#nightowl fanfic

[classyinnie]

Old Habits Die Hard | Nightowl (Blooming Panic)

Notes: Found this in my drafts from my (still in) Blooming Panic phase. Wild times

Nightowl has this habit of biting his nails when he gets overly nervous.

You often notice it on your nightly calls when he's preparing for a big exam or caught up in his midnight endeavors of all-nighters while he finishes a final project. You've tried to call him out on it every chance you got and watch fondly as Nightowl sheepishly apologizes every time, promising not to do it again—though he finds it hard to keep his word.

Besides your worry that he would gnaw his fingers off, you also hate to see his freshly painted nails chip off faster than intended.

That is why you made this one of your things to do together on your list when you finally met.

You sit on the couch, him lounging on the floor sideways, leaning on your thigh as you gingerly held his hand, applying the first coating of his signature black polish. You're not an artist but held yourself capable enough of steadily applying, making sure not to go over his cuticles.

He surprisingly follows your plea to sit still obediently, but you feel his intense stare as he lays his cheek on one of the pillows you plotted in front of him to make him rest comfortably.

You can’t help but blush as you feel the intensity of his stare. The heat of it starts from your focused eyes to your cheeks, and a little harder on your lips that you know are quivering in their attempt not to react.

On some nails, you paint a heart only. This manages to catch his attention.

“Loveyy,” he smiles at you. “It’s so cute.”

He brings it up to his face after you finish adding the final coat of black and blowing on it to dry before adding the clear nail polish next.

His smile can’t be contained as you bring the pad of his fingers to your lips, careful not to touch the wet polish, and kiss each pad, making sure to linger a little longer on each one.

Nightowl can’t help but feel his chest tighten at the tenderness you so easily give to him. Sometimes, he feels the need to pinch himself, to remind him that this is, in fact, real. You’re real. But he figures the already fast thumping of his chest and its tightness that makes it a little hard to breathe is sign enough of reality.

“There. Now every time you resort back to that habit of yours, you’ll see this heart and remember the promise you made…that you’ll try, okay?”

He has to close his eyes hard until he sees spots, to somehow ground himself, because he wasn’t used to such care.

Why would you even care? Much less this?

No one cared when he was at his breaking point.

No one cared when everything seemed to collapse on him, drowned in his own perceived stupidity, watching his dreams be effortlessly achieved by others.

Not even he cared when his careful pace began to slow, and time itself seemed to pass him by.

And yet, here you are, worrying. Worrying about these damn habits like they’ll consume him…and it hurts.

It hurts that your kindness is directed at him.

Does he deserve this?

In all the honesty he can muster, he doesn’t know yet, and he still has to find the answer himself. But he settles with an, “Okay.”

He watches you admire his hands, feel the callouses on each tip from years of drawing.

“You’re insufferable, you know that, right?”

You grin at him. “I know, which is why we’ll be matching. Sit still so you can do mine next.”

His reply comes back muffled, and you can’t help but smile at his efforts.

This is not much, and you know there are some things that will take longer to work on—carved through years of being dealt hardships with no one to handle them alongside him. But in this small thing, you wanted the message to come across: you're there to care, even on the days he can't.

[ilycove]

There's something about you that draws Nightowl in. You've only known each other for a few months, maybe half a year maximum, but he almost feels like he's known you before.

No, he knows it. Maybe in another life, with him being a prince and you being a knight, but he can tell. With every slip of the tongue- accidentally saying that he's known you forever, if forever can apply to six months.

He's staring at your icon on his screen, huffing out in annoyance when he can't bring himself to call you. You asked him to, and yet he feels nervous. Scared even.

A part of him thinks it's first date jitters. A louder part of him says that's not true because you've called one-on-one before, but you're also his best friend. Best friends don't go on dates. Right?

His stomach almost begins to hurt at that realization.

