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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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I wanna have public phone sex with Fremmy via the speakers in his diving helmet

Public Phone Sex

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, dom!reader, sub!Freminet, slight exhibitionism

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: Oooohh noooo, he's going to be so flustered 😳 Freminet is 20+, as always~ Reader is gender neutral, but there is a focus on penetrating Freminet

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Freminet was strolling through the city streets, helmet secured on his head so that he could drown out the people's chatter and the many possible sets of eyes that might point in his direction. He wasn't expecting you to contact him out of the blue like this. “Hello?” he answers meekly

You greet him with a smile in your voice, “Hey cutie, whatcha up to?” The little pet names you called him always made his heart skip a beat. He explained that he was simply on his way to drop off materials at the blacksmith's so that Estelle could create the magic pockets that Lyney had ordered before visiting you at the hotel

“Ah, perfect.” Was all you uttered, leaving Freminet confused for a moment. Perfect? What did you mean by that? Were you going to ask him if he could pick something up for you? This endless stream of questions was cut off when your sultry tone came through the speakers again

“I have a bit of a problem right now, and only you can fix it.” Now this made Freminet a bit nervous, what exactly does that have to do with his being in public? He gulped before attempting to ask what you meant, his question being promptly cut off by your next sentence, “What...what do you me–”

“I've been thinking about you all morning. Thinking about your pretty face and how hot you look when I fuck you.” Freminet's eyes shot open, inhaling a shaky breath as he stopped dead in his tracks. His cheeks burned within the confines of his helmet, unbeknownst to everyone around him

Every last shaky exhale of his could be heard from your end, seeing as the noises had nowhere to go. Freminet gulped, questioning you further, “D-don't say things like that... what are you even talking about?” He began fidgeting with the box of materials carried in his arms, kicking his feet against the ground shyly

The dark chuckle that hit his ears made him shiver, becoming antsy with each passing second. “Aw, my sweet boy, keep walking and I'll explain it to you, ok?” Freminet blinked a few times before working up the courage to continue towards his current destination. A stuffy warmth clinging to his skin while he walked on. “You've been gone for a few days now, ya know? I've missed you. So. Fucking. Much. Shit– ” Each word was punctuated with a sloppy wet noise, which earned a mewl from the timid cryo user

“Hear that? Hear what you do to me, my love? ” You growled, holding the microphone between your legs and moving your hand faster, letting your head fall backwards as wanton moans reverberated throughout the hotel room. Freminet's knees buckled, nearly causing him to trip in the middle of the street. He managed to recover quickly, clearing his throat and walking faster toward the blacksmith as if nothing has happened

“Y-y/n...please... this won't take long, can't you w-wait until I arrive?” He pleaded, breath labored as the growing need for your touch spread to his hardening member. Embarrassment flooded his being when he felt the wet spot forming in his shorts, thank the archons that they were dark blue...

Finally arriving at his destination, Freminet hurried to the table and set the box down in front of Estelle, praying that she was busy so that she wouldn't want to talk today. ...Luck was not on his side. Estelle greeted him cheerfully, waving and asking him questions such as how his siblings were doing, what he'd been up to recently, and asking him if he'd cobbled up any new contraptions or made any upgrades to Pers lately. Questions that honestly went in one ear and right out the other as the sounds of you touching yourself filled his head

Freminet fumbled his words as he attempted to respond, just trying to hurry out of there without coming across as being rude... His breath hitched when your voice broke the awkward silence between the two of them, “Baby...oh god– ” You moaned, raising the microphone back up to your lips. “Need you... I need that tight ass bouncing on me right now... Ooohh fuuucckk~ ”

A whimper unexpectedly escaped through his lips, followed by a twitch in between his soft thighs. Freminet desperately tried to keep it together, clenching his fists as his nails left crescent shaped marks on his palms. Estelle noticed that something was amiss, placing a hand on her hip as she asked him, “Everything alright? You seem a bit preoccupied.” Freminet nodded quickly, explaining that he actually had somewhere very important to be right now

The young woman nodded her head affirmatively, albeit still suspicious of his behavior but not wanting to upset him, apologizing for keeping him then bidding him adieu as she picked up the materials and headed towards the back of the shop to begin her work. Freminet sighed in relief, swiftly turning on his heels and speeding away

“My my, nearly got caught there, didn't we?” You teased as your partner sped down the busy streets, desperately hoping that no one would see the bulge in the front of his shorts. “I bet you're hard right now, aren't you? Probably dripping down your thighs too, yeah?” Freminet stifled a moan, swiftly ducking behind a large building and leaning against the back wall as his hand reached down to cup his erection, whining at the sudden contact

“Baby, I won't last much longer–” Your hips jerked as you continued pleasuring yourself, “I need you here to take all of it~ ” Freminet involuntarily humped his hand, his body chasing relief before his brain could do anything to stop it. Your desperate moans on the other end only stirred him up even more

“I need you t-too but... I-I can't walk around like this...” He whispered, heart pounding inside of his chest as his dick leaked more slick precum on the fabric of his clothing

“Then touch yourself.” You demanded, imagining the look on his face from such an idea. His eyes were probably blown wide open, mouth agape as he sputtered some excuse because he's too embarrassed. “C'mon, be my good boy? Lemme hear you work that pretty cock for me?”

Groaning while his dick twitched at the words ‘good boy’, Freminet relented, nervously unzipping his pants and pulling his wet cock out. Glancing around one last time to make sure that no one could spy on him from his hiding spot, Freminet wrapped his slender fingers around the shaft, pumping his aching length as another loud whimper escaped him

“Shit...I can hear how wet you are...” You moaned, licking your lips as your hand sped back up. “How's it feel?”

“Hurts...‘s wet and– Haah—!! ” Freminet cried out as he touched the head, mimicking the way you massage his tip, though it didn't feel exactly the same... He began stroking himself faster, the slick sounds of his ministrations coming through on your end only turned you on more. Just knowing that your shy little boyfriend is probably hiding in some corner or behind a building and pumping his hard, messy cock all because you did that to him

“Fuck...yeah– Harder, be a little rough with yourself.” At your order, Freminet pumped his dick harshly. Thinking back to one of the many times where you overstimulated him, jerking him off as if the world would end if you didn't. His dick throbbed within his hand, the tip an angry red and dripping precum into the bricks under his feet. Another minute of jerking himself off to the sound of your lovely, commanding voice and Freminet felt the familiar sensation of heat pooling within his gut, inching closer to a sweet release. “Hah...y/n I'm g-gonna...” He squeaked, voice cracking slightly while his hips bucked into his hand

“Cum with me, sweetie...make a mess for me~ ” You purred, matching the speed of his strokes based on the lewd noises coming through the speaker. Biting your lip as Freminet stuttered out a moan, the previous wet sounds decreasing as he came, breathing intensely while your own orgasm hit you

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

#my writing #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #freminet #freminet smut #sub freminet #oneshot #requested

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jaytimweek · 2 months

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Announcing JayTim Week 2024!

Do you love JayTim? Do you also enjoy word play? Puns? Crying in frustration because English has way too many words that are spelled exactly the same but mean different things? Then we have an event for you!

Welcome to JayTim Week 2024: Double Entendres!

This year, the event will run from June 23 to June 29. To shake things up a little bit, instead of asking for submissions, the mods have carefully curated a list of words that have all sorts of meanings, depending on the way you read them.

You can use any single meaning in your work(s) or, if you're feeling inspired, as many as you think you can fit! As the creator, it's entirely up to you how much or little you want to play on words.

Without further ado, here are our prompts:

Day One: Bat / Duck / Wing

Day Two: Dawn / Space / Star

Day Three: Fire / Pine / Fall

Day Four: Free Day

Day Five: Rock / Cave / Mount

Day Six: Bark / Sap / Wood

Day Seven: Drop / Seal / Wave

We hope you'll find them as inspiring as we did when we picked them!

We have prepared a little FAQ, for new participants as well as veterans. If you have any questions, please take a look to see if the answers are in there. If they aren't, please don't hesitate to reach out to us via our Ask Box!

Have fun creating! We look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with!

#jaytimweek #jaytimweek2024 #jason todd #tim drake #jaytim

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reminiscingtonight · 4 months

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AMC

words: trees, oreos, shoes

Story Time (Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x Reader)

A/N: This is the unofficial sequel to Sister's Know Best

[WOSO Masterlist]

“No.”

“No?” you question, smile playing on your lips.

“No!” Blue eyes dance with amusement as the little girl in your lap giggles away. “Mama isn’t graceful enough for that.”

Ana scoffs from her position next to you, reaching a hand across to tickle your daughter’s stomach. She squeals in laughter again, squirming to get away.

It’s another day in the Crnogorčević-(Y/L/N) household. Emma had weaseled her way out of her midday nap, wanting you and Ana to tell her story after story. Eventually the three of you strayed away from the classical princesses and began telling Emma of the early beginnings of your relationship. And of course you had to include the story of Lia’s unexpected arrival triggering Ana’s escape from your bedroom via the tree outside your window.

Rather than the gleeful laughter you were expecting, you and Ana are met instead with staunch disbelief that it never happened.

“But why would mama need to do that? Auntie Lia’s not scary.”

Lia’s probably your daughter’s favorite person, even ranking above both you and Ana. If any story painted Lia out to be anything less than an angel, Emma would always be her number one defender.

“Well you know how Auntie Lia is mommy’s sister?” Emma nods so vigorously you have to hold onto her tightly so she won’t fall off your lap. “And you remember how mommy and I went all mama bear when that boy stole your lunch the other day?”

Earlier in the week Emma came home from school crying. Through her heaving sobs you pieced together what had happened. Apparently an older boy had taken her oreos straight out of her lunch box during the break in the day. Ana instantly saw red, marching back into the school and stirring up a fuss until the other student was reprimanded.

Emma nods again, albeit with her smile dimming a bit at the reminder of her lost dessert.

“Well sometimes Auntie Lia gets protective of mommy like that too.”

There’s an adorable furrow between Emma’s brows as she tries to think through Ana’s explanation. It must be enough though however, as Emma shrugs, instantly asking for the ending of the story. While Emma got all of Ana’s looks, she definitely got all of your stubbornness and impatience.

“But everything was okay at the end of the day.”

Emma frowns. “Even if mama fell out of the tree?”

You laugh. “Yes, even if she fell out of the tree. Because your mama gifted me some special new shoes,” Ana rolls her eyes at that, “and turns out your Auntie Lia knew mama was upstairs the entire time!”

Emma’s mouth drops open in shock. “What? How?! Can Auntie Lia read minds?”

You and Ana exchange a look.

“Yes. So you better be careful the next time you see her!”

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Lia’s confused when she comes around the next day and Emma remains silent the entire time, eyes wide with wonder and awe.

