#connor hawke imagines

[royboyfanpage]

AU where Mia was introduced before Ollie died and Connor's Green Arrow run had Speedy Mia

[frogaroundandfindout]

Green Arrow Vol.2 #135

[0sincerelyella]

I WANT TO START WRITING (again again) PLS REQUEST

new shows/things i’ll write for!!

nfl (most everyone)

cobra kai

wednesday

anything marvel

into/across the spider verse

sam and colby

maybe like case oh (pls)

ANY NFL PLAYER (except tom brady)

shameless probably

AND IM OPEN TO ANY REQUESTS YOU HAVE! JUST ASK AND ILL LET YOU KNOW

[bunabi]

oh gosh! i once made a (somewhat silly) theory about how arl eamon is being set up as the secret final boss of dragon age, haha. i don't think bioware thought about it in nearly as much detail as i did, but it compels me...

I'd be down for it

I want to fight that man way more than I wanna fight Solas

In retrospect Solas' only crime is being born before CBT is a thing

Ill leave that open to reader interpretation

[rcmclachlan]

OKAY so this is for @dadvans specifically because he and I have spent many an evening across multiple fandoms shouting at each other about various characters and their raging pregnancy kinks but anyway.

I saw this post.

And I had this thought that Tommy's probably only ever thought of children tangentially. Like, I kind of clock him as an only child who didn't have any little kids in his neighborhood growing up. His dad's sister had three, all of them older than him, and his mom's brother had two but they lived on the other side of the country so he only saw them in Christmas card photos and once at his grandmother's funeral.

The only kids he's ever around are the ones he sees on calls, who are all either unconscious, traumatized, or somewhere in the background out of the way where he doesn't have to interact with them. He's basically that gif of Alec Baldwin trying to console a crying Tina Fey with a broom, like, "there there."

But now that his life is enmeshed with the 118, he's around kids all the time: Jee, Christopher, Denny, Mara. And he sees Buck with them—how good he is to them, how patient and kind and compassionate, how he listens seriously to them and always tries to meet them on their level—and it's doing something for him. Like, a lot.

Then, like, one evening Buck and Tommy have dinner with Kameron and Connor, and they bring the baby—who has Buck's eyes and the same shape of his lips—with them, and Tommy watches Buck like a hawk all night. Buck's a natural with Spencer: holding him like a pro, soothing him whenever he fussed, making him laugh. He's loath to put him down.

Tommy's never seen someone so suited to be a parent before. He knows Buck wants kids more than anything. Buck stops to interact with every child they pass on the street the way Tommy does with dogs, like he can't help it, like he's got a homing beacon inside him. And children gravitate to Buck like he's a Disney princess. And after watching Buck with Kameron and Connor's kid, Tommy can't stop thinking about it. About Buck and kids. Specifically, Buck and their kids. 

Tommy looks out into his backyard and can picture Buck out there putting together one of those plastic Fisher Price playhouses and running around chasing after a toddler waddling around on chubby legs and tucked up next to a crib in the guest room-turned-nursery reading The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear to a drooling baby trying to shove its foot in its mouth. A baby with Buck's eyes and mouth, and Tommy's nose and cheeks. 

SO ANYWAY smash cut to later that night and Tommy's balls-deep in Buck, fucking him slowly, doing it missionary the way Buck loves because this way they can kiss and he can see every stupid expression that crosses Tommy's face, and Tommy's staring down at him and blurts out, "You were really good with Spencer tonight." 

And Buck sort of gasp-laughs, like, "You know I love kids," and he arches up against Tommy, and Tommy's hand slides down between them so he can get a hand on Buck's cock, but halfway there he gets distracted by the feeling of Buck's belly. It's taut and toned and flexing with every thrust, and out of nowhere a little voice in his head goes but imagine what it would look like with a bump. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

And then his brain kind of makes a weird popping noise and his mouth goes rogue and says, "I know you do. I know you wanna have kids. Would you wanna have my kids?"

Evan's eyes fly open wide and he sort of stutter-wheezes in shock, "What? What do you—"

But now that Tommy's started, he can't stop, and the leisurely pace he'd been maintaining loses rhythm before picking up the pace, just these deep, dragging thrusts that pull at Evan's hole on the drawback. "But I don't think you'd be satisfied with just being handed a kid. I think you'd want it to be part of you from the start. I think you'd wanna feel it every step of the way. You want to feel it growing inside you so bad, don't you, baby? I bet it's all you think about."