He brushes it off as him being up for so long and eating so little, of course his stomach will be a little upset. That's all it is. He bares a grin as his monitor rings. Once, twice, then he's greeted by your face. "Hellooooo cutie."

"Hi Owl," you hummed and Nightowl found himself almost melting at the sound of your voice, sleepy from the difference in timezones. "Okay, I wanted to call you because I have something so important to tell you. So serious. You're going to shit yourself."

You lean closer to your camera, and as if you were actually in front of him, he leans closer to you as well. His eyes crinkle slightly and you don't get why he's so happy just looking at your sleep tousled figure.

(It's as domestic as the two of you can get, for now.)

"So, I bought you something. Lego flowers. Roses."

"Why roses?" He laughs the slightest bit, trying and failing to keep the fondness out of his eyes. "Because they're so romantic and you're so in love with me?"

"Because they're your favorite." You roll your eyes the slightest bit, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," Nightowl whispers, his eyes having the slightest sparkle to them, sparking up your mundane and dark night. "You remembered."

"Of course I did. You're my," A beat, shuffling from the other side of the monitor, then; "Best friend."

Right.

Nightowl can't lie, the thought of just being a best friend to you is almost disappointing, but at least the feelings mutual. You're his best friend and he's yours. In more ways than one.

A part of him thinks he's always been yours.

He beams at you and you let out a soft laugh. resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. "You're acting like a dog, tail wagging and shit, all because of some Legos?"

"Trust me, if I were your dog you would be covered in slobber by now." You laugh at him and you don't- you refuse to- pay attention to how he changes your words ever so slightly, a part of you likes it.

You're his. In more ways than one.

You sigh at the thought, knowing that thinking of your best friend like that is so weird. Friends don't act like this, they aren't so possessive and constantly yearning, ruining sleep schedules just to hear his voice at the break of dawn.

Right?

[l-mint-l]

Blooming Panic: Dress to Impress Headcanons

all characters

Quest-

Ok outfits

I feel like he wouldn’t take the game that seriously 

and probably gives pretty high ratings because he doesn’t really care about winning

Either forgets to pose or only does like 3

Has to look up most of the prompts

Nightowl-

The best outfits imaginable

He doesn’t even need to try that hard to slay

Probably wants to increase his chances of winning and votes conservatively 

Does like as many poses as possible on the podium 

When he sees a good outfit he rates appropriately though

Wins top 3 almost every time

Doesn’t need to look up what any of the prompts mean, just knows what to do

NakedToaster-

Silently rages over the game a little

He goes all in on his outfits but usually don’t come out the greatest

Wants to win so he votes everyone one star

Spams random poses

Has to look up a lot of the prompts but after a while memorizes them

Xyx- 

Just messes around in the game for the whole round

Puts on anything and makes the most atrocious outfits on purpose

Does the pose 28 repeatedly each runway walk

Doesn't even look at the prompt

June-

Very good outfits

Sometimes adds things that dont really fit with the theme just because she likes the clothes 

Has like a few select poses she uses each round and clicks them at a reasonable speed

Understands most of the prompts but usually keeps a page open to reference

OnionThief-

Refuses to play

But if someone manages to convince him then very reluctantly trying to win

His outfits aren't the best and the fact nightowl beats him every round frustrates him

Doesn't pose at all

He has a list of all cycling prompts and keeps reference images of all of them on hand and organized

BigLady-

Plays just for fun and doesn't really care about winning

If they're playing in the voice channel likes hearing everyone being competitive in the game while laughing at their antics 

chooses some poses she finds funny and just uses those at a reasonable frequency 

Has pretty good outfits and usually gets in top 4 

Understands the prompts but sometimes uses references

Two2-

Gets kinda competitive but not too serious about it

Joins BigLady in observing the others antics if it’s being played in the voice channel

The two of them joke about everyone for days after they’ve played

Has decent outfits but the outfits do get a little chaotic looking sometimes

Spams random poses

Has to look up a lot of the prompts

salociN-

Oh boy

First 3 rounds didn’t understand how to put on items and had trouble walking around in game