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#ana maria crnogorcevic x reader #ana maria crnogorcevic imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes #3wp

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raccoonsandrangoons · 1 year

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1-800-Sorry-I’m-Distracted

Summary: After coming home from a long day of work, Eddie attempts to distract you while you’re on the phone with your sister

CW: smut (minors dni); semi-public sex (you’re on the phone with your sister); oral (f receiving); vaginal fingering

Words: 1.8K (short and sweet bby)

Notes: this is a completely self indulgent piece I wrote ages ago (srry babe) for my best friend, the moon to my sun, my sister in every AU, @jadequeen88! call it self-indulgent because I’m engaged to my waifu for laifu Steve hehe

“Hang on a minute, will ya?” you said hurriedly into the phone, placing your hand over the receiver. “Eddie” you hissed.

The curly-haired man in question hummed in acknowledgment. He had just come home from a long day of work at the mechanic’s. Usually he loves his job, but today his clients were something else. He sighed in relief that he only had a half shift and was able to run home to you. For the last two and a half hours of his shift, all he could think about was you and how he couldn’t wait to relieve all his stress.

“What is it, babe?” He was standing behind you with his arms around you. His fingers ghosted up and down your sides as his taller frame boxed you in against the wall the old phone was connected to. A Cheshire grin stretched across his face.

“You know what,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. Your voice was low in warning to your boyfriend.

Eddie faked being wounded as he stumbled back at the minimal force of your elbow. His hand over his chest like he had been stabbed. His dark, round eyes stared at you, threatening tears, as his lip trembled in a fake pout.

You rolled your eyes at his antics. Usually, you would have played back at him, but not today. You were stressed from work and attempting to build up the mental energy to have dinner with your sister and her fiancé, not spend it on your boyfriend’s distractions.

“I’m on the phone with my sister.” You turned back around with your back to Eddie and put the phone back to your ear. “Hey, you still there, hon?” you said to your sister on the other end.

Faintly through the static of the phone, Eddie could hear your sister’s bubbly voice confirming her presence as he made his way back to bothering you. He heard her light chipper as she was recounting some tale of the kids. Eddie rolled his eyes at her chirping about their shenanigans with Steve. He moved your hair to the side and opted to bury his face in your neck, placing light feathery kisses there.

You tried to shove your needy boyfriend away, but once again to no avail.

Eddie’s ringed hands had finally settled on a destination and gripped on to your hips as you nudged at him. He held you back flush against him. He pressed his body against you, and you could feel a hard bulge already through his jeans as he rolled his hips up into you.

“Just a second,” you said into the phone. You turned to Eddie and gave him the look. ‘Quit it’ you mouthed to your mischievous boyfriend.

Eddie simply winked and cracked a devilish smile before whispering low in your ear, “Just relax,” sending shivers down your spine.

You could hear his smirk before he trailed kisses along your shoulders. His long curly hair tickled your sensitive skin.

“She’ll never know,” he whispered again.

“What’s that?” your sister said from the other end of the phone.

“Nothing,” you told you. You could hear your eyes rolling in your voice. “Just, Eddie being Eddie.”

“Oh!” your sister said, “Well, tell him Steve and I say hi!”

“Sure thing. So, what about Dustin again?”

Your sister resumed her chirping about her adoptive “son” via Steve.

“Sometimes I wonder what his mother thinks. He’s always over!” she said. “When Steve says he wants six little nuggets, I tell him we already have Dustin and Erica and them. I mean sometimes Mike really gets on my nerves,” (garnering a chuckle from Eddie) “Really! It’s like Steve and I are already parents! Eddie may as well drop them off here after Hellfire!”

Eddie, sweet adoring Eddie, despite all his scary looks, who doted on the younger ones in his Hellfire club. Despite graduating, Eddie still hung around for campaigns. He claimed it was because they still needed their dungeon master but the truth of it was after the events of last spring, he wanted to make sure each one made it home after meetings, especially on nights when they ran over and the moon was high in the night sky.

Sweet, darling Eddie, who, by now, had worked a hand up your shirt and was thanking god and every other deity in the sky and below that you never wore a bra in your house. Rough fingers pinched your nipple. You let out a breath before biting your lip to keep from making any more noises into the phone for your sister to hear.

“Damn, and I thought I was funny!” your sister said.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said. “I’m a little… distracted right now.”

“You good?”

“Yeah! Yeah… it’s just work and trying to organize all the bills for reopening Benny’s. You know what they say! It takes about five years to turn a profit.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now; I’d rather just—.” Cut off by a particularly harsh bite from Eddie. “Just not think about it,” you told your sister.

“Makes sense,” she concurred.

“Oh, don’t you worry pretty girl,” Eddie growled against your skin, too low to be picked up by the phone. “I’ll make sure we both forget all about it.”

Eddie’s other hand made its way down your pants, rubbing small circles on your clit against the fabric of your thin panties. Instinctively, you rolled your hips into his hand, grinding against his hips in the process. Eddie chuckled low as he nipped at your shoulders.

You were wet. Surprisingly so, given that you were initially disgusted by Eddie trying to bother you while you talked to your sister, but soon the disgust gave way to the thrill of not being caught—that and an animalistic desperation Eddie always managed to bring out in you.

Soon, Eddie had wormed his way around you, settling on his knees between you and the wall the phone was hooked to. He fiddled momentarily with the button on your jeans before tugging your pants and panties down together. You looked down at him with wide eyes swimming with both fear and want.

Eddie held a finger to his lips and smirked before diving between your legs and licking a long stripe across your slit. You gasped as your legs buckled and you had to lean against the wall to hold yourself up. With the phone pressed between your shoulder and ear, your now free hand instinctively shot down into Eddie’s thick mane of curls. His soft chuckles and hums vibrated throughout you.

“Are you okay?” your sister asked, bringing you back to earth.

“Yea I’m fine. I just thought I saw a bug or something, maybe. It’s outside the window though.”

Eddie continued his work. His large, ringed hands kept your legs spread enough for him to fit between but steady enough to keep you from toppling over. His tongue made slow, sinful, and sloppy movements over you. Eddie always ate you like you were his last meal, sloppily but savoring. The pleasure he got from giving you pleasure leaving you breathless.

The tip of a rough finger teased your wet entrance. As if on habit, you rocked into Eddie’s face. He hummed and moaned into your core.

“Oh hell no!” your sister shouted into the phone. Her shrill shriek halting your movements and bringing you back to a reality less focused on your boyfriend’s mouth.

Bugs were your sister’s greatest fear–ranking above the demogorgons even. You thought that the mention of a creepy crawly would keep your sister from discovering the truth of the reason behind your gasps.

“That's good he’s outside. I hate bugs so much,” your sister said.

“Yup,” you managed to squeak in agreement.

Eddie had worked a single finger into you. The cold metal of his rings was always a shocking, but deliriously delicious, contrast to your heated core. You were always so hot that it never took long for the metal of his rings to heat up and provide a different sensation. His lips had wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly before swirling his tongue against it. He alternated pressure with his tongue, switching between giving you flat long licks and little pointed flicks.

“So are you and Eddie still coming for dinner?” your sister asked, filling up the small silence that had come between you.

“I don’t… uh… I don’t think so,” you said, tightening your grip on Eddie’s hair in an attempt to keep both him and yourself still. “It’s been a really stressful day, and I don’t–” A thrust from Eddie silencing you. “I don’t think I’m up to it.”

“Oh,” your sister said, her voice falling in disappointment.

“I’m actually gonna have to let you go. I don’t feel so good. Think I might be getting a fever.”

“Oh no! Yeah, you have been acting a little weird this afternoon. Well, if you need anything, let me know. I can drop it off or have Steve do it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.” You were rushing to get off the phone. “Okay. Love you. Bye.”

“Bye. I love—.”

You had already hung up.

Eddie worked a second long finger into you, curling them in a way that had you buckling into him. Now that you were off the phone, Eddie had no problem with picking up his speed, fucking you with his fingers. The obscene noises your body was making filled the room.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Eddie cooed, almost mockingly. “Let go. Cum on me.”

You obeyed, grinding yourself down on his mouth and hand and letting your orgasm wash over you and spill onto Eddie’s eager tongue.

After a moment to collect yourself, you turned your attention fully to Eddie. You yanked his head away from you, causing an unholy moan to leave the man’s glistening lips. Your own lips curled into a domineering smile and you looked down on him.

“What do you think you’re trying to play at here?” You tugged on his curls drawing another moan from the man on the floor. “Distracting me while I’m on the phone with my sister?” Another pull. Another moan. “Bad boy, Eddie. Very bad.”

Eddie shivered in delight as a devious grin spread across his angelic face.

On the opposite end, your sister hung up her phone.

“—you too,” she said slowly with her hand still on the receiver upon you hanging up abruptly on her.

“So what time are they coming?” Steve asked, turning to face her from his place on their couch.

“They’re not,” she said, mildly disgruntled. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at the amount of food she’d defrosted and prepped to cook.

“Twenty bucks says they’re fucking.”

“No deal! I’m not losing that much! Knowing my sister and Munson, they probably already were.” She sighed and rubbed her temples. “Just call Dustin and them while I start on this. Tell them we got extra food. Those boys eat us out of a house and home, but I’m not about to have fucking chili for a whole week.”

“Or, I mean,” Steve smirked and looked up at her through his lashes. “We could…”

“Steve!”

“Got it, okay. I’ll call Dustin!”

#Eddie Munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #self indulgence babey #or is it?#it is

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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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๑ keep safe : coffee beans (6)

one piece x male reader

we all look for heaven,

and we put love first.

something that we'd die for,

it's a curse

『 prev 』

“ah, nami-san, vivi-chan, we found you!”

sanji turned into a completely different man, flapping his hands at his sides as he caught the sight of the two women.

but to [name]’s surprise, they were greeteed by glares from usopp and carue. they were even shaking in anger, it seemed.

“i wonder why they're looking at us like that…” [name] said to himself.

sanji’s cheery tone turned into one of anger when he caught sight of the two giants sitting behind the group.

“wow! you guys are humongous!” [name] cried out, rushing forward and pointing at the giants in awe. sanji, who also ran up with him, was seething with anger and annoyance.

[name] was jumping around, luffy joining, and the duo began cheering about how cool it was that there were real giants right in front of them. nami shook her head, “idiots, the both of them,”

[name] looked at her with a carefree smile on his face, but his expression soon dropped as he realized that she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“oi, nami,” he spoke up and she looked at him with an unimpressed look on her face. her hands were resting at her hips as she waited for what he had to say. “hold on!” he threw off the sword from his back and took off his second layer, a simple button up.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” nami shouted, greatly confused by his mannerisms. but then her look of anger was washed away when he threw the shirt at her.

