.
“Well Shibuya seems like the gods have saved us all!” The Great Sage exclaimed out loud, swiping the box away from his friend’s vision. Yuuri was standing still, gazing hesitantly at the white box with coloured dots as decoration.
“What’s that?” Wolfram’s first words since he came here seemed to cut through the silence and had Yuuri’s sole attention on him. Watching emerald eyes observing the fascinating box, Yuuri scratched his scalp wondering how to answer him. He knew how twister games usually turned out and he did not want to explain it Wolfram since the double-black king felt extreme dislike for the infernal thing. If he had his way, Wolfram would never find out. Of course, Yuuri didn’t.
“It’s called Twister, Lord Von Bielefeld.” Even though Murata had a talent for disguising his intentions under his words, Yuuri appeared to acquire super sense and knew where his scheming friend was heading.
“Twister?” He had to admit though that a curious Wolfram emitted the most adorable voice. GYAH! Wolfram is not adorable!
“It’s nothing Wolfram! Don’t listen to him!”
“My, my, Shibuya, defensive are we?”
“Why can’t I listen to him?”
“You just can’t! And you! Shut up Murata!”
“What did I do? I was just going to explain to him the rules of the games.”
“You hiding something from me, are you Yuuri?!”
“No! I’m not!
“It’s really simple. Two or more people can play this game.”
“I’m listening.”
“No! Wolfram don’t!”
“One person would spin the wheel here and will instruct the player to place a part of his limb on a certain colour.”
“That’s all?”
“We don’t need to play the game. It’s really boring.”
“Yuuri. You were complaining about not doing anything earlier. At least we got something to do now.”
“But it’s boring and it would make me even more bored so there’s basically no point.”
“Well think of it as entertaining your fiancé. That’s something you should do.”
“Come on Shibuya! One game wouldn’t hurt! Besides, Lord Von Bielefeld has yet to know of this Earth game yet. It would serve as an enriching lesson.” With the way the light glinted off the bespectacled boy’s glasses, Yuuri regretted ever agreeing.
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And to think it all started with a sentence.
Yuuri really ought to think before speaking.
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Yuuri and Wolfram had their limbs crossing each other and their bodies twisted in weird ways. Murata was having fun watching them squirm. It was a plus that Wolfram never liked to give up and the blonde would never ever forgive Yuuri if he were to give up too, which made Yuuri afraid to just fake a lost. The mazoku prince has sharp eyes. Murata pushed his glasses against his bridge. Maybe he could afford to have a bit more fun with them.
“Shibuya, your left leg on green.”
“Lord Von Bielefeld, your right hand on green.”
“Right leg on red.”
“Left hand on green.” Wolfram had to move under Yuuri torso to find the next available green.
“Right hand on blue.”
“Right leg on yellow.”
“Left hand on blue.”
“Left leg on blue.” Wolfram’s leg had to stretch to the farthest blue which was near the edge. He almost slip, but Murata had counted on the blonde’ resilience to win.
“Left hand on blue.”
“It’s already on blue Murata.” He could distinguish the agony in the young Shibuya’s voice. Too bad he couldn’t laugh or it would destroy his ploy.
“Lord Von Bielefeld, your left hand on red.” For this, Wolfram had to stretch back to the farthest red. His knee accidentally brushed against Yuuri’s crotch and the double black had the audacity to gulp nervously at the violent reactions his body was suffering from the touch. In the end, Wolfram had to bend his body backwards, with his four limbs at the edges of the playing mat.
“Ow! What dumb game gets your body twisted like this?!”
“I told you so!”
“Enough! Shibuya, your left hand on green.” The black-haired teen grumbled under his breath as he reached out for the colour. He never liked this game but he just did it to amuse Wolfram. “Ahh! I need to go to the toilet! Hold on a minute, don’t move!” Before Yuuri could protest, the other teen had already exited the room and gone who knows where!
Sighing, Yuuri looked down at his position, wanting to see how the other was holding up. Surprise he was when all he had to do was look down and he had a pair of wide sparkling emerald eyes staring back into black depths. How?
Then it hit him. Their position could never been anymore perverse. That bloody Murata tricked them! The blonde had his back arched into him, his hands and legs were stretched far apart. Yuuri on the other hand, was basically towering over him. Their breaths were mingling and their bodies were an inch apart. Despite that, Yuuri could feel the body heat emitted from his fiancé. A look of stricken fright struck the emeralds, as if he just realized how provocative the situation was. Maybe they should end the game.
“Wolfram, I think we should stop.”
“What?”
“Unlike mine, your body is twisted in a weird way.”
“Shut up! I’m not a wimp like you! I can hold on!” His exclamation caused him push his body forward. Yuuri swallowed deeply at the blissful friction he experience when their bodies brushed against each other. A flash of emotion flew by those emeralds when he watched the twist of held back emotions on his fiancé’s face.
“Wolfram! Don’t do that!”
“Do what?” He looked like a real wolf right now, with that predatory glare and mocking smirk, as he fringed innocence. He lifted his hips again.
“THAT!” Yuuri gasped. He should not be aroused by such a simple brush. Wolfram was a boy for heaven’s sake! It didn’t matter that he was the most beautiful person Yuuri had ever laid eyes on. It didn’t matter that his body was responding so willingly to Wolfram’s touches. It didn’t matter that his body ached for more. It didn’t matter that he was getting hard. It didn’t matter that Wolfram knew what he was doing to Yuuri. It didn’t matter that Wolfram continued to grind against him. It didn’t matter that Yuuri was enjoying it. It didn’t matter that Wolfram’s increasing panting was turning him on. It didn’t matter that Yuuri thought Wolfram was edible. It didn’t matter that Yuuri had decided to kiss Wolfram so passionately and hungrily. It didn’t matter that Wolfram was eagerly responding and making Yuuri turn even harder. It didn’t matter that Yuuri had pushed Wolfram to the ground and was persistently grinding against him. It didn’t matter that Yuuri was loving every single noise coming from Wolfram’s lips. It didn’t matter that the game was over. In the end, it didn’t matter that Wolfram was a boy. All that matters was that Wolfram is a hot kisser.
And to think it all started with a sentence.
Yuuri really ought to think before speaking.
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“Guess Celi’s special scented candles worked just perfect.” Murata commented as he strolled away from the scene, a smile licking at his lips.
