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Leon x Dylas fluff

They’re sitting side byside on the couch when the thought strikes Dylas. It comes out of nowhere, andhe frowns at himself. 

His arm is slung aroundLeon’s shoulders and Leon, as usual when they were at home, doesn’t have ashirt on; only sweat pants that are slung low on his hips.

The television is on somemovie that Leon had been interested in watching. It’s the first time in a longtime Dylas doesn’t have to work at the restaurant, so he’s is determined tospend the day with his boyfriend.

Though said boyfriend isbeing very distracting, and is also the cause of his odd thoughts.

Out of the corner of hiseye, Dylas watches as Leon once again arches his back, leaning his head backwith a groan. His muscles grow taught under the tan skin and Dylas finallycan’t resist.

Without moving the rest ofhis body, he reaches forward with his free hand and drags the tips of hisfingers lightly up Leon’s warm side, across his ribs.

The result isinstantaneous. Leon’s hands snap down, and he bursts into giggles, shovingDylas’s hand away.

Their eyes meet, and Leonstares like a deer in headlights. Dylas stares back before sliding his handfrom under Leon’s and repeating the motion. Leon throws his head back, kickinghis leg out.

He tries to shove Dylas’shand away, but Dylas keeps dodging him, seeking Leon’s exposed skin with hisfeather-light touch.

Finally, Leon gasps,

“S-Stop–You–”

Dylas pulls back and Leonglares at him, his face flushed. Dylas can’t help but grin.

“You never told me youwere ticklish,” he says.

Leon rolls his eyes andshoves Dylas’s shoulder playfully.

“Yes, I wonder why I wouldhide that,” he drawls.

Dylas’s grin grows, and heleaps.

Leon gives a yelp as heand Dylas collide, and Dylas’s fingers are against his sides, wiggling andbrushing his sensitive skin and almost under his arm.

Leon bursts into laughter,arching off the couch. He flails, trying to get away from Dylas’s touch. 

Dylas, meanwhile, can’tkeep the smile off of his face. Leon’s honest, childish peels of laughterare so foreign to his ears, but at the same time it’s like music. When hefinally stops, Leon is breathless and flushed. He clutches Dylas’s hands hardunder his, assuring himself that Dylas isn’t going to start tickling him again.

Leon’s eyes meet his andDylas leans forward, pressing their lips together briefly before pulling away.He raises a hand and brushes some hair out of Leon’s face, who still hasn’treopened his eyes.

When he does, they’redark, and a smirk grows on Leon’s lips. The half-fox presses a hand to the backof Dylas’s neck and pulls him in, their lips colliding again, this time muchmore enthusiastically.

After a few moments theybreak for air, and this time Dylas is also flushed and panting.

“Tickle me again andyou’re dead,” Leon mutters.

Dylas smiles.

I did, but it’s gotten better. Thank you :)

Dylas x Leon Established fluff!

Leon whined and Dylas pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Leon. You have to take it.”

Leon turned away from him, burying his face in his pillow and tugging the blanket higher.

“Don’t wanna,” he muttered, his words muffled.

Dylas sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding the used tissues.

“Leon, it’s not that bad. You have to take it or you’ll be sick even longer. And neither of us want that.”

Leon rolled onto his back to pout up at Dylas.

“You’re the one who had to go tell Jones on me,” Leon grumbled.

“That’s because you were pretending you were fine even though you were running a fever and almost passed out,” Dylas said, glaring. He held up the small vial of pink potion and Leon grimaced at the sight.

“Leon…”

Leon closed his eyes and sighed. Dylas could tell that he was tired. Running a constant fever was exhausting him, as was his coughing. As if reading his mind, Leon turned over and coughed a deep cough that seemed to rise from his chest.

Dylas flinched at the grating sound. When Leon rolled onto his back again, he gasped for air, his face flushed.

He opened his eyes, staring at Dylas, and then the bottle.

“…Fine,” Leon mumbled, “Means I get to kiss you again when I’m all better.”

