Portrait of a family. [Dirty Vegas]
Rolling out the first of the Christmas 2011 fics. Hope you all have a good one this year.
DIRTY VEGAS is a pan-fandom, boys only RPG set in a post-apocaylptic Las Vegas. If you like boy bonking, join the fun. :3
Title: Portrait of a family.
Characters/Pairing(s): Bansai, Takasugi, Edgeworth
Rating: G
Summary: A day in the life of Miles Edgeworth(?)
Warnings? Extreeeeme crack.
Notes: For Raz. For those of you who didn’t know: Edgeworth’s staying with Bansai and Takasugi at the Bellagio.
+ The title is taken from the 31_days theme for September 18, 2010.
Portrait of a family.
“I’m home, Takasugi-san.”
“Now, young man: how many times have I told you to call me ‘mom’?”
Miles Edgeworth blushes profusely under Takasugi Shinsuke’s disapproving eye; the latter’s standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, every inch an indignant parental figure in a frilly apron.
“I’m home… mom.”
“That’s much better, darling.” Takasugi beams, kisses Edgeworth’s cheek - one and then the other - and then turns away with a significant waggle of the ladle he had been holding. “Now go to the den and greet your father~”
Edgeworth watches his… mother sayshay off with a happy little smile before doing exactly as he’s told.
“I’m home, Kawakami-sa - I mean, dad!”
“Welcome home, son.”
Kawakami Bansai is sitting on his favorite chair with his feet propped up, going over the dailies. He has his headphones and his favorite pair of slippers, the fuzzy blue ones that Edgeworth got him for Christmas. “Is your mother finished preparing dinner?” he asks, without looking up from what he’s reading. Edgeworth sets his schoolbag down on the couch and moves off to hang his coat up.
“I don’t think so. I can check, though!”
“You do that. Make sure to be a good boy and help him if he needs it.”
“Did your father send you in here?” Takasugi asks, the moment Edgeworth steps into the kitchen. At Edgeworth’s not, the bandaged man lets out a dramatic little sigh.
“Ah~ he’s such a good man. I’m fine where I am, though, so why don’t you set the table?”
“Sure thing, mom!”
Edgeworth immediately goes for the cupboards and picks out the set that he knows Takasugi likes to use on Tuesdays - the purple one, with the golden butterflies all over them. He takes a bit of initiative and handles squeezing the orange juice himself, in spite of his mother’s protests. Really: he works too hard! It’s the right thing for a son to do, isn’t it?
Bansai eventually wanders in for himself, sniffing the air with an appreciate look. He then smiles, and crosses right over to wrap his arms around Takasugi’s waist, causing his wife to blush rather furiously. “Smells good, honey,” he murmurs, into his ear. Takasugi blushes even more.
“I… I’m glad you think so, dear.”
Edgeworth politely averts his eyes. He’s the happiest boy, though, with the happiest family, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world -
Miles Edgeworth wakes up in cold sweat, with a slight scream lodged in his throat.
He decides that it’s definitely time to lay off those sleeping pills.
DIRTY VEGAS is a pan-fandom, boys only RPG set in a post-apocaylptic Las Vegas. If you like boy bonking, join the fun. :3
Title: Portrait of a family.
Characters/Pairing(s): Bansai, Takasugi, Edgeworth
Rating: G
Summary: A day in the life of Miles Edgeworth(?)
Warnings? Extreeeeme crack.
Notes: For Raz. For those of you who didn’t know: Edgeworth’s staying with Bansai and Takasugi at the Bellagio.
+ The title is taken from the 31_days theme for September 18, 2010.
Portrait of a family.
“I’m home, Takasugi-san.”
“Now, young man: how many times have I told you to call me ‘mom’?”
Miles Edgeworth blushes profusely under Takasugi Shinsuke’s disapproving eye; the latter’s standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, every inch an indignant parental figure in a frilly apron.
“I’m home… mom.”
“That’s much better, darling.” Takasugi beams, kisses Edgeworth’s cheek - one and then the other - and then turns away with a significant waggle of the ladle he had been holding. “Now go to the den and greet your father~”
Edgeworth watches his… mother sayshay off with a happy little smile before doing exactly as he’s told.
“I’m home, Kawakami-sa - I mean, dad!”
“Welcome home, son.”
Kawakami Bansai is sitting on his favorite chair with his feet propped up, going over the dailies. He has his headphones and his favorite pair of slippers, the fuzzy blue ones that Edgeworth got him for Christmas. “Is your mother finished preparing dinner?” he asks, without looking up from what he’s reading. Edgeworth sets his schoolbag down on the couch and moves off to hang his coat up.
“I don’t think so. I can check, though!”
“You do that. Make sure to be a good boy and help him if he needs it.”
“Did your father send you in here?” Takasugi asks, the moment Edgeworth steps into the kitchen. At Edgeworth’s not, the bandaged man lets out a dramatic little sigh.
“Ah~ he’s such a good man. I’m fine where I am, though, so why don’t you set the table?”
“Sure thing, mom!”
Edgeworth immediately goes for the cupboards and picks out the set that he knows Takasugi likes to use on Tuesdays - the purple one, with the golden butterflies all over them. He takes a bit of initiative and handles squeezing the orange juice himself, in spite of his mother’s protests. Really: he works too hard! It’s the right thing for a son to do, isn’t it?
Bansai eventually wanders in for himself, sniffing the air with an appreciate look. He then smiles, and crosses right over to wrap his arms around Takasugi’s waist, causing his wife to blush rather furiously. “Smells good, honey,” he murmurs, into his ear. Takasugi blushes even more.
“I… I’m glad you think so, dear.”
Edgeworth politely averts his eyes. He’s the happiest boy, though, with the happiest family, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world -
Miles Edgeworth wakes up in cold sweat, with a slight scream lodged in his throat.
He decides that it’s definitely time to lay off those sleeping pills.