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Pharaoh Seth's Great Royal Wife has only one request to make of him - let her name their unborn child. But the only name she wants is the only name they are forbidden to speak.

#bereftshipping #mana/priest seto #fanfiction #fanfic #shadow13 #shadow131 #ygo #i go back and forth on whether i prefer seth or set for the name #honestly i probably will flipflop on this #like right now i wish i'd used set #do i think mana and atem were married i'm not sure #do i think mana marries pharaoh set ABSOLUTELY #potentially also with isis as a second wife #(and very likely a hawt threesome) #(it's rare i polyship but DEAR GOD)

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Hi! Do you have any long labyrinth fic recs? Btw I love your blog

*giggles like a maniac* Love my blog you say?? *heads balloons* why, I thank you!

Oh gosh, that’s a good question! I have a metric ton of Labyrinth fics and I’ve only actually finished about 1%. However, from that one percent, I’ll try to point you in the right direction! Be warned that many may feature smut! Rating 18+

1) An Equal Partner by Solea

2) Say When by Shadow131

3) The Goblin Market by Viciously Witty

4) Not an Ordinary Girl byStorygirl82 ** ongoing/a personal fav of mine

5)A Necessary Deception by Scattered Logic

6)Alternatively Yours by Devi the Wynter Wytch

I wish I had more, but I’m still a fledgling in the Laby fandom myself! Hope you find ones you like!

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Even though I adore Rival, Host, and Guard, you know I gotta ask for some Dragonshipping.

I know you do, bestie, I know you well.

Ink asked for post- Battle City! Sfw, under the cut!

At the end of their duel in the alleyway, Jonouchi says to Yugi, “You’re shaking.”

It is not Yugi, though, per se, though it is his body trembling. It is the rich voice of his spirit half that says, “I am.” Jonouchi approaches him slowly, duel disk folded back against his arm again, and he stands very close to his friend. Yami half laughs, “I-It’s funny, now that everything is alright, I think it’s hitting me…” He swallows and looks up into Jonouchi’s amber colored eyes, “How much it…wasn’t alright.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, shifting on his heels. “It is now.”

“Mhm.” He nods, but the trembling hasn’t stopped. “I just don’t…know what I would have done…if I’d really lost you.” He has ideas, though. He would have hurt Kaiba, certainly, for allowing that ridiculous farce to go on, and for what? His own egomaniacal pride. He still wants to. And Marik, he thinks he knows so much of the shadows, not half of what the Spirit of the Puzzle knows-

That’s wrong. Yugi’s gentle voice from within him, warm and golden, like the first ray of the dawn. Marik was a victim, too. Everything turned out right now, I don’t want to focus on hurting people. But it’s hard. It’s still hard, and there’s so much of him inside that’s burning and full of rage- I-I feel that, too- Where does one stop and the other begin?

“Hey.” Jonouchi is so close, Yami closes his eyes and breathes in the rich, musky smell of him. It’s not cologne, it’s more natural, with just hints of his soap; a lingering odor of cigarettes, not overwhelming. The scent of late teenage angst on the burgeoning edge of manhood.

He feels dizzy.

“Yuge- you wanna sit down?”

“It’s not…I’m not-” 

Jonouchi assesses him. “You’re the other piece of him. The pharaoh, whatsit.”

“Something like that, yes…” He looks up at him with eyes burning with want, and his throat feels dry. If he really was the Pharaoh Isis said of him, these are things he probably knew, in his own time, in his own body. What it is to want, to have that want slaked on a cool mouth, like water flowing from a pitcher-

Jonouchi has steered him against a brick wall, leaning over him, the shadow his body casts is cool. “Listen - gotta slow that roll.” Apparently his eyes have been betraying him, even if his mouth hasn’t spoken. “Wouldn’t be right - kissin’ my friend when somebody else is behind the wheel, know what I mean?”

“Yes…I’ve taken so much already, done so much to a body that isn’t mine… He doesn’t complain, but-”

“He never would.”

“If I weren’t Yugi at all-” His breath comes heavy. “Would you kiss me then?”

“How can I answer that?” The point is a fair one. “Who would you be if you weren’t also Yugi?” He thinks that he would like to know.

#fanfiction #shadow131 #shadow13 #dragonshipping

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I feel a little bit like doing some drabbling! I can't promise they will happen, but pick a (YGO) ship, a trope, setting, or scenario, and drop it in my box! I can't promise because I'm helping my dad pack up the house this weekend, and I continue to be careful about burnout, but let's have some fun!

These CAN be NSFW, feel free to request! If you have something specific in mind, I may not go for it if it's a squick, but otherwise knock yourself out. Inspirations could be a line you want me to use, like one of those writing memes; a trope; an AU setting; have fun with it! (If it's an AU of another franchise, that may be more limited. For one thing, I have to know it. I'll take MCU and SW off the table right now.)

Ships I'll take:

Rivalshipping (Seto x Yugi)

Hostshipping (Ryou x Anzu)

Polarshipping (Mai x Jonouchi)

Dragonshipping (Atem x Jonouchi)

Revolutionshipping (Atem x Anzu)

And then the controversial set:

Guardshipping (Seto x Isono)

Royalshipping (friend and I made this one up: Seto x Isono x Yugi)

I have some I may be willing to consider (like some ships I kinda like but haven't done anything with, or could see), but I'll save those for now, and a few straight up nopes, which I will also save to avoid offending anyone who likes them. There are also ships I totally get but am unlikely to personally write.

