#ran to save a life i didn't have verse. ✘

[attroxx]

❛ @vialaviolenza said . . . ❛ i'm not some helpless little girl ! ❜ From Hisako to Hikaru!! ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋. but clearly he'd pissed her off with the way she yells in his direction. unfurling his fan he covers his face, looking in the opposite direction. he'd simply happened upon her by accident. that happened often during his travels . . . but those people didn't usually yell at him. he'd simply offered some advice is all. she'd seemed to be struggling with something but the woman had bit his head off the moment the words left him. he can practically hear okami chuckling at him in this very moment. stupid beast.

❛ fine, suit yourself. struggle for all i care. ❜ the jinchūriki sighs, taking a seat on the grass as he watches her from a few feet away. she'd appeared to be training but honestly, he wasn't entirely sure. still, it was entertainment nonetheless.

dialogue prompt. ― accepting.

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[marymary-diva17]

My son my boy

loak x mom reader + sully family

Lo'ak sully had always felt like he was the black sheep of his family, or maybe his father less favorite child as she could never do anything the way his father and mother wanted. He was always messing up and will never be like his golden brother neteyam or his wonderful sisters. There were a little few that saw him for himself and one of them is you his mom, you knew your sons struggles and the times he tries to be the perfect son for his father and mom. He had always tried to be the perfect child for the clan and everyone else but it always seem to fail. As he had never did it the way they had wanted he was not up to their standards. This patterns of being called the less perfect child and freak will follow him into his teen years.

Y/n " Jake can we talk for moment"

Jake " yes my love I always will give up time for you"

y/n " thank you I need to talk with you about something important"

Jake " what is that about"

y/n " lo'ak we most talk about him" Jake soon looked and you and sighed heavily, this had gotten you attention.

y/n " look Jake I wish you will just hear hime out for a bit and understand him, verse looking down on him and down playing his actions"

Jake " his actions always lead to trouble or failure"

y/n " Jake he is your son"

Jake " well I'm being honest y/n that boy is nothing but trouble at times and dangerous, always dragging his siblings into dangers or trouble he nearly got neteyam killed twice and his sister kidnapped and hurt"

y/n " he means well you have to see that Jake"

Jake " well we are lucky enough his actions didn't get us and our clan kicked out after he put tsireya, aonung, and rotox lives in endanger for saying that outcast"

y/n " that so called outcast saved our sons life and is his spirt brother, and dear friend as well"

Jake " well if I dear son knew well he would listen to what tonowari and all these other oloeythans told him and saved away, from payakan because of him we nearly lost neteyam and many other lives as well ... because of him we all had to flee our homes and now the reef navi have lost their creatures and some of their homes"

y/n " Jake that our son you are speaking about like that, don't you hear yourself"

Jake " you don't understand we have to stop letting him get away with everything he does he bring shame to the family"

y/n "he bring shame to you but never to me"

Jake " I have no time to fight with you on this I have to meet up with neytiri, because we have more important stuff to do verse causing problems" Jake soon walked away from you and you were standing there mad, it was good that all the other kids were away at the moment.

later that day

tuk " mama mama"

y/n "tuk baby what the matter"

tuk " there trouble on the beach come on" tuk soon dragged you towards the beach where you saw lo'ak standing alone as everyone was looking at him.

y/n " lo'ak what happened" you ran to lo'ak aid and you were now looking at him.

lo'ak " hey mama"

ronal " that boy was caught with payakan once again out on the water"

y/n " yes I knew that he told me he was going to see payakan"

ronal " you knew of this behavior and actions and encourage it"

y/n " yes payakan is friendly and harmless his actions in the past shouldn't reflect him now"

tonowari " your son was seen with payakan and some other tulkun is seems, like he was trying to get payakan accepted again"

y/n " lo'ak"

lo'ak " well mama you said some people should be given a second chance, and I was hoping that will apply for payakan he shouldn't be hated forever"

y/n " oh lo'ak"

navi women " so it the mother fault not raising her son right"

y/n " my son mean no harm just hear him out and let him explain"

tonowari " that boy has done enough damage getting my daughter kidnapped by the demons, along with my sons hunted down as well nearly killed"

y/n " they all went to save payakan lo'ak was not going to let payakan be hunted down and saved him ... in the end payakan saved all the kdis lives"

ronal " that boy cares about no one she but himself he nearly got his brother killed twice I have been told, and he could of gotten more killed as well"

y/n " he a child he mean good"

jaek " enough"

lo'ak " if you all will listen to me for chance you will see payakan is good and fought for a good reason he, didnt mean to get anyone killed or hurt all those years ago"

Jake " I said enough" Jake was soon looking at you and lo'ak and he was mad.

Jake " enough both of you bringing shame upon me and neytiri, disrespecting everyone and their wishes"

y/n " Jake "

Jake " I said enough"

lo'ak " dad please you have to understand I was trying to help be like you a god warrior and leader"

neytiri " you are far from that boy I pray to eywa I don't have the mood to rip out the eyes of my youngest son"

y/n " you will not do that neytiri"

navi male " now I see the issue the boy mother allows him to be like this, because she as well lack discipline"

navi women 2 " the boy is like his mother there no lying their"

y/n " Jake and neytiri are you going to let them speak to our son like that, lo'ak if you son as well"

neytiri " he is your son I have my children neteyam, kiri, and tuk your son keeps on causing trouble nearly got mines killed all because he selfish"

lo'ak " mom I'm sorry I ..."

neytiri " no enough Jake will speak with you" neytiri soon turned around and walked away she was upset and mad.

Jake " I'm sorry everyone for my son behavior I will speak with him, and make sure this doesn't happen again I swear it"

tonowari " we will hold you onto those words Jake sully lets hope your son can see sense soon" soon everyone else had slowly started to leave Jake didn't say anything else he walked away shaking his head.

lo'ak " mama I"m sorry now I brought you into my mess"

y/n " it okay my son I'm proud of you my warrior" lo'ak soon smiled towards you the rest of the kids wish to come near, but were ushered away by kiri and ronal.

The next day

Jake " lo'ak will be extra task given to him by myself and the other olo'eythan to make up for his actions of yesterday and past months"

y/n " Jake that unfair he already has enough on his shoulder"

lo'ak " mama it okay dad spoke to me about it yesterday and I want to do it"

y/n "lo'ak"

neteyam " I will go with you baby bro and we can ask others to help"

Jake " no it will be out on the water and he will be doing it on his own"

y/n " Jake"

lo'ak " it will be okay mama I will be fine"

Jake " come on boy you will be leaving now and come one once it done"

lo'ak " yes sir" you ahd followed Jake and lo'ak outside towards where the others leaders are waiting, they were speaking with Jake and soon looked at lo'ak.

olo'eythan " your father spoke for you on us trusting you with this task and we hope you do all, and just maybe this will make up for what happened"

lo'ak " yes sir I will not let anyone down"

tonowari " I hope not"

Jake " lets get on with it"

y/n " lo'ak"

lo'ak " I will be okay mama no need to worry I will be home, I promise you everything will be okay and I will come home and make everyone proud"

y/n " okay just know you make me proud and if you see payakan tell me I say hello"

lo'ak " yes mama" you soon hugged lo'ak tightly fearing the worst but you soon let him go. Soon the other children had come to say goodbye to lo'ak along with neytiri and ronal.

neteyam " we will be wait to see you later baby brother

lo'ak " I know everything will be fine" soon lo'ak was gone on his IIu as you saw him getting smaller and smaller as, he was getting away from home.

Jake " he will be fine nothing bad will happen this plan will go well" before you could say anything else against your husband Jake was gone. You stood there watching hoping and praying that lo'ak will be okay and come home safe.

Later that day

y/n " the sun starting to set and he not home yet"

aonung " dont worry y/n lo'ak will be home soon it take all day"

y/n " thank you aonung"

neteyam "yes mom he will be home soon there no need to worry"

Jake " you are worrying again"

y/n " yes I'm why are you not he out there all alone"

Jake " he is safe he needs to do this alone he doesn't need his mom treating him like a baby, he safe out there the rda will not find him"

y/n " jake please can we send someone"

Jake " no yet he will be fine when it dark we will send someone to go find him, that finally no more fighting me on this" Jake soon stormed off the children had kept you busy, until night fall had come. You were alone in the house and were wondering where lo'ak was at right now. You soon walked towards the water hoping to see lo'ak, no one else was around gone in the village.

y/n " lo'ak ... lo'ak ... lo'ak" you soon heard a loud splash as it got your attention, you soon walked into the water hear the sound of IIu call but sound bad.

y/n " lo'ak ... lo'ak" you soon saw payakan but what made you panic the most was that there was someone laying on payakan back, it was lo'ak.

y/n " lo'ak" you scream you son name as your swam towards him soon getting towards his body, and it was bad it seem he was in a bad fight but you soon saw the RDA hook on his IIU.

y/n " no please no lo'ak"

lo'ak" m... m ... mama"

y/n " I'm here lo'ak I'm here"

lo'ak " m.. mama"

y/n " help someone help"

???? " mom what the matter ... lo'ak" you soon looked and saw neteyam with rotxo, aonung, and spider and all four boys looked horrified to see lo'ak in this type of state.

y/n " help me take hime to norm and max now and go tell the others"

the boys" ...."

y/n " now" you soon yelled and the boys soon went into action aonung and rotxo raced off while neteyam and spider helped you. You were carrying lo'ak body with neteyam helped toward norm and max while spider ran ahead.

norm " what happened"

y/n " he was caught be the RDA and hurt that what happened now we have to safe him"

max " take him into the tent we can save him" you and neteyam soon placed lo'ak on a mat on the bed, as norm and Max race to get everything they need at the moment.

neteyam " mama"

y/n " stay outside and keep watch okay" neteyam said nothing as him and spider looked scared about everything that was happening lo'ak looked bad he was more hurt then neteyam.

lo'ak " mama... mama"

y/n " hush kiddo it okay I'm her with uncle norm and max we are going to make you feel better" you had placed your hands on lo'ak comforting him while norm and max put IV in him along with other stuff. Neteyam had yelled out in pain as everything hurt so badly, it seems like he had broken bones, cuts and bruised on his body along with some burns as well.

lo'ak " mama is hurts"

y/n " I know baby I know just a few more and then we can see what the matter"

norm " lo'ak kid you are going to feel some pain for a bit"

lo'ak " yes sir" Max had sticked lo'ak with some more thing making the boy scream again.

Lo'ak " they found me mama ... I was with payakan and some other tulkun we tried to escape ... then fight but it didn't work mama I don't know if the others are okay to much happened"

y/n " hush now you need to save all the energy you have"

lo'ak " mama I'm sorry I let everyone down I didn't do well I...."

y/n " don't speak like that I'm prpud of you my son you did well" you had kissed lo'ak forehead, but he still in pain. It hurt you to see your kids in pain but now it hurt more as there was nothing you can do.

???? " lo'ak lo'ak"

neteyam " dad over here he in there with mama" soon Jake came into the room with neytiri behind them, both of them look horrified to see Jake. They were soon followed by the other sully kids and tonowari kids as well.

kiri " lo'ak"

Jake " kids go wait outside"

neteyam " but dad"

y/n " everyone stop please we need clam right"

mo'at " what has happen is my grandson ... look"

y/n " mo'at we are going to need your help" mo'at soon entered the tent and started helping where she could. You soon saw Jake and neytiri still by the entrance looking, you soon went towards them.

Jake " wait can we do to help"

y/n " stay outside and out of the way" you soon closed the tent door on them and went back to your son, who was in need of help right now. Soon enough all four adults had gotten lo'ak stable and placed him on a new bed to sleep on for the night.

mo'at " you should stay with him tonight he will need a parent with him, and attention If anything bad happens"

y/n " thank you"

norm " it will take some time for him to deal but he has broken bones, burns on his legs and arms, with some cuts and bruises as well he had lost blood as well"

y/n " oh lo'ak"

max " he lucky to be alive but we will need to keep an close eye on him"

y/n " thank you all for helping"

max " the others are still waiting outside you can go speak with them, I will watch over the boy until you all come back" you had nodded your head saying nothing else as you soon left the tent with mo'at and norm. That when you saw everyone else waiting outside it seems like they been waiting for a while.

neteyam " mama" neteyam soon saw you and came running with his siblings and his cousins along with their friends.

y/n " hello kids"

kiri " mama how is lo'ak"

y/n " he if stable at the moment and now resting"

mo'at " thanks to the efforts of norm, max, and your mama we were able to get him stable"

tuk " can we see him mama"

spider " yes can we see him please aunt y/n"

norm " kids clam down lo'ak is resting right now and not taking any visitors"

tuk " aww"

y/n " you know lets make a deal tomorrow you all can go see him, if he wake by then"

tsireya " yes ma'am"

y/n " where is everyone else"

aonung " they are holding a meeting"

rotxo " we don't know about what we couldn't hear and we wanted to see how things were going for lo'ak"

y/n " thank you all for staying"

neteyam " can we spend the night here mama we can make a camp here"

kids " yes please for lo'ak"

mo'at " children y/n is overwhelmed with lo'ak right now and we should give them space, you all should be heading home"

the kids " yes ma'am"

y/n " go on home now I will see you'll tomorrow my loves and kids" the children had nodded their heads and soon left, but not before giving a goodbye to you and lo'ak. Your children had hugged you and it was easy to tell none of them are taking this whole situation well.

mo'at " I will let you deal with Jake and my daughter first and then I will deal with them later"

norm " I have some words for them as well... there are some blanks and bed for you y/n that you can use ... Max will be staying in human hut that a fee feet away along with me as well"

y/n " thank you all" soon norm and mo'at had left to go attend to the children and make sure they got home, you were waiting outside when you heard footsteps coming toward you.It was Jake and neytiri along with tonowari and oloeythans.

