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somelondramatic · 4 months

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Finally

snippet for the actual, canon tefcu confession (for maximum cheese, it's new years <3)

Cu leans against Tefir's shoulder lazily, curling into his side with an airy giggle.

“'m so glad you're home for the new year, I love when you're home. Everything's jus…cozier. 'Nd warm.” They grin up at him, their words slower and accent more pronounced under the sparkling drink they swirl in one hand.

He glances down at them, a lopsided smirk to match their toothy smile, “Y'know I hate missing Retihili parties—hate missing you and Winter…”

They nuzzle closer to him, setting both their drinks on the railing and taking his hands in their own, tightly intertwining their fingers. Tefir laughs as he's tugged into a messy waltz, their feet kicking each other as they make their way around the balcony in a clumsy circle. With an excited squeal, Cu lets themself be dipped and spun before the two break apart breathlessly, looking back towards the sky for any sign of the fireworks show.

Cu stares at Tefir's back as he settles his elbows on the railing, his voice filtering over to them as he sings quietly to himself. His fingers tap on the transparisteel to the muted music of the party below, skirting around their shared drinks. Cu watches for a moment, content to listen forever, but shakes themself out of their stupor, bringing their hands up to wrap around their lek in a grounding motion. Before they can talk themself out of it, they bounce on their heels and step back into the space next to him.

“Hey, Tef? What if weee-” They stretch out their e, pausing to gauge whether or not he's paying attention, “…had a new year's kiss? You know, midnight, ball drop, just for kicks-”

Tefir turns, brows jumping then furrowing in time for a blush to race its way up his neck. He blanks, sparing a regretful glance toward his now empty glass, his words stuck in a dizzyingly flustered space. All he can muster are wide eyes, his jaw working to provide some answer.

Cu watches this, heart leaping into their throat, and panics.

“Y-you know what actually never mind that was a really stupid thought, I should just uhm. It's New Years, 'm being' dumb, we can just not. You can pretend I didn't even say it!” They wave their hands frantically and return to petting anxiously at one lek, staring past him into the city.

He lurches forward in surprise.

“Wait wait no I haven't even gotten to answer-” He reaches out, but pauses, “I don't think that's stupid!”

They tilt their head, fixing him with equally wide eyes while he gathers his nerves, “But?”

He lets his own head fall back to gaze at the sky, murmuring, “Fuck, don't look at me like that when I have to think…”

“'course I want to kiss you, you are literally the coolest person I know!” Tefir looks back to Cu, struggling and ultimately failing to maintain some sort of false nonchalance, “But I don't want you to want me-that-just because I'm the only one here, and you're lonely? And I don't want you thinking I want it, just because I'm lonely too.” His words become stilted, stumbling over his increasingly frazzled thoughts.

Cu blinks, processing his words with a frown, and moves toward him, murmuring, “Oh buttercup I- I'm so sorry Tefir, that's not…can I-?” Their hands hover along his jawline, aching to hold him but waiting.

Tefir nods minutely, melting into their touch the moment they rest their palms on his skin. Cu squeezes gently, pursing their lips at him until he gives a shaky giggle and purses his back. Sighing, they let their hands linger before resting them on his shoulders.

“Even if it's jus' two people needing-” They swallow and look away, “-needing company, I wouldn't ask anyone else. Tefir, you are…my favorite person.”

They trail off, fidgeting with the soft fabric of his collar and the delicate, stiff embroidery along it. Their nail catches on the thread, and they close their eyes, waiting to be pushed away.

Instead, they feel their hands get taken gently into his own and placed back on his jaw, where the muscle jumps and clenches nervously.

“Sunshine…you look like you're itching to say something else. Is there. Another reason you asked me?”

The unspoken please let there be more tightens his throat.

Cu laughs, hands shaking as they roll one of their thumbs across the scar that stretches from his chin to his lips.

“Too good at reading me.”

He hums, “Maybe.”

They tremble, letting the words build until they feel fit to burst, barely attempting to stop the confession as it touches their lips.

“Tefir I think I'm in love with you, and have been, and just wanted an excuse.”

A relieved sigh punches its way out of Tefir's chest, the sound brittle, as though it'd been held there from the day they had met. That doubt he'd carried, cobwebbed and heavy, swept away instantly. He kisses the inside of one of their palms, breathing in their scent as if it can moor him.

“I love you so much, darlin'. So. So much.”

Cu feels their chin crumple against their tears, “Oh. Oh!”

The urge to ask him, are you sure, is quelled as they open their eyes to find him waiting patiently for their response. There's not a thing to second guess in the way he looks at them, raw and trusting. He loves them.

They can't help their delighted giggle, as watery as it is, “Better kiss me to prove it then!”

Tefir gasps, laughing, "Oh, I should, shouldn't I." Before he eagerly pulls Cu into his chest, capturing their lips with poorly disguised desperation and eliciting a loud, pleased purr from them. They start to protest when he pulls away, only to fall into flustered silence as he peppers chaste kisses all over their cheeks and nose. The sound of the fireworks shooting above them manages to startle them apart for only a moment.

Later, while Tefir starts to fall asleep with his montral pressed into Cu's chest, they'll rub tired circles into his shoulders, and he'll realize that for all that he loves the fireworks, they're a poor substitute for the way Cu makes his chest ache.

#melonography #melon writes #melons ocs #tefir #cucumi #tefcu #swocs #this is like PURE INDULGENCE fit tropes in here like a fuckin clown car #get in loser we r going yearning

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somelondramatic · 5 months

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Man someone remind me to start putting all my headcanons about my little dudes here, they can't just stay stuck in my discord servers forever fksjfjsjc

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somelondramatic · 6 months

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Trick or Treat!

Woohoo!! Happy halloween 💚

I never talk abt it because it's not super fleshed out, but I think it's very important to note that in the au where Tefir is on Coruscant as a paramedic and Cu and their family are the traveling Mandalorians, Cu still loses their aunt+uncle and raises Winter.

But.

In this world, they witness their uncle being killed and exact very, very violent revenge immediately.

Her teeth in all universes are inspired by an anaconda; regular set, and then a set behind their canines that drop down and are made to Hold On. (Inherited from dad's side, they might be small togrutas but they are some of the deadliest 💚)

You can imagine, I think, how they used their teeth that day.

