#except for the fact that the only pre-battle enforcer of knowledge i can find sounds like i twas recorded on someones phone

[microwave-core]

What do you think about a reader who likes to eat late at night? They will sometimes escape their bed and their partner's arms to cook themselves a secret late-night meal. Any pokemon character you like

I've decided to go with Diantha for this because idk I want to write something for Diantha I miss my movie star wife.

It all starts when you and Diantha take the next big step in your relationship by moving in with each other. Due to how busy she is, it's very unlikely that she'd ever stay over at your place for the night or vice versa, so she wasn't very privy to your late night snacking.

She wakes up in the middle of the night, still half-asleep, when she realizes that you are no longer in her arms. Naturally, her sleep addled mind assumes you just shifted away during the night, only to find the bed cold and empty when patting around. She doesn't have to sit there for long to figure out where you had gone, as the loud, metalic clatter of pots being shifted around in the cabinet echoes from your shared kitchen.

Enter that one scene from the Rugrats where one of the dad's is making mac and cheese or something in the dead of night and his wife comes in like why are you making mac and cheese in the dead of night? and he's like I've lost control of my life. You know the one, right? Right.

Now, knowing that your beloved girlfriend was peacefully asleep a few rooms over, you tried to get a pot out of the cabinent as quietly as possible in order to conjure up your late night snack, but such is a useless endevor. If the crash of pots and pans didn't make you cringe, turning around to see Diantha standing in the doorway did.

It's a little awkward. She's still shaking off the remnants of sleep, leaving her a bit lost for words. She just shakes her head, already accepting that this is likely another one of your weird quirks that she'll get used to. And since she's already up, she plops herself on a barstool (bc she's got money and a fancy little kitchen bar) and joins you for your mandatory late night snack.

Ok. Scenario over, you get the deal. At first, she's honestly a bit worried. Were you not eating enough? Was there something wrong with her cooking or the takeout you've been getting? Did you have some dietary restriction she just didn't know about? You reassure her that, no, everything's fine. That you are simply a conissuer on all things midnight snack.

With her worries settled, she doesn't mind your habits. Mostly. Waking up to a cold bed in the middle of the night is never pleasent, even when she gets used to it and knows that you're just in the kitchen. She wants to hold you all snug and tight in her arms after a hard day of work, damn it.

If she's not too tired, she'll slip into her slippers and wade into the kitchen, finding you russeling through drawers and cabinets. Whether you're just slapping together a sandwich or working towards the tastiest ramen, she'll join in and keep you company. Won't talk much, too tired to likely, just enjoying your company.

If the exhastion hits too hard, she'll simply wait for you to come back, dozing in and out of conciousness untill the mattress dips beside her. Honestly, she might be a bit pouty, somewhat upset that you left her so cold and alone, but immedately caves once you shimmy closer, enveloping you in the warmest and sweetest of snuggles. Diantha isn't the pouty kind imo, but she absolutely can be when she's tired and has been denied cuddling privledges.

In terms of physicality, Diantha isn't the strongest out there. She doesn't have a death grip that requires olympic level flexablitiy and stealth to escape or anything like that. But she is a light sleeper, and can easily be awoken by your attempts to leave. If she wakes up while you try to escape to the kitchen, she will try to pull you closer, not wanting her warm darling to leave her arms just yet. She does let go eventually, she knows youre just hungry.

When I made my headcanons about the champions cooking abilities, I spoke my truth about Diantha being a great chef, but being too busy to cook often, and I stand by that. She does like to cook for you when possible, it makes her heart flood with warmth when she sees your face light up upon tasting the meal she made just for you. And when she does make time to cook, she makes enough to have leftovers, storing them where she knows you'll find them when you inevetably wake in the night for a fresh meal.

In general, Diantha doesn't mind you eating late in the night, just being a little bothered when you aren't in bed because it gets cold without you. As long as you're still taking care of yourself, she'll be as supportive as possible of your weird eating habits.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: Shooting Star (Ao3 link) - Chapter 3: Doomworld

Fandom: Flash, Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart

For Coldwave Week: Doomworld - @coldwaveevents

Summary: “So, Mr. Rory,” Sara Lance, leader of the Legends, asks, leaning across the desk. “Tell me. Why do you want to join the Legends and be a hero?”

