#ygoadvent2024

[tenukiki]

Kaijou christmas shopping ✨

@ygoadvent Day 2 - (Wish)List

[ygoadvent]

hi everyone! this year, kay ( @jackatlas ) and anya ( @team5ds ) are hosting a yugioh advent! 25 days of prompts for you to do whatever you please with. we welcome all kinds of submissions - art, mood boards, fics… whatever you want to use to complete these prompts! this is also open to all yugiohs & all ships. below you will find the prompts for december 1st through december 25th. we can't wait to see what you'll make. we'll be tracking #ygoadvent2024, so feel free to share your work with us!

day 1: decorations

day 2: wishlist

day 3: lights

day 4: hot chocolate

day 5: charity

day 6: ugly sweater

day 7: mulled wine

day 8: first snow

day 9: fireplace

day 10: christmas market

day 11: gingerbread house

day 12: snowman

day 13: like the movies

day 14: ice skating

day 15: mistletoe

day 16: white elephant

day 17: sleigh ride

day 18: mr & mrs claus

day 19: for the kids

day 20: cookies

day 21: solstice

day 22: party

day 23: last minute shopping

day 24: gifts

day 25: home for the holidays

[zexalislaughing]

Day 3: Lights

Sorry for the lack of shading and stuff. I've been sick today and that affects my work quality, so...

Anyways, Yuma is teaching Astral how to put lights up on the tree they decided to get for the attic, to make it more festive, you know?

So that's my piece for today. Hope you like it!

[arien-elensar]

Prompt: Ugly Sweater, Jounouchi/Kaiba, Rating: T (language)

Jounouchi grimaced at his options. Only two ugly Christmas sweaters remained on the rack. A pink one featuring a unicorn that was a size too small and a blue one with white and green detailing with Kaiba Seto’s face across it.

He didn’t yet have enough money to shop anywhere else this year and though not mandatory, wearing one was strongly encouraged by KC management.

When did the ugly sweater theme become so popular anyway? If only he hadn’t waited till the last minute he bemoaned.

With a resigned sigh, he grabbed the blue one and headed to the register.

X

“Um, interesting choice,” Yugi said upon spotting Jounouchi near the entrance of the venue.

“It’s all they had left,” he lamented.

Yugi smiled sympathetically. “Maybe it’ll be a hit?”

Jounouchi snorted. “Come on, let’s get in there. I’m hungry.”

The hall was decked out in all manner of holiday décor: wreaths, garlands, and centerpieces on every table. Near the entrance stood a tall Christmas tree adorned with duel monster ornaments and a KC logo tree topper.

“Impressive,” he noted with an awed expression.

“Look, we can take some photos after we eat,” Yugi suggested, pointing to the booth situated next the tree. Jounouchi nodded in agreement.

Plates piled high; they made their way to a table at the center of which sat a polar bear figure surrounded by tealights. Additionally, each chair had its own red bow.

“I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom,” Jounouchi said, setting his plate down.

Halfway down the hallway, he heard a familiar voice coming from the venue’s small back office to which the door had been left open.

“Alright Mokuba, just let me know when your here,” he heard Kaiba saying.

Quickening his pace, the blonde made a beeline for the restroom door.

“Nice sweater,” Kaiba called.

Shit. Jounouchi turned to face the CEO who was standing in the doorway of the office, smirking.

He felt anger mixed with embarrassment. What was Kaiba doing here? He didn’t usually bother with such events. But he recovered quickly with a smirk of his own. “Well, it was an ‘ugly’ sweater party, so…”

Kaiba scowled, and to his surprise, looked genuinely a bit hurt. “I could have your sponsorship pulled for that.”

Jounouchi spluttered. “What?! I may be under KC, but it doesn’t mean I have to start liking you.”

“Fair, but it wouldn’t hurt you to show some respect,” Kaiba chastised.

“Look who’s talking,” Jounouchi scoffed.

Eyes narrowing, Kaiba appeared about to retort but instead, he threw up his hands appearing to relent. “Very well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the blonde questioned; tone suspicious.

“As fun as it’s been to tease you these past few years, I’ll admit it’s become a bit, predictable,” the brunette confessed.

Jounouchi’s expression remained distrustful. “What’re you, not going to insult me anymore? You wouldn’t last five minutes.”

