#also i forget the name of the armour i put him in but it’s the one that gives you cat’s grace and also a crop top

[lazylittledragon]

you know when you hesitate to commit another crime and the camera cuts back and he’s just there with the wettest eyes

[iydiamartinx]

AFTER THE NIGHT

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

divider by: @cafekitsune word count: 1.1k synopsis: After a long night on patrol, Bruce returns home to find his wife in the shower. a/n: This is pure fluff, no smut.

The water was already warm, steam curling lazily against the marble walls as you stood under the shower, letting the heat soak into your muscles. A long sigh left your lips. Finally, quiet. Finally, peace.

Then the bathroom door creaked open.

You didn’t flinch—just smirked. “You better be naked if you’re coming in here.”

There was a soft grunt and the familiar shuffle of armour being stripped away. A utility belt thunked against the counter, followed by the muted rustle of fabric hitting tile.

You heard the shower door open a moment later. Then—

“Oh my god.” You twisted slightly to glance over your shoulder. “You smell like alleyway and sweat.”

Bruce stepped under the spray with a low groan. Water hit his chest, sluicing down over dirt-smudged skin and faint bruises blooming just beneath the surface.

“Active night,” he said gruffly. “You smell like flowers. I hate you a little.”

You laughed, turning fully to face him now, palms braced against his chest. “You’re filthy. I’m filing for divorce.”

He snorted, “Joke’s on you—I already put the mansion in your name. If anyone’s getting left out in the cold, it’s me.”

You grinned, fingers absently tracing the edge of a bruise blooming just under his collarbone. “Good. I’ll sell it and use the money to fund my villain era.”

His brows lifted, amused despite the exhaustion hanging under his eyes. “You? A villain?”

“I’d be great at it,” you said breezily. “Menacing, seductive, morally ambiguous. I’ve got the layers.”

“Please, if anything you’re more like a little thief. You steal my T-shirts,” he deadpanned.

You leaned in, lips brushing the edge of his jaw. “And don’t forget I also stole your heart. Look how far gone you are, Wayne.”

Bruce leaned in, crowding your space with the lazy weight of his body, head dipping low until his nose brushed yours. “Completely gone,” he murmured, voice roughened by the night, but eyes soft and unguarded in a way he reserved only for you. “Hopeless, really.”

Your smirk faltered into something gentler, fingers trailing up to tangle in the damp ends of his hair. “That makes the two of us,” you murmured. “Because it seems I’m hopelessly gone for you too.” You gave him a teasing look. “What other wife accepts that their husband dresses up like a bat and jumps across rooftops all night fighting killer clowns? They’d have to be insane.”

Bruce’s lips curved into a rare, amused smile. “Completely insane,” he agreed, eyes flicking over your face with fond exasperation. “We can share a cell in Arkham together.”

You huff out a soft laugh, resting your forehead against his. “You joke, but at this point I’m convinced we’ve already earned our own padded room.”

Bruce’s fingers traced idle circles at the small of your back. “I call top bunk.”

You snorted. “You would. But I’m warning you now, I’m stealing all the blankets.”

“You already do,” he murmured dryly. “Little thief.”

“So if we’re going by that technicality, that means you fell for a criminal.”

“Explains why I keep coming back,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft murmur as his fingers slipped beneath the curve of your waist. “You’re my favourite kind of danger.”

Your smile faded into something softer, more vulnerable, eyes meeting his in the hazy glow of steam and silence. “And you’re my safest place.”

Bruce didn’t say anything—not with words. He just kissed you. Slow. Deep. Steady. 

The spray of the shower beat gently against your back, the scent of soap and heat curling between your bodies as his arms wound around you tighter.

Finally, you pull away, flicking you gaze back up to see his were still closed. “Turn around,” you whispered, nudging him gently.

He blinked open an eye, suspicious. “Why?”

“So I can scrub the grime off you, obviously.”

Bruce arched a brow, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “You just want to feel up my muscles.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m your wife, that’s my right.” You didn’t even try to deny it. “However, you’re still covered in dirt and god knows what else—and you stink.”

He let out a short snort but obeyed, turning so his back was to you, water trailing down the powerful lines of muscle and scars. You reached for the body wash and squeezed a generous amount into your palm.

Then you began—working in slow, gentle circles, your fingers gliding across his back with practiced care. You didn’t rush. You traced each scar like it was a story only you knew, every old wound and fading bruise a chapter you’d read too many times to count.

Because you had. You knew them all.

Every place Gotham had marked him. Every place he’d broken and healed. Every inch of pain he bore like armor beneath the cowl.

“You’re tense,” you murmured, thumbs pressing lightly into the tight line of his shoulders.

He hummed low in his throat. “You try fighting six guys in a rain-soaked alley.”

“Maybe next time,” you laughed quietly, fingers still digging expertly into the knots along his spine. Each pass of your hands drew out another groan, low and guttural, like the tension was finally bleeding out of him. You felt the weight leave his shoulders piece by piece.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough around the edges. “I’m firing Alfred. You’re in charge of post-patrol recovery now.”

“You couldn’t afford me,” you teased.

“Try me.”

When you finished with his back, your hands slid downward, soft now, reverent, tracing the path you’d just soothed. For a beat, you just stood there—your palms resting flat against his skin, the thrum of his pulse steady beneath your fingertips.

Then, you reached for the shampoo.

You stretched up onto your tiptoes, trying to reach the top of his head, grumbling to yourself as your fingers barely skimmed his damp hair. “Why are you built like a damn skyscraper?”

Bruce let out an amused breath. “You need a stool?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, finally managing to get your hands into his inky locks.

Any teasing vanished the moment your fingers began working gently across his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut, lashes damp, unable to help the low, content exhale that slipped from his throat. He melted under your touch—shoulders loose, body quiet, breath slow.

You finished rinsing the suds from his hair with quiet care, the water rushing gently between you as your fingers combed through the last of the soap. When you were done, you let your arms wrap loosely around his waist, cheek pressing between his shoulder blades.

Then he turned, his hands finding your hips as he gently caged you between his body and the slick tile wall. He leaned down to kiss you again, lips finding yours with the kind of aching familiarity that had your heart skipping a beat.

“I missed this,” he murmured against your mouth.

“I missed you,” you whispered back.

[eden-falls]

the manwhores of the realm. i mean fellowship of the ring

design notes under cut!! this is the product of a lot of work and i planned to design EVERYONE but i got tired and this is a good stopping point. for now.

expect more sansûkh gigolas soon. what a genuinely phenomenal piece of writing

gandalf:

• just an unassuming scruffy old guy. nothing weird going on here definitely not a minor god wandering around kidnapping hobbits for quests

• the staff was inspired by a shepherd's crook which felt appropriate considering his role

• i did also design gandalf the white but i dont like that one as much so if it ever comes up i'll go back to it

the hobbits:

• tails!! the length indicates age which is why pippin's is the shortest

• frodo's outfit is inspired by welsh traditional clothing (i am welsh) while merry and pip are kinda more general edwardian style and sam more medieval aligned based on a particular vintage costume design i dug up

• pippin's pockets are endless and hold many mysteries! he ties his hair like that to look taller

aragorn:

• to be honest. still not sure about him. i think the green is a mistake when putting him next to legolas and i sort of think the elves of rivendell go for deeper blues and purples, but my reasoning for the green was like... nature and camouflage? this one is still subject to change colour wise

• i didn't forget arwen's necklace he just wears it under the jacket

• yah theres not really any real life inspo. the cut of the jacket is viking i think but it's like 90% made up

• the books say he is the tallest so i let that hold true. however. know i am not happy about it and will probably continue to draw legolas the tallest otherwise

boromir

• first and foremost black hair. idgaf thats what the books say and in this regard i like canon more so

• i didnt wanna just do black and white gondorian colours so i played about with saturation a bit

• i moved the tree from the shirt area to his belt buckle only because i have made the shirt too complex to properly display it

• a little inspired by traditional turkish wear! i don't have much reasoning its just how i imagine minas tirith style clothing

legolas:

• hes a WOOD ELF he is GREEN 💚

• always has a stray leaf in his hair its literally in the name

• he has scabbards for his daggers on the back of his belt

• silver metal details rather than golden like the others

• like pippin's pockets nobody knows how deep his little bag actually is. he probably puts bugs in it or something

• his bow is pretty simple. i like to think he made it himself or maybe tauriel if we r considering her canon

• hair defies physics slightly

gimli

• high ponytail gimli truther it's just GOOD

• as is usually headcanoned, there's an overwhelming viking influence here. i felt however that horns on the helmet would be too much (and historically inaccurate if thats something that matters)

• jewel tones! i think he has an appreciation for aesthetics like this. nice patterning as well

• i added leather armour here but i probably won't draw it very often because why would he wear armour to smooch legolas. it's just so i can be consistent when i DO draw it honestly

[cinamintyy]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a small request? I was thinking of Capitano with an s/o who’s a dragon? Like just a normal dragon that can turn into a human(like Nuvulett<don’t remember how to spell my hydro dragons name) and there the last of there kind?(By that I mean born a dragon and went into hiding because of over hunting also By dragon form look at the dragons from House of the dragon for some inspo) how do you think he’d react to seeing his s/o’s dragon form for the first time and having a flight? Lest not forget to deep snoring…if not that’s alright I just wanted to put this out there.

Capitano has me in a chokehold I swear

Capitano x Dragon reader:

A/N:Sry this is late, but I love this idea sm. I'm just clearing out my inbox for these next days.

CW: Dragon reader, hybrid reader, minor character death.

It was cruel how all of those you knew were taken from you, simply for sport. Killed and taken apart for wings or horns as trophies. You saw all this happening and decided this would not happen to you, so you hid, amongst the humans. You hid any feature that would identify to those hunters you were a dragon, something the rest of your kind couldn't or refused to do. You wouldn't end up hanging on the wall, so you abandoned who you used to be. You didn't have a home, but you eventually decided to settle in Natlan. The pilgrimage wasn't an interest of yours it never was, either way, you weren't from Natlan so you couldn't join. For the stories you told and how wise you were, I mean, you did live a few hundred years. The smaller children especially enjoyed your "made-up" stories of dragons and flying through the sky at extremely high altitudes and speeds. To be fair, your life was going pretty peaceful.

