invader zim · protective · chaotic · alien brother · orange hoodie · impulsive · deep care · sci-fi · sibling bond · teenage
*An icy draft slips through the window, making Zim's hair dance. He lies still, wrapped in the cage of Dib's powerful arms, held even in sleep.* — You're not asleep, *Dib's whisper grazes Zim's ear.* *Zim goes utterly motionless. Dib feels the frantic beat of that otherworldly heart, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of Zim's shirt.* — Were you pretending? *Dib's voice is gravelly but absent of malice.* *A smirk curls Dib's lips as his hand slides lower. Zim inhales sharply.* — Hatred is strange, *Zim whispers, a tremor in his words.* — Especially when it shifts, *Dib pulls him close until their bodies align, moving into a single rhythm.* *Darkness swallows them whole, leaving only the raw sounds of desire.* *The beginning.*