Mick really hopes he doesn’t screw up this interview - it could be his last chance of becoming a real superhero.

(You see, he has this little complication involving this one supervillain…)

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"So," Ray says. "Uh. What now?"

Everyone turns to look at Mick.

"I have no idea," he says crossly. "Leave me alone."

"You usually have the most insight into what Len's up to," Zari points out.

"I'm also still a hero," Mick says, more than a little testily. "So no. I have no idea what he's up to. Or what he was thinking. Or how every single hero group on the planet still managed to absolutely fail at stopping the Legion of Doom from getting their hands on the Spear of Destiny and re-writing reality into a dystopic Doomworld where they're in charge of everything. And absolutely none of that lack of knowledge is going to keep me from strangling him about it when I find him!"

"Probably why he hasn't shown his face since the change," Sara says wisely. "Waiting for you to cool down."

"It's not exactly like him, though," Amaya demurs. "Len's usually a really down-to-earth sort of villain, flair for the dramatic aside. This is really out of character."

"I know it's not like him," Mick says through gritted teeth. "That's why I'm gonna strangle him."

"Domestic violence is wrong, Mick," Sara says.

"In this instance?!"

"Hmm. Point. I will totally let you get in a few punches as long as I get one too," she offers.

Mick grumbles but agrees. Len doesn't actually take being beaten up by heroes when he deserves it personally, after all. "I really don't know what he's thinking this time," he adds gloomily. "He hates world-conquering plans, he thinks all-powerful magical trinkets are cheat codes for losers, and he's normally the first guy to tip off the good guys that something like this is going down."

"Maybe he didn't know about it?" Ray suggests.

Mick snorts. "His membership in the Henchmen and Minion League hasn't been revoked, as far as I'm aware. No way anyone got this far without him knowing."

"Then why..?"

"I don't know! He won't answer any of the usual numbers, and it's been over twelve hours of Alternate World and he hasn't so much as shown his face yet!"

Zari nudges Mick's shoulder gently with her own. "Hey," she says, immediately getting the real problem he's been having, which is not exactly the same problem everyone else has been having. "Don't worry about him, okay?"

"I'm not worried," Mick grumbles.

That's a lie.

He's worried.

Normally, anytime any big battle goes down that the Legends are even remotely involved in, Len can be guaranteed to show up within six hours, usually less, to check on his favorite team.

"He's fine," Zari insists. "He's Leonard Snart, Mick. One of the five co-rulers of Doomworld. He literally helped create this world."

"Yeah, sure. All the more reasons for one of his co-rulers to want to knock him off so they can be the only ones in charge..."

"Go back to being angry," Amaya suggests. "We haven't seen any indication that anything has happened to him, and you know the other villains wouldn't be able to keep from boasting about it if they did do something."

"Hm. Point.

"That means he's fine. And that, in turn, means that he'll have to show his face sometime."

"Does he?" Mick asks glumly. "He owns a fifth of the world now; I'm sure that'll keep him busy."

"Too busy for you, Mick?" Sara says skeptically. "Not really likely."

"More like 'never'," Ray agrees.

Mick shrugs. He admits it's unlikely, given Len's track record, but then again, so is Doomworld itself.

He doesn't like it when Len goes out of character.

Certainly not without some justification like mind-control or new-villain pheromones, and there's been no indication of anything like that.

"Personally, I'm just really happy we're immune to all the Doomworld changes," Nate says.

"Nate," Amaya says gently. "We're not immune."

"Wait. We're not?"

"Nope," Zari says. "Len just let us keep our memories of the original timeline. Possibly without telling any of his co-rulers about it."

"He did? Huh. One point in the 'he has a secret plan' column."

Ray obediently adds a point to the chart they have going on the whiteboard Gideon created for them when they first realized that the Waverider was grounded until repairs could be made. The time drive is totally dead, without any hope of recovery, so at this point they just want to have the air support. Not to mention wanting to avoid notice from the other people in Doomworld any more than they already have...