Once he gets used to the mechanics a little(with the help of quest and biglady)

His outfits are not the best but he doesn’t really care

Doesn’t pose because he can’t really figure it out still

Votes everyone 5 stars because he thinks everyone's outfits deserve a high vote

Doesn’t understand the prompts

Has one of his children next to him explaining what the prompts are or if he’s in the servers voice channel June or Nightowl explain it to him

Societyboy-

Gets toxic about it

The most atrocious outfits imaginable even though he’s trying

Doesn’t pose cause he’s too busy arguing with people in chat that his outfit is actually good

Has to look up a lot of the prompts

Smashes keyboard when he gets last place(it’s inevitable)

[cyberpaw-mp3]

Alpha XYX x Reader

THIS IS A JOKE I SWEAR

Y/N turned on their laptop and webcam opening the server. They couldn't believe they were going to do this, but then again the idea of everyone's reactions sounded pretty funny. It had been Xyx's idea, he came up with it after learning about "TikTok alphas". He thought it'd be a funny way to troll everyone, he just needed a partner.

{Y/N is online seeing the Quest, Owl, and Toaster talking normally while June and Salocin are online but not active} Quest: ah hello, good morning Y/N! Y/N: Good morning everyone, how are you? Nightowl: I could be better, feeling a bit sick. NakedToaster: You know what could make you feel less sick? Nightowl: … Nightowl: what will make me feel less sick? NakedToaster: ffxiv NakedToaster: oh, and soup, plus some rest. Nightowl: since you actually gave real advice I will let that slide Y/N: aww how sweet, but I hope you get better soon Nightowl {quest reacted with an arrow emoji to y/n's message before going offline} {XYX is online} XYX: Hello my kittens Nightowl: what a way to say hi Y/N: Hello xyx NakedToaster: man wtf XYX: what? XYX: what's wrong kitten number 2392 NakedToaster: 2392!?! man you nned help Y/N: need* also what number am I? XYX: Number 1 Nightowl: what the hay June: hello? XYX: Hello kitten number 8 NakedToaster: number 8 NakedToaster: she's number 8, while I'm, number 2392? XYX: yes kitten number 2392 Nightowl: They're going mental because of you Y/N: that's not very sigma or alpha of you June: so not sigma more alpha for real XYX: GGRRRR WHAT DID YOU SAY XYX: you don't what to make daddy angry Nightowl {sob emoji} DADDY? HELLO??? June: HELLO? WHAT IS HAPPENING NakedToaster: what XYX: you've angered the alpha Y/N: uh oh, we're so sorry alpha NakedToaster: don't play into this Y/N: But he's the alpha and I'm his number one kitten Nightowl: this feels fruity June: xyx is fruity

This is unfinished for now but hope you like it!

[covehearted]

Blooming Panic brainrot has given me an idea that won’t leave my head so I have to get it out

MC who is a single parent. After joining the server, you keep that part of your life private for the longest time.

You’re just so exhausted from people making assumptions about you and the invasive questions. You know having a child in your twenties while working such a time-consuming job isn’t the best. But that is no one else’s business; you love your child dearly.

Even if the other parent is a pos.

But when you start getting closer to your chosen love interest you can't put it off anymore. You're aware that not everyone wants to be with someone who already has a kid, you understand. Some people want to enjoy their youth and don't have a child in their plans now or ever. They don't want someone with "baggage."

So you ask for a voice call, readying yourself for the judgment. For the interest that your love interest was expressing to fizzle out as it had with every other date you've had since you left him.

But it doesn't come. You tell them that you have a child, that you understand if it's a dealbreaker but it would be better if it happens now instead of later. But they just smile, telling you that it's okay. That having your child isn't anything to be ashamed of and certainly not something that's going to drive them away. If anything, they admire you for doing so much for your child. Suddenly the number of hours that you work make sense. Your anxiety about changing jobs makes sense.

