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Bonus mini epilogue for a casteshipping drabble I posted on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48312367

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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From somewhere pressed against his collarbone, the Pharaoh makes a soft noise that sounds carefully casual. “…I brought you back a souvenir, you know.”

Bakura’s breath has slowed down, but he’s not ready to open his eyes yet. The thief’s clever fingers run through crimson-tipped spikes absently, mind floating in a sea of endorphins. In response to the comment, he lets out a slow hum of vague curiosity. “Something you stole in broad daylight, I hope.”

Atem snorts, and it tickles a little against his skin. “Obviously not.” A pause. Then, quietly, “I think you’ll like it anyway.”

Oh, there it is again. The tone that hooks into Bakura’s heart in strange ways, that makes buzzing warmth bloom across his body.

The whitenette feels the edges of his mouth turn up and can’t help the pleased, raspy chuckle that rises and escapes his throat. “Alright, Pharaoh. I’ll judge this ‘souvenir’ of yours after breakfast tomorrow.” Whether or not he’ll be staying for breakfast isn’t a question that either of them bother to ask, anymore.

And maybe Atem feels it too, this knife’s edge of something that might be happiness, because the arm slung across the thief’s torso curls and tightens possessively. Bakura can feel the Pharaoh smirk, all smooth confidence now, that deep baritone voice a rumbling purr when he responds, “What makes you think we’ll be out of bed before lunch?”

~Owari~

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He tells the KaibaCorp Board of Directors that he’s marrying Yugi Mutou as a prudent strategic move. He owns the nation’s largest gaming company, after all, and Yugi is the undisputed King of Games.

He tells Mokuba that he’s marrying Yugi Mutou for the positive role model he’ll be, the good influence he’ll have, the bright energy he’ll bring to their household. Everyone can see that Yugi makes both of them sleep more, eat more, work less.

He tells no one that he’s marrying Yugi Mutou because, at the end of each and every day, he still somehow finds himself head over heels in love with him. That’s no one’s business but Yugi’s, and Yugi already knows.

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2.14

It’s a Tuesday at KaibaCorp, and Yugi arrives to find chocolates and flowers on his desk. Not because he likes them or asked for them, but because the sight of them makes him sputter and his face turn bright red, which Seto finds delightful.

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A Casteshipping Love Story by ChatGPT

Short. Unrealistic. Written entirely by a bot. But it's new content for a rarepair I guess?

Once upon a time, in ancient Egypt, there was a powerful Pharaoh named Atem. He ruled with fairness and justice, but his heart was closed off, as he had never truly loved before.

One day, a notorious thief named Bakura stumbled upon the palace and was caught by the guards. Atem, being a just ruler, offered Bakura a deal: serve him as a personal advisor, or face punishment.

Bakura, seeing no other options, accepted the deal and began serving Atem. As they spent more time together, Atem found himself drawn to Bakura's cunning mind and rogue spirit.

Bakura, too, found himself falling for the Pharaoh, despite his initial reluctance to serve him. However, their love was forbidden, as Bakura was a common thief and Atem was the ruler of the kingdom.

They kept their love a secret, meeting in secret and expressing their feelings in coded language. But as their love grew stronger, they knew they could no longer hide it.

Atem declared his love for Bakura in front of the entire kingdom, shocking everyone. But he didn't care, as long as he could be with the one he loved.

Bakura, touched by Atem's declaration, renounced his thieving ways and pledged his loyalty to the Pharaoh. And so, they ruled together, their love serving as an inspiration to the people.

They lived happily ever after, with Atem's kingdom prospering under their rule. And though they faced challenges, their love for each other never wavered.

The end.

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Domino is a dangerous city.

They come for Ryou in an alley between the university and his apartment building, late one night when gray clouds cover the moon and the tears of a thousand angels fall from the sky.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in an ugly place like this?”

It’s late. He was finishing some of his research, he lost track of time, he was taking a shortcut. He doesn’t say any of it.

Pale hands clutch down on the handle of a blue umbrella. He thinks of the keys in his pocket, the pen in his bag, the scissors he’d left uselessly on his desk. Nothing he has on him is sharp enough to attack with.

He’s had some self-defense classes, though, and he’s been working out a little. Maybe he can outrun them. There’s no choice but to try.

But he’s not really surprised, either, when the worn-down tread of his sneakers slips as he turns. When one of the men catches him by the jacket and swings him around, slams him against the alley wall and traps him there, arms bent behind his back. The umbrella blows away, abandoned, and the cold rain soaks quickly through his clothes as he struggles. The man keeps him pinned while his companion approaches, laughing, unbuckling his belt.

He screws his eyes tightly shut and prays to the deity of a temple six thousand miles away.

Two seconds pass, maybe three, before he hears the first guttural “urhkgh.” Half a shout rings out before the second. The grip on his arm goes limp and the splatter on his cheek is warm, unlike the rain.

It smells like iron.

The weight against him releases as the man’s body is yanked backwards and flung on the ground with a filthy wet thud. He’s trembling as warm hands pull him gently away from the wall, tilting his face from side to side to check for bruising or scratches. He stretches his arm with a wince, takes a few deep breaths to slow his racing heart before finally opening his eyes again.

He doesn’t want to look at the corpses so he raises his face instead, filling his field of vision with bronze and lavender and starlight.

“Sorry, landlord,” Bakura murmurs, rough thumb tenderly caressing his cheek. “I think some infidel blood got on your clothes.”

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Yugi: I promise, he likes you.

Atem: You don’t know what you’re talking about.

Yugi: Oh yeah? Proposition him right now. I dare you.

Atem: Oy, Bakura!

Bakura: Fuck off, Pharaoh. What do you want?

Atem: I would like to go on a date with you.

Bakura: . . . . . . What.

Atem: I want to take you out on a date. We can go to dinner. And then go for a walk. And then, I don’t know, a bar? And then come home and, uh, you know… Relax.

Bakura:

Atem: Interested?

Bakura:

Atem: … or we could skip dinner.

Bakura:

Atem: … and also the walk.

Bakura:

Atem: … and also the bar?

Bakura:

Atem: Come on, you asshole, give me some sort of reaction —

Bakura: Get your coat, Pharaoh. And a walking stick. You’ll need it tomorrow.

Yugi: *winks* Told you.

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NSFW? Two-sentence drabble under cut.

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The first time Atem sucks his dick, Bakura doesn’t even last 30 seconds.

Atem swallows it all, and smirks.

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This was in my head and now it's out.

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Bakura: — and when I do, you’ll rue the day you were ever born, Pharaoh!

Atem: Oh, will I? Just wait until —

Yugi: ENOUGH! I can’t listen to you two bicker anymore! Oh my god. Please just get a room.

Atem: We’re already in a room.

Ryou: He means you should have sex with each other.

Atem:

Bakura:

Atem:

Bakura:

Atem: Is…

Bakura:

Atem: …is that an option?

Bakura:

Atem: Honestly, I’m open to i—

Bakura: Take your clothes off right now or I’ll do it for you.

Yugi: Guys, I meant a DIFFERENT room —