#World of the Coinless Jason Scott x World of the Coinless Tommy Oliver

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Sappy sentence Come lay with me. I want to hear your heart beat. + Lord Drakkon/Coinless Jason

This is a little bit like cheating, but I'm trying to close out Pride Month with a few more than started with.

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More smutty shenanigan's.

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Why does this sound familiar???

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couple headcanon prompts: expressing love/bad date/soulmates and Tommy/Jason or Coinless Jason/Drakkon?

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Both. Both is Good.

Expressing Love:

Training together, performing weight challenges, running and running along the ocean from the first traces of morning light until they stop because one caused the other to laugh and trip or tumble over each other like bear cubs in a play fight wrestling match.

Sometimes it's with soft touches when the other isn't expecting in; after a bad battle, or a long fight, or a disagreement where neither of them were really right. Forehead touches and hugs from the back.

Bad Date:

They really have been fortunate not to have more than one--and that was mostly the result of placing an appointment at a really fancy restaurant and showing up after a torrential downpour had resulted in them both becoming sopping wet. The hostess wouldn't let them in when they started dripping water all over the lounge and then some assholes started slinging homophobic slurs their way in that tone and way that reminded Tommy of some shitty foster homes he'd been in.

They ended up gong back to Jason's place to change and just passing out in his bed together after drying off and wrangling some clean sleepwear out of his drawers that weren't too small from all the muscle that Jason could never seem to keep up with when buying clothes.

Soulmates:

One of the lovely rare soulmate types where an injury sustained by one is marked across the other in flowers or weeds. If the injury is like a broken bone or deep laceration that requires stitches, the flowers are permanent like tattoos. If the injury is a graze or a bruise or a nick, the weeds bloom and dry up. Keeping the buds in little mason jars and presenting them to the other soulmate on confirmation of the soul-bond is considered the height of romance.

Jason had a mason jar full of dandelions, daisies, thistles, ivy, and snowdrops that he handed to Tommy the second he saw a rosewood blossom tattoo along his shoulder in the same place Jason once had his dislocated. And Tommy actually cried until he's teleported to his home and back to give Jason the little tin he'd managed to hold onto in the group home; full of chicory and red sorrel.

Expressing Love:

Egregiously mocking pet names, aggressive fondling, pressing each other up against a wall at the first chance.

Ordering a literal feast in Jason's honor is sometimes something Drakkon will do, just because. But only after he's had Jason on a steady diet of too dry or too wet oatmeal and skim milk for two weeks; so Jason will actually eat the food like a starving animal instead of knocking off the table like a huffy cat.

Bad Date:

Could the entire time in which Jason was entombed inside the full-body prison while Drakkon cooed flirtations and lewd fantasies at him for a full year before getting bored and commissioning an entire wing of the palace to keep Jason before letting him out to perform head games and "proper courtship" qualify as a prolonged date?

Soulmates:

In a bit of insane irony, these two have the soul-tie in which one is unable to physically harm each other. Which makes for quite the party trick when Jason gets out of his prison cell and manages to knock out all the sentries coming for him and Drakkon can't do a thing about it except stalk him and remind Jason that he can still catch his cute little mouse.

Of course this sucks for Jason when he is caught and he can't kick, snap, or bite like he would be pleased to do. Especially when Drakkon pins him down to stick his tongue down his throat and make it pretty obvious from the line in his suit at the crotch that such activities are just a warm up.

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wip wednesday: no lie, this feels a tiny bit like a trap, but...hm.

A Momentous Occasion – Drakkon, Red, Prime Tommy Oliver, Prime Jason Scott, Prime Billy Cranston, Prime Matthew Cook, Coinless/Red Sentry Eugene Skullovitch. It’s a holiday celebration with our quad and the throuple….

lol this is a little long but I'm excited to show you what I have on this one :)

“You know…all those years ago, when you first took a shine to me,” Eugene began softly, “I was utterly terrified of you even if I never showed it. Why me? What was it that drew you to me in a manner that wasn’t all rage and hate?”

Red looked thoughtful as he searched the recess of his old ‘canine’ mind, his dark eye staring at the deep veining in the wood of the picnic table. He vividly recalled the fury that consumed him whenever a Red Sentry was in his line of sight, those lucky souls only spared from his jaws if Drakkon was present to bring him to heel. That darkly blossoming emotion was oddly missing when it came to Skull and their interactions. 

“Do you remember that day? You crept up on me with that old Chinese finger trap, high as a kite and giggling like a schoolgirl…” Eugene prodded, giving the other man a gentle smile. “I truly thought I was going to shit my pants.”

The sentiment brought a mirthful chuckle from Red, his gaze coming back into focus as he looked up across the table at Skull’s mischievous face.

“I apologize for that… though it was my intention at the time to needle you, to keep you off balance,” he laughed. “Being a creepy asshole was something that brought me joy back then.”

