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tonguetiedraven · 1 year

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Okay, so- I know you like bonrin, obviously, but I also know you like tatsuma and torako. I have a headcanon that maybe you could possibly write about? Ik you dont like writing fights or whatever but this can be like a minor dispute, not even a big deal. But I hc that Tatsuma calls Torako pet names when she's upset with him to try and get on her goodsidw, but the thing is Ryuuji also picked up on this habit so he ends up calling Rin sweetheart or smth else after Rin and him get in a little fight and Rin picks up on it?

I use this in stories sometimes (it has been all over Hot and Yeti) and I positively love the idea <3

— — — — —

“Sweetheart—”

Rin huffed and turned his head. He wasn’t going to melt this time.

“Please?”

Rin melted only a tiny bit. It could hardly even qualify as a melt.

“Sweetheart, please look at me?”

Rin turned his head the slightest bit.

“Honey, I’m sorry. I should have brought that up.”

“Yeah!” Rin crossed his arms tighter and glared off to the side again. He was not going to melt!

“Rin, love,” Rin went stiff as his body started to turn a little. That wasn’t playing fair. “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”

Rin turned back to Ryuuji and let his hands be grabbed. “Okay,” Rin sighed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Ryuuji said again, drawing him close and brushing a few strands of hair out of Rin’s eyes. Rin promptly melted.

It was, in all honesty, kind of a thing. Ryuuji had called Rin a lot of things over their relationship. Primarily moron and Okumura for the first portion, though monkey, dumbass, and idiot had also featured, all with varying degrees of fondness, until it was mostly Rin, and then sunshine had joined that, babe too, and Rin far preferred those mainly for the way Ryuuji said them.

But the other three…

Sweetheart was the most common, and Rin loved Ryuuji and was ecstatic with their relationship and loved far more about Ryuuji than he didn’t, but it sounded like something an old person would use.

(That didn’t stop it from making his heart go all swoopy and making him melt a little. He was someone’s sweetheart.)

Honey was a bit rarer, and it also sounded elderly and married-for-ages-like. Rin didn’t concentrate too much on how much he liked it and how much it made him feel like they were going to go the full distance.

Love was the rarest, and it only showed up after the other two. It should sound a bit silly and probably condescending, but it did not. It sounded sincere and always drew Rin’s attention and had his heart squeezing a bit.

Sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m still here, and warm arms around him as he sank into Ryuuji’s hug and tried not to cry.

Honey, we’re gonna figure it out. I know we will, and trusting that Ryuuji was going to put in the work and that they’d build something incredible together.

Love, I’m sorry, and believing Ryuuji was and working to fix it…

The other thing about the three names, was that they almost always only happened after an argument or a fright. They almost always happened when Ryuuji wanted Rin to forgive him or when Ryuuji was being gentle, and Rin was helpless to them and it was stupid, but he couldn’t help it and he retaliated with all the silly and sweet and creative names he could come up. (Some made Ryuuji laugh, some made him blush, some made him freeze as he tried to work them out before he rolled his eyes, some made him punch Rin, and some made him simply raise an eyebrow, and Rin loved all the reactions.)

But it was just those three, and it was just those moments, and it was just a strange little quirk of their relationship — not nearly as strange as other parts (things got weird when you were a half demon.)

Until Kyoto.

They were there for Christmas and New Years, again, and Rin was helping with the celebration dinner because Torako trusted him to help with the running of her inn, and Rin loved helping to create menus and it was always a fun challenge to create enough for everyone that wanted some.

Ryuuji was at the temple because Rin’s over achieving boyfriend had a hard time not working in some way when he was in Kyoto, and it would be an entirely normal and even happy moment, working in the kitchen with Torako, but it was kind of obvious Torako was upset about something.

She, much like Ryuuji, was all polite and smiles whenever Rin was looking at her or talking to her, but it was frowns when he wasn’t and even a scowl as she pulled a pan out a bit more noisily than necessary.

Rin gave her a wide berth like he’d give a grumpy Ryuuji and took on the more annoying tasks for the meal.

Tatsuma came as he was finishing up the plating for the grilled fish.

