#sharing a room

[pepperonyfic]

Heyy do you know any fics that have the 'only one bed' trope??

You can find some of those fics under sharing a bed. Hope this helps.

[atths--twice]

Chapter Fifteen

They Look Like They Could Be A Couple

Sharing the space in the morning after being forced to bunk up for the night.

Y'all... this chapter is coming in just under the wire once again. My plans for the day took a huge turn and I cannot believe I was able to get this done. I honestly think there may still be smoke coming off my phone. 😂

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. 💓

Scully stretched and hummed as she turned over, holding onto the pillow beneath her head. Hearing the shower running, she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Oh. Right.

She heard something fall, followed by Mulder saying shit. She smiled as she moved her legs beneath the sheets and closed her eyes again, knowing she had a moment before she would need to actually get up.

She now remembered waking in the night, the feeling of a heavy weight around her waist. A sense of panic had filled her until she realized it was Mulder’s arm and she relaxed, as he breathed softly behind her.

Used to sleeping alone, anytime they were forced to share a room, there was always a moment of awkwardness when they would wake up touching or especially when he was pressed against her, his lower half making its presence known. He would mumble an apology and move away from her, even as she stated that it was a normal human reaction and to not worry about it, though his sigh told her he definitely was.

Sometimes when she would wake up, with him still asleep beside her or already up and readying for the day, she let her mind wander. She imagined how it would be if they lived together and she heard him singing in her shower or making coffee in her kitchen.

She thought of watching television with him, lying on the couch with his fingers in her hair, yelling at the Knicks game or reciting some movie he had seen dozens of times.

Then after… going to bed together to sleep or more often than not, to not sleep.

Those thoughts though, they were best left for when they were no longer sharing a bed, as they could lead to trouble.

Images of him loving her gently, adoringly, and more often than she would admit, with a firmer hand, made her flush and her stomach quiver. When she thought of the way he would look at her, his gaze penetrating and solely focused, her breath would catch and she needed to put physical space between them.

The shower shut off and she opened her eyes, swallowing and then licking her lips. Metal rings slid across the metal shower rod once, then twice, and Mulder sang quietly as she heard him moving around the bathroom.

“God,” she breathed, shaking her head to push away lingering thoughts. She sat up and stretched, needing to be up before he came out.

Standing to her feet, she tugged at his sweatshirt and attempted to smooth down her hair which she knew would most likely be quite a mess.

The bathroom door opened and he came out with a towel around his hips, the air behind him thick with steam.

“Since you’ve gone, I’ve been lost without a trace,” he sang, catching her eye with a grin. “I dream at night, I can only see your face. I look around but it’s you I can’t replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. I keep crying, “Baby, Baby, pleeeeease!” Yeah!” He raised his fist in the air and nodded aggressively.

“It’s a bit early for songs of that nature, don’t you think?” she asked and he grinned again, walking towards her.

“That part in particular was dedicated to you. Cold, longing for an embrace,” he said. “Dreaming at night and only seeing my face.” He clucked his tongue and her eyebrows shot up.

“Dreaming about you?”

“You said my name in your sleep,” he stated. “I hope you were dreaming about me. And… I really hope it was a good dream.” He pumped his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“Probably more likely that I was dreaming you wouldn’t hog the bathroom,” she said flatly. “Which you’ve clearly done this morning.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head with an obnoxious grin. “First of all, you were still sleeping when I got up. And second, it wasn’t that. I’m sure of it.” She stared at him and shook her head.

“Fine. Whatever,” she said, looking toward the bathroom. “Can I get in there?”

“Mi baño es su baño,” he said and she scoffed as she walked past him.

It was hot in the bathroom, the mirror half covered in steam as she washed her hands and stared at her reflection. Wiping the mirror with a spare washcloth, she brushed her teeth and washed her face, drying it on a towel and hanging it back up.

Brushing her hair, she saw it was not as mismanaged as she previously thought. A little water brushed through it and the hair dryer set to high speed, it was easily fixed.

