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I’ve never been good at letting go

Of things, of people, of feelings.

And I think that’s what sucks the most

How much feeling I have for you

Or rather, how much feeling I can’t seem to let go of.

I want to dig my claws into you deeper

Like an old sweater I snatch back last minute before sending out to donation.

I can’t live like this but the idea of moving on from you,

Of shutting the door on you,

permanently

Makes me nauseous.

Like I’m clinging on for life to a violently sinking ship

And as I feel it and my heart sinking to the bottom of the ocean

Still, the only air I seem to want to breathe is yours

#you #you fucking bastard #love #situationships #obsession #letting go #moving on #growth #personal #me #my writing #poetry #kinda #my poetry #do you think it was all in my head #and during pride month too like damn

“Are you serious?”

Her voice startled him, and for a second his blood ran cold. He turned, expected an angry expression, or at least a disgusted one. But instead her face was curious, if still a tad disapproving.

“Don’t tell.”

It was all he could manage to say, even though he hated himself for being such a wimp after being caught doing something admittedly terrible. He could only imagine how he would feel if Robin had been the one to find him. Ugh, just thinking about it could make him shiver...

“I won’t,” there was something in the lilt of her voice that let him know there was a follow up.

She came to sit down next to him, feet swinging over the ledge of Titans tower roof, eyeing the white roll of paper and tobacco between his fingers.

“But, why?”

He shrugged, “‘Cuz why not?”

“Those things will kill you, you know.”

The taste of irony is so heavy it makes her bite down on her tongue, because she thinks that out of all the things they’ve experienced, this was probably one of the most normal. Secretly smoking on the rooftop? It was probably the most teenaged thing she’d ever seen him do and it felt, ...nice. It felt nice to feel a shred of anything that wasn’t their day to day heroics. She loved being a hero, of course. Loved saving people. It gave her life purpose. But it came with a high price, and part of that was the expense of their innocence, and the freedom to just be.

His laugh filled the air around them, “Not fast enough.” He raised it to his lips, took a long drag and Raven watched it gently drift off in the light breeze and wisp away until it was no longer.

“I can blow O’s wanna see?”

She smirked, the urge to tease him to strong, “Sure, I’d love to watch you struggle!”

He grinned, “Wanna bet? I’ll prove you wrong right now.”

“I’ll take those odds.”

“What’s you’re wager, Ma’m.”

“If you choke doing your little fancy trick, then you have to agree to quit smoking.”

He looked at her consideringly, “Okay. But if I can do it, then you have to smoke with me!”

Her smile dropped, “No way, that’s not an option.”

“Aw, backing out so soon? But you were so sure of yourself.” He pouts and crosses his arms, mimicking her.

He knows this sets her off, and it works instantly, he sees a fire in those usually dreary eyes and soon she is huffing her agreements and they are shaking hands.

He proceeds to make a dramatic spectacle out of inhaling, dragging it out for as long as he can. Raven is then forced to watch as he pursues his lips, pops his jaw slightly, and creates perfect rings floating up toward the stars above them.

“Damn.” Is all she says, but not looking particularly upset about it.

“You better hold up your end on the deal, Rae.”

“I mean I could always tell Robin...”

“No! No, God no. Never mind, you win.”

“I always do.” She held out her hand, stretching her fingers toward it, “But I think I’ll join you anyways.”

He brightens, and Raven can feel the spark of energy inside him.

He hands it to her, slipping it into her fingers gently. He lingers and Raven knows he’s doing it on purpose and he doesn’t care.

She’s smoked once before, just in ceremony, but this was very different. She coughs almost immediately, handing it back to him while he hands her the water bottle on his other side. Even the taste wasn’t familiar. She gulped down water before turning to him, “What is that?”

“It’s a spliff.” His head tilting, “You didn’t know?”

“What’s a spliff?”

He looked like he was trying not to laugh, the lip over his fang twitching. “Oh god, Rae. I should have told you. I’m sorry, I guess I just assumed you knew!”

“Beastboy, what did you just poison me with?”

“It’s weed mixed with tobacco, I rolled it myself.”

“Weed?!”She was dumb struck, “You smuggled marijuana into the Tower! Under Robs nose?”

