[Open] Multifandom One-Shot Book

~ Snow Problem ~

Fandoms: Fire Emblem Warriors, Luigi's Mansion 3, Persona 5

Ship: Darios/Morty (ironic)

It's their 3-year anniversary today but the fic itself isn't canon to the bigger scope of Waifus Are Forever, I just thought it'd be nice to write another fic of them. And also I need to put something in this book-

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When climate change wasn't being a bitch, Morty was able to watch snow and interact with it as freely as he could. After all, he was a ghost; he didn't feel pain the same way he would if he were still human.

Unfortunately for him, the same couldn't be said for his fiance, Prince Darios of Gristonne. Unlike his lover, Darios rarely had the pleasure to enjoy the snow as a child. Any rare occasions to enjoy the snow were with his friends from the neighboring Aytolis, and even then it was usually him visiting them for unrelated reasons. He just got lucky to go out because of who was hosting.

But now with his father gone and him being an adult, Darios now had the ability to join Morty in enjoying the snow, which the two were currently trying to do. The prince patted his finishing touches on their snowman and took a few steps back. He didn't consider himself to be as introspective and artsy as Morty was, but he had to admit that some of it was starting to rub off on him.

Soon the snowman's coal-colored eyes blinked as the creation slowly began to move its stick arms. "This is much heavier than I thought it'd be," Morty's voice spoke from the snow sculpture. "I don't think this will work out. I'm a failure of a ghost and an even bigger failure in terms of attaining my fitness goals."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure I'd struggle too if I were you," Darios lied. Only one of the two had years of training with the sword, including heavy weightlifting. "You can come out of there if you want."

Soon came Morty's spirit, which was now shivering as he slowly solidified himself. "I hated that feeling."

"What feeling?"

"Being transparent while it snows," Morty explained. "Not that you'd be able to understand, but they pass through you when it happens. It feels so violating!"

Darios frowned as he observed Morty still shivering, despite him now being unable to otherwise feel that sensation. So he did the only thing he knew to: he gave Morty his coat.

The ghost gasped. "But... but the cold-!"

"Don't worry. I've seen plenty of romance movies where people do this kind of thing, and that alone gets me feeling warm," the man explained. "And seeing you in my jacket is enough to make me feel even warmer. You're adorable."

Morty blushed. "D...Darios..."

Darios smiled. "Morty."

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"Oh fuck," Ren said as locked the front door behind him. In his arms were snowkissed paper bags of groceries that he'd promised to get his adoptive parents while out running other errands.

And in Darios's arms was a pile of tissues. The poor guy was resting on the couch in the living room and coughing like there was nothing else that he could do. Morty brushed aside some loose strands of hair on Darios' exhausted face.

"Dat was dhe worsd idea I've had in a while," Darios groaned. "I'm so sdupid."

"What happened?" Ren asked as he set the bags down on the floor. "Why's Father on the couch?"

Morty looked over at Ren and held up a thermometer. "We tried to have a romantic moment outside and failed miserably."

"My fauld," Darios added. His guilt and sickness was evident even in the bask of the fireplace's glow. "I won' do id again."

"Neither of us are as acquainted with snow in the same way you are, Ren," Morty further clarified. "Are you able to go out and get more cold medicine?"

Ren put his coat back on. "On it, Dad."

Morty grinned. "Good." He hovered over to one of the grocery bags and shuffled his hand around in it until he finally found something that suited his interests. "I'll cook up some soup for Darios and then we can figure out what we're doing for tonight, okay?"

The boy nodded. "Sounds fine to me."

"Perfect!" Morty rushed over to the kitchen, and within a few seconds, there was audible beeping coming from it. "Alright, and now we wait."

"Uh... Dad?" Ren asked. "You didn't happen to put the soup can in the microwave, did you?"

"Of course I did!" Morty said. "Look, I know your father tends to do the cooking around here, but I think I'm-"

The house immediately blew up. I'd say there were no survivors, but considering that Morty's a ghost, he most certainly remained. "OH GOD, I'M DEAD! I'M DEAAAAAAAD!" he screeched in horror as his semitransparent arms flailed wildly. "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M A- oh, wait." He lowered his arms, but not before slapping himself for good measure.

Fortunately for him and his sanity, Darios and Ren were now also ghosts. Unfortunately, they were pissed, and rightfully so. Morty chuckled nervously. "Well, I now know that I probably shouldn't do that again."

"You didn't know that you're not supposed to put metal in the microwave?" Darios asked, his voice miraculously no longer sounding congested.

"Yeah, I thought you'd know that by now," Ren added. "Aren't you from the 20th century or something?"

Morty raised his hands defensively. "That was just barely after my time! Besides, look at how Darios is doing! His untimely and horrid demise cured him of his cold!"

Ren and Darios stared into Morty's soul. Well, technically Morty already was a soul as is, so they'd just be staring at him. Forgive me, I'm sleep-deprived after a stressful finals week and just wanna go honk shh mimimimi.

"Yeah, we need to fix this," Morty added sheepishly.

"You need to," the two corrected him in an angered unison.

Morty sighed. "Welp, we're fucked."

"You're fucked," they both parroted.

He hung his head low. "Usually that's how I like it, too..."

"HUH?" Ren said.

"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IN FRONT OF HIM!?" Darios yelled.

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!" Morty defended himself.

Darios looked at him in disbelief. "HOW CAN THAT BE USED IN REMOTELY ANY OTHER CONTEXT!?"

The couple began bickering in front of Ren, whose ghost was currently having an existential crisis on top of the wreckage of their house, all during a snowstorm. We hope that you and your family have a holiday much better than this one. :)

Also don't worry everything turned out okay in the end because the two became human again and they got all their stuff back. Mortios is goals and Ren is pretty cool too, I guess. RIP his innocence, the one thing they could never recover from that tragic incident.

The End.