#Kyou Kara MaOh

[littlechinesedoll]

This idiot king, the Lord Fiance, and His Eminence The Best Friend

#kyou kara maou #shibuya yuuri #harajuku furi #wolfram von bielefeld #murata ken #yuuram #kenyuu #kyou kara maoh #kyo kara maoh

[doyouknowthisanime]

Do You Know This Anime?

#kyou kara maou #kyou kara maoh #anime #polls

[youareinacomawakeup]

Hey, you should watch Kyo Kara Maoh, and here’s why:

I feel like, when I try to get people into Kyo Kara Maoh, all I ever say about it is “You know how there’s this thing in shounen anime where there’s always some rival character that makes you wonder if he’s kinda gay for the protagonist? Yeah, in this one, it’s canon, and blatant about it. It doesn’t make you wonder for a second. It’s just upfront about it and you can watch him being gay on main the whole time.”

But like, that’s not the only reason I like the anime. Far from it. It’s just what I think is most likely to draw a new fan in. But it really is just a solid story with or without that.

It’s an isekai--and I know, I know, isekai are a dime a dozen now, but at the time this came out the only thing I really had to compare it to was Chronicles of Narnia--about a guy who goes back and forth between our world and a fantasy world where magic exists.

And he’s your typical plucky shounen protagonist, energetic and kind and willing to make friends with absolutely anyone. You know the type. Not really covering any new ground there. But unlike One Piece or Naruto or, I don’t know, Black Clover, he has no interest in becoming the best of the best. He kind of just wants to go home and be a kid and play baseball.

But the thing is, he’s king of this world by divine right. He was chosen to become king before he was born and he’s just been left to incubate in our world until he was older. His whole family has always known this, though he doesn’t find out until he’s magically pulled into the world and it’s sprung on him right away. And he wants nothing to do with it at first. It’s not something he has to do, either. He’s given the option of turning down the position and going home.

But.

There’s been this cold war going on between magic-users (”Mazoku” or “Demons” though the use of “demon” is more of a reclaimed slur than anything literal) and non-magic-users (humans). The real bloodshed has been put on hold for a while, but there’s a real threat of that cold war turning hot at any second. There are laws against humans and Mazoku being in romantic relationships, their mixed children face severe prejudice both from the people and institutionally, for instance being shoved into ghettos and left to starve, and tensions are high. And the protagonist realizes quickly that these people have been living this way for so long that peace is not going to happen naturally. They need someone with fresh eyes who can see that peace is possible. And that someone needs to be in a position of power to do something about it.

So the protagonist accepts the job. Not because he wants to--he HATES it; there are so many scenes of him complaining about all the paperwork and the struggles of trying to learn the cultural norms and mores of surrounding nations so he doesn’t fuck something up in his position of power and accidentally start the war he’s trying to prevent just by unintentionally insulting another nation’s leader or something--but because he feels responsible. He has to do something to bring peace to this land because he might be the only person who has both the power and the good intentions to do so. Hell, the MacGuffin of the series is the protagonist trying to steal four magical nukes from other countries so he can seal them away where they can’t be used. (They’re just wooden boxes, nothing impressive about their appearance. Not romanticized at all. They’re as boring and dangerous as war.)

And that’s...basically the series. Kid gets sucked into a fantasy world and becomes a king because he actually has a political agenda to make the world a better place and he saves the world with the help of a found family of nobles who are fondly exasperated by his incessant pacifism because they don’t think it’s reasonable, until he gradually and sincerely starts to change their mind and they all reevaluate their own prejudices. (And the prejudice reevaluation is really subtle, too. They don’t have big awakening moments like, “Wow, I’m not racist against half-humans anymore!” They just...slowly get better and bit by bit see the world the way the protagonist does.)

Other little details you might want to know are:

The protagonist has a Yu-Gi-Oh-esque alter ego. (The anime is from the mid-2000s, after all.) The protagonist himself isn’t super skilled in magic, despite having the ability to use it, and it’s...left kind of vague, but it seems like the magic itself takes over his body from time to time. But it’s not as helpful as that trope usually makes it. His alter ego is basically a big self-destruct button. It’s just an eruption of power that leaves the protagonist unconscious nearly every time. The typical result is that he wakes up a day later with his head in the gay rival’s lap and the two of them in a cell because, guess what, passing out on a battlefield isn’t super convenient. The alter ego is treated a bit like training wheels the protagonist needs to grow out of, and it’s extremely cathartic when the final conflict of the series is solved without the alter ego. Not because the protagonist can use strong enough magic that he doesn’t need to lose control to get the same result, but because the solution is not to use magic at all. To put his money where his mouth is and show himself as the pacifist leader he spends the whole show trying to be.

The protagonist is the reincarnation of someone who died in the war, a woman who overexerted herself trying to heal the injured. Unlike the alter ego, the protagonist’s connection to this woman is treated as a strength rather than a weakness. She, like the protagonist, wanted peace, but unlike the protagonist, she wasn’t the king and lacked the power to achieve that peace. Her gentle and kind heart shines through in the protagonist’s nature and actions, and those around him who knew her, and who know that he is her next life, can’t help but see how little she’s changed from one life to the next. All the features the protagonist inherited from her, that were treated as feminine, are his biggest strengths. This shounen anime is so far from toxic masculinity and it’s beautiful.

To be entirely transparent, this is an older anime, and as such, there are some problematic tropes that were common around that period. For instance, “Hahah an adult is creeping on a teenager, that’s funnie.”

I’m not the biggest fan of that, either, don’t worry. I acknowledge this as a flaw in the show. But if Master Roshi and Shigure could get away with it while DBZ and Fruits Basket are still beloved series, I’m willing to roll my eyes and overlook Gunter and Cheri as well.

