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candycandy00 · 6 months ago

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Love + Potion - A Yami x Reader Fanfic

You work at a bar Yami frequents and so you’re nearby when he decides to try a potion that turns him into a werewolf for 24 hours. It also happens to make him extremely horny.

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Yami becomes a werewolf. Oral sex. Regular sex. Size kink.

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @drizztdohurtin.

“Another.”

You look up from the bar, where you’ve been wiping up spilled beer. A few seats down sits your favorite customer, Captain Yami of the Black Bulls.

He comes to this tavern often, a few times a week unless he’s off on a particularly lengthy mission. When you began working here a year ago, you found him intimidating. He’s huge, he’s gruff, and his squad is rumored to include all sorts of ruffians and even criminals! But you quickly learned that Captain Yami is nothing like you expected.

He’s never made trouble for you. He’s respectful even if his tone can be impolite. When he spills his drink, he actually cleans it up himself! He’s broken up several fights before they could damage the bar, and on the rare occasion he gets involved in a scuffle, he takes it outside to avoid causing problems.

One night a drunk customer got irate and threw a glass at you. Yami caught it in midair before it could hit you. Another customer tried to get handsy with you, and Yami literally dragged the man out and tossed him on the street. Some nights, when he stays until closing time, he even walks you home.

You’ve never seen Yami dead drunk. Tipsy, yes. But actually drunk off his ass? Never. No matter how much he drinks. It must be a stamina thing, because it’s obvious that Yami has stamina for days.

Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he has that much stamina in the bedroom.

Yami is an attractive man. It’s well known in the kingdom that several women have their eyes on him, but so far he seems oblivious to their interest. You know you have no shot with him if the powerful beauties around him haven’t been able to bag him. But still, it’s fun to entertain silly fantasies.

Tonight, he’s laughing and enjoying himself as he talks with another patron, a potion maker who often boasts about the strange, magical concoctions he’s created. This time it’s a potion that turns a person into a werewolf for twenty-four hours.

Yami doesn’t believe him. No one ever does. The man has bragged about lots of different potions but has never let anyone try them.

“I’m telling you, it really works!” the man is saying.

Yami claps him on the back as he takes another drink. “Sure, pal! Whatever you say!”

The man’s face reddens. “Fine! If you’re so sure it won’t work, why don’t you try it?”

Yami pauses, sitting down his drink and looking at the man. “You have it with you?”

The man nods, digging around in his leather bag and producing a clear glass bottle with an amber colored liquid inside. “Here it is! Drink it and apologize for doubting me!”

Yami picks up the bottle and examines the liquid. “You say it only lasts one day?”

“Yes! One full day! Then it wears off and you go back to normal.”

“What are the effects?” Yami asks, seeming more sober and focused now that he’s considering trying it.

The potion maker straightens in his seat. “You’ll turn into a half man, half wolf. Your teeth with get sharper and your senses will be improved. You’ll probably crave some meat.”

“That doesn’t sound bad,” Yami says. Oh no. Is he actually going to try it? You think it’s a terrible idea, but it’s none of your business, so you keep quiet and listen.

“Oh, and you might have the sudden desire to mate,” the man adds.

You freeze, the rag going limp and still in your hand. Yami… wanting to mate? You glance over at him, curious about his reaction to that comment.

“Will I still have control over myself?” he asks. “I’m not gonna hurt anyone, am I?”

The potion maker laughs. “Oh, of course! You’ll have complete control. It doesn’t affect your mind. Just your senses and instincts.”

Yami finishes off his drink then picks up the potion. He pulls out the wooden stopper and smells the liquid, then shrugs. “Bottom’s up.”

As you watch, Yami downs the amber liquid in one big gulp, then sits the empty bottle on the bar and wipes his mouth. “Tastes like shit,” he says, and starts to offer another comment before he suddenly groans and holds his stomach.

You step closer. “Captain? Are you alright?”

He looks up at you and forces a grin, even though he appears to be in pain. “I’m fine. Just need… to go to the… restroom.”

Yami stands up and staggers toward the back. You’ve seen him hurry to the bathroom before, but not like this. He’s stumbling over chairs, crashing through the place like a literal bull.

The door to the restroom slams shut, and the whole bar falls silent. Many of the other customers heard the conversation, and you see them whispering to those that seem confused. Before long, everyone in the bar is waiting to see the results of the potion.

You hear Yami grunting and groaning from your spot behind the bar. Then he screams out in what sounds like pain. The scream morphs midway into an ear splitting howl, and a chill runs down your spine. What’s happened to your beloved customer?!

The door to the bathroom swings open, and Yami walks out. Under the lights of the bar, you can see the changes clearly. He’s a little taller, his hair a little longer, and there seems to be a thin coat of fine dark fur all over his exposed arms. His eyes are keener, taking on a blood red color with strangely shaped pupils. When he opens his mouth, you can see that his teeth are all razor sharp.

A few people hoot and hollar, clapping and cheering. Yami grins at them.

“How does it feel, Captain?” someone shouts.

“It felt like hell for a minute there,” he says, and the crowd laughs. “But now? It feels pretty damn good!”

He makes his way back toward the bar, answering a few questions along the way and even letting a curious lady touch the fur of his arm. When he takes his usual seat, he looks at you and says, “Give me whatever you serve that has meat in it.”

“R-right away, Captain,” you say, flustered by the intensity of those red eyes. You serve him a pork roast sandwich, then watch as he devours it in seconds.

“Are you really alright?” you ask him.

His eyes shift to your face again, then slide down. He’s never looked at you this way before, not even once, but now his gaze seems to be lingering on your chest.

“I’m good,” he says, eyes moving back to your face.

The night wears on, with Yami drinking and ordering more meat dishes. He seems to be in good spirits, and even buys the potion maker a drink, an apology for doubting his work.

The guests begin to thin out, and by midnight, only Yami and the potion maker remain.

“It will wear off tomorrow, right?” Yami asks.

The potion maker puffs out his chest. “Of course it will! My potions are perfect!”

With that, the man leaves, and Yami is the last person at the bar. Even the other employees have gone, leaving you to lock up the place.

Yami glances at the clock on the wall. “About closing time, huh?”

You’re sweeping the floor, moving chairs as you go along. “As soon as I finish cleaning up,” you say. All night you’ve been feeling his eyes on you, seeming to track your every move.

He leans over onto the bar. “I’m not lookin’ forward to going home. My squad’s gonna have a lot to say about this.”

You don’t look up from the floor. You’re afraid he’ll notice how flushed your face is. “Oh really?”

“I know a couple who are gonna freak out and call me reckless. At least one will want to fight me in this form. And a few will probably wanna pet me,” he adds with a laugh.

Without thinking, you say, “Well your fur does look very soft, Captain.”

Oh no. Did you just say that? Out loud? You keep your back turned to him as you lower your head.

“Wanna touch it?”

You freeze at the sound of his voice. Slowly, your turn to look at him. Your eyes meet his, and they look… hungry.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you ask, stepping closer.

He holds out one arm toward you. “I’m sure.”

Hesitantly, you reach out and touch his arm, your fingertips brushing over the fur there. It feels like velvet, and soon your whole hand is rubbing his arm, from his shoulder to his wrist. You can feel the taut muscles beneath the silky fur, and you feel something within you tighten.

“So?” he asks. “How is it?”

His eyes are locked on yours again. You swallow and say, “It’s as soft as it looks, Captain.”

“Yami. Call me Yami.”

Your hand is still on his arm. “Yami,” you repeat, feeling heat creep across your face.

A moment passes between you, then you withdraw your hand. “If you really don’t want your squad to see you, just stay here tonight. There’s no bed but there’s a bench in the back.”

“You wouldn’t get in trouble, would you?”

You smile. “I don’t think the owner would mind. It’d be like having the best security guard in the world for free.”

“Thanks,” he says. “I think I’ll do that.”

You take your time finishing up the cleaning, suddenly being in no hurry to leave. When you’re finally done, you walk back over to the bar. “The bench is in the back. I’ll show you before I leave.”

He looks at you, that same hunger in his eyes. “You’re not staying? I might get lonely.”

“Uh, well… I…”

He breaks eye contact and looks away. “Sorry. I don’t know what I’m sayin’. This damn potion is makin’ me act weird.”

“I don’t mind!” you blurt out, then instantly regret your honesty when he looks at you again. “I mean… I don’t mind staying here tonight and keeping you company,” you add, hoping he doesn’t pick up on your embarrassment.

“Are you sure? You’re probably tired from workin’ all night.”

Ahh, his eyes are so intense right now. His voice is even deeper than usual. And you’re standing so close to him, you can feel his body heat.

You can feel something else too. A growing wetness between your legs.

“I’m positive,” you say. “How about another drink? Or another sandwich?”

You start to step away, but his big hand catches your wrist. It’s a gentle grip, but it stops you in your tracks. He leans closer to you, and… sniffs?

“You smell good,” he says. Then his eyes widen slightly, as if he’s just realizing something. He focuses on your face. “Are you…?” Then his eyes trail down your body, pausing below your waist.

Wait, can he smell your arousal? When his eyes move back to yours, you know it’s true. The unfinished question lingers in the air between you, and his hand is still holding your wrist. You stare at him for a moment, mentally debating what you should do. You’ll probably never get another chance like this, to be alone with a horny Yami. How many women in the kingdom would give anything for an opportunity like this?

So you decide to throw caution to the wind and go for it. You lean closer, locked in his gaze, and ever so slowly kiss his parted lips. He doesn’t pull away, which is a good sign. When you part from him, he says nothing at first, only lifts his cigarette to his mouth and takes a drag before putting it out in the nearby ashtray. After exhaling the smoke, he quickly pulls you closer and kisses you back.

