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scriveynerTitle: Red
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 1342
Summary:
Masayoshi met Gotou at the door. This could mean one of a few things, up to and including ‘the kids are staying over with Auntie Mizuki and the only reason I didn’t greet you naked is I’m gonna feed you first’ - which would be lovely, he’d had a trying day at work and the thought of hauling his husband off to bed and ravishing him was a wonderful one. “So I don’t want to alarm you,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou’s hopes plunged. He set his shoes in their usual spot and tried not to think about the last time those words had come out of Masayoshi’s mouth.
“What’s going on this time?”
“Keiko’s room is purring,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou paused, and then stepped up out of the genkan. “Purring?” he repeated, and Masayoshi crossed his arms and tried not to look too excited by this.
“The raw chicken I was gonna use for dinner tomorrow has been … liberated,” he said. “And the lunch meat. I think she’s got a cat in there.” His eyes were practically sparkling.
“I’m allergic to cats,” Gotou said dryly, and Masayoshi rolled his eyes.
“You are not, you big liar. You just said that so I wouldn’t bring home any strays.” Gotou leaned in and kissed him, a brief brush of the lips.
“You don’t know that.”
“I talked to your mother, you’re not allergic to squat.” Masayoshi poked him in the arm as he followed Gotou down the hall.
“I regret ever giving you her telephone number.” He hesitated outside their bedroom - Keiko’s was the furthest down the hall, to give her privacy - and even from here he could hear the occasional heavy purr. “What the hell kind of cat did she bring home, a mountain lion?”
When Gotou glanced over at Masayoshi, he was still excited. “No, we are not keeping it,” he said, and Masayoshi pouted at him.
“Why not? We’ve got the room now. It would be a good responsibility.”
“Because if we let her keep this one, it’s going to turn into a zoo around here real fast, you can’t say no to anything.” Gotou loosened his tie and pushed through the door to their room. “I can tell her no, don’t worry. I’ll be the bad guy.”
“Is the betting pool still open?” Masayoshi asked, standing in the doorway and watching Gotou get changed.
“What betting pool?”
“The one I’m not supposed to know about.”
“How do you- never mind,” Gotou said with an amused huff. “Totsuka will win the pot with his money on sneaking a cat in, anyway.” He pulled on a comfortable, ratty old sweatshirt and sighed. “Shall we get this over with?”
#
Gotou tapped on Keiko’s door - Masayoshi lingering in the hallway, because he wanted to catch a glimpse of the cat and Gotou hadn’t managed to shoo him away. “Keiko,” he said.
“Oh, daddy, you’re home!” Keiko’s voice came through the door, and there was a crash and a clammer, and the purring noise abruptly turned into a hissing. “Ow! Red, bad!”
“Keiko, I’m coming in.”
“No, don’t, I’m coming-!”
“She named it Red,” Masayoshi said in a stage whisper, and while he couldn’t actually see Gotou roll his eyes, Gotou rolled them anyway.
Then Gotou opened the door, and blocked Masayoshi’s view of her room. However, his voice changed in pitch completely as he said, “what the fuck is that?”
“Language!” Masayoshi chided, coming forward - but Gotou jumped back, and it darted between them and shot off down the hall, toward the living room.
“Red, no!” Keiko yelped, but Gotou caught her under his arm and scooped her up - and there was only enough time to catch a glimpse of the long tail as it turned the corner and vanished.
“What,” Gotou said, his voice still not quite back to its normal timbre. “The hell is that?”
“It’s Red!” Keiko squirmed in his arm. “She’s my mascot, lemme go!”
There was an unholy hissing noise from the living room, and Masayoshi looked back at Gotou before he ducked down the hall - to see this thing perched on the back of the couch, crouched, long tail out for balance. It wasn’t much bigger than a turkey, but had none of the fluff - and its feathers didn’t look bird-like in the slightest. In fact, in only incrementally resembled a bird at all.
It saw Masayoshi and half-turned, balanced well - and cocked its long serpentine head, eye blinking slowly, making a soft chirping noise. Gotou came up behind Masayoshi and leaned just slightly past him. “Is that a fucking dinosaur?”
