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The Queens Gambit: Snippet Collection

Here comes the next snippet which would be the first scene of the first chapter of the fanfic I hope I write one day. Enjoy!

Snippet 2: Before Duelist Kingdom

On the day of her 15th birthday, Sehrazat Faizan woke up like any other school day.

More asleep than awake and with a groan.

She didn’t care that today was also her birthday, it was too earlier!

Why does school start this earlier? That was inhuman!

The dark blue-haired girl put her pillow over her head.

Any minute now Kihana would storm her room and drag her out of bed. She loved her best friend, but these were times when she wished Kihana and her family would live in their own house.

…Yeah, Sehrazat didn’t think that would stop Kihana either.

There!

She heard the familiar boom of her door open and she wanted to cry.

Today was her birthday, even a special one in her family, why couldn’t she stay at home and sleep?

Fuck, school!

“Rise and shine, your highness!”, sing-songend Kihana. She couldn’t be normal. Who was that happy, at this time?! “Today is your birthday, happy birthday my dear Sehra!”

Aww, at least this was cute.

It stopped being cute when Kihana gripped her blanket and left her in the cold morning air.

Sehrazat hissed like an angry cat and rolled herself into a ball.

Cold, way too cold!

Why were mornings so cold in Domino? How she missed the warm mornings in Lisabon!

Kihanan just tutted at her. The white-haired girl with the bluest eyes Sehrazat had ever seen was merciless. She gripped one of her arms and just let her fall to the floor!

“Hey, what was that for!”, Sehrazat shrieked offended.

The floor was even colder!

Kihana put her hands on her waist.

She was already wearing the Domino High School Uniform, her long white hair perfectly groomed into a ponytail, decent make-up which made her blue eye even more pop and her white porcelain skin glowing healthily.

“That’s the only way to wake you up, Sehrazat and you know it. We do this five times a week.”, reminds her Kihana.

Making a face Sehrazat stood up and has to control her worse not make an even worser face. She still reached only under Kihana’s breast.

Why was her best friend tall like a supermodel and she was small like a child?

They were now the same age, so unfair!

Only Sadiye, Kihana’s younger sister, was smaller than her! And that was because she really was a ten-year-old child.

Again, so unfair.

Pouting she followed Kihana to the dining room, where both their mom’s already were with little Sadiye eating breakfast.

Even if they all lived in Japan now, they still had a more wester-styled breakfast. With pancakes, cornflakes, bacon, and eggs, you name it.

That didn’t mean none of them had tasted the local cuisine.

For example, Sehrazat loved Ramen like she was Naruto from the same named Manga, but sometimes you needed a bit home.

They were all original from Egpyt, but Rahila, Kihana, and Sadiye’s mom, and her own mom Amira grow up in London, England.

Sehrazat’s Grandmother still lives there, like Kihana and Sadiye’s Grandparents.

Besides Rahila and Kihana, who were white-passing, all of them were black.

Sadiye was the first to note them.

“Happy Birthday, Sehra!”, shouted the ten-year-old, which gripped the attention of the two older women.

Her mother smiled and stand up from her sit. She opened her arms for her.

“Good morning, my little princess, and happy, happy birthday!”

Still tired Sehrazat let herself fall into her mother’s embrace. Ah, nothing to rise her spirits like her mama’s hugs! She was warm and smelled, like always after jasmine and sandalwood. Comforting and homey.

“Happy Birthday, your highness. Now you are finally 15.”, said Rahila to her and Sehrazat felt how her head was patted.

“Thanks aunty Rahila.”

They all sit down at the table and Amira signed wistfully.

“15 years already…I can’t believe time flew so fast. It was like yesterday you wear this tiny and I could pick up you whenever I wanted.”

“She still IS tiny!”, joked Sadiye and grinned at her.

Sehrazat looked at her angrily and bit into her pancake.

Kihana tutted her little sister, who shrugged her shoulder.

Sadly it was true.

Didn’t mean like Sehrazat liked to hear that.

“And you can still pick her up Amira.”, reminded Rahila.

Thanks, aunty!

Sehrazat bit harder into her pancake.

“You know what I mean.”, said Amira and then turned to her daughter. “Don’t forget, today IS a special birthday. Now you will be the Keeper.”

It took Sehrazat any amount of strength to not roll her eyes.

Ah, yes, she became now the Keeper of the mysterious Millennium Fragment which was in possession of her family since the times of the great pharaohs.

She never even saw that thing, because her mother keep it in a golden little box with Hieroglyphs written on it.

But nearly anyone treated it like it was something sacred.

Holy!

