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Yuuram in Novel 1

Because yuuram is life, I will make a megapost that will include every yuuram moment in every novel and extra story we have available in English so far. 

I’ll make a post per novel and then make the megapost that will link to them when I have them all. They’ll be long but who doesn’t need a reminder of these wonderful moments in their lives? 

To make it fun, I challenge you to count the times that Yuuri calls Wolfram beautiful.

Let’s begin! 


Novel 1. ch.3
-The first time Yuuri sees Wolfram-

“As for the super beautiful shape of the fourth person, even I might be able to match his physique physically. It can’t be helped because characteristics like the length of the legs is a racial feature, like height and shoulder width and body weight. Since when did I become someone who only worries about body build. Maybe, because of that day when the second pitcher said, "You, since you’re a small target, it’ll be hard to throw a ball into you”.

Even if our bodies are evenly matched, when I just glanced up, I’ve already been defeated. How can he be this beautiful! Because of them, his face emits an aura. Although it’s likely to seem that way because of his dazzling blond hair. His looks and voice are like an older Vienna chorus boy. His white skin seems transparent, and his irises are an emerald green that make me think of the bottom of a lake, and furthermore he doesn’t have a split chin. He’s an angel, definitely an angry angel. However, being in this place, he’s also probably a beautiful Mazoku.“

Novel 1. ch.3
-Gunter talking about Shinou and Daikenja - cuz it applies

"Shinou is the darkness, and the Daikenja is the light. They yearn for each other, love each other, and are born bearing each other’s colors in body. In short, darkness is light, and light is darkness!”

Novel 1. ch.4
-Yuuri slapping Wolfram-

It seemed like he wasn’t going to stop attacking under any circumstances. Wolfram gulps down his glass, and because he’s beautiful the way he glares this way is all the more fierce.

There are moments when my small-town sense of justice can’t be suppressed. As a catcher, that’s a fatal flaw. It’s very disadvantageous in life.

Right in front of me I had slapped that beautiful face.

Novel 1. ch.6
-The reason why Yuuri chose sumo for the duel-

The common people wear trunks, while the rich people or nobles generally wear panties with ties on the side. As a gung-ho noble, Wolfram would almost positively be wearing the panties. I don’t want to see him in his underwear, but he has a figure that looks like it’d come off easily during the match. If that happens then the match is mine. You’re immediately defeated if it falls off. There is a rule for that.

From the start I take a low position, and with a quick forward movement I struck Wolfram’s waist while he was unprepared for a lunge. Instead of a loin cloth I took hold of his belt. It was an instant victory.

Novel 1. ch.7

-Wofram pov: sort of good-looking brat-

If he was going to kill him, then kill him. Although it was humiliating that this sort of good-looking brat had him by the neck, it was much more honorable to die like a warrior, than kneel and beg for his life.

Novel 1. ch.8

-Wolfram accepting the proposal-

He looked away from me oddly, lifting his chin diagonally in an unnatural way.

“And so young partners…”

Leaving behind a meaningful phrase, the aged one left the room.

Novel 1. ch.8

-Wolfram being cute-

“Are ‘grip’ and 'bat’ the names of the weapons you’re used to using?”

“No no. On of the pieces of gear you use for baseball is like a stick, as well as a glove and ball, and the pitcher throws and the batter tries to hit it, and if he does the batter becomes a runner, and the catcher takes out the runner.”

“As I thought, a life and death match.”


Novel 1. ch.8
-First time he calls Yuuri henachoko-

“At any rate a worthless maou like you can’t even ride a horse by himself! I can gallop with extra luggage on my horse without any trouble, even if you seem uncertain. You’re the first maou to be such a henchoko, so it can’t be helped!”

“D-don’t call me a henachoko!”

Novel 1. ch.9
-Second time he calls Yuuri henachoko -

“My older brother should have arrived there by now, so everything might already be under control. It isn’t that dangerous, but since you’re a henachoko don’t go where I can’t see you.”

“Don’t call me a henachoko.”