“She’s a raptor, and her name is Red!” Keiko said. “She’s my mascot!”
“Dinosaurs don’t have feathers,” Masayoshi said.
“What? Yes they do,” Gotou said. “Ow, Keiko, don’t kick.”
“Put me down!”
“I’m pretty sure they don’t.”
“I’m really fucking sure they do, because I’m really fucking sure one is sitting right there on my couch!”
It turned suddenly, tail whipping, and they both jumped. It cocked its head again and chirped, and Masayoshi backed into Gotou. “What do we do?”
“Call animal control?”
“No!” Keiko said.
“Keiko, you’re not keeping a fucking dinosaur.”
“Hidenori, you’re gonna owe the swear jar big-”
“Shut up, Masayoshi.”
They both looked over when the small raptor crouched, flaring its feathers and hissing. Gotou let Keiko slide out from under his arm and she huffed - then shoved past Masayoshi and ran over to it. “Keiko!” Masayoshi said - but she held out her hand, palm up, and after a moment the small raptor butted the top of its head against her hand. “See, Daddy?” she said. “She’s nice!”
“Keiko,” Masayoshi asked. “Where did you get a dinosaur?”
She blinked back at them. “I just wished really hard!”
“Oh, fucking hell,” Gotou groaned.
#
He blinked at the ceiling, then Gotou rubbed his hand over his eyes. It was still dark - he could see the faint glow of luminescence from the corner, where his phone had lit up with some kind of alert, but he’d have to prop himself up on his elbows to see over Masayoshi to check the time.
He poked Masayoshi in the side. Masayoshi grumbled, and Gotou poked him again, in a squishy part, and Masayoshi tried to wiggle away. “Mmstop,” he said, refusing to open his eyes.
“Hey,” Gotou said. “You awake?”
“Nngh.”
“Don’t take Keiko to that dinosaur movie.”
“She’s nine, I’m not taking her to that, she’ll have nightmares.” Masayoshi pulled the covers back up over his shoulder. “Go back to sleep, 'denori.”
“Yeah,” Gotou said. “Nightmares.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 1342
Summary:
Masayoshi met Gotou at the door. This could mean one of a few things, up to and including ‘the kids are staying over with Auntie Mizuki and the only reason I didn’t greet you naked is I’m gonna feed you first’ - which would be lovely, he’d had a trying day at work and the thought of hauling his husband off to bed and ravishing him was a wonderful one. “So I don’t want to alarm you,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou’s hopes plunged. He set his shoes in their usual spot and tried not to think about the last time those words had come out of Masayoshi’s mouth.
“What’s going on this time?”
“Keiko’s room is purring,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou paused, and then stepped up out of the genkan. “Purring?” he repeated, and Masayoshi crossed his arms and tried not to look too excited by this.
“The raw chicken I was gonna use for dinner tomorrow has been … liberated,” he said. “And the lunch meat. I think she’s got a cat in there.” His eyes were practically sparkling.
“I’m allergic to cats,” Gotou said dryly, and Masayoshi rolled his eyes.
“You are not, you big liar. You just said that so I wouldn’t bring home any strays.” Gotou leaned in and kissed him, a brief brush of the lips.
“You don’t know that.”
“I talked to your mother, you’re not allergic to squat.” Masayoshi poked him in the arm as he followed Gotou down the hall.
“I regret ever giving you her telephone number.” He hesitated outside their bedroom - Keiko’s was the furthest down the hall, to give her privacy - and even from here he could hear the occasional heavy purr. “What the hell kind of cat did she bring home, a mountain lion?”
When Gotou glanced over at Masayoshi, he was still excited. “No, we are not keeping it,” he said, and Masayoshi pouted at him.
“Why not? We’ve got the room now. It would be a good responsibility.”
“Because if we let her keep this one, it’s going to turn into a zoo around here real fast, you can’t say no to anything.” Gotou loosened his tie and pushed through the door to their room. “I can tell her no, don’t worry. I’ll be the bad guy.”
“Is the betting pool still open?” Masayoshi asked, standing in the doorway and watching Gotou get changed.
“What betting pool?”
