#murata x wolfram

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Show Me What Love Looks Like (Murayuuram)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationships: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri, Wolfram von Bielefeld/Murata Ken, Wolfram von Bielefeld/Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Shibuya Yuuri, Wolfram von Bielefeld, Murata Ken, Conrart Weller, Gwendal von Voltaire Additional Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Love, Fluff and Smut, Riding, Cuddling & Snuggling, Tickle Fights, Secret Relationship

Summary: (Final fic in the Tell Me That You Want Me series).  Conrad said to act like he was in love. Yuuri still wasn’t sure if he knew how to do that, though. However, he thought he was getting better at it.

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Conrad said to act like he was in love. Yuuri still wasn’t sure if he knew how to do that, though. However, he thought he was getting better at it. He kissed both of them, a lot . He had begun openly calling Wolf his fiance, which seemed to make Wolf happy. He figured making them happy was the best place to start. But still, shouldn’t he be doing more than that?

He should call Murata…something. If Wolf was his fiance, what did that make Murata? His mistress? Just the thought of that word made Yuuri blush. His side hustle? He wasn’t a job!

He was more like a boyfriend. But that seemed too insignificant compared to Wolf. Wasn’t Yuuri’s whole point before that he didn’t actually care more about Wolf than him? If he was acting like he was in love, it had to be done equally to both of them, right? But they couldn’t both be his fiance. That would be ridiculous! Unheard of! Not to mention illegal!

Then maybe he was his l–love? That was..far too embarrassing to say out loud. Never mind out loud, it was practically too embarrassing just to think.

So, his only choices then were boyfriend or partner.

Yuuri made a face. Maybe he’d ask Murata to choose. Not that he could even use the term in public anyway.

He couldn’t, right? That would be too…abnormal, right? How many people had multiple partners? Especially kings.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he knew of a lot of kings who’d had mistresses and affairs. Wasn’t the king over the law?

What was he thinking? Yuuri wasn’t one of those high-and-mighty kings. He was a good, law-abiding citizen. At least, he was until his life had somehow gotten so complicated. When exactly had that happened again?

He sighed and stared down at the stack of papers that he had not even begun working on. His head already hurt just from thinking about his love life. He didn’t need other people’s problems on top of it.

Wolf should be finishing up his drills soon anyway. He should just go meet with him.

As soon as he stood up, though, he received a glare from Gwendal who had taken up residence at the opposite desk in the office.

“What do you think you are doing?” asked the first son.

Yuuri gave his best innocent smile. “Going to see Wolf.”

Gwendal didn’t look impressed in the least. His head was resting on firmly folded hands. “As impressive as it is that you are actually rendezvousing with my brother, your work is still substandard. Did you even sign a single document?”

“Well…” Yuuri hesitated not meeting Gwendal’s intense glare. “I can’t focus, so it’s better if I just get back to it tomorrow.”

Gwendal gave a heavy sigh. “This has to do with my brother, I take it? Do you think that seeing him now will give you better focus tomorrow?”

Probably not. “O-of course,” he said.

Gwendal unfolded his hands. His fingers stretched out before the palms of his hands came down onto the table. “Fine. Go. But tomorrow I expect you to get through twice as much work to make up for it.”

Yuuri rushed out of the door before he could change his mind. Sheesh. He’d never be able to get through that much paperwork even if he could focus. There was no way one evening with Wolf would fix his lack of focus either since this was also about Murata. Not that Yuuri could tell Gwendal that.

To be honest, it was a bit disappointing that he only ever had limited time to see Murata anymore. Too bad he couldn’t just go see him whenever he wanted. Tomorrow was definitely out now. But maybe he could send him a request to come to the castle.

Yeah! Okay, he’d ask Wolf about it.

Yuuri wasn't surprised to find Wolf sweaty after his training. That didn't make him any less sexy. A siren went off in the back of his head, but he ignored it. He could find Wolf sexy. He should find Wolf sexy because they were in love.

Yeah.

"Yuuri?" Wolf picked up a cloth off a folding table and used it to wipe the sweat off his brow.

Yuuri kind of wished he was that cloth. Or better, he could just walk up and take a swipe with his tongue–

Too much, Yuuri!

That was fully worthy of a siren. He should get sent to horny jail for that thought.

He shouldn't sexualize him just because he wiped some sweat off. Wasn't that like objectification or something? Like he could only sweat for Yuuri?

Besides, they were in public!

Luckily, Wolf's men were already disbanding, so Wolf was really the only one who noticed his floundering.

The athlete-pinup-worthy blonde gave him a questioning look. "What are you worrying about now?"

"Huh?" Yuuri blinked. "N-nothing…"

Wolf didn't look satisfied. He tossed the cloth back down onto the table. "Sure." He turned toward one of the men still loitering around. "Jaques, take care of these."

The redhead stiffened at being addressed. He bowed before answering, "Of course, Sir."

Content, Wolf turned back toward Yuuri and they started walking down the castle corridors. "You're done with work a bit earlier than usual today."

"About that…"

"You ran out, didn't you?"

“No,” he denied immediately. “I got permission.”

Wolf still didn’t look convinced. “I’m not buying that you impressed him with your work ethic.”

They turned a corner. “Don’t worry about it. I might have to stay late tomorrow, though.”

Wolf stopped and glared at him. “What did you do, wimp?”

“I sorta…” Yuuri wrung his hands, “didn’t get any work done today.”

Wolf sighed and started walking again. “You’re more of a wimp than I thought.”

“Hey!” Yuuri hurried after him. “It’s because of you I couldn’t focus.”

Wolf stopped again and whirled around. “What did I do?”

Yuuri looked down at his feet, suddenly feeling shy. “N-nothing.”

“Oh, no, you don’t.”

Wolf gripped onto his shoulders and pushed him back against the stone wall. He pressed in close so that Yuuri couldn’t get away. Not that Yuuri wanted to. Right now, he wanted very badly to lean in and kiss that scowling face. And maybe miss his lips the first time so that he could get a hint of leftover sweat.

“You can’t just use me as an excuse to get out of work.”

“I’m not. I just…” His eyes fixated on his downturned lips. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Wolf sucked in a breath and his hands fell away from him. Yuuri felt a little disappointed at the loss of contact.

Yuuri continued, “I mean, I still don’t know if I’m doing this right or not.”

“Doing what right?”

“L-loving you.” It still felt awkward to say.

“I hate that you can be so cute.”

“No way!” Yuuri yelled. “You’re the cute one.”

Wolf smiled. “We’re both cute. Anyway, I think you’re doing fine.”

“Yeah, but…” Yuuri dropped his eyes. “Am I actually making you happy?”

Wolf lifted Yuuri’s chin up. “Yes, so stop worrying.”

“But–”

Wolf cut him off with a kiss. Yuuri sagged back against the wall. His hand found Wolf’s and entwined their fingers.

Wolf pulled back when Yuuri let out a moan.

“Hold that thought,” Wolf said.

Yuuri whined, which only made Wolf smirk.

“Don’t worry, we can have fun back in the room.”

The rest of the walk felt extra long, especially since all Yuuri could seem to think about was being taken against the castle’s stone wall. In hopes of easing his sudden arousal, he asked in an almost casual tone, “Do you mind if I invite Murata over tomorrow? It sucks that I can’t see him very much.”

“Didn’t Brother say that you have to get through all the paperwork? You won’t even have time to see him. It would be better to invite him over the next day and use that as motivation to actually get through your work for once.”

Yuuri swallowed. “M-maybe he could spend the night.” He must be hornier than he thought to actually suggest that.

Wolf fell silent.

Yuuri breathed rapidly waiting for his reply. It felt like such a taboo question. It could have been innocent, but they both knew it wasn’t. Yuuri was asking if he could stay in their bed. He was panicking that he upset Wolf. But hadn’t he let Murata stay over that one night? But maybe things were different now that they were in love. Maybe he should apologize and just forget about it.

“Okay,” Wolf answered in a steady tone.

Yuuri swallowed again. He couldn’t believe that he had agreed and so easily. “Realy? You’re sure you don’t mind?”

Wolf turned and cradled his face in his hands. “You’re still mine alone tonight.”

Yuuri shivered. That was true. He wondered what he had in mind. After nodding, he resumed walking. He didn't even realize how fast he was walking until Wolf chuckled.

They crashed against each other as soon as the door was shut behind them. Yuuri nearly knocked them over in his hast to press his body against his fiance’s.

They had messed around some, but they hadn’t gone all the way since his emotional breakthrough. He still wasn’t sure what made “making love” different from regular sex. What was Wolf wanting from him?

They made it to the edge of the bed. Yuuri broke their kiss, running his hands down the muscles of Wolf’s arms. “How, uh, should we do this?”

Wolf sat down on the edge of the bed. “You want me to give orders?”

Yuuri looked away from his beautiful face. If he kept looking he’d say yes in a heartbeat. “I just want to know what you want.”

“It doesn’t always have to be about me.”

“I know that,” he said, looking intently at the tiled floor. “But you want to make love, so…”

Wolf took his hand which pulled Yuuri’s gaze back to meet his. “I never meant to put so much pressure on you. Just be with me, okay?”

“Yeah, but…” Yuuri felt like that had to just be him compromising yet again. He didn’t want that.

Wolf sighed. “Okay, how about I make love to you instead? That way you don’t have to think about it.”

That sounded perfect! But wasn’t that another form of avoidance? “I shouldn’t.”

Wolf sighed again. His other hand cupped his face. “I’m not telling you not to think. I’m telling you to let me take care of you.”

Yuuri nodded instantly. He could do that if that’s what Wolf wanted.

Wolf undressed him slowly. It was as if he was doing it with pure tender loving care. It was a bit overwhelming.

“Undress me too, wimp.”

Yuuri tried his best to imitate the way Wolf did it, but his fingers fumbled over the clasps and buttons. He hoped the care showed through his actions, though. It was strange. He felt like he was playing the role of an actor, yet at the same time what he was trying to convey was real. He knew that he cared about Wolf, so maybe all he needed to do was learn how to show it better.

As soon as they were both undressed, he pulled Wolf in close to him to try to do that, but Wolf pushed away. He frowned at the face Yuuri made.

“I’m just getting the lubricant, wimp.”

Yuuri watched Wolf’s beautiful form as he got the item. The effect of his artistry was mellowed due to Yuuri���s realization that he was in fact a huge wimp. Why was he so worried about rejection? If anyone had the right to worry about that it was Wolf. He let out a loud sigh.

Wolf came back over with a frown. He flicked Yuuri right on the forehead. “What are you worrying about now?”

Yuuri stared down which gave him a lovely view of Wolf’s exquisite thigh. He wished he hadn’t sighed so that he could be touching it right now. “N-nothing.”

Wolf sighed at his denial. “Fine, but you better not be holding anything stupid in. I’m holding you to this relationship 100%.”

Yuuri figured he could touch his thigh now, so he did. Wolf sucked in a breath at the contact. “I want to be.”

Wolf’s hand covered his own. “You like my thighs, don’t you?”

“Uh…” Yuuri could feel his cheeks heating. “I like all of you, so…”

Wolf grinned. “You really are too cute for your own good.”

“Shut up! It’s not like I try to be.”

Wolf pressed their foreheads together. “That just makes you even cuter.”

Yuuri groaned. “You’re cute, too.”

Wolf just grinned wider. “I know.” He ran his other hand down Yuuri’s arm. “Are you sure you’re okay with me topping?”

Yuuri nodded. He kind of preferred that actually. It felt safer.

Wolf exhaled through his nose. “Okay. Get up on your knees. It’ll be easier to prepare you that way.”

Yuuri crawled up onto the bed on all fours and stuck his ass out. He felt a tinge of shame roll over him, but it sent a jolt of arousal through him as well.

Yuuri couldn’t see him, but he could feel Wolf move up onto the bed behind him. Wolf cupped his right ass cheek, then kissed the left one.

Yuuri swallowed around his arousal. “Have you ever done it before?” he asked. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his own horrible first time screw up.

“Not besides myself, but I know how to do this. Anyway, I was there during Murata’s fingering lecture, wasn’t I?”

If Wolf practiced on himself, he probably had a lot more practice than Yuuri did. The mental image of Wolf spreading his legs and fingering himself was so sexy, he was surprised he didn’t get an instant nosebleed. He hoped he got to see it one day.

His mental image dispersed at the cool feeling of his lubed finger prodding at him, His body jolted a bit on reflex, but then he relaxed as the coolness faded. Wolf’s finger slid in slowly. He was a lot more careful than Yuuri had been. It made him feel cherished, but also remorseful. Wolf had deserved better from him.

He remembered how sure and calculated Murata’s fingers had been the first time. If they hadn’t and Yuuri hadn’t been running on pure lust, he would have had a complete meltdown. He should have treated Wolf the way he wanted to be treated. He should have cared about him more than his own defenses.

"Sorry for before," he said.

"Sorry for what?" Wolf asked while adding another finger.

Yuuri planted his face into the mattress in hopes that it could give him more courage. "For hurting you before.”

“What?” It took a moment, but then Wolf continued. “Oh, that? It’s fine.”

Yuuri rolled over to face him. “No, it’s not. I should have taken care of you, too.”

Wolf gave him a sweet smile and cupped his face. “You’re trying your best, and that’s all I can ask from you.”

Yuuri shook his head. “No! Tell me to go beyond. You deserve it.”

He could see a flicker in Wolf’s eyes at his words. He obviously noticed how Yuuri twisted the context from asking to telling. “Are you telling me to be more selfish?” Wolf teased.

“Yeah,” Yuuri answered resolutely. He shouldn’t be the only one being selfish.

Wolf’s hand came down and gripped Yuuri’s erection. “Then, let’s get on with it.

Immediately, Yuuri nodded unconsciously. Rolling back over took a bit of work, though, because his body didn’t want to give up that sweet touch.

Wolf chuckled at the groan he made when he did manage to roll back over. “Just a second.” He reinserted his fingers and added a third in short order. “Alright, I think you’re good. Lay back against the pillows.”

He did as instructed, and Wolf closed in on him right away. Yuuri wasn’t sure if he liked seeing him above him or under him better, but right now, he was most caught by the realization that he could fully wrap his limbs around him. It was ironic somewhere in the back of his mind that he used to complain about Wolf doing the same thing unconsciously in his sleep. The forefront of his mind, however, moved his body to wrap him up and pull him in close.

Wolf kissed the edge of his hairline. “Didn’t I say to get a move on?” he said without any real annoyance.

“I just…want to feel you close.”

“I could be even closer if you let me move into position.”

Sighing, Yuuri loosened his limbs. He couldn’t stop his thoughts wandering as he watched Wolf coat himself with the lube, though. “If you’re fine topping, why didn’t you just take control before instead of asking Murata to help me?”

Wolf placed the bottle of lubricant down on the far side of the bed, cheeks blazing a beautiful shade of red. “Because I wanted to get pounded,” he nearly whispered.

“Do you still want to?”

Wolf let out a tiny laugh. “Do you still want to pound me?”

The answer was out of Yuuri’s mouth before he could even think about it. “Always.” Then more consciously, he added, “But I like getting pounded, too.”

They shared a laugh over how silly it sounded. Then Wolf sobered. “Are you ready?”

Yuuri bit his lip but nodded.

It had been a while since he’d been able to do it with Murata, so he expected the stretch when Wolf pushed inside of him. It was…different. It wasn’t better or worse, but every nerve of his body was reminding him that this was Wolf .

Yuuri clung to him again, which pushed him deeper inside. Wolf huffed at the movement since it disrupted the slow and steady slide he had begun. Once he bottomed out, Yuuri forced him into a kiss.

Wolf breathed heavily through his nose. He was trying to keep a slow pace, but with each thrust, he was losing the battle. Yuuri rolled his hips up, wordlessly spurring him on.

Wolf broke the kiss, speaking with broken words, “Sorry, I…didn’t mean to do it like this.”

Yuuri held onto the space where Wolf’s neck and shoulders met. “Don’t worry, I like it rough.” He could feel his cheeks heat as soon as the words are out, but Wolf drove into him harder which made the embarrassment worth it.

“Good,” Wolf forced out. “I wanted to show you how special you are. But it’s…harder than I thought.”

Yuuri kissed his words away. He didn’t care about that, especially when he hit that spot inside him. His head fell back with a cry.

Wolf grunted with focused effort and hit that spot again.

Yuuri kept his head back but clutched onto his biceps as he thrust in again and again.

His orgasm found Yuuri sooner than he would have liked. His head was spinning like the whirlpool of the star tours. Words fell from his lips unbidden.

I love you.

Wolf stilled momentarily, just staring at him in shock. Then he started moving again, movements broken and fast-paced. “Yuuri!” he cried out.

Wolf’s crumbled onto him as his breathing steadied. When they had both recovered from their orgasms, he leaned back up and kissed Yuuri’s face. “I love you too, wimp.”

Yuuri’s chest fluttered. He hadn’t meant to say that, and definitely not right now when it shouldn’t have sounded genuine, but for the first time, he knew it was the truth. Maybe it was his mind and body and heart responding to Wolf’s own emotions being conveyed through the act, or maybe he had just finally stripped all his layers away, but Wolf seemed to understand, so that’s all that mattered.

The realization was strong and comforting, like the weighted blanket his mother used to put over him to calm him down as a child. He felt that he should say something else to Wolf, but he didn’t want to break the moment.

When he looked down at his face which had fallen back onto his chest again, he realized he didn’t have to. Naturally, Wolf had fallen asleep already.

Yuuri smiled and placed a kiss on the top of his head. Apparently, Wolf was like this regardless of his role in the act.

Yuuri ran his fingers through his silky hair, then down his back, and tried to catch some sleep himself.

Yuuri woke up earlier than usual but felt surprisingly well-rested. He savored the pleasant feeling in his chest before expertly wiggling out of Wolf's embrace so as not to wake him up. After getting dressed in his running gear, he sat down to write his letter for Murata since there was still some time until Conrad showed up. It took him a few tries to finally figure out what to say. Now that he finally knew what love felt like, he knew that he really did love both of them. Short and simple was best, though, he decided. A love confession should be done in person.

Right after he rolled the parchment up for sending, a light knock sounded on the door.

Conrad was smiling as usual when Yuuri answered the door. "Good morning, Your Majesty. You look like you are in a good mood this morning."

Yuuri smiled back. "I am in a good mood. But it's Yuuri, remember."

He shut the door behind him and started walking down the hall alongside Conrad. About a minute into the walk he waved the letter. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to send this off before we run."

"Of course, Yuuri. Who is it for, if you don't mind my asking?"

Yuuri gazed down at the letter. "Just Murata. I haven't seen him in a while."

Conrad's smile didn't waver. "It's nice to have such good friends on your side."

Yuuri looked anywhere but at his face. "Yeah."

Wolf was still asleep when he returned. He didn’t want to just head off to work without even saying good morning, but he figured that was the best thing since he had to get all that paperwork done before he could see Murata. His head hurt just thinking about looking at that many papers. After changing into his day clothes, he looked again at the peaceful face of his sleeping fiance. On a stroke of genius, he realized that he could write Wolf his own letter. Short and simple, he decided again. Smiling triumphantly to himself, he set the letter down beside his sleeping fiance on the bed and left their chambers once more.

Wolfram woke up feeling more content than he had in a long time. Yuuri said he loved him! Sure, he had said it a handful of times by now, but this was the first time he had seemed sure of the words. Wolfram knew Yuuri might still stumble, but he felt assured at last that Yuuri really did want this relationship rather than just wanting to make him happy.

His arms stretched across the bed. He was disappointed but not surprised to find it devoid of his fiance. He was surprised, however, to find a note.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes so he could focus on the words. A small smile spread over his face.

Morning, Wolf,

I figured I should head to work bright and early today. I wanted to say hi first, though, and let you know that last night made me happy.