“Sweetheart?” He asked, and Rin found his eyes darting curiously towards the master of the Myōō Dharani. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No. And I’m sure there’s somewhere else you should be right now.”

Tatsuma left with a sigh and a “I’ll see you later, my love.”

It was darling when he brought her an after dinner drink, and dearest when he took all the dishes away. Peach for the flowers, and finally tiger for when he asked her out for a late night stroll. (Which she actually accepted, and they both came back giggly like middle schoolers.)

Rin watched it all with slowly widening eyes.

— —- — — —-

The thing was, they didn’t actually get in fights all that often. Despite both giving off the appearance of hot headedness, they got along and agreed far more often than not, and when they did get in a fight, they were both usually equally wrong, or Rin had done something reckless, so it took him a while to figure out his slowly evolving theory.

But when Ryuuji came home late (again) because of an assignment with Lewin, and he hadn’t called and he’d left Rin worried, Rin got an (unwelcome) chance to test his theory.

He’d loudly done the dishes so Ryuuji would know how unhappy he was (because even if it was missing and worrying about Ryuuji that had him mad, the grumpy anger wanted to make Ryuuji upset by not being around so he made a point to clean and fuss and hang out in any room but the room Ryuuji was in.) And he’d loudly made them lunch for the next day (so Ryuuji would know how lucky he was to have Rin and how badly he’d treated him.)

And as always, Ryuuji came into the kitchen silently and helped to put away the dishes (because stupidly tall boy didn’t have to climb the counter to reach the top cabinets) and silently wash down the stove, and Rin tried to leave with a huff only for Ryuuji to gently catch his hand with a sweetheart, I’m sorry.

“You should be,” Rin grumbled, and tried not to look like a curious cat as his attention shifted from being wronged to being curious.

“I know, honey. I’ll tell him I gotta be home on time tomorrow.”

Rin, now entirely in this thing, huffed (hopefully Ryuuji couldn’t tell the heat wasn’t there) and turned his head away.

“Love,” (and it wasn’t fair how much Rin could feel himself softening, and he wasn’t even mad now, just a bit scared and worried for Ryuuji who always overworked when things got intense and gave himself migraines) “It won’t happen like this again. I’ll call or at least text. I’ll let you know.”

Rin huffed again and tried to stand straight and not slump against Ryuuji’s warmth. He had to test this out, and really, Ryuuji could have called. Rin knew Lewin was a whirlwind and that keeping up with him was often all anyone could do, but really.

“Rin, please look at me.” Ryuuji said, and Rin did (he couldn’t help it when Ryuuji got that tone.) “Dear, I promise it—what?!”

Rin couldn’t help it. The cackle had broken free from his lips before he could possibly stop it, and he was wrapping Ryuuji up in the tightest sort of hug, lifting him up, and spinning them both around.

“You dork!” He laughed, and then kissed Ryuuji on his indignantly squawking mouth and hugged him all the tighter.

Later when they were cuddled up together under the blankets, Ryuuji asked what the laugh had been about (because he had an annoyingly impressive memory. At least until it came to calling Rin about being late for dinner, but Rin was going to forgive him that.)

“You know you dad does it?”

Ryuuji, who had been tracing his knuckles along Rin’s cheek in a gentle way, promptly drew back with alarmed confusion. “What?”

Rin simply pulled his boyfriend back in close. “The names. Do you even realize you do ‘em? You know, sweetheart and honey and love, and now dear apparently. Your dad does that with your ma.”

Ryuuji’s nose wrinkled. “What?”

Rin nodded sagely and tucked his head against Ryuuji’s shoulder. “Yep. He does them all to try and soften her back up.” Rin gave Ryuuji a playful grin and got a hand over his mouth before he could make a dirty joke.

“I—yeah, he does, but I—”

“Do the same thing,” Rin garbled behind Ryuuij’s hand. “It’s cute.”

“I’m not cute!”

Rin freed himself and shoved Ryuuji back against the bed. “Are too!” Then, with an enormous grin that had Ryuuji yelping and scrambling to cover his mouth again, (but not quickly enough,) “Darling!”

Ryuuji shoved him onto the floor, and Rin could just cackle on his way down. He loved this boy, silly sweet names and all.

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