The dark blue-haired girl thought personally that it was too much. It was just some jewelry.

Yes, really older jewelry, but jewelry.

There was nothing special about it.

Or let’s say better she didn’t want to believe the stories her mother and grandmother told her.

They were just too crazy!

Next

My Beloved: Nezuko KamadoXReader

You couldn’t say for sure when it started, but you know one thing: you were deeply in love with a demon and not any kind of demon.

It was Nezuko Kamado, the little sister of your fellow demon slayer Tanjiro Kamado.

You meet them both while you were dealing with a nasty demon who had eaten severely freshly married couples.

At first, you were wary of them.

You have been for two years now a demon slayer and Tanjiro was only a few months on the job. Then of course that he had a demon with him, even if he assured you that Nezuko was harmless and wouldn’t eat any human.

You didn’t think you needed their help.

Oh boy, were you wrong!

The married couple eating demon turned out to be tougher than both you and Tanjiro thought. It had been a hard fight and if hadn’t been for Nezuko you would surely be dead right now.

Without hesitation, she had thrown herself before you and got the full force of the demon attack. That she could stand after this was a miracle in itself, she was bloody and shredder nearly to pieces. In fact, she had lost an arm clean off from the attack.

You had stared at her back in shock. You just couldn’t believe it. She had protected you, a demon had protected you! She hadn’t cared for her own life, but more to save you who had been wary of her.

In your shocked state, you didn’t register how Tanjiro finished off the demon, but you felt a soft hand caressing your hair.

You looked down at Nezuko, still only with one arm left and bloody, and how she looked at you with kind soft eyes.

These big pretty pink eyes….

She made cute noises, thanks to her bamboo muzzle, but you had the feeling she wanted to ensure you that anything was okay.

Tanjiro then came over asking if you guys were okay and hugged his sister relieved. Nezuko let him hug her and kept caressing your hair.

After that, you became friends with the Kamado siblings. You started to journey with them and meet their other friends the frightened and flirty Zenitsu Agatsuma and the boar-headed, literally and figurately, Inosuke Hashibira.

You were all an odd bunch, but you guy’s made it work. It was like a little family. Since you were a girl you naturally stayed closer to Nezuko and even without a word a deep friendship formed. Nezuko never stopped to play with your hair any chance she got and making these cute noises for you.

You loved just to sit with her under a tree when it was night and watch her under the starlights. She wasn’t a demon, she surely was an angel from the heavens.

She was adorable.

Too cute for this world.

To pretty.

Too kind and good.

You didn’t care anymore that she was a demon, she was Nezuko, your friend.

Then one day as Nezuko was playing again with your hair you could feel yourself blushing and just looking at her in trance. Why would someone so precious give you this much attention?

You were rough on the edges knew only how to wield a katana, and didn’t care much for other people besides Nezuko, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

It was like this since your parents throw you out for the crime of loving a girl. Not that she stayed with you after you were on the streets. She married a boy from your village and forgot about you.

You who would have done anything for her, even faced your parents to be with her. But for her, you were just a plaything.

From that day on, you cared only for yourself and no one. You became a demon slayer cause there weren’t a lot of good-paying jobs for young girls and you didn’t care if you died or not.

Then Tanjiro and Nezuko came into your life and changed you.

They all changed you.

But mostly Nezuko.

You felt how your heart beat faster and oh, you knew this feeling.

You have fallen in love with Nezuko.

What should you do now?

Well for the first few weeks you did nothing, you acted as if nothing had changed, but now you literally burned when Nezuko touched you.

If she gripped your hand, hugged you, and caressed your hair.

It was too much.

You were going to explode one day for sure.

Your little group was now currently back at the butterfly mansion after an epic battle against a horde of demons for cures and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You had to say something to Nezuko.

Even if she didn’t accept your feelings you needed to get them out.

So when you both sat down under a cheery blossom tree at night and Nezuko started to play with your hair, you decide that now was the time.

“Nezuko?”, you started and she gave you a little hum. “Nezuko, I have to tell you something.”

Nezuko braided a part of your hair but looked with her pretty pink eyes into yours. She was giving you her full attention.

“Nezuko, you know how important you are to me, right?”, you asked.

She made again her cute noises and nodded her head. Then she patted your head. You know she meant that you were important to her too.

“Right, but there is more…”

You stopped and Nezuko stopped also braiding. She inclined her hair cutely. This meant she wanted to know what you meant.

With a deep breath, you took one of her hands in yours and faced her bravely.

“Nezuko…I’m in love with you.”

There you said it! You were sweating like a pig and felt like fainting on the spot, but you did it!

