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“ Then and now. What I protect has never changed. “
- Sakata Gintoki
Day 7 [ Halloween ]
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Day 6 [ Sickness ]
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I'm still haven't figured tumblr out, so I'll just use the ask box. Thank you so much for arranging a gintae week! I don't usual see much of this of this couple, and look now! Love is in the air<3 Hope there would be another and another and another gintae week in the future;) I can't wait! Have a nice day/evening.
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Between laughs and beers (1/2)
GinTae week - Day 5 Kiss/Alcohol (why not both)
Fandom: Gintama
Pairing: GinTae
Characters: Tae Shimura, Gintoki Sakata
Rating: M
Author comments: I sinned again y-y
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Gintae week- Day7
Reading/Halloween
Summary: The kids are out trick-or-treating and the married couple get some alone time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama or any of its characters.
The night was still young but the darkness was so prominent, it almost felt like the outside world was never touched by sunlight, but instead ruled solely by the mystic glowing moon.
Otae sat silently, gaze fixed on the figure looming at the front door.
There he was. Standing still and stared at her with those deep bordeaux eyes almost like blood red. Then all of a sudden he was prowling towards her, silver hair gleamed in the moonlight the same way his sharp long fangs did.
“Rooooarrr!” Cried out the supposed lord of the night.
Otae clenched her hands to her chest as if in fear when the little monster in black cloak held up his taped-on card board predatory nails at her.
“Oh, that was really good. I think you scared me.”
The young boy tried to hold back a small smile, seemingly proud that he managed to frighten her. Liking the reaction he got, he went at her with his ‘claws’ again, roaring all the while.
“Vampires don’t ‘roar’. That’s what hairy big mutts do”
An amplified version of the boy came walking towards them, peeling the wrap off a chocolate ball before popping it into his mouth.
“Gin-san. Is that the treat we are supposed o give to the children tonight?”
Otae turned to him, her voice sweet and suspiciously calm; and he almost couldn’t react fast enough, shoving the shiny yellow piece of paper into the opening of his yukata.
He muttered something along the line of ‘I only took a few’, but the rustle sounded from when he reached into his outer clothing made it easy to imagine more than just ‘a few’ sweet wraps hidden in there.
Well, what did that woman expect when she put a bowl full of modified sugar on the table?
Gintoki didn’t dare to say anything out loud though. He saw those shapely brows of hers twitched, but was saved by the small tug on his pants before anything unfortunate happen to him.
“What do vampires do then?”
Gintoki looked at the little boy before bending down so that he was sitting on his heels, face to face with his four years old son.
“They go ‘WAAAA’, like this” The older male spread out his arms and showing off his fangs like an almighty count would when confronting his prey, just not at all graceful in his squatting position.
His boy tried to follow suit. “waaaaaa”
“No, no. WAAAA” Gintoki wagged his finger while shaking his head lightly before giving another round of demonstration. The child tried for the second time and grinned gleefully when his father nodded in approval.
“That’s it kiddo. Remember, sweet hunting is no game. In trick or treating, you spook them and get the treat or you grab the candy and run. There is no middle ground”
Gintoki placed his hands on those small shoulders. Father and son stared at each other, understanding passing between them. In the end they both gave a nod of their heads, showing their mutual agreement.
Otae couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
Their son was so much like him, and she was happy about it in every senses. But maybe if he started picking his nose in public or lazying on the couch all day, she would need to have a talk with her beloved husband.
“Boo! Are you ready for the hunt young man?”
Kagura came in through the front door, newly brought Jack-O’-lantern baskets in hand. Trailing in right after her was Shinpachi who clearly thought that Twilight was still a thing; as he was clad in the same werewolf costume he had for the past six years, even though the hems of his hairy pants were already up half his shins.
“Almost” Answered Otae instead, holding back her child from running over to his aunt who was dressed as Okiku [1] for the night.
She redid the tie of her son’s cloak so that it was better secured around him and straighten up his black and red collar. The young Sakata looked up at his mother when she cupped his face with her hand, thumb affectionately stroking his cheek.
“Be good and listen to your uncle and aunt Kagura, okay?”
He held out his promise finger, to which she intertwined with her own before sending him off.
Gintoki wached the three of walked out the door with Sadaharu following right behind them and remembered that he had a point to make.