Wolfram set the note down and made himself presentable. Dressed and ready to head down to the dining hall for a quick brunch before his drills, he picked the note up and tucked it into his jacket pocket. It felt childish, but he wanted to keep a bit of Yuuri close to his heart.

Yuuri actually seemed to be taking his work seriously, since Wolfram didn’t see him at lunch. Figuring that he shouldn’t be disturbed, Wolfram instructed the guards to inform him instead of Yuuri when Murata arrived. He still hadn’t been contacted by the time he was finished with his drills, so he headed to take a bath.

It was still pretty early in the afternoon when he finished up, since drills were dying down due to the weather growing colder. He would have loved to take a ride on Roselind, but he had to stay within the castle’s perimeter to meet their guest, so he instead headed to the library and read up on ancient elemental practices. It was nearly an hour later when he finally received a summons.

Murata smiled when he saw Wolfram approach. “Lord Wolfram,” he greeted with a bow.

Wolfram wasn’t sure how to feel about the gesture. They had not really had a proper discussion since that day back at the shrine when Murata had propositioned him. Wolfram still wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that, but he figured by allowing Yuuri to invite him over to spend the night , he had kind of already agreed to that proposition.

“Thank you for coming,” he greeted back. After a moment, he added, “for Yuuri.”

Murata grinned at him. “Of course.”

“He’s still working.”

“I figured,” Murata said. “His letter said he might be late.”

“For now, you’re stuck with me. Unless you’d rather do something alone until then.”

Murata’s hand found his upper arm. “Now, why would I do that when I could spend this lovely time with you?”

Wolfram almost complained about the unsolicited physical contact but then he remembered how he was the one that told Murata to “do what he wanted.” He wasn’t ready to paint himself a hypocrite.

Trying to dispel the slight unease at being touched, he folded his other arm over his torso. “Well, then, what would you like to do? I take it you are not much of a rider.”

“No, not really.” Murata gave a self-mocking chuckle. “My body doesn’t really appreciate it the way some of my last ones did. Although I wouldn’t mind visiting the stables if you would like to tend to the horses.”

Wolfram shook his head. “No, that’s okay. We might as well stay inside so Yuuri can find us easier. I was just reviewing ancient elemental practices, if you’d like to join me in that?”

Murata’s eyes sparkled. “Ancient elemental practices? Like, alchemic crystallization and ambient kinesis?”

Wolfram smiled. “You know about it?”

Murata crossed his arms over his chest. “Of course! I know about all of the ancient mysticisms as well.”

Wolfram’s eyes widened. “Even those not detailed in the ancient texts?”

The Great Sage smirked. “Of course. I remember the time before those texts were written, you know?”

Wolfram grabbed the Sage’s hand and dragged him off to the library.

Yuuri heaved an exaggerated sigh when he finally finished signing the last piece of paper on his desk. He picked the paper up and slammed it down hard onto the completed stack. “And finished!” he cheered toward Gwendal, who was resolutely still working as well to make sure that Yuuri did as instructed. Yuuri actually felt a bit bad for keeping him longer than usual because of his own antics. But, oh well, it wasn’t really his fault, was it? No one told Gwendal he had to stay late with him.

Gwendal looked up from his own paperwork. Yuuri hadn’t exactly expected a smile or a “good job,” but he had expected more than an utterly blank expression.

The eldest son dismissed him with a wave of the hand. “Get going with you, then.”

Yuuri wondered if something was troubling the man, but he wasn’t about to dawdle later than he needed to, so he fled from the room without another word.

He checked his chambers, even though he had doubted he’d find his fiance and “partner” there anyway. He assumed Wolfram was not the sort to bring someone back to their room to “chill” even when the implications of what tonight would be were clear.

He felt a little guilty again thinking about that. Wolfram really was too good to him.

Next, he checked the dining hall since they would need to have eaten dinner. Still no luck. Knowing they both enjoy reading, he went to the library. What he found were the two of them huddled near each other glancing down at a single book. They were whispering between themselves as if afraid of getting caught by a stern middle-aged librarian. It made Yuuri smile.

Feeling a little bad about breaking the scene up, he cleared his thought and lifted his hand in a wave. “Hey.”

Murata’s eyes darted up first. “Yuuri!” He pushed the book onto Wolfram’s lap and ran over to hug him.

Yuuri stumbled back a little with the force but chuckled and returned the embrace. “I missed you,” he answered honestly.

Over Murata’s shoulder, Yuuri could see Wolfram shut the book and set it down on the seat cushion. “Go on,” Wolf said. “I’ll stay and read for a while.”

Yuuri frowned and pulled away from Murata so that he could face Wolf head-on. “Please stay–or, come with us, I guess. I didn’t mean to kick you out of our room by inviting him over.”

Wolf looked from Murata’s eyes to Yuuri’s. He wore a bittersweet smile. “I know. Don’t worry about it. I’ll,” he looked down at the cover of the book, “catch up in a while.” He looked back up at Yuuri. “I promise.”

Yuuri still felt odd about the situation as if he was doing something wrong by leaving him behind, but he decided to trust him. “Okay.” He looked at Murata and took his hand. “Let’s, uh, go then.”

Murata looked ecstatic over him holding his hand. He began walking out with Yuuri immediately, but when they reached the doorway, he called over his shoulder, in a strangely inviting tone, “See you later.”

Yuuri wondered if something was going on between them that he didn’t know about.

They were mostly silent all of the way to the royal chambers. Yuuri would have continued holding his hand the entire time, but he figured he shouldn’t when the guards could see. He sighed sadly when he had to let go.

Murata craned his head over toward him. “Yuuri?”

Yuuri startled. “Oh. I, uh, just…” They were almost at the door by now. “Let’s get inside.”

He practically pushed Murata inside the room. Luckily the guards were posted a bit down the hall. They could hear shouts but shouldn’t be able to hear other things that went on inside the room. Still, Yuuri wasn’t dumb enough to believe that the guards weren’t beginning to suspect that he and Murata had something going on after he had visited their room this many times. At least, he told himself, different guards were probably posted each time, and without proof, they couldn’t really spread false rumors. He could be inviting Murata to their room for purely innocent intentions.

But, of course, he wasn’t.

As soon as they were safely within the confines of the room, Yuuri pulled Murata close to him against the door. “Push me against the wall?” It was a poor imitation to any of the orders they had given him, but it did the trick.

Murata instinctively knew exactly how Yuuri wanted it. He pushed him backward by the shoulders while grinding their clothed groins together.

Yuuri let out an extremely embarrassing sound. Murata grinned at the reaction, though, and gave him a kiss as well.

“Are you going to answer my question from before, or we’re just going straight at it?”

Yuuri blinked to regain his focus. Oh, yeah. “I just,” he couldn’t meet Murata’s eyes, “didn’t want to let go of your hand.”

“Well, then.” Murata moved one of his hands down to grasp Yuuri’s.

Yuuri breathed out a short laugh which ended up turning into a moan. “I just want to feel you, ya know? And after last night with Wolf, I, uh, want a night with you…” He started to push Murata back. “But you’re right, it isn’t fair to call you over here just for sex.”

Murata held his ground. “I didn’t say I wasn’t into it.”

Yuuri huffed and shook his head. “You’re too much sometimes.”

Murata smirked and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You love it.”

“Yeah,” Yuuri said shakily.

It took a moment for the depth to dawn on Murata. He actually allowed space between them, although it still wasn’t much. “You actually sound like you mean it.”

Yuuri swallowed. “Y-yeah…You know how I didn’t understand what love was exactly? Well, I sorta figured it out last night.”

Murata snorted. “Which means you’re telling me you loved me for a while, right? Typical Yuuri behavior.”

Yuuri smacked him playfully on the arm. “Hey! It’s not like I did it on purpose.”

“Just like how you don’t do anything on purpose. Such a typical Yuuri move.”

“Yeah? Well, then…” Yuuri frantically tried to think of something he could do that wasn’t “Yuuri behavior.”

He launched himself at the other double-black. They both fell to the ground with Yuuri on top of him. Murata tried to cry out in surprise, but Yuuri’s lips smashed down onto his. One arm wrapped around his neck while the other traveled down to cup over his growing erection. Murata let out a groan at the contact which made Yuuri smile.

“See? I can be unpredictable!” he argued.

Murata laid all the way back against the rug. “That was uncalled for.”

“Yeah?” Yuuri asked defiantly. “Calling me nothing but predictable was also uncalled for. Talk about rude.”

Murata lifted his eyebrows. “You want to see rude?” saying this, he flopped over with all of his weight.

Caught unsuspectingly, Yuuri was helpless to the change in position and landed right on his back with Murata towering over him. It wasn’t a bad position at all, but from the gleam in Murata’s eyes, he knew he wasn’t in for anything good right now.

Murata’s fingers jabbed into his sides, armpits, and neck unrelentingly. Damn, Murata for knowing all of his weaknesses! Laughter bubbled out of him on impulse. His body attacked back defensively, trying in vain to knock him over or work past his arms to hit his partner’s own weak spots. Even though he was failing miserably in whatever game this had become, he couldn’t help the real laughter intermixing with the automatic. It felt nostalgic to be scuffling on the floor again. Years back, they had more wrestling and less tickling, though. So much laughter came out, Yuuri’s cheeks and sides began to ache.

“Okay!” he screamed out through the laughter. “I surrender!”

Always a good sport, Murata’s assault ceased instantly. Still, he smirked down at him. “What do you surrender, Your Majesty ?”

The way he said his title only made Yuuri smile harder. “My dignity.”

“Er! You never had that.”

Yuuri rolled his eyes at that. “My body?” he offered with a hint of sarcasm.

Murata just shook his head, looking far too high and mighty. “Wrong again. You already gave me that.”

Shit. Shit, shit…Yuuri needed out of this tickle fight, but also he really wanted to kiss that look off of his face, so he had no choice but to tell him what he wanted to hear. Right?

Yuuri turned his head to the side so that he wouldn't have to watch the look of triumph he knew would take over his partner’s face. “M–my h–heart?” He hated that it came out stammering.

Murata didn’t seem to mind, though. “Ding, ding, ding!” the double-black hollered happily. “We have a winner.”

Yuuri still wasn’t looking at him. “If I’m the winner, then what do I get?”

“You get to decide how we fuck tonight.”

Yuuri finally looked at him. He wasn’t smiling anymore. “That’s not right!” he pouted. “I’m supposed to be making love to you tonight, or whatever.”

Murata’s eyebrows lifted. “And what exactly does that entail?”

“I guess it means going slow and treating you special.”

Murata let out a short laugh. “You don’t have to go slow to treat someone special. Besides, I’ve always tried to treat you special anyway.”

Which meant Murata’s always been making love to him. Actually, wasn’t Wolfram always doing the same? His heart felt like it might explode out of his chest.

“And now I know that you’re treating me special,” Murata continued, oblivious to Yuuri’s possible cardiac arrest. “So, it’s fine. We don’t have to do anything different.”

Yuuri could feel heat in his cheeks. “What if I want to do something different?”

Murata smirked at him. “Yeah?” he asked suggestively. “What’s that?”

“For you to pin me to the wall again.”

Murata’s eyes danced. “I can, but the best you’re gonna get that way is a good grind. I’m definitely not strong enough to lift you up and fuck you against the wall.”

“Oh.” Yuuri couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of disappointment. But maybe Wolfram was strong enough to do that.

Focus! he yelled at himself in his mind. What else did he want to do?

“Lie back on the bed, then.”

Murata looked a little skeptical. “Should I undress first?”

Right. “I’ll do it!” he offered quickly. They stood up and Yuuri intently began to remove each of his items of clothing. He paid extra physical attention to each bit of skin he exposed, too.

Murata was giving him a look.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he complained. “Like I said, I’m showing you you’re special.”

Murata chuckled. “Okay. Go ahead.”

“I’m done, now, so you should get on the bed. I’ll get the lube.”

Murata climbed onto the bed while Yuuri undressed and went around the bed to get the lube out of the drawer. When Yuuri joined him on the bed, Murata reached out for the vial.

Yuuri shook his head and held it close. “No. I’m doing it today.”

Murata lifted his eyebrows. “Really, now?”

Yuuri could feel his cheeks flush. “Not like that. I’ll, uh, prepare myself. Although, I, uh, wouldn’t hate that…If you wanted it.”

Murata sat up and wrapped an arm around him. “You’re really cute when you get shy, you know that?”

Yuuri didn’t know exactly how to feel about that, so he pushed him back down and straddled his lap. “Okay. I’ll get started then.”

He clamped his eyes shut as he did the work of preparing himself. He wanted to show Murata that he was willing to put in more effort, and he figured Murata was enjoying the show since he sure enjoyed Wolf’s show in his imagination from yesterday, but he still couldn’t help feeling super embarrassed about it.

As soon as he felt stretched out, he pulled his fingers out and moved over Murata’s now thick erection.

He finally met Murata’s eyes which were dark and staring into him so intensely Yuuri wondered if he could see his soul.

He licked his lips and swallowed. “Are you ready?”

“Gods, yes,” Murata sighed. His hands gripped his hips, pushing him down more which caused the base of Yuuri’s balls to slide along his shaft.

Yuuri bit his lip at the sensation, then shifted so that he could line the tip of Murata’s dick into place. He lowered himself down slowly until he was fully impaled. It was a familiar sensation by now, but it felt different being this in control of the situation. Murata helped his movements but didn’t try to guide them. For the first time, he felt in charge.

It was oddly empowering.

After a while, Murata’s hand found his dick and started pumping him. Yuuri threw his head back, really feeling it now. He panted, riding wave of pleasure after wave of pleasure.

His chest filled with each upswell of pleasure. Finally, it was too much for Yuuri to bear and he had to arch himself over to kiss him. It was messy and fervent.

Murata did guide him some now. He encouraged him to speed up and to angle a bit lower.

Yuuri broke their kissing to cry out when he hit that extra sensitive spot inside him. Murata leaned up as best he could to reclaim his lips. Yuuri wanted to take his face in his hands and kiss him senseless but he needed his hands to hold himself up. He rocked up and down until he couldn’t even think anymore.

The next thing he knew the world whited out. When he blinked his eyes open, he was curled up beside Murata in the bed. Murata must have wiped them both clean.

“Back with me?” Murata teased.

“Yeah,” Yuuri said with an embarrassed smile.

Murata placed a kiss on the top of his head. “That was definitely special.”

“Really?” Yuuri asked hopefully.

“Yeah.”

Yuuri sighed in relief. “Oh, yeah, I wanted to ask you something. Since Wolf’s my fiance, what do you want me to call you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…” Yuuri rubbed the sheets between his fingers. “Are you my boyfriend or my partner or–”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Yuuri smacked his chest. “I’m being serious.”

“So, am I.”

Yuuri sighed. “I just want to show that you’re more special than a friend.”

“You already did that, though.”

“Still,” he continued defiantly, “I can’t have a fiance and a friend. I need a fiance and a partner.”

“Okay. Then I’ll be your partner.” He was smiling as if it wasn’t a totally huge deal.

Yuuri sighed trying to tell himself it really didn’t have to be. “Okay, partner.” It felt weird coming off his tongue.

Murata was still smiling, so it probably didn’t sound as weird.

Yuuri was still clutching onto Murata’s chest when the door opened. It took his brain a second to process that it was Wolfram returning. When it did process, he sat bolt upright which naturally caused him to wince. “Wolf!” he called out in an uncharacteristically loving tone.

Wolfram smiled at his greeting, but his eyes darted over to Murata who was still naked beside him. Yuuri could see the way his eyes took in all of his attractive details. Yuuri couldn’t blame him, Murata was hot!

When he didn’t come over immediately, though, Yuuri whined and stretched his arms out for him. It was a crime that he still hadn’t been able to kiss his fiance yet today.

Wolfram chuckled and came over to his side of the bed. “You’re acting like a child,” he said before giving him the kiss he wanted.

Yuuri just sighed and sagged against him. “I don’t care. I told you you didn’t have to leave.”

“It was only right to give you two a bit of privacy.”

Murata had never seemed upset watching him and Wolfram have sex, but maybe Wolfram would be upset watching the two of them instead.

However, Murata didn’t share his concern and teasingly asked, “What about me? Don’t I get a kiss?”

After an extended moment, Wolf leaned over Yuuri and did kiss him. It wasn’t exactly a chaste kiss either.

Yuuri was dumbfounded. He pointed an accusatory finger at Wolfram and then Murata. “I knew it! Something is going on between you two.”

Immediately, Wolf flared up in denial. “Not really.”

Murata smirked. “We were up in the air, but I guess we’ve landed.”

Confused, Yuuri looked to Wolf for elaboration.

Wolf groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “A while back before your whole breakthrough, we kissed.”

“We could have done more,” Murata said in a sing-song tone.

Wolf glared at him. “Like I said before, we had to sort things out with Yuuri before anything else.”

Yuuri nodded trying to put the picture together. It felt like he had jigsaw pieces that wouldn’t quite fit together all the way. “What does that mean exactly?”

“I don’t know,” Wolf answered with more emotion than necessary.

“It means," Murata cut in," that Wolfram needs to figure out what he wants and you need to tell us right now if you have some weird hold-up about us doing anything together. Although considering you orchestrated this little sleepover, I highly doubt that.”

Yuuri’s brain was shooting sparks off. This was weird and shouldn’t be happening, it said. But Yuuri took several deep breaths and tried his best to douse the reaction. It might be weird, but there was absolutely no reason it shouldn’t be happening. He was over here claiming them both and wanting to see Murata more often and wanting him over to sleep with them. It would be better, wouldn’t it? Different, sure, but wouldn’t it be better?

He looked at each of them and felt the unique way his heart fluttered in response. He realized that it had always been there but he had somehow just not noticed.

Taking in one more deep breath, he took one of each of their hands in his. “I want this to work.”

He could see Wolf swallow. “Okay.” The blonde’s eyes met Murata’s seriously. “What exactly are you wanting, though? You never made yourself clear.”

Murata shrugged. “What are you offering?”

Wolf groaned. “That’s not what I asked. Don’t act dismissive. I told you to be selfish, didn’t I?”

Murata hummed in thought. “I suppose I’d just like to see what happens. No pressure.”

Wolf pursed his lips in thought. Then, he nodded. “Okay, I can work with that.” His face hardened a bit, though. “But I’m not putting out right now! It’s late and I’m tired.”

Murata smiled. “I wasn’t asking you to.”

Yuuri smiled and kissed the crease on Wolf’s forehead. He was being way too cute. “I take it you’re ready for bed, then?”

“Duh. It’s past my bedtime already.”

Yuuri chuckled and pushed him up off the bed. “Get ready, then.”

Wolf huffed but headed over to the closet. Yuuri got up and started to follow his lead. Only after he had finished putting on his pajamas did he realize that Murata didn’t have anything to change into. “Oh my god!” he panicked.  “You don’t have anything to change into, do you?”

“Can I wear one of yours?” Murata asked in a pitiful tone.

“Sure, no problem.” Yuuri passed him a purple set of pajamas. He couldn’t help but stare as he put them on. They looked really good on him.

When the attractiveness of the sight diminished somewhat he realized something. “Hey!” he yelled, pointing a finger at him. “You knew you were staying over. Why didn’t you bring clothes?”

Murata smirked, not even trying to hide that he had planned this. “I wanted to sleep surrounded by your scent.”

Yuuri made an unintelligible sound.

Wolf was the one that managed to respond with an actual counterargument. “The whole bed reeks of us.”

Murata was still smirking even though he lifted the collar of the shirt up and took a giant whiff. “I know.”

Yuuri sighed in defeat. “Whatever. Let’s just get some sleep. Maybe I made a mistake. Being around both of you is tiring,” he complained as he climbed into the middle of the bed.

