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Pharaoh Seth's Great Royal Wife has only one request to make of him - let her name their unborn child. But the only name she wants is the only name they are forbidden to speak.
Even though I adore Rival, Host, and Guard, you know I gotta ask for some Dragonshipping.
I know you do, bestie, I know you well.
Ink asked for post- Battle City! Sfw, under the cut!
At the end of their duel in the alleyway, Jonouchi says to Yugi, âYouâre shaking.â
It is not Yugi, though, per se, though it is his body trembling. It is the rich voice of his spirit half that says, âI am.â Jonouchi approaches him slowly, duel disk folded back against his arm again, and he stands very close to his friend. Yami half laughs, âI-Itâs funny, now that everything is alright, I think itâs hitting meâŚâ He swallows and looks up into Jonouchiâs amber colored eyes, âHow much itâŚwasnât alright.â
He doesnât say anything at first, shifting on his heels. âIt is now.â
âMhm.â He nods, but the trembling hasnât stopped. âI just donâtâŚknow what I would have doneâŚif Iâd really lost you.â He has ideas, though. He would have hurt Kaiba, certainly, for allowing that ridiculous farce to go on, and for what? His own egomaniacal pride. He still wants to. And Marik, he thinks he knows so much of the shadows, not half of what the Spirit of the Puzzle knows-
Thatâs wrong. Yugiâs gentle voice from within him, warm and golden, like the first ray of the dawn. Marik was a victim, too. Everything turned out right now, I donât want to focus on hurting people. But itâs hard. Itâs still hard, and thereâs so much of him inside thatâs burning and full of rage- I-I feel that, too- Where does one stop and the other begin?
âHey.â Jonouchi is so close, Yami closes his eyes and breathes in the rich, musky smell of him. Itâs not cologne, itâs more natural, with just hints of his soap; a lingering odor of cigarettes, not overwhelming. The scent of late teenage angst on the burgeoning edge of manhood.
He feels dizzy.
âYuge- you wanna sit down?â
âItâs notâŚIâm not-âÂ
Jonouchi assesses him. âYouâre the other piece of him. The pharaoh, whatsit.â
âSomething like that, yesâŚâ He looks up at him with eyes burning with want, and his throat feels dry. If he really was the Pharaoh Isis said of him, these are things he probably knew, in his own time, in his own body. What it is to want, to have that want slaked on a cool mouth, like water flowing from a pitcher-
Jonouchi has steered him against a brick wall, leaning over him, the shadow his body casts is cool. âListen - gotta slow that roll.â Apparently his eyes have been betraying him, even if his mouth hasnât spoken. âWouldnât be right - kissinâ my friend when somebody else is behind the wheel, know what I mean?â
âYesâŚIâve taken so much already, done so much to a body that isnât mine⌠He doesnât complain, but-â
âHe never would.â
âIf I werenât Yugi at all-â His breath comes heavy. âWould you kiss me then?â
âHow can I answer that?â The point is a fair one. âWho would you be if you werenât also Yugi?â He thinks that he would like to know.
For the YGO request, Guardshipping with the prompt "spoiled." Thank you.
Anon, you are so legit. I salute you.
NSFW and a bit of kink below the cut!
"What you are is spoiled."
Isono looms over him in the bed, Seto's long limbs a helpless tangle, white cheeks flushed. Difficult not to spoil a pretty piece of porcelain like this.
"Am not." Seto looks up at him with hot, pouting blue eyes. "I am not spoiled, Daddy."
"Oh yes, you are..." He plods kisses across his collarbone, down the chest- He's broadened out so much from the coltish boy he used to be, intent on building the muscle needed for handling the pressures of space. Isono thinks he also just likes the way it feels, the way he looks.Â
He can't say he dislikes it himself.
He runs kisses down the lines of his abs, and then the inside of his hip, and into the sweet, musky curls of dark hair between. "Constantly pitching fits if you don't get attention..." Seto whines in response. "Everything has to be done your way...Heaven help us if you don't get exactly what you want, when you want it-"
"Isono-"
He silences him when he finds his mark, mouth slipping around that sweet length of his. Seto shuts up, which is so rare with him, except for the hiss that escapes that red mouth, whole body arching off the bed in contact. Isono takes his time, feeling him twitch and go turgid in his mouth. He pulls off and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.