And another thing I feel I should be transparent about is that the first half of the first season A) Is devoted to fleshing out the characters and the world, and B) Doesn’t have the best animation quality. What that means is that you’re going to have to sit through some wonky drawings and not a whole lot of plot for the first twenty episodes or so. But there’s a point--I won’t get into spoilers, but the shift is VERY obvious--where the plot really kicks into gear halfway through the first season. The animation quality starts to skyrocket at around the same time, and the entirety of the second season is absolutely BEAUTIFUL.

Also one of the supporting characters is this beautifully tragic character who is slow to trust the protagonist because he’s half-human and he’s never had a reason to believe in a leader before. It’s treated not as a thing that character needs to get over, but as a completely reasonable doubt, and the protagonist understands that. He actually gives that character quite a bit of power--basically the keys to a very powerful weapon--and tells him, more or less, that if they ever need that weapon, it’s up to him to decide if they get to use it. Like the equivalent of giving a post-WW2 Japanese refugee the full power to veto the use of hydrogen bombs, and I love that. ...This character, who is very serious and very cool, is also a drag queen. This removes nothing from how cool he is. He’s still an utterly sincere character, because this show is cool as fuck.

Last thing: What I’m advertising here is the first two seasons of the show. It’s something like 80 episodes. That was where the anime proper ended and should have stayed ended, imo. I know some people like the third season, but the first two seasons tell a complete and extremely satisfying story whereas I find the third season (as well as the OVAs) has the vibe of a straight-to-video sequel to a great movie that tried its hardest to further a great story but only managed to invalidate all the original movie’s strongest moments by making them suddenly mean nothing in the face of new information. If you want my advice, stop where the story was originally designed to end and only watch the first two seasons. (I’m also saving you from having to look at the bad CGI skeletons. You don’t want to look at the bad CGI skeletons.)

Those first two seasons, though? Go. Go watch them. Watch them right now. They’re so fucking good. You won’t regret it, I promise.

#kyo kara maoh #kyou kara maoh #kyou kara maou #there are so many spellings of this damn show #kyo kara maou #kkm #anime rec #it's gay go watch it #but also watch it for the reasons beyond it just being gay

[desperatepleasures]

Source: Temari Matsumoto x | x | x

#kyou kara maou #今日からマ王 #まるマ #kyou kara maoh #kkm #maruma

[ultimate-anime-tournament]

Ultimate Anime Tournament: Round 1, Matchup 102

#nodame cantabile #kyou kara maoh #mobile suit gundam iron blooded orphans #polls #round 1

[larkawolfgirl]

Lips Like Morphine (Yuuram)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri Characters: Wolfram von Bielefeld, Shibuya Yuuri Additional Tags: Kissing, First Kiss, Fluff, Public Display of Affection

Summary:  Yuuri can't stop kissing Wolfram.

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Chapter 1: The Kiss

Yuuri took Wolfram’s hand into his own. His fiance had been doing this more and more often lately. Wolfram sighed and smiled as he always did unless he was angry, they were in mixed company, or someone was in danger. None of these were the case, so he allowed his head to fall onto Yuuri’s shoulder.

“We should kiss,” Wolfram suggested.

The air was pleasantly cool and a light breeze blew the grass and flowers that were spread across the hill making them look like they were dancing with happiness. The sun was just beginning to set which painted the sky a romantic canvas. The two of them were alone on what Yuuri called “a date.” It was perfectly appropriate for him to say such a thing in this situation.

Still, Yuuri reacted in his typical Yuuri manner. Which of course, was a flustered outcry and body movement which disturbed the comfortable placement Wolfram had found for his head. “B-but, isn't that too fast?” Yuuri asked.

Wolfram let out an exaggerated groan. His fiance really was too much sometimes. They both clearly liked each other and they were already engaged for crying out loud. There was absolutely no reason not to kiss. “Holding hands is nice, but how long are you planning on sticking to this level?”

“L-level?” Yuuri asked, somehow sounding even more flustered. “There are levels?”

Wolfram gave him a judgemental look. “Of course there are,” he huffed. “There’s hand holding, hugging, kissing, touching, int–”

Yuuri cut his sentence off by pressing his hands firmly against his mouth. Wolfram glared and sent a pinch of fire maryoku into his lips in retaliation. It was nothing that would be harmful, but Yuuri still dropped his hands with a yelp, which was the intended outcome.

“Stop acting like such a wimp,” Wolfram demanded.

After blowing on his hands a few times, Yuuri gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I’m just new to this, is all.”

Wolfram shrugged and looked back at the field below the hill, non-verbally communicating that he would accept Yuuri’s decision for now. “Yeah, well, it isn’t like I’m going to grade you or anything. I’m just sick of this turtle pace.”

Yuuri sighed. “Okay.”

Blinking, Wolfram turned back toward him. “Okay? You mean you’re okay with it?”

Yuuri ducked his head and scratched his cheek. “I guess…”

Wolfram sighed. It seemed his wimp of a fiance was still acting incapable and wanting him to make the first move for them. Fine. Whatever. If Yuuri was going to be a willing wimp, he’d take that over a spineless wimp.

Still, he wanted to make sure Yuuri wasn’t just talking big and going to freak out on him immediately after. He put his hands on his shoulders. Staring intently into his dark eyes, he felt the usual tingle go through him. There was just something about Yuuri, especially his gaze that always got to him. Perhaps it was the Maoh’s energy staring back at him. It was captivating and a little intimidating. But unlike Yuuri, Wolfram wasn’t a coward. He stared back, for a moment longer, taking time to lick his lips. “Tell me now if you changed your mind.”