I'm also open to platonic suggestions, you can throw in pretty much anyone, and if I'm interested, I'll do it.

I reserve the right to just not be feeling it. Not because your prompt is bad, not because I specifically dislike you, but from an unfortunate lack of spoons.

So let's see if anything happens!

#fanfiction #shadow131 #shadow13 #ygo #yugioh

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It's still the 6th in this part of the world, which means it is still the wonderful @shinayashipper 's birthday! Red is so hard on herself all the time, but words cannot express what she means to the rivalshipping community. She is the kindest, most welcoming, most prolific presence there is. She is enthusiastic, encouraging, friendly - any rival-centric place I hang out, everyone talks about how much we love Red, and if I ever heard anyone say they DON'T love Red, I will be first in line to punch them in the dick.

But luckily, I've never heard that, because EVERYONE loves Red.

So I couldn't not offer SOMETHING for this historic day. She's in love with Wife!Yugi from "East of the Sun, West of the Moon," (as everyone is), and asked for a lil' summethin' from that. Enjoy below the cut, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RED!!!!

Mokuba watches Yugi while he sits backwards in her little chair, hands atop the back and chin resting on those. He's fascinated, observing her hold up different dresses in front of herself in the mirror. The blue? The red? "If you don't like either of those, why don't you just go shopping?"

"It's not a matter of not liking them, Mokuba. Besides, I can't buy a whole new outfit for every event."

He tilts his head to the side. "Why not?"

"Well," she hangs them both up on the armoire door and sits at her vanity once more. "It isn't thrift-"

"You get an allowance, don't you?"

"I like to send as much of that home as I can, but more importantly, one shouldn't become spoiled about these things. Moderation is the soul of virtue."

"Hm." He rolls his head on his neck and makes some passing attempt at studying, but he's never very interested in the book. "Doesn't make sense to me. Why marry a rich family if you don't spend the money?"

Yugi's fingers tangle on her lap. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that."

"Why not?"

"I just wish you wouldn't. Anyway," she puts away the jewelry she'd gotten out for comparison and joins him at her writing table. "There's certainly no point in thinking of shopping for anything, until I know if your brother will be available to accept the invitation."

"You can't go to a dance by yourself?"

"It's different when you're married," she waves at him, sighing over the beautiful, engraved invitation. "This isn't a public dance, it's a private party. It would be awkward to go by myself."

"I don't understand," Mokuba shakes his head. "What does Seto have to do with that? Weren't you invited to private parties before you were married?"

"Well, yes-" She gives a flustered huff. "Alright, tell me about a dance you've been to, and I'll explain what's different."

"I haven't been to a dance."

Yugi almost falls out of her chair. "What- never?" Mokuba shakes his head. "Well, I know you're a little young, but- never?"

"Never. I don't even really know how to dance."

"Oh goodness." Without waiting for further instruction, Yugi gets up, flips on the radio, and holds her hands out to him. "Alright. Come here."

Mokuba stares at her, face going pink. "I-I can't dance with you! What if I step on your feet?"

"Better mine than some girl you fancy. Up you get, Mokuba Kaiba." As if he suddenly has two left feet, Mokuba is reluctant and awkward getting up from his chair. His face is burning red, and he can barely seem to look at Yugi as he takes her hands. "Not quite, your right hand should be on my back, like this." Steam is about pouring out of his ears as she adjusts him. "Now, we won't do any formal steps, but after that, you just sort of bounce along to the rhythm." She begins to bounce slightly, smiling at him. "Just loosen up a little, that's it. Now when your right foot goes forward, my left will go back, and so on."

He has a very difficult time of it, and he does trod a little on her feet, always with hasty murmurs of apology. "It's fine. Try not to act so scared to death." The back and forth motion is getting easier, so she starts to turn them in a circle. "And then you just go around the room this way, and you'd get through just fine."

"B-but I wouldn't know what to do with a girl in my arms for an entire song!"

Yugi snorts. "You'll figure it out, believe me - by which I mean, it's the perfect opportunity to have a conversation, just between yourselves."

"Is that what you and Seto do when you dance? You talk?"

It's Yugi's turn to go a bit pink. "Some, yes."

"What els-"

The door between Yugi's room and that of her husband is thrown open. She stops, still in the brother's arms, a jaunty tune playing along on the radio. "Seto-" He actually came home tonight - and he looks like a storm cloud in a tweed jacket.

He does not acknowledge her. "Out, Mokuba."

"Seto, Yugi was teaching me how to da-"

"I said out." The young man looks hurt, letting Yugi go with a parting glance - before scurrying out her door to his own room down the hall. Seto locks it behind him. "Well, this is a pretty little picture I interrupted."

"I was teaching Mokuba to dance," she continues where he left off, fingers knitting together without anything else to do.

"I'll bet, and a few other things, too."

Yugi's brow furrows. "Such as what?"