Jake " how is he can we see him is he talking"

y/n " he is stable for now and resting"

neytiri " then we will go see our son"

y/n " no is resting

Jake " then we will be quite we wish to see him and care for him"

y/n " I said he resting leave him be for now"

neytiri " one of us can stay with you for the night and be there for our son"

y/n " the children at home need you right now I will stay here with lo'ak and you deal with our kids at home"

tonowari " y/n we are greatly sorry for ...."

y/n " your kdis need you at home as well tonowari I will see you all tomorrow" you soon left saying nothing else as you soon looked at lo'ak as he was resting tears falling down your face, there were some words that lo'ak shared with you that you will deal with in the morning. You soon started humming the song that lo'ak and his siblings love, it seem to make matter better. You are praying deep down that lo'ak will get better as he resting in bed healing. There was so much that happened last night that will affect everyone later on, that might break relationships forever and cause damage that can't be healed so easily.

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC Prompt: I Couldn't Just Let Him Die

So one thing I don't think is touched on enough is the fact that Danny never wanted to be a hero. Like, yeah, we all know he didn't want o be a hero and he makes a joke about it but when we actually think about it this was a life he choose because nobody else was there to help. The main reason?

He didn't want people to get hurt.

Something Batman would relate to.

Now, while I love the idea of Danny absolutely beating the shit out of Joker or any villain who absolutely deserves to have their shit rocked by a kid who is only 5'5" and weighs at most 120 pounds, when we actually think about Danny's character what's more likely? Again, no hate to any of the people who do those fics, keep it up, I love seeing Joker get his just deserts.

But hear me out.

Warnings for fighting, violence, and DC typical weapons.

There was a new meta in Gotham and he was driving Bruce crazy. This kid showed up out of the blue with absolutely no information on him anywhere online or otherwise with tech so outdated not even Oracle could hack it. The only thing Bruce knew about the kid was that he called himself 'Phantom' and that he was a teenager around 14 years old.

Other than that the kid had been a pain in the ass.

Muggings? Phantom took care of it by saving the person then lecturing the person until a Bat or police showed up then literally vanished.

Fires? Phantom would fly in and out of burning buildings repeatedly with no care for his own safety. No mask, no fire protection, nothing but the thin suit he wore.

Kidnappings? Don't worry, Phantom had it handled long before Batman could even get the call to help! EVEN WHEN IT WAS ONE OF HIS OWN KIDS WHO GOT KIDNAPPED!

Granted, Phantom never got in the way of a fight but the amount of evidence that was lost due to what he was doing and how he was doing it was inconvenient. Fingerprints got wiped, evidence of what started fires were covered in an unmeltable ice, kidnappers took off the second their captive was freed and were practically untraceable after that.

It wasn't until a massive Arkham breakout that he actually got to properly meet the kid. Every prisoner had broken out and the city plunged into madness as heroes ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Villains against heroes, criminals verse vigilantes, villains verses criminals - it was a madhouse.

Batman could hardly keep track of it all but when one of Penguin's men threw a bomb into a crowd and it landed near Joker's feet there was a long silence. It was like the city had fallen silent all around him as Batman tried to get to the bomb.

Joker was a villain.

Joker had hurt his family, killed millions of innocents including his own son, but he was sick. He didn't deserve to die.

Apparently Phantom agreed because he flew faster than Batman could track him shoving Joker away from the bomb before encasing the bomb in ice.

"Hey! What's the big idea shovin' me, bub?!" Joker said, seemingly forgetting about the bomb that was still in the kids hand. Joker walked right up to Phantom, glaring down at the shorter male who just looked at him. "Think you're some kind of hero?!"

Phantom blinked, "I feel like answering that is a trap."

Joker grabbed Phantom by the front of his shirt, "A funny guy, huh? Think you can out joke the Joker?"

"Again. That feels like a trap. I'm not trying to do anything, Clowny. But I wasn't about to let you die."

Joker glared, "Why?"

Phantom slipped out of Joker's hands somehow, much to Joker's confusion. "Because that's not who I am. Criminal or not, I'm not going to let you die if I can protect you."

"Who says I need protection?"

Phantom held up the bomb again with a deadpan look. "Lucky guess." He said, then suddenly noticed something to his right. "Oh, gotta go. Later Clowny."

"IT'S JOKER!" Joker shouted after Phantom as he flew away. "Batman! Teach your baby bats some manners!"

"He's not mine, Joker." Batman said, marching over, grabbing Joker's wrists and cuffing them behind his back.

Not yet anyway. But with a mentality like that... maybe this pain in the ass could learn a thing or two from a Bat.

[fl3shm4id3n]

Girl I saw u open requests for spider verse and I ran here right away snsnsknsmsjdndh I'm bad at explaining shit but could you write something for miguel that's like wait i forgot what I was gonna say damn I had a good scenario in my head too well hell never mind just ignore this I think im still tweaking lmao

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ x ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ!(ᴡɪꜰᴇ) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʏʟᴠᴇʀꜱ- ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ

TW: Angst, Death, grieving, comfort towards the end

A/N: I had a fic idea for Miguel (My beloved), and now I shall write it. I listened to I bet on losing my dogs by Mitski while writing this. I didn't cry, I swear. I hope this was to your liking, I couldn't wait, I had the need to write something.

Masterlist

You had lost everything, your daughter and your husband. You knew that being Spider-Woman had a prize, but you didn't expect for it to be like this. First it was your aunt and now your family was gone. Sometimes you wished that you could of gone back in time in time to save your husband and daughter, but there was no way. The first weeks, you basically slept at the graveyard, on top of there tombstones, you didn't want to part away from them.

For many years you've mourned, you never let yourself fall in love again, your husband was the love of your life and the only man that you'd ever love. You felt as if you were betraying him in a way, you had promised to him that you'd never love anyone else but him and him only. You still had your wedding wing, you'd wear it on your hand and when out on patrol, you never took it off. You also still had his stuff in your room, pretending as if he was still there, you didn't have the heart to give his stuff away to people who needed it, you couldn't do it.

You also kept your daughter's room the same, you left it alone, the only time when you'd move anything was when you'd go to clean off the dust and change the bedsheets. Sometimes you'd go in her room to just look at the stuff she had, you felt as if she was with you the whole time. You'd lay on her bed while hugging her soccer jersey, her first jersey, sometimes you'd cry on the shirt, wishing that she was there, telling you and your husband about her game. Just like your husband's things, you didn't want to give them away. How could you? She was you first baby, your daughter, the one that you carried in your belly for nine months, the one who'd cry when she was hungry or wanted her parents attention, she was yours and Miguel's baby. Gabriella will always and forever be your child. Sometime you wore the little gold bracelet that she owned when she was still a baby, on a necklace, to have something of hers on while on patrol.

That was unexpected, you had ended up in a secret Spider Society with Miles. A boy you began to work with after bumping into one another while trying to stop a mugger, that was when you decided to team up together as a duo. You knew about his identity and he knew about yours. You both had come up with the excuse that you were a lady that was teaching him Spanish since his parents would wonder where he'd wonder off to. It worked his you knew Spanish, it was a different kind of Spanish, but his mother was happy that he was learning it.

You were getting to learn about all the Spider-Men and women, how they were all from different dimensions and what they did in headquarters. Then you got taken to a room, where who you assumed the leader of the whole thing was. As soon as you saw who it was, you nearly fainted. It was the one and only, Miguel O'Hara, your husband, well, not really your husband, but it was him.

"Y/n... is that who I think it is?" Miles whispered to you, then he saw the look off shock in your face, getting the idea that you knew who it was. Miles knew about your past, who your husband and daughter were. When the man turned, his serious face turned to one of shock, just like yours. Gwen was the one to noticed both you and Miguel staring at each other, then she had an idea. "I...um.. I'm going to show Miles around a bit" she excused, then took Miles by the arm, guiding him out and Hobie followed them.

Miguel approached you slowly, seen every inch of you, wanting to see if it was you, his wife, not his particular wife, but you were her. After a bit of staring, he spoke. "You're not my wife.." he said, sadly, then you responded. "You're not my husband.." you said, with tears forming in your eyes. Miguel wanted to hold you in his arm so bad, comfort you and tell you how much he missed you, but he didn't.

You sigh, wiping off your tears. "So... you're spider man.." you said, there was a bit of an awkward silence, then he spoke. "And you're spider woman.." he said, as he reached over and placing a pieced of your hair behind your ear. You couldn't help but ask. "Gabriella... how is she..?" you asked, Miguel almost flinched violently by the question. "She's... gone.." he said, sounding very defeated by his response. You swallowed the lump that had built up on your throat. "You too?" you asked, this time tears had spilled from your eyes.

This made Miguel look at you, he got the memo that Gabriella was also gone in your universe. It hurt, seen that in both his and yours universe your daughter was gone. He sighed, seen that you had began to cry, it was obvious that you had not got over his and Gabriella's death like he was. He come over yours and his daughter's death, it took him a while but eventually he understood that no matter what he did, he could never bring you or his daughter back, but he couldn't help but miss the both of you. It was understandable, you were a wife and a mother, who lost both her husband and first baby. And he was a husband and a father that went through the same thing as you. Then he just went for it.

Miguel then pulled you into a tight hug, you didn't hesitate to hug him back. You buried your face onto his chest, crying, letting out all your sadness. You hugged him tightly was your so called Husband rubbed your back comfortingly. Being in his arms, felt like an eternity, you had forgot the last time you were held by him like this. You began to remember the first time you met, it was raining outside one night, and you had forgot to get an umbrella, then you came across Miguel, who was walking somewhere, who knows, but he saw how drenched you were and had offered you his umbrella. You didn't want to take it since you didn't want him to get soaked, but he insisted until you took it. Then he left, that kind gesture meant a lot. Afterwards you had made it your mission to find him and return his umbrella, it was weeks but you finally manage to find him again, in another rainy day, then the rest was history.

Rainy days had become significant to you an Miguel, since you both met on a rainy day. Every time it would rain, you and your husband would go outside to enjoy the rain, not caring that you both would get sick the next day, it was worth it, if it meant being sick together. Then Gabriella came in, she too would also come with you and Miguel out in the rain. "It's okay Mi amor" he said sweetly, but also sadly. You cried more, it's been years since you've been called that by your husband, he wasn't technically your husband, but he was. No matter what universe you were from, you and Miguel would be husband and wife. And Gabriella your daughter, you'd like to think that maybe in a different universe, you were all alive and living a happy life together.

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[fantastic-nonsense]

im soso curious, i need to know... why is tim a child of apollo? bless u for not going with fanon<3

[referencing how I decided who the Batfam's godly parents were in my PJO AU WIP]

People like to sort him into Athena because DC has spent the last few years emphasizing how smart he is and how he's better at the more “cerebral” and detective aspects of the job. But Tim’s most prominent pre-reboot traits are not actually his detective or tech skills: they’re his reckless, impulsive bravery, his ability to analyze and think very quickly on his feet in dangerous situations, and his "power of friendship" idealism.

He's a people person; it's one of his greatest strengths. Tim is like...physically incapable of going somewhere and not making at least one friend while he's there. Hell, when he ran off to travel the world on his "fuck you, I'll find Bruce on my own" trip he still managed to pick up his own little crew of assassin friends along the way. Making connections and talking to people and relying on others for help is how he successfully navigates being a hero, as he himself notes on multiple occasions:

"Did you think I was going to run all around the city, desperately trying to save everyone all by myself? I'm not Batman. I have friends." -Red Robin #12

Tim loves his family and friends, and losing so many people he's close to within such a small timespan sends him off the deep end in multiple ways (trying to clone Kon, fighting Dick to get the Lazarus water, isolating himself from everyone, fighting with Dick and running off to find proof that Bruce was alive on his own, etc).

At his core, Tim is an idealist who becomes a hero for no other reason than a) a broken man needs help and a broken family needs mending and b) if Dick won't go back to being Robin he might as well do it, because someone has to be Robin. He sees what will happen if Bruce stays on the path he's on and says "no. I'm not going to let that happen." He's a hero because someone has to help, and he's able and available to do so. He doesn't work on cold hard logic and facts. He works off of gut instinct and then uses his big brain to go find facts and logical conclusions that support those instincts.

Tim was never going to be an Athena child.

So I started thinking. At first, I wanted him to be a Hermes child; it seemed right to frame his parentage around being the child of the messenger of the gods given how he became Robin. But that's not really him, either. Apollo, within the scope of both classical mythology and the PJO-verse's depiction of him and his children, fits him better.

While modern culture tends to zero in a lot on Apollo's status as the god of music, poetry, and the arts (for good reason), Apollo in classical Greek mythology was first and foremost known as the god who (for lack of a better term) helps his people. He's the god of the sun, of light, of medicine and healing, of prophecy, of truth.

Tim comes into Bruce's life at a time when Bruce is at his absolute lowest point. Jason is dead. He's estranged from Dick. He's failing in his mission to save Gotham. He's highkey passively suicidal. And Tim takes it upon himself to fix that. And he does it by being a solid, bright, stable presence in Bruce's life and an extremely blunt, truthful messenger of the future he sees: Batman needs a Robin, and if Bruce doesn't have one he's going to die.

And I didn't abandon his intelligence in the calculations: Apollo is also the god of rational thinking, order, and knowledge, contrasting and working in harmony with Dionysus (the god of irrationality, chaos, and passion). He was also known to be the god whose job it was to interpret the will of Zeus to humankind, which I thought was appropriate for a boy who spends quite a lot of his time being the living communication translator between Bruce and everyone around him.

So. Apollo child.