Anyways I just think that's fun :>

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #tefir #cucumi #melon rambles #ask meme #rude-mtn-lsbn

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somelondramatic · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

Weee happy halloween!!

Here have some lines from a snippet I've been thinking about :)

He turned then, lit dimly from behind by the party just below their feet. His brows furrowed, markings and hues shifting with the blush that raced its way up his neck. Desperately he wished that he hadn't drank tonight-maybe his words wouldn't be failing him.

"Y-you know what actually nevermind that was a really stupid thought, I should just uhm. It's New Years I'm drunk n' dumb we can just not. You can pretend I didn't-" They waved their hands frantically and turned to petting anxiously at one lek, looking anywhere but him.

Mmmmm tipsy decision making!!! Excellent stuff! Cu is usually so so confident...wheeeen she's sober 😌

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #tefir #cucumi #melon rambles #ask meme #thank u againnnn

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somelondramatic · 6 months

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TRICK OR TREAT :D

Hello!! Happy halloween 💚

Let's seeeeee I haven't really gotten to talk about this so...some thoughts on Tefir post lekku incident!

-Losing that much of his lekku left him almost entirely deaf on that side, because I like to think the lekku aren't just some decorative vestigial thing, but help sort of...draw sounds to the montrals?

-In that vein, it also threw his balance off and gave him vertigo when he was first recovering (though he largely tried to hide this out of a deep seated fear of being vulnerable (teehee))

-He still gets bouts of vertigo when he's super tired or on rainy days; his crew ofc always makes him sit things out if he needs it and does heavier lifting when it's necessary

-Albara helps him install a hearing aid into his helmet, so he has the option any time to use it and is especially helpful on missions, but he finds he prefers to go without it if he's not in armor (they tried a prosthetic lekku to see if it would aid him under more casual circumstances, but he hated the feeling of it and prefers to just go without)

-Cu and Winter like to give him what Cu termed "baby therapy" on bad vertigo days, where they pick Winter up and hold him against the amputated lekku- little man's purring is like emotionally healing, and the closest Tefir can get to "hearing" on that side without his aid (Cu is happy to step in and also do this ofc, which later ends up making Tefir's Favorite Sleep Position to be nestled against their chest)

WOOPS that got long, thank u for the ask LMAO

#melonography #melon rambles #melons ocs #melon writes #tefir #cucumi #albara #winter #ask meme #solipseismic #BIG MWAH THANK U AGAIN

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somelondramatic · 6 months

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trick or treat!

>:] happy halloween friend

Hmm let's go with a drabble idea about Orull and Albara; I've been toying with the thought that Albara wasn't always super cold and closed off, but Orull was, and Albara instead was pretty naive and clingy! As kids, Orull's defense mechanism was being mean, and to everyone. I want that to change, at least between them, with an interaction I've had kicking around my brain for a while now lol

The drabble would follow them wandering around a city as kids, new to being around each other but thankful for the company all the same. Albara, still mimicking for most of her spoken words, gets spooked by something and grabs his arm, and Orull snaps at her that she's being such a baby, "We're not even friends!" She lets go and follows him in silence, tucked into her own feathers, but that night she asks him in his own voice, "Not friends?" With the biggest, saddest eyes, and he regrets it so, so much. Hugs her to his side and apologizes ten times over, and that's coincidentally when he vows to himself to always protect his found sister.

This isn't what makes Alb so cold in the future, but it definitely contributes to how protective and loyal Orull becomes lol nothing like sibling tears to make you realize you fucked up!

#melonography #melon writes #melons ocs #orull #albara #ask #melon rambles

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somelondramatic · 7 months

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Was tagged by @catboydogma for the 9 lines 9 people thing!! I...don't know that many writers so take this as ur sign if ur seeing it.....and ty 💚

The teenager squealed and yanked his hand back before Cu could give him a proper flick, whining, "I know I know! They're so nice though...You just don't get it, kelp doesn't feel like this."

Cu stared at him, brow raised at his growing pout. Letting their hand fall to their hip in a newly familiar movement, they sighed, "Alright fine, you're being pathetic, but cute. You can bring any extras home if they're that tantalizing."

Sith AU, post empire, Cu runs a lil variety botany shop; their intern/assistant is Zengra, a nautolan whose design I snagged from a mutual a while back (in canon, he's a little toddler friend of Winter's, but I loved his design too much not to do more w him) He's fascinated by flower petals :>

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #sith!cu #sith au #cucumi #zengra

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somelondramatic · 7 months

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Child of the Temple

Originally wrote this last year but got too shy posting canon character interactions; NO LONGER

Sith AU: How Cu escapes

Features some mild gore and togruta headcanons

(Yes, this au hinges on Vader also being togruta)

The First Child twists their head to glare at Vader, baring blood stained teeth.

"You-" They spit furiously, "You had the privilege of feeling real love, of having a family, and you fucked it up."

A heaving breath against the phantom grip around their neck.

"But I. Won't make the same mistake."

The leather of his glove creaks, whining against the sharp movement of his fist curling tighter.

"And how do you suppose you will manage that?"

Growled between the respirator's artificial breaths, his question hangs between them. They both know the answer; beings like them do not, and should not, feel. Their mistakes were already made.

The First Child’s body twitches against his hold, and struggling for oxygen, manages a strained laugh, cruel and unbelieving.

"I sent him away. I don't know..." Their chin trembles and stiffens, "Where he plans to go. Where he'll be. And when I die?"

They glance at Vader's clenched fist.

"Without me, you won't find him either. He's safe from us both."

He drops them suddenly, the vocoder crackling as they gasp, "So end it already!" Their head drops to the floor, unshed tears blurring their vision, "You'll find nothing within me, and I won't live like this again."

Vader prowls around them, barking out what they suspect would have been a laugh, before everything. They don’t recognize him; what little was left of the man who destroyed their home and rebuilt it into a mockery of its predecessor, is now gone. Briefly, they wonder if he had ever cared for them, or if the ghoul standing over them had always been lurking under the surface, waiting for them to outgrow their usefulness.

Nothing but a replacement for his once apprentice.

"I will find the traitor, and I will teach you what love brings to those who so foolishly believe it is theirs to possess." He snarls, hands flexing towards them, "And child, I know you have answers."