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AN: I had this idea after a party at my house. I’m supposed to be studying but this idea kept bugging me so I just did it to get it out of my system. Love some reviews. Not really my best. Might revise it though. After my exams. Thanks to Lisse88 for keeping me company while I finished this :PLabels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 7:33 AM
ayrie//:39
A Sword's Limit
Author: hottee39
Title: A Sword’s Limit
Characters/Pairing: WolframX Morgif, implied YuuriXWolfram
Rating: PG13
Warning: Kiss from animated object.
Summary: It's a known fact that Morgif like pretty girls. Though maybe he could make an exception. Perverted sword + blonde bishounen ?--
It was a known fact that the legendary sword Morgif had a strong liking for the ladies. Everytime he spots one pretty maid or girl, his eyes would go ga-ga and although it would mean disobeying the maou, his master, he would chase after them. Even though he was a sword with a weary scary face, he still has desires. Yes, everyone knows that whenever a pretty girl walked by, he would chase. However it’s not only pretty girls that Morgif likes.
What he had kept as a secret to himself (which is not that hard since nobody really understands him), was that he had a very strong liking for his master’s blonde fiancé. He loves his fiery passion to fight and protect. How his emeralds would sparkle and gleam with emotions; his sun-kissed hair which would frame his face like a halo made him all the more irresistible. It was true that Morgif never like males to begin since he did not like what lurked at the bottom, but all of that changed when he saw Von Bielefeld Wolfram.
He knew he would get into trouble if he should show his true colours, so he just remained quiet and try his best to keep the blonde by his side. The time in francia when Yuuri did not want Wolfram’s protection, he had very stubbornly disagreed and wanted the blonde to be next to them. The reason? Simple. He liked watching the blonde’s ass when he stands in front of them. How his hips would sashay left and right. How he wish his master would walk a bit more close so he could feel the firmness of his cheeks. He knew of his master’s and the blonde’s budding relationship and for some sour reason accepted it. Despite all that, he kept his restraint.
That was, until he saw the blonde wearing a maid’s outfit in the bedroom on night. The blonde had planned to wait for his master to return from the baths before springing the surprise. He leaped from the side of the bed where he was placed and threw himself at the blonde. It caught Wolfram by surprise as he was tackle to the ground. The frantic cry from his master was a dull reminder in his head as he placed a kiss on the blonde’s lips. Emeralds shot open in surprise before he took a strong grasp of the handle and pulled Morgif away. He stared at the other with frightened eyes, his arms frozen as the reality of the situation settled in on him.
“Eat you.” Those were the first words Morgif had ever pronounced properly, yet it was enough to make the blonde blush like a tomato. It was how his master had found them. Since then, Morgif relished every single moment he could to get close to the blonde. He tastes good.
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AN: Another one which I had written for the lj challenge. Please leave a review. One or a few words doesn't matter because I will still like it.Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Morgif, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 7:32 AM
ayrie//:39
Inventing Passion
Author: hottee39
Title: Inventing Passion
Characters/Pairing: WolframX Annissina, implied YuuriXWolfram
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none.
Summary: The reason why Annissina switched test subject to Wolfram. Is Wolfram really not one for the ladies?
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“Von Bielefeld Wolfram! Where in Shin Makoku are you?!” The red-headed woman ran through the hallways, her loud sing-song voice echoing off the walls. Her blue eyes gleamed with excitement. Many in the castle knew by instinct to get out of her way or they would suffer the ultimate punishment.
Test subject for her inventions.
A loud crash resounded in the castle, followed by a cry of terror. Everyone shook their heads at the misfortunate prince. Sympathising looks were all they could offer. It was not that some were not man enough, on the contrary, it was just that she was just too strong for them. Many of the guards expected the prince to somehow miraculously emerge from the detestable lab alive for at least a few more hours. Many were stunned to see the fire Mazoku prince walking the hallways in no more than ten minutes. His clothes were in order with not even a speck of dirt on him as he walked confidently down the hallways, a smirk on his petulant lips. Question marks filled their heads. Little did they know that the image they envisioned for the prince was not at all what had taken place.
So then, what did happen?
“I’m not coming out Annissina!” The blonde prince tried with desperate attempts to keep the door closed shut. He had been accidentally sighted by Annissina and quickly rushed into the nearest room. He was a second too late in locking the door that now he was practically wrestling the door shut.
“Oh yes you will! It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity that you could test Move-So-Quickly-In-A-Split-Second-kun. It’s an honour that I’m giving you the chance!”
“Sorry but I’m going to give it a pass!”
“I won’t allow it!” All of a sudden, she had enough strength to push the door open, catching Wolfram by the surprise. In the end, Wolfram ended up on the floor with his butt aching from the impact and Annissina falling deliciously onto him, with her chest full of breasts pushing against his torso. Both groaned and had yet to recover from the impact. The red-head inventor levelled herself by supporting her weight on her hands beside the blonde’s head. She grinned victoriously when her vision was filled with emeralds.
“Ah-hah! Target successfully captured!” Was it her, or did those emerald eyes seem pretty infuriated. She passed it off as nothing since she knew that even if Wolfram was pissed, he would not dare throw his temper at her. However, that statement became weaker as every second passed when the blonde continued to glare scornfully at her.
“Annissina get off.” She blinked, he sneered. “I prefer if you would remove your body away from mine. If you have yet to realized, I’m engaged and it would do no good to be in this position with the door open.” That was when realization hit her. That would also explain the lack of blush on the blonde’s cheeks. She knew the blonde preferred males and was seldom embarrassed easily. The look of contempt that he gave her was like a warning. A warning for what?
“Doesn’t Wolfram like the ladies? Men would be flattered to be in your position right –“ She was cut off as a pair of lips captured hers. Caught by surprise, she elected a gasp, which the blonde made full use of, to dive his moist tongue into her cavern. Annissina did not know what to do. She never have thought that the prince would do something as daring as that. But she was lost for words as the muscle in her mouth did a seductive dance that made her allured and close her eyes. Then, the moment she was ready to submit however, he had retreated, smacking his lips in satisfaction, a smirk playing devilishly on his lips. She seemed to be in a daze and was lost for words. Wolfram leaned in towards her ear, cradling her chin gently.