One day, you were at a bar just to get a quick drink when this larger-than-average man who was fully covered in armour sat next to you and ordered a drink. He piqued your curiosity, so you started small talk, but it's safe to say he was a brick wall. You continued to have determination and persisted in talking to him. Capitano was honestly impressed at your persistence and decided to humor you. You both met at the same bar every day to talk. He loved the wise energy you emanated. To be honest, he became smitten, he loved seeking you for advice. But one thing that ate at you was the fact Capitano didn't know the actual you. The fact you were a dragon, the closer you both, the bigger the urge you had to tell him was. You need stress relief and what better way to relieve yourself than to take flight? Just the way you used to, at the very same heights and altitudes. What you didn't know was Capitano knew something was wrong, to him you acted 'odd' and kinda standoffish. He was about to visit you so he could what was up with you when he saw you headed somewhere else. Which just so you know this was at night so it was quite odd, he decided that instead of asking you where you were heading he would just follow you. Secretive? He knew, but what if someone was harming you and you were keeping it secret from him? If it was harmless he would leave knowing you were fine. You decided to take a quick fly around the outskirts of Natlan at night, if any people saw you they would just be seen as having a screw loose. C'mon, this was Natlan, the only place where someone would most likely just see a dragon flying around was Mondstadt. Unbeknownst to you, Capitano saw the whole thing, from you transforming, to you flying, and to you landing back down. You had only realized he saw you afterward. "I apologize, I feel as though I've intruded on you, you've been acting quite odd as of late, and I thought I should follow you to make sure no one was hurting you. I truly apologize I was too forward in my actions." He said to you bowing slightly to show how apologetic he was. You cursed yourself for being so careless silently before replying. "It's alright you had good intentions, either way, you were going to find out one way or another. I am, as you can see, a dragon." Capitano stared in silence before finding his words "A beautiful one I might add, I quite enjoyed seeing you soar through the air." You blushed at the words, "So you're not angry that I've kept such a secret from you?" You asked. "Goodness no, it's understandable why one would keep such a thing, but I'm glad I now know." You let out a sigh of relief at his words. "Perhaps one day you should take me out flying, I think I'd enjoy it." He said proposing an idea for a next date.

Perhaps you would take him outside flying, you think you would enjoy it as well.

[waihtie]

Watching and washing

Season 5 Episode 16 - Dark Side of the Moon

*wakes up to a gun in his face* *he's calm, but instantly checks on Sam*

○ "Wanna spend the rest of your life knowing Dean Winchester's on your ass? Because I don't." The power he holds. He's known. He's feared.

"When I come back, I'm gonna be pissed." Boy knows he can't stay dead.

Imagine having plot armour that thick

○ Aand they're both dead. RIP boys for my guess is not even a whole episode

We actually get to see them in heaven?!? I love it. Like so much.

○ "I'm dead" "Condolences" I love Cas more than literally anything

He can't visit heaven, so he's using a spell to speak to him through his car radio

○ Lmao Dean found Sam's heaven. There's a road connecting all the heavens.

Awee Sam understanding why Dean is in heaven, but not himself. This man's self-worth has been so low all season.

Also, interesting how Dean's heaven is a moment between him and Sam and Sam's is a time with another family. Each speak a lot to their characters.

○ Heaven is just people reliving their best memories

○ Zachariah needs to return them to their bodies so they can be vessels, but Cas doesn't want them to just yet. Wants to use them in heaven to find an angel named Joshua first.

FUCKKKKKK It deleted everything after this point. This was such a long post, too. Let's see what I can remember

Cas says Joshua talks to God and is in the garden in the center of heaven

○ Back to one of Dean's memories

"I just never realized how long you’ve been cleaning up Dad’s messes." Dean has been doing it even before they lost Mary (and he was only 4 when that happened)

Even when they're in heaven, there's so much trauma.

○ Back to one of Sam's memories

And of course there's more trauma

"And when Dad came home…" Dean can't even finish this sentence

And even more trauma

○ Zachariah wants to send them back to earth, but he still needs them to say yes, so he's gonna fuck with them a bunch first

○ ASH ASH ASH ASH ASH ASH

I love you. I never thought we'd see him again.

Dude's hacked heaven. Man, have I mentioned I love him? He hops around other people's heavens.

"He wrote the Kama Sutra. That boy’s heaven? Woah. Sweaty. Confusing." So Gay. I love it.

Dude's hacked angel radio

He says he's met the boys a few times here already. Each time they get revived, they forget heaven. Are they going to remember this time?

Awe they have to tell him Jo and Ellen died

He hasn't found Mary or John in heaven

○ Dean thinks these individual heavens sound lonely. And he doesn't like the fact that nothing around him is real. It's all a remake.

(I'm reading a fanfic that is the PERFECT season 16, and it has a lot of exactly that - Dean hating that heaven isn't real, so he misses earth)

○ Pamela is here

She's trying to convince Dean to say yes. Feels sketchy.

○ "I’m sure I’ll see you again soon." Ash knows how it goes.

○ Mary is saying all sorts of traumatizing stuff and has yellow eyes. I guess Zachariah found that way to fuck with them.

Zachariah is saying he's doing this memory of their mother. Disturbing.

He's mad that they've ruined his reputation

Some guy interrupted and says God will be mad if Zach doesn't let him talk to the boys alone. I take it that's Joshua.

They're in the garden. It looks different to different people. To them it's the Cleveland Botanical Gardens. They went there once on a field trip.

God has a message for them: "Back off."

"He knows what the angels are doing. He knows that the Apocalypse has begun. He just doesn’t think it’s his problem. God saved you already. He put you on that plane. He brought back Castiel." He's finished helping

"This time, God wants you to remember" there's that answer.

○ Aand they're back on earth

○ Hi Cas, baby

He's all depressed bc he just lost his faith after learning how much of a dick God is.

"You son of a bitch. I believed in…"

He gave back Dean's God-finding necklace. Then dipped.

He looks so good being all down and depressed. I love a pathetic man.

And Dean threw it out bc it made our boy sad (or because he also lost faith bc of what Joshua was saying, and because he's mad at God, but imma go with it's because it made our baby sad)

It was so special to him

Let's hope I got all my thoughts down. I'm very angry at this stupid app.

[berenwrites]

The Giveaway - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

A/N:  I’m definitely supposed to be doing other things, but this popped into my head and would not leave, so I wrote it down 💖. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for any likes/reblogs/comments in advance – hope you are having a great week. Don’t forget to check out all the other fun entries for this month over at @steddiemicrofic.

Written for prompt: STUFF | wc: 483 | Rating G | cw: none

(Also on AO3)( My Other fic on Tumblr)

The Giveaway

In the end, it wasn’t anything obviously romantic that gave them away. There was no accidental use of pet names, because Eddie did that all the time with everybody anyway. There were no lingering looks or linked hands or unfortunately timed kisses. Or if there were, no one said anything.

What outed them to their friends and extended-trauma-family was Eddie’s hair.

Contrary to popular belief, Eddie had had a hair care routine. Well, ‘care’ might have been going a bit far, but he had known how he wanted his hair to look and how to do it. He had stuff he washed it with, stuff he put in it, and a very abused comb he used to add volume when needed. However, Steve had tried to run his fingers through Eddie’s locks the previous day as they made out, become horribly stuck, and declared that would not do.

Eddie had thought his boyfriend was kidding, but not for long. As it turned out, Steve was very serious when it came to hair. When Eddie had protested, Steve had tried bitching at him, which admittedly Eddie found incredibly hot, but this was his hair, so he’d still held out. It had been the puppy eyes he hadn’t been able to resist. After that, he’d let Steve do what he liked.

“What did you do to your hair?” Dustin demanded the moment Eddie walked into the BBQ at the Byers new house.

“Um … washed it,” Eddie tried.

Even he had to admit Steve had worked magic. Not that he expected Mike to walk right up to him and grab a strand.

“It’s soft!” was the boy’s incredulous opinion, even as Eddie smacked the kid’s hand away.

Dustin stepped into his personal space and sniffed, eyes going wide.

“That’s Farrah Fawcett spray,” Dustin said very loudly. “You let Steve do your hair.”

As if on cue, Steve walked into the backyard. They’d come separately so as not to arouse suspicions yet. As it was, many eyes turned on him.

“Why did you let Steve do your hair?” Lucas asked.

“As if that isn’t obvious,” Erica commented as she walked past.

Eddie sent Steve a ‘help me’ stare. Like the knight in shining armour he was, Steve immediately walked over.

Since the spring break disaster, Eddie had become very good at speaking Steve, so when his boyfriend sighed and lifted an eyebrow at him, he knew exactly what it meant. They had talked about when and how to let everyone in on their secret after all. With his heart beating in his throat, he gave a small affirmative shrug back.

Ever a man of action, Steve leaned in, threaded his fingers through Eddie’s hair and kissed him, before pulling back with a smile. He then levelled his bitchiest ‘I dare you’ glare at the boys. Eddie was too busy melting inside to worry about anyone’s reaction.

( My Other fic on Tumblr)

[austenwazright]

Yeah we don't know a lot but here's what we do know:

Sarcean and Anharion were into each other for a long time

Sarcean was an important member of the Sun Court

When in the parade he makes a snark commentary about how the Sun Court wins may be celebrated in the light but are all won in the dark (shady

Sarcean and the Lady had a one night stand

Sarcean and Visander also had a one night stand

The first time that Sarcean and the Lady met she's talking about the Dark General in third person but like let's be honest for a second here how many pale hot white guys with long dark heir in dark armour do you think there were walking around the Sun Palace?? Bet you she was playing dumb

When Sarcean was called back to the palace by the Lady there was mentions of a mob, I myself am very pro mob

In that same scene when she accuses him he says something like "is that what you were told?", well if that line doesn't make you believe that there's more to it I don't know what will

He wanted to be trapped and he's loyal to those who help him, but apparently his plan to getting out was being helped, bet he made it thinking anharion would be the one to do it

There's a collar that in theory takes alway anharion/james free will, even tho we were in his mind when it went on and it didn't go completely blank we have to assume it does something, what does it do??

