#just an unholy post about my unholy thoughts about sand's legs

[fanfictionroxs]

These shots of Sand's legs should be illegal 😳👀

Hand in marriage, more like legs in marriage! PLEASE SAND SERIOUSLY SCREW RAY, YOU COME TO THE TUMBLR QUEERS AND WE WILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING BABY 😍

Episode 5 gave us SO MUCH including THAT WAIST 👀

[chuckbass-love]

The Owner | Ari Levinson

Summary: In which the reader has a crush on The Red Sea Diving Resort manager Guy/Ari

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

I address him as Guy in this since that’s what the hotel guests know him as.

Warning: SMUT. 18+

I was inspired to write some Ari smut by @shellbilee​ after reading After All This Time and Three Days. So thank you for the inspo and love your writing.

GIF NOT MINE. credit goes to @sheisraging as it states underneath the gif that this account made it! Full credit to them.

You feel the throbbing headache still very much present in your head as you awaken, you’d hoped it would have disappeared after some sleep but clearly not. You slowly open your eyes and look around, squinting at the bright view of the sun shining into your hotel room. Another day of adventure awaits at The Red Sea Diving Resort. You pull the covers off of your naked body and force yourself out of bed, onto your feet. Shower time.

Once showered, you start to change. Deciding on just a bikini for today, sunbathing is all you’ll be doing. You head out, making your way to reception to grab some breakfast before you properly begin your day and as you reach reception, there he is. The owner. Guy.

You take your seat and sip at your coffee, trying not to stare at the man before you. It’s a struggle to say the least. He’s tall, muscly and looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods. His shaggy brown hair is slicked back and wet, he must have been diving with some of the guests recently. 

You start getting lost in your thoughts, thinking of all the things you’d want to do to him and the things you’d want him to do to you but it’ll never happen. A girl can dream right? You take another sip of your coffee, trying to pull your lustful eyes away from his physique. 

Just as you go to look away, his eyes meet yours. They are blue with a hint of green, perfect just like him. He flashes you a shy smile before looking away to talk to his colleagues. 

You’ve been staying here for three days so far, since being here you’ve noticed the ladies fawning upon him whenever they see him. You can’t say that you blame them but you prefer to admire him from afar. Rarely talking to him. You’re too nervous around guys. You don’t do too well with the whole flirting fiasco. Not your scene whatsoever. You finish eating and get up from your spot, making your way out to the beach for some much needed tanning time.

You set up a pretty decent spot on the sand, laying your towel down and getting out your earphones for some musical entertainment. This is heaven.

You feel a sudden splash of what feels like ice cold water drip onto your torso, your eyes flicker open to see him. Stood over you, in his wet suit. You take your earphones out and prop yourself up onto your elbows. “Hi” he greets “Y/N is it?” a huge grin plastered across his face. “Hi and yes it is” you give a small smile, not wanting to look keen. “The next diving tour is in ten minutes if you wanna join” you shrug, sitting up properly “It’s a pretty irresistible offer but i’m afraid i’m enjoying this sun too much” a sad look washes over him and then you see his eyes widen, what is he looking at?.

“You’ve um, your bikini top seems-” you look down, immediately noticing that your nipple was poking out of your bikini top. So embarrassing. “Omg, i’m so sorry” you chuckle in hopes that he’d see the funny side. “It’s no worries, not a bad view actually” he smirks as he stands up and heads over to the group of divers. Did he really just say that? Your stomach starts to flutter with butterflies and the need to have him. Guess you’ll see what happens.

You start packing up your bag and head back to your room for some chill time before dinner. Once you reach the door you notice Guy in the distance, he’s just coming back from the dive. His wetsuit zip is halfway down his torso, showing off his muscly hairy chest. Making you just want to dive onto him and kiss him. But you don’t have the guts. Instead you just stare in admiration and head into the room. You slip the bikini off of your body and head to the shower so you can freshen up. Once out you decide on a simple white sundress for dinner and some matching flats. It’s only dinner, no need to make a lot of effort.

You stroll into the reception area, by the tables, noticing Guy isn’t here. Everyone is but him. You wonder why. You continue with your evening, eating and laughing with the other guests. You’ve made friends with pretty much all of them, which is nice. When travelling alone it’s nice to make friends along the way. Just as you’re about to give up hope that you’ll see him tonight, he walks through the front doors, panting. 

“I’ll tell you what, i love the long route they have here, it’s great for a late night run” he starts gulping down some water as the other staff members laugh at his sweaty state. He turns round to check the guests out and his eyes fix on you. He shoots you a quick smile and a wink, making your cheeks heat up. 

You go back to the book that you bought down to read in between courses. You hear a chair slide across the ground, you look up to find him sat in front of you. “So how come a beautiful woman like yourself is on holiday alone?” you bite your bottom lip “Well it was booked for me and my ex boyfriend but i found him in bed with my best friend. So i decided i needed some me time” you explain, he looks at you with a sad look in his blue eyes. “I’m sorry to hear that, you didn’t deserve that” you nod in agreement and wave the whole subject off. If you’re finally able to have a full conversation with this man you don’t want it to be centred around your scumbag ex.

