Of Ties that Bind
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
9,346
Reviews:
10
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Currently Reading:
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Binding
Title: Binding
Date Written: 11/14/05
Rating: PG for now, eventual NC-17
Word Count: 925
Characters/Pairings: Murata, Yuuri/Wolfram, Conrad, Cheri, Greta, Gwendal/Anissina
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Part two of three... I think.
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Yuuri could feel his blood rushing in his ears. He was sweating profusely, so nervous, so confident that something was going to go wrong; that Wolfram would back out, that Greta would trip and fall and hurt herself, that the Original King wouldn't agree with the union and the candle would gut out...
Although with the way things were going, it looked like the only imminent problem would be if he himself fainted.
Greta looked just plain adorable, walking down the aisle in a dark purple dress, so dark it was almost black. She was carefully carrying the candle, the flame flickering as she walked. The little girl had to raise up onto tiptoe to put it on the table that was serving as the altar, and afterward she scurried over to give Yuuri a quick hug around the middle. The dark-haired king smiled as he hugged her back, stroking her hair lovingly as she smiled up at him. She was so excited: Little Greta had been the one to wake up Yuuri, so happy that her fathers were finally getting married.
Greta scurried off to stand next to Conrad, holding her uncle's hand as Gwendal approached the party. Yuuri's Chief of State was wearing his customary dark green uniform and frown, but when he stopped to stare menacingly down at the Maou, his face broke into an uncharacteristic smile. While most would consider the smile more of a grimace, for Gwendal it was near akin to Conrad's eternal smile. The tall aristocrat clapped a hand on Yuuri's shoulder, and moved to his position without a word.
'Here it comes.'
The entire assembly turned to stare at the open doorway where Cheri and Wolfram should be standing...
Only there was no one there.
Yuuri literally felt his heart drop into his shoes. It was over, they were done, Wolf had bailed...
And then, there they were. Two sets of emerald green eyes, two blonde mops of hair. Yuuri dimly realized that his mother-in-law was wearing more jewelry than normal, most likely trying to grab the attention of one of the male attendees. All he had eyes for were his fiancee... no, for his husband.
Wolfram was dressed in his customary blue uniform; however, the color was a darker blue than the bright primary hue it usually was due to the fact that the prince was becoming royalty.
'The Royal Consort', Murata had snickered the night before when the two were parting for the night, making the blonde swordsman turn a fantastic shade of red and chase the Sage down the hall.
He was smiling, too, really smiling at Yuuri, his green eyes dancing with joy.
Cheri bestowed a huge kiss on each of the lover's cheek before retreating to her seat in the front row, Greta following to perch herself on her grandmother's lap.
"Yuuri, Wolfram, please join left hands and look at one another," Murata requested, watching fondly as the lovers did so, not taking their eyes off one another.
"I thought you had run," Yuuri told Wolfram in a low voice when Murata began the ceremony.
"Never," Wolf replied, smiling a bit. "Mother decided she wanted a darker shade of red lipstick than what she had on."
Yuuri chuckled a bit, watching as Gwendal put their rings on their hands and Conrad tied the white muslin cloth around their hands. He looked back at Wolfram and almost missed the cue Murata was giving him.
"Yuuri, do you wish to be bound to Wolfram?"
The king suddenly felt his throat constrict and he nodded, unable to trust himself to speak clearly.
Ken asked the same question to the blonde, and got a 'yes' before he had even finished saying Yuuri's name. Green eyes never left the dark obsidian orbs before him.
"If anyone present has any just cause as to why these two should not be bound, may they speak now or forever remain silent."
The dark-haired teen didn't trust himself to look at the candle burning on the table; instead, his gaze dropped down to their bound hands. He could feel himself shaking, and Wolfram squeezed his hand reassuringly. Looking up, he found those deep green eyes calm and bright. The blonde let a smile slide across his face, one that was loving and shit-eating at the same time: One that said, 'screw what the others think, you're MINE.'
Yuuri smiled back and squeezed the pale hand in his in return.
"So be it," Murata's voice cut through the silence, and Yuuri couldn't resist looking at him.
The candle was still burning bright.
"I now pronounce you bound. What you two have bound, may no man sever," Murata declared, smiling at the couple.
Wolfram smiled and moved their hands over the candle. The ends of the muslin caught fire, and the blonde prince used his magic to manipulate the flame so it burned the fabric but not flesh. Yuuri's eyes went wide as he watched the red-orange flame dance around his hand, the crowd's gasps of surprise and slight alarm bouncing in his ears.
But Wolfram's eyes were calm, and Yuuri trusted his... husband.
As the ashes fell smoldering to the floor, Yuuri pulled Wolf close to him and planted a long, passionate kiss on his new spouse. The blonde moaned faintly under the kiss, his hands coming up to wrap around Yuuri's neck and twine through his hair.
Yuuri felt the cool metal band press against his scalp and immediately deepened the kiss.
