#the answer could've been adrian

[howlingday]

I have a question or, well, a request? I mean in that AU where Jaune and Terra are together, how was the first family reunion between Terra and Jaune's parents or her sisters?

Oh, now that's an old...er AU.

Prologue (NSFW)

Previous Part (SFW)

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"Jaune, are you okay?"

Jaune was not okay. Even as Terra squeezed his hand, he could barely register her voice. He was absolutely dreading this meeting, and felt more terrified than he was at his initiation. In a morbid sense, he envied Terra, whose parents both were tragically lost at sea.

"Jaune?"

She leaned closer, but her words rang hollow. He continued to stare blankly until he heard something louder, and yet softer in his ears. There was a murmur coming from Terra's chest, where Adrian fussed in his swaddle.

Adrian. His son. That's who he was here for. Adrian deserved to have a father. Someone who could protect him. Teach him. Love him. His biological father, wherever he ran off to wasn't going to step in, so Jaune stepped up.

Jaune reached his hand out and pressed a finger to Adrian's. The baby reached around and felt Jaune's finger. With a mere grasp, Jaune was completely defeated and wept.

"Jaune, are you ready?"

With a deep breath, Jaune answered. "Yeah. I'm ready."

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Jaune sat at the counter as his sisters cooed and fussed over Adrian, who was laying in the old Arc crib. It was the newer of the two from the twins that didn't break when Jaune's second youngest sister refused to leave until she was three... and fell through the bottom of the old, original crib. Jaune never saw his grandfather weep so hard in his life.

They say he died in a blizzard that winter, but Jaune knew the real reason was because he loved that crib, and he died of a broken heart. ...There might be something wrong with him today.

"So, how have ya been, Jaune?" The scion of the Arc family felt a meaty clap against his back. "Haven't seen ya in forever, and ya come home with a pretty lady and a baby." He let out a sarcastic sniffle. "I'm so proud of ya, son!"

Jaune pushed his father off of him with a laugh. "I've been good, Dad." He sighed. "But, there's something I need to tell ya. It's about Beacon."

"Yeah?" He raised a brow. "What about it?"

"I, uh, think I'm in way over my head." He shook his head. "They tossed me off a cliff, and I had to fight a Nevermore and a Deathstalker."

"Was the Deathstalker in a cave?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Ah, I could've sworn I put up a sign when I was there during my initiation."

"Must've missed it then." Jaune gave a soft chuckle, then looked to Terra talking with his mother. "I missed a lot of things."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Jaune." His father shrugged. "Your sister was there to help, wasn't she?"

"Yeah, but I wasn't there." He looked down, dejected. "I'm... I'm a failure."

"So you missed the first one." His father shrugged. "You'll just have to catch the next twenty." He chuckled, then caught a plastic cup in his hand. "One." Another cup for the other hand. "Two!" The third he caught in his mouth. "Sree!" He let out a chuckle and grinned at his smirking wife. Before he could voice his confusion, a stein fell from the shelf aboce and clocked his father on the head. "Never see the fourth one coming."

"You're lucky you're so thick-skulled." Jaune's mother huffed.

"And you're lucky I'm so thick-headed!" His father retorted with a wink.

"Nicholas!" She blushed as she shouted.

Adrian suddenly started wailing on the counter. Jaune and Terra both hurried over to look over the infant, but Jaune made it there first. He looked over his son and began the classic tale of trial and error. He picked up his binky, but he refused to latch to the pacifier. He then placed his face down by his legs and sniffed, but he smelled nothing foul. He looked to the clock and nodded.

"I think he's ready for lunch."

"O-Oh... Okay..." Terra replied meekly. She was having trouble feeding Adrian. The doctors recommended she tried breast feeding before sticking to formula. As Jaune picked up Adrian, who continued to coo and hush the wailing infant, Terra made her way to the couch and began to unbutton her blouse. Jaune sat next to her and handed her their son when she was ready.