"'Such as what,' don't play innocent little girl games with me, Yugi." He's ripped off his jacket and thrown it onto her bed with its white-and-pink coverlet. "What kinds of games do men and women play alone in a bedroom!"

"Given that Mokuba is a boy, and not a man, I would imagine that would eliminate those games as choices."

Seto only snorts. "Fifteen is old enough for plenty of people."

She hates this. She sits here all day, aching to see him, hoping he'll say they'll go to this dance, and it's his arms she'll be in - and then he comes home, and makes everything so horrible- "I think you'd better leave, Seto." Yugi turns toward her vanity. "I don't like talking to you like this, so I think we had better just go to bed."

She only just gets warning of his movement from her mirror, that fuming face suddenly behind her and his fingers digging into her arms. "It's a capitol idea, my wife - at least the bed part."

Yugi can only give half a scream as she's lifted up and almost slammed onto her bed. Seto is yanking his tie loose. "Seto! Stop it, what are you doing!"

"My matrimonial duties." He's so incensed, he's gotten his shirt off without undoing the cuffs. Yugi yells again when he grabs her by the ankle and drags her down the bed, his mouth crashing over hers. Seto swallows the sound and ravages her mouth, turning any noise to confused whimpers, leaving her breathless. He looks like he wants to say something else, some angry thing, but he can't, or can't decide what, so he only fumes as he strips off her dress.

"I don't like you like this," Yugi tries to wriggle away, but not very hard.

"You don't like me at all." He is plodding kisses up her neck, across her collar, hands spreading over every inch of skin he uncovers. "So what else is new?"

But that isn't true, not at all - it's him that's decided he doesn't like her, with his late nights in the office, the cold responses to her attempts at closeness. If she asks to spend time with him, she's needy and clingy and demanding; if she gives up and tries to keep busy by making friendships or improving his brother's cold life one iota, she's some kind of...of slattern, or-

"Yugi." He sounds breathless, feverish, as he pulls off her various stays and ties. Seto himself is only in shirtsleeves, but he's unfastened his trousers. He seems anxious to see her bare, but in too much of a hurry to undress himself. "He's a boy. Whatever you think someone younger could give you, he can't, I'll show you. It takes a man to truly, deeply satisfy a woman." He suddenly is kissing her there, and Yugi just about lifts off the bed. When his tongue isn't making tight circles around her clit, he pulls back, panting. "I make it good, don't I? Does anyone else?"

"Seto-" Her fingers are in his hair, tears at the corner of her eyes, shaking her head. "I-I wouldn't know- there isn't anyone else-"

"Yes..." He sounds desperate, fingers replacing his mouth and slipping within her. "Yes, because she wants to be a good wife. No one else gets to taste or to touch, do they?"

"Mm!" She shakes her head, biting her lower lip.

"You want me, don't you, Yugi, my sweet little girl?"

Her hands grip the sheets as if she might lift from the earth without them there to ground her. "Yes!" Her voice is sobbing.

There's a sound of parting fabric, his belt dropping to the floor- and suddenly Seto is above her and within her and all around her. His arms wrap her, and his mouth plods hungry kisses at her neck as he takes her - over and over and over again-

And she doesn't want it to stop, not now, not ever. Horrible as he is in these moments, she'd rather have her husband like this - than never at all.

The radio is playing love songs, she realizes now.

#eoswom #genderbending #rivalshipping #fanfiction #fanfic #shadow13 #shadow131 #happy birthday red!

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Hostshipping? I never see this pairing, I'll take literally anything. Thank you! 💖

I go absolutely feral for these two. Honestly, I'm not sure what I drabbled is even that good! @pharaoh-ink and I are slowly working on a terrific piece for these two, and I can otherwise recommend this fic I did. But, I hope you enjoy below!

"You wish it were the other me, don't you."

"Please, don't say that." She has enough guilt to deal with. She tries to tell herself she was a teenager, virtually a child, she didn't really know- But what she had done to Yugi, always pushing him to be someone else, it's difficult to forgive herself for. It's difficult to not know how someone without their own physical body thinks or feels about you, someone who isn't always there - someone who isn't, strictly speaking, supposed to be there.

It's difficult to know who she feels for what person. She'll always love Yugi, in some capacity-

But-

But, Bakura is grinning against the back of her neck, hands wrapped around her as she stands at the kitchen sink. He's been kidding her again. "Angel," he calls her, as he so often does. And he never cares who it is she wanted! He never holds a damned thing against her, and he makes her forgive herself in the process. "Here's the secret, little lover." He peels the rubber gloves from her hands, so it appears dishwashing is over for the present.

"There was never that much of a difference."

Anzu turns, pouting a little, mostly assessing. "I'm not sure if you're trying to make me feel better-"

"I mean it."

"Sure, you mean some part of you wanted the destruction of the world."

"Some part of everybody wants that. Some asshole runs into you and spills your coffee and doesn't say sorry - 'Humanity is garbage, we should just,' and so on." He places a kiss against her throat and her eyes close.

"And some part of Yugi wanted to light people on fire."

"I'll bet money on it."

Anzu pulls on his platinum hair. It brings his head up, dark eyes half-lidded, mouth grinning. He does look wicked like this. "You're awful."

