Your Wizardmon lives AU is so cool! I'm always happy to read more! #92 if you're interested please.
92. You Need To Stop Running
His first instinct, on waking up, was that he had wasted too much time.
Wizardmon struggled out of the blankets and sat up, hand grasping for his hat with jerky, automated movements, eyes closed as he already started to brace for the rest of the day. It was only as his fingers brushed the very edge of the table that he registered the body lying behind him, the mattress beneath him, and the distinct lack of weight from a false Dark Ring on his arm. His eyes snapped open.
Oh. He had forgotten he was home again.
The mage-shaped monster glanced over his shoulder as one hand reached and tangled his fingers in the necklace hidden under his cloak. Sure enough, there was Minnie, back turned to him and sleeping soundly, unaware of his movement or that humans were meant to be diurnal creatures. He still felt sick from his brief spell under the Emperor’s brainwashing, and it had been so long since he had felt he could let his guard down, but seeing his partner and feeling the room around him, real and safe…
Wizardmon smiled very quietly to himself, before pushing his hat further back along the table and lying down again.