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Lighter With Me Here

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A/N: I had this idea to write something fluffy and non-sexual with Mare giving Mad a nice bath because he's had a bad day... and ended up kind of projecting myself into this scenario.

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Mare wiggled his fingers under the stream of water, pulling away when the water was warm enough and plugging the tub. He pulled lavender bath soap from under the sink, adding it to the water before setting it aside, reaching for a sponge and a face towel.

Mad had returned home from his walk in a bad mood, skulking around the house with a frown on his face and eyes on the verge of tears. When cuddles by the fire and a new book didn’t lift his mood, Mare decided a warm and calming bath might help lift Mad’s spirits, carrying him to their room and starting the water running.

“Alright, love, up we get,” he whispered, gently lifting Mad to sit up, slowly removing his clothes before carrying him to the bathroom and setting him in the tub. He held Mad’s face in one hand, turning it so he could kiss Mad deeply before letting him go, putting the sponge into his hand and stepping back to undress.

“Why do you care so much?” Mad asked, not looking up from where he was methodically squeezing the sponge under the water, barely reacting as Mare climbed into the bath behind him, pulling him in close to rest his back against his chest. “Why do you work so hard to make me feel good?”

“Humans feel a lot of things,” Mare began quietly, slowly beginning to wipe down Mad with the face towel. “Despite the world promoting a positive mentality, there are a lot of people who feel down. It isn’t possible to completely heal from the down feelings, but there must be times when the feelings can be lifted enough to function.”

“But why me? What draws you to me to the point you’re willing to spend days with me when I don’t want anything to do with the world?” Mad insisted, blindly drawing shapes onto Mare’s thigh beneath the water as Mare carefully spread soap over him.

“Because you’re perfect for me,” Mare replied, giving Mad’s cheek a kiss before following it with a swipe of his thumb. “The riddle of my being is chaos, and you bring the right amount of order to keep things right. It breaks my heart to see you feeling so low that you’re barely speaking.”

Mad took a moment to consider Mare’s answer, leaning his head back against Mare’s shoulder and embracing his warmth. He closed his eyes with a sigh as Mare gently rinsed off the soap with the sponge, covering him with warm water that made him drowsy and less depressed.

“You’re trying not to answer with just a simple ‘I love you’, and I appreciate that,” he started, taking hold of one of Mare’s hands and lifting it to entwine their fingers together. “I love that you don’t try to completely lift my spirits, just lift them enough for me to talk again, and I’m grateful to be able to come home to you whenever something’s gone wrong.” He kissed the back of Mare’s hand before letting the drowsiness take over, resting against Mare’s body and sighing.

“Let’s get you dried off and clothed,” Mare chuckled, gently leaning Mad forward so he could get out of the tub, lifting Mad out after him and wrapping him in a fluffy towel. “People are wired differently, and I do worry sometimes that I might sound redundant if I keep justifying things with the simple ‘I love you’. I want to be able to remain that flutter in your heart whenever you think of me, your first thought in the morning and your last at night. Bad moods happen, and I just want to make those days the most comfortable for you.”

Mad listened to Mare’s words as he dried him off, picking at his fingernails as he blinked back tears. He sniffled when Mare dried off his hair, curling his toes in the bathroom mat to ground himself as he waited for Mare to dry himself, then curled into Mare’s chest as the musician carried him to the bed.

Mare dressed them in silence, waiting for Mad to initiate more conversation as he quietly slipped a fluffy sweater over his head. He held a glass of water to Mad’s lips, watching the scientist take a few gulps before setting the glass on the side table, helping Mad under the covers. Climbing in after him, Mare arranged the pillows so he could rest against the headboard with space for Mad to curl up against him if he wanted.

Mad immediately curled into Mare’s side, resting his head over his chest, laying his hand flat over his heart. Mare draped his arm over Mad’s shoulders, tracing patterns into his upper arm as he softly began to hum.

Breathe deep, I can feel you weep.

When the black clouds gather over your head,

I will be here to lull you to sleep.

I know things won’t magically disappear,

There is no cure for when life seems wrong.

I can offer my support, my love, wipe your tears,

Because maybe things will be lighter with me here.

His shirt was slowly getting soaked with Mad’s silent tears, but Mare didn’t care as he sang quietly, continuing to draw patterns into Mad’s arm while Mad took his free hand in his own, tangling their fingers together and holding tight. After some time, when the moon had risen high in the sky and the wet patch on Mare’s chest had gone ice cold, Mare closed his eyes to sleep, feeling Mad’s breathing become steady and deep, sleep finally granting him peace.

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Friendly reminder that fan-made content (fanart, fanfic, fanvids, etc) are:

extremely time consuming. Remember someone actually took time out of their life to create that, time they could’ve used to, idk, sleep, for example

entertainment you’re consuming for free. I can’t stress this enough: you’re enjoying someone else’s craft for free. You paid exactly zero money to look at/read/watch it.