“What you reading?” he asks and you hold up the book before placing the bookmark in it and laying it on the table. “Catcher In The Rye, nice choice” you both just sit there for a few minutes, talking away and noticing how the other guests are starting to leave. 

“I best get back to my room anyways” you stand up, picking the book up and walking past him but you feel a hand grab a hold of your wrist “You don’t have to go you know” he pleads, you look back to see him staring at you with those eyes, almost like he’s looking into your soul. “Well i suppose another drink won’t hurt eh?” he shoots up, pulling you along to the bar. You both sit on it as you sip your drinks. He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up as it sits in his mouth, god that mouth of his. Unholy thoughts come to your mind. 

You continue to talk about everything. From past relationships to books and even sex. Yes sex. You both share awkward sex stories. “I might have only had one serious relationship but i’ve had my fair share of awkward tales from the bedroom” you giggle after telling him the story of that one time during a one night stand that you’d had sex with this guy and afterwards he asked you to urinate on him and in his mouth. “Now i don’t discriminate but i think that’s more something you reveal about yourself with someone you plan to date, not a one night stand” he throws his head back in laughter, trying to stop himself from making too much noise, being that everyone has gone to bed. 

“I’m sorry but that is hilarious. Did you do it?” you shake your head aggressively. “I refused. Made out like i didn’t need to go to the bathroom, i was desperate to go but had to hold it in until i got home” he laughs even more, placing a hand on your leg. “How about you then?” you raise your eyebrows “got any mortifying experiences you’d care to share?” he starts to think, looking around the room.

“Ah there was that one time a girl tried to fuck me in the ass. Which you know, don’t get me wrong people like what they like but i’m not into that so i refused completely. She kicked me out after though” wow “Oh god” you say in shock “Yeah i was butt naked in the street, she didn’t give me the chance to get changed so i had to dress myself on her door step” now that would be a sight for sore eyes. “Poor neighbours” you chuckle, he nudges you slightly making you apologise sarcastically. “I’ll have you know my body is breath taking and as for my dick, that’s even more of a sight” you don’t doubt that for a second. “I bet” you say in a ‘sure’ tone. Earning yourself a glare from him.

“Gee thanks, you’re not so bad yourself by the way” you look into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. “About that, i’m so embarrassed about that incident earlier” you cover your face with your hand, hiding the embarrassment. He pulls it away “Don’t apologise, to be honest. If it were only me on the beach then i wouldn’t have mentioned it. But i didn’t like the thought of other men ogling you” what does he mean by that? You furrow your brows, in confusion at his remark.

“All i’ve been able to think about since you arrived is kissing you and since i saw you on the beach earlier, in that very small bikini, your perfect nipples poking out. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have my way with you” shit. Is this about to happen? “I can’t say i haven’t felt it too” he’s in shock “Really?” you thought you’d made it painfully obvious. “You haven’t noticed me looking at you?” he tries to shrug but you can see he’s thinking about it.

“I mean looking back, i can see it now yeah” is he going to kiss you or are you gonna have to make the first move. And with that thought his lips come crashing onto yours, his body moving closer, closing the space between the two of you. He runs his fingers through his hair and then cups your face with both hands, deepening the kiss. He pulls away from you, your breaths are heavy. He jumps off of the bar, standing in front of you with hunger and lust in his eyes and a playful grin forming onto his perfect lips.

“Are you okay with this?” you nod your head and he picks you up off of the bar, your legs wrapping around him and he walks you both back to your room. Once inside, he wastes no time. Undressing himself and then you. Saving the best part until last, your panties. He slowly slides them down your legs, kissing as he goes along. They drop to the floor and you step out of them, leaving you naked at his disposal. “Such a sexy body Y/N” he mumbles, his speech distorted by his face being buried in your skin. Kissing every inch of you before laying you on the bed. 

He takes his boxers off to reveal his huge erection. SHIT. You gulp at the sight and thought of that going inside of you “Don’t worry baby, i’ll stretch you out nicely” he hovers over you, his arms either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you. He lifts your legs up and his body shuffles down the bed and towards your soaked pussy. You know what’s about to happen and you can tell he’s taking his time, teasing you. “Fuck” you moan out as he licks from your wet state to your clit, his beard scratching slightly. “Ugh baby, just like that” you tug at his long brown locks, a bit too roughly but you can’t help it. This feels incredible. You try to not scream as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

No man has ever had these tongue skills before and it’s taking you by surprise. Your hands, balling the sheets beneath you into a fist as the pleasure continues. “You like that baby? like it when i suck on your clit like this” he groans, doing it once again. “Please” is all you are able to get out “Please what” you roll your eyes into the back of your head and your back starts to arch, you can feel your forthcoming orgasm getting closer and closer. “Please, i’m gonna cum, don’t stop” the noises he’s making, bringing you closer. Slurping and sucking like a man starved, like he’s not eaten for days. “Cum on my tongue baby, come on Y/N” he encourages and that’s all you need to send you over the edge. Into a euphoric state. Seeing stars. WOW.