“you’re gonna catch a cold!” he reminded her, motioning for her to put it on to cover up.

she did as he suggested, only really caring for her health and not thinking twice about it. and neither did [name], who went back to jumping back and forth with luffy, chanting their song on the giants.

“what in the hell?! are you mr. 3?” sanji shouted in an accusatory voice to the giant.

“how do you know about mr. 3?” nami asked, making sanji turn his head towards her.

“oh, me and [name]-” then he noticed the shirt that she was wearing and how [name] was currently missing his second layer, “oi!!! shit for brains, what’s the meaning of this?! you tryna make a pass at nami while i’m not looking?! think i wouldn’t catch you being a sneak!?”

nami’s eyebrow quirked up in annoyance, saving [name] from explaining himself as she shouted at sanji to answer her original question. sanji’s facial expression morphed back to one of normalness as he took a seat on a log, “me and [name] just finished talking with mr. 0 via den-den mushi,”

vivi seemed to shake in fear at the idea of the two talking to her boss while luffy paused his celebrations to actually hear what sanji had to say.

“yep! a weird wax box was in the middle of the forest and there was a transponder snail in there,” [name] explained, pointing at sanji. “sanji did all the talking!”

sanji tried to slap the hand that was rudely pointing at his face, but [name] reacted faster and put it down before sanji was even close, making him grin in victory. the blonde’s eye twitched very slightly, before he continued on telling the story.

“he seemed to think i was mr. 3, so i told him that i eliminated everyone,”

“so that means he thinks we’re actually dead?” vivi confirmed.

“so we’re finally free of people chasing us, but we can’t go anywhere!” usopp cried out, [name] looking at him as if he were stupid.

“can’t go anywhere? do we still have bus-”

“me and sanji picked up an eternal pose in that wax house, vivi, we can go straight to alabasta!” [name] cut him off, making the blonde turn to him in fury.

sanji began yelling profanities at [name], claiming he wanted to take all the spotlight of vivi’s gratefulness for himself and was calling [name] a selfish bastard. his anger only seemed to be fueled even more when he saw vivi go over to [name] and give him a tight hug.

“oi, you bastard, i’ll kill you!”

“thank you so much, sanji-kun, [name]-san!” vivi said, still having her head resting on [name]’s shoulder, “i was so worried for a second,”

“our pleasure!” [name] said, returning the gesture and holding the princess by her waist.

“you mean, my pleasure, you selfish bastard, since i'm the one who did all the work!” sanji interjected, but then his eyes turned into hearts as vivi came over to him to also give him a hug. “oh, vivi-chan, i’m glad i could make you so happy,”

“alright, everyone, let’s have a rice cracker party,” luffy cheered, but [name] shook his head.

“luffy! a whole country is waiting for their princess, we gotta go now!” [name] said sternly, making luffy pout.

“you’re no fun!” the captain whined, grabbing ahold of another rice cracker and eating it whole.

“finally, someone else with a sense of urgency on this crew,” nami said in relief. “you and sanji really saved us, [name], thanks!”

[name] waved off her thanks, glad to be on somewhat good terms with the rest of the crew. he wished he was there for the supposed fight, to really prove himself loyal to the crew and that he had good intentions, but it seemed breaking into a wax house was more than reliable.

“oi, idiot,” [name]’s head whipped around in a moment’s notice at the name calling, “i can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see i won the competition,” zoro’s look of pride seemed to make [name]’s own competitive spirit bubble up.

“ha?! you wish, marimo,” [name] said, pulling the bottom of his eyelid down in mockery.

“what’s the stakes for whoever won?” sanji asked.

as they were walking through the forest, [name] suddenly put his fist against his open palm, “ah, wait, now that i think about it - when me and sanji went back to the ship, we ate some of the food we caught. oh! dinosaur meat is soooo tasty, by the way! but in order to preserve whatever we had, i cut them up into small pieces and stowed them away on the ship…so i don’t think we can decide who the winner is anymore guys!”

[name] began laughing at the predicament, but sanji and zoro didn’t look amused in the slightest.

“just what were you thinking, shit for brains?!”

“you bastard! you’ve ruined everything!”

“hey! don’t blame me for your stupid pissing contest!”

“you were apart of it too, you just wanted to win!” sanji accused.

“no, i just wanted to eat!” [name] defended, turning his head away from their snarling faces and walking with his arms crossed over his chest, “you guys are totally unreasonable!”

“shut the hell up, you ruined it!” zoro tried cutting [name] in half, but the latter dodged the slash with ease, as well as the flurry of kicks sanji sent towards his head.

the whole walk back, [name] was evading attacks from the swordsman and chef, who were still very bitter about the whole thing by the time they boarded the ship.

when the ship was finally put into motion, [name] jumped on the deck as he saw the two giants up ahead.

“look, what’s their names again? borry and duggy?!” he said in excitement.

“it’s dorry and brogy! put respect on their name they’re the best warriers to ever sail the sea!” usopp shamed [name] while also praising the two giants.

“since you worked so hard to protect our pride!” one of them shouted.

“we will do our best to open up the path for you going forward!” the other finished.

“go straight ahead!” the two shouted together, making the crew turn quick to confusion.

[name] squinted his eyes, jaw dropping while stars formed in his eyes.

“no way! you guys are serious?!” he asked out loud, making the two giants laugh their heads off.

“huh? what are you talking about? what’s so funny?! what are they serious about?!” nami asked, seemingly scared at the sudden change of pace of things. “oi! [name], explain yourself!”

“haha! no!” [name] said, evading the attack from the navigator.

just as the going merry was in the open sea, something erupted from the ocean.

a good portion of the crew was looking up at it in fear or just shock. luffy had a grin on his face as he saw the, “giant goldish!”

“i wanna eat it!” [name] cried, earning himself a kick to the head from sanji.

“quick, turn the rudder usopp, we can’t be eaten by this thing,” nami shouted, looking uneasy as their sniper wasn’t doing anything in response to her command. “usopp!”

“no, we can’t. we have to full straight ahead! isn’t that right, luffy?”

“yeah, of course!” luffy confirmed.

nami felt like she was going insane. then she ran up to [name] and began shaking him back and forth, “go on! kill it! kill it before it eats us!” she commanded, looking to zoro and sanji for help as well. “aren't you worth 200,000,000 beri!? this'll be a piece of cake!! [name], go already!!”

“but, they got it!” [name] frowned motioning over to the two giants.

“yeah, nami, calm down! here, i’ll let you have the last rice cracker!”

“i don’t want it!” nami said, but she caught the snack regardless. she took refuge behind [name], peaking over his shoulder as she was scared to look if they were really going to let hemselves be eaten by a goldfish.

“look! we’re inside!” [name] said, shouting a couple of times in amusement and enjoying the sound of the echo that it produced inside the fish’s throat.

“it’s too late,” nami was about to fall to the ground in disbelief, but [name] quickly held onto her to prevent her from crashing down.

“oi, nami…” [name] mumbled to himself, lifting the hem of her (his) shirt with the tip of his fingers and feeling the temperature of her skin. she looked at him in confusion, but before he could even continue what he was saying, they were being launched into the air.

out of nowhere, there was a sudden gust of power that made the fish spit them out.

they were soon outside of the fish’s mouth and blasting out onto sea. [name] made sure to keep a tight hold on nami. he didn’t think much of her lax stance, thinking it was just the sudden rush the boat got that had her standing all wobbly.

he leaned them against the mast, watching as nami slowly slid down and began to sit. he followed her motions, now kneeling in front of her. in confusion, he tilted his head, “oi, nami, are you okay?”

“i’m…fine,” the ragged breath she took in between was enough of a ways to tell that she was lying. “i’m just exhausted after everything that’s happened,” at this point, vivi walked over and crouched down as well, “vivi, would you mind watching this for me for a moment…i might go lay down to rest up,”

[name] frowned, sensing that there was something wrong with nami.

“there’s no need for either of you - not including you, shit for brains - to push yourselves so hard! you can rely on me!” sanji said, appearing with a tray full of goodies. noticing that they were all sweets, [name] looked the other way in disinterest of the snacks.

usopp, luffy, and carue were eager to have some though as they ran towards the kitchen.

“you don’t want any, [name]?” vivi asked as she grabbed her own piece.

“nope, but do we have coffee beans on deck, sanji?” [name] asked, looking at the chef with sparkles in his eyes.

“only a little bit, nami-san drinks some, but we might be running low.”

“oh! i’ll take those then!”

the three watched as [name] also took off to the kitchen, all of them sweatdropping.

“is he going to eat coffee beans?” vivi asked in concern, but sanji simply shook his head.

“as i said before, vivi-chan, don’t concern yourself with the problems of idiots,” he said sweetly, pushing the tray forward to urge her to grab more sweets.

when [name] walked into the kitchen, he saw the trio were absolutely devouring their own plate of goodies. luffy had his cheeks full like a rabbit and carue and usopp were trying to get their fix.

“ah, [name]! good thing you joined us, here try some!” before [name] could correct usopp, the sniper came barreling towards him and shoved the sweet into his mouth.

luffy’s face changed from a smile to an angered expression almost immediately. whilst [name] had the sweet shoved in his mouth, he tried really hard not to notice it.

the sweet pastry’s frosting was melting on his tongue already, seeping onto his tastebuds. he shoved usopp back, spitting out the pastry before it could do more damage and his whole body was shaking as he tried not to vomit onto the wooden planks of the flooring.

‘don’t think about it, it’s not there, don’t think about!’ [name] mentally urged himself, clamping a hand over his mouth to stop the bile from escaping. ‘no, no, no!’

he clamored around the kitchen, desperately looking for where the coffee beans were. meanwhile luffy was shaking usopp’s collar back and forth, shouting at him.

“why’d you do that?! usopp!” luffy shouted in fury. poor usopp was too confused to even think straight, simply sputtering out random noises to justify his actions.

finally, after fighting back the urge to vomit for longer than he was confident in, [name] was able to find a brown bag that was for the coffee beans. he shoved his other hand inside, as the other was still cautiously holding his mouth shut, and immediately shoved a handful down his throat.

“[name]! are you okay?!” luffy asked, clamoring over almost immediately.

the man chewed slowly, really trying to take in the taste of the coffee beans and very slowly swallowed them. after that, he took another handful into his mouth, and repeated the same process. after he was finished chewing and eating them, he turned to luffy with an exhausted look on his face.

“i’m fine,” he said simply, throwing a thumbs up as a precaution.

“h-hey, what was that? [name], are you sure you’re fine?” usopp asked, walking up to [name] in fear, “what happened? what was that?”

“i just…” [name] swallowed harshly, sticking his tongue out of his mouth in disgust as he remembered the pastry that was in his mouth, “i hate sweets.”

usopp blinked a couple of times, scratching the back of his head, “i’m really sorry, then, i didn’t know!!!”