Kaiba let out a breath, frowning. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

Jounouchi opened his mouth, about to tell him just how stuck in his ways he still seemed. But he paused. Did he really want to further shove his foot in his mouth? However, could the other really change? “What’s in it for you?”

Kaiba looked thoughtful. “A second chance.”

Jounouchi’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Did an elf hit you over the head?”

“No,” Kaiba insisted. “Just,” he sighed, turning to face the doorway, “follow me.”

Jounouchi stepped cautiously forward into the office space. Kaiba closed the door behind him and turned to rummage through a briefcase.

“We’ve been doing research on duelist popularity,” he began, turning back around holding a large envelope. “You’ve consistently ranked amongst the top few.”

Jounouchi nodded, not sure were this was going.

“When asked, they often note your friendliness and relatability.” He took a step forward. “Now, either they are all idiots, or I am.” Extending the envelope. “I suppose I’d like to find out which it is.”

“What’s this?” Jounouchi said, taking the manila envelope. “Inside he found a letter. His eyes widened as he scanned the page. It was an invitation to join the best duelists from around the world for a month long, all expenses paid, publicity tour and tournament.

“I was picked?” Jounouchi gasped.

Kaiba nodded. “I was planning on presenting this to you and Yugi later tonight.” He paused before continuing. “Perhaps we can all discuss the details over dinner sometime?”

Still processing the news, the blonde fell silent, considering. What did he have to lose? Nodding, he smiled, “sounds like a plan! …And uhh, sorry I called you ugly before. You’re actually rather nice looking. I mean, uhh…” he felt a blush rising.

Kaiba smiled, chuckling. His phone rang and he answered it, listening for a few seconds. “I’ll meet you outside in a few.” He ended the call.

“I’ll see you out there, Jounouchi,” Kaiba said, heading for the door. “Mokuba and I have more guests to surprise.”

[divinesayer]

so call it what you want to

series: yugioh 5ds ship: jack atlas/yusei fudo characters: jack atlas, yusei fudo rating: g notes: day 23 @ygoadvent

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“Thanks for coming with me.” He said it as if she had a choice – she scoffed in response but squeezed his hand, so he knew she wasn’t that annoyed. Or, the time Jack accompanied Yusei during last minute Christmas shopping.

The mocha burnt the back of her throat, but Jack figured the hit of caffeine would help get her through the next few hours of her life. Yusei was so lucky that she loved him, else she would have ditched ages ago.

His hand was in hers, grip tight, as they weaved through the crowds. “Thanks for coming with me.” He said it as if she had a choice – she scoffed in response but squeezed his hand, so he knew she wasn’t that annoyed.

“Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up.”

Yusei nodded, ducking into the next store. It took her a moment to realise where they were – Tiffany’s. She blinked, then stared blankly at him.

“What’re we doing in here?”

He didn’t answer, letting go of her hand to make a beeline for the necklaces. She stood stunned for a moment, before following after him. When he glanced back, his expression told her that she was best off staying put.

Try as she might, she couldn’t quite make out the conversation he had with the clerk. She grumbled to herself, busying herself by looking at earrings – she didn’t want to appear to care about what he was doing.

When he finally returned to her side, he was grinning, a small box in his hands. He didn’t speak at first, instead just lingering behind her.

“Can you hold your hair for a second?” He spoke softly, and she couldn’t help but give in, holding it up and out of his way – surely, she knew what was coming next.

The silver chain was delicate, and he handled it with such care as he pulled it around her neck, clasping it at the back before pressing a soft kiss to the bare skin. “Okay. Done.”

She glanced at the mirror by them, squinting at the small charm. There was a small Y engraved in silver, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew these weren’t cheap, and she had never considered Yusei to be the type to spend that sort of money.

“I…” She turned to face him, cheeks red and a small smile on her lips. “Thanks.”

[zexalisloving]

Guys, I finally worked on something for the ygoadvent!

It's a Keyshipping one-shot for Day 4 and Day 8.

Story under the cut.

Enjoy!

“Yuma? What is that strange... white substance raining from the sky?” Astral curiously peered out the attic window.  

“Shush, Astral. I’m sleeping.” Yuma said, turning in the hammock. 

Today was a Saturday, and that meant extra sleep! 