Yuuri swallowed but said nothing.

That was all the consent he needed. He pushed forward, locking his lips over Yuuri’s own. It was an instant jolt, finally being that close physically. He had wanted this for so long. It was hard to pull himself away, but he did so only a second later so that he could gauge Yuuri’s reaction. The king looked pleasantly dazed.

"Was that satisfactory?" His expression said that it was, but Wolfram couldn't help the knot of worry. What if Yuuri had been right all along about not liking men?

It took a few seconds for Yuuri to react. "Was it?" he asked back as if he was unsure of the question. "Y–yeah, Wolf, that was…that was…" He seemed lost for words which Wolfram decided to take as a positive sign.

"Am I correct in thinking you'd be okay doing it again?" Longer this time.

Yuuri's brow was knitted slightly. He really seemed confused by these questions, but Wolfram wasn't a mind reader.

"Yeah. Can we?" Yuuri asked with giddy energy.

Wolfram sighed out the knot of tension and nodded. He readied himself to lean back in, but Yuuri beat him to it. The force almost made him fall backward, but he gripped Yuuri's arms to keep himself upright.

Yuuri didn't kiss how he expected him to. Don't get him wrong, there was still a nervous shyness to his actions, but Yuuri kissed with an excited eagerness.

If Wolfram had to compare it to something it would be the first time he had seen fire. The beauty had been more enthralling than anything he could have imagined. All he wanted was to touch that beauty, but he could feel the heat from a distance and heard numerous times that heat was dangerous. On impulse, he had still reached out closer than he should have before his mother had tugged him back.

Is that how Yuuri saw him? Beautiful yet dangerous?

His grip on his arms tightened when they pulled apart for air. As if he could ever bring himself to actually harm him.

Yuuri started leaning in again, but stilled at Wolfram's words.

"I won't set you on fire."

Yuuri's flushed and he looked away. "I know…"

Was he taking it like that?

Wolfram shoved at his shoulder. "Clean out that head of yours."

Yuuri shrieked. "I couldn't help it. You were the first one to bring it up, you know? Back then and now."

Wolfram could feel heat in his own cheeks at the memory of sneaking into his fiance's bed specifically to seduce him. "Don't just bring that up! That was different!"

"Oh, really?" Yuuri pressed. "How so?"

"I didn't know you as well then. You kept pushing me away, so I thought maybe that would get you to like me."

"It didn't," Yuuri said in an infuriatingly blunt tone.

Wolfram turned his own face away, not wanting Yuuri to see the bitterness on it. "I know that already," he all but spat.

Fingers traced over his. "I already liked you. Not like that , but also not not like that." By the end of the confession his voice was so low it was almost indecipherable. "But," he continued louder, "you're saying you only do that to get people to like you instead of because someone does like you?"

"Don't put words in my mouth," Wolfram said with an unconvincing amount of annoyance. "I just know now that I don't have to do that for you to like me."

"Does that mean you won't?" Yuuri's voice rose an octave once he realized how that sounded. "In the future, I mean!"

Wolfram laughed. Apparently, he never had anything to worry about. "I'll think about it."

"Wolf!" Yuuri whined into his face. "I'll kiss you again. I'll keep kissing you again until you decide."

'oh, really? I'd like to see you try."

Yuuri did kiss him again. And again. And Wolfram did decide. Actually, he had already decided a long time ago, but Yuuri didn't need to know that.

Chapter 2: The Kisses

Yuuri continued kissing him. The next day, and the next. He kissed him so much, it went from cute, reassuring, and romantic to annoying, embarrassing, and problematic. Wolfram's main complaint was that Yuuri seemed entirely unaware of the correct time and place for such matters. Kisses were private, intimate things that should be shared in solitary moments, or at least short and sweet around select family and friends. But no. With Yuuri, kissing had turned into a free-for-all. They were now performing "the live kissing show." Wolfram should begin charging admission and make the most of his lost dignity.

It wouldn't be as horrible if Yuuri at least left it at one kiss, but no. The Maoh had turned into a kissing fiend. If Wolfram had known this would happen when he pushed Yuuri to finally kiss him, he would have left well enough alone.

Who all had seen them kiss by now? It was probably easier to list off the people he knew by name who had not seen them kiss.

Conrad was the first. Followed by the maids. Then Gwendal, and his mother. All of that was at least tolerable, but then came the ball when Yuuri insisted on kissing him in front of every guest. Then he pulled him in through the door to his council meeting, intentionally kissing him in front of all the aristocrats.

Wolfram could have literally died from the mortification.

He could have killed Yuuri for it too, if he didn't always give him that huge grin afterward. He wished he could push him away, but once his lips were on him, he was a lost cause. All that practice had made Yuuri a good kisser.

Which made their kisses in private even more problematic. The king would practically drown him in kisses in the morning. When he was still half-asleep and sensitive. It was far too tempting to take things further.

But if anything, Yuuri had proved to him that he had no self-control.

"No," Wolfram said for the fifth time just this evening.

"But, Wolf," Yuuri whined, giving him that puppy dog look that he knew was nearly impossible to resist. "I know you want to, too. You said before there was no reason not to kiss, so what reason is there not to do more?"

"Because," Wolfram said in a hard tone, "if I give you a crumb you'll eat the whole cake."

Confusion showed on his face.

Wolfram sighed. "If we do more, you'll do more in public. I'm already too embarrassed to even face my men right now. I'll be the laughingstock of the kingdom."

Yuuri held onto both of his hands on top of the bed. "Why would anyone laugh at you?"

"Because they think I take after Mother. They all think I ensnared you with my looks and beauty."

Yuuri's face grew incredibly angry and there was a dangerous sizzle in the air.