............also I thought it was funny to make the god of youth the father of the boy DC refuses to allow to age.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Over The Phone

Dad Bod!Professor!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Just... NSFW. So much NSFW. Phone sex, masturbating, sexy selfies, sexting, all that shit.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: God this took forever to churn out but I finally got motivation to finish it!!

Taglist: @cupcakeinat0r @tojishugetiddies (if I forgot to tag anybody let me know, pls! I lost the saved list I had for people alshldhd)

Divider by @/across-the-art-verse

Miguel art @ meeee

The day had dragged on for what felt like far longer than usual for him; the usual students who showed up late, tried to sneak out, slept through the lecture or just ignored whatever he said.

The students who listened and actively engaged with the lesson were few and far between, and the almost silent lull between classes felt felt almost too short. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered, especially with the growing list of students who were disinterested in his class, or those that only signed up for extra credit and didn't want to do the work...

But, getting cards and thank-you post-its from students who felt like they wouldn't have been able to graduate without him kept him on in this tedium. He loved to hear from his former students about how their new careers were going--careers they credit hi to helping them achieve.

It never failed to make his heart all warm and fuzzy when he thought about them.

Miguel ran his hand across his beard, and a thought came to him about maybe shaving it off. He had grown it out; rather rugged if he had to admit it. But, he quickly shook that thought away--you loved his beard. Oftentimes he would wake up from a nap, you snuggled perfectly against his solid frame, your nails dragging through the short hairs with a content smile on your face.

Oh, he couldn't say no to you, his pretty little wife, could he?

Speaking of which... it was your day off. He couldn't help but wonder what you were--

When his phone pinged, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and unlocks the screen to see a text from you;

Hiii baby, how's work going?

He chuckled and replied, Same as usual. Only two students slept through class this lime

*time

Your reply was swift.

Awww I'm sry :(

If it makes you feel any better, if I were in your class... wait. I wouldn't get any work done either. I'd just be lookin at you :p

He laughed, his belly shaking a little bit as he grinned at his screen, his massive fingers fumbling the small keys once again on the too-small phone screen.

Yes, you would mafe a very door student, wouldn't you, amor?

*made *poor

Miguel rolled his eyes. He was tempted to try and see if they didn't make phones built for someone with his giant hands in mind... Damn this tiny screen!

Awww my Miggy gettin all frustrated?

Yes.

For what felt like too long, his message was left on "read". He quirked a bushy brow, scratching at his beard curiously at what was keeping you.

And then, his phone pinged again.

Here, maybe this'll keep you entertained ;)

*Image attached. Click to view.*

He hummed in curiosity. Maybe it was one of those silly little doodles you liked to send to him? One of your memes, maybe? Though, it didn't make sense why the image was blurred, when--

His heart lurched up into his throat and he instantly slammed his phone against his desk, screen down; looking around pointlessly as if he were worried someone was standing over his shoulder when the image finally cleared.

Cursing himself for acting like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, Miguel slowly lifted his phone to his face and looked at the picture you'd sent him.

You were nude, laying belly-down in your bed, the blankets askew around you. Your feet crossed one over the other as you smiled at the lens--you must have moved the full body mirror from the living room to your bedroom to achieve this shot--and your back was arched slightly to show off your bare ass.

He felt his cock twitch to life as he examined every pixel on the screen; wishing so badly he were home right now, to touch that soft expanse of flesh he loved so much. To cup your ass in his palms, feeling the warmth of your skin in his palms as his fingers massaged and groped the skin.

He could feel your hands slide up the soft pouch of his belly, scraping your nails delectably through the short, curly dark hairs that ran up his abdomen and covered his chest. He could feel your teeth scrape and tug his nipple before kissing your way back down...

Dios, mi amor. You're lucky I am not in the middle of a meeting! He hastily typed, pretending he wasn't practically salivating over that selfie.

Aw, didn't you like what I sent? :'(

I didn't say--

But before he could finish typing and send the text, he got another attached image from you.

He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat and his thumb hovered over the image hesitantly. He looked towards the clock above the door to his classroom. He had half an hour left...

When the image unblurred, he felt his heart damn near stop.

You were perched on the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide; one hand was holding your phone while the others spread you slick folds with nimble fingers and a cheeky expression on your face.

How bout this one?

Miguel groaned, loudly. He actually slipped a hand over his plush lips, cringing at how damn near pathetic that sounded.

He immediately clicked your contact information and hit "call".

The phone rang a painfully long, droning tone until your bubbly voice giggled on the other end of the line, "Heyyyy Miggy~"

"You are going to kill me, baby." He hissed into his phone, pressing the heel of his palm into his throbbing erection, "I'm in the middle of a school day! The students are at lunch!"

"Ohhh, did I get you all hard and excited for me?" You sigh dreamily into the phone, your voice dropping into a more sultry tone.

"Naughty boy, popping a stiffy in the middle of class."

He grunted, his head dropping back against his chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he tugged the ends of his button-up out from his rapidly-tightening jeans, "And whose fault is that?"

You gasp theatrically, "Mine? Oh, baby, I was just trying to provide you moral support, I swear!"

"Of course," Miguel huffed, eyeing the doorknob, waiting to see if he was unlucky enough that somebody were to walk in right as he pulled his cock free from his jeans, running his fingers over the swollen tip, smearing his precum around it.

He could hear in your voice, the way you were biting your lip in excitement as you spoke. "Baby, are you touching yourself?"

"You tell me, first." He replied, his voice strained as he gave himself a few tentative strokes; trying to gauge if the risk was worth it.

"Oh? Want me to tell you that I'm playing with my pussy?" You croon. "That I'm imagining you, and me, in bed..."

His teeth snagged his plush bottom lip briefly as he sped his hand up to your words, then slowed back down again. The friction wasn't right; too dry. So, he sucked on his tongue until he had a nice glob of saliva; bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet it before slicking his throbbing length up.

"Go on." He grumbled into the line.

"...ooooh." You giggled, your voice a little breathless. He could see you now, laying back on the bed, your fingers plunging in and out of you, pulling out to stroke your puffy clit; your pussy drooling into the blankets beneath you.

"Mmmm~ I'm also imagining you on top of me, my legs on your shoulders..."

He felt the oxygen squeeze from his lungs as he upped his pace, the vein in his cock throbbing and thumping in time with his rapid heart rate.

"Yeah, bebita?"

"Yeah." You huff, a small moan coming from you; "'m imagining you pinnin' me down, fucking a baby into me."

"Dios." Miguel groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet his fist. "You want a baby, hermosa? Want me to make you a mami?"

"Mhmm... want you to fill me aaaallllll the way up." You whined, your panting hot, even through the phone.

Miguel dared a glance up at the clock. Still had some time... He needed to do it quickly; needed to milk his cock so he wouldn't appear "improper" with a massive erection straining his pants.

As if enough of his female students (and even some of the male ones) didn't have enough difficulty paying attention in class...

He'd be lying if he hadn't gotten a few love confessions from students, present and former. He'd always politely turn them down, and then, if they were currently his pupils, politely and quietly have them sent to another class to avoid any improper behavior in the future.

It was as if none of them ever paid any mind to the gold band firmly secured to his ring finger--the matching mate to the one you wore on your own softer, delicate hand signifying your matrimonial bonds. Or... maybe they had and assumed they could tempt him from you.

Well, those assumptions were always wrong. The only person he could imagine bouncing on his cock, sucking it, milking it, stroking it--was you. You and only you.

Sometimes thinking of you when he was alone was the only ways he could get off, before you started dating. Even finding porn of a woman who looked like you wasn't enough. It had to be you.

And after the first time he felt your pretty pink pussy swallow his cock whole? Oh, he was addicted. Addicted and whipped, a few of his colleagues would say...

The professor and the school nurse; a bit of a cliche; but it was a nice one. The two of you had even played with a slutty nurse outfit or two.

You not always being the nurse...

"Fuck, Miggs, 'm so close." You whine loudly. He could see in his mind's eye how fast your fingers would be working your clit, maybe even giving in and plunging one of your silicone toys in and out of your tight hole for him.

In fact, he could imagine it so closely he could hear it.

"Shit, baby..." He hissed, his hand working his length furiously, now, almost in a race with you to see who would cum first. "You on speaker??"

"Mhmm~" You whine, your air leaving your body in wet-hot pants, the sound of your slick pussy being fucked--by your hand or your toy, he couldn't place--but the sound of it had his balls tightening up already.

"Gonna cum for me, mi amor?" Miguel huffed and puffed, more thick precum dribbling down from his tip. He smeared it over himself, using the fluid as lube to help hasten his impending orgasm.

"Yeah, baby~"

He snarled, the sound of stroking skin lewd and loud; your moans the best pornography his ears could ever be graced with.

"Cum for me, honey." Miguel whined, his glasses slipping further down his nose as he released his cock long enough to yank his shirt up over the soft, rounded edge of his tummy.

Immediately after, his hand returned once more around the thick pulsing shaft of him; stroking, tugging, milking himself like he knew your sweet cunt would. Your tight, wet, needy pussy that was dying for a drop of his cum.

As you wantonly moaned; he could imagine you splayed out in bed, legs wide and mouth open as you shout your orgasm out for him to hear, drowning out the outside world... and as his eyes would drift down, he could imagine your belly, cute and round; a baby kicking out at his hand as he caressed the stretched-out skin.

The image of you carrying his baby sent his mind into a blazing fire, the tightening in his balls and swelling of his cock too much to bear. Miguel arched his back, the wheels of his chair squeaking faintly across the floor as he curled his toes in his polished shoes, hot, thick ropes of cum shooting out to coat his belly, fingers, and even the underside of his desk; your name leaving his lips in a flurry of obscene prayers.

His mind was fuzzy as he slowly came down from his high, the sound of your giggle snapping him back to reality:

"See you when you get home, Miggy~"

The phone hangs up, and Miguel is left with his pearly white mess coating his belly, making his skin and hair sticky. At least he didn't get any on his shirt. This time.

The bell rang, suddenly, shaking him to full lucidity from his post-coital haze, his hairs standing on end and making him jolt up straight.

He hastily grabbed a few tissues from his desk drawer and began cleaning up, shoving a few stray stands of his graying hair back into place as he began to hear the chatter and footfall of students in the halls.

Oh, you would pay for this when you got home, all right.

[sukisheadlights]

PROTECTIVE TENDANCIES!

tmrminho x wckd!oc

summary: she took care of him all these years in the maze. But will she be there for him when he needs her outside it?

story: maze runner masterlist

rory’s voice mail 🎧: Sooo I'm not that well versed in the lore (that is a sign for re-watch + re-read I know) either way I haven't made any mistakes as far as I'm aware of but incase I missed anything, let me know <3 love you, say it back!

SPOILERS AHEAD OBVIOUSLY

Sadira spins around in her chair as the dark blue light reflects off her glasses; before coming to an abrupt and screechy halt when she hears him yell through the computer screen. She quickly turns and looks over the multiple cctv screens around her in search of minho, until she finds him. Eventually. She messes around with some buttons around her until the 'griever' as the gladers called it, slows down. She sighs and leans against the chair having succesfully saved him the third time this week.

Sadira could confidentaly say that she was the youngest at w.c.k.d. She was 16. She could tell you alot of things, except for what she does in the abnormally technologically advanced building all day. There isn't exactly a job description for saving the asses of the friends you've made through a screen who don't know you even exist. Infact, that probably hinders the consistent experiements being thrown at these children who are her age, heck— some of them are even younger.

Sadira knows that the only reason she isn't in that maze is because she's the daughter of Dr. Ava Paige. I guess even being an adopted daughter has it's own advantages.

That's why she's so careful when she saves the lives of the gladers, if ava finds out both her and the reckless gladers she watched over are doomed. Boy this would be tough to explain if she met them in person, how would she even act around them? Thankfully she doesn't have to worry about that yet. Right?

When Ava turned her away and banished her from coming to w.c.k.d for 'safety reasons', Sadira was MORE than curious on what her 'mother' was hiding. So naturally, when she called her back urgently she ran through the multiple maze like hallways of the building in search of Ava like a mad woman. Maybe in her own way, w.c.k.d was her maze and cage too. just in a non-life threatening sense. for now.

She walks towards the prison cell looking holding room as she stands next to the woman she calls her mother not looking through the window just yet; she should have, maybe she could have ran instead of walking straight to her demise.

Instead she stared gaping mouth at the other girl who happened to step into her peripheral vision. "You remember teresa, yes?" Ava announced loudly, her words ringing colder than the white lights above their head. Sadira could only nod in response; who the hell was inside that room?

"Unfortunately my love, it would be unwise to get into details here. But teresa recently found her way back to w.c.k.d, back to us. And she has been working with us in your absence. It is with a full heart that I can tell you that you will be learning hands on how to talk to a test subject today. Do not worry child, rest assured, you will be safe." She spoke again as teresa walked away, her tone laced with something unfamiliar which, looking back— could have only been something poisonous. "Go on." she nudged again as Sadira walked into the plain white chamber which, looked even sadder from the inside.

She turned around as the door closed behind her and this, mystery inmate. Her heart dropped to her feet. It was him. He was here. Nonetheless, she approached slowly and sat down infront of him. He looked...Terrible.

"Hello," She said blandly, but internally she was nervous as ever. But if she showed it, Ava wouldn't let her talk to him again. How would she help him out then? She should probably slow down but the difference in his character was unsettling.

He didn't say anything in response and only watched her intently, or dazed. She remembered how his eyes looked in the maze, even if they were facing near death every second of the day. And then she noticed how dead they looked this very moment, when this was the one time in life he was truly protected. She looked towards the one-way mirror hoping she was looking directly at Ava. That's when he scoffed. "They can't save you in here."