“You are not. Otherwise you wouldn’t be talking. Wait, you do talk in your sleep, so maybe it is logical to think that you really are sleeping. But that would mean--”  

“Astral, please! I’m awake, okay? Now quit your rambling!” Yuma hopped out of the hammock. It was quite obvious that he hadn’t been asleep given that he did such a maneuver with ease.  

As Yuma made his way down to his bedroom, Astral smiled. It was endearing that Yuma always slept in. And waking him up was also a treat, since he it made him feel like he was a part of his daily routine, something that he desperately wanted. After all, even though they spent almost all of their time together, Astral wanted more, as any lover would.  

Yuma hurried down the stairs to the smell of... hot chocolate?  

“Hello, Yuma dear,” Haru said, motioning for her grandson to sit in the chair in front of her. 

“Hey, Grandma.” Yuma said, sitting in the aforementioned chair. He waited a second before addressing what was on his mind. “Hey, what’s that smell?”  

“I made hot chocolate.” Haru said, setting a mug in front of Yuma, confirming his suspicion to be true. 

‘Huh,’ Yuma thought. ‘She only makes hot chocolate when it snows out.’  he grabbed the mug and took a long sip. 

Astral put his hand to his chin in deep thought. Since he could hear Yuma when he was speaking, he came to the conclusion that, since Haru only makes hot chocolate when it snows, and a strange weather occurrence was happening outside, it must’ve meant that the ‘white substance’ outside was snow. But what was it’s purpose? 

“Hey, Astral. Astraaal. Astral!”  

Astral snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Yuma calling his name. 

“What is it, Yuma?” he asked. 

“You looked deep in thought. What’s on your mind?”  

“Well, I heard you thinking about something called a “snow”. What is that?”  

Yuma smiled. “Snow is like... when it’s raining and... uhm... hold on a second,” 

Yuma got up and walked over to his grandmother. He whispered something, had something whispered to him, then came back. “So snow is when the temperature is very cold and it begins to rain, turning the raindrops into snowflakes, because it freezes the water!” he said. 

“So, it is snowing outside?” Astral asked.  

“Ye-- wait, wha?” Yuma turned to Astral with a shocked expression. “It is?”  

Yuma walked over to the door and opened it, followed by a huge gush of cold wind and wetness. He slammed the door closed again. “It is.” 

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Sorry if I left it with a weird cliffhanger. But I hope you enjoyed it!

[millenniumcomics]

if i may ask, where are the advent prompts you're using? i just got into the fandom but am only on tumblr and seem to keep missing all the events

Hello and thanks for stepping here!

I will gladly link the prompts used, and remember these fanfiction are not all mine, authors are listed.

The events are usually in specific months per ship and/or theme. Various Advent Calendars (December), Pridecember, Puzzlejune, Kinktober, AU-gust are among the most popular. You can usually search for prompts on tumblr, ig, discord, or X during any month, and there can be multiple ones, even! But you will not find, for example, many Puzzle prompts in december, for Puzzle is celebrated in June.

Also, you can find more events on discord, where the events are shipshaped (Like YULE-Gi-Oh! for rivalshipping) or exchanges are offered (Like YGOME) in specific servers.

Besides, if you don't want to be chained, tumblr offers a very wide selection of generic prompts under #prompts, #prompt, and #inspo #art inspo #creative challenge and similar you can randomly get inspired by!

If you just got into the fandom navigate Tumblr, and try to find one or two servers for your favorite ships (I suggest: 1/2 not 1.000) for the community is not huge, but alive.

I hope I was of any help. <3

Now for December's prompts!

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Pieces of a Christmas Puzzle is a single story with no prompts, retelling "A Christmas Carol".

For Pridecember, you find the prompts here:

For the YGO Advent 2024, here's the prompts:

And you can follow LadyDraculena's prompts day by day here:

[tenukiki]

The christmas tree at home…

@ygoadvent Day 1 - Decorations

[tenukiki]

Kaiba dragging Jounouchi out of the house to play in the snow ❄️ Maybe it's ooc, but I like to imagine that from time to time, Kaiba has those childish impulses that not even Jounouchi can keep up with 😔💕

@ygoadvent Day 8 - First Snow

[zexalislaughing]

Day 1: Decorations

So I decided to make a scene where Yuma and his family are leaving the Christmas tree lot, and Kari makes Yuma carry the tree.