This kiss is different from the one you gave him. This is all heat and tongue and his free hand sliding into your hair. His fingers are tipped with sharp claws, but he’s being careful not to scratch you.

You lean into him, your hands pawing at his thin white shirt, trying to drag it up. You’ve wanted to see him shirtless for as long as you’ve known him, and now you can’t get it off fast enough.

He breaks the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. His muscular chest is also coated in a thin layer of that velvety fur. It becomes thinner as it goes down his torso, becoming almost invisible by the time it hits his waist, save for a thicker, narrow patch trailing from his navel down to beneath his belt. Does it go all the way down? You can’t wait to find out.

His hands move to the front of your dress, untying the laces of your simple corset. With it loosened, the fabric of the dress beneath it slips down, your breasts spilling out. Yami wastes no time squeezing one while his head dips down to take the other into his mouth, his lips sucking the tender nipple.

You sigh in pleasure, one hand on his head, fingers raking through his hair. His touch is hot, burning with a desire you never thought you’d feel from him. One of his arms circles around your waist, holding you close, and you can smell a strong, woodsy musk. Yami’s scent. It’s intoxicating.

He stands up from the stool and lifts you onto the bar so that you’re sitting on the edge, facing him, legs dangling. He pushes your dress up to your waist, then slides your modest white panties down, under your ass, and off your ankles. With them discarded, he parts your legs, and leans his face in.

Yami devours your pussy the way he devoured the pork roast sandwiches, like he was starving, ravenous. His big, warm hands are on your thighs, holding them apart while his tongue laps at your dripping cunt. And when his lips wrap around your throbbing clit, you gasp and shudder, your hands flying to his shoulders to have something to grip.

“Captain…” you moan out, then, in an even more breathless tone, “Y-Yami!”

It feels so good, you think you might simply dissolve into a pool of goo. He’s always seemed somewhat indifferent to women, so you assumed he wasn’t one of those playboys with tons of experience. But this is clearly not a man who has never pleasured a woman before. He’s too good at this, his tongue pressing into the exact spots that have your whole body jerking.

When you cum, your thighs quivering in his grip, you find yourself squirting for the first time in your life. The intensity of the orgasm has you panting as Yami licks up every drop.

You barely catch your breath before you notice Yami unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. You stare in anticipation as he pulls out a monstrously huge erection, leaking from the tip and seeming to twitch in his hand. You’re already drenched, slick with your fluids and Yami’s saliva, but taking his cock is going to be a challenge.

Is it so big because he’s a werewolf now? Or is it always like this? Either way, you spread your legs even wider and lean back on your elbows, looking up at him expectantly.

He grins at you. “Think you can take it?”

You smile back at him. “If not, I’ll surpass my limits,” you say, using the phrase he was famous for in the kingdom.

He laughs heartily, then leans over you. “Ready?”

You nod, your heart racing with excitement. With his improved senses, he can probably hear it. He definitely hears your breath catching as he begins sliding his cock inside you.

He goes slowly, carefully, giving your body time to stretch and accommodate him. You feel so full already and he’s only halfway in, but you weren’t kidding about surpassing your limits. You want him all the way inside you.

Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, you slick pussy drawing him further in. God, he’s so big, so warm, you want to stay like this forever. He grunts as he finally bottoms out, his tip smushed against your cervix in a satisfying way.

For a moment, he doesn’t move, as if he just wants to enjoy the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you, of your soft, slippery warmth wrapped around him.

Then, he begins lightly thrusting into you, watching your face for your reaction. When you cry out in pleasure, reaching up and throwing your arms around his neck, his thrusts become deeper, harder.

You can feel his fine fur rubbing against your bare chest, and it drives you wild. You bury your face in his neck, whimpering his name as he pounds into you, your body nearly lifting from the bar with each thrust.

He’s breathing hard, a sheen of sweat on the parts of his skin not covered in fur, intensifying his scent. You want it to seep into your skin and mark you forever as his. His toned abdomen, with its trail of soft hair, is rubbing your body, creating the friction you crave, making your breaths come shuddering and rapid.

With a loud cry, you climax again. Your entire body, from your arms to your legs to your silky pussy, clenches him tightly. He fucks you through it, his own muscles seeming to spasm as he suddenly groans and plunges in deep. He stays that way, absolutely buried inside you as he cums, shooting his entire hot load directly into your core.

For several moments, the two of you remain tangled together. Then you slowly separate. He helps you down from the bar and you stand on shaky legs, not moving until you feel steady.

Quietly, the two of you clean up, and you pour Yami another drink.

“I hope I’m still welcome here tomorrow night,” he says, seeming just a little awkward as he lights another cigarette.

“Of course you are!” you tell him. “You’re my favorite customer!”

He looks at you and smiles. “Oh? That’s funny. I come here all the time because you’re my favorite bartender!”

You laugh at that remark, thinking you’ll have to thank the potion maker the next time you see him. His werewolf potion may as well have been a love potion!

#yami x reader #yami sukehiro #x reader #black clover x reader #black clover smut #yami sukehiro x reader

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kyokutsu-sama · 1 year ago

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The captain's sword

A/n: I've been writing about this man on ao3, I've already posted two works there and I'll post this one there later. This captain makes me feel things🤭(Seriously bro, there's something about men with tough personalities that attracts me...)

Tw: NSFW content

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You wondered how you had managed to get to the base without falling along the way due to exhaustion. Your mana was extinct as was your energy, all you wanted to do at that moment was pass out on your soft mattress and sleep for the whole week but it seems that you had other plans before going to sleep.

You saw Yami at the counter and wanted to kill him after he sent you on a mission that almost cost you your life.

"There you are, you scoundrel !" You said, approaching the counter. "You were drinking and smoking while I was there dying, weren't you?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and an unfriendly expression on his face, as if he wanted to intimidate you but you were too mad to be afraid

"With my stupid captain, Yami Sukehiro" You said, sitting next to him and he looked at you for a long moment in silence, the cigarette smoke leaving his lips after he took a long sigh. He undoubtedly liked your defiant air when you dared to speak like that, strong women were his type and he was definitely going to play that game.

"Your tongue is very sharp tonight, I see" He slightly curved his lips upwards

"I thought you liked tough girls with sharp tongues. What's the problem now? Can't you handle them?" You teased and he closed his eyes with another long sigh

"Here, drink" He said, extending the large mug of beer to you

"You didn’t answer my question"

"Drink" He insisted and since you knew he was stubborn, you decided to do what he said

There was no one else there, you thought it was strange since they would also like to be there drinking or breaking everything but maybe they were already asleep. It was late and you were supposed to be sleeping too but since your dear captain was there, you weren't just going to turn your back on him. He enjoyed your company even if you were mad at him and you also couldn't ignore him when he was offering you drinks and company too.

Anyone who didn't know him at that moment would think he was a calm person, with half-closed eyes, a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, some strands of his black hair falling over his face making him even more attractive and an expressionless face. However, he was not someone to mess with and everyone there knew it. You also knew and that's why you pushed his buttons until he lost his patience, which was little and led him to do crazy things. He also did the same to you, teasing you every day until you went crazy. Deep down you knew he has a tender heart when it comes to you, even if he teases you twenty-four hours, even if he gives you more difficult training because he believes in you and your abilities and that you can surpass your limits, even though he was a stubborn and short-tempered at times, you loved him with all his flaws. You knew that inside his little heart was you and he himself admitted that to you a lot of times.

You placed the empty mug on the table and looked at him, who still seemed focused on a random corner of the room.

"I finished drinking, are you going to answer me now?" You said, looking at him

"Drink another one"He replied, taking a drag on his cigarette, still without looking at you

"Yami, are you testing my patience ?" You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head slightly to the side

"You're the one testing my patience, princess. Did the mission go well or do I need to go in there and take out the other guy for you?”

"No, I already did what had to be done, I even broke the sword you gave me last week"

"You broke what?" He looked at you as you placed the remaining part of the sword on the table. "Honey, I hadn't even finished paying, in fact, I didn't even pay mine, let alone yours"

“Well, Yami, it looks like you're going to have to start saving more money instead of betting everything on gambling like you always do, even with your clothes” You looked away in the last words, remembering when he came back from long nights completely naked after having bet them on gambling

“So what? My nudity is nothing new to others... and not to you either" He gave a little smile and you felt a slight blush on your cheeks."Now, regarding the sword, leave it to me. I'll see if I can find some money to pay this shit for the next hundred years"

"And see if the next one is of quality"

"It's not about quality when you don't know how to wield it"

"What did you say, Yami?" You looked at him with a threatening look

"Nothing" He said, raising hands in a kind of surrender

"See? You don't even have the balls to repeat what you said to my face, it just proves that you can't handle a strong woman like me" You teased and got up from the bench but he grabbed your arm turning you towards him

"Princess, you're making me lose my mind with all that tough personality. Come here" He picked you up and put you on his shoulder so easily and quickly that you make you scream at his sudden movement

"Yami, what are you doin--" He slapped your butt as he carried you to his room."Are you punishing me now?”

“And it’s just the beginning, baby" He laughed and entered the bedroom

He threw you on the bed and closed the door, you looked at him as he put out his cigarette and looked you up and down, wondering where he would start.

"Why are you looking at me? I thought you were a man of action"

"Be quiet brat, I'm concentrating" He said as he took off his tattered black cape and shirt.

"Brat? What happened to ‘princess’?"

"They will evolve for worse if you keep talking" He said climbing onto the bed and holding your face in his hand

Yes, it would, you knew it would. The beautiful nicknames he gave in the beginning would be the future dirty talk. It was only making the heat in the room rise as well as the heat building up between your thighs. However, he also had to be punished for the mission he had given you and you would take care of it.