[name] tried to smile, but it was completely lobsided, “no, it’s alright! you couldn’t have known, don’t worry!” but with the way [name]’s breathing was still ragged and he hadn’t completely caught his breath, yet, usopp was still majorly concerned.

“and luffy!!! you can’t just go around yelling at usopp for something he didn’t mean to do,” [name] scolded, tossing one single coffee bean into his mouth and savoring the taste before continuing on again. “he didn’t know,”

“ah, you’re right,” luffy said in a matter-a-fact tone, a blank look on his face, “oops!”

“don’t just say oops - i was scared for my life just now!” usopp berated, not looking impressed at his captain’s lack of discipline.

“oi! someone explain why my kitchen is a complete shit show?!” sanji shouted, the sight of a spat out pastry fueling his anger, “who the fuck did this?!”

“me!” [name] said, raising his hand.

“hah?! first you wanna raid nami-san’s coffee beans and then you spit out the food i made for everyone! i’ll throw you overboard right now!” sanji said, stomping forward in an obvious fury before usopp stepped in between the two.

“n-no it was my fault!”

“that bastard right there just took responsibility, usopp, move aside. i’ll teach him a lesson!”

“that’s not neccessary-”

“thanks for sticking up for me, usopp, but,” [name] gently moved usopp aside to meet sanji, eye-to-eye, “it’s my fault. i don’t like sweets so i spat it out when he fed it to me, i’ll clean it up now.”

“so you don’t like something so you just spit it out?! how ungrateful and disrespectful are you?! i made that food for others to eat, if you don’t like it, don’t just spit it out on the ground! have some manners, shit for brains!” sanji berated and [name] didn’t bother fighting him more on his opinion.

it seemed sanji was a real heckler about wasting food, [name] noted, looking at the spat out pastry on the floor.

“i’ll clean it now,” that was [name]’s only response as he moved past sanji and grabbed paper towels and a spray bottle.

“i want that area sparkling clean!” sanji commanded, and his loud shouts, snapped usopp out of his state of shock.

“hey, sanji, go easy on him — it was a really bad reaction, give him a break,” the sniper tried reasoning, but sanji wasn’t hearing any of it.

and as [name] was just about done cleaning the area, there was a shrill scream that made everyone in the kitchen perk up.

“everyone please come - something bad has happened!”

“nami-san has a terrible fever!” vivi broke the news to the group as they came shuffling out of the kitchen, sanji rushing forward the moment nami’s name left vivi’s lips.

[name] was chewing on a coffee bean as he moved luffy and usopp aside to get a good look at nami. her face was paling completely, making her rosy cheeks stand out more. he leaned forward in concern before taking her into his arms, bridal style, and looking at luffy, “do you have a medical bay?”

“hey, hey! get your dirty hands off of her!” sanji shouted, displeasure ringing in the air.

“well, we have nami’s work station, there’s a bed there,” usopp answered for their captain, who was still confused on the situation. “i-i’ll lead the way,”

[name] nodded, following after his crewmate and holding nami with a gentle grip, as if she were a fragile piece of glass.

as he laid her down on the bed, it seemed him and vivi were the only ones with half a brain of what to do. as vivi was running to get a bowl of water and cloth, [name] made sure nami was resting in a comfortable position. he put the thermometer gently into her mouth, fingers working delicately gentle to aid her.

“it’s probably the climate,” vivi reasoned when she came back with a wet towel. her eyebrows were furrowed together in extreme worry, “there are countless stories of tough pirates that are taken down by their own carelessness.

sanji was ugly crying behind the working duo, letting out a weaping and pathetic, “nami-san!”

“don’t you guys have a doctor?” [name] asked, looking at his captain, who merely lifted his hand and pointed at nami in response. [name] looked completely unimpressed, “well! obviously she can’t treat herself!”

luffy confused with all the yelling and hassle only shrugged his shoulders, “what’s the big deal? give her some food and she will get better! isn’t right, sanji?”

[name]’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, wondering how the crew actually was still standing on their feet.

“i can make basic food meant for sick people, but-” then sanji went onto a whole rant about the preparation of their food, his favoritism for the woman showing through in his cooking as well, and how he didn’t know how to cater to the needs of sick people’s stomachs.

“well, food isn’t the only thing that’s gonna make her get better,” [name] said with a sigh. “we need a proper doctor who can treat nami, this is serious guys,”

“how serious?” luffy asked curiously.

[name] took the themometer out from nami’s mouth, eyes widening slightly, along with vivi’s as they saw the sky high number.

“104! (40C)!” he exclaimed, but the crew didn’t seem to completely understand the urgency.

“there’ll be doctors when we get to alabasta, right?!” usopp tried calming everyone’s nerves. “how much longer will it be, vivi?”

“i don’t know, but to wait one week is out of the question,” vivi replied helplessly.

“hey, is being sick really that bad?” luffy asked, to which sanji and usopp shook their heads, echoing that they’ve never been sick before.

“i can’t help her much, especially with the supplies you guys have. and if she doesn’t get treated soon, it may end up ending really bad,”

“what? like she’s gonna die?”

“yes, this could be a life-threatening instance,” vivi confirmed, which then made the ones inside the room go into a panic.

they were screaming their heads off and running around the room and [name] got the sense in himself to punch all of them to shut their mouths.

“we gotta find a doctor to treat nami!” luffy shouted, making [name]’s lips turn into a grimace.

“no,” nami weakly called out, making the entire room turn silent, “no,”

she tried sitting up, but [name] pushed her down instantly. it seemed sudden, his movement, but he made sure to act with extra caution when guiding her back to lay down.

“nami-san?” vivi asked gently, looking at her friend in concern.

“in my desk drawer, there’s a newspaper,” nami said finally.

when vivi went to check, [name] looked at nami, “what does it feel like?”

“i said, i’m fine,” nami said, but [name] rolled his eyes at her response. she seemed to cower under his gaze ever so slightly, but [name] didn’t let up in staring right into her tired eyes.

“what does the newspaper say, vivi?” luffy asked in a light tone.

“is it about alabasta, vivi-chan?”

“300,000 royal soldiers deflected to the resistance,” she said shakily, the grip she had on the newspaper only tightening, “it was originally a cold war, with 600,000 royal soldiers and 400,000 resistance soldiers — but now that’s suddenly changed!”

“the uprising in alabasta is getting serious now. that newspapers three days old and i’m sorry i kept it from you, but i knew we couldn’t change speed, so i didn’t want to worry you,” nami explained and [name] quietly worked in re-wetting the towel that was on her forehead. he wrung it out and gently put it back into its place.

“but do you understand, luffy?” nami asked, trying to see if the captain understood the urgency of the situation.

“i’m fine…that thermometer must be broken,” she breathed out, forcing a smile on her face to ease their minds. “it’s probably just sunstroke. for now, let’s head straight for alabasta as we planned. don’t worry, i’ll get better on my own.”

she pushed [name]’s tending hands aside, sitting upright and making sure to squeeze his arm for support when getting up, “thanks for worrying about me,” she spoke to the entire crew, walking up the stairs and leaving the little room.

“oi, we are finding a doctor, now,” [name] said.

“alabasta…is in shambles! we need to go there quickly,” vivi said, more so to herself as she crumbled into her own figure. “if we don’t millions of people will die, for no reason!”

there was a stalemate in the room as [name] hummed in thought. then he kneeled down in front of vivi, gently holding her shoulder.

”i can’t imagine your burden, princess,” he said softly, trying to ease her mind, “but — if nami doesn’t get treated, she’ll die.”

“the whole kingdom, crocodile-”

it was obvious vivi was scared out of her minds, she was at her wit’s end.

“i’ll kill him when we find him,” [name] said grimly, he took her hands in his to calm their shaking, encapsulating her hands in his own, “i can’t understand what you’re feeling, and i know it’s asking for a lot, but please,”

vivi shook her head, unable to wrap her hand around the idea of abandoning her people.

”crocodile? the moment i see him with my own eyes, i’ll kill him. i promise you, vivi, but nami needs a doctor and she needs it now,”

suddenly, there was a shout from on deck and it came from zoro, telling everyone to get out and help steer the ship’s course. everyone scrambled at the calling, but [name] and vivi stayed inside.

“[name]…” for a moment, [name] thought that vivi was going to slap him for being so pushy and he wouldn’t have blamed her. but it seemed he read the situation wrong as she simply collapsed into his arms, “i really need to go home, but nami needs to get better,”

he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her back to give her a hug, allowing her to rest on his shoulder, “i don’t know what to do!”

“well, we’re obviously gonna save alabasta!” [name] cheerfully replied, making her head rise from his shoulder and stare up at him with teary eyes, “but first we have to save our navigator,”

she smiled at his carefree attitude, wondering where he gets his strong mindset from. she wiped her eyes, laughing as he jokes about how sanji would beat him up if they walked out of the room together with vivi’s eyes teary.

“you’re a good princess, vivi.” [name] spoke, comfortingly moving his thumb up and down her shoulder, “but you’re an even better woman,”

she seemed genuinely touched at his comment and he was happy to see her smile return.

“i’m sorry, i don’t usually cry easily, especially with strangers,” she said, but then suddenly looked up and waved her hands around, “not to say we’re strangers, you’ve helped me plenty already and i sound so ungrateful for all you’ve done for us. i really think we are good friends - i don’t know why i-”

“haha! princess, you’re so funny! don’t worry,” [name] said, standing up in front of her. his previous position of kneeling down in front of her figure made them see eye-to-eye, but with him standing up she had to crane her neck to see him properly. “i’ll prove myself to be a great friend to you and everyone on board!”

for some reason, [name]’s smile seemed to be even more blinding now that they’d had a serious talk. vivi didn’t take it for granted, feeling relieved that someone so reliable was on her side and understanding of her.

“let’s go tell everyone and make sure we get nami to properly rest,” the two walked out of the room together and everyone was anticipating what vivi would say.

when she broke the news to the crew that she wished to find an island with a doctor everyone interuppted into loud cheers. [name] smiled at the looks of relief and happiness on the crews’ faces before pacing over to nami.

“let’s get you to lay down, alright?” he said softly, taking her frail body against his. “and good job in predicting that cyclone,” he whispered, making her look at him in confusion.

“what-?”

“what?! the hell?! is that!!!” luffy shouted out of nowhere, making [name] chuckle at his reaction.

“that cyclone,” [name] mused, watching as nami could only shake her head in disbelief.

“if you knew it was coming, you didn’t say anything…wait, how’d you know it was coming?” she asked, weakly walking alongside [name] back to the bed.

“i can tell!” [name] said proudly, “you felt it, right? i can feel it too, to an extent,”

she laid back down and [name] got to work in apply a cold towel to her forehead.