I feel a little bit like doing some drabbling! I can't promise they will happen, but pick a (YGO) ship, a trope, setting, or scenario, and drop it in my box! I can't promise because I'm helping my dad pack up the house this weekend, and I continue to be careful about burnout, but let's have some fun!
These CAN be NSFW, feel free to request! If you have something specific in mind, I may not go for it if it's a squick, but otherwise knock yourself out. Inspirations could be a line you want me to use, like one of those writing memes; a trope; an AU setting; have fun with it! (If it's an AU of another franchise, that may be more limited. For one thing, I have to know it. I'll take MCU and SW off the table right now.)
Ships I'll take:
Rivalshipping (Seto x Yugi)
Hostshipping (Ryou x Anzu)
Polarshipping (Mai x Jonouchi)
Dragonshipping (Atem x Jonouchi)
Revolutionshipping (Atem x Anzu)
And then the controversial set:
Guardshipping (Seto x Isono)
Royalshipping (friend and I made this one up: Seto x Isono x Yugi)
I have some I may be willing to consider (like some ships I kinda like but haven't done anything with, or could see), but I'll save those for now, and a few straight up nopes, which I will also save to avoid offending anyone who likes them. There are also ships I totally get but am unlikely to personally write.
I'm also open to platonic suggestions, you can throw in pretty much anyone, and if I'm interested, I'll do it.
I reserve the right to just not be feeling it. Not because your prompt is bad, not because I specifically dislike you, but from an unfortunate lack of spoons.
It's still the 6th in this part of the world, which means it is still the wonderful @shinayashipper 's birthday! Red is so hard on herself all the time, but words cannot express what she means to the rivalshipping community. She is the kindest, most welcoming, most prolific presence there is. She is enthusiastic, encouraging, friendly - any rival-centric place I hang out, everyone talks about how much we love Red, and if I ever heard anyone say they DON'T love Red, I will be first in line to punch them in the dick.
But luckily, I've never heard that, because EVERYONE loves Red.
So I couldn't not offer SOMETHING for this historic day. She's in love with Wife!Yugi from "East of the Sun, West of the Moon," (as everyone is), and asked for a lil' summethin' from that. Enjoy below the cut, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RED!!!!
Mokuba watches Yugi while he sits backwards in her little chair, hands atop the back and chin resting on those. He's fascinated, observing her hold up different dresses in front of herself in the mirror. The blue? The red? "If you don't like either of those, why don't you just go shopping?"
"It's not a matter of not liking them, Mokuba. Besides, I can't buy a whole new outfit for every event."
He tilts his head to the side. "Why not?"
"Well," she hangs them both up on the armoire door and sits at her vanity once more. "It isn't thrift-"
"You get an allowance, don't you?"
"I like to send as much of that home as I can, but more importantly, one shouldn't become spoiled about these things. Moderation is the soul of virtue."
"Hm." He rolls his head on his neck and makes some passing attempt at studying, but he's never very interested in the book. "Doesn't make sense to me. Why marry a rich family if you don't spend the money?"
Yugi's fingers tangle on her lap. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that."
"Why not?"
"I just wish you wouldn't. Anyway," she puts away the jewelry she'd gotten out for comparison and joins him at her writing table. "There's certainly no point in thinking of shopping for anything, until I know if your brother will be available to accept the invitation."
"You can't go to a dance by yourself?"
"It's different when you're married," she waves at him, sighing over the beautiful, engraved invitation. "This isn't a public dance, it's a private party. It would be awkward to go by myself."
"I don't understand," Mokuba shakes his head. "What does Seto have to do with that? Weren't you invited to private parties before you were married?"
"Well, yes-" She gives a flustered huff. "Alright, tell me about a dance you've been to, and I'll explain what's different."
"I haven't been to a dance."