"You okay?" Jaune asked.

"Y-Yeah, I just... I don't think it'll work."

"We'll try one more time." Jaune looked in the kitchen and saw his mother was already preparing a bottle of formula. "He's always got Plan B."

"What if Plan B fails?" Adrian was pressed to his mother's breast, but made no signs of calming down.

"It can't." Jaune said, looking to Adrian. "It won't."

Adrian continued to squeal, stopping only to catch his breath. Jaune noticed Adrian was being placed against the breast, but seemed to ignore the nipple. He had an idea. As Adrian opened his mouth to yell again, Jaune reached over and placed his finger in the infants mouth. Taking to it, Adrian began to suckle for a moment. Jaune pulled his finger away, using his other hand to guide Adrian to the nipple.

"C'mon, buddy." Adrian latched and Jaune smiled, then noticed his cheeks sinking. "Ah, no, hang on."

"J-Jaune!" She felt him adjust jis seat and start kneading her breast, gently but firmly. "Jaune, what are you doing?"

"I read this in a book once." Jaune replied. "While I was waiting for the bullhead from Beacon." He took a calming breath. "In case... In case you needed help with anything. I know I'm not his real father, but I'm still his dad."

"Jaune..." Terra's heart skipped a beat, and Jaune seemed to... glow in the afternoon light. Before, she thought he was just this nervous guy who didn't know what he was getting into. He still is, but there was more to him now. This was a man willing to do what he has to for his baby. "Huh?"

A soft, rhythmic, suckling sound played beneath her, and she watched as her son breastfed for the first time. With a smile, she looked to Jaune. "You did it."

"Well, I like to think this is a we thing." Jaune chuckled. He looked down to Adrian, laying his head on her shoulder.

"Yeah." Terra leaned her head on his. "It is."

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"So, twenty kids, huh?" Nicholas looked to his wife as she got ready for bed.

"Wasn't that the dream?" He chuckled from his side of the bed.

"Honestly, as if any woman could bear nine, let alone twenty." She huffed.

"Nine?" He quirked his brow. "Who, me?"

"Yes, you! You are such a child!"

"Well, if you say so." He smiled. "Speaking of, did you see how Jaune was with Adrian?"

"Yes, I did." She smiled. "He's such a good father."

"Did I ever get that good?" Nicholas asked.

"Hm..." Isabella thought. "Not until Saffron was born. Before her, you were a mess. But I think when Jaune was born was where you really hit your stride taking care of babies. Jaune really reminded me of you."

"Really?"

"Of course, you were a brute who just squeezed until milk came out." She huffed. "You can be so aggravating."

"True," Nicholas said, before leaning over to his wife, hovering over her, "but I can be pretty tender, too, can't I?"

"Oh, yes, you can be very tender~."

The couple kissed, while in another room, Jaune and Terra slept on the floor next to Adrian's crib. Jaune held Terra close, softly breathing in tandem with her. Meanwhile, Adrian slept soundly through the night, dreaming about his mommy and daddy.

#rwby #terra cotta arc #terra cotta warrior #terra cotta #adrian cotta arc #jaune arc #papa arc #mama arc

[telltaleangelina]

TC tag game Thank you for the questions and for tagging me @renaultphile Rules: Answer the questions and tag other TC fans

"He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

I don’t think I’ve read it enough to have a sense of something like this. I really disliked Laurie’s scenes with Adrian though. So it’s not so much ‘he wouldn’t say that’ as ‘I would prefer to ignore the fact that he said/did that.'

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

I think they did. The first time I read it, I didn't really wonder if something had happened, only what had happened: I didn’t know if they’d only kissed or done anything more. Later, it seemed to be confirmed by Ralph’s letter that they’d not done ‘anything more,’ I just assumed it was a kiss, and I don’t really think the dialogue following the ellipses makes much sense without anything having happened. “Now you see what I mean, Spud. It would never have done, would it? Well, goodbye.” What could Laurie have seen if there was nothing besides a hug or handshake or something? What would never have done? Why ask him to ‘come here’ at all?