Neither one of them heard the deafening cheer from the assembly.
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Date Written: 11/14/05
Rating: PG for now, eventual NC-17
Word Count: 925
Characters/Pairings: Murata, Yuuri/Wolfram, Conrad, Cheri, Greta, Gwendal/Anissina
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Part two of three... I think.
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Yuuri could feel his blood rushing in his ears. He was sweating profusely, so nervous, so confident that something was going to go wrong; that Wolfram would back out, that Greta would trip and fall and hurt herself, that the Original King wouldn't agree with the union and the candle would gut out...
Although with the way things were going, it looked like the only imminent problem would be if he himself fainted.
Greta looked just plain adorable, walking down the aisle in a dark purple dress, so dark it was almost black. She was carefully carrying the candle, the flame flickering as she walked. The little girl had to raise up onto tiptoe to put it on the table that was serving as the altar, and afterward she scurried over to give Yuuri a quick hug around the middle. The dark-haired king smiled as he hugged her back, stroking her hair lovingly as she smiled up at him. She was so excited: Little Greta had been the one to wake up Yuuri, so happy that her fathers were finally getting married.
Greta scurried off to stand next to Conrad, holding her uncle's hand as Gwendal approached the party. Yuuri's Chief of State was wearing his customary dark green uniform and frown, but when he stopped to stare menacingly down at the Maou, his face broke into an uncharacteristic smile. While most would consider the smile more of a grimace, for Gwendal it was near akin to Conrad's eternal smile. The tall aristocrat clapped a hand on Yuuri's shoulder, and moved to his position without a word.
'Here it comes.'
The entire assembly turned to stare at the open doorway where Cheri and Wolfram should be standing...
Only there was no one there.
Yuuri literally felt his heart drop into his shoes. It was over, they were done, Wolf had bailed...
And then, there they were. Two sets of emerald green eyes, two blonde mops of hair. Yuuri dimly realized that his mother-in-law was wearing more jewelry than normal, most likely trying to grab the attention of one of the male attendees. All he had eyes for were his fiancee... no, for his husband.
Wolfram was dressed in his customary blue uniform; however, the color was a darker blue than the bright primary hue it usually was due to the fact that the prince was becoming royalty.
'The Royal Consort', Murata had snickered the night before when the two were parting for the night, making the blonde swordsman turn a fantastic shade of red and chase the Sage down the hall.
He was smiling, too, really smiling at Yuuri, his green eyes dancing with joy.
Cheri bestowed a huge kiss on each of the lover's cheek before retreating to her seat in the front row, Greta following to perch herself on her grandmother's lap.
"Yuuri, Wolfram, please join left hands and look at one another," Murata requested, watching fondly as the lovers did so, not taking their eyes off one another.
"I thought you had run," Yuuri told Wolfram in a low voice when Murata began the ceremony.
"Never," Wolf replied, smiling a bit. "Mother decided she wanted a darker shade of red lipstick than what she had on."
Yuuri chuckled a bit, watching as Gwendal put their rings on their hands and Conrad tied the white muslin cloth around their hands. He looked back at Wolfram and almost missed the cue Murata was giving him.
"Yuuri, do you wish to be bound to Wolfram?"
The king suddenly felt his throat constrict and he nodded, unable to trust himself to speak clearly.
Ken asked the same question to the blonde, and got a 'yes' before he had even finished saying Yuuri's name. Green eyes never left the dark obsidian orbs before him.
"If anyone present has any just cause as to why these two should not be bound, may they speak now or forever remain silent."
The dark-haired teen didn't trust himself to look at the candle burning on the table; instead, his gaze dropped down to their bound hands. He could feel himself shaking, and Wolfram squeezed his hand reassuringly. Looking up, he found those deep green eyes calm and bright. The blonde let a smile slide across his face, one that was loving and shit-eating at the same time: One that said, 'screw what the others think, you're MINE.'
Yuuri smiled back and squeezed the pale hand in his in return.
"So be it," Murata's voice cut through the silence, and Yuuri couldn't resist looking at him.
The candle was still burning bright.
"I now pronounce you bound. What you two have bound, may no man sever," Murata declared, smiling at the couple.
Wolfram smiled and moved their hands over the candle. The ends of the muslin caught fire, and the blonde prince used his magic to manipulate the flame so it burned the fabric but not flesh. Yuuri's eyes went wide as he watched the red-orange flame dance around his hand, the crowd's gasps of surprise and slight alarm bouncing in his ears.
But Wolfram's eyes were calm, and Yuuri trusted his... husband.
As the ashes fell smoldering to the floor, Yuuri pulled Wolf close to him and planted a long, passionate kiss on his new spouse. The blonde moaned faintly under the kiss, his hands coming up to wrap around Yuuri's neck and twine through his hair.
Yuuri felt the cool metal band press against his scalp and immediately deepened the kiss.
Neither one of them heard the deafening cheer from the assembly.
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