The other columns in the chart (titled "Why Would Leonard Snart Do?") are "he's gone crazy", "he was tricked into it", and "he's going to literally give the world to Mick on a platter because he couldn't think of a good enough gift to pay him back for that Diana thing".

(Mick objected strenuously to the inclusion of that last one, but got overruled.)

"Wait, if we're not immune," Nate says, "what are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what do we do? Is there an evil Wikipedia saying what our jobs are in this universe?"

"Good question," Sara says. "Zari, could you -"

"Already checked," Zari says. "We're officially part of the Enforcers of the New Regime, actually."

"We are?!"

"Officially. Unofficially, we're Len's pet superhero team."

"That doesn't actually seem all that different from how it normally is," Ray says thoughtfully. "In our regular universe, I mean. Without the whole 'Enforcer' bit, but still."

"It's - actually not, sad to say, except for the part where we're all part of the ruling class of a dystopia and have absolute control over about 99% of the population, which has to fulfill our every request."

Silence for a few long minutes.

"Which we will not be exploiting," Sara says, sounding very tempted. "Because we're heroes and that would be bad."

"So much free coffee," Ray says, his eyes dreamy. "So much."

"...not what I was thinking, but you know what, sure, we can demand free coffee."

"Sara!"

"We have to exploit the system somehow or they might get suspicious of us," Sara sniffs.

"They'll be suspicious anyway," Amaya mutters.

"Hey, if we're Enforcers, why don't we get the sexy leather get-ups the rest of them have?" Nate wants to know.

"Because unlike the rest of them, we haven't been brainwashed," Sara points out. "Which I for one approve of."

"We should still get cool outfits."

"I'll have Gideon make you a leather outfit, okay? We'll probably need it to infiltrate somewhere eventually anyway."

"Good," Nate says, pleased. "I volunteer for that mission."

"Of course you do."

"Wait," Ray says, "are all of the other superhero teams incapacitated?"

"Uh, yeah, as far as I can tell," Zari says. "The only ones still at large are deliberately weakened so that they can be hunted down at the leisure of their respective villains. Why?"

"So what you're telling me is that the Legends are the only hero team left available to fight a world-destroying event? Like, this is our big chance," Ray says, rocking up and down in excitement. "This is our save-the-day, enter-the-big-hero-leagues moment!"

"Huh, yeah," Sara says, already looking vaguely haunted by the responsibility. "Hadn't thought of it that way, but I guess you're right."

"That bastard!" Mick suddenly roars.

They all look at him.

Mick, scowling, grabs the pen from Ray and puts a check in the "world to Mick on a platter" column.

Then he crosses out the word "world" and adds in "opportunity to be a real hero" instead.

Silence for a few long moments.

"You have got to be kidding me," Sara says flatly.

"It is the one thing he's always wanted to be able to give Mick," Amaya muses.

"I'm going to find him," Mick says. "And when I find him..."

"Never mind that," Ray says. "Let's go save the world!"

When reality is returned to normal, Len is given a very long talk about not using reality-altering devices to create what is essentially an Escape Room-style puzzle for the pleasure and glory of his significant other and his friends (from Mick and the other Legends), not playing with his fellow villains' dreams of world-conquering like that (from Lex), and about the fact that this whole gift-escalating thing really needs to stop (Sara called Diana in for that one).

Len responds by proposing marriage to Mick, being as that's the only way he can think of to permanently one-up him.

(He claims that once they're a single unit and Mick is permanently locked down, Mick's amazing gift-giving ability won't make him so frantic to pay him back.)

Mick says yes, but claims loudly that he's only doing it in order to write a pre-emptive restriction of crazy plans clause into their marriage vows.

(No one believes him.)

Their marriage is the biggest social event of the year for heroes and villains both. It goes remarkably well, or at least it does after they all end up teaming up to take down the locust-aliens horde from Earth-ABC.

After all, if there's one thing heroes and villains can agree on, it's that it's one thing to crash a wedding and a totally different thing to try to eat all the food.

Len swears he didn't set it up deliberately so that everyone would have a nice, entertaining fight to get out their hostility before the reception, the food for which was stashed in a totally different place.

Mick, having seen the early drafts of the program for the wedding, doesn't even pretend to believe him.

(Neither does anyone else.)