If Wolfram wasn't careful, the Maoh would surface, and who knew what he would do.

"Don't beat anyone up. I can live with it," he said. "But I swear I will never touch you again if you do anything more than kissing in front of the nobles."

Yuuri's appearance seemed safe again. "Just the nobles?"

"Anyone, wimp. I have a reputation to withhold."

Yuuri leaned his forehead against his. "Okay, I get it. Sorry. I just…really like kissing you."

"I really like kissing you, too," Wolfram whispered.

Yuuri took in a breath. "What do I have to do to get you to trust me enough to go further?"

Wolfram smirked. "No more kissing for a week. Do that, and I'm all yours."

To no one's surprise, a week without kissing was too much for Yuuri. Luckily for him, Wolfram was forgiving and a sucker for his wimp of a fiance.

#kkm #kyou kara maoh #yuuram #yuuri x wolfram #yuuri shibuya #wolfram von bielefeld #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[yo-shimi-ya]

#Kkm #Wolfram #my art #Will i finish it? #Who knows #Kyou kara maoh #maruma

[fightxer]

art dumb of all the Yuuram i have been doing for the past few weeks.... I just can't stop DRAWING them i'm so scared how this anime/manga end...

#yuuram #yuuri shibuya #wolfram von bielefeld #kkm #kyou kara maou #kyou kara maoh!

[kaiiscottage]

꒰when the adopted daughter raised by queer parents grows old <3꒱ྀི

#this is my way of coping with no longer having buddy daddies fridays #I’m so relieved they let them have a happy ending :”] #Knowing they’re finally a real family and getting a timeskip to how they look 10 years later is all I ever wanted wanted for the finale😭💕 #best anime of winter season fr I almost died several times watching it #Also I know Vivio is technically still 10 in the pic but I really wanted to included at least one sapphic family~ #these types of families have had a hold on me since last year help #Kyo Kara Maoh #YuuRam #Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha #NanoFate #Buddy Daddies #KazuRei #Greta Shibuya #Vivio Takamachi #Miri Unasaka #kyou kara maou #mlm ship #wlw ship #kaiicore

[restlessthio]

KKM is one of my fave series ever! Here's some designs of Yuuri and Wolf uwu (and morgif)

#kyou kara maou #kyo kara maoh #kkm #yuuri shibuya #wolfram von bielefeld #merch idea

[littlechinesedoll]

jesus christ wolfram tone it down a little

#yuuram #kyou kara maou #shibuya yuuri #harajuku furi #wolfram von bielefeld #kyou kara maoh #kyo kara maoh

[sebaren]

#not me finally posting a shitty out of character meme I made 2 years ago so I won’t lose it #with incredibly high quality screenshots from an incredibly official streaming service I might add #what else would I use this account for #certainly nothing intelligent #kkm #kyo kara maoh #kyou kara maou #gwendal von voltaire #shibuya yuuri #Greta #anissina von karbelnikoff

[kusakichan15]

Lord Gwendal von Voltaire 💚🐾

#Kusa Art 0-0)/ #PLEASE TELL ME OR SEND AN ASK IF YALL KNOW THIS ANIME!! I BEG THEE!!! #this anime defined my teenage years #and also my taste in anime and raised my standards for isekais #Anime Drop #kyou kara maou #kyo kara maoh #maruma #gwendal #gwendal von voltaire

[desperatepleasures]

haven't seen anyone do this meme for kkm so here u go (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

#kyou kara maou #kyou kara maoh #今日からマ王 #まるマ #dothart #no id #underrated ship of all time!!!!!

[larkawolfgirl]

Into the Future

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri

Summary:  Yuuri uses a magical nightcap to see his future. He wasn't prepared for the revelation that glimpse into the future gave him.

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Another night, another ball. The ballroom of Blood Pledge Castle was decorated with the nicest fineries that Yuuri would allow. The young king wasn’t fond of these grand events. They were too showy and a waste of taxpayer’s money, in his opinion. Still, there was tradition which must be upheld, or so Gunter constantly prattled on about. Yuuri was pretty sure Wolfram wouldn’t be too happy about terminating all future balls either. That said, Wolfram didn’t appear to be enjoying that night's.

The blond was dressed in elegant attire and had stood directly by his side at every opportunity. Normally, Wolfram would animatedly converse with the dignitaries, but tonight, he remained silent for the most part. He reminded Yuuri somewhat of a guard dog, silently assessing the room for any dangers. The only times he parted from Yuuri’s side was when the king agreed to dance with the many ladies who approached him throughout the evening. Even then, the blond’s eyes remained keenly on him.

Splitting his focus, Yuuri kept his eyes on the mazoku as he twirled a young brunette girl around. She looked close to his own age, which Yuuri assumed meant she was in her late eighties. The idea still made his head spin. She was pretty and seemed nice enough, but he was more interested in what was going on inside his friend’s head.

Wolfram’s eyes narrowed at the pair as they spun around. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. Yuuri knew that look far too well. As the music faded out, he let out an exasperated sigh at the conflict he knew was coming.

The girl looked at him inquisitively. “Is something wrong, Your Highness?”

Yuuri shook his head. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about it. Thank you for the dance.” His fingers fidgeted over the material of his regal suit pants.

The girl grinned and curtsied politely. “The pleasure was mine.”

Yuuri gave her a warm smile before bidding her farewell. He headed back to Wolfram, but his steps were slow. He wasn’t in a rush to get yelled at.

“Wolf,” he greeted his friend with a smile, attempting to smooth over Wolfram’s poor mood. “I hope you’re having fun.”

Wolfram scoffed, his tone sharp and laced with bitterness. “Having fun? How could I possibly have fun watching you dance with all these women?”

