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dovekun · 6 years

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—DANCE—

It's not that Mika can't dance, he just never bothered to learn. Even though Krul the Queen had asked him many times so he could be one of "the most charismatic vampire aristocrats".

Fortunately, Yuuichirou knows how to dance. He has read all about it in one of those "How to" books Guren has collected especially for him, in order to re-learn "how to live among normal human".

"So, you're in luck, Mika! I can teach you how to dance now!"

He gets a long stare in response.

A stare full of doubt, wariness, and something else that makes his chest tighten.

But then comes a delayed nod, followed by a soft "okay, Yuu-chan" and an uncertain smile.

It's enough for Yuuichirou to jump and cheer and start approaching Mika.

Who is standing there in a stiff and rigid posture.

Yuuichirou wants to say "relax, relax, it's just me, your harmless Yuu-chan~" in a joking manner, but . . .

He catches himself and stops his eager approaching steps—

As a realization strikes him.

Mika doesn't really need to learn how to dance.

Mika only needs a partner to lead the dance.

A partner whom Mika trusts and feels most comfortable to begin with.

A partner who is Yuuichirou himself.

"Yooosh! Let's just dance, then!"

Before Mika can't react more than some surprised blinks and a startled "Yuu-chan?"—Yuuichirou has moved and positioned himself behind Mika while sneaking a hand on his waist, gently grasping Mika's right hand with his other one, holding them up at their shoulders.

Yuuichirou clears a final step between them, Mika's frozen back flushes against his chest.

Yuuichirou's humming a playful tune as he starts swaying their bodies from side to side.

Mika glances at him with a frown. Up this close, there's some confused accusation on his striking, red eyes.

"Yuu-chan, what—what are you doing?"

"We're dancing~"

"Dancing . . .? Like this?"

"Yeah! This is me dancing with Mika~~"

"No . . . This is not—honestly, this is not what I think of dancing, Yuu-chan . . ."

Mika gives him an exasperated look. But some shy blushes have adorned Mika's pale features quite lovely, Yuuichirou just smiles.

"Nee, Mika? Let's enjoy our dance for a little while, okay? Before we have to go back to Narumi, Shinoa and the others, discussing more with those Crowley and Ferid guys or whatever."

Seems like Mika wants to voice his objection on the nonchalant "whatever" part—but then he closes his mouth, stares at Yuuichirou in silent, and frowns some more.

Mika is still blushing so prettily, though. His shoulders seems to sag, his back starts to relax against Yuuichirou's chest.

It's a total win when Mika concedes, "Okay. Yuu-chan."

So Yuuichirou grins, cheers a dorky "yayy~", and keeps them swaying in a slow dance.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

in which dancing wasn't mika's specialty, yuuchan only read the theory but never practiced before, they were definitely not dancing, because honestly? yuuchan just wanted to give mika a back-cuddle or a lot of it and more (*´╰╯`๓)

#owari no seraph #mikayuu #yuumika #hyakuya yuuichirou #hyakuya mikaela #my art #ficlet

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dovekun · 6 years

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雛菊 Hinagiku Daisy flowers "Faith" ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ A slightly edited, recoloured and enhanced version fanarts that I submitted months ago for MikaYuu Year Event. . .. I'm still no good with flowers. (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)

#Owari no Seraph #MikaYuu #YuuMika #Hyakuya Yuuichirou #Hyakuya Mikaela #My Art

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dovekun · 6 years

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My 1st entry for this MikaYuu year event.

April 21st, 2018

Title: .::Hinagiku::.

Artist: Ama

A/N: A MikaYuu moment in those 3 months timeskip.