She looked back at him, eyebrows raised and all. "What would I need saving from, Minho? You won't hurt me." She said confidentally, but not in the sense that she knew he wouldn't. Well, still in that sense but she only showed Ava what was on the surface. Confidence in the sense that she was hiding her fear.

Minho ofcourse, knows that even if he wanted to kill her this very second he would be unable to, considering the shitload of drugs he was put on. She's pretty, it's a shame she's on the wrong side of all of this, he thought.

"Don't wanna talk? that's alright. We'll get you to one of these days Minho. Time is on our side." the words spilled out of sadira's mouth leaving a bitter after-taste. she didn't like talking to him like this, but if she even let Ava catch on to the idea that sadira had...once grown fond of the boy infront of her? she would have lost her chance. for what exactly? she's not entirely sure herself.

silence engulfed the small white room as she watched the nervous bob of his adam's apple before promptly getting up and leaving.

That night, without much shock. She was kidnapped. "Oh, it's just you lot." she said calmly, looking at the faces of thomas, frypan, newt, and gally. All the idiots she saved multiple times. Well, except for frypan— he was always a sweetheart.

The point is, she wasn't intimidated. Instead she laughed when they tried to threaten her. Then, she asked them to untie her and much to everyone's surprise, they obliged.

Not wanting to leave them high and dry Sadira explained everything to them. How she saved their lives, How she knew them, How she saw teresa, And about how she spoke to Minho. She then warned them that as a 16 year old saving them to those small extents was all she could have done and that it would be unwise to redirect their anger from w.c.k.d to her simply because she knew.

She also agreed to get minho out, but that was a given. The only condition she set down was freedom from Dr. Ava Paige. Who she had the displeasure of calling her mother. They sat on the floor that night and all the gladers and Sadira in unison decided the best plan to get minho out of that hellhole. And they settled.

On Gameday, Sadira offered to walk with Janson and pointed out how something looked suspicious with teresa and her guards. Inevitablly, Janson approached the disguised gladers and it was there that they grabbed her as she sneakily snatched janson's all building access card. She was with them under the ruse of a hostage, just so that Ava doesn't get suspicious and look too closely.

When they found out Minho was moved, it was only because of Sadira and another test subject that they could pinpoint Minho's exact location.

However, she should have probably thought to warn him in some way that she was on their side. Maybe then Minho wouldn't have mistakened her for the enemy and slammed her into the wall once they did find him. ouch.

The escape after that was mostly smooth sailing, there were no losses and only minor setbacks. But those don't matter enough to be mentioned here. [Authors Note: I didn't have it in me to kill off newt so don't blame me] Ofcourse, Sadira almost dying while protecting minho doesn't fall under minor setbacks but she would have done that for any glader.

When she woke up in the 'refugee' a few days later, minho was the first person she spoke to. The conversation flowed much more smoothly when her formerly alive mother (that was fun to find out) wasn't watching over them, she joked. And he laughed. And she thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. So she made him do it again, and again, and again. Until she finally realised she couldn't get enough of it.

They moved fast. From touches, to kisses, to something more. But it was never in the sense that it was too much to handle, Instead it was in the sense that they had waited too long for each other and that they were desperate for this. Needy, even. Which was insane considering he barely knew her. Oh well.

First Kisses and First loves are obviously difficult post-apocalypse but hey, atleast it makes one hell of a story.

[guapoduoshipper]

Me dejó.

After the initial excitement I got from the scene in which q!Roier talked about q!Cellbit to Pepito where he told him that he is also his father and that, despite the circumstances, he has faith that he is still alive, I noticed something (and I saw that other people also noticed): he never mentioned that he had hopes that q!Cellbit will return to the island.

At first I thought it was just that maybe it was implicit in the fact that he had faith that he was well and that he would see him again, but my illusions fell apart after he told Pepito that he "loved" q!Cellbit, conjugating in the past tense. Then it fell like a bucket of cold water, he didn't say it that way because he doesn't feel that love anymore (q!Roier loves q!Cellbit with all his heart) but because he doesn't want that by accepting that he still loves him, that love will become a force against q!Cellbit's decision.

I remembered then that it is not the first time q!Roier does something similar: keeping his feelings to himself to respect q!Cellbit's decision, when he saw him agreeing to marry q!Quackity during Festa Junina's fake weddings, he had already made it clear: I care for your happiness.

q!Roier has listened over and over again to "Que lloro" by Sin Bandera where one of the verses says: "Ya lo entendí, no eres para mí" (I got it, you're not for me).

The negotiation phase of q!Roier's mourning did not focus on holding on to the hope that they will meet again. For q!Roier, it is enough that q!Cellbit is alive.

Because that's all he can do with the limited, almost zero, information he has. It's the only thing he can negotiate: On a hellish island, thousands of miles away from him, without the slightest intention of returning, but alive.

Yes, he had promised to go after him if someone took him away against his will again, but what should or could he do if the one who chose to leave was q!Cellbit himself?, would he still want his husband to find him?

Didn't q!Cellbit himself say "together until the end" before they were thrown into purgatory? Roier ran to the ship with that in mind, credulously thinking that they would meet there after the earthquake and face whatever was next together.

After searching for him inside the ship he realized that q!Cellbit was not there, he began to ask for him more than once. He received no answer. q!Cellbit did not want him to go looking for him. We know it was to protect him. We know it, but q!Roier does not.

Then anger arises, a feeling proper to mourning, the "he left me, he abandoned me". It is not an anger born of hatred. It is an anger born of genuine pain from a wounded love. It IS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE intended to make q!Cellbit a villain in his argument or to invalidate the many, many reasons he may have had for deciding to stay on an island a million times worse than Quesadilla because they are all weighty, they are all justified but, why should q!Roier have to assimilate them just like that without being able to get angry even for a moment? He only knows that he was thrown back into loneliness, thrown by the one who swore to him in his wedding vows that he would never live anything like that again. And even if it was with every intention of saving his life that can't help that it hurts. It can't help but make him feel left out.

It is a natural response that he HAS A RIGHT to as he sees the love of his life left behind, with a high probability of dying, while he is left with no choice but to pick up the pieces that are left of him while everyone, and even his own husband, hopes that one way or another he will manage to move on.

He has the right to because q!Roier, above all else, is only a human, a human who has suffered, who has been betrayed, humiliated and stripped again and again of the people he loves. Seeing how when he seems to finally have happiness in his hands, it slips through his fingers like water. Boiling water that leaves his skin scalded.

[kaybreezy3000]

Do you think Five had anything with The Handler or women during his time on the commission?

I know that the Five of the comic differs a lot from the Five of Netflix, but still So I love both of them very much (they have their attractiveness). Also a panel in the Dallas comic, Five himself says: "but I was the best, I was subtle and the blood ran between my fingers like the sand of an hourglass. as did the women"

When it comes to my familiarity with the comic book version of Five, I hate to say it, it isn't that great. I have not read them, but I know somethings about them, and I love their much more feral version of Five.

That said, I think to answer your question, I need to break apart the show version verses the comic book version of Five Hargreeves.

Like you, I love the character so much too, and since you asked me my opinion on this, I have to say that prior to reading your quote from the comic, I didn't feel like Five fooled around sexually with The Handler while at The Commission and maybe not with anyone there. I did know that the idea of him and The Handler has been flirted with on the show, only I thought the attraction there was one sided, with The Handler toying with him, but more so to be cruel and demeaning, not to actually get in his cute old man pants. 😨😄

I actually have never written a fanfic that referenced them together sexually. I have mentioned the extreme forms of manipulation that she did to him that were mentally abusive and further served to crush his already tormented soul. I just didn't see the hard evidence on the show for anything with them further than that, but I am 100% not the authority on our favorite guy and I didn't know about that line from the comics, so please take what I say with a grain of salt. I'm not looking to upset anyone with my thoughts on this-they are just thoughts based on how I saw what the show gave us, nothing more.

To me, how Five looks at The Handler on the show was not in a way showing that he was attracted to her like that. I think she's very pretty and she's got confidence and style to the max, but she's so damn conniving and wicked it cancels all that out for me and I am not sure how he could see her otherwise either. The thought of being touched by her in that way, be it in love or merely lust, would probably make Five's skin crawl. He may have been deprived of love and inexperienced and horny as hell at that point in his life, but she'd probably been the last one he'd want to get with.

To me, Five seems to loath The Handler with every fiber of his being, and I don't blame him for it. She may have saved him from the apocalypse, but she also left him there (or the mutual agreement at the Commission was to leave him there-I don't remember that one for sure) until he was so broken and desperate that he'd have done anything to get out of there, and he did. He became a murderer for them. As Five spitefully said to her, (I think in season 2), "You made it to where I don't belong anywhere!" He was not happy about that and that's putting it lightly. She took something away from Five that broke him-maybe even worse than Reginald or his lifetime alone did. 😭 I'd think that kind of manipulation makes it hard to feel any sort of emotion for someone other than hate. He'd have probably rather never known what it was like to be with someone than be with her.

When it comes to Five at the Commission being a ladies' man who had 'women' running through his fingers like sands through an hourglass, I also don't write my stuff using that idea that he's been with anyone during that time at the Commision, but that doesn't mean I am right on that, and it seems the comic book version is totally going that way with him. For the most part, I used only the show version to base my stuff, but it makes total sense that Five would want to explore that sort of thing when he finally had a chance to do it. So, again, yes, I think Five totally could have done that and I am intrigued comic Five is played that way and now I'm looking at the show version in a new light and I may have missed some stuff.

Not that you asked, but the reason that I don't write Five having done that is as I said, I was looking at the show, and it's also pretty much based on ideas I got in my own head a long time ago because that Five is very, very messed up emotionally and he's super untrustworthy and has good reason to be. I always felt it would be near impossible for him to let his guard down and let himself be vulnerable to someone like that, especially at the Commission or with someone who was working there with him since they are an institution that is using him.

There were also things on the show that I noticed, and other people also picked up on and have posted about, that Five can be very jumpy about affection from others, at first when he comes back, I mean. I don't know if I am reading that wrong, but that idea was also another reason I never went with the idea he was with anyone while at The Commission. He was in a very dire situation while there and adding sex or love or whatever into while there could have made things all the harder for him to get back or just in general. He did let Luther carry him home drunk, so there was that, and later, we see him dancing with Lila and even in the new trailer we have him hugging her back, so Five is not opposed to being touched. We writers sometimes take small things about a character like aversion to touch and we run with them, and we aren't always right, but we do it to explore angsty storylines and look at real human problems that real people sometimes face due to trauma. Five stories with him being touch averse I think comes from all of this and it's all good with me.

When I do pair Five with someone, it's either before the Commission (like in my stories of alternate childhood stuff where he doesn't jump as early as he did on the show) or it's with tons of drama along the way that is based on him dealing with all sorts of quirks and fun kinks and crazy stuff that he needs to work out. I love pairing him romantically, but I just never did the take with him going there at the Commission. That said, I could bend my head to the idea that he was a big-time player, strutting around there all cocky after a series of seamlessly pulled off kills, using his scary reputation to impress people at the Commission so he could get laid. It's sort of hilarious to imagine that and also plays well into Five's impressive ego and probably why Gerad Way wrote him that way. That version of Five sounds so wild, and again, I need to read more of it.😄👍

Still, I love the idea of Five being a mega romantic and a little less hard like comic Five is, that being based on what we see of him with his heartbreaking goal of saving his family even if it kills him, and how he is with Dolores on the show, and with that, I like to think he'd be the type that wouldn't be with just anyone just for sex. He seems to have major feelings even if many write him very stoic and the comic book version comes off much more full of himself and borderline narcissistic (not all his fault-he was genetically altered with serial killer DNA in those). But if the comic book says he's a Casanova, then let's just say, it's a strong possibility Five is or was supposed to be played that way and that is huge stuff you just pointed out.

Maybe in a few weeks when the show airs we will get the real answers on this for the shows final take on Five, but something tells me we won't. I have a feeling they aren't going to say much more about Five finding love. I wish they would, because I want him to be happy no matter what that means and romance doesn't even have to have anything to do with it. They don't have much time to complete this story for us, so my bet is we aren't going to have flashbacks of Five's mysterious time at the Commission, or anything else being shown with him building a relationship with anyone in this kind of way. They might want to keep us wondering and I think that's smart writing that will work for everyone who loves him, those who ship him in relationships of the sexual kind, and those who don't.

Lastly.... (for those who want to look at these ideas a little more and maybe read some fanfics that explore them)

People I know have written some pretty compelling takes on this stuff you mentioned with and The Handler and their 'relationship.' And since you opened my eyes to comic book Five and his interests in the ladies, I am seeing more possibilities that he and The Handler's thing could have been a thing-thing. In one of these stories I am thinking of, the author did go with the notion that Five and The Handler were together in this manner, only it's some dark and very potentially triggering stuff, but the main idea in it still stands that when they wrote that, Five was not with her because he wanted to be. Basically, in the fanfic version I am refereeing to, he was very naive thanks to is extreme isolation, and The Handler was using sex to control Five and keep him under her thumb more than he already was. She essentially was trying to break him, and she did, and it was super sad. @Mangoshorthand -you will find the version of Five I am talking about here, and all I can say is, it is explicit stuff and read her warnings first if you are going to read that. It's not an easy read and wasn't meant to be, especially in the one she wrote that goes deep into this idea of them sexually linked. It's called, 'The Moth and the Spider,' and you can find it under her blog on her master list.