Your chest is heaving, you try to slow your breathing but it’s no use. He crawls back up your body, giggling at your reaction. “I would ask how that was but i think i have my answer right here” you slap his chest playfully. He leans down to kiss you, biting your lip to ask for entrance to which you gladly accept. He slides it in, beginning a battle for dominance with yours and of course he wins. You can taste yourself on him, making your clit twitch at the arousal he gives you.

He starts pumping himself a couple of times before resting his tip at your entrance, he peppers kisses from your lips to your neck before looking back to your eyes. “Stop teasing alrea- OMG” you immediately scream out as he slams into you. Not caring who hears at this point. “Such a tight cunt” he grunts “Oh fuck baby, don’t stop” he sits up, lifting your legs and resting them onto his shoulders, still ramming into you as he holds your ankles. “You’re taking this cock so well baby” your eyes roll back once again and all that comes out of your mouth are incomprehensible murmurs. He’s incredible, doing you like he’s known your body for years. 

You can’t hold it much longer, your second orgasm nearing. “That’s it, clench that pretty pussy around this cock Y/N. Cum all over me” his words are your weakness. Seeing his face as he fucks you and hearing his words fall off his beautiful lips. You can feel it inside of you, getting closer. “Fuck that’s it” he whispers, continuing to thrust in and out, showing no signs of slowing down. “Cum for me baby” seconds later, you tighten around him, your clit throbbing as he rubs at it quickly. “Good girl” he smiles down at you. “Such a pretty sight seeing you cum on my cock” you bite your lip as he lowers your legs, pulling out of your. He flips you both around so he’s lying on the bed.

You flick your hair to the side as you kneel in between his legs. You arch your back, making sure your ass is in the air, for his purpose only. “Shit” his eyes roll back as you lick the tip before taking all of him. He bottoms out in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Is my cock too much for you sweetheart?” he grabs a fistful of your hair in his hands. Holding it out of your face. You look him in the eyes as you bob your head up and down on his big length, you can tell you’re doing a good job because he’s struggling to get his words out. “Keep going baby” he starts bucking his hips up into your mouth, fucking it. “Taking all of this cock in that tiny mouth of yours. Such a good girl” you continue to let him thrust into your mouth, making you gag once again. “I’m gonna cum baby” and with that, his cock twitches in your mouth, followed by his warm liquid filling you. You take your mouth off of him, swallowing all of his juices and earning a groan from him. “Swallowing all of me like a good little girl” you flash him a seductive smile and he pulls you down next to him,

You rest your head on his chest “That was certainly worth the wait” he pants “It was” you have no complaints. All of those hours spent thinking about how it would feel to have him between your legs and in your bed. Fucking you good. He definitely lived up to your expectations. “We are definitely making this a regular thing” you’re shocked. You expected him to just fuck and be over you. “That pussy is way too good to only have once” your cheeks heat up slightly but you can’t say you’re not ecstatic.

[themiscyra1983]

☕️

You submitted this months ago and I couldn’t think of a favorite passage of anything I had actually published then but I’ve just started posting one of the things I’ve been working on so I can answer it now.

All our planning, all our scheming, all our cleverness, it had all come down to this. We had broken ourselves like waves against an uncaring shore. In time, perhaps, we would have worn mountains down to sand, and washed it all away to the sea.

But time was a luxury we did not have.

I knelt, unwillingly, upon the cold stone floor, my arms and head locked in an iron frame large and heavy enough that I tilted painfully forward, my legs locked in place with chains and bolts driven so deep I could not hope to free myself. To my left, Alice was restrained exactly the same way. To my right, Leah, too, was clad in irons, with one crucial difference: blades were set at her throat, her wrists, and around her legs. If she dared to shift, key arteries would be sliced open in the process, so quickly that even she couldn’t hope to survive. All of us had been dressed in sackcloth, rough and itchy against the skin, and our legs and feet had been left bare.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. As I gazed at the dais before us, at the three thrones that sat there and the three ancient vampires who ruled from those looming seats, I saw the most heartbreaking of all the sights in this room. Callie knelt next to the central throne, her head bowed and her skin mottled with dark bruises, her arms chained behind her back, a gag fitted in her mouth, and a steel collar about her neck. A chain was attached to the collar, and Aro himself held it in his long, white fingers, grinning like a maniac.

Beside me, I could hear Leah growling, almost constantly, a low, ominous rumble that bubbled up from her gut and echoed through her throat. When I glanced over, I could see her eyes flickering periodically, becoming vaguely wolfish before she managed to wrest back her self-control. I tried to give her as much silent encouragement as I could. The last thing I wanted was to watch her die - to watch any of my loved ones die. But then, really, all I was doing was delaying the inevitable.

“You poor, precious angels,” Aro cooed, as though we were nothing more than wayward children. I supposed, to him, we were. “You thought you’d had a new idea, didn’t you? You really thought you could succeed where so many have failed. Did you truly believe no one else had tried? That you had weapons and tactics we hadn’t seen before, in all the centuries of our reign? Scarcely any of you over a century in age, but oh, never mind that. Your cause is right. Your cause is just. The gods must be on your side. Was that it?”