“Knock, knock,” Mulder said, rapping his knuckles against the door. She opened it and he stood before her in slacks and a white undershirt. Looking down, she saw he was wearing boots, not his dress shoes.

“Boots?” she asked as she started to take out her makeup.

“I want to go to the widows rock today.”

“I’m sure it won’t be muddy or slick. Nope, not one bit,” she said, looking at him in the mirror.

“If you slip, I’ll catch you,” he said, winking as he reached for his deodorant.

“You’ll be the one to slip,” she said under her breath as she opened her face lotion and began to apply it. He grinned and she smiled back with a roll of her eyes.

They moved nearly in sync, reaching for things, moving out of the way, talking above the hair dryer when he used it on his own hair.

He glanced down at the counter when he had finished getting ready and then touched the bottles she had sitting out, picking them up and examining them, then looking into her makeup bag.

“Huh,” he said, setting the items down and meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“Huh, what?” she asked.

“I notice that none of those bottles contain green face goo.”

“You mean my face mask?”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod and half a smile.

“Because I didn’t bring it with me.”

“Just when we had to play happy husband and wife? Perpetuating the stereotype of the housewife in a mask, rollers, and a nightgown?”

“I don’t use rollers,” she said in mock disgust, shaking her head slowly. “How dare you insinuate such a thing.”

“But the green face mask is fine,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, yeah, as I do use that often,” she said, leaning closer to the mirror to apply some mascara.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen you wear it.”

“I don’t usually wear it when you’re around. Or if you are, I don’t call you over to see and discuss it. What would be the point of that?” She recapped her mascara and turned her head to look at him.

“But why do you use it?”

“A face mask?” she asked with a smile.

“Yeah. I mean… what is it for exactly? The end goal of using it is what I suppose I mean.”

“Well,” she said, leaning her hip against the counter as she turned to face him. “It’s moisturizing.”

“Better than face lotion?” he asked, pointing to her moisturizer.

“Not better, just different because of how it’s applied. It doesn’t absorb the same way as lotion.”

“Okay… what else?”

“It’s exfoliating, if that’s the kind you buy. It also removes excess oil and helps to reduce the signs of aging.” She shrugged and he smiled as he raised his eyebrows with a whistle.

“That’s a lot of promise in one little jar of green goo.”

“Well,” she said, turning her head to look at her reflection, tilting her head to either side and then up and down. “I think it’s doing what’s intended. Especially the aging bit.” Looking back at him, she shrugged again and he stared at her, letting out a deep breath.

Stepping closer to her, he looked at her closely, his eyes traveling from her forehead to her chin, across her cheeks and back to her forehead again as he brought his hand up to hold her chin between his thumb and index finger.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

He did not answer, but instead tilted her head gently, guiding her with his touch. Her stomach clenched as she stopped breathing and watched him looking at her face.

“You’ve been using it for a long time?” he asked in a low voice and she nodded.

“About five years,” she replied softly.

“Hmm, so I’ve known you longer than you’ve been using it.”

“I suppose,” she agreed, her breathing now returning, her heart rate increasing.

“I don’t see a change. You look the same to me.”

“Then… then it’s… it’s working,” she said, her words getting stuck in her throat.

“I don’t think that’s it,” he said, smiling at her and moving his fingers from her chin to trail them gently down to right below her chin. “I think it’s just you. Age defying and continuing to look the same as you did when I first met you. With considerably less shoulder pad bulk, of course.”

He smiled and she let out a breath-like laugh. His hand moved from her face and she pitched forward slightly, covering it with a step toward the mirror.

“Well, thank you,” she said, her breath still sounding too loud in her own ears. “But I think I’ll… continue to use the mask.”

He nodded and seemed on the verge of saying something when his phone rang. He looked at her and then turned to leave the bathroom.

Letting out a breath, she looked at herself in the mirror as she heard him speaking to Skinner. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest was rising and falling too quickly.

“Jesus Christ. Get it together, Dana,” she said, shaking her head.

