aight bet time to pay my bryn tax lol

1. Is your Boss's name a secret? Do some people know but not others? Do they use a pseudonym? A nickname?

c.sr1, Bryn is just going by whatever the fuck the other saints call him. Usually that's Playa, but Johnny sometimes calls him Chatty Cathy as a joke.

Ben King is the first person to learn Bryn's name, and naturally gets to be the first person to drop the "what the fuck kind of name is Brynden?" line

most of the Saints just end up calling Bryn "Doc" from sr2 onwards

10. How has your Boss changed throughout the games/years?

he started going back to therapy after sr2

joaks aside, Bryn's most striking change is his attitude shift from sr1 to sr2. He stops dyeing his hair, starts hitting the gym again, and in general stops running from his past. he goes from "playa" to back "doc" and finally manages to move past his ex-fiancee stabbing him and setting their house on fire

15. Are there any small things about them in the canon that you've really run with in your headcanon?

the entire brynben relationship deadass came from the line "let's not fight in front of the kids" that the boss drops to ben in SRIV lmao

19. Does your Boss have a favourite gun or other weapon?

The sniper rifle pictured above ♥

21. Do they have a second-in-command or are all their lieutenants equal?

Technically speaking, Bryn himself is the 2IC for the Saints, w/ either Kira or Bridget being the real boss depending on the universe

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For Brynden, the chances of waking up to a wolf in his bed were low, but never zero. Still, the furry presence near his head managed to catch him by surprise.

He knew his wolfy wife liked her solitude when transformed. Bridget had gotten used to isolating herself on those nights when the moon’s call was at its strongest— it was her way to protect both herself and the humans she cared for. Though it was no longer necessary to isolate during transformations while she resided in Neverwhere Castle, it was hard for her to let go of old habits.

Bridget’s presence in his bed while walking as a wolf brought a grin to Brynden’s lips. He snuggled closer to her, letting his head fall against her side and feeling all fuzzy at the way her fur tickled his cheeks. A soft huff echoed beneath his ears as her fluffy tail swung up to rest across his abdomen. It landed in much the same way her arm might have, were she cuddling him in her human form.

It didn’t take long for sleep to once again claim Brynden.

When he woke again, his cheek was pressed against skin, not fur. He felt Bridget’s fingers card through his hair as he stirred.

“You used me as a pillow.” She chided, tugging playfully at his fiery hair.

“Sorry.” Bryn grumbled back, rubbing his cheek against her belly with no remorse.

“What sort of vampire are you, cuddling up to a wolf like a child seeking out their cloth doll in the night?” Bridget teased.

“The kind that very much wishes you would stop digging up his garden every full moon.” Bryn replied.

“You’ll be pleased to know I spent the night inside the castle. The rain was absolutely miserable.” Bridget chuckled. “Your peonies are undisturbed.”

“My marigolds, you mean?”

Bryn couldn’t help but smirk when Bridget smacked him lightly.

“I may not know my flowers, but I know a smug little prick when I see one!”

Laughing, Brynden pulled away from Bridget’s stomach and collapsed back on the bed beside her. “It’s still early. Let’s get a few more hours of sleep before breakfast.”