"Tommy, what the fuck—" But Evan's mouth is open and panting, tongue lolling around in his mouth like it's suddenly too big to control, and he starts shuddering hard enough that his bones must be rattling. Tommy can feel his fat dick twitching against his stomach, drooling so much precome the glide between them is soaked and almost too easy, and Evan's insides are vibrating where they clutch Tommy's cock like a vice.

With a grunt, Tommy gathers Evan's impossibly long legs in the bends of his elbows and folds him practically in half, wheezing like he's gutshot, "Maybe I can't trust you with our condoms anymore. Maybe you've poked holes in all of them."

"Oh fuck, that's so hot," Evan gasps, his arms flying up over his head so he can put his hands against the headboard and fuck himself wildly back on Tommy's cock, his eyes wide and scandalized, and alight with a lust bordering on violent. Even through the condom, Tommy can feel how hot he is inside, like a fever, like magma.

They've fucked a million ways since they first got together—enthusiastic, rough, slow, sweet, hard, exhausted, frenzied, grateful—but they've never fucked like this: just absolutely nasty. 

"What are you gonna do if the condom breaks?" Tommy gasps into Evan's ear, then bites it while Evan drags in desperate gulps of air and scrabbles for purchase on Tommy's back, fingers slipping in sweat. "I'd fill you up. I'd shove so much come up inside you that it'd have to take."

Evan's wailing so loud the neighbors are absolutely going to call the cops and his hole is rippling around Tommy's dick so good that Tommy's eyes roll back into his head, and then Evan starts begging like his heart's breaking, "Oh god, oh fuck, please, baby, do it, I want it so much, I want to feel it."

Through the sweat dripping in his stinging eyes, Tommy looks down at Evan, who's got his teeth bared like an animal, who's taking every punishing thrust like it's his due, even as his eyes well up with tears that spill over his temples into his hairline. He thinks of how it would feel without the condom between them, how he would see-saw his cock through wads of his own come into the dripping hot sleeve of Evan's body, every thrust pushing more and more of it into some secret place where it would stay until something took root. He squeezes his eyes shut, because if he spends one more second looking at the hungry, crazed expression twisting Evan's face into a rictus, he's going to come.

The bed frame's making metal-on-metal sounds that don't sound like they're covered under the warranty, but Tommy can't stop fucking Evan like he's trying to split him down the middle. He's going to shove his way inside until he reaches the pulp at the center and pries Evan open like a nectarine. 

"You want it?" Tommy bites out, then doesn't wait for an answer, dropping down and smearing his mouth over Evan's in a fierce, sloppy kiss, sucking his tongue, biting his lips. Their teeth clack together painfully and Evan makes wounded noises into his mouth when Tommy's cock grinds up deep inside him. Tommy fucks him brutally until he stops.

Breaking away with a choked gasp, Evan chants tearfully, "Oh my god, oh my god, come in me, please, I want you to, god, Tommy, fuck me pregnant," and then comes messily between them, and there's so much of it like there always is, soaking their skin, sliding down to get sucked up by the sheets. Evan sobs and comes and comes and comes himself insensate.

The combination of the hard clench of Evan's body and his desperate pleas touches some part of Tommy's lizard brain that feels like a one-two punch, and he fucks in and in and in frantically, buries himself inside that trembling furnace, and finally something breaks and he comes like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

Gracelessly, he collapses on top of Evan, sucking in great, painful gulps of air, while Evan shivers underneath him like he's been electrocuted (again). Somehow, Evan still finds the wherewithal to throw his arms around Tommy's back and cling, pulling down on him as though he can somehow make Tommy sink deeper into him, like he never wants to not be glued together by sweat and come. Impossible. Tommy's two-hundred-and-something pounds of deadweight and his head is full of television snow. He's a husk of a man. He's probably going to die here.

Evan coughs into Tommy's hair. His voice is in absolute tatters when he chokes out, "That was a hell of a way to ask if I want kids."

From where his face is smashed into the bed just above Evan's shoulder, Tommy mumbles, "I think every single brain cell my body's ever made is in the condom right now. Good thing you're the smart one or else our kid would be up shit creek."

Evan's entire body shakes with laughter, and Tommy can't help but join in, exhaustedly lifting his head so he doesn't miss a second more of that grin. If Athena knew the kinds of things Tommy'd do for that smile, she'd throw his ass in prison for the next 500 years.