Hurriedly clearing her things away, she left the bathroom and put on her shoes to go back to her room and get dressed. Picking up her room key, she caught Mulder’s eye and he nodded as she opened the door.

Her room was still freezing as she quickly dressed, adding an extra layer under her clothes, not wanting to be too cold if they were going to hike to the rock.

Putting on her own boots, she shivered as she opened the door and stepped out.

“Oh, Agent Scully,” Darcy said, walking up at that exact moment, a tall brown haired man beside her. “My older brother Andy is going to take a look at your heater. He knows a little about them.”

“Okay, great. Thank you, Andy . I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said with a grin. “Hopefully you won’t be suffering through the cold again tonight.”

“Oh, I-” she began, but was interrupted as Mulder stepped out of his door with her coat over his arm.

“Ready, Scully?” he asked and then smiled at Darcy. “Good morning, Darcy.”

“Agent Mulder,” she said, smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear. “My brother Andy is gonna take a look at Agent Scully’s heater.”

“Oh, that’s good. Though I’ll be sorry to see you go, roomie,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yes, well,” Scully said, reaching to take her coat, the air too chilly for only her blazer. As she took it from him, she looked at him in surprise. “It’s warm.”

“While I was talking to Skinner, I turned the heater up for a few minutes and laid it on top to warm it up for you,” he said with a shrug.

“Thank you,” she said, putting it on and pulling it around her as she continued to look at him.

“You’re welcome. Breakfast?” he asked and she nodded.

Saying goodbye to Darcy and Andy, they left them staring after them rather perplexedly.

“FBI agents?” Andy asked.

“Yup,” Darcy replied.

“Work partners at the federal bureau?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me. They look like they could be a couple.” He shook his head and used the key to open door six, shivering as he stepped inside.

“He warmed her coat up for her,” Darcy said softly to herself with a sigh. “Where can I find someone like that?”

[serenlyss]

A Space of Our Own

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn Rating: General (fluff, sharing room, cuddling) Relationships: Ike/Soren Word Count: 6851 Read it on AO3: A Space of Our Own

Not much to say about this one, I just think they like sharing space with each other. Technically this is meant to be for the Romance prompt lol

Originally there was going to be a 4th scene where they have to share a room in the Crimea castle after the war with Daein and oh no! there was Only One Bed! but I ran out of time and it didn't fit as well as I thought hahaha but you can pretend it happened anyway if you want.

[ruescorner]

i am the bitch that sits in the toilet for half an hour to an hour. i wish i expressed a bit more sympathy when saying that but i am in no way sorry. the toilet is the only place in my house where no one can ask me stupid questions or dump whatever they need to say on me. i don’t have to study in the toilet or pretend to be someone i am not. i get to sit with my stupid phone on the toilet and shit in fucking peace for half an hour. because that’s the only time i have for myself.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[thebestbookrecommendations]

Book Recommendation:

Happy Place - Emily Henry

Genres: Romance, Fiction, Contemporary

Keywords: Secret Break-Up, Sharing a Room, Friends from College

Length: Medium

Rating: 4/5

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[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[asharaks]

it is, i think, symptomatic of the way larian has built this brand: bg3 was always marketed as being mature (read: sexual), and that was one of the big draws for players - myself included! especially as media pulls more towards extremes, with mainstream video games starting to get increasingly graphically sexual, graphically violent, and the vogue for 'grey morality' becomes the norm, those boundaries get pushed, and it becomes more and more of a selling point.

larian obviously focused on this, along with the How Do You Do, Fellow Kids brand, the increased accessibility of game devs on twitter, and adopted it heavily into their marketing strategy, and are now pretty reliant on the horny gamer crowd for a lot of their audience, and more importantly, they're doing this on purpose.

which is how you end up in situations like this.

characters (white men) the players want to fuck get centred: they get updates, they get more content, they get favoured. halsin's gone from a side character in EA to a half-fledged romance option, to a full romance option: he shows up in the promotional material, is larian's poster boy for the sex scenes, he gets more content with every update.