His blood-red eyes, covered in a milky film but somehow no less ominous, locked with my gaze. “The gods are fickle, my dear. In my time, we understood that very well.”

“Someday you will fall,” Alice spat beside me.

Aro gave her a look of exaggerated surprise. “Will we? Was that another of your famed visions? A pity you didn’t see your own downfall, little one. A genuine shame. I had such high hopes for you, Alice. And you, Bella! Such potential. So badly wasted. If only we could delude ourselves into thinking you were nothing but poor little lost lambs, led astray by false shepherds. Alas. We know better. You, Isabella Swan, were the ringleader. You must be an example to all. And these, your most faithful friends...well. They must be part of that example as well.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I looked around frantically. I could see no avenues for escape. But my other loved ones - the other Cullens, the other shifters, the other vampires I counted as friends, Kate, Jessica, Angela, Rosalie, dad - were nowhere in sight. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe some of them got away. Maybe…

There was a sudden murmur from the faceless masses attending this audience in the throne room of the Volturi. Gray-cloaked guards filed in from doors on each side of the room, each of them bearing a silver platter, and each platter bore the lifeless head of a vampire, or a shifter, or a hybrid. Sam, Paul, Jared, Jacob, Embry, Quil, Seth, Eleazar, Carmen, Tanya, Irina, Carlisle, Esme, Eleanor, Jessamine, Jasper, Edward, Emmett, Kate, Rosalie, my father...they all stared in silent, sightless accusation.

I’d failed them. I’d failed them all.

I sobbed, despite my best effort to show no emotion before these utter bastards. Leah snarled, starting to shake as she fought her transformation. Aro’s smile widened.

“Bring out the main course,” he ordered.

Jane and Alec stepped abruptly into view, dragging Jessica and Angela with them. Both of them looked battered and broken, tears streaming down their faces, and Jessica in particular had been bound tightly and gagged, just like Callie, so she couldn’t save herself with any magic spells. Jane shoved Jessica into Caius’s lap, and he grinned like a hungry crocodile, but Marcus, as ever, remained distant and impassive. Instead of giving Angela to him, Alec kept hold of her, while his twin sister joined him on Angela’s other side. Ang’s eyes flicked to Edward, and she let out a loud wail, shaking violently.

Aro dragged Callie up and into his own lap, stroking her hair while she trembled, too weak and too frightened to do anything more. He looked to either side, nodding - and then as Caius, Jane and Alec attacked their own victims, he tore open my best friend’s throat and drank greedily.

Some of the vampires watching surged briefly forward in bloodlust and hunger, only to be stopped by the Volturi guard. There was no stopping Leah. An inhuman howl ripped from her throat, her bonds twisting with a loud, metallic screech as she exploded into her wolf form - and the blades did their work, cutting deep, sending her red, red blood spilling all across the stone floor, some of it splattering across my face and arms as she stumbled to the ground. Her howl fell into a low, fading series of whimpers, and her eyes met mine as the light slowly faded and her breathing stopped. Her heart stuttered in her chest and grew still.

A terrible heat began to rise, deep in my belly. I could feel tendrils of starfire snaking their way through me, worming through my limbs, up my throat, into my eyes. Something beneath my skin began to glow with a nuclear fire, writhing and twitching like worms burrowed deep in my flesh.

But no one else seemed to take any notice, even as my eyeballs grew so hot I thought they might explode, even as an unceasing light burned brighter and brighter within me, even as I felt something wake. Aro finished his meal and threw Callie’s bloodied corpse into the crowd, a melee breaking out as multiple vampires fought over his scraps. He rose from his throne, his pale hands wiping at his bloodied mouth and chin, though this did little more than spread the mess. He licked his long fingers as he strode over to Alice, smiling beatifically down at her. Then, with an exasperated, almost paternal sigh, he grabbed her head and tore it off, kicking her body to the floor in a smooth motion. He nodded to a guard as he walked away, and the cloaked figure stepped forward with a torch, setting Alice’s headless body ablaze, even as the life left her swiftly slackening face.

I began to shake, the light within me flaring brighter still, and something whispering in my brain in ancient and unholy tongues. Beneath my breath, I echoed its words, in a dead language that no human had ever known, and yet, the underlying sentiment resonated in my soul. Death. Destruction. An end to this petty creation and all the petty things that dwelt there. Let the stars align, let the barriers shatter, and let it all be washed clean in the pure and infinite fire.

“Alas. Poor Alice,” Aro pronounced, holding her head aloft. He wasn’t even looking at me - he’d turned to address Marcus. “I knew her, Marcus...oh, come on, dear boy, the least you could do is crack a smile…”

No words fell from my mouth - or, at least, none that these insects would understand. My mouth opened wider than ever before, my skin cracking to grant it more space, and I screamed. Light exploded out from me, and the creatures all around me lost their sparkle in an instant, lost their strength, their glory. Blood poured from their noses, their mouths, their ears.