Yugi almost falls out of her chair. "What- never?" Mokuba shakes his head. "Well, I know you're a little young, but- never?"
"Never. I don't even really know how to dance."
"Oh goodness." Without waiting for further instruction, Yugi gets up, flips on the radio, and holds her hands out to him. "Alright. Come here."
Mokuba stares at her, face going pink. "I-I can't dance with you! What if I step on your feet?"
"Better mine than some girl you fancy. Up you get, Mokuba Kaiba." As if he suddenly has two left feet, Mokuba is reluctant and awkward getting up from his chair. His face is burning red, and he can barely seem to look at Yugi as he takes her hands. "Not quite, your right hand should be on my back, like this." Steam is about pouring out of his ears as she adjusts him. "Now, we won't do any formal steps, but after that, you just sort of bounce along to the rhythm." She begins to bounce slightly, smiling at him. "Just loosen up a little, that's it. Now when your right foot goes forward, my left will go back, and so on."
He has a very difficult time of it, and he does trod a little on her feet, always with hasty murmurs of apology. "It's fine. Try not to act so scared to death." The back and forth motion is getting easier, so she starts to turn them in a circle. "And then you just go around the room this way, and you'd get through just fine."
"B-but I wouldn't know what to do with a girl in my arms for an entire song!"
Yugi snorts. "You'll figure it out, believe me - by which I mean, it's the perfect opportunity to have a conversation, just between yourselves."
"Is that what you and Seto do when you dance? You talk?"
It's Yugi's turn to go a bit pink. "Some, yes."
"What els-"
The door between Yugi's room and that of her husband is thrown open. She stops, still in the brother's arms, a jaunty tune playing along on the radio. "Seto-" He actually came home tonight - and he looks like a storm cloud in a tweed jacket.
He does not acknowledge her. "Out, Mokuba."
"Seto, Yugi was teaching me how to da-"
"I said out." The young man looks hurt, letting Yugi go with a parting glance - before scurrying out her door to his own room down the hall. Seto locks it behind him. "Well, this is a pretty little picture I interrupted."
"I was teaching Mokuba to dance," she continues where he left off, fingers knitting together without anything else to do.
"I'll bet, and a few other things, too."
Yugi's brow furrows. "Such as what?"
"'Such as what,' don't play innocent little girl games with me, Yugi." He's ripped off his jacket and thrown it onto her bed with its white-and-pink coverlet. "What kinds of games do men and women play alone in a bedroom!"
"Given that Mokuba is a boy, and not a man, I would imagine that would eliminate those games as choices."
Seto only snorts. "Fifteen is old enough for plenty of people."
She hates this. She sits here all day, aching to see him, hoping he'll say they'll go to this dance, and it's his arms she'll be in - and then he comes home, and makes everything so horrible- "I think you'd better leave, Seto." Yugi turns toward her vanity. "I don't like talking to you like this, so I think we had better just go to bed."
She only just gets warning of his movement from her mirror, that fuming face suddenly behind her and his fingers digging into her arms. "It's a capitol idea, my wife - at least the bed part."
Yugi can only give half a scream as she's lifted up and almost slammed onto her bed. Seto is yanking his tie loose. "Seto! Stop it, what are you doing!"
"My matrimonial duties." He's so incensed, he's gotten his shirt off without undoing the cuffs. Yugi yells again when he grabs her by the ankle and drags her down the bed, his mouth crashing over hers. Seto swallows the sound and ravages her mouth, turning any noise to confused whimpers, leaving her breathless. He looks like he wants to say something else, some angry thing, but he can't, or can't decide what, so he only fumes as he strips off her dress.
"I don't like you like this," Yugi tries to wriggle away, but not very hard.
"You don't like me at all." He is plodding kisses up her neck, across her collar, hands spreading over every inch of skin he uncovers. "So what else is new?"