“It’s not that I don’t like women, I just prefer men. They’re more exciting to dominate.” He chuckled before looking back into her eyes. “If you ever want me to test out one of your crazy inventions again, you’ll get what’s coming to you.” He left.
After a while had passed, Annissina came to the conclusion that Wolfram had somehow outwon her. “AARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Well, that was what had happened. It was suppose to teach the inventor a lesson but if anyone really noticed, the red-head had been trying more desperately to get him to try her inventions.
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“Hey Wolfram.”
“Hmm? What is it Gunter?”
“Why is Annissina targeting you now? Not that I mind of course.”
Wolfram smirked. “Cause I’m JUST that good.” He walked off, leaving his words hanging in the air, baffling everyone even the knowing Great Sage Murata.
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AN: This fic was originally written as a KKM lj challenge. But I still pay homage to where my writing skills came from. P Drop a review if you like. I would like to know if I manage to get them tgt alright winks
Labels: Anissina, Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram
Signed Off @ 3:55 PM
ayrie//:39
Sleeping Beauty
Author: hottee39
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Rating: T
Warnings: Minor Lime--
Once upon a time in Shin Makoku, there was a princess. She was born with the fairest skin in all the land, lips as red as a rose and blonde hair that outshone even the sun. With all her ethereal beauty, she was cursed by the wicked wizard, Saralegui. He was angry with Shin Makoku for banishing him from the lands and put a spell on their baby princess. She would fall into a deep slumber when she pricked her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel on her sixteen. Queen Cecelia had destroyed all the spinning wheels in the country and yet, she could not prevent the inevitable outcome. Her three fairy godfathers, Conrad, Gwendal and Gunter, could not save her even when she lived with them for the past sixteen years. In the end there was only one way to save the princess.
True love’s first kiss.
Prince Shibuya Yuuri had seen the princess from afar before and had been entranced by her beauty. It was love at first sight for him. It was simply magical and yet, at the same time, a big thorn in his butt.
“The things I do for true love.” The black-haired prince grumbled as he staggered up the stairs of the tower with his sword. His clothes were in a mess. Soot and dirt powdered his face generously, especially after running away from the dragon. It also did not help that Saralegui was gay and was trying to hit on him while he was captive. He understood that the wizard was pretty but he was not interested. He already had true love waiting for him. “Let’s just hope the princess is worth it.” He received a book to his head at the comment.
“Your highness! Please refrain from making such remarks about the princess!” The fairy godfather, Gunter exclaimed. It was through the help of the three fairies that he could actually get out alive. He had never been more grateful that magic existed. Too bad he had to climb the ten storey tower on his own just to earn his right.
“We’re almost there you highness.” The fairy godfather, Conrad announced, knowing it brought some hope to the young prince. It did, as black eyes widened in thankfulness. When they finally reached the top, the third fairy godfather, Gwendal, opened the door for the prince in a gruff manner. He used his magic and cleaned Yuuri up making him more presentable.
“The princess is waiting.” They waited at the door while he went in. The room was stark naked except for a single bed where a figure laid. Yuuri went in, walking slowly. When he reached in the bed, he stared in awe at the beauty. This time he managed to get a proper look at her. The rumours were true of her beauty. Her short wavy hair shone with ethereal beauty and her fair skin glowed like an angel’s skin. Her red lips were just begging to be kissed.
Her face was all the confirmation Yuuri needed before he leaned over. The princess was wearing a dress but she appeared to be flat in terms of chest size. The rumours never mentioned she had big breasts in the first place.
“Could you just hurry it up?!” He turned slightly to notice that Gwendal was getting annoyed. One thing he learnt was that Gwendal never had enough patience. He averted his attention back to the princess. He kissed her.
Her lips felt cold to the touch but they quickly warmed up. He was momentarily stunned when he felt her lips moving against his. There was just something so additive about her lips that he totally forgot about his surroundings. He deepened the kiss and heard her moan back. After a few moments, they separated. He reopened his eyes, waiting in anticipation for the princess’s revival. Emerald eyes were revealed to him. They were the most beautiful jewels he had ever seen. He placed a tender hand on her cheek. Confusion swam clearly in her eyes as she panted for air from the breath-taking kiss she had just received. She had yet to notice Yuuri, so concentrated she was to realize her surroundings that such things were not her first priority. After coming to the conclusion that she did not know where she was, her eyes turn to the side only to set her sights on Yuuri. With his tender yet goofy expression and warm hand cradling her cheek, she realized who he was. Licking her lips, her eyes widened as she comprehended what had just took place.
“What the hell! You kissed me!” The princess pushed the comforting hand away, fear of the situation grabbing a good hold of her emotions. Prince Yuuri was stunned at the outburst. That certainly was not the way a princess should speak in, but he felt that the princess’s voice sounded off.
“Yes, I did kiss you and in turn saved you from an endless slumber. The least you could do, is thank me.” He annoyingly remarked, which earned him a good green glare.
“Gwendal, Conrad, Gunter! Explain to me why on Shin Makoku did he kiss me!”
“Simple. You touched the spindle of the spinning wheel and fell into a deep slumber that can only be awakened by true love’s first kiss. Thus, he kissed you and you have awakened.” Conrad merrily explained, a smile playing on his lips.
“WHAT! He’s my true love?”
“You didn’t have any complaints when he kissed you.” Gwendal annoyingly stated. Red powdered the royal couple’s cheek.
“T-Th-That’s different!”
“Do you have to be so loud? I thought you were a princess.”
“YOU IDIOT!”
“What did I do this time?!”
“I’m not a princess!”
“You aren’t?”
“No! For heaven’s sake.” Wolfram grabbed Yuuri’s hand and let him feel his crotch. At this point, Yuuri’s face could equal a tomato.
“Wolfram! Restrain yourself!” Gunter cried indignantly.
“Y-y-you’re a guy?!” Yuuri’s eyes widened with surprise.
“You feel it don’t you!”
“Wolfram!” Gunter cried again. Gwendal and Conrad did not care so much since the prince was alive and well again.
“But I thought you said she or he was a princess!”
“Look here, do you think there would be anyone coming to rescue him if we said he’s a prince? Princesses don’t have the guts to go through what you did and princes would not want to know that they were marrying a guy.”
“Then what about..”