“Oi, you guys better bring back a lot of sweets, you hear?”
After the party have left for trick-or-treating, Otae brought out the dinner that Shinpachi has made earlier and sat them on the table.
It has been quite some time ago since it was only the two of them like this.
The young woman seated herself beside him on the couch just as she used to before their son was able to sit up on his own and join the table, his usual spot between his parents.
Without the younger members the place was oddly quiet, much so that she could almost hear his muscle tightened and relaxed along with his rhythmic breathing.
She was going to begin her meal when she felt his hand on her, slowly lowing the chopsticks back down. Otae turned to see that her husband had one of those rare loop-sided grins on his face and it made her heart rate quicken.
“I think dinner could wait. Now that the kids are gone..”
Gintoki moved closer so that their sides were practically touching each other, his body heat slowly warming her up on the inside. And she soon forgot about the delicious looking grilled mackerel on the table.
Forgot everything. Thinking and seeing and sensing only him.
She brought her gaze up to meet his wine coloured orbs; they gleamed with triumph and unmasked mischief and it sent waves of excitement down her spine.
When he inched his face closer to hers, Otae instinctively let her eyes flattered shut. Heart hammering in her chest and anticipation rushing through her veins as she waited.
With her head clouded, she could only imagine so much of what would happen next.
He would kiss her, fast and slow and lingering, until they were both out of breath. His warm lips would then trailed along her neck, pressing against the pulses that echoed through her skin.
Oh, he could, would, do wonderful things.
The young woman waited patiently but the touch she so yearned for never came.
Brown eyes then snapped open at the sound of ceramic clunk against wooden surface.
“We could have dessert before the main course”
Gintoki was grinning from ear to ear, looking like a child who has just been told that school was canceled for a week, between his hands was the bowl she had filled the sweets.
He was practically drooling as he stared at the sugary treats, completely unaware of the dark aura emitting from his dearest wife.
“Do you- AAAAHHH”
Gintoki who was feeling rather generous, willing to share the goodness in the bowl with his partner was met with unexpected pain and misery. He watched her stomped out of the room from his place on the floor, wondering what in the world did he did wrong.
If she wanted it all the sweets for herself, she could have just said so.
Gintae week: Sunday, Oct 25- Reading/Halloween
GinTae Week - Day 7: Reading
(Yes, Tae has boobs. But smaller.)
LASTDAYGINTAEWEEKD-7|| Halloween
///twilight parody HAHAHAHAHA don’t kill me plz OTL
GinTae Week - Let It Burn
Song: “Let It Burn” by Red
MV by me
(Yehey! A GinTae AMV! I’m sorry if some unwanted frames flashed in the screen. I only used Windows Movie Maker, plus, it’s my first time editing a very long video. I’m really frustrated because of that. Also, sorry if there are subs. I can’t find episodes without subs. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this video and GinTae Week!)
GINTAEWEEKD-6||Sickness
Day 5 [ Kiss or Alcohol ]
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 |
GinTae Week - Day 6: Sickness
GinTae Week Day 6: Sickness
Gintae week- Day5
Kiss/Alcohol
Summery: Alcohol can make people act weird and Otae just had one too many Don peri.
A/N: Huge thanks to the wonderful breather who has betaread this story for me. Breather is active on both ff.net and ao3, though unfortunately not on tumblr. You are awesome, thank you again dear!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama or any of its characters.
“Thank you for spending your time with us. Please come again soon!”
The hostesses of the Smile Cabaret sent off the last group of customers at the end of their opening hours, except for one that was still on the far end couch.
Gintoki was reclining inelegantly, his arms and head slung across the back of the sofa, clearly done for the night. Sprawling on the cushion beside him in a very unladylike manner was Shimura Tae, one of the club’s most popular girls, and who, at the moment, was a far cry from what that title encompassed.
The manager shook his head at the sight before walking over, and kicked the dry pocketed samurai in the shin.
“Hey! Get up. The club is closed.”
Wine coloured eyes opened lazily at the contact and looked around. Gintoki scratched his head and muttered something unintelligible under his breath before he began fumbling with his clothing, trying to find his wallet.
He finally retrieved the famished and sad-looking thing that he used to keep what little money he had. He slowly and almost painfully went through his wallet before grudgingly laying all that was left in it on the table.