Beast boy looks like he’s fighting back laughter again, “Shh, don’t be so loud! His birdy senses will tingle.”

“Beastboy!”

“Yeah, so what?” He sighs, somber, “It’s legal here anyways, what’s the big deal?”

She shakes her head in disbelief. “I’m just amazed at your nerve. I am not bold enough to even think about trying anything like that with Robin around.”

“Yeah, that’s why I was so scared when you caught me, for a second I thought it was him and that I would have to fly off this roof and start my new life as the Jolly Green Giant before he could get his hands on me.”

She chuckles and leans to bump him in the shoulder, “Well Robin can’t phase through walls like I can, but he is a sneaky little spy.”

“And don’t I know it.”

She watched as He took another puff, gazing up at the half crescent. Waning, halfway through the cycle.

The new moon is coming.

“Can I try it again?”

He looks surprised, but happily hands it to her.

She goes gently this time, sipping it like a straw and not taking to much. When she exhales it’s smooth, and she only coughs a little.

When she turns to pass it to him, he has a big goofy grin on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He slides his hand over hers to take it from her, and she raises a questioning eyebrow. She can feel a tingle in her brain and she’s sure that it must be from her second helping.

“You’re just... It’s just nice being up here with you.”

Her face snaps forward and her gaze is locked on the horizon. She desperately wants to pull up her hood. But that would be too obvious. She wonders sometimes if he thinks about how she can feel his emotions rolling off him in waves. His were always crashing over the surface, swallowing him whole from the first day she met him. It’s why she had tried to avoid him for so long. Everything about him was... intense.

“Yeah, it is nice.” She finally agrees.

“We should do this again sometime.”

“Yeah, okay.” She’s not entirely sure if it’s the smoke or the company, but she’s nervous and excited all at once.

#teen titans #beast boy #raven #bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #dc universe #dc comics #oops #a Drabble has appeared out of nowhere #forgive me it’s old and kinda oc but I tried to salvage it #a little ooc #it’s been awhile since I posted #my work #my writing #mine #fanfic #me

Screenshot: Adrienette that’s borderline crack in the best way (Teen&up)

It was a nightmare. He hadn’t meant to leave his phone unattended, Alya had asked him a question and when he put his phone down to give her his full attention, Nino had picked it up to check the time and instead was greeted with a private Instagram account Adrien had created with the specific purpose to lurk in peace.

“No way, dude. Do you just stalk a bunch of Ladybug look alikes in your spare time?”

Adrien gaped, too horrified to process his world falling apart around him.

“Wow, look at this one, she looks almost exactly like ladybug!”

“Let me see!” Alya sounded too eager.

He’d never admit it, but there were more than just a few girls on his private Instagram that looked “exactly like” ladybug. And no, it wasn’t just a uncanny accident.

But the account his friend happened to stumble on was his favorite, a well off Russian Instagram model who’s handle was Steelix.

She could pass for a perfect Ladybug, if not for her brown eyes. She was perfect in almost every way, and posted great *ahem* material. Ladybug was the fantasy girl of his dreams and anybody that looked liked her was at risk of being followed and stalked by his private finsta page.

His private page he was privately ashamed of.

That his best friend was now holding up to show his own girlfriend, and the girl Adrien quietly, sort-of had a crush on. This really was his worst nightmare. He tried to snatch the phone from Nino but to no avail. “It’s just some girl. I like her photography.”

“Yeah sure that’s why you liked all her recent pictures and wrote in the comments ‘omg’ with a heart face, a drooling face, and two fire emojis.”

The sun was just about to drag itself over the horizon when Otabek hung up his phone.

Damn. Trouble at home meant he would have to fly back to khazakstan and cut this little vacation short.

He looked out the window to catch the sun glinting back at him, waving good morning. A picturesque view, handpicked out of many Airbnb listings by Yuri just for them. Otabek thought they’d have a weeks worth of chances to watch the sunrise together. If he knew today would be the first and only one he would have made breakfast with the weeks worth of food they had just bought. Maybe he still has time to make something before..

“Otabek?”

