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getting comfy, getting perfect
Title: getting comfy, getting perfect
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Naoya, Musha, Takiji
Pairing(s): Takiji/Musha/Naoya
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Naoya, Takiji, and Musha get together. It’s that simple.
Notes: Fluffy beyond safe levels of sugar intake.
How it started, no one can be sure - it might have been when Musha gave thanks for Naoya being held back two years so he could become his classmate, or when Naoya received that first heartfelt letter from Takiji, or when Takiji thumbed through a worn copy of “Good-Natured Person” for the hundredth time and thought that he’d like to meet the writer someday - but this is when they all realize:
They’re in Takiji’s room. Two small easels are set up and Takiji and Musha are exchanging praise and constructive criticism on each other’s paintings, as only friends who you can trust to be honest with you do. Naoya is lounging on Takiji’s bed, and makes an offhand remark about Musha’s painting style sometimes looking like he just threw paint on the canvas: Musha flicks paint at his face in retaliation.
Naoya has no paint to throw, so he settles for tossing a pillow back at Musha, and Musha goes for another pillow to throw back, which escalates a brief skirmish into a war. While Musha and Naoya are throwing pillows at each other, Takiji tries to intervene, which gets two pillows colliding with him at once from either side. After that, Takiji is less intervening and more participating as a full-blown combatant in the pillow fight.
Eventually Musha decides to switch to close quarters combat, and tackles Naoya on the bed, smooshing a pillow into his face as he sits on his chest. Takiji distracts Musha with a pillow to the back of the head, and just as Naoya is about to thank him for rescuing him from the wicked Musha, tosses another one at Naoya. It just barely misses, and Naoya dual-wields pillows to toss one at both of them at the same time.
They all declare a truce after that, mostly because they’re all giggling too much to aim properly. For a minute or so, they just catch their breath together on Takiji’s bed.
Naoya notices the way Takiji’s eyes lights up when he’s really smiling at the same time he notices the dimples in Musha’s cheeks.
Takiji thinks about Naoya’s mussed up hair while he thinks about the soft flush on Musha’s face.
And Musha - Musha leans in to kiss Takiji on the mouth, and then does the same to Naoya.
Which makes it all very simple, before any of them even had time to start to worry.
Despite them having bedrooms no more than a hallway away from each other, extra toothbrushes pop up in their bathrooms without fanfare. It’s a practical measure: the less distance they have to go to get ready in the morning, the more time they can spend curled up in each other’s arms before reluctantly dragging themselves out of bed.
When he’ll actually sleep in someone’s presence, Takiji is a cuddler. He’s also almost always the earliest riser, so at first he untangles himself from Naoya and Musha before they can see how many limbs he latched onto in his sleep. But one night he’s exhausted and sleeps longer than usual, and wakes up sandwiched between Naoya and Musha, both already awake and both snuggling close to him. After that, he doesn’t bother hiding his natural clinginess.
Musha is affectionate at all times. If they’d been trying to hide their relationship, they wouldn’t have lasted a week, because Musha can’t seem to keep from holding their hands, or hugging them, or stealing kisses when he thinks no one else is looking (and is often wrong). Takiji blushes, and Naoya looks a little bit embarrassed if someone else takes that moment to excuse themself, but if Musha initiates affection then they’ll return it.
Naoya can sense one of his boyfriends in distress from across the library, or at least it seems that way. Usually it’s Takiji who he finds trembling, curled up in some alcove - Takiji’s never told him any of his hiding spots, but that’s never stopped Naoya, not when he has to take Takiji’s hands in his and tell him that he’s going to be fine and no one’s going to hurt him like that again. Sometimes it’s Musha, who’s easier to find with his wailing, and when Musha clings to his shirt and begs him not to die first and leave him alone again, Naoya pets his hair and tells him that there’s no way he’ll leave him this time.
They spend the nights in one of their beds, their hands exploring what they never learned about each other in the years when they were truly alive. Sometimes it’s two against one: Musha and Naoya spoiling Takiji to make him feel good enough that he forgets what pain was like, even if only for a second; Naoya and Takiji teaming up against Musha until his giggling turns into sounds of another kind; Takiji and Musha pinning Naoya down and absolutely refusing to let him do a thing to please them until they’ve made him writhe in ecstasy.
More often, though, kisses are traded without thought and touches go every which way. If it’s just between the three of them, no matter who they kiss, it’s guaranteed to be someone they love.
They’re old enough to know to talk to each other when they have problems and not to assume the worst without proof. They’re young enough to feel giddy over little things, to say ‘I love you’ before bed every night as another heartfelt confession and not simply a habit. It’s the rush of young love without the foolishness that comes from inexperience.
They’ve all heard that it’s hard to make a relationship like theirs work, but Musha insists that everyone else is just doing it wrong, because it’s easy for them. Naoya can’t say that it isn’t easy, because he believes what he’s seen with his own eyes more than any love advice, however well-meaning. Takiji thinks it doesn’t matter, because he’s happier than he’s been in a long, long time. They’re all happy.