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

I really don’t think he’d have any, but if he did I think it'd probably be something nautical.

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I don’t know which of them I read and I definitely haven’t read another addition, so I can’t answer this. Apparently, the earlier one had more detail and dialogue, so if I haven’t I’d love to read it

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

Sandy, I think he'd be great on here.

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

Laurie reading a book or Laurie just at the beginning, sitting around awkwardly, listening to people’s conversations and wondering how on earth he ended up there.

7. Post a TC meme

The first I ever saw (on the Mary Renault tag) and still the funniest to me, I think because I understand it perfectly

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Straike, I hate him with a fiery passion. The man had a dog put down, not because he was sick or anything but simply because he couldn’t be bothered to care for him. Vicar? Ridiculous.

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

'This is not Ancient Greece, stop being weird,' at the exact moment Andrew is telling him his traumatic life-story and Laurie is preoccupied worrying about Dave. Also related to the question, but not really asked for: if I could I’d also tell Andrew he doesn’t have to feel ashamed of how he feels about Laurie. Well, more accurately, I’d give him a modern copy of ‘Quaker Faith & Practice’ and have the relevant passages highlighted, so I know he won’t miss them. It makes me very sad for both Andrew and Dave that their whole lives could've been very different (and much happier) if they were born four or five generations later.

9. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

I can't think of any, besides wondering how Mary Renault could've written it because it's so good. I love the use of subtext, the way she describes emotions you've felt before but never would've been able to put into words on your own. In terms of characters and story, I do have a random question about Bunny: was it supposed to be implied that he was a perpetrator of sexual assault? I got that idea when I was reading the car scene between him and Laurie but I was unsure.

I don't know who to tag! I think all of the Charioteer accounts I know have already been tagged, but if anyone hasn't and wants to, I'd love to read your response!

#mary renault #the charioteer #tag game!

[gortashs-skidmark]

If Abdel Adrian and Viekang died in 1982, when did Torlin Silvershield die? I can’t imagine Durge being the Chosen for any length of time shorter than 8 or so years, especially since they were literally created for that purpose.

Disclaimer; this is under 5th edition knowledge. I linked sources I used and you can read up more closely.

Okay so in 1482, Grand Duke Silvershield helped against this Bhaalist attack, when the other Grand Duke Abdel Adrian was ambushed on Returning Day during Adrian's speech in The Wide.

Though after the ambush in The Upper City, Bhaal's spirit was mortal again (1492) because his children all died and his essence was free. This made him a Quasi-Diety, the lowest form of Deity. This became the time of Bhaal's resurrection. and he fucked a lot of women, and got them pregnant, before his resurrection so it's been centuries.

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Grand Duke Torlin Silvershield was a Gond worshipper, the highest patriar of Baldur's Gate through bloodline nobility, a high artificier. He was a Grand Duke from 1479-1482. He would had to have become Bhaal's Chosen briefly after. Then captured and turned into a monster, having his power zapped from him. He officially died in 1482.

His children and wife went to Waterdeep after the attack in The Wide by Viekang, they're safe, if anyone cares.

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Bhaal just restarted his influence and events to tell of his return as a Quasi-Deity after effectively being dead before, his resurrection. Bhaal's power was removed in the 14th century, called the Bhaalspawn Crisis (1358-1369), which lead Abdel to be the only remaining Bhaalspawn for a century, supposedly (Bhaal might've been fuckin' women under Abdel's nose *cough cough* Viekang was alive during this Bhaalspawn Crisis and didn't do anything until 1482)

Sarevok died during an attempted Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate coronation, fled to the temple. Timeline of the Iron Crisis, 1368. The Iron Throne is a mercantile organization, which Sarevok was apart of and they (him and papa) started an Iron shortage.