Sarceans power is in theory control and death, and he used it the meanest way possible, or so we're told, but the Light did win and the winner always gets to write hystory so we don't actually know what's true and what isn't

He did kill everyone in the Sun Court but Visander and the Lady, even tho we don't know hes motive (I'm assuming he has one) it's still kinda drastic don't you think?

He can make weapons and use the mark but we never saw him wielding the shadows (he may be able, but also he may not be

Will has no acess to his power but he gets things done cause he's smart and charismatic, even tho they paint the dark king as someone who could only gets things done when controlling people I bet part of his powers came from those qualities as well, we've seen Will using the mark, it drains him, he couldn't possibly control everyone all the time

Sinclair presents the mark as a ceremony, as a reward, when it would be easier to just brand people by force what maybe tells us that it has to be willing

Anharion was the one to say "I will always find you" maybe the obsession goes both ways???? Besides james remember the feel of him and, as far as he let us know, it's not like bad

Now its just an hypothesis but sarcean may only be able to use his powers through objects (and yes I'm putting the reborns and the returners as objects to make a point sue me), that's the reason of the mark, and the cup, and the collar. I mean why make a fucking cup that turns people to shadow if you could just do it yk (here comes in the acceptance again, people have to be willing to drink), and like maybe, just maybe, the collar also allows james/anharion to use his magic (as in sarcean's) in a more weaponized way??? As in he can use it without draining himself, kinda borrowing it

We also know sarcean's fine as fuck, so far that has been very relevant to the plot since he fucked basically anyone of the old world we know by name

Something I keep forgetting is Will is Sarcean but hey Sarcean is also Will, and even tho we don't know a lot about the former we just spent two books in Will's head, that being said maybe Sarcean killed the whole Sun Court as some king of vengeance for someone he loved/was loyal too, that's like a super Will move

I'm gonna put this in bold letters here so no one forgets: SARCEAN IS WILL, WE'RE READING ABOUT THE SAME PERSON

"I cannot come when I'm called to fight so I'll birth a child"- or however that one goes it's been a while and I don't recor the exact words hahaha- why can't she come??? Like she can't or does she just doesn't want to?? I mean she's clearly able to send someone, she can make the returners, why not return herself??? I'm thinking that it's bad, maybe you lose part of yourself? I mean Visander didn't seen to loose anything (besides the obvious mental blow and all) so WHYYY can't she return??? The only reasonable explanation is that there's a bigger catch then we imagine

Sarcean canonicaly did no wrong, yeah, that's a big thing we know now!!!!! I just need context I just need all the context and I need it rn

More will be added

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Mahito goes to kindergarten

Kenjaku walked down the sewers until he found what he was looking for.

"Mahito."

The curse glanced up. He had a paper in his hands and had just finished drawing something.

"Oh, hey Geto! Look at what I made!"

In Mahito's hands was a crudely drawn picture of some blue kind of creature, coated in armour. The words "happy birthday to me" plastered above.

"Is that your fursona? Actually, never mind. I have other matters to discuss."

"Like planning my birthday party?"

"You're only a few months old, it's far too early for that. Speaking of, shouldn't you be at school?"

"What's that? It sounds boring!"

"Jogo and I have already discussed the issue. You're young and need all the learning tools you can get. Mahito, you're being enrolled into kindergarten."

The curse jumped up and stomped his foot.

"No way!"

Suddenly Hanami showed up with Dagon and Jogo.

"...yrroS"

Now there were flowers blooming everywhere and Mahito had calmed down considerably. Hanami had also sprouted some hemp plants which Jogo promptly set on fire just as a backup plan. The curse was now high as a kite and was lacking his usual murderous aura.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I'm walking on clouds..."

Mahito then started playing with Jogo's face.

"No way! I never noticed that you have one eye. I'm gonna call you Mike Wazoski from now on!"

"Geto, get him off of me!"

"So it's settled. You'll be joining your classmates tomorrow morning."

"Don't think this changes anything! I want a birthday present and it better be a PlayStation 5!"

"Fine."

_______

It was the next day and Mahito was donning a blue uniform and a yellow hard hat.

"Are you sure they'll buy it?"

"Of course. Now run along and don't forget your lunchbox."

Kenjaku had specifically chosen an area where citizens were more likely to be able to see cursed spirits. He could have told Mahito to change his souls structure to resemble a child but he wanted payback, and had told the teacher that his "son" had a learning disability that caused him to be held back.

Mahito began to open his lunchbox.

"Lunchables, awesome! By Geto, see you later!"

He then ran off with a piece of toast in his mouth like it was a 90's anime.

Jogo then spoke up."Why are you really doing this?"

"Because he called my son a failure."

"But you always call your sons failures."

"Yes, but not Yuji."

_______

"Now children, we have a new student joining us today. Please say hello."

"Yo. My name's Mahito and I can do this really cool trick!"

He then began to vomit up transfigured humans. The classroom began to scream.

"Mahito, would you like me to take you to the nurses office?"

"It's fine. I'm not injured and if I was I could just change my soul."

"R-right..."

She then began to sweep away the strange "candy" that her student puked up.

"You may sit down wherever you'd like..."

The next thing she knew and Mahito was now sitting on her desk, causing the previously scared children to now laugh.

"Mahito, that's not a seat..."

"I guess you're right. Okay, I'll sit here then."The curse was now sitting in the teachers chair.

"Mahito, you need to get up!"

"But you said I could sit down anywhere!"

"Yes, but I meant in one of the seats over there."

She was now pointing to where the rest of the class was.

"Fine..." he angrily mumbled. He was definitely putting a whoopie cushion there later.

_______

After taking two hours to teach Mahito the alphabet (Hiragana and Kanji), it was now time for art class.

"Teacher, there's a problem!"

"Now, now, what is it?"

"It's the new boy! He keeps hogging all the crayons except for the white ones! I can't see my drawing even if I wanted too!"

"Let me deal with this."

She then went to find the trouble maker.

"Mahito! We need to have a discussion."

"Aww, but I'm busy!"

She looked down at the curse. He had just about every crayon you could imagine. Beneath her was a drawing of a girl who was missing an eye and a man that could only be described as a burn victim.

"W-what..., what is that?..."

Mahito was now grinning with joy.

"Sorcerers. I can't be bothered to remember their names though."

"Give me the crayons..."

"How about no!"

"Mahito!"

She tried to grab them but it was too late. He had swallowed them all in one gulp.

"...Alright everyone, it's time for recess!"

_______

While the teacher was trying not to have a nervous breakdown, Mahito began to take note of his surroundings.

"Sweet, bubbles!"

He then began to blow some of the mixture.

"Can I try some?"

Another child had made the grave mistake of talking to Mahito.

"Sure!"

The curse then threw the liquid into the child's eyes.

_______

The teacher could hear screaming and then swallowed another asprin.

"They said this job was supposed to be easy!"

_______

By the time she had made it outside, Mahito was using a jump rope as a whip while running after a group of children.

"EVERYONE INSIDE, NOW!"

Now it was lunch time and Mahito began to open up his lunchbox.

"Yay, lunchables!"

Then he looked closer.

"Wait a minute... This is kid cuisine!"

Mahito took the box and flung it.

"Too bad. I wanted to know what lead tastes like..."

He then decided that he was going to go swiper the fox style and sneak parts of other kids lunches when they weren't looking.

"All right, let's see what I caught!"

Enclosed in his hands was a button, some rice, a bandaid and a candy bar. He put his lips around the chocolate bar and began to bite it in half (not unlike how Gege killed Gojo). He then felt something sharp pierce his tongue. He pulled out the item and noticed that it was a razor blade.

"Wow, I didn't know KitKat's come with prizes now."

_______

Mahito began to notice children taking out blankets.

"What are they doing?"

"Don't you know Mahito, it's almost nap time."

"Nap time? No way, I wanna keep playing with the fidget spinners!"

She had finally had enough.

"Mahito, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"

"What's chloro-"

The curse was now knocked out and the children began to clap.

"The evil is defeated!"

_______

When Mahito came to, he could hear parts of a conversation.

"I'm sorry but I can no longer teach your son. I reccomend that he be held back to preschool."

"My apologies. I know that he can be a bit of a handful."

"Ha!"

Mrs. Crandall lit her cigarette. Oh yeah, she was definitely getting wasted tonight.

"Hey sleepyhead. It seems like you're all tuckered out from your first day of school."

"PS5..."

"Yes, I didn't forget about that. Let's get you home first."

_______

The disaster crew were now seated as they waited for Geto. The door opened and the man had a large box in his arms.

"As promised, here's your reward-"

Mahito cut him off immediately and began to tear it open.

"Huh? What is this!?"

Jogo peered his head into the box.

"I don't understand all this technology but even I know math. Isn't this what you wanted?"

In the box contained a PS2 that was taped together to a PS3. There was also a copy of Knack for the PlayStation 4.

"I hate you!"

"The feeling is mutual. Happy Birthday!"

[spawnofdeath]

As promised, since the overwhelming majority voted for wanting to see it, here is my Empires AU main post with all my current notes and thoughts:

Two Sons of Rivendell

(Title borrowed from the poem written for the ending of Empires season 1 by the wonderful @fishy-strawberries on their art blog floweroflaurelin)

AKA me realizing there's two plot relevant reveals of two characters being siblings in Empires 1 and thinking what if I switched them, so Scott and Xornoth get "Hold on now, we're siblings? How did we forget that?" And Lizzie gets "Wait, the demon is my brother?"

Summary:

Scott and Xornoth, rulers of neighboring elven kingdoms Rivendell and Erewyn, rediscover the tales of their people's old gods, Aeor and Exor. What memories have they lost along with the connection to their past?

Meanwhile, in the nearby Grimlands, salmon loving engineer fWhip starts having troubles involving a demonic cod creature. Who is this malicious stranger, and is he connected to Ocean Queen Lizzie?