S H A R E D  with you, not made for you. This is the most important point: someone created that, put it online and you found it. No one forced you to consume that fanwork, you C H O S E  to do it. 

Whenever you feel like leaving a mean comment, anonymous hate or make a ~clever post about how ‘lol look at all of these overused tropes every fic writer crams into their fics’ remember you’re being a dick to someone who shared their work with you. You’re not being funny, you’re not being edgy, you’re not being brave for calling something out - you’re being a dick.

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Got Cold

Mare finds Mad in bed with his cosiest, most oversized sweater.

Mad tells him he couldn’t sleep because he got cold, so he put on Mare’s sweater to warm up until Mare came in.

“You could have come to find me.”

“I-I was still half asleep…”

“You, my dear, are absolutely adorable.”

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I'm Not Sultry, But You Get the Hint

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A/N: @iamvegorott and I come up with some good writing ideas sometimes, like this one where Mad tries to be sultry, and Mare can't control himself.

Warnings: smut.

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Mad was curled in a corner of the couch, knees pulled to his chest as he watched Mare cooking in the kitchen. He was cold. His fingers itched to do something, read a book, write a story, cuddle something. The only thing his mind could focus on was the way Mare’s thin shirt conformed to the shape of his back muscles, moving so smoothly as he cut and stirred vegetables in a pot.

Climbing out of the couch, Mad pulled his sleeves over his hands before heading to the kitchen, standing in the doorway to watch Mare for a moment before clearing his throat, eyes raking down Mare’s form as the musician turned to face him.

��Hey, dear heart, you alright?” Mare offered Mad a smile, wiping sauce off his hands with the tea towel he had tucked into the waistband of his jeans. “I thought you were having a nap on the couch, did it get too cold? I can turn on the fire, if you—” Mare paused as Mad stepped forward, catching a glint in his eye that caused a shiver to run down his spine.

Mad bit his bottom lip, lifting his hands to Mare’s shirt and resting his palms over his chest, watching the rise and fall as Mare breathed. Releasing his lip, Mad slid his hands up to hook his fingers into the collar of Mare’s shirt, pulling gently to get Mare to lean down to his level, and before he could say anything—

Mare closed the gap between them, crashing his lips to Mad’s in a bruising kiss, hands finding Mad’s waist and giving it a squeeze before moving down to his hips, then his ass, kneading the flesh under his jeans before latching to the back of Mad’s thighs. Effortlessly and without breaking the kiss, Mare scooped Mad up, hooking his legs around his waist and supporting his ass, using his free hand to turn off the stove before carrying Mad to the bedroom.

“Mare!” Mad gasped as Mare practically tossed him onto the bed, mind going blank at the sight of Mare crawling onto the bed above him, eyes dark with lust and hunger, leaning down to catch him in another kiss as he slid his hands under Mad’s shirt, feeling his skin flutter beneath his fingers.

“You’re so cold,” Mare whispered, lips brushing Mad’s making his breathing stutter. “Let me warm you up.” Dipping his head down, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to Mad’s collarbones, running his tongue along the skin before gently sucking, creating a necklace of dark marks around Mad’s neck.

“M-Mare, please,” He held the back of Mare’s head with one hand, running his fingers through his hair, and with the other he fumbled with the button of Mare’s jeans, struggling to undress the musician as Mare rolled his thumbs in circles around his nipples. “Please, Mare…”

“I can never say no to you, love,” Mare said, kissing the bottom of Mad’s jaw before leaning back enough to remove his shirt, smiling as Mad froze, taking in Mare’s form with wide and glassy eyes. He flexed his arms a bit, giving Mad a show of the muscles he loved so much, then slowly pulled Mad’s shirt off, tossing it aside before settling between Mad’s spread legs, leaning down to continue making marks across Mad’s chest and stomach.

Mad gasped as Mare undid the button of his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down with lightning speed, pressing kisses and nipping into the soft flesh of his hips and inner thighs, brushing past his cock in a way that made his head spin. Mare paused his ministrations, resting his cheek against the inside of Mad’s thigh and looking up at him with big, falsely innocent eyes, offering a small smile when Mad’s face went red at the sight.

“Mare, please stop teasing,” Mad whined, dropping his head back against the pillows to avoid looking at Mare’s face so close to his cock. “Mare!” He moaned instead, jerking his hips when Mare swiftly sank his head down on Mad’s cock, encasing him in warmth and slowly beginning to bob his head, hands holding his hips down so he had control of the speed he went.