Another great fanfic writer @badkitty3000 wrote a version of Five that was sexually active with other women, (not The Handler), during his time at the Commission, and it's not nearly as traumatic stuff going for him as the story I mentioned above. Kitty's entire version on Five uses this idea that once he had the chance to find that kind of thing with a real person, he did only at first, he struggled bigtime with opening himself up in any other real sort of way with these people. It's all written very well and explores what figuring this stuff out was like for Five, being he was mentally not so much in a great place after his time in the apocalypse, he was a temporal assassin, he was a much older man that was still a virgin (at first) and dealing with major issues of all kinds. Her story, 'The Sexual Awakenings of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves,' is sort of the starter story to all her other stories with him, and there are many Five Centric stories under her A03 profile, and all are good stuff if you like to read about an older adult Five and what his life might be like after or before the things happening during the show go down.

So... yeah. Another long answer by me and I hope it gives you an idea of where my head is at with all this. Your question is great, and I could totally get on board with the bloody hands, sands of time, on the hunt for a good time, version of Five. Maybe he did get with the Handler in the comics and that was what he was alluding to there with that remark. Number Five is not against fighting dirty and he for sure had plenty of reason to want to stick it to her-pun intended. 🤣 I love to imagine him all sorts of ways, the more the better and the comics are why we got the show so I will always be grateful for them.

Thank you again for the ask and letting those of us know about that panel from the comic. It's very telling.

So.....

What do you think based on all this? I am genuinely curious and it's rare that anyone says much to these posts, so please do chat it up in the comments below if you feel comfortable sharing. ❤️

[bitterrobin]

rehashing the Damian-Tim-Dick dynamic (as it goes in canon) is soooo tiring but by god i'll do it. I NEED to explore all of those events from Damian's POV, because so many fics out here only portray Tim's side of things. And, not that Damian whump can't be well-written, but sometimes even Damian-centric fic delves too deep into helpless baby-child territory and doesn't explore the actuality of cult-indoctrinated child assassin with inherent issues around parents/legacy/family etc etc. Plus, the bonus of Taxonomy!verse being an AU with things a little tweaked means I can change things and include other characters that weren't in the canon proceedings.

Keeping Tim as Robin for a while longer and having him chafe under Batman!Dick provides just a little bit of leeway into Tim's deal with the mantle. He's growing up. Robin will always be his and always be important, but its not allowing him to do the things he feels he needs to do on his own (search for Bruce, intentionally isolate himself etc) And Tim's conflict with Damian doesn't change much anyway because it can pivot a little more into "I don't trust this kid with Robin and I don't think he can uphold the mantle the way it needs to be done" which blends easily into "Damian is not my family" and "I'm worried Dick is going to kill himself taking care of this bomb(child)/I'm terrified I'm not going to be enough this time save him and Bruce" and "screw it I have to save Bruce because only I can do it"

Including characters that aren't popular in wider fandom means fresh perspectives and interactions not previously explored. Bette provides a less grief-laden perspective among the many mourners and a detachment to wider Bat-lore provides an opportunity for her to connect to Damian in a way a character with prior opinions on Bruce/Talia/the League can't. Colin provides a similar-aged perspective on Damian in a sea of adults and teenagers, a view of life from another child just as wounded and yet still cared for in ways Damian wasn't, and a deeper connection to Gotham that Damian doesn't have. Calvin Rose willingly became a Talon, strived for greatness the way Damian once did but he ran and he kept on running - Damian can't leave. Rory Regan teeters on a razor's edge of forgiveness and death, the suit he wears is salvation and damnation, and he has a father's legacy he must uphold even when he questions it (the struggle of religion and the concept of sin). Chris Kent is...so much to explore there that I already made a post lol.

Damian is justified in being angry and bitter. (Not justified in violence towards others before you get me btw) But also Bruce really isn't his father. He didn't raise him. He flits in and out of his life and then he's dead. Theres no connection there besides Bruce yelling at him/ordering him/placing expectations. Talia didn't raise him either. They have a nervous connection that doesn't reach far enough to pull Talia out of her dazed and hurt state. They like (?) each other, but Talia can never look at him and not mourn the boy he isn't. Damian can't look at her and not scream "why did you leave me?" and "if I am so painful, you deserve a life where I don't exist." Bruce is the shadow that haunts Damian's world and Damian is Talia's open bleeding wound and Talia is the haloed mother he can never have.

[attroxx]

❛ @vialaviolenza said . . . "…where am i…?" From Umeko to Hikaru!! ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 ? hikaru is perched atop a rock, glancing down at the woman from his vantage point. she looks a little scuffed up . . . a few scratches here and there but otherwise fine. after getting a decent idea of the state of her he makes his way off the rock, landing at her side. his hand raises to rub the back of his neck, albeit a bit nervously. he'd simply been practicing new jutsu, stuff he'd picked up from the last town he'd stayed in. he hadn't seen her there !! closing the fan in his hand he sighs before leaning down and offering her a hand, begrudgingly.

❛ you got in the way of me tryin' to practice a new jutsu . . . didn't mean to knock you out. ❜ the jinchūriki huffs in annoyance, gesturing for her to take his hand. ❛ you gonna take my hand or what ?! i don't have all day. ❜

hurt / comfort meme. — accepting.

[sofasoap]

Come what may.

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka “Mini” MacTavish ) 

Summary: family life.

Warning: M rated. Talking of pregnancy and birthing. nothing major. swearing. You are responsible for your own media consumption. turn away now if this isn't for you. minors DNI.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background, while you are there, go read her wonderful CoD fics too!

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

König couldn't stop fidgeting.

What if she changes her mind? What if she doesn't want to be with me anymore? What if I am not the one for her? what if .... " She WILL turn up. Stop thinking so loud." " .. Sorry."

König and Simon standing by the altar, most of the guest already taking their seat now. Simon gave a light smack on König's back.

" You should have more faith in her. She chose you." König didn't miss the hidden meaning behind Simon's words. " Alright, everyone is in place, the ladies should be walking in soon." Soap walked in from the side, taking his place beside König and Simon. You two decided to have the wedding at König's home town.

" You sure Liebling? Didn't you say you want to have the wedding at your parent's farm once?" You shook your head. " Oma is too old to travel, she mentioned she always want to see her grandson getting married. it will easier if you have it at your home town." You patted his arm.

The door to the chapel opened. Pulling König back from this thought. The bridesmaids lead the procession. König's took in a sharp breath as he saw you walking in. You look ethereal. König heard a sniffle beside him, from his peripheral vision he saw Soap on edge of tears and Ghost elbowing him. Stopping in front of the altar, you look up to your husband -to-be through the veil, gave him a shy smile. He took your hand gave it a firm kiss. He swore in his heart, from that day onwards, he will protect you, treasure you, until the end. "Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz"

König paced up and down the corridor. You have been in labour for 24 hours and there's no sign of progression. "Any update?" Soap hand over a cup of coffee to König, who shook his head as he mumbled, " None. Your wife kicked me out and Rachel nearly tore my head off." Soap rolled her eyes, " You know not to piss them off by now." " Why is my wife tearing your head off." Gruff sound came from behind Soap. Ghost appeared with two paper bag in his hand. " Probably getting in their way. Ok, stop pacing König you are making me dizzy!" Soap said with exasperated tone. "Sorry." König finally sat down on the seat outside the room.

Passing the paper bag over, König and Soap took the food out and started eating the sandwich. Suddenly the door opens, König can hear you sobbing from the room. His anxiety level shot up again. He wants to comfort you, making sure you are okay. Rachel poke her head out, shooting König a look and warning tone.

" You got one minute. We have to operate on her soon, the baby is showing sign of distress." König ran towards your bedside. Your eyes were closed, with expression of pain, quietly sobbing. The nurse and Emma are preparing you for the surgery. König wish he could take the pain away from you, or suffer it for you. "Hey teddy bear.." opening your eyes slowly, hold your hand out towards him. König grabs it. You look utterly exhausted from hours of labour. He doesn't want to let you go. " I will be alright. Go wait with the boys. " Now you are comforting him. " But liebling..." " Go. I love you. Just think you will be meeting your child for first time soon. " You winced as another wave of contraction hits you. " You better get out of the way before Rachel threaten to tear your head off again. Not even Simon or Johnny can save you. " Emma warned as she came around the other side to put more drugs in. All three of the boys had been on the receiving side of Rachel's wrath. Simon's wife, Ex-New Zealand SAS Medical doctor, takes no nonsense from people. The two stubborn people met at you and König's wedding, and also to your surprise, soon after your brother and Emma announced their engagement. You were really happy your two brothers have found their happiness. " Alright, times up, out you go König." Rachel commented. " Don't worry. We'll take good care of her. " She added softly while patting on his back. Three hours later, you and König became proud parent to a healthy baby boy Alex John. ... and with Soap crying his eyes out again meeting his nephew for the first time.

Standing by the fence, König fidgets with his finger as he waits. " Sorry teddy bear, but can you please go pick the children up? Things are getting really crazy at work, I don't think I will be home until dinner time." König stiffens as he heard your request. " I know you don't like crowd, Alex can walk home by himself but Riley has to have someone picking him up..." Taking a deep breath König assure you he will complete the challenge task you ask him to do. So here he is, with other parents standing around whispering to each other as they eyeing him suspiciously. Bringing him bad memories of being bullied at school, it took a lot of constraint not to run away from where he is standing. " Pa? what are you doing here?" Alex appeared from the senior school side. König sighed with relief when he saw his son approaching. 16 year old Alex is nearly as tall as his father, from the look of all the girls and some of the boys gawking at him, he must be pretty popular at school. At least he has a happier time than me. König thought. " Your Ma is busy at work. She ask me to pick you two boys up." " Riley should be out soon." Alex look around for his brother.

" Da!!!!" Little Riley spotted his dad and ran towards him. Very hard to miss him in the crowd. König sweep up his younger son into a hug.

" Hello Mäuschen, had good day at school?" " Mmmhm! I'll show you what we drew in art class! Where is Ma?" " Busy at work. I thought three of us can go shopping for dinner tonight. Your Ma been working hard lately." König commented as they walk towards the car. When you came home later that night, you were greeted by the sight of three boys standing side by side, cooking dinner together. Little Riley standing on the stool his brother once used when he started learning to cook, chopping up fruits, while his older brother and father cooking food on the stove top. You smile at the sight. This is home.

"König." " Simon." " So. Your son and my daughter?" "... you got a problem with that?" " A few things actually." "" You two , BEHAVE."" " Well, this is interesting." " You too Johnny. Shut your mouth." "... yes hen."

Soap is a cry baby. They named their second kid Riley. after Simon. Don't worry, Alex carries his uncle's name as middle name. and yes with the age gap, Riley was a happy accident. And never piss the wives off. That's what three men learnt very fast. This is the end of König's route! might add in life drabbles here and there. but thank you for reading! any likes and comments and reblogs are highly appreciated :)

[rubykgrant]

Imagine RvB characters with superpowers. But just one each, like in RWBY or My Hero Academia. Could totally see Sarge being an unstoppable force, or Tucker being the center of attention, or Caboose being able to make things not work properly. Church splitting off parts of his psyche as clones. Maine having permanent copies of powers. Wash making a memory fog. Kimball having a speed buff for herself & others. Jax making videos of his memory. Just so many possibilities!

There are a handful of RVB Super Power AUs out there that are all very interesting (the two I'm more familiar with are the "Villain AU" by @smilysstuff , and "We Didn't Even Kiss Until Issue 26" by @cinaed . I've also seen some cool Spider-Man/Spider-Verse concepts from @leonardalphachurch and @donut-entendre ~)

You've got some cool super power ideas for them too! The characters are all so weird, it is easy to take the various talents or certain personality traits and turn them into super abilities, either ones that fit easily with them, or perhaps ones that seem like the "opposite" of what is typical.

If I was going to put them into a Super Hero setting, but maybe try to make it a little different from some of the others I've seen... I might put them in a Batman scenario! Except it doesn't totally follow the same formula... because NONE of these dudes are a billionaire playboy who is also a scientist and expert martial artist. So instead...

"Blood Gulch" is actually the name for a small area of the city (basically, Crime Alley), and through some random (or perhaps connected) events, a lot of people have had an unpleasant experience there... Church woke up with no memory besides his name and a few vague bits of info of his life. Tucker was attacked, and his child was kid-napped. Caboose lost his penny (everybody thinks this is stupid, but you don't understand; it was the GIANT penny!). Donut got nailed with a grenade. Grif got ran-over by a tank (followed by Simmons agreeing to give up some organs to try and save his life at a hospital, but when doctors insisted Grif wouldn't survive the surgery, Simmons followed a very shady tip that somebody from that area could help them both... and so Simmons got a back-alley operation, then woke up a Cyborg. Grif is OK). Sarge got shot in the head. Tex "died" for the first time, and discovered she doesn't STAY dead. A strange villainous voice seems to "haunt" the area, but is only ever heard when Doc is around. Nothing bad happened to Kai, but she got busted for throwing a rave in an old warehouse there once.

Not all of this happened on the same day or anything, but it sure is a COINCIDENCE that all these people hurt somehow in this general area, isn't it!? Anyway, Church meets Tucker after Junior got kidnapped, and despite seeming so unfriendly, he's the only guy that listens to Tucker's weird story (because the group that took Junior didn't seem... human). The cops won't help, and Tucker doesn't want to leave the city unless he has a lead, so... Church takes him to where he's been crashing.

Which turns out to be a HUGE mansion, that has sat abandoned for years. Church may be a hobo, but he's a hobo with standards (also, he seems to know all the combinations for the locks. wonder why). Eventually, they run into Caboose out on the streets, sobbing over his penny. He follows them around all night, and Church finally agrees to let him com back to their mansion. Once inside, Caboose's clumsiness and nonsensical luck allows them to discover SECRET PASSAGEWAYS! There is a whole underground lair below the mansion! With some very interesting (and suspicious) technology. Oh, and it seems to be OCCUPIED as well?