I wasn’t done. My head snapped back, my gaze turning skyward, and I was nothing but the scream and the stream of light that burst upward like a solar flare. The castle shattered all around us. The former vampires exploded in bursts of light, like tiny supernovae - exactly like supernovae, because I could see the gorgeous gamma ray bursts they gave off, shimmering in the prettiest shades of lethality. I could see so much now.

I giggled, even as I screamed, even as the tentacles of light ripped their way from my crude mortal shell with sweet, delicious agony, even as I grew, and grew. I howled with laughter as my fire expanded across the place I had once known as Volterra, then the place the pitiful inhabitants of this world had called Italy, then something I thought I might have heard referred to once as Eurasia, and finally all the way around a little cinder called...oh, I no longer remembered. It scarcely mattered. I was already spreading out and out and out, across the entire universe, and even thatwasn’t enough, I was everything and I needed more and oh, just there, someone had thought they could wall me in, foolish little thing…

I shattered the barriers that separated the finite and the infinite, and light met light with the most terrific explosion, and I laughed and I cried and I gibbered and I screamed.

[helviiryn]

On Scouting and Goblins

Scout, but try not to engage. A easy enough task, or at least it was a task that was meant to be easy. After Nimruil dropped Inithelian off somewhere near Daelin's Point, he took a moment to gather his surroundings and plot the best course of action ahead. Walking through the locals, he could catch whispering and idle chatter and gossip. Everyone's topic at hand? Naga. Great, was all the blood mage thought to himself. Fish people, just what I needed, Ini should have taken this place instead. Nimruil sighed to himself, adjusting the rapier at his side to tighten it's leather harness. The path most logical out of the fort, that is where he would go. However the path most logical, he would also quickly find was somewhat not the best; discovery of blockades and militia posted, and in the distance on the coast....Naga. He stopped clear before he even got to the exit of the fort and heaved a sigh. "Of course, why did I possibly think the roads would be clear. Oh no, fucking fish people just have to ruin my day." He grumbled audibly to himself, raising brows from the locals as he backtracked the way he came. Side areas, he would have to trudge around side areas, which judging by the local meant wading through farmlands and hills. Great.

A break in the wall from earlier bombardments with Naga harpoons, and a little jump down, and Nim slipped past the walls of the fort  to land on the outskirts. The first thing he did was check the perimeter near him, just to see if there were any nasties in the direct vicinity. He saw nothing, at least not to the naked eye. He had great eyesight....when it wasn't bright ass sunlight. Even with lenses in his mask he always had a harder time seeing in the daylight. Squinting up at the sun, hand shrouding over the eyes of his mask, Nim took stock of what direction he was in, and where he needed to go. North, he needed to go North...and there was North with just a little turn of his body. Hand gripping the hilt of his rapier, and off he went. Heels had to carefully pick through the rocky, grassy terrain of what was essentially coastal farmland as far as the eye can see. Nim's head was on a swivel, eyes darting from side to side, he didn't really want to be caught unaware by a Naga...or worse, one of their Sea Giants they allied with.

Nothing was really known of the location that Mac had given him, other than warnings of Naga, which he could clearly see on the horizon. Naga, Sea Giants and absolutely massive creatures in which resembled a eel that grew far too large for their own goods. Nim kept to the edges, cutting through the hills to end up on the coast near the little island he was tasked in observing, steering clear from the Naga entirely; let the locals handle that, it wasn't exactly his pressing problem in the moment. At a distance as he watched the island grow closer on the horizon, the man initially thought that his area might have actually been promising, but nothing would have prepared him for how fundamentally wrong he was.

It was the scent that hit him first, a scent he knew all too well from all of his time spent with Mordred. The heavy, cloying scent of oil clogging his keen senses, stuffing his nose. The air grew heavy with it the closer he approached the coast between shoreline and island, a scent that combined with the distinct tang of metal. Clanking, whirring, cogs and wheels echoing a racket along the water; heavy machines were heard first, and seen second once Nim had actually stepped foot on the beach. His jaw dropped. The waters were thick and viscous, blackened by oil slicking the very tops of once pristine salt waters. Plumes of smoke belched in the air from the machines dotted along the coast, sinking into the earth like his own fangs sunk into a bite.

Shouts off to his side shook him from his reverie, snapping his focus to the source of the disturbance. The crude language and slang of Goblins assaulted his ears, as several of the creatures themselves started sprinting for Nim. "*Shit," He swore to himself, and took off into a sprint further down the coastline, directed away from the distant fort. Sand kicked up by his heels, spraying behind him as he trudged through, but running in sand was gods awful and didn't exactly allow his full potential. Lungs burned and legs pounded, attention hyper focused ahead of him. That is, until a explosion abruptly rocketed at his side, sending shrapnel and heated sand flying all around the magi. He hissed, throwing his hands up to protect himself from the rain of debris, though some metal had tore through the softer bits of his armors to rip bloodied wounds dotted along his body. A quick glance threw over his shoulder to quick what was happening, and it was a glance just in time to see that several of the maybe eight or so Goblins had rocket launchers trained on him. Directing his attention away, even for a split second, while still running would prove hazardous for Nim, as his run had him barreling straight for a oil spill slicking up the sand ahead of him. Footing slipping from under him, lean body flailed into a slide akin to that of someone on a frozen lake without blades. His body tumbled forward, flipping and rolling through the sand to dirty himself with beach debris and thick stains of oil; making him look like the strangest abstract painting of sand, oil and blood.