With a flinch, The First Child backs away to flatten themself against a wall, hissing at him. The kyber shards they'd ripped from their helmet dig into their palm, and they shudder as they weigh their options. If they go forward with what is rapidly becoming their only choice, their connection to the force could be near permanently severed.

But..

Do they truly mind that? After what they’ve been made to do? Who they’ve hurt?

Vader steps closer, fist slowly opening and extending in an almost pleading gesture.

"This is your final opportunity."

Silence.

"You were mine, once. Did I not save you? Raise you?"

Guilt coils tightly in their chest for a moment, their eyes flickering between his hand, familiar in its punishment masquerading as mercy, and the mask, lenses tilted slightly. If they let themself look for too long, they know they’ll find his eyes locked onto theirs, always startlingly vulnerable in their intensity. The First Child instead ducks their head in their final cowardly act.

"Save me?" They cackle bitterly, "Save me!"

Their hand grasps the kyber shards viciously, the pieces shrieking in painreliefworryhope, and their head pounds as the kyber begins to splinter into smaller and smaller slivers.

"All you did was make me into a fucking monster."

A near imperceptible twitch of his hand and they feel the balls of their feet begin to rock forward anxiously.

With a terrified fling of their arm, their fist opens, pelting his front with hundreds of kyber particles. Immediately, the force around them mutes to a dull roar, vibrating through their skull and ringing their montrals painfully. Vader staggers back, the kyber coming to a halt under his command a moment too late, tearing through wire and nerve, the life support system giving a horrible screech.

The First Child whimpers into the silence that follows, tears spilling down their cheeks and leaving stinging trails, "Why would you make me do this?"

He doesn't answer them, slowly lowering himself to a knee. The respirator groans, sparks gathering and melting embers through his suit. They don’t wait to hear what the vocoder can still produce, instead catching their breath and focusing on the kyber they can still sense within the space. Grabbing at it desperately, they feel the surviving shards fly from the confines of flesh and durasteel, melding into a singular form hardly the size of a marble in their hand.

"Look for me? Look for him? I’ll kill you, whatever it takes." They force between gritted teeth, trembling as they step around Vader.

They pause in the doorway to glance down at him, pity and guilt coursing through their blood as he stares back, his hand still stretched toward them. His montrals, burned and decorated beyond recognition, produce a sickening roar in their own, agonized, unintelligible wails. Clutching the kyber to their heart, they allow themself to mourn their mentor only once, whispering, "I'm sorry."

And then they turn away, disappearing into the Fortress's halls.

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #sith!cu #cucumi #sith au #tograder #togruta!vader #listen i am so aware he would be able to deal w this easily #but please take the power of emo and let it compell you

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somelondramatic · 9 months

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Not Going Anywhere

A little bit of dialogue practice that I ended up really liking!

Sith AU: A conversation on wants

"I hate that I like talking to you so much. We came here to-to-"

"Fuck?"

"Yes! And I've just been TALKING about ME why am I doing this? And why do you listen?!"

"Well, it's not as if I don't /like/ listening to you. I like knowing that you feel comfortable with me, it makes this feel more...real. Like...like it's more."

"More what?"

"Just, more. Like maybe, you desire me for more than fucking stress relief. I know that I do-I don't know when it happened but, here we are. And I don't want to put words in your mouth, Cu, but I think you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel similiarly."

"Oh, is that /so/."

"Yeah. Tell me again what it is that you hate about this so much that the idea of me wanting you is so horrible?"

"That you'll get HURT okay? You don't need any of this," They spit the next words out, "Information. It's nothing! I'M nothing. But if anyone knew YOU knew, I-I dont even know!"

"Cucumi...I'm not going to get hurt over a few conversations-"

"You already HAVE BEEN. I hurt you." Their eyes burn as they stare at his missing lekku, the injury healed but still fresh.

Tefir balks, "That wasn't on purpose, was it? It was during a fight, that bullet could have killed either of us, it had nothing to do with /this/. And it doesn't matter, you ended up saving me anyway!"

"I had to save you because of. My. Own. Mistake."

"So it /was/ a mistake? Say that again, I really want to be able to hear you admit it."

"What, you like knowing I fucked up?! Sure, yeah, I fucked up BAD-"

He takes their hands then, firm but gentle to quell their shaking and moves to cup their face.

Quietly, "No. I like knowing that we both know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose."

They tremble, jaw clenching.

"So you just like being special to some fucking sith?"

"If that sith is you, yes."

A blink.

"..oh."

They relax minutely into his hold, eyes closing hesitantly.

"I. I'm sorry. 'M just so scared."

He nods, pressing his lips to their forehead and resting there.

"I know. But I'm here, and you're going to have to try harder than the tooka kit claws to get rid of me."

They giggle at this, melting further into his embrace with a shaky sigh.

"Thank you.."

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #tefir #cucumi #sith!cu #theyre so dramatic and i love them both

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somelondramatic · 9 months

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Breakfast in Bed

Cucu loves surprises; Tefir loves surprising them

Tefir stares at the chrono, leg bouncing nervously. Cu had stopped messaging him around one in the morning their time, and it was now seven. He figures he has at least another three hours before they even try to wake up. Blessedly, their ability to stay awake before the afternoon is a reliably horrible thing on their days off, something he’d figured out fairly early into their friendship through their near daily calls.

Some months ago, Tefir had been met with several long rings followed by a remarkably soft voice, muddled from sleep as Cu tried to answer him coherently. They had quickly shaken off the confusion that laced their greeting, but it’d been hard to ignore the tired rasp they’d mumbled his name in. It had taken him several apologies to feel like he could continue their chat, even with their reassurances that it’d been an accident, and they didn’t particularly mind being woken this early, it just surprised them.

(They insist on keeping their com open for him at all hours still, despite this. "It's not like you call from different time zones just to muck up my sleep!" They’d laughed, and he realized then that it’d not been the first time he'd woken them, just the first they couldn't quite hide it. He tried not to think about how that had made his stomach flutter-how fiercely he’d blushed over the idea of them losing sleep, just so he could start his day with their voice.

Was it selfish to hope they wanted to hear him too?)