Novel 1. ch.9
- When they meet Adalbert-

“Don’t listen to him!”

Wolfram’s voice sounded hoarse as he shouted. The uneasiness made my shoulders tremble.

“Ah, huh, you could talk?!”

“Don’t listen to that guy! He’s…”

It wasn’t just my shoulders, but my arms were wrapped around his waist and his entire body was trembling. As he turned his head to face forward I could see beads of perspiration forming at the nape of his neck.

“That man, he betrayed us… He’ll try, to bring you, into his group, too.”

“Wolfram, if it hurts then don’t talk.”


“From the looks of it, they’re not planning on killing you. It’ll be troublesome if you get hurt trying to resist. Go with Adelbert for now.”

“But, you and everyone…”

“Don’t worry about us.”

I take in his words. If I leave them behind, what will happen to them?

Wolfram whispers briefly again.

“Hurry and go, Yuuri!”


Novel 1. ch.9
-Interesting foreshadowing-

“No, I’ll shout, I’m allowed to shout! I’ll be Japanese until I’m twenty, even if I have the soul of the maou, I’ll be Japanese until I come of age. I think Japan is more peaceful that this country, so even if you tell me to stop I’ll continue talking! I oppose war, completely oppose, I’ll oppose it my whole life, even if in death I’ll oppose it!”


Novel 1. ch.10
General knowledge -Gunter

“As I explained to you, majutsu is a quality of the soul. Your majesty, having the soul of the maou, can make the four elements obey you gladly, without going through the trouble of taking the oath and such things.”

Novel 1. ch.10

-Are you seeing this, Gyun-gyun!?-

From the far side of the corridor, the blond with wavy hair comes running. The intense navy blue uniform suits him; the mazoku Prince Wolfram. 'Although he’s a man he’s this beautiful, Günter’ I muttered in a sigh.

Novel 1. ch.10

— Golden wings—

“Appearing without any treasure, don’t embarrass my older brother and me!”

Before I could open my mouth to respond, Wolfram grabbed my chest and fastened a shiny golden decoration to me.


“My uncle Bielefeld gave this to me when I was a child. It doesn’t have any special origin, but it suits someone who hasn’t gone out on the battlefield, let alone military merit. Anyway, considering Yuuri can’t even ride a horse, he’s the most henachoko king in history.”

“Don’t call me a henachoko~.”

“All right, settle down.”

When he says all that in unnaturally fast speech, Wolfram half-runs away.

The present fastened to the left side of my chest is a gold bird with both wings spread. Conrad smugly gazes after his little brother’s back.

“It seems Wolfram has taken a liking to Your Majesty.”

“Eeeeeh?! That Haughty-Whatever-Sama Royal Highness!?”

anonymous asked:

How would u described the MPHFPC character's looks in the book?

Hugh: very very tol, from Japanese descent, wears dark goggles bc he’s sensitive to bright light and prone to bad headaches, very long legs and surprisingly strong arms, always has a couple bees around his mouth, dark brown eyes, well kept black hair that typically is underneath his golfer cap (Fiona really wished that thing gets lost)

Millard: also very tol, freckles, he used to be a little on the chubby side when he was young, once he became older & taller he lost the baby fat but still had some beautiful stretch marks to show (well he’s invisible but you get what mean), he has striking green eyes, lanky arms and legs, super messy brown hair, and dimples, DIMPLES EVERYWHERE!!

Horace: Lil short stack, dazzling blue eyes, slicked blonde hair, his ears are a little big which makes him a bit insecure which is why he wears his top hat 24/7, long legs and short torso, sparkling smile that can blind anyone (he really has a thing for over whitening his teeth)

Fiona: wild reddish black hair, She’s African Irish, very round and bright face, broad shoulders, beauty marks and freckles galore, she has prominent one by the left side of her mouth, beautiful golden greenish eyes, always is barefoot, she never shaves her legs :)

Emma: long blonde hair, dark brown eyes almost black, strong arms & broad shoulders, frown lines, very full eyebrows, small nose and very full lips, not very tall, not very busty but has some shape, when she smiles she has very cute dimples