A glance down his body had Mad almost careening over the edge, seeing Mare’s lips stretched around his cock while looking at him with those same faux-innocent eyes made Mad want to explode, blush travelling down his chest. His toes curled as Mare swirled his tongue, pulling back almost completely before bobbing down again, managing a smirk when Mad gripped his hair.

“God, Mare, you’re so good at this, you feel amazing, so hot, I’m close, ah, Mare!” He kicked his feet a little when Mare pulled away completely just before he came, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout before tilting his head to watch Mare remove the rest of his own clothes and grab something from under the mattress.

“As much as I love tasting you,” Mare began, settling between Mad’s legs again and spreading lube on his fingers, “I enjoy the feel of you around me so much more. And if all goes well, maybe I’ll be able to taste you after all.” He latched his teeth onto Mad’s neck as he slipped two fingers in, knowing Mad was still relaxed from their activities the night before.

Mad’s only response was a low moan, eyes rolling back as Mare prepped him, clutching the bedsheets as he forced his hips to stay still, letting out a sharp breath when Mare added another finger, tilting his head to give the musician more access to his neck before whining as Mare removed his fingers. He opened bleary eyes to see Mare lining himself up, kneading his thighs before moving his hands up to grip his hips, and groaned as Mare slowly pushed in.

“Look at you,” Mare’s voice was low, slightly rough from having Mad’s cock in his mouth, and he looked at Mad laid out on the bed with both admiration and hunger in his eyes, rolling his hips a little before beginning to thrust, mapping every inch of Mad’s body with one hand while holding his hip still with the other. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

“Mare, Mare, please,” Mad panted, spreading his legs wider to encourage Mare to move faster, getting him deeper to hit the spot in him that made him see stars. He blindly reached up, searching for Mare’s shoulders to pull him into a messy kiss, running his hands down Mare’s arms to entangle their fingers, moaning again when Mare used that tangle to press his hands to the mattress by his head.

“I’m close,” Mare said against Mad’s cheek, moving faster at Mad’s tired yet enthusiastic nod. “We’ll finish together, then I’ll clean the mess from your stomach with my tongue, tasting you as well as filling you so completely…” he trailed off as he came, pushing in deep to fill Mad, feeling Mad tighten around him as he came as well.

After taking a breath, Mare pulled out, kissing his way down Mad’s chest before keeping to his promise, making sure Mad was clean before scooping him up into his arms, carrying him into the bathroom for a proper cleaning session.

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My Bodyguard

Some sketches from my bodyguard AU wherein Mad is a gay disaster and Mare is his bodyguard.

It’s a lot of fun writing Mad as a blushing mess whenever Mare enters the same room as him!

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Travel time period

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Ow my heart, then aww Mare’s the best, then yes, Mare mess those bullies up!

If you're still takings fluffy prompts, what about Natemare comforting Madpat? I'm thinking about someone being rude to him while he was out of their house, which makes him cry. Whether Mare is there at the moment or Mad comes home to him, is up to you :)

I got a liiiiiittle carried away XD ----------

It was fine. It was fine. Everything was fine.

You’re overthinking. You’re working yourself up. 

You are being so dramatic.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

You. Are. Fine.

Mad swore his eyes were going to melt from how much they burned. Tears had been threatening to form his entire walk home and each second he was losing that battle more and more. He kept scolding himself for this reaction, but he couldn’t stop as the words replayed in his head over and over again.

Some of those words were so much harsher than others. Digging deep into who he was as a person, things he couldn’t change about himself, and it all hurt so much but like hell he was going to let them see him cry. 

Mad wished he would have gotten angry, would have pulled out his mallet, and lashed out. None of them would last against him, he’d knocked them all out so easily…

But his heart ached too much for violence. 

Hearing the clicking of the door seemed to be Mad's final straw, breaking what little restraint he had left and he was down.

Mad curled up into a ball in front of the door, hugging his knees as he started sobbing heavily. He had no choice in how loud his cry was, how he gasped for air between tears, his face getting hot and almost feeling like he was suffocating from burying it with his arms and legs yet he couldn’t pull away. 

“Mad? Is that you?” Mare asked as he made his way through the house. “Mad?” He quickly went over to Mad and crouched down. “Starlight, are you okay?” Mare rubbed at Mad’s arms, hoping to coax him out of the ball so he could breathe better. He wasn’t expecting Mad to come home upset. He had gone to the library, he was always happy when he came home from the library but here he was crying his heart out with no books. “Mad?” Mare did manage to get Mad to uncurl just enough to see his face, his own heart aching at the sight of Mad’s red face, puffy eyes, and tears rolling down his cheeks. “What happened?”

“There was…there was an event.” Mad sniffed.

“An event?” Mare was thankful that Mad was already breathing a bit more evenly so he could speak. 

“An author was there. I didn’t know them but I-I like hearing authors talk about their work and I…I got too excited and some other people saw me and they said-they called me-they...” Mad’s voice trailed off as a new wave of tears hit. 