“Wait.”
With an empty pocket and sou, he was about to leave when the manager called out. Gintoki nervously turned to him, prepared to bolt in case the money he left wasn’t enough to cover the bill.
“What is it?”
“Why am I doing this?”
The sky was a beautiful shade of gold and light blue, promising a wonderful day ahead. This did nothing to lighten up the silver haired man’s mood; the sunrise was only an annoyance at the moment, as he had to squint his eyes to shield against the early morning light.
A grumble came from behind him as if to protest, and a fidgety movement that caused his arms to slack.
“Stay still, will you?” Gintoki demanded before readjusting his hold to better support the person on his back.
He could feel the warmth where her body pressed against his. Her breath tickled his skin as she rested her face in the crook of his neck, and he had to distract himself from the thought of her.
“Why are you so heavy?” Alcohol and irritation had loosened his tongue, and Otae’s unconsciousness left him brave enough that whatever control he had over his words evaporated entirely.
Her slim arms tightened around him and he suspected that she was subconsciously attempting to choke him.
A walk to the Shimura estate had never been so long before.
His head was slightly swirling and he had been staggering left and right for the past fifteen minutes as they approached her house.
The man didn’t even bother taking off his boots when he wandered inside.
He had been at her place countless times before, but never her bedroom. In his normal state, Gintoki might have felt a bit awkward for encroaching on a single woman’s private space, but since both of them were drunken messes, it didn’t occur to him.
“You’re home. You can get down now.”
He stood with his back to her futon and was about to release his hold on her when Otae’s arms wrapped tighter around him.
“Hey, don’t get too comfortable up here now, woman. Get down and go to bed already.”
The only response he got was a rub of hair against his jaw line as she shook her head, but he was having none of that.
All he wanted to do was to go home, drink some strawberry milk and bury his face in the pillow for the rest of the day to wait out the inevitable hangover.
“You want to do it the hard way? Fine.”
He laid them both sideways on the futon before wrestling away from her hold. This time she cooperated easily enough.
Gintoki had just righted himself and was preparing to leave to tend to his own alcohol aftermath when he heard her giggles, and god was it a mistake to turn and look at her.
Otae gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes, cheeks puffed red from the alcohol and laughter. Brown hair speared on the mattress and her kimono slightly tousled from their little match.
This was not good.
The memory of her warmth teased his male senses and he needed to get out of there. The man quickly turned to exit her room and headed towards the gates.
He wasn’t half way through the front yard when he was startled by a familiar voice half-shouting out slurs.
“I will not let you have the sacred jewel, prepare to die you ugly baboon!” [1]
His eyes almost popped of their sockets when he spotted the girl he had just left on the roof, wobbling precariously and swinging a broom at the invisible monkey monster.
"What the hell are you doing?!”
Well, maybe it was slightly irresponsible of him to have left her in her state. But he thought that the woman would just go to sleep, not play with an imaginary sword on the damn roof.
Guess he would have to ask Shinpachi to look after her now. Gintoki dragged a happily humming Otae along with him to her brother’s room.
“Oi, Patsuan! Wake up and keep this crazy woman you call sister from running around doing more weird stuff.”
He banged harder on the wall besides Shinpachi’s door, but there was no response. After the third round of abusive knocking, he barged in.
“Come on, you -”
But there was no Shinpachi in the room. Then somewhere at the back of his mind, the Yorozuya boss recalled the boy saying that he was going to a neighbouring town for a concert, or to catch a whale or something. The point was that he was not there.
Great, just great.
Now he would have to babysit a crazy woman, who was attractive but could easily beat his ass, who was his teammate’s sister and who was also currently drunk out of her mind.
Gintoki groaned and face palmed himself.
Gripping her wrist, Gintoki pulled Otae back through the hallway and towards the living room. No way was he going back to the bedroom with her.
Even though she didn’t attempt to pull another crazy stunt, Otae showed no sign that she would just sleep the intoxication off and let him be either.
Gintoki slid open the doors to the garden, hoping that some fresh air would help clear their heads. They sat at the opposite sides of the sliding doors with an appropriate space between them.
There was a moment of silence in which she just stared at him with her searching brown eyes while he tried not to look back at her, and instead titled his gaze up at the sky.
