One day I'll get out of the Dewther web....it's not today though.
Just Dewther snippets of their lives and feelings for eachother.
Cw: sappy boys, some feelings of sadness and anger but brief, just them loving each other in different stages y'all
Aether cracks his eyes when Dew starts to shift to get out of bed. He groans and tries to grab for him, to keep his warmth tucked close. He gets gentle fingers sliding over his cheek and a feather light kiss to his lips.
"Stay asleep."
Part of him wants to argue, to tell Dew to stay. They haven't had time to just lay together, to bask lazily in the softness of eachother, to kiss slow and let the heat build without feeling the desperate need to address it.
But he is tired so he just let's it take him under again. He drifts to dreams of Dew and wakes to his mug beside him the way it always is when Aether gets to sleep in.
His stomach dips and his heart stumbles over itself as if it were the first time all over again. Sometimes Dew's able to pop in and keep it warm until Aether wakes up, sometimes he's too busy.
He leans back against Dews pillow and savors every cold sip of coffee simply because Dew made it, because he thought about him and wanted him to know it.
Aether let's that thought get him through the day until he's able to get Dew in his arms to thank him properly.
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Dew is horrible at taking care of himself, running himself into the ground at the drop of a hat because someone needed something. Aether can't count the amount of times he'd ended a shift in the early hours of the morning only to find Dew curled up on the couch, sleeping but not peacefully.
There are nights when Dew can't handle a bed that Aether's not in, curling around himself in a hoodie far too big for him for some vague feeling of the Quint around him.
Aether doesn't ask what drives him down ti the couch and not into his bed, he doesn't press about what thoughts cloud his mind.
He sets everything down and makes his way to the couch, smiling at the way Dew's hands hide in the sleeves held up by his face. Aether rests his palm on the top of his head, ducking to kiss his forehead.
He blinks awake slowly. "Aeth..."
"Yeah, I'm home. Come on, up to bed."
He leaves the door open while he showers, Dews sleep heavy eyes locked on the bathroom until Aether comes back out. He curls around him and purrs, drifting off as soon as Aether settles beside him.
Aether can't deny the warmth in his chest at the knowledge that Dew specifically wanted him.
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Dew isn't the best when it comes to feeling deeply, too afraid of what it means, too afraid to let himself feel everything he aches for out of fear that this will be taken away too.
He retreats in on himself and resorts to words that cut like blades and a bitterness in his scent. He gnashes teeth and claws and tries to keep them away, thinking he's protecting them. Aether knows better, knows that terrified little voice in his head and Dew uses anger to keep that soft side safe.
It still stings when Dew spits venom his way, even as he watches his eyes go dark and brim with regret and he knows Dew hates himself for it.
"I love you. Find me when you're ready." He hates walking away but he knows he has to, Dew needs to dig through his thoughts and crawl to his own resolution.
It's not as often as it used to be, Aether had worked to help him tirelessly, sifting through the darkness that clung to his mind like a plague.
He always finds him later, shoulders slumped and sobbing, begging forgiveness against Aether's chest.
"Talk to me."
And he does, cries his words and shakes like a leaf, ripping his chest open and exposing the very depths of himself.
"I'm too much."
"You could never be too much."
"You deserve better."
"You're the best."
He clings, holds on like the confessions will break their bond. "They'll send me back-"
"I'd kill them if they tried."
He holds him until his mind quiets, until he falls asleep in Aether's lap, curled up and far too vulnerable. Aether keeps his arms tight around him, vowing to keep him safe from everything. Including himself.
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Aether is no stranger to bad days. His own thoughts or things beyond his control. He holds it all until it starts to consume him.
Dew watches the shadows under his eyes grow darker, those pretty eyes he loves so much swallowed up by the void, black and empty and so cold.
He tracks him down, head in his hands at his desk in the infirmary, another loss that he feels deeper than Dew can really understand. He watches his shoulders shake, silent sobs as he breaks alone in an empty room.
He's gentle in his approach, softly laying his hand on Aether's shoulder until he turns and presses his face into Dew's belly, sobbing into his shirt.
"Come home. I've got you."
Aether wants to argue, there are papers to fill out and things he needs to make sure are done but he's so tired, he's so tired and his shoulders ache and Dew's so warm...
