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77. “Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

(Here’s the fluff XD) ------------------------------------------

Dark was in the kitchen making the usual morning tea for himself and Anti. Anti drank an endless amount of coffee like the other Septiceyes, but he enjoyed tea with Dark in the morning, but it had to be the fruitiest kind with a lot of sugar. A man after Dark’s heart with that taste. He was softly humming as he poured the hot water into two mugs, the tea bag floating slightly. 

“Morning Dar-” Anti held out the word when he saw what Dark was wearing. “Is that-is that my hoodie?” 

“It is.” Dark had a smirk as he stirred his tea. 

“I-I-um…” Anti wasn’t awake enough to process this. 

“If I recall, it’s common to share clothing amongst boyfriends.” Dark casually blew on the tea before taking a sip. 

“Y-Yeah, I just-you-I-”

“‘Sharing is caring, now give me your hoodie’.” Dark quoted what Anti had said the night before. “Or did I hear wrong?”

“You heard right.” The flush on Anti’s cheeks told Dark that his mind was elsewhere. 

“What are you thinking?” Dark lowered his mug. Anti was supposed to get annoyed but he looked flustered instead.

“You look really hot in my clothes.” Anti blurted out.

“Oh!” Dark was not expecting that at all. “But it’s a little small.” 

“Exactly.” Anti went over to Dark and placed his hands on the part of Dark’s stomach that would stick out every time he moved. “You’re adorable.”

“Usually this is the other way around.” Dark chuckled. 

“Then take over~” Anti stepped in so their chests were pressed together. 

“I’ll make fresh tea again.” Dark took the challenge and scooped Anti up, taking him right back to his room. 

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2. “How much did you drink?”

(I...well...I might have made this a little angsty) ---------------------------------------

“Hey, Darky, can I borrow…” Anti forgot what he was going to ask for when he was slapped in the face with the smell of alcohol. “Dark?” 

“Hello, Anti~” Dark giggled. Dark. Giggled. 

“Fuck, man. How much did you drink?” Anti didn’t like seeing the empty bottles of liquor laying around Dark’s desk, even he couldn’t drink this much. 

“Just some.” Dark leaned back in his chair, tie and blazer gone, half of the buttons on his shirt were undone and his hair was a fluffy mess. 

“It looks like you’ve had enough for a bar.” Anti stepped over some of the fallen bottles. “You doing okay?” 

“I’m great.” Dark smiled. “Come ‘ere.” Dark didn’t let Anti respond before grabbing both arms and pulling him down into his lap. “Hi.” 

“You are absolutely trashed.” Anti took his arms back and knew he was blushing at least a bit. Something about sitting on Dark was a lot different than others. 

“Your head isn’t loud when you drink.” Dark started walking fingers up Anti’s chest. 

“And your head doesn’t think, either.” Anti caught Dark’s hand and lowered it. 

“Doesn’t need to.” Dark’s other hand went to the back of Anti’s head and he lowered him into a kiss. Anti immediately moved away and scrambled off of Dark, heart racing and a painful feeling in his chest made him want to cry. “Are you okay?” Dark’s face told Anti he was genuinely concerned. 

“You’re-You’re drunk. Don’t do this to me.” Anti sniffed. He wasn’t going to cry over this, he couldn’t. But everything inside of him wanted to. The countless number of times Anti has wanted to kiss Dark and this was how it was going to happen? With Dark drunk and not knowing what he was doing? Is that the only way he’d ever get close to him? 

“Anti.” Dark tried to stand but he fell back down. 

“Don’t get up unless you’re heading to the couch. I’ll go get you some water so you don’t hate yourself more in the morning after remembering that you kissed me.” Anti felt his own words stabbing at his heart. 

“Anti,” Dark spoke again but stayed in his chair this time. “I won’t hate remembering this.” 

“You’re desperate and a liar when you’re drunk, note taken.” 

“Anti.” 

“Stop saying my name.”

“Drunk actions are sober thoughts.” 

“The fuck does that mean?” Anti watched as Dark sloppily reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a green string that had a slip knot on the end, a bracelet. “You still have that?” Anti walked over to the front of the desk. “I gave that to you as a joke months ago.” 

“They call alcohol liquid courage.” Dark took the bracelet and slipped it on. “Sober Dark is going to hate me.” He added, giving Anti a soft smile. “Please don’t cry, I love seeing you happy.” 

“Time for some water and bed, Dark.” Anti reached over the desk and glitched himself and Dark to his bedroom. 

“Have to admit, not how I imagined you in my room.” Dark chuckled as he plopped himself down. “Fewer clothes, for the most part.” 

“I didn’t hear that,” Anti said before glitching away and coming back with three bottles of water. “Drink these.” Anti dropped one on Dark’s chest and placed the others on the bedside table. “And stop talking, you don’t have a filter right now.” 

“Can I get another kiss?” 

“No.” Anti took the bottle and popped it into Dark’s mouth, glad to see it all going down smoothly. 

“You’re crying again,” Dark said when he finished. 

“I am?” Anti touched his face and felt tears. “I am.” 

“I don’t think I can be left alone,” Dark said, downing a second bottle. 

“I can get-”

“Please.” Dark’s voice had changed and Anti could see some of ‘Sober Dark’ peeking through his eyes. 

“Okay.” Anti went to the other side of the bed and laid down on his back, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Thank you,” Dark said.