Nezuko only stared at you with her big pink eyes.

You gulped.

Oh no, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.

Before you could have a panic attack and maybe cry like a baby, you felt how Nezuko smashed her bamboo muzzle against your lips.

You looked shocked at how she nuzzled her bamboo muzzle against your lips and made frustrating noises.

What was she doing?

Wait…was that…

You gripped her shoulder and softly shoved her from you. She blinked and made a whining noise.

“Nezuko.”, you said amused, and felt the butterflies in your belly flying like crazy. “Was that a kiss?”

She turned red like a tomato but nodded her head rapidly.

You laughed happily and hugged her tightly to yourself. She snuggled up to you and made her cute noises.

You know what she meant.

“I love you to my beloved Nezuko.”

Later when you both came back into the mansion holding hands, you saw a happy crying Tanjiro who hugged you both tight and said to you sister-in-law, Zenitsu who was a shadow figure in a corner, mumbling about how neither Nezuko nor you would be his wife and Inosuke who was pocking him with one of his Katana’s.

Yep, this was your family, with your beloved demon girlfriend, her kind older brother, and Zenitsu and Inosuke who were like your brothers too.

But this doesn’t mean you let anyone spy on you and Nezuko!

Shinobu, Aoi, the little girls, Kanao and Nezuko watched amused and laughing at how you were hunting down with your Katana the three boys all around the mansion.

Life was good.

About Kick the cat out of the bag!

So guy's you have till tomorrow for the votes, then I will close the poll on fanfiction.net and you can't give your vote in the comments!

I wanted to give you a heads up, if you still didn't have voted for the pairings, now go and do it! :D

I wish you all a nice day/night!

The Queens Gambit: Snippet Collection

I want to inform you that Atem is 18 and my OC Yanara is 20 in this snippet, you will know why ;)

Enjoy!

Snippet 6: Ancient Egypt

The queen of all Egypt had to suppress her giggles, as her beloved husband lead her by her hand through the palace. Atem turned to her sushing her playfully.

Gods, she felt like a young girl again. When she would sneak into the grand kitchen of the palace, to get some sweet treats from the cooks there, before the meals.

“Where are we going, Atem?”, she whispered amused.

Her husband squeezed her hand and gave her one of his devilish smirks, which always made her weak in the knees.

“You will see, my beloved.”, he answered. “I have a little idea.”

“Oh, sounds interesting.”

“It will be interesting, love.”

The tone of his voice was something Yanara know too well. A shiver racked her body and she started to get hot. When Atem used that kind of voice on her, that meant, she would find herself in a few minutes naked and screaming his name to the heavens.

She couldn’t wait, what idea he had!

They both stopped at the entrance to the war room.

Yanara blinked surprised as Atem opened the door and lead her inside.

“What are we doing here, my dear?”, she asked him wondering.

Meanwhile, Atem hugged her from behind and gave her temple a soft kiss. Oh, she could feel how eager he was. She bit her lip and snuggled more up to him.

“Do you know how incredibly beautiful you are when you are commanding our army?”, he whispered hotly in her ear. His breath made her shiver in delight. “So powerful, strong, and assertive. I have to control myself not taking you right there!”

The blue-haired woman gulped, oh she had an idea of what he wanted to do.

“Here?”, she asked out of breath.

“Here!”, Atem growled back and attacked her throat with biting kisses.

She let out a moan and forgot anything around them.

Priest Seto walked briskly to the war room. How could he forget the important papyrus rolls they needed?

He was normally not forgetful, he didn’t like that.

Kisara would probably say that it’s even for him normal to be a bit forgetful. It was just in human nature.

He didn’t like to argue with his love, yet he just couldn’t accept this aspect of him.

Seto had worked hard to be there where he was now, mistakes were unacceptable. However little they were.

The young man was so concentrated on barenting himself, that he didn’t hear the muffled sounds coming from the war room. If he had, he would have turned around and walked away fast. Not running, he would never run! He didn’t need to get traumatized like Mahad last week in the gardens.

Else, he didn’t and opened the door without a thought, only the next moment to let out something similar to a shriek and close the door hard and fast.

Oh by the gods it burned!

He clasped his hands on his face and wished this accursed image away from his mind.

Sadly it was literally now imprinted.

He didn’t needed to see THAT!

The pharaoh mounting the queen, both of them stark naked!

This would haunt him for the rest of his life!

He needed to find alcohol and fast. A good hungover would liberty him surely.

High Priestess Kisara was wandering the palace halls in search of her betrothed Priest Seto.

He had wanted to come to her room, to enjoy some time alone together, but he didn’t come.

