Yuuram drabble dump
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akainagiSaying that Yuuri doesn't do well at dinner parties is the understatement of the century ...
(For best results, read in order. )
Gyoukou
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akainagi
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G
Words: 351
ac•ci•dent - (noun) – an unfortunate event resulting especially from carelessness or ignorance
Yuuri hated dinner parties. They were long, boring, and he could never keep straight which piece of silverware he was supposed to use with each course.
But what he really hated was the interminable flow of small talk that often went over the newbie king’s head. This was the first time, however, that anyone had asked so brazen a question about the king’s own personal life. And judging from the gaping expressions and clattering of dropped utensils, Yuuri wasn’t the only one that found the question rude.
The question having gone unanswered, the oblivious noble posed it again:
“I hear your majesty’s engagement was something of an accident. Is that not so?”
That the woman had the gall to pose it at all showed a lack of good manners. That she posed it with Yuuri’s “accidental” fiancée sitting a foot away was downright callous. The Maou felt the heat rising to his face, and not from embarrassment. He stole a glance at Wolfram.
The blonde looked pale and distraught, staring down at his plate. Yuuri’s betrothed was insecure by his nature, at least when it came to relationships. He supposed years of having a fiancé who never took your feelings seriously would do that to a person. Even now, Wolfram was not secure in his place as future husband of the Maou. Yuuri felt a wellspring of guilt bubble up inside him.
He turned to glare at the upstart noblewoman. “No! Not an accident. More like ... ummmm ...gyoukou.”
“Ah! Serendipity. A lovely sentiment, Heika,” Gunter gushed from behind him.
Yuuri nodded enthusiastically. “That’s exactly what it was. Ne, Wolfram?”
Wolfram was staring at him, wide eyed, with the smallest of smiles on his face. “Yuuri …”
Yuuri grinned and went back to eating his salad with the wrong fork. But he remembered that look of hurt on his fiancée’s face. He remembered the smile, too.
Maybe it was time to make a more … purposeful proposal.
ser•en•dip•i•ty - (noun) - the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for
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Fuugu
Author:akainagi
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G
Words: 172
Yuuri realized when his fiancée fled the room in tears, that he must have done something very wrong.
The usually unflappable Gwendel was stuttering madly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s. Gunter was waving his arms madly. And Cecile, for the first time in Yuuri’s memory, actually looked pissed. The rest of the dinner guests alternated between gaping in horror and whispering conspiratorially behind their hands.
“What the heck just happened??” the Maou cried in dismay.
“You just slapped my little brother,” Gwendel growled. The lines on his forehead were multiplying exponentially.
There was something he wasn’t getting here. “A slap to the left cheek is a proposal, right? Right??”
“Heika, the first time is a proposal,” Konrad calmly explained. The second does the opposite.”
“Opposite?” Yuuri blanched. “You mean…”
“You just dumped him. Very publicly I might add.”
“Whaaaaaaat??”
Konrad sighed as he watched the sovereign race after his sobbing ex-fiancée. If it weren’t for bad luck, the king would have no luck in love at all.
---
Shifuku
Author:akainagi
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G
Words: 147
Yuuri was making a habit of shocking his guests at dinner parties.
The whole room looked on in amazement and disbelief as the Maou, King of Demons, went on bended knee before a mere prince.
Yuuri couldn’t bring himself to look up, for fear he would lose his last bit of nerve. He gave his carefully rehearsed speech to the floor. “Forget slapping and knife dropping. These things should be said plainly. No misunderstandings this time. No accidents.” He thrust the small, elegant gold ring towards the gaping blonde.
“Marry me, dammit.”
Yuuri was dimly aware as the assembled guests burst into congratulatory applause.
Yuuri looked up to see if there was a sword arcing towards his head. Instead he saw his fiancée. Wolfram was smiling radiantly, his lip quivering and his eyes looking suspiciously watery.