His voice is soft, muffled by the wall separating the small living room to the even smaller bedroom, but Otabek hears him anyways. So small it only takes him five strides to make it to the bedroom threshold, and seven to round the corner and see Yuri; red in the face with marks from the folds of sheets and considerable bed head; half sitting up in the mattress they shared last night. Otabek watches Yuri brighten, looking as if he had been woken up by Otabeks absence and wanted him back. Without breaking stride Otabek slips back into bed and wraps his arm around Yuri, his heart melting into honey already. Something poked at his brain “This is a perfect moment! You should kiss him now!” Otabeks brain nag was right, this was a perfect time. Perfectly domestic and natural. Almost like he hasn’t been searching for moments like these since they exchanged numbers at worlds.

Otabek pulls himself up slightly, Yuri’s body slides against him, and he moves his hand to cup Yuri’s cheek...

And gets a snore directly to the face.

Otabek slouches back, comedically defeated. So much for the perfect moment.

“Ah well, another one will come soon enough.” a more soothing voice tells him.

———-

Yuri wants to explore the area so they go out to eat at the breakfast and lunch only cafe close by. Otabek tries not to think about the food in the fridge.

They place their orders, hand over their menus and Otabek is left again to think about how he should tell Yuri he’s leaving tomorrow morning. Just a little over one day out of their carefully planned, made months in advance, just them in a place with no one else they know for the first time ever, vacation. His hear ached just thinking about it. He had been on cloud nine for the past month just anticipating this trip with Yuri. Anxious of course, but the idea that Yuri wanted to spend this kind of quality time with him had sent him into a happy daze that could still put a smile on his face in public if he thought about it too hard. And this morning had been... something. Yuri had woken up again, still cuddled against him, nuzzled his nose into Otabeks neck, and whispered “good morning” in his ear. Otabek could already feel his skin prickling, tingling with the feeling of another anticipated moment. Otabek was reaching for his waist when Yuri’s stomach growled, loudly. And then Yuri almost as loudly proclaimed he wanted to go out to eat.

So here they were. And there was no way getting around it, Otabek could not seem to get the timing right for these perfect moments.

“What’s wrong?” Yuri asks, leaning close to the table, recently removed back nail polished fingernails tapping on the spot directly between them. His eyes are intense, trying to read him before he can even decide to come clean

“I got a phone call from my mother this morning. It wasn’t good news.”

“Is it your grandmother?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” His reaction was honest, a selfless first thought. A different Yuri than the one he had befriended and he felt lucky to know both. “You’re going to have to leave, aren’t you?”

Otabek sighs, honest and ill-mannered because Yuri isn’t the only one who has changed. “Yes. I’m so sorry, I was so looking forward to this vacation with you.” Otabek brings up his hand and offers it across the table. “Forgive me?”

Yuri takes it, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. “You don’t need to apologize, family is the most important thing.”

Otabeks heart warms again. This is something he was so glad Yuri understood. Family was the epicenter of his life and sometimes explaining why he would drop anything just to help them was hard. Nothing had ever been more important than family and he would be there for them no matter what the cost. And that was something Yuri and he agreed upon. Family is irreplaceable.

“It is too bad about the apartment thought, I really did like the view. And I wanted to hike around the mountains here.”

“Why don’t you stay for another day or two? Explore the area, you can go-“

“There’s really no point though if you’re leaving. I won’t be interested if you’re not here.”

Otabeks ears heated and he was glad their plates of food interrupted them. The statement was simple enough, and if Otabek really wanted to go down that path he could say Yuri had made far more provoking ones, but there was something about this trip. Maybe it was their proximity; always close, because unlike the other times they traveled together, they had no mutual acquaintances to create buffer space. The well manicured front they put up for the public eye no longer needed. Otabek must just be on edge.

“When are you leaving?” He asked later, most of their food finished.

Otabek sighed again, “later tonight”

Yuri looked more crushed than he expected and Otabek kicks himself for not lying to his mother about finding a same day flight. Family was important, but Otabek likes to think of Yuri as his family too.

“Oh.”

He’s reaching across the table again, “I’m sorry Yura, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

Yuri smiles, one of those small smiles he’s never seen him give to anyone but Otabek, and Otabeks heart floats up from where it had sunk in his belly. “You’d better.”

Otabek gives him the smile he saves especially for Yuri, “I will, I promise.”