Enoch: dirty blonde hair, SMOL, a cute LIL nose that kinda points upwards making him look a little stuck up, very very very green eyes that look glossy all the time, dark rings under his eyes, always seems to have dirt or blood smudged onto his face, his teeth are a little crooked

Olive: strawberry blonde thin hair, cute little smile, her cheeks are always flushed with color, hazel eyes, very strong for such a SMOL child, freckles all over her face and body

Jacob: Average height, green eyes, thick black messy hair, sweaty awkward teen,very long arms, lots of birth marks, face isn’t very clear, breaks out mostly on his forehead where his hair comes over, does the awkward side smile a lot

Claire: bright blue eyes and bouncy curly blonde hair, small mousy face, always has her nails painted, cute little smiles ;)

Bronwyn: light brown pixie cut hair, very busty, large muscular arms and legs, doesn’t like to shave her legs bc honestly who does, has a very contagious smile, beautiful light brown eyes, Filipino descent


At the beginning of this year, my best friend and I drove down the Great Ocean Road. We went around a curve in the road and I drew in my breath because the forests were laid out before me in a startling contrast of gold lace against shadow. The next moment I realised, with another quieter shock, that the shining woods were burned land and the bright leaves were ashes.

It was my first time in Australia, and I loved it so much that I planned to go back this winter. But for a while before that, I was enjoying being in Ireland with Loved Ones, etc.

MUM: So you’re getting ready for Australia.
SARAH: Yep, I bought ankle boots!
MUM: Cool priorities. You might want to see the doctor before you go, just for a check-up about being so worn down and that cough.

I went in for a quick check-up. I wasn’t all that concerned. Writers are just sick a lot: we have an awesome job, but we also have a weird job where you often overwork and keep odd hours and do not take care of yourself. A guy I know worked so hard he got shingles and lost his hair. One of my close writer friends got pneumonia and broke her rib coughing. I got pneumonia from overwork four years ago, and since then have had recurring bouts of bronchitis or pneumonia, depending on my luck! So I went to the doctor and was like ‘Check me out, not to brag but I haven’t had bronchitis since February and it is September, but if you could do something about the persistent cough that would be great.’

Away I went. A few days later it was my birthday, and my phone rang. I was asleep, due to being a lazy toad who regularly wakes up at I’m-too-ashamed-to-tell-you o’clock. I flailed about in my bedsheets and seized the phone, assuming muzzily it was a Loved One with birthday wishes.

SARAH: Hey, sweetie!
DOCTOR: Er, hello… this is your G.P…
SARAH: Hey, er… doctor sweetie… I just feel very close to you since the thermometer incident… No. Uh, why are you calling?
DOCTOR: So your haemoglobin is half the haemoglobin of a normal person’s.
DOCTOR: I would never have thought you were as sick as you are when I saw you!
SARAH: I cannot say you have a soothing bedphoneside manner, doctor.
DOCTOR: Go to the hospital. Soon.
SARAH: Okay, I promise I will. Soon!

(Cut for super length and pictures, but I hope you read on!)

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Oh my god. So guys, guess what happened to me today. I have art class for second period with my friend Ubi. We always talk about the weirdest shit and just fool around. Well there’s a guy in our class who is super hot, you know…dazzling smile, blue eyes, blond hair, tall, muscular, he’s an artist, and he’s really nice. Today, he walked past Ubi to go sharpen his pencil or something and we’re just sitting there talking about how we would tap dat ass so hard(literally). He walks back to his seat, and as he’s walking back to his seat, he turns and stares right at us with this smirk and I was like like ‘DID HE REALLY JUST FUCKING HEAR ALL OF THAT!?!?’

And so we laughed about it for the next 54325267t1241526488822 years

ML: If you give a cat a cookie chapter 3

Link to chapter 1 here

chapter two here

Paris is a beautiful city. Having lived there all her life, Marinette was use to seeing the buildings, parks, gardens, etc. As ladybug, her view of the city was expanded upon further, seeing it from the rooftops helped show the blunette how marvelous it looked. But this was an experience that was beyond what she had ever known.