In no particular order, some notes:

There aren't really just straight forward role swaps exclusively between two characters each, it's all a bit all over the place

I only watched six out of twelve perspectives (Jimmy, Joel, Lizzie, Pearl, Scott and Sausage) so I don't know if I'm missing anything but also it's not meant to be canon-compliant (but also means I don't know how to write the other characters)

This AU is fully falling into the trend of making fanon Jimmy much cooler than he is in canon, but I just think he deserves a proper villain arc (not counting the one he thoroughly failed at in season 2)

Actual story notes:

Xornoth identifies and presents as broadly male-adjacent, and uses he/they

Because there's no possible pun on "siblings" that could work as well as "Seablings" for the purposes of this AU, Scott and Xornoth will be collectively known as "The Twin Kings"

Xornoth's Empire Erewyn (name might be subject to change) is slightly down the mountainside from Rivendell, where it's a bit warmer than on the snow covered peaks (even without their gods, Scott prefers the winter and Xornoth the summer), and has shared borders with Rivendell, Crystal Cliffs, and the Lost Empire (small parts taken off each of those three, but mostly extends into the spawn area, I looked up a map for this so hopefully you get what I mean)

Erewyn exports enchanted books and offers services of custom enchanting for armour and weapons

The Ocean Queen, of course, cherishes all Ocean dwellers, which certainly includes, for most of their life cycle, salmon

Featuring Scott both as one of the Lost Siblings pair and as the guy who falls in love with the demon

Those two plot lines actually might interfere with each other, I cannot imagine Xornoth would be very fond of the idea of his friend/brother trying to date a demon and Scott probably wouldn't take it very well if Xornoth tried to talk him out of it, so it might put a strain on their friendship, but I don't care, it can't be anyone but Scott, I can't make it work with anyone but Scott (the only other option I can think of would be Sausage, and he's already allied with the demon in canon, I don't want him to be in this AU as well)

I'm gonna say Jimmy is also at least somewhat interested in Scott, because, well, he is kind of cute, for someone without any fins or scales, and why not? Some fun on the side, why shouldn't he? There should be more to life than just terrorising people, even for a demon

Farmer (and Fighter) Queen Pearl is far too exited about her new demonic sparring partner and the powers he's willing to share (just to make their matches more interesting, right? This surely won't corrupt her, nooo, how would it?) (Unlike with Sausage, here I actually do like the idea of Pearl still being in a somewhat similar to canon role, except cranked up to eleven to become the role of demon protégé)

Pearl is also involved in this AU's equivalent of the hostage exchange, the other side being Xornoth (Pearl started it by stealing one of Xornoth's owls, but I cannot think of who or what they would have taken from her in return)

Pix as the assassin in that storyline, I think, because it's really funny to me to think that the person who in canon is tracking people's deaths in this AU is causing people's deaths

Lady Katherine of House Blossom, Flower Mage Queen of the Overgrown, tends to what is known as the Memorial Garden

Lord Sausage of Mythland really just wants to be friends with everyone and is always advocating for peace

Xornoth and Shrub have this AU's equivalent of the Cod War (what would that be though? I'd appreciate any ideas)

Joey and Xornoth are the happy couple who had the big royal wedding, with Scott as Xornoth's best man, and officiated by Pearl

Joey also gets the role of the one who's in complete denial of anything demonic going on. Joey cares about two things, his beautiful builds and his beautiful husband, and that's it. Demon? What demon? There's no demon, why would there be a demon? The sudden surplus of cod make good food for the raptors, as such their unusual aggression goes almost entirely unnoticed, piles of slime are buried under dirt to form nice rounded little hills. He can't even see Jimmy during the big arena fight, just Pearl going mad for no apparent reason, like, what's up with her then? (Keep in mind that I have never in my life watched any of Joey's videos, I have not the first clue how to write him)

Who did Pearl build the arena with, by the way? Probably Gem, who starts out being somewhat complacent about the whole demon issue ("Oh I'm sure he's not that dangerous, he's hardly managed to hurt me, and anyways, he's got some very interesting abilities I'd love to study"), but after the big massacre finally realizes it's actually quite serious and also Pearl is clearly not herself and definitely needs help

Random thought, you know how manta rays swim like they're flying through the water? Jimmy flies like he's swimming through the air

Jimmy is short for Jimahinjao, although he doesn't go by that name anymore, and definitely only Scott is allowed to call him Jimmy

Lizzie is short for Lizmoa, which is already one of the shortest merfolk names, but she's always gone by Lizzie, except in situations calling for truly formal adress

I don't know if "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue" would necessarily apply to a gay wedding, but I kind of want it to in this case because:

I imagine Scott and Xornoth would have similar styles in terms of clothing and accessories, because it's a traditional elven style or because they're unknowingly brothers, who knows. The point here is Joey coming to Scott for 'something borrowed' and Scott going "Ohhh I can make your outfits match, that's gonna be so cute!"

Thus, the four items: an enchanted golden apple found with the help of Joel (because I didn't know what else he could provide), a pendant made of pixandrian copper (paralleling my interpretation of the amethyst Lizzie got from Gem as a necklace), an elven crown borrowed from Scott (matching Xornoth's), and a bouquet of blue orchids from the swamp outside of Mythland (paralleling the fact that in canon, the warped fungus came from the same place as the corruption)

Speaking of the swamp outside of Mythland, it is regarded as a dangerous and possibly haunted place and thus uninhabited (except for Jimmy, who is the reason people think it's haunted)

The crown Scott receives from Jimmy is a flower crown (as a nod to the for this AU rather unfitting official ship name of "Flower Husbands"). It's made from water lilies and has, beyond the mind control, two rather obvious magical properties. One: it doesn't wilt. Two: it's always slightly dripping. Mostly water, sometimes mud, rarely a bit of slime, but it's always dripping something. Scott still wears it anyways

Lizzie and Katherine get kidnapped by Pearl and Scott, and rescued by Joel, prompting that particular romance

As it will eventually turn out, Scott and Xornoth are twins (Xornoth being older by an hour, though there's no real way for them to find it out that exactly)

Xornoth reads in the library about an artifact he's pretty sure is related to the old religion he and Scott are continuing to learn about. The artifact in question is a black iron crown in the shape of a pair of antlers, to be worn by the royal representative of one of the two gods. They resolve to find this artifact.

Meanwhile, Lizzie, in a treasure chest she unearthed, finds what she thinks is probably an interestingly shaped piece of scrap metal. Maybe she can trade it to some fool for something else. Maybe for a channeling trident. She's been wanting one of those. Calling lightning at will sounds amazing.

The Crown™ is still forged by fWhip, and makes the rounds from Joel, who gets killed for it by Lizzie, who, while trying to give it to Shrub, gets it yoinked away by Joey, who gives it away via a treasure hunt which is then won by Xornoth, who gets it stolen by Gem, who creates a quiz for it that's won by fWhip, who gives it to Sausage, who puts on a contest in which Shrub then cheats and kills him to get it

The Ocean Queen gets storm powers that she needs to learn to control, she probably strikes Katherine with lightning by accident and subsequently flees to a deserted island to not hurt anyone else

While Lizzie is gone, fWhip steals the nautilus shell "Jimmy" has been sealed in, prompting her to return when one of her axolotls comes to tell her about it

More notes to possibly come in the future via reblogs

[foggysirens]

Hmmm...things to ponder/pass the time... How about:

Who would win in a staring contest between Din and Cas?

In your Skywalker Hunters AU, will there be DinLuke, and if so does that mean Grogu will be their Jack? Who is Han going to be? Will Cal/Ezra/Ahsoka/etc make an appearance as a fellow hunter? (Presuming none of this is spoilers, ofc)

Any other AUs of either title/franchise you've ever been tempted to explore but haven't yet?

1. If we are talking about both characters playing by the rules of their own canon then I'd say Cas would win - I am a firm believer in that the angels don't actually need to blink or breathe or anything like that but we see them do so simply because they are trying to put humans at ease so it becomes a force of habit - plus he just has lots of practice from staring at Dean lol - but if we're going on like an even playing field ,,, I do think Cas would still win JUST because I feel Din would be too used to wearing his helmet and armour and like ,,, subconsciously forget and blink

2. Yes! There will be Dinluke in my Skywalker Hunters AU! I do have big plans for this fic and in my mind I'm already planning it out like a series so the Dinluke aspect wont come until a little later (the second part probably, if my mental spreadsheet is correct lol) because like canon Supernatural I do intend to have the beginning focus on Luke and Leia and their sibling dynamic moreso than any romantic aspects BUT that being said I do plan to have both Hanleia and Dinluke in the fic because I love both ships too dearly to not to THAT ALSO BEING SAID not a spoiler cause I just kind of mentioned it already. Still, I do plan to have Han in the fic as well, what role he will be playing shall remain a secret - still, I will say that he's a fellow hunter (and that I may be forging my own trails a bit when it comes to certain characters and plotlines,,, gotta keep things fresh, ya know?) - as well as Grogu, his character is definatly going to show up. You're on the mark with him being a Jack parallel! As for any other characters, I don't have any solid plans - most likely the other Jedi will show up as hunters because it just fits so well, but reading your ask I did get the, admittedly crack-ish, idea for Cal and Ezra to show up as the Ghostfacers ahfabkff

3. Yes as well! I've been wanting to dip my toe into the Destiel/Supernatural fic scene for a while now and just haven't really gotten the confidence to do so - and once I do I think I'll probably start with some canon-setting fics first- but I've been dreaming up AUs for a while and one that I keep coming back to is a Professional Wrestling AU! I love wrestling and the idea started as a loose Dinluke idea, but now I think it fits Supernatural/Destiel a lot better I feel - like okay just imagine Dean and Sam being these legacy wrestling sons of pros John and Mary who helped build the popularity of Total Federation Wrestling, or TFW (see what I did there? lol), back in the 70s/80s until the company became the biggest name in wrestling and how Dean and Sam would have started wrestling young and have been brought up in the business and in the squared circle and on tv and how they'd develop their characters to be a tag-team act together, but once Sam quits to go to college Dean starts his solo career as the playboy babyface who rules the ring but all the while he's feeling stuck and looking for something more - something real and not kayfabe - aaaaand that's where i'll leave that because a) i haven't decided if Cas in this AU would be another wrestler from a different company who they bring on because they want Dean to have a heel turn and need a new top babyface OR if he would be the doctor who Dean meets after a botched match and b) this is getting too long lol

