I am so sorry this didn’t get put out sooner. I had it written and ready last week, but Tumblr somehow deleted it before it posted. Again, Dear Anon, I am very sorry.
Dick Grayson:
Of all his brothers, Dick is the funniest to see sleeping. You have a sneaking suspicion that his contorted sleeping positions are a result of his dreams. Whatever the cause, he is usually found practically unconscious, twisted into some strange position. Contrary to popular belief, he has a difficult time falling asleep on hard surfaces, or sitting upright.
Sharing the bed with you doesn’t change much. He has (surprisingly) only kicked or pushed you off the mattress a handful of times. He seems mindful of your existence for the most part. Even in his sleep, he would rather roll off the bed himself than kick or hit you unintentionally.
On his worst nights, though, he doesn’t end up twisted up like a pretzel. On his worst nights, he curls around you.
Jason Todd:
Jason sleeps normally sleeps on his side, with back pressed against something. Sometimes it’s the back of the couch, sometimes it’s the wall his bed sits against, sometimes it’s you. He sleeps lightly, with the exception of a night or two out of the week.
He sleeps best with you around. While you don’t always sleep wrapped around one another, it’s rare for him to sleep without touching you in some way. His sleep is least restless if when you lay on top of him, or if he falls asleep on your lap.
Something you learned early on is that he never sleeps properly without some kind of weapon within reach. He keeps a knife Ducktaped to the side of the mattress against the wall and a gun in the drawer of his nightstand, where you can’t accidentally hurt yourself or him if you bump it.
Tim Drake:
Tim doesn’t exactly have a sleep schedule, as we all know. He sleeps in spurts throughout the night, laying down and getting up several times. He sleeps heavily in his own bed for an hour or two, then gets up to continue his work for another few hours, before flopping back down on his mattress. He sleeps in whatever position he lands in.
This doesn’t change when you’re with him. The only difference you make is that he doesn’t leap onto the bed, for fear of landing on you or accidentally smacking you, but rolls on it. He still sleeps in however he sleeps, but he keeps skin-to-skin contact with you. Sometimes he has a hand on your back or your arm, sometimes his knee is pressed against you, sometimes one of his legs is draped haphazardly over yours.
His sleeping patterns woke you up the first few times you had stayed the night, but anymore, it doesn’t bother you a bit.
Damian Wayne:
Damian sleeps the lightest out of all his brothers. You know it’s due to the extensive training and all his years both with his grandfather and as a vigilante. As far as you can tell, you’re the only one so far who’s been able to slip into his room without waking him. He usually sleeps on his side or his back, and only with a weapon nearby. He took a cue from Jason, keeping a dagger under his pillow, and one of his favorite swords tucked between his bed and nightstand.
Your presence beside him affects his sleeping greatly. Depending on what has happened that day (weather either of you are concerned or feeling uneasy), he either sleeps harder than usual or somehow lighter. You suspect it’s out of protectiveness, something he is in no short of.
You’ve found that he sleeps best with white noise. If he doesn’t have something on, his mind overreacts to every little sound, searching for something that could be a danger. You prefer to leave on the radio, but the hosts’ voices have woken him up before, so you settle for voiceless instruments.
Yuu slammed the table and bolted up. “Wait?! What?! Why—?!”
“Did he break all his bones and die?”
“Shut up Shinoa—!”
Mitsuba raised her hand for a question. “May I jump in the pit as well? I’d like to finish the job, per say—.”
“Guys. Shut up.” Clearing his throat and with a definitive nod, Kimizuki waved along, “Continue, DM.”
Mika blinked until it was all quiet again. Then went ahead with the reconstruction of the board map.
“I can’t believe this,” Yuu grumbled into his hand, finally sinking back down onto the carpet in defeat. “Everyone’s gonna loot everything upstairs even though I did all the work.”
“You did nothing, Yuu-san. It was a team effort—and by team I mean moi—.”
“Alright shush everybody; Mika-kun’s done!”
Peering nervously over the folders, Mika struggled to breathe while everyone tried to prod and poke at the small ornate treasure chest just a couple of steps away from where Yuu’s figurine stood.
“That looks like you stole it from my sister’s dollhouse,” Kimizuki mumbled.
“I didn’t,” Mika sassed back. “I made it myself—anyway—.” He was going to glance up at Yuu to see if he was ready, but chickened out at the last minute when emerald eyes were already on him.
“You alone have fallen into a shallow pit. Lose ten damage.”
“What? Wtf?” Bitter, he grabbed his character sheet and scribbled reluctantly. “I’m a paladin. That shouldn’t hurt….”
All set again, Mika resumed.
“Darkness surrounds your vision and the only light source stems from an odd chest in front of you. It’s casting a mysterious green shadow, and the same green glow is seeping through its cracks.”
“Can I open it?” Yuu leaned forward for further immersion.
“…if you wish.”
Yuu lifted his figure to hobble it closer, and used its fist to knock on the mysterious box. “Am I gonna die if I open this?”
“Open it,” Shinoa suggested with a devious look. “Pussy.”
Yuu glowered at her while the others laughed.
“Is it locked?” Yuu asked the one behind the curtain.
“Yeah,” Mika replied simply.
“What’s it made out of?”
“Wood; but its bolts and lock are—.”
“Can I smash it open??”
“…yeah—?”
Abruptly, Yuu jumped to his feet. “I draw my sword and slash this thing up!” He then proceeded to act out the scene—using the nearby Yoichi as a visual representation for the chest. Everyone leapt to protect the cinnamon roll from danger, while Mika looked on, a creeping faintness overtaking him.
Giggling and play fighting subdued, Yuu flickered up at the blonde for confirmation, inquiring sharply, “So? What happened?”