But that isn't true, not at all - it's him that's decided he doesn't like her, with his late nights in the office, the cold responses to her attempts at closeness. If she asks to spend time with him, she's needy and clingy and demanding; if she gives up and tries to keep busy by making friendships or improving his brother's cold life one iota, she's some kind of...of slattern, or-
"Yugi." He sounds breathless, feverish, as he pulls off her various stays and ties. Seto himself is only in shirtsleeves, but he's unfastened his trousers. He seems anxious to see her bare, but in too much of a hurry to undress himself. "He's a boy. Whatever you think someone younger could give you, he can't, I'll show you. It takes a man to truly, deeply satisfy a woman." He suddenly is kissing her there, and Yugi just about lifts off the bed. When his tongue isn't making tight circles around her clit, he pulls back, panting. "I make it good, don't I? Does anyone else?"
"Seto-" Her fingers are in his hair, tears at the corner of her eyes, shaking her head. "I-I wouldn't know- there isn't anyone else-"
"Yes..." He sounds desperate, fingers replacing his mouth and slipping within her. "Yes, because she wants to be a good wife. No one else gets to taste or to touch, do they?"
"Mm!" She shakes her head, biting her lower lip.
"You want me, don't you, Yugi, my sweet little girl?"
Her hands grip the sheets as if she might lift from the earth without them there to ground her. "Yes!" Her voice is sobbing.
There's a sound of parting fabric, his belt dropping to the floor- and suddenly Seto is above her and within her and all around her. His arms wrap her, and his mouth plods hungry kisses at her neck as he takes her - over and over and over again-
And she doesn't want it to stop, not now, not ever. Horrible as he is in these moments, she'd rather have her husband like this - than never at all.
The radio is playing love songs, she realizes now.
How are you? I hope your having a nice day! Hows the fic doing? Iâm soooo excited about itđ
Thank you so much, anon! My day is okay, I've been resting up this morning, but I'm actually sitting down to edit the next chapter of "Your Love Will Kill Me," which I assume is what you're asking about.
@pharaoh-ink and I actually wrote this RP over a period of around 8 or so months, so the whole thing is finished! Now I just go through and edit the chapters before weekly posting. We don't post all at once to be a bit of a tease and build momentum for readership.
Ink and I actually met through RP. YGO is our....fourth? fandom RPing for and the first one we started posting. We were going to post our truly, deeply amazing Emdosh RP fics from Dishonored 2, but in our hubris, we wrote them all in Discord, and it is a pain in the ASS to transfer that into a doc. I started. I....hope someday I finish, cause hell, I want to read it again.
But the good news is we learned from that, and once we started writing YGO, we did it all in Google docs and planned ahead. We loved the universe we made for YLWKM so much, it's actually planned for a trilogy. We started the second piece, but are taking a break on it due to some sticking. It's also considerably more intricate and heavy on plot, which I think I speak for both of us when I say, that is not our specialty. Our specialty is steaming hot smut.
I'd say YLWKM is probably our favorite ever - it's certainly magnum opus worthy - but we're working on an unrelated one right now that we're pretty damn in love with, so I'm not sure. I do want to say it's an honor to watch Ink's writing grow in the almost-four-years I've known them.
That's probably a longer answer than you were looking for, but I thought I'd take the opportunity to share! Thank you so much for popping into my inbox, it's been a long time since I had community interaction for anything I've written! Come on back any time, on or off anon.
Hostshipping? I never see this pairing, I'll take literally anything. Thank you! đ
I go absolutely feral for these two. Honestly, I'm not sure what I drabbled is even that good! @pharaoh-ink and I are slowly working on a terrific piece for these two, and I can otherwise recommend this fic I did. But, I hope you enjoy below!
"You wish it were the other me, don't you."
"Please, don't say that." She has enough guilt to deal with. She tries to tell herself she was a teenager, virtually a child, she didn't really know- But what she had done to Yugi, always pushing him to be someone else, it's difficult to forgive herself for. It's difficult to not know how someone without their own physical body thinks or feels about you, someone who isn't always there - someone who isn't, strictly speaking, supposed to be there.
