Two Sexy Freaks Laughing To The Beat || Yu-Gi-Oh! Angstshipping

Chapter One

Hey everyone! So I'm trying to write more at the moment, and this came out of two prompt generators. One was absolutely hilarious and had a line "two sexy uncles laughing to the beat" so I decided to use that as a title, and the second was the mess x perfectionist prompt.

In this universe, none of the DM things happened, but all the characters still exist in the modern setting. I started this as a short story and now it's 3 chapters long but let's see how far it actually goes lmao. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry to any Duke Devlin fans, I did him dirty here)

CW: Relatively heavy drinking, light sexual commentary, attempted one-night stand

Note: I forgot to post this fic here completely so you're getting all nine chapters at once. Enjoy binging I guess lmao.

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Malik leaned his head back, a sigh dripping from his throat, as his alarm chimed from his pocket. He didn't realise it had gotten so late.

He quickly turned it off without taking out his phone and glanced at the work in front of him. The tome was old; not so old that the pages were crumbling, so not his oldest, but certainly one of them. The notepad next to it, though, was brand new - only a few pages in with immaculate, colour-coordinated notes and even additional sticky notes for theories or drawings for symbols Malik wanted to check later. He hadn't done nearly as much as he'd wanted to. Someone hadn't done their job right at the archive and forgot to register him for access to the newly discovered tome, and he'd wasted a few hours with due diligence and forms he'd already signed to be allowed access.

He stretched and his lower back popped. With his late start, Malik had forgone breaks in order to get more work in, and he was still behind. Idiots. Carefully, Malik closed the tome and stood up, returning it to its rightful shelf before he peeled off his gloves and dropped them into the nearby bin.

No food or drink was allowed, so most of its content was similar silicone gloves or crumpled pieces of paper from other patrons. Malik made his way up out of the archive, giving a nod to the receptionist as he signed out before he stepped out into the brisk winter air. He let out a breath, and it fogged ahead of him in the light of the sunset. Cars were already jammed along the street, racing one another at a snail's pace to get home from work, and Malik held back a sneer. Traffic was the worst part of the city - not getting stuck in it, but the noise, the smell. He reached up and pulled his hair free of the ponytail he'd tied it into for work, fluffing it as it danced around his shoulders. He had to get his computer bag back from the office before he walked home, but it wasn't a long detour, thankfully, so he began walking, heels clicking on the Domino pavement.

This translation gig wasn't what he'd imagined for himself as a child, enraptured by bright colours and soft fabrics, but his sister was persistent, and once he got out of Egypt and actually started his own business, Malik was less restrained in what he could wear, so he took that as a win. Not that he'd started his own translation company because he wanted to wear skirts and dresses to work, though it had been a factor - no, he was just so sick of sloppy work, underpaid colleagues, sneering uncles, and everything that came with working in Japanese offices. He looked up as he neared his building.

Malik was skilled in translation, and his brother was fantastic at business, and their company had skyrocketed only a few years after setting up. They went from owning a few small offices in a bad district to an entire building in the business sector of Domino, employing a few hundred academics and translators, for research, politics, history and publishing alike. Malik preferred to carouse with other professionals, creating contacts wherever he could, preferably with a drink in hand, but he picked up projects whenever they interested him. Rishid, on the other hand, stuck to managing every minute detail behind the scenes, from negotiating contracts to working with their social media team on brand image.