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The Red Wizards of Thay captured a lot of chosen in Dead in Thay sometime after 1482. Turned him into Wight, an undead living that can't speak, and then locked him in the Doomvault. The Doomvault of Thay was a laboratory for Szass Tam to suck the demi-god abilities of the Chosen so he could ascend to Godhood. This is all during the Second Sundering , which notes The Dead Three's return.

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There's a shit ton going on. Baldur's Gate 3 kind of doesn't make sense within the forgotten realm's timeline. The Dark Urge would've have to have been killed for Bhaal to resurrect, and to have lived through Dead in Thay.

Though the Dark Urge wasn't born, he was created in Bhaal's flesh, though still considered a Bhaalspawn.

Sarevok would also have to be dead, but you gotta kill him to get into Bhaal's Temple (Temple of Wyrm's. Which is the Ruined Temple of Bhaal in the game Seige of Dragon Spears. There are a couple different temples, the one in BG3 is the Temple in the Undercity.

Sarevok could've been revived, he would be without Bhaal's divine essence, and borrowed some from another Bhaalspawn. He had fled to the Undercity and he died there by Abdel's hands. I guess they didn't destroy his body.

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Orin the Red and Helena Anchev couldn't have been born before 1482, making Orin 10 years old. Or they were alive when Sarevok was alive, and then suspended in death for some reason until Bhaal's return.

They were directly taught under Bhaal, and beloved by Sarevok. Orin killed Helena for competitive Chosen purposes, so it won't get more complicated.

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There's a fuck ton happening. To answer your question: I do not know how Torlin turned into a Bhaalspawn. I can find no records or why or how. It just did. There was a lot happening. I guess he gave into peer pressure of evil dieties idfk. idk how or why The Dark Urge, Orin the Red, and Sarevok are alive when Bhaal couldn't become a lesser deity again.

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Balthazar was a Bhaalspawn, he was destined to kill himself in The Bhaalist Crisis. He was a monk and leader in amkethran. Ultimately died by Abdel Adrian’s hands.

I headcanon it’s the Same old 'balthy you meet in Shar's Gauntlet. This is just a fun fact. and the blah blah blah blah blah blah with Ketheric, Jaheria, and Minsc still happened so don't get rocks in your boots.

"Balthazar's ultimate goal was to destroy all other Bhaalspawn and, at the end, commit ritual suicide—he believed death was so deeply bred in the bones of his kind that they would always bring destruction regardless of intention, and that destroying them all was the only way to be rid of Bhaal's essence."

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I need to eat this took forever and i think this is enough DND lore dumping. thank you for your question tho! I've never gotten one of those :) <3

It was in response to this unfinished gortash headcanon with lore. I think. Or anon is also heavily into dnd :) anything to advertise my other works, im a slut for it.

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[limerenze]

(un)interrupted - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; y/n and adrian’s secret rendezvous in a section of the library that they can't be bothered to check

Word Count; 1.0k

A/N; LONG TIME NO SEEEE!!! heres some fluff i literally just whipped up in an hour because its after midnight and its hot outside and i cant sleep. and i rewatched the philosophers stone and i miss adrian <3 so just something short and sweet for adrian pucey nation

Warnings; fluff, making out, unedited & the first piece of writing i’ve finished since march

Dates Written; July 18, 2022

“Tell me again why you joined this-” Y/N asked her boyfriend breathlessly, reaching down from where her fingers were lost in his hair so she could toy with the metal badge that was fastened to his robe. “little club?”

Adrian groaned into her mouth, annoyed that she was wasting the precious time they had together with a question he had answered before. “Do we have to go through this again?” he questioned, pressing kisses into her neck. Attempting to distract her so he didn't have to answer.

However, if he thought that would be enough to get her to let it go? Well, he must have forgotten just who his girlfriend really was.

He must've forgotten that over the summer when he was asked to describe her in one word? Out of all the words in the English language, he settled on stubborn.

