Maoh... Or not

You might know Yuuri Shibuya, 27th Maoh of Shin Makoku. He's not here, however. You might find Yuuri here, but another one. Alternate ones.

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Hello!

I’m passing by to check on whether I have flagged content or not: and I’m using this occasion to make the note that I will eventually have Yuuri be on my multimuse!

The multimuse also has the list of my active blogs!

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AUs will either be verses on the multi, or spoken about on my fanfic blog!

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Announcement: Blog closed!

I had hope it wouldn’t come to this, but eventually I realized I should not try anymore. As much as I love Yuuri, and as much as I wanted to keep him active, as much as I love the interactions I have and would have wanted to continue, the fact is that I don’t feel joy anymore.

I’ve stayed around for a while now because I didn’t want to just drop some of the interactions I had, but even if I focus only on those, for reasons I do not want to elaborate, I feel pained on this blog. And I know there are no ways it will leave me. No matter how many interactions I will have and with how I interact with, or even if I “got back” some of things that I miss, it’s too late.

I had fun while it last, and I hope you all enjoyed it too. Please know that I will continue the fanfictions that Yuuri was based on, so if you still feel curious/interested, I have the links on the blog.

If you have questions and don’t mind spoilers for the fanfictions, you can still ask. I know some people were curious, so my inbox is still open. I might eventually do a post about a basic timeline/plotline, again for anyone who still feel curious.

I’m not sure I will ever open Yuuri again, but who knows. However, for now, I prefer to close this blog and focus on other stuff. Thank you for all those remained, and may we speak again!

[someothermaoh]

This apply for this blog too! All the AUs are closed!

I might eventually do fanfics for some of those if not all of those, but in the meantime, this blog is closed!

[morethanmaoh]

RP Schedule!

This is important for all my followers! I’m going to mention those I interact with, because it’s especially important for you to know that, in short, I now have specific days for each RP blog!

If we’re interacting on more than one blog, well I’ve mentionned you on the blog I most associated you with (or if it’s all equal, the first blog I wrote this XD)

@arrogantpriince @free-swim-boys-dating-game-blog @wxrmonger @amxthystus  @teitokleinprinceofraggs @hyuugaoftheblackhawks @kreuzthevertrag

Keep reading

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Not so closed AUs

I’m actually wondering if I should close this blog? Yuuri is a bit picky, both on morethanmaoh and here. But despite first losing interest in all but Fallen King, now I have the other AUs rising again?

Evil Yuu still wants to continue his storyline with @arrogantpriince (gosh, it was so “duh” in our mind that we wanted to continue that we didn’t think of adding to the list -_-’). Host Yuu is also wishing to try out his own story. And considering he’s the only one left, Dragon Yuu is being “well then, I should just stick around too”

Of course, it all depends the interactions I do get. But I’m thinking of re-opening fully the AUs, even if my activity is still very slow.

[someothermaoh]

Important

As explained here, this blog is cuttently closed except for one storyline.

In a sense, this blog is now 1x1 between Fallen King and Conrad.

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book-of-friends-owner

Conrart smiled, knowing things must’ve been difficult.

“I know how difficult it can be, getting used to a place so similar to your original home. But don’t worry shibuya, we’re all here to help in any way we can. I’m sure yuri would say the same.” Conrart reassured him, smiling brightly as if to try and make him feel better. He knew it wouldn’t do a lot of difference, but he had to try. For some reason he hated seeing the young man look so miserable.

Shibuya’s eyes adverted to the ground, watching his steps. His heart squeezed, pained by the knowledge he wasn’t being completely honest to this man. His precious Nazukeyoa, even if it was the one of another Yuuri. All the same, this very conversation showed that the man still cared even if Shibuya wasn’t from this world.

“Thank you, it means a lot to me.” Shibuya looked back up to Conrart, though because of his blindness from his left eye the young man had to quickly step closer because he almost hit the wall. “Sorry, I still have trouble adjusting.” He gestured at his eye. “It has been a while, but it doesn’t change that I grew up seeing with both eyes. At least, I am not hitting all the walls and doors.”