He said he's got him...and Aether believes him and let's him lead.
Dew fills the bath and strips them both down, guiding Aether in and pulling him to lay back against his chest.
"Put it down. You don't have to hold it all, Aeth."
He lets himself break when Dew kisses his shoulder. He lets himself cry, let's it all bleed out of his body while Dew holds him there, a steady grounding point pressed against his back.
He doesn't mean to go until hes drained, until he can't even keep his eyes open but it doesn't really matter.
"Rest. I'm right here."
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Aether thinks Dew laughing is the most beautiful thing in the world. His smile, the way he tosses his head back, the way his eyes light up as if the sun itself lived somewhere inside of him.
Swiss makes him laugh the hardest and Aether can't find it in himself to even be jealous, not if it means he gets to hear that unguarded joy.
Sometimes he can't help himself, he grabs him and kisses the taste of his happiness from lips still smiling against his. And Dew will cock his head and look at him with sun warm eyes and everything else fades away.
Aether cups his face and watches the smile soften into one he knows well, small and seemingly only for him.
"What was that for?"
And there is so much he could say, give him thousands of reasons that he needed to kiss him. He simply smiles, runs his thumb across Dews little galaxy of freckles and presses another kiss to his lips.
"I love you."
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Dew thinks Aether like this is the most beautiful thing in the world. Soft in the morning, glasses on while he reads before they have to face the day. Bare chested and sweats low on his hips, lips curving just slightly when his book gets interesting.
Dew pauses in the doorway of the bathroom on his way back to bed just to watch him in the soft morning light. He will never understand how Aether can't see himself the way the others do, the way he does.
It's everything about him, the focus in his eyes, the way he licks his fingers to flip the page...it never fails to leave Dew dumbstruck to watch Aether simply existing. He's sure he falls further in love with every breath Aether breathes.
Aether glances up over his glasses and Dew's stomach flips.
"What?"
He climbs up on the bed and crawls across until he can settle on Aether's lap. He loves the slow build of heat in his eyes, the teasing shape of a smirk starting. And Dew could fan the flames, could feed the fire and take or be taken...but that's for another time.
He cups Aether's jaw and kisses him softly, kisses like a whisper until they are forced to breathe.
"What was that for?"
"I love you."
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Thought about Ghost pirate AU instead of sleeping last night, so here are some of said thoughts (I really wanna make that a fic but i'd need to research some specific vocabulary since english isn't my first language and even in french i don't know much about how to describe ships and things like that) :
Copia is the captain of the Impera ship (how original, I know).
Cirrus and Aether are his seconds in command.
Phantom has tons of eyepatches that he decorates with shells Swiss picks for him, pearls Rain brings back from the deepest parts of the sea, shiny things Aurora gifts him, etc...
Sunshine is constantly up in the sails, swinging from ropes and masts, keeping an eye on the sea and the sky, always on the lookout for danger or opportunities.
Dew is an incredible shot, and he's very proud of it - likes to show off, though he knows when to prioritize efficiency over elegancy.
Rain is some kind of siren, and lures whichever ship the crew has eyes on toward them by singing. He usually swims after the ghouls' ship, when the sea is calm and he isn't needed on the deck.
Swiss has a variant of Rain's capacity, but without singing. He just...sort of hypnotize people just by talking. Like...enhanced charm. It wears off the longer the person is exposed to it, though, so he has to use it wisely.
Their ship is the fastest on the sea, since Cumulus and Cirrus can manipulate wind and basically give it a speed boost whenever.
Mountain's sense of orientation is impecable. As long as you have him, you're never lost. He's like a living compass. (maybe he can "sense" the lands around them to a certain extend ?)
Aether ties and unties knots in loose ropes when he's anxious (kinda like Finnick in Hunger Games) and is the medic on board.
Cirrus is a sword master. Do not challenge her in a duel, she will win.
Aurora is an explosion enthousiast. Do not let her unsupervised around canons or powder. It does come in a handy when the goal is to blow up the enemy, though.
Cumulus is a frightenigly clever strategist. Whenever a plan needs to be made, she always come up with the best, most twisted ideas. She's also in charge of drawing the maps (she's the only one with a neat handwritting).
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