now gortash gets more heavily implied situationship lines with the dark urge, because players are horny for him. nevermind that some people aren't playing that way, or that he was originally set up to be a lower-level antagonist; nevermind that if the durge's storyline needed expansion, it should've been with orin and sarevok and bhaal, or that it muddies the writing for the rest of gortash's arc + characterisation: people want to fuck him, so it gets put in the game. it's not even to do with karlach, whose quest so desperately needs expansion! it's specifically catering to the people who want their character to have a Relationship with the slaver, because they're either not interested in or not able to focus on strengthening the weak spots in the narrative: they're just doing things that will net the 'my favourite dating sim' people lmfao.

meanwhile, literal main character wyll gets his quest demoted to a subquest, doesn't get bugfixes, doesn't get a single unique romance greeting after 6 patches and months of requests. he's not a Horny character, so he doesn't get the focus: he's not a player favourite, so he gets nothing. it's just... so unbelievably, indisputably racist, and it's incredibly grim and disappointing to watch it happen in real-time.

[beybuniki]

endeavor agency arc

[psychiccatpanda]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Brock Rumlow Characters: Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Post-Mission, Sharing a Room, Protective Brock Rumlow Series: Part 1 of Edges that Scratch Summary:

Brock closed his mouth, squinted at The Asset, and considered. Announcing this act of defiance not only would get the Soldier punished (a debatable value at best), but it’d also imply that Brock didn’t have as much control over The Asset as people gave him credit for. That was true enough, but he didn’t see any reason to announce it to the rest of the world either.

Brock takes care of the people who have his life in their hands in the field. He takes better care of his gun and equipment. Person or weapon (he has his own opinions on this, not that he'd say so to Alexander Pierce), but he's not going to let the Asset spend all night sleeping on the floor.

[hurricane-heatt]

putting together a collection of images that have absolutely nothing to do with one another

[atths--twice]

Chapter Thirteen

It's Freezing

A busted heater and a cold night. With no room left at the inn, where will Scully find a place to lay her head?

Scully closed her motel room door, leaning against it as she shivered. Cold enough outside without the sudden surprise downpour as they had stood in the cemetery, she was now soaked through and in desperate need of a shower to warm up.

Turning her heater on high, she shivered again as she went into the bathroom. Stripping down as the water warmed up, she looked at her reflection and shook her head. Stepping into the shower, she sighed with relief as the warm water hit her chilled skin.

Washing twice and staying in until the water began to start cooling, she got out and dried off, then wrapped the thin towel around her body.

“So much better,” she said, wiping the steam from the mirror.

Taking another towel down, she squeezed the water from her hair somewhat before running a brush through it and then wrapping it in the towel.

Opening the bathroom door, she was hit by a wave of freezing air, causing her to gasp and step back, closing the door again.

“Shit,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Goddamn it.”

Sighing, she opened the door again and hurried to her suitcase, getting dressed as she whined and shivered.

Standing in front of the heater, she tried to fix it, thinking maybe she had done something wrong. No matter how she turned it or set it, the air was freezing.

“Shiiiiit,” she said, shivering as she closed the panel and went to the phone.

Ten minutes later, after Darcy’s father, who was working that evening, had come to look at the heater but was unable to fix it, she stood in front of Mulder’s door and knocked. Her hair was still slightly damp and she shivered in the cold air. Her fingers felt nearly numb against her lips as she attempted to warm them.

The door opened and he looked at her with wide eyes.

“Hi,” he said and she sighed.

“My heater’s broken.”

“Oh. Is it now? In the room that you so carefully chose when we arrived? That heater broke?” he asked with a smile.

“Mulder,” she said, shivering again. “Yes, okay? It did. Can I please come in?”

“Of course.” He opened the door further and stepped back to let her enter.

“Oh, it’s so warm in here,” she said, standing in front of his heater and holding out her hands with a contented hum as she closed her eyes.

“Are they working on fixing it?” he asked as the door shut and she shook her head.

