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[ladyfly]

Maintenance Day fluff

I really wanted to share this one. It’s based off of a dream I had. The song in this fic is 'I Want to Be Your Boyfriend' by Hot Freaks.

Maintenance day was always a nice day for you. No customers to deal with. Just you, your boys, and the hundreds of tiny Music men. You called them the Spiderlings. Today you found yourself giving the spiderlings a checkup. Sun was upstairs trying to beat Moon's score in one of the games. You could hear his frustrated growls as he failed. You were laying on your stomach. A tool kit with parts nest to you. Moon sat on you holding up his weight.

Currently he was brushing out your hair "What style do you want starling?"

You hummed "Something to keep my hair out of my face."

The spiderling you were looking at gave a happy dance at the new foot you gave it. DJ was happily playing playing whatever music he wanted. Some of it down right filthy, others saintly. He gave his best rendition of a chuckle as one of his spiderlings excitedly presented you with a large dead rat.

Once the higher ups figured out how many Tiny Music Men there actually were it was decided they would be repurposed into pest control. Often the little scrimblos would bring you the things they killed. Kind of like a cat going "Mommy! Look what I did for you!" It was almost like a game for them to bring you stuff. You had even been brought a live pigeon once.

Sun gave a cry of victory "Finally! Well Moonie. I doubt you can do better than that! I told you I was better at this game."

Moon shifted as he played with your hair adding some kind of sweet smelling product to it "We'll see about that. Just don't be a sore looser when I prove you wrong."

The heavy footfalls of someone entering the arcade made moon pause briefly. The sound of chatter echoing off the walls.

A gruff male voice firmly spoke "This is the west arcade."

The head of daytime security came into view. Beside him someone you didn't want to see. Your ex stood next to him taking the room in with a dull look on their face.

As their eyes landed on you they grinned "Well! Didn't think I'd see you again. What a pleasant surprise."

Your ex was someone who made your soul go 'Oh god not you!' with a little Sideshow Bob shudder added in. You had told Sun and Moon about them. Moon regarded them with disdain. The head of daytime security began to walk them around the arcade explaining things.

Moon abruptly stood up taking you with him "Break time Love."

Sun giggled from above "Yeah! Break time! If you work all the time you might burn out sunshine."

You watched as Sun jumped from the second floor of the arcade and land in a perfect handstand. The music playing shifted and got louder. 'I Want to Be Your Boyfriend' by Hot Freaks blared from the speakers around the arcade. Moon pulled you into a faux waltz twirling you to the first verse of the song. Now Sun and Moon are 9ft tall. Your feet could not reach the ground.

By the second verse Sun took you from him and began to dance as well. Verse by verse you were passed between the men. They left you a giggly mess. As the song came to an end Ex and the guard came back down. The guard gestured to each person in the room introducing you all.

When he got to you Ex grinned "I know them already. We were an item. I hope to be an item again. More long term though."

Moon maneuvered you into a piggy back ride "This was a thing but we have to go."

Sun nodded frantically "Yes yes! Much to do! We still need our checkup."

Your ex frowned "Should you really be letting them carry you like that? It's dangerous. It could drop you or crush you! You should stay with me. Much safer."

Sun stood up as tall as he could "We ARE safe. Very safe."

Moon nodded "We would never hurt them. Unless they asked."

You let out a gasp "Moonpie!"

Sun inched his way closer to Moon.

The guard let out a loud sigh "I don't have time for this weird ass shit. Your shift starts tomorrow Ex. Take today and get used to the building. I'm leaving."

Moon giggled followed by an indignant shriek. Sun pulled you from the back of Moon and bolted off with you in a princess carry.

Moon growled playfully "Sun! Give them back you rapscallion!"

He took off after you and sun. Ex watched annoyed as Moon took you from sun proclaiming victory. This continued all the way back to the daycare. Both men darting around the plex trying to keep you away from the other. Dodging staff, planters, and even Glamrocks on their way to the daycare. The three of you lost in raucous laughter.

[overcaffeinated-creative]

Jai Vetra Drabble 2

A gift fic for thebisexualmandalorian!

Notes: This is pure fluff okay? No angst, no sadness just utter fluff between two 18ish year old Mandos during the True Mandalorians glory days. Featuring the affectionate use of the nickname pip-squeak and playful protesting.

Summary: Jai and Harti share sweet early morning kisses.

Characters: Jai Vetra, Harti Wren

“Early,” Harti slurred against his neck, eyes still shut. Warm breath ghosted over sensitive skin to send shivers cascading down his spine. The rest of the words were lost to half-voiced sounds that lead into noiseless motions before stopping.

Jai stifled a yawn in the darkened room with no true effort made to move. Ship time was a fickle thing for his internal clock. Even with clearly defined day and night cycles things never settled in. Something stayed off leading to his dependency on a chrono. Harti, the impressive ass, slipped into the time change as if were a fighter. All svelte movements that never broke stride with the poise of someone born for it. He never arrived to a briefing two hours late without a good reason.

“I’ve got work,” he mumbled while wiggling around. His beloved had him trapped with a durasteel strong arm slung over his waist and a knee pressed to his thigh. Even the head resting on his shoulder served to hold him down.“Let me up.”

Chapped lips pressed forward to brush against his pulse point. “Rest,” tumbled out in poor intimation of a command. Another kiss landed centimeters above the last, half on his jawline and half to thin air.

The warmth of their bunk beat the cold of recycled air every time. Yet, he should get up. New reports would be waiting in his inboxes. Each one, no matter how banal, would need to be analyzed, sorted, and then passed off to the appropriate people. Rook and her scouting party may have even returned. Anything they had to deliver would be of utmost importance to both Jaster and himself.

Wrapping his hand around the wrist pinning his waist Jai tried to free himself. “I’m not spend the day cycle in bed.” In response, calloused fingers interlaced with his own to take a hostage. “Vaar’ika, no.”

A lazy smile was pressed into his shoulder. Next, “Please,” ghosted over his skin in that sleep rough tone. It was like listening to smoky honey drip from the spoon. “Please stay.” Harti fought dirty, like the pilot he was, and soundly won.

Jai huffed in resignation while settling back into the blankets. Work could wait until later on. Any truly important report would have came in with a shrieking alarm to his datapad. Or, someone pounding on their door, shouting increasingly angry things, until he answered. Rook having returned was included in reasons to disturb him. It had been highlighted in the most blinding yellow he could find. Part of her mission had been constructed on his intel leaving him curious. Yet, no one would really miss him for a few more hours on his day off.

“You’re impossible,” he growled out while turning over to rest flush against his lover. Their shared warmth renewed how drowsy he felt. “And you cheat.”

Head tilting down, the white haired man had every intention of pressing a chaste kiss to Harti’s forehead. It was supposed to land right at the beginning of the scar bisecting his face. Instead, the other dipped his head backward to press their lips together. Several minutes passed in a hazy of exchanges of warm kisses. Neither aimed to push things further instead enjoying each other’s presence. Spending nights then morning together were a rare luxury.

“Sleep,” the black haired sighed against his lips after the final break. “Come back to sleep.”

“So pushy,” he muttered before pressing a final kiss to crown of Harti’s head.

Sleep came easily.