Dane Gang Cuddles

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Darling party fic for @aisu10!! I worked real, really hard on this. 

Prompt: Timbo/All the dane cuddles + bonus if he’s human sometimes

The first time it happens, Timbo is terrified. He fell asleep easily enough in a strange bed with sheets that smelled all wrong and woke up covered in sweat with a feeling like he was being strangled.

His chest heaved and he scrambled off the bed in a puddle of blankets, trying to suck in air from in between his teeth. Timbo doesn’t think about. He shifts in rip of clothes and escapes the room in a blur of black fur and too-big paws.

There’s a light on in one of the rooms and the werepanther doesn’t waste any time. He crouches low on his belly, sneaking as best he can into the room. Lucien spots him and there’s not really much he can do other than admit to trying to slink into the other boy’s room.

Timbo looks up at the blond with big sad eyes and whines pitifully. His friend makes space on the bed and he doesn’t hesitate to snuggle up against the human. The bed is warm and Timbo counts the other’s heartbeats to stead his own.

Lucien talks, quiet things that he’s sure aren’t for human ears and he rumbles a soft purr when the fear in his blood eases off. They fall asleep at some point with the blond’s fingers tucked in soft fur and Timbo’s nose shoved into the older’s belly.

—-

The next time it’s totally an accident. He’s stayed up for a few days and he’s too tried to walk on two legs. Timbo stumbles through the door to his room, only to find somebody else trying to steal it. The stranger seems scared to see him and he’s not sure if panther’s can roll their eyes but he is pretty sure he does at that moment.

He snarls and growls at the other boy and the human swings a lamp at him. Timbo really doesn’t want to deal with this right now and he snatches a pillow off the bed, intending to camp out on the couch. When he goes back for the blanket the stranger threatens him, again. Timbo knocks him off the bed and hopes he will take the hint and leave.

He does not. The panther gets a bite to the ear and flops on top of the other to stop him from trying that again. His ear hurts and he’s so tired. The stranger gives up and they sleep cuddled together like Timbo used to wrap around his siblings back in Hotshot.

Phillip, as the stranger finally admits to being called, is much more calm in the morning. Timbo mumbles an apology for his attack in the night. Being extra tired led him to the wrong bedroom. Phillip is nice though. Timbo thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind sleeping with him more often.

—

It’s not an accident when he jumps into Andrew’s bed. To say he was invited might be lie, but Lucien is there and Timbo can’t deal with his nightmares tonight. Andrew seems a bit startled with a lapful of big black cat.

Timbo sniffs his face and shoves between the pair like a living body pillow. He purrs happily between the lookalikes and drifts off to the low murmur of their conversation. He wakes up very human, very naked and licking the blond’s hair. Lucien is still asleep, thankfully but Andrew rolls over and blinks sleepily at him.

“I should stop.”

“You should stop.” The other agrees in a gravely voice with his face in the pillow again.

—

Honestly the only explanation as to how Timbo ended up in Chris’s room is that stupid bird. The green menace took a liking to sitting on his head and Timbo has half a mind to swallow the creature and be done with it. He’s a bit too worried about what Andrew would do if he did that though so Nugget gets a one-way panther trip back to his room.

He ends up yowling loudly to be heard over the really loud music that suggests Trip is also holed up in Chris’s room. There’s a cloud of smoke hanging behind Chris when he opens the door and herds him inside with a grin. Trip is sprawled out on the floor with a joint between his lips and his eyes glued to the TV screen.

The horrid bird is removed from Timbo’s head and Chris pats him like a dog. They’re playing some kinda video game with the sound off that he’s pretty sure he’s seen before. Trip giggles like a kid when he settles down next to them on the floor and offers the joint to Chris.

Everything is sort of purple. The music sounds like a bunch of muffled heartbeats and Timbo is fairly sure he’s getting a belly rub. That or he’s having some sort of really nice dream. He likes visiting Chris’s room.

—

Nelson is the first one to actually invite Timbo to his bed. Not in a weird way. Timbo is invited, human with pajamas and all, to curl up and read with him. Nelson is still a bit jittery around him as a panther but he seems okay with him as a human…at least when he’s clothed.

It’s slow going. Goodnight Moon is not a long book. There are only like 15 pages but it takes Timbo a long time to sound out the letters. If it were anyone but Nelson he’d probably give up and pretend not to care about learning to read. But Nelson is really patient and he helps Timbo when the sounds don’t come out right.

They don’t finish the book that night. Nelson probably could have on his own. Timbo is sure of that. He know that other is smart enough, but he makes him practice and stutter out the sentences. He’s not going to it admit that he’s secretly proud when Nelson fluffs his hair, telling him he’s doing a great job.