This is my first attempt at doing something like this, so I hope you like it!

[writingpages]

let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Summary: normal teen boys don't have people asking them when they're going to marry their girlfriend. he's just a teen boy. and he just wants to go on a nice date with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

Rating: G

Ships: Yusei Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Notes: written for @ygoadvent.

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His hand was holding hers tight, dragging her along the trail with a look of childish glee. She'd never seen Yusei look this relaxed before, and she couldn't believe something as simple as taking him to look at a trail of holiday lights would be what caused it. Aki wasn't complaining, though. She loved seeing him look so happy. "Yusei, slow down," she teased, unable to stop herself from laughing. "I have much shorter legs than you!"

"Not that much shorter," he shot back with a grin, but he complied with her request all the same. He came to a stop in front of one of the lights, pulling her into a tight hug. "You were right: this is fun."

He'd fought against the idea, not because he didn't like the idea of spending time with Aki, but because spending time in the public eye had been growing increasingly uncomfortable. People would approach them on a date and ask for photos, autographs, and sometimes worse of all, when they were going to get married. He didn't like that kind of pressure. He barely liked talking to people on a good day. It made date nights incredibly awkward. He supposed that came with the territory of fame. It was a concept that he didn’t care for. And well... it wasn't like he wasn't planning on asking Aki to marry him... someday. But they hadn't even properly been together for a few months! People asking when he was going to marry just made him feel awkward - like he was some loser boyfriend from a small town who married his girlfriend straight out of high school.

"You're doing it again," Aki said softly, poking at his cheek with a soft smile. "You're overthinking. It's okay - we're fine. No one's bothered us so far. Let's enjoy the moment, okay?"

She pulled away from the hug, smiling up at him. For a second, he could imagine that there was no one in the world but the two of them. The lights colored her, bouncing the reds and greens and blues everywhere, and her cheeks were a bright pink even in this light. She stuck her hand out to him, and he took it. And he knew she was right, and he let go of all of the weight he'd been carrying.

They could just be.

[arien-elensar]

Prompt: First snow, Ishizu/Kaiba, Rating: Explicit (sexual)

The back of Ishizu’s knees made contact with the foot of the bed. As they parted for air, she allowed herself to be pushed back onto it. Kaiba joined her, spreading his long frame out beside her before raising himself up on one elbow to look at her. She had sat back up and was crawling towards him on all fours. She stretched out next to him and for a few seconds they gazed at one another before succumbing to what had been growing between them for weeks now.

Kaiba tasted of the peppermints they’d been offered after lunch. His hands made their way under her sweater, the skin contact intensifying her desire. Letting go of his upper arm, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He offered her a soft, encouraging smile.

Ishizu leaned down to trail soft kisses from his chest to his now exposed abdomen; acutely aware of how low the final two buttons rested as she undid them. He flung the shirt to the floor and turned back around to look at her. He reached out and began lifting up her sweater, pausing until she nodded in approval and they both worked to pull it over her head. Kaiba tossed the garment behind him.

His intense expression made Ishizu feel exposed but then he leaned towards her and kissed her gently, quelling her anxieties. He ran his hands along her bareback as they kissed more passionately now. She pressed her hands into his shoulders before trailing them downwards until they came to rest at his hips. Ishizu brought her right hand inward, fingering the top button of his pants.

Kaiba nodded in response to her inquiring look and she made quick work of the top button; leaning in to capture his lips as she undid the second. Together they worked to peel them off of him. Once removed, they joined the growing pile. Ishizu ran an appreciative hand down his torso then began to kiss along his jaw and neck. Kaiba’s hands gripped her buttocks, pulling her in close. With a thrill, Ishizu could feel through his underwear that he was half hard.

Seeking to shift his attention lower, she undid her pants and began sliding them off. He leaned down to help her and they quickly disappeared over the edge of the bed. Kaiba ran a hand along the side of her thigh then up to caress her breast. She arched into the contact. Ishizu sat up and reached behind her to undo her bra, wanting to feel his touch without it. Breasts now unrestrained, she lay back to face him. He reached forward to brush a thumb across one nipple which sent a flash of pleasure coursing through her.

