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37. Talk about your current wips.

I touched upon that question here. But I had a few more thoughts I can share more thoughts about Side Deck if you’re interested.

Kaiba’s arm had fallen asleep. It hadn’t been that long since they had taken a post-romp nap, but long enough for that to happen.

Beside him, Jounouchi was out like a light.

Kaiba wanted to move, but wasn’t too keen on dealing with a grumpy lover.

That’s when Jounouchi started snoring.

Rolling his eyes and growling, Kaiba wiggled his arm out from under Jounouchi’s head. The rearrangement caused some blood flow to return to his arm, bringing with it sharp spikes of pain. And, as the predicted, Jounouchi stirred.

“Wahtimesit…” the blond mumbled vaguely before nestling further into Kaiba’s shoulder.

Kaiba grimaced from the renewed discomfort and perhaps the unwarranted affection.

“Stop that,” he complained, trying to get away. “My arm’s asleep.”

“Yeah, but you’re so comfy…” countered Jounouchi, slinging his arm around Kaiba’s neck.

Kaiba yanked his arm away, muttering “annoying” under his breath and making Jounouchi faceplant into the mattress.

Jounouchi sat up sputtering.

“Don’t be an ass. Thought you’d be in a better mood after that.”

“That was before you squashed my arm flat,” Kaiba grumbled, rolling his shoulder and shaking out his arm.

Jounouchi clicked his tongue. “Little baby,” he jeered, before straddling Kaiba and leaning in close.

“Want me to kiss it better?”

Kaiba rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

Going to watch on Sunday

This started as the response to a fic prompt, but I forgot it was supposed to be non-sexual intimacy.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So here’s a citrusy pair of drabbles with overwrought style and language!

I.

Jounouchi's hair reminds him of a lion's mane, bright as his smiles and bold as his courage. Like a moth drawn to the flame, Kaiba can't not run his hands through the disheveled mess— can't not linger on the texture and weight. Jounouchi unfurls, stretches, and winds around him. Jounouchi's fingertips dance across his nape, teasing touches that burn a scorching path to his core.

Fate Map, my biopunk AU, holds a special, underdog kind of place in my heart. I would call it a labor of love as it’s not a ship-heavy fic so it gets fewer readers by comparison. It gives me a chance to world-build, which is what my childhood writing aspirations were aimed at. (Similarly in that vein was the Too narrow a space to live series before I got burnt out on the Sherlock fandom).

Wow, this is a loaded question. ;) I love a lot of different bits in Meijin Kaibaguchi: getting to explore a partnership between Jou and Kaiba, how both their vulnerabilities are slowly revealed over time, getting to combine two of my favorite canons...