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2022-04-08
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It’s the Little Things - A Morbius/Milo Collection

Summary:

I love the idea of Michael Morbius and Milo Crown being in love so I had to write an insane amount of short fluff/angst fics for this pairing(some teenfluff stuff but mostly canon age fluff content!). I saw the movie less than a week after it came out and it was simply IMMACULATE.

Please read this I swear it’s good writing :p

Notes:

Chapter contains: fluff, platonic love.

This story is set when Milo and Michael are young teens, maybe 12/13 at most. Milo is reading as Michael struggles to sleep in the next room over- and Michael decided to join Milo in bed.

Chapter 1: Dog-Eared the Page

Chapter Text

“..Milo?” A whisper of a voice sounded from the thick wooden door’s frame as it slowly creaked open. It was Michael, again, for the third time that night. First time, bores, second time, hungry, and now this. Dog-earing his page, the weary-eyes boy sighed and pushed his book under his pillow.

“Well, come here then.”

The pit-pat of slow feet, limping his way over to the bed happily, and a shuffle of the sheets was all that needed to happen before the darker haired boy was snuggled to the side and under the arm of Milo, setting a small grin to the face of the sleepier. The warm lump next to him was a comfort, a feeling of safety, and always made his breath slow a little. Calming. It was most likely because, as much of an annoyance Michael was, he was the one thing that Milo felt was familiar. He hugged Michael closer to him, holding him tightly under the blanket before reaching for the lamp string.

Flushed into darkness, Michael snuggled down under the quilt, a red and gold pattern that comfortably fit over both boys and then some.

“Hi.”

“Hullo.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh really?”

The little spoon grunted slightly, annoyed; “can we please just sleep?”

Milo chuckled under his breath. Michael only had so much attention span after all.

“Let me hum while you sleep, okay?”

“Fine. No singing though.”

In agreement, Milo started quietly humming a tune that was equally wistful and sounding like a anthem of some kind. Its pitch went up and down, softly, as the lighter-haired boy slowly slid his arm around the other’s waist in a gentle fashion.

His lips carefully pressed against the back of Michael’s neck, whispering, “Goodnight.”

Chapter 2: Noodle Duel

Notes:

Chapter contains: fluff, romantic love, pining(?).

Set before the psudo-vampirism serum but still well into Milo and Michael’s adulthood, this is a longer drabble about a shopping trip and pool noodles.

Big thanks to Aslan and KeiKei for Beta’ing this story :D

Chapter Text

Michael was leaning heavily on the trolley, pain being dull but ever present, as it always was. His nesting partner trailed behind him, looking over the shelves at every little thing and tossing meaningless products at the cart whenever he saw something that might taste good on toast. Michael had already secretly returned three jams and a flavoured butter to their respective shelves, and was unsure how much longer he could keep up the charade, when he heard a giggle behind him.

“Milo, what-“ whuff.

A blue pool noodle biffed him in the face, making his eyes water with the impact to his nose. He stood there, stark still, in deep thought.

“Milo.”

“…Yes, Michael?”

“What is that.”

“A pool noodle.”

Michael leaned forward him slightly, quickly snatching the noodle from the taller man’s hands.

“This- this is ridiculous, Milo! I-“ In pure reflex, he waved it around in frustration, though the wiggling of the pool noodle didn’t make the situation very serious; Milo couldn’t hold his laughter for long, a strong laugh filling the isle that he just couldn’t stifle.

“You look bloody ridiculous, Micha-“ he ended up gasping for air, doubling over in breathlessness and gripping his cane. He wheezed, smiling up at his partner who still had a goofy, miffed look on his face. Clearing his throat as well as possible, he slowly brought himself to a standing position again, leaning forward slightly.

“Michael can I please buy it?”

The one with the shopping cart, and self control, tucked a strand of hair behind his ear in thought. If he decided to buy the silly tube of foam, the joy on Milo’s face would be enough to bring joy to his own, but really, where would it be of use? They lived in Milo’s mansion of a house, he already had many of these stacked next to a pool he barely used. He didn’t like getting wet. But he was very cute in his swim trunks, with a towel draped over his shoulders.

“Fine.”

Milo grinned, stepping forward to hold his partner’s hand.

“I love you.” He muttered, squeezing the other’s hand.

“I love you too.” A smile spread Michael’s face.