"What’s wrong? Why aren't you laughing now?" He asked with a low voice close to your face and you blushed

He would tease you until the end, until you couldn't handle it anymore, take you to the limits and even beyond that. That was his type.

He pushed you onto the mattress and got on top of you, removing your clothes and you helped him, his strong and hurried hands roaming your body. He leaned towards you and kissed your lips, taking your breath away with heat and strength, you hugged him close to you, taking your hands to run down his back. His hand slid between your thighs and stroked the wetness that increased the more he touched you, he pulled your lip between his teeth before settling on your neck and sucking the skin there. You could already feel your sweaty skin and slight goosebumps, you whimpered when he placed his fingers in you and you tight them inside you. The ability that man had to make you forget that you were mad at him moments ago was impressive. You arched your back and both bodies touched, there was no distance between the two and you were delirious with so much proximity. You put a hand to the back of his head, he was still marking your skin and tasting every bit of it.

The fingers moving in and out and scissoring, opening more space inside you as you writhed and moaned beneath his huge body covering yours. His thumb brushing against the sensitive bud and sending shivers throughout your body, making your legs tremble. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure just at the feeling of his lips kissing your neck. You were close but you held yourself back so you didn't have to come before you could take control of the situation and play with him a little too. You grabbed his forearm and removed his fingers from you and turned him around, sitting on top of him, resting your hands on his chest while he looked at you, intrigued that you had changed roles.

"You're feeling very confident today" He joked, placing his hands on your waist

"My turn to punish you for giving me such a troublesome mission today" You said taking the belt off his pants to tie his wrists above his head, to prevent him from touching you

"You don't think this will last long, do you?" He chuckled, looking at you and you smiled

"No, but I just need some time for what I'm going to do. Don't worry dear, I'll be gentle with you" You leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips

You knew that he would go along with it because deep down he liked having you on top showing your strength, that turned him on.

You held the waistband of his pants and removed them. You had the beautiful vision of him all naked and with his arms tied above his head and that only made things heat up more. You brought a hand to his dick, stroking it while you looked at him and saw his hands start to fight to free himself, he just wanted you to continue what you were doing because it felt too good.

You spat into the palm of your hand to make back and forth movements as you felt your insides tighten with emptiness and the desire to take him right there but you liked the idea of just watching him suffer a little. Not that he was suffering from your touch but rather the fact that he wanted to grab your hips and bury himself inside you.

"What's wrong, Yami? I can't see your smile right now" You teased, using his words and he bit his lip, seeing the way you were teasing him

"You're a teaser"He said with a hoarse voice and his eyes half-open

Your hand moved faster around him, his hands fought to free themselves again, you weren't sure if he was closer to coming or letting go from the belt and making you pay for it.

He was right when he said that it wouldn't last long, and besides, he wouldn't need to try very hard to get out of that knot.

And it was when you least expected it that one of his hands was already on your wrist, preventing you from doing anything else, you looked at him after being taken by surprise.

He turned you around and placed you under him on the mattress and pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, looking at your panting and flushed face.

It seems like you would have to leave your revenge for another day.

"You found a way to surpass your limits again, did you?" You smiled and he chuckled

"You make me surpass them"

"Good to kno---" You barely finished your sentence and he turned your back to him and lifted your hips up. All that desire of his was making him impatient and with little time for conversation.

"You talk too much" His hand rested on the red skin after slapping your butt. "Just watch me surpass my limits again"

He was quick to place himself inside you and fill your insides to the deepest point, your fingers grabbed the sheets in front of you and your moans were muffled against it.

“You're so tight right now, Y/n”He sighed heavily."Don't tell me you were thinking about me while you were there fighting?"

He placed one hand on the back of your head, keeping your head against the mattress and the other hand on the headboard as he sped up his thrusts. You could barely breathe at that moment, even if you wanted to lean your head back, his strong hand was pressing you and the only thing you could do was feel your legs tremble and whimper every time his body collided against yours. The others would probably hear all those dirty sounds coming from the room but you wouldn't believe that any of them would be stupid enough to complain about it out loud, unless they wanted to move up the date of their death. He removed one hand from the back of your neck and brought it to your clit to make circular movements that made you tighten more and more around him. You felt the butterflies in your stomach intensifying when you came, your legs weakened and your fingers were still holding the sheets with some strength as he filled you with his cum, until you felt it running down your thighs. He withdrew from you and pulled your body back so that you were leaning against his chest, he bent down and kissed your neck while his arms hugged your body from behind making you feel protected from everything.

He could have all that size and be a brute, but he always seemed so clingy and careful with you. It was as if you changed his personality for something different, not very different but at least it softened this man's little heart a little.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I won't let you go on a mission like that alone again." He said kissing the top of your head and tightening his arms around you

"And I think I should also apologize for breaking the sword.”

"Don't worry about it, I'll find another one. Even if it means not seeing my paycheck for months or probably years." He said, laughing

#black clover #black clover fandom #yami sukehiro #yami sukehiro x reader #smut writing #fics #fluff #He's the one #The way I could write about him for the rest of my life...😫

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kujakumai · 8 months ago

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On the subject of being good with children, which characters do you think WOULD be good babysitters?

YUGIOH CHARACTERS AS BABYSITTERS, RANKED

TOP PICKS:

Seto Kaiba runs an entire company dedicated exclusively to safely entertaining children, and unless his parks are getting continually sued I believe he knows how. Your kindergartner is not only safe with him but will probably leave knowing how to play chess and write in C++. He may allow them to play with knives, but only if they're 9 or over, plus he has all the emergency numbers on speed-dial.

Hiroto Honda babysits his niblings on the regular. Can warm a bottle and change a diaper. A level-headed and practical guy. He’ll be fine as long as his friends don't drag him into a horrible game-themed deathtrap. Don't ask why that caveat exists.

Rishid Ishtar is safe, experienced, has dad energy, however he will crumple like wet paper at the first sign of conflict re: ice cream for dinner / no bedtime / blood-soaked cross-country quest for revenge / an extra episode of cartoons over the screentime limit.

Ishizu Ishtar would make a great babysitter. I don't really have a quirky joke here she just would.

"MAYBE"S

Jonouchi used to watch his little sister and I think he'll do about as well as any other teenager you're paying minimum wage, and with a lot of earnest enthusiasm. Your child will be fine at the end of the night, though they will probably have eaten some junk food and played a T rated videogame.

I do not think Atem would know what to do with a baby, and may panic about it, though if you have an older child he will be happy to offer a rousing speech and some deep-voiced mentorlike advice while teaching them to play board games. Not a bad choice, just try not to leave him with anyone under seven.

Yugi knows zilch about kids and often appears a little annoyed by them. Same general rules as Atem--do not leave him with a baby, but he'll probably just teach an older kid to play shogi or something.

Mai Kujaku will put the kid in front of the television and order pizza while she paints her nails. Honestly, though, what more are you paying her for?

Listen, I love Anzu. I do. She’s smart, driven, and big-hearted, but she is also sort of short-tempered and impatient, and patience is like 90% of child-rearing. Please do not ask Anzu Mazaki to watch your children. She WILL say yes because she needs the money, and she WILL go into it with optimism and gumption, and yes, both she and your child will both be in one piece at the end of the night, but it will be clear from both of their frazzled expressions that she lost most of her sanity an hour in after the fifth "Why?"

DEFINITELY NOT

Ryou Bakura would in theory be a perfectly good, if kind of spacey, babysitter, but you cannot trust him to remain Ryou Bakura, and the other guy is definitely not someone you want anywhere near your children.

I don't think Marik Ishtar has ever interacted with a child for very long and the number of people he talks to that are even his own age is in the single digits. And he is definitely not getting spat on or dealing with any bathroom stuff. I'm not saying he can't figure it out but the learning curve is going to be steep.

I have to put Yami Bakura here in principle and yet for some reason I think it wouldn't go that bad? I mean he definitely doesn't care about the safety of your child. And he may enlist them to the armies of darkness. And he's not cleaning anything up. But he's like, a weird socially awkward over-the-top guy? And children love those? Honestly I think they would both have fun. For at least an hour until everything goes horribly wrong.

Please do not summon Zork Necrophades to babysit your child.