Guilt had gnawed at him for letting his assumptions be the culprit of sleep cut short, but his slipup had also led to the start of a habit that he’s come to cherish alongside their conversations.

“In the land of the living yet?” He’ll tap out, unable to hide his delight over their simple response of ">:P" before the immediate incoming call notification.

With a shake of his head, Tefir tries to smother the smile that’d taken him while he was lost in thought; his customary check-in message today is going to help him more than they know. If Cu doesn't answer, it'll be his signal to go ahead with his plan: surprise them with his early arrival home, ideally with breakfast in tow.

The ship had hardly landed and he was already itching to leave-a feeling he was growing familiar with now that he had someone on Coruscant actually waiting to see him. He starts hustling around the cabin with a loud scuff of his boots, stuffing his wallet into whichever pocket has room and clicking his helmet into place. An early end to their latest campaign had left his crew without work for two weeks, a welcome change to their usual two or three days on-world between missions. Frankly, he felt more than a little relieved; it had been nearly two months since he last stepped foot on their capital planet, an unusually long time to be away. The decision to surprise Cu had been easy after realizing this, if a bit impulsive; the ship's ETA had read just past sunrise on Coruscant, and he couldn't quite shake the image of being able to wake them in person for once. Maybe he could somehow make up for his, apparently, early calls.

It had nothing to do with the image he still held fondly of them, over a year later- curled in their sheets, lekku spilling over their pillow as sunlight from the window dappled their complexion, and the shy grin they gave him, canines peeking out just over their bottom lip.

Nothing in the slightest.

“So. Planning on leavin’ anytime soon? Or ‘r you gonna just stand there and stare into space ‘til it’s too late?” The rough voice filters through Albara’s helmet, the modulator doing nothing to hide her playful tone.

“Hey! Hello-” His montrals flare brightly as he startles and swings around to glare at her, “I would appreciate a bit of support in my…my efforts to be a good friend-!”

The Rishii's feathers puff up and curl beneath her helmet, her giggling shaking the small table she’s sat at.

“Oh yeah, my apologies mister ‘good friend.’ I’m sure they’ll love whatever you’re doin’-now stop wearin’ a hole in th’ ship with your fuckin’ pacing, and get your ass out the door okay?” She twirls a clawed hand at him in a shooing motion, and his shoulders briefly hunch up in embarrassment.

Orull snickers along with her, moving to grab Tefir by the shoulders and give him a firm shake, "Yeaahhh c'mon Tef go show em' how much you loooooveee-"

Wringing his hands and patting his pockets, he looks around one more time before nodding sharply to himself and checking his com. Seeing his message to Cu still unread and unanswered, Tefir hurries off the platform and outside for his speeder to the sound of Orull and Albara hollering behind him.

Tefir shoves him away with a fake growl, opening his mouth to retort and finding no words. They were more than aware of the plan he’d agonized over while in hyperspace, so he supposes they have a right. Still, he opts to fling a rude gesture in their direction, Orull's smirk only growing. Tefir ignores him, turning to run over the morning's checklist again: Flatcake mix, apples, cinnamon, sausage... In and out. Simple mission. Grocery store, Cu’s apartment, hard to mess up.

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An hour later he finds himself in front of Cu’s door, grocery bag clenched in one hand and the other poised to knock. When a solid two-beat gets no answer, he kneels and fumbles around in a crack along the threshold's foundation. The spare key they’d left for him flips up into his grip and he stares at it for a second, leg twitching nervously again. Did coming home early enough to surprise them count as an emergency?

Probably.

Code lock opened, he punches their password in and carefully slides the door open, replacing the key with a glance around to make sure it's unseen. He holds his breath as he starts taking bits of armor off to make less noise, his helmet releasing with a hiss of air and his other pieces slowly creating a pile on Cu’s couch. Blinking as he adjusts to the bright morning light, Tefir takes a deep breath, a mild fragrance he can’t describe other than them washing over him. Glancing around at their organized shelves of ferns, flowers and hanging ivies, he finally tiptoes over to where he knows their bedroom is and peers in.

Cu’s form is hardly visible under their comforter, the ultra-downy thing nearly swallowing them whole. Only the tips of their montrals and the peak of their nose have wormed their way out into the open, eliciting a stifled laugh from Tefir. If he looks closely he can see that they’re wrapped around a pillow, their breathing punctuated by the tiniest of snores, and he’s struck by how much he loves them missed them. Overcome by the urge to abandon his idea and instead bury himself next to them in the blanket nest they’ve made, he shivers and closes their door as quietly as he can. Running his hands back over his montrals, he blows out a shaky breath and rushes to the kitchen, rubbing at his tired eyes as he sneaks through their cabinets and wills away the need to do anything but cook.

Soon two plates are stacked with flatcakes, sausages, and a bowl of chopped fruit, all stuffed precariously into a tray. Tefir vows to come back to the dishes he’s left soaking, too intent on balancing the tray and cups of water in his arms to worry about the mess he’s left, and teeters back to Cu’s room. They’ve since kicked off parts of the blankets, showing off just how tightly they’re hugging the pillow and the strangely familiar shirt they’re wearing. He nearly trips over himself when he recognizes it as one of his old ringer tees, a flush crawling up his neck as he notices the new tears from overuse along the collar and hem. Their nose twitches, eyebrows furrowing as the scent of breakfast wafts towards them, and he jumps to put the plates down on their side table, cautiously sitting on the edge of their bed.

“Woah, what are they cooking? Smells s’good…” Cu sighs into their pillow, lifting their head to squint towards the wall they share with their neighbor. Their gaze freezes on the plates of food, frowning curiously until Tefir clears his throat.

“Well, you might get a better answer if you ask me, but I’m sure they have a few good guesses.” He chuckles, biting the inside of his cheek when they bolt upright, eyes getting impossibly wide as they stare at him. For a moment it goes silent, and he struggles to not look away, overwhelmed by how plainly they’re wearing their emotions- the open awe on their features.

“Tef…?” They breathe, eyes darting all over him before landing back on his own, “Wha- When did you get back?! I thought-” Their voice gets traitorously weak and they clamp their jaw shut, swallowing hard and opting to wait for an answer as they grab for a pillow and hold it to their chest.

