(Reqs Closed!) Lupin III x Reader One Shots

Fujiko x Reader: Hum of the Engine

--Author's Note: I got a request from a user (who wishes to remain anonymous through DM) for Fujiko and a reader in a preestablished relationship, so here it is! To Anon, I hope you like this story. I loved writing Fujiko! (Who am I kidding, I love writing all of 'em!) But, uh, hehe, I made it a little too sappy, but it's not too OOC I think. Hopefully you enjoy! 

Also, yes! I've been seriously considering a second part to the last story... So stay tuned! ;P --

Standing on the street, you patiently waited for your girlfriend to enter the scene. You'd texted her about losing your ride home about 15 minutes ago, and, as usual, she wasn't the most punctual. It was one of her habits, really; she couldn't help showing up at the last minute when she was needed most.

You looked up at the darkening sky. It had to be around 6 p.m. now, and the stale, humid air was lingering around your face, making it hard to enjoy the sunset. Clouds drifted in overhead, making you worry about the rain. You didn't have a coat or anything, and you'd rather not be dragged home with soaked clothing.

The screech of tires broke you from your concentration on the sky above. Finally, here she was! The sweetest, smartest, most talented girl you knew... If you had a tight grip on your valuables and didn't mind betrayal, of course.

It was funny, and a fact her other cohorts seemed to bring up often. For all the lies and cheats, she never seemed intent on hurting you. Maybe it had something to do with you not being anywhere close to the thievery lifestyle, but maybe it was her way of showing affection?

She kicked down the bikestand, lifting off her helmet to regard you with her usual smug grin. "Excuse me, I believe I'm here to pick up the prized jewel of the town?"

You wrinkled your nose at her remark, giggling. "Maybe you should leave the verbal seduction to others."

You turned your attention to the motorcycle itself, a little uncertain. Despite being with her for an amount of time and knowing full well it was her most common mode of transport, you'd never actually ridden it. It wasn't your fault you feared an unprotected machine that could go a mile a minute! And Fujiko drove the damn thing like it was made of titanium, as if she didn't fear mortality so long as she had her hands wrapped around the handles.

Fujiko caught on quickly. "Honey, don't tell me you're afraid!" Her sugary tone had an unmistakable layer of teasing sarcasm.

"N-No! I can do it!" You lifted a leg to enter, but hesitated. "You have another helmet, right?"

She laughed and tossed it back to you, with you barely catching it in your sweaty palms. "Is this gonna be enough in case we... Um... Crash?"

She shook her head, pouting her lips at you in fake concern. "Oh, poor thing. You just assume the worst of me!" Her pout morphed into another smile as she tapped your nose. "If we crash, I'll return everything I'm hiding in your apartment. That's a promise."

Still nervous, you swung your legs around the bike, plotting yourself on the elongated seat behind her. You lifted the helmet above your head. "I still-- Wait, the what you're hiding where?"

"You might want to hold on." The helmet came down fast.

You scrambled to cling to her, the humidity combining with her leather suit making for an unpleasant texture. Still, you held your head as close to her back as the bulky helmet would allow, and nodded.

You forced your eyes shut, holding her tighter as you felt her legs lift off the floor. With little more warning, you were on the move.

Ducking closer to her body, you felt her hair wave above your head. She clearly adored the ride, but you felt her stomach rise quickly, as if she'd inhaled for a big sigh. Did you dare open your eyes? Did you dare come face to face with the exact thing you'd been scared of this whole time?

You opened a single eye, still nuzzled against her side.

Through the lense of the helmet, you watched in awe as colors swirled together around you. It was overwhelming and calming at once, watching formally boring street lights melt into streaks of white and yellow. The sunset remained stationary, acting as a perfect backdrop to the scene.

Even with the helmet, you could hear how loud everything was. The way the bike went against the wind might have been part of it, and the rustle of trees and bustle of traffic. You could barely hear anything above the engine, but in a strange way, it was calming.

It was still easily terrifying. You knew it sounded silly for someone so close to Fujiko to say it, but just because you and her had been on your fair share of dates didn't mean you accompanied her during work hours. She'd shared plenty of near-death stories with you, and you liked them as that; stories, things you only heard of and didn't go through.

But... Being with her, just being able to feel the warmth radiating off of her, knowing that sly face was sporting a sincere, contented grin without even having to look at her... It definitely lessened the blow.

The bike stopped suddenly, and you looked up to her in confusion. She could barely make out your features through the shade of the helmet, but she could see right through it, it seemed. "You're not off scot-free yet. It's just a stoplight."

You laughed. "Our first one?"

"I do hope you aren't implying I was running the others," she smiled innocently, hamming it up. It only served to make you laugh harder, until she hit the gas again, immediately cutting your laughter short to readjust your arms for better security on her.

She laughed back at the contact, a sound that jingled through the air. It wasn't loud, but you could still hear it crystal clear above the wind, trees, cars, even the motorcycle itself. You felt your face flush.

The rest of the ride seemed to end in a blink. She simply stopped, and when you looked around, you recognized your building. You took off the borrowed helmet to absorb the scene better, confirming it was, in fact, your home. "Just how fast were you going?" you asked as she got off the bike.

"Don't worry about little details like that!" She took the helmet from you, giving you a light kiss in the process. As she backed away, she gave you with a smirk. "How horrifying was it?"

"Actually..." you admitted.

She shook her head. "I told you it was nothing to be afraid of. You need to get used to more extreme situations, sweetie!"

You pulled yourself off the seat, relieved to have your feet touch solid ground, but also... Slightly missing the thrill of speed.

As you joined Fujiko on the brief walk to your home, you thought over her words. She was right. You could stand to live a little, couldn't you? And this was a fine way to start.