Timbo falls asleep first. He has to, because his head is tucked in the crook on Nelson’s shoulder and when he blinks his eyes open the room is dark. The other pulled the blanket up over them both and is snoring quietly with his head on top of Timbo’s. He doesn’t worry about nightmares anymore.

—

“The kitchen is not for sleeping.” Kjell scolds him when he finds Timbo stretched out in front of the fridge. He nearly trips over the cat and frowns when the werepanther does nothing but grumble sleepily.

Timbo wakes up halfway when Kjell drags him out that kitchen. The other has both of his front paws in his hands and complains under his breath about Timbo needing to bathe. The cat’s tongue lolls out when he yawns and Kjell huffs.

“You could help you know. You’re heavy.” Timbo does not respond. When they get to the living room he does however wiggle into the most comfy spot on the couch. When Kjell goes to leave he mrrows at him, a whiney, childish noise. He gets louder the further away the other gets and quiets down when he stands next to him with his hands on his hips, looking like an angry mom.

“I don’t want to take a nap. You’re fine here alone.” He goes to leave again and Timbo cries louder. Kjell gives in with a lot of complaining. Timbo is pretty sure he felt him smile against his fur though.

—

Some parts of the lookalikes, Timbo never really wanted to see. Jesse is snarky and reminds him a lot of his brother, the younger one, not his dad. He seems to like getting under people’s skin. Timbo is glad to have fur.

He really didn’t mean to walk in on the other having….alone time. The door was open and Kjell asked him to help get together some of the guys laundry. Timbo really wishes he could have knocked, or maybe that he had been louder.

It sounds like the other might be hurt. Like he’s sick or something at first and the panther pads over to the side of the bed. That was a mistake that he finds out very quickly. Turns out they are not all alike in all ways. Timbo lets out a freaked out yowl and scrambles away from Jesse like the other is on fire.

“TIMBO WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!” Jesse screams at him as he tries to bolt from the room with his eyes shut. He runs into the wall twice before actually managing to make it out the door and it slams shut behind him. Timbo doesn’t bother asking for his dirty clothes.

—

There is something scary about waking up in a bathroom. Timbo sits up, grabbing at the ledge with his cold fingers and scrambles to find the light-switch. Surprisingly, he doesn’t find it. Jason flicks on the light and doesn’t actually look at him until he catches Timbo’s eyes in the mirror.

The other has a toothbrush sticking out his mouth and he whips around to give him a confused WTF face. Timbo has no idea why he’s in Jason’s shower. He shrugs at him and steps out of the evil place. He doesn’t go back to his room. Jason finished brushing his teeth and comes back out to find the werepanther taking up the left side of his bed.

“You’re not serious.” Timbo pretends to be asleep, snoring loudly to prove it. “You’re ridiculous. We are talking about your creepy habits in the morning.” Jason tells him, shoving him over as he get into bed. He snores again.

—

Sleepwalking is dangerous. Timbo doesn’t have trouble with it, but he finds Zach staring out at the night sky on the balcony with his eyes shut. He clears his throat to let the other know he’s there but Zach doesn’t turn or say anything.

When he moves so he’s right next to him the other is breathing slow, and Timbo thinks he’s pretty sure that’s exactly how Nelson sounds when he’s asleep. He tugs on Zach’s sleeve but that doesn’t get a reaction from him either. It freaks him out and Timbo studies the lookalike hard for a minute before grabbing him around the middle.

Timbo hauls Zach back inside and hangs on tight like a snake when the other thrashes. He has no idea how to get him to calm down so he does the only thing he can think of. He hums, quietly at first but a bit louder when Zach doesn’t seem to fight against him as much as the noise. The other’s breathing evens out and Timbo is surprised lullabies actually seem to work on people.

It’s not hard to relocate the lookalike to the couch. He seems tired, even in his sleep and Timbo lays a blanket on top of him just to be sure he won’t get too cold. Stripping in the living room is not a awkward as it would be if any of the others were awake and Timbo stuffs his clothes into pillow-like lump before he shifts.

He curls up right beside the couch in case Zach decides to wander outside again and wakes up with a soft hand on his back. Timbo thinks most of the lookalikes are pretty nice.

—

You would think, that being this is Harry’s place that he would have the nicest bed. That is not the case. Timbo knows from experience that Lewis has the best bed. He’s tested them all.

He shows up at Lewis’s door as a cat more often than not and today he bumps his face against the door because he’s got a movie between his teeth. Lewis lets him in without any fuss and takes the DVD from Timbo was a snort of laughter.

“Weatherman 2. Really? Have you even seen the first one?” Timbo grumbles at him, jumping on the comfiest bed and making himself at home. Lewis doesn’t argue and he’s takes that to mean he’s won. The movie flickers to life on the TV when the other sits down on the bed beside him.