She was being carried bridal style as Chat noir effortlessly jumped from rooftop. She was without her costume, the only thing keeping her from falling was the blonde hero in a black cat suit. She could feel every step he took as he dashed, she could feel his arms cradling her softly, yet firm to ensure she was secure. She could feel the wind blow her hair back and see all of the cities shining lights.

It was exhilarating, but yet somehow serene. Normal people would be terrified by the concept of seeing the city this way. But she was having the time of her life!

“This is incredible!” Marinette exclaimed as the cat hero jumped over an impressive gap between rooftops. The blonde teen smiled at the girls excitement.

He could hardly believe that this was happening. He was holding the girl of his dreams as he carried her around the city. Seeing her laugh and smile from the excitement. This night was one of the bests nights of his life, and the night had only just begun.

“I am glad you like your gift Princess. Any places you would like to see? Consider me as your purrsonal Trans-Paw-tation for the evening.” Chat noir smirked as he heard he giggle at his line.

“That was terrible.” She stifled a laugh. She still thought his puns were cheesy, but it was part of his charm.

“But it did managed to get a cute giggle from you, so it served its purpose.” The cat’s grin growing. Her kind laugh was always something that would always make his day no matter how tired he was.

“Fair enough, how about the Eiffel tower? Call it Cliché, but it is my favorite monument in all of Paris”

“Excellent Choice Princess. Though I would highly recommend you hold on tight for this one.” Chat noir answered as his cheshire grin graced his lips.

Marinette wrapped her arms around chat’s neck as the cat hero slightly tightened his hold on her. In a moment, Chat noir sprinted at top speed towards the metal tower.

Within a few minutes, Chat noir and Marinette were right in front of the magnificent monument. Chat noir gently let Marinette down as he pulled out his staff. He extend it to the height of his body and looked at the blunette.

“Going up?” He asked rhetorically. She moved close to him. Chat noir wrapped his arm around her waist as she held on to his shoulders. Chat made his staff extend upright in the blink of an eye. Now just a bit above the top floor of the tower, Chat noir helped Marinette get on to the highest balcony before getting on himself. He retracted his staff back to it’s normal size before putting it back in its place. 

It was absolutely gorgeous. Marinette had been on the Eiffel tower far more times then she could count, yet the view was always incredible. Especially in the night sky with the city lights below shining. The view always seemed to have a magical principal about it, like a place would only see in their dreams or in fantasy novels.

“So Princess, how do you like the view?” His eyes transfixed

“It is amazing Chat noir. Thank you.” Marinette thanked him as her blue eyes sparkled with admiration and gratitude. The blonde teen smiled at the girls kind words. “What do you think of the view?”

“It is something spectacular. I could see this astounding beauty everyday for the rest of my life and still be blown away by how incredible it is. If you were talking about the view from the Eiffel tower, that too is pretty astounding.” Chat noir replied flirtatiously.

“Silly cat. “ Marinette laughed at the flirty comment. Doing her best not to turn completely red from his cheesy yet charming flirtations.

A cold gust of wind hit the two, causing Marinette to shiver a bit. Chat noir noticed the subtle shake and took off the hoodie she had given him. He quickly gave it to her.

“Now I wouldn’t want you getting a cold on my watch. Put this on.”

Marinette felt her face heat up at his kind gesture.

“I-I-I couldn’t! If I took it.. You would be cold.” Marinette stammered as she held the hoodie.

“I am perfectly fine. I am use to being up here, plus all of the travel around the city has warmed me up plenty.” Chat noir reasoned.

Marinette sighed in defeat and put on the hoodie. It was a bit big on her since it was made for him. It felt warm and instantly made Marinette feel cozier then before. She even noticed that his scent was now absorbed into the fabric, which seemed to make her feel even warmer. She felt a twinge of embarrassment at noticing his scent, but she decided to ignore it for now.

“Feeling warmer now princess?”