[erstwhilesparrow]

watched more 3rd life it's time for another list:

it fucks me up so bad that right up to the end martyn is careful and suspicious and ready to get the hell out of dodge at a moment's notice: when skizz -- someone who has already sworn his loyalty and thrown himself wholeheartedly into Being On Their Side -- brings him and ren down a staircase in skizz's base to a secret resource stash, martyn hangs back with his sword out and his shield raised. when martyn and impulse get ambushed by grian et al in renchanting's basement, martyn immediately bolts and blocks off the exit staircase behind him so they can't chase him. and then the way he dies is charging at scar for killing ren. could he have survived and gotten away by playing it safe and booking it? maybe. would he ever have? not in a million years. i know people have talked about this to the moon and back but that doesn't mean it doesn't fuck me up. he'd follow his king anywhere....

i love ren repeatedly being concerned with infrastructure even as they get into the endgame of the season. they don't know how fast things fall apart after a certain point!! they've never done this before!! ren complained about not having time for building things up, and i immediately thought about limited life. and i know this one's also been talked about to death, but really. the way some of them sort of try to build some nice things but it's their fourth go at this by now and really what do they need but the stripped-back and unadorned sky bridges, the half-burned ruins that are still standing enough to put chests and crops on? the... unravelling. the breaking of everything down to its bones. i was watching with a friend and said to them something to the effect of, like, dogwarts is so sentimental. martyn goes to absurd lengths (including straight up dying) to get the banner back. ren decides that since they're all going to die anyway, they should do it at their castle, take it back and make a final stand there. and by the finale, there are uncovered explosion craters everywhere, sky bridges and pillars made out of incongruous blocks, platforms supported by nothing, quick two-block-tall barricades, everything in ruins, but that's not until the finale. renchanting has decorative buttons on its roof. at one point during either his finale or his penultimate episode, martyn is quietly replanting dogwarts' crops while they all talk. they try to build things for the longterm. they try to build them pretty. and then limited life dispenses with all the pleasantries. god.

at one point scar runs past a bunch of floating items and going "oh, somebody's dead body." i LOVE dropped items as corpses…. here's what the game leaves you with: weapons, armour, resources. here's what the game never gives you: the actual body, hands and voice and face. but they DO leave something.

sometimes i think to myself, "surely i am exaggerating how much martyn is Like That about ren," and other times i am listening to martyn chase scar down saying, "when my lord wants something, he gets it." !!

hey kind of a weird note but martyn just Says this like it's something everyone knows: apparently green names with invis just fully can't be seen by red names?? is that true. why hasn't this ever come up. why did i forget he said this.

i love names. i love how they get used and when. thinking about etho going, "major?" to himself when ren's trying to tell dogwarts who to target, and then later, discussing battle strategy during the finale, picking up on calling him major instead of scott. ren never not calling scott 'major'. scott in his pov deliberately calling jimmy 'solidarity' when he's talking to impulse because impulse wouldn't know who 'jimmy' refers to. martyn swapping from calling him 'jimmy/timmy' to calling him 'solidarity' when they wind up on opposite sides and he needs to tell the rest of dogwarts what their enemies are up to. all of dogwarts taking up calling [impulse and his villagers] 'the war machine' after impulse gets found out. who they all are to each other, the network of relationships and understandings that gets laid out in who calls them what. man!!

i love prox chat. faint noises that might be movement while ren and martyn hide in a cave, and then extremely clearly scott going "joel, they're under you." bigb apparently only hearing scott going, "hi, bigb!" before dying is SO scary i love it so much. martyn overhearing impulse calling "eyes" to desert duo when he spots dogwarts trying to sneak back into the castle and the extra sliver of betrayal that that is, that he turned on them and stole their vocabulary for his own ends too.

i forgot martyn loses his green life within sight of dogwarts. i forgot martyn doesn't even see the actual moment ren loses his final life. absolutely fuck me, i guess.

speaking of "absolutely fuck me, i guess" moments: i hadn't noticed until this watch through that martyn's video description on his finale is "A hand to hold until the end. A hand to hold because we're friends." ;-; ???? i'm so tender about this. they were playing games and telling stories and having fun with it and they're FRIENDS. ;-;

entering the mean gills zone, in which i think about mean gills a truly unreasonable amount:

martyn chasing scott through the trees, scott yelling for martyn to back off and telling him off like a misbehaving dog. even after a rift has opened between them, there is still a degree to which scott reacts to martyn like martyn is someone/something he can boss around.

also: scott taunting dogwarts saying he has the red winter axe. martyn noticing while searching through some chests that he has what he describes as the rabbit foot scott gave them (initially a gift from ren to scott). setting this next to the lengths martyn has demonstrated to almost everyone on the server that he will go to to get the dogwarts banner back. setting both of these things next to the fact that martyn proposes stealing the pufferish of peace, saying, "i think [scott] would do horrible things to get it back."

this exchange from the middle of martyn chasing scott: "i wanna cuddle before you die. we were the last two yellows, can we cuddle? [...] hey i never wanted jimmy to die, okay, i said from the get-go--" / "you let skizz get him."

(note: it is demonstrably not true that they're the last two yellows? i think martyn might've meant last two greens; he and scott were both yellow at this point.)

martyn claiming to dogwarts that he knows where scott's nether portal is and that he can show them how to sneak into scott's base from the nether. (i say claiming because they do then get very lost trying to find scott's portal, but. yknow. this is knowledge martyn kind of has on scott. even the bridges over the valleys of the nether are bridges martyn built with scott.)

scott loses his yellow life trying to fight ren, because martyn charges in and scott nearly does kill martyn but ren shoots him at the last minute.

exiting the mean gills zone to instead enter the [whatever the fuck desert duo has going on in martyn's pov]:

an exchange you could have fun with: "Why do I keep letting Scar live!" / "Oddly we have respect for him." (i forgot to make note of who the first person was, but the second speaker is martyn.)

you could probably Do Something with the fact that scott, scar, and grian show up to attack martyn, and while grian's yelling, "revenge!!" martyn says, "you gave me this [golden apple], grian, i'm gonna use it!"

at one point in martyn's pov you can hear grian go, "scar, where are you?" and then increasingly forlornly going, "scar? scar?" i don't have anything additional to say about this, i just am vividly remembering how much i like desert duo and how interesting they are from martyn's pov.

[castlebyersafterdark]

OMFFFFG the dnd roleplay!!!

ok, serious, THAT is what spicy byler fandom needs. not just because its hot, but because its literally so in character, and it's .... like that IS real. and yeah you could say its the most explicit kind of sexualisation of their childhood selves so far because of the dnd associations in the show, but you could also say the show itself is a horrorification (and sexualisation if you read the metaphor a certain way) of their childhood gameplay. so...

and yes its so cringe but the best freaking kind, the kind the show gives you! i was only cringing on their behalf rather than out of my own guilt which i do still get a bit of when i enjoy anything spicy byler lol. and weirdly its even hotter BECAUSE its not just for us. because its for them, so in character, it becomes hotter? yessssss youve done it

and theres no WAY that will, who draws real-person fanart about their party lol, has never fantasised about this. i mean, his very painting is a fantasy put to canvas. and mike with that paladin sword.... oh, you knowwwww that there's gonna be some dirty talk about swords somewhere... * shudder * who knows, maybe them creating these characters was even will's sexual awakening about mike? imagining him in these courageous contexts etc

the use of will's magic in their dirty talk hehehe im imagining them actually writing a whole mini scenario to play out, not even just getting lost in the moment but properly planning it sometimes cos they couldnt believe how hot it was first time it happened 🙊🙊 (ok now i need to know who instigated the first time. pre-party meet up too! these boys are wild). and also - they way they bounce off each other at suzie's in the show? theyre TELLING us that these two can roleplay! so why not sexy too when theyre older? yessssssss correct

i cringed with joy at the way you wrote this. perfection. sometimes i bad-cringe at the impersonal-ness of byler smut with pet names anyone in the world could use, cos its so easy for them to stop being mike and will and start being random bodies having sex, but this specificity feels like its so them and it could only be them.

using their dnd names??? ACCENTS????? 😭 i'm imaginging their idea of king arthur british medieval ahhhhhhh

+ partially dressed in costume????? the wizard hat falling off immediately when will bounces?? his floopy flowing robes just hiked up over his thighs?????????? that's period drama-level sex right there, even better than totally naked. mike just having a bit of armour over his shoulders, nothing else? ughhhhhh

honestly i have never been in nerd culture like this irl, but i can totally see how fantasy would develop from childhood to adulthood like this... its natural for everyone because imagination and pretend play in childhood is often lost as we grow (unless someone is a creative/artist/imagination-forward adult) and the only place that playfulness remains for many folk is through sexual expression. sex is where adults play. so why the heck not this for byler? its so on track i literally am so excited to see what you do with this, not least because perhaps for these boys, this is one of the only ways they can reclaim their love of this game after all the trauma they went through. beautiful 😭😭😭

This ask was sent back in early June after this post and a bunch of chatter about potentially writing a fic expanding on the idea. I draft and forget so many asks (oops, sorry 🫣) and thought I might have had s relevant one stashed away. I hope you're still around, maybe you're someone who's made a blog between then and now! This was all before I even planned an official outline and I thought... would it be crazy if I expanded on the idea? Hilarious. I have so many other wips in the works but I don't think I want to fully leave our little role-playing nerds behind. I'll drop random drabbles about that whole vibe over time when inspiration strikes. Love everything about these two boys.

[virtue1nvain]

How are you today?

GIMME SOME HEAD CANONS ABOUT YANQING POOKIE

ERMMMM LET ME THINK.. (i might base some of these off of mems)

Much like how he names all his swords, he also has specific days dedicated to taking care of a single sword for an entire day. Like a selfcare day but for a sword.

He dislikes onion with every bone in his body, he'll look at you with pure anguish in his eyes if you try and give it to him

Probably ate those sugary kids toothpastes, even at 14 he still admits to liking it.

Jing yuan in my mems smells of peaches, so by extension and always being around eachother Yanqing also smells of peaches. He also smells of like... penny. Yknow the smell of pennies, the metal ones, THAT.

He's autistic and no one can tell me otherwise, I'm autistic and SO IS HE.

He won't call Jing Yuan anything other than general. They've had like hour long conversations of JY trying to get him to call him anything else, but it kinda stuck. Yanqing kinda just imprinted on the title as a kid and never let it go.

In my mind, there's no way he's under 14, I'd say 15 at the eldest.

