[Fic] [Round 14] Title: Yozak and His Loves, Rating: PG-13
Author: Isha
Title: Yozak and His Loves
Characters: Yozak and the rest of the gang
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG-13 for insinuations of sex.
Any Warnings: Running the gamut from angsty to cracky to ‘ohmygosh-this-burns-our-eyeses, preciousss!’ Also, cross dressing, but then you knew that, because this is Yozak, after all.
Prompt being used: Yozak x ? and Third person POV
Timeline: Through the series.
Disclaimer: I own none of these very entertaining characters, and I’m making no money off this, so please don’t sue me. Life is complicated enough as it is.
A/N: Not all of these are in the same timeline, or even the same universe, so read them as such.
~
There had been a woman, when he was young.
Ripe, full curves, the most seductive, knowing glitter in her eyes…
He fell hard and fast.
She taught him about sex-and then some.
He thought he had found love. She put him straight, gently but firmly.
When he left the village, he eagerly anticipated her finally realising too late what she had done, coming to run after him-and then he would reject her.
She never came.
When he met her again, years later, they were both able to laugh about those heady days.
She still gives him make-up tips.
~
Conrart is a puzzle.
They have come through war and death because of the unshatterable bond between them, but there are times when Conrart’s eyes become opaque and mirror-like, and he can’t tell what his friend is thinking, despite knowing him so well and so long.
Everyone assumes that they are-or were-intimate. He wonders if it would be like a homecoming or a form of hell, to be with someone who shares the same fears and the same nightmares as him.
He admits it: he finds his best friend attractive. He wouldn’t mind the chance to find out.
~
He’s had a crush on Gwendal von Voltaire since the bandits.
The man is attractive, in a brooding sort of way; one is tempted to do almost anything to break through the scowl and make his eyes go dark with passion.
He chances it one day and kisses him when he’s supposed to be giving him a report.
They have one wild night, and in the morning, they both agree that they could never be anything more.
They part without bitterness, and sometimes, during particularly boring meetings, he gives the man a naughty wink, and Gwendal’s eyes smile in return.
~
His fiance is right, the kid really is too cute for everyone’s peace of mind. His included.
Of course, the Maou is clueless about it, as usual.
The boy has had too much to drink tonight, and as a drunken smile curves those tempting lips, he finally gives in. They are alone, Wolfram is asleep on the grass and Conrart is off on reconnaissance, so he leans in and kisses him.
Yuuri responds, after a shocked moment, and then a sudden snore from Wolfram startles them both apart. He meets Yuuri’s stunned gaze, and thinks: tomorrow’s going to be interesting.
~
He has always despised Lady Celi.
He can never forget Lutenberg, no matter the many dresses she lends him, or the many flirtatious smiles that come his way.
It happens when everyone is away at Earth with the kid. Perhaps her special perfume is too strong that night, because when she smiles at him that way again, he snaps.
It is hard and fast and furious, and when it is all over, she holds him to her breast like she would one of her sons.
He cries, then, and cannot meet her eyes.
They agree never to speak of it.
~
Murata kisses him one day when they go out riding.
He pulls away, startled.
‘My heart will always belong to Shinou,’ His Eminence says softly, turning away to gaze at the temple in the distance. ‘But that does not mean there cannot be others dear to me.’
His heart will always belong to Conrart, but he is blinded by the Maou, and His Eminence is still in love with someone he can never have again, so is it so wrong if they bring each other some small measure of peace?
It isn’t, he decides, and leans forward for another kiss.
~
‘I said I’m sorry-’
‘It was a national treasure! I warned His Majesty not to lend it to you…how did this happen?’
He fidgets as Gunter glares at him, fingering the torn sash in his hand guiltily.
‘Well, there was this girl…’
‘You took up with some bimbo while you were dressed as one?’
‘I-’
‘You know this means you have to be disciplined.’
He blinks at the heat in Gunter’s tone as the older man jerks his hands behind his back and kisses him. Hard.
Never again would he doubt His Eminence’s matchmaking skills.
Or his plans.
~
Lord von Voltaire puts his brother under his training-‘it will rid him of his Mazoku pride’-but he is sceptical.
Wolfram glares as he takes him under his command. ‘I’m only doing this because Brother wouldn’t let me join the army otherwise.’
The boy constantly undermines his authority, until the day he saves Wolfram’s life when they are undercover on an assigment.
In the days that follow, he realises he is the object of Wolfram’s puppy love. Conrart laughs, darkly amused, but he is saddened by the crushed look in the boy’s eyes as he lets him down gently.
~
A/N: I couldn’t seem to stop with these drabbles! I did think of doing Anissina, Gisela and Adelbert as well, but then I realised I had probably traumatised everyone enough. :P
Thanks for reading, all comments and concrit is very welcome. =)
Title: Yozak and His Loves
Characters: Yozak and the rest of the gang
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG-13 for insinuations of sex.