“Nee, Mika! Mika! Look! This, the flower bouquet those little girls over there have given to me!” “I see. A reward for helping them picked a lot of flowers this morning. Isn’t it, Yuu-chan?” “That’s right. But Mika also gave a hand gathering these lot of flowers, no? So, actually, this is your reward, Mika~” “… I don’t think they want to give anything to a monster like me, but.” “Oi. What’s with the self-mockery tone, Mika? You are not a monster, okay!” “… Besides, I only ‘gave a hand’ since Yuu-chan has compulsively asked me to. Yuu-chan was the one who happily and sincerely helped those little human. So, the reward is all for Yuu-chan. I don’t deserve any.” “… You’re too stubborn, huh, Mika? Maa! No matter! If I say this is your reward, this IS your reward! But since you’re acting like you don’t want a flower bouquet from little girls, so here! A flower specially presented by me, for Mika.” “… Specially by Yuu-chan … for me?” “Heheh! That’s right! It’s the same kind of flower, with blue ribbon. Also, there’s a faith that it will definitely cheer you up more, Mika.” “… A faith. Hmm.” “Oh-ho! A smile! Mika’s smiling! What, whaaat? It really does cheer you up, huh, Mika? Yatta na!” “Hm. Hehe. Yuu-chan is too noisy.” “Yet, Mika is still smiling! And laughing! I’m so happy I can make you smile and laugh with my flower today~” “Hmm. Maa. It’s not exactly the flower, though.” “Eh? It’s not?” “It’s your faith, Yuu-chan. Thank you.”

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#Owari no Seraph #MikaYuu #YuuMika #Hyakuya Yuuichirou #Hyakuya Mikaela #My Art #Ficlet

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dovekun · 6 years

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“Here is (not) henachoko, ready to seduce his Hachimitsu-chan, with peonies, petals … and pecs.”

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he has worked out, he has grown up, he has pecs (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

#MaruMA #Kyou Kara MaOu #KKM #Shibuya Yuuri #My Art

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dovekun · 6 years

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“Here is Hachimitsu-chan, ready to seduce his henachoko, with roses, petals … and nipples.”

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nope should’ve known couldn’t do nipples no no no not yet uuuh (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)

#maruma #kyou kara maou #kkm #wolfram von bielefeld #my art

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dovekun · 7 years

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—POEM—

the ultimate example of a pretty boy a pretty boy just like an angel his blonde hair and emerald eyes the color of the bottom of a lake even those beautiful lips only prove to bring out of his strong personality like the sunlight making people want to run together with him making it hard not to notice him

♚ ♚

“… What are you reading, Greta?”

(It sounds like a poem to someone so dearly admired, but—no, wait a second! D-d-don’t tell me—! Is it written by Greta—?! Our precious daughter?! But, but, but! Greta is still an innocent and pure child! No way our daughter would have someone she dearly so admired unless they were Yuuri and I, her beloved fathers, or Mother or that certain magicalist Lady or Gisela or—)

“Who is this person?! A man?!”

“Wolfram? Wolfram, what’s wrong? Why Wolfram’s cheeks turned whiter and then now is turning red so fast? And, and! Why Wolfram’s facing and yelling at the wall of Greta’s Study Room? I-is Wolfram angry … with Greta?”

(Oh, damn ShinOu! What a despicable father I could be! Carelessly scaring Greta—! Get a grip, get a grip, and turn the fire down! Apologize right now!)

“No, I really am sorry. Please forgive me. It’s not my intention to be … angry? I am not angry. Definitely not angry with you, Greta. It is just—I am concerned. Uh, with the poem you have just read …”

“Oooh! This poem? Un! It’s about an angelic pretty boy~!”

“Boy …”

(A boy! Who is this boy?! How dare this boy made an appearance and captured Greta’s attention without me and Yuuri’s notice—? No, no, don’t tell me—is it that Pakiri or Pachiri or Pa-something boy?! With the beautiful singing voice?! I should have known! I should have known that boy couldnot be trusted! Damn him to Seisa! Damn him to Shinzoku! Slimy little boy just like that glasses king of Shou Shimaron! Aaargh! Yuuri! I should tell Yuuri about this dangerous predicament—)

“… and honest and beautiful and touching! And it’s also easy to understand with simple words and lines unlike those books Gyungyun-sensei asks Greta to read relentlessly! As expected from Yuuri~! Despite the written looks a bit sloppy, but Greta really can’t stop reading this diary~!”

(… Huh? What is she talking about?)

“Diary?”

“Un! Yuuri’s Diary!”

“… But the cover is unfamiliar blue with—are those bees and honey stamps?”

