#Higgsam

[sanctaignorantia]

A scene has leaked of Higgs in DS2 in a deep and emotional Mike Wazowski style scene. The lights reduce and the atmosphere turns cold, there's a lot of emotion in the air and then he starts singing and playing Total Eclipse of the Heart to Sam.

Turn around

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming 'round...

[compressednerve]

i need higgsam or i'll die/... please//... water my flower in the desert... who draws/writes samhiggs.... hghhuhhh

[boson-nihilist]

Still thinkin’ about how Sam will stumble back when someone so much as reaches for him, but he doesn’t flinch when Higgs touches him

[abyssalstardust]

Sometimes "I love you" is breathily admitting you're fragile then licking your enemy's filthy face with resigned desperation

[valyacho]

putting a muzzle on Bridges’ finest

Was gonna put this on Higgs bc he needs one but somehow it wound up on Sam instead, maybe I’ll draw it on Higgs too

[puddtoast]

Some Goldenbridges headcannons

- Higgs is mostly the Big spoon but he will switch with Sam !!

- Sam's phobias cause a sort of slowdown in the relationship but They work through it!!! I think mostly Higgs Has to set boundaries for himself with how touchy he can be since hes desperate for physical touch but he defintly begins to understand that he must think of Sam and Sam will give allowance to Higgs for cuddles and will over time become more comfortable with touch!!

- I feel cliff has a bit to say about Higgs but at the same time respects his sons disicions and sees that Higgs makes him happy so Cliff just is like ok my son is going out with a dumbass great"

- Diehardman is just not trusting higgs for a very long time though he loves his step son (Hardcliff heheh) john wont hesitate with his boyfriend to kick Higgs as if anything were to happen to sam (not soft but true)

- Cliff and Higgs enjoys being near warm areas years of having tar on you will do that I guess. The family has a private area has a large fireplace to chill beside alongside lamps books ect. Sam and Higgs spend alot of time in there when Sam isnt doing porter duties

- I feel Higgs cries alot and he cries tar. Because in my Au people keep their dooms powers ect he kept his but he also cries tar which sometimes freaks him out but Sam is allways there for him

- Louise Isnt fond of higgs for a long time as well but warms up to higgs after a while and alot of Sam's reassurances.

-i feel like cliff after learning of Higgs upbringing isnt as harsh on him. Cliff reasons he was doomed from the start with a uncle like that.

- Higgs eyes turn golden brown after Ameilie is trapped possibly as a cruel reminder from her but higgs being the dumbass he is quickly sees past this and is more concerned about aesthetic (his eyes just compliment his aesthetic now so he isnt complaining)

- I feel ALSO that Sam and Higgs value small mundane touches alot Knee or shoulder touch, rubbing hands hand on the shoulder ect especally Sam who values it from his father's and friends. He isnt to big on Big gestures yet but doesnt mind the small things

- Higgs talks in his sleep Sam is easily entertained by this

[firststranding]

Higgs' Choice - wip excerpt

898 words - gen (sam/higgs in the finished work) - mature

cw: suicidal ideation, canon typical existential crisis, spoilers for higgs in general

Higgs has a lot to think about while he's waiting to die. Especially when one of his biggest regrets most dangerous enemies drops her bag by his head.

-------

Fragile’s offer of a choice is a joke - a damn funny one, too. Sure, he’s a proud man, but even Higgs can laugh at the dark, ironic humor. He has to. The sound tears itself from his throat without his permission, broken and manic in all the same ways he is.

“Listen up, Higgs. I got a proposition for you,” she grits out. A twisted echo of his own words. The venom in her voice is impressive, though not surprising. He earned it, after all. All he can do now is wait on his knees for the choices she will present when she turns to face him.

“Do you want to live out your days in a prison of your own failure, or would you rather take your failure into your own hands?” she asks on cue, her accented voice as hard and cold as the stones under his knees. She doesn’t summon his cocky saunter as she approaches and somewhere deep in his tiny, withered heart he finds a shred of pride in her for that. That slow, measured stalk suits her better anyway. When she doesn’t continue, he tries to pick up the slack it’s his line, after all.

“Get to the point,” he rasps out. Broken ribs send out shockwaves of pain in protest and he snaps his jaw shut. The bone shifts and grinds in a way that doesn’t hurt so much as it sends a shiver of sheer wrongness down his spine. Fuck him then, he didn’t need to chew his food anyway. Briefly, he entertains the mental image of his broken jaw opening and unhinging like a snake’s to swallow Fragile whole. Manages something close to a smirk at the thought.

