Procrastination hits me again!

[fickle]

“The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.”

Pick a pairing. Write three drabbles for that pairing, each with a different take on it: love, hate and indifference. In that order, because that’s the order they appear in the quotation. Post them in your journal, and pass this on.

See that meme? I meant to do it for psychoshipping. I really did. Instead, I ended up writing my first ever Dangershipping story/ficlet. Not even a drabble. Two full pages on Microsoft Word. I have no clue how that happened, but I'm blaming it on nekocutecatchan (or in other words, sneakily dedicating it to her) and posting it here.

...I'll take the meme later.

The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get. All critiques will be gladly accepted.



Existence.

A giggle floated lazily into the office, followed moments later by a smirking Yami no Malik and a mocking call of, “Why Se-to, working again? What a shame. I’d almost think you didn’t miss me.” The dark spirit was the only one who drawled Seto’s name in that particular manner, elongating the syllables to make it sound like a snake’s hiss followed by an axe chop.

“You’re not real.” Seto informed Yami no Malik, without looking up from his laptop. A moment later, the screen was pressed down with a deceptive gentleness, the cinnamon-golden fingers of the other boy wrapping over Seto’s slender, paler hands. The same infuriatingly relaxed laughter sounded again as Yami no Malik started to thoughtlessly bend Seto’s fingers backwards, now seated on his lap. “Silly Se-to. That is what you always say.”

“It’s just as true as the first time that I said it.” Seto coldly replied, not wincing at the feeling of his fingers being pushed to the breaking point. He refused to look at the Egyptian, instead staring at the dark wooden door from which his tormentor had entered. For that, he heard a finger snap, the sharp crack sounding even over the other’s laughter. “But Se-to, if I don’t exist, then how did that finger break?”

Changing tactics as that question was unanswerable, Seto instead reasoned flatly, “You are nothing but a part of Malik Ishtar’s mind. You cannot have a body of your own separate from him meaning you cannot be here. Hence, you do not exist.” For an answer, he received a taunting giggle and dark indigo eyes peered up at him teasingly, half-hidden by lowered eyelids. Tanned fingers deftly undoing buttons, Yami no Malik asked casually, “Does that mean I’m not undressing you?”

A silence, and the sound of heavy cloth hitting the ground with a muffled thud, the metal jingle of belts clashing against each other following. Then a stubborn, single-word reply. “Yes.”

“And that you’re not scared?” Fingers ghosting over the expanse of skin revealed, pressing against the hollow of Seto’s throat and feeling his heartbeat quicken in a way that would never be shown in his words. A curt answer, anger barely-repressed, “I don’t fear what doesn’t exist.”

Laughter sounded yet again, the golden false god sliding off the other’s lap to kneel between his legs and smirk up at him. The words that dripped off his teeth were poison-sweet, the quick flash of teeth ghostly white, seeming to almost glisten under the bright light of the office. “If I don’t exist, then obviously you won’t feel it when I do this…” A hand settled on each thigh, the gold of the bracers cold against Seto’s skin, and the psychopath bent his head after flashing the taller boy another eerie smirk.

Once more, silence fell, cold blue eyes staring steadily at the wooden door, lips pressed together in a thin line to stop any sound escaping them. Any sound at all. This wasn’t happening. There was nothing for him to feel. There was no reason for to react, because there was nothing happening for him to react to.

…and the sudden, shocked gasp that left his lips was due to him seeing a scratch on the door. Nothing to do with a clever tongue curling itself in such a manner that it tangled Seto’s very thoughts.

Again, laughter rang through the room, contaminating the very air as Yami no Malik rose to his feet, now looming over the other boy as he licked his lips, pink tongue seeming to taste the air in a snake-like manner. Wild spikes of dark golden hair covered his eyes, only the perfect cruelty of his smile showing as he guided Seto from the chair to lie over the desk instead, brown head bent to stare at the carpet. Passive. Submissive. All those things that Seto wasn’t. Which made sense. This wasn't happening, so this wasn’t Seto. Or so he told himself, with every shudder that ran through his body.