You have someone who you love, who relies on you. You can't take risks with them. You won't. 

For Quest, in particular, he has to ask if the other parent is... him. When you tell him that yes, the same person that doxxed him was unfortunately the other parent he sucks in a breath between his teeth. He offers his condolences that someone who you try so hard to distance yourself from is so connected to the one who you love the most. You joke that at least now your child will have a better father figure in their life.

Quest tries not to show just how that makes his brain short-circuit and how warm his chest feels.

Nightowl has a moment of pause, but just a moment. He's 25, he's just finishing college, and he has some personality hangups but... he can work on those. He has a job pretty much lined up. He can step up if you'd let him. He wants to. Suddenly the more responsible side of himself kicks in. All he wants is to love you and he can absolutely love your child just as much. He comes across as more of a cool older brother or cousin at first but soon he really hit his stride.

Something about being a dad just brings out the best in him.

Everything clicks into place for Toasty. Your escapism and late hours make a whole lot of sense. They don't know how they didn't guess it in the first place but it honestly... makes him want you to get a better job even more? You wake up so early to go to work, then you go right home to be there for your child so you can be a parent to them and then your one break is the server and Bloomic... You deserve to have a job that gives you more time for your family. He wonders if he could convince you to move in with him?

Maybe you could actually be their secretary. They wouldn't mind having you closer... they feel their cheeks getting hotter just thinking about it.

Xyx takes it in stride. Honestly, he might have noticed it earlier than you would expect. Something about your schedule, about how you knew just the right things to say to help him when he's feeling down. Like you know. Like comforting someone vulnerable is something you've done plenty of times. He knows for sure he's not... the perfect role model. He can be reckless with habits that just barely toe the line of being self-destructive.

But he also has a stable, incredibly well-paying job. He would be happy to give some off-record advice on how to cut off parental rights to make sure that he-who-shall-not-be-named won't bother you or your child again. He jokes that he got a great deal, he got the love of his life AND a child in one go.

He's a pretty lucky guy, ain't he?

[moonsplit]

Please if anyone wants to request Our Life, Error 143, Blooming Panic, or Project Blue headcanons I would adore you forever 🙏

[a-rat-who-writes]

MHA BS

OHHHHH hot MAMA. I go in and out of being on here often, but I am still so blessed to see my work receive support! I am considering doing more anime stuff, so it's another poll time!

I finished season 6 of MHA and Opening 11 has me on my knees bawling

[salsedinepicta]

Fan Work Friday Saturday

Rules: If you’re tagged, MAKE A NEW POST and showcase one fanartist or fanfic you recommend (with links), and tag someone to give their recs next! Don’t forget to reblog the rec you were tagged in!

Alright, technically I was mentioned and not tagged - but still. Details. It’s like a tag.

(It was SO hard to pick only two names, considering how many talented people I've saw in the fandom. I'll probably auto-tag myself in the future just to be fair. And regarding the fanfics, I always recommend the interested readers to check the tags first -thanks!)

Artist: @pyritefes2

Gorgeous use of watercolour-like textures! I love the inky lineart and how expressive the characters are -especially their eyes, which is not an easy task. It’s very suble but also very effective. Pyritefes is also one of my favourite artists when it comes to depicting Anders (his eye bags? 10/10, great character design), but I linked an illustration with Justice because he* is such an underrated character – plus I love the contrast between the armour and the delicate green background.

*they? Is gender a thing in the Fade?

Writer: @greypetrel

Fun fact! Beside being both an amazing person and artist, Arja is also a great writer.

I am always in awe at her attention for details and dedication to reseach. This is why I picked Floriography - great characters introspection, original approach to relationships, and excellent symbolism. The fact that the narrative is basically led by said botanical symbolism is pure genius, if you ask me. Plus I love how creative she is - her AUs are proof of this (see: She of Many Names and Not Any Duller). Aaand the shorter stories and prompts are not less adorable and well-though, trust me.

