DRABBLE TIME.
I have decided Wolfram's nightie is teh win, and that my fetish just turned into an overwhelming obsession. I've concluded that I must feed this obsession to survive.
So, I present the first of what I'm calling the Nightie Series XD
I'm going to write nightie drabbles until my fingers fall off and rot.
Or I run out of ideas. XD
Title: Night of the Nightie
Author: Chu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, maybe? XD
Summary: Ever wonder where Wolfram got his nightie? XD
He was pleased to note that the delivery was somewhat discrete, brought directly to his and Yuuri's room by midday with hardly any announcement and left to sit on their bed until he retrieved it some two hours later. He suspected it was his mother's doing, and for once, he was grateful for her almost accidental consideration-- he was sure the gesture wasn't born from any residual modesty. Celi was one of the few people who were not only shameless in their actions, but ignorant of the way other people might think of them. Whether or not she did so purposely, he couldn't tell.
Wolfram paused at a distant thump, like something heavy hitting the carpet in another room, and smirked to himself. Everyone else was downstairs, sharing in another one of Yuuri's traditions; something about writing down resolutions on the first of the year that made no sense to the blonde whatsoever. He suspected that noise was the sound of Gunter's Maou memorabilia hitting the floor. He was sure that if his assumption was correct, each object would be picked up and properly worshipped within the course of the day.
But here, before him, was Wolfram's final Christmas present.
While Christmas was a new holiday to Shinmakoku, Celi had made her own tradition over the years. Every January first, she would send the same package, all containing the same thing as last year. Perhaps a different color or style, but always the same thing.
He could hear his mother's voice in the back of his mind-- After all, Wolf, what would we do without a new nightie?-- followed by Celi's brand of mischievous chortling.
As he was growing up, he'd also noticed a developing trend in his mother's choice of nightgowns. The older he got, each gown would be sexier than the last. Never trashy, though, while his mother was certainly promiscuous, she was nothing if not tasteful.
There was a card on the front, decorated by Celi's elegant handwriting, and he picked it up, somewhat bewildered. His mother had never sent a card with them before.
I decided to follow His Majesty's wonderful tradition this year, and turn over a new leaf. I know pink has always been your favorite, and I'm sure this will suit you well.
Enjoy!
Curiously, he dropped the card-- smothered in his mother's perfume and covered with tiny hearts-- and opened the box in front of him.
And burst into maniacal laughter.
He reached in, pulling the delicate material from it's casing and brushed his fingers along it reverently, luxuriating in the soft, slick feel against his skin. It felt good; so good, and he wondered how it would feel against naked flesh. The nightgown she'd given him last year was beginning to wear, and no longer had the soft sensation it once had when it was new.
It was short, and sheer to the point of being translucent. The hem was lined with a modest amount of faux fur, not enough to make it look completely garish, and hidden underneath it in the box was a lacy garter. Everything was a beautiful shade of gladioli pink.
Wolfram began to change, and when he got in bed he pulled the covers up to his neck as he waited for his fiancee to join him. It didn't take much for the blonde to figure out that his mother's annual gift had just been extended to include Yuuri, as well.
I have no idea how long I'm going to write these little drabblefics, or if I'm even going to write them on a regular basis...I'm not good with deadlines XD So be patient with me, please!
So, I present the first of what I'm calling the Nightie Series XD
I'm going to write nightie drabbles until my fingers fall off and rot.
Or I run out of ideas. XD
Title: Night of the Nightie
Author: Chu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, maybe? XD
Summary: Ever wonder where Wolfram got his nightie? XD
He was pleased to note that the delivery was somewhat discrete, brought directly to his and Yuuri's room by midday with hardly any announcement and left to sit on their bed until he retrieved it some two hours later. He suspected it was his mother's doing, and for once, he was grateful for her almost accidental consideration-- he was sure the gesture wasn't born from any residual modesty. Celi was one of the few people who were not only shameless in their actions, but ignorant of the way other people might think of them. Whether or not she did so purposely, he couldn't tell.
Wolfram paused at a distant thump, like something heavy hitting the carpet in another room, and smirked to himself. Everyone else was downstairs, sharing in another one of Yuuri's traditions; something about writing down resolutions on the first of the year that made no sense to the blonde whatsoever. He suspected that noise was the sound of Gunter's Maou memorabilia hitting the floor. He was sure that if his assumption was correct, each object would be picked up and properly worshipped within the course of the day.
But here, before him, was Wolfram's final Christmas present.
While Christmas was a new holiday to Shinmakoku, Celi had made her own tradition over the years. Every January first, she would send the same package, all containing the same thing as last year. Perhaps a different color or style, but always the same thing.
He could hear his mother's voice in the back of his mind-- After all, Wolf, what would we do without a new nightie?-- followed by Celi's brand of mischievous chortling.
As he was growing up, he'd also noticed a developing trend in his mother's choice of nightgowns. The older he got, each gown would be sexier than the last. Never trashy, though, while his mother was certainly promiscuous, she was nothing if not tasteful.
There was a card on the front, decorated by Celi's elegant handwriting, and he picked it up, somewhat bewildered. His mother had never sent a card with them before.
I decided to follow His Majesty's wonderful tradition this year, and turn over a new leaf. I know pink has always been your favorite, and I'm sure this will suit you well.
Enjoy!
Curiously, he dropped the card-- smothered in his mother's perfume and covered with tiny hearts-- and opened the box in front of him.
And burst into maniacal laughter.
He reached in, pulling the delicate material from it's casing and brushed his fingers along it reverently, luxuriating in the soft, slick feel against his skin. It felt good; so good, and he wondered how it would feel against naked flesh. The nightgown she'd given him last year was beginning to wear, and no longer had the soft sensation it once had when it was new.
It was short, and sheer to the point of being translucent. The hem was lined with a modest amount of faux fur, not enough to make it look completely garish, and hidden underneath it in the box was a lacy garter. Everything was a beautiful shade of gladioli pink.
Wolfram began to change, and when he got in bed he pulled the covers up to his neck as he waited for his fiancee to join him. It didn't take much for the blonde to figure out that his mother's annual gift had just been extended to include Yuuri, as well.
I have no idea how long I'm going to write these little drabblefics, or if I'm even going to write them on a regular basis...I'm not good with deadlines XD So be patient with me, please!