So, while all that was going on, Sarge has been running around Blood Gulch at night, being a weird vigilante about it (he still has his own shotgun, but after it got damaged, the thing doesn't actually fire anymore. instead, he carries it around for the AESTHETIC, and a lot of people in the city start rumors about a guy who has a gun he doesn't shoot for some "metaphorical" reasons, but it really isn't that deep; it broke, he doesn't want to throw it away, he can't afford to get it fixed, and he's too stubborn to just get a new one. on the plus side, various bad guys have gotten the idea that if they don't use guns, the vigilante won't shoot them, so everybody has gotten less lethal in general). Sarge also collects weirdos who have gone through their own odd incidents...

He likes the idea of having a cyborg on his team, and Grif seems to be good at... not dying? That comes in handy. Donut just kinda invited himself and stuck around. Sarge finds an abandoned robot one night, so now they have a robot! His speech functions are stuck on Spanish, but Lopez is very capable at just about any task (he will still complain the whole time). Sarge decides to call their group... The Red Hood Gang! He still wears the red hoodie he had on when he got shot when doing vigilante stuff (plus a mask, and other gear). They move into what they THOUGHT was an old cave system outside the city... and find it has LOTS of interesting tech inside!

When Church's group finds out the Reds are basically living in their basement and hoarding all the cool junk, and the Reds realize these guys have an upstairs with actual bathrooms and a kitchen, they proceed to have a whole war over who gets to keep everything. As they fight and claim certain things for themselves, one of the big computers comes online... and a strange, high-pitched voice who introduces himself as Vic starts giving them info and "advice" on how to find the people that have caused their problems. Begrudgingly, the two groups decide to work together (Church's team calls themselves Blue Birds, since the gear they get is blue, and themed after birds; also, they get a cool vehicle! Sheila is their Batmobile~).

So, now the Reds and Blues are all doing vigilante stuff. They still bicker with each other, but no longer enemies. Other people in the city do not know how to deal with these chaotic weirdos. They eventually meet up with Tex, and Grif's sister figures out what her brother is up to. Doc has a brief time being "kid-napped" by the :evil voice" as O'Malley tries to be a full-on villain like the Joker, but eventually he settles down, accepts that he's really part of Doc, and they other accept Doc is part of their group too. Tucker even gets Junior back, and Caboose finds his GIANT PENNY! Things seem to being well... but THEN-

A corrupt police force doesn't like all these vigilantes exposing their own criminal activity, and hire outside help of a special agent; Washington. He initially tries to very seriously solve some of the problems in the city, and when he gets framed for even BIGGER problems, he just has his own villain-moment, taking it out on the Reds and Blues... but they win him over. New vigilante hero! He moves into the mansion with the rest of them, but one night when they return, the place has a new guest; Carolina, who informs them that this is HER FAMILY'S HOME. She's been away, doing all kinds of cool secret martial arts training around the world (that's right, she's the REAL Batman~), and comes back to to find a whole circus moved in while she was gone?

She also explained that the underground caves were where he father once had a whole secret project going on, with people being part of several experiments that claimed to make them "super heroes", but those running the show had ulterior motives (some of them were selling tech to other groups, thus creating lots of criminals with a huge advantage). Wash had been part of this program, but like the Reds, he never knew about the mansion above ground or the connection to Carolina's family. Tex was part of it too, but she kind of forgot some of it. Church... well, it seems that one the plans of Carolina's father was to try and bring her mother back to life, and one attempt involved a sample from a supernatural pool of energy, which he tested on himself first. The result was Church (this is a bit like all the R'as al Ghul/Jason Todd stuff).

More Batman-tastic shenanigans ensue... meanwhile, over in Metropolis, all the Chorus problems are happening! Instead of a surviving child of Krypton coming to Earth, a ship containing the collective history and technology landed on the planet. In secret, a group has been slowly using the advanced tech for personal gain, and some people are also stealing it for themselves. Two sides of a "war" break out, each being manipulated into fighting because once they're all gone, nothing will stop a certain rich business man from taking everything for himself (Hargrove is basically Lex Luthor. Felix and Locus use lots of Krypton tech, and also have access to the temporary Super Serum that gives them small doses of powers).

Sorry, that was a LOT for a basic "Batman/Superman" AU haha

[jessy-the-martian-girl]

This is a story of Jessy meeting Luis for the first time. Set in the Remake-verse. ~5.4k words

Warnings: R-rated, mild description of sexual assault at early stage – groping, threats, victim blaming; nothing overly explicit, but still might be triggering, I guess? Oh, and a bit of foul language too.

Place: Paris

Time: 1998, late May or very early June; less then seven years prior to RE4 Remake events and about four month before Raccoon City

Summary: Jessy is on her French vacation. It was a gift “weekend tour” from her mother who dreamed that her daughter would “see the world” and not just roam the vicinity of the coastal town where their family settled twenty years ago after moving from Kaliningrad. That night she had a major disagreement with her potential fiancé. They broke up and Jessy stormed off into the night. And she ran into trouble. And Luis was just walking around the city after an uneasy conversation with his colleague and friend – and he just happened to turn up in the right place at the right time (by some miracle and author's whim).

Unexpected soundtrack: Vadim Uslanov - Night Rendezvous

«Stupid, but still funny trendy song» that I mentioned in the story.

Night Rendezvous

Tú que deseas mirar a otro mar Del color de la felicidad, Necesito que vengas conmigo. Que las noches de París tienen magia Noches de Acapulco, Chicasss

She must've gotten too lost in her own thoughts and hasn't noticed a pair of some guys following her... If only Jessy wasn't so unsettled by the way she was treated by someone who was considered almost her fiancé by all the relatives and acquaintances – she most certainly would've never found herself in the night streets of Paris dressed in rather tight midi skirt and a unseasonably light blouse.

At some point their sweet romantic date night went totally awry. In fact, it happened right after her gentle refusal to finally take their relationship to the next level. Jessy didn't feel like she was ready to have sex with this guy, but she almost gave in, yielding to the pressure of the stereotype: “if you've been dating for more than six months, and still haven't gone beyond hugs and kisses, then there's obviously something wrong with one of you”. And it's been ten months for them already.

She was never completely repulsed by her boyfriend's advances, even though she didn't feel ecstatic either. So Jessica didn't resist now, at the hotel room, as Eugene was trying to undress her and perform some kind of a foreplay. It was not only the lack of any desire aroused by his actions that bothered her, but a feeling of awkwardness and...

“Shame? Why am I ashamed?” Jessy gasped mentally, involuntarily pulling away from the greedy hands of her almost-fiancé.

- Please, don't... - she found her voice to say it aloud.

- What's wrong, Jay? - Eugene had quite a hard time switching from the anticipation of a pleasant evening to a not so pleasant conversation. - Come on, quit playing hard to get! Let's have some good time already!

- I'm... Not ready, - Jessica gently caught the playful hands of her potential partner and looked him straight in the eyes. - Sorry.

It was that moment that he burst with a bunch of accusations and reproaches. So Jessy quickly learned that she was a frigid pecker tease, who plays around too much, that she was trying to build herself up and that with such an attitude towards normal people she will end up as an old maid with forty cats. Eugene here, on the other side, positioned himself as a hero, a brave and selfless man who was willing to save her from such a fate – and spent almost a year of his life on that.

- I've been told that you were a weirdo, but I couldn't even imagine to what extent! - the man who initially wasn't unpleasant to Jessica at all, now seemed to have thrown off his mask, turning more and more into an ugly stranger with every vehemently spitted out word.

- You know, about that 'old maid' part – you spoke too soon as I'm only twenty two, - the brunette smiled wryly and began to fix her clothes, ignoring the further verbal jabs.

Jessy slightly adjusted her bra and blouse, pulled down her upturned and wrinkled skirt. Then she picked up her small ladies' backpack and, standing at the doorway of the hotel room, added, taking advantage of the fact that her (definitely) ex-boyfriend paused to catch his breath:

- Good luck finding the girl who would be excited enough about that gift bow on your dick to close her eyes to everything else.

Jessica didn't elaborate on that “everything” - she simply didn't want to become more like Eugene. The door softly closed behind her back and the small heels hastily clicked on the stairs indicating her retreat from the man who turned a complete stranger so fast, and from his evil sarcastic words too.

Jessy simply needed a little more time to figure out whether she really wanted to be with that man in every sense... or not. After all, she was not a prude or a devotee of «No ding-ding vithout a vedding ring!» approach. (a/n: Do you remember this film from 1993?) Besides, it was Eugene who seemed kinda strange to her, though he was not unpleasant and he didn't really try to coerce her into having sex until this night. And there also was that social pressure and her own family, stating that “everyone must be in the relationship”...

And now Jessy was genuinely glad that her mother, who presented her with this French tour, insisted on separate hotel rooms when she found out that Eugene was planning to join her girl on that short trip to Paris. Another reason for being glad was the one that started out as a mild disappointment: their check-in simply did not go according to plan. They were to stay on different floors in one hotel, but due to the heavy overbooking and some maintenance issues they were offered an option with two different hotels.

By some ridiculous coincidence there was only one single room left in every hotel available, and the staff flatly refused to put two people in such a room. Though Eugene tried to make a fuss for getting a double room or even some other options to stay closer to his girlfriend, he achieved nothing. Jessy had to calm him down and apologize on his behalf, partly out of concern that they will be shown to the door, but mostly because of her peaceful nature and her desire to resolve conflicts in the most polite way possible.

She even managed to convince Eugene that they should see the situation as an opportunity to compare living conditions in different places for their next voyage. So that they would know what to expect next time, basing on personal experience, and not some reviews from strangers on that online hotel reservation site. (a/n: Booking was online since 1996, so – why not?)

That's how they've ended up in different districts. And it was a great relief for Jessy now. Her hotel wasn't really far, at least for an experienced hiker like herself, so she just took off into the night.

She didn't even think that it wasn't the best time for a solo stroll or that in her state calling a taxi was a much better option. On her way Jessy submerged into mental conversation, trying to disprove harsh words that were thrown at her face by her ex-"fiancé".

She was really hurt by all those words, her calmness was just a mask she hardly held. And it has crumbled as soon as Jessica was one on one with herself, with only her thoughts and the night city to keep her company.

- Paris, "the city of love", they say? - she whispered and the thought has made her feel bitter, so the brunette tilted her head back a little, glancing at the night sky, partially obscured by clouds.

That simple gesture helped her to hold back tears that were coming as if by themselves, even with her realizing that their break up with Eugene was inevitable. The trip has just significantly accelerated the onset of this moment.

A gust of fresh wind gently ruffled her hair that got out of the low ponytail and caressed her burning cheeks, distracting and helping to slightly rearrange her thoughts. The same gust reminded Jess that she has left her jacket in her ex-boyfriend's room: she was so eager to get away from there, that she simply forgot about that piece of her clothing. And the girl definitely was not going back to retrieve the said jacket as she didn't want to make a false impression of "coming to her senses" and accepting all that was proposed to her.

So Jessy shook her head with a quiet sigh, wiped away the tears that spilled, and headed in the direction of her hotel — fortunately, the room key remained in her backpack.

~~~

After talking to Evie, who was flaming with righteous anger because another helpful over-the-counter drug they have developed and registered was discontinued before reaching the shelves, Luis felt an irresistible desire to clear his head. Her idea of speaking up against Umbrella was... unexpected, but still so her. Though he sincerely doubted that the idea would work out. The corporation was too powerful for a couple of ordinary researchers, even if they were declared "the best". Serra suspected that Umbrella simply will chew them up and spit them out without even really noticing any efforts to fight against it. They would be lucky if they were the only casualties – and Evie, unlike him, had a family.

When Orivia realized that she won't be able to convince her colleague and friend, she turned visibly upset. But still she stated that she understands his desire to not get involved and only asked him to keep quiet about her plans with any outsiders.

The untold “at least” was something that Luis almost felt with his skin, just like her disappointment in him that tingled unpleasantly somewhere in his chest. The crumpled and hasty goodbye only added to that feeling, but... It didn't make the young man to change his mind and plunge head-first into that dubious plan of the great confrontation.

With such a mood lingering, Serra found it a bad idea to come back to his small rental apartment right away. Instead he opted for a longer route, taking his time to feel into the ambiance of a very late Parisian evening, that was smoothly turning into the night. And because of that decision Luis has found himself at one place where he was most needed that night.

Although at first he thought that the noise he had heard from the alley was some kind of a roleplay, and he almost passed by. It was the third (male) voice with threats and a female protesting cry asking to let her go that made Luis change his mind and intervene. There was something off to the intonations of the voices that unpleasantly scratched the ear and absolutely did not fit into his first assumption about foreplay or some kind of bedroom game taken to public place. Though he was ready to apologize if he was to ruin the consensual fun for the trio.

~~~

Jessy has gotten lost, her "autopilot" hasn't worked this time. Mostly because she was too immersed in her not so positive thoughts. So when a hand landed on her shoulder, she did not have enough time to react and quickly found herself pinned against the blank wall of the alley by some guy whose breath slightly smelled of alcohol.

- Well, hello there, babe, - his voice didn't sound drunk though, it was hoarse and with a distinct note of anticipation in it. - Whatcha doin' here at such hour? Lookin' for me, aren't ya?

An excerpt from a stupid, but still funny trendy song involuntarily flashed through Jessy's mind. And it felt kinda suitable for the situation in total too, but inappropriate associations were quickly crushed by her common sense: to get out into a crowded place, if possible, was top priority.

Or at least to change the alignment and get more freedom of movement for herself, and less tension in this "free love seeker".