This wasn’t happening, so this wasn’t him.

Afterwards, instead of laughing, Yami no Malik half-purred as he held the other boy close to him, cradling his pretty doll within gold-laden arms. Trailing his fingers languidly over the cooling skin, he licked at the shell of the other’s ear before he spoke, “Se-to, do you still maintain that I don’t exist?”

Voice empty of all emotion, Seto answered mechanically, “You do not exist. Magic does not exist. Fairy-tales do not come true.”

Laughter. Harsh and wild and free from all constraints of sanity. All traces of playfulness disappeared from Yami no Malik’s eyes, the purple of them starting to burn like the ashes of a phoenix pyre as he tightened his grip on Seto, and cooed as a reply, “Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”

A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”

A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”

A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”

A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”

A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”

~Fin~

The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get, and I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, since I kept getting distracting which might account for the different styles used. All critiques will be gladly accepted.

Comments

[nekochancutecat.livejournal.com]

*babbles incoherently*

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[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

*grins* I'm glad that it pleased you, queen/inventor of Dangershipping.

...come to think of it, did anyone write Dangershipping before you were around? Apart from a few one-shots, I haven't found any dangershipping which wasn't written by you.

[nekochancutecat.livejournal.com]

Gaaaaaaaah. There is SO much love for you right now. You have no idea. And you've just rekindled my interest in writing Dangershipping. >>;;

And... asuras was the one who got me interested in Dangershipping, so there were people before me. XD

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

I probably don't, since I'm technically your fangirl. Fangirls tends not to believe it when their idol actually likes something that they write. ^_^ And whee for rekindling your interest in writing Dangershipping. That alone makes the time spent writing it worthwhile. *crosses fingers for more Dangershipping from Bry soon*

*clicks* Oooh. Now I have more links to pursue. Thank you very much indeed! For giving me more reasons to procrastinate. XD

[xinda.livejournal.com]

wow. I am... wow.... Um... you do realize I don't like this pairing and I enjoyed the fic and enjoyed the imagery in my head? The better thing is usually I replace characters in fics... if I don't like the pairing, I replace things here or there in my head... I didn't even bother. Something about this had it working for me... minus the finger... *cough* I shall never be prepared for such things ^^; But again, I love the last part... I LOVE it.

“Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”

A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”

A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”

A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”

A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”

A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”

Something about the words alone, I'd love to just... have quoted. Seriously. *cough* And, I still love when you write like that - with the actions broken through with words and such.

*loves this* ... *cough* I must not get into the pairing, though, b/c my four charries must stay with each other and no one else... ....

[xinda.livejournal.com]

*cough* and a meme I will not do.

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

XD, well, since I haven't even DONE the meme yet, you don't need to either.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

LoL and even when you do do it, I will not ;P

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

...why not? You can't read my stuff unless you take the meme as well.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

Because... >.> I can't do the meme ^^;

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

...why?

[xinda.livejournal.com]

...why?

*blinku* and here I thought it would be obvious... b/c... I can't do a meme that involves writing, I've already proven that ^^;;

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

I doubt the power dynamics of this fic would have let you play replace-the-char anyway. Usually, you can only do that with fics that are PWPs or have OOC chars, so I'll take it as a compliment to my writing skills that you didn't do that. ^_^

Feel free to quote that to anyone you like, but I warn you that they might get a little freaked out. XD And lol to sticking to OTPs! My current OTPS:

Changeshipping (never even though of that before ygo_rpg but now I adore it)
Psychoshipping (just don't let it know about the dangershipping I like on the side)

[xinda.livejournal.com]

Hm. Not sure. I've taken some fics and switched characters... not always easy, but have. So yes, take it as a compliment that I did not do that ^^

LoL! They might freak out? And... that makes me want to do it more ;P j/k.

^^; *cough* Well All I know is that it sucks that my top two fav's include Bakura so either way ~.~; *shrugs* ^^; and if I brought my 3rd, it'd still be involving Bakura -.-;; And I used to call Malik the slut -.- *cough* yes, your dangershipping that I'm sure if you could you'd bring it in x.x

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

lol, okay, I'll be complimented.