#lmao. that got long. sorry

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kleftiko · 2 years ago

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❦ SAVE A HORSE

farmhand!yami x reader

cw: mature, fem!reader, grinding, cowgirl position, implied virginity loss, major pining, soft sex

"save a horse, ride a cowboy"

the ranch was beautiful. wide open fields stretched as far as the eye could see, with the straw green grass swaying gently in the breeze. the rustic wooden fences added a touch of charm to the picturesque landscape, while the distant sound of horses neighing filled the air, creating a soothing melody that resonated with the tranquility of the country.

your eyes fell on him. he stood tall and strong, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the golden rays of the sun. the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of the horses with a gentle touch and a firm voice spoke volumes about his expertise as a cowboy. there was an undeniable allure to his rugged appearance, from his worn-out cowboy hat to the dust-covered boots that carried him through countless hours of hard work on the ranch, to the half smoked cigarette that never seemed to leave his lip. as you watched him navigate through the fields, a wave of desire washed over you, eyes trailing over the muscular arms that gently guided the animal.

he had been here since last year, when your father hired him. he was getting too old for the long hours and physical demands of running the ranch on his own. the cowboy's presence brought a sense of relief and reassurance, knowing that the legacy of the land would be carried on with care and dedication.

your first impression of him was supposed to be less than favourable. your father had called you down in the morning when you got up; he wanted to introduce you to the new farmhand so you wouldn't be surprised when a random boy wandered around the ranch. your father used the word 'boy', but upon first glance, he was nothing other than a man. standing tall and exuding an air of maturity, his rugged features and calloused hands spoke of hard work and experience. you felt your heart skip as he locked eyes with you.

though he purposefully gave you an unfavourable greeting (a disinterested nod and a "yami"), it didn't dissuade your attraction to him.

his piercing eyes seemed to comprehend everything they took in, reducing you to a jelly-legged mess on the off chance he looked at you. the way he carried himself with a casual confidence only added to your desire, leaving you yearning for even the smallest bit of attention from the stoic man. he seemed a bit too old to be a farmhand, but try as you might, he wouldn't open up or tell you why when you spoke to him.

the most you would get would be a barely lifted brow and a once-over from those scalding eyes that just seemed to strip you down and make you feel so vulnerable.

your parents liked him. he was a hard worker and never made a fuss. not even when your parents told him they could only offer him the loft in the shed to stay in. all he wanted was meals. he used the bathroom in the house, though, and sometimes, if you were lucky, you'd catch him after a shower, with his hair still damp and his large body shirtless as he made his way back to the shed.

you started to volunteer to do the dishes after meals more often. the window in the kitchen looked out onto the couple horses you had. yami was taken with them, and they seemed to love him back. the calmest and most at ease you'd see him is with the horses, and your mother told you off quite a few times for letting the water run too long as you shamelessly stared at the man.

as the months went along, your father's condition worsened, and yami took up nearly all of the work on the farm. your father was old, no other way to say it, and you heard him and your mother sometimes at night talking about the future of the ranch. you wouldn't be able to handle it all on your own, and you weren't looking for a husband anyway, so as far as you know, your parents were planning to start selling things off. ideally, within the year, there would be no more farm.

the thought made your heart sink. what were you going to do if you couldn't look out the window and see yami in the sun, taking off his hat to push back his sweaty hair before rolling up his sleeves. it was this scene that replayed in your head, keeping you up at night and squirming beneath the sheets.

you didn't know what to do.

but when your mother abruptly woke you up one morning and led you to the barn, you had no time to think. there was yami and your father, the older man cradling his arm to his chest as yami helped him off the dirty ground.

"what happened?" you ushered to your father's side.

he had an embarrassed smile on his face as he stood.

"the hayloft used to seem a lot shorter back in the day." he joked, and you noticed the ladder against the wood bearing.

you gave him an exasperated look before yami spoke.

"he only fell off the second rung." he shook his head at your dad. "i told you i’d help after i brought the tools back, old man."

your dad waved him off before wincing as he realized he used his injured arm.

"'s not fun being useless," he sighed and looked at his arm. "but looks like I caused more trouble."

"we'll have to go to the doctor." your mom told him, rewrapping her robe around her body. "at least it's morning; it'll take us all day to make it there."

your dad looked at the sky for a second, then turned to yami and asked, "would'ya mind cleaning up here?"

yami nodded.

"i'll get the cart ready," you tell your parents, but your mom shakes her head.

"no no, you stay here," she said. "i'll take your father. you manage the house."

you were about to protest when she held her hand up, and you shut your mouth.

your mother and father left the barn to get ready, leaving you frowning slightly as yami started to put away the ladder.

"you gonna put some clothes on?" his deep voice caught your attention.

the morning breeze on your legs reminded you that you were only in a nightgown. wordlessly, you left the barn and beelined to the house.

mother assured you they would be back the next day by evening, but when dinner time came, and you and yami were sitting in the kitchen, it started to rain. by dusk, it had picked up into nearly a storm.

sitting in your room, you looked out the window, unable to comfortably sleep while staring at the shed. yami locked up everything before the weather took a turn for the worse, but he insisted on sleeping in the shed tonight, even though you offered your parents bed. the trees around you swayed dangerously, but when the sky lit up with lightning, you got up. the thunder followed as you padded your way outside, drenching yourself as you made your way to the shed.

the door doesn't lock, and your father didn't keep many things in there since yami moved in, so the door swung open easily.

"yami?" you called, but your voice was barely audible above the rain and wind.

the shed was dark, and you couldn't see him, so you called again, louder this time, but still no answer.

ignoring his privacy in favour of getting out of the storm, you made your way to the loft, the rain pelting on the wooden roof muffling the outside slightly, save for the couple leaks that trickled through. this was the worst storm you'd seen in years, and you couldn't let him stay here.

placing your wet foot on a board, you hoisted yourself up to look for him. if only you had time, but the inside of the shed lit up, flashing through the grooves of the wood and nearly blinding you before the roof fell in.

you tried to scream as you lost your grip, but your voice failed you. the delayed thunder that followed crashed around you as you tumbled to the ground, but you never hit it. strong arms wrapped around your middle, but you were too shocked to do anything as you were dragged out of the ruined structure.

the ringing in your ears faded as you heard someone yelling—it was yami. your eyes shot up at him as he still held you.

"what the fuck were you doing?!" he shouted, but you just blinked at him.

the lip of his hat protected him from the rain more than you, but with the wind, it wasn't enough to keep his face and hair completely dry. his expression was angry, and you felt like shrinking away.

"i came to look for you." you said, but were too quiet.

yami just shook his head and dragged you to the house.

once inside the well-framed structure, you repeated yourself.

"i was worried," you said. "where were you anyway?"

"had to lock up the barn again; the chain's old, ‘didn't want it to give in the storm." he said and took off his hat.

he ran a hand down his wet face, a deep sigh hissing out through his teeth, before pinching his nose, as if he were annoyed at you coming to check on him.

"you can't be mad at me for worrying." you furrowed your brows.

"'m not, i just—" but he cut himself off upon looking at you.

his eyes snapped down to your chest, eyebrows immediately raising.

confused, you looked down to see that your soaked nightgown had become translucent from the water. the wet fabric clung to your body, outlining the curves of your hips and breasts, your nipples now protruded harshly as a result of the cold air.

even though you threw your arms around yourself, the damage was done. and upon a second glance, yami wasn't in a much better position, his chest and abs clearly on display through his ragged white shirt.

you just shut up.

"go take a shower." his voice was strained, and his eyes looked away from you. "dry yourself off."

"a—at least let me get you a towel first." you reasoned. there was only one bathroom in the house, so yami would have to wait for you anyway, and you quickly grabbed a towel from the linen closet to hand to him, trying not to stare too obviously at his exposed torso.

despite being in the hot shower, you could still hear the wind and rain hitting the house from outside. you knew your parents would be staying in town until the weather was clear, and you just hoped they had found a place to stay before it got too bad.

when you got out, you wrapped yourself in a towel with the intent to sprint to your room. you hadn't brought your clothes to the bathroom, so you couldn't tell yami to warm himself up until you went downstairs.

but upon closing your room door behind you, you notice the man sitting on your bed with the towel you gave him around his shoulder and only in his briefs, probably having tried to dry off before catching a cold. you yelled in surprise, holding the towel tighter around your body.

"what are you doing in my room!" you cried, and his eyes widened a fraction as you moved towards him on instinct to hit him. "get out!"

"shit—" he said, holding up his arms in defence. "didn't know it was your room!"

"pervert!" your face was burning with embarrassment as you closed your eyes and blindly swatted.

you were so distracted that you forgot about the storm outside. suddenly, a loud crack of thunder jolted you back to reality, drawing a startled yelp from your lips as you jumped back. heart pounding, you nearly jumped into the man, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. yami froze.

"you okay?" he asked slowly.

with a quick shake of your head, he sighed. his arms came around your waist and pulled you into his warm body, your own going around his shoulders and curling into him. as you buried your face in his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming your racing pulse. the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane created a soothing backdrop, gradually easing the tension in your body. In that moment, you found solace in his embrace, grateful for the sense of safety and comfort he provided, you weren't even aware that you crawled into his lap.

"it'll be alright." his deep voice comforted you as his large hand smoothed over your towel covered back.

you shifted on top of him as the wind battered against the house. the man holding you hissed, and you looked up at him with concern as you said, "yami?"

his eyes were screwed shut, jaw clenched, and hands were still against you.

"don't—" he strained. "fuck—don't say my name right now."

you were confused and about to ask why when you felt the reason under your thigh. eyes now wide as you felt his erection through his thin briefs, you noticed yami's head turned away from you.

grinding down gently elicited another groan from the man before he stilled you with his hands on your hips.

"what do you think you're doing?" his eyes were dangerous as he looked down at your trembling form. the fear from the storm seemed to be drowned out by your arousal for the man, and you welcomed the feeling, far preferring it to the former.

you leaned forward, your legs straddling yami as you placed a soft kiss on his rough and unshaven cheek. he sucked in a breath, and you slowly leaned back to look up at him.

"if I start this," he warned you, "i won't stop."

you shook your head softly and said, "please don't stop."

and he attached his lips to yours, a surge of electricity shooting through your body and intensifying the already overwhelming desire between you. the storm raged on outside, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except themoment you shared with yami.

your body melted into his, allowing him to take over. his touch was both gentle and possessive, hands exploring every inch of your body as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. the intensity between you grew with each passing second, the world around you fading into oblivion as you surrendered completely to the intoxicating power of yami.

hips rocked into his again, the rhythm becoming more urgent and desperate. every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that consumed both of you. as the heat between you intensified, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the raw desire and overwhelming lust that bound you together in that moment.

yami's fingers trailed between your legs, and his lips swallowed your whimpers as he began to rub your clit. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine and causing your breath to hitch. the intensity of his caress intensified the already overwhelming pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each skillful stroke, yami's fingers danced across your most sensitive areas, heightening the sensations and driving your mind wild. as his lips continued to silence your moans of pleasure, you surrendered completely to his dominance.