"And you-" he leans in for another kiss, "really, really love that about me."

She does.

#hostshipping #fanfiction #shadow131 #shadow13 #honestly one of my favorites #one of my end game ships #enjoy!

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31 + 41

Finally back home and able to answer these!

Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones? My favorite characters to write are often not ones I write very often. I get a lot of enjoyment out of witty, quippy characters. Pegasus in "East of the Sun, West of the Moon" is a real standout, because he says the most outlandish things. Mai from an earlier project I was working on with Ink was fucking DELIGHTFUL and I'm really looking forward to writing her in another piece I'll be doing. One of my favorite moments writing for Yugi in YLWKM was the quick, back and forth he and Kaiba have in their very stupid argument ("Sure, Kaiba-kun, we'll just go to the moon."). I had wanted to be a playwright for a long time, and one thing I really loved doing was quick, snappy dialogue - a reason film noir remains one of my favorite genres of film. Clever patter is perhaps my favorite thing in the whole world. As for whether that's been swayed, I'm not sure I've ever had enough of a reaction from readers for that to happen. But it was VERY gratifying getting into grad school and having other people love that dialogue in a play I had written.

What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)? By hits - and this surprises me not at all - it continues to be "This Will All Make Sense in the Morning," a VERY smutty PetyrxSansa fic I wrote in response to tumblr prompts and challenges back in my GoT days. Because it's explicit, that's always gotten a lot of attention, and currently sits at almost 10k hits. By kudos, I AM somewhat surprised to say it's "Compassion," another PetyrxSansa fic that had more planned to it, but I never did anything else with. Not very much happens in it, especially compared to the above, but I shouldn't be surprised because I do see it regularly getting kudos in my emails. Huh.

Send me more for the Fic Writer Ask Game!

#asks #reply #response #shadow13 #shadow131 #fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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For the YGO request, Guardshipping with the prompt "spoiled." Thank you.

Anon, you are so legit. I salute you.

NSFW and a bit of kink below the cut!

"What you are is spoiled."

Isono looms over him in the bed, Seto's long limbs a helpless tangle, white cheeks flushed. Difficult not to spoil a pretty piece of porcelain like this.

"Am not." Seto looks up at him with hot, pouting blue eyes. "I am not spoiled, Daddy."

"Oh yes, you are..." He plods kisses across his collarbone, down the chest- He's broadened out so much from the coltish boy he used to be, intent on building the muscle needed for handling the pressures of space. Isono thinks he also just likes the way it feels, the way he looks. 

He can't say he dislikes it himself.

He runs kisses down the lines of his abs, and then the inside of his hip, and into the sweet, musky curls of dark hair between. "Constantly pitching fits if you don't get attention..." Seto whines in response. "Everything has to be done your way...Heaven help us if you don't get exactly what you want, when you want it-"

"Isono-"

He silences him when he finds his mark, mouth slipping around that sweet length of his. Seto shuts up, which is so rare with him, except for the hiss that escapes that red mouth, whole body arching off the bed in contact. Isono takes his time, feeling him twitch and go turgid in his mouth. He pulls off and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

"I never said I don't like spoiling my baby."

#guardshipping #fanfiction #shadow131 #shadow13

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How are you? I hope your having a nice day! Hows the fic doing? I‘m soooo excited about it🙉

Thank you so much, anon! My day is okay, I've been resting up this morning, but I'm actually sitting down to edit the next chapter of "Your Love Will Kill Me," which I assume is what you're asking about.

@pharaoh-ink and I actually wrote this RP over a period of around 8 or so months, so the whole thing is finished! Now I just go through and edit the chapters before weekly posting. We don't post all at once to be a bit of a tease and build momentum for readership.

Ink and I actually met through RP. YGO is our....fourth? fandom RPing for and the first one we started posting. We were going to post our truly, deeply amazing Emdosh RP fics from Dishonored 2, but in our hubris, we wrote them all in Discord, and it is a pain in the ASS to transfer that into a doc. I started. I....hope someday I finish, cause hell, I want to read it again.

But the good news is we learned from that, and once we started writing YGO, we did it all in Google docs and planned ahead. We loved the universe we made for YLWKM so much, it's actually planned for a trilogy. We started the second piece, but are taking a break on it due to some sticking. It's also considerably more intricate and heavy on plot, which I think I speak for both of us when I say, that is not our specialty. Our specialty is steaming hot smut.

I'd say YLWKM is probably our favorite ever - it's certainly magnum opus worthy - but we're working on an unrelated one right now that we're pretty damn in love with, so I'm not sure. I do want to say it's an honor to watch Ink's writing grow in the almost-four-years I've known them.

That's probably a longer answer than you were looking for, but I thought I'd take the opportunity to share! Thank you so much for popping into my inbox, it's been a long time since I had community interaction for anything I've written! Come on back any time, on or off anon.

#if anyone wants to know the kinds of things ink and I write about including ships and settings and themes #i will obviously happily ramble #now if you'll excuse me i must go edit/unlock Bakura in Duel Links #ylwkm #replies #response #anon #fanfiction #fanfic #yugioh #ygo #rivalshipping #shadow13 #shadow131

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You may recall, @pharaoh-ink asked for #2 for Polarshipping for the 50 Kisses Prompt! (Revolutionshipping and two more Rivalshipping to be written soon!). So, enjoy!