Perhaps noting the effect this had on her, Kaiba scooted downward and ran his tongue around each pert nipple. Ishizu visibly shivered and clutched his shoulders. He moved back up to her eye level. He wore a playful smile that made her want to close the distance between their bodies. Kaiba must have had the same thought for as she shifted closer, still laying on her side, he took hold of her leg, draping it over his own hip so that no space remained between his growing erection and her mound. He ground his hips gently against her. Gripping his shoulders, she felt flush with desire.

He ran his fingers along her spine, intensifying her need. Ishizu wanted him inside her. Untangling herself from him, she slid off her lacey underwear and tossed it aside. Kaiba did the same with his, cock now hanging free. They both moved to close the gap between them. They kissed long and deep; fingers digging into skin. Kaiba threw his leg over her hip and again ground in to her. His cock brushed up against her clitoris causing her back to arch in pleasure.

Feeling ready, Ishizu broke their kiss. “There’s a condom in the top drawer,” she instructed. He turned to locate it while she turned and got up on all fours to retrieve the bottle of lotion she’d placed on the nightstand on her side of the bed. She let out a giggle as Kaiba, now on his knees, grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her back so that his erection was flush against her backside. Ishizu caught sight of their position in the full-length mirror hung near the foot of the bed. She came down onto her elbows, allowing him better access, dark hair fanning out around her. “Let’s do it like this? I want to see you fuck me,” she said.

Kaiba looked momentarily surprised before smiling in agreement and tearing open the condom packet. She watched in the mirror as he slid it on and spread the lotion she’d retrieved along his length. Her breath hitched as she felt his fingers search for her opening and spread a generous layer of lotion to her growing wetness. He massaged the inside of her thighs with his thumbs before returning to her entrance and parting the folds. He brought his erection close with one hand and steadied her hips with the other as he began to push himself inside her. Ishizu gasped at the stretch and girth as he entered her.

He stopped just a few centimeters from the base of his cock, letting out a shaky breath. Their eyes met in the mirror and he began to move; sliding out a bit before inserting himself fully again. She met his repeated thrusts eagerly moving her hips back and forth. Both their lips were slightly parted and cheeks pink from the effort. He sped up. She knew he was close when his thrusts grew short and erratic. Hunched over her backside, Kaiba came with a guttural grown. He took a few seconds to steady himself before sliding his now soft cock out of her.

Ishizu came off of her elbows and turned to watch as he removed the condom and grabbed some tissues to wrap it up in; then set it aside to dispose of later. Kaiba made his way over on his knees to where she now rested; sitting up with legs folded beneath her. They both smiled softly at one another. “It’s your turn,” he whispered, kissing the side of her mouth as he reached between her legs. She lay back, inviting him in.

It wasn’t long before Ishizu found herself arching her hips as he brushed his thumb against her clitoris. Her head swam with pleasure as he repeated the action again and again. She moaned as her arousal peaked. Finally, she found release and he kissed her neck as she came; legs spasming rhythmically while she rode out her orgasm. Ishizu lay back sated, for now. Kaiba did the same. After a minute or so she turned to face him; moving in closer to rest her forehead against his shoulder. He shifted onto his side facing her and leaned down to place a kiss on her temple.

He draped an arm across her and brushed his thumb lazily along her upper arm. They lay like that for some time. The only sound their breathing and the occasional passing vehicle below.

“I almost forgot, I brought you something,” Kaiba said, breaking the silence. Ishizu looked at him in surprise.

Kaiba rose and padded over to his coat which lay forgotten near the door. He picked it up and rummaged in one of the pockets, pulling out something wrapped in newspaper. He made his way back to the bed and sat beside Ishizu who was also now seated.

She took the neatly wrapped package and undid the red string. Pulling the paper aside, she found inside a golden eight-pointed star tree topper.

“I noticed your tree didn’t have one,” he said, gesturing towards the miniature one that stood in the corner by the window. She’d been here nearly a month now and had purchased it on a whim a week after she’d arrived in an effort to liven up the place.

“Thank you,” she said, with a surprised smile, sliding off her side of the bed to clip it atop the little faux fir. The soft white lights on the tree reflected in it surface. The only other light in the room came from the gap in the curtains.

Ishizu made her way to the window as something caught her eye. Peeking out, her curiosity turned to delight. Snow fell in a flurry; the first of the season. It was beginning to blanket the city below. “It’s snowing,” she announced. Kaiba came up beside her to have a look.