“You’re different. If you really cared about things like that, the spell would not have been broken and Wolfram would continue to sleep. You just needed a little push.” Conrad delightfully provided. A thoughtful look shaded his features. Unconsciously, his fingers flexed against the muscle in his hand, resulting in emeralds to flinch. The prince’s hand still held the hand at his privates. Noticing this, Yuuri sighed.
“Could you leave us alone?” The three fairy godfathers were totally blown away by the request. Before the Prince was actively against being with Wolfram, and now he was requesting time alone with him. They wondered what he was up to. Yet they nodded in approval and left the room. When the door closed, the blonde turned towards the prince.
“So wi-,” He was interrupted when Yuuri occupied his mouth with a pair of lips and tongue. Yuuri pulled away momentarily, grinning at the stunned expression on the blonde’s face. “Wh-What?” He received another kiss. “I,” He was pushed back onto the bed. “What has-,” Another kiss. “gotten into you?” Wolfram managed to breathe out. His eyes were glazed with passion but he struggled to hold Yuuri off to wait for a proper answer.
“Huh?” Receiving a green glare, he growled out in frustration.
“I don’t really care that you’re a guy! Heck, it just means I don’t need to hold back.”
“Hold back?”
“I can just have my way with you!” Wolfram blushed, but was it the words he spoke or the hand sliding up his thigh, he did not know.
“Then you really don’t care that I’m a guy?”
“I have the most beautiful person on Earth as my love. I’m not complaining.”
“Yuuri..” He was silenced by another kiss. Meanwhile, the three fairy godfathers were standing outside the door. To be frank, it was the first time in a long time that they blushed so hard from hearing the noises that escalated from the room.
“Ah! Wolfram!” Gunter cried out. He had taken care of Wolfram as a baby and was attached to him. Hearing in him in that kind of situation almost made him faint. Even Gwendal had to try to restrain him
Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 3:51 PM
ayrie//:39
Valentine's Grave
You drove me to be like this
You made mad and insane
You drove me off the roof
You opened the way to hell for me
You abused my generosity
You took for grant like the spoiled bitch you are
You silenced me with threats to throw me out
Your murdered me, ever so slowly
Now I’m going to stop you
Now I’m going to finish this
Now I’m going to wipe your goddamn smirk off your face
Now I’m going to jump and make you dead
People are mistaken if you’re the only one at fault
People are mistaken if he was never to be blamed as well
People are mistaken if revenge never started it all
People are mistaken if revenge is never going to finish this
Men are evil beings, loving the cries of pain elicited from others
Men are greedy beings, wanting everything and never getting enough
Men are filthy beings, thinking of sex and women
Men are despicable beings, lying their way through to everything
Happy Valentine’s Day, the day for couples to fuck
Happy Valentine’s Day, the day for couple to use evil money on gifts
Happy Valentine’s Day, the day for couples to want more and be greedy
Happy Valentine’s Day, the day for couples to hurt each other and end their journey
I never wanted it to end this way, but it’s too late
Your mercy cards have run out so you have to pay up
Happy Valentine’s Day my lovely sisters
Hope your love rots in hell bitches
Labels: Poetry
Signed Off @ 3:47 PM
ayrie//:39
Truth Behind the Vows
Summary: Yuuram. As Yuuri watched the appealing ass walk away, he grumbled in regret for opening his big mouth.
I take you to be my wedded husband.
Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku, has declared many times over that he was straight and was never once interested in guys; ALL THE GUYS. Yes, everyone was surprised that their King was not even interested in the blonde beauty, Von Bielefeld Wolfram.
Black eyes slid closed at the pressure of the blonde's lips on his. Even though he was straight, meaning he was not interested in guys at all, he could not help wondering why he allowed the blonde to steal his first kiss. He also had no idea why he responded back just as passionately.
There was a saying somewhere he read that love has no reason. Maybe it was true after all. Just maybe after three years of engagement, he had fallen for the blonde along the way which is more than just a simple interest.
He loves Wolfram.
Never doubt it because they were getting married.
To have and to hold,
In the dark of the night, after the day's activities, the royal couple laid together in bed. The blonde having nodded off during their conversation. Watching the blonde struggle to stay awake was adorable to Yuuri as he hugged the figure closer to his body.
He loves watching the blonde sleep at night. His black eyes would trace the long lashes and cute nose; those thin pale lips slightly swollen from their make out session earlier. He finally realized what others saw of the blonde that he never realized earlier. He felt like the luckiest man alive to have Wolfram in their bed, cuddled against his chest, and their wedding date nearing fast.
He stroked a pale cheek which he graced with a soft kiss before following his partner into slumber.
From this day forward,
This was it. This was the day they had been waiting for; what everyone had been waiting for. The royal couple were to be wed officially and as the blonde entered the temple in a pristine white suit that contrasted against his soon-to-be-husband's, everyone held their breaths in awe.
As the ceremony carried on, everyone present were bubbling with anticipation, worried something bad might ruin this reunion. The couple said their vows and before the Great Sage could proclaim them husband and husband, Yuuri was already kissing the life out of Wolfram the moment the words 'I do' left the blonde's lips. Even though it was not according to the ceremony, what the heck?
Everyone cheered!
For better, for worse,
Yuuri woke up when Wolfram kicked his hip and made him fall out of bed. After a hard day of dealing with the various village attacks, all the double black wanted was a good night of sleep! But could he get it? No, because his husband slept like a tornado when he was dead tired! Not to mention they had a fight earlier and the push out of the bed only annoyed him further.
Pissed and agitated he grabbed his pillow with the intention of sleeping in another room when a hand grabbed his night shirt. Turning around he saw drowsy emerald eyes staring back at him questioningly.
"Did I kick you out of bed again?" When Yuuri didn't answer, it confirmed the blonde's suspicion. He tugged on the blue shirt, coaxing him to return to bed. Sighing in resignation at the pleading look, he tossed the pillow back onto the bed and slid back under the sheets. Almost immediately, the blonde cuddled against his torso; he rested his head under the Yuuri's chin.
"I'm sorry for kicking you again." He placed a kiss at his husband's shoulder. The action sucked out all the annoyance out of Yuuri. He returned the kiss into the blond hair, his hand coming up to stroke the strands.
"It's ok. Go back to sleep." He felt a nod and watched his husband slow breathing to indicate that he was sleeping.
Yuuri loves Wolfram, no doubt about that.
Even his sour painful points too.