“Well, the wood splintered open. Evidently the box was old.”
“Perfect.” Yuu reached and grabbed the chest to start fiddling with the plastic hatch. “I’m gonna clear it away enough so I can reach inside—.”
The lid popped open.
Mika pretended to be writing something down behind his folders.
“What’s this? A ring?”
“And a scroll, Yuu!” Mitsuba reached to grab it but Yuu beat her to it.
While Yuu preoccupied himself with unrolling the miniature homemade parchment, Mika could feel the others sneaking him suspicious gazes from the corner of their eyes.
“Read it out loud!” Shinoa suggested with a smirk, straight at Mika. “We all wanna hear—!”
“No!” Mika protested with a cracked yip. “Only…only Yuu-chan can read it. You guys aren’t in the pit anyway so you can’t know.”
Mitsuba covered her smile with a hand and the others tried to keep straight faces as they waited for Yuu to finish.
Mika, on the other hand, was sure this was how he was going to die. The lack of a pulse confirmed it, and he even began fancying the idea of death so as to ease his qualms.
Oh what he’d give to be anywhere else right now—but at the same time, oh how he’d rather be nowhere else but here. Right now. At this very second.
His eyes—no matter how much he was shivering or how fast his heart was racing and tumbling all around his brain—couldn’t leave the image before him. All those days and weeks and months and years agonizing over this very moment—it seemed like he was still dreaming.
There’s no way real life could be so wistful.
So…unjustifiably incredible.
Slowly, with eyes glued and still reading the tiny paper and fingers grasping the silver ring tight, Yuu stood up and shuffled around the table.
Mika keeled at the closing in. The proximity made his head spin so he stared at the brunette for balance and centering. He stopped right next to him, and never before had Mika encountered such curious intimacy with another human being.
It looked like his emerald eyes were bouncing over the end over and over and over again, clinging to that last sentence like a hopeful wish. (Maybe like it was too good to be true.)
Mika found his body scooting to face him properly. The sunflower intrinsically drawn to its sun.
Suddenly Yuu’s legs gave out under him and he staggered to the floor.
“Yuu-chan—!” Mika rushed to join him.
“You are such a…—!” Yuu waved his finger in his face, undecided what to do until squeezing his nose. “You…you…are…you know—!”
Petrified, the blonde hesitated life.
“You, you, are absolutely—AAAHHHHHHHH! I can’t believe—??!?!?” Yuu slammed his head into Mika’s shoulder, the bold contact taking both of their breaths away. “I…I…”
Out of the blue, it sounded like he was fighting off tears. Or senility. Either way, Mika rushed to hug his head, trying to pry it closer so he could kiss his forehead.
“Y-yes, Mika…”
Mika started tearing up too, holding Yuu’s already sappy face so that they could match. “Yes, Yuu-chan?”
“Of course yes!” Yuu rolled his eyes, lips pouncing onto the other’s with so much ardor that he tackled him to the ground.
The squad, overtaken by the brilliance yet ever supportive and celebrative of love, hollered and clapped like there was no tomorrow—serving to carve an otherworldly, and altogether enduring radiance about the happy couple as they wallowed in paradise.
During the wet seasons, the cave’s lake was almost always full and in bloom. It was wonderful to wade in and usually brought peace to all of its occupants. For the especially sore, it would be prescribed to float in the more shallow waters to help relieve tense muscles.
Plus, they were good for teaching small ones how to swim.
The day they hatched they were only the size of baseball, but now, a month later, they had already doubled in size. One boy, one girl, both very scaly and furry, they could squeak and growl and just barely mumble very small blurbs. They were the splitting image of their father, yet their fur was a similar tone to your hair, it was honestly amazing to see.
One remained on the banks while the other hopped onto an open lily pad with a triumphant squeak. You remained just beside this one, hands on the pad, twirling it gently so it spun. The baby- your baby- squealed and rolled around on the lily pad, eventually just lying down as it twirled around.
“Careful…” You look back over your shoulder at your mate- at Asra- as he knelt beside the water with the other baby. He was clung tight to his father’s tail as he floated just on the surface, not quite as adventurous as his sister. His soft, panicked squeaks called you closer- so you open your palms and catch him just as his panic rises too much.
It seems, just the touch of a parent was enough to calm him.
Asra hums and watches as the little one clung to your hands and slowly gripped better, moving up and perching onto your shoulders for better safety. Slowly, he too joins in the family swim time, hovering by your side as all three of you join the still lily-riding girl.
She seemed to have settled for a moment, eyes closed and cooing in a light snooze. The sound of her brother’s excited squeaking, though, woke her, and she hopped up with renewed energy, circling the lily pad with an energized romp.
Your mate took initiative this time, wading up and booping the pad with his nose, purring back at his daughter’s squealing. “Not so fast, you’ll fall in dear.” You give a soft laugh at the advice, especially so when your daughter squeaks back defensively and hops with even more raucous motions.
“She’s going to get in trouble with that hard-headed attitude,” you point out with a raised brow at the much bigger reptile. He nods in agreement and yet continues to playfully nudge the lily pad, making the small one squeak and hop with similar vivaciousness.
You didn’t think you’d find yourself in a situation like this, within a family of scaley, furry creatures, but you don’t doubt it either. You don’t think you could be any happier than you are now.
But now isn’t quite the time to be thinking back, since you’re little boy, with a newfound burst of curiosity, slid down your arm and beckoned you to join papa and sister.
hello here are a bunch of assorted dodoles for @brosura‘s beautiful pwomptis fic, which features prompto as a vERY GOOD DRAGON, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT :3ccc
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