“Come here, starlight. It’s okay.” Mare gently guided Mad to move over to him and wrapped his arms around him, getting him to stand as well. Once on his feet and feeling much safer in Mare’s arms, Mad whispered into Mare’s ear about what he had been called. Mare froze for a second, eyes darkening with anger but he shoved that down in favor of comforting Mad, not needing him to feel that emotion from him at that moment. “How about we make a coffee and call it a day?”

“Can we watch a movie instead?” Mad asked. 

“We can watch as many movies as you want,” Mare said, keeping an arm around Mad as he walked them out of the living room and to their bedroom. Mad had to be feeling terrible if he didn’t want coffee.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Mad voice was soft, eyes now half-closed and showing how much this wore him out. Mare had a feeling he wouldn’t stay awake for one movie, let alone several. 

“I’ll get everything set up.” Mare watched as Mad emptied his pockets before going into the connected bathroom. He was likely going to splash some cold water on his face to help get rid of that, as Mad would describe it, ‘gross feeling in his eyes’ after having strong emotions. Mare never questioned that since it always helped in the recovery process. 

The bathroom sink was running when Mad’s phone started buzzing and Mare saw that it was the library calling and he decided to answer it himself. 

“This is Mare.” Mare introduced himself by name, knowing that most of the librarians who knew Mad also knew that Mare was his boyfriend. He nodded along to what the librarian said, their apology for what Mad went through and they made promises that there would be consequences for the ones that insulted Mad. “Thank you. I appreciate that and I know Mad will as well. By chance, does your library have security cameras? It’s just a reassurance thing for me.” Mare added a charming chuckle and nodded again as he got his answer. “Thank you again. I’ll be sure to fill Mad in on everything. You all have a lovely evening.” He waited for the librarian’s farewell before hanging up. 

Mare ran his tongue over his teeth, glaring at the ground as he ran an idea through his head. He cracked his knuckles to have his magic go, using it to multitask and set everything up in the room for Mad’s soon return. Mare kicked his shoes off and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a focused breath as he kept his magic going, moving around the room in a thick purple mist. 

“Mare?” Mad asked from the opened bathroom door, a confused tilt to his head since he had felt some of Mare’s anger again and wasn’t expecting to see Mare’s magic. 

“I got impatient.” Mare chuckled and with another breath, the mist was gone. 

“Did you get cold?” Mad pointed to the sweater that rested on Mare’s lap.

“Nope. This is for you.” Mare stood up and handed Mad the sweater and a closer look let Mad see that it was one of Mare’s oversized ones, one of his favorites to steal. “I’m going to take a turn in the bathroom, you get changed and comfortable in the bed. You can start the movie as well.” 

“Thank you, Mare.” Mad kissed Mare’s cheek. 

“Anything for you, starlight.” Mare held Mad’s face with a hand and kissed him in return. “I’ll be right back.” He spoke against Mad’s lips. 

“Okay.” Mad hummed happily and had a light smile when Mare pulled away. 

Mare slipped into the bathroom and by the time he was out, Mad was tucked under the covers, hugging Mare’s pillow and half-asleep as he watched the movie. He looked so precious, the sweater being too large for him, how he nuzzled his head against the pillow, and how his eyes lit up a bit when he saw Mare. 

“I am too weak for this man.” Mare joked to himself when Mad put the pillow back and held an arm out to Mare, silently asking him to get into the bed. It wasn’t that hard for Mad to convince Mare to do most things. Kicking his shoes off and sliding under the covers, Mare wrapped his arm around Mad once more as Mad moved to rest his head on his chest, relaxing almost instantly. Mare ran his fingers through Mad’s hair, letting him rest, and wasn’t shocked at seeing Mad’s breathing getting slower and deeper the longer they lay together. 

When Mare was sure that Mad was fully out of it, he reached over for his phone, sending a quick text to Anti and Phantom for them to meet up later to help him with a ‘job’.

He was going to make those fuckers pay.

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In the Ridiculous Hours of the Morning, I'll Tell You I Love You

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A/N: This stemmed from a fluffy idea that was created last night when @iamvegorott showed me a cute tiktok, then it got out of hand and became a cute sleepy fic.

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Pulling a well-worn sweater over his head, Mare climbed out of bed and down the hall in search of Mad. He forced his fingers to card through his unruly hair, having been sleeping before realising Mad had never come to bed. A glance at the clock told him it was an unreasonable hour in the morning, and he groaned as he made his way down the hall.

Mad’s empty lab told him the scientist was most likely in the library, so he moved bleary-eyed to the door opposite the bedroom. Suppressing a yawn, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside, preparing to reprimand Mad for being awake so late.

