Summary: Wolfram, Yuuri, and Greta partake in Earth wintertime traditions. A series of oneshots.
Pairings: WolframxYuuri (well. . . sorta?)
Warnings: Cuteness, too many comma inserted pointlessly
Wintertime Traditions
Imagine your OTP in a snowball fight ~ OTP Prompts . tumbr. Com
New season, new batch of untrained soldiers. Wolfram let out a sigh as he watched the pathetic display before him. These men could barely hold up a sword. Even his wimpy fiancé could probably win in a duel with these losers without using magic. Yet here he was, out here in the freezing cold, being forced to train these monkeys with swords.
"This is hopeless." Wolfram whispered to himself. He mulled over what training techniques he could use before something cold and solid hit the back of his head. He immediately froze up. Any chattering that may have been going on between the soldiers disintegrated into complete silence. Wolfram whipped around, fireball in hand, only to see nothing. His scowl deepened.
"Run laps!" He ordered to the soldiers, "I'll be back shorty."
He took a few steps toward the direction from which the snowball was thrown.
"And if any of you slack off-" Before he could finish, the young men collectively began to run laps around the castle.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard a small, girlish giggle. A medium sized, snow-covered bush that sat against the stone side of the castle rustled slightly. He walked over to it and peered behind the bush only to find two curled up figures.
"Oh! Papa Wolf!" Greta cried and waved nervously. Yuuri sat beside her and was obviously trying to hold back laughter. She gave Wolfram a small, shaky smile.
"Hello Greta. Yuuri." He gave them both a cold glare.
"D-Don't you have soldiers to train?" Yuuri said and Greta furiously nodded.
"Do I?"
SMACK
A ball of snow hit Yuuri's chest and smirk formed on Wolfram's face. The two stared at each other until another ball hit Wolfram. Greta laughed and began to form another snowball. A tall figure walked toward the three. Gwendal cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Your Majesty, you need to-" A large snowball hit his face, followed by shrill laughter.
Not much of an actually snowball fight, but next chappie should be much better. I'm, uh, very inspired for that one ;)
Not in a naughty way! Perverts. . .