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“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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
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.”
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.
Arrogance and Malepreg
And I'd smirk and innocently reply that you're free to eat my tongue anytime, obviously just to see your reaction, and Devlin would go all wide-eyed and ask whose tongue can he eat?
Marik would just stay on the table while Bakura's silent, staring at the floor and completely ashamed that he can't deal with this... then look up at seeing the Rod placed next to him, tilt his head to a side for a second but take it as Bakura wanting him there and conscious for it so force himself to bend over the table again like before and tell Bakura to continue then, eyes closed tightly.
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*dies* I would definetely be shocked and probably start laughing at the insanity of it all and tell Devlin that NO one is eating ANYONE's tongue... (( x.x Devlin mentions kissing again and Bakura and Marik are once again involved x.x ))
Bakura would mutter 'get up, you don't have to be there anymore' and move over to where the bags are and start putting things back in them that he had pulled out and not say anything else nor look over to see Marik's expression that he had seen before he walked away.
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XD, and I'd laugh as well, and then Devlin would point out that someone said that Bakura was being eaten. And I'd probably collapse on the floor with laughter at that point.
Marik would just be really shocked but glad of the chance to be able to move, then look over at Bakura... and feel guilty. So he'd end up sliding off the table, going over to Bakura and sliding his arms around him, then thanking Bakura but telling him no, that Marik wants this, he just doesn't want to have to deal with it for the first round and if Bakura uses the Rod on him for the first time, Marik will behave for the others.
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LoL!!!! *dies* I'd take Devlin's hand and tell him that we're going to go watch movies now and he can pick a movie... *completely avoiding why you're laughing and trying not to laugh myself* xDD
Bakura would blink at what Marik says and does and point out that Marik already said that he'd regret it - and choose not to say anything specifically about that and tilts his head to look at Marik as if judging if Marik's telling the truth, but still thinking about Marik mentioning regretting it.
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XDDDD I'd be rolling on the floor and manage to gasp out between laughter that you shouldn't leave me behind, and Devlin would pout and say that he wants Bakura to watch as well.
Marik would kind of give a half-impatient shrug and point out that he'll also feel bad if it doesn't happen, so to just fuck him and that at least that way he won't be breaking his word.
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x.x I'd say then we can all stay there and wait until Bakura's done so he can watch the movie as well and nudge you to stop laughing.
Bakura would tilt his head slightly at the mention of Marik breaking his word and mutter something under his breath that he can't believe he's actually arguing about this... sigh and agree.
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XDD I'd just start laughing even more and ask you how are you going to check if they're done, and Devlin would volunteer to go check.
^_^ Marik would tilt his head as well, and kiss Bakura's shoulder or neck as gently as he can before passing Bakura the Rod again and telling him to do it.
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X_X Uhhh ~ I'd tell Devlin NOT to go check >.> There are some things he shouldn't see... and... um.. say that we can wait until Bakura comes out >.>... of the kitchen... *blinks* Though I could check.
Bakura would reluctantly take the Rod back and tilt his head to kiss Marik and ask him to lie down instead of going to the table. He'd then pull over the bag that had the lube in it, and prepare to use more than what Marik had for extra prep. while he waits for Marik to lie down.
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LOL! I'd be laughing and Devlin would want to know what is it that he's not supposed to see... and if you offered to go check, I'd probably go "OY!" and glare at you.
Marik would shiver slightly at the kiss, but obediently lie down on the floor, on his stomach so that Bakura won't have to deal with how empty eyes become when people are being controlled by the Rod.
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xDD I'd say it's better my checking then Devlin checking, right? And then point out to Devlin that there are some things, again, that he should be happy with not knowing.
Hmm... Bakura would probably remain still for a moment, with the Rod in his hand, stretch over to kiss along Marik's neck before using the Rod to control his body. He'd lean back and remain there for a moment, thinking about it and get's Marik on his hands and knees while he would grabe the lube that Marik had, all the while probably looking slightly uneasy about it. He'd also trust that Marik has a reason for lying on his stomach, and wouldn't force him to turn around/lie on his back while he silently would repeat what Marik had done to prepare himself.
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LOL! And I'd kind of half-glare at you, then suggest that we both check, then Devlin would want to know why we get to check and he doesn't.
Marik would appreciate the kiss, maybe relaxing a little before the Rod controls him. At which point he'd want to tell Bakura that he wants full control over him, so Bakura should control Marik's mind as well, not just his body, but since he's under control already, he wouldn't be able to say anything. Instead, he'd just do as the Rod commands him, and try not to think about what Bakura's doing to him.
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xDDD LMFAO!! Oh jeez... I'd start laughing and tell Devlin to ask you.
After Bakura had prepared Marik and himself as much as possible, he would pause for a moment and let the Rod's power slip slightly and ask Marik one more time if he's ready and when given the okay would put Marik under full control of the Rod, but would only wait for Marik to say something.
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XDDDD and I'd say it's because we're female, then Devlin would say that's sexist and I'd tell him it's not my fault he's male.
Marik would take the chance to ask Bakura to blank out Marik's mind as well, and say that yes, he's ready, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor and resisting the temptation to look back and try to take a kiss from Bakura's lips.
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xDDD *giggles* xDD I'd ask Devlin to just accept some things and to stop asking so many questions- some things he'll find out on his own, without asking...
