#deathshipping week

[kamydrawstuffs]

For @deathshippingweek

Day 3: Fantasy / Fiction and Supernatural / Horror

[yugiokaeri]

@deathshippingweek Day three, horror! I think Mariku would go out of his way to scare Ryou, what with his love of horror, and cheesy horror cliches like this.

[gothicbot]

Deathshipping Week, Day 3 - Fantasy and Fiction, Supernatural and Horror -- @deathshippingweek

AAAAAAAAAA THIS TOOK ME THE ENTIRE DAY TO FINISH!!!! I drew inspiration from the works of horror artist Junji Ito for this! Unfortunately for me, that meant putting in a lot of detail... Woof. But, I like how it came out!

Kim Petra’s TURN OFF THE LIGHTS album really help to motivate me to keep working on this, it’s horror-themed and awesome. :)

... I don’t think this is Ryou’s idea of a hot date. :(

[millenniumringg]

@deathshippingweek Day 1: Light/Darkness

yami malik briefly spots something that definitely doesn’t belong in the shadow realm..

[mainstream-deviant]

Deathshipping Week Day 1: Past/Future

@deathshippingweek week is here! Hurray!

Day 1: Past/Future  [I choose….BOTH! Mwa ha!]

Summary: When Ryou got home, he was greeted with the sound of wailing zombies and harsh cursing. All in all, today was a pretty good day. A series of brief snapshots looking back to the past and forward to the future of one possible timeline for Ryou and Yami Marik.

Rating: G

Words: ~750, below the cut or on A03

When Ryou got home, he was greeted with the sound of wailing zombies and harsh cursing.

He smiled at the sounds as he set his bag down. They were already becoming a pleasantly familiar greeting, and it had only been a matter of weeks. He supposed that’s the sort of thing that made so many others think he was a little…odd, sometimes. Oh well. He wandered into the kitchen to find something interesting to nibble on, and let his mind wander a bit as he ran his fingers over colourful packages of treats.

A month ago, Ryou had come home to absolute chaos.

Not the fun wailing zombie kind, either, but proper, complete, inexplicable chaos. He was fairly certain he’d done nothing but blink in confusion for a solid two minutes after he’d opened his door. What looked like every item he owned had been strewn about the apartment, and a chair had been broken into several large chunks in the entryway to boot. When he first heard the snarling sound coming from the next room, he’d thought perhaps a feral dog had broken in. The wild blond spikes would have still been a surprise even if he’d been expecting a visitor from the shadow realm, though. It had been a rather memorable day, all told.

A week later, Ryou had come home to a quiet house and a rather horribly over-steeped cup of tea sitting on the counter waiting for him.

In the days between, he’d learned that he’d inadvertently created a small pocket of liminal space in the corner of his living room. Naturally, since he hadn’t realized what he’d done and left it unattended for five bloody minutes, the ring spirit had used it to worm his way out of the shadow realm with Marik’s dark half caught in his wake. The thief had skulked off to find his old partner long before Ryou got home, leaving his companion lost and confused behind him. Ryou had wished Marik the best of luck with the spirit, and set about reintroducing his own houseguest to the world. Discovering video games as an outlet for violent urges had certainly helped the state of his furniture. They’d been settling into a kind of cautious companionship ever since, and Ryou had been delighted at the small gifts that started appearing for him, horribly over-steeped or not.

Some weeks from now, Ryou would come home to a grumpy looking Marik sitting alone on his couch.

It would turn out, ever so very shockingly, that Bakura could still be a right proper asshole. It would also turn out, rather more genuinely shockingly, that Marik’s other half still had a viciously protective streak for his former host. When Marik would come to the crux of his story, his other half would burst into the room in a rage, much to everyone’s surprise – including his, judging from the bemused look on his face afterwards. But Bakura would not end up murdered for his misdeeds, quite possibly only because Ryou marched over there himself and gave him a thorough tongue-lashing. Everyone would get along rather better after the whole debacle.

Not long after Marik’s visit, Ryou would come home to a much more successful cup of tea and an awkward attempt at affection.

By then, Marik’s other half – who would eventually settle upon the name “Kek” – would take an interest in helping cook. As a result, Ryou’s tea was always much tastier. They would settle on the couch as the pots and pans simmered, and Ryou would try his best to hold back his giggles as Kek tried to find a way to ever-so-casually thread an arm over his shoulders without looking too conspicuous. Ryou would settle in with a happy hum, and when Kek awkwardly asked if it was ok to be doing this, he’d reply with a kiss.

And eventually, one day Ryou would come home to a plate of homemade cream puffs, and be presented with a much better golden ring than the one he’d worn as a teenager.

But of course, Ryou didn’t know any of that yet. Today, he was quite content to settle down on the couch next to his odd new roommate, just in time to watch him get his character’s head blown off again and snarl at the screen in frustration. Ryou tossed the bag of sweets on the table and made a grab for the controller.

“Ok, gimme that. I’m going to show you how this is done.”