For richer, for poorer,
In Shin Makoku, he had all the riches at his expenses to spoil his husband. However on Earth, he was just a regular citizen with no extra cash to spare except his savings.
Sure he could not bring Wolfram anywhere really classy and expensive but he could bring the blonde out for a movie or a picnic at the park. Even though it's raining and the picnic was totally spoiled, Wolfram did not really mind.
Kissing in the rain is certainly an experience worth a spoiled date.
In sickness or in health,
"Ah-choo." Yuuri grabbed a tissue which the blonde prince offered to blow his nose. His head felt heavy and his body felt hot and cold at the same time. He was positioned against the headboard since he was supposed to be eating, even though he did not have an appetite.
Wolfram raised another spoonful of porridge towards him which Yuuri pouted in rejection. Agitated slightly, but not wishing to scold his weak husband, he clicked his tongue to accompany his reprimanding stare. Hesitantly he opened his mouth as the spoon slid in.
Satisfied, Wolfram tucked Yuuri back into bed, gracing him a kiss for his good behaviour. When he observed his husband sleeping again, he cleaned up everything and brought it away.
He held his breath. He love Yuuri but that did not include his smelly vomit.
To love and to cherish 'till death do us part.
Wolfram should have known this day would come. Yuuri was half-human so his lifespan was a lot shorter than a Mazoku's. But as he felt the warmth leaving those familiar lips, he could hold back the tears that trailed down his fair cheeks onto the paling wrinkled cheek below him.
He gripped his husband's hand with desperation, shaking with overbearing loneliness when he felt the life leave the body before him. It should not be this way. He lifted his head to stare at his husband, wanting to discern the fact that he was really dead. Watching the silent look on his husband face, he felt like he was eaten by his own fire. It could not be this way. It SHOULD NOT be this way! Yuuri promised to always be there! No matter what! Greta had already left them and Conrad and Gwendal and Gunter and their parents! Yuuri could not leave him! He was going to be alone!
"Yuuri." He whispered softly, afraid of the actual truth, still denying that Yuuri was dead.
"Yuuri." He called out a bit more louder, and was still met with no response. Panic filled him.
"Yuuri! Yuuri you wimp! This is not funny! You better wake up if you don't want me to fry your ass! Yuuri! Yuuri! Yuuri!" The blonde's voiced broke, sobbing his dead husband's name.
"YYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Wolf! Wolf, wake up!" Emerald eyes shot open, shock to see concern black eyes piercing into his. He launched himself into the other, desperately hugging the other fiercely. He sobbed in the warm torso as his husband tried to quieten him with calming words.
"I'm here. It's ok."
And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness.
"Cheater!" Yuuri turned around abruptly from the disappearing maid. He smiled at his fast approaching husband.
"Hi dear!"
"Don't 'hi dear' me-" He was cut off when his husband suddenly took his hand and made him do a turn.
"Very nice, I like the new outfit." He complimented, totally ignoring the reprimanding tone, before pulling Wolfram in and dipping him like they were dancing. He stared into emerald eyes with a mischievous glint. "It looks hot on you. How about we disappear for an hour somewhere?" He offered with a lift of his eyebrows. Wolfram blushed, understanding what his husband was talking about.
Somebody cleared there throat behind them. They glanced back to see a woman. Yuuri brought Wolfram to stand upright so that he could address the lady.
"So how is it?" She inquired. Glancing back at his husband, he looked at her and smiled.
"It's perfect, I'll have it." He agreed with a nod. The brunette smiled back approvingly and was walking back to the room to collect her tailor stuff. Wolfram jerked with surprise when he felt his husband place his head on his left shoulder. Yuuri observed Wolfram's face with annoyance out of the corner of his eyes.
"Say, you seem to be pretty familiar with her."
"What's your point?"
"Well up until now you have always accused me of cheating but what about you?"
"Are you accusing me of cheating?!" Wolfram remove himself from his husband's reach to stare at him face to face. Emeralds were already glaring daggers at him.
"No, no, no, no, no, no! That was not what I meant!"
"Then what did you mean?"
"I meant that just because I am friendly with some people doesn't mean-" Wolfram clicked his tongue.
"A good excuse to start cheating."
"God! I can't win with you, can I?" That earned a smile from Wolfram, he stepped forward, tilting his head in amusement at his husband's distress.
"What kind of a question is that? Of course you can't." He turned around and walked away. Yuuri pouting even though his eyes were glued to his husband's ass. "Oh and by the way Yuuri!" The blonde called out, not stopping in the hallways as he continued walking. "Thanks to that comment you made, you're not getting any for a week."
Yuuri groaned in realization that Wolfram was ACTUALLY teasing him when he walked away so sensually slow. He growled before stomping the other way. "Sometimes I just hate him."
Well, hate equals to love after all.
Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 5:46 PM
ayrie//:39
I've got an new idea for a fic. I haven't gotten into it yet. I still have yet to finish my current fic Distortion and i think this next fic would be done in silence. I would finish it and then post it up. It would be better for everyone.
Anyway the fic is going to be about Wolfram and Yuuri having a one night stand. They were drunk and they met at at a club, had some hot dancing, a drinking contest and then they headed over to one of their houses since one of them were drunk of the drinking contest. Then they had a fun time.
The next morning Wolfram woke up next to Yuuri and AHHHH!!!!! And then Wolfram would never leave Yuuri because of his honour. hmm... still got more to clarify but i think that's all i want to note down for now.
Till next time.
Labels: Muses
Signed Off @ 10:18 PM
ayrie//:39
Because
Title: Because
Author: hottee39
Rating: T
Summary: Yuuram. Wolfram dreams about Yuuri. Wolfram could never say ‘I love you’ without being indirect. To dream of wonderful things only to wish they could happen. It’s wishful thinking really.--
I wish dreams were like wishes and wishes came true;
Because in my dreams, I’m always with you.--
The figure on the bed began to budge as the sheets ruffled and the bed creaking. The morning sun was hiding behind the curtains but a small ray of light managed to peep through. As the blonde slowly opened his eyes, the minor brightness was enough to make him groan and turn over. He was barely startled by the arm that coiled around his waist to pull him against the latter’s torso. He felt a nose nuzzling into his neck; the latter’s black hair tickling his cheek into irritation.
“Yuuri…” Wolfram groaned with his eyes closed, still needing their much needed sleep. “It’s early in the morning. I want to sleep.” The hold on him only tightened.