“The one I’m not supposed to know about.”
“How do you- never mind,” Gotou said with an amused huff. “Totsuka will win the pot with his money on sneaking a cat in, anyway.” He pulled on a comfortable, ratty old sweatshirt and sighed. “Shall we get this over with?”
Gotou tapped on Keiko’s door - Masayoshi lingering in the hallway, because he wanted to catch a glimpse of the cat and Gotou hadn’t managed to shoo him away. “Keiko,” he said.
“Oh, daddy, you’re home!” Keiko’s voice came through the door, and there was a crash and a clammer, and the purring noise abruptly turned into a hissing. “Ow! Red, bad!”
“Keiko, I’m coming in.”
“No, don’t, I’m coming-!”
“She named it Red,” Masayoshi said in a stage whisper, and while he couldn’t actually see Gotou roll his eyes, Gotou rolled them anyway.
Then Gotou opened the door, and blocked Masayoshi’s view of her room. However, his voice changed in pitch completely as he said, “what the fuck is that?”
“Language!” Masayoshi chided, coming forward - but Gotou jumped back, and it darted between them and shot off down the hall, toward the living room.
“Red, no!” Keiko yelped, but Gotou caught her under his arm and scooped her up - and there was only enough time to catch a glimpse of the long tail as it turned the corner and vanished.
“What,” Gotou said, his voice still not quite back to its normal timbre. “The hell is that?”
“It’s Red!” Keiko squirmed in his arm. “She’s my mascot, lemme go!”
There was an unholy hissing noise from the living room, and Masayoshi looked back at Gotou before he ducked down the hall - to see this thing perched on the back of the couch, crouched, long tail out for balance. It wasn’t much bigger than a turkey, but had none of the fluff - and its feathers didn’t look bird-like in the slightest. In fact, in only incrementally resembled a bird at all.
It saw Masayoshi and half-turned, balanced well - and cocked its long serpentine head, eye blinking slowly, making a soft chirping noise. Gotou came up behind Masayoshi and leaned just slightly past him. “Is that a fucking dinosaur?”
“She’s a raptor, and her name is Red!” Keiko said. “She’s my mascot!”
“Dinosaurs don’t have feathers,” Masayoshi said.
“What? Yes they do,” Gotou said. “Ow, Keiko, don’t kick.”
“Put me down!”
“I’m pretty sure they don’t.”
“I’m really fucking sure they do, because I’m really fucking sure one is sitting right there on my couch!”
It turned suddenly, tail whipping, and they both jumped. It cocked its head again and chirped, and Masayoshi backed into Gotou. “What do we do?”
“Call animal control?”
“No!” Keiko said.
“Keiko, you’re not keeping a fucking dinosaur.”
“Hidenori, you’re gonna owe the swear jar big-”
“Shut up, Masayoshi.”
They both looked over when the small raptor crouched, flaring its feathers and hissing. Gotou let Keiko slide out from under his arm and she huffed - then shoved past Masayoshi and ran over to it. “Keiko!” Masayoshi said - but she held out her hand, palm up, and after a moment the small raptor butted the top of its head against her hand. “See, Daddy?” she said. “She’s nice!”
“Keiko,” Masayoshi asked. “Where did you get a dinosaur?”
She blinked back at them. “I just wished really hard!”
“Oh, fucking hell,” Gotou groaned.
He blinked at the ceiling, then Gotou rubbed his hand over his eyes. It was still dark - he could see the faint glow of luminescence from the corner, where his phone had lit up with some kind of alert, but he’d have to prop himself up on his elbows to see over Masayoshi to check the time.
He poked Masayoshi in the side. Masayoshi grumbled, and Gotou poked him again, in a squishy part, and Masayoshi tried to wiggle away. “Mmstop,” he said, refusing to open his eyes.
“Hey,” Gotou said. “You awake?”
“Nngh.”
“Don’t take Keiko to that dinosaur movie.”
“She’s nine, I’m not taking her to that, she’ll have nightmares.” Masayoshi pulled the covers back up over his shoulder. “Go back to sleep, 'denori.”
“Yeah,” Gotou said. “Nightmares.”