"At least they'd still be pretty," Evan says, snickering. 

"There is that," Tommy agrees, and with a grunt he forces himself off the warm, welcoming mattress that Evan's allowed himself to become to deal with the aforementioned condom. He shudders in revulsion when he slides it off and tying it is an exercise in futility—it's disgustingly full and his hands are shaking. 

Evan lifts his head to see what he's doing, then lets it drop back with a huff. "Just wrap it in a bunch of tissues."

"Is it weird that I resent wearing it at all?" Tommy finally loops it so he can tie the knot, then throws it in the direction of the little trash barrel on the other side of the nightstand. It hits the floor with the same slap a water balloon makes. Tommy skeeves a face at it.

"'Course not," Evan says, sliding a hand up Tommy's thigh, aimless. "Our kid's swimming around in there somewhere."

Tommy risks a look at his face, because there's going with the flow and then there's letting your boyfriend plow you into the mattress while he tells you he wants to get you pregnant. But Evan doesn't look mad or like he's laughing at Tommy. He mostly looks peaceful, and maybe a little bemused. 

"Uh, I'm sorry about that," Tommy says, feeling so awkward he wants to peel his own skin off. It shapes his words strangely. "I just—watching you with Spencer made me a little insane, I think."

"Don't be sorry. I think I learned something new about myself tonight, but hell if I can tell you what it is." A sly smile spreads across Evan's face like a flame on a candle's wick. "Either way, it was fucking hot."

Relief unwinds all the muscles in Tommy's lower back, and he hunkers down, slotting himself up against Evan and pillowing his cheek on Evan's chest. Almost immediately, Evan slides the pads of his fingers up and down his spine, and Tommy can feel himself rapidly approaching post-nut blackout territory.

"But kids, though," Evan murmurs thoughtfully.

"Mm." Tommy sketches a nuzzle against Evan's nipple, which earns him a laugh and a slap to the back of the head. He chuckles and settles down with a hum. "Yeah. Well, our kids."

"Huh." The smile on Evan's face is audible, and deafening.

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

More Damian Wayne headcanon

Because I can and this time is more about future(?) and batkids siblings and I'll also talk about some canon points, then please respect

Damian is not a Bruce clone, then he won't become a bodybuilder like his father when he grow up, but he will be more like Ra's and Talia side, something tall and elegant (and long hair like his grandfather)

Damian sees heritage as something very important, this is more on the cultural side than really a title, he is of Arab and Chinese descent so it is obvious that the issue of him being Batman's son and the devil's grandson is something important, no as a title but with cultural value and perhaps a curse

Look being Batman or Demon Head (I hate when DC is lazy and do this) is is for him a birthright, a duty as a member of that family and also a curse

I know Americans don't really understand the weight of this, but it's something of extreme cultural importance

So you can imagine what a funny thing it was when Dick stole the chair and now we have a Nightwing!Damian or whatever title the boy has brought for himself

if DC keep written Batman like that, I think Bruce and Damian's relationship will end up becoming "I still respect you, but I want distance" something worn similar to Dick and Bruce's relationship

Speaking of family relationships, Damian gives a lot of value and respect to family, just look at his relationship with his mother and grandfather, even his relationship with his cousin. They will fight to the death one day and the next they will be sitting around eating vegetarian food together

At this point I believe that stabbing a family member to see if they is worthy of staying in the family is an Al Ghul thing, Ra's started it as a big joke and they all continue it out of tradition and because it is also funny, one bonding family activity (Talia just never explained this inside joke to Bruce because she wants to annoy him)

Damian is an altruist and a lowkey suicidal (these two combinations together is what led to his death - he sacrificed himself for Gotham; and you can see it when he choice give his clone a sanctuary and also create a sanctuary for those kids in that tournament) and his family lives in fear of those events repet again

When adult he just don't give a fuck about Justice League, even when he is recognized as a great hero, Damian has no patience for any of them but he can helps if Jon, Kor'i or Connor Hawke ask for help if it's another hero, he'll say no

in the future Damian become the Jason Todd of the Al Ghul family

child and teen Damian talk about the cool older sister he has occasionally, much to the brothers' dismay, Bruce confirms the girl's existence, saying that Damian adopted her as a sister. The batkids meet Maya eventually

Occasionally Damian can also talk about his cool older brother from League but he refuses to elaborate this one