Though fate almost seemed kind, in a ironic twist, it was his fall that saved his life as the three rockets shot at him went zooming straight over his head; barely just missing contact with him in a close degree that was not at all comfortable. The rockets shot ahead of him, exploding upon contact with the beach to send more waves of sand into the air and crash down in a messy heap. Dirty, pissed, and with something of a twisted ankle now, Nim grit his teeth in a lowly growl rumbling within his chest. The magi flipped himself from his stomach to his back, facing the oncoming Goblins still shouting at him in that horrid dialect of theirs. He smirked behind his expressionless, blood wept mask as both hands raised. One gloved tugged down, exposing the dark grey of his palm only for the width of his flesh to be sliced into by a sharpened silver thumb ring adorning him. A flash of sanguine, a aura of red and wide, wicked eyes glinted behind his mask with a cruel and unseen grin. The Goblins had no idea what as coming, had not clue, and had no way to prepare.

Both of Nim's hands rose towards the Goblins with that vibrant bloody glow twisting around long fingers, muttering incoherently under his breath with a reverb to his voice that sounded....wholly unnatural, wholly unholy. It wouldn't be quick, wouldn't even be noticeable at first by the Goblins, in fact they would be allowed to get closer and closer to Nim before they would start to really feel the start of their demise. It would start with a little heat, perhaps they were just running too hard, or the fuses of their rockets a little too potent. Then came the sweats and the sluggishness, slowing their run down from stubby little legs moving frantically to stumbling about. Then would come the confusion, the delirium as the heat rose steadily within their body. A fever, but not just any fever, a fever controlled by the twisting of blood manipulation. Slower, slower, hotter, hotter....the Goblins were forced into a complete halt nearly at Nim's feet. They panted and yelped, clawing at themselves as if to dig into a unseen itch....or to open their veins and vent the heat building within them. A little fever would become a liquid wildfire running through their bodies. Green skin started to physically bubble as the blood in their very bodies turned against them and *boiled* like a pot left too long on the burner. Screams of agony, and then the dull thud of collapsing corpses, and the Goblins which sought to end Nim, were snuffed out. 

Satisfied by his magic's work, Nim smoothly brought himself to a stand, brushing his hands along his armors to flake off excess sand. A deep scowl was brought to his face, however, when he looked at the state of himself. New armors tattered by shrapnel, pieces of metal still sticking out of his skin, and oil smudged absolutely everywhere. He was going to need to bring those in for repairs and professional cleaning, and he wasn't the happiest about it. He leaned down, swiping one of the rocket launchers away from a dead Goblin, uncaring on the roughness of removing it from his grasp. If someone was going to show him the disrespect of shooting missiles at him, he wasn't going to show the respect of careful loot recovery. He turned the contraption in his hands over a few times, humming to himself. "Mord will like this." He stated to himself out loud before hoisting the thing over his shoulder. "Fuck this place." Was his firm stance on his section of the coast. With little more fanfare, Nim stepped over several dead Goblins, picking his way between them and made a definite journey back to the fort. He was officially done with this place.

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In the White Light - Prideshipping fanfic Chapter 22

Also on AO3.

Author’s note: I know this is a weird time to mention this, but did I happen to mention the strong, frequent Fire Emblem influences throughout this fic yet? :3 For instance, the “ancient Egyptian” is just the backwards Japanese lyrics to FE songs that have lyrics.

Fire Emblem Fates is said to be the worst game in the series, but I quite like it. This fanfic might as well be considered a Yu-Gi-Oh/Fire Emblem Fates crossover. Overall, I love Yu-Gi-Oh to death, but Fire Emblem has been part of my life for over 17 years and will always be my number one fandom. I highly recommend the "newer" Fire Emblem games (Fates, Awakening, Echoes, and Three Houses).

Chapter 22 – Dawn Breaks

Yami Yugi waited for Mana and Kisara’s departure before saying anything. “Kaiba…”

“…Pharaoh.” At first, Kaiba didn’t mind the old rival’s tension that lingered in the air. But that feeling lasted only a few seconds before the KaibaCorp president approached Yami Yugi and hugged him.

“K-Kaiba… My love?”

At that moment, Kaiba dropped his tough demeanour, not giving two shits at the “Dweeb Patrol” that saw this side of him. “You know, ever since I started that duel with Bakura, I’ve realized something. I love you. I’ll never find another man like you, one who can match my skills and fulfill my every wish. If I can’t have you because we live in different times… If I have to go back to modern day Domino City without you, then… I would rather die alone.”

“Me too, Kaiba…” In between kisses, Yami Yugi spoke, “Just like in my past life, I refuse to find a queen if that queen isn’t you. I’ve sworn my heart to you ever since the events in Dartz’s lair.”

Kaiba now held the pharaoh by the shoulders and looked into his eyes. “So. What is this ‘information that you have learned today?’”