It’s that simple.
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Naoya, Musha, Takiji
Pairing(s): Takiji/Musha/Naoya
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Naoya, Takiji, and Musha get together. It’s that simple.
Notes: Fluffy beyond safe levels of sugar intake.
How it started, no one can be sure - it might have been when Musha gave thanks for Naoya being held back two years so he could become his classmate, or when Naoya received that first heartfelt letter from Takiji, or when Takiji thumbed through a worn copy of “Good-Natured Person” for the hundredth time and thought that he’d like to meet the writer someday - but this is when they all realize:
They’re in Takiji’s room. Two small easels are set up and Takiji and Musha are exchanging praise and constructive criticism on each other’s paintings, as only friends who you can trust to be honest with you do. Naoya is lounging on Takiji’s bed, and makes an offhand remark about Musha’s painting style sometimes looking like he just threw paint on the canvas: Musha flicks paint at his face in retaliation.
Naoya has no paint to throw, so he settles for tossing a pillow back at Musha, and Musha goes for another pillow to throw back, which escalates a brief skirmish into a war. While Musha and Naoya are throwing pillows at each other, Takiji tries to intervene, which gets two pillows colliding with him at once from either side. After that, Takiji is less intervening and more participating as a full-blown combatant in the pillow fight.
Eventually Musha decides to switch to close quarters combat, and tackles Naoya on the bed, smooshing a pillow into his face as he sits on his chest. Takiji distracts Musha with a pillow to the back of the head, and just as Naoya is about to thank him for rescuing him from the wicked Musha, tosses another one at Naoya. It just barely misses, and Naoya dual-wields pillows to toss one at both of them at the same time.
They all declare a truce after that, mostly because they’re all giggling too much to aim properly. For a minute or so, they just catch their breath together on Takiji’s bed.
Naoya notices the way Takiji’s eyes lights up when he’s really smiling at the same time he notices the dimples in Musha’s cheeks.
Takiji thinks about Naoya’s mussed up hair while he thinks about the soft flush on Musha’s face.
And Musha - Musha leans in to kiss Takiji on the mouth, and then does the same to Naoya.
Which makes it all very simple, before any of them even had time to start to worry.
Despite them having bedrooms no more than a hallway away from each other, extra toothbrushes pop up in their bathrooms without fanfare. It’s a practical measure: the less distance they have to go to get ready in the morning, the more time they can spend curled up in each other’s arms before reluctantly dragging themselves out of bed.
When he’ll actually sleep in someone’s presence, Takiji is a cuddler. He’s also almost always the earliest riser, so at first he untangles himself from Naoya and Musha before they can see how many limbs he latched onto in his sleep. But one night he’s exhausted and sleeps longer than usual, and wakes up sandwiched between Naoya and Musha, both already awake and both snuggling close to him. After that, he doesn’t bother hiding his natural clinginess.
Musha is affectionate at all times. If they’d been trying to hide their relationship, they wouldn’t have lasted a week, because Musha can’t seem to keep from holding their hands, or hugging them, or stealing kisses when he thinks no one else is looking (and is often wrong). Takiji blushes, and Naoya looks a little bit embarrassed if someone else takes that moment to excuse themself, but if Musha initiates affection then they’ll return it.
Naoya can sense one of his boyfriends in distress from across the library, or at least it seems that way. Usually it’s Takiji who he finds trembling, curled up in some alcove - Takiji’s never told him any of his hiding spots, but that’s never stopped Naoya, not when he has to take Takiji’s hands in his and tell him that he’s going to be fine and no one’s going to hurt him like that again. Sometimes it’s Musha, who’s easier to find with his wailing, and when Musha clings to his shirt and begs him not to die first and leave him alone again, Naoya pets his hair and tells him that there’s no way he’ll leave him this time.
They spend the nights in one of their beds, their hands exploring what they never learned about each other in the years when they were truly alive. Sometimes it’s two against one: Musha and Naoya spoiling Takiji to make him feel good enough that he forgets what pain was like, even if only for a second; Naoya and Takiji teaming up against Musha until his giggling turns into sounds of another kind; Takiji and Musha pinning Naoya down and absolutely refusing to let him do a thing to please them until they’ve made him writhe in ecstasy.
More often, though, kisses are traded without thought and touches go every which way. If it’s just between the three of them, no matter who they kiss, it’s guaranteed to be someone they love.
They’re old enough to know to talk to each other when they have problems and not to assume the worst without proof. They’re young enough to feel giddy over little things, to say ‘I love you’ before bed every night as another heartfelt confession and not simply a habit. It’s the rush of young love without the foolishness that comes from inexperience.
They’ve all heard that it’s hard to make a relationship like theirs work, but Musha insists that everyone else is just doing it wrong, because it’s easy for them. Naoya can’t say that it isn’t easy, because he believes what he’s seen with his own eyes more than any love advice, however well-meaning. Takiji thinks it doesn’t matter, because he’s happier than he’s been in a long, long time. They’re all happy.
It’s that simple.