NEWLYWEDS
Intro: -Flyleaf, 'I'm So Sick'- I'm happy with results! I hope you like it. Actually, I'm happy with last chapter's reviews. I now feel like I've left my mark on you all… (evil laughter in background)
A/N: Set post-series. Beware of rabid fluff-bunnies.
"Yuri! How can you be so inconsiderate? You know I hate violets. We're newlyweds; at least retain the slightest bit of your nonexistent pre-marriage dignity!"
Yuri, who was basking the sunlight on a plush, window-front couch, bent his brows into an embarrassed smile. It seemed like nothing had changed - even after their wedding Yuri wore the same black uniform; Wolfram still called him a wimp; And then there was that incurable jealousy Wolfram had - now more than ever.
"Those are the famous flowers that only bloom in the third week of the first month every other summer every ten years up north, you know. They were in bloom while I was up there and reminded me of you. Guess I went and got them without thinking, huh?"
Wolfram's emerald eyes widened slightly. He blushed, sniffing the flower and humming a, 'hnn.' "They're not completely hopeless..." he murmured. The blond boy ran out of the room. Yuri could only hear they yelling for a vase to a maid and stomps toward their now-shared bedroom. He smiled as Wolfram returned after a momentary absence. Golden locks nodded as pale cheeks flustered up. "Thanks," he grumbled, cuddling up next to Yuri on the couch.
Yuri embraced Wolfram warmly and pondered. It had been this way for awhile. 'Forever,' seemed to resurface as he thought of their engagement trivial. The engagement had lasted a long while, from when he wanted nothing to do with Wolfram until he couldn't stand not having anything to do with Wolfram, and finally - finally - Wolfram was his.
"It's been five years..." Yuri recalled, whispering, fingers sliding over the ruby encased inside a golden, metal frame with beautifully engraved words of devotion and love - the best craftsmanship he could find. Wolfram muttered something which meaning was somewhere or another lost. Yuri grinned. "Five years since our wedding - you can only be a newlywed for so long, Wolf."
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