She finds him in the hotel bar. "You pipsqueak, are you even old enough to drink?"

This tournament is in Cape Town, and Jonouchi is so relieved in his homesickness to hear a familiar voice - particularly that voice - that his smile breaks through before he can attempt to put on a persona of cool, smug indifference. Mai's rich eyes would have dragged it from him anyway. "I've been old enough for years, and you know it!"

"Have you?" She slides into the seat next to him. "Oh. You're so immature, it's difficult for me to remember."

"I'm-!" She's yanking his chain, and she's always been good at that. He takes a sip on his beer. "It's good to see you again, Mai."

"Good to see you, Jo." She flags down the bartender and asks for a cosmopolitan. "I see you made it to the semi-finals."

"You saw my duel?" He perks up again. "Hot stuff, wasn't I?"

"Sloppy with your traps, you're lucky your opponent was so green." The drink arrives and she sips it delicately. Lipstick isn't even left on the rim, she's that good. She always is. "I'd have wiped the floor with you."

And there are so many things he'd rather have her do to him on a floor. He's had too much, his eyes are soft, and so is his head, he doesn't even bristle like he should. "Maybe you'll get your chance." He means it as an innuendo, however it can be interpreted.

"Hm." She smiles at him over the rim of her glass, dangerous, gorgeous, a harpy and a lady all herself. There are times Jonouchi would welcome those claws. "You can keep dreaming, I'm taking out Ryuzaki tomorrow. And then, the finals, and I take the African crown."

"Yeah? It'll look good on you."

She smirks at him, and loses some of her edge. "You're a softie."

"Guess so. I'm just so happy not to drink by myself, I..." He doesn't have to say anything else.

Mai leans against the bar, her curtain of blonde curls falling in a wave behind her. "It's tougher, without Yugi joining you, huh?"

"Pah," Jonouchi shrugs. "He's happy making games in Domino, so I'm happy, too."

"And your sister?"

"She's happy in school. She'll want me to say, 'hi,' for her."

"And you? When are you happy?"

Jonouchi smiles at her. "Right now, Mai."

She's flustered by the comment, her nose wrinkles and her eyes get hot. "Oh- you-! You're doing this on purpose to psych me out."

"Is it working?"

"Shut up." She leans forward and pecks him on the mouth. He gets the briefest taste of cranberries. She pulls back just as quickly, nd they gaze at one another, surprise of the moment rolling off them-

Jonouchi launches forward, and finds Mai Kujaku fits as well in his arms as he always imagined, though their teeth keep clashing on this first, serious kiss. They part for breath, and while the hotel bar isn't crowded, they aren't alone, people have noticed - perhaps all the more for how empty it is.

"Uh..." His ears blush very slightly. "My room?"

"I'm not spending the night," she tells him, getting an arm free to flick her hair over her shoulder.

"It's not like that, Mai."

He's so earnest when he says it, still so much that innocent kid - she smiles back. "You know something - I believe you."

#polarshipping #replies #response #memes #ask #shadow13 #shadow131 #fanfiction #fanfic

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I thought of another! 9 but with Yugi and Yami Season 0 vibes?

This one also gets some Rival vibes thanks to the discussion we JUST had, so enjoy! (Not technically Puzzleshipping, but if you want to read it that way, I don't think it's necessarily a problem.) Send me a prompt!

(Season 0/First manga arc, post-Kaiba introduction, pre-Death T.)

He offers to buy him capsule monsters, as many as he wants, to make up for Mokuba's interfering. Yugi says that's alright, he doesn't need any more, though it's hard to say so, given his love of anything game related. Kaiba-kun goes quiet and says, "Perhaps just a soda, then."

Yugi's hear beats a little faster, the way it does when Anzu holds his hand on the way to school. Kaiba-kun is going to have his fancy town car pick them up, but Yugi would rather just walk to the corner store; it's less awkward, and they spend more time together that way. It's mostly quiet, they both don't seem to know what to say, beginning sentences at the same time and awkwardly cutting them off to let the other speak.

And he tries to ignore the way the puzzle shifts against his sternum.

They're sitting on a bench in the park, and Kaiba-kun has just started to say perhaps they could go to the arcade next time, when his vision goes white and red; and when he blinks, Kaiba is at the far end of the bench, pale as a ghost.

Oh.

"Was it-"

"The other you," he stands. "I will perhaps see you at school tomorrow."

He wished for friends on this puzzle, and he got them, and now it's actively sabotaging them. "He made one mistake - do you have to be like this?" He doesn't usually talk to himself.

And yet, himself, the puzzle, answers. "I was already kinder to him for your sake. He got his mind back. He kept his life. What more do you want from me?"

He wouldn't have thought it was a lot, but maybe it was. "Not to do this!" Yugi begins the walk home with an empty can of soda. "Why, anyway? Everything you do?"

The spirit almost doesn't seem to know how to answer. What else is there to do? "People deserve it."

"All people?"

"Most of them."

