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What Love Is Supposed To Be
Title: What Love is Supposed to Be
Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri
Rating: M
Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love
Chapter Warnings:
Summary: Gwendal arrives in the King’s bedroom after being informed of commotion, the commotion that resulted from Wolfram’s nightmare. Can one thing really lead to another like that? Is it like dominoes or sky diver?
Chapter Number: #11
Author Note: subtle hints (possibly), gaudy metaphors, misunderstanding after misunderstanding. What chaos I cause.
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There was a loud banging on the door and Greta was already sparked into life by both Yuri and Wolfram’s shouting, one of which who had been unconscious at the time.
“I’ll get the door, Yuri!” Greta exclaimed, jumping off of the bed where Yuri tried to gently, or not so gently, pry a certain blonde demon off of him. Before Greta could open the door, it swung open, nearly striking her causing her to pull back in alarm. “Gwendal?” Yuri turned his head to look towards the doorway where said man, along with several others, stood in a battle ready stance. “What’s wrong?” Greta asked timidly, looking over the familiar face of stoic Lord and several guards as well as Conrad.
Gradually, Gwendal’s posture relaxed.
“A patrolman heard a disturbance and insisted that it was urgent. Apparently, I was misinformed.” Gwendal’s cold eyes rested upon Yuri who still had no success in forcing Wolfram to let go of.
Gwendal nodded to the guards who stiffly returned to their posts leaving only Gwendal and Conrad behind.
“So what’s going on then if no one is being attacked or murdered?” Gwendal inquired, hints of annoyance in his voice.
“Well, Wolfram came here to see Greta and—Wolfram! Let go already!” It was comical, Gwendal had to admit, watching the Demon King be clung to as if by a child. Internally, he was laughing, externally he showed only his annoyance.
“Make me, you big wimp!” Gwendal was positive he saw a smile play across those lips, a real one rather than the fake ones that had been appearing when Wolfram was around Greta.
“Wolfram, you should let His Highness go,” Conrad said from his place in the doorway. Wolfram looked at him and scowled, emerald eyes flashing with both anger and unease.
“I don’t have to!” Wolfram spat, his voice cracking slightly with discomfort that he ignored.
“Wolfram,” Conrad started, but was interrupted by his younger brother.
“He is my fiancé after all. Why should I let him go?” Both Conrad and Gwendal stiffened.
“Wha—at?” Yuri screeched, pulling Wolfram away, successfully this time. Wolfram crossed his arms over his chest and “humph”ed.
“You did propose to me again, didn’t you?” Wolfram stated, his usually attitude plaguing his words.
“Well I…I—”
“You did slap my left cheek again, did you not!?” The emerald eyes turned towards Yuri in a scrunched glare.
“Yes, but-but I—I was trying to wake you up, Wolfram!”
“Oh, so you’re taking it back?” Wolfram spat. Even Greta recognized the hurt that flashed momentarily in the pools of green.
“No!” Yuri exclaimed, exasperated.
“Then it’s settled,” Wolfram said, his eyes relaxing. “We’re engaged.”
“But Wolfram!” Yuri attempted, uncomfortable as well as relieved. He hadn’t intended to propose again, he hadn’t been thinking when he struck the panicking, unconscious form that shuddered beside him, but it was relieving to see that Wolfram was better. To see him smile so softly as if nothing had ever happened to him or between them.
He felt one of the strings of sanity snap, and his body plunged further down into the jagged canyon of love. He didn’t like the falling, sinking feeling, but watching Wolfram react so positively was just enough to keep him from climbing back up to the ledge. Wolfram was happy, and that made him happy, wasn’t that what love was supposed to be? Putting another person’s happiness before your own?
“No buts, you cheater,” Wolfram said, standing from his place on the bed shakily. He glanced at Gwendal and frowned. Something stirred in his mind and then died. He looked over at Greta who was staring up at him almost expectantly and offered her a smile. “I’ll see you at breakfast,” he said to her softly. She smiled. “I just want to go change into fresher clothes.” He left the room, followed by Conrad who offered Yuri the faintest of smiles. Gwendal stayed after for a short moment.
He didn’t have to say anything, Yuri could read every word on Gwendal’s face.
“Don’t hurt him,” that expression said. “Don’t you dare.” And the Gwendal left briskly, closing the door behind him firmly.
~Alice Von Wonderland
Closing Note: A shorter chapter, designed to clarify something mentioned in the previous chapter. Is Yuri sincere in proposing, or is he just too afraid to hurt Wolfram once again by rejecting him?