“I’d like to go out there,” she said. “Followed by a hot tea.”

He placed a hand on her lower back and she turned to face him. He kissed her gently. “Sounds like a plan.”

[writingpages]

spilling secrets like red wine

Summary: there were no secrets between them.

Rating: T

Ships: Yusei Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Notes: written for @ygoadvent. references to underage drinking & underage smoking.

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"Have you ever had mulled wine," Aki asked from the bar stool as she watched Yusei make morning pancakes. The twins were due to come over soon, and she wondered what he'd went with in the end as gifts for their homecoming. She still didn't like that the twins parents had decided that they could just reenter their lives without any explanation, but it was ultimately the twins' choice if they decided to go to their parents or not. "I was thinking we should have some tonight."

Yusei raised a brow at her as he plated the pancakes. "We're not old enough to drink, Aki."

As if she didn't know that Crow, Jack, and him snuck a celebratory beer after the he'd come home from the Ark Cradle. Ushio and Mikage had looked the other way because well... Yusei had nearly died. No one could fault any of them for wanting to have a little bit of something to celebrate. "Well, it's wine," she countered, shaking her head. "It's not like it'll get us tipsy. Besides: didn't you used to drink whiskey?"

There were no secrets between either of them - he knew she'd have a glass of wine with dinner at the Arcadia Movement, she knew he'd drink with his friends and sneak cigarettes when he was in Team Satisfaction. And while there were parts of her life that she wouldn't care to revisit, she had enjoyed the mulled wine that she'd get for Christmas under Divine's watch - to the point where she wanted to share it with Yusei. "Fair enough," he said as he slide into the chair next to her. "Where do you get it from?"

"We have to make it," she said as she leaned against him, relaxing into him. The warmth radiated from him - nice when the air was starting to get more chilled. She was certain that the first snow was due soon. "Are you okay with that?"

"Sure," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "You'll have to show me how it's made. How long will it take?"

"Depends if you have any red wine to spare."

[writingpages]

so chill

Summary: yusei has questions about the dress code for hideo's upcoming charity gala

Rating: T

Ships: Yusei Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Notes: written for @ygoadvent. references to teens having sex & public sex.

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Her father's stupid Christmas party was right around the corner, and well, part of it involved some sort of ugly sweater competition. She hadn't paid much attention to that part of the invitation, but Yusei seemed strangely fixated on it. "Your dad is throwing a Christmas party," he questioned as he glanced over the invitation her dad made her bring over to him. "And... what exactly is an 'ugly Christmas sweater'?"

Aki flushed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, don't worry about it," she said, shaking her head. She didn't know how to explain it, but she was certain that Yusei wouldn't want to get involved in it. "It's just a stupid competition to find a sweater so garish that people give you a prize for it."

Yusei frowned at this, looking back at the invitation. Aki knew what the prize was for first place: a donation of one hundred and fifty-five thousand yen to the charity of the winner's choice. Her father never liked to give out actual gifts for this sort of thing, but it was the kind of thing that would tempt Yusei. She wasn't surprised when his gaze lingered on the prize, and he turned to her. "Would you help me pick out one that could win?"

"Sure," she said as she sat down next to him, taking the invitation out of his hands. "I mean, I don't care for these silly things much anyway. I imagine papa will want me to wear a nice dress for this event. It's already supposed to be a charity event of sorts, but you know. He never could resist showing off, I guess."

"I thought you and your father were getting along better these days," Yusei remarked with another one of those head tilts - like he was a puppy trying to figure out where the ball went. Maybe that was an unfair description, she mused. No, maybe it was more like a fully grown dog sniffing out where the treat had been hidden. "Wait... you'll be dressing up for this?"

She shrugged in response. "It's a Christmas party. Girls are expected to dress nice for the occasion," she said, settling in next time with a small grin. "Why, are you excited to see me wear a nice dress?"

He tossed the invitation to the side, moving to hover over her with a smirk. "Do I at least get to help you pick out the nice dress?"

"Perv," she teased, picking up the nearby pillow and smacking him with it. "Last time you asked to go outfit shopping with me, you were trying to sneak into the dressing room!"

"Is it really 'sneaking' if you willingly let me in," he mused before leaning in for a light kiss. Well, he had a point there. Still, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'll help you pick out a dress, you help me pick out the worst Christmas sweater we can find?"

