#demonshipping

[finsterwalds]

The good place yaoi anyone?….

[aromaterra]

Was motivated to draw but didn't know what but saw my NOTP.

I have a challenge where when I see my NOTP on my dash I draw my OTP with one of the characters.

Originally thought of Yuri but since the other one looked smaller I went with Mieru.

[merryfortune]

(meant to include this other option in case you weren't up for my first) or maybe mieru/yuri +3?

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond. 

Still Accepting

Word Count: 552

   “Kiss me.” Mieru glared, her voice breathy, as she straddled Yuri.

   Yuri’s heart palpitated and his palms sweated. One moment, he had been tending to his garden. The next, he had been viciously assaulted by some pipsqueak! And for such deviant purposes, violence was one thing but this was a complete and utter other. He ought to be scandalised but, in truth, he really wasn’t. If anything, he was intrigued.

   “Oh? Give me one good reason why?” he asked, cattishly, propping himself up. 

   Mieru was so light. At least Yuri suspected that her body was light. She was so tiny. It was those clothes that gave her weight as she wore so many of them. Not that he could talk. It was one of the things that they had in common, after all.

   Yuri continued to wait for Mieru’s reply. He looked up at her, her pinky orangey coloured hair looked so stark against the violet of the sky which had just finished its sunset. It was beautiful; she was beautiful, doubly so when she was on the brink of tears like she was presently. Her glassy, green eyes began to water. Her lower lip quibbled, she was about to throw some babyish tantrum, he was certain and Yuri relished it, even if it meant being pinned beneath her. 

   “Because… because you’re my fated one.” she mumbled, pathetic.

   Yuri laughed. High and incredulous. He wriggled around slightly beneath her, propping himself up further so he could better face her. Now, he was not so much pinned as having a somewhat unwelcome guest in his lap.

   “I thought the other one was your fated one.” he said. “You know, with the Pendulums and the red hair. That one.”

   “There’s four of you. Perhaps each of you are a quarter of my fated one. So, you’re next. The other two are taken. Yuya, of course, too. Breaking Mieru’s little heart.” Mieru explained.

   “How terrible, I’m not even your second choice.” Yuri moaned. “You wound me, child.”

   “Just shut up and kiss me.” Mieru told him, pouty. 

   “You sure know how to seduce someone, don’t you?” Yuri teased her. “Tackling me to the ground, forcing me to kiss you. It’s all me, me, me, isn’t it? No respect for your prey.”

   “...Do you hate me?” Mieru asked.

   “Not at all,” Yuri told her, voice dripping with an intriguing venom, he caressed the side of her face, so round and plump, “quite the opposite in fact.” His breath turned thin as he spoke.

   Mieru prickled slightly. She hiccupped so cutely in her misery. Her confusion was so palatable. So adorable. Yuri lifted her chin slightly with his spidery fingers. This wasn’t too bad, he thought to himself, as he chastely, carefully, put his lips to hers. Against the night sky, amid his garden, yes, this wasn’t so bad at all. Even if he lied. He didn’t love her at all. He just liked to tease her.

   But the way she kissed back, holding onto the sides of his outermost jacket, like reins, could almost convince him that maybe he could be her fated one. Even if it was for a moment or a quarter. She was just so… passionate, it was wild and Yuri could find his interest very much piqued by this pipsqueak in it.

[seasaltmemories]

Shadow

Rating: T

Summary:  It was something out of a fairy-tale, what a noble knight would ask of a beautiful princess.  Deals between demons and scrawny redhead girls didn’t go this way.

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Back when Mieru swore to the gods she would search the ends of the earth if it meant reuniting with Yuya, she hadn’t thought she’d actually have to travel the entire world.  When she first set out from their small village, her plan had been simple.  She would head in the general direction the king’s guard had escaped in, and then when faced with a fork in the road she’d call on her magic crystal to show her the right way to go.

But after a weak of trudging through the forest, such shiny, idealistic notions had begun to lose their luster.  It wass hard to feel like a brave heroine when you’re covered in twigs and bug bites--when the only way you can reliably clean the dirt from your skin is rub your smelly sweat in.  She was starting to have to ration the food she had brought, and for all as dutiful to the gods as she had been, they seemed to have  no problem with sending her wandering in circles.