That wasn’t like Seto.

Frowning she crossed her arms and asked herself where her fiance could be.

It was then that she saw her little sister, Priestes Samira, coming her way. The younger woman seemed amused about something if the huge grin on her was any indication.

“Samira, sweetie.”, she called for her sister’s attention.

Instantly the younger one run up to her and hugged her sister tight. Kisara was happy that even if she was 20 and Samira 15 her sister still was her little one and wanted her hugs and kisses.

“Hello big sister, how are you?”, asked the younger priestess.

“I’m fine, just looking for Seto. You don’t happen to see him?”

It was now that her sister let go of her and laughed really loud. Kisara raised an eyebrow at her.

“Why are you laughing Sami? I don’t get the joke.”

“Oh you will.”, giggled Samira. “I indeed know where Seto is. He is in the garden and drinking himself silly.”

That was odd. Her fiance wasn’t one to drink himself into a hungover.

“And I don’t suppose you know why?”

“Two words: Atem and Yanara.”

Kisara repeated the names of their pharaoh and beloved queen wondering, till it was like lightning struck her.

She facepalmed and Samira just laughed harder.

Okay, Seto admitted drinking this much wasn’t going to solve his problem, but well he was already deep into it, so why not continue?

If he wasn’t so hungover, he would see the flaw in the logic, but his logic said already bye-bye.

“Oh Seto, what are you doing?”, he heard the lovely voice of his Kisara.

He looked up from the ground he was sitting on and saw his beloved in front of him. She had her hands on her hips and was shaking her head. The full moon made her shine like a diamond and the stars reflected into her beautiful blue eyes.

“You are so pretty.”, he whined, which made Kisara blink surprised. She had never heard Seto whine before. “Pretty like the moon, no wait, prettier. I wish I could look at you all the time.”

Kisara crossed her arms and counted fast the bottles around him.

15.

Just like Mahad last week.

She only hoped Mana wouldn’t know about that little incident for a while. The magician would never let Seto live it down.

“Love, don’t you think that’s enough for today?”, she tried to reason with him.

Seto looked just with wide eyes at her and took a big gulp out of his bottle.

“It will never be enough.”, he said with a grim voice.

The white-haired woman let out a sign.

How was she going to fix that?

She loved the queen like a sister, but she really wished these two weren’t so… adventurous in their love life.

They already traumatized Mahad and Seto, who would be next?

In the end, Kisara managed to stop Seto from drinking himself to death and put him into bed like a toddler.

Then after she was sure no one was in the queen’s chamber, she walked up to her best friend, who was making herself bed-ready and blinking at her wondering, and said: “My queen, I love you and I respect the pharaoh, but if you both don’t stop having intercourse in any possible room or outside I will send at both of you my dragon.”

Yanara just made a face at her.

I hope you enjoyed this little silliness XD

Poor, poor Priest Seto and Mahad, both could use therapy XD

And I know in one picture I made with Kihana and Sadiye I said that Kisara and Priest Seto were never together but I changed my mind.

This two danced around each other for years, because Kisara thought she had to dedicate her whole life to Yanara, till Yanara told her she should follow her heart finally! She could be a good Priestess even with a romantic life!

So when they were both 19 they came together and fast the betrothal was official. They married at 20-21.

I’m still I bit unsure if Kisara and Priest Seto should have at least one child before things with Zorc and Thief King Bakura happen.

What do you mean?

Hope you enjoyed this snippet, until the next :D

About my stories

Hello, my dear readers.

I’m sad to make this announcement but I have noted that writing for Kick the cat out of the bag put me under a lot of stress. Or more the rule of update once per week.

Sometimes I lack the motive to write and then when it’s time to update a write just something so I could update.

Sometimes also I wish I could work on my other works because I got suddenly inspiration for them or I want to write something new, but because I made Kick the cat out of the bag my priority I can’t.

You can imagine how my creativity suffers under it.

So I have decided I will put all my stories in sporadic updates and write what I want when I want.

Like this, I hope I don’t fall into writer’s block as I do for every update for one story.

And I really want to write for other fandoms too when I have an idea.

So I hope you can accept my decision.

I think this is the best for anyone.

I can write when I’m most creative and what I want and you get awesome chapters, even if you have to wait for them for a bit.

Please accept my decision and don’t leave my stories and me behind.

Writing should first and foremost be a pleasure for me and not a worksheet I have to do to or the teacher gets angry at me.

I hope you understand what I mean.

On my Tumblr, I will post news and similar things so you should check it out to see where I’m with my stories.

Again I hope you can understand me and I wish you all a nice day/night