"Just say you hate everyone." He's petulant as he arrives back home, dropping his backpack with a loud "thud."

The spirit is quiet until they've gotten up the stairs. "I don't like people," he admits, as if Yugi didn't know, but then he says, "but you're an exception."

#ygo #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #ask #reply #response #meme #shadow13 #shadow131

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Happy Birthday, Yugi Muto!

@pharaoh-ink absolutely DEMANDED I post this drabble I did while bored at work for Yugi's birthday, so, here you go: original manga arc/season 0 setting.

“(What’s a birthday?)”

Yugi paused in buckling the last of his belts and accouterments; he could hear and feel the spirit moving restlessly inside his puzzle. “What do you mean, what’s a birthday? It’s the day you’re born.”

“(That makes no sense. You were not born today, you are full grown.)”

“Not full grown,” he sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror. Surely he was due for just one more good growth spurt? “It’s the anniversary of your birth,” he clarified, and heard the spirit hum within.

“(You’re excited about it. Why?)”

“Yugi! You’ll be late for school!” His mother was calling from the bottom of the stairs, and Yugi hurriedly shoved his books into his bag.

“I’ll explain it later,” he promised, rushing down.

Along with his breakfast at the table, there was a small, chocolate-covered crème bun, and his eyes bugged in glee. His mother also looked very pleased about it, kissing him on the brow. “Happy birthday, Yugi, dear.”

As he wolfed down his food before Anzu arrived to walk with him, the spirit seemed to understand more. “(Ah, you like those.)”

“Uh huh.”

“(So birthdays are days for treats. Your mother gave it to you to make today special?)”

He didn’t know quite how to explain something so basic to him. After all, his birthday wasn’t the only day he could have a chocolate crème bun, but certainly he got one today because it was. He was spared this attempt by Anuz’s arrival. “Happy birthday, Yugi!” She had a small box for him, wrapped in colorful paper, and now the spirit was very interested.

“(What’s that? What’s this paper? What are these curls? Why is she giving you that? What’s inside it?)”

“Will you just give me a second! Oh-” He blushed at Anzu. “Not you – him.”

Her blue eyes lit up and she glanced quickly at the puzzle. “Is he giving you a lot of trouble today?”

“He doesn’t know what a birthday is. Or wrapping paper, either, I guess.”

“You don’t have to open it now.”

“No, I want to!” He did so carefully, not wanting to tear the paper. He folded that and slid it into his book bag, before opening the box. “Oh wow! Cologne!”

Anzu giggled and nudged him with her elbow. “You can smell like a sexy movie star now.” Yugi flushed from toe to head, and felt very hot. The spirit was still amused, but no longer asking so many questions. “Go on and try it, and let’s get going, before we’re late!” Yugi dabbed some along his throat, just above his choker, and took every opportunity of getting near Anzu so she could tell him how masculine and adult he smelled – in a good way, of course.

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“Jeeze, Yuge – you smell like you walked out of the perfume department.” Jonouchi waved his book to diffuse the odor somewhat.

“Anzu thinks I smell very grown up!” He’d been so pleased with the effect of the cologne, he might have put on just a teensy bit more to make that stronger. And then maybe a little more after that. This, at least, the spirit of the puzzle had no questions about. He apparently understood the purpose of colognes.

“Grown up, maybe, and working as a pim-”

“Shut up,” Honda cuffed him on the arm. “It’s his birthday!”

“(They can’t tease you, because it’s your birthday?)”

“It would be a little mean.”

“Here, Yugi,” Honda handed him a small package, this time wrapped in newspaper. “Jo and I got together and got this for you.”

“(More packages! What’s inside? Why isn’t this one all pretty like Anzu’s?)”

“Hush.” To his friends, he said, “You guys didn’t have to do that!”

“Aw, it’s not much,” Jonouchi smiled, though his eyes watered from the cologne. He watched Yugi open it and said, “It’s that new CD, from that scary band you like!”

“Oh, wow!” Yugi was ecstatic. “I can’t wait to listen to it! You guys are the best.”

“You’ll always be our buddy, pal.”

Yugi had never felt so loved before this. There was no birthday wish he could possibly make, because his puzzle had granted the only one he really wanted. Bakura had given him a card he made, with a small Zombire doodle by Hanasaki included inside, wishing him a “powerfully fun,” birthday. He set this at the end of his desk, waiting for class to start, when-

“Oh, Kaiba-kun’s here today!”

He felt the spirit curl inside the puzzle, like a dog with its hackles raised. “(Don’t like him.)”

“You don’t like anybody.”

“(That’s not true. I like Anzu.)”

The tall boy’s briefcase knocked the card off Yugi’s desk as he passed. He reached down to get it, but Kaiba had already covered the corner of it with his foot, stooping to see what it was. “Oh, uh…” Yugi felt unconscionably embarrassed.

Kaiba rose with the card in hand, giving it a quick once over. “It’s your birthday today?” He was so eerie, with these flat, blue eyes, and a mouth that rarelysmiled. But he was interesting, too: quiet, but very smart. He was always alone, and maybe Yugi pitied that – or maybe he just understood.

“U-uh-huh.”