“Ne, Gin-san,” her soft voice called out, to which he replied with a throaty hum.
“What do think of me?”
He was quite surprised at her sudden question and turned to see that she was waiting attentively for his answer.
“Well. You are dangerously talented when it comes to cooking, literally. Who else in the world could turn everything into burning crisps? You can also be scary outside of the kitchen as well. With that gorilla strength of yours, you could easily beat a grown man’s ass.”
“Is that it?”
Gintoki expected her to beat the shit out of him at his attempted aggravation. But she just simply looked at him. And even if he was not in his clearest state of mind, he couldn’t have mistaken the hurt on her face.
“Is that all you think of me?”
Otae rose onto her knees before wobbly moving towards him, her kimono scraping against the mat floor making it hard for her to keep steady.
“It’s not fair.”
Her voice echoed with dejection and Gintoki immediately regretted having said those things when she wasn’t her normal self.
“Why-”
Otae’s sentence was cut off when she lost her balance and went crashing right into Gintoki.
He almost fell backwards at the impact but was able to keep both of them from hitting the floor. Strong arms instinctually went around her waist to support her.
The body that he used to say resembled a chopping board was small and soft against his. It was warm and welcoming and he felt a bit lost when she pulled back slightly.
Otae readjusted her position and unknowingly seated herself on his lap. She was so close that he could feel her slightly ragged breath mingling with his own. Small hands slid down from his shoulders to grip the front of his shirt, where his heart was.
“Why does my heart beat so fast, like it’s going to bust whenever I’m near you?"
Otae seemed genuinely confused. Her gleaming eyes searched his, seeking answers and he couldn’t look away.
She then guided one of his hands to her chest, clearly unaware of the effect it had on him. He could feel the wild thump, thump beneath his palm, echoing along with his own and soon he couldn’t really tell them apart anymore.
"Why?”
He followed her voice, and his gaze fell to her parted lips, looking so soft and inviting, then slowly trailed down to her long smooth neck.
“Have you ever felt it too, Gin-san?"
She whispered, sounded almost desperate and it sent shivers down his spine. The feel of her body on his made his blood boil with red-hot passion. Every little movement she made stirred up the suppressed desire within him.
And he couldn’t take it any longer. His rational mind seemed to have been washed down along with the alcohol and he acted on pure instinct.
Gintoki pushed her onto the tatami, wine coloured orbs fixed on her with such admiration and want. His strong body hovered above hers just barely, only a heartbeat apart. His arms supported his weight while his hands went to captured her small wrists. A tingle of anticipation passed through him every time he felt their clothing shifted against each other.
Otae didn’t protest nor did she tried to break free from him. All the young woman did was look up at him. Her eyes weren’t rejecting him, they were asking, waiting.
Did she not know of a man’s desire and what she was doing to him right now?
She trusted him way too much.
He inched his face closer to hers, and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears when she slowly fluttered her eyes shut. They were so close; he could practically taste the sweetness of her lips already.
But she was innocent, untainted. Even though every single part of him wanted her so badly, he knew that this was not right. Not when she was unable think clearly and had not given him her full consent.
He couldn’t do this.
The man pressed his forehead to the floor beside her head and tried to calm his breathing. It was so hard to stop himself when she was this close, lovely and warm and inviting, but he was glad he did.
She was too important to him.
"I’m sorry.”
Gintoki muttered quietly into her ears, ashamed at himself for letting his feelings getting the better of him and almost taking advantage of her fragile state.
He lifted his head up to look at her, to let her know that he cared for her in his own ways.
But her eyes were remained closed, her breathing soft and even. Otae was laying still and seemed completely unaware her surroundings.
She felt asleep!? Really?
Gintoki almost felt like laughing. After what she had put him through, she just ditched him for dreamland.
Though he was secretly glad at the thought that she probably wouldn’t remember his little slip when she woke.
He got off her before carefully gathering her in his arms and walking towards her bedroom. Gintoki lowered her sleeping form on to the futon and covered her up with a blanket.
She looked so peaceful then and he couldn’t help the small smile tucking at his lips.
I’m going to have one of the worst hangovers ever and it’s your fault, woman.
[1] Referring to Naraku from Inuysha.