"please." you whimpered into his mouth, never having felt this intense of a desire before. "please, more."

yami's eyes sparkled with a mixture of passion and adoration as he whispered, "i''ll give you everything, baby."

his touch became even more intense, coaxing out pleasure that you never knew existed. the world around you faded away as his touch left fire across you, leaving you breathless and craving more as you shuddered and came on his fingers.

yami's hands continued their skilled movements, prolonging your ecstasy until you were left trembling in his embrace. lost in the waves of pleasure, you realized that this was only the beginning of somethingyou never wanted to end.

your hands eagerly went to his boxers, clumsily groping his erection as you drew groans from his lips. yami tore off your towel, leaving you bare on top of him. as the heat between you intensified, Yami's lips found yours in a hungry kiss. the room filled with the sound of your combined moans, echoing your cries of desire. you yanked down his briefs, his cock slapping against his stomach and making your eyes widen at the size.

you gulped, suddenly fervoring, when yami's rough hand cupped the back of your head and coaxed you in a kiss.

"i got you, baby," he assured, and you nodded.

as his hand trailed down your body, sending shivers of anticipation through you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of trust and surrender. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but with yami's reassuring words, you knew you were in safe hands. he lifted you up easily, aligning you with his cock and slowly entering you. the aching stretch you felt, mixed with the raw passion between you and yami was electrifying. and despite your whimpers, you urged him to continue. every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you surrendered completely to the moment, trusting that yami would take care of you and fulfill your every desire. in earnest, you drop yourself to cover him completely, whining in pain but just needing to feel as close as possible to him.

"fuck, gorgeous," he gritted through his teeth, holding you against him in a soothing manner.

he whispered sweet words of reassurance, promising to make the pain worth it. with each gentle stroke, he eased your discomfort and replaced it with a newfound intensity of pleasure. you let him bounce you on top of him, matching his rhythm and surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the room filled with the symphony of your moans and his grunts as you both lost yourselves in each other. with every thrust, the pleasure escalated, pushing you both closer to the edge of ecstasy as your noises became more wanton.

"i—i didn't," you hiccuped in pleasure, gripping his broad shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself, completely addicted to the spots he could reach inside of oyu. "didn't know it could feel this good."

"fuck, baby, you're perfect." he grunted and captured your lips for another kiss.

the intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine and you knew this was a moment of pure bliss that you never wanted to end. you felt an unfamiliar tightness in your stomach, aching for release as the pleasure continued to build. the overwhelming sensation consumed you, making it impossible to think of anything else except yami's burning touch.

you began to cry, not knowing how to handle the torrent of pleasure coursing through you when his thumb came back to circle your clit. your tears mixed with the sweat on your flushed skin as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. throwing out a hiccuped warning, yami just encouraged you to let go and let him bring you to bliss.

as you let go of all inhibitions, your body trembled with each stroke of his thumb. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the raw ecstasy that yami's touch left. every nerve ending was on fire, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable level. in that moment, you knew that surrendering to yami meant surrendering to pure pleasure, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. and you cried his name as you came, gripping onto him for dear life as he guided you through the high.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, you found yourself breathless and completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. yami's touch had unlocked a realm of pleasure you never knew existed, leaving you yearning for more of his intoxicating embrace.

with another breathless kiss, you collapsed against him, letting him hold you up as your eyes drifted to the window, only to see that the raging storm had turned into a mild shower.

"thank you," you croaked out, nuzzling into his warm touch.

"always, baby." his breathing was uneven, "i'll always be here for you."

#black clover x reader #black clover x you #black clover x y/n #black clover smut #sukehiro yami x reader #yami x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #yami smut #yami sukehiro smut

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puzzleshipping-library · 6 days ago

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it's MERMAY (ft. Mer!Atem)

To kick things off, I am pleased to present a list of Mer!Atem (or Mer!Yami) fics. For lack of a better option, they are in alphabetical order with the rating, word count, completion status, and summary. Please be sure to check the actual fic for additional tags/warnings.

Bon appetit!

Beads of Tears by Yami Yuugi Rating: T | Word Count: ~35,000 | Status: Complete | 2006

A 19 year feud between sister kingdoms is resolved with the discovery of Atlantis's heir. However, problems arise when a painful transformation brings a supposed human to the murky depths of Atlantis and Atlantica for the resolution. Love is found in the most unusual places.

Beliefs by BiBookDemon (locked to AO3 users) Rating: T | Word Count: ~1900 | Status: Complete | 2023

Yugi is a non-believer cause he's just an 'ordinary guy'. Or so he thinks.

Binding Circles by Shamise Rating: T | Word Count: ~53,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2007

The Ocean will call you home.' Is what Yuugi's Grandpa told before he died. Now, a few years later, the ocean really is calling Yuugi, but not in the way he thought it would. A strange creature has claimed Yuugi as his mate. How will he survive?

By The Seashore by AsagiStilinski Rating: T | Word Count: ~2500 | Status: Complete | 2018

He had dark tan skin, long hair in a similar style to Yugi's own, with blonde bangs and a black and red backing, his tail was blood red, with little fins attached to both sides, and lighter colored fins at the bottom He really was a sight to behold… And when his eyes finally slid open, Yugi felt as though his breath had been stolen.

Cerulean by Diaphanousss Rating: T | Word Count: ~1500 | Status: Complete | 2019

He couldn't scream. He couldn't breathe. The water fed off his fear, dwindling him down to near exhaustion. The heat that surged through his blood like wildfire was soon replaced with the frozen sensation of pure utter dread. He thrashed and thrashed and thrashed but he was chained by the strong haul of the water. He sank. And sank.

Cheerful Oblivion by atlas_x Rating: T | Word Count: ~9,000 | Status: Complete | 2023

When Yugi is ten, he's saved by a mythical creature that haunts his dreams. At sixteen, Atem steps into his life when he least expects it and he finally gets the chance to thank his savior properly.

Deep Blue Songspell by cosmicbubble Not Rated | Word Count: ~7,000 | Status: Complete | 2018

Stressed from the work of the day, Yugi wanders out to the ocean and comes across a remarkable - and life-changing - sight.

Deep in the sea, I'll show you what I'm dreaming by BabyBananya Rating: T | Word Count: ~6,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2020

It would be another few hours at least before he would have to start opening up shop- he was sure his grandpa was still asleep soundly upstairs, and, married to his work as that man was, even he didn't wake up this early. But Yuugi couldn't sleep. (Yuugi is a lost highschool graduate stuck in a tiny seaside town, and Atem is a mermaid. What happens next will shock you!😳)

Hidden Depths by Tamo282 Rating: T | Word Count: ~89,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2025

Twelve years ago, the Darkness escaped the crust deep in the ocean, releasing chaos that swept outwards and displaced the proud merfolk clans across the sea. Merciless, it took their way of life along with whatever fell victim within its shadows. Those few who remain struggle to find safety and security. Yugi thought he found someplace safe, but all it took was one careless moment and one storm to tear him from the life he knew…only to place him in the path of another. A strange and mysterious mer with scarlet scales and too many secrets to count.

Jolly Sailor Bold by Kudalyn Rating: M | Word Count: ~10,000 | Status: Complete | 2018

The seas sing for those who are lost, and for those who find as well.' Atem is a siren/merman and Yugi is a ghost haunting a sunken ship Atem comes across. Atem is intrigued by the ghost, hangs around enough that they start to get to know each other, getting attached, and falling for each other over time. But Yugi’s memories start to fade, as ghosts don’t get to stay forever on the living plane, and Atem has to deal with this loss.

(Be sure to also check out the sequel, Shellfish Tendencies!)

Lament in the Waves by PrincipalCellist Rating: T | Word Count: ~15,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2020

Yugi has loved Anzu since forever - but when the Ocean calls, you answer. A siren saved cursed him with a kiss, and now Yugi is part of something he doesn't quite understand. He can feel his heart break with every wave and time is running out. There's still a chance… but sometimes that's worse.

Maelstrom by Lindelle Rating: T | Word Count: ~40,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2010

Yuugi returned to Seattle ready to start fresh - and how better to do so than as a marine biology intern at the world renowned KaibaCorp, Marine Division? However, as Yuugi delves deeper within KaibaCorp's walls, he discovers more than he expected, and finds himself questioning everything he thinks he knows about science, life, and love.

New Life Under the Sea by PuzzleshippingPrincess1989 Rating: M | Word Count: ~27,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2023

Yugi has a terrible life on the surface all he wants is to make friends and fall in love with he man of his dreams. He soon meets Atem a very handsome merman from the city of Luxor.

Paint Me a Sea of Love by VyxenSkye Rating: T | Word Count: ~13,000 | Status: Complete | 2006

Yugi, a reclusive artist who dreams of the ocean. Atem, a young merman who is the reluctant and rebellious Prince of Atlantica. What happens when these two meet in a pure accident and Yugi realizes that Atem is the one that he’s been dreaming of?

Rusalka by Olesia.love Rating: T | Word Count: unknown | Status: Complete | 2008

Yuugi is aquaphobic. So, of course, he falls for the man living in the lake.

Sea Legs by AsagiStilinski Rating: T | Word Count: ~2800 | Status: Complete | 2018

"Just… please Atem, I know how scared you are, but I really think you're worried for nothing, just try to start letting yourself believe that they'll accept you…. please? You do that for me, I'll enjoy myself tommorrow, ok?" The merman glanced up, his expression ill and grim, but still smiling weakly at his partner "You have a deal,"

Sea of Rage by YamiKaykaMotou Rating: T | Word Count: ~7000 | Status: Complete | 2005

Yami is a merman prince. Yugi is human prince. When they meet, will they find a way to be together?

