#bnha wolfram

[quirkfics]

"wearing their clothes" with wolfram, please?

“You swim in that coat,” Wolfram mutters, glancing out of the corner of his eye when you come to sit in the garage. 

“Everyone but you would swim in this coat,” you mutter, tugging it closed around you. “How many rippling muscles are you hiding under here on the daily anyway, huh?”

“Like you don’t know,” Wolfram teases. “I think you’re more intimate with them than I am.”

He.. Kind of has you there. 

“Looks good though. Would look better if it was the only-” He laughs and leaves off on teasing you when you elbow him in the ribs. He brings it up later though. Repeatedly.

[yourhero404]

How do you think Wolfram would be like if he was a yandere to his S/O?

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever had to write about something yandere, hopefully I do okay!

WOLFRAM

-He’s never had anything stable in his life, the idea of losing his one consistent treasure was his driving point to be as possessive as he is. Nothing and no one gets close to his s/o, definitely does not get the chance to hurt them, or so much as think about them.

-Has no sense of hesitation to attack. Whether his s/o is around or not, if someone gets too close and forgets their place, or if they harm them in any sort of way, he’s got one sharp piece of metal ready to pierce straight through their bodies.

-Jealous very easily. If he feels as though someone eyes his s/o too closely, they’re in danger of evoking his wrath. He can normally keep his calm and deal with his emotions internally, but something about his love for them and his own fear of losing them drives him off the edge. It embarrasses him at times, if he’s truly honest with himself.

-To (S/o) themselves, however, Wolfram can be the sweetest human being they’ve ever met. He’s still a criminal, a killer, an absolute bundle of rage when things don’t go his way and pretty controlling to ensure that things are executed the way he wants them to be—but behind closed doors, there are moments of peace where he’d do anything just to make (S/o) smile. A smile meant only for him.

-Possessive—calls (S/o) almost every hour if they’re separated. Together, he keeps them within arm’s length and refuses to let them out of his sight. They don’t leave anywhere without him, talk to anyone he disapproves of—he’s manipulative with them to ensure they’re still his treasure, and his alone.

[rat-jxice]

I drew that Rat Bastard as Tord since he reminds me of him❤

[quirkfics]

Wolfram and "mistake"? (yes this is the Swordkil anon, I love them both)

He looks... Startled, when he sees you, hand outstretched towards the warped doors of the van in the alley, mouth parted and eyes wide. 

You rather get the feeling that he hadn’t meant to send you the text to meet him here. 

“You shouldn’t- how-” His mouth snaps shut, a grim look curling his mouth in a frown. “I believe there’s been a mistake,” he says, just loud enough for you to hear over the sudden echoing of sirens. 

“..I’ll say,” you get out, a hysterical laugh bubbling up in your chest. “I would hardly think that an alleyway behind a medical facility would be a place to meet your blind date, but what do I know?”

For a moment, you both stare at each other in silence.

“Try again next week?” You say, offering him an awkward smile.

[quirkfics]

because I've finally been watching the movie with friends, 19 for Wolfram + Swordkil? happy ficlet fest!

“You remember when things were simple?” Swordkill asks, sighing as he flops down on the couch, forcing you to make room for his head in your lap. 

“I wasn’t trying to eat or anything here,” you complain, trying to balance your bowl between your hand and the arm rest. Swordkill doesn’t seem to care, he just turns, yawning, until he decides he’s found a comfortable spot on your thighs. 

“Well?” He prompts, glancing up at you. “Do you?”

You adjust, frowning at the precarious balance you’ve left your food in, and look back down at him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “When have things ever been simple here?”

“I keep saying,” Wolfram says from behind you, half leaning on the couch, “you’re the only one with any kind of sense. See, Swordkill?” Wolfram says, dropping a kiss on the crown of your head before he moves on, hands full of scrap metal.

“My sensibility says that you should vacate so I can eat,” you try, tensing your thighs beneath Swordkill’s head. You’re not sure what started the trip down memory lane, but you know how things typically end: with Swordkill in grudging agreement with Wolfram, before they drag things - things being you - into the bedroom.You’d like to grab some calories before any kind of workout starts, thanks.  

“Eat while I nap,” Swordkill urges you. “Things used to be simple though. Just us, here-” And he yawns again. “No need.. for...” He trails off, apparently more tired than you thought. You realize Wolfram is standing in the doorway, hands empty and smudged with grease.

“No need for what?” You ask, anxiety beginning to buzz along your spine.

Wolfram is quiet as he crosses the room, and cradles your face in grease spotted hands. “No need for you to worry.”

[rat-jxice]

A boy,

[rat-jxice]

So uhh.. Two Heroes, yeah??

Finally actually drew something and finished it off with that cool sketch colorer 

Its my favorite boy 😘 

[yourhero404]

Wolfram is like a protective papa wolf, his S/O is a lovely and caring momma bunny, and their child is an adorable, pure wolf cub. <3

oh, you know that one fun fact about wolves where like, if the male is being threatened, the female hides underneath his chin and pretends to be afraid?? but is actually protecting his throat?? that would be his s/o- soft and sweet but also knows exactly what’s happening around them and wouldn’t hesitate to stand up for their loved ones 👀