Kyou Kara Maou

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Honestly...what is up with you people and you trying to make Yuuri gay? That guy is like the straightest thing on two legs. He doesn't even like his 'fiance' and don't even get me started on Conrart! Seriously! He wants a girlfriend, not a boyfriend and he is so totally doesn't cry when Conrart *spoilers* him or when Wolfram *spoilers

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[iblamebroadway]

I'm not part of the fandom- but your icon pretty much wins everything.

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ugh, a troll thanks <3

[iblamebroadway]

Screw you, I'm just trying to give you a compliment. Excuse me for being nice, GOD.
No problem. 'S brilliant. :D

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oh yeah! Well your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! I didn't make it though, don't know who did I'm 'fraid, I found it on the internet somewhere long ago.

[midnightdiddle]

There was something strangely comforting about sharing a bed with two men.

Not, of course, that Yuuri liked sharing a bed with two men-- But who was he kidding? He did like it, sorta, in a way he really, really wouldn't ever admit to anyone. Nope. Not ever

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Yooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu BASTARD!!!!!!11!!one!!!!eleven!!!onehundredeleven!

That's alright, I like this

Just for that I'm going to break your brain!!!Wolfram loved it rough, especially when he was on the receiving end. His brothers didn't know it (not even his mother did) but he was quite the little whore when it came to sex. Not that he had had sex with anyone besides with his current partner, but he loved being thrown down, slapped around, forced to do things that would make even cool cucumber Gwendal blush

[allira_dream]

So Yuuri kept thinking that he was still, you know, straight. The dresses-part was obviously other people's fault, starting via his mother, and the engagement part was obviously a mistake and the fact that men kept copping a feel was. Well. Not his fault. So he was mostly okay. Even with the highly-violent fiancé.

And he was okay with it and it kind of stopped bothering him until his body sort of decided that 'not flailing' meant 'time to go back to interesting dreams', only that this time instead of thinking of artists or that cute girl of 1-D, he kept dreaming of...off...

...wolfram waiting in bed, eyes dark and the stupid nighty slipping of one shoulder and wolfram smirking, smug and confident as he draws him to him and

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Troooooolllll

ah, you got me bleeding