Wolf huffed loudly. “I’m tiring? What did I do?”

Yuuri waved his hand. “Nothing, just come to bed.”

Wolf groaned but did climb in behind him. His arms tugged him back against him. “Tell me or I won’t let you go.”

As if Wolf would let him go during sleep anyway. “Really, nothing.”

“Tell me.” This time Wolf spoke directly into his ear and it made his toes curl.

“You didn’t do anything today. I was just thinking about the future.”

Wolf’s arms held him closer instead of releasing him as promised.

Murata settled in on the other side, face-to-face with Yuuri. “The future, huh?”

Yuuri could feel his face heating and tried to hide it in the pillow. “Yeah. Is there a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” Murata sounded really happy which made Yuuri happy.

Yuuri’s arms wrapped around Murata as best as he could. He felt…a lot. Safe. Protected.

Loved.

The last thing he remembered before the void of sleep took him was the thought that he loved them. Whether he spoke it aloud or just thought it was unclear, though.

Yuuri woke up feeling hot and smothered. He groaned and opened his eyes to see Murata in front of him.

Oh, yeah.

He couldn't help but smile.

It was crazy to think about how different he felt just a few weeks ago, even more so a year ago. It was like he was an entirely different person from who enrolled in college or even the person who was pulled into this strange land.

And even though Wolf played a major role in the change, he really owed it all to Murata.

He was still hot from the covers, but it was more important to show his appreciation.

Murata startled awake from his kiss. "Yuuri?" he asked.

"Morning," Yuuri practically chirped.

"Morning. You sure are happy to be up this early."

Yuuri gave a cheeky smile. "Well, I'm always up this early to run with Conrad. I wanted to hurry and thank you before he got here."

"Thank me for what?"

"For daring me to kiss you."

“You shouldn’t thank me for that. I was taking advantage of the situation.”

Yuuri stood firm. “I don’t care. Deep down, I wanted you to.”

“I shouldn’t have made you kiss me the second time.”

Yuuri shook his head. “You never made me do anything.”

Murata’s face contracted. Yuuri might have thought he was close to crying but he had never actually seen his friend cry before.

Yuuri brushed over his cheek. “I’d never have gotten here without you beside me.”

Murata closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Then he smiled back at him. “Thank you for saying that.”

“I mean it,” and Yuuri did. He said before that he wanted to keep Murata beside him, but he doubly meant that now. He didn’t just need him because he took care of him, he helped him grow. Besides, Yuuri wanted him beside him.

Yuuri took his hand in his, and they fell into silence.

Eventually, Murata started to sit up. “I should leave so you can get back to your work.”

“No!” Yuuri cried. Expertly, he unwrapped himself from Wolfram’s octopus limbs and straddled Murata so that he couldn’t escape. “I wanted us all to have a picnic or something. I don’t want you coming all the way over here just for sex.”

Murata smiled. Yuuri could tell he appreciated that. “You still have to get your work done. Being Maoh is pretty important.”

Yuuri pouted. “I still deserve a day off every once in a while.”

A knock sounded at the door. “Your Majesty?”

“Crap!” Yuuri jumped off the bed and threw the blanket over Murata’s head. “Hide,” he whispered.

As soon as he opened the door, he stepped out of the room and shut it behind himself.

"It's Yuuri," he complained out of habit.

Conrad gave him an amused look. Yuuri probably reeked of sex and looked like it too. Conrad definitely knew what he had been up to.

Okay! Yuuri could handle that! He already told his godfather that he was going to "act in love," so this shouldn't be a big deal. Yeah, it was fine. Yuuri didn't need to have a freakout. But he would have a full-on panic attack if he found out he was getting freaky with Murata in there in addition to his baby brother.

"Can we run this evening instead?" he asked.

To his dismay, Conrad smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. He probably thought Yuuri was anxious to get back in there to have another round. Yuuri assumed he wanted to congratulate him on this development but thought that might be too much too soon. If only he knew how long this had actually been going on.

"Of course," Conrad agreed.

“Thanks,” Yuuri said before sliding back inside his chambers.

“Phew,” he sighed.

Murata was sitting up and smiling at him. “Nice diversion.”

Yuuri scowled. “I didn’t lie or anything.”

Wolfram’s arm stretched out. He grabbed a pillow and threw it blindly. “Shud uup, bof ohf yu. Tarying ta slaep.”

Yuuri smiled and went over to kiss the top of his head. “Sorry to wake you. But, since you’re up, let’s go have a picnic.”

Wolf groaned and sat up. “You can’t just take off work,” he said in a much clearer tone.

“But why not?” Yuuri whined. “I worked really hard yesterday.”

Wolf scowled. “That was all catch-up. You wouldn’t have had to do all that if you would have just focused in the first place.”

Yuuri crossed his arms with a pout. “I don’t see you spending all day working on paperwork.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the Maoh.”

Yuuri hated that he had a point. “But it’s the weekend. I deserve a day off every so often.”

Wolf scowled deeper. “What’s a weekend? Anyway, you take off more than every so often.”

“Yeah, but today is special. Murata’s here.”

Murata chuckled at that. “He’s right, though. You shouldn’t use me as an excuse.”

“But that’s not fair to you!” Yuuri argued. “Wolf gets to see me all the time.”

Wolf sighed in defeat. “Fine. I'll help you with your work since I don't have drills today.”

“Really?” Yuuri asked hopefully. He’d rather not do any paperwork, but that was better than nothing. “Thanks, Wolf.” He wrapped him up in a hug which Wolf readily returned.

When they broke apart, Wolf looked to Murata. “But if I'm helping, so are you.”

Murata lifted his eyebrows. “Am I?”

“Yep.”

“I didn’t think I was the one that took orders around here.”

Yuuri could feel his body heating up at that statement.

Not noticing the effect on him, Wolf just leaned back on the bed. “Maybe it’s about time you started.”

Murata smirked. “We’ll see.”

With the three of them splitting up the work, they managed to get through all of the paperwork in only a few hours. Yuuri felt more relieved than ever to be finished with the stack. “You should help me every day,” he suggested.

Wolf shot him down right away. “No way.”

“Aw, but why not?”

“You’d get spoiled.”

Yuuri pouted. “What am I, a dog?”

Wolf smirked at him. “I don’t know. You sit when told to.”

“Hey!” Yuuri jumped up and tackled him. They both fell onto the floor in a laughing pile.

They stayed there wrapped around each other laughing for a good while. When their laughter petered out, Murata came up and stretched his hands out to help them up. He was also smiling. They each took a hand and he helped hoist them up.

“You two really are a good match.”

Yuuri glared at him. “So, are we.”

Murata gave a short laugh. “If you say so.”

Yuuri put his hands on his hips. “I do say so. I also say that we get out of here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wolf nudged Murata with his shoulder. “Looks like you are taking orders.”

“Who knows? Maybe we all like taking orders every once in a while.”

They had a picnic. They had several picnics. And a horse ride (with Murata riding behind Yuuri because he’d rather not be in control of the horse, thank you). They went to Earth, too. They gorged themselves on pizza and ice cream and showed Wolf all the cheesy movies Murata and Yuuri used to watch together. They even read some manga together, some nostalgic and some new pieces that ended up being…enlightening.

Overall, they did a lot together, and Yuuri realized more and more each day how incredibly lucky he was to have met both of these wonderful men.

It wasn’t a cakewalk and Murata and Wolfram didn’t just fall in love as if it was nothing, but, well, Yuuri wanted it to work, so they made it work.

He liked to think they were all happier for it.

None of them could really know how things would have worked out any other way, but anymore, he could see more shared smiles than not. As long as they were all happy, he liked to think they had finally figured things out.

Sure, it took a bit of maneuvering, especially in the bedroom, but that was manageable, too. Murata seemed to take pleasure in the challenge of it anyway, and Wolfram, well no one could deny that he enjoyed himself.

As it turned out, they really did each enjoy following orders every once in a while.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

So I started rewatching a show from my childhood

[blvebite]

Yuuri x Wolfram edit. Heres some treat for yall wink wink. I might do more of these soon hehe<3

I wanted to find better eyes for wolfram then I got lazy🥲 I’ll find better ones next timee

[moonymiw]

Disclaimer: Ma!Series belongs to Tomo Takabayashi and this was only me having fun narrating random things in my head. 🙂

The Great Demon Kingdom Magazine

Spring Issues, Vol. 01 || A glimpse of the life in The Blood Pledge Castle through ca-me-ra lenses.

His Majesty The Demon King, Shibuya Yuuri, brought an instant-painting-machine from Earth. This machine that might rival Lady von Karbelnikoff’s inventions was called a camera. It was small, light, and no magic power required. Brilliant it was, though it broke eventually due to its soaked condition, caused by water that transported His Majesty from Earth to The Great Demon Kingdom.

However, His Majesty The King and His Eminence Murata Ken were kind enough to share what had been captured.

For those who were curious about His Majesty Yuuri’s remarkable charms, beautiful black hair and black eyes, he is as beautiful as he was rumored to be, apparently. His Eminence is also the same.

According to Lillit Rach Nanatan Mikotan Dacascos, the humble soldier that sent these pictures, while His Majesty and His Eminence were having fun sharing their portraits—His Majesty found it very pleasing to also share some of official portraits of other residents of Blood Pledge Castle, purposely posed for this special request of The Demon King.

His favourite one was (reason unknown) a portrait of Her Royal Former Majesty, Lady Cäcilie von Spitzweg, his predecessor. No one doubts her beauty and I believe, dearest readers, you will find yourself also fall into her unavoidable charms.

Her three sons are undeniable handsome, but the rumor of how His Excellency The Third Son, Lord Wolfram von Bielefelt, is the only one who is beautifully similar to his mother, is apparently true. Maybe this is one of the reasons why His Majesty puts these unrivalled beauties on his favourite lists. Lord von Bielefelt, after all, is his devoted fiancé.

His Excellency The Second Son, Lord Conrart Weller is no stranger to ladies’ ears nor eyes. He is quite popular, after all, and after this newest portrait of his was shared, perhaps his popularity will increase even more.

And although His Excellency The Oldest Son, Lord Gwendal von Voltaire, is not interested in spotlights, ladies (and gentlemen) still find his cold demeanors completely mesmerizing. People began to talk, however, of how Lord von Voltaire remains unmarried up until now—although he is the head of von Voltaire household. But one of the rumors said that he already landed his heart to his childhood friend, one of The Three Great Witches, Lady Anissina von Karbelnikoff.

The rumor still rings untrue, unfortunately, since the famous Red Devil, Crimson Anissina also prefers being a single woman. She was rumored fighting giant bear single-handedly and feared by most of men in the kingdom, but if we take a look closely, her admirable petite form and beauty is still a match to Lady Cäcilie’s.

The dilemma of this Mad Magicalist / Inventor’s unladylike behaviour and her beauty was frequently felt by one of von Voltaire’s men, Jozak Gurriere, who also happened to be captured by His Majesty camera, and stated boldly that he wanted to somehow being in the same frame with Anissina-chan and challengingly “do romantic poses with her”, but was too afraid of his boss.

Speaking of the most beautiful person in the kingdom, it is not fair if this particular person wasn’t mentioned in the first place. His Excellency Lord Günter von Christ, the famous tutor of the royal family and The King’s loyal advisor. Though men fancied him, apparently his only interest is His Majesty himself.

Written by: Anonymous

[arius-starwalker-1412]

My long due fanfic which should've already been posted in the first week of the MA Event. But as they say, better late than never!

It is a Yuuram fic but with everyone playing cupid, heh. I don't know how it turned out, but I think it is good enough. It is a bit long, but I hope you read it (and find it funny). Idk why but Yuuri and Wolfram just don't kiss! Even in my fanfic! I just can't make them kiss each other. I had such a hard time! I have to thank my friend here, she really helped me out with her suggestion or this fic wouldn't've been completed.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

[hiirolangley]

Okay, we’re discussing Maruma ships now so here are some not on the main list yet! + my rambling and disjointed thoughts as they occurred to me. 

So there was the brief Flynn x Yuuri mutual crush thing that happened in Shimaron.  The almost-touch in Big Shimaron when Flynn reaches out to him springs to mind as well as the 'kiss' to knock Yuuri out and their dance at the ball where they just end up holding each other.  Although Yuuri very clearly decides in his brain not to like her in the end and Flynn is like, I'm married to Caloria, there was still a little something there (and it probably partially contributed to how much Wolf hates her XD).  Throwing in my thoughts about this one here... it's kinda ehhhhhhhhhhhhh.....  I mean, Wolfram is one thing because the whole mazoku aging thing, but Flynn is a human in her twenties and Yuuri is sixteen.  It's definitely ehhhhhh..........  I’m not calling the police or anything especially since nothing happened, just giving it a major side-eye.  In any case, this crush is significant because once Yuuri decides in words in his head not to fall in love with her, he stops looking at women altogether.  Name another woman from that point on that he fanboys over like he did all the time prior to meeting Flynn.

Sticking to Flynn, Flynn x Norman were a married couple and they did truly seem to be in love.  Just by how much she fights for her late husband's land and people and talks about how she regrets never having the chance to have his children and how she completely betrayed her family's expectations to infiltrate Norman's family for political fuckery, I think it's pretty obvious.

Also Conrad x Maidmer Princess!!!  How could you forget the most iconic pairing of the entire series!!  XDDD She's the one and only woman Conrad out loud admits to being in love with (although honestly not sure how that worked because they couldn't even have a conversation, but oh well).  The story this came from also gave us many fun moments ranging from Josak trying to set extremely obviously straight Conrad up with a group of crossdressers, Gwendal's mind getting blown like 10x in a row thinking that extremely obviously straight Conrad was sleeping with men (including Josak) but then trying to assure Conrad through his shock that he’ll be okay with it while Conrad freaks out, Gwendal wholeheartedly ready to accept a fish lady as his sister in law, Yuuri accidentally insulting the fuck out of Conrad's room, Conrad being worried that Yuuri was calling him boring for a minute before getting mentally smacked in the face by Yuuri complaining about being rated 88% unfuckable (and Conrad thinking to himself, well yeah of course), and just Conrad's POV in general which is always fun because he is a little shit XDDD  Also I love when he was thinking to himself, I spent the war sleeping with all sorts of women, some of whom were married, and when the war was over people called me a Whore Prince... and then the first complaint he makes about that is along the lines of I’m not a prince, dumbasses.  What a fucking gift to humanity that story was.

Getting off my Crack!otp, there’s Cherie's 3 husbands!  I think volume 5's prologue sums that up best so I’ll just direct people there.

And then, Yuuri’s parents!  Shouma x Miko.  The couple that should not have lasted because they literally went on like 5 dates before Shouma confessed to being a mazoku and Miko was like OMG MARRY ME NOW SO I CAN HAVE MAZOKU BABIES despite thinking he was lame af beforehand... and then they got married XDD  I feel like every time they appear on page together they get into an argument or misunderstanding, but they’re still together so /shrug

That’s all I can think of right now~  

Moving on...

My otp for this series is the royal couple.  How often is my otp the official endgame couple!?  NEVER!  Lord knows I get Second Lead Syndrome on every damn story I read/watch, but for this series I’m not rooting for Conrad.  Way back in my early maruma fangirling days, I liked Yuuram and Conyuu equally because who doesn’t love anyone Morikawa Toshiyuki voices?  I know that could be hard to believe I liked opposing ships the same amount, but that’s an actual thing that happened.  Once I grew up, the Conyuu went away.  That kinda sounds insulting to Conyuu shippers, but it’s not.  Let me explain~  Psychoanalyzing myself, me liking Conyuu was more me being like, Conrad would be the perfect boyfriend! instead of Conrad and Yuuri are great together!, but when I got older I was like, holy hell he would actually be the worst boyfriend after a while no thanks??? XDDDDD  That’s a whoooole other post I probably won’t make~  Anyway, we all have embarrassing college-aged memories whether you attended or not so let’s move on.

Anyway, I know Conyuu is baited all the time and rereading the Maidmer Princess story reminded me that Conrad says looking at Yuuri’s sleeping face gave him the same feeling as looking at the maidmer he fell in love with, but there’s no way that relationship’s gonna pan out canonically.  I feel like I’m playing with fire saying that though o.o

Moving on again, ships I fully support would be:

Yuuri x Wolf

Gwendal x Anissina

Adalbert x Julia (you know, in a posthumous way)

And you know what???  Josak x Murata.  The chaos.  The pure Bisexual Chaos™.  I’m here for that.

Also on the topic of couples!  Let’s talk about Nicola and Hube.  I have feelings here.  Say what you want about Wolfram, at least he’s mentally on the same page as Yuuri.  Gegenhuber is a whole ass man who knocked up a 15/16 year old.  I know they made her older in the anime, but don’t believe those lies!  Do I need to elaborate how he’s gross?  I don’t think so.  BUT, I do like how sensei filtered it through Yuuri’s POV.  (Fyi, I realize the following is partially headcanon) As an also 16yo, this grossness does not cross Yuuri’s mind at all.  In fact, the only thing he remarks on is that he can’t believe she was pregnant and getting married to another man ... but it crosses Gwendal’s.  Adult Gwendal is FURIOUS when he finds out Nicola is pregnant.  He was already mad because he hates Gegenhuber and was getting irritated that he and Nicola were in love/told her he’d use the mateki to help humans, but when he finds out she’s preggers and they totally had sex he loses his shit.  I dunno, it’s like sensei properly communicated that a teenager wouldn’t necessarily recognize the fucked-up nature of a man in his twenties (or the mazoku version of that) starting a relationship with a 15yo and that they also might misinterpret the anger of the older people who do know better.  

And like a cherry on top, Gwen’s anger is solely directed at Gegenhuber, not Nicola.  After this adventure, Gwendal personally takes super good care of Nicola and makes sure she’s set up nicely with the Grisela family and even visits her regularly... and then when Gegenhuber wakes up, Gwendal almost kicks him to death.  Seriously, he literally kicked him so much Anissina had to heal him so he wouldn’t die (and while she was healing him she was like, you’re fucking gross and I wouldn’t care if you dropped dead here, but I kinda have to do this.)  I dunno, I feel like there are so many reasons for people to hate Gegenhuber, I can’t make the claim that this is 100% significantly adding to the hatred.  Would you notice another drop in a bucket?  But this is my opinion on the matter~  Anyway, it’s 1:30am and I need to stop typing!

[redglassesgirl-maruma]

Live reaction/post to the new Drama CD

 I decided to listen to it and live-write in a post with whatever I’m thinking XD 

For the ones who want the general summary of this new CD, here’s marumafan post. You can get a good idea of everything that happens in it from the summary alone and skip this post if you’re not interested, there’s nothing new and I don’t have the japanese level to explain anything, I’m just doing this for entertainment purposes ^^

Aw, I missed the voice actors, they’re great as always <3 I understand like 20% or less of what I hear but it doesn’t matter haha.

That first reference they do is killing me, I strongly believe the “hot limit/revolution” thing Yuuri says about Wolfram’s costume is related to TM Revolution’s song Hot Limit, a video that was very sexy for his time and the costume the singer is wearing resembles the designs for this Halloween CD. Video here in youtube, I feel so old watching it again xD The dictionary Wolf’s using is making things worse but I love it, I hope they keep it as a running gag.

Anissina’s costume is super sexy, and now I see her voice in the CD is pretty sexy too. The whip and all, dominatrix style like Cherie. And I’m dying with Wolf crying and talking about Günter’s fate hahaha, so dramatic. He rolls back pretty quickly to “Sorry Günter, I’ll save myself” haha, same as previous CDs where he wouldn’t even sacrifice for Gwen. Hahaha they drop the CD name so casually, like “ah, here I have to say the title...” xD I love these funny details when they break the wall.