“Un! Aren’t they adorable~? There’s also the gold coloured one that Greta would like to read for reading material after this diary and that diary with the cute bear-cub stamp!”

“… So. The poem about that slimy—uh, I mean, the poem? It is not written by Greta?”

“Eeeh~~? Greta is still learning to read, Wolfram!”

(What’s with that defensive tone of voice?)

“… But I believe Greta is able to write either. Your journals for homework are the proof of that certain capability, Greta.”

“Uum, weeell … But not like this beautiful poem of Yuuri’s, though …”

(Uwaa, a blush! A blush! Oh, how cute and humble our daughter is! Just as like her father, Yuuri!)

“… Hm? Wait a second. So, if it’s Yuuri’s, then—”

(Yuuri is writing a poem about a boy—no, no, some other person he dearly admired—)

“…”

“Wolfram?”

“… Huh. Of course.”

“Eh?”

“Yes, yes. I should have guessed sooner. It is definitely about Conrart. This poem.”

“Conrad? But—”

“Say, Greta? Is there another poem? Would you read it for me?”

“Uummm, Wolfram? Greta doesn’t think these poems are about Conrad, but … okay … Here’s the first poem, then.”

♚ ♚

a sonorant alto voice as soon as i look up this beauty enough to make him glow as if he walks around with a halo his dazzling blond hair transparent white skin emerald green irises that remind me of the bottom of a lake it’s an angel one of beautiful mazoku

♚ ♚

“So? How is it? What does Wolfram think? It’s not about Conrad, right?”

“… ‘One of beautiful mazoku’—he said? … Günter?”

“Eeeh~~?! But, but! Blond hair? White skin? Green irises?”

“… If it’s an angel, then … a shinzoku … the foul brother of that slimy Shou Shimaron King's—?!”

“Wolfram, Wolfram! Before getting angry with a scary face, let Greta read the second poem? Please?”

♚ ♚

my twin in stature and physique but angelically handsome if you didn’t know he was mazoku you’d think he was God’s greatest masterpiece glittering gold hair long eyelashes emerald green eyes but that arrogance of his make him sound like a yapping pomeranian

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“… Since when Yuuri has a twin? A mazoku one?! Also, a yapping pom—pomera—”

“Pomeranian. Yuuri said it was a cute, small kind of dog when Greta asked yesterday.”

“A mazoku twin—dog?! W-wha-what does it mean, then?!”

“Wolfram, Wolfram. Yuuri doesn’t have any twins.”

“But the poem said—!”

“It’s a misunderstanding. See? There’s more that Greta wants to continue reading. So, would Wolfram just listen carefully, please?”

“A-alright. Please go on, Greta.”

♚ ♚

the selfish prince with the angelic features and clear emerald eyes that remind you of the bottom of a lake a selfish pu always goes right to the point throws himself into any challege bores into my mitt and my chest kinder and gentler than a lie

♚ ♚

“…”

“A selfish prince~!”

“…”

“Abbreviated: Selfish Pu~!”

“…”

“Wolfram~?”

“Hu-humph! W-why did he need to call me with that useless pet-name? Also, what is with him going on and on about, uh, 'the bottom of a lake’, though?”

“Because the beautiful colour it has always reminds Yuuri of Wolfram’s beautiful emerald green eyes?”

“…”

“Greta thinks it’s so romantic of Yuuri~”

“Ro-romantic—!”

“Un! Isn’t it~? Eh~? Arara! Wolfram’s face turns sooo red! Kyaaa~~! Is it what they called ’blushing’~?”

“—!!”

(Aaakh, Yuuri … ! Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri, you henachoko MaOu, you—! Why didn’t you just say these—these things to my face, instead writing these poems secretly! Aaakh, now I’m feeling embarassed and happy and excited in front of our daughter—! Yuuri, this is your fault—!!)

“There are other poems just as so beautiful and honest and heartful and touching like these ones! Please listen, Wolfram! Here’s one of Greta’s most favorites!”

