Could you maybe write smth with cat-like behaviors from Rin? Like Rin grows his claws out and ends up kneading his bed for like ten minutes before he can actually sleep and Ryuuji has to deal with his weird boyfriends habits?
Rin absolutely has cat tendencies, lol, and I love writing him with them <3
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Ryuuji noticed the oddities before he actually got with Rin. They’d been on a lot of missions together, pulled all nighters together, kept vigils over sick beds, stayed huddled together while waiting for news on terrible situations, and just conked out near each other when all of that would catch up to them. He’d seen everyone in the cram group fall asleep in strange places, and he’d fallen asleep on a few of them. (It wasn’t his fault that Rin was wonderfully warm and Shiemi was all soft and smelled like mint. Yukio was also always pulling all nighters with him, and they were both prone to just conking out without any notice.)
All of that to say, Ryuuji had seen Rin fall asleep numerous times. He’d noticed that the boy, when he didn’t just wipe out, would get very fussy. His blankets had to be just so, he liked to curl up in a ball and wrap his tail around himself, or he liked to lay on his back with his limbs spread out. He’d fall asleep sitting, and he’d fall asleep with his ear over someone’s heart.
They all had quirks. Ryuuji couldn’t sleep with his feet covered by a blanket and he couldn’t sleep on his stomach and he snored on his back.
He found himself watching more as things started to happen between them, and when it became clear that the small flirts he gave the cheerful boy were being returned. He noticed that Rin only slept on his back around a few people, and he didn’t know what it meant, but he’d do it with Yukio, so Ryuuji felt like it had to be a good thing that he’d also do it around him. He found his breath catching when Rin’s head lulled off his shoulder to rest on his chest over his heart, and if he’d cuddled the boy closer, well, he’d just blame it on his own sleepiness.
When Rin asked him out, he’d said yes a bit too loudly and quickly, but the happy laugh he got was made up for by the kiss that followed.
Rin got fussy if he smelled like other demons. He’d come over all chatty and smiley, pause, make a low noise sort of like a hiss, and then rub his cheek against Ryuuji’s wrists and neck and cheeks and huff and lean against him and climb on his lap and hug him and Ryuuji might occasionally look for opportunities to handle or summon demons just for the aftermath.
Rin didn’t always like to sit in chairs or on cushions. He liked to sit on the back of couches or the arms of chairs. He liked to climb on top of the table or counters or even the fridge on a few occasions. Ryuuji just figured he liked to be tall. He found himself looking up as he entered rooms, and more often than not he’d spot his boyfriend on some high surface. Often napping there.
He didn’t really start putting pieces together until the first night he purposefully spent the night. (He’d fallen asleep on Rin’s bed a few times without quite meaning to. But this time, this time it was planned out. This time it was decided before hand and he’d brought stuff over and Rin was actually going to try and turn in at a reasonable hour.)
Ryuuji carefully fluffed the pillows while he waited for Rin to get back from the bathroom. Yukio was already snoring in his corner of the room, and Kuro had flopped on top of his head. Ryuuji watched them for a moment, feeling a swell of fondness for his friend before he returned to straightening the pillows and righting the blanket. He climbed up, careful not to wrinkle anything more than necessary, and scooted as far back against the wall as he could. He wanted to make sure Rin had plenty of space, but he was excited about cuddling. It was hot enough to not really need the blanket, so he left it down, smoothing out the new wrinkles as the door to the room opened. Rin rushed in, all excited grace, and shut the door with his tail. He’d changed into his pajamas (gym shorts and a much too big tank) and hurried to the bed.
Ryuuji was given a kiss of greeting that tasted like cinnamon because his boyfriend actually liked cinnamon toothpaste, and then Rin was getting on the bed.
Rin was not, however, cuddling up next to him. No. Rin was fussing at the blanket. His nails had gone a bit longer, nearly at their fighting claw length, and he was kneading into the blanket, pulling it up, dropping it, and pulling up another spot, over and over until it was a lumpy and wrinkly mess. He gave a satisfied huff with that and wiggled around a little, sniffing and nuzzling the blanket before flopping over onto his side and pressing his back against Ryuuji’s chest.