- It's so chilly and uncomfy here, - Jessy sincerely hoped that the tone of her voice has some resemblance to seductive or at least mildly interested one, and not terrified, as she really tried her best to keep her fear at bay. - How about we go to my place then?

- You think I'm dumb or what? - the man's voice got angrier and the grip on his victim's shoulders got even tighter. - I know those girly tricks you lot are capable of!

"Well, that definitely didn't go as planned..." - Jess slowly bit the inner part of her lip to switch her attention and not to start panicking.

She remembered how her brother and his friend had taught her the basics of self-defense and told her that showing fear to any attacker is almost always a pretty bad idea, unless it's done for deception. And now she still had two more options to try out, though both were rather gross.

Unfortunately, the lesser gross option was excluded almost immediately - by appearance of this "seeker's" pal, seemingly out of nowhere. And that option couldn't possibly work against two offenders.

- Wow, what a chick you got there, buddy. Mind sharing? - the newcomer grinned with exaggerated joy, eloquently playing with a switchblade, and added, with his eyes greedily moving over the caught girl's body. - Don't make a fuss, just please us, pretty!

- You just lured us in, dressed up like that and wandering all alone!

Two offenders went on with exchanging dirty remarks, sharing their opinions about the looks of their "prey" and fantasies about what they would do with her. And Jess froze, gritting her teeth, realizing that her body refused to perform the third and the last option she had in mind as an escape plan. She also knew that she would definitely not be able to fight off two attackers at once. Even if it was not for the knife, they were bigger and physically stronger.

And even if she could break free of the hands still firmly keeping her in place, she won't be able to run off because of not knowing where to run. Her skirt was only a mild inconvenience (a/n: “Who runs faster – a girl with her skirt up, or a man with his pants down?”), just like her low heeled sandals, but it was against her too.

The prospect of being driven into some dead end, with possible consequences to that, has made Jessy feel nauseous. The fear started to creep in despite her best efforts to remain calm.

Her breath hitched and her body stiffened under the greedy touches as one of the attackers got to her breasts and the other pulled her skirt to her waist, reaching between her legs. With the knife at her throat and a grim promise to shut her up permanently if she as much as tries anything, there was not much room left for any resistance on Jessy's behalf.

But before those creeps did anything more than groping, the brunette felt the grip on her shoulder loosening and she tried to break free, but she only got a long shallow cut on under her chin.

- No! Let go of me! - she cried out in pain and once again desperately tried to get away from her offenders, but to no avail.

The whole situation started to get really scary. Those two didn't even try to hide their faces and there was just enough light from the moon and a few street lamps for Jessy to see some rather distinctive scars and tattoos. She tried not to think of a worst case scenario with her never getting back home.

All her efforts now resulted only in a light slap in her face – more humiliating than a real punishment, like a warning of sorts, - and a hand of one of the offenders was now clutching her hair rather painfully. The girl forced herself to freeze again. She tried to breathe evenly to cope with the rising fear and disgust caused by the touch of those sweaty hands on her body. Jessy hoped that the lack of her resistance after the first — unsuccessful — attempt would make those two more at ease. And that would give her another chance to try and escape.

Suddenly, a new (and rather pleasant) voice with a slight accent was heard from the entrance to the alley, not too far from the trio:

- It looks like señorita doesn't want your – ahem – advances.

- And who the fuck are you to tell? It's none of your business.

- Get lost, scum, while you still can!

Both attackers spoke at once, too irritated by this uncalled interference – they didn't really want any witnesses. Then the guy with the knife left the victim at the hands of his accomplice and lunged towards this unexpected defender, aiming to strike at his neck. The newcomer didn't run off, but he barely dodged the first attack. It was pretty obvious that he was unaccustomed to close range combats. Luckily for him he's only gotten a shallow cut on his left cheek, and the inertia played its trick on the attacker making him stumble past his target.

- ¡Mierda! - the young man cursed, hastily wiping away the drawn blood.

He had to step aside to avoid the next attack of his opponent, and then he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the girl seemingly unfroze. She shifted her feet and, twisting, swiftly moved her knee into the crotch of that would-be rapist still holding her.

That bastard howled in pain and let go of the girl, clutching his hurt and the most precious part of the body instead. His pal got distracted by those screams and that left him open to a counterattack. It was an opportunity that Luis (and – yes, it was him) didn't miss. He blocked the hand with the knife and punched the aggressor in the nose with the base of the open palm. And finally, he wholeheartedly stomped the heel of his boot on the rise of that bastard's foot.

Luis knew that such blows did not need much force, but tend to hurt like hell and usually cause a lot of blood. And seeing stars actively prevents anyone from running somewhere or after someone. Adding a fracture of the metatarsal to the picture does not contribute much to ability of running fast too. And Luis also was aware of how not to hit if there was no intention to kill another. Even with the fact that self-defense was legitimate, it would not be pleasant to be held responsible for disproportionate response. As well as to go through the trouble of proving the legality of one's own actions and the absence of "provocation" on your own part.

Anyway, after disabling an overzealous knife lover, Serra quickly moved towards the damsel he was rescuing, grabbed her hand and commanded:

- Run!

Jessy just nodded curtly, hoping desperately that she wouldn't twist her ankle. After all, her sandals were more of a compromise between "pretty" and "comfortable", therefore, not too suitable for running. Nevertheless, she once again pulled her skirt higher with her free hand, briefly appreciating the lack of any comments on the view of her knees (even if there still was an eloquent look at said view). And then she trusted her unexpected savior, her brave knight, to lead the way.

~~~

Luis was pretty familiar with the city. It has become his personal "thing" to carefully study the territory where he would be staying for quite a long time - and his contract assumed that his affiliation with the 6th Laboratory would be quite long. Unless he pays off the grant provided to him for his study by Umbrella. Anyway, thanks to that knowledge of the location, he was now leading the victim of assault to a safer place, winding through narrow streets along a route known only to him.

When he made sure that the chase was not breathing down their necks any longer, Luis slowed down and took a careful look at the girl he rescued. Her youth was obvious - and it was highly unlikely that she was older than himself. (a/n.: oh, but she was older, for a year and three weeks, darling 🤭 they're 21 (Luis) and 22 (Jessy))

Despite what she's just been through, this dark-haired girl remained outwardly calm. She wasn't crying or trying to throw herself on her savior. The only things that betrayed her current state were her icy fingers that still clutched Luis' hand and noticeably trembling shoulders.

They've finally stopped near some bridge. Serra involuntarily rubbed his left cheek with his free hand and hissed at the unpleasant sensations. He completely forgot about the cut he had gotten earlier.

- I have peroxide in my backpack, - the stranger's voice also trembled a little. - But only that and some cotton pads, unfortunately.

- That's quite enough, - Luis smiled carefully, mindful of the cut this time, and with a half bow waved his hand towards the parapet of the bridge where lighting was better. - Would you please do me the honor, mi bella señorita?

- How could I refuse to help such a brave knight? - girl's uncertain smile showed that she did appreciate his attempt at chivalry.

The brunette soaked a few cotton pads with peroxide and carefully blotted the cut on Luis' cheek, washing off partially dried blood. Her touch was really soft and gentle. Her expression quickly turned to one of concentration.

- The cut is rather shallow, but it still may leave a scar...

Luis barely kept from grimacing as the wound began to tingle. To distract himself from the sensations, he turned his attention to studying the face of the girl he rescued. Soft lines, a small furrow in her brows, dark hair pulled into low ponytail with a few loose strands, her eyes that seemed almost brown under the rather dim light... And then Serra saw the cut on his rescuee's face.

- Looks like you could use some first aid too, - he gently touched her chin near the cut, and showed the blood remaining on his fingertips. - May I?

- Vot kozly, - judging by the tone, the girl definitely swore in a language unfamiliar to him, but that was all, as she fell back into the role of a fair lady right away. - If it's not too much trouble for you, my knight in shining armor.

Quite by chance they also discovered some leftovers of the medical tape in the girl's backpack, and she offered Luis a makeshift band-aid for his cut. He refused, saying that “the scratch” didn't need that much attention. Instead they've used this idea to dress a cut on the girl's chin and neck. During the procedure Serra only marveled at the girl's spirit: there were no hysterics about ruined looks, no real attempts to pull away from his hands. She was not even complaining about some bloodstains on her light blouse. The girl just grimaced with light annoyance upon noticing that fact and waved it off as something absolutely insignificant.

After returning the favor, Luis found himself still wanting to do something nice for this stranger.

- How about a short tour of the night city to smooth out the negative impression? - he suggested all of a sudden, and recited slightly rephrased line from a recent song that stuck with him. - Que las noches de París tienen magia...

And Jessy agreed, to her own surprise. She didn't feel threatened by this new acquaintance and metaphorical ants in her pants were in combined effect with the adrenaline rush after their recent run, making her itchy for some action. In addition, Jessica was well aware of how her brain works and that if she was back in the safety of her hotel room all by herself this soon, she could have a nasty emotional breakdown.

It would be quite understandable, considering all the events of this day, but it wasn't something the girl was really looking forward to. And an interesting walk could help with preventing such extensive reaction.

Meanwhile her hero took off his jacket without any hesitation or words, and draped it around the girl's shoulders. It surprised her - Eugene has never been so considerate, instead he was more likely to lecture her on how she should have thought in advance and dress accordingly to the weather.

Such gesture from the man she has just met was something new in her picture, and Jessy simply accepted this unexpected care. Especially when the brunette realized that she's still shivering because of the chilliness of the night and the stress.

The jacket was a little oversized for Jessy, with sleeves just a bit too long. It slightly smelled of cigarettes and still kept the warmth of another body. The girl slipped her arms into the sleeves, carefully wrapping herself into the jacket to preserve the lingering warmth.

The short tour turned out quite long... And extraordinary too.

At first, Jessy was still somewhat wary of her self-proclaimed tour guide, ready to bolt if he suddenly went out of boundaries and tried to do something inappropriate. But he behaved decently: he kept his hands to himself, did not make lewd comments or suggestions, and, of course, he did not try to drag her into dark alleys — and the girl finally relaxed.

By silent agreement, they did not ask or give names - simply sticking with "sir knight" and "mi bella señorita" instead. Luis was showing his companion still wrapped in his jacket those places that he himself has got interested in over his exploration of this city - either by history or aesthetics. And most of those were not to be found in any of the tourist guides. And Jessica didn't just listen to his stories with keen interest, but asked questions too. Sometimes she even could add something of her own - some small details that Serra didn't know about yet. Even if it was the "I've read somewhere/I've heard" kind of details.

Yet the most striking thing for both of them was the feeling that they seemed to be "on the same wavelength" - and saw the world around them in the pretty similar light. There was no need to explain any jokes or occasional associations, or to frantically try to fill the silence. Because even silence didn't feel strained, it was more on the comfy and appropriate side. No one in their right mind would expected such a match from two strangers brought together by mere luck and a chain of events.

The lights of the Eiffel Tower had long since gone out when they came to a small cozy cafe that was still working that late. Luis, after brief consideration, invited his fair lady for a late snack.

- Just so you know, their profiteroles taste the best, and there's a nice variety of fillings too, - the Spaniard almost whispered that with a conspiratorial smile, leaning closer to the girl's ear. - My treat.

Jessy, of course, hesitated and even felt a little embarrassed, but the temptation outweighed, pushed by her curiosity and hunger. Besides, she suspected that in the time remaining from her trip, she simply would not be able to find this place on her own. And she did not sense any dangerous or inappropriate subtext, as if the treat was to come only with some conditions. Besides it was nice to feel like a "beautiful lady" who is being courted by such a pleasant gentleman, even if it was only for a while. It turned out to be the best cure for everything that fell on her that night, starting with a rude breakup.

And after either a late dinner or a very early breakfast (which was not only delicious, but rather pleasant), this gray-eyed knight escorted Jessica to her hotel, where they have said their goodbyes.

- Thanks... For everything, - Jessy suddenly took a step back and tried to perform a curtsy.

The move turned out rather clumsy, and with her tight midi skirt it looked somewhat strange, but it still fell right into the mood of their unusual meeting-excursion.

- At your service, - the Spaniard flashed her a genuine smile, and, also trying to maintain the overall mood of the night, planted an old-fashioned kiss on the hand of his bella señorita.

After that the girl, with a shy and grateful smile, returned the jacket to her brave knight and went into the hotel. And Luis went to his rented apartment, which by a strange coincidence turned out to be not too far from there. He still hoped to catch a couple of hours of sleep before his day starts.

But he already had a plan in mind: to try and arrange another meeting with this girl next evening. Just to make it more modern, with proper introductions. She intrigued him – including with how easily and smoothly she had picked up his game of a noble knight and a fair lady.

Unfortunately this plan didn't get a chance to come true as first thing after Serra got to the Lab in the morning was an unpleasant surprise. It was an order for his transfer to a group of scientists directly involved with the Nemesis project. As Luis was reading through the documentation he now had access to, he felt growing panic and nausea rising in his throat. Everything that was supposed to be a mean to find a cure for their local “madness” had been distorted and was about to be put into production of bioweapons.

Serra only hoped that his face didn't betray the way he really felt about this project. He had that sinking feeling that if he was to express his disagreement openly, he would never leave this lab complex again. Luis had a few moments of silently questioning Umbrella's true motives before – as he was no fool. When he was only a researcher it was much easier to come to terms with his own conscience. Or to turn a blind eye on how the results of his research could be really used. And his scientific curiosity took the best of him at times, of course, but the prospect of direct involvement with the bioweapon production was the literal last straw for him.

Having somehow worked through the day, and discreetly slipped several significant errors into his data, the Spaniard returned to the rental apartment. He quickly collected the essentials for his escape and in a few hours went to hitch a ride out of town. From there Serra had a long, presumably dangerous and not always comfortable journey ahead of him. He knew he had to find a place where the hands of this corporation would not reach him. Some place safe to lay low. Perhaps he'd even... have to go back to where he fled several years ago: to the ashes left from his grandfather’s house. At that moment, he totally forgot both about the necessity to work a few more years for Umbrella, and his plan to try and meet that girl again.

Although when he finally remembered about the plan, he realized that he was rather glad that his name remained unknown and that they did not show up with that señorita anywhere to be seen by many people or surveillance cameras.

“At least there’s less chance that Umbrella will find her and try to use her somehow, - Luis tried to comfort himself as a random car was driving him towards the next point of destination. - And our disagreement with Evie comes in handy too. Now they won’t suspect her. And I’ll just try to vanish from their sight. My only regret now is that the main database could not have been compromised..."

