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Tattooed Yami for an amazing AU by even more amazing @fictionalsadist

FemPride for this day. The character death in the beginning is not Yami. Just some random King I made up. 

Seto gets the new that her plan went well. Now she is free. 

Seto commanded that she be left alone and slammed the door on the kings council and her lady’s maids. She wailed and threw things to the ground and as one unlucky vase shattered she ran to her private rooms while sobbing loudly.

As soon as she locked the doors behind her, the sobs turned into quiet laughter.

She was free. The king was dead. The council had just informed her of his murder. She no longer had to play the devoted, loving and dimwitted wife of an overbearing oaf who wouldn’t know how to rule a kingdom if the gods themselves granted him divine wisdom.

Seto covered her mouth to stifle her laughter as she lit one single candle in the dark windowless room that was her bedroom and prison. The only ways in or out were the front door and a servants hallway that locked from the otherside. That hallway had mysteriously collapsed some months ago and while Seto’s rooms where untouched and safe, it was still too dangerous for anyone to attempt to clear.

Seto sat down on her bed and muffled her hysterics with a pillow. She would no longer have to slip him herbs and potions to make sure he could never get it up when he visited to get her pregnant with his heir. Never had to deal with his drunken failures at seduction. Nor would she ever have to weep to her handmaidens how her husband didn’t find her desirable in order to spread rumors of his infertility.

Seto was free…

“Seto?” a soft, welcome, voice called from the darkness.

Seto lifted her head to see Yami emerging from the entrance to the servants hallway. A place that was dangerous for brawny men but nothing to a small, agile female. Especially one who could find her way in pitch darkness and was trained in the ways of the spy and assassin since she could walk.  

Yami shut the door behind her and silently glided through the darkness to Seto’s side and wrap her queen in her arms. “My rose.” Yami whispered happily.

“My Darkness.” Seto sighed as she returned her lovers embrace.

“Today I am your thorn.” Yami softly reminded her as she sat down next to Seto. Yami smoother down Seto’s long hair with a smile. “I take it you’ve heard the news?”

Seto grinned wolfishly. “Yes. You did a splendid job.” Seto ran her hands down Yami’s arms and felt something off. Yami’s left forearm was slightly thicker than usual. Seto lifted her arm and pushed back the sleeve to see a bandage wrapping her from wrist to elbow.

Seto lifted blazing blue eyes to Yami’s blood red ones.

“Who scratched my thorn?” Seto growled.

Yami smirked “Someone who is already dead. I have to say those men who guarded the king were indeed skilled. But everyone gets clumsy in the dark.” Yami leaned in and kissed Seto’s forehead “Everyone except me.”

Yami pulled back “Will you let me whisk you away now? I have been able to spirit away enough of the kings riches that we might buy our little island and live as goddesses.”

“After the funeral. I have to proclaim the heir to the throne after all.” Seto promised and pulled Yami in for a kiss. All of that could wait for now. Right now she was free. She had her beloved in her arms, in her bed and they had hours before anyone would even dare disturb the “grieving widow”

As Seto began to undo the ties of Yami’s tunic to reveal pale skin to candlelight all thoughts of anything outside of this room vanished from her mind.

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