———-

Later on; when they had packed up the stuff they had had the chance to take out, and asked the neighbor across the hall if she and her two little kids would like the food in their fridge, and had cuddled more than significant amount of time on the couch for two people who are supposedly platonic; Otabeks Uber pulls up. Yuri looks so sad Otabek could hardly bare the guilt. He begs Yuri to forgive him, and he does everytime. Assuring him there is nothing to apologize for, things happen and he hopes Otabek would be safe traveling. Otabek clings to Yuri’s arm, wishing for more but not knowing how to ask for it.

Yuri hugs him close, arms around his shoulders and Otabek can feel the brush of Yuri’s fingertips on his neck. “I’ll see you again soon. Don’t worry Beka, go take care of your family.”

Otabek swells with gratitude, and knots their little fingers together, “I promise it will be soon.”

Yuri’s smile is bittersweet when he pulls away, Yuri’s hand not falling when he lets go. “Be safe Beka, good luck.”

“You too.” He doesn’t dare say goodbye.

Neither does Yuri.

Otabek is about to turn his back when Yuri almost yells, “I’m going to miss you.”

Otabeks world seems to tilt. And he can’t quite explain why. They often admit to missing the other, but for some reason... for some reason this one feels like a confession.

Otabeks face flushes red to match Yuri’s. “I’m going to miss you too, so much.”

Yuris wearing that smile just for him as he loads up his suitcase, climbs in the car, and is still wearing it as Otabek waves goodbye through the rear view. He slumps back in his seat and sighs. Too many what ifs weigh on him, so instead he opens up Airbnb and starts searching.

#otabek x yuri #otayuri #yoi fanfic #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #yuri on ice #yoi #yoi yurio #yoi otabek #fanfiction #mywork #mine #pointless fanfic #endless pining #mutual pining #maybe I’ll make this an actual fic and write a second chapter

Not an apology (bbrae)

“Look, I appreciate you coming here to try and apologize but-“

“This isn’t an apology, it’s a goodbye.”

Raven blinked at him, “Goodbye?”

“Yeah, once and for all, no more late night text messages, no more ‘accidental’ meet ups, no more of this hot and cold relationship. You don’t call me unless the world is ending and you need me for backup.” Beastboy stopped and took a deep breath, trying to soothe himself before his temper got away from him. “I’ll always be your teammate Rae. But I can’t be just your friend, not anymore.”

Her first thought was that he must have rehearsed that speech all night. But he had to be bluffing. In the history of their on-again, more off-again infatuation with each other; she would never admit to more than that; he had never backed down, never wavered, never given up. He had always pushed her to remember why fighting for the little moments was worth it.

“So you’re just going to abandon our team and leave me to do this all by myself?” She hadn’t meant for her tone to be so childish, but she could feel herself pouting, irritation building beneath her cool exterior.

“This isn’t about the team Rae! This is about you and me.” He sounded exasperated, “I’m bonkers crazy in love with you, but you just don’t feel that way for me. And that’s ok! It is. But I really, really just can’t keep going back and forth with you.” A defeated expression cast a shadow on his face, “Every time you change your mind about me it breaks my heart all over again.”

Raven didn’t know what to say to comfort him. She knew she felt strongly for him, cared for him perhaps more than anyone she had ever known. But was that love? Wasn’t love to give oneself over to another completely and totally, entrusting yourself to them? Well, Raven didn’t want to hand herself over to anyone, she wanted her life to be her own. And she couldn’t burden another soul with the curse she bore.

So, love?

For a creature like her?

Impossible.

“I’m sorry.” was all she ended up saying.

“I know.” He smiled at her reassuringly, but she could make out tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “Maybe in another life. Some place where people don’t have super powers and evil villains don’t try and take over the city.” He chucked mostly to himself.

Words seemed to be her enemy, because all she could manage was a indifferent “Yeah, maybe.”

He looked sadder than she’d ever seen him, and as he turned to walk away she wondered if he thought she might beg him to stay. He should have know better.

“Goodbye, Rae.”

But still...

She licked her lips, nerves and something similar to panic fluttering in her belly, “That’s it? No goodbye kiss?”