Until Next Time
Alice Von Wonderland
Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri
Rating: M
Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love
Chapter Warnings:
Summary: Gwendal arrives in the King’s bedroom after being informed of commotion, the commotion that resulted from Wolfram’s nightmare. Can one thing really lead to another like that? Is it like dominoes or sky diver?
Chapter Number: #11
Author Note: subtle hints (possibly), gaudy metaphors, misunderstanding after misunderstanding. What chaos I cause.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
There was a loud banging on the door and Greta was already sparked into life by both Yuri and Wolfram’s shouting, one of which who had been unconscious at the time.
“I’ll get the door, Yuri!” Greta exclaimed, jumping off of the bed where Yuri tried to gently, or not so gently, pry a certain blonde demon off of him. Before Greta could open the door, it swung open, nearly striking her causing her to pull back in alarm. “Gwendal?” Yuri turned his head to look towards the doorway where said man, along with several others, stood in a battle ready stance. “What’s wrong?” Greta asked timidly, looking over the familiar face of stoic Lord and several guards as well as Conrad.
Gradually, Gwendal’s posture relaxed.
“A patrolman heard a disturbance and insisted that it was urgent. Apparently, I was misinformed.” Gwendal’s cold eyes rested upon Yuri who still had no success in forcing Wolfram to let go of.
Gwendal nodded to the guards who stiffly returned to their posts leaving only Gwendal and Conrad behind.
“So what’s going on then if no one is being attacked or murdered?” Gwendal inquired, hints of annoyance in his voice.
“Well, Wolfram came here to see Greta and—Wolfram! Let go already!” It was comical, Gwendal had to admit, watching the Demon King be clung to as if by a child. Internally, he was laughing, externally he showed only his annoyance.
“Make me, you big wimp!” Gwendal was positive he saw a smile play across those lips, a real one rather than the fake ones that had been appearing when Wolfram was around Greta.
“Wolfram, you should let His Highness go,” Conrad said from his place in the doorway. Wolfram looked at him and scowled, emerald eyes flashing with both anger and unease.
“I don’t have to!” Wolfram spat, his voice cracking slightly with discomfort that he ignored.
“Wolfram,” Conrad started, but was interrupted by his younger brother.
“He is my fiancé after all. Why should I let him go?” Both Conrad and Gwendal stiffened.
“Wha—at?” Yuri screeched, pulling Wolfram away, successfully this time. Wolfram crossed his arms over his chest and “humph”ed.
“You did propose to me again, didn’t you?” Wolfram stated, his usually attitude plaguing his words.
“Well I…I—”
“You did slap my left cheek again, did you not!?” The emerald eyes turned towards Yuri in a scrunched glare.
“Yes, but-but I—I was trying to wake you up, Wolfram!”
“Oh, so you’re taking it back?” Wolfram spat. Even Greta recognized the hurt that flashed momentarily in the pools of green.
“No!” Yuri exclaimed, exasperated.
“Then it’s settled,” Wolfram said, his eyes relaxing. “We’re engaged.”
“But Wolfram!” Yuri attempted, uncomfortable as well as relieved. He hadn’t intended to propose again, he hadn’t been thinking when he struck the panicking, unconscious form that shuddered beside him, but it was relieving to see that Wolfram was better. To see him smile so softly as if nothing had ever happened to him or between them.
He felt one of the strings of sanity snap, and his body plunged further down into the jagged canyon of love. He didn’t like the falling, sinking feeling, but watching Wolfram react so positively was just enough to keep him from climbing back up to the ledge. Wolfram was happy, and that made him happy, wasn’t that what love was supposed to be? Putting another person’s happiness before your own?
“No buts, you cheater,” Wolfram said, standing from his place on the bed shakily. He glanced at Gwendal and frowned. Something stirred in his mind and then died. He looked over at Greta who was staring up at him almost expectantly and offered her a smile. “I’ll see you at breakfast,” he said to her softly. She smiled. “I just want to go change into fresher clothes.” He left the room, followed by Conrad who offered Yuri the faintest of smiles. Gwendal stayed after for a short moment.
He didn’t have to say anything, Yuri could read every word on Gwendal’s face.
“Don’t hurt him,” that expression said. “Don’t you dare.” And the Gwendal left briskly, closing the door behind him firmly.
~Alice Von Wonderland
Closing Note: A shorter chapter, designed to clarify something mentioned in the previous chapter. Is Yuri sincere in proposing, or is he just too afraid to hurt Wolfram once again by rejecting him?
Until Next Time
Alice Von Wonderland