[fic] Off-blance - Yugioh, YamixYugi, G, fluff, theme 076 (100_chances)
Theme: 076 - Off-balance; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Pairings: Implied Yami/Yugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: He was too shy to outright confess his feelings, so Yugi would take any excuse he could to be close to Yami - no matter how silly.
Disclaimer: Yugioh is still not mine.
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“The festival was great again, wasn’t it?” Yugi asked as he and Yami walked down the road.
“It always is.”
“I think it was better this year.”
“You said the same thing last year,” Yami reminded him.
“Well then, at this rate it’ll only get better.”
“You do have a point there.”
Glancing over at him, Yugi yawned. “It must be getting near midnight by now…this evening went by so fast.”
“The Game Shop isn’t too far away. I don’t suppose your family will mind me sleeping on the couch again? I don’t feel like walking all the way home tonight.”
“You do after every festival, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Yugi grinned, then yawned again and as he did he stumbled.
“Yugi!” Yami caught his arm, pulling him back upright. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just so tired.”
“Well, it was a long day.”
“Yeah.” Yugi nodded and was silent until only a few moments later when he tripped again, flailing to regain his balance.
“Sorry Yami, it’ll take forever for us to get to the Game Shop at the rate I’m going.”
“You do this every time,” Yami said, frowning. “You wear yourself out so much at festivals that you can barely make it home. I don’t get it, you don’t do anything more strenuous than the rest of us. What makes you get so sleepy?”
“I don’t know. But I’ll be fine, Yami, really. Let’s just keep walking.”
Yami, who could recall having this exact conversation several times in this year alone, didn’t answer. But he was ready when Yugi stumbled again exactly five minutes later, catching him with both hands as Yugi said sheepishly, “I’m sorry.”
“All right, hold still.” Yami let go of him, stood him upright and carefully put one arm around his shoulders. He reached down to slip his other arm under his knees, and scooped him into the air.
“Yami?”
“You said it yourself, we’ll never make it to the Game Shop at this rate, and if you keep stumbling you might get hurt,” Yami said, his cheeks flushing red as he began walking. “I’ll just carry you the rest of the way, it isn’t far.”
Yugi smiled and rested his head against his shoulder, his eyes closing. “Thank you, Yami.”
Yami didn’t answer, though he could feel his blush deepen. When he’d bent down to pick Yugi up, his yukata - already loose after dancing for hours at the festival - had slipped down on one shoulder. That was now the shoulder Yugi had leaned his head against, and it felt…too good, really, the feeling of Yugi’s hair against his bare skin. The way Yugi’s feathery soft breath both warmed and cooled the same spot on his neck as he breathed. Much, much too good.
He tried to distract himself with other thoughts. Every single time they went out together it worked out this way. Yugi, for some reason, always ended up exhausted. Yami would always end up carrying him, and Yugi never seemed to argue how embarrassing it would be to be carried. It would be this way at the next festival, too. He gazed down at Yugi, who was curled against him. A tiny voice in the back of his mind piped up that he didn’t mind carrying him home. Yami shoved the thought away, tore his gaze from Yugi, and stared determinedly into the distance.
Moments later, Yugi peeked up at Yami, (who was still staring resolutely ahead), grinned to himself and closed his eyes again, snuggling closer under the guise of shifting his weight, letting himself nuzzle the nape of Yami’s neck for a moment. Yami would mistake the feeling for a stray lock of hair brushing him; he always did.
It probably wasn’t fair, to trick him into this when Yugi’s ulterior motive was something rather selfish. But it felt nice to spend those few moments in Yami’s arms.
Too nice to allow morals to get in the way.
X - X - X
Notes: It's been awhile since I posted! I've been too busy for my own good, blarg. Supercon was le awesome, but I've been working steadily ever since to earn back the money I spent.
After all those angst fics it’s about time for some pointless fluff, eh? xD This theme is nothing but silly fluff without a point. I enjoy those sometimes. And the next theme is a sequel to two of the most popular previous themes, so look forward to that!
