Tag: deathshipping

milliekou:

conservative lil’ creampuff~

Ryou looks precious and so at peace. I hope Mariku likes it and just half watches him from a distance. (Picture him standing in the bushes to the side, not crouching so he can justify himself as not creeping or stalking but he’s damn close.)
Then later in life, when they get together and he sees Ryou reminiscing on the old tea set his father sill has at his place Mariku feels bad because the bit of light Ryou usually gives off when enjoying a fresh pot of tea isn’t the same when he’s using one of their chipped and plain coffee mugs.
So he goes out and gets him a present. He is unable to wait till a special event such as a birthday, holiday, or even the anniversary of when they first got together in secret back in their school days.
Mariku hands him a fair sized box with stripped wrapping on it because as much of a fashion sin strips are in his eyes, no one can make them seem holy like Ryou can. So he watches, hoping he didn’t fuck it all up, in anticipation.
Worrying silence. Does… Does Ryou not like it? Was it too soon? 
Ryou moves the box aside and looks over to Mariku whom is sitting beside him but at an angle so he can read the other’s face. He still can’t tell though and feels foolish now. 
But that fear fades away when he feels lips on his cheek and hears the soft ‘thank you’ to follow. ‘It’s perfect.’

milliekou:

TBH was just experimenting with Japanese textures and style which is what attracted me to the AU (because I love trying out different stuff, lol ) but sure, that could be a reason.

(and I imagined Ryou here speaking in a stereotypical French accent.)

That awkward moment when you are a demon who is crushing hard on a spirit you just met so you remember his accent as being French despite him being British.

No really, I think that would be great if that were canon and if he ever mentions it to anyone else or tries to describe Ryou to anyone when looking for him, they don’t know who Marik is talking about and if it ever got back to Ryou that the demon was crushing on some French spirit, him offering his help to find that spirit for Marik. Marik being too prideful to admit he remembered something wrong, especially to the guy he is crushing on so there is this wild minor hunt for Ryou who is in fact by Marik’s side the whole time making things more awkward.

Marik dreaming of himself being so bad ass and smooth around people delights me to no end! And he seems to be having fairly decent non-sexy daydreams. How cute~

milliekou:

lmao I forgot about finishing this piece. ^^;;

This is not what Marik thought Ryou meant when he had invited him over for tea. To be fair though, he is not used to the other’s British ways and though he says not a word while seated proper on his chair, Marik is starting to feel a warm sensation in his chest. Was it the early grey he was occasionally sipping on that warmed his insides? Or could it possibly be that he was genuinely enjoying the host of the quaint little party’s company?  
“Is the food real?”
“Of course,” Ryou said as he took a slow sip from his floral cup. The heat of the drink adding a touch of color to his typically lily white face.
The innocent answer though allowing Marik’s mind to try and picture how Ryou went about baking goods without hurting himself. A light pink apron around his middle, the rest of his clothes missing for reasons even Marik could not and would not justify despite the many times he thought of the tea host when he was alone in his room.
“My father bought them for us.” A cream puff finding it’s way onto Ryou’s plate while the marvelous illusion in Marik’s head dissipated. The scandalous hopes of his perverted mind dashed as he looked ahead still feeling warm but in another place that was so graciously covered by the table cloth. “You should try some,” Ryou encouraged about to take another sip.
“Yeah,” the blonde spoke quietly holding his delicate tea cut just over the plate. “Just… Give me a minute.”
“I, um, okay.” Ryou continued one to finish his cup while Marik stared ahead wondering why he even bothered to come over. It wasn’t like Ryou saw him as more than a friend anyway. He was just being silly and wanted someone to come over to talk to. Well, at least he was still talking to him.
Silence after that thought followed only to make Marik feel foolish for agreeing to come over in the first place. That was until he looked over to see Ryou had his mouth full with a pastry, getting cream on the sides of his face. The sight innocent but Marik’s mind allowed it to get pornographic. Would Ryou look like that should he had just finished taking a load? Happy, sweet, and making those cute little satisfied noises. The image in his head getting worse as Ryou used his right hand to wipe away the sticky mess only to lick it off his fingers. Marik nearly across the table, mesmerized by the view and his own twist on what was happening that he failed to hear the engine of a car turn off but the moment a car door slammed, he straighten up fast, spilling hot tea on himself which gave Ryou concern at the initial hiss that followed.
“Marik, are you-”
“I’m fine! Just fine me a paper towel,” he demanded, unclipping his cape so he could take off his shirt.A wall of fine, dark muscles in sight and Ryou held tighter onto the bit of napkins he had uprooted from the table. Marik’s head briefly hidden by the black shirt fabric that all Ryou could see were glorious abs and pecs. His face growing hot as he looked away, hand outstretched and holding ruffled napkins.
“Thank you.” Marik cleaning himself up and noticing the tea wasn’t enough to scald him. Good he thought bitterly though on the up side it had been enough to stifle that erection he had going on.
“I, uh… I have some shirts if you want to borrow one,” Ryou offered so Marik would not have to go home just yet. His face still stained with color as he secretly prayed Marik would stay but refuse to replace his soiled shirt just yet.
“Got anything in black?”
“Hmm… I’m sure Bakura does.” Damn. Marik was going to get a replacement. Well, at least that would allow him to stop staring at- He heard his name and squeaked, bumping into the table as he tried to stand at attention. “Yes?” he blurted out.
“…Okay then… Can I borrow one of your’s instead?” The two looking confused at one another while Marik piled napkins onto the table’s edge.
“What?” Oh god, what had he just said yes to?
Ryou had that look he tended to get when he would half doze off in class from a long night of working on one of his silly table top games. The Ishtar sighing as he shook his head. “I asked if you thought he would mind if I borrowed one. If you think he will then give me whatever baggy shirt you have. No offence but anything that fits you right might just make for a belly shirt for me.” Ryou liked that idea. Seeing more of Marik’s lower abs while wearing one of his shirts. It would almost be like they were dating!
“Right this way,” and with that, Ryou lead the way back to hid room, ignoring the idea that Bakura’s tops would have been a better fit. After all, even if Bakura would have been fine with it, it was not like Marik needed to know that…