As usual, if the random reader want to do this too they can consider themselves tagged <3

[ayufufu]

✉ Blooming Panic

"It's blooming panic. You've got me checking my vibe."

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Nightowl

None yet!

Quest

None yet!

NakedToaster

1 fic in the works!

xyx

2 fic in the works!

Onionthief

Rival!MC experiences burnout

[gifti3]

haha so relatable goodnight 🛌🏾

[imjustreallytired08]

Dune.

Imagine watching both Dune 1 and 2 until two in the morning and now you just want to see what happens next. CAUSE WHY THE HELL DID THIS FILM GET SO GOOOD?!

[aggravateddurian]

I don't think I've ever explained who Nightowl is...

A mockup of Nightowl's holo avatar I made last year... I need an artist to do this professionally.

OC LORE POST

Nightowl is a fixer I created in my Cyberpunk RED campaign I GM for.

CW: A character is permanently disabled under terrible circumstances. Please read on only if you can handle that.

Nightowl is distinguished by his gaunt features (imagine Peter Cushing), his closely cropped hair (he has a mohawk) and his glowing gold eyes. In addition to my players' crew, Nightowl has his own 'dream team' of trusted edgerunners who handle his toughest gigs. He is known to be good to his mercs, giving trusted mercs who are longtime contractors for him bed and board free of charge.

By 2053 (when my first Cyberpunk RED campaign was set), Nightowl was about 50 years old, but looked like a 60-year-old. His life story is incredibly difficult to accurately recount, but he did, at one point, work for Night Corp. His engagement with Night Corp ended after he learned some dark secrets based around his covert operations in NC, and realised he could not work for such a company.

As punishment, Night Corp hired a Militech kill-team led by another one of my Cyberpunk RED OCs (Teacher, who was literally a high school teacher who became Adam Smasher-lite) to kill Nightowl, but they missed him by about five minutes and got his wife and three children instead. Only the oldest, Rebecca, lived, but was horrifically wounded and permanently disabled, forcing her interment in a borg biopod. She became Nightowl's first netrunner, and without access to a frame like Adam Smasher has, Rebecca basically lives in a basement at Nightowl's hideout, living off pureed kibble and interacting with others via holo call and text chat.

As a consequence, Nightowl hates Night Corp and has occasionally taken jobs for Arasaka to damage Night Corp's operations in Night City. Even though he sometimes works for one of the worst corps in NC, Nightowl has taken on a role as 'champion of the working class,' often taking out unionbusters, and sending crews to pull security for protests and strikes. Nightowl despises Scavs with a burning hatred, and often hunts down Scav dens, and sends every merc he works with on at least one Scav hunt. Basically, he tests new mercs by putting them up against the most cutthroat and amoral groups in Night City. They either sink or swim - hell of a test.

Nightowl will appear in Brother's Shadow, and receive a Cyberpunk 2077 NPV after the expansion comes out and all the mods update.

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

i love you nightowl

hm~ well they must be pretty good~ I mean my little fanfictions are how I got you all those years ago :3c my dear, very first beta reader... Speaking of which you left your socks at my house i have a BAG of naruto socks that belong to you and several gift items so either prepare for a package or more likely, me trying and failing to mail it till the next time you come to visit- <3

@nightowl343

[v3x-y0urs3lf]

Blooming Panic if MC was the author.

Unfortunately I haven’t written fanfic in over 2 or 3 years so you’re all getting headcanons.. even then I’m high as shit and barely know what I’m talking about. Expect this to be halfassed.

Okay, this mainly follows Toaster’s storyline just.. without romance to be more accepting to everyone’s tastes.

I know canonically the servers been around for like 2/3 years and MC (who I’m just going to continue to call MC for the hell of it.) only has just joined.. but what if they were also BloomBot?

