I'm this close to losing my shit 🤏🏾 so it's self indulgent doodle time!
First off: Luigi in some comfy ass fancy silk pj's.
I hc that Bowser spoils the fuck outta Luigi (listen, he deserves it, and also gifting is totally Bowser's love language) and while Luigi is at first a little uncomfortable with the attention (he appreciates it, but he sees himself as undeserving of somethings) he slowly grows to be receptive of some of the smaller gifts.
Second:
Babysitter!Dimentio meets (soon to be) King!Luigi
Gettin a bit crazy 😁 a bit whacky 😝 a little goofy if you will 🤪🤪🤪
Crossing over aus how scandalous! 🤭🤭🤭
Nah but I been thinking about this for a while bc,,,m...my blorbos....
Dimentio is just kinda like, not surprised and tends to be vaguely shitty and passive aggressive towards Luigi, meanwhile, since this Luigi is from another universe entirely he's just so confused as to why the Jester's a prick to him JDKDKDKDK
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Sweetheart doesn't have panic attacks anymore...
... at least, not in the way they used to. As the years went on Milo could tell that his Sweetheart was shifting and adapting to the panic attacks. They worked so hard to keep the dreaded things under their thumb and he couldn't be prouder.
Sometimes, though, they couldn't quite catch it.
That's what was happening now, Milo realized, as Sweetheart sat on the other side of the room. The other mates were beside them, but they did not seem to notice the way that Sweetheart has gone still and glassy-eyed. Tank, on the other hand, who was sitting on Sweetheart's left seemed to be trying to catch his eye.
David was droning on about the plans for the security jobs, plans that Milo was already privy to. He was sure David wouldn't be too upset if he dipped a few minutes early.
Trying to cause as little of a disturbance as possible, Milo stood and made his way over to the table. David's and Asher's mates looked over briefly, but that was the only response he got from them.
Sweetheart didn't even flinch when he gently put a hand on their shoulder.
Leaning down, he whispered next to their ear, "Come on, baby, let's get you out of here."
The only response he got was a small nod. They reached out to him, eyes still focused on some distant point in front of them. Up close, Milo could see that they were pressing their lips together, hard, and they were counting on their fingers again. 1, 2, 3, 4; pinky, ring, middle, pointer and back again, 4, 3, 2, 1. It was something they often did to ground themselves.
He took the offered hand, squeezing it gently, as he lead his Sweetheart out of the room.
"What do you need me to do," Milo asked them quietly when they were out.
Sweetheart didn't answer right away, but Milo waited. "Home. Take me home."
"You got it," he agreed. Before he could even take a step away, Sweetheart squeezed his hand tighter, eyes finally flicking up to his.
"Stay, too," they added, voice barely above a whisper. "Your aura helps."
"I'm not going anywhere," Milo said, bringing their hand up to kiss their knuckles.
They were becoming more responsive, but their left hand was still counting. It would be a while before they were in the clear. Milo would stay as long as he is wanted there.
Once they were back home, and Milo was able to sit them down on the couch, they were starting to slip back into that frozen state. Milo had a feeling this would happen. They weren't surrounded by the pack and didn't have to worry about what others would think. But he will wait. Milo will sit here, hand mindlessly drawing patterns on his mate's arm, a constant reminder that he was there for them. To take their time, and he'd be there if Sweetheart needed them. They were present enough that Milo didn't think he needed to intervene other than the occasional whispered reassurance to them. Their breathing was even, and controlled, and he could see the gears turning behind their eyes. They had this under control for now.
"Milo?" Sweetheart whispered after about forty, very long, minutes.
"Hm? What is it, baby?"
"I'm safe," They said, but their voice shook a bit, and he knew the intent behind the statement.
"Yes, you are safe. There is nothing that can harm you or the ones you love."
Sweetheart nodded as if confirming their beliefs. They were confirming their beliefs. It's why they said it.
"I'm sorry I'm like this," they whispered.
"Don't be. You've got nothing to be sorry for."
"I took you out of the meeting."
"I knew what David was saying," Milo countered.
"This has been happening more often," Sweetheart said.
"You can't control how you react to things. You've had a stressful few weeks, it was only a matter of time before things started slipping."
"I don't like that," Sweetheart muttered.
"I know you don't, Sweetheart," Milo said, leaning forward a bit to press a kiss to their forehead. "Can I take this as you finally coming back to me?"
Sweetheart hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I think so," they said, "but, can I... can we just cuddle for a bit? I'm- that took a lot out of me."
"You know I can never say no to you," Milo chuckled. "Com'ere."
He leaned back against the armrest as Sweetheart curled against him. Their head was on their chest, right over his heart, and he could feel the relieved breath that escaped from them.
Sweetheart's panic attacks might have changed and evolved, but Milo was always going to be their rock if they needed him. Milo would do anything for Sweetheart. In a heartbeat.
As Sweetheart settled in, Milo was once again amazed at how strong his Sweetheart was. He had the privilege of calling the person in his arms his Mate. He was, with Sweetheart's aura reflecting what he was thinking, so irrevocably in love with them.
And, by the gods, was he going to do everything to keep them by his side.
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