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Ok I lied, sorry. Anyway, REJOICE: Watermechbae be upon ye

My first (and most likely only) contribution to the Dispatch fandom... Consider:

Them tiddies tho

Soft Alerudy my beloved
This is based off my headcanon that Ale sometimes does English crossword puzzles to broaden his vocabulary

And when he lies like this, the hard mattress and the itchy pillows surrounding him feel like the most comfortable place on earth.
Alejandro loves lazy mornings.
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I fucking hate this format but anyway have a little doodle

Sometimes, they get up after this, but most days, Rodolfo is still sleepy enough to settle back into bed and spoon Alejandro until he starts snoring again.
It's private and gentle, like nobody can intrude. Nobody can disturb their moment or burst their little bubble.

Despite the colonel's smug suggestions to just sleep naked, or at least topless, always being met with a grumbled "Vete a la mierda, gilipollas" , he never gets tired of asking anyway. Maybe one day he'll get lucky.

They usually stay like this until Rodolfo overheats and starts to stir, grumbling and cursing under his breath as he's forced to wake up, complaining to Alejandro that he made him sweat through his sleep wear.

He doesn't get to wear it often, hating how it feels under his gloves. But in moments like these, he allows himself to look and to be proud of the man he has by his side, who went out of his way to buy him a ring that fit him just right.

He knows it's an unconscious reaction and that makes him even happier. Knowing that Rudy loves him enough to hug him even while fast asleep is one of the things that convinced Alejandro that he definitely wanted to marry this man.
He looks down at the slight imprint of the ring on his finger.

This is how he feels the safest. The most loved.
Rodolfo, the sound sleeper he is, never wakes up from it. He just rumbles lowly and instinctively wraps his arms around Alejandro, burying his nose in his fiancé's hair.

A reminder of the shower his sergeant took the previous evening.
He sighs softly and feels his muscles relax again, the soft numbness of sleepy drowsiness enveloping him once more as he snuggles closer, tugging Rodolfo until they're smushed together, not a single piece of paper fitting between them.

Alejandro watches, as a thin sliver of drool makes its way down his chin and onto the pillow.
His hair is slightly dishevelled, short strands hanging over the younger man's forehead. If Alejandro squints, he can see the way they curl ever so slightly, still a little bit damp.

Rodolfo's face is so sharp and tight during the day, but whenever he's this out of it, it gains a softness, something youthful, that makes Alejandro remember the day they enlisted together, as young men. When Rudy is dreaming, his jaw is slack, his lips are parted and his breath comes in tiny puffs.

Which is more than okay with Alejandro. When he's this close to descending into panic, he doesn't need anything more than just to look at the face of the man sleeping soundly next to him.

He's still asleep, because he always is. He's always been a deeper sleeper than Alejandro and without the blaring sounds of an alarm clock, there was little hope that he'd ever wake up before his colonel.

On some days he ends up spiralling, threatening to go down a road of paranoia and anxiety, but he never actually does.
Because when he turns over and actually opens his eyes for the first time that day, Rudy is there.

Alejandro isn't one to be careless, especially not on the battlefield but in moments like these he does sometimes end up thinking about the latest close calls he'd had. How fleeting this life was, even for him.

Yawning and turning around without actually opening his eyes to give himself the illusion of some more sleep.
Dozing like this, he'll often find himself savouring his life.

Alejandro loves lazy mornings.
Which, given their line of work, is a rarity. A luxury, almost. But when they do happen, he loves spending them with his fiancé in bed, slowly stretching his limbs and feeling the soft haze of sleep drain from them.

And when he lies like this, the hard mattress and the itchy pillows surrounding him feel like the most comfortable place on earth.
Alejandro loves lazy mornings.

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This is so long and I fucking hate this format, bug I love them too much to care. Have a little doodle too!

Sometimes, they get up after this, but most days, Rodolfo is still sleepy enough to settle back into bed and spoon Alejandro until he starts snoring again.
It's private and gentle, like nobody can intrude. Nobody can disturb their moment or burst their little bubble.

Despite the colonel's smug suggestions to just sleep naked, or at least topless, always being met with a grumbled "Vete a la mierda, gilipollas" , he never gets tired of asking anyway. Maybe one day he'll get lucky.

They usually stay like this until Rodolfo overheats and starts to stir, grumbling and cursing under his breath as he's forced to wake up, complaining to Alejandro that he made him sweat through his sleep wear.

But in moments like these, he allows himself to look and to be proud of the man he has by his side, who went out of his way to buy him a ring that fit him just right.

Knowing that Rudy loves him enough to hug him even while fast asleep is one of the things that convinced Alejandro that he definitely wanted to marry this man.
He looks down at the slight imprint of the ring on his finger. He doesn't get to wear it often, hating how it feels under his gloves.

This is how he feels the safest. The most loved.
Rodolfo, the sound sleeper he is, never wakes up from it. He just rumbles lowly and instinctively wraps his arms around Alejandro, burying his nose in his fiancé's hair. He knows it's an unconscious reaction and that makes him even happier.

A reminder of the shower his sergeant took the previous evening.
He sighs softly and feels his muscles relax again, the soft numbness of sleepy drowsiness enveloping him once more as he snuggles closer, tugging Rodolfo until they're smushed together, not a single piece of paper fitting between them.