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a rival-less super bishounen like a Vienna choir boy who had jumped straight out of a shoujo manga shiny golden hair emerald green eyes imagined all artist in the world would fight over the chance to paint his portrait if he had appeared in someone’s dream the dreamer might even be moved to tears thinking he had seen an angel

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“Kyaaa~~! Wolfram is so beautiful like an angel that, that, that everyone would cry if Wolfram ever came to their dreams! Aww~! Yuuri honestly thinks that! How sweet! How romantic! Yuuri always thinks lovely about Wolfram! Yuuri loooves Wolfram sooo much! Aww~!”

(… I think, our beloved daughter has spent too many times with dear Mother.)

“… Greta?”

“Yes, Wolfram?”

“Can I borrow this diary of Yuuri’s after Greta finishes reading?”

“Un! Un! Wolfram can read it! Even better, Wolfram can read it now! Greta is just rereading! After all, Greta wants to read the other diary with the bear-cub stamp! Greta wants to read it with Lady Cäli!”

“That’s, uh, alright …”

(That diary with the bear-cub stamp is just full of Yuuri’s shenanigan stories with Conrart and Gurrier. It’s kinda adventurous and funny for Greta to read with Mother. It is not that private. Probably.)

“Thank you, Greta. I will read Yuuri’s poem diary later. Now, shall we go and see Yuuri at the Royal Library? We can take him out of Günter’s lecture to visit the market for an hour. My gut is telling me that Yuuri needs a family time right now. What do you say, Greta?”

“Yaay! To the market! Family time! Greta would love to go with Wolfram and Yuuri! Oh! Oooh! After that, after that! Can we go picnic at Lady Cäli’s Royal Garden, please? Wolfram?”

(Aaah, Greta’s special PUPPY EYES OF DOOM, just as Yuuri once said! How could anyone dare to resist this cuteness?)

“As you wish, Princess Greta.”

“Tehehehe! What a Prince Charming! No wonder Yuuri loves to write secret poems about Wolfram, then~!”

“—!! Y-yes. No wonder …”

(But still … I’ve never wondered Yuuri could write some secret poems about me before now, though …)

♚ ♚

Later at night inside the Royal Chamber …

“Yuuri.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to just tell me.”

“Huh? What’s with this serious atmosphere all of a sudden … ? Eerm. Okay. What is it, Wolf?”

“… VIENNA CHOIR BOY. Who is he?”

“E-eh? VIENNA CHOIR—wait, how’d you know—where’d you hear about—Had Conrad—”

“And what do you think about my eyes, Yuuri?”

“E-eeh? Your—your eyes?! W-wha-why? Your eyes are—your eyes look—eerm, W-Wolf? Your mouth is closer—nngh, you’re gonna ki—

"Do they remind you of the bottom of a lake? Yuuri …”

“—!! Why? Why're you whispering something on my neck—! Nnnghh—! Wo-Wooolf! I thought, you’re gonna—! Are you gonna—again? A-already?”

“… And do you move to tears whenever I am in your dream, Yuuri?”

“—!!”

“Do you cry?”

“Nggghhh! Aaaah! Wo-Wolfraaaam! Your teeth—! A-and your fingers—! Don’t pinch my—! What—nnngh—are you going to s-start, Wolf—!!”

“Tell me, Yuuri.”

“Nnggh—! Wolf! It's—aaah—too sensitive—!”

“… Yuuri!”

“Hu-huuh? Wha—why’d you sto—I mean, w-what?”

“Am I like a yapping pomeranian to you?”

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※side note: all the poems above are actually taken from yuuchan’s choosen monologues of maruma (fan-translated) light novels~ (~_^) ♪ this fic takes place post series or a day before mahon sss re: greta × cäcilie + α (that one featuring the diary with bear-cub stamp)~ (⌒o⌒) ♪ also, since the first volume, yuuchan had been privately into a green eyed and blond haired beauty? is developing a crush at the first sight on any blond haired beauties a common thing for yuuchan? i mean iirc the things with lil’ yuuchan has on a blond haired drag queen, and the alice ghost girl … and even his fiancé on previous life was a blond haired american football macho—wait, yuuchan has a type~? (〃°ω°〃) ♡

#maruma #kyou kara maoh #kkm #wolfram von bielefeld #greta #shibuya yuuri #wolfyuu #yuuram #my art #ficlet: greta to otousan-zu #ficlet: henachoko to wagamama #otp: i finally caught you

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dovekun · 7 years

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—MINE—

"Yuuri!"