Gently, Bakura would place a kiss on Marik's shoulder before pushing himself back and using the Rod to take full control over Marik's mind and body, though find it slightly strange to be doing so. Only after Marik's letting him know that he was ready would Bakura then reluctantly enter Marik and after a moment, begin to thrust into him while trying to keep in mind that while Marik doesn't feel anything now, he will later...
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LOL! And Devlin would say that he wants to find out now and I'd go really wide-eyed and protest quietly that I don't think it's a good idea... then look to you to back it up.
Marik wouldn't be aware of anything, his mind just floating around in a haze while Bakura's in control of it, but his body would push back against Bakura, since that would be what Bakura wanted - a responsive, happy-to-be-uke Marik.
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xDD Hmmm... I'd offer to ask Devlin if he wants to go to the Zoo, so Bakura can have some "bakura-time" or "Bakura and Marik time" and then when we get back, they should be done (... after the __ time)
*dies* "a responsive, happy-to-be-uke MariK" x.x *ahem* I'm half laughing/giggling and shaking my head.
Bakura would continue to repeat in his mind about Marik not currently feeling anything and would later ... so that he didn't simply take full advantage of being seme... Though, he would be slightly overwhelmed with Marik pushing against him and already the sensations he would be feeling from being seme... he would keep the Rod in his hand and his hands over Marik's hips as he would continue to thrust into the other and not stop until he climaxes. After leaning against Marik and regaining some composure, he would lie down and use the Rod to get Marik to gently lie down on his back before releasing him from the Rod's control.
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LOL! And I'd start laughing and say that by the time we've come back, they'll probably have started another round, then Devlin would ask why does it go in rounds, are they playing a game and can he play as well?
XDDD, not easy to imagine, is it?
Marik might shiver once as control comes back to him, then just stare at the ceiling for a little before gingerly twisting over and kissing Bakura, whispering 'thank you' as he does so for Bakura using the Rod... then he'd probably pull the used condom off Bakura, toss it in the trash (which would hopefully be near to them so that he doesn't need to move much) and start lightly toying with Bakura's length, knowing that it'll take a while before Bakura is ready for another round but wanting to help with that anyway... and he'd have his head resting on Bakura's chest and keep his eyes on what his hands are doing, not on Bakura. *nods*
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X_X oh yeah *cough* x.x I would tell Devlin that it's definetely not something he wants to be a part of... not with them at least >.> And then ask him again to not think about it and just be patient for Bakura... Bakura'd appreciate his patience >.>
LMFAO a happy-to-be-uke, Marik? xDD No, that's why I still find it amusing ;P
Bakura would have been staring at the ceiling until Marik kissed him and would give a single nod instead of saying anything... he'd probably also lift the Rod over and lie it next to Marik, instead of holding onto it any longer... yes, the trash would have had to be near them... close enough for Marik to not have to move too much. He'd probably wrap his arm around Marik if he could and rest his hand on Marik's back and remain silent, though unsure of what to think of Marik not looking at him.
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XDDDD I'd tell Devlin that it hurts if you're too young, and he can try when he's older, and then he'd ask if we're old enough. And I'd just stare at him and point out you're four years older.
*smirks* Ditto. Marik = unhappy uke. Bakura = bad seme.
Marik would probably nuzzle lightly against the arm slung over him, the movements soft and unsure like he's not sure how much he can do without hurting him, then maybe lick at the skin of Bakura's arm lightly, unsure as to what Bakura wants him do - he's not used to having to be submissive after all.
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*dies* X_X My being older backfires on me again x.x Uhh... >.> I'd tell him that we need to talk about something else. Now >.>
*nods* .. hey! *takes Bakura and leaves, feeling insulted* >.>
Hmm... Bakura might shift slightly and would use his other hand to tilt Marik's head so that he would be looking at him... and then shift again so that he wouldn't have to lean foward too much and kiss Marik, while keeping his other arm still wrapped around Marik.
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XDDDDDD, and Devlin would blink innocently and ask why, and I'd be snickering in the background.
*grabs them back* Don't blame me for stating the truth!
Marik would return the kiss passively, the uncertainty as evident in his eyes as his desire to please Bakura, and keep his hands busy while doing that.
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X_X I'd tell Devlin to stop asking why, *please* and that he really wouldn't wanna know any of what he's asking.
If it were all the truth, I would have no problem with that *binks* >.>
Bakura would slide his hand over Marik's and reluctantly move his hand to his side. Possibly pull away from the kiss and whisper 'what's wrong' to Marik.
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LOL! And Devlin would want to know why he should stop asking why, and I'd be cracking up and telling you that you're lucky that I'm grown up at least.
*smirks* No comment.
Denial. You are so in denial.Marik would blink at having his hand moved away, then debate for a little before reluctantly admitting that he doesn't know what he's supposed to do, not liking to admit to ignorance.
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x.x I'd glare at you and mumble that I bet you'd be doing the same thing.. then I'd give a sigh of relief that it's just Devlin I have to try to answer, then I'd offer to show Devlin some things on the computer
x.x I am not.
Bakura would laugh slightly at Marik saying he doesn't know what to do, and tell Marik not to think about whatever he's concentrating on, since there seems to be something Marik's thinking about. He'd laugh slightly, again, and tell Marik to not try to play a part, but not admit at how strange it almost is to have Marik looking so 'lost'...
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I'd nod like crazy and keep laughing, then hug you and Devlin would kind of blink and state we're both weird.
Marik would point out that he's trying to find out what he's supposed to do and flinch a little at being laughed at, half-pouting before looking away from Bakura again and just staying completely still, waiting for an order about what to do.
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