“Ah, well, the mission ended early! It’s a bit complicated as to why, but when I found out we’d be getting home before we originally thought, I. Figured it would be a pleasant surprise..?” Tefir’s voice turns up in a question, his hands gesturing aimlessly and settling back into his lap to fidget with his sleeves, “But if I overstepped, or- I really apologize, I just got so... I can, I can go if this is too much-” He finishes, biting his cheek harder and almost moving to stand.

Cu flies forward, grasping his hand with a startled shout, “No! No-no it’s okay really, please! Please don’t leave so soon.” They hug his arm, lower lip jutting out in a trembling pout, “I was just processing, I promise, no overstepping here, I’m so, so happy to see you, you don’t know-”

They hide their face in his shoulder abruptly, feeling somewhat like a child but unable to look at him after so blatantly telling on themself. Tefir blinks down at them before exhaling a long, relieved sigh.

"Thank the fucking stars.”

He lifts himself up further up into the remnants of their blanket nest, inching Cu off his shoulder and scooping them into a tight embrace instead. Their legs instinctively curl up against him, and the two fall sideways onto the mattress, a shared giggle shaking them both. Cu tucks under his chin in a practiced motion, montrals tickling his collarbone and releasing the last of any nervous tension he was holding.

He presses his lips against the top of their head in a fleeting kiss, murmuring, “Missed you.” And receives only a desperate nod in response.

They sit quietly together for a moment, content to soak up the other’s presence in the stillness of the morning. It’s become harder to ignore the ache when Tefir is away, Cu realizes as they breathe in his scent, the warmth left from his armor and leather gear putting them more at ease than they’re ready to admit to. The two’s reunions have begun to toe a line neither are quite confident in crossing, but it’s easy to ignore the complicated feelings involved when it can be waived off as two friends prone to loneliness missing one another.

The excuse sounds flimsy even to themself.

“Well. I guess breakfast is a big enough deal for the key, huh?” They laugh, grinning toothily at the way the iridescence of his lekku sparkles under his blush.

Cu finally sits up when they feel themself drifting off again, lolling their head lazily towards the tray waiting patiently on the nightstand. A sleepy smirk lights their face up as they eye the still-warm array, and they turn back to Tefir, now sporting an easy smile as he watches.

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #tefir #cucumi #orull #albara #swocs #teehee #this was one of the first things i ever wrote for them #it's since been edited big time lol

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somelondramatic · 10 months

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Meet Cu(te)

Hiii a year ago today I decided I wanted these two to be in love, but had to make things less simple than that, for the slow burn

Wherein Tefcu is technically friends -> lovers, but it starts a lil messy :>

Someone’s eyes are weighing heavily on Cu. The stranger’s gaze bores into their back, sending a dark flush crawling up their neck. They feel themself swaying more pointedly against the crowd, hoping distantly for their admirer to be lured in, if even for a single dance. The ebb and flow of the bodies around them is nearly intoxicating, and though Cu knows to be wary of unfamiliar club-goers, they still find themself tempted tonight. Sometimes, while everyone is asleep and their friends have already picked their poison, they let themself indulge. Anything to bat off the loneliness that rears its head so late.

So, when no one appears, they pout and turn to seek out whoever had found them so interesting. They lock eyes with a golden pair that flick away quickly, looking thoroughly embarrassed; the blue togruta they belong to is sitting at the bar, no drinks to be seen and a deep blush coloring his lekku. Cu squints, giggling at the half-eaten basket of fries he’s taken an intense interest in, and strides over. His eyes widen fractionally, watching as they bounce into the seat next to him and pluck at the basket playfully.

“Hi!” Flashing a grin, they prop their head in their hand and take a bite, raking their eyes over his form and back up to his face. His brows shoot upwards, the shy smile on his lips stretching into a handsome smirk. Cu struggles not to look away, fighting down the sudden urge to hide their face bashfully.

“Well, hello thief,” He laughs, voice bright with amusement, “I suppose this is what I get for staring-sorry for that.”

They blink in surprise, looking down as their montrals darken again and their cheeks blaze, “No, no! It’s okay, I’m very flattered! I actually saw you and couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you-” They peer up at him, swallowing nervously, “-maybe you’d want to join me for a bit?”

“Oh, I would love to.” He stands as he says it, and Cu attempts to not fall over themself staring at him.

He towers over them, but where they would normally bristle in warning, they can only focus on his dimples, obscured by the scars spanning the side of his face. They wonder briefly if he can just smile so charmingly on command, or if they’re somehow a special case. Almost hesitantly, he offers his hand, and they bottle their nerves up, grabbing it and leading him back onto the floor.

When they’ve found a spot for themselves, he startles an excited laugh out of Cu by pulling them close with a twirl. They glance up at him with an eyebrow teasingly raised, the thought that this man has no right being so damn pretty floating by as they turn fully in his grasp, taking

in the sparkle in his eye. Cu reaches up questioningly, and with an approving nod of his, cups his face delicately and studies him with pursed lips. His pulse jumps where their thumb traces over one of the raised lines peppering his jaw.

“You know, I didn’t catch a name?” Their voice raises imploringly, just barely able to be heard over the music.

“Tefir.” He answers, unconsciously nuzzling into their touch a fraction.

They watch with bated breath as he gently removes their hand and seems to think for a moment, then presses a featherlight kiss to their knuckles, hiding the tremor in his own. With a wink, he leans forward to press his cheek against the side of their montral and asks, “And you are?”

A shudder wracks their spine, “Cu-Cucu. It’s Cucu. But ah-you can just call me Cu.”

Tefir nods thoughtfully, letting them sway in place before spinning Cu again to press their back against his chest. He returns his cheek to its resting spot. “Forgive me for being blunt, but I find it a bit hard to believe you’re here alone.” He says, concern creeping into his tone, “I’m not intruding? Or interrupting anything, am I?”

The implication hangs between them, the question of whether Cu has someone at home to return to, and their stomach flutters over the thought that he might find them so unattainable. Of course the feeling is far from unshared. Still, they snort loudly and turn in his direction, “Definitely not. Should I be worried-?” They gesture toward him, eyebrows furrowing. The scoff and sharp shake of his head they get in return cool their brief flare of panic. Humming, they nod and rest their head back against him, and the two relax into each other.