“you’re really weird, [name],” she said, eyes closing shut as she felt the relief of a cold towel pressed to her hot head. “really, really weird.”

[name] smiled at her and that was the last thing she saw before she was whisked away to sleep. it wasn’t a bad sight, were her last thoughts.

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Papa's lookalikes (Pierre Gasly)

The Gasly genetics are much too strong

Note: english is not my first language, here is some dad!Pierre content that was requested by three people! Which is amazing, and only when I noticed the pattern of request did I realise that dad!Pierre content on this account is so low and I apologise for not bringing this sooner!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not actively taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

Tw: childbirth via c-section (epidural mentions a needle), postpartum, breastfeeding

You and Pierre walked in the waiting room area and checked your name in, the lady in the reception saying that they would call you in once the room was ready, "It's amazing how this is the fourth time we're doing this and I'm still excited as if this was the first", youe husband said as he rubbed his hand over your clothed bump, feeling the baby kick when he rested his hand near your thigh, "Oh, you're very active today, hopefully you'll finally let the doctor tell us if someone is going to be outnumbered in the house", he teased, knowing fully well the ground you stood on, "it's a girl, I can feel it", you smiled confidently. Smirking, your husband looked at you in the eye, "by their stubbornness in remaining seated, I too am starting to think that they do take after you and Élodie, all girls' traits", earning a flick of his ear as the doctor called for you, Pierre helping you up with his hand as you walked in, "Pierre, Y/N, it's so nice seeing you again, and so well too!", she commented, stretching her arm so you could lay on the examination bed, "so, from the information I have you're doing all good, only this little one is in pelvic position", she said as she looked over the notes from the appointment, "Yes, very stubborn", you said while you lifted you top to rest under your boobs, Pierre's hand latching to yours while the doctor squeezed the gel on your skin. Moving the device around, you heard the baby's heartbeat, that never failed to bring big smiles to both your faces before she exclaimed, "A-ha! Seems today is a good day, congratulations, you're going to be parents of another little girl!", she announced as you fistbumped the air, "again, I'm always right, amour", you said as Pierre shook his head as he leant down to kiss your forehead, mesmerised by the sight on the screen.

Stopping by the balloon shop to grab a few pink coloured ones, the lady at the front helping you out them in a closed box and congratulating you on your expanding family before you headed to the kids' school to pick them up. Walking to the gate with Pierre, one of the other mother's who was also waiting did a double take when she saw you and Pierre holding hands before doing another take at your bump, "Hi Lucie", you waved, feeling a bit uneasy at her speechless stare, "Hi Y/N, Pierre. Sorry, I just didn't know you were pregnant again, congratulations!", she said as you smiled when you heard your kids yell for you, "Guys, no need to yell, I can hear all of your perfectly fine!", you stated as you caressed the top of their heads as their hands travelled to your bump, caressing and kissing them like they had seen their father do so many times before. Bidding goodbye to the other parents, Louis pointed out something interesting, "Papa, that was the lady I told you about the other day, you know? She is Théo's mama and she asked him if he knew if you and mama were together", the stated simply, the nearly seven year old not understanding the meaning behind his words, "Oh really?", you questioned as you got to the car, opening the door and making sure they were all buckled in safely, "yes mama, it was in the week you were really sick and you didn't come to drop and get us from school", he referred to the time period a few weeks ago that your sickness wouldn't allow you to go anywhere in a car, appreciating the food things about remote work while you recovered and how your husband took all the school runs like a charm. "No need to wonder about her shock when she saw my bump then", you said to Pierre once you two got in your seats, his hand on your thigh while he reversed out of the parking spot, "they all want my man but guess who's having his fourth child? Fourth child, ladies", you said as you made your way home, "you cannot be jealous, mon coeur, seriously?", your husband chuckled, "I know our relationship, but I don't really like other people snooping around, especially these mothers who don't see me for a week and assume our marriage is out for good", you mumbled.

When you got home, the box caught your childrens' eyes, "What's that, papa?", they asked once they saw his remove it from the boot, "you have to go inside, leave your shoes by the door and get your things to your rooms and then come to the living room so that we can show you, okay? And no running on the stairs, please", you stated, the little heads nodding as they made their way in.

The box was in the middle of the living room when the kids came down, you sat on the sofa with a few pillows around you in an attempt to soften the aches pregnancy has been giving you, "Mama, papa, c'mon! Tell us!", your oldest, Alexandre, now at 10 years old pleaded, "so, me and mama went to her doctors appointment today and we found out if you're having a baby sister or a baby brother", Pierre began, Élodie squealing as the boys gasped, "and inside this box we have some balloons to announce to you guys!", he finished, Louis' hands already on the lid to open it, "Can I?", he asked as Pierre got up, "You close your eyes and when I tell you to you open them, okay?", they nodded to their father's suggestion as their hands covered their eyes. Your husband opened the box as the pink balloons with It's a girl written in then popped out, "you can open now!" and the looks on each of their faces was every bit amazing as you had hoped, their eyes shining brightly as the colour before turning to you, "You guys are going to have a baby sister!", you said as they rushed to you, hugging you and the bump, "Careful with mama, guys!", Pierre warned and your oldest rolled his eyes playfully, having heard this many times before, "I wanted a baby brother but I guess Élodie now also has someone to share her room with", your youngest boy pitched in, earning giggles from everyone, "mama is having a baby, mama is having a baby", Élodie sang as she smiled at her father.

"Thank you again for coming, we seriously wouldn't know how to do it without your help", you said to Pierre's parents who had travelled to spend a few days with you, knowing that now that you were full term the baby could come any day, "Chérie, no need to thank us! Now go and rest because you need it, have a relaxing night", she said as she closed the guest's bedroom door. All three kids were in bed when you and Pierre walked inside your bedroom, sitting down for a bit to ease the pain that had been building on your lower back, "Do you want a massage, mon coeur?", he asked as you started to change into your pyjamas, "I don't think so, but I could do with some cuddles though", you tempted as your husband was quick to respond, taking off his top and getting into bed, his arms opened as you got yourself comfortable as close to him as your bump allowed, "these days have been so crazy, and I know it will only get crazier when this little princess joins us but I can't wait to do it with you all over again, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me along with our children and I want to be there for the five of you, always", he said as he kissed your lips almost as a seal of his promise, "I know, my love. I never expected to feel like this, but at the end of the day you are what matters to me the most", you smiled as you kissed his chest snuggling further into him. You were about to say something when you felt something like a prickle on your belly, the sensation not even lasting a full second before you got up to go to the bathroom, getting there and feeling a amniotic fluid going down your legs, "Is that your waters?", Pierre asked from the bedroom, already grabbing his phone as he headed to you, knowing the next steps to take, "can you message Dr Dupont while I change, please?", you asked as you grabbed a towell to clean yourself. Minutes later, you got a call from Dr Dupont, "Hi Y/N, you can come to the hospital, I'm on call tonight! How are you feeling?", she asked, "Hi, oh how wonderful, just the right timing I suppose! I'm good, same as the last few days", you said before she reminded you of the last minute things you should pack if you hadn't already, packing them in while Pierre went to the room his parents were staying in to let them know.

"Y/N, chérie, can I come in?", you heard Pascale from your bedroom door, "Yes, sure, sorry to wake you at this time of the night again but this one has her own plans I guess", you giggled as she gave you a hug, "Baby number four is coming, oh I'm so excited. Don't worry, myself and Jean have everything under control here, you just go and do your thing while we hold those little monsters here", she smiled as you noticed Pierre grabbing the bags, "Are we ready to go, amour?", earning a nod from you, his mother kissing bot of your cheeks before you made your way to the hospital.

When they say the more you have kids, the more relaxed you feel about the whole thing is true, you and Pierre made your way over to the hospital singing the songs that were playing on the radio, pointing out new building you hadn't noticed and even a new coffee shop. Reaching the entrance desk, you waited for the nurse to give you a form to fill before you were taken to a room so your doctor could check on the baby, by now the pain very bearable, almost like a lower back ache, "Let's see if this little girl has turned upside down", she said as she moved the device around, the image on the screen clearly showing her head was beside your boobs, "Well, you know what that means", she smiled softly. It had been a reoccurring conversation when the probability that your daughter would turn started getting smaller and smaller and the weeks went on, so you and Pierre were prepared for the c-section given that it was the safest way to bring her into the world.

After doing the rest of the check up, the medical team took you to the OR and prepped you while Pierre go to put on a pair of blue scrubs the nurses gave him, coming into the room when you were getting the epidural, the nurse asking him if he wanted to help you sit on the bed, "I've never needed to look at the needle and it's not going to change now", you said as you felt the swab cleaning your skin hit the mattress and the nurse let out a little giggle before you felt a pinch, the nurse reminding you to stay as still as possible before hearing an "all done!".

Laying down, Pierre held your hand, minding wires and catheters attached and dripping on them as the doctors poked around to check your sensitivity and moving with the procedure, "bit different from the last few times, eh Y/N?", your doctor asked while she did her job, "Definitely, this has been the calmest one despite you cutting me open", earning a laugh from everyone as Pierre kept kissing your hand and head, whispering sweet nothings.

When you finally saw your baby girl over the blue sterile sheets, tears pooled on your eyes as she let out her first cry and, since you were covered by sheets and the monitor sensors checking your vitals, you had told Pierre that he would be the one doing skin to skin with baby Celeste, "take your top off", you whispered, Pierre not even making the mildly sexual comment he would make another time as he took his scrub top off, his hands holding his daughter's body carefully before he snuggled her on his chest, the little noises she was making stopping once she felt her papa's warm skin and heartbeat on her own pink skin. While the medical team closed you up, he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, thumb drawing soft circles over your shoulder as his heartbeat thumped in your ear while you looked at your baby girl getting checked up for her height, weight and general health, "Thank you, once again you were incredible through all of it", he mumbled against your lips, "Oh, this little one looks like she has her father's eyes too", the nurse that happened to be in your two last births and was there for your fourth too commented as she wrapped your daughter in the blanket, "Oh, I've been a familiar cast member on this show called "Mother or impostor", I'm on my tenth season", you joked, referring to the fact that every child you had seemed to have their father's eyes.

