Disclaimer: I do not own Darkwing Duck or any of its characters. The Fearsome Four have been on my mind far too much the past few days, so I need to write some soft ship floof to satisfy my need for them.

Lazy Morning

They didn't need the bed.

Bushroot was more than comfortable with sleeping in any area that had a good patch of soil. Fresh nitrogen and nutrients in the soil to help replenish his body while the sun was away… the soft hum of the garden inhabitants lulling him to sleep… fresh air with a touch of humidity provided by his brethren… All of it was more than perfect for him.

Liquidator also didn't need the bed. He was mainly liquid, and that obviously didn't sit well with bedsheets and comforters. There was a higher chance that he would soak himself into the bed overnight rather than keeping his form solid. A vase—or even a small jar—was a better resting place.

There was no logical reason for either of them to use the bed.

Cool liquid wrapped around Bushroot's waist and stomach. The plant whimpered, pushing his body back against the form behind him, desperate for as much physical touch as he could get.

Warmth spread over their forms, and when Bushroot cracked open an eye, soft morning sunlight tickled his pupils.

A few chirps twittered from the room's window. Small birds—their bodies casting shadows along the peach-colored curtains—fluttered by and welcomed the morning's arrival with song. Light bled through the colored cloth, painting a peaceful atmosphere over the small bedroom.

They had owned many previous hideouts before. Garden nurseries, chemical warehouses, and more places that fit their specific needs.

But Darkwing would look for them in those places. He would never look for his recently-escaped enemies in a small apartment building, licensed under the guise that four roommates needed a place to crash in their spare time.

A soft hum echoed in Bushroot's ear, and then a loving nudge pushed against the side of his head, close to where purple hair met plant-like skin.

"Want a wonderful morning in bed?" Liquidator purred. He hugged Bushroot closer to him, pressing as much of his body along the plant-duck's back. Their legs tangled further. "Stay in bed. Nothing ruins that perfect Saturday morning like leaving the soft sheets under you."

The corners of Bushroot's mouth curled up, and a dreamy smile spread across his face. "I know… I won't leave yet, Dewdrop." His arms reached up, bending around the mostly-solid watery arms wrapped around him. "This is… so lovely…" he cooed.

Liquidator nipped at the back of his boyfriend's neck, layering little love bites and soft kisses in the place where Bushroot would most love. The plant-duck moaned in response, less with lust and more with the need to be as one with his partner as the universe could allow.

These were the moments they lived for, besides the repeated revenge attempts at Darkwing. The gentle lull of the morning, soft sheets below their bodies, loving embraces that revitalized them in ways nothing else could…

Bushroot pushed at Liquidator's head, pausing the other villain from giving any more. He rolled over, maneuvering around so that he could face his partner without disturbing the arms holding him.

Before Bushroot could give anything to his partner, Liquidator rained quick kisses on Bushroot's cheeks and forehead. As the loving villain nuzzled his muzzle against Bushroot's face, his boyfriend reached up and wrapped his arms around Liquidator's neck. Leafy hands fell against Liquidator's upper back, resting comfortably against the mostly-solid liquid.

Neither of them would have ever traded the moments for the world.

"'m love you, beautiful Bud," Bushroot murmured. Sleep pulled at his conscious. "Stay in bed a lil longer…"

"'Course Flower Power…"

Darkwing Duck would look for them in places he knew they would go to. Gardens. Chemical warehouses. But he would never look to find them nestled in a small apartment angled perfectly to get the most out of the morning sun and with rooms decorated to best fit each of the Fearsome Four's domestic desires. He would never think that two of his enemies would spend their post-breakout morning snuggling in a bed that served them no purpose other than keeping them in loving embrace for as long as the perfect morning would allow.

And with Darkwing occupied, the two villains snuggled closer together, wrapping each other in as much physical touch as they could give, letting sleep pull them back into a serenity they wouldn't trade for anything in the world.


Song Inspo: "SHAWTY SAID SHE'S 21" by Chase Atlantic (feat. Xavier Mayne). It's an unreleased song, but I can't stop listening to it.

This is my first time writing these two, so I still need to figure out how I want to write them, but I like how this turned out. Soft fluff, and hhh both of them deserve some loving touches. Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoyed, and thank you for reading! :D