Whee, tell me if you do. ^_^ *used to print out stuff and stick it on her walls if she liked it enough*

XDDD, I hate the word 'slut'. What's your third, btw? My third would have to be dangershipping or clashshipping or damageshipping... my first is definitely psychoshipping. I am going to do the meme for that. ^_^

...bring it in where? Bakura would kill me if I broke him and Marik up to let Marik dominate Seto instead.

[xinda.livejournal.com]

Good.

LoL Yeah. i just have art,fanart and such on my walls - well, besides the tons of posters and such ^^; When I redo my walls and such, I should take a pic :P

^^; Hate the word slut, hmm? ^^; Oops. Yeah, a friend of mine and I joked about it - not that he really *was* one, just that the way he was often portrayed ^^; My third would probably be tendershipping... though, even fetishshipping is starting up there x.x Clash? Yay for doing the meme for that :P

Umm... Yeah, he would ~.~ Twas what I'm hoping you wouldn't do :P Then again, don't think seto-mun would go for that ^^;

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

I just have the fanart you sent me, a few works of art, some posters and a little bit of poetry. My room back home looked cooler. *pouts*

Clashshipping = Marik x Atem. *shrugs* Don't ask why, most of the time I can't stand it but I like it occasionally. And yay indeed for 3 psychoshipping drabbles to be posted.

XD, I doubt it very much! Though it could always work in an AU RP... gods, now I'm imagining Marik/Seto as the established couple, and Bakura wanting to break them up, but Marik telling Bakura that he wouldn't break anywhere near as prettily as Seto would and Bakura just smirking and saying that he wouldn't be the one getting broken, then kissing Marik before he has the chance to absorb what Bakura said...

Um. No. Bad. NO INSPIRATION FOR FICLETS, DAMN YOU!

[xinda.livejournal.com]

^^ Oooh. *pats* Well your roomates don't deserve to have their room be touched with the coolness that is your room back home... they get the next level down, b/c they're not worthy.

Aoh. Marik... Atem... dang. *cough* ~.~ No comment :P And yay for 3 psychoshipping drabbles ^-^

LOL jeez. Marik/Seto and Bakura ... yeah. If Bakura wanted to be with Marik than yeah, I could see him trying to break them up *clears throat and hisses* :P *blinku* Oi... LMFAO!!! Interesting that... I say things and they inspire ficlets o.o;; *pouts @ ideas in my head that leave many ideas that all end up with broken/lonely/loner forever Baku* x.X

Re: Arrogance and Malepreg

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

Why? I'm evil.

XD, and Devlin would be blinking and then ask what shounen-ai is, and I'd state that it's him and Malik, then he'd hiss and state that he HATES Malik and I'd wince at my mistake and hope you get me out of this.

Marik just died and they were both ghosts. I'll give you the link later. One part from the story keeps cracking me up:

"SETO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" Marik shouted in a panic.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm getting ready to fuck you." the sapphire eyed boy said, his gemstone orbs flaring.

"We don't have any lube! It's-"

"Going to hurt like hell? I know, and I hope you'e a screamer." Seto said in a low husky voice, before pulling Marik's lower cheeks apart, and positioning himself at the broken spirit's entrance. "On the count of three? one-" he then roughly thrust into the hot tight flesh, and a scream tore from Marik's throat.

Is it wrong that I find that amusing?

Marik would shiver pleasantly at the feeling of the kisses, then his eyes would fly open at feeling Bakura switch from his hand to his mouth, and he's probably half-sit up, legs sliding down to be flat against the ground as he forgets what he's supposed to be doing in the shock of it - he'd probably also ask Bakura what is he doing without thinking about how stupid that sounds.

Re: Arrogance and Malepreg

[xinda.livejournal.com]

x.x this wasn't sent to my inbox T.T

Ah, but a cool evil, which means you *can* be fair and the like ;P

*dies* x.x I'd probably do more wincing than glaring at you, and would go to the computer and start searching for some shounen-ai of hugging/kissing/light fluff stuff and point out to him that that is what shounen-ai is, and hoping that by answering that question it'll distract him from what you said.