They were currently squeezed between some shelves at the back of the library. They chose the most obscure section to meet in, hoping to lessen all their chances of being caught. Honestly, they weren't even sure if they knew precisely the contents of the books that crowded the shelves around them. All they cared about was that they would conceal them. 

The pair didn't know this, but it was where students could find the empty lesson books for a variety of the subjects that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had to offer. They were often used as study tools.

Not that it mattered to either of them. Not when Adrian had to be back for his meeting with the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad in fifteen minutes.

“Just tell me again” She laughed, trying to poke fun at him. She couldn't see him but she could practically hear his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Extra credit. Now shove it” He answered her, tightening the grip he had on her waist. He had her pushed up against the shelf, his body flush with hers. They didn't have much time left. 

And if she didn't stop talking, they may have even less.

She snorted at his answer, “Like you need any extra credit. Didn't you-” Y/N tried to continue making fun of him, but the remaining of her sentence was swallowed by Adrian as he pressed his lips to hers again. 

Adrian’s kisses were like magic. 

Doesn't seem like a very extraordinary comparison to a couple of wizards, does it? But it was the best way Y/N could describe them. His lips were warm and soft and she could kiss them forever. She could kiss him until her breath was taken from her lungs. And oftentimes, that's just what she did. He was the only person she had met who held the power of driving her to pure bliss and euphoria with just his kisses. And unfortunately for her, these days- they were few and far between. 

Educational Decree Number Twenty-Six: Boys and girls are not permitted to be within six inches of eachother. 

Hence the hiding between shelves and shelves of O.W.L. study books. Inquisitor Adrian Pucey could simply not be seen breaking Umbridge’s decrees. 

So, Adrian met his girlfriend in this very spot every day. After her last class and before his meeting. It was their time. Their uninterrupted time to be nothing but together.

Well. Normally it's uninterrupted.

They didn't know how much longer they stayed glued together. It could've been thirty seconds or another twenty minutes. The ladder was unlikely considering Malfoy would've sent out a search party for the brunette boy who donned the silver badge before he allowed him off the hook for being late to a meeting.

The only reason they pulled away from eachother was because they heard voices. And if they weren't so lost in eachother they would've heard them sooner.

“No, Ronald. A reason to check out a full lesson plan for fifth-year Charms class was never presented to me. If this school year was normal, Professor Flitwick would have done it and we would not be in this position.” An annoyed voice spoke, growing louder as she approached closer.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake” Adrian groaned lightly. He pulled away from his girlfriend slightly and his eyes darted around at the books, trying to read the titles.

Another voice began to bicker back in retaliation and before they had time to react, three figures presented themselves around the corner. 

Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter looked more alarmed to see the pair than they did. 

The ginger boy’s eyes widened as he caught sight of Adrian’s badge. Y/N wanted to snicker. The thought of someone being afraid of her boyfriend and the authority he held was hilarious to her.

Adrian and Y/N stayed silent, but he raised his hand slightly to wave ‘hello’- hoping they would turn around and leave.

“Oh, sorry” The boy with the lightning bolt stuttered. 

The thought of taking points from Gryffindor flashed across Adrian’s mind. Not because it was his sworn duty to catch these three in the act, he could not care less about them or their antics. He should take points from them for the simple reason that they interrupted the short window of time he gets with Y/N

“We were just-” He tried to continue before his lanky fire-headed friend cut him off.

“Going! We were just going!” and with that, the two boys turned to leave. Unfortunately for the two seventh years, the bushy-haired girl was not willing to give up so easily. She stood, lingering before them- trying to look beyond their heads for the book she came for.

“No! We still need-” She tried to call after them but the youngest Weasley boy returned from behind the wall to grab her hand, pulling her away.

The entire interaction did not last more than forty-five seconds at most. Forty-five seconds that Y/N and Adrian could have spent engaging in other activities.

An amused smile was etched onto Y/N’s face as she looked back up at her boyfriend. “Isn't it your job to-” 

“Who cares about my bloody job?” Adrian cut her off again.