The former pet tried to find the right words to answer Eugene’s initial question. It was difficult as he didn’t quite fully understand everything that was happening in his own mind in those terrible years. At the time, Red believed himself to be fully in tune with himself and his thoughts, never questioning the things that didn’t make sense or went against his delusional reality. 

But there was… ‘something’... that pulled at him whenever he looked upon the Red Sentry captain, even before their one-on-one conversations. From his place beside the cold slabs of stone that made up Drakkon’s throne, the gray-haired man found his eye drawn to the same guard over and over again. A tickle of a memory…somewhere in the tangled and tattered ribbons of his mind, his ‘Swiss cheese brain’ a source of constant frustration though he was never allowed to voice it.

“I’m not sure what it was about you that I found so appealing. Yes, you made me laugh and amused me, as I told you that day, but I feel like I noticed you before. An aura maybe? A feeling of safety, of protection? I knew red wasn’t your real color,” he frowned, brow furrowing. “I’m not sure what that means.”

Red’s response surprised Skull. 

“Interesting… how would I make you feel safe and protected? You were a literal living weapon in those days. And you were the one who eventually saved me. I was so sick that I’m sure I wouldn’t still be here if not for you nursing me back to health.”

Red was quiet as he cast his mind even further back, back to a time before ‘his’ memories began, to his ‘other’ self’s thoughts… CJ’s mind. It wasn’t as scary or as difficult as it used to be…not after CJ had unexpectedly surfaced and caught them all by surprise. The primary alter was a silent observer, an anxious child that the older man coddled under a protective wing. 

“I think a part of me…the part that was ‘Jason’...maybe recognized you, that you protected me once before…” he whispered, seeing the memory coming slowly to life. “You and Bulk did. At the Youth Center… When Tommy…errr Drakkon…was waiting for me.”

Skull’s eyes brightened at the reminder of his and Bulk’s heroics in those early days before their world went to absolute shit.

“Yes! That’s right! You remember that?”

Red nodded, smiling gently at Eugene’s excitement.

“Yes, I remember now. This is a momentous occasion, isn’t it? Can you believe how far we’ve come?”

The sky looked as if it were on fire, brilliant orange, red, and pink streaking the horizon as the sun descended, the vivid colors playing across the lake’s idle waves. Faint laughter and merriment could be heard from the other cabins as families celebrated the holiday festivities, punctuated by the occasional pop of an errant firework. Skull sipped his icy beverage, a virgin strawberry daiquiri, before responding.

“Definitely wasn’t on my bingo card,” he quipped. “Who would have thought I’d be sitting at a Fourth of July cookout and asking Lord Drakkon to slip me a hot dog?”

Both men snickered, neither missing the childish inappropriate innuendo that always seemed to shadow the Coinless orphans in this universe. Humor helped a lot in their healing, though it frequently gave Tommy, Jason, Matthew, and Billy pause when they happened to hear one of the off-color jokes or snarky commentary about what the older trio had experienced. Even after all their time together, it could be difficult to reconcile that such horrific trauma was being used as teasing fodder.

Red grinned at his friend.

“I doubt he’d imagined such a ‘normal’ interaction after our years in the palace.”

Eugene tilted his head in consideration of the other man’s words. 

“‘Normal…’ There’s another thing I never thought I’d see again… To get a second chance to live in a world that ours used to be and should have been right now,” he mused, his gray eyes sliding out across the water, appreciating the wealth of color this universe had to offer.

The action wasn’t unnoticed by the former pet and he reached out a hand to give his friend’s hand a friendly squeeze of camaraderie. 

“I never get tired of it either,” Red whispered reverently. “Not after being locked away with only black, gray, and brown to look at outside my window."

He favored Eugene with a teasing wink, nodding at his bright orange shirt.

"In fact, I think now what color rightfully belongs to you..."

A deep laugh sounded from where the grill still smoked near the deck as a shadowy figure worked to scrap it clean.

"Yes, Eugene. Resembling a giant orange creamsicle is much more in keeping with your style..." Drakkon razzed playfully.

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Little update for now... Packing in a lot of work with new cases and a shit ton of paperwork before I go on vacation next week with the family. So I'll be MIA for a minute.

On the plus side, I'm sure I'll find lots of inspo for my precious guys while I'm out relaxing :)

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This!

making a collection

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Uh oh busted

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My Quad Life crew

FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!

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Crazy Things for Love - Ajgrey9647 - Mighty Morphin Power Rangers [Archive of Our Own]

This one was fun and made me laugh out loud

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I had that happen. I wanted to write SOMETHING.... but none of my many WIPs were inspiring me at that moment. Lol. So I just decided to do a one shot (and KEEP it a one shot). Like what are you guys up to tonight... and ended up with Drakkon watching Kings of Pain, Red hanging up home decor, and Tommy and Jason trying to get it on in Tommy's room but Drakkon laughing like an idiot is killing the mood...

DAMN IT

MY CREATUVUTY HAS COME BACK IN FULL SWING

AND NOW I'M OBSESSED WITH JAK, A SIDE WIP I FORGOT ABOUT, AND HALF THE TCOT CHARACTERS

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