#i wrote all of this is one srand because i suddenly felt inspired

[atlantis-just-drowned]

please please anything for pluto🙏🙏🙏

A/N: Hello and once again sorry for the delay. I need this man in my life it's not even funny at this point. I'm taking it out on your request Anon, hope you appreciate self-indulgent domestic fluff. Also yes I totally think Pluto could be a literature/latin/etymology university teacher don't ask me why I just thought it'd be funny.

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It was late in the afternoon when you heard the sound of keys unlocking your front door. From where you were standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes, you couldn't see the newcomer, but you knew who it was nonetheless.

"Welcome back Pluto!" you called to let him know where you were.

It had taken a while for him to get used to living with you. The first few months, he jumped every time he ran into you or heard your voice. Even the sound of your footsteps was enough to make him tense.

You were proud of the progress he had made.

Lately, he seemed generally more relaxed. As long as you made sure to not take him by surprise and announced yourself before entering the room he was in, he didn't get startled as much as he used to. Even his night terrors had started to recede. You could read it on his face: he felt happier.

You two had started to fall into a comfortable rhythm of everyday chores and shared peacefulness. Waking each other up, preparing breakfast, going to work, coming back home, dining together, sometimes watching a movie while cuddling, then going to bed and repeat the cycle.

It had became a habit for you to fall asleep on his lap or chest, while he threaded his hand through your hair and read a chapter of his book - you had convinced him to start using reading glasses after a month of watching him squint to the point of giving himself headaches.

You'd be lying if you affirmed it was entirely a dream-come-true, but it was probably the closest you'd ever get from one.

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you felt a pair of arms sneaking around your waist. It was Pluto of course, dressed in one of his gray sweaters, leaning against you and burying his face in the crook of your neck with a hum.

It wasn't a rare sight for him to seek your touch: you knew how touch-starved this man was long before you had moved in with him.

He seemed tired, and for a moment, he simply stayed still, breathing in your scent.

"How was today?" you tried asking, still gently cleaning the plates with a sponge.

He only hummed lazily, before lifting his head slightly to trail slow kisses from the tip of your shoulder, back to the crook of your neck, and up to the spot just behind your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the soft contact, as he spoke against your skin with a weary tone.

"Long." A kiss on your nape. "Students insisted on being insufferable." Another slow kiss in the crook of your neck. "...Missed you."

You couldn't help the loving smile that spread across your face. Finishing to dry the dishes, you put them aside and closed your eyes, leaning back on him as your arms went to rest on his.

You didn't miss the way he tightened his grip on your waist, or how he nuzzled the crook of your neck once again with a tired groan.

"I missed you too." You affirmed, earning a satisfied hum. It really felt like speaking to a housecat by that point, but you weren't going to complain about it.

"You did?"

"Of course." You couldn't help but grin. His warmth was entrancing; you felt so loved it was almost unbelievable.

He gave you another kiss on your shoulder, staying silent and motionless for a moment - you suspected him to be simply basking in your warmth. When you started getting tired of standing up in the middle of the kitchen for no reason, you lifted one of your hands to his cheek and felt him slightly tilting his head to lean against your palm.

"What if" You mused. "we ordered fish and chips..." Pluto hummed again and gave a gentle squeeze to your waist, signaling you to keep going. "And watched Dark Shadows?"

He snorted. "Dark Shadows, really?"

"Aw, come on!"

"It's not even that good!" He declared, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You pouted. "But you like it!"

At that, he let out a laugh, and you felt his chest shake in rhythm, pressing against your back. It was impossible for you not to feel the corners of your mouth tugging upward once more.

"Okay. Maybe I do." He said, kissing your nape again before letting go of your waist.

You felt his fingers intertwine with yours as he turned you around and tugged you towards the living room. "Let's go then?" He said with a small smile, walking backwards so he could still look at you.

"Yeah, let's go." You answered with the same, smitten smile, before chiding teasingly "But turn around to see where you're going, before you run into the furniture!"

"Alright!" He chuckled before turning around, switching hands to keep holding yours anyway.

Yeah. This might not be perfect. But it was close enough for you.