“I have finally learned what my real name is. I’ve finally learned the last piece of my forgotten memories. But now that our true enemy is vanquished, I’ve no need to use its true power.”

“Good.” Kaiba pulled Yami Yugi in again. “I think we’ve had enough ‘epic’ battles for one day.”

Just then, a voice with seemingly no source appeared. “That’s fine with me! It will make taking over all Egypt that much easier!”

“Oh, great,” Kaiba scoffed. “How many times do people have to die in this joint before they really die? Bakura.”

“Listen more closely, love. It sounds like the Bandit King, but his voice is warped. I mean, more than usual. In fact…” Yami Yugi gasped when he slowly started to realize just who it was that now stood before him. “…Zorc.”

“Pharaoh.” Zorc stared the couple down. “We meet again. Ah, if the Bandit King wasn’t dead because he sacrificed himself to revive me, then I’d thank him.”

“Tristan, don’t even make jokes about this guy’s penis again,” Joey spoke.

“Joey…” Kaiba had never addressed Joey by his first name before. Already half-shifted, he ordered, “All of you need to get the hell out of here!”

“No way, Kaiba! Don’t you remember how we all fought together on Atlantis?”

“No, Joey, he’s right,” added Yami Yugi. “I admire your courage, but this is not your fight. Go take the others where it is safe!”

“Pharaoh… Fine, then I trust you.” Joey summoned Red-Eyes Black Dragon, and everyone else quickly mounted it. “Hiyah!”

“How bold of you to think that just two puny humans could defeat the all-powerful Dark One Zorc! What makes you think this fight will be any different from the fights we’ve had in the past?”

“I’ll show you what I mean.” Yami Yugi closed his eyes. “Hear my name and tremble, Dark One! I am the son of Aknamkanon… Atem!”

Kaiba said nothing as a beam of light emitted from the man he loved, revealing a man with a gold crown, white tunic, and skin the colour of cinnamon. “Atem…” He loved the sound of the pharaoh’s name.

“Kaiba… There is only one way to defeat him. You must shapeshift while I weaken him with the Pharaoh’s Incantation.”

“No! What if you-”

“There is no time!” Atem yelled as hordes of zombies and mummies crept out of the dunes. Adding to the gravity of the task were the presence of golems, hurling rocks at Atem that he barely dodged in time. “I hate to sound like a broken record, but don’t forget our promises.”

“And ours!”

“Joey!” Kaiba turned around. “I thought I told you dweebs to flee.”

“See, here’s the thing you gotta learn about us friends, rich boy. We don’t concern ourselves with trivial things like ‘fleeing.’”

“And we don’t concern ourselves with trivial things like letting Joey Wheeler show us up!” Rex and Weevil spoke in unison, completely in human form now.

“You shouldn’t be out here either! Unless…”

“Y’all heal fast,” Joey finished Atem’s sentence. “Eh, must be a shapeshifter thing.”

“Truth be told, I’m still tired as hell from that last battle, so I can’t transform… But I can use this!” Rex summoned Serpent Night Dragon, and soon after, Weevil’s Metamorphosed Insect Queen followed.

“I am by your side too, my pharaoh,” Kisara joined in with her Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

“So am I!” Mana twirled her staves about. “This is for Master… I’ll show you all what he’s taught me!”

“I will use my cards for good this time,” spoke Marik. “You can count on it.”

“Everyone… Join me! And fight for the salvation of all Egypt!” Atem paused before beginning the Incantation. “Ukuyimusus ot e imay… Azuo on aukah anorustu…”

“My power is… fading… But why?” Zorc glared down at an unfazed Kaiba. “Priest Seto’s modern incarnation… It’s all your damned fault! I’ll kill you just like I’ve done in the past!”

The light from Kaiba’s transformation shone brighter than the sun directly above. “Zorc… I am going to destroy you once and for all!” he growled as he, with an energy beam at the ready, charged at the Dark One.

“Hah!” Nice try, you dumb dragon!” Despite his colossal size, Zorc could evade Kaiba’s attack just fine. He leapt from sand dune to sand dune like a hare while locking his spite-filled gaze on Kaiba.

Neither the constant need to take a deep breath nor the whiplash from the recoil after many shots stopped Kaiba from his attempt to kill the Dark One. “You get weaker and weaker! Is this seriously all you have after all these years?”

“Oh, quite the contrary, Kaiba.” Zorc smirked. “You haven’t seen the last of me yet! The powers of all that is unholy compel you!”

“Oooh. I’d be shaking in my boots, if I had any.” Kaiba attempted to shoot another Shining Neutron Blast at Zorc, but every time he did so, a fiend or some other appeared to take the hit instead. With each fiend destroyed, the cloud of sand whipped up even more. “See? I can fight like one of you shapeshifters now!”

“Don’t you dare put yourself on par with my kind, vermin!” Kaiba thundered, soaring into a lone cloud and firing a beam across the desert.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t,” Zorc admitted halfheartedly as he lured Kaiba farther from the dragon’s allies. “After all, I am superior to the likes of you!”