"Geh! Wolfram?! You surprised me! What're you, all of a sudden?!"

"Yuuri. Since that I'm here now, let's sleep together."

"Haa?! What d'you—nngh, uuh, Wo-Wooolf! It's too tight, you're hugging me too tight!"

"But Yuuri used to like how tightly I hugged before, no? . . . Ah. But, of course. My apologies. Heika. I have not yet taken the punishment for what I have done to Heika since coming back from Seisakoku. Please excuse my carelessness for overstepping the boundary. Heika."

"Waitwaitwait! Seriously, TIME OUT! Wolf! Don't use keigo all of a sudden! Quit calling me Heika! You're not Conrad! Nor even Gwen! What the heck, is this?! You scared me—NO! Don't go! It's okay, I always love how tightly you hug me—that's not it! No, what I mean—un, everything is fine! No punishment required! I forgave you long ago! Just don't do that again! Let's sleep toge—gah! I bit my tongue . . ."

"—Humh."

"Oi! What was that? You . . . are you laughing at me?!"

"N-not really—"

"Wooolf! I can see you grining just now!"

"Heh . . . My bad. I'm not really laughing at you. It's that—Yuuri, when rambling, looks so cute. I can't help."

"Am not! Who's rambling?! No one's rambling here! And you're the cute one, Wolf!"

"Hn . . . So. it's alright I'm hugging Yuuri like this?"

"Ye-yeah. You don't even have to ask . . . But, say, what's up with you? Wolf. All of a sudden, imperiously walking into this room, without warning holding me and—and outwardly declaring to sleep, uh . . . with me . . ."

"Well, Yuuri. I heard you missed me."

"—! M-missed? Who said . . . Conrad?! Akh, no, it must be—Murata?! Did Murata said anything—"

"And you must have known how I missed you, too."

". . . Must have known, he says . . . Ah. B-but you missed me, too. Is that so, huh."

". . . Yuuri."

"Y-yes?"

"In this opportunity, I also want to tell you how very guilty I am."

"Opportunity? Wait—guilty . . . ?

"Regarding those previous days—when I couldn't let myself sharing a bed with you after . . . after what I did in Seisakoku; after what ShinOu had done to me; and after what happened with the Boxes . . . Even when we all finally came back home, I still couldn't forgive myself. I didn't find any courage to approach. I didn't want to overstep. I was also certain, Yuuri wouldn't let me . . . because I knew I had no right anymore . . . to stay closely with Heika . . . whose trust I had almost betrayed . . ."

"No—Wolfram—"

"Then, I have waited for the day Heika would finally give an order—for me to go to the dungeon, so I could take the punishment I absolutely deserved, but . . ."

"Du-dungeon?! No way! I couldn't! I wouldn't! Wolf, why would I?! You were not in the wrong at all!"

"Yes. I realize. I should have known better. That Yuuri—the Rookie I know the most—has a pure and forgiving soul. Yet, despite being a wimp—not that much nowadays, at least—Yuuri will always think the best in anyone. Yuuri won't go and summon spider-like eaten-fish-bones . . . nor giant-like made-in-maou soil-zombies . . . to punish anyone he believes not in the wrong. Well, but I do think it's also a bit too naïve for my liking, an unexpected quality for a MaOu of ShinMAkoku, after all."

"Spider-like eaten-fish-bones, huh . . . ? I wonder when was I—nope. Unimportant. But, the way you're saying it . . . Wolf, seriously? Are you complimenting me . . . or not? I can't tell, though."

"Of course, you should take it as my compliment as it is, Yuuri. And more importantly—Yuuri is Yuuri, is he not? . . . And I'm the stupid one who didn't realized it sooner . . ."

"What was that? What're you whisperin'? Oi, don't hide your face on my neck! But still, I honestly can't tell what's point do you want to make, Wolf."