He's actually supposed to wear knee-guards and stuff, the common safety equipment for skateboarding, in armour form when he's on that god forsaken flying sword, but he just.. doesn't. It's not that he forgets he just doesn't want to, "i ain't doing allat" style.

Victim of brainrot, in the most positive way. I leave that there for creative imagination.

He probably read the warrior cats series at some point in his life + would'e adored How To Train Your Dragon and Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole. This kid wouldn't SHUT UP about these movies if he saw them.

If you asked him what animals he really liked, he'd answer with otters and seals, sea-puppy and sea-kitty! What more could you want?

He's also criminally short, dont ask me an exact height I couldn't tell you cause I dont know how tall average, short and tall are. But ill put an estimate for 4'7 to 5'1 range (the shorter deff not based on my height irl)

Ermmm i was writing this b4 i had to leave for a test BYEBYEEEEE AND THANK YOU FOR SENSING ME AN ASK

[rapid-looser]

okay! can i request platonic sbi + tubbo and ranboo headcanons with a reader who uses knee braces and a cane for chronic pain in their knees? if you don’t wanna write it that’s fine :)

-🌊

★Sbi + bee duo with reader who uses a knee brace and a cane★

a/n: sure i can write that ^^

Request: yes/no

Prounouns: they/them

Philza:

•So first of all, he'd wait for you when he's taking you somewhere

•He'd also tell someone to slow down when the two of you are walking with somewhere else

•If you were joining him and someone else on a blog, he'd probably take the paths that are easier on you

•He'd also try to avoid long stairs

•Hes also avoiding floors that make recently been mopped/cleaned just incase you fall over

•If your moving somewhere, he'd also offer to move most of your stuff for you

•However he'd be asking if you wanna go back to your house just incase your knee gets too sore

•Overall he just cares about his friend

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Wilbur:

•He's tall so you may have to remind him to slow down a bit

•If you drop your cane, he'd be extremely quick to pick it up for you

•He'd ask if you wanna take an elevator instead of something else since it'd be easier on you

•But he'll also hit his head on the elevator door/opening

•He has a spare cane in his care for you just incase you forget yours

•If your pain gets too bad he'll go over to your place and help you put your knee brace on

•Another person who offers to carry the heavy stuff for you

•If your in the amusement park blog, he'd offer to go onto the rides that don't cause much pain to your knee

•If he ever did an irl stream and a chatter comment on how slow you were going, he wouldn't say anything, he'd just ban them

•If someone mocked you for having to use a cane, he'd probably say "Fuck off you lifeless person." And continue walking with you

•And if anyone comments on how you walk slowish, he'd flip them off

•In general he just wants to be a good friend for you

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C!technoblade:

•Okay so he'd probably insist you live near the syndicate

•Why? Because your chronic pain in your knee makes you an easy target for people that want leverage on technoblade

•But he also wants you to be safe since your a close friend of his

•He's constantly checking in on you to see how your feeling

•He's making sure he knows where your cane is at all times

•He would also borrow one off C!Philza if you loose yours

•He'll try to make armour that you can wear while still having your knee brace on

•But he probably won't give it to you unless your being attacked

•He'd probably have a potion of strength with him at all times for you

•And if he's away taking down a government, he'd probably get someone else like ranboo

•Although while he's in prison he'd probably get Phil to check up on you daily

•'Could you also look after [name]? Their house is at -1904 42 3291, thanks'

•However being friends with him is risky because he is a wanted person on the server

•But your also protected by him a fair bit

•When your going around the server, he'd probably be following behind you just incase someone wants to take your cane

•Or knock it away from you

•But he also has a spare knee brace for you incase you forget yours

•He usually keeps the spare close to him just incase you need it

•But if you ever fell in the snow he'd help you up and pick up your cane for you

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Tommyinnit:

•He'd jokingly call you an old person but he wouldn't go too far

•He would probably carry everything for you

•Like your groceries, furniture packages ect

•He'd also forget that you have chronic knee pain so he'd probably tell you to hurry up a few times before he realises

•However he will flip off anyone and everyone who gives you a weird stare, the 'Why do they have a cane?' kinda stare

•He's also interupting people who whisper about you

•He'd walk up to them and say "Do you mind whispering about my friend? And you suck at whispering so fuck off"

•Hr has no shame in slowing down for you if you need him to

•He's probably taking you to different places a lot but he'd make sure it's not too painful on your knee, Like rides at amusement parks? He's probably going on the slower ones with you

•But he'll try not to get in your way, like if you want to do something yourself, he's not gonna insist he does it

•Because he still wants you to have your freedom and he doesn't want you to feel like your not able to do something

•However when your sitting down he will take your cane and pretend that he won't give it back

•But he actually will give it back after a while or when you go to stand up

•But he may also mess around with your cane, like drawing random patterns with it or fiddling with it

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Tubbo:

•Now tubbo is a lot more relaxed compared to the others, he won't insist he helps you with stuff he knows you can carry but he will help with heavier stuff or when he sees your struggling

•He will however walk long distances to get you something, like if you want ice-cream but the store is a whole away? Don't worry about it he'll get it for you

•He will constantly make you have a break after doing stuff

•"No [name], you gave to take a break, even for a bit"

•He'll try not to put too much pressure on your knee though

•And he's constantly asking if you wanna stop for a while

•He's side eyeing anyone who comments on you using a cane, and he'll probably take you away from them

•No matter if your taller or shorter than him, if somewhere you need to go has stairs, he'll help you up them

•He'll open the push/pull doors for you if you have trouble opening them

•He's also checking if you have your knee brace on

•If you forgot yours, he'd buy you another one

•If you ever needed your cane cleaner, he'd offer to clean of for you

•Carrying your small items that you can't carry

•When he does subathons, he'd probably invite you to them a lot since their chill and you don't have to put pressure on your knee

•If someone has to walk off the road, he'd probably offer instead of you walking on the road

•He'd probably also avoid steep stuff when he's with you

•If you say your knee hurts, he'd stop what he's down and sit you down for a while

•If your knee brace gets worn out, he'd offer to buy you another one

•He'd also try to reassure you that he doesn't mind doing all this for you

•He just wants you, his friend to be comfortable and not in pain

•He'd also pay attention to how often your knee starts hurting really badly so he knows roughly when to stop something

•If your pain gets extremely bad, he'd ask you what he can do to try and stop it

•Even if he can't, he'll still try to make you in as less pain as possible

•He'll also try to cheer you up when your pain gets really bad with memes

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Ranboo:

•He'd probably be a bit clueless for a while in what chronic knee pain is

•But once he figures out what is, he's offer to help you with a lot of stuff

•You need your cane? Don't worry he'll get it for you

•But he'll also drop things quite often, like something he was carrying for you, he'd drop it accidentally

•He'll give you a piggyback ride if you've forgotten your cane

•It may grab some attention in public though

•A lot of picking you up if your comfortable with it

•And for some reason he has a spare cane on him most of the time?

•Like if you two are driving somewhere, and you realise you forgot your cane, he'd just have one chilling in the back seat

•He'd also bring you to beaches with no rocks

•Since you have chronic knee pain he won't walk too far though

•And he'd also make sure you can use your cane on the sand

•He's also making his chat aware of your chronic knee pain so when he does an irl stream, he won't have to keep explaining why he keeps slowing down

•Anyone who complains about your speed, he'd just pretend he didn't see

•If the two of you are walking near night, he'd walk a bit behind you so no creeps try to approach you

•But if someone if rude to you or complains about you using a cane, he'd just ignore them and say "C'mon [name] let's head over there yeah?"

•In the end he just wants to relax with his friend (you) with them being in as less pain as possible

•Oh and he'd have a bunch of spare canes and knee braces for when you want to go over to his place

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[lynns-bonkle-blog]

You get sent on an assignment to a small coastal village in England. Pridak is going to pay respects at his daughter's grave, and he needs bodyguards, though he also lets you explore and spend some time in the village.

The grave visit was. Strange. Pridak dragged you and his other guards through the forest, and while he didn't have a map, he knew precisely where he was going, like he had walked this exact route thousands of times before. The grave itself looked ancient. All that was inscribed on it was a name that, while heavily eroded and encrusted with lichen, clearly reads "Amelie Pridak". You've seen local heritage signs talking about the village's history of witch-trials.

The grave is next to a river.

After this, Pridak takes you back to the village, gives you several million pounds, and allows you to explore. Most of the place is cafés, art galleries, a few small branches of major chain restaurants, and, curiously, a small blacksmiths' shop.

You enter the blacksmith's shop. The forge is active, but there's no sign of the owner. You look at the objects on the shelves, admiring the quality of the objects. Whoever works here knows their stuff. "Hello!" You hear a deep voice behind you. You turn and see an absolute mountain of a man in an apron, carrying a large smithing hammer. "Welcome to my shop. My name is Arthur, though most people around here call me... Art the Artisan!" Arthur extends his hand. You hesitantly reach out to shake it, and he nearly dislocates your shoulder. "Oh! Oh no, sorry! Sometimes I forget that most people aren't as strong as I am." You tell him you've been through worse, and that you had an... accident that required a lot of painful surgery. "Oh? My, that sounds awful! Do you want to tell me about it?" You oblige, and the artisan puts out his forge, flips around the handmade wooden "open" sign on his door, and pulls up a chair. Not wanting to look suspicious, you embellish the story a little. You were in a car-crash in Voya City's busy shopping district ("Never liked cities. Not much need for a forge when you've got factories..."), and were rushed to hospital ("Oh dear, don't you have private healthcare in America?"), and then you met some crazy surgeon named Doctor Karzahn-

He's staring directly into your eyes. "You... you've met my brother?" You're taken aback. In seconds, this jovial craftsman has gone deadly serious. He checks if anyone is looking, and then the room warps and pulses, before the walls melt away and reveal a vast golden hall. "Mortal. My name is Artakha, god of crafting." Now the towering smith has transformed, a crown appearing on his head and his outfit changing into a suit of silver armour with green fabric incorporated into it. "Centuries ago, I made a deal with my brother. That we would go our separate ways, live like mortals, and use our respective divine powers for good. But I know, mortal, that you. Are. Lying." Artakha grabs you by the throat and lifts you up. "What. Is. He. Doing." You explain that he's become a no-questions-asked back-alley surgeon, that you had been shot by the police, and that you were working for Prida- "That bastard. I told him not to bring his daughter here. That her powers would make her a target. And he blames me?" He squeezes tighter. Suddenly, the door opens, and a middle-aged tourist couple enter. The room has already changed back, and you're standing on the ground, back on the other side of the counter.

