Goemon x Rin - 'Where We Always End Up'
Note: This is a fanfic!
The amusement park was winding down, neon lights blurring softly against the wet pavement from an earlier drizzle. The crowds had thinned, laughter echoing faintly as stalls shuttered one by one. Goemon and Rin walked side by side, shoulders brushing, hands finding each other without thinking.
They were tired in the good way. The kind that came from joy.
Cotton candy still lingered sweet on Rin’s fingers. Takoyaki grease clung faintly to Goemon’s sleeve. And tucked under Rin’s arm was the ridiculous stuffed frog he had insisted on winning for her, even after she told him it was unnecessary.
“Do you really need that many tickets?” Rin teased, hugging the frog closer. “It’s bigger than my pillow.”
“I’m doing this for you,” Goemon replied, placing a hand over his chest as if sworn by honor. Then his grin turned wicked. “And maybe because cheating at festival games is still thrilling.”
Rin snorted. “You call that cheating. I call that being shameless.”
“Shamelessly devoted,” he corrected smoothly. “There’s a difference.”
She stopped walking for half a second, caught off guard. Then she poked his shoulder, cheeks warm. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know,” he said easily. “But you like it.”
She did. More than she ever admitted out loud.
The walk back was slow on purpose. They shared the last bite of a sweet bun, bickering over who deserved it more until Rin won by stealing it straight from his fingers. Goemon laughed, the sound low and fond, eyes never leaving her face.
Every touch felt charged. A brush of knuckles. Fingers lacing. The way his thumb traced slow circles on the back of her hand. It was familiar, comforting, and yet still dangerous in the way something precious always was.
By the time they reached their room, night had settled fully around them.
Rin kicked off her shoes and immediately flopped onto the bed, the stuffed frog tumbling beside her. She reached out and tugged Goemon closer by the sleeve.
“You’ve been smiling all night,” she said, tilting her head as she watched him. “It’s suspicious.”
“I’m allowed to smile at my girlfriend,” he replied, sitting beside her. “Especially when she looks like that.”
“Like what.”
“Like you belong right here.”
Something in his voice softened her. Rin shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. His arm came around her without hesitation, pulling her in, holding her like it was instinct rather than choice.
They talked quietly at first. About the rides. About how Rin screamed louder than the children. About how Goemon pretended not to be dizzy afterward even though she absolutely knew he was lying.
Laughter faded into silence.
The air changed.
Goemon’s fingers brushed her wrist. Once. Twice. Then they lingered, tracing along her skin like he was memorizing her all over again. Rin tilted her face up slightly, close enough to feel his breath, warm and steady.
“You’re tired,” she murmured.
“Not of you,” he replied, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Never of you.”
Her heart stuttered at the quiet certainty in his voice.
She shifted, straddling his lap slowly, deliberately, hands resting on his shoulders. “You’ve been teasing me since this afternoon,” Rin said softly. “I think it’s only fair you take responsibility.”
Goemon’s eyes darkened, heat flaring beneath that familiar playful glint. “Careful,” he warned, voice low. “You know I’m bad at restraint.”
“I know,” she whispered, leaning in.
The kiss was unhurried at first. Soft mouths learning each other again, like a ritual. Then it deepened. Fingers tightened. Breath hitched. Goemon’s hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left at all.
Everything else faded.
Time blurred into warmth and motion and whispered names. Into the way Goemon touched her like she was something precious and desperately wanted all at once. Into the way Rin clung to him, grounding him, reminding him that he was here, that this was real, that he was not alone anymore.
When it was over, the world felt hushed.
Rin lay against his chest, skin warm, limbs tangled. Her breathing slowed as the afterglow settled deep in her bones. Goemon cradled her carefully, one hand stroking her hair, the other resting protectively at her back.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Slow. Tender. Reverent.
It was nothing like the hunger from before. This kiss held everything else. Relief. Gratitude. Love heavy with history.
Rin smiled sleepily, eyes half closed. “That’s the kiss you give when you’re feeling emotional,” she murmured.
“Am I that obvious.”
“Very.”
He laughed softly, then kissed her forehead again, lingering. “I just keep thinking how lucky I am.”
She shifted, tilting her face up to look at him. “You don’t have to keep proving it.”
“I know,” he said. His thumb brushed under her eye, gentle. “I just want you to never doubt it.”
Her chest tightened. “I remember now,” Rin said quietly. “Everything. The pain. The waiting. And still… I’d choose you again.”
Goemon swallowed, emotion flashing raw across his face. He pulled her closer, forehead resting against hers. “Then we’ll carry it all together. Past, present, whatever comes next.”
She nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. “Always.”
He kissed her forehead one last time, slower than all the others, like sealing a vow.
Outside, the city slept. The past stayed quiet. And wrapped in each other’s warmth, Goemon held Rin as if the world could never take her from him again.
And for once, he believed it.
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