Recovery was going well despite the surgery and overall the kids had been pretty good too, always carefully when they got near you, no matter how much they wanted to hug and climb on your lap, but always doting on their little sister, especially Élodie, who felt like she had a live doll to play with, always helping you when it was time to choose her outfit for the day (even if it was a simple babygrow) and peppering the smallest kisses in her sister's hands, while the boys, although sometimes cheeky, always wanted to help around and make sure mama and Celeste were doing good. "Let's see if mama is awake", you heard your husband's voice from the corridor and into the bedroom, "She is, look! Celeste is hungry and I wanted to check with you if you wanted to feed her or if I should grab a bottle", he said as he placed her on your outstretched arms, one hand unclipping the nursing bra while you admired your daughter, at nearly twelve weeks old already looking so different everyday. While she suckled on your nipple, Pierre sat next to you as he too enjoyed the cuddle, "the boys asked if we could go to karting today", he began, "and while I can take them on my own just fine, it could be a nice family day out", he suggested, "I called and they said that there are not many people going on weekdays and we might be lucky that we have it all for ourselves", he said, "I've told you I feel good already!", you smiled, sensing that the only thing keeping him from doing it was his concern for your wellbeing. Yes, the c-section took a toll on your body and four children, despite having your parents in law's help at the first weeks, was a big thing to manage, you had been incredibly lucky that Celeste was the calmest baby ever, definitely knowing what she wanted and asking for it right away until her needs were satisfied. You didn't even say it outloud too much in case you'd be jinxing it but at the worse case scenario, she would wake up once (once!) during the night and that was quite rare even, and her siblings had been very good at understanding how she needed a bit more of your attention, making you and Pierre able to spend time with each of them still in order that none of them felt neglected or left behind.

Once every kid was dressed and had been to the toilet, backpacks were packed and ready in the car, you made your way over to the karting track, Élodie staying with you drawing on her book while Pierre helped the boys dress and set up, "are Louis and Alexandre going to race today?", she asked, "yes, ma petite", you said, kissing her forehead before adjusting little Celeste in the sling you had against your chest, the little girl sleeping through the noises around, "she really sleeps a lot, doesn't she mama?", your daughter asked, "She does, right? It's so she can grow up and then play with you when she's older, bug", you smiled as you saw the boys going for their first lap, your husband joining you shortly after. "You know, my uterus is screaming right now? And it's all your fault", you told him, "What do you mean? Are you in any pain?", your husband asked, worried that maybe this was way to early for you to leave the house, "Because it spent, between the two of them, around 18 months to grow them from cells this size", you pinched your pointer finger and thumb together, "to these beautiful and healthy children, with fully functioning organ systems and now they're going all speedy and making undercuts", you said half jokingly, understanding the risks but also enjoying how happy they were that you had allowed them to do that, knowing how safe they were too.

Pierre giggles, his laugh intensifying when Élodie chipped in, "And I'm going to race soon, right papa? When I turn six!", she said and you hit your forehead with your hand, "You're still off for a few years, I guess", you spoke to Celeste, kissing her head as you watched the boys race eachother, your whole family in the same place enjoying themselves, even if Pierre already had some coloured stain on his linen shirt and the boys would probably give you a heart condition before you got to retirement.

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The Little Things (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Don't mind me, I'm just gonna-

*drops a near 6k word count fic on y'all all about Shin Soukoku cause I can while dancing to Super Mario 2 music sped up version*

Kay bye! *leaps out window*

...Nah but seriously. Heyo everyone! Awhile back I wrote this for a friend while we were yelling about these two (You know who you are- hi bestie! :D) I originally sent it to them via google doc, but given how easy the links to those fics are to lose (The amount I've lost...gone but not forgotten *cries*) I've decided to post it here!I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing, violence, guns, self-loathing, angst, wasted food (RIP Pork Buns), mentions of the Port Mafia Boss and Elise

Summary: In between assignments and tasks, Atsushi and Akutagawa find time to enjoy the little moments within their strange relationship.

~Chocolate~

“Is that cake?” Atsushi raised a brow at the small slice of chocolate cake Akutagawa pulled from his plastic bag. It looked homemade- maybe someone in the Port Mafia made it?

The idea of anyone there baking sweets was wild.

“No, it’s a bomb.” Akutagawa deadpanned, peeling at the plastic wrap around the plate. “Watch yourself- it just might blow up.”

Atsushi started. Did Aku just make a joke?

At the silence, Akutagawa offered the first forkful in silent inquiry.

“Oh, no thanks. I hate chocolate.” He smiled, fighting down a laugh at the brief look of shock on Akutagawa’s face. “Never been a fan. You however-I didn’t know you liked sweets.”

“Is that an issue?” His expression went hard.

“Not at all. It’s just…unexpected.” Atsushi held up his hands, smiling sheepishly. “Do you like all kinds of sweets or do you have a favorite?”

Akutagawa narrowed his eyes at him, suspicion rolling off his tensed frame like waves. For a moment. Atsushi wondered if he just blew their lunch date-meetup. Then he sighed, turning back to his cake.

“I like chocolate.” There was the barest hint of a blush on his cheeks. Akutagawa shoved a forkful of cake in his mouth with a slight grimace, refusing to look his way.

As if he couldn’t get any cuter.

…..Huh? Atsushi felt himself flush.

