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scriveynerTitle: and goodbye
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko, Masanori
Rating: T
Length: 382
Summary: Masanori wailed louder, kicking his legs in Gotou’s arms, face gone red and sticky.
Masanori wailed louder, kicking his legs in Gotou’s arms, face gone red and sticky. He knew what it meant now, when Masayoshi took the big bag out, when they went to the airport. Keiko too, wore a sour expression but she was glaring at Masayoshi as if he had betrayed her, personally, one hand on Gotou’s trouser leg.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Masayoshi asked, as Masanori squirmed against Gotou, arms out toward Masayoshi. He’d held Masanori the entire way, as he’d grown increasingly fussy as the realization dawned.
“We’ll be fine,” Gotou said, completely unperturbed by the screaming child in his arms. “It’s not even a week, this time.”
Masayoshi cast a glance at Masanori, and then back to Gotou - and Gotou said, softly, “he’ll calm down once you leave, Masayoshi. I promise.”
He sighed deeply. “I hate traveling,” he said, and Gotou nodded his head and shifted Masanori in his arms. “Baby bird, please stop crying,” he ran his hand over Masanori’s head, and he inhaled deeply and kept wailing. “I’ll be home before you know it.”
Keiko finally detached herself from Gotou’s leg, and wrapped her arms around Masayoshi’s. “No,” she said firmly, and buried her face in his trousers.
Masayoshi picked her up - after he got her to release his leg - and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Don’t go,” she said, and Masayoshi sighed deeply.
“Wish I didn’t have to,” he said, and touched his forehead to hers. “But I’ll be home real soon, okay? Keep an eye on your daddy for me, Masanori’ll wear him out.”
“Oi,” Gotou said, and Keiko giggled, just a little.
“Okay,” she said, and Masayoshi kissed the top of her head, putting her back down.
“Hey,” Gotou said, and raised an eyebrow. “Forgetting something?”
Masayoshi leaned in for his goodbye kiss. “Never,” he said, and smiled.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko, Masanori
Rating: T
Length: 382
Summary: Masanori wailed louder, kicking his legs in Gotou’s arms, face gone red and sticky.
Masanori wailed louder, kicking his legs in Gotou’s arms, face gone red and sticky. He knew what it meant now, when Masayoshi took the big bag out, when they went to the airport. Keiko too, wore a sour expression but she was glaring at Masayoshi as if he had betrayed her, personally, one hand on Gotou’s trouser leg.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Masayoshi asked, as Masanori squirmed against Gotou, arms out toward Masayoshi. He’d held Masanori the entire way, as he’d grown increasingly fussy as the realization dawned.
“We’ll be fine,” Gotou said, completely unperturbed by the screaming child in his arms. “It’s not even a week, this time.”
Masayoshi cast a glance at Masanori, and then back to Gotou - and Gotou said, softly, “he’ll calm down once you leave, Masayoshi. I promise.”
He sighed deeply. “I hate traveling,” he said, and Gotou nodded his head and shifted Masanori in his arms. “Baby bird, please stop crying,” he ran his hand over Masanori’s head, and he inhaled deeply and kept wailing. “I’ll be home before you know it.”
Keiko finally detached herself from Gotou’s leg, and wrapped her arms around Masayoshi’s. “No,” she said firmly, and buried her face in his trousers.
Masayoshi picked her up - after he got her to release his leg - and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Don’t go,” she said, and Masayoshi sighed deeply.
“Wish I didn’t have to,” he said, and touched his forehead to hers. “But I’ll be home real soon, okay? Keep an eye on your daddy for me, Masanori’ll wear him out.”
“Oi,” Gotou said, and Keiko giggled, just a little.
“Okay,” she said, and Masayoshi kissed the top of her head, putting her back down.
“Hey,” Gotou said, and raised an eyebrow. “Forgetting something?”
Masayoshi leaned in for his goodbye kiss. “Never,” he said, and smiled.