Spooning? He could absolutely work with that. Ryuuji tucked his legs behind Rin’s and looped his arm over his boyfriend’s stomach and heard a low rumbling noise. He could feel it reverberating through Rin’s chest, and while he didn’t quite know what the noise was, it was soothing and had him relaxing into the bed as he cuddled Rin closer.
He woke up with Rin sprawled over his upper chest and Rin’s tail draped over his mouth. He hacked out a bit of fur and pushed the limb away, only for Rin to wake up with a hiss.
It didn’t stop there. It became a routine anytime he slept over, or Rin slept over with him. He could not go to bed until he had messed up the covers, and then he’d flop over on top of Ryuuji at some point. He’d wake up with fur or hair in his mouth, and a still purring Rin.
The kneading wasn’t just reserved for the bed either. Rin had kneaded Ryuuji’s back once when he was lying on his stomach and reading over one of Lewin’s reports. It had startled him and made him flinch away until Rin whined and tried it again and then flopped against him with a happy stretch to cuddle while he read his own manga. He kneaded Ryuuji’s lap a few times as well before resting his head in it when they watched movies.
That transitioned into what could only really be described as happy nips. They could be anywhere, his hand, his arm, his shoulder, his ankle, his back, even his jaw. They weren’t hard, never painful, occasionally startling, and always strangely affectionate. Rin would come up to him and give him a quick nip, kiss him, cuddle him, and rumble happily as Ryuuji ran a hand through his hair.
He didn’t put it all together until he was waiting on Rin to get back from some Mephisto talk (which could be short or infinitely long and could result in Rin laughing or grouchy as hell.) It was just him and Kuro, and he was chilling on the couch reading a book while he waited for his boyfriend. Kuro came into the room with a greeting mrow! And jumped up next to him. He head butted the book out of the way, nuzzled Ryuuji’s wrist with his cheek, and then climbed up on his lap only to spend at least five minutes kneading his slacks before dropping into a little ball with his tails draped over his nose.
When Rin came home ten minutes later and did the exact same thing, it took nearly a twenty minutes for Ryuuji to stop laughing long enough to explain. Rin batted his book off the couch in retaliation, and Ryuuji started to laugh again.
So the boy he loved had a lot of quirks. Ryuuji did too, and he just so happened to love the way Rin purred when he was really happy, and he didn't mind getting kneaded or nipped when it felt like love, and he just made sure Rin started his night time routine first. He had Rin dust the top of cabinets and the fridge when he perched on tall things, and he got excellent at catching his dozing boyfriend before he fell off the arms of couches.
It kept Ryuuji on his toes, and gave him plenty to tease Rin about whenever he got called rooster or princess.
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There are days when Ice misses the sky in the same intensity he misses Bradley. Both are so far away and out of his reach, sometimes he can barely believe they were ever part of his life. The sky is blue and pink and orange over his head, Bradley is growing up and getting promoted, making friends, maybe lovers, and probably even some enemies and all he can do is look at all these things from far away. He can look up and see other people doing what his heart aches to do and look out for Bradley's record and make calls he knows won't get an answer.
Most times the best cure is being around Maverick, his thousands stories about impossible mission he knows are part lies and part truths (he reads all the reports even if his wingman conveniently forgets about that) and the billions kisses he leaves on his lips, on his neck, and everywhere he can without stopping his work in the hangar. Iceman had his favorite spot there, these days, worn and soft because he spends enough time there that the couch took his form. Other times, when the melancholy is too strong and being around Maverick isn't enough, the other man takes him up there, between the clouds and lets him have some of it back, at last. When they can't go up, Mav sits with him, in the hangar, at home, sometimes even in Ice's office, and holds him against his chest. The feeling doesn't leave him, never really does, but he can almost taste how it was before when the sky was around him and Bradley was laughing at his stupid jokes, calling him uncle and then dad. Then he can close his eyes and let warmth embrace him for a little longer.
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