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Pairings: Implied Yami/Yugi
Archive: Here
Warnings: AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: He was too shy to outright confess his feelings, so Yugi would take any excuse he could to be close to Yami - no matter how silly.
Disclaimer: Yugioh is still not mine.
- - -
“The festival was great again, wasn’t it?” Yugi asked as he and Yami walked down the road.
“It always is.”
“I think it was better this year.”
“You said the same thing last year,” Yami reminded him.
“Well then, at this rate it’ll only get better.”
“You do have a point there.”
Glancing over at him, Yugi yawned. “It must be getting near midnight by now…this evening went by so fast.”
“The Game Shop isn’t too far away. I don’t suppose your family will mind me sleeping on the couch again? I don’t feel like walking all the way home tonight.”
“You do after every festival, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Yugi grinned, then yawned again and as he did he stumbled.
“Yugi!” Yami caught his arm, pulling him back upright. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just so tired.”
“Well, it was a long day.”
“Yeah.” Yugi nodded and was silent until only a few moments later when he tripped again, flailing to regain his balance.
“Sorry Yami, it’ll take forever for us to get to the Game Shop at the rate I’m going.”
“You do this every time,” Yami said, frowning. “You wear yourself out so much at festivals that you can barely make it home. I don’t get it, you don’t do anything more strenuous than the rest of us. What makes you get so sleepy?”
“I don’t know. But I’ll be fine, Yami, really. Let’s just keep walking.”
Yami, who could recall having this exact conversation several times in this year alone, didn’t answer. But he was ready when Yugi stumbled again exactly five minutes later, catching him with both hands as Yugi said sheepishly, “I’m sorry.”
“All right, hold still.” Yami let go of him, stood him upright and carefully put one arm around his shoulders. He reached down to slip his other arm under his knees, and scooped him into the air.
“Yami?”
“You said it yourself, we’ll never make it to the Game Shop at this rate, and if you keep stumbling you might get hurt,” Yami said, his cheeks flushing red as he began walking. “I’ll just carry you the rest of the way, it isn’t far.”
Yugi smiled and rested his head against his shoulder, his eyes closing. “Thank you, Yami.”
Yami didn’t answer, though he could feel his blush deepen. When he’d bent down to pick Yugi up, his yukata - already loose after dancing for hours at the festival - had slipped down on one shoulder. That was now the shoulder Yugi had leaned his head against, and it felt…too good, really, the feeling of Yugi’s hair against his bare skin. The way Yugi’s feathery soft breath both warmed and cooled the same spot on his neck as he breathed. Much, much too good.
He tried to distract himself with other thoughts. Every single time they went out together it worked out this way. Yugi, for some reason, always ended up exhausted. Yami would always end up carrying him, and Yugi never seemed to argue how embarrassing it would be to be carried. It would be this way at the next festival, too. He gazed down at Yugi, who was curled against him. A tiny voice in the back of his mind piped up that he didn’t mind carrying him home. Yami shoved the thought away, tore his gaze from Yugi, and stared determinedly into the distance.
Moments later, Yugi peeked up at Yami, (who was still staring resolutely ahead), grinned to himself and closed his eyes again, snuggling closer under the guise of shifting his weight, letting himself nuzzle the nape of Yami’s neck for a moment. Yami would mistake the feeling for a stray lock of hair brushing him; he always did.
It probably wasn’t fair, to trick him into this when Yugi’s ulterior motive was something rather selfish. But it felt nice to spend those few moments in Yami’s arms.
Too nice to allow morals to get in the way.
X - X - X
Notes: It's been awhile since I posted! I've been too busy for my own good, blarg. Supercon was le awesome, but I've been working steadily ever since to earn back the money I spent.
After all those angst fics it’s about time for some pointless fluff, eh? xD This theme is nothing but silly fluff without a point. I enjoy those sometimes. And the next theme is a sequel to two of the most popular previous themes, so look forward to that!