The sight that greeted him was Mad curled up in the egg chair, a thick blanket tucked around his waist and a large book in his lap. Moonlight shone through the window, casting a pale glow over Mad’s hair, obscuring his face in shadow as he hunched forward over the tome. As Mare moved closer, he could hear the soft breaths of Mad, telling him that the scientist had fallen asleep.

Mare let out his breath, smiling fondly at Mad, then quietly took the book off his lap, setting it on the small table beside the chair with a bookmark to hold the page. Tilting his head to look at Mad, he shook out his tired arms and gently scooped him up, holding him close as he stirred.

“Wha-Mare, I was reading!” Mad protested, squirming in Mare’s hold with a blush and a pout. Mare in turn held him tighter, pressing his face into the crook of Mad’s neck and turning to walk out of the library.

“No, you weren’t,” Mare chuckled, adjusting his grip on Mad so he could close the library door. “From the pattern of your breathing, you’d been sleeping there a few hours. Besides, I was lonely,” he added as he set Mad down on the bed, crouching to help remove his sweatpants.

“I’m sorry,” Mad murmured, stepping out of his pants and letting Mare manoeuvre him to lay down under the blankets. “I thought I’d read a few chapters before coming to bed, I didn’t realise how the time had gone.”

Mare climbed into bed behind him, snaking an arm around his waist to turn him over, moving his hand to cup Mad’s cheek. He offered Mad a small smile before leaning forward to catch him in a kiss, lips molding to Mad’s with practiced ease, making him forget his guilt in favour of chasing Mare’s touch.

“We have books in here for you to read when you can’t sleep,” Mare whispered when he pulled away, resting his forehead against Mad’s. “There’s a reading lamp for you; you don’t need to leave the bed. I don’t enjoy waking up alone in the middle of the night,” he finished, brushing a thumb across Mad’s cheekbone before moving away, resting his head on the pillow and watching Mad with tired eyes.

“Tomorrow, I’ll find some more books to put in here,” Mad promised, curling up against Mare’s chest and trailing his fingers across Mare’s arm. “I didn’t mean to worry you. You know I love you, Mare.”

“I love you, too, dearest,” Mare mumbled, closing his eyes now that Mad was beside him. “Go to sleep, I’ll make your favourite for brunch.” Smiling at Mad’s happy hum, he began to run his fingers through Mad’s hair, and they were both fast asleep in minutes.

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Watching the Creators in Fashion stream and was reminded of the TTRPG that got me into TTRPGs, KOllOK.

And now I just really want to either rewatch KOllOK or get my hands on some merch, but... they've disappeared from any online shops.

So now I'm sad, but reminded that somewhere is a little sketch design I did for Ro, so maybe I could crochet the characters someday...

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One Again, With Feeling

This collection of lines from the Taylor Swift song ‘How Did It End?’ absolutely crush my soul.

So, I give you MadMare enacting those lines to make you all crushed as well.

My beloved ghost and me, Sitting in a tree, D-Y-I-N-G

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Dressed Up

Jackie in a suit from the fic I posted this afternoon.

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Compliments and Cuddles

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A/N: @iamvegorott and I keep hitting each other with compliments, and it made me want to write some MadMare fluff.

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I stand in the doorway,

Watching you experiment all day,

And I stop to ponder:

Can you be any more of a wonder?

Mare smiled as he leaned over the kitchen counter, reaching across to tap the tip of Mad’s nose with his finger. Mad squeaked at the contact, face flushing brightly before he covered it with his hands, sleeves of his sweater flopping over the tips of his fingers.

“I’m not a wonder,” he muttered, muffled behind his hands.

“You’re far better than a wonder,” Mare chuckled, moving around the counter to embrace Mad from behind, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “You’re the best thing to ever grace this world, and the greatest thing since.”

“Mare!” Mad protested weakly, leaning into Mare’s hold anyway. “No more compliments, please.”

“Never,” Mare laughed, tilting his head to kiss Mad’s cheek.

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I watch the fabric drape over your back,

Covering the planes of muscles you don’t lack.

I love to feel your arms around me,

Nestled in your chest is where I want to be.

Mad climbed into Mare’s lap, distracting him from his composition as he curled up to rest his head against the musician’s chest. With a pleased sigh, Mare wrapped his arms around Mad’s shoulders, holding him close and pressing his nose into his hair.

“What’s this about, dear heart?” Mare asked softly, feeling Mad nuzzle into his chest with a happy hum. “Is something wrong? Nightmare?”

“No,” Mad’s voice was muffled, but Mare heard him anyway. “I just wanted you to hold me. Wanted cuddles. You’re warm, and your arms are strong and safe.” His voice trailed off as he slowly fell asleep, oblivious to the blush creeping across Mare’s cheeks.

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You mumble to yourself when you read,

Inconsequential thoughts and things you need.