". . . Yuuri. You are now the reason my heart is able to beat strongly and steadily. I'm so grateful. To think I still have this chance to stay together. Again. With you."

"—! Wolfram! That's—"

"To be able watching Greta. To be able seeing Mother and Elder Brother. To be able feeling this nervous hope, waiting for the day my baby sister born into this World. And to be able being alive. Once more. In ShinMAkoku. If it's not for Yuuri, my heart . . . this heart, inside my chest . . . would just—stop."

". . . It's definitely still beating, Wolf. I can feel it against my back."

"Yes, it is. Don't you see? It's all for you. I'm all for you. So, here I am. Now and forever. For you, Yuuri."

". . . Ye-yeah. I see . . ."

"That's way, Yuuri. Thank you. For saving me."

"Err, that is . . . a-ahaha . . . N-no, really, Wolf. Do—DON'T MENTION IT . . ."

"Hn? Yuuri. Was that—what you called—INGURI•SHUU?"

"Eh? An old band and attack . . . ? Ah, no! You mean ENGLISH, huh? Yes, eigo. My bad. My tongue slipped. What I mean to say is, Wolf, you don't have to—"

"I LOVE YOU."

"—! W-wha?"

"AND I ALWAYS WILL."

"—!!"

". . ."

"Yu-Yuuri? You—did I say correctly . . . ?"

". . ."

"—Huh? Hold on! Yuuri?! You're face—looks all red! Are you okay? What is it—no way, could it be—Baby Fever? Are you catching Baby Fever, now?! Mother are still in three months due, but—"

"I'm—it's not—Baby Fever, you say? Then, the baby needs KOOLFEVER—that's not it! No, just what the heck is Baby Fever, anyway?!"

". . . Or rather—do you feel so embarassed with my DECLARATION OF LOVE? Hmph. Why, Yuuri. You should feel beyond excited, you know."

". . ."

"No . . . hold on—did I say it incorrectly?! I really said it incorrectly, huh?! Gah!! Dammit! That Conrart-guy! His letter said that's precisely the right words to say in INGURI•SHUU! But it's actually incorrect?! Damn him! How dare the like of him to deceive me?!"

"Haah?! Con-Conrad . . . ? Conrad let you said that strong expression to this plain, Japanese boy?!"

"You're, absolutely, way more, than just, plain, Yuuri! Aaargh! But that guy said it's the right words to convey my feeling, jyari! But he actually deceived me, jyari?! Guargh! I should've known! Not to believe anything my Little Elder Brother taught me, jyari!"

"Uwaaa . . . Wolf, you go back with jyari-jyari right there."

"Did not, jyari! No! Hold on—just listen well! Yuuri. In plain and simple New MA Language, what I wanted to say is: 'The Moon is so blue tonight—'"

"Whaaat?! That's—! From Souseki-sensei's! Not the so-called New MA Language!"

"'—And the Eyes of the Darkest Black I have seen and drawn in, And the Hair of the Glossy Black I have adored and tied in—'"

"Oi! Just wait a sec! it's the newest volume of Gyun-Gyun's Juicy Journal, tosa?!"

"'—With My Soul and Body, let be Entwined in Lust. With Your Soul and Body, let be lost in Se—'"

"WAAA—STOP—STOP!! No quoting one of re-published edition of Cheri-sama's lovebook! Wolf, please cut it out, I beg you!! Look; I understand completely what you wanted to say earlier in eigo!"

"Huh? Really? So, Conrart taught me the correct words?"

"I—ungh, yes. That's correct."

"That's great, then! I'm happy, Yuuri understands, after all."

"Ye-yeah. Me too . . . I feel so happy . . ."

"—!! Hu-hmph! S-so. Will Yuuri share the bed and let us sleep together again? You should know how lonely I felt, Yuuri. Missing you on my solitary bed. Just holding the borrowed Pink Pillow instead of Yuuri's warmness—was not the same, you see."