“No. They said they’ll have to call someone about it tomorrow. Can I turn this up a little?”

“Sure,” he said and she opened her eyes, setting the heater to eighty.

“Not for long, but just a bit. I know you run hot.”

“You coming onto me?” he joked and she laughed softly as she shook her head. “Make it as warm as you like. I can lose some layers if I need to.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile.

“Although, if you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask. Breaking your heater to come over here… that’s going pretty far.”

“Shut up,” she said with another laugh, looking at him over her shoulder. He smiled and shrugged. “I just need to warm up a bit and then I’ll go back to get my things for the night.”

“Oh, you’re moving in?” he teased.

“You said that we’d have to share if something happened,” she reminded him, raising her eyebrows. “I’m simply taking you up on that offer. Especially as there isn’t another room available. I already asked and they’re completely booked up.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s fine then.”

“Oh, how very kind of you,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll go back over to my room when I have feeling in my fingers again.”

“Stay,” he said with a smile. “I’ll go get your things.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can go.”

“Stay,” he said again. “It’s fine.”

“No, I can do it and… God, I left my coat on the bathroom floor. I was going to hang it up.”

“Scully. I got it,” he said. “It’s the least I could do to welcome you into my humble abode. Mi casa es su casa. Or no wait… what’s the Spanish word for room?”

“Mulder,” she said with a scoffing chuckle.

“Whatever the word is, the place is yours. Besides, your hair is wet for god's sake, Scully. And you’re only wearing those thin pajamas. In fact… here.” She turned towards him and watched him take off the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing and hand it to her, leaving him in black sweatpants and a dark gray henley. “Put this on.”

“No. Mulder…”

“Yes. It’s warm, you’re cold.”

“But-”

“Scully… put the damn sweatshirt on.”

She sighed and took it, putting it on and staring at him.

“Happy now?”

He looked her up and down and smiled with a nod.

“It fits you perfectly.”

She snorted as she dropped her arms to her sides and the sleeves hung far past her fingers.

“Yup. Perfectly.”

“Hey, when you’re short…” He shrugged and grinned as she narrowed her eyes. “I’ll go get your things and be right back. Key?” She handed it to him and smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Stay here. Warm up. I’ll be back.” He slipped on his shoes and opened the door with a nod, closing it as he stepped outside.

“Hmm,” she hummed, turning back to the heater and pushing the sleeves up to put her hands out again to warm them. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes, the comforting scent of Mulder all around her.

He must have recently washed the sweatshirt as it smelled like a mix of his laundry detergent and the scent that was unique to him. His Mulder scent that she would know anywhere; a combination of his body wash, cologne, and him.

Pulling the hood up, she held the fabric to her nose and breathed in with a smile. God, he smelled good. Her cheeks flushed and she turned the heater down, now feeling warm.

She walked to the small table in the room and looked down. The pamphlet Flora had given him was there, along with the files about the missing men, and a notebook Mulder had been writing in, attempting to connect the dots to everything.

She went into the bathroom to use the hair dryer, shaking her head at his tube of toothpaste lying on the counter and squeezed from the middle. Unable to stop herself, she fixed it, making it less chaotic.

Taking the hair dryer off the wall, she pushed the hood back and began to dry her hair.

Mulder appeared in the doorway, her wet coat on a hanger a couple of minutes later. He shook his head as he hung the coat on the shower rod to dry overnight.

“It’s absolutely freezing in there,” he said over the sound of the hair dryer and she shut it off with a nod, picking up his brush and pulling it through her hair.

“Exactly why you’ve gained a roommate.”

“Let me get your toiletries for you, roomie before you need to borrow… oh, I see you’ve already had your way with my toothpaste,” he said in a droll tone and she tried not to smile.

“It begged me to set it right.”

“Sure,” he said, chuckling low and shaking his head as he left the room.

She turned the hair dryer on again and thanked him for her toiletry bag with a nod as he set it on the counter and walked away.

Her teeth brushed and face moisturizer on, she brushed her hair one more time and left the bathroom, turning off the light.