Yuuri's smile faltered. He had expected this, but the venom in Wolfram's words was stronger than he had expected. “All I did was dance.” His voice came out strained, attempting to diffuse the situation.

Wolfram's face contorted with frustration, his voice growing louder, echoing through the ballroom. "Just dance? Do you have any idea how it feels to stand here and see the person I love, the person I'm engaged to, wrapped in the arms of someone else?"

The surrounding guests turned their attention to the scene unfolding and began whispering among themselves.

Yuuri glanced at the guests fretfully. Gesturing outside, he asked, “Can we maybe take this outside?” His hand touched Wolfram’s arm, but Wolfram shook his arm out of his grasp.

“No! I’m sick of you downplaying my very real feelings.” He was still angry, but beneath the anger was evident sadness. Yuuri could tell by the sunken look in his eyes and the slight puff in his cheeks. “How am I supposed to trust you not to cheat on me as soon as there aren’t prying eyes around?”

Was that the real reason Wolfram kept so close to him? He was afraid of what he might get up to when he wasn’t around.

Out of habit, Yuuri defended himself the same way he had a million times. “I am not a cheater. It wouldn’t even be cheating anyway.” At his words, Wolfram’s gaze flickered with hurt animosity. Realizing he had made a mistake, Yuuri softened his expression and took a step closer to Wolfram. Sincerely, he said, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't realize how much it would affect you."

He had only ever been trying to be polite. What was he supposed to do? He was supposed to be the kind demon king, after all.

Wolfram's fists clenched at his sides, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and pain. "You never seem to realize, do you? I've given you my heart, my loyalty, and yet it feels like I'm just a bystander in your life."

The onlookers grew silent, the tension in the air palpable. Wolfram's outburst echoed through the ballroom, capturing the attention of everyone present.

Yuuri reached a trembling hand to Wolfram's arm again, desperate to bridge the growing divide between them. Luckily, he didn’t move away from the touch this time. "Wolfram, of course, you are more than a bystander to me. I know I haven't always shown it, but you mean so much to me. You are my best friend.”

“Friend…” Wolfram took several breaths, his eyes searching Yuuri’s face for sincerity. When he spoke again, it was quiet and somber. “Is that all I’ll ever be to you?”

Yuuri took a step back. That was the best thing he could offer up in his book. But he knew what Wolfram wanted. “I…Is that really so bad?” He scratched his arm. “Isn’t it good enough that I want you to stay by my side?”

Wolfram’s shoulders sagged. "Promise me that I won't have to feel this way again," Wolfram pleaded.

The vulnerability on his face shook Yuuri, and he found himself nodding. It had never ever been his intention to hurt him. "I promise that I will do my best."

With a groan, Wolfram pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know you mean well, Yuuri, but that’s the problem. I can only deal with so much of you trying. I need some sort of action, or else this is never going to work.”

Yuuri’s face must have shown his fear, because Wolfram dropped his hand and continued in a softer tone, “I know that we want different things. I’m not trying to force you into anything, but I need you to give me something, Yuuri. I need you to give me something , or I don’t think I can keep doing this. Can’t you at least give me peace of mind? Relief that I won’t have to go through this every month?”

Yuuri frowned. He didn’t want to lose Wolfram from his life. “But what else am I supposed to do?”

“Tell them no,” Wolfram answered immediately with agitation.

“But it isn’t right for me to be rude to our guests.”

Wolfram scowled. “I don’t care what nonsense Gunter says, it’s only right that you refuse to dance with anyone besides your fiance.”

“But I’ve danced with Conrad plenty of times. And Greta.”

“That’s different. They are family. Besides, I trust them.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Yuuri spoke with determination. “Okay. I won’t do this again.”

The blond’s entire body relaxed. He stepped forward with open arms. It was an invitation and Yuuri welcomed it, hugging his friend back. Many guests were still watching them, some were even oo’ing as if they were the sweetest thing they had seen all week, but for once Yuuri didn’t care. He felt safe in Wolfram’s arms, and he hoped that Wolfram felt safe as well. He didn’t want to hurt him any more than he already had.

Gunter rose as Yuuri entered his office the next morning. "Ah! Good morning, Your Majesty! You look as radiant as always. I have prepared a riveting lecture over the Great Water Flood of 1504."

The tutor's face was gleeful, but Yuuri felt a twinge of guilt as he asked him to change his plans. "Actually, Gunter... I was hoping we could explore the treasury room today."

As expected, Gunter's expression fell. "The treasury, sire? Why ever for?"

"Well, as the king, I should know what we have stored in there. I only know about a handful of items, so I was hoping you could give me a lecture on each item's uses and backstories."

Gunter clasped his hands, his face lighting up once again. "That is a marvelous idea, Your Majesty! Of course, you would think of such a marvelous thing!"

Gunter led the way to the treasury room. Dust particles danced in the sunlight that streamed through the narrow windows, adding an air of mystery to the room. Morgif wailed in greeting from where he was held up against the side wall.

Yuuri raised a hand to the sword. “Hey, Morgif. Have you been having fun without me?”

The sword wailed louder. Yuuri gave a cringing smile in return, unsure whether the sword was exclaiming in agreement or chastising him for leaving him alone in here. He had a strong feeling it was the latter. “How about we go play together later, okay?”

Morgif huffed and let out a long ooo sound.

“Sounds like a plan.”

"Your Majesty, over here" Gunter announced, gesturing toward a display case in the corner of the room. "This is where we keep some of our most extraordinary and enchanting items."

Yuuri's eyes widened with anticipation as he approached the display case. His gaze was immediately drawn to a shining object at the center. It was a majestic headpiece adorned with intricate designs and sparkling gems.

