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Yellow Thirteen loved nights like this. The ones where the crickets would chirp quietly in the background, and he would bring his guitar outside and sit on the back porch, happily plucking away, feathers ruffling in the faint wind.
His kid was outside with him and playing his harmonica, just like they used to back in the bar. One of his wings was wrapped protectively around the kid.
Sometimes he would get so lost in the music he wouldn’t realise someone else came outside too to listen to them play. Like how he did right now.
Mobius snuck up behind him and gently laid a hand on his wing, whispering, “Come inside, it’s cold out here. It’s not summer anymore.”
He wasn’t wrong, the snow was falling, and he didn’t have a coat but… it was so nice out here. Much calmer than inside sleeping, nightmares plaguing his mind and making him wake up screeching for help and forcing the poor kid desperately try to fix his trauma and panic attacks.
Seeing him not reply, Mobius tentatively asked after a minute, “Why are you even out here?”
“…Couldn’t sleep.” He replied, finally turning to look over his shoulder at Mobius.
The kid put his harmonica in his pocked at looked up at Mobius, asking, “Can I go inside, mister? It’s cold out here, but someone’s got to stay with my Dada after his nightmares, or he forgets how to breathe.”
Mobius looked at Thirteen with pity in his eyes, replying, “Sure thing kiddo. Let’s go in. And I thought I told you to just call me Mobius.”
Well, so much for trying to hide those. He watched Mobius gently guide the kid in, a hand comfortingly on his back where his wings grew from. They looked like a family. Honestly, the kid would probably be better off with Mobius and SkyEye than him. He wasn’t a good man.
Mobius came back out a few minutes later and sat down next to him, somehow squishing into the chair with him and the guitar. “…Bad dreams? You can tell me about them, you know. I get them too some nights. Bottling everything up won’t help you.”
He silently nodded, setting the guitar on the ground to get it out of the way. Mobius wrapped a wing around him, a useless attempt at comforting him. They’d tried to kill each other before they started playing house together and pretended to be a family…
“Always helps me to have another person nearby. …And I’ve offered you a spot in our bed multiple times.” Mobius laid his other hand on his leg.
“But that’s yours and SkyEye’s spot?” He replied, turning his head away. “Why would you want me in there? I-I— We’re supposed to be enemies Mobius, not friends, certainly not anything more than that either.”
Mobius lifted the hand off his leg and grabbed his hand, twining their fingers together. “Look at me.”
Then Mobius gently touched his chin with his other hand, and he turned to look at him. Their foreheads touched, and his eyes looked away in embarrassment.
“Tell me you don’t want this…” Mobius mumbled, looking down at his lips.
When he didn’t shake his head or pull away Mobius leaned forward and kissed him. Gentle, almost loving.
After a few long moments, Mobius pulled away to simply say, “Now come to bed.”
He let his hand be taken, stepped inside, put the guitar by the door, and walked to the bedroom. SkyEye was sprawled out across the bed, drooling on the sheets. Mobius moved him over, then laid down in the middle, opening his arms and smiling up at him. He stiffly laid down, and Mobius wrapped his wings around him and rested his chin on Thirteens head.
“It’s not so bad, is it?” Mobius asked, toying with his hair.
He didn’t answer, but wrapped his arms and legs around him to pull him closer and rested his cheek on his shoulder. Putting his wings around him was too intimate for enemies, but he supposed so was them being in bed together. Giving in, he wrapped his wings loosely around Mobius, and coincidentally SkyEye too.
“Ha… who knew the infamous Yellow Thirteen was such a cuddler. Damn, you’re cold, how are you alive like this?” Mobius grumbled, pulling Thirteen on top of him.
“Wha— Mobius, what the hell are you doing?!” He yelped, begrudgingly spreading his tail feathers out across Mobius’s legs.
“What’s going on… oh, hey Thirteen.” SkyEye mumbled, rolling over to grin at him all splayed out across Mobius. “You stealing all the fun?”
“Ha, you want to deal with him?” Mobius grinned, shifting so that Thirteen was in the middle.
Mobius quickly leaned in and kissed Thirteens cheek. SkyEye chuckled at the way he blushed and stuttered, wings feathers instinctively rising up.
“So, Thirteen, you finally decided to join us?” SkyEye whispered, wrapping his arms around Thirteens front, pulling him flush against his chest. “You should have earlier. We don’t bite— well. I don’t. He does, don’t you Ribbon~”
Mobius leaned over to SkyEye, kissing him loudly. “Shut up.”
“Aww, Mobius, how about you show our guest the same welcome, hmm?” SkyEye said, running his hands up and down Thirteens back, touching the sensitive bases of his wings.
Thirteen shivered at the hands going under his shirt and down his back. “W-What are you guys doing—? Why are you…? Why are you being so nice to me? Why are you acting like you love me? Y-You guys shouldn’t… I shouldn’t get my hopes up… please— please don’t leave me— please I can’t do this—”
SkyEye wrapped his hands around his stomach and kissed the back of his neck. “Shh… we’re not leaving, it’s okay.”
“Why do you— why—?” he begged, unconsciously scooting back into his arms.
“…I… I do like you.” SkyEye whispered, lips almost touching his neck. “I do love you, Yellow Thirteen.”
Mobius smiled down at him and kept carding his clawed fingers through his hair. “I like you too, Thirteen.”
He looked between both of them, relaxing. “I love you guys too.”
Mobius and SkyEye both hugged him and wrapped their wings around him, and he finally relaxed. This, this was peace.