#Hey that print is gonna slap 👀

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Time Eater 👀👀👀

*INHALES*

idk if i've mentioned the title before?? but this is the main thing I've been working on for a year (i write like a turtle) and the first longfic I've gotten close to finishing :D I have one chapter (and much editing) left?? !

As for the plot: does time loop + hanahaki + mild body horror sound like a hot mess? it kinda is

here's a section from an early chapter. warnings for blood and implied sex

What is he thinking? It was a fucking nightmare after all. Not the usual ones that used to pulverize his nerves, years ago, but a nightmare nonetheless.

Starting to feel something warm and sticky, Seto peels his fingers away to find them coated in blood. Much more than a fall off the bed should stand to cause. He doesn’t notice it oozing out of his forehead until it’s dripping down the bridge of his nose, and Jounouchi has already leapt off the bed to disappear into the bathroom.

Pushing to his elbows, he tries to blink the image of an overhead light out of his eyes. Ridiculous. It’s ridiculous, how vivid it feels. But he feels it in his bones. And everything aches.

As coherency finally crawls back to him, Seto groans, squeezing the blood-slick ends of his hair between his fingers and cursing himself. This isn’t his room: too paltry, too messy. There are clothes strewn about that couldn’t all be from last night, a few stray Duel Monsters cards, a duvet on the other side of the room because Jounouchi runs like a space heater. No. No! How could he let Jounouchi drag him here to spend the night after that abomination of a tournament yesterday? After he drank himself stupid? How could he... 

No. That's not quite right. He stares at the wrinkles in his slacks. Still fully-clothed from the afterparty, absent only a jacket and tie. Jounouchi returns, tripping out of the bathroom over his own legs and stripped down to a red t-shirt with worn print and boxers. Also clothed.

When he grabs Seto’s arm, breaking his thoughts, he yanks back half out of reflex, half out of a rush of panic and confusion. One or the other. Both.

“Hey―” Jounouchi stops briefly and frowns. “It’s just me. Chill.” He sinks down to the floor with a washcloth in-hand. “You’re gonna bleed all over yourself. Just―let me―”

“Did we have sex last night?”

The sudden question sticks in his jaw and he gapes for a moment. “Uh… No,” he says, befuddled. “You were… You don’t remember? You were way too drunk for that.”

Seto bristles under the implication that he was too inebriated to make any decisions for himself, but he does remember drinking at the bar. And not much after that. Mostly it’s the feeling of loss and resentment that weighs on his mind.

But that can’t be right, either. He remembers having sex. That memory weighs fresh at the end of his spine and he can almost taste the sweat and the disgusting morning breath on Jounouchi’s tongue. The grating latex, the distracted sex.

The blinding light, the railing hitting his back, Jounouchi’s eyes. Burning. Falling. Anger. Nothing. Black. It’s so clear as if it had happened moments ago.

Fuck. Which part is real? How are his nightmares so vivid that he can’t tell the difference?

Jounouchi’s saying something. Snaps in his face. Kaiba glowers and slaps his hand down.

“You really don’t remember shit, do you?” Jounouchi mutters.

#tag game #answered #ygo #violetshipping #fanfic #wip #i was hoping someone would ask for this one kjsdfhaljdfh #it's not the most exciting part but i don't want to spoil the fun stuff #thanks for the ask!

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Love Bite (GT Fluff)

Another peek at Grayson and Xander 😘 This time at a very different stage in their relationship 👀

They’re gross, I love them 💖

Characters belong to me and the lovely @marydublin5 / @little-miss-maggie 💕

(( More Xander and Grayson ))

“Are you almost done?” Xander had his arms folded over the railing of the platform, leaning heavily. Everyone swore the print and trinket accommodations were sturdy, so he saw no issue with sprawling halfway over.

“Five minutes.” Grayson had his back to him. He was the only one on the platform, tapping away a phone screen that looked more like a TV screen to him.

“You said that fifteen minutes ago,” Xander huffed, dropping his chin on the platform. “I’m hungry…” He pouted when Grayson didn’t respond, reaching out to poke him between the shoulders. “You’re just being an overachiever with data at this point. The numbers aren’t going anywhere, c’mon.”

Grayson didn’t turn around. “It’s important. If you stop whining at me, maybe I’ll be done quicker.”

“Hey. I’m not whining.”

“Sorry.” Grayson gave him the briefest glance. “I meant moaning.”

Now he was asking for it.

Xander straightened, looming effortlessly, but Grayson didn’t react to his shadow falling over him. Leaning in, Xander snagged the back of Grayson’s t-shirt between his teeth. He gave a light tug, making a low noise at the back of his throat. He was rewarded with a tiny slap across the bridge of his nose.

“Do not start the growling thing,” Grayson said. “It’s not gonna work.”

Releasing the shirt, Xander brushed his lips over Grayson’s shoulders, making sure he felt every word vibrate against him. “What I’m hearing is you want me to find something that does work.”

“Yeah, you would hear that.”

Pursing his lips, Xander contemplated the print before him. It would be too easy to just grab Grayson and walk off. Where was the satisfaction in that? Going for a marginally subtler approach, Xander nibbled at Grayson’s upper arm and worked his way down until he reached his fingers.

For a few steadfast seconds, Grayson ignored him. Finally, he huffed and tried to tug himself free, throwing a wide-eyed look over his shoulder. “Have you literally resorted to chewing on my arm?”

Xander tried not to look too smug about the skittish note in Grayson’s otherwise annoyed voice.

“I’m starving,” Xander said innocently, teeth still locked on Grayson’s wrist. “It’s come to this, and you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“You’re such a baby.” 

Grayson went back to maneuvering the screen with his non-dominant hand. What a champ. His resolve lasted about ten more seconds before Xander delivered a sharp bite near his elbow. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to make him yelp. Xander tenderly skimmed the bite with the tip of his tongue—half an apology, half a method to provoke Grayson further.

“Fine!” Grayson snapped. He yanked his arm free and shut off the phone.

Xander kept his face close, not bothering to hide his amusement as Grayson turned around. To his surprise, Grayson didn’t look that annoyed. If anything, there was something soft in his expression. Xander held still as Grayson leaned in and pressed a kiss to his bottom lip—a kiss that ended with a surprisingly hard bite.

Lurching back, Xander wiped a drop of blood from his lip and gaped at Grayson’s pleased smirk.

“How do you like it?” Grayson demanded, crossing his arms.

Xander felt like he was short-circuiting for a moment. “Bedroom?” he rasped, a savage smile taking hold.

Grayson raised his eyebrows. “I thought you were hungry.”

Locking a hand around Grayson’s waist, Xander swept him off the platform. “I am.”

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