I wish I could get lost in your imagination,

And show you the full extent of my devotion.

Mad looked up from his novel to see Mare leaning against the shelves beside him, watching him with a lovestruck smile. Tucking a bookmark into his book, Mad set it aside before looking at Mare, setting his hands in his lap.

“Hi,” he said quietly, watching as Mare pushed off the shelf and moved to sit beside him in the beanbag chair. The second Mare draped an arm across his shoulders, Mad leaned into his side, taking hold of his free hand to trace the veins running beneath the skin.

“What were you reading?” Mare’s voice was soft, a low timbre that made a shiver run down Mad’s spine, lifting his head to nose against Mare’s jaw. “Was it interesting?” Mare tilted his head to the side, giving Mad more access to his neck, smiling with a small chuckle when Mad started peppering kisses along it.

“A fantasy novel,” Mad replied sleepily, moving his head back down to rest his cheek on Mare’s chest. “Magic and swordfights, a prince in disguise. One of my favourites. Is it time for bed?” He asked, looking up at Mare with glassy eyes, lifting a hand to run his fingers along the dimple beside his mouth.

“We can go to bed,” Mare replied, scooping Mad up and carrying him to their bedroom. “But I want to hear more about this fantasy world that you love so much.”

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In his eyes I see the entire world,

Everything I ever wanted, safely held.

By his side I know I’m safe,

Encased in his arms, a warm embrace.

If harm befell me, taking my senses slowly,

I’d beg to lose sight and hearing last:

His voice and his eyes consume my whole heart.

“I love you, piano man,” Mad slurred as he leaned over the table at Phantom’s bar, boneless in the booth beside Mare. “I love the sound of your voice. You’re so creative, and so strong, and your eyes are these pools of lavender that I want to get lost in.”

“He’s drunk,” Phantom stated, ignoring Mad’s whines of protest as he took away his drink. “How much did you let him have?” He asked his brother, waving a hand at the slurring and glassy-eyed man beside him.

“He can’t hold his drink,” Mare dismissed. “I let him have a few sips of my drink, and now he’s a complimenting mess. I’ll take him home in a minute,” he added as he snaked an arm around Mad’s waist, pulling him to lean into his side, tilting his head to allow Mad to kiss his cheek.

“You really love this kid, don’t you?” Phantom asked with a sigh, smiling despite his bored tone.

“I adore and admire him,” Mare replied with a loving smile at Mad. “He’s my entire world.”

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Your Satisfaction, Guaranteed

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A/N: Jackie got dressed up for an event, and Phantom has a hard time keeping his hands off him. Watch this space, because I'll draw Jackie all dressed up later.

Warnings: Smut.

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It was rare for Jackie to get dressed up, opting for comfort over aesthetic, but tonight had been one of those “important” nights where Dark had a meeting with Night about something or other at Phantom’s bar, and so Jackie had decided to dress up a little.

Donning a black button-down shirt with a red vest, he’d caught Phantom’s breath the moment he stepped out of the closet. His usual trackpants had been replaced with a simple pair of black slacks, and his usually unruly hair had been combed back, making him look like a complete meal for Phantom. He’d even opted for his glasses instead of contacts, making his boyfriend almost pass out from the look.

It had been hard to focus on work when Phantom was constantly struggling to keep his hands off Jackie, pulling him into the office several times for heavy make-out sessions that left one or the other of them slightly dishevelled. Jackie would admit that he did enjoy the soft feeling of the shirt he’d bought, thanking Mad over text for recommending that specific fabric.

When they got home, Phantom all but tore Jackie’s hoodie off to get his hands on his vest, pushing him against the closing front door to kiss and nip at his neck. Jackie let out a soft chuckle, holding Phantom’s hips as he tried to press closer, before he simply lifted Phantom and carried him to their bedroom, setting him back on his feet to kiss him more.

“You look so hot right now,” Phantom said against Jackie’s lips, fingers tucking into the gap between Jackie’s shirt and his vest as his other hand moved to palm him through his slacks. “You have no idea how much I wanted to just jump you at the bar, have you mark me as yours in front of everybody.”

“Phan…” Jackie gasped, hips bucking into Phantom’s hand as he squeezed his waist, walking him backward toward the bed.

“God, you’re so hot in this shirt and vest,” Phantom continued, cutting off with a huff as Jackie pushed him onto the bed, scrabbling onto his knees to get his hands on Jackie’s arms, feeling the muscles flexing beneath the soft fabric. “Look at you, all dressed up, and your hair, and god, the glasses, I thought I was going to die.”

Jackie hummed as Phantom rambled, lifting his hands to undo Phantom’s tie, setting it aside before moving to unbutton the vest, getting the barman out of his clothes in record time, mouth latching to his collarbone to suck dark marks into the skin.