"What's that?" Yuuri asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Gunter beamed. "This is the Foresees Night Cap. It is said to possess the ability to reveal glimpses of the future to the wearer within their dreams."

Yuuri leaned in closer, his eyes fixated on the nightcap. Its craftsmanship was impeccable, and the jewels shimmered as if holding secrets within their depths. "It's fascinating," Yuuri murmured, his fingers itching to touch the artifact.

Gunter smiled, pleased that Yuuri was taking an interest in his lecture for once. "Quite so. All you have to do is wear it on your head when you go to bed. Not only can you see the future, but you can live it as well."

"Can I try it?"

Gunter hesitated for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Of course, Your Majesty. It is crucial, though, that you never take the nightcap off while in the future, or else you risk becoming stuck in that time. Remember, you may not be pleased by what you see. The future is ever-changing. What the nightcap shows will only be one of several possibilities: the one that you are most aligned with at this current point in time. However, any change in your current actions or line of thinking may alter the future in enormous ways.”

That made sense. Lots of time travel stories Yuuri had watched and read used this as a plot point. In that case, it almost seemed pointless. Any future he saw might not come about because of him seeing it. Yet, if his future was horrible, then he could gain the knowledge to change it. Despite the uncertainty, he felt an inexplicable pull toward the nightcap, an eagerness to glimpse the path that lay ahead. As the king of a kingdom, it seemed important to check in on the future to make sure he wasn’t leading them toward doom or anything.

Really, though, he was just curious.

Carefully, Yuuri reached out and lifted the nightcap from its display case. He marveled at its weightlessness, its texture smooth against his fingertips. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he placed the nightcap on his head.

He waited for something magical to happen, but his expectations were left by the wayside. He could barely even feel the nightcap in place it was so weightless. No sparks flew and no visions played over his eyes.

Gunter chuckled. “As I said, Your Majesty, you must sleep with it. Now,” the tutor gestured back to the display case, “might I show you some of our other artifacts?”

That evening, Yuuri entered his bedchamber with the nightcap still securely on his head. He moved with a sense of purpose, preparing for bed as quickly as possible in anticipation of what the nightcap might reveal to him. As he began to change into his sleepwear, he was interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening.

Back from his evening bath, Wolfram paused in the doorway as he set his eyes on Yuuri’s new headpiece.

“What are you wearing?” His voice was a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

A small smile tugged at Yuuri’s lips. "A nightcap," he answered simply.

Wolfram's eyebrows furrowed, clearly perplexed by Yuuri's choice of attire. "Why?"

"To keep my ears warm," Yuuri responded nonchalantly as he finished dressing as if it were the most obvious explanation in the world.

Wolfram plopped down in an armchair and crossed his arms, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "It's summer, Yuuri."

Yuuri shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "So? I have low body temperature."

Wolfram rolled his eyes. "Sure you do."

Yuuri chuckled, slipping into bed and adjusting the nightcap slightly. He patted the empty space next to him, inviting Wolfram to join him. "Come on. You can tease me all you want in the morning, but for now, let's get some rest."

With a mixture of exasperation and fondness, Wolfram relented and climbed into bed, casting a lingering gaze at the nightcap.

Just as the night before, the blond kept a reasonable distance between them. Perhaps he was still upset by what had happened at the ball, or perhaps he thought that this would give Yuuri less reason to “cheat” on him. Either way, Yuuri was acutely aware of the change. He enjoyed his personal space, but he didn’t like knowing that Wolfram was still troubled and having no idea what to do about it. Maybe the nightcap could help him figure something out.

Yuuri closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation in his head. Warmth radiated his senses through the darkness of his closed eyelids. I know you show the future, but can you help me sort things out with Wolfram? he pleaded to the nightcap. A gentle lullaby began to whisper within his mind quickly sending him into sleep.

Yuuri's eyes fluttered open. His bedchamber was strangely unfamiliar. The bedsheets were a different color and decorations he had never seen before adorned the walls. Looking up, he could see a large hand-painted canvas hanging above the bed frame.

Wolfram must have painted it, he realized.

It was a snapshot of their family, the three of them standing together in vibrant, alive colors. Yuuri wasn’t an art critic, but he could tell that a lot of warmth and love went into its creation. In the painting, Yuuri had his arms wrapped around a smiling Wolfram. Their happiness was palpable and it made something stir inside Yuuri’s chest.

He wanted them to be that happy.

Movement against his chest disturbed his train of thought. Wolfram–always beautiful–looked ten times so as he held himself up with a single arm. His chest hovered over Yuuri’s own, the neckline of his baby blue nightgown sagging to leave the view of his front exposed. His legs shifted against Yuuri as he made himself more comfortable.

Wolfram’s beautiful face wrinkled. “Why are you wearing that ridiculous thing on your head? You look stupid.”

Wolfram made a swipe at the nightcap, but Yuuri ducked his head down and out of reach. Yuuri's brows furrowed, feeling a mix of offense and embarrassment. His head felt like it was spinning. Hadn’t Wolfram asked him the same thing just the night before? That really meant he must be in the future.

"Hey, it's not ridiculous!" Yuuri exclaimed. "And it's... important," he stuttered, struggling to hide the truth without outright lying.

Wolfram chuckled, the sound comforting yet teasing. He leaned in closer, locking their eyes together. "No reason to get so worked up over it, wimp. I still love you, no matter how silly you look."

Yuuri's heart fluttered at the mention of their love, but he couldn't shake the overwhelming confusion that consumed him. He wasn’t in love with Wolfram. So, why was this future making him so excited? Why was this the future he was seeing anyway?