Oh man I couldn’t recognize Conrart’s voice at first, until he calls Gwen aniue I was wondering who was this. I had to go back here and listen to their scene again. Aw so cute when Conrart says daisukidayo to him, loved that. Specially because I always remember from the special The Maidmer Princess and I and the way Conrart thinks about Gwen there, so cold and distant, like they’re not even friends. I would like it so much if they maintain this development where they’re all close.

Ahhh, my Jozak xD I love to hear his voice, and he’s arriving with Mura. The “gaooo” Mura does is so cute, Gwen I feel you hahaha. The changes in Jozak voice are always amazing, the voice actor is so versatile, but Anissina in the first part also impressed me with her voice acting. Mura always breaking the 4th wall, that’s his thing . I’m sad I don’t understand some parts I was interested in detail from the summary haha, my second OTP being Jozak and Mura wants me to understand more moreeee.

Poor Gwen being whipped, but he seems to be enjoying it? XD so M, your Excellency. Jozak calling her Anissina-chan, he’s the only one that dares, hearing him is great.

Hahahhaa, the censored word Anissina is saying makes everyone loose their mind. And she keeps repeating and repeating, this part is hilarious. Excuse me, what did you say girl? XD

So, in this part in the summary she’s basically saying “pussy juice” and I just can’t when Yuuri ends up drinking the morning dew (aka the juice) and faints. Boy so gay he can’t stand anything related XDDDDDDD And he’ll end dreaming sad things, but also being married to a guy with an adopted daughter and enjoying his happy gay family hahaha. There’s so much to analyze about Yuuri here but it’s also very self explanatory.

Anissina goes from sexy queen to a lolicon voice in a split of a second, calling Yuuri-kun and all in a childish singing voice. Hhahaha, when Yuuri drinks the juice, Wolf screams “Yuuuuuuri” (Nooo, don’t go to the dark side of heterosexuality! xDDDDD Can’t help it).

So, now Anissina is just a chibi or something, her voice is 1000% loli. I applaud this woman with that range of voices and that control. We have the best seiyuus and I’m so glad. Everyone has been amazing so far, not just her, but I’m just impressed hearing Ani for so long this time.

Now the dream is happening. Gwen really sounds calm and happy, I’m so glad. I can’t say much about this part because I don’t understand much of what they’re saying, now Jozak is at his bar and all. Same as Apollo but hearing it makes me feel way less depressed than the written version. The Apollo ending made me so sad, so I don’t re-read it as other specials and parts of the novels. I think now Jozak is complaining no one comes to visit him and yeah, that’s sad. Yuuri is not having a good time, every time he steps in and out of some sort of room while seeing these dreams he’s like living a nightmare. Chibi Anissina is there to guide him trough the changes.

It’s Conrart part now. Well, it starts cheerful, then romantic and then they end things very badly. A roller coaster that I’m not a fan of, specially because I don’t like this ending for Conrart, I think he deserves better than “repenting” alone and nothing else. Like, let the man be happy for once. Yuuri’s even punching his clothes or something, and Conrart drops a sayonara there, so cold man so cold.

Now is Wolf time! Yuuri summarizes everyone’s situation to Wolf very quickly and they sound super casual with a romantic jazz music as OST xDDD Then the music turns serious and kind of epic when they speak about Conrart and also Shin Makoku, the decision to come to Earth, it’s quite nice. Wolfram’s always wonderful when he’s prince like. The wife/husband discussion again hahhaa, but so SO casual~ then they just talk about Greta with more slow music. So the topic about hey we’re newlyweds is very cute and super mega casual with no tsundere attitude at all.

They’re so married~ I can die happy now, this is enough for me specially because the dream is a about the actual future Yuuri shouldn’t have seen. It’s something that is actually true, and that’s sad because some characters endings could be better, but at the same time I’m so glad they’re fucking married, finally xDDDDD

And this ending just happens in two years, we can calculate thanks to Greta’s age, and I think Yuuri just said it to Anissina, that she’s 10 now and she was 12 in the dream/future. Now Mura calls by phone to wake him up, and Yuuri is sad about everything except Wolf and Greta. Now Yuuri must forget the spoilers xD Mura special powers/knowledge no one understand but are very convenient.

Yuuri wakes up, Murata says the prohibited word and the biiiip keeps being a great gag for me, with a 5 years old sense of humor. Jozak making Wolf calm down is great, let’s be zeeeeen. I think I understood Jozak said he likes Anissina because x and x reason. And now we go to another pairing, with Yuuri trying to remember the good part of the dream, but Wolf’s too excited and mad for his back and forth, some sort of hilarious discussion and misunderstanding I’m not getting XD

Something about Yuuri and Greta haha, and Wolf saying he’s not forgiving him. Nooo, the OST is the marriage song. Wolf’s voice when Yuuri actually explain they’re both dad and daddy, awn. The dictionary again haha, Wolfram keeps using it and making everything worse. Marriage fanfare again hah, but I don’t understand what’s happening here, there’s Jozak and Conrart commenting too. Then, something about Anissina torturing Gwen a lot aaaand... the end.

The rest of the CD is the freetalk with the seiyuus, and this is a challenge because even if I listened to it fully, I don’t get what they’re talking about. I’ll just leave this at a one time listening and go back to my favorite parts to listen again and again and practice my hearing skills xD

 So, I really enjoyed this CD. My way of listening to it has been messy, a little bit here and there over an enteire week when I had the time and wasn’t dead tired. Slowly trying to understand but replaying and going back and forth. I have to listen to it again just in one go without stops, but I’ll not do the live writing again, it’s just pointless, once is more than enough!

[wulfravenlilly]

I absolutely love this! Thank you so much for all your hard work! You are amazing!

wow wow wow I’m sorry to @wulfravenlilly for taking a million years to post this.  Just a really funny moment from an early chapter of this great fic! If you haven’t read it I highly recommend it~

[marumafan]

Hey. How are you doing? I found out about KKM some days ago and I'm already so in love with Yuuram

Hello @himorywoods

Well, there’s two ways of reading them. One is: all the novels and gaidens and then all the extras, mini novels and doujinshi.The other option is to read the extra stories in between novels but…. I wonder if it’s a good idea to read them like that. Because the ‘extra stories’ were sometimes written a long time after the novels they refer to, so.. even if the events chronologically belong before or after certain novels, I wonder if one can fully appreciate them by reading them in between the canon. 

Having said that, I can list when each of them is placed in the timeline

After novel 1-But My Heart Will Probably Beat Excitedly

After novel 2 -Mini-Mini 04 - Put a lid on it

After novel 4 - Together with Father

Before novel 5 (in no particular order)-TANGO-Short Short2 - Mother and son- Short Short 3 - Brothers-Short-short 4 - Questions- Mini-Mini 01 - Kyou Kara Maou! Merry Christmas- Mini-Mini 02 - Nigth-night oyasumi?-Mini-Mini 09 - Who do you ship? -Mini-Mini 11 - Lucky Bag (Yuuri x Wolfram x Conrad x Gunter)-Maidmer princess 1-2-When I was lost a kumahachi-Duel at MA noon-The first 5 doujinshis: Vier, Knecht Ruprecht, WC or NPB, Walpurgis Nacht (Don’t miss out on ‘Change’) and FIre Flower Fire

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After novel 5:“The Fiance’s Warm Water’s …type of Day Off”

His Excellency Gunter filling a complaint! Gwendal

His Excellency Gunter filling a complaint! Conrart

His Excellency Gunter filling a complaint! Wolfram

His Excellency Gunter filling a complaint! Josak

His Excellency Gunter filling a complaint! Murata Ken

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After novel 8, before novel 9 - Short Short 1 - “Father and Son”

Mini-Mini 10 - We’re going on that trip (this story doesn’t take place anywhere in the canon, it was written at a time when they thought the novels would take a different turn and then they didn’t. It’s a limbo story)

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After Gaiden 3-Mini-Mini 08 - Because you are a kid who can do anything if you just try!? ((This story takes place after the story “The Maou’s Harem”, ))

————————————— After Novel 13It happens to everyone *(doujinshi 8). This is the ending that was canned and was going to take place after Novel 13.

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After novel 17 - in no particular order

Have a nice trip1-2-3

Getting to Know Shin Makoku by Walking Through a Ma!Town

Poison Lady in another land 1-2Love LetterLame Star WarsMini-Mini 06 - White cat

Mini-Mini 07 - side. Wolfram Yuri Murata; and side. Gwendal Conrad Gunter

Mini-Mini 05 - The reception

Mini-Mini 12 - Let’s Speak Keigo Night!

Murakenzu R (RETURNS)

Never Ending Poison Lady - Part 1 /2

Crossheart

The Girl is a Witch

Do you want an exorcism 1-2

Misepan 1-2

Enjoy ^^

[xxxxlolixxxx-blog]

QUIERO ENAMORARTE MAS   (WOLFRAM X YUURI)

EN LAS TIERRAS DE SHIN MAKOKU NACÍAN DOS PEQUEÑOS PRÍNCIPES UNO SERA EL PRÓXIMO REY Y EL OTRO ES EL HEREDERO DE LAS TIERRAS BIELEFED,AMBOS NIÑOS SON HUÉRFANOS DE PADRE PERO NO DE MADRE DADO QUE EN LA GUERRA MURIERON AMBOS PADRES DADO QUE ERAN AMIGOS.

YUURI ES UN JOVEN MUY AMABLE,SINCERO,VALIENTE.

OJOS AZULES COMO LOS DE SU PADRE,PELO NEGRO COMO EL DE SU MADRE,PIEL MORENA PERO NO TANTO,TENIA DOS MAYORKU EL DEL AGUA Y RAYO.AUN ASÍ ERA LA VIVA IMAGEN DEL YA FALLECIDO REY.

ES EL MEJOR AMIGO DE WOLFRAM VON BIELEFED,EL ESTA ENAMORADO DE SU AMIGO WOLFRAM,AUN SIN SABER QUE SUS MADRES LOS COMPROMETIERON AL NACER DADO QUE WOLFRAM ES UN DONCEL Y YUURI UN ALFA.  

WOLFRAM ES EL HEREDERO DE LAS TIERRAS BIELEFED ES HIJO DE LA REINA CECILIE ES RUBIO IGUAL A SU PADRE Y MADRE Y OJOS VERDES COMO LOS DE SU MADRE.

ES MUY ORGULLOSO ES BUENO CON LA ESPALDA,VALIENTE,SINCERO,LISTO PERO NO TANTO COMO YUURI,SOLO VE A YUURI COMO UN HERMANO SIN EMBARGO SE ENTERA QUE EL ES SU FUTURO PROMETIDO YA QUE SUS MADRES LOS COMPROMETIERON AL NACER AUNQUE EL SE REHÚSA PERO POCO A POCO LO DEJARA DE VER COMO UN SIMPLE AMIGO-HERMANO?

ERA UN TARDE EN SHIN MAKOKU EL PRÍNCIPE YA TERMINABA SUS ACTIVIDADES.

CRONAD: eso era todo yuuri-heika

YUURI: gracias cronad,gunter y gwendal 

CRONAD: no luce muy feliz yuuri-heika

YUURI: tienes razón,es solo que hoy los diez nobles vendrán para una reunión_dijo con desanimo

GUNTER: y eso xq una reunión justo ahora si todo esta al día y en calma?

YUURI: es xq ya dentro de tres días seré mayor de edad 

GWENDAL: con mayor razón vendrán es una reunión para elegir un consorte ya sea que a usted le elijan un prometido o que usted sea el prometido de ese alguien   

YUURI: exacto

CRONAD: y cuando es?

YUURI: dentro de poco_dije con desanimo 

CRONAD: no se quiere usted comprometer yuuri-heika?

YUURI: no es eso cronad,es solo que....

GUNTER: sigue enamorado del príncipe caprichoso_dijo con mucha sinceridad

GWENDAL: aun no supera a mi hermano_dijo un poco feliz 

CRONAD: ya son 17 años,baya_dijo muy feliz

YUURI: mmmm

CRONAD: bueno no hay nada de que preocuparse,ustedes son mejores amigos desde la infancia incluso fueron novios pero por algún motivo raro mi hermano le termino

YUURI: y después de eso me dijo que solo me podía mirar como un hermano_dije un poco triste 

GUNTER: pero eso paso hace mucho rato ustedes fueron desde los 6 años hasta los 9 años novios,seguro que eso ya cambio 

YUURI: no lo creo hace no poco sin quered cuando el vino de visita lo mire,una chica mazoku se le declaro y el la acepto ahora son novios.....incluso los vi besándose se nota q wolfram la quiere_dijo con los ojos llorosos 

CRONAD: yuuri-heika¡

YUURI: soy un idiota llorando por bobadas_dije con una lagrima saliendo de mis ojos

GUNTER: esta muy enamorado del príncipe caprichoso

YUURI: si_dije sonrojado

EN ESO TOCAN LA PUERTA DEL DESPACHO....

YUURI: adelante 

GRETA: hola mama

YUURI: hola hija que pasa?

GRETA: abuela dice que la reunión empezara dentro no muy poco 

YUURI: gracias hija 

GRETA: mama estuviste llorando otra ves,supongo que por papa?

YUURI: si perdón 

GRETA: aunque yo no conocí a mi padre,xq me adoptaste después x lo que me has contado es un buen hombre

YUURI: si lo es pero no se porque me termino_dije un poco triste

GRETA: bueno, me voy a estudiar chao mama nos vemos 

YUURI: si

CRONAD: que aras cuando wolfram se entere?

YUURI: nada,tu sabes que yo adopte a greta no la tuve con ningún hombre ni con ninguna mujer

CRONAD: ya veo

YUURI: bueno cronad vamos la reunión ya va a empezar

GRETA HIJA HIJA ADOPTIVA DE YUURI,LA ADOPTO CUANDO SU PADRE UN GUARDIA REAL MURIÓ ENTONCES DECIDIÓ ADOPTAR A LA HIJA DE ESE HOMBRE PAR QUE NO ESTUVIERA SOLA.

GRETA ES LA PRINCESA DE YUURI ES BUENA CON LA ESPADA,GENTIL,RESPONSABLE,MUY SINCERA,VALIENTE Y COMPRENSIVA,ES RUBIA CON OJOS AZULES,NO POSEE MAYORKU PERO TIENE UN DON QUE HA DESARROLLADO  MUY BIEN PUEDE LEER LOS SENTIMIENTOS DE LA PERSONA ATRAVEZ DEL CORAZÓN A ESTA HABILIDAD SE LE LLAMA OJOS DIVINOS.  

EN LA REUNIÓN ESTABAN PRESENTES LOS REPRESENTANTES DE LAS DIEZ FAMILIAS REALES DE SHIN MAKOKU.

Lord von Bielefeld WALTORANA

EL PADRE DE WOLFRAM

Lord Weller  

EL PADRE DE CRONAD 

Lord von Voltaire

EL PADRE DE GWENDAL

Lord von Christ Günter

Lady von Spitzberg Cecilie

Lady von Wincott Susanna Julia

Lady von Karbelnikoff Anissina

Von Grantz Adalbert

Rey Saralegui

Ken Murata

CONTINUARA...........

[gruvia-lolu-nalu-jerza]

For send me fandom: Kyo Kara Maoh /since I love em ok ahahah.

Thanks for the ask!  It’s funny how you’re requesting KKM, when I’m literally writing a KKM fanfic in another tab window/my tablet RIGHT THIS MINUTE xDDD.

Kyou Kara Maoh

fav character:  Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld

least favourite character:  Probably Adalbert.  I’ve just never really liked big, muscular characters who are all macho and think they can beat others with pure physical strength.

otp:  Yuuri x Wolfram. They’re just so freakin’ precious together… T_T

brotp:  Yuuri x Murata. I love Murata, and I love the Yuuri/Murata friendship.

notp:  Yuuri x Saralegui… it makes me SO INSANELY UNCOMFORTABLE. Not just because of the fact that Saralegui is playing Yuuri like a fiddle and Yuuri is just too gd naive/oblivious af to Saralegui’s manipulation, but also becAUSE OF YUURI’S BLATANT HYPOCRISY??? Sitting here rejecting Wolfram’s advances with the excuse of “you’re a guy!! there’s no way we can be together romantically because you’re a guy and I’m a guy and I just don’t swing that way!!” Then, turning RIGHT AROUND and be like staring at Saralegui’s lips (YES, I’M LOOKING AT YOU, INFAMOUS COFFIN SCENE). LIKE WTF YUURI YOU ALREADY HAVE A FIANCE BACK THE FUCK OFF!! Also, ConYuu at times makes me a little uncomfortable, because Conrad is LITERALLY Yuuri’s godfather/mentor/father figure, and… that’s a little hella weird to picture them in a romantic relationship…???

Send me a fandom

[larkawolfgirl]

On Forever (Murayuuram)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Major Character Death Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Murata Ken, Wolfram von Bielefeld, Shibuya Yuuri Additional Tags: Discussions of death, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Moving On, differences in lifespans, Grief/Mourning, Mild Sexual Content

Summary: Ken knew something about forever. He couldn’t promise forever, but he could promise now. -- The effect of Murata's shorter lifespan, explored from three different perspectives.

This takes place many years after the end of From Today On, I Start Anew, but you don’t really need to know anything to understand this.

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Chapter 1: Murata

“Too bad, you’re stuck with me forever, now,” Wolfram told Yuuri one evening. Naturally, the goof grinned back, saying that’s what he’d wanted anyway.

Ken didn’t say anything, because it wasn’t true. They wouldn’t be together forever, and no matter how many times Yuuri said it, the man couldn’t love either of them forever even if he tried.

Ken knew something about forever. It was a word that was frankly overused. No one lived forever, and even if someone could, they wouldn’t want to. Ken had memories from 4,000 years ago. Most were pleasant, even downright joyful, but too many were painful, even tragic. It took a lot out of someone to carry that with them, even if the memories were not necessarily your own. Everyone had karma, but Ken’s was strong enough to cause PTSD if he let it.

Ken would never in his lifetime make a promise of forever. It would be a lie, and a distasteful one at that.

Still, it was a word used far too often, even as a promise. Shin Makoku’s traditional wedding vows included the line: “And under Shinou’s watchful eyes, I promise you forever. From this day forward until the day death parts us, I will stand beside you. No matter the trial that attempts to shake us apart, we will weather the storm. Forever, will our love triumph.”

It brought a bitter taste to his mouth. You could choose to love someone for as long as possible, but you could never promise that nothing besides death would part you from them. That was something his soul had learned early on. Love did not always triumph.

But somehow Yuuri’s had. For now at least. That reckless loverboy managed to somehow rewrite time in order to make his love last. He even risked all of his progress on someone like Ken.

If anyone could achieve forever, it would be someone like Yuuri.

Perhaps forever wouldn’t be so bad if it was with Yuuri and Wolfram.

Shinou asked him once if he would consider changing his mind. All it would take would be a snap of his fingers for Daikenja’s soul to continue on as before. He could remember his love for these two men for centuries. For a moment it was tempting. More for their sakes than his own. He knew how the reincarnation thing went, though. He’d remember them, but he still wouldn’t ever be Ken Murata again. A part of him may still love them, but he wouldn’t choose them. Even if the thought occurred to him, his soul was always too defiant to repeat the same decisions again for the sake of proving that he really was his own person.

The three of them didn’t really discuss the matter. Ken preferred appreciating the now that he had with them rather than dwelling on the day that it would end. He knew that the idea of his shorter lifespan troubled Wolfram, and Yuuri didn’t even want to think about it at all. The few times it did come up, though, he always spun that distasteful promise on its head. He couldn’t promise forever, but he could promise now. He could remind them that his decision to start anew in his next incarnation had nothing to do with them.