“All that muscle, hidden beneath the baggy hoodies, and you let them out tonight,” Phantom gasped, hips jerking when Jackie let out a low breath against his cock, having pushed him onto his back while he was running hungry fingers over Jackie’s form. “The way the shirt is straining over your body, and the vest catching the shape of your waist so perfectly, ah—”

Jackie smirked around the cock in his mouth as Phantom moaned, slowly bobbing his head as he reached down to undo his own pants, palming himself before pulling away. Phantom’s whine turned into a sharp inhale as Jackie effortlessly shifted him further up the bed, crawling over him to catch him in a kiss before Phantom flipped them, straddling his hips and reaching back for his tie.

“I want you to feel what this look has done to me,” Phantom whispered against Jackie’s ear, carefully tying the fabric over Jackie’s eyes before running fingers through his hair, brushing his lips over his ears and smirking at Jackie’s shuddering breath. “I want you to remember this feeling every time you wear this outfit.”

Sitting back, Phantom adjusted so Jackie’s cock was nestled between his ass cheeks, gently rocking his hips before running his hands up Jackie’s body, slipping his fingers under the shirt and vest to feel the bare skin covering his muscles. He could feel Jackie’s breath stuttering, hands finding their place on Phantom’s hips to hold him still as he bucked his hips, and Phantom slowly moved his hands to undo the buttons of Jackie’s remaining clothes, opening them just enough to see the pale skin hidden beneath.

With the blindfold, everything was so much better for Jackie, the sensations against his cock making him hiss and moan as Phantom continued to touch him, feeling a tingling follow every trail his fingers made. The plushness of Phantom’s thighs felt softer without his sight, fingers digging into the flesh as he moved his hips, desperately trying to bury himself in Phantom’s warmth, but falling just short every time.

“Mm, Jackie, I’m going to need a reason to see you dressed up again soon,” Phantom taunted, leaning back and moaning when Jackie’s cock teased at his entrance. “I need to see those muscles in action under that shirt more often, show you how well you could ruin me with just a look.” With a snap of his fingers, he had lube running down his thighs, coating Jackie’s cock and slicking up his hole, still loose from some fun in the shower before the event.

“Phantom…” Jackie groaned as Phantom slowly sank down onto him, squeezing at his chest with both hands as he got adjusted. Jackie moved his hands to grip the backs of Phantom’s thighs, holding him tightly enough that there would surely be bruises in the morning.

“Jackie,” Phantom sang, leaning forward enough to have Jackie’s cock start to slip out of him. He reached around to untie the blindfold, pressing his lips to the hero’s ears with a smile. “I want you to destroy me.”

As if a switch had been flipped, Jackie’s grip on Phantom’s thighs grew impossibly tight, flipping them over before starting to thrust hard and deep, shirt falling off his shoulders restricted by the vest, leaning down to bite at Phantom’s jaw.

Phantom moaned loudly as Jackie moved, reaching around to splay his hands across the planes of Jackie’s back under the shirt, feeling his muscles move as he held him tightly. He spread his legs further, arching his back to give Jackie a better angle, and he practically screamed as that made Jackie hit the perfect spot inside him.

He clawed at Jackie’s back as he came, covering their stomachs in mess, whimpering as Jackie continued to thrust, kissing him messily before he came as well, filling Phantom with warmth that had him sighing in satisfaction.

Pulling out, Jackie tossed his remaining clothing aside, grabbing a pack of wipes from the bedside drawer and cleaning them both off. Throwing the wipe haphazardly in the direction of the bedroom bin, he flopped onto the bed beside Phantom, scooping the blissed barman into his arms and pressing kisses to the back of his neck.

“You need to dress formal more often,” Phantom murmured, turning in Jackie’s grasp so they were facing each other. “I love you, hero-man.”

“Love you, too, sunshine,” Jackie replied, kissing Phantom’s forehead before closing his eyes, holding him close as they both fell asleep.

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My Bodyguard, Chapter 2

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Chapter 1

A/N: Back with more of the Bodyguard AU! Setting up for a fun event in the next chapter.

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“You are a gay disaster,” Jackie stated, pointing a spoon at Mad with a smirk. “Maybe I should have asked the company to send their second-hottest bodyguard to look after you.” He threw his head back in a laugh when Mad flushed bright red, slapping weakly at Jackie’s arms with embarrassed squeaks.

“I swear, if I find out you specifically asked for that—”

“It’s unprofessional to assign bodyguards by physical or aesthetic appearance,” Mare interrupted, strolling into the kitchen while adjusting his watch on his wrist, sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing the muscles of his forearms. “The academy makes assignments based on severity and danger level of the target. I was assigned because I’m one of the best at protecting well-known individuals.”

