#sandwave

[ID: Fanart of Hank King Jr and Sandy Hawkins from DC Comics. There are three sets of them on the picture. In the first they're relaxing in casual clothes against a pile of pillows. In the second, they're in casual clothes again, they are sitting and Hank is hugging Sandy's back and kissing his cheek. To the side is a chibi of them in costume as Sand and Brainwave Jr. End ID]

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Prompt from this post. I went with sandwave. This is two months late, I'm sorry.

Wind howled past the loosely rattling windows of Sand’s cabin. Cold air seeped in through the rotted wood frames and worn seals of the old windows; through the uneven back door that didn’t quite sit on its frame right; and through the tears in the roof, which Sandy had barely patched when he first returned to the cabin in the fall. The heater was conveniently out too. 

When the sunny evenings and the lush forestry of spring surrounding his cabin returned, Sand would fix all these things. For the winter though, Sand stocked up on fire wood and wrapped Hank and himself in blankets. 

In the first snowfall, Sand realized this was a mistake. The fire burned bright but added little heat to the room. The blankets only held up until the moment one of them had to get up for the bathroom, then they had to restart the process of collecting body heat. The only saving grace was Hank’s attempt to trap any heat they could into a psychic bubble around the pair. 

The couch was shoved close to the fireplace. Both sat in many layers of blankets, Hank curled into Sand’s arms. Sand stared at the fire, quickly burning through wood, with disdain. 

‘Maybe if it stops snowing tomorrow I can get up in the attic and see what killed the heating,’ Sand thought to himself. This was his third time mapping out a game plan to fix the cold. He found it wildly irresponsible to drag Hank out here just for the cabin to fall apart in the first blizzard. 

“You’re so warm,” Hank said, breaking Sand’s train of thought. He smiled back at Sand. 

“You’re warm right now?” Sand asked. He found it hard to believe in a room this cold. 

“Warm and comfortable,” Hank reassured him, “This place is every bit as cozy as you described it. I can’t wait to make it our home.”