"I swear to god, I will throw my fucking shoe at you if you don't shut up!"
Brendon is a curious little hybrid who takes a particular shine to Dallon.
Dallon is honestly just trying to have a normal life.
Until Brendon comes along and fucks that up...
To make up to you all for the last 3 chapters being emotional little rollercoasters of tears and emotions, here's some beautiful, adorable and wonderful Brallon fluff (and other stuff as well that doesn't invoke tears...probably)
Thank you for everyone that followed me on Instagram! I've gotten 25 followers (and I know that isn't a lot but progress!!) and I can't thank you all enough!
And!!!!! I've already started to think up of a plot for my Little!Pete spin off, and if things work out as planned I could have it out as my summer writing project!
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Dallon still isn't use to waking up with a warm body curled up to his chest or have the soft purrs of Brendon sleeping next to him, even after all of these months of Brendon sharing a bed with him - despite the hybrid promising that he'll go back to his own bed soon but never does - and to be honest, Dallon isn't sure if he ever will get use to it either.
But it's not a bad thing, because Dallon finds his own comfort in having Brendon in his arms or curled up against his chest, to have the warm body curled next to him whenever Dallon can't sleep or have the soft, comforting rhythm of Brendon's soft purrs fill the room from its silence. Having Brendon sleep next to him also makes Dallon feel less worried, because goddamnit, Dallon worries about Brendon every fucking second that the hybrid isn't with him.
And why shouldn't he not? As much as Brendon can make up for his small size - "I'm 5 foot 9, Dallon!" - with his sharp tongue and fast sassy replies, it still doesn't stop Dallon from worrying what other type of trouble that Brendon can get up to. He's vulnerable, a walking target, in so many different ways, for being a little and for being a hybrid.
Turning into his side, Dallon tightens his hold around Brendon's middle, a hand firmly being grasped by Brendon underneath the sheets as the hybrid sleeps with his back to Dallons chest. Brendon's kitten tail is wrapped around the hybrids naked thigh like it is always in sleep. It's a comfortable position, Dallon enjoys being the bigger spoon.
It's the weekend, something that Dallon out of all people is glad of because he's in no mood or rush to be getting out of bed this morning, especially nor after the day that he and Brendon had before. It was another emotional step that Dallon had been dreading, but they came to a some sort of truce sometime late last night which is all that Dallon is glad for.
"You breathe really heavily when you're thinking too hard."Brendon grumbles into his pillow, a velvet kitten ear twitching in his messy dark hair against the soft white pillow. It shouldn't really be a surprise that Brendon is awake, he prefers naps over a proper nights sleep and tends to wake up early.
"Sorry,"Dallon mumbles, pulling himself closer to the smaller in the bed, burying his face into the dip of Brendon's shoulder and neck."I was just thinking."
