dirty rap songs to Nadia will turn her on. She loves dance/rap/hip hop music as well as indie so if you sing her cute pop too she’ll love you forever.]
yes but consider this for your otp:
- being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU
- rescuing their partner from a recon mission gone wrong AU
- drama school rivals being cast as romantic opposites because they have “crazy sexual tension” according to their director AU
- "are we both robbing the same house oh fuck" AU
- growing up together in a rough neighbourhood AU
- mutual friends always dragged to the same inane barbecues AU
When Nadia had screamed, Atemu had yelped and fallen back onto his ass as she had scrambled behind the couch. Shaking his head to settle himself, he looked at the wide, terrified eyes peeking out from behind the couch and smiled gently. “Hey…I’m sorry i scared you, i wasnt epecting anyone to be in here. What’s your name?” he asked softly, curiously, almost as if speaking to a terrified dog or cat
For a long while Nadia said nothing then she spoke again. “It’s Nadia…” He was the first one in this whole damned place to ask for it. “Who are you?” She noticed he was wearing lots of gold and had multicolored hair. He didn’t seem stuffy like the priest before. Nadia slowly put her dress on and tried to make herself more presentable. She still had some dignity despite his intrusion.
Marik had, in fact, been told that the shimmer of his skin was one of his more striking features and that he ought to use it to his full advantage, especially if his outfit was of the open-neck variety….which this one HAD been before it had met an unfortunate fate at the claws of a harpy.
Nadia’s barbs about it, however, went straight past him. Everyone’s voices, in fact, had been drowned out by the pound of blood in his ears as he stared, agape, down at his ruined outfit.
Nobody. NOBODY. Wrecked his entrance on the catwalk. Ever.
With a snarling cry, he flung himself at the woman, pinning her fully against the backstage wall, and not sure WHAT he was going to do but, by Ra, he was certainly going to do SOMETHING as one hand drew back…
The flash of a camera stunned him and made him turn in its direction, but the candid photographer was already gone, and in their place was a very angry-looking coordinator storming over to the pair of them.
”What is this??” she snapped, seizing Marik by the shoulder and dragging him back. ”Get off of her! You…” she began, and then swung her glare in Nadia’s direction as well. ”Both of you…! This is disgraceful!”
Nadia growled at the interruption of an outsider. Even though she was powerless in this situation she was still upset. “Yeah? Whatever.” She hissed and walked away. She didn’t have to put up with this, but she didn’t have the time or patience to explain herself. Nadia walked to where her changing curtain was to prepare for her next outfit; the one she was supposed to paired with Marik.
However Nadia was sick of this. She had jobs lined up for her out the door, why was she forcing herself to be here? To show Marik up? But if things continued to get ugly like they just did then her reputation would be tarnished. Perhaps it was time for her to walk away from all of this. She could get back at Marik in other ways. After all she had her father’s company and her own successes to call upon.
When she was ready Nadia looked around and things seemed to cool down. Although people were whispering and staring at her Nadia tried to ignore them. It’d be hilarious if that whiny bitch Marik tried to turn everyone against her. The thought of it made her tsk with displeasure.
"I still have much to do in preparation." he ran his fingers up and down her arm.
"Oh I see, if I can help…" She smiled at his touch, it was tickling her. "Have you ever had a lover before? You seem to be a natural at this." Nadia just had to comment on his affections, after all he was supposed to be the fearsome Thief King.
"Brothel whores don’t count, so no. I have not," he sighed, closing his eyes, "Not exactly easy to get close to someone when you live like I do."
"I felt like it was easy to get to know you though. Maybe it’s because we’re kinda similar. I mean I’m kinda used to this." Nadia really enjoyed talking to Bakura like this. He was so normal compared to the stories she heard about him.