His favourite way to kiss her was when she was too busy smiling and laughing to kiss him back anyways. -

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[cass1x1]

[ STEADY ] for sage/adrian

@kimsgoeun

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

It was genuine clumsiness, no matter what anyone else said or thought. Sage had been good--so good--about making sure she wasn't slipping back into old habits, but there was nothing she could do to prevent herself from slipping on uneven concrete. The sidewalk was, in her defense, not exactly flat. There were cracks in it where tree roots were coming up or where weather had done its damage.

Her embarrassment didn't seem to care, though. It didn't matter that anyone could've slipped, only that she was the one who did. That anyone might think it was because she'd had too much, or was falling apart or--

Her train of thought was cut short by the fact that she didn't land, hard, on her bottom. She didn't land at all. Sage had felt her leg go out form under her, and then... Then Adrian was there, warm hands around her waist, keeping her upright. There was a metaphor there, or something. "Whoa, hey, careful," he whispered.

"Thanks." She straightened herself out with his help. His hands stayed on her waist. Ever since that time they'd kissed, she'd been a little too sensitive to where his hands were, she thought. "I, uh, sorry."

The confusion on Adrian's face would keep her going for days when she felt like she wasn't doing things right. "For what?"

She considered answering--telling him how much she felt like a fuck-up--but instead, she just shook her head. "Nothing, no, never mind." She pushed a loose strand of her hair back. His hands still didn't move, so she didn't feel like she should start to walk again. Not even if they were falling behind the rest of their group. "Thanks for, uh--yeah, just thanks."

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[leethetree0]

A mirror that tells nothing but the truth.

Actually She'll still think Marinette is the fairest even if Marinette shaves her head..

Bonus:

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[vigilvntes]

I Don't Wanna Play D&D - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: so i woke up thinking about him and wrote this. yes, im down absolutely atrocious! no, i don't care! enjoy!

Summary: Adrian comforts the reader after a hard day at work.

Warnings: language, mention of sex.

Word Count: 1.2k+

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You had just settled down for the night, a bag of chips in one hand and the tv remote in the other. Work had kicked your ass. Your boss was, as usual, being an asshole about the upcoming deadline, and your co-workers weren't exactly being co-operative.

Nothing sounded more perfect than a night spent in front of the tv, stuffing your face with chips and crying over some dumb Netflix original.

However, a familiar knock at your door interrupted your plans before they had even begun.

"It's open!" You called, twisting your body and staring at the door expectantly.

The door remained closed.

"That means you can come in!" You called again.

"Well I didn't know that! I thought you were just letting me know that your door's open for no reason!" Came a whiny voice from the other side of the door. "Besides, I could literally be anybody. Do you just tell anyone who knocks that your door's open? That's pretty unsafe, (Y/N)."

You scoffed, "What?! No!"

"Are you sure? It's pretty worrying that your first instinct is to-..."

"That's not my first instinct!" You cut him off. "I knew it was you, which was why I told you my door is open, asshat!"

That one got him.

He pushed the door open and closed it quickly behind him, revealing your boyfriend in full Vigilante couture. He ripped his mask off to reveal a grin on his lips. "How did you know it was me?" He asked excitedly.

"I know what you knock like." You answered, raising your eyebrows at him.

"You know my knock..." He breathed out, staring at you incredulously, as if this news was the greatest thing he'd ever heard.

"Well, yeah. You're my boyfriend and I love you. I kinda know when it's you at my door."

"But that could've been anyone pretending to be me." He countered, slipping his glasses on to his face.

"Well, it wasn't anyone pretending to be-... Hey did any of my neighbours see you?" You inquired, panicking for a moment upon the realisation that Vigilante was still a wanted criminal and all it would take to have the cops show up at your door was one call from a neighbour who had seen him enter your apartment.

Adrian shrugged, "Just Mrs Fletcher. She gave me a sherbet lemon." His eyebrows flickered up as he proudly showed off his candy, his lips pressed together in a smile.