This time, at least Wolfram was crying for the right reason.
(For best results, read in order. )
Gyoukou
Author:
akainagiFandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G
Words: 351
ac•ci•dent - (noun) – an unfortunate event resulting especially from carelessness or ignorance
Yuuri hated dinner parties. They were long, boring, and he could never keep straight which piece of silverware he was supposed to use with each course.
But what he really hated was the interminable flow of small talk that often went over the newbie king’s head. This was the first time, however, that anyone had asked so brazen a question about the king’s own personal life. And judging from the gaping expressions and clattering of dropped utensils, Yuuri wasn’t the only one that found the question rude.
The question having gone unanswered, the oblivious noble posed it again:
“I hear your majesty’s engagement was something of an accident. Is that not so?”
That the woman had the gall to pose it at all showed a lack of good manners. That she posed it with Yuuri’s “accidental” fiancée sitting a foot away was downright callous. The Maou felt the heat rising to his face, and not from embarrassment. He stole a glance at Wolfram.
The blonde looked pale and distraught, staring down at his plate. Yuuri’s betrothed was insecure by his nature, at least when it came to relationships. He supposed years of having a fiancé who never took your feelings seriously would do that to a person. Even now, Wolfram was not secure in his place as future husband of the Maou. Yuuri felt a wellspring of guilt bubble up inside him.
He turned to glare at the upstart noblewoman. “No! Not an accident. More like ... ummmm ...gyoukou.”
“Ah! Serendipity. A lovely sentiment, Heika,” Gunter gushed from behind him.
Yuuri nodded enthusiastically. “That’s exactly what it was. Ne, Wolfram?”
Wolfram was staring at him, wide eyed, with the smallest of smiles on his face. “Yuuri …”
Yuuri grinned and went back to eating his salad with the wrong fork. But he remembered that look of hurt on his fiancée’s face. He remembered the smile, too.
Maybe it was time to make a more … purposeful proposal.
ser•en•dip•i•ty - (noun) - the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for
---
Fuugu
Author:
akainagiFandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G
Words: 172
Yuuri realized when his fiancée fled the room in tears, that he must have done something very wrong.
The usually unflappable Gwendel was stuttering madly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s. Gunter was waving his arms madly. And Cecile, for the first time in Yuuri’s memory, actually looked pissed. The rest of the dinner guests alternated between gaping in horror and whispering conspiratorially behind their hands.
“What the heck just happened??” the Maou cried in dismay.
“You just slapped my little brother,” Gwendel growled. The lines on his forehead were multiplying exponentially.
There was something he wasn’t getting here. “A slap to the left cheek is a proposal, right? Right??”
“Heika, the first time is a proposal,” Konrad calmly explained. The second does the opposite.”
“Opposite?” Yuuri blanched. “You mean…”
“You just dumped him. Very publicly I might add.”
“Whaaaaaaat??”
Konrad sighed as he watched the sovereign race after his sobbing ex-fiancée. If it weren’t for bad luck, the king would have no luck in love at all.
---
Shifuku
Author:
akainagiFandom: Kyou Kara Maou, Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G
Words: 147
Yuuri was making a habit of shocking his guests at dinner parties.
The whole room looked on in amazement and disbelief as the Maou, King of Demons, went on bended knee before a mere prince.
Yuuri couldn’t bring himself to look up, for fear he would lose his last bit of nerve. He gave his carefully rehearsed speech to the floor. “Forget slapping and knife dropping. These things should be said plainly. No misunderstandings this time. No accidents.” He thrust the small, elegant gold ring towards the gaping blonde.
“Marry me, dammit.”
Yuuri was dimly aware as the assembled guests burst into congratulatory applause.
Yuuri looked up to see if there was a sword arcing towards his head. Instead he saw his fiancée. Wolfram was smiling radiantly, his lip quivering and his eyes looking suspiciously watery.
This time, at least Wolfram was crying for the right reason.
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