Like, assuming MC doesn’t ACTUALLY work in finance and assuming that they’re actually good enough at coding to make the server possible.. it’s not too bad of an idea.

Hear me out. BloomBot secretly being a person this entire time, watching their chat history, listening in on calls but being unable to actually say anything? Probably gets lonely.

.. So MC makes their own account and joins in, pretending to have no idea who any of them are.

Or another idea - BloomBot just belongs to them and is just your average bot, Mc joins because they themselves have lost all motivation for the series and doesn’t know what to do with it.

I also really like that idea.

Imagine just MC writing and rewriting the final chapter over and over again, or better yet, imagine MC NOT writing the final chapter. Just staring at a blank document with 0 ideas. Likely in tons of stress and no motivation to continue writing but knowing they have thousands of fans waiting for the next chapter.

MC joins a ton of fan servers to try and get some inspiration from ideas but only one really clicks with them - the super secret discord server that we all know of.

There’s moments of guilt within them when Jules or Nightowl are worried or upset with no sign of the final chapter but the chapter continues to be prolonged.

I promised there’d be no particular romance forced into this despite it being Toast’s route but here’s a slight snippet of what I think would happen depending on characters.

Toast.. isn’t much to say really. It’s similar to his natural route where he tries to find who’s behind this, maybe some deep coding down and he might get an email from BloomBots code (Can you tell I know nothing about coding? lol.) I’m not saying he’d know that MC is the author, I just wouldn’t be surprised if he started offhandedly mentioning that sometimes a long break from work is needed and VERY MUCH okay to do so when MC is in call with him.

Nightowl is stressed with both his own school problems and NOW he doesn’t have a way to escape the dread of exams and finals. In a way.. He can relate to that reason the anonymous update was explained with. It might just be me but the way the update described it, it’s pretty obvious the ‘author’ was under stress. He can relate to that stress and probably rants to the MC about it in a late night call.. Knowing someone can relate with you and that you aren’t alone does wonders to someone’s mental health, especially since Nightowl is still pushing through his stress and still moving forward.

Quest.. I completely forgot his character but I think he’s a bit too busy to think about the problem deeply. Sure, The last chapter probably won’t be uploaded but.. it’s not the end of the world? He has work and being the server mod.. the biggest problem he has is making sure everyone else is calm and okay. If MC ends up confessing that they themselves are pretty stressed for whatever reason then he totally gives some great advice, tells MC to take life slow and to take breaks if they need to.. which actually kind of helps knowing you can take your time and go at your own pace.

Xyx is actually bummed out about the whole thing. If blooming panic ends then.. does that mean the community ends? People like having a community to go to and ESPECIALLY when someone is so adrenaline hungry like Xyx then things can be.. hard during times like this when it’s suddenly ending. Xyx isn’t one to vent about it but if he sees MC down about it then he’ll definitely find a way to make them spill (as in vent.) One way or another he’ll convince MC to take a break and he tries to cheer them up.

I understand a lot of this was probably mischaracterised and I apologise for that. I do really want to hit it off as a writer but I’m honestly not really good? Lol. I really am trying, I promise. Thank you for your patience.

[pr3ttym3l]

caretaking at dusk (quest X nightowl fanfic)

The door to their shared apartment creaked open, letting in a gust of cold air as Quest stepped inside. He kicked off his snow-dusted boots, brushing flakes off his coat before hanging it neatly by the door. A long exhale escaped him—work had been relentless today, and all he wanted was to be greeted by his boyfriend’s usual antics.

“Nightowl, I’m home!” he called out, his voice echoing through the apartment.

Usually, Nightowl would practically launch himself into Quest’s arms or dramatically drape himself across the couch to demand attention. But tonight, there was only silence.

Quest paused, his brows furrowing. “Nightowl?”