With a sigh, Mieru plopped on a nearby tree-stomp.  She told herself she was only taking a break, because her Darling was expecting her, and she couldn’t let him down.  He’d love her and smother her with kisses when they found each other, no matter how tangled her red curls were.  After all, true love was stronger than any evil king or inconvenient fiancee.  

However once she tried to force her aching legs to stand again, they decided that no, turning to jelly was better than pursuing romance.

The scar on Mieru’s left hand began to ache.  She had tried to ignore it for so long, yet it’s pain was becoming sharper and sharper with each passing day.  For the first time since leaving home, she confronted the shadow that trailed behind her.

“You know you don’t look a thing like me.”  Where the afternoon sun should have produce a dark doppelganger of herself, the silhouette of something inhuman crept.  At her words though, it stood and coalesced into a young boy the spitting image of Yuya himself.

“I don’t see the reason to play pretend.  Self-delusion is far from a good look on you.”  No he wasn’t exactly like her Darling.  Her studies should had prepared her to recognize the signs.

Demons were never able to get the eyes quite right.  No matter what, they always mirrored the slits of a predator.

“I don’t see how being prettier would get me out of this mess.”  She groaned as she cupped her face in her hands.  It was better to embrace tiredness.  Acknowledging her physical weakness might mask the her true unease at his presence.  “Demon, do you have any suggestions on the course of action I must take?”

He chuckled slyly at the question.  “Like I said, playing dumb does you no favors.  You know the contract we made together.”

Technically she didn’t.  When she had called on the gods to bring Yuya back to her, no matter the cost, she hadn’t expected to find this copycat bound to her instead.   With much cursing and complaining on her part, slowly she had come to understand that her prayer might have been answered indirectly.

“I can do many things to make myself useful,”  A shadow had slithered down the curve of her calf at this suggestion.  “No heart can hide its desire from me.  I will satisfy them all.”

“Can you return my Darling back to me?  He is waiting for me to take him home, I just know it!” Mieru lied.

“If you’re willing to pay the price I name, I shall do anything for you.”  The darkness seemed to almost revel at the mere notion of servitude.  “But know loyalty can only be bought by blood.”

She had allowed the demon to slice open her hand himself--even let him greedily lap as the blood that trickled slowly from the wound.  In the end, it would all be worth it if it meant Yuya would return to her side.

Since then she hadn’t summoned him.  She hadn’t wanted to risk any more mutilation if it wasn’t necessary.  Mieru told herself that she wouldn’t become another Faust.  She wouldn’t bleed herself dry to save Yuya, only to lose herself in the end.

“What would it cost for you to guide me to a safe village so that I can buy some more food that won’t poison me.  It has to be in the direction Yuya is, you can’t just dump me on the opposite side of the country.”  Mieru rattled off every possible condition she could think of, hoping to avoid any loopholes in the process.

“Let me think about it for a moment,”  He tapped a clawed finger against his chin. “What would be equivalent to your safe passage?”

Grisly images consumed Mieru’s mind.  Would he curse her so that every step she took felt as if she walked on burning coals?  Would he cut out her eyes so that she would be forced to depend on him for the rest of the trip?

“How about you privilege me with the opportunity to kiss your hand?”

Mieru blinked twice as the request registered on her ears.  “My hand?”  It was something out of a fairy-tale, what a noble knight would ask of a beautiful princess.  Deals between demons and scrawny redhead girls didn’t go this way.  “What’s the catch?  Will you eat it?!”

The demon laughed loud and long.  “Oh you are such a delight, my dear.”  He closed in on her until they were barely a breath apart.  “I simply wish to show my mistress respect.  I have not had such an honor in decades.”

Mieru tried to stay calm, but her cheeks heated all the same.  She had to regain control of this situation, before he tried to press even more boundaries.

“As long as it is just a kiss, and just on my hand, then I agree.”  She took a step back, but before she could generate much distance between them, he had already fallen to his knees and gripped her left hand.

This time as his lips traced the scar he had created, no tongue followed.  It was as pure and as chaste as that of an innocent schoolboy’s, but when his eyes looked up to meet hers, she found a very different hunger consuming them.