Shibuya joked about this, but internally he knew Conrart would guess it had not been so fun at first. And maybe, the taller man might know somewhere in his heart Shibuya still masked sadness with a smile.

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book-of-friends-owner

Conrart had been walking through the castle when he heard his name called out. Turning, he smiled and waved his hand.

“Evening. Yes, I was in the middle of patrols if you’d like to accompany me? It’d be nice to have someone to talk to” Conrart offered, pointing the way he’d been intending to go. As they continued walking, Conrart turned to look at him.

“Unable to sleep? Was the bed not to your liking?” Conrart asked, smiling gently.

Shibuya hesitated for a second, however in the end he could not help it. “I’d love to.” And he fell into steps with Conrart, showing a faint smile as if he was pleased to do so.

“Oh-The bed is fine.” The young man adverted his eyes for a second, but eventually he looked back, slightly sheepish. “It’s just hard being used to-” His gaze dropped. “Well, everything is so familiar; but I know it’s not my world. I guess it just feels... weird. Not badly so; just strange.”

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spoopypriince

Wolfram was just about to turn his head to look at Yuuri when his fiance’s arms wrapped around his slender waist. His pale cheeks turned a bright red, heating up his face as the sensation of the other licking his neck and whispering into his ear caused him to melt into his arms. The Prince’s breathing grew a little heavy as his heart raced out of control.

            “ Y-Y-Yuuri…p-please…you’re embarrassing me. “

However his body language clearly read as something else entirely, he wasn’t embarrassed at all. Rather he was enjoying the actions a little too much. Over the time he’d grown weak to the Maoh’s touch.

Smirking, the Maoh let a low chuckle at Wolfram’s reactions. He hugged the blond’s body closer, nose nuzzling behind his Fiancé’s ear before leaving a soft kiss.

“Oh? Should I stop?” He purred out; aware of how exactly he was affecting Wolfram. And he enjoyed every second of it; but the idea of teasing the blond even more by purposefully stopping his actions sounded... pleasant.

For now he had not moved; the Sokoku letting his breath caress the pale neck. Oh, sweet torture...

[someothermaoh]

spoopypriince

     “ Wow! Look at the plethora of sweets here to choose from? The        maids really outdid themselves this time! I think I’ll take this one,        – no this one! Oh no that one looks even better! Ah so many to        choose from and I most certainly can’t have all of them…I’d grow        ill. Though the strawberry cake sounds most delicious and savory.        I think I’ll take this one. – how about you, which one peeks your        interest the most? Ones favorite sweets say a lot about a person. “

Oh, his Fiancé was so cute. The blond had no idea how the Maoh looked at him, eyes blazing with adoration at the way Wolfram acted. Of course, when the other ended up asking about Yuuri’s preference, he knew his answer.

Arms wrapped around Wolfram’s form from behind, head resting on his shoulder. The young Maoh let his tongue lick the blond’s neck briefly before he whispered into his ear,

“You should know you are my favorite sweet, my love.”

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The slightly older looking teen paused as he crossed path with the brown haired man. In truth, Shibuya had been like a phantom since he arrived. Almost as if he wasn’t sure how to act or what to do. However, now that Conrart was close and no one was around; the Sokoku seemed unable to find in himself to continue his path.

“Good evening, Conrart.” He greeted with a small smile, not really noticing that unlike Yuuri he knew how to pronounce Conrart’s name now. “Are you patrolling?”

And he realized well enough, all the little things that made him different than Yuuri. Slightly taller, slightly more mature looking, more polite, more reserved. Yet still giving Conrart a gentle smile.

[someothermaoh]

Surprise in the night (Open to all)

Just a little open for those that wants to interact with Shibuya~~ If your Muse isn’t from KKM, we can just pretend that they dropped around by some sort of accident/mistake! Easiest explanation that because Shibuya crossed dimensions, a little portal stayed open and your Muse happened to fall through it ;)

“Who is there?” Shibuya called out all of the sudden, standing up from scenting the flower Cheri-san liked to grow. It was the middle of the night; and as far as he knew everyone was asleep. The guards, which he knew the routine, should not be around right now.

