Hey Gorgeous Daisy! 🌼
Loving the headcanons, especially modern Az! I couldn't make my mind up between my two headcanons asks.
1. Batboys growing up - I love when we get all three boys together and how we have heard about some of their antics growing up, and I do hope we learn more, but what did they get up to after Windhaven, what havoc did they wreck upon Velaris and the rest of the Night Court?
2. Adult Modern Nyx - This headcanons ask is a bit left field but your modern Az got me thinking...??
Please don't feel you need to do both, or either if they don't speak to you. Hope you have had a lovely day. 💗💗
hiiiiiiii, oh I love both. here we go
batboys growing up headcanons
boy, did they get drunk many times, completely shit-faced toppling over each other on their way home from Rita's
"you stepped on my fucking foot, Az."
"you hit my fricking arm, Cass"
and Rhys throwing up over the bridge somewhere in the background
crushing on the same girl, sorry but I can so see them spotting one pretty girl and all deciding that they want to be her boyfriend
and they would make complete fools out of themselves
Rhys would try to make his charm work, saying the cringiest things
"your eyes are like the sun burning down on us, like flames, you know. fire."
Cass would be flexing his muscles, removing his shirt when she is around, just because
and Az, would steal shy glances at her, and then quickly look away, blushing bright red
also I think they would be quite competitive, who can fly the widest? the highest? for the longest?
wingspan measuring
"you are cheating, Cass."
"am no, just because mine is the biggest."
"isn't, now hold your wings still"
Azriel cackling in the background
that is probably for earlier but those three had terrible voice cracks when in puberty, this is a fact
of course they were playboys
and remember that line in acosf – they did it in one room
not their finest moment, but they were closer after this than ever before haha
Cass and Az annoying and distracting Rhys when he had to study for becoming a high lord
they would mock him constantly "look at the little geek, bent over his books the whole day."
"so cute, little high lord, Rhysie."
the two idiots would also playfully poke him with his sword until he has enough, slams his books shut and joins them
at the same time the would also help and support Rhys all the way
and many nights they would spend with him, bent over books
and obviously, they would help him control his powers
letting him take out his anger when everything gets to much on them, sparring with him until the early morning hours
modern adult! Nyx
that is such an interesting request tbh
he would be a little cocky
even in a modern world Rhys and Feyre would be like majors of big cities and quite influential and obviously that make young Nyx a little arrogant at times
but he has inherited his good heart from his parents, so sometimes he just needs a reminder to be humble and then he is grounded
Nyx would be the one who immediately wants a car and motorbike like Az when he is old enough
"look at how cool, uncle Az is!"
so this is what he will get for his eighteenth birthday
and Nyx speeds and Feyre is worried as hell, Rhys as well
but he is also careful
he becomes a social media influencer, yes, posting about art and clothing
family before everything – even when no longer living with his parents he would still spend time with them most days of the week
a very close relationship with his whole family
having a hard time finding a girlfriend, because who really loves him and who just wants him for fame and attention
going to sports games with Cass, watching basketball or hockey
painting and drawing a lot in his free time, hoping to one day be able to sell his art
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Another snippet from my Flipping the Coin au. Probably won’t make it into the actual fic, but I’ve been obsessed with these two and keep finding myself writing moments like this ^^
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Mordred was sprawled over Arthur’s chest, with his thumb tucked in his mouth, and blue eyes serious as he listened to the story with the gravity of a judge. The two of them are slumped in their favorite armchair, the red velvet blotchy from numerous spilled drinks, sticky snacks, and misguided attempts at crafts. It was too warm for a fire, but in the dim evening, with the lone table lamp for light and the window cracked open for a breath of air, it took Arthur back to countless evenings spent in another room. One built of stone and lit only by candle flame.
Aloud, Arthur read, “Because he was the king…”
Personally, it wasn’t his favorite retelling, but Mordred had seen his name on the cover and insisted on hearing it, so he had conceded. Maybe he should’ve waited until Mordred was older before telling him that there were stories about characters who shared their names, but in these last few years, the events from long ago had been so close to mind Arthur had wanted to share it. He assumed Mordred would fixate on the sword fighting and tournaments. Instead, Mordred had picked a book that started with babies being sent out to sea.
“Two by two, he carried—“
Mordred pulled his thumb out of his mouth. “Did you really do that?”
“No.” Arthur marked his spot with a finger and ruffled the thick, black curls. Still damp from the bath, they were in need of a comb. And soon, if Arthur hoped to avoid dealing with tangles. “I never did that.” Dipping his fingers to tickle the back of Mordred’s neck, he smiled as Mordred giggled and tried to escape. “I could never.”
Sitting up, Mordred’s knobby limbs found all of Arthur’s soft spots as he settled knees first on top of Arthur’s chest. “If you had to, could you?”
“Would you,” Arthur automatically corrected.
“Would I?” Mordred’s pitch went comically high. “Nooooooo! Would you!”
Arthur gave him a look, one that Mordred immediately leaned in and mimicked with a giggle. “Would I, Arthur Penn, a man far removed from the ancient past, cast a boat full of babies into the ocean? Absolutely not.”
“What if Merlin told you to?”
He’d never had to. History hadn’t played out like that. But Arthur couldn’t tell his young son that he definitely knew it hadn’t happened because he couldn’t even explain his own past and all that entailed. All Mordred knew was that his father was named after King Arthur, so that meant he’d been named after Mordred. Because they were father and son and that was how it was supposed to be. He didn’t know that in another life they hadn’t been related and that the first time Merlin met Mordred he had helped save him.
“Nope.” Arthur popped the ‘p’. Out of Mordred’s sight, he set the book on the ground. It was time for a better story anyway. “Not even then.”
“What if Merlin did it?”
“Listen, let me tell you about the—“ He almost said ‘the Mordred I knew’ but luckily stopped. Instead, he says, “—the story I heard. It took place when Uther was still king. The first time Arthur met Mordred he was only a little boy…”
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Could you imagine Dick and Jason training together in front of the young Justice team.
Jason would be all show off, removing his jacket (he doesn’t want it ripped), his helmet, guns, and knives. Just pulling more out.
Dick and Tim are totally over the dramatics but Dick puts his escrima (idk how to spell it) down too.
It starts off chill, Jason doing a lot of boxing moves while Dick avoids. After a minute they pause and Smile at each other deciding to just go over the top.
By the way they are fighting, it’s like they’re fighting a bad guy. Pulling zero punches. They’re pretty evenly matched.
It ends with Jason on top of Dick pointing a gun at his head and Dick laughing saying something about cheating.
Everyone, except Tim and Jason, are concerned bc Jason has a bloody nose and bruised cheek and Dick has several bruised ribs and split lip.
Jason gets off and helps him up and they laugh it off. The team is shocked, they basically tried to kill each other and find it funny as hell.
Tim looks tired but laughs too. By his face it’s clear this has happened on multiple occasions. He hands a towel to them both and Jason lifts him up and teases him for being worried.
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