Warm calloused hands soon meet Cu’s waist, trailing down their sides and coaxing a content sigh from them. Tefir tugs them closer, their back flush to his chest now, and guides their hips in a slow roll. The low growl that builds in his throat brings their insides to a boil. They shiver, debating whether they were willing to contend with risks tonight, and finally settle their hands over his. He pauses, about to pull away, when they squeeze desperately, trying to convey their thoughts without voicing them. Cu has never been good at this part, shyness overcoming their earlier confidence.

Mercifully, he seems to understand, and the question has hardly left his mouth before they are weaving back through the cantina. They burst outside, nervous snickering giving way to full-blown laughter. When they find their speeders, Cu leans back against theirs to ask if their apartment would suffice, and he looks apologetic.

“I may have to leave for work at some point early, so that would be perfect…” Tefir taps his keys unhappily against his hip as he speaks, trailing off with his nose wrinkled.

Cu pouts teasingly but nods, hopping off of their speeder to hurry over to him and press a soft kiss to his jaw. “Worry about it later, okay?”

“..fuck. Okay yeah, yeah-” He breathes as they step away.

Already hating the cold he leaves behind as they go, Cu starts the engine and has to lean their head against the controls to breathe. Something here feels different, a good kind of different, and admitting that only serves to make them dread the next day. Their stomach turning, they shake their head with a frown. It’s been a lovely night, they sigh at themself, and it will continue to be great. It’s just. Some. Guy.

Thankfully, by the time he meets them outside of their home, those thoughts are easily chased away.

And when Tefir has to leave in the morning, he needs no convincing to stay for an extra ten minutes, kisses pressed to their forehead and montrals as he says goodbye. Their throat grows tight and they bury themself back in their sheets while the door slides definitively shut. Sleep comes with difficulty, and wakefulness even more.

Later, after messaging their friends and bemoaning their ability to ask if maybe we could get coffee or something later, they’ve wrapped themself in a blanket and shuffled into their kitchen miserably. In the middle of berating themself for being too tender over a stranger, a rather hastily written note on their counter stops them in their tracks.

A soft grin lights up their face as they read it.

“I work in other sectors most of the year, I really, truly apologize for cutting our time so short. I was hoping I'd still get to hear more about that greenhouse you call an apartment?”

Following the note is a com number, several scratched-out signatures, and an adorable drawing of a mandalorian helmet…smiling? And winking?

Cu shrugs and dances on their tiptoes excitedly-maybe, he’s just as tender as they are.

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That evening, Tefir receives a simple message, “so, a mandalorian…who does relief work, right :-)?"

His crew doesn’t let him live down the noise he makes.

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #cucumi #tefir #i simply adore the idea of them both going #no no definitely did not fall in love at first sight that don't happen #and then being stupid about it for a few years

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somelondramatic · 11 months

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Bad Dreams, Quiet Confessions

Tef visits the bestie's family and they both try not to think about how well he fits into that puzzle

What had been a brief visit for family dinner had, inevitably, turned into a sleepover. Cu lay under a nest of their old blankets and pillows, blinking drowsily up at the ceiling. Their childhood room was bare but familiar with its pale cream walls and high skylights. Across from them on a thin hoverbed, Tefir shifted around, sighing and burrowing deeper into the fuzzy white comforter they'd dug out from the linen closet. A lazy smile crossed Cu’s features, content in having their friend back, and in having a place for him to stay in both their homes.

Normally when he arrived on Coruscant, he would head to his apartment first, rest and wash up before seeing anyone. But the temptation of Cu and Pepo's cooking had lured him straight to their door, exhaustion soon forgotten in the threshold as Winter barreled around the corner and alerted the family to Tefir’s arrival with a screamed, "Teffie!" The toddler nearly tripped into his arms as he laughed, scooping Winter up and onto his hip as he wandered towards the kitchen. Amidst the chaos of their siblings' greetings and hurried weaving around their parents, Cu was only barely able to squeeze a quick welcoming hug around his side before ushering him off to wait for food, making sure to give Winter a parting peck on the nose that left Tefir embarrassingly envious.

He let Winter “help” take off the bulk of his armor, a routine they had adopted months ago that both adored; Winter wanted to hear about what each piece meant and did, no matter how many times Tefir visited and explained. While they worked together, Winter excitedly talked about his new room, where he was going to be sleeping on his own for the first time. Tefir's shocked gasp and encouraging nods had Winter clambering into his lap and hugging Tefir as tightly as he could.

When Cu called for the two of them, Tefir reluctantly set Winter off to get ready to eat, a promise to look at his room later sparking a squeal. In the fresher, he hurriedly splashed his face with water; the idea of sitting with Cu's family, marinating in the grime of the day's journey, left a sour taste in his mouth. Still, he couldn't help how eagerly he sat at the table, ready to chatter aimlessly with them. He was immediately accosted by another family member, though. Meals in the Retihli household were never quiet, of course.

Only vaguely disappointed-really, he caught up with Cu every day-he sank into the surrounding conversations. By the time the two had a moment to themselves, they were in bed already, drifting off in the middle of sentences and laughing sleepily at each other's attempts to rouse themselves. A low hum had filled the room, the pair purring contentedly before quietly sputtering out as they finally allowed themselves to close their eyes.

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Cu startled awake hours later at the sound of the door cracking open, yawning and staring blearily as Winter shuffled over to their bed, a plush porg clutched to his front. He peered up at them, shivering profusely as tears spilled down his cheeks. They scrambled to sit up, throwing the blankets back and reaching out just as he hiccuped through gasping breaths, "I-I'm sorry-"

"Baby, what for? It's okay, it's okay-c'mere what happened?" They whispered frantically, pulling him up into their lap and gently wiping at his face with their sleeve.

He trembled harder, his voice barely intelligible, "Bad d-dream..you left, d-didn't come ba-ack.."

"Oh, oh no my little sprout.." Cu tucked him close to their chest, resting their nose between his montrals and slowly rocking him. They grasped for words, struggling to think past the adrenaline pounding their heart against their ribcage. Finally, they leaned back and tilted Winter’s chin up to look him in the eye.

"I'd never. Never ever. No matter where I go, I will always find my way back to you."

"Are you s-sure?"

"Yes, sweetpea. I know it."