Wolfram laughed at whatever expression he was making. Before Yuuri knew what was happening, Wolfram swooped in and stole a kiss. Yuuri remained stock still until the blond broke away, when he traced his finger over his trembling lips.

Wolfram just stole his first kiss!  

“Such a wimp so early in the morning. It’s all that thinking and worrying. You don’t have any meetings or anything today, so just cuddle your husband and try to get some more sleep.” Saying this, the blond settled down fully flush against him.

Yuuri’s heart pounded in his chest and his hands flexed as he fought back the insane urge to cuddle him back. “We’re married?” he asked in a trembling voice.

Wolfram lifted his head, raising an eyebrow at the question. His expression was a mix of amusement and concern. “Yuuri…We’re been married for a while now. Are you not feeling well?”

“No!” he cried immediately. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Your acting strangely. Forgetting we’re married and not even touching me since you woke up. Normally, you’d be pushing me into the bed by now.” Wolfram broke out into laughter.

Yuuri's eyes widened as his mind frantically raced. No, no, no, no! He was not about to start thinking about them having…doing…."I…It’s too early for that!" he cried out embarrassedly.

Wolfram's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he studied Yuuri. "Oh? Having dirty thoughts are we? I just meant you’d hold me down in a cuddle, but if that’s what you want to do, I’m not about to complain."

Yuuri felt ready to combust on the spot. "No! I... I mean... I don't know what I mean. I just... ugh..."

Wolfram's expression softened, and he pulled Yuuri into a gentle embrace. "Jeez, I’m just kidding. Your memory really is a bit off today, isn’t it? You should probably go see Gisela later.”

Yuuri’s breathing eased and he relaxed back into the mattress. Wolfram’s weight on him was surprisingly pleasant and grounding.

This was his future–their future. He had never thought they would ever actually get married, but looking at that painting and the beautiful peace painted over the real Wolfram’s face, he wondered how he had ever imagined any other future.

He still didn’t feel prepared. Definitely not for pushing anyone into the bed , but maybe he could get there.

Faintly, he could hear that lullaby again.

Yuuri's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest as he found himself back in his own bedroom, surrounded by familiar sights and sounds. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his breath came in short gasps as he tried to comprehend what he had just experienced. It had to have been just a dream, right? But it felt so real.

And as he caught his breath and removed the nightcap from its perch on his head, he realized it didn’t matter. Whether that was the future or not, it was the future he wanted.

He wanted Wolfram to finally be happy. Not the sort of happy where he had to hold himself back or the sort of happiness where he had to give something up. The sort of happiness where he could just exist without worrying that Yuuri was going to up and leave him or throw him aside for someone else. And Yuuri wanted to bask in that happiness.

Yuuri was happy. Thinking back, he had a lot of happiness in his life. But the happiness that he saw in that painting was unique and foreign. He wanted to curl up in the safe haven that the future Wolfram showed him. The weight of his body on his was comforting in a way Yuuri couldn’t comprehend.

When he had first come to Shin Makoku, he had been terrified by the prospect of holding the lives and well-being of so many people in his hands. Honestly, it was still a bit terrifying. But the thought of holding Wolfram’s and Greta’s that way was different. He wanted to keep them both safe and have them keep him safe in return.

He longed for that future with Wolfram, but did he long for Wolfram himself? Yuuri had always assumed that he was straight, and so far, he had gotten by without any issues.

Well, except for the fiance that had landed on his lap. Sure, Wolfram was pretty, but everyone knew that. And sure, Yuuri’s eyes were always drawn to his exposed skin, but that wasn’t abnormal, was it? Exposed skin was exposed skin.

It wasn’t as if he had been tempted to do anything when future Wolfram suggested sex.

Yuuri’s traitorous fingers flexed at the memory of wanting to hold him. Then, his lips tingled at the memory of their kiss.

Damn it.

He sucked in a breath as uncertainty washed over him. He didn’t have enough to go off of, but he also wouldn’t dare get Wolfram’s hopes up for nothing. It was a positive sign that future him had managed to “stand” to the task, but what if it had only been a dream?

Were there magics that could help with that? Maybe he really should go see Gisela, even if the question itself was enough to make him explode in embarrassment.

At least Wolfram was still asleep beside him and didn’t hear the flustered cry he let out.

Footsteps echoed softly in the hallway of the castle as Yuuri made his way toward Gisela's office, questions and uncertainties swirling in his mind the entire way.

When he finally arrived at Gisela's door, Yuuri took a deep breath to steady himself before knocking gently.

The door swung open, revealing the gentle smile of the healer. "Your Majesty! What brings you here today?" Gisela's kind eyes reflected genuine interest and concern.

Yuuri's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "Gisela, I... I need your help. I don’t know what to do about my feelings for Wolfram."

Kind as she usually was, Gisela ushered him inside, inviting him to take a seat. "Of course. I'm here to listen and offer guidance. Please, share what's been weighing on your heart."

Yuuri leaned forward, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. "I always thought I was straight, but Wolfram... he's been there for me, supporting me and caring for me. I decided I do want to marry him and make him happy, but…I don’t know if I can."

Gisela nodded in understanding, her gentle presence providing a sense of reassurance. "Feelings can be complex, Your Majesty. They don't always fit neatly into predefined categories. What's important is being true to yourself and exploring your emotions with an open heart."

Yuuri sighed, relieved that his feelings weren’t as strange as they seemed to him. That still didn’t give him any action, though. "But how do I know if I can be attracted to Wolfram? How can I sort through these feelings?"

Gisela's gaze was compassionate. "Self-discovery takes time, Yuuri. It's about exploring your emotions and being honest with yourself. One way to start is by reflecting on how you feel when you imagine a future with Wolfram. Do you feel a sense of joy and warmth? Can you envision a life filled with love and happiness by his side?"