Grasping their hands, he would push their own together as well. They would be fine without him, he said. It wasn’t a wish, or even a promise. It was an assurance. Ken could always see the flash in Yuuri’s eyes because the king knew it to be true. They could live a long and happy life together even if he wasn’t by their side.

Chapter 2: Wolfram

“I hate it,” Wolfram said, not caring one bit that his voice was frigid. It was halfway Ken’s fault that he was feeling this way. It was childish and pessimistic, but he hated to look at him. He hated the wrinkles creasing his skin, the greying of his once-midnight hair, and the pity that now stared back.

It had been bad enough when Ken first appeared older than either of them, but now it was ridiculous. To anyone who somehow didn’t know who they were, it would look like they were dating someone old enough to be their grandparent.

Wolfram hated it. He hated it more than he had hated anything in his life, which was saying something.

He hated to see how time was draining the man he had come to know. He hated knowing that it would one day take him away from them. He hated that there was nothing he could do about it.

Wolfram wasn’t crying. His emotions were all channeled into rage, heat spreading across his skin. Even so, Ken brushed a finger under his eyes as if searching for tears.

His face wrinkled further when he smiled sadly. “I know,” he said in a now raspier voice.

But you won’t do anything about it, Wolfram thought bitterly. He was being selfish. He knew that. Swallowing down the bile in his throat, he demanded as haughtily as possible, “Kiss me and make up for it.”

“Of course,” Ken said easily, kissing him just as easily.

It wasn’t a soft kiss. Ken knew what Wolfram was asking for. The Mazoku wrapped his arms around his husband, locking him into place. The universe would take him eventually, but not right now. Not while he was safe in his arms.

Eventually, they had to break apart to breathe. Wolfram didn’t let him go, though. He didn’t take mercy on him either. His mouth found the junction of his shoulder and neck and bit, hard . Ken was his and Yuuri’s alone. He would tell the universe that if he had to.

Ken’s hand cradled the back of his head. “Wolf…”

Wolfram growled at the nickname. He was overflowing with emotions: anger, sadness, love and lust. He needed him. He needed him to stay .

“I’m here,” Ken whispered, a bit breathless.

“I know,” Wolfram said. I know, he repeated to himself. “And as long as you are, you’re mine and Yuuri’s, you got that?” He punctuated his words with another bite.

Ken gasped, hand tugging on Wolfram’s hair, either intentionally or accidentally. His husband replied shakily, “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but today, I’m all yours.”

Wolfram hated it. He hated when he spoke like this. Mostly, he hated it because it was the truth.

He pushed the man in a non-gentle manner onto the bed. “Prove it.”

Ken closed his eyes, obviously not pleased by his childish behavior. He was also turned on by it. Wolfram could tell and used it to his advantage, maneuvering himself squarely within his personal space. He let his breath run hot over his husband’s face and collar. His thigh rubbed against his when he reached down to tease over the outline of his erection through his trousers.

“Wolf,” Ken sighed out at the touch. His eyes flickered back open, and thank Shinou above, that horrifying pity was gone, replaced with unfiltered lust.

“Prove it,” Wolfram demanded again, keeping his touch as teasing as possible.

Ken surged forward to claim his lips. Wolfram’s eyes closed as a semblance of relief settled over him. His hand pushed harder around Ken’s erection, and the man flipped them over in response.

Wolfram sighed knowing that he still had enough oomph in him for some manhandling. Using his free hand, he entwined his fingers with his, just holding on for a moment. Then he moved the other man’s hand to his chest so that he could feel his heart, before moving it down to his own erection.

He covered up his emotions with a smirk. “Are you going to claim me or not?” he asked in a mocking tone.

Ken’s own smirk was a better mask, but Wolfram had learned to see around the edges by now. “I think I’ll take my time about it. We have plenty, after all.”

Wolfram sucked in a breath that had nothing to do about the suggestiveness of that statement. His fingers clenched over Ken’s even as he rocked his hips against his touch. “I’d like to see you try,” he said.

Ken smirked for real now and so did Wolfram. His heart felt easier now.

Chapter 3: Yuuri

It had been a week since Ken died, and Wolfram was still a mess. He wouldn’t even get out of bed, let alone leave their bedroom, except to use the toilet. It was extremely troubling.

Yuuri was actually surprised he was taking it better than his husband given how badly he reacted back when Wolfram died. He supposed there were many reasons for that, though. He was older and much more mature now. While he had blamed himself for Wolfram’s death, there was no one but nature to blame this time. Yuuri held absolutely no regrets this time around. He had made the most of their time together, and that’s all he could wish for.

Ken had lived a long and happy life. 90 years was a great achievement in human terms. Wolfram didn’t see it that way, though. To him, that was nothing but a blip in time. Yuuri couldn’t blame him. The two of them supposedly had hundreds of years left to spend together. Just the two of them.

It was unsettling if he thought about it too hard. Would he one day forget what Ken’s face looked like? Not the face painted on canvas but the real flesh and blood face that he could feel and kiss.

“Wolf,” he coaxed with a hand on his husband’s back, “lunch is here. You should really eat something.”

“I’m not hungry,” he mumbled back.

Yuuri couldn’t have that. At this rate, he would lose weight. “Pleease, for me?”

There was a second of silence before the blonde huffed and flung the blanket off of his head. He didn’t look well. His honey locks were tangled and dark circles rimmed his reddened eyes. His eyes took in the tray of confectionery. “That’s not lunch, it’s dessert.”

Yuuri smiled nervously. “Well, I thought this might cheer you up.”

Wolfram’s frown sunk lower. “Sugar doesn’t make up for losing him.”

His words cut into Yuuri’s heart like a sword. “I know that! I just hate seeing you like this.”

Wolfram tore off half of a doughnut and shoved the entire thing into his mouth. “Go do paperwork or something, I’m fine.”

Yuuri shook his head, firmly placing his hand over his. “I’m not leaving you alone until you feel better.”

Wolfram glared. “Then get settled because I don’t think I’ll ever be ‘fine’ again.”

Yuuri frowned. “Don’t say that. Ken would hate that.”

Wolfram almost looked ready to cry again. “What am I supposed to do? We only had like half of my life together. And I have all this time still.” He flopped back against the pillows. “I should have just kept hating humans. It’s better that way.”

Yuuri leaned over him, forcing him to meet his gaze. “No, it’s not. You had all that time with him. That’s what matters. And you still have me.”

Wolfram searched his face, and Yuuri could see his walls crumbling. His mouth trembled before the dam broke. A wretched cry tore from his throat as he clung to Yuuri as if for dear life.

Yuuri held him silently waiting for him to let everything out. He started crying at some point as well. He wasn’t sure if he was crying for himself, for Wolfram, or for Ken.

Eventually, Wolfram stopped shaking as his voice came out wet and somber. “Yuuri, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Do I have to stop loving him?”

“Never.” Yuuri never intended to.

He couldn’t see Wolfram’s face, but he could feel him stretch his neck. “Good…I don’t think I can.”

Blindly, Yuuri groped for his hand and entwined their fingers. “Neither can I. We’ll love and remember him together.”

“For–” Wolfram cut himself off abruptly. “Yeah.”

Yuuri squeezed his hand tighter. “Until we can’t any longer.”

It took a long time for Wolfram to reply, and when he did it was almost inaudible. “Yeah.”

It would take time, but they would find a new normal. They would be happy again. Maybe not forever, but for a long time, he was sure. And wherever Ken’s soul had ended up, he was sure he would have a good run as well.

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[larkawolfgirl]

Immortalization (Murayuuram)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!

Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri

Characters: Wolfram von Bielefeld, Murata Ken, Shibuya Yuuri

Additional Tags: Mortality, Painting, Future Character Death, Cardiophilia

Summary:

Wolfram decides to paint Ken so that he will live on forever with him and Yuuri.

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Candlelight flickered over Ken’s face as he leaned over the birthday cake Wolfram and Yuuri had baked with more heart than skill.

"Happy 40th,” Yuuri congratulated him before giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks, you two," he said with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. Taking the silver knife, he sliced off a corner of the cake. “I’ve officially entered my second hump."

“Second hump?” Wolfram asked.

"It means that I have possibly already lived half of my life," Ken explained far too easily as he cut two more pieces of cake with steady hands.

Meanwhile, the room was closing in on Wolfram. Halfway through his life? His heart constricted, and his hand reached out for Ken’s arm, as if touching him would keep him tethered to the mortal plane. “Let’s not talk about that.” His words came out sharper than he intended.

Ken’s smile faded as he looked at him. "Life's too short to not acknowledge milestones," he countered softly, but with an underlying firmness.

"Then we’ll celebrate them, but we don’t have to turn them into reminders of your mortality," Wolfram argued, his throat tight with emotion.

 Yuuri’s voice soothed at the atmosphere. “Let’s just focus on being together.”

"Alright," Ken conceded, turning eyes with genuine warmth Wolfram’s way, “for you, I'll put a pin in it."

Wolfram didn’t like how Ken was singling him out as if he was somehow more delicate than Yuuri when it came to this matter. They both loved him. He was a soldier. He was more accustomed to death than Yuuri was. And Yuuri was the one who had traumas related to it. And yet…Wolfram hated that it was true. Human lifespans were far too short to ever feel enough. His time with Ken would never feel like enough.

Ken offered him one of the pieces of cake. Wolfram took it and began to eat, but it was mechanical. The sweet taste was blander in his mouth due to his troubling thoughts.

Yuuri changed the subject, forcing laughter from all of them, and as the evening wore on, the illusion of timelessness enveloped the room once more.

As the night wore on, the warmth of the celebration lingered, but Wolfram's thoughts remained heavy with the weight of Ken's words.

When morning found him alone in their bed, the pain settled into his chest once more. This was how it would be in the aftermath, he realized. Yuuri would leave early in the morning, and he would be left cold and alone. That was how it should have been. If he had never given into this arrangement he could have saved himself this pain. As soon as the thought came, he renounced it. Sparing himself the loss would have denied him all of this happiness and the memories they shared together. He’d always treasure these years with Ken, even if those years felt far too few in number.

When Yuuri returned, Wolfram was standing on the balcony gazing out at the expansive grounds of the castle, thoughts of Ken and mortality still circling his head.

“Hi!” Yuuri greeted him, the chipperness of his voice a stark contrast to Wolfram’s mood.

“Hi,” he returned in a more subdued tone.

His husband put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Is last night still bothering you?”

Wolfram finally turned to meet his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about how much time we have left. If he’s halfway through his life, then that means we’re already a third through our marriage.”

Yuuri winced. “It doesn’t help to think about that. You have to just live day by day. Any of us could die at any time, you know? All we can do is make the best of our time together.”

Wolfram took a deep breath. “I know that. But unless something happens, I will have so much life left. Without him.” His voice dropped on the final statement.

Yuuri pulled him into his arms. “You’ll still have me.”

Wolfram clutched onto his back. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He paused, biting at his lip. “Even so, you’re only half. I’ll still outlive you.”

“I know this is selfish, but I’m glad you will.”

“Yuuri…” he whined. “We’re both hopeless.”

“I guess we are.” He lifted his face up with his hands so that he was forced to meet his eyes. “It’ll be okay, Wolf. I promise. You’ll be okay eventually.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” he said with a hint of teasing.

“Yeah, but I’m a wimp.” There was a small infectious smile on his face. “You’ve always been stronger than me.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

They fell into silence, staring out at the castle grounds together. “He said he’s possibly halfway through his life. How long do humans usually live?

“Well…” He fidgeted with his hands on the balcony railing. “It varies. People tend to live longer in Japan, and living here in Shinma without the normal pollution and chemicals should make that life expectancy even higher.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Yuuri groaned. “Ken’s right. It’s around eighty.”

Wolfram had to brace himself against the railing of the balcony. Only 80 years. Fewer years than he had lived before meeting either of them. “We’ll make the time count, then,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady.

Days slipped into nights, and nights into days. Time continued its relentless march, and with it, Wolfram’s heartache worsened until it was lodged permanently in his chest.

Then, one ordinary evening, Ken examined his reflection, and he let out a low chuckle. "Look at this, Wolfram," he called, pointing at a strand of hair. A single gray spot nestled in the black. "Seems I really am getting old."

The jest twisted, sharp and cold. Wolfram couldn't find humor in a visual manifestation of his deepest fears. "Don't say that," he snapped, sharper than intended.

Ken met his gaze in the mirror. "We should appreciate these good looks while they last, shouldn't we?"

The word appreciate inspired a sudden desperate need to capture something far more permanent than memory. "I'll paint you," Wolfram declared.

"Paint me?" Ken turned.

"I'll immortalize you on canvas—so that even when time has had its cruel way, your image will remain untouched, as vivid as the day it was painted."

Ken studied him for a long moment, then nodded once, solemnly. "Alright. Paint me with all the love you hold in your heart."

Wolfram held so much love in his heart. Painting Ken once, or even in one style would never be enough. He needed to pour everything into these pieces—these fragments of what made Ken up—so that their emotions would live on.  

“Would you be up for posing daily?”

Ken’s face twitched. “Daily?”

“There is so much I need to capture.”

Yuuri spoke up from the writing desk. “How about I help by taking pictures, too?”

Wolfram tilted his head. “Take pictures?”

“You know those photographs you saw in Japan?”

“Oh!” His chest warmed at the remembrance of seeing pictures of Yuuri and Murata as kids. He turned to look at him. “That’s a wonderful idea, Yuuri! Then we’ll have realistic images to compare with my paintings.”

Yuuri scrunched his brow. “Can’t you just paint one if we take photos?”

Wolfram huffed. “I keep telling you, a painting isn’t just an image; It’s expression. Sure, your photos can capture the moment, but my paintings will capture the essence.” He puffed his chest out. “I will make sure that we can remember all sides of him and our feelings for him.”

“Wolf…” Ken took his hand. “I appreciate the sentiment, but you don’t need to go so far for me.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I need this.”

He looked at Yuuri who said, “It will be nice to have…after….” His voice trailed off at the end.

Ken sighed, but his face was soft with compassion for what he was putting them through. “Alright. It sounds time-consuming, but I will pose whenever and however either of you like.”

They began painting that day. The three of them gathered in the art studio. Ken posed on a wooden stool while Yuuri sat behind Wolfram to watch as he worked.

The weight of his emotions pressed into each brushstroke. Colors of love and fear bled together upon the canvas. He stood before the easel, taking in every minuscule detail of Ken’s face. The curve of his smile, the gentle slope of his nose, the light dancing on his glasses.

He meticulously mixed hues, paying particular attention to creating shades that perfectly matched the depth of Ken's black hair. It took fervent concentration to capture a realistic image rather than the abstract method he was most familiar with. He would create those as well—to represent all sides of Murata Ken through a cubist render—but he knew that his face was what he would need the most help remembering.

“Is it strange that watching you paint makes me feel loved?” Ken asked, breaking the silence of the room.

“No stranger than loving you through painting.”

“It’s beautiful,” Yuuri said.

"Thank you," Wolfram breathed out, his hands trembling as they set the brush and pallet down. He stared at Ken’s face immortalized in watercolor. His eyes burned with unshed tears at the silent vow stamped on the canvas—to always love and remember.

He painted every idea that came to mind. Simple realistic captures in the garden and the library, abstract cubist renders, as well as more nuanced art pieces. He personified Ken as an elegant and enigmatic black fox with eyes gleaming with wisdom transcending lifetimes. He overlayed Ken over the sea to symbolize the vast depth of his soul. Then he painted Ken and Yuuri as a joined sun and moon. Yuuri had compared that painting to something called a yin-yang. Each painting held a distinct memory and energy. But there were deeper, burning emotions that could not be held within the confines of still images. They needed to be felt.

He eased them into them. First, he captured his fatherhood with a candid painting of him sitting with Greta. Next, his friendship with him chatting with Josak. Another showed him busying himself with work for the shrine maidens.

Only then did Wolfram ask to paint his husbands together. Both of them holding hands as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Yuuri sleeping with his head in Ken’s lap while he read. The two of them pressed close together as they slow danced in dim candlelight. A depiction of them still snuggled together on the bed in the morning hours.

Yuuri reached out, fingers nearly touching the painting’s surface. “These are lovely, Wolf, but they’re all of me and Ken. What about you?”

Wolfram frowned understanding the reasoning behind his concern. “Even if I could paint myself correctly, my posing would look unnatural.”

 Yuuri smiled. “How about I take pictures of you two and then you can paint them. That way you can see yourself.”

“Wow, Yuuri,” Ken said, “sometimes you can be pretty smart.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked while knocking him to the ground.

Wolfram chuckled at their antics. “I would appreciate that very much.”

Yuuri grinned at him, still planted atop their husband. “Of course, Wolf. You deserve to remember how you were with him as much as I do. Speaking of, mind taking a picture now for me?”

Wolfram shook his head but did as he asked.

Using Yuuri’s photographs as a template, Wolfram was able to create beautiful paintings of him and Ken as well. Ken riding behind him on Roselind, the two of them laughing on a picnic blanket, their heads bowed together as they read a book together, and Ken brushing through Wolfram’s hair. They are more painful to paint. Each frozen moment felt as if it may be the last.

Finally, he asked his husbands to kiss. Not still, but a moving, breathing display which he sought to reflect. Wolfram’s hands sped over the canvas, causing paint to drip in his haste, a testimony to the sentiment he craved to immortalize.

It wasn’t enough. Even painting himself and Ken kissing did not measure against the enormity of their passion.

After finishing his painting, he spoke up, feeling uncertain of his requests for the first time since they had begun. "Would you allow me to paint you nude?”

Ken’s dark eyes met his with unmatched intensity. “I told you, I will pose however you like.”

Wolfram gulped. “Thank you. Then, will you lie on the bed?”

The session is quiet, reverent even. As Ken shed his clothes, it was as if he was peeling away layers, leaving his naked soul to be witnessed.

With each stroke of the brush, Wolfram worshipped him. The final piece was tender and raw, capturing his beauty into its purest form.

Yuuri stared at the portrait for an extended moment before speaking. “How about we go ahead and capture everything? You know…”

There was a wry smile on Ken’s lips. “That’s fine with me as long as we make sure to keep them secure. We can’t have intimate pictures of the Maoh and Great Sage leaked to the public.”

It was clear from Yuuri’s face that he had not thought about that, but Wolfram answered immediately, “Of course, I have already cast a protection ward over a safe specifically to house this painting. We can add the others to the collection.”

Yuuri perked up. “So, I can take pictures during sex?”

“Wolf?” Ken asked.

Wolfram nearly protested, but even before the words began to form in his mind, longing overtook him. He wanted to see the photos—to see snapshots of their most intimate moments so that they could live on forever. If he already wanted them this badly, then he knew he would be ravenous for them in the distant future. “I think we should appreciate the moments we have. Besides, having some pictures would make our times away from each other easier to deal with.”

Ken smirked, his eyes meeting Wolfram’s with intensity. “Then, shall we get started?”

It felt different hearing the camera clicking every few seconds and knowing that their image was being documented for ages to come. It was as enthralling as it was intimidating. Wolfram couldn’t help feeling somewhat self-conscious, as if he needed to “get it right” somehow. Sensing his inner conflict, Ken’s hand found his hand, giving a comforting squeeze.

“This doesn’t have to be anything special.”

He was wrong; it already was special. Because it was with him. But also because the idea was lodged into the back of Wolfram’s mind. This was how he would remember their lovemaking when the memories turned fleeting. He wanted to project as much of his adoration and desire into his actions, to showcase the love buried in his heart into the images.

Yuuri kept taking pictures even after they both came undone. Their husband stood there, erect, but giving them the fondest look Wolfram had ever seen.

He beckoned him to them with a hand. “Come here, wimp.”

