When you enter the kitchen, a plate of freshly cut apples is on the counter.
Turning to the calendar reminds you of the very few times Zayne's home and not out at the hospital. Even still, he's confined to his office typing away at his computer despite having promised to slip into bed a few hours ago. (He's kissed you sweetly on the cheek, too; voice just a murmur in your ear. You feel as if his presence is rare, the sight of him is even rarer then.)
Light escaping beneath the door down left of the hallway is the only evidence that Zayne's awake. You went off to dreamland by the time he left bed, and you're only in the kitchen because you feel parched.
It's five hours past his initial promise. A full cup of water and an empty plate the only evidence of your being in the kitchen, you choose to stomp over to his office to swing the door open.
"Zayne, you said—"
It dies quickly, like a fire snuffed out between someone's fingertips. Your concern melts into pity that's reserved between lovers, the scene in front of you moving you into action to get Zayne in your arms.
Your little doctor is passed out on his desk, except he's not getting any restful sleep—his shoulders are tense, a crease making his eyebrows meet together, and eyes shut tightly.
A soft shake on his shoulders is your attempt of rousing him awake, taking his face into your hand as you watch him awaken. His features slacken and his breath exhaling close to yours is a relief; an anchor in rocky seas; stability when there is disorder.
Green eyes reveal themselves. Even half awake, his gaze is soft.
"Did I fall asleep?" His voice is a rumble in his chest.
You scoff, "Didn't seem like sleeping to me."
Zayne has still half the mind to sound amused. "I didn't know we had a somnologist here."
"Quiet, you," You chide softly, pressing a kiss on your doctor's forehead. For all that he is freezing like snowflakes falling on your palm, the warmth in that chuckle of his is what gets you. It's perfect: full of sleep, but just exact amount of fondness that's gut-wrenching. "Let's get you to the bedroom."
He watches you clean his desk and close his laptop. The lights are turned off by his deft fingers, your exit from his office a quiet one.
"Didn't we talk about not bringing work to home?"
Zayne falls quiet. His reply comes five seconds later, "We did."
Yes, the both of you did, but... there seems to be no use of regurgitating the same topic over and over again when this becomes a pattern.
(Sometimes, Zayne is too caught in the cold to see that there's someone else in the blizzard alongside him.)
"I just don't want you to overwork yourself," is what you end up saying instead. "You're more sensitive than you realize, you know."
When you both enter the bedroom, his sigh is the only sound in the room.
"I do," He admits. "But that is precisely why I have you."
You think he's saying that to sway you, in some sort of way, and probably because—he has. Since he's met you.
"You mean that you can be strong and all when there's someone else?" With his pliant demeanor, you easily tuck him into bed. A ghost of a smile is on his lips as he stares at you.
"Because I trust that 'someone else' to protect that side of me," Zayne murmurs, watching you get into bed yourself. You hover over him, peering down into his eyes, listening intently to what he'll say next. "Just like I do when you get into trouble. Which is more than often."
Your eyes thin, smacking him on the shoulder as gently as you could. Even like this, he makes sarcastic comments to you. "Alright, big boy. Time to sleep."
"Mm."
"I said, go to—" You pause, stopping yourself. "Ah, well, goodnight."
Zayne's always quick to fall asleep. It both amuses and fascinates you how easily he can drift off, but then, him snoozing away can give you enough moments to stare at him.
He looks better like this. Relaxed, only crazy and whacky dreams entering his mind.
Maybe he's right, then, you think as you give his cheek one last caress. You can protect him like this.
That's what you were aiming for, anyways.
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Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham
This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.
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DP x DC: The Titans and the Phantom Cat
Danny doesn't do magic. He doesn't understand it or really know about it, and frankly he'd be more skeptical about it if it hadn't explicitly been used on him several times before. His parents are scientists and engineers, and they managed to accomplish what would typically fall under the realm of magic with nothing but recycled parts, wires and Fenton ingenuity.
So, when caught in a magic spell to bind him, he didn't know what would happen if he were to intentionally mess it up. Apparently, nothing good. Danny, free from the intended mind control, is now bound to the form of a cat with minimal use of his powers.
How could this get any worse?
Turns out, no one seems to understand what he's saying, they just hear meows. And without the use of his powers, he get's caught and finds himself in an animal shelter in Jump City.
When a group of young heroes comes through on a mission, and then proceed to mess things up, Danny can't help but throw out some snide commentary. Besides, it's not like they'll hear him
Welllllll... Turns out Raven and Beast Boy can tell what the hell he's saying. Of course the magic user and guy who can turn into animals can talk to him... Still it's nice to finally have someone to talk to, and also get him out of the cage while he's still trying to het a hold of what's left of his powers
Raven immediately clocks him as a powerful spirit bound to animal form. With a little persuasion, she ends up with a new familiar consultant and Danny the Cat gets to live in Titans Tower with them
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Magic shenanigans happen, now Danny is basically Salem the Cat living with the Teen Titans and teaching them what he knows while mainly lounging around and sassing them. The actual usefulness of his advice may vary
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re: the thing i just reblogged:
the obvious reaction to that valentine is "holy shit that's gaster". because of the whole "it's more or less completely unintelligible" thing (wingdings), and "HOW IS DELTA RUNE". and there's no other characters who we've met --- yet --- who it really makes sense for it to be.
but. i think it's fair to not take it as 100% confirmed. at least, to not take it as confirmed that this is the same gaster we've been hearing from up to this point.
because, and maybe this is just the english / creative writing major in me talking, the writing style is a little bit off.
specifically, the cadence of it, and the use of commas. if you look at entry 17, or the twitter takeovers, or the gonermaker sequence... gaster hardly ever uses commas, and never (if i remember correctly) to end or break up a clause in the way that the valentine writer does.
it's a small thing, yes. but it has a significant impact on the Vibe. enough that i'm not certain of this yet. which is why i'd love to hear someone break down the japanese translation of it and compare it to the (other) gaster text in japanese that we have.
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