"Mein gott, Orson! Such a cute little blacksmithery!" The woman says, looking around. "Yes, Helene. Wait until the fellas at the country club see this!" The man replies, picking up a wooden-handled kitchen knife. "Especially that blowhard Geoffery. Mr. 'oh look at me, I have a food processor'..." You slowly turn and leave. You've had enough exploration for one day.

As you leave, you hear a conversation coming from within Artakha's shop. "What was that for? People could have found out!" "Miss Richter, I assure you that I am in perfectly in control of my realm." "Actually, Artakha, it took you a solid five seconds to reset your workshop and drop that thug. If you're not careful, we might have to... deal with this lovely place. Do not break your cover over some centuries-old grudge." "Alright, fine. Just make sure to deal with the... what did you call them, 'thug'? Who has been eavesdropping on out little chat."

You feel a pair of large, fur-covered arms grab you by the shoulders, and within a second, you've been sent somewhere cold and unfamiliar...

Thinking about Superhero AU!Karzahni. Like you've just joined Pridak's gang, the Piranhas. Your first criminal outing has resulted in a shoot-out with the cops, where you got shot in the chest. The guy supervising you loads you into his car and drives you through the streets of Voya City, and stops in random backalley. You black out.

A few minutes later, you awake to a sharp pain in your ribs. "Ah, the mortal has returned. Good," a strange, ethereal voice says. "I understand that this is. Good?" You look down. Your chest has been sliced open, and a man with stitches all over his body, horns sprouting from his head and half of his mouth stiched shut smiles at you. "Please excuse the... what's the word? Pain?" He plunges his hand deep into your chest. He did, in fact, mean pain. But somehow, you aren't dead, no matter how much you wish you were. After a few minutes, the man pulls the bullet from your flesh. "Ahhh, you mortals haven't changed. I remember when you were still beating each-other with rocks, and you would come pleading to me to help fix the problem. It is good that this still happens." This can't be happening. You are hallucinating.

After what feels like an eternity, your boss, Pridak, bursts into the room, clutching at his shoulder. "Monsieur Karzahni, I am in need of medical attention." Your strange saviour turns towards the sharply-dressed gangster. "Mister Pridak! I haven't seen you in... ahh, what do you call them this millenium? Weeks? Shot in the, ahh, shoulder, again?" Your mind is racing. Did he just say this millenium? You try to get up, but Karzahni whips around to face you. "I would not advise doing that," Pridak says from across the room, "unless you think you can survive with your ribcage split open." You fall unconcious again.

You awaken periodically, and catch glimpses of what's going on; Karzahni chatting with Pridak about "Your kingdom, what's it called now... Franch? No, something else...", an argument that seemed to involve Pridak's daughter who moved to England and was "Drowned in the lake, as most were in her time; horrible shame, though she seemed very nice as I guided her soul beyond...".

Finally, you wake up and feel the pain gone from your chest; there aren't even any scars. Karzahni sits in a worn leather armchair, with a mug of what you hope is red wine. "Well done, mortal. You survived the operation. Some are... less lucky. Or more, depending on how you see things. You are free to go now." Pridak has gone, and when you step outside, your friend who drove you here is sleeping in his car's back seat. You check your phone to see what time it is

It's been a week since you were shot.

[vigilvntes]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart - Adrian Chase x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: i really say DrAbBlEs and then i end up writing 3k unnecessary words. also i apologise if this is the last you see of adrian on this blog i've seen the batman three times and the battinson brain rot is setting in and man . i'm so in love with him i want to wife him up

Warnings: language, references to sex. i think that's everything this is basically just fluff with a lil bit of angst.

Word count: 3.6k

Prompts: "you're so warm" + "you're crushing me right now"

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When you heard the familiar jostle of a key in the door, you knew your knight in not-so-shining-armour had returned from his nightly quests, which typically consisted of fucking criminals so hard up the ass that they forget their own mother's name. Metaphorically, of course. You weren't so sure that dead people could remember anything at all.

You didn't mean to wait up for him, truly. When you brushed your teeth and climbed into bed earlier in the evening, just an hour after he left, you had every intention of sleeping. But just like every night, sleep never took ahold of you; instead you found yourself laid flat on your stomach, cheek pressed against his pillow, worrying about Evergreen's protector, Vigilante. Or Adrian Chase, as you knew him.

You couldn't help but worry about him. Everytime he put on the suit, filled each pocket, every spare holder in his utility belt with guns and knives and whatever else he could find, dread crept over you. You knew he could take care of himself, you had seen with your own eyes how well he could look after himself, how he could hold his own in a fight with little to no problem. Everytime he came home, he was okay. Well, the bruises and scratches and cuts and stab wounds weren't okay, but he always came back alive, and that was what mattered the most. You'd happily spend eternity patching him up, cleaning his cuts and bandaging his wounds if it meant he returned to you in one piece. You had no idea what you'd do if—

No. You stopped that thought in its tracks. He was home. He was safe, and back earlier than you expected. There was no need to worry anymore. Not tonight.

The sound of metal and plastic hitting the wooden floors outside of your bedroom drowned out the voices and laugh tracks of the sitcom you had playing as quiet background noise. You could tell that he had kicked off his shoes at the door in some feeble attempt to stay quiet should you be asleep, but he was so damn heavy footed, and so unaware of just how much noise he was making, that you still heard every step he took, every creak in the floorboards. You were glad he was noisy, though, and that your walls were apparently incredibly thin. It meant you could easily decipher whether he was hurt. From what you could hear, he seemed to be walking normally, no pause in his step that indicated he was limping, or hurt in anyway. No quiet groans of pain, or sharp intakes of breath. You were used to him trying to hide his wounds from you, trying to pretend that he hadn't been stabbed or cut. You swore he would sit there and let himself bleed out without saying a word because he never wanted you to worry. You were intuitive, though, especially when it came to Adrian. You had to be. If there was something wrong, even if it wasn't visible, you often figured it out within seconds just from his facial expressions and body language.

What you weren't so glad about was the fact that he was without a doubt strewing the various pieces of his suit (and weapons) around the apartment, stripping himself off as he went along. At one point, you heard the fridge open, followed by the clanging of what you assumed to be his chest plate on your kitchen floor. You'd have to mentally prepare yourself for another evening of gathering the pieces of his suit one by one while he whined about not being able to find an elbow pad or his favourite knife.

The things you did for love.

It wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming from the hallway, stopping right outside of your bedroom door. He was humming quietly, too, some pop song he'd heard on the radio earlier in the week and just couldn't seem to shake. You closed your eyes quickly when you heard the twisting of the doorknob, feigning sleep. He pushed the door open slowly, letting in the dim light from the hallway and cursing to himself under his breath when the hinges creaked. "Need to get those fuckin' hinges changed." He mumbled quietly, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind him, quickly this time, just to test whether hinges creaking depended on speed.

The door didn't creak. "Huh. Cool."

The next two minutes or so consisted of Adrian shuffling around the room as he removed his clothes, tossing them into the corner of the room carelessly, and occasionally snickering at the show on the TV. He spent way too long blindly trying to shove the plug of his phone charger into the socket, cursing to himself everytime he missed, until eventually you heard it slot in, followed by a quiet ping coming from his phone. You cracked an eye open for just a moment, long enough to see him standing next to the bed in only his boxer shorts, phone in hand. No wounds. No visible blood on his body. No limp in his step. You could rest soundly knowing that he was safe, that he wasn't going to bleed out while you were sleeping. It was finally safe to relax for the night.

When you felt the blanket being pulled back and a dip in the bed, you assumed he would be sliding in next to you, kissing your forehead before wrapping his arms around you and dozing off until late morning, as he always did. It was only when he pulled the blankets from you completely, leaving you cold in only your pyjama shirt, that you realised he had different plans. He climbed over you, one leg on either side of you, and sat up on his knees, staring at the back of your head.

"It's so fucking cold out there, you have no idea." You couldn't tell whether he was talking to you, or to himself. Whether he knew you were awake, or whether he wanted to wake you up. All you knew was that you were cold. Goosebumps spread over your skin, and it took everything in you not to reach around and yank the blanket away from him. "I'm talking, like, freezing cold. Shit, I was wearing gloves and I still can't feel my hands."

He ran his hands down the curve of your waist and you felt yourself physically tense up at the feel of his icy fingertips brushing against your flesh through the thin material of your shirt. Adrian always seemed to be cold, whether it was his hands or his feet. Unfortunately for you, he had decided early on in the relationship that his favourite way to warm himself up was to use you. You'd be making yourself a cup of coffee in the morning and all of a sudden you'd feel a pair of hands lift up your shirt and snake up your back, palms pressed flat against your skin, soaking up your heat. Or if you found yourselves sat on opposite ends of the couch, you watching TV and Adrian sharpening his knives, you'd feel freezing toes worm their way under your shirt. You'd gasp and squirm and curse and he'd just throw his head back and laugh loudly, giving you the most insincere of apologies.

As you laid there on your stomach, you knew things weren't going to end well for you.

You braced yourself, screwing your eyes and pressing your lips into a thin line. You could take it. However, all hope was lost when you felt him lift the hem of your shirt. No. Oh no. No. No. No. No. Oh—

"No! No no no no no! Don't you fucking dare, Adrian!" You squirmed and writhed under him, gripping the headboard in a feeble attempt to get away from him. Your efforts were in vain, though, and in fact made it easier for him to slip his hands under your shirt, laughing evilly as he did so. You struggled against him, your hands on his wrists, trying desperately to pry him away from your stomach. It was too late, though. You let out a yelp when you felt his fingertips press against your warm belly. He sighed in relief, and you sighed in defeat, dropping your head back on the pillow.

He laid himself down on top of you, his stomach pressed against your back, tucking his face into your neck and humming in content. He was like a big, freezing cold, useless, way too heavy weighted blanket. "Hhmph. You're so warm, babe. Like a fuckin' heater. If we were stranded in the middle of the woods during winter, I bet your body heat alone could sustain us for like, three day straight."