Yuuri fiddled with the camera before Wolfram snatched it from his hand. “You’re going to be in these pictures, too, you know?” Without waiting for a reply, Wolfram snapped a quick shot.

“Hey!” The protest died when Wolfram took the head of his cock in his mouth.

The camera clicked again.

Still, it didn’t feel like enough. Looking at photos only conveyed so much, and Wolfram needed to hold onto that feeling of ecstasy within him so that it would never fade.  

“Let me paint the two of you,” he said one night when they were preparing for bed.

Yuuri tilted his head. “But you’ve already painted us.”

“Not like this. I want to paint you having sex.”

Ken’s brow twitched with interest, but Yuuri looked troubled.

“But then you’d just be watching. Can’t you just paint from a photo?”

“Yes, but what I want to capture is the feeling. If I don’t paint in the moment, it won’t come out right.”

Ken put a hand on his shoulder. “If that’s really what you want.”

Wolfram set up the space. He placed his brush and paints beside an easel with a large blank canvas. It was positioned so that he could see the bed fairly well from all angles. Candles lit the room in a warm glow.

“Be natural. Pretend I’m not here.”

Yuuri met his eyes. “I can’t do that.”

Wolfram laughed. “You sap.”

Yuuri grinned.

“Still, don’t pose or anything. I want this to be raw and real.”

Ken smirked. “You know I like it raw.”

Their figures entwined on the crimson sheets like entangled vines, a tangle of limbs and sighs. Wolfram worked his brush feverishly to capture every detail, every nuance of the moment. Their lips met in a heated kiss, burning reds onto the canvas.

Ken’s fingers trailed down Yuuri’s spine, causing his back to arch, granting him access to the luscious valley between his legs. A moan escaped his lips as their husband teased his entrance with feather-light touches, all the while nibbling on the sensitive skin of his neck. Yuuri’s eyes were half-lidded, a mix of pleasure and trust shining through. It took Wolfram back to that night when he and Yuuri had returned to Ken after their honeymoon when they had reassured him that he was included in their relationship.

The scene unfolding is the embodiment of the path they have walked to bring their love to fruition and the fight it took to get there. Wolfram poured every ounce of his heart into his brushstrokes, determined to give their love proper justice.

The candlelight danced shadows over their intertwined bodies as Ken slipped his fingers into Yuuri’s welcoming heat, eliciting a strangled moan from his lips.

They continued to move, with driven purpose, the atmosphere was thick with the electricity of playing muse. Yuuri tossed his head over Ken’s shoulder to glance Wolfram’s way. His gaze holds enough intensity to send a shiver down Wolfram’s spine.

The canvas filled with raw outlines and quick, fluid strokes. His hands moved with urgency, capturing the essence of their movements, the depth of their longing. Life could never fully be replicated by art, but how Wolfram tried. The scene unfolded, raw and beautiful, as Ken filled Yuuri, their moans and sighs composing an aria of rapture. The paint told of both the infinite and finite reality of love.

The crescendo of their lovemaking mirrored the urgency in Wolfram’s art.

And then, as if on cue, their movements ceased, punctuating the silence with the finality of a closing book.

The spell broken, Wolfram stepped back to survey the image in its entirety. Tears welled in his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered, nearly in reverence.

“That good?” Ken asked.

Wolfram looked back to the bed to find them nuzzled together like two halves of a whole. “You can see it tomorrow. For now, let’s sleep.”

The collection was complete, for the time being at least. At last, the pattering anxiety in his chest had died down. The pain would come, but he would never forget.

He arranged the many paintings on display around his art studio. His husbands marveled at the sight of them all in unison, a collage of their relationship.

“Thank you,” Yuuri said first, voice thick with emotion. “These are beautiful.”

Then, Ken followed with his own thank you. “I didn’t want to live on, but I’m glad to know that this part of me will.”

Wolfram sucked in a breath, trying not to cry, as he pulled both of them into a hug. They held onto each other for a long time, just breathing in the others’ presence.

When they finally took a step back, Ken’s face was exceptionally soft, a rare occurrence even after all these years. “Does this make it better?”

“Yes,” Wolfram asked easily.

“I’m glad. Still,” he took Wolfram’s hand and brought it up to his chest. “I’m here now. That’s what matters. When you forget that, all you need to do is remember.”

Wolfram could feel the soft patter of his heart. The organ pumping blood, keeping him alive. As much the source of his life as his love.

He could understand now why his own heartbeat put Yuuri at ease. Smiling, he moved Yuuri’s hand to his chest and Ken’s to Yuuri’s. “We’re all here, right here, right now.”

Yuuri met his eyes with a look both serious and understanding. “The rest we can deal with later.”

Nodding, Wolfram decided to take that to heart. There was no use mourning the future when they still had the present.

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Match Made in Earnest (KKM)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!

Relationships: Beatrice/Greta, Wolfram von Bielefeld/Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri

Summary: (Side fic to From Today On, I Start Anew). Now that Yuuri's life is settled for the future, his efforts drift to that of his daughter's future. Concerned that the changes he made might affect her choices, he decides that a bit of nudging her and Beatrice together might be required.

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“Daddy!” With apparent excitement, Greta flung herself into Yuuri’s waiting arms. Catching her in a warm embrace, Yuuri squeezed her tight-as-could-be. Ken, ever patient, waited beside him with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but Wolfram knelt down immediately, wrapping his arms around their daughter as well.

Greta’s first visit to Cavalcade had been cut short due to their upcoming wedding to Ken. Even though she had only been away for a little over a month, Yuuri and Wolfram (Yuuri especially) had missed her intensely. Her absence had felt like a missing piece to the family puzzle they had finally formed. The only reason Yuuri had sent her away so quickly was because it had felt like the right thing to do as a parent. Now that she was safe and back in front of him, everything in his life seemed aligned, and his mind drifted to that of his daughter’s happiness.

“Did you have fun?” he asked with anticipation.

“I guess so…” she mumbled in a subdued tone.

Yuuri released his grip to cup her cheek. “Didn’t you make friends with Beatrice?” he asked with anticipation.

Greta fidgeted, her gaze shifting uncomfortably. “…I don’t want to go back.”

Yuuri’s heart plummeted. He didn’t mess up her future because of his actions, did he? Would she and Beatrice never become close now? He could never live with himself if he was the reason that Greta didn’t get her own dream wedding.

“Don’t say that, Butterfly.” He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wasn’t Beatrice nice? I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun together.”

Greta frowned, turning herself more toward Wolfram. “I’d rather be with you, though.”

Wolfram smiled, gently stroking her hair. “That’s okay. As we said before, you can come home whenever you want to.”

Yuuri gave Wolfram a look, silently urging him to help with his coaxing. “Please, at least go back and try it out one more time. I’m sure you’ll like Beatrice,” he pleaded, hopefully.

Wolfram gave him a questioning look. “Why are you being so pushy about this? Let’s just be happy to have her back for now,” he countered with a touch of annoyance.

Yuuri gave a self-conscious chuckle. “Yeah.”

Ken, observant as ever, studied Yuuri’s actions, obviously reading him like a book. Finally, he spoke to the girl. “Greta, it is lovely to see you again,” he greeted in a calm tone, greatly contrasting her other fathers’.

Greta beamed at him, momentarily forgetting the disagreement. “You, too, Papa Murata.”

Looking at Ken’s soft smile and Greta’s radiant one, Yuuri decided that his concerns could wait until later.

Right now, being together as a family was what mattered.

It was a long day spent bonding and catching up. Greta and Ken were still building their father-daughter relationship, and the girl had spent much of the day asking him about all of the sorts of things she thought only he would know. He told her old folktales by heart, and her eyes gleamed with every word, her feet kicking out excitedly beneath her seat. By the end of the night, she wiggled into his lap as he read her a bedtime story. Yuuri and Wolfram watched on from the windowsill, head cozied up to each other.

It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, but by the time she did, Wolfram was already beginning to doze as well.

Picking Greta up gently, Ken laid her down in her bed and tucked the covers around her. Then, he met eyes with Yuuri and tilted his head toward the door.

Yuuri shook his head, looking fondly at his husband. He didn’t have the heart to wake him just yet.

Ken let out an airy laugh. “Meet me in your room when he’s up.”

Yuuri broke his gaze from Wolfram to meet Ken’s eyes. “Our room,” he corrected.

Ken’s lip curled up. “Yes.” Without another word, he left the room.

Yuuri sat in silence for a long time, just breathing in the tranquility. He was so fortunate that he had gotten everything to work out. Everyone he loved was safe and happy. There really was nothing else for him to worry about right now. Except that his mind wouldn’t stay focused on the present.

Greta was happy now, but would she still be this happy in the future? He remembered how excited she had been when she had gotten engaged. Her entire face lit up when she told him that she was going to marry her very best friend in the world.

Yuuri sighed into the silence of the room. He had to do everything that he could to make sure that they still became best friends. If not, then Greta’s happiness would be limited, and it would be all his fault.

What was the point of getting his own happy ending if it ruined his child’s?

“Stop thinking so much, wimp,” Wolfram grumbled.

Yuuri chuckled. “Sorry. Guess I woke you.”

Wolfram sat up straight and rubbed the back of his head. He had an adorable grumpy look on his face. “Let’s just get to bed, so I can actually sleep.”

Yuuri smiled. “Yeah.”

They walked back to their room in silence, but as soon as they were inside, Wolfram demanded with palpable frustration, "What the heck was that about?"

Yuuri feigned ignorance, trying to defuse the tension. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Wolfram narrowed his eyes, poking a finger at Yuuri's chest. "Why are you so set on Greta and Beatrice being friends? She doesn't have to make friends with everyone just because you do."

Ken settled himself into an armchair, crossing his legs and chiming in with a knowing smile. "That is because Beatrice is the one Greta is destined to marry, isn't that right?"

Yuuri froze. "You pieced that together?" he asked, his surprise evident.

"That is the most logical conclusion given the information you told me," Ken replied with a calm certainty.

Wolfram let out a frustrated sigh. “Great. We haven't even married Ken yet, but you’re already set on planning her wedding as well?” he grumbled.

“Hey!” Yuuri exclaimed. “That’s different. I’m not planning her wedding, I just want to make sure things stay on course.”

Wolfram crossed his arms, expression unimpressed. “If they worked out last time, then they will work out this time too. Just leave it alone,” he insisted.

“But, what if I changed things by sending her there at a different time?” Yuuri’s voice quivered with worry. “What if I ruined their happiness?”

“Then things changed. She’d survive and find new happiness.”

Yuuri’s lip trembled. “But, they were so happy. It’s so sad.”

Wolfram sighed, expression and tone of voice softening. “Trying to fix the future is turning into a poor character trait, you know? I get it, but it’s no good being so pushy about it. No one likes that.”

“I agree,” Ken said calmly. “Children tend to rebel when their parents attempt to control their lives.”

Yuuri's pout deepened. “I’m not controlling her life. I just want to make sure she’s happy.”

Wolfram placed a reassuring hand on his husband’s shoulder. “She’s happy now.”

Yuuri’s heart ached. He knew that Wolfram was right. He should trust Greta to decide the life she wanted to live. Shouldn’t he be the prime example that sometimes a greater happiness can happen by changing things? But he found greater happiness by expanding instead of letting go of the happiness he already had with Wolfram.

Yeah. If he had abandoned Wolfram, there was no way he could ever be as happy as he was right now.

So Yuuri knew that Greta really would find the most happiness marrying Beatrice.

For now, though, he would drop the topic.

Greta did return to Cavalcade. Eventually. After months of holding her ground, a letter from Beatrice herself arrived, requesting that she come back to play with her again. That warm invitation was enough to sway Greta’s heart enough to leave for the agreed six-month period.

When she returned from her trip, it was apparent to everyone that she did consider her a friend. Each time Beatrice’s name was mentioned–by her or someone else–her eyes brightened and her face spread into a toothy grin. Before they could even ask, she set into animatedly telling her fathers about all the games they had played and everything they had learned.

Yuuri listened with rapt attention to every detail, asking as many questions as possible, eager to know everything that had transpired during her time away. Greta’s eyes shone with delight at his interest in her tales. Her other fathers listened attentively as well, but she could tell that they weren't hanging onto every detail. Wolfram especially seemed to lose some details right after hearing them.

"No, papa. I just said this happened," Greta interjected, her amused tone laced with the tiniest bit of impatience before repeating the vital information.

Wolfram blinked, a sheepish smile gracing his features. "Sorry," he chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly twirling a lock of her brown hair. "My mind must have wandered for a moment. Please, go on."

Greta's laughter filled the room, a warm and joyous sound. She continued her lively narration, relishing in the attentive audience and cherishing the connection she had forged with Beatrice.

As the evening wore on, Greta only seemed to become happier and happier. Yuuri squeezed her hand tight, feeling that his worries had almost entirely disappeared.

He couldn’t have messed up the future if she was already this happy to be with her friend.

This cycle continued. Greta would leave for Cavalcade and return with a million smiles and stories. Yuuri would immerse himself in her tales and happiness while Wolfram and Ken would smile encouragingly. It seemed that these bonding moments were making them an even closer family than the last time around.

The kingdom was at peace, and Yuuri didn’t have a single real worry on his mind.

Then, Greta became a teenager.

Teenage girls are a force to be reckoned with. Wasn’t there a saying like that? Yuuri couldn’t quite remember, but he did know that many fathers were ready to pull their hair out during the teenage years. Girls were said to be more rebellious than boys and there was the whole teen pregnancy thing. Not that Yuuri ever thought that was a problem with Greta.

Right?

He couldn’t even let his mind go there.

Still, she was pretty and a princess, both by birth and adoption. The entire kingdom surely had their eyes on her. Marriage requests were already coming in, and although Yuuri rejected all of them, Geta insisted on meeting each of the suitors. She danced with everyone who asked and had even asked a couple of times if she was allowed to date.

She hadn’t been this headstrong before.

The first time around, he had driven himself crazy keeping suitors away from his precious little girl. At least Wolfram had been on his side that time to help. Neither of them had been ready to let their little girl fall prey to a wolf hiding in sheep’s clothing. The only reason Beatrice had been able to sweep Greta off her feet was because neither him nor Wolf had thought anything would develop between them, and by the time it did, they knew the girl well enough to trust her with their daughter's well-being.

This time, however, Wolfram was less adamant about keeping suitors at bay. Yuuri figured that was his fault.

Before, Wolfram hadn’t been ready to let Greta leave them–Yuuri was sure he still wasn’t–yet, this Wolfram knew it was inevitable. Because of Yuuri, he already knew that Greta was destined to marry Beatrice when she turned 20, which meant that he was already mentally preparing himself for her leaving the nest.

What Yuuri couldn’t understand was that Wolfram prevented him from telling all the guys that asked to dance with her at every ball to take a hike.

“She doesn’t need to dance with them. She’s going to marry Beatrice.”

Wolfram smirked. He actually smirked.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just that you said you used to dance with everyone that asked you to because it was the polite thing to do. Isn’t it the same for Greta? She isn’t even promised to someone, unlike you.”

Yuuri blanched at that. He scratched the back of his head. “I mean, yeah…but she is! She just doesn’t know it.”

Wolfram sighed and put a hand on Yuuri’s shoulder. “You need to let her make her own choices.”

Yuuri looked at his other husband for help. Ken was remaining decidedly neutral about Greta’s love life. Light sheened over his glasses. “It isn’t up to you to decide the life she lives, Yuuri.”

Ouch. Okay, Yuuri got that. But he was only trying to help her. What if she was swayed by one of these men and forgot all about Beatrice?

Ken tilted his head causing the light to dissipate. “If she really loves her, then none of these men will matter.”

Yuuri chewed on his bottom lip. Just like how none of the women had ever mattered….

He let out a long exhale. “I just don’t want her to make a mistake.”

Wolfram’s shoulders stiffened. “That is her mistake to make.”

“What if she gets pregnant, though?” Yuuri asked, changing tactics. He knew that Wolfram would never stand for that.

Wolfram’s fists clenched. “Oh, she better not! If any of them even touch her, I’ll burn them to a crisp.”

Yuuri laughed and tried to calm him down. “Alright, alright. But maybe don’t incinerate them just for dancing with her.”

The sun bathed the royal gardens of Blood Pledge Castle in a warm, golden glow as Yuuri and Greta enjoyed a refreshing afternoon tea. The temperature was just right and the tea and pastries were exquisite as usual. Wolfram really was missing out because of his training.

Yuuri’s mind was just drifting off to what Ken must be up to today at the temple when Greta once again, ruined a perfectly fine conversation by bringing up dating.

“No,” Yuuri said with finality.

“But, Dad!” she insisted, setting her teacup down loudly on its saucer. “It’s not fair! You married Papa when you were 16.”

Yuuri refused to be swayed. “That was different.”

She crossed her arms, imitating Wolfram’s pissed-off face nearly perfectly. “Different how?”

He had already lived an entire lifetime. He had already known without a doubt that he didn't want to live his life without him. “I knew that he was the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Which you knew because you spent time with him. That’s the whole point of dating.”

Yes, it was. But she already knew Beatrice, and that was enough. If he let her date then…then!

He wasn’t about to let his little girl get taken advantage of by some horny teenage guy!

“I said no, so it’s no.”

Greta groaned, kicking her legs out at the bottom of the table childishly. “I bet you wouldn’t say that if this was about Beatrice.”

Yuuri’s entire demeanor changed. “Is this about Beatrice?”

“Ah!” she shrieked. “Why are you obsessed with my relationship with her?”

“Because I can tell how happy you are when you're with her."

Greta fidgeted in her seat. "Well, yeah, she's my best friend."

"You know," he drawled, leaning over the table, "both Wolf and Ken were my best friends, too."

"Dad!" she whined.

"What?" he chuckled. "It's true."

Greta poked her bottom lip out in a pout. "You're meddling. You want me to date her."

Yuuri froze, unsure what to do now that he was busted. "Uh…Yeah?" he answered in the form of a question.

"I knew it!" Greta pointed a finger at him. "You want me to be like you."

Yuuri leaned back in his chair. "Not really. If I wanted you to be like me, I'd want you to date Beatrice and ...” he paused for a second to think, “ Irina."

Greta threw her head back with a groan. "So, basically you just don't want me dating guys."

“No,” he said unconvincingly. “I just think you and Beatrice would make a really cute couple.”

She snapped her face toward him. “I guess not, since I’m not allowed to date. Her or anyone else.”

Yuuri had royally screwed up.

From then on, Greta’s rebellion worsened in retaliation. She refused to return to Cavalcade, telling Yuuri that it was “unseemly to spend so much time alone with a suitor.” It didn’t matter how many times Yuuri pressured her or Beatrice invited her with nothing but kind words.

“I’m going to make her go,” Yuuri announced one evening as he settled into bed for the night.

Wolfram set his brush down on the vanity, turning around in his chair to look at him. “No, you’re not.”

“But, Wolf!” Yuuri whined.

Both Ken and Wolf shook their heads. “Stop being so childish about this,” Wolfram said. “It’s your own fault she’s doing this.” He sighed. “I feel bad for Beatrice. The poor girl must wonder why she stopped visiting all of a sudden.”

“Yeah…” Yuuri agreed. He had thought Greta was a better person than someone who would knowingly hurt her friend.

Not that he hadn’t knowingly hurt Wolf in the past as well…

Ken sat down on the edge of the bed. “Why not invite Beatrice here, then? That way you aren’t controlling Greta, but they will still have to spend time together.”

Yuuri bolted upright and threw his arms around him. “You’re a genius! I love you!”

Ken chuckled, holding onto his arms. “I know.”

The three of them decided that it was best not to tell Greta about Beatrice’s visit ahead of time. That way she couldn’t make an excuse to leave or to tell her friend not to come. She arrived as quietly as possible, as instructed. An envoy sailed to Shinma with her, but only a single carriage driver made the rest of the journey to the castle. Yuuri himself was only aware of her arrival when one of the guards brought her to his office.