She watched him turn to face her smirking facade, she dropped her hood to reveal a blush. He swore and ran back, throwing himself at her.

His lips were all over her, greedy and hot. He bit at her collar bone, making her cry out.

“Raven.” He whispered her name like a sin.

“Gar, don’t leave.”

He stopped to look at her earnestly, “I’ll stay if you do.”

She hesitated. “I can’t promise you anything.”

“Just promise me we’ll be together.”

Raven smiled up at him, chasing his lips playfully. It wasn’t, couldn’t be, love.. but she could honestly say, “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.”

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a/n: sister fic to something else i wrote awhile ago for a different fandom. its just been lying around waiting for me to edit. oops!

#Teen Titans #beastboy #raven #bbrae #bbrae fanfic #DC comics #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #oneshot #my work #My writing #mywork #mine

“You’ve been going back and forth about this for months, BB. Just tell her already!”

“I want to man, it’s just every time I work up the courage something always seems get in the way.”

“Sounds to me like you're just making excuses.”

“I’m not!”

“Then why haven’t you told her yet?”

“I just don’t think it’s the right time, Cy.”

He chuckled from the driver’s seat, shaking his head slightly. “My granny always used to say, ‘Give me my flowers now, not later.’”

A moment of silence passed between them. Nothing but the sound of the radio getting caught up in the breeze.

“What the hell does your granny’s flowers have to do with anything?”

Beastboy caught the roll of his one human eye.

“It means you shouldn’t wait for a sign when the opportunity is already right in front of you.”

He frowned, “I feel like you’re basically calling me a little bitch.”

Cy smirked, his laugh rolling into the air of the night, “See, you do get it!”

~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

a/n: inspired by something karamo said on queer eye

#Teen Titans #beastboy #cyborg #raven #bbrae #bbrae fanfic #DC comics #fanfic #writing #drabble #mine #mywork #my work #My writing #queer eye

I hate this feeling of restlessness. The one banging on my door to get up.

But go where?

Even it doesn’t know.

It wants to roam the streets and 2 am and binge tv shows until I can’t hear its voice anymore.

It makes me want to open my veins, if only to make poetry flow.

It makes me daring, bold.

Dangerous

Bad habits and adrenaline are like pillows to land on when life knocks me down. And that bitch can punch.

It erases my logic and reduces me to a junkie looking for their next fix. All I can think is, does it feel good? Do I want it? And if the answer isn’t no then I’ll ride that wave until it’s inevitable crash on the shores of reality.

But the thing is I can never feed the beast enough. I can never quell this restlessness. It never really goes away.

It lurks in the corners of my mind, like a boogeyman hiding in the dark of your childhood closet.

Only, this monster wants to play.

#personal #late night thoughts #restless #anxiety #depression #mental illness #restlessness #mine #mywork #writing #my work #me #life #love #living

You know,

Things feel different today

And not just between you and me

But inside myself too.

Things I had long since forgotten have risen to the surface again

It’s almost like I forgot. Not forgot who I was, more like I forgot my own range

The extremes of my personality

How emotional I can be, how caught up in my own little made up world that I forget to touch down to earth, that I forget that there is such a thing called landing

And when reality hits like ice in my lungs it’s not easy

Not easy for me to admit that I was wrong

Not easy for me to recognize the disturbing parts of myself I thought I had buried.

It’s strange, and in a way it’s almost funny. I thought I had grown into a kinder, wiser version of myself

But instead of shedding skin I was wearing it

Like a suit of armor meant to protect me against those prying questions

The ones I don’t have polite answers for.

What I’m saying is this might be a slap in the face, but it’s also a wake up call.

There’s things I need to confront, things I need to work on.

The only thing that scares me is that I might not be able to do it alone

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I think your soul has lived more lives than mine

Or maybe you just damaged it too deeply this time around

Either way, there is something inside of you that seems endless, something I could spend eternity in,

Like a forest I could lose myself in.

It’s dark, but it’s not cold.

In fact just being near you sets me on fire

I want to crawl inside your bones and make a home for myself

This winter, Can I hibernate somewhere inside your heart?