Jonouchi and Honda were squaring up behind him as if a fight was about to break out. “That’s Yugi’s, give it back to him.”

Kaiba glanced from the card, to Yugi, to his friends – and snorted. “It’s not as if I wanted a bunch of toddler scribbles.” He held it out to Yugi. “Here. Happy birthday.”

“Th-thanks.”

Kaiba turned to go to his desk, but paused. “Are you wearing cologne?”

Yugi was spared from answering by the teacher entering and calling the class to order. It was only then he realized how quiet the spirit of the puzzle had been during this exchange. He soon realized why: he was still trying to catalog a list of people of whom he approved. “(I like you.)”

Yugi just smiled to himself.

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His grandfather’s gift was ready when he got home that afternoon. “Wow, Grandpa!” A holographic Dark Magician card. “Where did you get this!”

“I have my sources,” was all he said, very pleased.

“It’s awesome!” He hugged him, perhaps a little too enthusiastically for such an old man. “Thank you so much!”

The spirit particularly liked this present, and was in favor of going over the deck right then, but Yugi’s mother said no games and no playing his new CD until his homework for the evening was done; she knew he’d pay more attention to the music and cards than to his schoolwork. Like Yugi, the spirit was not in favor of homework. Luckily, he didn’t have to do any… “(Can I play a game while you do your work?)”

Yugi sighed, going to his shelf. “Sure…What did you want tonight?”

“(Those little magnets, the round ones.)”

“The desk toy?” Yugi took down a cylindrical tube full of super-magnets. “Be careful, they spill everywhere.”

“(I’ll be careful.)”

Yugi and the spirit had discovered that, if he let his mind go kind of blank, if he let his eyes go a little unfocused, the spirit could take the left hand while he remained busy with the right; this was crucial for surviving lectures, or the spirit would vibrate so intensely with complaints of boredom, Yugi couldn’t concentrate on what he was meant to be learning. He sort of lost sensation of his left side, and it was like he only could see from half the left eye, when they split in this manner. It was uncomfortable and disturbing at first, but like everything else involving the puzzle, he’d become accustomed to it with time. So tonight, he read his book while his left hand worked on whatever was occupying the spirit of the puzzle, and finally was able to finish about an hour before bed. He stood and stretched, shaking out his left hand to regain sensation in the fingers. “There! Shall we work on the deck?”

“(Wait. Look first.)”

“What is it?” Yugi turned back to the desk.

There, in a three-dimensional sculpture of small magnets, the spirit had written: “Happy Birthday, Yugi.”

He could feel the other him waiting with tense anticipation. “(Is it alright?)”

“This is what you wanted to do?”

“(Yes. Is it alright?)”

Yugi didn’t know what to do, so he wrapped his arms around himself and hugged his torso tight. “It’s wonderful. Thank you.”

He seemed to like it. “(Happy birthday.)”

#happy birthday yugi #yugioh #ygo #yugi muto #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #shadow13 #shadow131

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Fanfic ask! 1 for Your Love Will Kill Me? 👀 and 6 for Love Means Never Having to Say You're Sorry? 👀👀

What inspired you to write the fic this way?

You know, I'd have to tag @pharaoh-ink for this, because I don't really remember? we've rped together for....oh, nearly four years, and this was our first YGO rp. As I recall, I think this started because she loves Yandere!Kaiba, and we started throwing out ideas for that, and it BALLOONED into an absolute epic from there.

What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

I sort of feel this is a better question for a reader than a writer! What do YOU guys think makes this one different? I'm not sure it is. The humor is very me. I can't even say it's unique in that explores friendships when one or more parties are in a relationship, I'm sure I've done that many times.

I guess what makes it special is how much love everyone has given it, and especially you, Red <3

Send me some fic asks!!

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Continuing on with "Getting into things that were popular when I was in middle school," we have.............

Well, it's 100% Rivalshipping because I am living and breathing for that, and @pharaoh-ink begged it of me, and here we are. It's. It's actually really carefully crafted. I can't even begin to explain to you how hard I worked on this. I......do not have anything to say for myself. Except "LOOK AT THOSE BOYFRIENDS, THEY REALLY SHOULD MAKE OUT."

To be serious for a second:

Some of the sycophants have attached themselves to you instead, and maybe I ought to rescue you, but you seem so happy. I wonder what that’s like. Smiling, personable. You look good, too, in a smart wine-colored waistcoat and white shirt. The trousers match. You still have that clunky, buckled bracelet, so some things never change. You’ve gotten taller, of course, and now you fill out those tight shirts of yours; but the neck is still so long and thin, and your wrists are still so delicate. I could wrap them with my thumb and forefinger.

And your eyes still have that light.

And they catch me looking across the crowded room. The tapered fingers rise to wave, and I wave back. For some reason.

I feel like a moron.

Updates weekly, so do check it out!

#ygo #rivalshipping #kaiba x yugi #fanfiction #fanfic #shadow13 #shadow131

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@pharaoh-ink specifically asked me to reblog the 50 Types of Kisses prompt, AND NOW WE KNOW WHY. Woweezowee! I'm gonna start with Rivalshipping, because of course I am.

