“Meat and potatoes today~ It’s gonna be a good day~!” You giggled softly and shifted your bag on your shoulder, continuing to hum the silly tune under your breath.
“Aren’t you adorable.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” Turning your shining eyes to the tall, dark figure beside you, you gave him your signature bright smile and linked your fingers with his.
“Damn right I wouldn’t.” Gabriel’s eyes crinkled at the corners in the way that you knew so well, and you knew that he was smiling beneath the cotton mask that hid the eroded flesh of his cheek.
“But are you sure you don’t want me to help with the groceries, sweetie? We bought a lot of stuff today.” You glanced down and fixed the numerous grocery bags with a determined look in your eye, brows furrowing the longer you stared at it.
“No, no.” Gabriel cut off your train of thought before it could leave the station, giving your hand a little squeeze. “It’s nothing your alpha can’t handle, mi alma. I don’t want the both of you,” He took this moment to glance at the swell of your belly, a tender glimmer in his crimson eyes. “to strain yourselves.”
“Aww, pleeease? Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t help!” You gave him a pout and your best puppy eyes, tugging lightly on his arm.
Gabriel threw his head back and laughed, the rich sound warming you from your head to your toes and prompting a smile of your own. Pulling his hand away to wrap an arm around you, he nuzzled your cheek and let out a little huff.
“It’s alright,
cariño,” he murmured. “As your alpha and your mate, it’s my job to protect you.”
a/n: sure here you go. did some good ol cyborg genji, because that’s what i’m in the mood for writing rn. under the cut since the answers are kind of nsfw-ish.
I had been thinking about this for a while and I wanted to put a twist on whumptober where I purposefully reverse the prompt to make it fluffy instead of angsty. Since October is very, very busy for me, I had no confidence that I could do it. But then dickbutt brought this up and I decided to do this. So, if you see dickbutt posting angst, you can be sure that I’ll have fluff not far behind.
A screech and clatter rings out in the kitchen. Then followed by another. And another. And another. And another.
Then a loud groan and a loud ‘clack’ with a sharp screech following right after.
You hold your fork in your fist, carefully positioning it above your target, and then you strike.
Clack. Scree–
The cherry tomato rolls safely away from the prongs, right through a puddle of olive oil, showing off the slippery sheen and essentuating the cherry red of its skin.
You grash your teeth. You’re a grown adult picking a fight with a cherry tomato. It’s only by sheer pride of not wanting to be outdone by a tiny, inaminate hunk of fruit–or is tomato a vegetable–that prevents you from just picking up your plate and sliding everything into your mouth–Genji is sitting next to you, after all.
While he makes no comment about your one-sided fight, you know he’s watching, judging. You’ll show him.
Once more, you poise your fork, ready to stab the living crap out of this when it gets snatched off your plate.
“Here.”
Genji picks up the damnable tomato with his chopsticks, betraying the effort you’ve been putting in for the past few minutes, other hand held under the treat to keep it from escaping. You stare at the tomato. Teamwork really does make the dream work. If you think about it, you could imagine the tomato pleading for it’s life, begging for forgiveness.
If you grin a little evilly, Genji says nothing.
“Thanks!”
You immediately close your mouth around it and the chopsticks, biting the tomato with a little more viciousness, savoring the burst of juices and flavor.
Sweet, sweet victory.
Though, from the corner of your eyes, you could see Genji smiling softly, looking a little happier, as though also relishing in your victory.
For some reasons, the burst of sweetness upon your tongue is nothing compared to the sweet, warm feeling that gushes from your heart. You don’t post der on what that feeling is when Genji picks up another tomato, just as easily as the previous one, and offers it to you.
With summer fading, Hanamura sinks into autumn and though it is late in the evening, the streets are alive for Tsukimi. Genji walks with you, one sweatered arm around your shoulder. “You should see this place in the spring,” he says, almost wistful, as you marvel at the way the season has touched everything.
Music dissolves into the distant sounds of the crowd as you begin to wander, following his lead, pulled towards Shimada Castle’s gates, stopping when they’re within reach. He lets his gaze crawl over the carved dragons before taking a deep inhale as if to speak but there’s nothing needs to be said. You sense apprehension to say too little or too much, his attention turns inward, trance-like.
Finally: “I need a minute, if that’s okay.”
These moon-viewings used to be a family event.
The night is young and clear. Branches quake, leaves rustle like feathers. Wind carries the scent of fire, chestnuts, taro, persimmons, incense. You kissed Genji earlier, tasted the sweetness of dango on him. These things linger.
“Can you feel this?” Looking over your shoulder, you admire his profile; distinct curve of the bridge of his nose, skin washed in pale gold. He laughs a little to himself so you clarify, I mean, can you feel the light of the moon?
“Yes, I can.” He pauses, the explanation slips away as he searches for it. You are patient as he summons the words. “There is so much here… in the sky, in the air.” Reminders of life. Of Death. Reminders of things he knows intimately—things he wants to forget, but can’t.
It was hard coming home.
You move closer to his side, he is privately thankful for how you lean into him. There is a sad smile etched into the corners of his eyes that you can identify with the smallest of glances. He knows you see it.
Genji clasps one of your hands, guides it to his chest, over his heart. His voice is low and soft, despite the heavy pounding. “What about this? Can you feel how much it means to me that you’re here tonight?”
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