She doesn’t speak again until she’s standing just in front of him, towering over his muddy, kneeling form in her pristine uniform. There’s no way to feel dignified and he doesn’t have the energy to put on a show either, so he just meets her cold eyes as she looks down on him. Loathing burns in his chest. Whether it is for her or himself is a question he doesn’t care to examine.

“If you want to live, all you have to do is stay here,” she finally explains. “However, if you don’t fancy wandering the beach alone for the rest of eternity, then you’ll have to put this gun to your head and pull the trigger yourself.”

And there it is. The catch. That’s when the laughter tears from his chest, even as black tears roll down his cheeks. She doesn’t say anything else after that, because what else is there to say? Fragile looked at Higgs, with his thick eyeliner, gold-striped cloak, and raging god complex, and saw right through the mask to the too-proud, too-scared man underneath. Both options are equally crushing.

While he is blinded by his options, Fragile turns her back and walks away. The gun she leaves on the wet sand couldn’t land hit on Sam the goddamn bastard, Amelie’s favorite, somehow more perfect than Higgs could ever be now that Amelie is protecting him and even worse… fuck, he doesn’t even want to try. The realization hits him in the chest as hard as Sam’s boots had.

He sure as hell wouldn’t fire on Fragile - and didn’t he prove that already? Even when she threatened to fuck up the grand plan he couldn’t destroy her with his own two hands. That’s something he’ll think about some other time, which punches a pained laugh out of him because time doesn’t exist here. He’ll have eternity to dwell on his reasons for loving that strange, broken woman so goddamn much.

Shooting Amelie has never been an option, never will be, that’s kind of the whole point. Love isn’t the right word for that. It’s terror, if he has to be honest - which he never is, with himself or otherwise. The sort of fear that gripped him like so many tar-black hands dragging him into an endless pit. Amelie is endless. Inescapable. Raising a gun to her is like… well, like throwing a nuke into a tar pit. Pointless. A waste of firepower. It’s far easier to just embrace the inevitability. And if he got to feed from that intoxicating, endless well of power? That was just a little perk.

But Sam? Oh, he’s been ready to kill Sam since Amelie first mentioned his name. Her warm tone and sad smile, the way she beamed with pride every time little Sammy Porter connected one more dot, it all made him want to retch. People were proud of him, once. This battle on the beach had been his chance to finish off the insufferable cockroach. So why? Even as Higgs reaches out to lift the rifle off of the sand, he knows that he won’t try.

It doesn’t matter. Even if it does, it won’t for now, he decides that and thinks it into becoming the truth. What matters is that Fragile has given him two options: death or stranding. There are only a handful of bullets left and infinite grains of sand under his knees. He raises the gun, eyes fixed on the horizon, where the colorless ocean waters meet the grey of the sky.

Higgs pulls the trigger. The bullets meant for his brain disappear into the distance.

(visit me on ao3 @ kittleimp to read the finished piece when it is published!)

[valentinechopine]

I need more Death Stranding rps in my life 🥰 pls message me if you're interested! Samhiggs preferred, and I can play either of them comfortably, but i'm open-minded toward other ships.

[unicorinspace]

he has to earn his redemption tho, shooting lou, killing sam in front of her, voiding out central knot (remember igor?) and unknown number of places, nuking another knot city, possibly being involved in the terrorist attack (as leader) that killed mama and baby, and gleefully disfiguring and betraying fragile (and wantig to betray amelie too, but nbc abou that)... he better start working for it yo. I won't be opposed to sam being his caretaker tho love me some higgsam :3

Yes, Higgs ain’t getting his redemption this easy! He’s got a lot of blood on his hands that won’t wash off easy. He’ll be under lock and key for sure, and probably won’t be allowed anywhere by himself. I can’t imagine they’d trust him in a jail with anyone else.

[sanctaignorantia]

I love it every time a Higgs and Sam fanart appears on my twitter timeline and I realize it's thanks to Kojima, well done man!

[boson-nihilist]

The most striking parallel between Sam and Higgs is that they both lost their biological parents before they knew them, and were raised by a single adoptive parent

[boson-nihilist]

Not to be on a goldenbridges bent today but I imagine Higgs could trace the hand marks on Sam's skin for hours...

[boson-nihilist]

undefined

Sam —

[boson-nihilist]

tfw the porter you’re crushing on is running around transporting other women

[boson-nihilist]

Higgs and Sam would have the best slow and gentle makeout sessions 💦

[boson-nihilist]

Touchy-feely