It's difficult to know who she feels for what person. She'll always love Yugi, in some capacity-
But-
But, Bakura is grinning against the back of her neck, hands wrapped around her as she stands at the kitchen sink. He's been kidding her again. "Angel," he calls her, as he so often does. And he never cares who it is she wanted! He never holds a damned thing against her, and he makes her forgive herself in the process. "Here's the secret, little lover." He peels the rubber gloves from her hands, so it appears dishwashing is over for the present.
"There was never that much of a difference."
Anzu turns, pouting a little, mostly assessing. "I'm not sure if you're trying to make me feel better-"
"I mean it."
"Sure, you mean some part of you wanted the destruction of the world."
"Some part of everybody wants that. Some asshole runs into you and spills your coffee and doesn't say sorry - 'Humanity is garbage, we should just,' and so on." He places a kiss against her throat and her eyes close.
"And some part of Yugi wanted to light people on fire."
"I'll bet money on it."
Anzu pulls on his platinum hair. It brings his head up, dark eyes half-lidded, mouth grinning. He does look wicked like this. "You're awful."
"And you-" he leans in for another kiss, "really, really love that about me."
You may recall, @pharaoh-ink asked for #2 for Polarshipping for the 50 Kisses Prompt! (Revolutionshipping and two more Rivalshipping to be written soon!). So, enjoy!
She finds him in the hotel bar. "You pipsqueak, are you even old enough to drink?"
This tournament is in Cape Town, and Jonouchi is so relieved in his homesickness to hear a familiar voice - particularly that voice - that his smile breaks through before he can attempt to put on a persona of cool, smug indifference. Mai's rich eyes would have dragged it from him anyway. "I've been old enough for years, and you know it!"
"Have you?" She slides into the seat next to him. "Oh. You're so immature, it's difficult for me to remember."
"I'm-!" She's yanking his chain, and she's always been good at that. He takes a sip on his beer. "It's good to see you again, Mai."
"Good to see you, Jo." She flags down the bartender and asks for a cosmopolitan. "I see you made it to the semi-finals."
"You saw my duel?" He perks up again. "Hot stuff, wasn't I?"
"Sloppy with your traps, you're lucky your opponent was so green." The drink arrives and she sips it delicately. Lipstick isn't even left on the rim, she's that good. She always is. "I'd have wiped the floor with you."
And there are so many things he'd rather have her do to him on a floor. He's had too much, his eyes are soft, and so is his head, he doesn't even bristle like he should. "Maybe you'll get your chance." He means it as an innuendo, however it can be interpreted.
"Hm." She smiles at him over the rim of her glass, dangerous, gorgeous, a harpy and a lady all herself. There are times Jonouchi would welcome those claws. "You can keep dreaming, I'm taking out Ryuzaki tomorrow. And then, the finals, and I take the African crown."
"Yeah? It'll look good on you."
She smirks at him, and loses some of her edge. "You're a softie."
"Guess so. I'm just so happy not to drink by myself, I..." He doesn't have to say anything else.
Mai leans against the bar, her curtain of blonde curls falling in a wave behind her. "It's tougher, without Yugi joining you, huh?"
"Pah," Jonouchi shrugs. "He's happy making games in Domino, so I'm happy, too."
"And your sister?"
"She's happy in school. She'll want me to say, 'hi,' for her."
"And you? When are you happy?"
Jonouchi smiles at her. "Right now, Mai."
She's flustered by the comment, her nose wrinkles and her eyes get hot. "Oh- you-! You're doing this on purpose to psych me out."
"Is it working?"
"Shut up." She leans forward and pecks him on the mouth. He gets the briefest taste of cranberries. She pulls back just as quickly, nd they gaze at one another, surprise of the moment rolling off them-
Jonouchi launches forward, and finds Mai Kujaku fits as well in his arms as he always imagined, though their teeth keep clashing on this first, serious kiss. They part for breath, and while the hotel bar isn't crowded, they aren't alone, people have noticed - perhaps all the more for how empty it is.
"Uh..." His ears blush very slightly. "My room?"
"I'm not spending the night," she tells him, getting an arm free to flick her hair over her shoulder.
"It's not like that, Mai."
He's so earnest when he says it, still so much that innocent kid - she smiles back. "You know something - I believe you."