Shibuya should have been alone; but he wasn’t. He sought for a form into the shadows, body tense. His whole expression guarded, on the defensive.

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Shibuya spend some days hiding

In truth, the first few days Shibuya found himself in the alternate of his world, he sort of fled everytime he might have been talked with for too long. He greeted people and exchanged small talk; but he tended to vanish a lot of time to be found in various places of the castle. As well as nervously find a way to escape staying more than a few minutes around anyone.

People simply thought it was some sort of shyness from being an alternate of their Maoh, as after a week Shibuya ended up letting people talk to him more often.

But observant people might call it reaccustoming.

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Under the rising sun

“You’re up early, Wolfram. Did you mean to watch the sunrise, too?”

Shibuya sat on the balcony’s railing, not seeming to mind the huge drop below. His legs were crossed at the heels, swaying slightly up and down. His hands were gripping the railing on each side of his body, betraying he was ready to catch himself if he somehow lost his balance.

Otherwise, the young looking man looked peaceful as his single abled eye left Wolfram to look back at the sun rising. Though some nostalgia crossed his face.

“I’ve always though it is the best view in Shin Makoku...”

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New Verse!

I really love my new baby.

Now I really want to rp as Shibuya-

But I realize I need to make icons for him-!

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Accidental Intruder

Black eyes brightened in excitement as the young dragon felt his magic working. The spell he had wanted to try, the one that would allow him to visit as far as other worlds, was working!

Wings fluttered as his tail swayed. Yuuri felt he magic wrapping around him, felt the tug at his whole frame. He could not help flailing his arms, widening his eyes as he lost his balance.

That was why, after a portal opened, the teen with black wings, tail and horns was propelled forward. He hit a tree face first, howling at the pain while he found himself on his butt.

“Ow owow! Shori never told me about the balance problem! That sneaky lizard...” He trailed off as he sensed the presence of someone behind him.

His wings dropped slightly as he turned his head slowly. They didn’t feel human; and in any case he feared it would be as usual. Because no matter who, the sight of his wings, horns and tail would make them see a “demon”.

“Uh... Hello?” That was quite an awkward smile, Yuuri.

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Revenge is sweet

This is for bratiisms as the drabble I promised on Yuuri’s little revenge on the ones who organized an attack on Wolfram~

Under Read More because, well, Yuuri reveals his dark side!

From the moment he had first laid his eyes on the injured form of his Fiancé, Yuuri vowed he would find the one behind this. His first focus had been on staying by Wolfram’s side, ensuring that the blond knew Yuuri was here and protected him. He had made sure their love stayed strong, that his Wolfram healed physically and mentally. The young Maoh even took the decision to finalize their engagement, to ask for their marriage to come soon.

All through his actions; he had observed those around him. He had noticed, among the anger of Conrad and Gwendal, the rage hiding in the blue depth of Yozak’s eyes. The two brothers of Wolfram had been a given, but the orange haired spy had been a surprise. However, when he kept analyzing the man, he soon understood the emotions bubbling in each gaze.

It had brought a smile of victory, when Yuuri realized Yozak had a history with Wolfram.

He had found the man alone one night, a few exchanges of glances having given the senses that the king wanted to talk to Yozak. It had been the first step that the man showed up, a second when he honestly replied to Yuuri’s query about his attachment to Wolfram.

“I had offered him a happy life, but it wasn’t time for him yet. I thought maybe one day-until you came.” The smile had been genuine. “You give him true happiness; and so I support you two.”

Yuuri nodded in satisfaction. “I’m glad. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to give him back.”

It made Yozak laugh. “He would roast us both alive if we tried that.” His eyes were analyzing though, until he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Is this all you wanted to talk about?”

The Sokoku’s lips twitched, certain Yozak knew where he was going. “That... and more. You and I... I think we both want to find who hurt Wolfram.”

Yozak’s gaze turned even more piercing. “Heika, you do know Von Voltaire-Kyo already asked of me to gather informations?”

Yuuri’s obsidian eyes met steadily Yozak’s blue ones. “I want to be first informed. You will report to Gwendal after, but only once you did so with me.”