“You’re not going anywhere!” Kaiba, with a powerful gust underneath his wings, followed Zorc towards the villages. “Here? Does your wickedness know any bounds?”

“What’s the matter, dragon boy? Scared of harming this pathetic excuse of a country?” Zorc heckled as he demolished a few houses near Kaiba without remorse.

“If you hate it so much, then why do you live in it?” Kaiba returned the attack, narrowly avoiding destroying a stone building.

“Because it is my goal to rid this country – along with the rest of Earth – of all its life.” Spurring Kaiba to follow him to an especially poor village, Zorc aimed an attack there. “This village… It doesn’t need to exist. Don’t you agree?”

“Oh gods…” A butcher left his shop, staring at Zorc with chills across his body. “What is that thing?”

“No!” A baker, with a weak leg, from across the street clung to a nearby wooden post. “It’s an evil god! He’s going to destroy our village!”

“Don’t you dare, Zorc!” Kaiba warned through an expression full of hatred.

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do to me? Use your self-destruction Shining Nova? I dare you to try! I am going to blast this puny village, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

“Zorc, no!” Kaiba, ignoring the cruel whip of the wind on his face, tried to block the shots. But already had witnessed wood splinters and rubble of the village scattered where it once stood.

“Our… Our village…” The butcher, who along with his fellow villagers barely managed to escape the explosion, knelt on the sand and mourned as the splinters dug into his knees.

“It’s now a wasteland…” The baker and his wife held each other while they cried. “We need to get the survivors to the nearest medical ward! Maybe the palace…”

“Don’t think I’m going to let you live!” Zorc threatened, poised to shoot the village’s survivors down.

“Don’t think I am going to let you kill them!” Kaiba let loose a long beam that blocked Zorc’s shots.

“Out of my way!” Having lost interest in the villagers, Zorc returned to just outside the palace. He noticed that during the course of the battle, Rex and Atem had been separated from the rest of the army. “Pharaoh…”

“Argh…” Kaiba tolerated the fresh gash on his left temple and endeavoured to catch up with his opponent.

“Prepare to fall, pharaoh!”

As Zorc prepared another attack, Rex happened to notice the Dark One before Atem could turn around. Whilst running to protect the pharaoh, the dinosaur duelist yelled, “Atem! Look out!”

“Rabbit stew! Babe!” Kaiba didn’t care that the gash slowed him down, he tried his best to conjure up an attack of his own anyway.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to, as a “new” ally came to Rex’s rescue, chanting, “Urataw imu on arozihsoh! Asabust ikaneragek!”

“Isis!” Atem beamed in relief at the sight of his High Priestess, whose incantation created a barrier. “Thank Ra that you’re okay! But Mahad… He-”

“I know, my king, I know… That is why I will fight alongside you and protect you.” Isis looked up to Kaiba, who had just arrived at the scene. “And you as well, Kaiba.”

“Ishizu… No, Isis.” Kaiba turned his attention back to Zorc. “Let me handle this dirtbag.”

“Grr! Why do you care so much about the people of this country?” Zorc temporarily ceased fire. “Are you not the president of a modern corporation who rejects all ‘occult nonsense?’ What is the point of doing it all if you’re destined to return to your own time anyway?”

“I just want to prove how much better I am than you, that’s all. And… I want to leave behind a peaceful world for the man I love.”

“A man of few words, I see.” Zorc generated a rope of thick shadows from his hands. “The only thing you’ll be leaving behind, however, is your corpse when I unleash this attack upon you.”

“Of what do you speak, fool?”

“Oh, you’ll see soon enough.” The rope of shadows danced about the desert, clearing the dunes in its path. “And now, be prepared to taste the power of the darkness of people’s hearts of the past five thousand years!”

“That’s a few too many ‘of’s’ for my lik-”

For a short while, Kaiba held his position firmly, ready to give his life to protect Egypt. The shadows abruptly emerged from the dunes, catching him off guard and hitting him square in the chest. As quickly as a peregrine falcon, the dragon dove headfirst into the sand dune below, too weak to hold onto his dragon form.

“K-Kaiba! No!!” Atem shrieked, beginning to panic.

“Red-Eyes! Take us to where Kaiba just fell!” Joey ordered as the others followed.

“Hehehe…” Zorc didn’t intervene. “It’ll be fun watching Kaiba slowly die before the lot of you dies!”

“Do you see him anywhere?” Atem asked.

“Not yet, milord,” Isis replied as she helped her pharaoh survey the area.

“What if he…”

“Atem! Over here!” Marik alerted, having spotted tufts of chestnut hair barely sticking out from the sand.

“If he’s buried that deep, then…” Atem frantically started digging as he feared Kaiba’s fate even more. The sight of his beloved’s mutilated body shattered his heart. “Oh… no… Kaiba!”

“What awful wounds…” Weevil gaped, covering his mouth with his hands.

“Kaiba… Kaiba, can you hear me?” Atem picked Kaiba up, attempting to slap him awake. “My… My love… Please, open your eyes…”

“Pharaoh…” spoke Joey. “Kaiba is…”