[fanfiction] This is How it Feels
Title: This is How it Feels
Author: yaoixaddiction
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram, OC, Yuuri [these are the main three, at least.]
Genre: Romance/Drama
Chapter: Two
Summary: It was a normal night for Wolfram, waiting impatiently for his fiancee to return from a party. There was no way he would expect someone to be there just for him. [p.s. i suck at summaries. xD]
A/N: Okay...so I'm not really sure if i posted the second chapter under this community yet, so if i have, i'm sorry. But, here is the second one if i haven't.
Laughing genuinely at the joke at hand, James admired the pretty boy that had graced his presence. The pretty blond was currently telling of a story about his childhood, his eyes wrinkling at the memory. Those same eyes that not too long ago were filled with great amounts of tears. James tried to forget the horror of seeing such a beautiful person go through such agony. He tried to forget the terrible story told to him of a neglectful fiancee who would not show Wolfram an ounce of love or affection. Yes, he would forget it and make sure to get the blond to forget it as well.
Though this sounded like a difficult task, he was sure he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He would make sure that by the end of the night, that jack ass of a king would not cross the pretty boys head ever again. Instead, Wolfram’s head would be filled with beautiful memories. Memories that he deserved; for not only being beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well.
“James?” he heard Wolfram ask, shaking him out of his current thoughts, “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? I’m sure you’ve gotten your fill of my old memories.” Feeling a bit bad for doing most of the talking, Wolfram turned his head away slightly ashamed. He just was not used to people reaching out to him like this, so he accidently got a bit carried away with his talking.
Reaching his hand forward, James latched his pointer finger to the blonds chin made it so that they were not eye-to-eye again. Blinking in surprise, Wolfram’s eyes filled with nervousness at such an intimate gesture. James smiled sweetly, reaching his thumb up to stroke the soft pale cheek before him.
“I could never tire of hearing your voice,” he responded simply, enjoying the way that Wolfram’s skin colored just a bit. Forcing himself to break the contact between them, he pulled his hand away and set it at his side. For a moment or two there was no conversation. Wolfram needed a break to get himself composed.
“Wolfram, you know what?” James began, taking advantage of the sudden silence between them. “You truly are something. To say that I’m glad that I have come would be a great understatement.” There was still no response from the other boy, so he smiled more and continued, “The way you care so deeply and loyally for close people in your life its....well, it is something to be greatly admired.”
With every word that James spoke, Wolfram could feel himself getting warmer and warmer. By now, his pulse was racing, and he knew he was blushing like wild. Hearing such words from such a wonderful person it was...overwhelming. Biting his lips, he did all he could manage as a response.
“Thank you,” he said softly, looking at the ground out of embarrassment.
Instantaneously, he felt a familiar hand on his chin again, raising his vision to meet the beautiful eyes that captivated him with every glance. “I mean it,” James muttered, causing shivers down Wolfram’s spine, “You are a beautiful person and anyone who does not see that is a fool.” The blond bit his lip even harder.
James smiled at this adorable expression, feeling the urge to kiss the boy that belonged to the chin he was holding. He knew this was not quite smart so with great strength, he forced himself to detach from Wolfram and look away. A few moments passed with no words exchanged between the two boys. One small gesture, however, was enough to capture James’ attention once more. His eyes widened.
When he turned back, he was met with a great surprise. James found his hand still at his side as he had left it, but only this time it was being held. Atop it laid a much paler hand, one that most definitely belonged to the beautiful person that he so admired. He raised his gaze to meet Wolfram’s.
At that moment, surprised eyes met unsure ones. The look of nervousness in those striking emerald eyes only made James more sure of what he felt in his gut he ought to do. Taking the trembling hand in his own, he turned to face him more head on. Then, before Wolfram had the chance to say anything, he felt a great, stinging pressure on his left cheek. His eyes widened.
James had slapped him.
Author: yaoixaddiction
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram, OC, Yuuri [these are the main three, at least.]
Genre: Romance/Drama
Chapter: Two
Summary: It was a normal night for Wolfram, waiting impatiently for his fiancee to return from a party. There was no way he would expect someone to be there just for him. [p.s. i suck at summaries. xD]
A/N: Okay...so I'm not really sure if i posted the second chapter under this community yet, so if i have, i'm sorry. But, here is the second one if i haven't.
Laughing genuinely at the joke at hand, James admired the pretty boy that had graced his presence. The pretty blond was currently telling of a story about his childhood, his eyes wrinkling at the memory. Those same eyes that not too long ago were filled with great amounts of tears. James tried to forget the horror of seeing such a beautiful person go through such agony. He tried to forget the terrible story told to him of a neglectful fiancee who would not show Wolfram an ounce of love or affection. Yes, he would forget it and make sure to get the blond to forget it as well.
Though this sounded like a difficult task, he was sure he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He would make sure that by the end of the night, that jack ass of a king would not cross the pretty boys head ever again. Instead, Wolfram’s head would be filled with beautiful memories. Memories that he deserved; for not only being beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well.
“James?” he heard Wolfram ask, shaking him out of his current thoughts, “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? I’m sure you’ve gotten your fill of my old memories.” Feeling a bit bad for doing most of the talking, Wolfram turned his head away slightly ashamed. He just was not used to people reaching out to him like this, so he accidently got a bit carried away with his talking.
Reaching his hand forward, James latched his pointer finger to the blonds chin made it so that they were not eye-to-eye again. Blinking in surprise, Wolfram’s eyes filled with nervousness at such an intimate gesture. James smiled sweetly, reaching his thumb up to stroke the soft pale cheek before him.
“I could never tire of hearing your voice,” he responded simply, enjoying the way that Wolfram’s skin colored just a bit. Forcing himself to break the contact between them, he pulled his hand away and set it at his side. For a moment or two there was no conversation. Wolfram needed a break to get himself composed.
“Wolfram, you know what?” James began, taking advantage of the sudden silence between them. “You truly are something. To say that I’m glad that I have come would be a great understatement.” There was still no response from the other boy, so he smiled more and continued, “The way you care so deeply and loyally for close people in your life its....well, it is something to be greatly admired.”
With every word that James spoke, Wolfram could feel himself getting warmer and warmer. By now, his pulse was racing, and he knew he was blushing like wild. Hearing such words from such a wonderful person it was...overwhelming. Biting his lips, he did all he could manage as a response.
“Thank you,” he said softly, looking at the ground out of embarrassment.
Instantaneously, he felt a familiar hand on his chin again, raising his vision to meet the beautiful eyes that captivated him with every glance. “I mean it,” James muttered, causing shivers down Wolfram’s spine, “You are a beautiful person and anyone who does not see that is a fool.” The blond bit his lip even harder.
James smiled at this adorable expression, feeling the urge to kiss the boy that belonged to the chin he was holding. He knew this was not quite smart so with great strength, he forced himself to detach from Wolfram and look away. A few moments passed with no words exchanged between the two boys. One small gesture, however, was enough to capture James’ attention once more. His eyes widened.
When he turned back, he was met with a great surprise. James found his hand still at his side as he had left it, but only this time it was being held. Atop it laid a much paler hand, one that most definitely belonged to the beautiful person that he so admired. He raised his gaze to meet Wolfram’s.
At that moment, surprised eyes met unsure ones. The look of nervousness in those striking emerald eyes only made James more sure of what he felt in his gut he ought to do. Taking the trembling hand in his own, he turned to face him more head on. Then, before Wolfram had the chance to say anything, he felt a great, stinging pressure on his left cheek. His eyes widened.
James had slapped him.