You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of your elderly neighbour giving Adrian, Vigilante suit and all, a sherbet lemon.

"And no one else saw you?"

"No. At least, I don't think so."

You nodded, turning your attention back to the tv, "Cool."

It always concerned you how little regard Adrian seemed to have for his own safety sometimes. He berated you for telling him that your door was open, or for walking home alone past 6pm. Yet he had turned up at your door dressed as his alter-ego with no concern at what the neighbours might think to do if they saw him.

The clanging of plastic and metal could be heard on the floor behind you, which you recognised to be the familiar sound of Adrian getting out of his Vigilante suit. However, when the commotion had ended, you turned your head back to him, raising your eyebrows when you realised he was still stood in your doorway, now in only a black undershirt and black pants. He was swaying back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Why are you just stood there?"

Adrian's head snapped up to meet your gaze, "Oh, I was waiting for you to... Y'know..."

"You don't need to wait for me to tell you that you can join me. We're dating." You reminded him.

"Right! I'm still getting use to this whole boyfriend thing."

"It's been four months."

He breathed out an awkward laugh, although you didn't miss the grimace on his features, "Yeah. It has."

Quickly, he had his way around the couch, waiting a few seconds for you to shuffle forwards so he could fit in behind you, his legs spread so you could occupy the space in between.

Adrian rested his hands on your stomach, and you leaned back against his chest, grateful that he was here and that you could finally relax into his touch.

"I'm so glad you're here. I've had the worst day." You mumbled, glancing up at him.

"Work stuff again?" He inquired.

"Yeah." You breathed out. "Fucking Dave... The deadline is next week and he's the only fucking guy on our team who hasn't submitted his part of the project. And the rest of our team keep telling me to stop nagging him, or whatever. Pissing me off." You grumbled.

"Do you want me to kill him?" He asked innocently. Well, as innocently as one could when talking about murder.

"What?"

You felt him shrug, "I don't know. He's been giving you a lot of trouble over the last few weeks. All I'm saying is that if you really wanted me to, I could deal with him." He was being sincere. Well, as sincere as one could be when talking about murdering another human being.

You scoffed, "What? No! I don't want you to kill you Dave! That'd be way too stressful. I'd have to finish his part of the project all on my own and then the rest of his workload would have to be divided between-..." You stopped abruptly, suddenly realising what you were saying. He had offered to kill your co-worker, and you were denying him of that because you didn't want to deal with the workload. You shook your head, "Look, just don't kill Dave, okay?"

He raised his hands in surrender, "Okay. I won't kill Dave. Whatever you want, babe."

Smiling, you shook your head. To anyone else, talk of killing co-workers to make you feel better would have been downright concerning, but it was just something you were used to now. You knew who Adrian was from the very start, in fact the first time you met him was when he was in the Vigilante suit, beating the shit out of some guy who was stalking you home.

You heard him sigh, "Well, is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?"

You thought for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip gently. "Well... There's one thing we could do that'd make me feel better." You answered, sitting up and turning your body around so you were knelt between his legs, facing him.

"I don't wanna play D&D." He responded quickly.

You shot him a quizzical look, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to form words. "Who... Who mentioned D&D? Did I mention D&D...? I'm pretty sure I didn't."

Adrian shook his head, "No. You didn't."

"Then what the fuck are you talking about?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. You said you there was something that would make you feel better, so I thought I'd just make it known that I don't wanna play D&D, if that's what you were thinking. My D&D days are over."

You gave him a blank stare for a few seconds before you responded. "Sex, Adrian. I... was talking about sex."

"Oh!" He exclaimed, eyes widened and seemingly taken aback that you weren't talking about D&D. "Well... That's perfect. Ignore everything I just said." He ran a hand across his lips, as if he was zipping them shut.

You just giggled in response, flinging your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his, ready to spend the night in your boyfriend's comforting arms.

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