#love #poetry #poem #poet #my writing #writing #writer #writings #mywork #my work #mine #me #orginal #personal #soul

chiyukibanako

大丈夫

#W O W #amazing #kkm #maruma #kyou kara maou

l1ng

remember kyou kara maou……..

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Barebee

“What’s that?”

Yuuri glanced from the small silver cage he was holding toward the blonde prince standing in the doorway. “Ummm..? This is... A present for Greta?”

“Oh?” Wolfram cocked an eyebrow, still skeptical. “And what did you get our beautiful daughter?”

“Ah.. A barebee.”

“A barebee?” The prince was thrown, “Haven't we done this before?”

“Yeah, well.. It didn’t work out so well last time so I thought I would try again.”

“Greta really doesn’t need any pets, she has enough of Qwendal’s knitted creatures to take care of.” Wolfram made a move to look inside the tiny cage, only to be blocked by a nervous looking Yuuri.

“Well! I just thought it’d be nice for her to have something alive to play with.”

“Yuuri! What’s in that cage?”

“N-Nothing! It’s a barebee, just like I told you.”

“Yuuri!” Wolfram was now grabbing Yuuri by the collar, trying to snatch the cage from his hands.

“Wolf! Stop! Wolfram, please! Ah! Don’t touch there!”

Yuuri finally released his captive and Wolfram scooped it up gently, peering inside. He half expected a monster or maybe even an assassin disguised as a barebee, but he did not expect the little fuzzy ball of fluff that yelped back at him.

“What is it?”

“It’s ah.. It’s a dog, from Earth.”

“A dog?”

“Well, a puppy to be exact, that’s what people on earth call baby dogs-”

Wolfram shot up, pointing a finger at Yuuri accusingly. “You! This is because I told you Shinma animals are cuter than Earth ones! So you brought a tiny dog with you, hoping that it would change my mind?”

“Yeah right!” Yuuri fired back, not denying his intention. “You would never admit you were wrong even if you thought you were!”

“Well that’s easy, because I’m never wrong.” Wolfram crossed his arms indignantly.

“I brought the puppy so Greta could see Earth animals are just as cute, if not cuter than Shinma animals!”

The heat around the prince intensified. “You were going to use our daughter against me?”

“....Maybe..”

Yuuri had been around long enough to know the warning signs of Wolfram’s anger, and on a scale from one to ten, if Wolfram got to a seven there was no turning back, and the prince’s temper had just jumped from a two to a six in a second.

“Wolfram!”

“What!” His voice was like venom.

“I’ll admit there’s one thing Shinma has that’s cuter than anything I’ve ever seen on Earth.”

Wolfram’s anger cooled off from a six into a frosty one almost instantly. “Greta?” He asked curiously, with a hint of pride in his tone.

“Well, yes, but something else.”

“Oh?” Wolfram’s smile was threatening to show on his face, all anger now forgotten.

Yuuri laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “Don’t make me say it, Wolf.”

Wolfram’s eyes narrowed and he closed the distance between them, a dangerous smile playing on his lips, “Tell me, Yuuri.”

__________________________________________

A/N: some terrible crap i wrote for the ma! chat. Prompt was barebees and i used it loosely. might delete or rewrite later.

#kkm #ma event #ma event july 2018 #kyou kara maou #Kyo Kara Maoh #wolfyuu #yuuram #Yuuri Shibuya #Wolfram von Bielefeld #writing #fanfic #my work #My writing #fanfiction #my fanfic #written for ma! chat

Anniversary (kkm)

There was a lot of things Yuuri did that Wolfram didn’t understand.

His obsession with those awkward looking machines thats only purpose was to ‘vend’ a selection of snacks; Yuuri’s much too frequent ‘office naps’; even his overzealous politeness could ware down Wolfram’s nerves.

But this must be something new, and undiscovered cultural difference between Yuuri’s two worlds. Yet another quirk Wolfram would be forced to learn about. He rolled his eyes, pouting at the sturdy wooden door in front of him. The two guards flanking him dared not make eye contact, too afraid to aggravate the spoiled prince even further.

Wolfram knocked on the door to the royal bedroom a little more forcefully than he intended. “Yuurriii!” He whined through the crack, not daring to push it open after the last scolding he received. “Can I come in yet?”