“Come on Wolf, it’s time to wake up.”
“I don’t want to.” His voice was slightly muffled since the blonde hide his face against his pillow, a smile threatening to break out.
“You have to.”
“I want to sleep.”
“Do you really love sleeping that much?” Yuuri was teasing him. He could practically feel the smile spread on his shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Even more than me?”
“Yes!”
“I’m hurt.”
“You’ll live.”
“Can’t I at least get a morning kiss?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Then I can’t sleep anymore.”
“Isn’t that the whole idea?” he heard the cheekiness in his fiancé’s voice. Annoyed by the early teasing not to mention the long leg that currently hugged his own legs in a suggestive manner, Wolfram smacked the thigh. It recoiled back just as he wanted. Then the blonde turned around and snuggled into his fiancé’s chest. “Now shut up and be a good pillow, wimp.” Hearing the other chuckle, the heaving chest and the calming heartbeat, the blonde was lulled back into dreams.
--
Emerald eyes reluctantly open as the grasps of reality got a hold on him. There, on the other side of the bed, was no one sleeping next to him. Instead, the king-sized bed was entirely empty with the exception of him. No arms were surrounding him and nobody’s body heat was keeping him warm. There was no scent of Yuuri either.
The blonde shut his eyes immediately to prevent his eyes from showing any emotion. His heart ached painfully like a sword had just pierced right through, but only worse. His fists clenched the sheets tightly, as if the act alone could satiated his emotions and stop the teary liquid that was soon going to overflow his eyes. He bite his lip and swallowed, not wanting a sob to escape, knowing it would break him; his self-control all together and start crying…again.
Suddenly the scene of Yuuri leaving Shin Makoku behind and leaving through the open portal crossed his mind. Leaving Shin Makoku; leaving his fiancé; leaving him; taking his heart. A sob escaped and the blonde tried to muffle his cries into the pillow. It wouldn’t do well for anyone to hear him crying. They would think of him weak. They would think their assumptions of him being nothing of a soldier but a fragile pretty doll was true. That he was not a man. He had embarrassingly broken down in front of his brothers and many others that day six months ago. He could trust them to understand but he couldn’t let him think that after several months he was still this weak.
That no good wimp. He couldn’t even turn around and say good-bye. He spitefully remarked, though inwardly he was thankful that Yuuri didn’t see him break down. He needed to be strong for Yuuri when he was not. And he would continue to do so; even if he was to be the next Maou. I’ll protect what you left behind.
--
“Idiot! Stay still will you?” They were in the bedroom and Yuuri was going to attend a party which celebrates the Shin Makoku Alliance in the ballroom downstairs. Wolfram already had on his celebration uniform in the standard blue of his unit. It was more royal compared to the others and there seemed to be more black to it than the others. He was ready long before.
Yuuri on the other hand had only recently returned back from his paperwork and was rushing to get ready. He had already taken a bath, when Gunter had reminded him to hurry. He panicked and tried to put on his newly tailored outfit. It was redesigned to look more than a simple black uniform and more regal with gold trimming at the edges. The buttons were more flat too. Wolfram had walked in when Yuuri had just finished wearing his pants and was putting on his inside shirt.
Wolfram had sighed as his fiancé fumbled with the buttons and was unconsciously crinkling the blouse. He had pushed the black-haired king’s hands away and calmly, but quickly, re-buttoned it properly. Yuuri blinked at the action. Wolfram started to get annoyed when Yuuri was twitching in anxiety.
“I can’t help it. I’m afraid I’m going to be late.” Wolfram snorted. He finished up the buttons and proceeded to grab the remaining garment on the bed. Yuuri looked at himself in the mirror, smothering out any mishaps. His old habit of relaxing while Wolfram got things done kicked in. He did not have to worry since Wolfram was going to retrieve the top part of his uniform.
“Keep that up and you’ll be late and a mess.” He glared annoyingly over his shoulder towards the blonde that was making his way back to him. Habitually, he spread his arms back as Wolfram put the coat on him. He found himself signing when he thought about how important this event was and how it started out. Emerald eyes took a quick peek at his fiancé before continuing his task. “What’s wrong?” He asked in a softer tone, knowing Yuuri always caved in when he did that.
“I don’t know. It just seems so surreal. I can’t believe a year has passed and here I am now still demon king and the alliance is only going to get better.” He paused in his ranting to stare Wolfram in the eyes. Wolfram had finished dressing him up and out of hopes of comforting Yuuri, placed his hands on Yuuri’s chest. Physical contact was always the best. Satisfied with the reassurance though confused as to what to say next, he just continued saying random words sincerely. “I just can’t believe all of this is happening.” Wolfram’s lips quirked at that and inwardly, Yuuri knew they had shared a moment of more than just close friends. He liked to see Wolfram smile.
“Idiot. If you don’t believe, see it for your own eyes.” Wolfram’s features turned into a mock haughty look. “Seeing is believing after all.” It appeared as if a burden had been lifted from Yuuri. Gazing straight into those emerald orbs, he mustered every ounce of sincerity and appreciation and adoration and something so much more.
“Thank you Wolf.” The blonde blushed at the intimacy and averted his vision elsewhere. At that moment, the double black demon king allowed himself a smile of contentment at making the other flush red.
“We’ve better hurry. Gunter is going to announce your arrival soon.” With that Wolfram grabbed Yuuri’s wrist and proceeded to drag him off. Yuuri allowed it, permitting an endearing smile plaster upon his features.
Not before long they were standing outside the closed doors while Wolfram straightened him out. The blonde was the only one with the rights to accompany him on his announcement and Yuuri was more than glad for it. The double black swallowed hard. He was going to make a short speech soon too and he was getting jitters again. The blonde was prepared and glance back at Yuuri. With a sigh of resignation, he held onto the other’s hand, surprising Yuuri. “Don’t wimp out Yuuri.” Although Wolfram was staring straight ahead, he could feel the assurance from him. Plus it felt weird to hear wimp and Yuuri in the same sentence. Emeralds connected with his black orbs.
He never expected the breath-taking smile. He never expected his fiancé would lean in so close to him. He never expected Wolfram would kiss his cheek. He never expected Wolfram would assure him by saying he would not let go. He never expected the blonde continued to caress his hand. He never expected Wolfram would kiss him on the cheek and wish him good luck all the same. He never expected to hear Wolfram assure Yuuri of his love in the most indirect manner.