When Kaiba got back from wherever he'd been, the result had been another lengthy hospital stay. Mokuba called Yugi, because that's what he did when he didn't have his big brother - he turned to the only other person he could think of who could help.

Which was how Yugi ended up on Seto Watch, as Mokuba called it. The man was on an extremely limited work schedule, and even then nothing strenuous. Kaiba huffed and gruffed about it, but Mokuba was old enough to hold his own, while simultaneously not at all above turning on the waterworks if it got his brother to remotely take care of himself.

And it was Yugi's job to keep an eye on him while Mokuba picked up the slack.

He actually kind of liked it. Kaiba needed to rest a lot still, which meant he would be either sleeping or at least sitting at home while Yugi worked his shifts at the shop. Then he'd be dropped off, grumbling about how he wasn't a child needing to be shuffled between appointments, and he'd putter around until the shop closed. Sometimes that was just in the back, sneaking emails on his laptop, as if Yugi didn't know he was doing that. Sometimes he'd go through the different games, and even played some with customers or with Yugi's grandfather.

And a lot of the time he'd just stand behind the counter and talk to Yugi. It was strange how much they found to talk about, perhaps only stranger that there was so much they didn't. And then sometimes he went back home, and sometimes they went out. Strolls along the bayside pier, or at a cafe. Yugi took him to meet up with his friends while he complained the whole time. There was a memorable evening at KaibaLand, though Yugi threatened him with a wheelchair if he overdid it.

And tonight they're at the arcade, taking it in turns to beat each other's high scores on machines; pretending not to notice the crowds that gather either because they knew who they are or because they are playing so well; matching round for round in fighting games; smiling at each other when the other might not notice.

They're walking home, and it has rained while they were inside. The city lights reflect like gold in the pavement, and Yugi kicks at a particularly large puddle, watching the water droplets dance. "Are you ever going to tell me what your experiment was about?"

"When you beat me at Mortal Kombat."

"You'd better start talking, I beat you last week!"

"No, I told you, that machine was faulty."

"The only thing faulty is your brain!" A laugh, a push, someone kicks the puddle, someone yells about getting wet. Yugi takes off at a run and Kaiba goes after him.

(He shouldn't, shouldn't push him like this, but Kaiba catches him so easily, they're laughing as they stumble against the wall of a building, catching breath-)

The laughter slows, Yugi trapped against the brick by Kaiba's arms on either side. He blinks. "Did you first love the Blue Eyes because of your eyes?"

Kaiba startles a little at the question, and blinks those very, very blue eyes. "No." Neither of them move, and he says, "She's so strong. She could do anything, protect anyone. No one can beat her - almost no one," he adds with a bitter turn of his mouth. "And she's....beautiful."

"Oh," Yugi replies, very calm and even. "So, like you."

There's that look again. "I went to the Afterlife," he blurts out all of a sudden, and it's Yugi's turn to look startled. "One of them, anyway. I saw...him."

"Oh..." Yugi doesn't seem to know exactly what to say, eyes very purple in the dark, and very wide. "Ah...Did he seem happy?"

"Did he- Yes." Kaiba releases a breath.

"I guess I didn't really understand..." He looks down at the wet pavement. "How much you love him."

It hangs there, until Kaiba says, out of breath, "Kiss me."

Yugi jolts back. "What?"

"Kiss me." His eyes are closed, fists balled at his sides. What is he even asking for? Kiss him?

Yugi lurches up, grabbing at his face as softly as he can, pulling him down. He kisses Kaiba in an empty street, after it's rained, lips pressed firmly to lips. He lingers there, eyes closed, and then he pulls away.

Those blue eyes slowly open again, and they look at Yugi. And...there's something almost like a smile on his face. "Anyway, you still haven't beaten me at Mortal Kombat." They begin walking again, towards Yugi's home - and he really hopes he's going to stay for a while.

#revolutionshipping #the other two will probably be day after tomorrow! #fanfiction #fanfic #asks #replies #response #pharaoh-ink #shadow13 #shadow131 #sike it's rivalshipping i can't seem to delete that first one i'm sorry

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“Director of Resource Synergy and Operational Optimization,” sounded fancy, and that made her mother happy, but it didn’t mean a whole lot. Her actual position description was upsettingly brief, most of her day-to-day tasks covered under, “Additional duties as assigned,” and they were always assigned. Like the near-space elevator; or the incredibly expensive tournament for a children’s trading card game; or the theme park for orphans (that one had been pretty good). Most of the time, while listening to her boss describe how they were going to be the first company to play cards on the moon, Nekotani spaced out and thought to herself, “I went to college for this.”

@pharaoh-ink said to me the other week, "I know who you'd be in the Yugiverse. You'd work for KaibaCorp, you have the patience of a saint." (Which is flattering, but untrue.) Given my complaints about working at a job that DOESN'T involve dragon-shaped jets, I turned the nonsense factor up to eleven, crafted this, and she DEMANDED I post it. So...Here we are.

Emiko Nekotani doesn't like her job at KaibaCorp, she doesn't like Duel Monsters, and she DEFINITELY doesn't like the idea of being her boss' date to a fancy charity function. OR, "Seto Kaiba isn't trying to hide the fact he's desperately in love with his childhood rival, what are you talking about?"

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