“Hm.” Was all the weretiger responded with, taking a long drag of his teacup, ignoring the raised brow Akutagawa sent him.

~~~

“Hey, Akutagawa! Here!” Atsushi shot his arms out before the other could stop him, pressing a small handkerchief wrapped box into his chest. It was hastily wrapped- as if he was tying it while running to their usual meetup spot. “This is for you!”

“....Huh?” The wide eyed shock on his face was priceless. Atsushi resisted the urge to laugh as he watched Akutagawa handle the box like one handled a baby- careful and slightly terrified. “This is…?”

“Open it!” Atsushi encouraged, resisting the urge to bounce on his feet in his anticipation. “I didn’t knot it that bad!”

“Okay, okay, settle down.” Akutagawa’s lips twitched as he gently pulled at the knot, going especially slow, much to Atsushi’s chagrin. When the ends of the cloth fell away, it revealed a little plastic box, within it a variety of chocolates.

“Oh?” Akutagawa stared, seeming to freeze. Atsushi felt himself sweat, tugging at his shirt hem.

“I know it’s not much of…well, anything- I just remembered a while back you mentioned you liked chocolate, and I had some lying around and figured you’d like it- of course if you don’t, I can always take it back-”

“You remembered.” It wasn’t a question. Atsushi blinked. Something soft was in Akutagawa’s expression, and his hands trembled some as he held the small box of treats. Atsushi felt his heart squeeze. “I didn’t think you would…”

“Of course I did! I remember everything you tell me.” Then he flushed, eyes wide. He said too much. “For the missions! And our tasks! Ehe…”

“Yes..having a good memory for those things is important.” That faint blush was back, and Akutagawa wouldn’t look at him- not directly, anyway. “Ehem…This is…” Then he paused, brows furrowing.

“Wait- where’d you get this?” Akutagawa finally met his gaze, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you hated chocolate?”

Seems like Atsushi wasn’t the only one remembering details about each other.

“I do…but like I said- I just happened to have it on me, hehe.” He grinned, deciding not to mention where his source was. He’d bring Ranpo a fresh box of chocolates on his way back from this meeting. With all the snacks he keeps on hand, he wasn’t likely to miss it before he got back.

Akutagawa raised a brow, not entirely believing him. Then he looked back at the box of chocolates, that content expression returning. “I can’t remember the last time someone gave me a gift…so thank you. It means more than you know.”

Atsushi swelled, feeling rather proud of himself. He would make this a habit he decided in that moment; all to see that soft expression.

Though he’d probably have to start buying his own chocolates.

~Rain~

“Ugh, no way…” Atsushi groaned miserably as the sky began to cry. Raindrops dropped in a slow mist at first, but within minutes it began to pour, flooding the alleyways they snuck through. He could already feel his shoes fill with water, making his toes curl unpleasantly.

��Hm, how troublesome indeed.” Akutagawa mused, brows furrowing as he came to join Atsushi beneath the thin railings of the alley. His shoulders felt damp already, and a chill shot down his spine from the icy droplets. “Walking back in this will be rather annoying.”

As of late, it seemed like he and Atsushi couldn’t shake each other. Whether it be on impromptu missions Dazai set them up on, or just little moments like running errands and returning home- somehow in this big city, the demon and the weretiger were never far from each other.

A part of Akutagawa couldn’t deny he liked it that way. That however was a part he’d rather strangle until blue with Rashomon before ever admitting.

“Man, I should have brought an umbrella! I figured it’d rain while we were inside the warehouse and stop after, but I guess the universe has it out for me…” Atsushi shoved his hands through his bangs, groaning in his hands. “This is revenge for Ranpo’s snacks, isn’t it, world?” He mumbled.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little water, weretiger?” Akutagawa shrugged, Rashomon shooting out of his back and forming a shelf above him, shielding him from the continuous onslaught of rainwater. “Though I suppose it’s expected, given what you are.”

“Shut up! I’m not a cat- I just happen to turn into one!” Atsushi glared, rubbing his arms with a slight tremor when the rain began soaking his shirt. In an act of defiance, he took a step out into the elements.

And immediately regretted it.

“Oh my god, that’s COLD!” Atsushi flew into Akutagawa’s shelter of Rashomon, clinging to his coat and shivering. Then he glared, cheeks pink. “Not a word.”

Akutagawa didn’t think he could speak even if he wanted to. This close, beneath the immediate smell of rainwater and warehouse dust, the weretiger smelled like tiger lilies. He could see the strange ombre in Atsushi’s eyes, the way they went from a rosy pink to a warm gold- like a sunrise. The way his lashes framed those odd but pretty irises of his.

So unfairly pretty. Akutagawa forgot how to breathe.

“Hey? Is something wrong…” Atsushi began, only to flush a brilliant red and jump back into the rain. “Oh god- I’m so sorry, how invasive of me- Ah, this rain! I uh…”

Maybe it was how pitiful he looked, soaked and embarrassed. Maybe it was the way he looked at him just now, with those damn sunrise eyes.

Maybe that part of Akutagawa’s heart wasn’t so small after all.

Slowly, as if it were a machine coming back to life after many years, Rashomon extended outward, creating an umbrella-like cover beside its owner. The space was…tight, but it would give Atsushi room to walk with him. “Come on, before you catch your death.”

The weretiger blinked, eyes wide. Akutagawa could feel his face heating; he pretended it was from irritation while waiting for the other to make a decision. “Hurry up before I leave you here.”

“Oh! Right- thank you.” Atsushi ran over, standing within the cover. This close, he could smell tiger lilies again. Did he wear perfume? Would it be weird to ask?

Would it be weird to just reach out and hold his hand-

“Don’t mention it. Just- come on.” Akutagawa made his voice as curt as he could, hoping it hid the fluster he felt himself slipping into. In silence the pair walked back, Akutagawa’s hands shoved in his pockets while Atsushi continued rubbing his arms, trying to warm up.

When he peeked, the weretiger looked equally flushed.

Must be getting sick, he told himself.

Yeah. That’s it.

~Blackout~

When he got back to the agency; Atsushi decided, he was going to murder Dazai.

Just a simple task, he said. Scout out the scene for us to make sure it’s safe, he told him. There shouldn’t be any trouble, he insisted.

Of course, Dazai forgot to mention the literal Mafia meetup being held in such a place.

Atsushi knew he should leave- turn back before any of the Port caught a glimpse of him hovering near a dirty window. It was fairly high up- the main reason why Atsushi was sent on this particular request was due to his cat-climbing skills- so the chances of being caught were slim.

He should go, had he not caught sight of a familiar face. Stoic as always, black fringe fading into white that framed his pinched face, hands shoved in his pockets. Akutagawa.

He was standing by with a short redhead- Chuuya, he assumed. Dazai had mentioned a redhead in the Port who he’d encountered a few times before. He looked especially irritated, whomever they were meeting up with apparently was late.

Finally, after around half an hour, two grungy looking guys came through the large metal doors, their footsteps echoing across the filthy floor. Between them a smaller man led, his body bent forward and his hair a halo of thinning grays around his wrinkled face.

“I take it your boss sent you with what I wanted?” He asked, and Atsushi felt himself straighten. Despite appearances, the man’s voice boomed and carried, demanding respect with each word. Within the room, even Akutagawa and Chuuya straightened, the latter glowering upon realizing it.

“Yeah. You got what we want?” He demanded, waiting. There was a tense silence before the old man gestured for one of what Atsushi assumed to be his guards. The man opened his jacket, revealing a tightly wrapped parscal.

“Toss it over, we’ll do the same.” Chuuya commanded, straightening to his full height. The old man chuckled, clearly amused.

“Kids these days- never learn to respect their elders. Fine then.” He nodded, and the parscal went flying. Rashomon was out in seconds, catching it with ease. Bringing it to his eyes, Akutagawa peered within, face grimacing.

“This is it. Boss’ order.” He didn’t sound too thrilled about it though.

“Good grief. Alright, here.” Chuuya kicked the box by his feet towards the men, his gravity control making it sail easily across the floor. It landed with a loud thump by the guard’s feet. “I’ll take it this should cover it?”

The guard peered within the box, nodding after confirming the contents. Atsushi couldn’t help but wonder what was in it. Money? Jewels? And what was in the parscal?

No time. He really had to go. He watched Chuuya and Akutagawa turn to leave.

Just as the remaining guard pulled out a gun.

“TURN AROUND!” He heard himself scream. Shit! The old man’s eyes flickered to the window-

And suddenly there was a boom of red. Rashomon exploded out of Akutagawa’s back, sending the guards flying. Interesting enough, the old man remained unfazed. In fact, he hadn’t moved at all. Rashomon bounced around him like water hitting a rock.

“His ability- it’s a shield!” Chuuya yelled, already jumping into action. He crossed the room in seconds, taking the two guards on. Despite the size difference and being outnumbered, Chuuya was easily the better fighter. He dropped low, kicking the goon with the gun in his hand in the ankles. As he fell back, he grabbed his fallen gun, pointing it at the other one. He pulled the trigger-

But the bullet bounced! Seems this old man’s ability expanded beyond just himself. The guard smirked cruelly as he charged, tackling a surprised Chuuya dead on and sending him flying.

Akutagawa started, Rashomon shooting out to catch Chuuya before he could hit the wall. Too late. The old man was upon him. He moved so fast, an elbow flying to Akutagawa’s windpipe as he brought a knee to his gut. Rashomon quivered as Akutagawa wheezed, gasping for air.

Chuuya shot out of the rubble with a roar, flying at the guards. His gravity power saved his life, but just barely- Atsushi could see he was wounded- crimson against orange hair, bruises forming on the side of his face.

Akutagawa stumbled, the old man hooting softly as he watched the boy drop. “Such a shame- the Port Mafia really has let themselves grow weak if this is the best they can offer.”

Hot rage shot through Atsushi's veins. Just who did this old creatin think he was? He got up, ready to jump into the fray- and stopped.

Why was he getting involved? This wasn’t a mission assigned to him by Dazai or the boss back at the agency. He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Right now would be the ample time to leave; to use the chaos within to slip away before anyone else saw him.

Saw him.

Saw…

Atsushi’s eyes dropped down to the breaker box just outside the warehouse, an idea already forming in mind.

Within the warehouse, it was chaos. Chuuya had disposed of one of the guards, his body crumpled in the background as he fought the one still guarding. From the looks of things, the shield only protected from the front. Right now- the redhead was trying to get around and go for the back, but the guard stayed on him like glue.

Akutagawa and the old man were fighting once more- this time however, Akutagawa was prepared. Rashomon bounced again and again off a shield, keeping him at bay. He couldn’t land a hit, but neither could the old man. It seemed he needed his arms held up in a specific way to keep it on, leaving them in a stalemate.

Just one moment. A second was all Akutagawa needed. He looked up-

Their eyes met. Atsushi mouthed only one word. Blackout.

Then he tore out the breaker box with his claw.

The warehouse went pitch black, blending in with the night sky. Atsushi rolled down the wall as gunshots exploded from within, the faint sounds of two men crying out before everything went eerily silent. For a short, heartstopping moment, Atsushi was scared one of them was Aku.

Then the doors opened, Chuuya and Akutagawa stumbling out, bruised and wounded, the parscal in hand.

“Next time that creepy bastard wants us to pick up dolly dresses, he better get them through Amazon.” Chuuya growled, limping as he dragged himself down the quiet streets. Akutagawa seemed to be half listening, nodding along as he rolled his shoulder. His throat was bruised, and he was covered in small cuts, but he was alive.

Atsushi felt himself breathe again.

“Are you even listening? Ugh, forget it.” Chuuya waved him off, walking ahead as he carried on complaining about their boss. Akutagawa paused then, turning his head.

And directly looked at Atsushi.

The weretiger didn’t call out. He didn’t say a word. He merely looked back at him, watching. Akutagawa blinked once. Then twice.

Then the rarest thing happened. He smiled.

It was small, nearly unnoticeable and a bit pained, as if it hurt to move his face. Judging by the bruise blossoming on his cheek, it must have been.

Still- that smile. It erased it all. The injuries, his messy hair, the torn clothes- all of it faded away as Akutagawa smiled at him. It was like he was a god, so painfully beautiful it was near impossible to look directly at him, and yet Atsushi did. He didn’t care if his face was on fire, or if he was gaping like a fish. All he wanted to do was get lost in that beautiful smile.

And then Akutagawa looked away, and reality came back. He was gone in minutes, fading away in shadow, leaving Atsushi sitting there, still thinking about that smile.

~Piano~

Akutagawa hated instruments.

More specifically, he hated the piano.

The boss was so insistent he’d learn to play it. Think of how useful of a talent it’d be if you ever found yourself needing to blend in. Blend in where, the orchestra? Good luck with that. They all knew the real reason why Mori wanted him to learn to play.

Because Dazai used to play.

Not the piano- but the Violin. Akutagawa remembered watching him play a few times- the way he’d stand tall, the instrument like an extension of his body as he ran his bow over the strings. His songs were always so sad sounding; they never failed to make someone cry- usually Chuuya, even if he’d never admit it. When Dazai left, Mori burned the instrument, and music was snuffed out, much like those who betrayed them.

Apparently he was now back in his music phase and decided Akutagawa would be the next musician. Had it not been for Gin and her soft encouragement for him to learn- “Ma and Pa would have liked it, I think” she told him- he’d probably set the grand instrument ablaze himself. Just what would he play on it, anyway? Songs of sorrow and anger? Christmas tunes? Suppose he could play a quick death march before a bullet lodged into his brain or a knife to his jugular.

Wasteful. The worst part? He was a natural talent. The lessons flew by and before long he knew all the cords and how to work them into songs. Gin liked them- she would lay across the top like those women in the movies, face in her hands and feet kicking while he practiced. Sometimes she’d sing- her voice soft and delicate. It was those moments that he liked best.

And then Mori asked him to play for him and Elise when they’d marry. He stopped playing it after that.

Now he found himself lingering by a different piano- dusty but well loved, sitting in the corner of what he assumed to be a church. It was abandoned now- the room stale with lack of movement. His fingers glided over the top, making streaks against the smooth black surface.

Like magic, he felt himself back at the music room with Gin, playing a song and her singing-

“Nothing of interest here- hey, is that a piano?” Atsushi’s voice shook him free from his memory. The weretiger joined him, his shoulder bumping gently into Akutagawa’s as he took a seat. “I love the piano! I wonder if it’s in tune?”

Things have been…interesting, these past few encounters with the weretiger. Since the warehouse incident, they’ve been less stiff, more relaxed. Atsushi didn’t jump away if he got too close, and he smiled more easily at him. Their once harsh word exchanges melted into soft bickering, and more than once Akutagawa felt himself fighting down laughter whenever they talked. Not mean, condescending one but genuine mirth at the little things he’d say and do.

What the hell was happening to him?

“I know like- one chord. There was this woman at the orphanage; she was the only nice adult there. She tried to teach me to play, but I never quite picked it up.” Atsushi made a big show of cracking his knuckles, wiggling his fingers. “Okay, let’s tickle these ivories!”

More like make them scream, Akutagawa soon learned. He winced as Atsushi slammed his fingers down into the keys, hitting random clumps and creating what he could only describe as “mindless noise”. He sang along with it, the words lost in the sound as he swayed with his chaos.

“Oh, there once was a cat named Piccolo! He was the fattest cat anyone ever known! He rolled and he cried, and he’d spit in your eye, so the village chief ordered him to-”

“Weretiger!” Rashomon shot out, grasping Atsushi’s wrists and preventing him from hitting more keys. The church rang with the noise. “What happened to knowing only one chord?” He growled through gritted teeth.

“Oh, right! It was…um…” Atsushi looked at the keyboard. “You know- I can’t remember. But it was one of them I just played, I’m sure!”

“That wasn’t playing- that was slapping.” Akutagawa pulled Rashomon back, shaking his head. “I don’t think I heard a single chord in any of that.”

“Oo, you can hear chords, can you? Alright, Yiruma- it's your turn.” Atsushi stood, offering the piano. “Let’s see what you can do!”

Akutagawa stared, first at the piano, then at Atsushi. A mix of nostalgia and disgust filled him when he thought of playing again; Mori ruined any enjoyment he had with it.

And yet…Atsushi was giving him those eyes. The ones that presented a challenge. And Akutagawa had a hard time turning down challenges.

He also had a hard time turning down Atsushi.

What-

He sat down in the warm seat before those intrusive thoughts came back. Stretching his fingers, he let them rest on the cool ivory, wondering where he should begin. “Any requests?” He asked, be it a tad sarcastically.

“Whatever you wanna play.” Atsushi smiled, leaning against the side of the piano. Akutagawa hated how attractive he looked like that- FOCUS AKU! “I’m all ears.”

At first, he simply pressed keys- not the way Atsushi did it- this was far gentler, and actual cords. The weretiger’s smug grin melted into a look of surprise, making the other smirk. “Show off.” Atsushi grumbled. Akutagawa fought down a chuckle.

Then he was moving his fingers against the keys more intentionally, a song coming to mind. He didn’t know all the words- he only heard a chunk of it once when he was walking with Gin through the city. He did know the chords though.

Soft music played throughout the church, Akutagawa’s fingers playing out the beats in a steady rhythm, getting lost in the sound. He felt himself right back with Gin again, her smile encouraging and kind- the few beckons of light in the awful world of the Port Mafia.

Then he was singing. He probably sounded terrible; but he kept hearing Gin encouraging him to, so he gave in.

“If you had it all, would it be enough?

Can you find the way and still be lost?

I write songs about being someone else

That say fuck the world, you’re not angry enough.”

Beside him, he heard Atsushi suck in a breath. Be it from surprise or relation to the song, he didn’t know. Akutagawa kept going.

“Yeah everybody tells me it’s alright.

Everybody tells me I’ll be fine

Everything is not o-fucking-kay,

Oh but they can’t tell me why.

I put the picture on the shelf

Leave the memory behind

But the truth is I can’t say goodbye.”

Was he getting too real? Maybe. Atsushi was quiet beside him, not interrupting, just listening. He took that as a sign to keep going.

“So I made friends with all my demons

Let ‘em sink their teeth in

Got used to the feeling of letting it go

So give me something to believe in

Or throw me in the deep end

It all feels the same with your eyes close

So you can throw me in the, Deep end

Deep end

Deep end, Deep end”

And..that’s all he knew. The rest of the song was lost to him. He dared a peek up at the weretiger, waiting to see him fighting off laughter or wincing at Akutagawa’s singing.

Instead, he was leaning into the piano, eyes misty and something incredibly soft in his expression. There was no disgust, no second hand embarrassment, none of that. Only the look of a man who found something he was fond of, the smallest of smiles on his lips that took Akutagawa’s breath away.

Surely he must be thinking of someone else. There was no way he was looking at him like that.

The idea that Atsushi was thinking of another made his chest ache, a strange hollowness within tearing at his insides. In a haste, he slapped his hands onto the keys, startling the other out of his reverie. “I don’t know the rest- really, I hate the piano; we shouldn’t have done this. We have to go before the cops show up-”

“Aku.” Atsushi’s voice made him pause, halfway out of the seat. He was focused again, the expression he was wearing tucked away and replaced by his usual smile. “That was amazing. Truly.”

His chest ached again.

“It was just a thing I learned at the mafia. That’s all.” His voice sounded foreign to his ears, cold and distant. In the corner of his eye, he saw Atsushi wince. “Just forget about it.”

“Aku-”

But he was already out the door; the cool air of the city blowing on his warm face as he stumbled out. He walked at first, but then he was running. And then he was bolting. He needed to get away- to go somewhere else. He found himself flying down alleyway after alleyway, stumbling over his own two feet before crashing hard on his knees, coughing in his hand.

When he pulled it back, it was wet. However, it wasn’t blood that made it so. When did his vision get so blurry? He blinked, shaking when he realized it was tears.

He was foolish. A complete idiot! How could he let himself fall for the Weretiger? A Detective Agency member- the Mafia’s enemy. They’d never work out; and soon- he’d leave him. Just like how Dazai did all those years ago.

It would never work. Nothing ever did in the Port Mafia. They were sewer rats- destined to live and die among the filth they waddled in. And Atsushi…he didn’t deserve someone like that. He deserved someone who could stand in the sunrise with him, who could see how it matched perfectly with his eyes. Someone who could listen to his songs and jokes and antics and laugh freely alongside him. Someone who could make him happy.

And that wasn’t Akutagawa.

Curling up, he wrapped Rashomon tightly around himself. In past experiences, he found his ability rather sound proof. It was only then did he finally let himself sob.

~Kiss~

Atsushi sighed as he leaned back into a park bench, head still reeling. It had been a few days since the church incident, and there was no Akutagawa in sight. He could be busy, but Atsushi was sure he was avoiding him. It hurt- the sudden shut down from the other. Atsushi recounted the event in his mind hundreds of times, trying to figure out what exactly he did that made him flee.

He truly meant it when he said Akutagawa’s playing was amazing. Really- he was referring to his everything; the way he played, the words he sung, the way they broke something within his chest as he found each lyric incredibly relatable. That last moment, when the song ended and Akutagawa turned to look at him- there was so much…vulnerability in his gaze. Was he waiting for Atsushi to say something then?

Oh dear- perhaps he failed him afterall.

Pulling the bag of pork buns closer to his hip, he stood, deciding to head back to his apartment. It was probably dumb, waiting here for him. They hadn’t agreed on a meetup spot; Atsushi had hoped if he remained at the same location for the past three days, he’d pop up. So far, it proved fruitless. He made his way to the entrance.

And found himself staring at Akutagawa.

Silence so thick it could be cut with a knife, the two stared at one another; frozen. The rest of the world seemed to go silent, the people walking by shut off like a mute button. Akutagawa seemed stunned, and Atsushi doubted he looked any better.

For a brief, terrifying moment, he was scared Akutagawa would bolt. He remained standing. Then-

“Weretiger I-”

“I bought Pork Buns-”

They had spoken at the same time. Akutagawa blinked, startled. Atsushi felt himself return to reality.

“I uh…I bought Pork Buns. At the local convenience store? I remembered you liked them and..” He waved the bag in the direction of his apartment. “It’s probably not a good time, and if not you can just take them but…do you want to come over and eat? I bought too many…”

Akutagawa stared, the look making Atsushi squirm. Then he spoke once more. “I’m not busy…sure.” Relief flooded Atsushi’s chest.

“Great! Come along then.”