[spontaneousbluedragon]

Moonlit Meeting

For @deathshippingweek Day 6: AU

Summary: Ryou is a merman. Mariku is a mythical beast hunter on his way to get some merman for his collection. When he sees Ryou that night, however, he falls both into the water and in love ♡.

Rating: T

Word count: 950

Ao3 Link

Dragon teeth. Unicorn horn. Phoenix feathers.

He had them all and he wanted more.

Mariku sat back in the luxurious armchair in his study, admiring the various creatures' bodies and heads mounted on the wall. Each and every beast had a look of horror on its face, and rightfully so. Mariku didn't give warnings when he was about to attack.

He glanced over his collection again, noticing again the significant part missing. The headpiece of his assortment of mythical beasts.

The mermaid.

Mariku flipped through a weathered old book to a page filled with illustrations of the creatures. Their scales gleamed brighter than any dragons' scales in the light, and besides that, they were quite human-like from the waist up, save for their webbed ears.

Mariku definitely needed to get himself one soon.

The scheming hunter closed the book, violet eyes reflecting a sinister light. He would have a mermaid or merman mounted on his wall by nightfall.

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Mariku's hunt-lust was great, but he did not let it cloud his mind. Merpeople were clever creatures, usually swimming out of reach of human boats. It would take much cunning to coax them closer. His open violence would only result in his endeavor being a failure.

Instead of bringing an obvious net or spear, Mariku only showed himself. Clad in a pair of black swim trunks, he stretched himself out on the back deck of his boat and stared into the dark blue depths of the ocean, the pale moonlight shining on his dark skin.

The night was warm, and the breeze was gentle. Mariku felt his eyes closing against his wishes.

He blinked with unfocused vision as a flash of white scales seemed to flit across his vision. What was that? His mind was too hazy to comprehend as he drifted into sleep.

A merman was swimming curiously around the boat. His brown eyes landed on the sleeping blond man. Mariku. That was the name the merman had heard other humans call the man earlier. While others of his kind would avoid humans, the male could not help but sigh dreamily. Here he was again, still fantasizing about romance with mortals as a grown merman. Of course, it would probably never happen, albeit he had let Mariku glimpse him diving among the ocean waves from afar in the past. That couldn't possibly interest the blond enough to go after him.

"Think realistically, Ryou! Humans only wish to hunt our kind into extinction!" he could hear his family yelling in his mind. If anything, however, Ryou felt a bit rebellious today.

A small smile and blush crept onto his face. He would kiss Mariku and then leave. That wasn't too much to do. It was nighttime. Mariku probably wouldn't even wake up with how gentle Ryou's touches were.

Ryou gave the water a slap with his glittering white tail for motivation as he edged closer to Mariku, shifting his long white bangs behind his ears as he leaned in and closed his eyes for the final moment, webbed white ears pressed against his head in anticipation.

Mariku was sleeping when he tasted sea spray on his lips. Slowly, he opened his eyes to witness the young merman that had so naïvely approached him, lips placed on his own.

The kiss was chaste as was Ryou's nature. He opened his lovely brown eyes to Mariku's intent violet ones before falling back into the water, eyes wide with shock to see that the human in front of him had regained consciousness. He had been discovered. He hid his face behind a flowing curtain of white hair as he struggled to find words of apology in a human language, his tail waving nervously.

"I'm s-sorry, Mister Mariku. I just couldn't help myself after seeing you," he muttered, hiding his deepening blush behind his hair again as he let his face sink deeper into the water. It was true, after all. Ryou had a weakness for handsome sleeping sailors, and Mariku had fit the full description.

Mariku was fully awake now, looking into the water at the merman that had clearly fallen for him. Yes, he could take the other male right now. Spear his tail and make him bleed. Net him and behead him when he got home.

However, Mariku's violent nature had dissipated upon glimpsing those scales that gleamed like white opals under the light of the moon. Those innocent chocolate-colored eyes seemed to call to him, beckoning him to join their flustered host in the water.

For once in his life, Mariku cast off all of his own selfishness and acquiesced.

He slid smoothly into the water and gently took the merman's hand, noting how the glow of youth still emanated from the creature. Just this morning, he would have killed the merman without a second thought. But now was different. Mariku understood he could not preserve this beauty by mindless killing.

He had to claim the other's body and soul for himself a different way.

He purred into the merman's webbed ear, voice husky. "What's your name, my prince?" He now held the merman by shoulders and tail in the water. There was no escape physically or mentally. The two males stared into each other's eyes, entranced despite their differences.

Ryou's shoulders tensed shortly underneath Mariku's fingers before the reply came. "It's R-Ryou."

"Well, Ryou, if you can't help yourself, then let me help you." Without another moment's hesitation, Mariku kissed Ryou again, passion evident as he pushed their bodies underwater with the force. He repeated the gesture until Ryou was breathless as himself, tail wrapped around his leg in the water for support. "I'm never letting you escape from me again."

[justapalspal]

I love how so many people chose both for the past/future prompt choices for deathshipping week, we all just collectively channeled our “both? both, both is good” feel on this XD

[kamydrawstuffs]

For @deathshippingweek

Day 7: Free Day

Can’t complete this whole week without a kiss, can’t I?