They began rubbing small circles into his back, biting back their own tears at the shivers still wracking his form. Glancing over to where they hoped they'd find Tefir still asleep, they were instead greeted by him watching worriedly, his eyes darting between them and Winter. The concerned expression he wore only relaxed when Cu nodded their head in a "come here" motion; a moment later he was out of his covers and stuffing himself into their already crowded pile. Cu let their head lay back against his shoulder, allowing themself to relax a bit more. He felt solid, like a soft, safe shelter.

Carefully, Tefir situated himself under the covers and pulled them both tighter against his side, murmuring in a voice that was all gravel and warmth, "Hey little man, why don't you stay in here tonight?" Taking a deep, tired breath, he continued, "That new bed of yours is very cool but sleeping alone can be scary at first.."

Winter looked up at him, shaking his head before his chin crumpled and he burst into fresh tears, burying his face into Cu's neck as he whimpered,"Noo-ooo 'm a big boy...I can do i-it.."

"Even big boys need help sometimes, love." Cu chastised softly, shifting to let Tefir lean down to Winter's height.

With a lopsided smile, he pressed a finger affectionately into Winter's cheek and chuckled, "I need help all the time, 'nd especially when 'm trying to fall asleep...if you stay, I think it would reeeaallly help."

Winter peeked open one eye at him, curled against Cu's chest as he was, and gave a watery sniff before nodding once. Beaming, Tefir yanked the blankets further over the three of them, creating a cocoon as he wriggled to slide both arms around the two he was now sharing the bed with. Both squirmed closer to him in response, prompting a quiet, happy noise to vibrate through his chest.

"Hey," Cu rasped once Winter had fallen asleep between them, "Thank you...I know you didn't-'' They waved a few directionless fingers, "Sign up for this. But, thank you for helping..."

Tefir rolled his eyes fondly, "Don't you even start Cucumi, I refuse-" His point was interrupted by a jaw-cracking yawn,"-refuse to consider any of this somethin' I need to be thanked for. I signed up to be YOUR friend and everything that...that entails. And. I love your family, you know that..."

By the end of his sentence, his words had become airy and slurred, his eyelids fluttering shut. Cu listened to his breathing even out, gazing up at him with damp eyes. Hesitantly, they craned their neck to plant a kiss on the top of his lekku, blushing when he murmured incoherently in response. Turning slightly, they nuzzled Winter’s forehead and finally let their head drop to their pillow.

"...I love you too." They breathed.

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somelondramatic · 1 year

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TefCu, Sith AU Snippet

Cold.

The First Child is always cold.

Frostbitten fingers grow numb beneath the stiff leather of the uniform's gloves. Ice holds their spine rigid; chills warp their montrals into twisted specters of their once-family.

Their words are sharp; an arctic bite that leaves room for no one.

And so they have been left alone in their own company, sarcastic remarks greeted by troopers' empty, forced laughs. Their eyes are never met.

They don't mind these conditions; this life chosen for them demands a ruthlessness that their past self would weep over. It has always been easier to turn others away-to let the frost seep into their bones and crack the marrow.

Solitude has bred them into who they need to be.

Lying under the cover of the thin sheets provided to each cell of a room, they press their bare body against the bounty hunter’s tighter. His breath kisses the top of their forehead and barks at the heels of the glaciers dotting their skin, chasing it away with practiced ease. They revel in the warm paths his fingertips leave, skating up and down their arms, pressing into their hips before resting along their back.

His touch, gentle yet firm, makes them wonder what the two could have, had they met in another life.

Briefly, they let themself forget the one they lead now. How they met him is of no consequence; nothing exists outside of the flimsy haven they’ve built together in this bed. There are no punishments in store for them, no grueling hours of unnecessary training, and no barely restrained growls behind a hard mask.

No, all of it ceases when they lay with him, his form swallowing theirs whole and the rise and fall of his chest lulling them into sleep more restful than any bacta could hope for. Their answering smiles to his unsaid affections are becoming impossible to hide, and they find with every encounter, they want him to see more.

It would come as no surprise, then, that the cold they so carelessly endure, has begun to sting.

#melonography #melon writes #melons ocs #cucumi #tefir #sith!cu #sith au #in this au tefir doesn't join a crew until after he's left cucu #fun

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somelondramatic · 1 year

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Panic! At the Gala

Or, snippet where Cucumi has a bit of a breakdown over being in love, and Tefir is there too, also hopelessly in love, and being stupid in another direction

Tonight, Cu was selfishly happy to find Tefir’s lopsided smile hidden beneath a layer of beskar. The armor had never been a barrier to them, only an extension of him; they thought he looked all the part of the warrior he was when he stood next to them, strong arms grasped behind his straightened back and chin held high. His helmet, adorned with a pair of bronze horns, was something they regarded especially with a deep affection, the horns’ points reaching skyward alongside their own montrals. Still, where they would have typically felt something missing in the lack of pointed eye rolls and soft grins, there was a spot of relief. It was far easier to smother their feelings-to pretend they were simply a product of the event, when Cu couldn’t meet Tefir’s gaze.

It was nothing but a sort of misdirected excitement, Cu had convinced themself, merely adrenaline pumping their heart against their sternum with a muted thud.

It was more difficult, though, to ignore how their heart clenched when he was pulled away from them into the grasp of yet another of the city's many benefactors, eager for a dance with one of their own Mandalorian heroes. Cu’s ability to pretend that he was a distant stranger, a man they didn’t care for so fiercely, crumbled as his freshly polished armor flashed under the crystal chandeliers, reminding them of their desperate wish to be the person draped over his arms. They could hardly manage a quick smile as the pair passed, the ache of jealousy twisting in Cu’s gut, their fangs dulled by their fear of losing Tefir.

Their one reprieve was in the shadow of where his eyes should be.

If only they knew he would never look away.

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When Tefir invited them as his plus-one, his grin had lit the entire room. "Everyone else already has their person," He'd said, a whisper of something entering his voice but disappearing swiftly, "I figure we could have some fun- dress up and eat on the elites’ dime, no?" And who were they to say anything but yes, as the pit in their stomach warred with their elation.

He'd lent them a piece of his armor, a bronze vambrace with gold and brown detailing, to aid in their search for a matching outfit. It wasn't lost on them how much trust he so casually bared in the simple gesture; to tuck a piece of him away in their bag and hold it close as they ran their hands over suits and gowns of shifting hues felt almost dangerous, as if it weren’t their place, and yet he had chosen them. It had to have meant something more, even if neither said it aloud.

