#goemon shikawa x reader

[pinkjacketorangetie]

Could you do a Goemon×Reader piece where the reader is cold and shivering? You could also do Jigen if you would rather/in addition to :)

warmth

goemon x reader, jigen x reader your man tries to keep you warm in the cold cw: lighters, smoking, mentions of drinking tags: established early relationship (jigen), pre-relationship (goemon) thanks for the request, anon. hope you enjoy <3 always happy to write for you!!

Goemon

He noticed you were shivering a while ago, but avoided addressing it. Not because he wanted to be rude, but the idea he had to help you crossed so many lines and would break so many boundaries. He was overly aware of your cold body next to his and watched as you wring your hands together. Goemon let out a long sigh, his breath being lifted into the winter air, and gently turned towards you.

"Can I help you?" He asked, almost curtly, but you knew what he meant. The connection you had was special. You had a degree in Goemon-ese.

"Yes, please," you whispered, looking up at him with snowflakes frozen to your lashes. Your face was read from the cold and he gently pulled his hands out of his pockets, cupping your cheeks in his palms. You leaned into his touch, letting out a sigh as he warmed you to your core.

"Listen to me, okay?" He spoke softly to you, the cold air almost sucking up the sounds he made.

You just nodded.

Goemon gave you a little smile, finally letting his inhibitions go. This was all to help you, and that was the most honorable intention, right? "I'm going to let go of your cheeks now."

His voice was as sweet as honey, but you still sighed defeatedly when his heated skin wasn't protecting yours anymore. You watched with a cocked eyebrow as he moved to untuck his hakama shirt, holding the panels out.

"Get in here." He instructed, trying to keep his face deadpanned.

You laughed as you began to tuck yourself into his torso. You snaked your arms around his waist, Goemon hissing softly as you planted your cold hands on his back. "Oh... sorry." You said as you began to pull them back.

"No, stay." He wrapped you up in his shirt, swaddling you to his chest and holding your arms still. Goemon looked down at you, gently thumbing through your hair as he began to sway as if he was rocking you like a baby. You shared a smile, your arms squeezing him a little tighter.

"Thank you, Gogo." You whispered. "You're very warm. I feel better already."

You felt a solid stroke across your head and down the back of your neck, flattening out your hair. You felt the ghost of a kiss press into top of your head. You felt his nose stay there for a moment longer and the silence that followed.

You laid your cheek flat against him, your temple subsequently resting on his collarbone, and closed your eyes. You felt him shiver, but you knew it wasn't because he was cold. You soaked in the moment with him, suddenly not minding that Lupin was taking longer with the escape route than expected.

Jigen

"Too bad we don't have any booze on this boat." Jigen grumbled, rubbing his hands together as he returned to his seat next to you.

"Why did we agree to do this?" You asked, resting your head on his shoulder. You were shivering at his side and Jigen cooed softly, turning to wrap his arms around you.

"Ohh... is my sweet baby cold?" He peppered kisses along your temples as he snaked his limbs around you. You never would have guessed that Jigen would experience an entire personality change after your first kiss, but it was a wonderful surprise.

"Of course I am," you pouted, but huddled in his chest nonetheless, "this blows."

Jigen couldn't help but chuckle, "I know, but at least we have a pretty view. In a few hours we'll be warm and cozy in a hotel room, just think of that, sweet thing." He placed a kiss on the shell of your ear, and you blushed from his affection.

Lupin had sent you two to scope out some museum in Italy for a few days, and he stayed behind in France to take care of some "loose ends", whatever that meant. The thought of a week alone with Jigen in Italy was the closest to heaven you had ever been, but the cold ten-hour ferry ride delayed the fun just a tiny bit.

"We have to more in Italy than that, you know," you sighed, turning your head and taking in the sights around you, "The stars do look pretty shining off the water."

"That's my girl," Jigen smiled and pulled you closer, if that was even possible. "Want a light?"

"I don't smoke," you looked up at him, disappointed he didn't remember.

"No, doll face," he leaned down and blew some warm air on your lips before kissing them, "We can huddle around our own little fire."

"Oh," you blushed, trying to stifle a giggle as Jigen held out and flicked on his lighter. You cupped your hands around it and leaned in, grateful for the momentary respite for your numbing hands. Jigen dipped a cigarette into the flame and lit it, laying his other hand over yours. He nudged his head a little closer together, giving you the smallest bit of room to hide your face beneath the brim of his hat. The heat that radiated off of his cheek mixed with the smell of his cologne. Just enough to make you swoon.

"Clever," you whispered, kissing the part of his lips that weren't focussed on holding a cigarette. "You're always my hero, Jigen."

"I'd do anything for you, you know that."

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