millieyre:

“I don’t like most people.”

Quick doodles of Little Mariku [AU] before I head to bed. 🙂

Watch whoever was being mean to Ryou stay a good yard or so away from Marik and tell Ryou to come out and quit being a coward. 
Marik just tells them to go ahead and take Ryou but they hesitate and Ryou is now pulling on the back of Marik’s shirt desperately, but the bullies are unnerved by Marik’s resting bitch face that they take off. 
Marik then has to shake himself free of Ryou and turns to ask him what that whole mess was about but before he can say anything, Ryou hugs him tight. 
Marik is at a loss of words and clearly has no idea what to say or do for a good few seconds and by the time his mind registers what happened, Ryou is bounding off to find his brother.

millieyre:

Just a very quick scribble of “soon-to-be-extremely-kinky-Deathshipping-sex” 🐶❤️👌

Marik had no clue where Ryou got his get up from or where he had been hiding it to keep it out of sight from his prying brother and absentminded father but at the moment, he truly did not care. Ryou was literally asking for it and with every fidget that beautiful boy made, the reason why he came over that night in the first place was being pushed further out of his mind.
“I thought,” he started. What had Marik been thinking? He had best come up with something on the fly then. “-That kitten’s don’t wear collars, much alone leashes,” the Ishtar spoke as he moved closer. Marik took ahold of the lease, wrapping the chain around one hand then gave it a small tug to pull Ryou a bit closer without verbal command.
“I suppose not,” Ryou said quietly before looking up to the other with a hint of disappointment residing behind those rich brown eyes. 
Seeing he had not said the right words, Marik pulled upward on the bit of chain forcing the other up higher on his knees while Marik himself bent down, stopping just before his boyfriend’s face. 
“Are you a bad kitten?” Ryou blinked at the question only to feel lips brush his cheek before inching further down to caress his neck. A soft mewl coming from from him as Marik gradually added teeth just over above the thick collar that blocked him from pleasuring that lily white neck and adorning it with hickies.
“I,” Ryou swallowed as anticipation began to swell up inside of him. “I might be.”
“Well then…” Marik leaned back just enough so he can peer back into those eyes he loved so much. The very same set that had never once looked at him with malice to them like he had seen in everyone else’s who labeled him a worthless monster. “I guess I’ll just have to see how bad you really are.” Marik placed a brief but firm kiss onto the other male’s lips before speaking again. Ryou’s hands now pawing at the youngest’s Ishtar’s top. “…you have handcuffs right?” Marik asked in a lower voice in hopes not to ruin the mood. A small nod of confirmation from the other and a broad grin fanned out over Marik’s face. “This is going to be fun~”

YO!!!

millieyre:

So I’m in the mood for doodling lots of Deathshipping shit and I’m really f*ckin’ thirsty for High School / College/ Neighborhood AU scenarios. (Or you can combine all three. I know they’re cliche and overused but I’m a huge sucker for these stuff tbh and I miss interacting with my deathship followers here.)