Yozak stood straight again, his hands coming to rest on his hips. “Bocchan... What are you really aiming for?”

Yuuri let out a short laugh. “You are clever, Yozak.” He stepped forward, the seriousness sending shivers down Yozak’s spine. Half of him felt... afraid, while the other half felt delighted. “I need to find first the one responsible for this. I won’t allow anyone to get their hands on them before me. They crossed a line.”

Yozak’s brows shot upward, getting well enough the meaning. It seemed their king had reached the limit of his forgiveness. But what about his mercifulness?

What could he be planning? If Yozak was honest, he felt dark contentment at what Yuuri was doing; a thrill to see where the young man headed. “Then, I will make sure you get what you need.” He bowed his head slightly. “The Maoh’s orders are absolute, after all.”

Yuuri smiled almost coyly, putting a hand on Yozak’s arm. He knew that the man was being swept fast by Yuuri’s darkness, and he gave the last straw to bring the valuable spy to his side. “Do not worry; I will make sure you get what you need too. You and I... We will make them understand no one should hurt the one we care for.”

And for the first time, dark pleasure flashed in Yozak’s eyes at the promise.

Yuuri laid a kiss on Wolfram’s blond hairs, gently raising the sheets on Wolfram’s body. He tiptoed to the door, giving a last glance before leaving to his secret meeting with Yozak. For days he had received the informations, choosing to have Yozak withhold some from Gwendal to give them a lead. Yozak seemed to follow him well, too enamored with the idea of dealing himself with Wolfram’s persecutor.

In truth, Yuuri felt it was too soon to risk embarking Gwendal and Conrad in this. He still worked on them, knowing Gwendal to have this dark side he had been the one to calm all those months ago, knowing both had great loyalties to him. However, he had to be careful, especially with Conrad.

Too soon; and they would get in their heads to “save” him.

Black eyes spotted the formed of his spy; and the glint of pride and hunger in the blue eyes made his heart beat wildly in delight.

“Heika; you will be happy to know I have now a name. All we need now is to decide our course of actions.”

Yuuri leaned on the pillar opposite to Yozak. “How does planning a... meeting with our friend sound?”

Yozak’s lips upturned into a smirk. “Perfect.”

It had taken a few more days for the two of them to have their opportunity, to get at Victor Von Rutheford. Yozak had tracked for Rutheford’s routine, waiting for the perfect occasion. The gained knowledge that it seemed Rutheford knew Wolfram fired up their anger; a few hints of the possible relation they had before making them impatient.

They controlled themselves though; they waited until Yozak found their chance. Rutheford was going on a small journey in a second domain, close to Shin Makoku.

A letter reached him just before he arrived; and in the dead of the night he left alone into the woods. A frown marred his features, unsure about what it meant that someone “knew of what he did” and “wanted to praise him”. Just as a smile tugged at his lips at the thought someone seemed to feel like him about Wolfram, a hit came to his neck. He fell with a grunt, the orange haired man behind staring down in a mix of cold anger and dark contentment.

Victor Von Rutheford groaned first before his eyes opened. Two men hidden in the shadows watched as he took into the dark room. They were in the depth of the castle, having looked before the kidnapping for a place they would be tranquil in.

Yozak first stepped toward the noble, only grinning at the glare he received. “Who are you? How can you dare to kidnap me!” He started to bark, when from the darkness Yuuri’s voice echoed cold and low.

“Shut your mouth.”

The black haired teen advanced, taking internal pleasure as Rutheford’s eyes widened as he took into the double black features, realizing who exactly faced him.

The Maoh, who was also Wolfram’s Fiancé. Victor Von Rutheford paled, almost pressing into the wall he was chained to as Yuuri stopped in front of him, kneeling down with a glare that send tremors of true fear into the man’s body.

“You and I both know what you have done.”

Rutheford swallowed, almost believing the automatic gesture to be harder. In false bravado, he let the corner of his mouth twitch upward in a faint smirk. “And so what? What will the all merciful Maoh do?”