Any Warnings: Running the gamut from angsty to cracky to ‘ohmygosh-this-burns-our-eyeses, preciousss!’ Also, cross dressing, but then you knew that, because this is Yozak, after all.
Prompt being used: Yozak x ? and Third person POV
Timeline: Through the series.
Disclaimer: I own none of these very entertaining characters, and I’m making no money off this, so please don’t sue me. Life is complicated enough as it is.
A/N: Not all of these are in the same timeline, or even the same universe, so read them as such.
~
There had been a woman, when he was young.
Ripe, full curves, the most seductive, knowing glitter in her eyes…
He fell hard and fast.
She taught him about sex-and then some.
He thought he had found love. She put him straight, gently but firmly.
When he left the village, he eagerly anticipated her finally realising too late what she had done, coming to run after him-and then he would reject her.
She never came.
When he met her again, years later, they were both able to laugh about those heady days.
She still gives him make-up tips.
~
Conrart is a puzzle.
They have come through war and death because of the unshatterable bond between them, but there are times when Conrart’s eyes become opaque and mirror-like, and he can’t tell what his friend is thinking, despite knowing him so well and so long.
Everyone assumes that they are-or were-intimate. He wonders if it would be like a homecoming or a form of hell, to be with someone who shares the same fears and the same nightmares as him.
He admits it: he finds his best friend attractive. He wouldn’t mind the chance to find out.
~
He’s had a crush on Gwendal von Voltaire since the bandits.
The man is attractive, in a brooding sort of way; one is tempted to do almost anything to break through the scowl and make his eyes go dark with passion.
He chances it one day and kisses him when he’s supposed to be giving him a report.
They have one wild night, and in the morning, they both agree that they could never be anything more.
They part without bitterness, and sometimes, during particularly boring meetings, he gives the man a naughty wink, and Gwendal’s eyes smile in return.
~
His fiance is right, the kid really is too cute for everyone’s peace of mind. His included.
Of course, the Maou is clueless about it, as usual.
The boy has had too much to drink tonight, and as a drunken smile curves those tempting lips, he finally gives in. They are alone, Wolfram is asleep on the grass and Conrart is off on reconnaissance, so he leans in and kisses him.
Yuuri responds, after a shocked moment, and then a sudden snore from Wolfram startles them both apart. He meets Yuuri’s stunned gaze, and thinks: tomorrow’s going to be interesting.
~
He has always despised Lady Celi.
He can never forget Lutenberg, no matter the many dresses she lends him, or the many flirtatious smiles that come his way.
It happens when everyone is away at Earth with the kid. Perhaps her special perfume is too strong that night, because when she smiles at him that way again, he snaps.
It is hard and fast and furious, and when it is all over, she holds him to her breast like she would one of her sons.
He cries, then, and cannot meet her eyes.
They agree never to speak of it.
~
Murata kisses him one day when they go out riding.
He pulls away, startled.
‘My heart will always belong to Shinou,’ His Eminence says softly, turning away to gaze at the temple in the distance. ‘But that does not mean there cannot be others dear to me.’
His heart will always belong to Conrart, but he is blinded by the Maou, and His Eminence is still in love with someone he can never have again, so is it so wrong if they bring each other some small measure of peace?
It isn’t, he decides, and leans forward for another kiss.
~
‘I said I’m sorry-’
‘It was a national treasure! I warned His Majesty not to lend it to you…how did this happen?’
He fidgets as Gunter glares at him, fingering the torn sash in his hand guiltily.
‘Well, there was this girl…’
‘You took up with some bimbo while you were dressed as one?’
‘I-’
‘You know this means you have to be disciplined.’
He blinks at the heat in Gunter’s tone as the older man jerks his hands behind his back and kisses him. Hard.
Never again would he doubt His Eminence’s matchmaking skills.
Or his plans.
~
Lord von Voltaire puts his brother under his training-‘it will rid him of his Mazoku pride’-but he is sceptical.
Wolfram glares as he takes him under his command. ‘I’m only doing this because Brother wouldn’t let me join the army otherwise.’
The boy constantly undermines his authority, until the day he saves Wolfram’s life when they are undercover on an assigment.
In the days that follow, he realises he is the object of Wolfram’s puppy love. Conrart laughs, darkly amused, but he is saddened by the crushed look in the boy’s eyes as he lets him down gently.
~
A/N: I couldn’t seem to stop with these drabbles! I did think of doing Anissina, Gisela and Adelbert as well, but then I realised I had probably traumatised everyone enough. :P
Thanks for reading, all comments and concrit is very welcome. =)