Timbo lays close enough that Lewis can easily pet him because Lewis is the best at petting too. He doesn’t stop halfway or shove him away when Timbo forgets himself and kneads his claws against the blankets like a kitten. He laughs like a dork at the movie and offers his own commentary on the anchor’s failure as weathermen and women. The werepanther falls sleep way before the movie is even halfway over.

—

He’s pretty sure Vince is dead. The other doesn’t really look like he’s breathing but Timbo stuck his hand under his nose to check and he kinda was. The werepanther doesn’t know much about drugs. He knows that the stuff Trip and Chris smoke makes him feel like napping and the back home Vamps would kill for a chance to get a hold of some V.

Vince doesn’t seem like a vampire though and he is twitchy. He sighs in his sleep and Timbo feels a bit better knowing that the lookalike is for sure not actually dead. He had no idea how he was supposed to explain that to anyone. He doesn’t feel bad for boxers he ruins when he shifts, mainly because they were Harry’s, and he crawls on top of Vince like a living blanket.

The other stops feeling so cold and Timbo is glad. Vince promised to take him out when he went looking through the dumpster next time.

—

Timbo really likes Jimmy. That isn’t entirely true one way or the other. Truthfully, the werepanther really likes Jimmy’s hair and the way it sounds when he talks. Which is the perfectly reasonable explanation for why he’s currently hiding underneath the lookalike’s bed.

Andrew showed up to chat just before the other got in bed and now Timbo is stuck. The plan was just to snuggle up with Jimmy once he feel asleep, maybe to lick his hair a little. Instead he is hanging out with the dust bunnies and flicking his tail anxiously as he waits for Andrew to leave. He does, after what seems like forever, and Timbo is glad when the light switches off.

He is a lot less glad for all the dust under the bed. He tries really hard to ignore the itchy feeling in his nose but things just aren’t going his way tonight. Timbo sneezes and Jimmy jumps off the bed.

“Who’s there! I heard you, you better come out now.” The other clicks on the lamp beside him and the cat crawls partway out from his hiding spot. “Timbo? How long have you been under there?”

Werepanther’s cannot talk. Jimmy doesn’t actually seem like he expects an answer though.

“Come on out then.” And Timbo does, reluctantly with his ears laid back against his head. Jimmy doesn’t throw him out like he assumed. The other brushes the dust off his fur and pats him on his head. “You can sleep on the bed if you want. I know you do it anyway.”

He has the decency to look ashamed at being found out. Timbo waits until Jimmy is tucked back under his blankets and then curls up beside him. He almost thinks the other is asleep but the actor speaks up again.

“Don’t lick my hair.”

—

Harry is not a cuddler. Or if he is he is not a Timbo-cuddler. He argues with Lucien when the blond drags a limp, whining werepanther into his room and tells him he’s got Timbo-sitting duty.

Timbo thinks he’s like one of those kids on TV with divorced parents that trade them back and forth. Except Harry is not very Dad-like. He’s just sort of grumpy and looks like he wants to hurt people. Lucien leaves and Harry glares at him like this is all his fault.

Being the grump he is Harry doesn’t even speak to him. He cuts the lights off and leaves Timbo to navigate his room in the dark. It isn’t hard as a panther. Timbo jumps on the bed, directly on top of Harry and grins to himself at the oof of breath that leaves him. Harry kicks in his sleep and Timbo wriggles uncomfortably with feet in his ribs and an elbow in his throat.

He decides that only option he has is to move and he does so, laying on the pillows above Harry. Timbo watches Harry closely, the way his chest moves as he breaths and how his eyes twitch behind their lids. He drops his head on the lookalike’s and dreams about spiders.

—

The weird thing about Cricket is that Timbo doesn’t see anything weird about Cricket. He’s nice in a genuine way that makes Timbo trust him easily and he’s just a smart as Nelson. He likes that Cricket talks kinda like he does and its just as new to all this fancy technology as he is.

Timbo doesn’t ask if he can sleep in Cricket’s room. He learned that asking is a surefire way to get told no so he slinks in the room like he’s supposed to be there. Cricket is on the bed but oddly enough he’s not asleep yet even though its pretty late. Timbo sets his head on the covers and looks up at the other.

“You can get up here if ya want. I’m not gonna kick you out.”

Timbo moves to the opposite side of the bed and hops up. He flops down in the empty space beside the other and lays his head in Cricket’s lap with a hopeful purr. He is not disappointed. Cricket pets him gently and they both fall asleep with the lights on.

THIS IS THE BEST THING i love your writing style and timbos voice is just so cute…… you put so much thought into coming up with unique circumstances for each character and i love it so much!!!!!