Dylas blushed and couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s the spirit,” he stated. Leon gave a breathy chuckle.

Dylas unscrewed the cap of the medicine and tipped it into the spoon in his other hand, hurrying before Leon changed his mind. He helped Leon lift himself onto his elbows before holding it to Leon’s lips.

Leon winced as Dylas tipped the spoon, but thankfully the part-fox swallowed all of it. Once it was gone, Dylas set the medicine and spoon on the bedside table and grabbed the glass of water, handing it to Leon.

“See?” Dylas said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Leon huffed, handing back the water after taking a few sips and lying back on the pillows.

“You better give me one great kiss after all this,” Leon muttered, his eyes already closed. Dylas grinned.

“I can promise you that.”

Leon opened an eye and returned a smile.

So I kept the names the same I hope you don’t mind….

And I actually kind of like this than the regular genders????

female!Leon x male!Forte fluff!

Out of the corner of his eye, Forte watched as Leon tilted her head back, parting her lips in a groan as she stretched. Her long blue hair cascaded down her back, leaving her long, smooth neck exposed.

Forte turned away quickly, a blush painting his cheeks.

Leon smiled, lifting her head and nudging Forte with her shoulder.

“This is really romantic of you,” she said. They sat together on a hill just outside Selphia. Before them, the sun was setting, sending an array of greens, oranges, reds, and yellows across the horizon.

Forte’s face felt hot.

“Yeah… well… shut up,” he muttered.

Leon laughed her carefree, musical laugh.

“Come on,” she said, lifting a hand. She took grip of Forte’s helmet and lifted it off, setting it in the grass behind them. Forte frowned at her, but Leon tilted her head, carding her fingers through Forte’s short blonde hair.

“Relax a little,” she said, a smile tugging on her lips. Forte swallowed. Without all of his gear, and especially under Leon’s intense gaze, he felt… exposed.

Forte took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. With Leon’s dark, sultry eyes watching him, though, it was practically impossible.

Meanwhile, Leon smiled gently as Forte worried his bottom lip with his teeth.

She leaned forward and placed a hand on Forte’s arm, drawing his attention. His bright blue eyes met hers and Leon found herself momentarily out of breath. It was rare that she was caught off-guard, but Forte just had a way of doing that to her.

“So, what about it, soldier boy?” she murmured, grinning wickedly, and giving a suggestive glance to his lips. His lips parted, his eyes widening. For a moment Forte spluttered, and Leon finally took mercy on him, drawing away with a giggle.

Forte watched her, his face burning. Something in him finally clicked. It was all or nothing.

Without warning he reached forward and slipped a hand onto the back of her neck. Leon turned to him, eyes wide, and wasn’t able to speak or move before Forte leaned forward, pressing their lips together.

Leon froze. Forte’s soft lips were on hers, so gentle but determined. Her eyes fell shut and she shifted hers a little bit, tilting her head. Forte made an odd sound in the back of his throat and pulled away.

So that was his limit. Still, Leon grinned. Forte licked his lips, eyes finding everywhere except for Leon.

Leon giggled.

“You’re so romantic,” she crooned.

Forte nudged her shoulder with a small scowl, his cheeks pink.

I just saw it and I’m in love

How?? They’re so cute?? And the little duck omg

I’m always up for some hurt/comfort <3 (also I would LOVE for you to draw something omg but you don’t have to I enjoy writing these <3)

DylasxLeon hurt/comfort 

Dylas looked up when the doorbell rang.

“Welcome to–oh, hey, Leon.”

Dylas watched, curiosity growing, as Leon gazed around the restaurant, a lost look in his face. It was the “dead time”, so no one was there except Dylas. Porco was in the kitchen, probably stuffing his face.

Leon didn’t answer. He just padded over to one of the tables and sank down, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

Dylas shifted uncertainly before inching closer.

“Erm… Leon? Did you want something?” Internally he winced at the abruptness of the statement.

Leon’s ears twitched, and his wide eyes flew to Dylas’s face. He stared for a moment, as if not actually seeing him. Then he shook his head and his eyes cleared a little. Leon gave Dylas a small, forced smile.