He was stunned. The doors opened and Gunter announced their arrival. True to his word, Wolfram never once let go of his hand the whole night.
--
Wolfram slid his eyes open. It was early morning and the sun had even yet to rise. He sighed tiredly as everything came rushing back; as reality came rushing back. He was in the Bielefeld lands, staying at his Uncle’s place. He had broken his engagement to Yuuri and knowing his Uncle, he would not know when he would be able to see Yuuri again. It saddened him greatly that their fate was to always be apart and never together; be it physically or essentially. Although compared to the previous time when Yuuri had returned back through the portal and was never going to return, he was consoled by the fact that he was doing this for Yuuri, he chose to be away from him for his own sake.
Wolfram stared out of the window, wishing earnestly on the very few stars that dotted the sky.
“I wish dreams were like wishes and wishes came true. Because in my dreams, I am always with you.”
--
AN: Tell me how you like it. It was a spur of the moment thing. I did this while I was in one of my three hour lessons. I was bored and surfing through the net to check out my friends’ myspace profile pages and found this particular quote interesting. One word or a few doesn’t matter. Just leave a review to let me know. Thanks :-] Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 5:32 PM
ayrie//:39
Vampires
Creatures of the night
Dwelling in places with absence of light
Exquisite species they are
For they have lived long and travelled far
Is it true that they quiver at garlic?
Is it true that they hate the cross?
Is it true that their wounds can close with a lick?
Is it true that they are their own boss?
Superhuman strength, yes, it's granted upon them
Extended livelihood is blessed upon them
But that does not mean they can't bleed and feel pain
But that does not mean they can't wish to die and end this cursed bane
Fiction will tell you they are handsome by all means
When actually they are just like you and me
Fiction will announce they will sprout bat wings and fly
When actually they walk and run just to get by
They thirst for the blood of the living
For they are dead, no more breathing
They hunt daily to not lose control, to go out of hand
For when starved of the crimson, it may be the end
I did this poetry in relation to one of my fanfiction pieces which is currently in process. Guess what's it about?Labels: Poetry, Vampires
Signed Off @ 10:35 PM
ayrie//:39
Don't Fuck with my Purity
Nothing in this world is pure
Many may try to prove this statement wrong or even find a cure
But that's the point of it
Purity is something that survives for only a little bit
I really want to know how long it remains white
Until a drop of black stains it, no more bright
Emotions are the only thing that is pure and untainted
And there's nothing to alter this priority we're granted
If there's one emotion I want to be true
It's love between me and you
This may be the only thing that I can do
So I'll prove it and show it without the mushy goo
Love is something a girl like me truly cherishes
So forgive me for dreaming and making silly wishes
I treat emotions with a lot of respect
Because they are true to the soul, they don't put on an act
Sure we may behave in ways that is untrue to our feelings
But sometimes it's just to help us keep our bearings
A single snowflake represents the purity of the sky
But once it touches us, it melts, it begins to cry
It's shows how tainted we are
To the point we can't hold something so beautiful with hands so bare
It's hurting to know and to face the truth
But it's something many prefer to object to the proof
Love used to be the only thing kept clean and untouchable
But now it's a use for others to please themselves in the world
Unadulterated love is hard to come by
When it does, it's hard to relax and say goodbye
When the fucking time comes...
I'm gonna fuck it off from my life...
Labels: Poetry
Signed Off @ 3:50 PM
ayrie//:39
Addressing Space Issues
Everytime we're together
I feel so happy your mine
But when we're apart
I understand we need our own time
So i don't want to pester you
And i wait for you to pester me
When you do, I'm glad to want to spend time with me
And not because you have to please me
It's all about the "want to"
Not the "have to" that i love the most
I don't wanna be a burden for you
If so, I prefer you treated me as a ghost
I trust you completely
That's why I value your word and honesty
Even if it's not what I want to hear
I rather hear it from your lips than another's
So for heaven's sake....GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD!!!
Labels: Poetry
Signed Off @ 3:48 PM
ayrie//:39
The Clash Between Fire and Water(of Yuuram)
Strength is to be able to stand on your own.
Then again it's also a weakness.
Dependence on others says your not afraid to accept help.
Then again the need for help proves your weak.
Lack of emotions, tears will never stain your shields.
Full of emotions, energizes your will to live.
Be a heart of ice, never let anyone enter your heart,
but it will be brittle and a single crack will destroy it all.
Be a heart of fire, be on the offence and strike against others,
but it will drive people away and soon your flame would diminish.
Never lose your stand and be who you are.
Because everyone is a little bit of both.
That's what makes them strong.
Labels: Poetry, Yuuram
Signed Off @ 10:13 PM
ayrie//:39
When Did You Love Me?
Summary:A conversation about when Yuuri started to love Wolfram. Wolf gets surprised by the things he heard. Side fic to Late Night Nightmares Spooks A Confession
“Yuuri, when did you realized that you love me?”
“Hmm…I don’t remember. It was a long time ago.”
“What! IT was a long time ago and you only told me two weeks ago!”
“Wh-what? WOLF! Relax alright! I was meaning to confess I just didn’t know when!”
“If you really did fall in love with me before, then did you always push me away or always wrestle me back into my side of the bed or better still chased me out of your room?”
“Hehe. Can we not talk about it?”
“NO! Hey Yuuri are you blushing?”
“W-wh-what? N-no! Don’t be ridiculous! I’m sure it’s only the moon!”
“Wimp cut the crap. Look at me.”
“Huh? Oh man, Wolf don’t play innocent eyes with me.”
“Yuuri I thought you said you love me but it was a lie wasn’t it?”
“No Wolf! ARGH! Stop that! Alright already, I’ll tell you!”
“Well? I’m listening.”
“Jeez your mood swings are pretty creepy.”
“Yuuri…”
“Y-You remember everytime you got too close to me or sometimes touch me?”
“Yeah?”
“Well…you turn me on.”
“Excuse me!”
“Everytime we get so close I always wanted to kiss you and when we were in bed it was hard for me not to try and touch you. I was so afraid that sometime at night I would go crazy and won’t be able to hold back much longer and start ravishing you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Why? With your mood swings I didn’t know if you would like it or kill me instantly! Ow”
“Enough with the mood swings!…You really mean that?”