Marinette pulled the hood over her head and nodded. Chat noir couldn’t help but find this action adorable.

“Good. So where do you want to go nex…”

Suddenly the blunette pulled the cat hero into a soft hug. Catching the cat completely off guard.

“D-Do you mind if we just stay here for a bit longer? It is really amazing up here.” Marinette asked as she looked up into his eyes. The eye contact made them both realize how close the both were.

The world around the two seemed to fade as he returned her hug. The city’s lights seemed dimmer, and the bustling sounds were quiet whispers. The black cat hero’s emerald green eyes were transfixed on Marinette’s bell blue eyes. Their heart beats seemed to synchronize along with their breathes.

Both of their faces mere centimeters from one another. Both could instinctually feel the atmosphere that they were in. Both were innocent in their pursuit of love, so pure. But the feeling that was enveloping them was something that seemed intriguingly powerful.

“Princess…” Chat noir breathed softly in her ear. Marinette’s ears burning at the nickname.

“Y-Yes Chat?” She answered softly, as if raising her voice above a whisper would shatter the world around them.

“I… I would….” he gulped hard and continued. “I.. would love-Like to… to…” His face going red as he tried to say what he wanted to.


“To kiss you… I would very much like to kiss you.” Chat noir managed to say. His ears ringing in anticipation for her response.

Marinette felt time stop as the words exited his mouth. His nervous smile and warm emerald look cemented that his words were genuine. Marinette prayed that this was not a dream.

“If it isn’t okay, you can say…” Marinette used her hand and gently cupped his cheek, pulling her face closer to his.

There lips made contact. It was a light touch, a peck, a simple taste. The two parted lips for a second to process what was happening. 

The second kiss was where everything clicked. This was the kiss that blew the doubts of whether this was real or not out of their mind. The confirmation of the feelings they had for one another. It was bright, powerful, and dazzling. Like a firework explosion.

The second kiss quickly turned to a third kiss, which transformed into a fourth. Each kiss becoming more passionate then the last.

After several minutes, the two finally stop to catch their breathes. The two both reflecting on what had just happened.

 “Wow. That was… that was… Dazzling!” The blonde hero  breathed heavily, the kiss taking far more of his energy than the trip around paris. The cold wind felt nice on his red face. He could get struck by lightning three times in a row and still claim to be the luckiest person in the world.

“Definitely.” Marinette agreed. Her face practically radiating heat after the event that just transpired. She felt like she was about to explode from happiness.

An hour had passed when Chat noir had brought Marinette back to her balcony.

“And now you are safe at home.” Chat noir declared.

“Indeed I am. Thank you for that lovely gift.” Marinette said as she smiled at the ground, she felt a bit sad that their time had ended so soon.

“I am glad you liked it.” The blonde responded happily. “Purrhaps I could come by again? If you will have me.”

Marinette looked up to see the cat as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“How about next Saturday? Same time as today. I would definitely like to see you again.” 

Chat noir’s eyes began to shine at the comment.

“I look forward to it.” Chat noir then approached Marinette, “May I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

 He excitingly kissed her, which she happily reciprocated. The two enjoying the tender moment. After he broke the kiss.

“Until next time My princess.” 

Marinette watched as he disappeared into the darkness. She sighed sweetly as she put her hands on her chest, realizing that he forgot to take his hoodie back.

“That silly cat forgot his hoodie.”

Chat noir made it back to his room and transformed back into his civil lain self. He landed on his bed with his heart pounding like an engine.

“Congrats kid. You actually managed to kiss her. She even wants to see your mug next week. I am honestly impressed. Though there is no way you should keep this up. This is a huge waste of my powers” His black kwami stated.

Adrien still on cloud nine. He kissed Marinette! He actually did it. It was something absolutely astounding.

“Plagg, I will get you a wheel of Camembert tomorrow.”

“Make it two wheels and I won’t fight you on it for a month.”

“Ill get you 5 wheels.”

“Do it for as long as you like best host in the world.” Plagg shouted in joy.

