"We're not leaving you alone on your favourite holiday."
Ryou had plans for Christmas. Really, he did. Unfortunately, those were interrupted when Yugi and Atem got together - it was a mutual break-up, damn it! And he was really planning on not bothe...
Hey, guys! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Elliot. Sorry that this is a touch late but Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it! Here's the Christmas one-shot for the year. I got two prompts for this - "I'm not leaving you alone on your favourite holiday" from a generic site and "conspire/rustshipping watching the Nightmare Before Christmas" from sitabethel, so I tried to merge them. Naturally, Ryou is trans because what's a Christmas one-shot without a little projection? Also this is unbetaed and I honestly wrote this in three days so sorry, rip. Hope y'all enjoy!
The cover was done by the fantastic stressed_herp on instagram! Please check him out!
Also it's basically;
Malik: Hey we should probably do some character development and shit around your breakup with Yugi-
Ryou, eyes glassed over, staring at him and imagining fucking him in that skirt: Uh huh, sounds neat.
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CW: Familial transphobia, NSFW, gender dysphoria
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The café was almost too warm after the brisk chill outside where Ryou's breath fogged and lifted up in clouds. He used to pretend he was a dragon when it got cold enough for his breath to steam - one with dark scales and bright red eyes. He took a slow breath as the chime over the door tinkled, and he pulled off his scarf.
Inside, the lights were a warm orange, and the walls were soft cream. Posters littered the wall behind the counter including, Ryou's personal favourite, one reading Say HEY If You're GAY.
He grinned at the person behind the till and gave them a wave. "Hey." They just mimicked him, caught up with a customer. A line of pastries and cakes sat underneath a glass case, and the tables were surrounded by cushioned orange armchairs. Bakura, Malik, and Mehi all sat in a corner, food already ordered. Malik had apparently been convinced to switch to his long skirts for warmth, because the one he was wearing hung at his shins when he was sitting. Mehi and Bakura had actually been fucking sensible and worn jeans- no, that wasn't fair. It was a sensory issue, and Ryou knew it. He was just on edge, and fuck Malik looked good in a skirt. They all looked good, all the time.