Is it wrong that I find that amusing?

X.x Is it wrong that I laughed at that? If not, then no :P x.x jeez >.> *SMACKs Seto* >.>

Bakura would be smirking from the shiver and chuckle slightly with Marik's length still in his mouth at how the Marik reacted... He'd pull away from Marik and half-smirk, half-laugh and ask Marik what does it look like he's doing and then flick his tongue over Marik's cock while waiting for an answer from the other, tilting his head in what might have looked innocent if he wasn't doing what he was doing.

Re: Arrogance and Malepreg

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

*smirks* Or I can choose not to be fair and just be coolly evil.

And Devlin would look at the pictures and blink, then yell that he'd never do anything like that with Malik and that he's going to tell Bakura what I said, and then I'd yell back that I'll drown him if he tries, and he'd tell me to go ahead and try, he thinks that I'd die first...

lol, well, we're both weird then. And think that Seto has no chance in hell of being able to rape Marik.

The chuckle would probably send another shiver though Marik, and he'd be about to answer the question until Bakura's tongue flicks out, at which point he'd sort of half-jump from surprise and just stare at Bakura with wide, shocked eyes and ask in sheer surprise "Aren't you supposed to be fucking me?!"

Re: Arrogance and Malepreg

[xinda.livejournal.com]

T.T

X_X I'd yell that no one is going to drown ANYONE and then tell Devlin that he doesn't need to tell Bakura something that was ... a mistake to say and turn back to the pictures and say that some of those could be Bakura and Marik -- and look at you as if telling you not to say "and more" or anything similar.

xDD *nods* I mean... wtf... how would Seto even GET Marik in that position x.x

Laughing, Bakura would roll his eyes teasingly and ask Marik if he's complaining about what Bakura's doing and would much rather just have Bakura fuck him all night, or would he not mind some more of 'this' and with this he would give a single lick over Marik and then arch a brow waiting for an answer.

Re: Arrogance and Malepreg

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

*smirks* So, arrogant yet?

XD I'd just stay quiet and hope that Devlin forgets about that and looks at the pretty boys kissing... And after a while, Devlin would get bored and ask what's the big deal about it.

I'll just have to give you the fic link - http://www.livejournal.com/community/yaoi_smut_fics/57835.html#cutid1

xDDD, the lick would send another shiver-flinch through Marik, and he'd debate pointing out that waiting for Bakura to take him is making him edgy since he doesn't know when it'll happen, but decide against it. And just kind of half-tilt his head at Bakura like he's really unsure about what's happening but say that he definitely doesn't mind and lie down, remembering to keep his legs spread for Bakura.

Re: Arrogance and Malepreg

[xinda.livejournal.com]

Nope ;P

LoL!! At least the pictures distracted him... at his question, I'd ask him what he thinks of it, instead of directly answering his question.

Thanks... >.> this'll be interesting...

jeez xD *ahem* Bakura would smirk and sigh at some of Marik's visable reactions and ask if Marik would prefer if he gave no warning or to give a warning when he finally decided to 'get on with it' - as it appeared that's how Marik is acting... While waiting for an answer, Bakura would be leaning slightly and gently go back to stroking Marik with his hand.

Re: Arrogance and Malepreg

[fickle-goddess.livejournal.com]

Well, hurry up!

XD, he'd probably just blink up at you and say that it's no big deal, it's what Kura and Marik-kie do. And I'd be resisting the temptation to say anything, until he adds that Kura and Marik-kie usually have blood added in, at which point I'd crack up again.

Tell me what you think of it.

XDDDD, Marik would instantly tense up at the idea of having no warning, panic flickering into his eyes for a moment before he forces himself to go blank again, then submissively state that it's Bakura's decision, and rock into Bakura's hand slightly, muscles relaxing as he starts getting aroused even through the fear/nervousness.