“Hmm… so many things,” he murmured.

Dylas frowned.

“What?”

Leon waved his hand.

“Nothing. Sit with me. It’s not like you have anything else to do.”

Dylas hesitated before pulling out the chair across from Leon and sinking into it awkwardly. Leon watched him with an indescribable look on his face.

“What? What is it?” Dylas asked.

“Do you ever remember? Or wonder?” Leon asked, and moved on before Dylas could ask, “About the past.”

Dylas automatically knew what he was talking about but still he was surprised. He never thought that it bothered Leon; being in a different time, or leaving everyone he used to know behind. It never seemed to phase him, since he’d never mentioned it before.

“Um… sometimes,” Dylas said, “I wonder where they are now. Or if they lived fulfilling lives. Mostly, I try not to think about it.”

Leon leaned forward and Dylas stiffened a little. Those intense blue eyes pinned him in place.

“Why not?” Leon said.

Dylas hesitated before sighing.

“Because it’ll drive me crazy,” he said, “There’s no way of knowing, so there’s no point in thinking about it all the time. We just… assume the best and move on. ‘Cause what’s most important is what’s in front of us, right here, right now.”

Leon stared at him, as if searching for something. Dylas stared back. Finally, Leon smiled and raised his hand, poking Dylas’s horse ear playfully. It twitched in response and Leon laughed at Dylas’s frown.

“Fine, then,” he said, leaning back. Dylas raised an eyebrow.

“…Fine?”

Leon’s grin grew.

“You’ve sold me. I’ll have something to eat… as long as you have lunch with me.”

Dylas glanced around. The restaurant was still empty, and would stay that way for at least another hour until the dinner crowd started coming in.

He sighed.

“Fine. What do you want?”

Just like that, they had lunch together. Porco gave Dylas a sneaky grin that made the part-horse uncomfortable, but otherwise the chef stayed silent and didn’t put up a fuss about making both men food.

Dylas and Leon ate mostly in silence, occasionally talking about their past, or the other villagers.

When they were done, Dylas rose, grabbing both of their plates. Leon stood with him, swiping his fan from the table and flashing him a smile that was much more Leon than the ones he’d been given earlier.

“Bye, Dylas,” he said, flicking his tail. He raised a hand, poking one of Dylas’s ears again, though now he trailed upwards a bit, sending a shiver down Dylas’s spine. As if he knew, Leon’s smile grew.

“See you tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder, and disappeared.

Dylas shook away the thoughts of Leon as he went back to the kitchen to do dishes and prepare for the night. There was no way Leon would actually come back to have lunch with him. He was just joking. Dylas nodded resolutely. That’s it. Leon was absolutely joking.

The next day, around the same dead time, the doorbell rang and Dylas turned, eyes widening at the sight of Leon with a small, sheepish smile on his face. 

When Leon promised again to meet him for lunch the next day, Dylas was convinced that Leon was joking.

Aww

Yeah sorry this took so long D: I’m awful

who’s the cuddler: Hmmm Dylas

who makes the bed: Dylas, usually, but Leon will make it if he’s feeling generous

who wakes up first: They both have pretty irregular schedules, but mostly Dylas, unless he spent the night fishing

who has the weird taste in music: Leon. He likes some weird techno-mix stuff

who is more protective: Both are very protective, but overall Dylas. (based on an event I just had with him, actually) He’ll run off anyone who seems to be hitting on Leon

who sings in the shower: Leon. He sings beautifully, and Dylas loves it, though he knows Leon doesn’t like when other people listen to him

who cries during movies: Neither really. Dylas will tear up sometimes when an animal dies, then pretend like he’s not

who spends the most while out shopping: Probably Dylas. He buys the food and fishing stuff

who kisses more roughly: Dylas. Leon is very sensual and heated, but Dylas is a little more aggressive.

who is more dominant: They’re pretty balanced… that’s a hard one…. Overall, probably Dylas?