~~~

And at the same time Jessy was already packing. She got lucky enough to exchange her ticket for an earlier flight as she really didn’t look forward to endure the company of her ex-boyfriend on her way back. The girl slightly regretted that she has never asked the name of her brave knight in shining armor, who showed her a rather interesting side of Paris. She definitely wouldn't mind meeting with him again or getting to know him better.

For now the brunette was preparing for the storm: she knew that she would have to fight off collective lectures about her breakup with Eugene, including “how could you miss such a guy” and “you'd better set your standards lower” statements among everything else.

But Jessy also knew that the memories of the second part of the last night would be enough moral support for her not to succumb to this social pressure anymore. That amazing state of being “on the same wavelength” with a person was unconditionally accepted as the “minimum standard” of a closer relationship for her.

Even if it meant that she would indeed remain an old maid with a bunch of cats.

07/27/2024

[familyromantic]

(Submission)

I'm devastated I can't ramble on forever about my number one incest OTP Klaus/Elijah because there are already a couple of gifsets of them on this blog, but after trying to think of what other ships I have that could fit the criteria, I remembered a pairing I haven't thought about in a while but wish was more popular.

Johnny and D'avin Jaqobis from Killjoys. 

gif source: @anissagraces on Tumblr

To sum up their dynamic - they have a complicated and somewhat rocky history, but their loyalty is unwavering no matter what. They bicker and mess with each other constantly but will go the ends of the galaxy to protect each other.

A quick intro to the show - The three main characters are Dutch, Johnny and D'avin. They work as bounty hunters, known as Killjoys. 

D'avin and John were estranged for 8 years before reuniting at the beginning of the series. They were very close as children, only having each other to rely on growing up in an abusive household. Until D'avin ran away and joined the army when he was 17 and disappeared out of John's life without a word, not to be seen or heard from again until the events of the pilot.

John harbours a lot of anger, resentment and distrust towards D'avin for abandoning him, but still doesn't hesitate to risk his career, his friendship with Dutch and his life to save him when he hears there's a kill warrant out on him. He steals Dutch's ID to take D'avin's warrant without official clearance and sneaks off to prevent him from being killed by another Killjoy. Dutch follows him and together they work to find out who put the kill warrant out on D'avin and get it lifted. Despite them going rogue, mysterious orders from high up clear John and Dutch and D'avin is recruited to their team. 

As the season goes on, the brothers work to slowly repair their relationship and rebuild trust as more is revealed about why D'avin left, why he didn't contact Johnny and what he's been involved in that made someone want him dead. 

On to why I ship them, headcanons etc. Aside from that I'm a simple bitch who'll ship just about any two (or more) pretty boys (and/or girls) especially ones who have fun banter and a slightly crazy level of devotion for each other - if you look at things through a shippy lens, there's a decent amount of fodder there to build off.

Firstly, sexuality is depicted as pretty fluid in the Killjoys verse. Though they're both ostensibly straight, they both have occasional moments that could be read as interest in guys or at least openness to the possibility. Bisexuality seems pretty common and casually accepted in their culture, so it's not too far-fetched to imagine that in the right circumstances either or both of them could develop an interest in a man, or at least be willing to seduce one for a mission if nothing else.

Their dynamic is complicated and layered - they have mutual feelings of admiration and almost hero worship, mixed with an oftentimes juvenile sibling rivalry. They each look up to and idolise the other in different ways. D'av envies that doing the moral thing seems to come naturally to John while he struggles with bad, impulsive choices. Johnny regards D'av as more like a father to him than their actual father.

I don't really have any strong shippy headcanons about them; generally I'm the sort of person that likes my headcanons to be somewhat realistic and plausible, and obviously it would take a fair bit of tweaking from canon to get them to a place of developing romantic feelings for each other that isn't totally OOC.

However, what else is fandom for? It's mentioned that Johnny's first kiss was with their cousin, and neither of them seem to have had many friends or been very close to anyone other than each other while growing up poor on a harsh and small, isolated planet with their abusive, alcoholic father. Perhaps in an AU where they never left Telen, it would be easier to imagine lines getting blurry.

Or perhaps pile some more trauma, loss, isolation (and booze) on them and a codependent, dysfunctional 'turn to each other for comfort because no one else could understand' situation could unfold. (my predicative text wanted unfold to be unfortunately, which is fair lmao) 

Then there's the 'not really canon but the Vibes are Vibing' pseudo-poly thing they have with Dutch. She and John have a platonic soulmate thing where he considers her a sister, albeit with the occasional hint, particularly in a flashback to how they met, that he might harbour some romantic feelings for her deep down. John is not happy at first when Dutch and D'av become romantically interested in each other.

John: Dutch is family too. Meaning, don't plow our sister. D'av: Remind me, was that on the Jaqobis family crest?

He claims he's not jealous, it just feels awkward that "it's like my brother is banging my sister" but it's easy to interpret a bit of jealousy and possessiveness from John towards both of them.

While it never truly goes there in canon, no matter how many times they claim they're not a throuple, they can't shake the reputation, so there's a lot of building blocks for shipping any combination of the three.

gif source: (99+) KILLJOYS 5.04 (2019) – @swallowedabug on Tumblr

The family dynamics only get more complicated in as the show progresses, when an enemy-turned-reluctant-ally, her girlfriend who Dutch was cloned from and D'avin find themselves the surprise parents of a rapidly aging child with enhanced abilities.

source: https://www.tumblr.com/booasaur/176364392675/killjoys-4x02?source=share

In 5x01 when their memories are altered and they believe they are strangers, they very quickly fall into their typical snarky bickering and roughhousing, with the addition of John commenting to Dutch after D'avin bests him in a fight with one stealth hit

John: Okay, yeah. I see what you see in him. That's straight-up sexy.

Granted, he doesn't remember D'av is his brother at this time but it's very funny when contrasted with Dutch, who starts to remember their real lives the moment John kisses her and it feels wrong. Whereas John, for all he calls her his sister, didn't have any problem believing the false memory that she was his wife, and immediately calls his brother 'sexy' and 'handsome' as soon as they meet.

There's another scene in season 5 where Dutch and D'av are trading innuendo-laden banter while trying to escape from zipties, and despite protesting that he doesn't want Dutch to talk about his brother while they're pressed against each other in handcuffs, he also quips "'Johnny' is my safeword." Hmm, D'av, I think most people wouldn't even joke about saying their brother's name during sex, but you do you.

There's probably at least a couple more examples of Totally Normal and Not At All Weird things to say to/about your brother that I'm forgetting since I've only watched the show once at the time it aired.

But now, on to the shippiest moment, the pièce de résistance, the holy grail of brocest ship fanservice, rivalling Supernatural for sheer 'wtf I can't believe the writers went there' energy.

I already low-key shipped them, both on their own and in an OT3 with Dutch, but mostly due to just being a huge slut for multi-shipping. Nothing had really inspired me to give them all that much thought as a ship, until an episode that I can only assume was the work of a dedicated incest shipper breaking into the writer's room and replacing the script with fanfic.

In 4x02 John gets badly injured and to save his life D'av has no choice but to infect him with Green Plasma - an alien parasite that gives people enhanced healing, strength and reflexes, but also erases their emotions and turns them into sociopathic killers called Hullen. 

source: https://www.tumblr.com/librathefangirl/759257136932028416/whumpgifathon-day-19-relationships-what-is?source=share

I was already feeling spoiled by all the D'avin worried sick and tenderly cradling an injured Johnny, and then it turns out the whumpy goodness was only scratching the surface of the ship fodder.

When John wakes up we get this... interesting scene.

 A newly Hullenized Johnny first attacks D'av, throwing him against a wall and choking him, then laughs and thanks him for the 'upgrade of awesome' with a kiss.

https://x.com/Killjoys/status/1023346674134147072

  On the lips.

Sure, closed mouth and like 1 second long, but there's a weird intensity that doesn't exactly give off wholesome familial vibes.

I have so many questions. 

Like, is Johnny still mostly himself and just acting a little manic with relief to be alive, exacerbated by the effect of the Green Plasma? Or is the real him already almost gone and he's simply intentionally acting weird and creepy to unnerve D'avin?

Presumably it is meant to be one of those interpretations and not that he's secretly always wanted to kiss his brother and the Green lowered his inhibitions enough to do it, but hey, the third option's much more fun! ;)

But seriously, even one of the writers (or directors? someone involved with the show anyway) pretty much said in a tweet that (paraphrasing) the kiss wasn't really necessary to the plot but they couldn't resist throwing it in as a jokey shiptease. Unfortunately I cannot for the life of me find the damn thing because twitter's search function is terrible, nor a screenshot anywhere because the fandom is pretty small. 

Oh, and that's not even all. I genuinely completely forgot about this bit (I guess because I still can't believe it actually happened) until I was trying to track down the half-remembered tweet and saw some comments reminding me that they continue the joke to an even more unhinged extreme in a later scene in the same episode.

D'avin says he'll find a way to cure Johnny after they escape the planet, and John smirks and cocks an eyebrow in what can only be described as a lascivious manner and asks "Like you cured Sabine?"

So, important information to know - D'avin is immune to the Green and his system repels it. This ability can be temporarily passed on to others via transfer of bodily fluids, which he inadvertently discovered the previous season while having sex with Hullen spy Sabine. To put it plainly - when he came inside her it made the Green expel itself from her body.

D'avin hastily protests that's not what he meant but Hullenized John continues to taunt him

...and despite his freakout, D'avin concedes he would fuck him to save him from being permanently Hullen if he had to.

And his choice of phrasing?

source: selecting a bagel (tumblr.com)

So. Many. Questions.

(Like were the writers on crack, for a start.)

Why, of all things Hullen Johnny could have done or said to mess with D'av and push his buttons, did he go with a kiss on the lips and sexually charged taunts, all the way up to pretty much straight-up propositioning him?

Now, he does knock him out and kidnap him a moment later, so the conversation did serve as a distraction technique, but again, there were surely less weird ways to distract him.

And D'av's response that he would if he had to - how serious was he being? Now, John's already drugged him at this point, which probably goes a long way towards explaining the flippant way he says it - but it's intriguing to wonder, could he really bring himself to do it if it really was the only possible cure? And how would they deal with the aftermath?

From the extreme fanfic-y end of the scale - where Hullen Johnny is exposing real hidden desires, to the less exciting and presumably intended option - that he's simply making the most shocking and abhorrent suggestion possible for the sadistic amusement of seeing D'av squirm - there's so many fascinating angles to consider and explore.

Headcanon-wise, I think my interpretation lies somewhere in the middle of the scale - that there's some genuine interest/curiosity/desire on John's part in that moment, but it wouldn't normally be there. With the Green rendering John unable to feel an emotional attachment to D'av as his brother and removing his capacity to have a moral objection to incest, all that's left is the objective potential for purely physical attraction and no reason not to express it if it's there. Given that he has commented on D'av's objective attractiveness a few times, that explanation makes sense. And it's hilarious to imagine them having to spend the rest of their lives in the quiet knowledge that he'd totally be down to bang if they weren't brothers and they both know it lol.

I've reminded myself of why I'm sad they're such a small/rare pairing, and already halfway convinced myself to start work on contributing the 9th fic to their pairing tag on Ao3, so I'll end it here. What else could top a canon scene of brothers actually pondering the question of what they'd do in a Fuck or Die scenario (well, a Fuck or Stay an Alien Slime-Controlled Emotionless Killer Forever scenario) and coming down on the side of 'welp, ya gotta do what ya gotta do'.

Actually, I'll chuck in one more gif that does a great job of summing them up - being the most stereotypical 'still have the mentality of 12 year olds when it comes to annoying each other' brothers ever, with an added dash of the occasional bit of slightly weird, almost flirt-adjacent dialogue.

source: dailykilljoys

Thanks for reading my ramble about two of my fave dumb boys, hope you enjoyed!

  Ok, one last thought - I'm going c r a z y trying to figure out what exactly he was even supposed to have meant by the exact word choice of "I'd wreck you." After seeing it again, I'm wondering if he was just saying with conviction that he'd do it without question (and do it thoroughly!) if he couldn't find any other way.

Because my first reaction was to interpret it as him suggesting he wouldn't do it, and was warning him to drop the subject, and he meant 'wreck' in a dumb, macho, bragging way like 'Oh, you think you could handle me but there's no way you could take it, so good thing this is only hypothetical because my dick's so big and/or I'm such a wild animal in the sack, I'd hurt you.'

Or could it have even been a dumb, macho bragging thing in the other direction, like 'I'd fuck you so good it'd blow your mind how much you'd love it and I'd ruin you for sex with anyone else'?

Or was it just the knockout gas making him delirious? A bit of all of the above? 

Who knows.

Who. Knows.

It was totally option three and you can't change my mind 😁