~~~

The walk back was terribly awkward. Neither spoke, but it was tense this time around, words heavier than steel stuck in their throats as they finally arrived at Atsushi’s place. Fumbling for the key, the weretiger pushed open the door, flicking on the light. “Pardon the mess, I didn’t get to clean up this morning.”

Removing his shoes, Akutagawa looked around. If he noticed the messy futon and leftover ramen cup, he didn’t say. Instead, he nodded. “Thank you for having me over.”

“Yeah, yeah- sure.” Atsushi smiled, hating how polite everything felt. He wanted so badly for Akutagawa to point out something- to make a comment on his tiger plushie that the other gave him in return for the chocolates- to tease him about knocking things over on the counter. He wanted anything else but this super quiet, super polite version of Akutagawa. “Erm, let me go put these down-”

“Weretiger. I must apologize.”

Atsushi froze, scared to turn around. Oh no, was he leaving already?

“The other day- I left without a word to you. That was incredibly rude of me, and I’m sorry.” Akutagawa sounded…choked. Like there was something else there he wasn’t mentioning. Atsushi figured he’d let it be.

But then, would anything actually change if he did?

“You ran pretty far after you left. I didn’t see where you went, you just kinda- disappeared.” Atsushi turned, facing him. “I never got to finish what I was saying.”

“I didn’t want to hear it.”

Ouch. Okay. Atsushi tried to hide the hurt with a smile. “Fair enough.”

“Wait- no. Fuck, this is hard.” Akutagawa ran a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. “That’s not what I meant. Sorry. I mean- I was…” He struggled with the words, waving his hands. “Weretiger, I don’t think I can keep doing this.”

Another dagger. Atsushi felt his heart drop into his stomach. “Doing what?”

“The whole- whatever this is. It’s killing me.”

A third. Atsushi felt his eyes sting. “Just say it, Akutagawa.” He sounded harsh in his own ears. Good.It’ll make him leave faster. “Say it and be done, already.”

Akutagawa flinched as if struck. Then he straightened, eyes intense.

“I’m in love with you, Weretiger.”

The buns hit the floor.

“I’m in love with you- I’ve been in love with you since- I don’t know how long now. Everytime I close my eyes, I see you. I hear you laughing in my dreams; I see you smiling at me when the pain’s at its worst and it’s killing me because I’m not good enough for you. I’m not the kind of person you deserve- a sewer rat who’ll only stain you with my filth-”

“Shut up.” Atsushi sounded strange. Akutagawa stared.

“Shut the hell up, you son of a-” Atsushi stormed across the room, grabbing the front of his coat.

And then he was kissing him. His lips crashed into Akutagawa's like a man craving water. At first, Akutagawa was frozen in shock. Then he was kissing him back, clutching the other tightly, pulling him in against his chest like he couldn’t get enough. He tasted like chocolate. For once, Atsushi found himself liking it.

When they pulled away, flushed and breathless, Atsushi reached up, gently pulling at the fringe framing the other’s face.

“Now you listen to me, Aku.” He tugged, earning a mild wince from the other. “First of all- you don’t get to decide who deserves me. I decide who deserves me. Second of all-” He released his hair, poking a finger into his chest. “I don’t want to ever hear you describe yourself as a sewer rat ever again. If I get stained, I get stained. Despite the white fur, I’m not some pristine tiger figurine.” He moved the hand poking his chest up to cup Akutagawa’s cheek, running a thumb against the smooth skin. “Finally- I never got to say what I wanted to say the other day. So you better listen.

“I think you’re amazing. The way you carry yourself; how you’re still so you even after everything you’ve been through in the Port Mafia. How you have these cute little quirks about yourself and how you’ve got so many hidden talents. I think you’re amazing, and I’m in love with you too. I’ve been in love with you for a long time now.” He smiled at the wide eyed stare he got, watching the hope in Akutagawa’s eyes meld into soft happiness.

Then he pinched his cheek, pulling slightly.

“But if you ever just up and run off on me again, I’ll kick your ass. I’m a weretiger- we like to eat little sewer rats who drive us nuts.”

“Sorry.” Akutagawa said through a deformed mouth. Atsushi released his cheek, leaning up to kiss it. “I thought you'd be in love with someone else.”

“Who else is there? Ranpo?” Atsushi raised an eyebrow. Then he looked thoughtful. “It would make getting you chocolate easier…”

Akutagawa couldn’t stop it. The laugh he fought down so hard bubbled over, then another. Before long, he was leaning into Atsushi, laughing for the first time in what felt like forever. The weretiger stood stunned, then he was giggling. Next thing he knew, he was laughing just as much, clinging to the other and squeezing tightly.

“Ohhohoho my god. I fuhuhucking love you, Weretiger.” Akutagawa wheezed out, wiping away a combination of happy and mirthful tears.

Atsushi looked just as teary, his cheeks warm and smiling like sunshine. “I love you too, Aku.”

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