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scriveynerTitle: Merry Christmas
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko, Masanori
Rating: T
Length: 405
Summary: The entire mattress bounced, and Gotou groaned, arm over his eyes, trying to block out the daylight and the fact that he was currently overrun.
The entire mattress bounced, and Gotou groaned, arm over his eyes, trying to block out the daylight and the fact that he was currently overrun. “Dada, dada-” Keiko bounced along the end of the bed, chanting excitedly. “Wake up, wake up.”
Masanori tugged on his arm solemnly, and after the third time Gotou let him drag his arm down his face. “Wake up,” Masanori said, and poked him in the face.
Gotou cracked open one eye to peer severely at his son, who didn’t balk or back down. Masanori just sat on his knees and poked dada in the face again, slowly and deliberately, without breaking eye contact. Keiko whooped, tripped over his legs and fell over, bouncing still. “Dada’s awake~!” she yelled, back toward the door.
He sat up, shifting slowly so that Masanori didn’t fall over, and rubbed the heel of his palm over his eyes. Gotou yawned hugely, and, after a moment, the coffee smell in the apartment got sharper. He blinked at the door and realized that Masayoshi had come to his rescue, armed with coffee.
“Merry Christmas,” Masayoshi said, and smiled.
“Merry Christmas!” Keiko yelled, and bounced, more on Gotou’s legs than the bed. “Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry-”
“Merry Christmas, please stop yelling, Keiko,” Gotou said, as Masayoshi handed him the coffee, carefully. He leaned down and kissed Gotou, who smiled back up at him warmly, then he grabbed Masayoshi by the cheek, pinching. “Whose idea was the wake-up call?” he asked, still with a cheerful smile on his face.
“Owowow,” Masayoshi said. “It’s past nine, you should be-ow-up anyway!”
“Hm,” Gotou said. Masanori tugged on the arm holding his coffee, and Gotou released Masayoshi to safely transfer his coffee to his other hand. “Merry Christmas, Masanori,” he said, as Masanori crawled under his arm.
“Breakfast,” Masanori said in response.
Gotou looked at Masanori, and then over to Masayoshi, who had furrowed his brow. “Is something burning?” Gotou asked him, and Masayoshi’s eyes went wide.
“The eggs!” he said, and vacated the room quickly. Gotou sighed, amused. “Merry Christmas,” he said, and took a sip of his coffee.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko, Masanori
Rating: T
Length: 405
Summary: The entire mattress bounced, and Gotou groaned, arm over his eyes, trying to block out the daylight and the fact that he was currently overrun.
The entire mattress bounced, and Gotou groaned, arm over his eyes, trying to block out the daylight and the fact that he was currently overrun. “Dada, dada-” Keiko bounced along the end of the bed, chanting excitedly. “Wake up, wake up.”
Masanori tugged on his arm solemnly, and after the third time Gotou let him drag his arm down his face. “Wake up,” Masanori said, and poked him in the face.
Gotou cracked open one eye to peer severely at his son, who didn’t balk or back down. Masanori just sat on his knees and poked dada in the face again, slowly and deliberately, without breaking eye contact. Keiko whooped, tripped over his legs and fell over, bouncing still. “Dada’s awake~!” she yelled, back toward the door.
He sat up, shifting slowly so that Masanori didn’t fall over, and rubbed the heel of his palm over his eyes. Gotou yawned hugely, and, after a moment, the coffee smell in the apartment got sharper. He blinked at the door and realized that Masayoshi had come to his rescue, armed with coffee.
“Merry Christmas,” Masayoshi said, and smiled.
“Merry Christmas!” Keiko yelled, and bounced, more on Gotou’s legs than the bed. “Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry-”
“Merry Christmas, please stop yelling, Keiko,” Gotou said, as Masayoshi handed him the coffee, carefully. He leaned down and kissed Gotou, who smiled back up at him warmly, then he grabbed Masayoshi by the cheek, pinching. “Whose idea was the wake-up call?” he asked, still with a cheerful smile on his face.
“Owowow,” Masayoshi said. “It’s past nine, you should be-ow-up anyway!”
“Hm,” Gotou said. Masanori tugged on the arm holding his coffee, and Gotou released Masayoshi to safely transfer his coffee to his other hand. “Merry Christmas, Masanori,” he said, as Masanori crawled under his arm.
“Breakfast,” Masanori said in response.
Gotou looked at Masanori, and then over to Masayoshi, who had furrowed his brow. “Is something burning?” Gotou asked him, and Masayoshi’s eyes went wide.
“The eggs!” he said, and vacated the room quickly. Gotou sighed, amused. “Merry Christmas,” he said, and took a sip of his coffee.