“That I wanted to touch you? Yeah.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Are you taunting me?”
“Don’t make me seduce you into bed.”
“You’re inviting me with that pout, how I can I resist?”
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Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 5:46 AM
ayrie//:39
Late Night Spooks a Confession
Summary:Greta gets a nightmare and runs to her daddies late at night. But thanks to her we get Yuuram love!
It was night time, late into the morning and everybody was in bed, with the exception that some guards were on duty. Rain clouds began to crowd the night sky, thunder playing its music for all to hear. In the bed chambers of two fiancés, a silent wrestling match was occurring in between the sheets as legs got entangled and arms went flying across, well a pair of arms anyway as the other tried to remove the circle of arms around his neck.
“Oh Wolfram…” Yuuri groaned in defeat when realizing that the other had obviously locked his limbs securely around his neck. His head suddenly turned to the door, which was seldom opened at such an hour, to see his daughter, Greta, squeezing her stuffed doll with tears in her eyes. She closed the door and ran towards the bed when she noticed that her father was awake and observing her with concern. Greta pounced onto Yuuri, arousing the blonde from cloud nine.
“Wh-what?” Wolfram sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. However his eyes averted to a state of worry when Greta’s cries tingled in his ears. He abruptly set sights on Yuuri who was trying to shush her to calm down.
Yuuri was trying to get her to relax, stroking her hair until he realized Wolfram’s worried stare. He met those green orbs and understood that Wolfram wanted to calm her. Wolfram was rather vulnerable at night, seemingly to soft-spoken, sensitive and shy. Though when Greta fell into blonde’s hands, he could feel the parent-like protectiveness he emitted when he stroked her hair and patted her back, coaxing her tears to reduce. Wolfram had unconsciously laid back onto Yuuri, which surprised him soon after realizing that Yuuri didn’t repel himself from his posture on his torso.
“Greta why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?” the king verbally nudging his daughter to get the problem out of her system, while stroking her hair. He hated seeing her all teary-eyed. She nodded shyly, fidgeting with her daddy’s nightie.
“Did you have nightmares of Yuuri being a wimp?”
“Hey! I’m not a wimp. Besides I don’t think me being a wimp is hardly a nightmare.”
“You’re right. It’s hardly a nightmare when the real thing is right here.”
“Please don’t fight.” Greta tiny voice was alien to their ears since she hardly even spoken upon entering the room. Both of them averted their attention to Greta who was tearing up. “I don’t want any of you to leave me.”
“Ssh.. Is that what your nightmare was about?” Yuuri used his thumb to wipe away the tears.
“You and Daddy didn’t love each other and then you took turns to take care of me but I never could spend time with both of you together. What’s more you two didn’t look very happy, you never were!” Wolfram felt a pull at his heart when those words reached his ears. He too was afraid Yuuri would never love him and live his life in sadness. Then where would Greta be? Wolfram hugged her preciously, caressing her back.
“Those nightmare was so wrong. You’re here with both of us right?”
“Yeah but what you saw just now was not a fight at all. It’s just bickering we do to shows we care for each other and wanted to get the worry out of our system.”
“Really?” He caught Wolfram throwing his ‘liar’ glances at Yuuri. His eyes never met with him but he knew by instinct that this whole ordeal shook him up. He pulled Wolfram into a hug and kissed his forehead, astounding the blonde himself.
“Really.” He smiled at Greta whose face perked up immediately and tried to hug as much as possible of her two daddies resulting in the colliding of their heads.
“Ow!”
“You wimp! If I start acting all wimpy like you I know who to strangle.”
“Aww.. Wolfram, are you sure you would do that? You know you won’t.” Greta started giggling when her daddy showcased a scowl that suspiciously looked like a pout. A yawn interrupted her glee, followed by the thunders booming outside.
“Time to get some sleep. We have to wake up in the morning eventually.” The king settled himself into bed with their daughter in between them. As soon as she was comfortable, she dozed off with the comfort of both her daddies hugging her and each other.
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However, sleep did not gain recognition in the prince’s body. The incident when he felt Yuuri’s lips upon his forehead was surprising and lovely but hurting just the same. He was baffled whether Yuuri did it to ensure Greta or whether he had just confessed his acceptance of Wolfram to be his other half. Not wanting to awake his daughter, he slowly slid out of bed and tucked the sheets tightly around her form.
He walked over to the window and got content at the sill. Rain was heavily pouring in the outdoors but the pitter-patter of the raindrops against the windows created a soothing melody to allow the soldier to think. Unknown to him, the double black youth had already awakened the moment his fiancé’s presence left the bed. He knew the incident earlier was troubling the prince.
“Wolfram.” The latter literally jumped but averted his awareness to the figure that sat worriedly on the bed.
“Go back to sleep.” Their whispers created a confusing air where tension flowed in between.
“It was about just now wasn’t it.”
“…”
“What I did just now was purely from my heart. I know I sound corny but trust me it’s true! I wasn’t faking the feelings I placed in that simple kiss.”
“…” Yuuri got off his bum and strolled over to the blonde who throughout the conversation was staring out from the room. It was obvious he never meant to reveal his weakness to the King but when the black-headed male encircled arms around the other figure, it broke his defenses and the tears just trailed silently from those emeralds as he threw himself against Yuuri.
“Hey…enough crying.” He caressed Wolfram’s face and once again utilized his thumb to drive the salty droplets from the enticing orbs. “Hey don’t tell me I have to kiss someone else just to get you to stop too.” He glared through shimmering eyes, unbeknownst to him that his intended scowl transformed into a pout.
“Wimp if you kiss anyone other than me or Greta, I don’t care how much I love you! I will kill you with my own bare hands!” Yuuri chuckled when he received a fist to his chest to emphasis the threat. He drew the latter’s face nearer, eye contact with the other never faltering. The prince’s face was beet-red at the proximity. A grin snatched his lips at the adorable blush upon the other’s features, their faces only an inch apart. Then he whispered four words that the blonde had waited so long to hear before drowning into the king’s kiss.
“I love you Wolfram.”
Greta smiled in her sleep, speaking words that would only embarrass the couple if they ever heard it. “So when am I gonna have a little brother or sister?”
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Hope you enjoyed that. It was my first Yuuram fic. There’s a side fic to this as well and I hope you get a laugh out of it.
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