One night, when the batkids were gathered to eat a batburger, Duke asked as a joke how long it would take for Damian to adopt a child and this makes everyone relive unresolved childhood traumas. Duke just sits back and eats fries while enjoying the chaos, as now everyone is making calculations about the odds of this happening or not

when everyone finally calms down, Duke (again by pure menace) asks what kind of child Damian is most capable of adopting, and all the screaming and calculations starts again (Bruce lowkey traumatized everyone)

Tim says he (the kid) will be an assassin, so he (Damian) can save the child like Dick saved him. Dick says he (the kid) will be a little stalker who is charming the big hero. Jason calls them cowards because how sure are they that the child will be a boy and not a girl? And at some point they start debating whether the dead Robin's curse will follow these children

Duke Thomas has a good time that night

and now every member of the family has an emergency kit for the hypothetical child that Damian will adopt

Damian can use magic, but he never brings it up. The brothers suspect that he can - due to their blood heritage with Ra's - so they each (separately) have a contingency plan in case someone reacts badly to the fact that Damian knows how to use magic

Let's me explain: once they are all grown up, they don't want to go back to Damian's early days where a brother distrusts Damian in the house, individually they all understand that Damian is his own person and there is no reason to fight anymore, but they don't trust in the reaction between them (Bruce lowkey made everyone paranoid), so this contingency plan is in case "hey Damian can use magic, but now one of my brothers/Batman is mad at him again in the most nosense way, so I'm going to protect my little brother and not let This stupid member of my family hurts my little brother"

Dick reaction: "Oh this is actually more beautiful than I thought….but have you already talked about this with Bruce? He and Tim might react badly because of Ra's, so if you've already told them, we can leave the country until things calm down. Actually I have a spy friend who can help you, you like pandas, right?"

Jason reaction: "oh shit, oh shit, We have a problem now...I already told them that I'm injured and they will know that you healed me, so I want you to take my plane and go to Kor'i, I can talk to her on the phone, she owes me a favor then she will let you stay on her planet due to Bruce and the replacement's reaction because ...you know Ra's' paranoia"

Tim reaction: "I knew it! but I think now we have a problem, your father still have resentment about your grandfather then...take my keys and go to my house, I'll text Bernard about this don't worry, do you want me to pick up your pets?"

and things go this way (they most fear for Bruce bad reaction than anything else)

when kid Damian had the habit of sleeping with the sound of the Batmobile's engine, all the family members have carried him to bed more than once because of this

One night, when Damian is around 17~19 years old, Steph asks him to paint on her wall in her new apartment, in the end she gives him a ride back home and, to her surprise, Damian fell asleep on the passenger seat in the same way he always did as a child

This news made all the brothers always offer him a ride at night, Dick even bought an blanket exclusively for this (one time the baby brother is always the baby brother)

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

[cloudycera]

My Connor Hawke has Bangs covering both eyes and is still an archer.

Damian is very amused.

I don’t think Connor’s backstory really needs to change, the only difference is that he works for Damian now. Why is a whole thing but basically Damian is extremely charismatic. He can’t fight for shit but he still has the undying loyalty of the league of assassins.

Yes, Regular Damian can’t fight, he’s just a criminal mastermind more concerned with playing Mario cart and having a death grip on the Criminal underworld. Damian is serious little gremlin cause both his parents are serious little gremlins so I just imagined him growing up in an empty ass mansion surrounded by money with family that casually dies and disappears for months on end. Teehee.

Damian: Connorrrrrrrrrrrrr….

Connor: Shut up.

Damian: Play Mario Cart with meeee.

Connor: No, get your play mate to do it.

Damian: Billy hates playing any game that doesn’t include a farm.

Connor: Well he hates stressful situations.

Billy: Everyone hates stressful situations but I thought video games were invented to bring joy, what’s so fun about dangerously fast cars? Watering plants is far more enjoyable and occasionally selling them is nice.

Damian: I forgot you were spiritually 60. Hold on forget that Someone has to play Mario cart with me or I’m plummeting the stock market and Putting myself On a hit list.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Ratonhnhaké:ton x irish/native M reader (commission)

1050 words 🤍

You always looked up to Ratonhnhaké:ton, both physically and admirably. I mean what more could someone want? Tall, handsome, strong, protective, and sharp as a coyote. He was everything you dreamed of and more, and despite only knowing him for a few mere months he already occupied your dreams nearly nightly. Even your waking hours weren't immune to his visage in your wandering imagination during a hard days work on the homestead.