“Goodnight.” Anti swallowed thickly, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep well regardless, might as well make sure Dark didn’t get sick. 

The morning was going to be...interesting

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OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!1

Remember when we said that Siren!AU Dark can’t swim? ----------------------------------------

“What is that?” Dark asked as he looked at the air-filled board that laid on the deck.

“A floatie,” Anti said. “At least that’s what the merchant called it. It’s meant to keep you on the water and not sink.” 

“I assumed as much, but why do we have it?” Dark lightly kicked the floatie. 

“So you can join the others.” Anti gestured towards the water where everyone else was swimming and splashing around. 

“I’m good.” 

“But Dark.” Anti held out his whine. “We never get to swim together.” 

“I wouldn’t be swimming, I’d just be there.” Dark crossed his arms. “How would me being on the water be fun for you? I can’t do anything.” 

“Just knowing that you’re there with me would make me really happy.” Anti hugged Dark’s arm and pouted out his lower lip. 

“Fine.” Dark could not resist the pout, he was weak to it. He was always weak to his partner’s pouts. 

“Really!?” Anti perked up and gave Dark a kiss. “This is going to be great!” Anti grabbed the floatie and tossed it overboard, he then went to the edge of the ship and held his arms out towards Dark. 

“You’re lucky I love you,” Dark grumbled and went to the edge as well, letting Anti hug his body. 

So far everyone has said Salt of the Sea

Anti’s and Dark’s ‘first kiss’ was technically when Anti saved him from drowning. But that doesn’t really count, does it? So, let’s see when they actually shared a kiss.  ------------------------

It has been several days since Chase told Dark what the shells meant and threatened to eat him alive. Dark finally knew his answer and he knew how to give it as well. 

Dark looked at Anti, who was, surprisingly, waiting for him patiently at the ledge of the ship. It was late into the night and everyone else was asleep. They had gotten into a weird routine of talking at this time since they were always the last to go to sleep. Anti was picking at his fingers, having his claws grow and retract. His scales reflected the full moon’s light and the mysterious scar on his neck moved with each swallow. Dark had admitted to himself a long time ago that Anti was beautiful but seeing it tonight warmed his heart more than it ever has before. 

“Hey, Anti.” Dark greeted, hiding something behind his back as he went up to the Siren. 

“Hey.” Anti greeted back with a smile. “Today was weirdly calm, wasn’t it?” 

“It was a good day. No waves or anything.” Dark felt the item in his hand get heavier, he wanted to give it now but knew he needed to be calm about it. 

“So boring, right?” Anti giggled, getting Dark to laugh a little as well. 

“Sometimes boring is nice.” Dark softly placed the item on the ledge. 

“Boring is…” Anti looked when he heard a soft click, voice trailing off when he saw a necklace next to him. It was a simple necklace, a silver chain with a red gem pendant but to Anti, it was the most wonderful piece of jewelry he has ever seen. 

“Do you like it?” Dark asked, his cheeks flushed. 

“Yes!” Anti loudly squealed and scooped up the necklace, hugging to his chest and wiggling with excitement.  He quickly caught when he was doing and moved the necklace to his ‘lap’ and cleared his throat. “I-uh-mean...thank you.” 

“Chase told me what the shells meant.” Dark had to restrain himself from commenting that Anti’s reaction to the necklace was adorable. 

“He did?” Anti stiffened. 

“Yeah...and…” Now Dark was clearing his throat. He was internally scolding himself ‘just do it’, ‘say it’, ‘just do it’ 

“A-And?” Anti stammered out.

“Yes.” Dark coughed out. “I...I-uh-I accept the...yeah.” 

“Alright, Agent Butterfly, have you been briefed on the mission?” 

“Yes, Agent Glitch!” Robbie was giggling, the oversized helmet on his head tipping over his eyes when he nodded. 

“Are you armed and loaded, Agent Butterfly?” Anti adjusted Robbie’s helmet. Anti wasn’t wearing one himself but had black streaks on his cheeks. 

“Yes, Agent Glitch!” Robbie patted at the hand-made holsters on his hips. It was just a piece of rope that had little cloth pouches tied to them.

“Are you ready, Agent Butterfly?” Anti didn’t have a holster, he had his ‘weapons’ tucked into his back pockets. 

“Yes, Agent Glitch!” Robbie tried to salute but ended up hitting his helmet instead, making him giggle again. 

“Let’s head out then, you go first and lookout.” Anti crouched down and Robbie did the same, heading out of the living room and towards the hallway where the bedrooms were. 

“Targets sighted, Agent Glitch,” Robbie said, pointing towards Chase and Marvin, who were talking outside of their room. 

“Good job, Agent Butterfly.” Anti gave Robbie a thumbs up. “Let’s get a little closer and then I’ll say when to fire.” 

“Okay, Agent Glitch.” Robbie nodded and had to fix his helmet again. Anti reached into his pockets and took a few more steps closer, Robbie attached to his side. They both bounced up when Chase and Marvin looked at them. 

“Fire!” Anti shouted, pulling out two cans and spraying silly string out of them. Robbie laughed and did the same, both of them covering Chase and Marvin with the string. When the cans went empty, Anti and Robbie were still laughing. Chase picked some string off of his face and Marvin brushed some out of his hair. 

“You two are so grounded,” Chase said with a chuckle while Marvin smirked as his hands went green.