Yes I know it’s September, yes I know this says June, yes I know I am late. BUT I SWORE I’D FINISH IT AND I AM TRYING!! This is short, sweet, and simple. Based off of @ygospamproduction ‘s post. It’s not exactly how I saw it in my head, but this is me just trying to write something. I needed fluff and I wish I could do this better! Maybe one day X_X But for now...you get this...
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Atemu opened his eyes and groaned softly. He saw the darkness and what appeared to be the wall. He was lying on his stomach with his arms under his pillow. Pulling himself up to find the clock on the desk, he blinked till he could read it clearly.
3:27am
“Too early.” He grunted and plopped himself back on the bed, this time, facing the other person who lied in bed with him. A sleepy smile formed as he looked at Yugi who looked undisturbed by Atemu’s fall back onto the bed.
But just as quickly as Atemu assumed that, Yugi groaned and shifted slightly, one of his hands moved to the blanket that rested on his chest. With a small whimper, he tightened his grip on the fabric, and was still once more.
“Always holding onto it.” Atemu whispered as he looked at Yugi’s hand.
Almost every night Yugi would reach for that spot, where a metal chain and the Millenium Puzzle once rested. Atemu once was a spirit trapped in the puzzle, it was a cold prison to him, but every night Yugi would hold onto it and the former pharaoh would sense a warm feeling in him. It was like a hug or a cup of hot chocolate on a winter night. That puzzle was a prison some days, but really what that item was...no did for him made him smile bigger.
“Because of you…” Atemu placed his hand on Yugi’s. “I am free. The puzzle brought us together, bonded us, two completely different souls, working as one.” A finger found the object that rested on Yugi’s finger. “Now this bonds us together.”
Atemu scooted closer to Yugi, making sure not to disturb him of course, but just wanting to snuggle close to his… “Partner, Friend, lover, and husband.” He smiled and kissed Yugi’s cheek before resting on Yugi’s shoulder and nuzzling his neck. “I love you. Yesterday, today, and always.”
Yugi once again shifted, taking a deep breath, his hand moved and intertwined his fingers with Atemu’s. “I love you too.” He whispered softly.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“The pain in my shoulder is what did.” Yugi’s eyes stayed closed but he stuck his tongue out.
“Ha-ha.” Atemu moved more so he was laying on Yugi’s chest then shoulder. “Better?”
Wrapping his arm around Atemu’s shoulder, giving him a small embrace before sighing once more. “Much. Now go back to sleep or I’ll make you cook breakfast in the morning.”
Atemu chuckled. “Yes sir.” He let out one more content sigh before closing his eyes allowing sleep to take over, still holding onto the hand that gave him warmth, comfort, and love.
I saw you in my dream last night. Well, not really, but I felt you. I felt the unshakable confidence I’ve only ever felt when we’re together, no matter the danger or the cost. I felt the flutter of your laughter in my chest when Honda or Jou goofed around. I felt the soft sand as I drew hieroglyphs, and heard you speak your name for the first time. I felt the brush of my fingers across the puzzle and our souls touching just as gently. I never saw you in my dream, but we never did need our eyes to know each other, did we? After all, you are my other me.
The realization that his life, his soul, his existence was tied to a god for all eternity.
It wasn’t very noticeable at first. The fact he was the same physically kept him from knowing for years. Magic user tend to age slowly so no one ever really suspected anything. Until the first of his friends had grey in their hair, who despite all odds, was Jou (they had often joked that Seto would be the first guy in their class to go grey).
Then people started noticing the aches and wrinkles and smile lines and sagging and all the other signs of old age on themselves.
Except him.
He looked the same age as he did when he took that blow for Atem (a blow that had actually killed one of his divine siblings). No need for prunes or pudding. No restrictions to his eating habits. No major crippling injuries. No major sicknesses. No aging with his friends. No seeing grandpa when he passes on. No change.
And Atem knew it this entire time. AND SAID NOTHING!
That was the start of one of their biggest arguments. There was screaming, throwing, accusations. He even banned his lover from being by his side until the last of his school friends died. Thanks to Ryou‘s own stubborn nature and good health, there were sixty years where they were separated.
And he was miserable.
And even though Atem could not contact him, he sent letters of adornment, his reason for keeping it a secret, his apologies, his assurance that those that had passed on were in a good afterlife. And he in turn sent letters back; apologies, what Jou/Honda/Anzu/all of the friends that they had done on the mortal plane, how he felt about living forever, how he wants to hold him, and so much more. They exchanged explicit letters, poetry about their feelings, how they felt that day.
In some odd way, the time that they were separated made their bond when they reunited.
Yugi moved to the realm of the divine, met Atem’s friends and family (including the brother-in-law that Atem never mentioned), and he was even given a title and godhood of his own; the God of Games and Kindness. There were countries that worshipped him; even a few that had him in higher regard than his husband.