Summer Blues, Ocean's Blue by CharadeChat Rating: N/R | Word Count: ~32,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2023

Yugi Muto, in an effort to get away from his hometown and the associated memories, applies for and is accepted to an archeology internship on the coast of Egypt. Whatever secrets they are uncovering there, Yugi has a strange feeling it has something to do with the red-eyed man he saw in the sea. Prince Atem made a mistake, and now his little mistake is drawing humans in closer to his home. He must find a way to fix everything and drive the humans away, and maybe the kind-looking human he saw could help solve all his problems. The ocean is deep and mysterious, with a power older than time itself that both Yugi and Atem are called by. The only question? Will they answer her call?

Tales from Domino Bay by NaughtyOrgel Rating: E | Word Count: ~17,000 | Status: Complete | 2017

Yugi is trying to catch a fish for his Grandpa's birthday when he becomes distracted by a flirtatious swimmer with a captivating voice.

the third piece by Brandydoll Rating: T | Word Count: ~22,000 | Status: Ongoing | 2021

Atem, prince of the undersea kingdom of Millennium and heir to the thrown, is in an arranged marriage. Atem, fascinated with the world beyond the sea and those who inhabit it, wants nothing to do with it. After Atem risks his own life to save a human from a watery grave, his father’s rage and the fallout that proceeds it is the final push he needs to make his dreams come true. And luckily for Atem, he can get his land legs; for a price, of course. Yugi Muto swears that a mysterious stranger with a beautiful voice rescued him after the KaibaCorp Yacht went down, but everyone insists that he’s the only person they found on the beach. Yugi knows he wasn’t alone that night.

Vows of the Sea by YamiKaykaMotou Rating: T | Word Count: ~4000 | Status: Complete | 2018

Yugi, a human prince is betrothed to Atem, a merman prince. When the queen has other plans for Yugi, will Atem be able to stop them?

There's plenty here to sink you teeth into here already, but standby for the next post tomorrow which will feature mer!Yugi.

#puzzleshipping #starter pack #myths and folklore #alternate universe #trope: mermaids #char: mer!atem #mermay

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teamfreewill58 · 10 months ago

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As much as I love the Millennium World Arc it’s also incredibly heartbreaking to watch Atem go through that. He finally has all the pieces needed to open the tablet of memories and they were all sure that he would remember who he was and then he DIDN’T. Instead he goes through a repeat of what he did when he woke up in the Millennium Puzzle where he doesn’t know what’s going on or anything at all but instead of getting to try to piece things together he’s dropped right into the middle of huge dire events. And he does gradually start to get things back but for a huge chunk of it he’s completely in the dark AGAIN. He didn’t actually start remembering things until around where TKB dropped him in the river and his friends gave him his name. And it’s heartbreaking. It’s heart breaking how for the majority of the arc he had to just take people’s word for shit and just blindly trust that they were being honest and that what they were informing him was true. The fact that he spent a year and a half getting used to being with Yugi in his time period and then within two seconds of entering the Millennium World he’s barraged by his past at a million miles an hour, and its not even an everyday kind of day its his friggin -coronation-. So of course he can’t excuse himself. Like thank goodness for royal attendants so he could try and get information from Shimon who was more than willing to explain things to him and didn’t get mad or confused by him not knowing what was going on, he just was like “okay I dunno why the Pharaoh needs an explanation but I’ll explain.” And just look at him.

Like he’s so overwhelmed and its so sad because yeah he’s finally getting answers about his past but like at the same time he’s not. Just as he was a stranger in Yugi’s body and life now he’s a stranger in his own body and his own life. Unlike the people in his memories he feels out of place and he IS out of place sitting here where everyone knows him and he SHOULD know these people and he DOESN’T.

The scene on the balcony where Yugi can feel his loneliness and Atem is thinking about all of these new but familiar faces he goes, “Everyone here knows who I am. But I don’t know anyone. As a Pharaoh, did I truly understand them? And did they know the real me?” ( Ep 203 11:38) And yet in spite of that he still tried his absolute best to properly navigate being a Pharaoh and he nails it. He steps in himself to deal with Yami Bakura each time, and even though he hasn’t touched a sword in over 3,000 years we see he still knows how to use one just like he still knows how to ride a horse. Any time there is a battle in this arc Atem is front and center being a leader and protecting people or on his way to the battle.

Even though Mahad isn’t there for long (I mean I guess he kind of is because he becomes a card) the scene of him and Atem running into Mana is one of my favorites because that moment Atem realizes that these two were his friends and he did have friends he relaxes and starts flourishing as a pharaoh.

#pharaoh atem #atem #analysis #ygo #yami yugi #yugioh #atem yugi #he’s so pretty #but my poor baby #he just kept going through hell

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lyranova · 2 years ago

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Hii! I love your fics!! May I please request a oneshot where yami's squad member (y/n) turns into a baby / child (whichever is better), and brings her to the captains ' meeting as he has no other choice? (y/n) calls everyone dad / mom and it makes them all super soft for her? like yami is first annoyed then softens up, nozel is straight up rude as usual but everyone glares at him for that (cause they're so protective of her already uwu) and he ends up being soft for her too. idk, this was a 2 am thought im sorry!! thank you for taking requests 😭💞

Hiya anon! No worries 2am thoughts are always fine and fun, tbh I tend to get them a lot myself 😆! Aw thank you so much I’m so glad you like my fics, and you’re welcome, I enjoy taking requests! It gives me something fun and different to do 🥰! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: None

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Yami didn’t know how this happened, she was fine when she left on a mission with Asta and Noelle, but when they all came back she was a baby! When he asked them what the hell happened Asta and Noelle explained that it was the bad guys magic; he could make people really old, or really young!

Yami had ordered them to take her back to the mage and force him to change her back but Noelle explained that they tried, but the mage said his spell would only wear off in 24 hours. So for now…they were stuck with her being a toddler!

She was still able to walk at least, talking on the other hand…well she was only able to say a handful of words, mainly ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’. Which kind of bothered Yami since he didn’t want to be called ‘daddy’ by a member of his squad, but she wasn't really eager to learn ‘Yami’ at the moment he would have to deal with it for now.

Yami fully intended to leave her at the squad as he went to a Captain’s meeting, but when Yami began to ask who wanted to be in charge of their toddler squadmate every single Black Bull scattered like leaves in a gust of wind.

Which was how he ended up in his current situation; in the Captain’s meeting room, with his toddler squadmate sitting in his lap, as the other Captain’s ‘oohed’ and ‘awwed’ over her.

“ Aw look how adorable she is! I didn’t know you had a baby Yami!” Dorothy said as she began to use her Glamour World magic to create small toys to keep her entertained. Charlotte crossed her arms as she looked at the child.

‘Yami had a child?! Why didn’t he say anything? Does that mean he’s married or has a committed partner? Or is the child a product of a one night stand? Yami doesn’t seem to be the type to do that though, so he must have someone! Why didn’t he say anything, I’m so jealous of her, why didn’t I confess to him sooner?!’ Charlotte’s mind raced as she stared at the little girl, she didn’t look like Yami, but that could easily be explained away. The girl looked at Charlotte with wide eyes before she smiled brightly and reached her arms out towards the Briar mage.

“ Mommy?” She asked cutely before her smile widened. “ Mommy!”

Charlotte and Dorothy’s hearts quickly melted and they both couldn’t help but say ‘How Cute~!’. Yami sighed and shook his head.

“ The Prickly Princess ain’t your mom, and I’m not her dad. She’s a member of my squad who got turned into a toddler on a mission earlier. The other brats took off running when I asked them to baby sit her.” Yami explained as he held the small girl still. She looked up at him with a pout but did stop moving.

“ I see, so how long will she be like this?” Fuegoleon asked as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, the girl looked at him for a moment before her bright smile returned.

“ Daddy!” She shouted brightly and with a giggle, Fuegoleon’s brows raised in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face.

“ I’m sorry to say that I’m not your father little one.” Fuegoloen told her gently as he patted her on the head, the little girl pouted.

“ She seems to only be able to say ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, which makes sense since she’s only like 1 or 2.” Yami said in an unsure tone, Rill tilted his head.

“ I think she’s closer to a year and a half! Babies are generally able to walk by the time they’re one, and can talk in short sentences by the age of two, so logically she should be somewhere in between since she can walk but not really talk!” Rill said thoughtfully as he stared at the young girl.

“ How the hell do you know that kid?” Jack asked with a frown and Rill suddenly laughed sheepishly.

“ Me and my squad sometimes volunteer at the orphanages in the city and the sisters explained it to me when I tried to have a group of kids tell me about their paintings.” Rill explained and the others nodded.

The little girls eyes moved to Nozel, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed, ignoring her effectively.

“ Daddy…?” She asked hesitantly and Nozel’s eyes shot open and he glared coldly at her.

“ I’m not your father, and I wish you would refrain from calling me that.” He told the girl, his tone as cold as ice, the little girl jumped for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears.

The girl began to cry and wail at the top of her lungs, everyone glared openly at Nozel.

“ What the hell did you do that for braid boy?!” Yami asked as he and the others tried to console the toddler and Nozel’s eyes widened a bit.

“ Geez Nozel she’s just a baby, can’t you be just a little nicer with her?” Dorothy asked as she put her hands on her hips and had a angry look on her face. Nozel’s cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked away.

“ Don’t listen to him brat,” Yami said to the toddler as he gently patted her head. “ You can call of us ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ as much as you like. And ignore him.” Yami instructed them as his hand moved away from her head and began to wipe away her tears.