Adrien felt himself begin to drift off into sleep. His dreams replaying the events of the night over in his head.

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The Christmas Spent Alone: Part one of three

TITLE: The Christmas Spent Alone


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic


GENRE:  romance / angst / fluff

FIC SUMMARY: Clara is spending Christmas alone until her neighbor shows up at her front door and her holidays suddenly become more interesting.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I know I never written something in a long time AND it’s really odd of me to not write anything christmas theme related since it is in three days. So, this is it. I will update one part each day and the last part on Christmas. :D i hope you like it! Each chapter is fairly short but hopefully fluffy and interesting. I would love to hear what you think. 

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Big-Sister Talk.

Swarto one-shot, totally SFW, SFF and fictional! 1000+ words, thoughts?

Replying to one last email and closing her laptop with a soft thud Sarah breathed a contented sigh. Off the clock at last. Rising from her post on the sofa she quietly padded into the kitchen.

‘I’m going out babe! See you later’ a voice called, echoing throughout their shared apartment.

'Wait, Hannah’ Sarah frowned, and rounded the corner to see her girlfriend pulling on her jacket.

'Where’re you going’ the blonde questioned, confusion pooling in her green eyes.

'I have plans’ Hannah smiled, grabbing her keys from the shallow bowl by the door.

'Plans..? Hannah I’m your manager, I know when you have meetings, appointments and all that shit. You’re free tonight’ Sarah stated, a small frown creasing her forehead.

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anonymous asked:

Ummm... Any AkaKuroKi (Akashi--->Kuroko<---Kise) fics? :D I only know a few and would love to find some more >w< Yandere!Kise or Yandere!Akashi would be fine too >///< Thank you~

Oooh, that’s rather interesting! This was fun to look for haha.

The Vindictive Paradise by Bondmaiden on FF.N

Summary: Kuroko’s only sixteen when he enters Emperor Akashi’s household as one of his Imperial Consorts. And to survive, he either has to gain the title of His Majesty’s favourite, or live the rest of his life away in abandonment.

Notes: Historical!AU with A/B/O elements. It just started and it’s very intriguing so far! Eventual AkaKuro/KiKuro.

A Beautiful Affair by Kato Chinatsu on FF.N

Summary: “I think I am in love with you.” The point of no return. An unconditional love is always tested through and through by the devilish hands of time. With the addition of another soul into that heart that is still mending, would Kuroko’s soul still gaze back to Akashi’s heart, or will he seek refuge in Kise’s warm disposition? A conflict between brothers; the prize: Kuroko’s heart.

Notes: Have not read myself. AkaKuroKi. 

White Love by Axile ‘Vion’ Raiz on FF.N

Summary: Kuroko just doesn’t feel the love he used to receive from his fiance. Thus he seeks comfort and somehow ended up falling for a dazzling blonde. A model, and also his fiance’s older step brother.

Notes: AkaKuroKi

Modern Day Doom by Anglo-Chan on FF.N

Summary: Tetsuya Kuroko is being smothered in love as five gangs fight it to the death for his heart. The love-smitten gang leaders don’t realize love is a river, and it is possible to drown. 

Notes: Yandere!GOM.

Endangered by Al-Saiduq on FF.N

Summary: “He did not plan to give him up to anyone. Not to Murasakibara, not to Midorima, not to Akashi even. And definitely not to Aomine. ” Kise’s infatuation with Kuroko is taken to another league of possessiveness.

Notes: Yandere!Kise. KiKuro.

The One Time Kise is the Big Buff Hero by fithablink on AO3

Summary: Kise is Hogwarts’ champion for Triwizard Tournament.

Notes: Harry Potter!AU. KiKuro. Slight AkaKuro. Incomplete. But I love this fic so much.

Walking on Broken Glass by Sasukeswind on AO3

Summary: Kise-kun didn’t know a thing about Kuroko’s past. He didn’t know that he loved an insane man, and the blue-haired tried his best to hide this past of his.

Notes: Yandere!KiKuro. Yes, as in the both of them.

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