Beatrice wore a silver dress and a smile light enough to match. She bowed her head and gave a shallow curtsy. “Thank you so much for inviting me, Your Majesty,” she greeted with all of the polite sophistication she must be learning from her lessons.

Yuuri grinned. “No, thank you for coming. I know you must’ve missed Greta.”

Beatrice’s smile wavered. “Yes. It saddens me that she did not invite me here herself.”

Yuuri gestured to the chair across from him and she moved to take it. “That’s probably my fault.” The girl tilted her head in question. He sighed. “I think my parenting has come off as too strong.”

Beatrice held her hands together in her lap. “Do you not approve of our friendship?” she asked in a subdued tone.

Yuuri shook his head. “No!” he exclaimed, earning himself a confused look. He paused, taking the moment to calm himself. “I guess she thought she could change my mind on something.”

“I see,” Beatrice said slowly.

Yuuri shifted in his seat. “But you didn’t come to see me. You should go talk to her about it. She’s probably in her room.”

Beatrice stood and inclined her head. “Thank you, again.”

Yuuri waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

Greta sat on the windowsill in her room, gazing out at the rolling hills beyond the walls. Somewhere beyond those hills the sea began, and across that open water, Beatrice waited impatiently for her reply. Greta leaned her head against the windowpane, trying to ease the knot forming in her chest. It had been months since she had last seen her friend, and over a week since she had decided not to reply to her friend’s request to see her. There were only so many empty excuses she could make up.

It weighed heavily on her heart. She knew she was hurting her, and really, all she wanted was to see her again, but she refused to give in to her dad’s control that easily.

A knock sounded at her door. “Greta? Are you in there?”

Greta’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice immediately. It was Beatrice.

She jumped up and straightened out her clothes. Why was Beatrice at the castle? A rush of emotions rose in her chest–excitement, embarrassment, and relief.

The door creaked open, and Beatrice stepped inside, a glowing smile on her face. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Greta!" Beatrice exclaimed, her voice and face bursting with joy. Her friend bolted over to her, wrapping her in a friendly hug.

Still frazzled, Greta hesitated to return the hug. Her cheeks burned. “Beatrice! I…I’m so glad to see you,” she stammered.

“I’m glad. I was worried my showing up unannounced might upset you.”

Greta returned her hug, eyes glistening. “Of course not. I missed you more than I thought I would.”

“Oh…” Beatrice pulled away. “Why haven’t you visited me, then? I thought maybe you didn’t want to be my friend anymore.” Her lip trembled, mirroring the hurt in her voice.

Greta’s heart sank at the sight of how her absence had made her friend feel. Frowning, she grabbed onto Beatrice’s arms with sincere urgency. “No, of course, that's not it! You’re my very best friend.”

Beatrice met her eyes, seeking answers. “Then why?”

Greta’s grip on her arms loosened slightly as she let out a full-body sigh in frustration. “Because of my stupid Dad.”

“Which one?” Beatrice asked with a hint of amusement.

Greta’s lips turned up at her friend’s attempt at lightening the mood. “Mr. Maoh.”

Beatrice giggled at the title. “Would he not let you come?”

Greta averted her eyes guiltily. She didn’t want to hurt Beatrice, but she knew she had to be honest. “No. Actually…He wanted me to go.”

Beatrice’s merriment faded back into sadness. “Then why didn’t you?”

Greta plopped down on the windowsill. “I’m just sick of him thinking he knows what’s best for me,” she admitted, laying bare all of her emotions.

Beatrice joined her, sitting down a comfortable distance away. She gave her friend an empathetic look. “So, you just wanted to be able to make your own choices?”

“Yeah, and….” She shook her head. “Never mind. It’s just a bit more complicated than that.”

Beatrice gently placed a hand on Greta's shoulder. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“But I haven’t been fair to you. You deserve an explanation.”

Beatrice put a finger on her chin. “I do , but as your friend, I’ll overlook it. As long as you make me a promise.”

“Name it.”

Beatrice grinned. “No more pulling away from me. You have to come visit almost every time I ask–I know that things come up!--and let me visit whenever I want to.” She kicked her legs out as she waited for Greta’s answer.

Beatrice looked as youthful as ever with her smile and posture which struck a nostalgic cord in Greta. Part of why she enjoyed spending time with Beatrice so much was that they were free to act as childishly as they wanted with each other. Her friend’s hair was even adorned with little white flowers, which brought back memories of the two of them picking out the best flowers to stick into each other’s hair.  Yet as Greta really looked at her, she noticed that Beatrice’s charm was more refined today. Her dress was fit for a maturing young woman. The elegant silver bodice and flowing skirt were layered and cut to accentuate her slender frame.

She looked lovely and delicate, like the flowers in her hair, and Greta realized that she didn’t really want to look away.

Beatrice’s face scrunched. “Soo?” she asked again.

“Oh!” Greta couldn’t believe she had forgotten to answer. She nodded. “Yeah,” she answered, licking her lips. “Of course.”

Beatrice studied her intently, then stuck her pinky out. “Pinky promise?”

Greta giggled. “Pinky promise.”

Warmth spread from where their pinkies touched.

Beatrice stayed for a week before returning to Cavalcade. During the time, the two girls were practically joined at the hip, much to Yuuri’s amusement. Every time he looked at them, Greta just scowled.

She was cute, much like her father.

No wonder Beatrice fell for her.

Patting himself on the back for a job well done, Yuuri put it upon himself to play matchmaker by inviting Beatrice to visit more often. He planned more balls, crafted other social diplomatic events, and invited Beatrice over for casual family outings. Each time, Greta protested, but as soon as Beatrice arrived her protests died down, replaced with delight and subtle bashfulness.

One day, as Greta and Beatrice wandered through the castle gardens, Yuuri conveniently bumped into them. "Oh, Greta! Beatrice! What a nice surprise!"

Greta glanced up, her expression turning from surprise to a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. "Dad, what are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms defensively.

Yuuri feigned innocence, holding his hands up. "I was just taking a walk since the weather is so nice today. Seems you both had the same idea."

Beatrice blushed slightly, casting a shy glance in Greta's direction. "It's always a pleasure to see you, Your Majesty."

Yuuri grinned.  "Same to you, Beatrice. I hope you're both enjoying your time together."

Greta huffed, casting a sidelong glance at her father. "We were having a nice time before you showed up."

Beatrice looked aghast, but Yuuri chuckled. "Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting. You probably want your privacy.”

“Dad!” Greta yelled, cheeks dusted pink. “We’re just taking a walk.”

Yuuri chuckled. “Did I say you weren’t?”

She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Your intentions are perfectly clear."

Beatrice looked between them in confusion.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Yuuri whined playfully. “I just wanted to make sure you two were getting along.”

Greta narrowed her eyes. "Yes, as you can see. We've been spending time together, so just lay off it."

Still smiling, Yuuri raised his hands. "Alright, but remember, Beatrice is a wonderful young lady. You might regret it if you take too much time.”

“Dad!” Greta cried in a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "We're just friends."

Finally realizing what this was about, Beatrice diverted her attention to her shoes, cheeks a deep shade of pink.

Silence fell between the three of them, the flower-scented air filled with unspoken feelings and possibilities. Satisfied that he had planted a seed in Beatrice’s heart at least, he chuckled and waved.

“Okay, I’ll leave you two alone now. I’m sure Gunter’s looking for me.”

When Beatrice took her leave for the day, Greta stomped down the castle hall toward Wolfram’s studio. The room smelled of disgusting paint, but she would gladly take that over Yuuri’s meddling. Wolfram looked up immediately at the sound of her slamming the door behind her.

“What’s wrong, Greta?” he asked with concern.

Scowling, she plopped down on a chair, folding her arms across her chest. “I can’t believe Dad!”

Wolfram sighed and put his paints down. “What did Yuuri do this time?”

“He ambushed me and Beatrice in the gardens. We were having a fun time, and then, bam, there he was. And he basically told me to hurry up and court her before someone else does. Right in front of her!” She threw her head back at the embarrassing memory. “How can I even show my face in front of her again?”

Wolfram chuckled lightly. “I mean, it is true.” His face turned serious when she set a glare at him. “I’m sure Beatrice understands that Yuuri is overstepping. You have told her that he is acting this way.”

“Yeah, but…” She wrung her hands. “I didn’t tell her what it was about…”

“It’s okay to be embarrassed.”

Greta frowned. “It’s only cause of Dad, though. He’s making things…weird.”

Wolfram approached Greta, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Greta, Yuuri just wants to make sure you’re happy. He probably thinks that since you two are best friends, Beatrice would be the best match for you."

Greta's frustration wavered, replaced by a mix of confusion and vulnerability. "But I want to make my own choices."

Wolfram nodded, his grip on her shoulder gentle. "I understand. Your feelings and choices should always come first. I’ve told Yuuri this already, but well, he has made it a habit to interfere when he thinks it’s necessary.”

Greta’s frown deepened. “Why does he think it’s necessary? If we really like each other, we shouldn’t need his meddling to realize it.”

Wolfram sat down in the chair near her. “That is something that you should discuss with him. But I promise you, he has good intentions. He loves you just as much as Ken and I do. If you have an open, honest conversation with him about your feelings, I’m sure he will listen.”

Greta nodded, a sense of determination settling in her heart. "I'll have a conversation with him. I'll make sure he knows that I appreciate his concern but that I need the freedom to figure things out on my own."

Wolfram squeezed her shoulder gently. "That's my girl. No matter what, I’ll support you."

A sense of relief washed over Greta as she looked into her dad’s caring eyes. His support gave her confidence in the conversation to come.

Wolfram, with his fiery golden hair and piercing emerald eyes, stormed into the royal study, his steps resolute and determined. Yuuri, engrossed in paperwork, looked up in surprise as his husband's presence filled the room with intensity.

"Wolf, what's wrong?" Yuuri asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

Wolfram planted his hands firmly on the desk, leaning forward to meet Yuuri's gaze with a mixture of frustration and protectiveness. "Yuuri, you need to stop meddling in Greta's love life."

Yuuri frowned. "But, Wolf, I think I'm finally getting somewhere."

"Then, you've definitely done enough. You embarrassed her so much today, she told me she wasn't even sure how to face Beatrice again."

"Oh." Yuuri hadn't meant to cause her distress. "I just thought that maybe I could nudge Beatrice to confess if Greta won't."

Wolfram let out a long sigh. "What if she does, but Greta rejects her because of everything you've done? I know you're trying to help her, but Greta deserves the freedom to choose her own path, just like we did. You changed your future, so shouldn't she be allowed to too?"

Yuuri's shoulders slumped. He hadn't thought of it like that. "You're right. I guess, just because it happened one way before doesn't mean that's the best. I'll apologize tomorrow."

Wolfram's face softened. "You should tell her, Yuuri. Tell her why you did what you did."

"Huh? But wouldn't that just be more meddling?"

Wolfram shook his head. "I think what is upsetting her the most is not understanding why you are being so pushy. She thinks you want to control her."

Yuuri's frown deepened. "I guess I was."

"I'm sure she'll forgive you if you apologize and explain. But maybe don't tell her they got married. That would probably freak her out."

Yuuri gave a small smile. "Probably."

He rose and wrapped his arms around Wolfram. "Thanks, Wolf. I guess I thought I knew what was best since I knew what was best for me."

Wolfram returned the embrace. "You need to stop looking toward the future when the present is right in front of you."

"You sound like Ken."

Wolfram laughed. "That means it's true, then."

Laughing as well, Yuuri said, "I guess so."

The next morning, Yuuri found Greta sitting outside on a bench near the fountain. When her eyes met his, they were filled with determination.

"Morning," he greeted her with a tentative wave.

"Good morning," she said. "Papa talked to you, didn't he?"

Yuuri laughed. "You could tell?"

Great brushed the tips of her fingers over the edge of the bench. "You seem a bit nervous."

Yuuri laughed again and sat down. "Yeah, well, I realize now that wasn't being fair to you. I just wanted to make sure you were happy but I didn't go about it the right way."

"You keep saying that," she said with a hint of annoyance, "but I don't understand why you're so obsessed with it. Do I seem unhappy?"

With him, yes, a bit, but he figured it was better to keep that to himself. "I owe you an apology and an explanation." Sighing, he took placed his hand over hers. "I'm going to tell you something I probably should have told you a long time ago. It's going to be hard to believe, though."

Greta looked at him in confusion. "What is it?"

Yuuri swallowed. "Well, it's the reason why I married Wolf so young, decided to marry Ken, and acted the way I did to you. You see, I actually died and got sent back in time."

Greta's eyes bulged. "What? That's so cool!"

Yuuri chuckled, letting go of her hand. He was surprised that she believed him so easily, but she had always been a fan of Anissina's wild tales. "It wasn't fun at first, but it was definitely worth it."

She blinked. "Oh, sorry," she said quietly. "You said you died. That must have been scary."

"Yeah," he admitted. "But that wasn't the scariest thing, so it was fine."

"It wasn't?"

He gave a sad smile. "Don't worry about that. What matters is that I was given the chance to fix things with Wolfram."

She frowned. "Were they broken?"

"Yeah. I just hadn't realized it. So, this time around I made sure to treat him right."

Greta smiled, then began bouncing in her seat. "Can you tell me all about it?"

"How about later? I think you have enough to think about as it is."

"Aw." She made a pouting face, then gasped. "That's why you were so nice to me!"

Yuuri took her hand again. "I would have never been unkind to you, Greta."

She giggled. "I know. You're one of the nicest people on the planet."

"Aw," he gushed, pulling her into a hug. "And you're the best daughter I could have asked for."

When he pulled back, she was smiling warmly. "Sorry, I've been acting so rude lately."

"That's okay," he said, waving the concern away. "I wanted to make sure that things went just as well for you now as it did before, but your dad made me realize that I made new choices, so I need to allow you to too."

Greta rubbed over her hand. "Then, uh…Beatrice and I…"

Yuuri smirked. "Yep. The cutest couple ever."

Her face flared, voice quivering. "I do like Beatrice. But I didn't realize right away, and then, I couldn't bring myself to admit it because I wanted to make my own decisions."

Yuuri's eyes softened. "I'm sorry. I was worried that my actions were going to change things, so I tried forcing you two together. I should have trusted you to forge your own path like Wolf did."

Relieved tears welled up in Greta's eyes. "Thanks for caring so much about me."

He bumped his shoulder against hers. "Of course. That's what dads do."

She laughed and hugged him. "So, if I do tell Beatrice how I feel, you promise not to make a huge deal about it and embarrass me?"

He took a moment to reply, pretending to think about it. "I guess I can do that."

"Dad," she complained even though she was laughing.

Greta's heart raced with both nervousness and excitement as she approached Beatrice's home in Hildyard. She had spent hours rehearsing how best to express her true feelings. Taking a deep breath, Greta knocked on the door with a trembling hand.

The door swung open, revealing Beatrice herself. Her pretty eyes widened in happiness. "Greta! I’m so glad you made it!” She pulled Greta into a warm hug. “Come in.”

Greta stepped inside, keeping her gaze locked with Beatrice's. She could feel her palms growing clammy, but she pushed through the nerves, reminding herself that she owed Beatrice this confession after all of the confusion she had been causing her. "Beatrice, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice steady but filled with emotion.

Beatrice's eyes widened, curiosity and anticipation shining in them. "What is it? You seem serious."

“Are your parents around?”

Beatrice squinted her eyes a bit at the change in topic. “No.”

Good. They wouldn’t hear her then. “Okay, maybe we should sit down first, though?”

Beatrice rubbed her arm. “Greta, you’re kind of worrying me.”

Greta smiled comfortingly. “It isn’t anything bad, promise.”

Beatrice sighed in relief, then walked over to the couch. Greta walked over slowly, taking time to gather her thoughts. She sat down, took a deep breath, and began. "I know that I’ve been acting strangely lately. I need you to know that it had nothing to do with you. Well, it did, but it wasn’t anything you did. As you’ve probably guessed by now, my dad has been trying to set us up.” Beatrice opened her mouth, but Greta continued before she could interject. “That got me thinking a lot about our friendship and what it means to like someone. My dads are a bit obsessed with each other, so I guess I figured that’s how you knew you loved someone. I realized that I think about you more and more often. I thought that it was because my dad kept bringing you up, but when I was ignoring you, you were pretty much the only thing I could think about. You’re also so pretty, and I’ve always admired you. You have this certain grace about you. You know all of the best recipes and memorization tricks, and you make me feel giddy without even trying. What I’m trying to say is that I think I like you more than a friend.” Finally, Greta paused, gauging Beatrice's reaction.

Surprise flickered over Beatrice’s face before bashfulness replaced it. “I have been thinking about it, too. I had wondered for a while now, but then I heard your dad mention it, and that’s all I’ve been able to think about since then.”

Relief washed over Greta, a wide grin forming on her face. "So, you feel the same?"

Beatrice nodded, smiling herself now. "I believe so. I care about you so much and love spending time with you more than anyone. And," she broke their eye contact to look at the floor, “I think you’re really pretty as well.”

Greta could feel her cheeks flushing at the compliment. Her heart soared with joy, and she couldn't help but reach out to hold Beatrice's hands in her own. "This is amazing! I was nervous to admit my feelings, but I'm so happy that I did. I can't imagine being without you, Beatrice."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she squeezed Greta's hands. "I feel the same way, Greta. Does this mean that we are girlfriends now?" She giggled at the unfamiliar word.

Greta giggled too. “If that’s what you want. You’re the one person Dad gave me permission to date,” she said with a playful eye roll.

“Then…” Beatrice shut her eyes and leaned in.

She didn’t move, but Greta knew what she wanted. Her heart pounded in her chest as she closed the gap between them, softly pressing her lips against hers. It was only a quick peck, but it was enough to shoot butterflies off in her stomach.

As they pulled apart, their eyes locked, and Greta's heart swelled with affection and gratitude. Beatrice's voice was filled with warmth and affection as she asked, “What now?”

Greta squeezed her hand. “We keep walking forward hand-in-hand and see where this takes us.”

Greta entered Yuuri’s office to find him frowning at a large stack of papers. “Are you busy?” she asked hesitantly.

Yuuri shifted his gaze away from the papers to her, smiling instantly. “Not any more than usual.” He laughed. “The paperwork never ends, no matter how much I try.”

Greta gave a laugh as well. It wasn’t really funny, but if he could find humor in it, she would as well. Would she have this much paperwork if she reestablished Zorashia? Now that she thought about it, if she did end up marrying Beatrice, they would end up ruling Cavalcade together. An image of them sitting around in their own office splitting the paperwork played through her mind. Her heart began to pound just at the thought.

“What’s up?” Yuuri asked.

She took a seat across from him, fiddling with her hands. “I talked to Beatrice…And I guess we’re dating now…”

Yuuri’s face lit up like a lantern. Unable to control his excitement, he jumped up from his chair and came around the desk to pull her into a tight hug. “That’s amazing, Greta! I’m so proud and happy for you!”

Greta laughed, hugging him back just as tightly. "Thanks, Dad. I'm glad I went through it.”

Yuuri released her from the hug, his eyes sparkling. "So it did make you happy?"

“Yeah,” she admitted, chest feeling warm. “More than I thought it would.”

Yuuri cupped her cheeks. “I’m so glad. That’s all I wanted.”

All of Greta’s previous reservations evaporated. She liked Beatrice and her dad was genuinely happy for her. She took a step back, expression earnest. "Dad, I appreciate your support, but I need you to understand that Beatrice and I are going to take things at our own pace. I'm not ready to get married or anything yet."