"I hate you." You grumbled. Far from the truth, and he knew that. You hadn't spent all night awake, awaiting his return, because you hated him.

"Not true. You love me." You could hear the smile in his voice, and it took everything in you to hold back a grin.

"You're crushing me right now."

"Hm. Really? Because I seem to recall that we were in a similar position before I left. Not a single complaint about being crushed. Not a single complaint, actually. It was more like— Hold on." He cleared his throat and pulled away from your neck, laying his head on the pillow. "Like 'fuck yeah, Adrian. Fuck me harder. No one fucks me like you do. You fuck better than Batman and your dick's a lot bigger too.'" His voice went up an octave as he mimicked you.

"I don't sound like that." You protested weakly, reaching around and slapping the back of his head gently.

"It sounds like you. 'Oh, fuck, Adrian. I love you. I love your huge dick. It's so much better than Batman's.'"

"That does not sound like me! I don't even know Batman!"

He sighed, and you shivered when you felt his hot breath against your neck. "Okay, maybe I made that one up. But I probably do fuck you better than Batman ever could. And I know my dick is bigger."

"And how do you know that?" You questioned.

"Because Batman's a fuckin' pussy, babe. He does exactly what I do, but he doesn't even finish the job. If I beat someone half to death, I at least do the right thing, and I kill them. Batman just leaves them to die a slow death. He has no morals."

You couldn't bring yourself to question Adrian's morals anymore. Each time you did, you found yourself chasing your own metaphorical tail. It was fucked up, but you had fallen in love with him knowing exactly who he was and what he did. He had a point about Batman, though. "I guess you're right." You mumbled.

"And I know he doesn't fuck you as good as I do because I'm your boyfriend and I know your body. I made you cum like, four times earlier. Batman could never do that." A pause. "Please don't fuck Batman, though." He added quickly, his voice full of genuine concern.

"Dude, why would I fuck Batman?" That thought had never, ever crossed your mind.

"I don't know! Maybe you wanna compare who fucks you better." It was so like Adrian to become jealous and paranoid of a situation he had created in his own head.

"I'm not gonna fuck Batman. I don't want to, for starters. And I wouldn't need to compare because I know you fuck me better."

"Damn right I do." He mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah. Can I go back to sleep now?" You whined. You had been up all night, and sleep deprivation was finally beginning to hit you. Your body felt heavy (in spite of the extra weight laid on top of you) and your eyelids were droopy.

He scoffed, "Back to sleep?"

"Yeah...?"

"Babe, you were never asleep to start with."

"Yes I was."

"No, you weren't."

"How do you know?"

"You breathe different when you're asleep." He said simply. You weren't entirely shocked that that was something Adrian had noticed about you, kept in his mind for future reference. He knew more about you and your body than what made you moan his name and arch your back. He knew the face you made when you didn't like your food, the crinkle of your nose whenever you found something funny but not quite funny enough to make you laugh. And he also knew the way you breathe when you were asleep, apparently. You found it endearing, actually, that he wanted to really know you.

"Oh."

"Do you really think if I walked in here and saw my sleeping beauty all cozy and not fake sleeping that I would have used your stomach as a heating pad for my hands?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

You shrugged, "I mean, probably." You wouldn't put it past him.

"Maybe you're right. But I would've considered not doing it if you were actually sleeping." He smiled at you, but didn't smile back. "What's keeping you awake?" He asked, pushing your hair from your eyes.

He knew. You knew that he knew exactly why you were still awake, exactly why the only good night or sleep you'd had in two weeks was the night you asked him to stay home. "I'm fine. It's fine. I don't wanna get into it again."

You were both just as bad as each other when it came to worrying. You spent all night thinking of the worst possible scenarios, all the things that could be happening to Adrian while he patrolled the streets. Worrying that he'd come home bleeding out (again), or that he wouldn't come home at all. Meanwhile, he spent most of his time on patrol worrying about you, and whether you were worrying about him. You often argued that you had more reason to worry, the idea of someone you loved being stabbed or beat to a pulp seemed like more of a threat than lack of sleep. Adrian disagreed vehemently.

With a quiet sigh, he pulled his hands from your stomach and rolled off of you, laying himself down next to you on his side. He reached out and cupped your cheek, "Hey, look at me." You kept your face pressed against the pillow for a few moments longer, before begrudgingly turning on to your side, too. "See? I'm okay."

"There's blood on your face." You commented quietly, licking your thumb to rub the small patches of red from his forehead and cheek.

"Oh. Sorry. It's not my blood, by the way." He reassured you.

Besides the smudges of blood on his face, he looked to be in perfect condition. No glassy eyes, perfect breathing, no obvious stains on your blanket or bedsheets because he'd decided to come to bed without telling you that he was hurt. It was a comfort to you, but only until the next night.

"You don't have to worry—"

"Don't even say that." You shook your head, trying so hard to hold back an eye roll. He was the last person you wanted to hear that from, since he was the cause of your worries. "Don't even say that I don't have to worry, because I do. Fuck, Adrian. You go out there every night and you get yourself into some deep shit, sometimes. Hell, three months ago you were bleeding out on the kitchen floor and I—" Your voice broke just thinking about it. "I honestly thought I'd lost you. You just—... I can't sleep knowing you're out there and that you might need my help when you get home and— What if i'm not awake? What if I don't wake up in time?"

"I'll wake you—"

"Will you? Because I think you've proved time and time again that you won't. You would rather lay there and bleed out than ask for my help. Don't you think I'd rather have my sleep be disturbed than wake up to a dead fucking boyfriend in my bed?" Your voice was raising, your breathing shaky. You didn't want to yell at him. You hated the way he shrunk under your intense gaze, the way that sad little frown took over his expression.

"If it gets bad, I promise I'll wake you up." He mumbled, his thumb stroking your cheekbone gently.

That wasn't good enough, though. You couldn't trust Adrian to be the judge of what's 'bad'. His idea of a 'minor injury' was deep stab wounds, so you had no idea what he would possibly constitute as 'bad'. No, you didn't trust him one bit.

"Adrian, everytime you come home injured, it's usually pretty bad."

Adrian scoffed, "No, if you wanna talk about bad, you should see the other guys. Now that's what I'd call fucked up." He was trying to make you laugh, in his own twisted way. Maybe if you weren't so... upset, his dark humour would have made you laugh.

"I don't care about the other guys. I care about you, okay?"

"Okay." No pushback, no humorous comments. You were starting to think that you had finally gotten through to him.

"I wanna keep you alive. I want you to keep coming home to me. If you didn't—"

He cut you off before you could even finish that sentence. "Hey, hey, hey. Woah. Let's not go there. I just wanna make it clear that there's never gonna be a situation where I don't come home to you. Feel this?" He grabbed your hand and guided you to his chest, pressing your hand where his heart would be. "Not to be all cheesy, but my heart beats for you. And to keep me alive and warm, but you do all of those things too, so... Yeah."

It was such a sweet sentiment. He was always so sweet, always reminding you of how much he loved you, of how much he appreciated you. As sweet as his words were, they were still undeniably cheesy, and you couldn't help but snort out a laugh.

Adrian's eyebrow furrowed, his eyes narrowing. "What...?" He asked carefully.

You were quiet for a moment as your chest shook with silent giggles. "It's... Dude, that was really cheesy. Sweet. But cheesy."

He nodded in understanding, "Oh! Well, that's why I said 'not to be cheesy'. It cancels out the cheese."

"I'm not so sure that's how it works. You said not to be cheesy and it was still cheesy." You pointed out. You were just teasing him now, trying to wind him up.

"Uh-uh. You're wrong. I said 'not to be cheesy', that makes it automatically not cheesy. And if it was cheesy, then it would show some kind of self-awareness. And that would make it not cheesy."

"Nah. That just makes it more cheesy."

The two of you went back and forth for a minute longer, Adrian getting more and more wound up the more you called him cheesy. You felt kind of bad though, so eventually you relented. Sighing playfully you held your hands up against your chest in mock surrender, "Fine, fine. You win."

He tapped your nose, "That's what I thought."

"Hey, not to be totally cheesy..." You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair, "but my heart beats for you, too."

He stared at you blankly for a good ten seconds before he pulled his top lip up in mock disgust. "That's fuckin' gross, (Y/N)."

You scoffed in offence and propped yourself up on your elbow, preparing to make some sarcastic comeback, but before you could he tugged on your shirt, pulling you into a soft kiss. You melted into him immediately, your head fuzzy and your worries washed away already. The butterflies in your stomach reminded you that it was all worth it, because you were madly in love with him and he was in love with you and that was enough to get you through the nights.

When he pulled away, he didn't let go of your shirt, keeping your face close to his. "How about I stay in tomorrow night, huh?" He suggested.

"No. No, it's— I'll be okay. I don't wanna get in the way of your patrols."

He shook his head, "Babe, you're not getting in the way of anything. I don't want you to have another sleepless night if I can help it. And honestly, it's been pretty boring out there lately. I only beat the shit out of like, three people tonight."

You sighed, yet a smile crawled on to your lips. "Okay. And the night after?"

He paused for a moment, probably considering whether Evergreen's protector could addord to take off two nights in a row. Apparently, he could. "And the night after."

"How about the night after that?" You weren't expecting him to agree to three nights, and judging by the grimace on his features, he'd have to deny you.

He sighed, "Sorry, babe. I have plans with Peacemaker. There's a drug shipment coming in down at the docks so we're gonna go fuck 'em up. But I can—"

Your quiet giggle interrupted him, "I'm just messing with you. Tomorrow night is perfect."

"Are you sure? Because—"

"Adrian." Your voice was stern. "I'm sure. I don't need you to stay home for three nights in a row, and I know you don't want to. You get all jittery when you don't do your patrols."

"....I do?"

"Uh-huh." You let out a yawn, your body reminding you once again that you were incredibly tired. You knew you'd pass out as soon as your head hit the pillow. "M'gonna sleep now." You mumbled, laying yourself back down. You stretched your back out before opening your arms, a quiet invitation for Adrian to rest his head on your chest, nuzzling his nose against your shirt.

"I love you." He mumbled.

"Iloveyoutoo." You mumbled, probably completely incoherent as you felt yourself drift off to sleep with the knowledge that Adrian was home and safe in your arms.