“ Yeah! Nozel’s just jealous because he doesn’t have a cool baby of his own!” Rill said as he crossed his arms, and Jack looked over at the Silver Eagles Captain.

“ Even I’m not that big of a jerk to kids bird boy.” He muttered with a shake of his head, Nozel sighed loudly before turning to look at them all.

“ I’m not jealous and I’m not angry at the child!” Nozel shouted accidentally, causing everyones eyes to widen. “ It’s just…” He glanced over at Dorothy, and she suddenly realized why he was acting the way he was.

Seeing that little girl was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him, so all he knew to do was lash out in order to hide his true emotions.

“ It’s just that a Captain’s meeting is no place for a child as young as her. Here, we talk about and see so many terrible things that it could easily traumatize someone as young as her for life. Don’t you think it would be better for her to remain innocent to the horrors of the world just a little longer?” Nozel asked with a sigh.

“ Uh, she’s already seen the horrors of the world remember? She’s actually a Magic Knight?” Yami pointed out in confusion, causing Nozel’s face to turn a brighter red.

“ Nozel does have a point. A Captain’s meeting is no place for a young child,” Fuegoloen agreed before he reached out to take her from Yami. “ So I suggest that she stay with Marx for the time being, and once the meetings over Yami can take her back. Alright?” He watched as all the others nodded and he carefully carried the child through the doors and to Marx.

The meeting ended fairly quickly and now Yami was heading back to the Black Bulls Hideout. After being full of energy all day she had finally wore herself out and was sound asleep in Yami’s arms. He chuckled a bit as he looked down at her, as much as he didn’t want to babysit her at first, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace and he was actually going to miss her being this small.

At least until she woke up and began to torment everyone again, then he wouldn’t be able to wait until she transformed back into her normal self again.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#asks #anon🌟#black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshot #black clover x reader #black clover x y/n #black clover x you #sukehiro yami #yami sukehiro #nozel silva #dorothy unsworth #charlotte roselei #rill boismortier #jack the ripper #fuegoleon vermillion

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xoxorealitygalore · 3 months ago

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CHILL BABY (5)

Summary: Yami navigates the chaos of life while searching for peace, with Jacob by her side, encouraging her to embrace imperfection and trust the process. Together, they discover that although life may never be free from chaos, it is possible to find stillness within it, ultimately transforming both of their paths in unexpected and profound ways.

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter Four

February 2025

Jacob and Yami had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Valentine’s Day. It was their first Valentine’s together, and they had only been a couple since December. Yet, in those few short months, their connection had grown deeper with each passing day. It was a connection that felt inevitable as if their paths had been meant to cross, and now, everything seemed to align perfectly. They were not just a couple, they were a team, their lives intertwining more and more, sharing intimate moments, conversations, and laughter, and their relationship developing into something that made both of them feel seen, understood, and valued. And this particular Valentine's Day, Yami was determined to make it special for Jacob.

The couple was in Washington, D.C., staying at a hotel near the Capital One Arena, where they were working the Friday Night Smackdown show later that evening. They planned on spending time together before the show, and Yami had a plan to surprise Jacob. She knew he had been hitting the hotel gym that morning, enjoying his workout alongside his cousins, who were also in town for the event. Yami decided that the early morning hours were the perfect time to execute her thoughtful surprise.

With a determined smile, Yami arranged for a beautiful bouquet of roses to be delivered to Jacob at the gym. The bouquet, a collection of deep red roses, their petals perfectly unfurled, was accompanied by a card that read, “Will you be my Valentine?” It was simple but meaningful, just the right gesture to show Jacob how much she cared and how much he meant to her. As the delivery made its way toward the hotel gym, Yami made a mental note of what was next on her list: breakfast. She had to make sure Jacob had the best start to his Valentine’s Day, so she headed out to pick up his favorite breakfast from Waffle House. It was a comfort meal, something he loved, and Yami knew it would make Jacob smile.

Meanwhile, Jacob was lost in the rhythm of his workout at the hotel gym. He was lifting weights, sweat glistening on his brow as his cousins Jonathan and Joseph offered lighthearted commentary and encouragement. The gym was filled with the clank of weights and the occasional grunt of effort, but Jacob was too focused on his sets to think about anything else. That was until the front desk attendant appeared, holding a bouquet of roses with a smile. “These are for you,” the attendant said, handing the bouquet to Jacob.

Jacob stopped mid-rep, confusion etching across his face as he stared at the roses in his hands. “Oh, wow,” he said, stunned by the unexpected gift. It wasn’t something that happened every day. He’d never been in a situation where someone asked him to be their Valentine, and the gesture caught him off guard.

His cousin Jonathan, ever the joker, let out a laugh. “I ain’t never get asked to be someone’s Valentine,” he said, shaking his head.

Joseph, ever the practical one, chuckled softly as he glanced at Jacob. “Yami doing this? That’s so her,” he remarked with a knowing grin. “She knows how to make you feel special.”

Jacob grinned, holding the bouquet close to his chest. “Let me go to my woman,” he said, already feeling a rush of affection. He was eager to get back to their room, his heart beating faster with excitement.

“Use a condom!” Joseph called out after him, unable to resist the playful tease. Jonathan burst into laughter, but Jacob didn’t stop to entertain them any longer. He was already making his way to the elevator, the roses still clutched tightly in his hands.

The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, and Jacob stood there, smiling at the bouquet. He felt like a lovesick teenager, his mind spinning with excitement. He could hardly believe this was his reality, that someone like Yami, someone so beautiful, thoughtful, and kind, had chosen him. He had never experienced a love like this before. It was pure, it was real, and it made him feel seen, appreciated, and like he truly mattered.

As the elevator rose toward their floor, Jacob replayed the moment in his head, his heart swelling with emotion. This wasn’t just a Valentine’s Day surprise, it was a reminder of how far they had come together. The past couple of months had been nothing short of magical, and Jacob couldn’t help but feel thankful for every moment. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out into the hallway, eager to see what else Yami had in store for him.

As Jacob walked into their hotel room, he was immediately greeted by the sight of the space transformed. The room was adorned with flowers—roses, of course, along with other vibrant blooms that filled the air with a sweet fragrance. Heart-shaped balloons floated above the bed, their metallic surfaces gleaming in the soft light filtering through the window. And on the mirror, there was a heart shape made entirely out of sticker notes. In the center of the heart, a handwritten note read, “Hope you enjoyed the gym. Shower up, and let’s eat breakfast.”

Jacob’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. He was overwhelmed by the thought and effort Yami had put into creating this special moment. It was beyond anything he had expected. He gently placed the bouquet on the table, then made his way to the bathroom to shower, a smile never leaving his face.

By the time Jacob finished his shower, Yami was already in the room, wrapped in a grey robe with a hoodie pulled over her head. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her smile bright as she stood beside a small table that held their breakfast. The plates were carefully plated, a comforting spread of eggs, hash browns, sausages, and waffles, the perfect start to the day. As Yami handed Jacob a robe similar to hers, she gave him a playful grin.

Jacob, still in awe of the morning's events, looked at Yami with appreciation. “I ain’t never get flowers before,” he said, his voice filled with genuine wonder.

Yami chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Be prepared to receive them often,” she said, her tone light but sincere.

Jacob, a little nervous but filled with happiness, nodded eagerly. “Yes,” he said, his voice steady. “Yes, I’ll be your Valentine.”

Yami’s smile widened, her eyes softening with affection. “Yay! Thank you,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “Let’s eat, and then we can have some real fun.” She winked at him, and Jacob couldn’t help but laugh, his heart full of joy. This was exactly what he had always wanted, someone who made him feel special, someone who saw him for who he truly was. He had found that in Yami, and he was determined to show her how much she meant to him every day.

As they sat down to enjoy their breakfast together, the quiet hum of the hotel room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in the moment. They ate, talked, and laughed, enjoying the simple yet meaningful connection they shared. There was no rush, no pressure, just the joy of being together. It was a perfect start to what would surely be a perfect day.

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It was Jacob’s turn to make it special for Yami. The scene was set backstage at the Capital One Arena in Washington, D.C., where the Friday Night Smackdown show was in full swing.

The air was thick with energy, the low hum of excited voices, and the pounding bass of the arena's sound system drifting from the main stage. Wrestlers hurried through hallways, staff moved in synchronized chaos, and the smell of popcorn and energy drinks wafted through the air. But amidst the excitement of the evening, Jacob had only one focus—Yami.

As Yami’s match against Tiffany progressed, Jacob stood backstage, watching Yami with a mixture of awe and pride. She was a force to be reckoned with, and seeing her out there in the ring reminded him of why he had fallen for her. Yami wasn’t just strong physically; she was strong in spirit, and that was what Jacob admired most about her. The way she carried herself, the way she navigated both the complexities of her profession and the intricacies of their relationship, was something he would always cherish.

He knew that after the match, she would need some space to process her victory or defeat, depending on how things went, but Jacob was determined to be there for her when she walked off that stage. He had his plans for making the day unforgettable. Valentine’s Day was often filled with roses, chocolates, and romantic gestures but Jacob wanted to take it one step further. He wanted to pour his heart into a moment Yami would never forget, and he knew it had to be a moment that was uniquely them.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of Yami’s entrance music echoed through the arena, signaling the end of her match. Her performance had been flawless, powerful, graceful, and precise, as always but more than that, she had fought with heart. She had a fire inside of her that couldn’t be extinguished, and that fire was something Jacob admired deeply.

Now, as he stood waiting for her, he could feel the anticipation building in his chest. This would be their moment. This would be the moment he would let her know just how much she meant to him.