#kyou kara maou #Kyo Kara Maoh #kkm #yuuram #wolfyuu #Yuuri Shibuya #Wolfram von Bielefeld #fanfic #maruma #my work #my writing #my fanfic #drabble #writing #fluff #love #its sappier than i intended #i was gonna make it dirty but it ended up all fluff #thanks for the suggestion!

Just leave already (kkm)

“If you don’t want to be here then just leave already!” Wolfram pushed Yuuri another step closer toward the shimmering fountain, the back of his legs bumping against the ledge.

“Wolfram! Be careful!”

“Be careful? That’s all you have to say to me? Why should I be careful when you clearly aren’t.” He shoved him again, face twisting in anger. “Just go already!”

“Come on Wolf, I don’t want to leave with things like this between us.”

Green eyes flashed dangerously and Yuuri could see sparks of fire popping like fireworks behind his head, “So you ARE planning on leaving! I knew it!” He pushed him once more, sending the double black tumbling over the edge, landing with a shallow splash. Wolfram swung his legs over the barrier between them, black boots sloshing in the water as he glared down at Yuuri, vicious intent in his eye.

“Wolfram! You know I just can’t abandon my family. I have a duty to them too, I’m more than just Shinma’s king!”

“Yuuri...”

Yururi wasn’t used to hearing this tone of voice out of his normally snarky prince and it sobered him, “I already know what you’re going to say, Wolfram.”

But apparently Yuuri has misread his fiancé’s sudden change in attack, because he could have never dreamed he’d hear such a thing from a pretty boy like Wolfram.

“You always have a home here with me, Yuuri.”

The honestly in those green eyes felt like a dagger too his heart and Yuuri wondered if this was the same man who had tossed him in the fountain just moments ago.

“I- I want you to know that we’re also your family, Conrad, Qwendal and I. Mother too, of course. No matter what; whatever you decide; you’ll always be one of us.”

“Wolfram....”

“I just need you to know that before you make a decision.” He rushed on, “I don’t want you to think this is only about your place as our king. That’s important, but you, me, Greta. I don’t want to lose that, Yuuri.”

He raised tan fingers to cup the prince’s pale cheek. “You really think I’d leave you and our daughter and never come back?” Yuuri smiled gently, “I know she’d be alright, but I don’t think you could handle being left behind. No matter how many times you call me a wimp.”

“You are a wimp.” Wolfram breathed, relief flooding him. He leaned down to grab Yuuri’s free hand, pressing it to his lips and then his chest, “But you’re also right. I can't bear to be without you anymore.”

Yuuri beamed back him, “My selfish prince, what am I going to do with you?”

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A/N: Just some bullshit I wrote for no reason. Happy pride.

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“It doesn’t look like me. That’s what I was going to say, about your painting. That girl looks nothing like me.”

“What do you mean? It’s a painting of you!”

“Yeah but she just looked... she just looked so peaceful. And just so… so not anything like me! I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to be insulted.”

“I’m not insulted, because I’m a good painter. And because it looks exactly like you! You’ve just never seen yourself sleeping.”

“No.” She shook her head, but a smirk twitched at her lips. “It’s just you making great art, as usual.”

“Anyone who saw that painting would know immediately that it was you.”

“Well too bad no one will ever see it, I’m keeping it locked up tight.”

“You hate it that much?” His smile drooped further than his shoulders.

“No! It’s beautiful, truly; but it’s still a picture of me sleeping. I can’t let anyone see that.”

“You’re really that afraid to let anyone see you being vulnerable? Being human?”

“Everybody except you.”

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“Come on, Princess. Indulge me. I did save your life after all.” Chat Noir winked, presenting his hand with a flourish.

Marinette rolled her eyes but nevertheless grabbed his hand. “If I must.”

He whirled her around the rooftop before pulling her close. “If someone had told me I’d be dancing with you tonight, I would have said I’m never that lucky.”

“Oh can it, cat. Don’t push it, dancing to some cheesy old love song with you is bad enough without your annoying idea of flirting.”

“Meowch, Princess.” His playful tone left a sour taste in her mouth. She meant for her words to scathe, but somehow he made it seem like this was nothing more than friendly banter between them.

“Be careful, you might actually convince me you don’t enjoy this.”

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