Images of Wolfram's smile, his unwavering loyalty, and moments shared flooded his mind and filled him with renewed longing. "Yes. That’s not the problem. I…don’t know if I can…ugh…have sex with him.

“Oh!” Gisela straightened her spine, doing her best to hide her surprise. “Well, that’s a bit easier to figure out.”

“But I’ve never…I…” Yuuri didn’t want to finish that train of thought, and by Gisela’s expression, he didn’t need to either.

“That’s okay. So, you haven’t even looked at another man that way before?”

Yuuri shook his head. “No way.” Sure, he had admired the physical structure of certain baseball players in the past and felt compelled by a smile or two, but that wasn’t sexual.

Gisela pursed her lips. “Then, what about Wolfram specifically? You two share a bed at night. Have your thoughts ever wandered?”

“Uh…” They definitely had. Nowhere near the point she was probably alluding to, but that was because Yuuri had thoroughly cut them off each time. Wondering what it might feel like to touch over the smooth skin of Wolfram’s shoulder or thigh. And maybe, just maybe, once or twice wondering what it would feel like to kiss his lips.

But that still didn’t mean that he could go through with…all of it.

The healer’s expression contracted. “I can’t help you if you close yourself up.”

“Arg, fine! Yes! But very mild. Pure vanilla.”

She held a hand up, giggling at his phrasing. “Alright, I think I understand. As long as you have had thoughts, then I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“Yeah, but…” Yuuri wrung his hands. “I couldn’t bare it if I disappointed Wolfram in the end.”

Gisela sighed. Smiling softly, she placed her hand over his own. “Lord Bielefeld cares for you deeply. I don’t think he is so shallow as to abandon you over something like that. He’s stuck with you so far, has he not?”

The tension in Yuuri’s shoulders eased. “You think so? You can’t just give me some sort of magic Viagra.”

“I don’t know what Viagra is, but I don’t think so. Just take small steps. Communicate openly with him, and allow yourself to be vulnerable. I’m sure you can figure things out together.”

As he left Gisela’s office, he felt a mixture of determination and nervousness swirling within him. He was going to have to discuss things with Wolfram. He knew that Wolfram would be disappointed if he really couldn’t reciprocate his feelings, but he was no longer worried that he would abandon him over it. Still, the prospect of telling him his uncertainty and then truly failing to deliver on the future that he saw felt mortifying.

Nerves still ran through his body when he turned to Wolfram after dinner. “Can we talk in private?” he asked in a shaky voice.

Wolfram eyed him suspiciously but nodded. As if they were on the same wavelength, Wolfram began walking toward their shared bedchamber.

The more privacy for this the better.

Once they entered the private chamber and sat down on the settee Yuuri took a deep breath to gather his courage. “Wolf, I need to tell you something important. You asked me before why I wore that nightcap. It let me see into the future... And in that future, we were married."

Wolfram's eyes widened, a mixture of hope and disbelief washing over his features. "Married? You mean... you actually saw us together?"

Yuuri nodded, his voice filled with a mix of conviction and vulnerability. "Yeah, I saw a life where we were happy, where our love for each other was undeniable. It made me realize how much I really do want to build a future with you."

A flicker of joy danced in Wolfram's eyes, but he sensed a hesitation in Yuuri's words. "There's something else, isn't there?"

Yuuri swallowed hard, his gaze falling to the ground before meeting Wolfram's again. "I'm...not sure if I'm sexually attracted to you or not. I don't want to hurt you."

Wolfram's expression softened, his hand reaching out to gently touch Yuuri's cheek. “Wimp, how can you know until you try?”

“I…uh…” Yuuri stamered.

Wolfram chuckled. “It’s okay, Yuuri. I’m just glad you’re being honest with me. I will keep on loving you no matter what. Besides, physical attraction is only one facet of love, and we can explore that together, at our own pace."

Yuuri's heart swelled at Wolfram's understanding and acceptance. He felt the weight of his worries start to lift. "You're right. Love is more than just physical attraction. It's about the deep bond that has grown between us. I want to be able to explore that connection without rushing or putting pressure on ourselves."

Wolfram's smile was radiant, his voice filled with tenderness. "Yuuri, I'm willing to wait and support you in any way I can. We don’t have to do anything right away unless you want it. All I’ve ever really wanted was to remain by your side and to be wanted."

Yuuri's fears began to melt away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and determination. He took Wolfram's hand in his own, intertwining their fingers. "I’ve always wanted you, Wolf. I just didn’t realize how much. Thanks, I really appreciate how patient you are with me."

“You only appreciate it?” Wolfram teased.

Yuuri laughed, words tumbling out easier than he ever thought they would. “I love it.”

“It or me?”

“You,” he said leaning in. “You of course.”

To both of their surprise, he kissed his willing fiance. It was tender and tentative, but it was so much better than his first. Curiosity and desire stirred him to actually move his lips this time. The lips were the same, yet this kiss felt like uncharted territory. Warmth spread through Yuuri’s body, heating the most strongly within his chest. Wolfram's lips were soft and yielding, responding to Yuuri's touch with a mixture of surprise and delight. His arms wrapped around Yuuri, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss.

In that single moment, all doubts and uncertainties faded away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of rightness.

When they finally pulled apart, a soft gasp escaping their lips, Yuuri found himself staring into Wolfram's eyes. At that moment, Yuuri knew that he would make this work, one way or another. With the taste of Wolfram's lips on his own, he found the courage to step forward.

The future wasn't set in stone, but Yuuri was assured that if he stumbled, Wolfram would be right there to pick him up.

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