Aki nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck with a laugh. "Okay, that sounds fair," she said, pulling him for a kiss. And with that, they didn't think much about wearing clothes at all for the rest of the night.

[writingpages]

get it right this time

Summary: yusei and aki spend some time volunteering at the local soup kitchen

Rating: G

Ships: Yusei Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Notes: written for @ygoadvent.

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Yusei always seemed to be giving back to the community in any way he could. He found time that Aki could not fathom finding, and he was always doing it with a smile. Aki found herself dragged into more charity drives around Yusei than she had ever been involved in before. Not that she minded. She'd spent last week helping organize the local food pantry, this week Yusei and her were due to help at a soup kitchen, and next week they were heading to Martha's to help her wrap presents for the orphans. The holiday season was busy, and well, it was the first year that Aki really was going all in. She decided that if she wanted things to work with Yusei, she had to take an interest in his projects. His many projects around the city, in fact.

If it weren't for the fact that Aki still had to study for school, she probably would've been more involved instead of having to set aside time every week for it. Yusei was understanding about that, at least. And he'd agreed to reducing his time commitment, at the very least. She'd been worried about how much he ran himself ragged taking care of the city. She'd tied her hair back as she headed into the soup kitchen, saying good morning to the people who were already there. Yusei was already there, of course. He always was. She moved to wrap her arms around his waist from behind, burying her face against him. "Hi," she said softly. "You were supposed to wait for me to show up, you know."

Yusei grinned as he set down what he'd been working on, turning to face her. "Well, you know that I'm doing my best to help others around here," he said as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. He'd clearly been in the middle of cooking. She'd been barred from it because well, she wasn't exactly the world's best cook. Yusei insisted he wasn't that good either, but at least what he made tended to be edible and he was far better at following a recipe than she was. He was just more patient. "Are you going to be handing out food?"

"Only thing I'm allowed to do, remember," she teased as she reached for the hair nets, pulling one over her head. She pointed at him as she backed away towards the door to get to work. "After this, you're taking me on a date, Mr. Fudo."

"Course, Miss Izayoi," he teased as he got back to work.

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you knew what you wanted

Summary: they were just making cookies, but her mind was somewhere else.

Rating: T

Ships: Yusei Fudo/Aki Izayoi

Notes: written for @ygoadvent. implied smut ending

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Aki was once again over at Martha's, but this time she was in the kitchen with Yusei. The kids had wanted cookies, and Martha had set Yusei to task on making them. It meant that once again, Aki was growing impatient with cookie dough. Yusei had put his arms around her, allowing her to relax against him as he showed her the right way to cream the butter. "You need to put a little more strength in it," Yusei said gently, helping her press the butter into the bowl. "You can do this, Aki."

He was so gentle in his encouragement, so sure in his belief in her. It felt silly to be flustered over it when it was just making cookies. Yet... this kept happening. Every time he got close to her, she could feel his body heat radiating off him. And then she'd think about the other times he'd been this close to her, all the ways his very touch felt electric against her skin, and how alive he made her feel... and then she spilled just a little too much vanilla into the batter. "Fuck," she said immediately, blushing bright red. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so heavy handed..."

"It's okay," he said softly, kissing her cheek before taking the mixing bowl to fix her mistake. Aki fixated on the way Yusei's hands seemed so sure in what he was doing, and the other ways he'd used his hands in such a precise manner. The batter was now the same exact color as his skin, and Aki felt warm all over. Yusei glanced over at her, and he smirked. "Busy thinking about something else, Aki?"

"No," she exclaimed immediately, lying straight through her teeth. It was a lie; she'd been thinking heavily about how nice it would be if Yusei bent her over the counter, hiked up her skirt, and... this was Martha's kitchen, she reminded herself. It was utterly inappropriate for her to be thinking about this while in Martha's kitchen, while baking cookies that were meant for the kids. "Just... admiring how skilled you are at baking."

Yusei clearly didn't believe her. "So if I said after we finish making these cookies and leave them to cool, I should take you upstairs, you wouldn't be interested?"

"I.. well," she said softly, glancing back at the cookie dough then to him. "I wouldn't be opposed to it, no."

She'd never seen Yusei work so fast when baking before. And before she knew it, she was being whisked away upstairs where Yusei indulged her in something far sweeter than cookies.