As soon as the words left his lips and Yuuri’s expression changed, Rutheford wondered if the coldness of the features and the glare had not been better. A dark, feral smirk had formed; eyes darkening in twisted pleasure. The echoes of a slap sounded in the room as the back of Yuuri’s hands hit the man’s cheek. Blood trailed down his lips but he stayed frozen as the palms of Yuuri’s hands pressed on the wall on each side of his head while a low, purring voice spoke into his ear.

“Maoh? Oh, my dear, this is not your Maoh talking.” He moved all of the sudden, one hand twisting into the noble’s hairs and forcing their eyes to meet, forcing his head back while his other hands now pressed a chained arm into the wall painfully. The man first let out a small cry before his face stayed in a wince, unable to leave Yuuri’s gaze as the teen face hovered a few inches above his own.

“This is Yuuri Shibuya, Wolfram’s Fiancé and so to be husband. You harmed what is mine.” He growled out, eyes blazing in fury and the feral smirk a snarl now. “I will make sure to give back tenfold what you did to him.”

Maybe, weeks ago, Yozak would have felt alarmed at the way Yuuri acted. However... A content grin formed at the display, the man stepping forward until he stood just a foot behind Yuuri when the Maoh had glanced behind with a nod. The teen grinned back, moving away without words. The ginger haired man already knew what he was allowed, his prize for his faithfulness to his Bocchan.

Yuuri did the first scare. Yozak would now inflict the first wound.

*Fair warning: it’s getting darker now, explaining the TW*

In a flash, Yozak drew out a knife. Rutheford’s cheek stung as droplets of blood fell down from the clean line that had been cut. He pressed back against the wall he was trapped against as Yozak moved forward.

A scream tore out of his throat as the knife ended into his palm. His wide eyes stared almost in desperation in the blade that impaled his flesh, tears actually starting to fall as the spy twisted it.

“P-Please!” Rutheford choked out, terrified of now knowing what was planned.

Yozak snarled, but then a dangerous aura instinctively made him move away. When he viewed Yuuri’s expression, he bowed his head and left to lean on the wall, observing from the darkness.

“You dare beg and cry at the first blood?” A hand slammed into the knife, forcing it deeper and even making a dent in the wall as Rutheford let out a choked pained sound. “Do you have any idea how much more Wolfram endured? How he barely let me see his tears even as he suffered?”

The noble trembled at the enraged eyes blazing at him. Yet, what was truly terrifying was how Yuuri had spoken without raising his tone. All had been a deadly whisper, the only sound in the silence of their hiding place. Fingers pressed into the noble’s cheeks all of the sudden, grip harsh. A whimper left the man’s lips as it made the cut of his cheek burn.

“I should cut your tongue. It brings nothing but treacherous orders and pitiful pleas.”

Even as he almost pleaded once more, Rutheford’s voice died down when the Maoh took out the knife in a single gesture. The man could faint right now, his face had grown even paler and his body shuddered in fright while Yuuri pulled back. The teen let a finger slide on the blade, collection some of the blood. He gazed at it as if fascinated, until he just licked it off his finger.

“Do you want to taste your blood, too?” The young king twirled the knife, considering. “That would make two birds with one stone.” His eyes went to his partner in crime. “Restrain him.”

“With pleasure, my lord.”

Finally, Rutheford found his voice to scream. He called for help, begged them to stop. Yozak paused beside Yuuri, both looking amused. But it was dark, wrath simmering just behind the false smile.

“You should care for your voice. After all, I wouldn’t want you to stop your screams too soon. It’s only the start, you know?” Yuuri’s words completely froze the noble, sharp intake of breath appearing loud after the screams ended. “Ah, better. Way better...”

And as Yuuri claimed, it started.

It would not end for hours, when the first rays of the dawn caressed Yuuri and Yozak. New clothes from the ones they started the night with hugged their frame, old ones burned down as materials for a fire that they made good use of.

Victor Von Rutheford lived still, body dumped back close to his second estate. But never would he be able to tell of what happened, nor even write it. He missed what would be needed for that.

He knew better than to ever bring the dark eyes on him again.

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Added a How to meet in Dragon!Yuuri verse page; as well as little line in the Guideline about How to meet sections in verse pages (when needed)!