A faint, muffled groan answered from the living room. Concern instantly pricked at Quest’s chest. He dropped his bag by the door and hurried toward the sound, rounding the corner to find Nightowl curled up on the couch.

The sight made Quest’s heart ache. Nightowl was wrapped in an oversized blanket—one that almost swallowed his lithe frame—his blonde-now faded-hair sticking out in every direction, and his usually bright, teasing eyes were dulled with exhaustion. The coffee table was littered with tissues, an untouched bottle of water, and an empty mug.

“Oh, angel…” Quest’s voice softened, and he knelt beside the couch.

Nightowl stirred at the sound, blinking blearily at Quest. A weak smile tugged at his lips, though his voice came out raspy. “Hey, cutie,” he murmured, still managing to inject a little bit of his usual charm despite the obvious discomfort. “Guess you caught me… looking like death.”

Quest shook his head, his lips quirking up in a fond smile. “You look far from death. Just like a feverish angel who needs a little TLC.” He reached out to gently brush the back of his hand against Nightowl’s forehead. His expression grew more serious. “You’re burning up.”

Nightowl groaned, sinking further into the couch. “Yeah, well, told you I’m hot,” he said, his attempt at a joke landing somewhere between endearing and pitiful.

Quest chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Still a flirt, even when you’re half-dead.” He adjusted the blanket around Nightowl, tucking it securely under his chin. “How long have you been like this? Did you eat? Drink water? Take anything for the fever?”

Nightowl shook his head, pouting slightly. “Didn’t have the energy. Just… missed you too much to even think about it.”

Quest’s heart melted, but he didn’t let it distract him from what needed to be done. “You’re lucky I adore you,” he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Nightowl’s forehead. “Stay put. I’ll take care of everything.”

As Quest disappeared into the kitchen, Nightowl let out a soft sigh, his tired eyes following the familiar movements of his boyfriend. Even feeling as miserable as he did, he couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have someone like Quest.

Quest returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of herbal tea and a bowl of soup. He set the tray down carefully, pulling a small stool closer so he could sit beside the couch. “Here,” he said, offering the mug first. “This will help your throat.”

Nightowl groaned dramatically but accepted the tea, his hands brushing against Quest’s as he took the cup. “You’re spoiling me, cutie.”

“You deserve it,” Quest said without hesitation, brushing a strand of hair out of Nightowl’s face.

Nightowl took a slow sip of the tea, the warmth soothing his scratchy throat. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbled, his voice still hoarse but filled with genuine affection.

Quest grinned, leaning in to kiss Nightowl’s temple. “And you’re my angel. I don’t mind spoiling you when you need it.”

As Nightowl nibbled at the soup and drank more tea, the color slowly started returning to his cheeks. Quest stayed close, occasionally stealing the spoon to feed him a bite when he started to slow down. Nightowl didn’t protest—in fact, he leaned into the attention, his head resting against Quest’s shoulder when he was too tired to hold himself up anymore.

“You’re so sappy,” Nightowl murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep.

“And you love it,” Quest teased, brushing his lips against Nightowl’s hair.

“Mm… guilty,” Nightowl whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. His voice was soft now, barely audible. “Love you, cutie.”

Quest smiled, his heart swelling at the quiet confession. “Love you too, angel,” he said, his voice just as soft.

As Nightowl drifted off, Quest adjusted the blanket one last time and settled in beside him, content to stay by his side all night if that’s what it took. After all, taking care of his angel was the easiest thing in the world when he loved him this much.

[trivialcrow]

Last Sentence Tag Game

Thank you @mid-nightowl for tagging me! (You tagged me like a century ago, and I appreciate it. I am just THE Worst, sometimes.) Plus, I've finally actually written something, so I now have a line I can actually share.

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

Jason tugged on Dick’s hair in retaliation, and Dick bit down on the juncture between Jason’s neck and shoulder hard enough to make Jason jump.

Tagging anyone who is interested, because I do not have brain power and that's too many words to find people.