 Any ideas/ headcanons you guys want to share?

So… *slides in and tosses two cents onto the floor between us* Get ready for a ramble I’ve been thinking of for a while.

I’ve been hung up on High School AU crap and I know you said Deathshipping- and it totally can still happen but I was honestly thinking of Powershipping when I came up with it so forgive me in advance.

But school plays are a weakness of mine. So I like to imagine Seto being forced into trying out for at least one after school thing by his step-dad as a form of self entitlement and being about to boast that his stepchild is amazing and can do anything thrown his way. So Seto decided to go for the school play and Malik who is crushing on him decides he can try to swing that to. He’s an honor student and kind of stressed out but seeing Seto sign up for it means that if he does too he can be near him more and maybe practice lines with him, perfect!

Pegasus is directing it. I couldn’t think of a more perfect fit who adores costumes and over the top musical numbers.

Amen, the Ishtar dad, finds out and says Malik can’t do it unless he can get Mariku to go to. He is confident his youngest won’t go but after much pleading and then bribery, Mariku agrees to at least show for the audition but inwardly he is desperately hoping for something to go wrong and just /maybe/ his perfect little brother will not get a part and feel awful like he himself does all the time. 

Upon audition though, Malik discovers that Seto is auditioning for a minor part and is actually helping out with tech stuff for the most part. That is a bit of a buzz kill but if Malik can nail the main character part then Seto will be forced to see just how amazing he is!

(I am so sorry for all the Powershipping stuff but if I recall correctly, you kinda like this shit, eh?)

Try outs go over well but Pegasus asks what Mariku is doing there and he just straight up admits he is there because he has to be or Malik can’t be part of it. This strikes Pegasus as weird but he just grins because at least they are getting along for once.

So, last calls come down/ Seto got his minor role and technician, he is pleased. The main character casting is coming down to it’s end and Malik has been practicing with a grumpy Mariku for some time just to get the lines down for the one music number that should seal the deal but Malik starts to choke before he can start it which annoys his brother deeply and causes him to get on stage. Malik is nearly on tears from embarrassment. Marik was wrong. He wanted him to fail but if he’s going to get all emotional about it then he’ll bail him out.
“You did not waste my time just to fail this,” Mariku growls as he gets up and joins Malik on stage shoving his on one shoulder. “Now fucking sing, Dr. Jekyll!”

https://youtu.be/BnGwzmWrU_E

Mariku jumping in as Mr. Hyde because he /had/ to memories the part so Malik could be Dr. Jekyll. And as they finish, Pegasus is delighted and is standing up clapping. “You’ve got it, both of you!”

Malik is thrilled but Marik is just “What- I didn’t. No!” 
But because Amen said Mariku had to go too before he ends up getting roped into the play. Practices goes rather well and getting to fake murder classmates is amazing.

How does Ryou fit in this? He was working on staging. Painting and building props while admiring Mariku from behind the curtain when he is practicing. Gods, Mariku’s raspy singing voice just makes his little heart flutter.

But good things break and I am a demon so naturally the Ishtar boys end up in a fight before the big night. Both at the other’s throat. 
“You think you’re so perfect! I can be the good guy too. You can’t even begin to pretend to play the role of a monster, you pretentious little prick!”

The argument is out of control and the show is about to start now. 

“I can to. Anything you can do, I can so better!” They practically butt heads in rage. 

“Fine! You think you got this? Then let’s trade!”

“What?”

“I’ll be Jekyll and you be Hyde.”

The curtain is about to open. They are being called into places. Malik wasted all the time and Seto hardly noticed him. Maybe… What harm can it do other then to show up his idiot brother? “Fine.”

They trade roles since both know the other’s part but Mariku freezes upon seeing the confused others on stage. Fuck. Fuck! Father is even there and he looks unimpressed as ever. Suddenly it clicks and he in back into swing. Everything went surprising well though many whisper “What is going on?” but certain victims swoon when Malik shows up to kill them making it awkward but the show much go on.

Anyway, at the end, Seto tells Malik he was impressed but Ryou is just ecstatic. “You were amazing but I…” But? Mariku’s heart kind of sinks. “But I was really hoping to see you as Mr. Hyde. Malik just doesn’t fit the role right.” To which he beams. Finally. Someone thinks he fit better. Sure it was as the monsterous side but that doesn’t matter because not just does someone see him as good at something but Ryou does! 

…Once again, I’d like to apologize for taking so much time. @///@;