“And I’m grateful that you took this job,” Jackie said, wiping tears of laughter from his eye. “Though one of the best implies you aren’t the best, doesn’t it, Mad?” He nudged the scientist, grin widening at Mad’s squeak as he tore his gaze from Mare’s arms.

“He’s-uh-um, yeah, true,” he spluttered, failing to hide his blush behind the large mug of coffee in his hand. “Best or not, though, I am har-happy to have you here,” Mad coughed into his hand, turning away from Mare to glare at Jackie.

“Oh, right, Mad, you’ve got that thing tonight, don’t you?” Jackie asked, suddenly standing upright and pointing to the calendar on the fridge, where the words ‘stupid science dinner’ had been written across the square for the day. “Have you got your things sorted for it?”

“I have my blueprints and notes, yes,” Mad said, patiently nodding as Jackie slowly mouthed his words back to him. “The prototype stays here, and you’re scheduled to pick up my suit this afternoon. I’ll spend the day in the lab making my final tweaks and observations.”

Mare listened to Mad’s words closely, making mental notes of the key events in the day before he checked his watch to sync to the time of the dinner. The conversation had helped Mad to relax, the flush on his face beginning to fade as he mumbled equations to himself.

“I’ll be accompanying you to the dinner,” Mare announced, causing Mad’s face to flush again. “It’s an event where you will be out of your house, therefore I need to be there to protect you. I’ll get details from Jackie on when to collect you from your lab, and I’ll be in the car with you the entire trip there.”

“Mad has a driver,” Jackie supplied, ignoring the elbow jabbing into his side. “They’ll come and pick him up at half past four, which will get him to the dinner by six. He’ll need to be ready by then, and you can just wake him up if he falls asleep before the driver arrives.”

“I’m going to check on my samples,” Mad blurted before Jackie could say anything else, taking his mug and locking himself in his lab.

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Mad grumbled to himself as he fiddled with his equipment, making notes as he observed the mutations of the gene sample beneath the microscope. Finally getting time on his own, he’d slapped his face several times to stop his flush before busying himself in his work.

A yawn interrupted his quite rant, and he noted the changes to the samples before closing his book. A glance at the time told him he could afford a short nap, so he laid down in the cot in the corner and closed his eyes.

There was warmth over his form, comforting and encasing, making him smile softly as he rolled over. His nose twitched at the acrid scent of burning chemicals, making his eyes snap open to see the lab in flames, orange tongues climbing the walls, the crackling mixing with shattering of vials and glass, and suddenly Mad was being held by someone.

His notes were in the hands of strangers, people who were scavenging the lab for all of his most prized research, and the person holding him back was breathing down his neck, wet breath hot against his skin with laughter, and Mad wanted to scream but something was covering his mouth and he just needed to—

“Breathe, Mad,” That was Mare’s voice. Those were Mare’s hands holding his upper arms, gently shaking him awake. “Deep breaths, come on, you can do it. In, out, in again, there we go. You’re alright, you’re safe. Open your eyes.”

Slowly, Mad opened his eyes to see his lab still in pristine condition, not a flame to be seen. The pounding of his heart echoed in his ears, quiet against the soothing timbre of Mare’s voice, gently soothing him as he was brought out of his nightmare.

“M-Mare, there was fire, and I couldn’t-I couldn’t speak…” His voice was hoarse, rough from screaming, and it cracked as Mad’s fear finally erupted into hysterical tears, holding onto Mare’s arms for support and finding solace in how warm and large Mare was.

“It’s alright,” Mare soothed, ducking his head to look into Mad’s eyes. “It was just a nightmare. You’re alright, your lab’s alright, see? Perfectly fine. Look at the ceiling: those spigots are a fire system; the moment it senses smoke, it’ll set off the sprinkler system, completely dousing the fire. The only entrance is through the hall door, which is triple-bolted for your safety. You’re fine.”

“Is it time for the dinner?” Mad asked quietly, looking away to avoid the pull that was calling him to lean forward and close the gap between himself and Mare. “I-I need to get dressed, I can’t remember where I put the blueprints, I must look terrible, I—”

“You’ve got time,” Mare interrupted, moving away from Mad. “Your nightmare woke you earlier than needed, so you’ve got time to get cleaned up. Jackie came back with your suit a few minutes ago, and I can look for your things while you get ready.”

Mad swallowed thickly, chewing on his bottom lip before giving a small nod, ignoring his yearning to have Mare’s hands on him again. Slowly he got up, leaving the lab to get dressed, while Mare stood and began to look in the lab for Mad’s things.

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The Pain’s Only Temporary

…because it’s replaced with a furious need to destroy enemies.

AU where Phantom’s powers get a boost because Jackie got killed, and he starts delving into necromancy like his twin out of heartbreak

He and Mare would be a force to be reckoned with, I’m sure.

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