In the corner of the ballroom now, Cu stood alone in a dress with fabric like liquid metal pooling down their silhouette, and the too big vambrace hugging their forearm, secured with leather straps and delicate chains hanging from their wrist. Perfectly his other half, matched to the thread, but everything between them left unspoken. Cu thought it would hurt less if Tefir had never given them the piece to begin with, or maybe never invited them.

The ferocity of their growing loneliness surprised them. They wanted to pull him against their chest and loop their armored wrist back through his vulnerable arm; they wanted to bare their teeth in a wicked smile at anyone who thought they could take him. In their dream, he would twirl them over the floor, dipping them with that warm laugh he had just for the two of them, and Cu would lift his helmet and press their lips together, tracing his scars and telling him just how beautiful he was, how wanted he was, how he was theirs and they were his.

They wanted, they wanted, they wanted.

So Cu slunk away, when the want took hold too tightly, under Tefir’s unnoticed gaze. The hollow click of their heels as they moved down the empty hallways was the only evidence they left of their escape, his heavy boots soon following hesitantly. The balcony Cu stepped out onto was bathed in a calming moonlight, the imported ivy wrapped around the railing in delicate sections. They traced the patterns beneath their fingertips, shivering against the cold as their panicked breaths slowed. Soon, it was just them and the tear tracks freezing against their cheeks.

Tefir stopped in front of the ornate doors, glaring at his reflection for a moment before focusing outside, where Cu’s form had begun to hunch in on itself, shoulders rounded and lekku twitching in protest of the temperature. They flinched at the sound of the doors opening, but couldn't bring themself to turn, already knowing who would be there. Briefly, they wondered how much of a nuisance they had been to have warranted his finding them, but then he was standing next to them, radiating that welcoming warmth; they became a victim of their desires.

Barely a touch of Tefir’s hand to Cu’s shoulder and he had turned them into his embrace, curling around them protectively. He held them silently, running a gloved hand over their back lek and tucking them under his chin. They heaved out a breath, watching it fog across his chest piece as they prepared to explain themself, when apologies started to spill out of his modulator- unnecessary words of comfort, when they knew he’d done nothing to deserve it.

He couldn’t control their emotions, after all.

Cu almost let go of their self control, then-almost cupped their hands under Tefir’s helmet and thumbed at his jaw until their fingers hardened with callouses. They wanted to ask if the two could pretend for one night that he never had to leave them again, those wealthy assholes just one of so many reminders that Cu was not his but could be. Could they please banish the hurt that coated their ribcage and laid in bed with them every moment he was lightyears away, even once?

Instead, they quietly told him that they were overwhelmed by the crowd; Tefir had nothing to apologize for. They only needed a few moments outside. He stared at them disbelievingly, but didn't argue, his shoulders dropping in mute defeat. Swallowing over a dry throat, he began to sway them together around the balcony, humming a soft lullaby that brought fresh tears to Cu’s eyes.

-----Alternate Ending (non-canon, but I'm a SAP)-----

The gloved hand on Cu's back chased the chill of the night away, its worn fabric catching on their dress and carefully moving instead to bare skin. Gentle circles began to trace their way up and down their spine, and they felt their grip on Tefir's flight suit relax. He always managed to ground them, in everything he did, down to the way he breathed, and even now when he should be-

They buried their face further into his neck and stifled the urge to cry again, frustrated with themself for preening at the attention he gave them, consumed with guilt for taking him away from the gala.

"I'm so sorry," Cu bit out, feebly attempting to push themself away,"Go-go back out there, I'm okay, really, I just need a second."

Tefir frowned at them, hands sliding down to catch theirs hesitantly, thumbing at their knuckles before interlocking their fingers. Cu stared at their joined hands, brow twitching in their effort not to look up at him. Even with the helmet on, they knew he was pouting at them with that Look, the one they were powerless against.

"Cucumi." He sighed softly, "You have to understand by now that I have known you for far too long, for you to think I don't know when you're hiding."

His grip tightened for a moment, then one hand let go. Cu tensed at the sound of the helmet’s face plate unsealing, worrying their lip between their teeth as they heard Tefir clip it to his belt.

"Please?"

Briefly they managed to match his gaze, but the open concern he had on display had them darting away. Mouth open. Shut. Their jaw clenched. Eyes closed.

"I just. I. I don't want to take you away. But it’s so hard to be happy when I know you're going to be gone tomorrow morning." Their voice trembled around their rapidly tightening throat, "And you've spent...so much time not…with me-" They flushed and cut themself off, attempting to restart as they glared out into the garden and willed away the shame coloring their montrals a deep emerald.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know you give me all your time anyways." Cu finally whimpered, "But Tefir.."

"I don't know how many more goodbyes I can take," They croaked, "And I thought we could just. Pretend. For the night. That, you know, you were mine and I...was yours..."

Fresh tears spilled over their cheeks, and they ducked their head to hide their wrinkling chin. At the silence that followed they took a shuddering breath and nodded vacantly, murmuring, "I'll just…gather myself. You get back out there and I'll. Uhm. I'll meet you. I know Orull and Albara are probably pissed-"

"No!" Tefir gasped out.

Cu startled, eyes snapping open to finally meet his. He desperately pulled them closer, bringing a hand up to wrap around their own and hold it to his cheek. Transfixed, they watched him turn to press his lips firmly into their palm, squeezing his eyes shut as he cradled them against himself.

"No. No no no. No more goodbyes then. No pretending needed," He nearly growled, the crease between his brows deepening, "We will figure something out, I swear it. I would never want you to feel…I was just so…”

Words failing him, he looked up at them, irises blazing as he took a shaky breath.

"I am so, so sorry, Sunshine. I have always been yours."

Shock kept Cu frozen for a beat, and then they were surging forward, ripping their hand away to throw it around his neck. A nervous, but giddy laugh bubbled into their voice, filling the tiny space left between the two as Cu hovered close enough to feel Tefir's pulse jump anxiously.

"Promise...?" They whispered, smiling hard at the feeling of his hands cupping their jaw.

"Promise."

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