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This is a fluff fanfic, don’t be afraid to give me ideas of any more. Keeping the fandom alive because we can

Context: He’s so grumpy all the time, always mad about something. When you’re feeling generous, you decide to calm him down. Unlike most people, you can actually deal with his constant frenzies, which is probably why you two ended up together in the first place.

“Let! Me! Go!” Dan says, kicking his feet in the air as you carry him back to his apartment unfazed. He squirms and even tries to bite you, but you keep a tight hold on him and close the door behind you once you’re both back inside. When you set him down, he immediately throws his fists up into the air and yells. “BLASPHEMY! How dare you take me away from that abomination!” You nearly laugh, shrugging nonchalantly and looking for Mr Mumbles. “It’s a good thing to have space away from things that make you this fussy.” He stomps and blows up. “I AM! NOT! FUSSY!”

You hum to yourself and smile. “Sure you aren’t, Danny. It’s getting late, you shouldn’t be running around the world trying to find something to destroy Elise’s fridge.” Dan begins throwing things around his apartment, you catch some of them and put them back in their place. “It MUST be done! They are refusing to keep Mr Mumbles’ cat food in there while my fridge is broken! Those little rats do not deserve their food casket of reserved coldness, it needs to be plummeted to the underworld!”

“Tomorrow.”

“NOW!”

“Tomorrow.”

“NOW! NOW! NOW!”

“Pumpkin, you don’t have to do anything to their property. You can use my fridge.”

“That’s not the problem! I must take revenge if they think they can refuse Mr Mumbles! It is a mandatory action to discipline those monsters!”

“Shhhh, your neighbors are trying to sleep, don’t yell.” You put a hand gently over his mouth. He just continues ranting into your hand, shaking his arms in the air and stomping. You sigh and start petting his head. His continuous complaining slowly faded. There we go. Slowly, he starts unwillingly leaning into your touch and avoiding eye contact. You remove the hand from over his mouth and now he’s definitely quiet, just grumbling, wanting to complain about anything, Elise and Chris or you interrupting his fit, anything. But he couldn’t say anything when you did that, and you knew it.

“Calm down, sweetheart. How bout you go to bed and worry about it in the morning?” You whisper, still petting his head.

“Mm, but I don’t wanna..” He mumbles, still fuming, only much more softened.

“But you willll.” You boop him, which sets him off.

“You! will not boop m-“

Without letting him finish, you picked him up again and carried him to his bed. He struggles less this time, surprisingly enough. When you pull a fluffy blanket over him that you got him recently to replace his old, scratchy one, he already looks as cozy as anyone could be. He seems tuckered out now that he’s actually laying down and doesn’t have the strength to be as angry as he was before.

“Tomorrow?” You whisper.

“Mmm..” He grumbles in a dissatisfied tone, but clearly as a begrudgingly ‘yes’ when he pulls the blanket over his shoulders.

“There we Go. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You kiss him on the forehead, which makes his face turn a bit pink in the darkness. You have some sort of magic that makes him feel better whenever he’s angry. You’re so patient with him, which he’s still not used to. He feels… pampered. And you loved giving him that attention.

“Hmm.. are you gonna stay here?” He says quietly, his eyes already closed. Mr mumbles hops up onto the bed and immediately lays down at his knees.

“Of course I will. I’ll be right here.”

He turns his back to you so he can smile without you seeing. His mind feels fuzzy and his body feels warm as he falls asleep peacefully, Elise not entering his mind whatsoever.