#emblematik

Related to this dragon AU. Suggestive snippet, but nothing explicit (yet).

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"You smell—" Katsuya sniffed him again before parting his mouth to reveal his sharp fangs, and he inhaled several breaths that way before continuing. "Ripe."

Scenting, Seto realized. Katsuya, even in his current partially human form, retained a more complex olfactory sense, allowing him to detect changes in others. Such as arousal. Specifically, Seto's growing arousal as a damp, naked dragon virtually crawled into his lap.

His cheeks burned. But before he could scoot away, Katsuya pressed his nose to Seto's jaw and neck.

"You're sweet like ripened fruit," he purred.

“I don’t understand you. How you—you live with a literal demon in your head, and you made friends with it?”

“It’s—well it’s like I said before, you get used to it.”

Kaiba stared at him. “Not necessarily.”

Hello my dear!! Thank you for the asks!!

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“If you hadn’t worked yourself so hard, we wouldn’t be here…” Ishizu trailed off, her eyes flickering with the concern that she only reserved for her family.

“I’ve never been sick before,” Kaiba groaned under his breath as he shoved his face further into the pillow. “It’s always been Mokuba.”

Ishizu sighed, and continued the ritual of dunking the facecloth back into the basin to freshen the coolness. The fever wasn’t breaking yet if Kaiba was bringing up the past so easily.

Before she could replace the cloth across his high forehead, two arms encircled her waist and a heavy, warm head plopped in her lap. She nudged Kaiba quizzically. “What are you doing?”

He grunted, pushing back against her prodding. “You just feel really good…” He mumbled into her thigh. “You’re so soft and warm…”

Most days pulling affection from Kaiba was as difficult as pulling a lemon through a straw. Yet here, high with fever and miserable from the winter night air seeping through the glass window panes, he gave it freely as he seeked out comfort in a bout of vulnerability.

Writing is a passion for you. Not a hobby or a well-loved pastime, but something that makes you ache. When you were young it was what set you apart from your peers. In college, it isolated you. Sometimes the need to get words on the page tortures you, but anymore the only time you have energy is when you run into a very precise and wavering ray of inspiration. The vibes of a good movie after the credits roll, the first few notes – and then every modicum – of a song you just stopped being sick of. It’s an exhausting cycle of needing to vent your creative energy and feeling it vanish the moment you start. There are stray days, though, when what feels like a mountain of needs for a handful of words subsides, and all it takes is the sound of the rain.

It’s hard for you to open up to people because you’re a strong believer in giving the full story. You strive to live as genuinely as possible with the pieces you’re okay divulging.

Once you’ve invested yourself in something, it’s hard not to take conflicting opinions, feelings, or lifestyles personally.

i love how kaiba agrees that he can't with himself either

what do you do at the zoo? : D

The sound made Jounouchi's hackle rise, which definitely didn't help the killer headache pulsing at the base of his skull.

From Fanfic Writer Asks

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

This week it's @5cs-fanart-and-misc's How to Turn a Dive into a Shoot. It's just a perfect collision of my interests in fighter Jou with Bara tits and them doing stupid drunk shit together. I would like to subscribe to this newsletter.

I reread The Serpent's Vow about once per year. So thanks for that reminder. It's getting to be that time again.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Hahah I will try to think of something that's not that one Lure line.

How about this from an upcoming chapter of Mob? I just really enjoy writing the little minutia of body language like this.

When Jounouchi passed him an amber drink, as dark as brilliant as his eyes, Seto brushed their fingertips together. Slow. Purposeful. He fitted his fingers into the space between Jounouchi's, sliding deliberately over each and every knuckle before he grasped the glass by the rim.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Chapter 5 of Shoot to Score originally had a first kiss between Jounouchi and Kaiba. But the entire section didn't feel quite right and felt like it was moving too fast. I ended up scraping the scene. I'm very happy with what I actually published, with their conversation on Donki, which I think better fits the fic's vibe. But here's a snippet from the version where they kissed as they walked home together.

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Jounouchi shifted from foot to foot, then back again. His gaze darted to the sidewalk before flying back to Kaiba's face. "You're really asking me out?" he whispered.

Kaiba nodded, but his heart sank at the lack of an affirmative answer. "Do you not want to?"

"Of course, I wanna!" he exclaimed. "I just don't get why. Why now?"

Kaiba considered a few replies, but in the end, he thought it might be best to show the other boy. Jounouchi's eyes widened into saucers as Kaiba canted his head down and planted a chaste kiss to the blond's soft lips. It was over almost as soon as it started, but the brief contact electrified every nerve ending in his body, confirming he'd made the right decision. Jounouchi made a sound like a whimper when he pulled away.

Looking the blond dead in the eye, Kaiba said, "Because I've been thinking about doing that. And I'd like to do that again in the future if you don't object."

"Does that mean you like me?" Jounouchi latched onto the front of his shirt with a death grip that Kaiba didn't want to shake. His voice and hand trembled in unison.

The cicadas buzzed as the shadows on the street lengthened. Overhead, the street lights flickered on.

He had known Jounouchi for how long now? Almost two and a half months? What did he know about him beyond his name and age? Or that he was on the basketball team and lived with Mutou? He didn't even know what Jounouchi was studying at the university.

In fact, it was ridiculous how little he knew compared to how much Jounouchi knew about him. But today, he had learned that Jounouchi had a younger sister he rarely saw, his parents were divorced, and he worked part-time at the bakery Kaiba used to frequent. Each new fact gave him a tiny rush. A bit of satisfaction that he was finally closing a few of the many gaps in his knowledge about Jounouchi.