“During A Cold Holiday Night, Scrooge Remembers A Certain Star That Shines So Bright~!”

There's been a lack of my brother the hedgehog au art on this blog I apologise

did not know everyone else misses pillow and blanky time as much as i do so uh here’s the very rough draft of that sketch that was gonna turn into a mini comic (sorry still not finished shadow nightmare comic pls don’t kill me)

also idk if this helps but i was listening to Kept by Crystal Castles on repeat while drawing this

I HEART U ! 💘

made this to celebrate 1K on insta !!

behold his cool guy swag

MORE METAMY WALL-E AU STUFF BECAUSE I LEFT SOME OF YALL STARVING

Girl can I just ask for Blade. If it were up to me id ask for all prompts and scenarios LMAO but I can't decide. So I'll let u pick <3 just give me blade. I love blade. Blade.....

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧You wanna say I'm hot?

Prompt: 10.Person B pressing their forehead against Person A's forehead to check if they have a fever

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long but I really hope you like it! I was a bit indecisive tbh so I put all the prompts into the random wheel and let the wheel decide for us both(sparkle and confetti emoji)<3

Contents: Blade x Reader, gn reader, the reader is sick, fluff

Words: 532

Ko-Fi

“It is nothing..” the words fell from your mouth although you lacked the strength to strain your ears to hear them, making way for feverish mutterings. “I’m fine.. I’m just in need of a small nap, that is all, just like any other boring, long day” you added as Blade walked over to the bed you huddled on. 

You had three blankets on, and the heating turned high, and for all that warmth you still looked pale, eyes glistening with sickness you tried to deny.

Blade felt like he’d boil through his clothes, but whatever dissatisfaction he felt with the temperature was overcast by his focus on your wellbeing. He had knelt down beside the bed, taking one glove off to feel your forehead. 

“Uh..” you sigh, feeling the cold skin pressed against yours, “I told you already.. you.. I think I just need a glass of water, maybe, probably” you tried to scramble for an agreement, to sate his worry and your own need to not feel so..sick. Blade gave no response, besides a huff when he realized he couldn’t tell whether your skin was too hot or not, the lack of proper feeling in his fingers making him abandon the technique.

“Sit up” he commanded, tone ever so softer as he scooted closer and waited until you propped yourself up to your elbows first, wordlessly following along with his words. Confusion was swirling in your hazy mind, feeling the bed dip beneath him, then his hand touched your cheek and held you still while his forehead pressed against yours. 

You blinked, heavy eyelids fighting to simply fall shut and enjoy the bliss his presence alone brought you. Yet, you shuddered at the sudden contact, fresh air slithering into your blankets and leaving you craving their embrace once more. 

“You are burning up..” he observed aloud, his fingers absentmindedly brushing against your jaw and lowering down your neck until they settled over your pulse point. A faint beat touched his fingers, the sluggish pace of your heart, but it reminded him you were alive - however sick you were currently. A habit he developed over time spent with you.  Blade sighs as he draws back from you, taking note of the rosiness that had sprung to your cheeks. You were quick to sink back into the bed, and this time he did not chastise you or disagree with your actions - you were sick - instead he drew the blankets up over you, helping you tuck yourself back into the warm cocoon. 

“You want to say I’m hot?” you muttered, face comically serious as the words tumbled out. That caused Blade to snort, half in surprise at the sudden question. “Save your jokes for a better time” he responded as he was pulling on his glove, “I meant that you were burning with a fever. Kafka is still out, I’ll ask her to bring you something, in the meanwhile I’ll bring you some cold compress..”

But if he thought that would be the end of it, he was sorely mistaken, as you followed up with a question, now looking smug while trying to look serious:

“You want to say I’m not hot then?”

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Caved and drew fanart just for views smh

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They touch

marriage comic soon i swear!......