Yuuri's grin softened into a warm smile, his eyes filled with pride and affection. "Of course, Greta. I’m done being a busybody, promise. Take things at whatever pace you want. Just know that your fathers are all here for you and supporting you." He smirked. “Which means that you’ve got our blessing to pop the question whenever you want.”

“Dad!” she complained through a giant grin. She was actually relieved to know that she had all of their support in this. “Thanks,” she said in a soft tone.

Yuuri brushed over her hair. “You’re our daughter. We just want the best for you, and we know that Beatrice will treat you right.”

Greta smiled. “And so will I,” she said with determination. “We’ll figure things out together."

Yuuri nodded, pride shining in his eyes. "Just follow your heart, Butterfly."

They hugged one final time before she left Yuuri to the rest of his endless paperwork. She set off to find her other dads with a skip in her step, confident that her future with Beatrice would be bright just as Yuuri promised.

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The Gift of Giving (Murayuuram)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Wolfram von Bielefeld, Shibuya Yuuri, Murata Ken, Greta Additional Tags: Fluff, Family Fluff, Valentine's Day Fluff, Gift Giving

Summary: (Part of From Today On, I Start Anew series but you can read without context). Wolfram knows his husbands are up to something when they announce they both need to go to Earth without him.

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“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Wolfram shouted loud enough that the guards outside the room, and probably the maids halfway across the castle as well, could surely hear him.

“It’s not a big deal,” Yuuri said calmly, trying to placate him.

Well, Wolfram wasn’t having it, especially not this early in the morning. His arms were crossed and the scowl on his face was unforgiving. “I get that you both need to go to Earth every once in a while, but why the hell do both of you need to go together?”

“You can just admit you’ll miss us,” Ken teased.

Wolfram turned his scowl solely on him. “Of course, I’ll miss you! I’d miss either of you anyway, but leaving me here alone is just unfair.”

Ken wasn’t swayed by the show of anger. He was actually grinning as if he didn’t think for a second that Wolfram would do anything about the anger. “You’re adorable when you’re angry.”

Wolfram groaned. Maybe he wouldn’t burn his face off, but he was definitely not against chucking a pillow at his face.

“As much as I’d like to stay here with you,” Ken continued, “I really have to go this time.”

“He’s right,” Yuuri added. “You know my mom’s always going on about how I don’t visit often enough, so it’s not like I can skip. But then Ken hardly ever visits his family since they are practically never home…” He trailed off. Wolfram guessed the pause was because he was coming up with some lie on the spot. “Apparently, they found out he hasn’t been home in nearly a year and called my mom about it.”

It was definitely an excuse. He had learned by now how to tell when Yuuri was hiding something. Wolfram hated it when he was hiding something. “That still doesn’t make sense,” he pressed. “Ken could go first, and you could go after. I’m sure Mama won’t mind that much.”

“Well…” Yuuri gave a cheeky grin and scratched his cheek. “Ken’s parents will probably blow up at him over moving out without telling them. So, I should go and support him, you know?”

“Fine, but I’m going, too,” Wolfram said. “I should support him as his husband, too.”

“You can’t!” Yuuri exclaimed. Definitely a guilty response.

Wolfram narrowed his gaze further. If they wanted to go to Earth, he wasn’t going to stop them, but screw them for lying about the reason.

Quickly, Yuuri backpedaled. “Someone needs to run things while we’re gone.”

“Brother can do it. I’m sure he won’t mind. He’s done it plenty of times before.”

“Yeah…” Yuuri agreed. “But we were dealing with important matters. There are three of us. We shouldn’t just throw work on him just on a whim. That’s unfair to him.”

Wolfram grumbled. He hated that Yuuri made a good point. “You know, sometimes I hate that you take being Maoh seriously.”

Yuuri chuckled. “I never thought I'd hear you say that. Before, you'd always call me a wimp for not working hard enough.”

Wolfram scoffed, turning to the side. “Yeah, well, you shouldn't neglect your husband either.”

Yuuri pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head.

“Don't pout. It will only be for a day or two. We'll make it up to you when we get back.”

Wolfram eyed Ken who was still grinning. “You better.”

Ken crouched down with a gleam shining over his glasses.  “We could also make it up to you now if you'd like.”

“Jeez,” Wolfram complained. Didn’t they ever stop? “It's not like that's why I'm annoyed. I can handle a few days without sex.” Unlike two specific someones.

He thought that, but he didn't protest when Ken moved closer to him

After saying a “proper goodbye,” his husbands took their leave. Since it was still mid-morning, this left Wolfram in charge of all paperwork for the day. Both his head and his hand hurt by the time he made it through the entire stack of papers. At least he was able to relax in a nice hot bath, but just as he feared, it was hard to get any sleep alone anymore. The bed was too big and cold without his husbands. As much as he hated himself for waking her, he ended up slipping into Greta’s room to sleep there. It still wasn't the same, but it was better.

It was now morning. He was still tired, but at least he had managed to get a little bit of sleep. As much as he did not want to, he figured he should get up and start on the stupid paperwork. Then maybe the day would pass sooner and his husbands would return and he could actually get a good night's sleep

As soon as he sat up, Greta opened her eyes

“Papa? Are you going to work already?”

Wolf smiled and brushed her cheek. “Yeah. Sorry. I think Yuuri and Ken will be back today. Then I can shove the work onto Yuuri and play with you.”

Greta puffed her cheeks out. “I want to play with Daddy, too.”

He chuckled. “Alright. I'll work hard to get everything done so he can play.”

Greta smiled and latched onto his side.

Getting through the paperwork today was easier since he was doing it for Greta instead of Yuuri.

Still, that wasn’t enough to stop him from feeling annoyed that he was the one stuck doing this while his husbands were off doing whatever. If they wanted time alone they should have just said so. He could have stayed in his old room for a day and would have even offered to help with the paperwork. He would have hated it, but he would have done it. For them. Because they asked. Leaving him like this with an excuse was just rude. This didn’t only affect him either. They should have thought about Greta. If they had just wanted time together, they could have stayed here and at least seen her for a little bit during the day.

They were both being selfish as far as he was concerned. If either of them thought he was giving them any tonight, they were sorely mistaken. And if they weren't back today, well, they better get used to the hottest cold shoulder imaginable.

He worked all the way until dinner, only stopping for a short lunch with Greta in the garden. By the time he was finished with dinner, he had a permanent glare. He was not going to appreciate another night of poor sleep.

Yet somehow, Yuuri and Ken managed to promptly return right after he was finished eating. Greta raced ahead of him to the fountain while he walked casually. He was far too tired, full, and disgruntled to put in any unneeded effort.

Much to his annoyance, his irritation mostly evaporated when he spotted their goofy grins. Yuuri's was expected. That hopeless romantic seemed to lose his shit every time he reunited with him regardless of the circumstances. Ken’s, however, was interesting. It was only two days. Normally, he'd be met with a more reserved smile or maybe a smirk. This made him realize they must have been up to something.

"Wolf!" Yuuri cried ridiculously. He was hugging Greta, but he gently stepped away from her so that he could launch himself at Wolfram.

Greta looked a little disappointed but she smiled at the display anyway and moved on to giving Ken his hug.

“It was only two days, wimp,” Wolfram said but he hugged him back anyway.

After a long moment, Yuuri pulled back so that Murata could hug him this time.

“Greta,” Yuuri said, “Can you go play in the garden? Your daddies need a bit of privacy, then we'll come play with you. Promise.”

Greta glared. “You better keep that promise.”

Yuuri laughed. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“No!” She exclaimed, honestly looking frightened by the statement. “Don't die.”

Yuuri just smiled, unfazed by Greta’s worry. “I won't because I won't break the promise.”

“Alright,” she said still looking a little worried

Shaking his head fondly, Wolfram watched her run off. “You shouldn’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”

Yuuri brushed his thumb over his cheek. “But I will keep it.”

Wolfram could feel himself softening but pushed it away. “You can’t promise what I will do, wimp.”

Yuuri just smiled. “Because I’m sure you want to go off by yourself we’ve been gone.”

Wolfram steeled his face into coyness. “Maybe I do.”

“But we came bearing gifts!” Ken announced, holding up a cutely decorated purple felt bag.

Wolfram eyed it in suspicion. Then he realized that Yuuri had one identical except that it was yellow instead of purple. “What did you bring me?” he asked trying to hide his anticipation.

The twinkle in Ken’s eye showed that he did a poor job of hiding it. “Chocolates.”

Wolfram furrowed his brow but snatched both of the bags. “Why did you bring me chocolates?”

“What?” Yuuri asked. “We can’t just treat our husband?”

Wolfram gave him a look. “This is a lot for a simple treat. Besides, I know you two planned this. What exactly is this about?”

Ken chuckled. “I told you he’d catch on, Yuuri.”

Yuuri sighed. “Oh well. I was going to tell anyway.”

“You see,” Ken started, “today is what we call on Earth Valentine’s Day.”

“Valin Tines Day?”

Ken grinned and repeated the name slower this time. “It’s a day when people give each other chocolate as a sign of affection. Then in Japan, we have another day called White Day where those that received gifts return gifts.”

Wolfram licked his lips. “So, I need to return a gift on this White Day.”

“No,” Yuuri said immediately.

Wolfram tossed his head. “Why’s that?”

“We did this because we wanted to, not because we wanted you to give us anything.”

Wolfram planted his hands on his hips, making sure he kept a good hold on each of the bags as he did so. “Yeah, well, maybe I want to do this for you guys too. I don’t see any chocolates for each other.”

“We did this for you, Wolf,” Yuuri said.”

Wolfram glared. “You’re going to explain to me how to do this White Day, or else I’m going to make you both split these with me.”

“No!” Yuuri cried as if that was a horrible fate. Wolfram had to suppress a smile.

Ken sighed. “Okay, fine. Traditionally, in Japan, girls give boys homemade chocolates on Valentine’s Day, and then on White Day, the boys give girls white colored items.”

“Like marshmallows?”

Ken chuckled. “Yes, you could give those. It doesn’t have to be food, though. It also doesn’t have to be white-colored, just like how it doesn’t have to be girls giving gifts on Valentine’s Day and boys giving gifts on White Day.”

Wolfram nodded his head taking this all in. Then his eyes bulged. “Wait, you made these handmade?”

“Yep!” Ken stated proudly.

Wolfram clutched them to his chest. “I changed my mind. No way am I sharing these with you.” They were precious once-in-a-lifetime treasures. “You can go on ahead of me.”

“Why?” asked Yuuri.

“Because I have to go hide these before Greta asks me to share.”

Both of his husbands chuckled at him, but he didn’t care. He was going to eat all of these chocolates and savor every bite of them.

The chocolates weren't the most extravagant dessert he had ever eaten, but to Wolfram, they were the best thing ever. Yuuri claimed that was to be expected because they "made them with love." Well, Wolfram wasn’t about to be outdone. He could make his own goodies “made with love.”

He didn’t know how to make chocolate. Maybe a cake would be better. No, that seemed too easy. Besides, neither of them were huge on sweets. He’d either have to make one joint cake or he’d end up having to eat some, which was not what he wanted at all. It was all for them! Weren’t there tiny ones you could make called cupcakes? That could work. He could even write little messages in the frosting. Oh! And he could make white cake with vanilla frosting to match this White Day tradition. It was perfect.

Even though he had no clue when this White Day wis, he set to work inside the kitchen the next day. With Yuuri back, he had the day free and he needed to perfect his recipe in time. Of course, his plan didn’t move along without any issues. The maids were not exactly thrilled to have him taking up space and ingredients on his little “experiments.” Plus, it only took a few hours for Greta to track him down.

“What are you making, Papa?”

Wolfram wiped flour off his hands. “Just something for your dads.”

The girl perked up. “Can I help?”

“I…” Wolfram wanted to say no. These were his gifts after all. But looking at her hopeful smile, he knew he couldn’t say no. She was his precious little girl after all. And he was sure his husbands would eat the cakes up even more knowing that Geta helped as well. “Yeah, okay. You can mix the ingredients, and I’ll pour.”

It took 15 batches before they seemed “good enough.” They still weren’t up to the standards the maids would have produced, but they were surely better now. As much as it hurt his pride, most of the success was due to Greta’s help. She had caught that he had turned the oven up a tad too high and wasn’t pouring the batter evenly enough. She had even suggested that they add sprinkles to the mix, which inspired him to add some cut-up fruit as well.

The icing was all up to him, though. That was a job he put his foot down on. He remembered once when Yuuri gave him these little heart-shaped candies on Earth that said cheesy lines like “Sugar is sweet and so are you.” He took inspiration from that, adding little messages in pink icing. Classier messages, mind you. Classy, thoughtful, and personal. His favorite just said “WIMP” in bold lettering. He was sure Yuuri would love that one, too.

There was a skip in his step as he carried the tray of cupcakes down the hall. The guards gave him looks, but he ignored them. They should mind their own business.

“You seem really happy, Papa,” Greta said.

“Of course, I am,” he said proudly. “I get to show them that I am just as capable of giving meaningful desserts.”

Greta giggled. “They’re going to be so happy. I bet they’ll give us both really big hugs.”

Wolfram held back a laugh. Knowing them, he’d be getting a lot more than a hug for this. “Yeah, I’m sure they will.”

He knocked once before opening the door to Yuuri’s office.

Yuuri looked up, and immediately stood up. “Wolf? Is that–”

Wolfram puffed his chest out. “You bet it is!”

An enormous grin broke over Yuuri’s face and he rushed over to them. “You made these?” he asked incredulously.

“Don’t sound so surprised. I can bake when I want to.” Wolfram smacked Yuuri when he pursed his lips.

“I helped!” Greta chimed in from beside him.

Yuuri looked down at her. It didn’t seem like he had even noticed she was there. He crouched to her level and put a hand on her head. “Thanks, Greta. I’m guessing you didn’t come up with any of these cheesy sayings did you?”

“Hey!” Wolfram exclaimed. “They aren’t cheesy. They’re heartfelt.”

Yuuri stood up and stared closer at the cupcakes. “Baseball boy?” he asked, holding the cupcake up.

Wolfram turned his head to the side. “Yeah, well you are one.”

“You got me.” He chuckled. Then his voice fell into seriousness. “Ooh…Wolf….”

Wolfram looked to see which one he was holding up now. Till the End of Time . “It’s true,” he said.

Yuuri pulled him into a hug. “Thank you. I love them.”

Wolfram returned the hug, pushing his head into the crook of his neck. “You’re welcome.”

The hug lingered until Greta eventually tugged on Yuuri’s pants. “I want a hug, too.”

Yuuri shook like he was exiting a trance. “Right, sorry, Greta.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you so much, Greta. I’m sure they taste delicious. Do you want anything special next time I go to the market or to Earth?”

“Nuh-uh,” she said, shaking her head. “I only helped cause I love you and Papa.”

Yuuri squeezed her tighter. “You are such a good girl!”

She giggled. “Ow, Daddy, that kind of hurts.”

“Sorry, sorry!”

Wolfram smiled and set the tray down on the bit of empty space on the desk. “I’m going to go find Ken to give him his. Meet us later?”

Yuuri met his eyes. “Always.”

Wolfram shook his head at the overflowing sappiness on his way out.

Ken had returned to the shrine to make sure everything was okay after his absence. It took about two hours to get there by carriage. Horse would have been faster, but he wouldn’t have been able to make sure the cakes weren’t messed up during the trip. He could have waited until that night when he returned to give them to him, but he was too excited.

Now that they were married, he was allowed free access to the shrine, so he didn’t have to worry about any shrine maidens spying on his beautiful cupcakes. He found Ken in the back room rehanging a giant portrait of Shinou.

Wolfram grimaced at the sight of it.

“Hey!” Ken said when he spotted him.

“Hey, can we go somewhere else?” Wolfram asked, gesturing to the door. He didn’t want to do this under Shinou’s watchful gaze.

Ken gave him a look, then looked suspiciously at the covered tray. “Sure, follow me.”

He led them to a cozier room with plush seats. “What brings you here?”

“I come bearing gifts obviously.” Wolfram shoved the tray into his hands. “Happy White Day.”

Ken laughed. “White Day isn’t for practically a month.”

Wolfram wasn’t amused. “Yeah, well, whatever. No one told me that part. Are you going to accept them or not?”

“Oh, I’ll definitely accept them.” Ken uncovered the tray so that the decorated cupcakes were on display. “Wow.”

“Greta helped some,” Wolfram said. “I didn’t think I should bring her all the way here, but you owe her a hug when we get home.”

“Of course…But you,” he looked back at him, “deserve a kiss for this.”

Wolfram tossed his head. “I would hope so.”

Ken snickered. “I don’t even know if I can bring myself to eat these.”

“You have to!”

He smiled wider at Wolfram’s insistence. “If only I could take a photograph first.”

“Photo graph?” Why would he want a graph of photos?

“It’s an image that you can keep. Sort of like a painting.”

“Oh,” Wolfram said even though he did not really understand. “You want to remember what they say?”

“Yeah. These actually mean a lot.”

Wolfram took his hand in his. “You don’t need a photo graph. Yuuri and I will keep saying these things to you forever.”

Something passed over Ken’s face. Maybe sadness, maybe relief, or maybe something else. Possibly it was a mix of all of it.

“And if you really want,” Wolfram continued, “I can write down a list of everything I wrote for you to keep.”

“Would you do that?”

“I’d do anything for you, Ken. You just have to ask.”

Ken sighed and squeezed his hand back. “I love you.”

Wolfram smiled and leaned in, stopping just short of his lips. “I love you, too.”

Ken sealed the kiss. It was laced with desperation, and Wolfram pulled back quickly.

“Set them down before you ruin them,” he demanded.

As soon as Ken did, he pulled him back into the kiss. With his hands free, Ken seized the opportunity to hold his waist. Soon they were meshed together on one of the chairs. They kept kissing until Ken broke it to mouth at his neck instead.

The Great Sage unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt so that he could get easier assess. He licked a stripe over his skin and Wolfram couldn’t help laughing at the ticklish sensation.

“I’m really glad we left that other room,” he said.

“Why’s that?” Ken asked as his hands reached lower to Wolfram’s behind.

“Because I wouldn’t have let you go this far in front of our Almighty Shinou.”

Ken chuckled into his neck. “I’m sure he would have loved that.”

Wolfram held his head closer to him. “I’m even going to let him look at you anymore.”

“He saw me just earlier, you know,” Ken said right before biting down.

“You know what I mean. You’re mine and Yuuri’s. I meant everything I put on those cupcakes.”

Ken lifted his head. “I know…And I am. Yours.”

They stared at each other for a long moment before he pushed Wolfram back into the next seat. Ken got up and picked up one of the cupcakes. “How about we share one?”

“I made them for you two alone.”

“Come on, please?” He made that pouty face he learned from Yuuri. Damn them for always wearing him down.

“Fine.”

Grinning, Ken dipped his finger into the frosting and stuck his finger out. Wolfram knew what he wanted, so he opened his mouth so Ken could feed it to him. He couldn’t see well enough to know for sure, but he guessed the cupcake Ken was holding was the one that said “My whole life.”

The frosting was sweet and melted on his tongue. He sucked on Ken’s finger even after the frosting was gone.

When he extracted his finger, Ken dipped it back into the frosting and stuck his finger into his own mouth. He sighed at the taste. “It’s sweet just like you.”

“Isn’t Yuuri the sweet one?”

“Why can’t you both be sweet?”

“Because I’m the hot one.”

Ken gave a hearty laugh. “I can’t argue with that.” He took a proper bite out of the cupcake and Wolfram held onto every second it took him to chew.

“Is it alright?”

Ken shoved the rest of the cupcake into his mouth. “I don’t think I need that list. I won't ever forget these cupcakes.”

Wolfram’s chest felt like it was about to burst. Somehow he still felt like he received the real gift from this holiday.