"I—of course, it wouldn't be the same! You should've just kept sleeping on our bed, holding my body and doing—aa-aaah, forget it! Well, hey, look at my G-Shock! It's near Greta's bed time! Let's go pick her up from Anissina-san's Lab and—aaangh . . . Wo-Wolf, why are you sniffing—heheh, that tickles—n-nooo! W-what are you lickin'—aaangh—don't bite—nnngh—nonono! NO HICKEY! Not visible HICKEY!! For the love of Greta's innocent eyes, Wolf! Cu-cut it out!"

"Ah, that's right. Greta's innocent eyes. Sorry. I stop, now. . . . But still, I can't help, though . . . Yuuri, what's with all this exposed skin so availably close to my lips . . ."

"—Nnngh! Vo-von Bielefeld-kyo, focus . . . !"

"Geh! Oww, oww, my ear, my ear . . . ! Ri-right. Right. I apologize. I'll stop, for real. . . . But, say, Yuuri?"

"W-what is it, now?"

"The way you're rambling when you feel embarassed and nervous? I love it, too. It's really cute, you know. As expected from a henachoko."

"—! What'd you say?! Who feels—I'm not—aargh, enough! Honestly! Whose fault is that, anyway?!"

". . . Mine. Yuuri, always mine."

(—A [headcanon-y] WolfYuu scene, Post Prison Arc of MaruMA Series.)

※side note: so . . . basically, wolf had demanded in his letter — "Conrart, how to declare my love in INGURI-SHUU?!" — or something like that . . . aaand konniichan's inner romantic-earthling-voice came out and written back the whole Elvis Presley's "Love Me Tender" lyric with translation in mazoku-ese~♪ this is also a headcanon.

#MaruMA #Kyou Kara MaOh #KKM #Shibuya Yuuri #Wolfram von Bielefeld #WolfYuu #YuuRam #My Art #Ficlet: Henachoko to Wagamama #OTP: I finally caught you

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dovekun · 7 years

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—DENSE—

"So. Yuu-chan. Will you, uuh, go . . . with me?"

"But, Mika! I'll go wherever you go! Y'know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I will do vice versa. But, what I mean is, uhm, out."

"Out? You want to go out, huh? Well, the weather is a bit warm and the sky looks clear outside, so yes. Let's go out and take a walk."

"No . . . Yuu-chan. I mean. Go out . . . With me . . ."

"Sure, Mika. I'll go out and take a walk with you. Oh, but wait a sec. How about I ask Yoichi and Shinoa whether they wanna go out, too. And Mika can go invite Mitsuba and Kimizuki, I suppose. Then, we all visit and hang out in Narumi's place! Lately, he seems too grumpy and I feel like to annoy him. It sure will spice up his mood better. Don't you agree, huh, Mika?"

". . . I know Yuu-chan is dense, but not this dense. Still, Yuu-chan doesn't really make it easy for me, does he . . ."

"Huh? What are you whispering there? I can't quite hear that."

". . . Yuu-chan."

"—! Mika?! Why are you holding my hand all of a sudden . . . ? O—oi, you. What's with this intense stare? A—and, you're face is so close, Mika! So close! Or rather—are you thirsty? Wanna take a bite—"

"That's not it. No . . . Listen, Yuu-chan. Please listen to my co-confession. I—well, I always like you a lot . . . and I want to go o-out with you . . . As in a, uhm, date . . ."

". . . But, Mika. I thought, we've been together? Since forever! And speaking of, yesterday? Didn't you try cook me dinner with curry? And after that, I praised how delicious it tasted while we were cuddling together on the bed . . . Still, y'know? I wonder how you could cook without tasting the flavour, what's with you being vampire and all, but . . . heh. Honestly, Mika. Why would it seem like you confess to me for the first time, now? Say, you do know just how much I love you, too. Right . . . ? Now, are you going to drink me before going out with Shinoa and others to Narumi's pla—huh? O-oi, Mika! Why your face—turns all red!? C-can you still have a fever—no, wait, wait. Mika—could it be—are you, somehow, blushing . . . ?"

(—A MikaYuu moment in the more peaceful AU where Mika the vampire is actually the denser one.)

#Owari no Seraph #MikaYuu #YuuMika #Hyakuya Mikaela #My Art #Ficlet

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