“Yuri...”  She hadn’t meant to say a word, yet the name fell unbidden from her lips.

“My calling me by my true name, how obscene,”  He gave a cat-like grin.  “Well it is better to know what is truly yours and what isn’t.  Follow me, it should take less that an hour before he return to civilization.”  He transformed back into his shadow form, only this time he extended towards the sun, creating a path before her.

Mieru paused to study the scar one last time.   As irrational as they might be, demons always had a motive for what they chose to steal.  Flattery and adoration didn’t change that, even if there was something nice about the attention and interest and...

She slapped her cheek.  How dare she let her mind fall right into the gutter.  What would Yuya think if he saw her wavering like this?

“Wait for me, Darling.  I’ll be there soon,”  She whispered to herself as she finally took off and followed the demon.

Still she wondered if more than simply physical exhaustion could explain why she continued to feel breathless for the rest of the day.

[finsterwalds]

Demons trying out human stuff. Yeah.

[aromaterra]

Demonshipping anyone? @arcvrarepair @twelve-to-the-highest-power Since you made it last year.

[whiteclericmaris]

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@twelve-to-the-highest-power Made the first content for it last year's rare pair week and even gave the reasoning (I just used my art as proof for the shipping blog). They had this fic with them and the characterization/dynamic had me sold. I drew it this year... because of that same petty rule I have. I had that lineart stored before rare pair week was even hosted and got tired of sh*tty post-its wanting to at least color something proper. (Now that I am forcing myself to draw OC's for each one it's a double whammy 😵 but good art practice and gives me stuff to do instead of the usual 'What do I draw now?' [Which might as well apply to sh*tty post-it arts]). I am a Mieru fan even if I don't art her often she is just so cute to me.

Thanks for the ask!

[merryfortune]

Day 2 - Beauty

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V Rare Pair Week Day 2: Demonshipping

Warnings for hand injuries and blood. 

To share in the fruit of fate is a wonderful thing. They say apples are the reward for the one who defies fate for the sake of love. However, not all sacrifices are beautiful. They are not elegant swords poised and cinematographic shadows projected onto ruddy brick walls. Sometimes, they are ugly and wounding.

Sometimes they were uneven shards of crystals and bleeding palms.

Mieru stared in awe. She watched as maroon blood dripped down the curves of her palm, through the rivets of her love and lifelines, and down her thumb until it dripped past her and splatted on the conquered ground beneath her. She swallowed and her hands shook. What remained of her apple glittered with her blood beneath her. Then, she looked up.

“Y-You’re not my Darling.” she said, as boldly and defiantly as she could.

The monster in front of her scratched his chin with his claw. He grinned like a mewling cat. 

“I’m not? I feel like I am... Mieru?” he said.

“Your not! My Darling!” Mieru yelled. “Your not Yuya!”

“I am he.” he said. “Or, at least I was. I’m still a Yu if it concerns you. Yu-ri. Not Yu-ya.”

He reached out his hand and his claws traced over Mieru’s jawline, he lifted her chin so he could properly examine the terror in her emerald eyes.

“Do-Don’t touch me!” Mieru yelled.

“To think... Yuya had a beauty such as yourself fawning over him and he would have chosen the girl who would have brought about his demise had I not... intervened.” Yuri mused.

“What did you do to Darling?” Mieru asked, her voice wavering and eyes watering.

“He lost our little duel so therefore, his soul was forfeit and now, it is I who shall inherit the title of the Demon King, our predecessor... Zarc.” Yuri informed Mieru. “But enough of that, my sweet belladonna. Let’s think to the future.”

The smile that split across Yuri’s face was evil. He let go of Mieru’s face and held her hand. He squeezed her little, doll-like hands. Her blood now on him.

“I hear you can predict the future. So, I want to be told of my kingdom to come. You will be such a delight in my court. I could make you a queen, my sweet.”

And, for the first time, Mieru did not want to think of the future. She did not want a glimpse of beyond the present. She did not want to know of the ‘kingdom’ which had Yuri at its helm.

Mieru trembled where she stood. Fate, the future, all of that gone. She thought that if she fought for love, fought with Lancers, she would be able to share in the fruit of fate but, it seems, there are no such beautiful myths of love everlasting and fated ones. At least not for her anyway.