He was sitting at the table, looking through the files, his left leg bouncing absentmindedly. Feeling extremely tired, she stood between him and the bed, debating if she should join him or go to sleep.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed,” she said, feeling him out to see if he had any wild theories to discuss, but he only looked at her with a nod.

“Take any side you like. Mi cama es su cama,” he said and she smiled.

“You know the word for bed, but not bedroom?”

“It rhymes with casa, it’s easy to remember.” He shrugged with a grin and she laughed softly.

“Oh, here,” she said, starting to take off his sweatshirt.

“No, keep it on.”

“I’m warmed up now, you need it-”

“Nah. I’m hot, remember. You said so yourself.”

“Not exactly what I said,” she said, readjusting his sweatshirt and chuckling as she looked at him.

“Eh,” he said with a shrug. “I know what I heard.”

“Whatever,” she said, raising her hands, the sleeves still covering them.

“I’m not ready to go to sleep yet. Will the light bother you?”

“No,” she said with a yawn. “It’s been a long day. Thank you for getting my things. And not refusing me and forcing me to sleep in the car.”

“Wait, that was an option? Shit… Well, next time, I suppose.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, smiling as she pulled the covers back and sat down. Turning off the light on the nightstand, she laid down, covered up, and closed her eyes.

“If the light does bother you, let me know,” he said softly and she sighed.

“It won’t,” she said tiredly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Scully.”

Comforted by the warmth of the room, Mulder’s scent, the sound of papers being turned, and Mulder humming occasionally as his pen clicked and he wrote something down, she soon fell asleep.

[longelk]

some more Inscryptions drawn as Flight Risings :)

part 1

[ruporas]

good mornings throughout the travel

[ID: Two comics of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The second is underneath the read more.

The first is in four panels and follows Vash and Wolfwood through hotel rooms. First, Vash and Wolfwood exit adjacent rooms, and Wolfwood has sparkles floating around him as he exclaims, “Rise and shine! Ready to go?” Vash frowns, displeased, and says, Urk— Good morning to you too.”

Next, they’re in a room with two beds. Wolfwood is awake and fully dressed. He’s sitting on the bed and smoking, back turned away from the viewer and he says, “Wake up already, sleepyhead.” Vash sits up with his eyes still closed and yawns before saying good morning. After that, they’re sharing a bed, and Wolfwood gets up and says, “Morning, sunshine. Time to get up.” His body shadows Vash from the sunlight. Vash is still lying down with a blanket draped over him as he mumbles good morning.

Finally, they’re embracing in bed, both shirtless. Sunlight shines on them, but their contact allows their shadows to drape over their faces. Vash smiles, kisses the top of Wolfwood’s head, and says, “Good morning, Wolfwood.” Wolfwood sleepily says, “Mph, g’morning, needle-noggin’,” snuggling into on Vash’s shoulder. End ID] ID CREDIT

TRIMAX Vol. 10 Spoilers under read more // bonus comic

[ID: The bonus comic starts with Vash asleep in bed, fully clothed with his hair half-black. Someone says “Good morning,” and Vash says, “Morning, Wolf—w...” He trails off as Livio, holding a plate of food, stares with abject shock.

Livio says, “I’m sorry.” Vash, smiling but sweating, says, “No, it’s my bad...” Livio repeats, “I’m sorry.” Vash says, “Geez, stop apologizing,” and cuts off Livio’s “I—” with a “Good morning, Livio.” Livio quietly mumbles, “... Good morning...”

Vash sits up from the couch he was sleeping on and looks down, thinking, “... That’s right. I won’t wake up to you anymore... I have to get used to that...” End ID]

[phoenixcatch7]

Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.

Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.

By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.

She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.

Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.

But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.

Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.

Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.

-

Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.

There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.

The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.

It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.

But nobody else has any idea what to do.

[apavlovs]

Desk Engie doesn’t get enough appreciation and I’m gonna fix that

Also obligatory Medimedes doodle because he slays