Yami emerged from the backstage area, her body still flushed from the physical exertion of the match. Her face was flushed with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction, but there was something else in her eyes—vulnerability. It was the moment when the bravado of the fighter fell away, and the woman beneath it surfaced, a woman who wanted to be loved, cherished, and understood. Jacob’s heart swelled as he caught sight of her. She was so beautiful, even in the aftermath of her battle.

As Yami walked down the narrow hallway, her head slightly tilted, and a small smile tugging at her lips, Jacob stepped forward. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to do this now, while they were alone before anything else could distract them from what he had planned.

He approached her with purpose, the bouquet of roses in his hand and a small bag of her favorite candy, Sour Patches, tucked in his other hand. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, a slight furrow crossing her brow as she tried to make sense of what was unfolding.

“Hey,” Jacob said softly, his voice a little breathless with excitement and nerves. He wasn’t sure if he could even speak clearly, his emotions running high. “I have something for you.”

Yami’s eyes softened as she looked at him, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “Jacob, what is this?” she asked, her voice gentle but full of curiosity.

Jacob grinned, holding the bouquet of roses out to her. “It’s for you. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, his voice trembling with the sincerity of his feelings.

Her hands reached out instinctively to take the bouquet, and as she did, she noticed the familiar bag of Sour Patches candy, her favorite. She smiled knowingly. “Sour Patches too?” she teased, her voice light and teasing.

Jacob nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. “Of course. I know you’re a sucker for them,” he said with a grin. But then, as if the weight of the moment finally settled on him, Jacob cleared his throat. He wasn’t done.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. He unfolded it carefully, his heart pounding as he gazed at the poem he had written just for her. This wasn’t just any poem; it was a reflection of his feelings, of how he saw her, of what she meant to him.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to meet Yami’s. “There’s something else I want to say,” he began. “I wrote this for you.” He paused for a moment, feeling the nervousness rising in his chest. But he steadied himself. He had to do this right. He had to let her know what she meant to him.

Yami listened intently, her eyes glistening with something soft and tender. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she could tell from the way Jacob was looking at her that this was important.

Jacob began to read, his voice steady but filled with emotion:

“From the first moment we met, I knew,

There was something about you, something true.

With every smile and every touch,

I knew that I cared for you so much.

You’re the strength that lifts me when I fall,

The voice of reason, my guide through it all.

And though I’ve seen you fight with might,

It’s your heart that shines the brightest light.

So, on this day, I take this chance,

To ask you to be mine, with this simple dance,

Will you be my Valentine, my love, my friend?

Let’s walk this path, together, till the end.”

Jacob looked up from the paper, his heart racing, waiting for Yami’s response.

Yami stood frozen for a moment, her heart caught in her throat. She had never heard anything so sincere, so beautiful. The poem was like a reflection of the love she felt for him was powerful, raw, and true. A tear slipped down her cheek, her chest tight with emotion. She blinked, trying to hold it together, but the weight of Jacob’s words was too much.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, love, and a touch of awe. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Jacob… you… you’re incredible.”

Jacob’s heart swelled with happiness as he watched her tear up, his own eyes misting with emotion. This was it. This was the moment when everything clicked into place. She was the one. And she was standing right in front of him, accepting his love.

Yami stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She cupped his face gently with her hands, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. She searched his eyes for a moment, her breath shaky, before she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that conveyed everything they had built together in their short time together. It was sweet, tender, and full of promise, a promise of more moments like this, more love, more memories.

When the kiss finally ended, they both pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Of course, I’ll be your Valentine,” Yami whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Jacob grinned, his hands holding her tighter as he pulled her back into another kiss, feeling the overwhelming joy that filled him. He had done it. He had made Valentine’s Day something unforgettable for her. But more than that, he had shown Yami just how much she meant to him, in the most sincere, vulnerable way possible.

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After the excitement of the Friday Night Smackdown show had died down and the crowds had slowly dispersed from Capital One Arena, the night still held a lingering energy. The arena was no longer filled with deafening cheers and bright spotlights, but the city of Washington, D.C. hummed with quiet excitement. For Jacob and Yami, the night was far from over. It had just begun. Their Valentine’s Day had already been filled with sweet surprises, from Yami sending Jacob roses at the gym to the roses and Sour Patches backstage to the tender moment when Jacob had asked her to be his Valentine with a poem. But now, as the city’s nighttime pulse thrummed around them, the couple found themselves headed to an intimate dinner, a quiet retreat to share their private moment.

They walked side by side, hand in hand, down the dimly lit streets of D.C., the cool evening air carrying the scent of fresh rain on the pavement. There was a calmness now, after the rush of the day. Jacob could feel the warmth of Yami’s hand in his, and every step with her felt natural like they had always been walking this path together. He had planned for this dinner a week before at an upscale restaurant tucked away in a corner of the city, a place known for its intimate ambiance and exquisite food. He wanted tonight to be special for her, a time to reflect on all the memories they had created together, and to set the stage for what was to come.

When they arrived, the maître d' led them to their table, a cozy corner booth that offered both privacy and a perfect view of the city lights through the restaurant’s large windows. A soft candle flickered between them, casting a warm glow over their faces. The ambiance was elegant but not ostentatious, with subtle music playing in the background, allowing them to focus on one another.

Yami settled into the plush seat, looking around with appreciation. “This place is beautiful,” she said, her eyes softening as she took in the atmosphere. “You know how to plan a night.”

Jacob smiled, his heart swelling at the compliment. He took a seat across from her, and for a moment, they simply gazed at each other, comfortable in the silence. It was a rare thing for them, a moment without distractions, just the two of them. The hum of the restaurant was a gentle backdrop, but all Jacob could hear was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the soft sound of Yami’s breathing.

“I wanted tonight to be perfect for you,” Jacob said, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “You’ve made this Valentine’s Day one I’ll never forget. I just wanted to return the favor.”

Yami’s smile softened as she met his gaze. “You’ve already made it perfect, Jacob. You’ve done more than enough.”

Their waiter arrived at the table, offering them a selection of wine to pair with their meals. They made their choices, and as the waiter departed, Jacob’s eyes didn’t leave Yami’s. The moment felt right. It felt like they had reached a point in their relationship where the conversation could turn from lighthearted flirtation to something deeper, something more meaningful.

For a brief second, Jacob hesitated. His fingers traced the edge of his glass, and he took a breath. He had been thinking about this for a while. He had never been one to rush into anything, but with Yami, everything felt so right. He didn’t want to waste time wondering what could be when he already knew what he wanted.

Yami noticed the shift in his demeanor, the way his smile faded into something more thoughtful. She tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice tender, almost coaxing.

Jacob looked at her for a moment, then set down his glass and leaned in just a little closer. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, his voice steady but with an undertone of vulnerability that Yami immediately picked up on. “We’ve been together for a while now, and every day it feels like we just… fit. I don’t know how else to explain it. It just feels like… like I’ve found something real.”

Yami’s heart skipped a beat. The words hit her in a way she hadn’t expected, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She didn’t say anything, though. She simply nodded, waiting for Jacob to continue. She could tell he had more to say.

Jacob’s eyes held hers, and there was an intensity there, something deeper than the surface level of their relationship. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He trailed off for a moment, his throat tightening with nerves he hadn’t expected. He cleared it and then looked at her with a steady gaze. “Would you ever want to get married?”

The question hung in the air like the soft flicker of the candle between them. Jacob’s heart thudded in his chest, but there was something freeing about asking the question aloud. It had been on his mind for a while, but hearing himself say it made everything feel real. There was no taking it back now.

Yami’s expression softened, her lips curving into a slight smile as she leaned back in her seat, processing the question. It wasn’t a question she had expected tonight, but she wasn’t caught off guard by it. She had felt the same connection, the same pull between them. The question wasn’t whether they loved each other, but whether they both envisioned a future together in the same way.

She took a deep breath, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her wine glass as she thought about her response. Jacob’s question wasn’t a rushed one; it wasn’t one born out of pressure, but out of a genuine curiosity, a desire to know if they were on the same page.

Finally, she met his gaze again, her eyes soft, but with a touch of playfulness. “Only if you’re asking,” she said, her voice teasing, but there was an underlying sincerity in her words. She knew exactly what she meant. She wasn’t ready to put her heart into something unless it was with someone who truly meant to make that commitment. But she was also open to the possibility.

Jacob felt a rush of relief wash over him at her response. He could tell by the way she looked at him, by the way she spoke, that she wasn’t closed off to the idea. She wasn’t saying no, she was simply putting the ball in his court. And in that moment, he realized that the only way forward with her was with full transparency, with no fear of asking the hard questions or making the bold moves.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low but filled with determination. “I am asking,” he said, his words coming out with more certainty than he had expected. “And I’m asking because I want you to be my forever. I want to build a life with you, and I don’t want to wait around for the future when the present already feels this good.”

Yami’s heart swelled with emotion at his words. She felt the depth of his sincerity, and it touched her in a way nothing else had. She hadn’t expected such an earnest confession on Valentine’s Day, but it felt right. She could feel her own emotions rising, a soft flush warming her cheeks as she reached across the table, taking his hand in hers.

“Then yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Yes, I would want to get married… if you’re asking.”

Jacob’s heart soared at her response. His thumb brushed over her knuckles as he squeezed her hand gently. There was no grand gesture, no dramatic moment just the quiet understanding that they both wanted the same thing, that they were ready to take the next step together.

For a moment, they both sat in the warmth of their shared silence, simply enjoying the truth of their connection, this realization, was all they needed.

The future stretched out before them, bright with possibilities, and they knew they would face it together, whatever it held.

And in that quiet corner of the restaurant, in the intimacy of the moment, they shared another kiss. A kiss that held more than just affection, it held the promise of a life they would build, hand in hand, one step at a time.

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