While Warren and Prudence took care of the farm and the livestock your job was to care for all the working animals. Train the guardian dogs, tend to the horses and plowing steer, even care for the sole messenger hawk that Achilles has. It's not particularly difficult but it does have you traveling around to different parts of the homestead all day. Plenty of travel means plenty of time to wistfully daydream about his beautiful black hair, strong build, and sunkissed skin. You could imagine him so well it felt like you could reach out and touch him.

“Good afternoon (Y/N).” Ratonhnhaké:tons voice ripped your attention from your imaginary paramore to the genuine article.

“Oh! Good afternoon Ratonhnhaké:ton!” You quickly reply, slightly startled by your lack of awareness. You looked down at him as you're perched on your horse. He looked irritated. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. The mission was a success at least.”

“You sure?”

“It's not a big deal.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his beaded armband, or at least what was left of it. The threads were cut and a good chunk of the beads were missing completely, the rest was barely holding together because of the weaving. “It got cut in a fight.”

“May I?” You held your hand out to Ratonhnhaké:ton and after a moment of hesitation he neatly dropped the broken beadwork into your palm.

“Do what you want with it. I can not mend it and it's too much trouble to return to my village to get it fixed.” Although his expression remains neutral there was a hint of sorrow in his voice. Knowing his history it wouldn't surprise you if whoever made the band has passed. It felt like a dart to the heart thinking about it, but you had an idea.

“When are you leaving the homestead again?”

“A few days at most. Why?”

“Come by my house tomorrow night if you have time. I'll make you a good meal before you go.” You smiled warmly and he simply nodded.

“If I am still here I will.” It was rare for him to actually accept any invitation from anyone on the homestead, but you had a good feeling about this time. You waved to each other as he began walking back to the manner and you rode to Warren's farm.

One day later and to your excitement there was a knock at the door. You almost tripped at you rushed to answer.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton, welcome!” You open the door and beckon him to come in.

“Thank you for having me.” He came in and stood in the foyer awkwardly, something clearly on his mind.

“It's my pleasure, really.” You tilt your head a little. “You look like you want to ask something though?” He stared at you for a long moment before responding.

“Why do you call me that.” His voice was quiet, almost cautious.

“Call you what? Ratonhnhaké:ton? Oh no, did I pronounce it wrong, I'm sorry!” He shook his head before you could continue.

“It's not that, it's just… you know you are the only one on the homestead that calls me by my name. Why? Why not call me Connor like everyone else?”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton is a good name. It would be a shame not to use it. I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable though.” In all honesty you liked being the only one to use his real name. It made you feel special, like you knew a piece of him that others didn't.

“...Do as you wish. I was just curious.” A slight tint of red kissed the tips of his ears. It was cute and made you smile.

“Oh! I have something for you!” You excitedly ran to the other room. Ratonhnhaké:ton followed but kept some distance between you two. A habit he picked up because people found his stature intimidating.

Grabbing something small off your workbench you returned and confidently closed the distance between you two. “Hold out your hand.” He complied and held out his hand with his palm upwards, his eyes widening when a familiar texture fell upon his fingers. There lies his beaded armband fully restored. His disbelief was clear but so was his gratitude.

“How did you do this?” He stared at the beads as he rolled them between his fingers. He could tell which ones were new but the color difference was minimal, almost undetectable.

“My great grandfather was native and he taught me when I was very young.” You smile fondly of the memories.

“You are native?” His eyes shifted from the armband to you.

You couldn't help but laugh at his question. Not that he was wrong to ask given your fair complexion, but you simply found it humorous he still thought he was the only native on the homestead. “I am. I know it's difficult to tell by looking at me but that is because the rest of my blood is Irish.”

“I didn't know.” He stared at the beadwork in his hand before reattaching it to his coat. “Thank you. This means a lot.”

Your smile spreads from ear to ear. “I'm happy I could help!” You shift your weight as a way to fidget. “I know you don't stay for long but will you stay for dinner? I made stew.”

“I would like that.” His expression softened slightly, he looks almost relieved. It's hard to imagine someone so big could be scared of anything, but as his eyes softened you realize that sometimes fear can take many faces and forms. You couldn't help but wonder if you could alleviate some of his anxieties, or if he would even let you. Perhaps with time, but for now you are content just being a little closer to him.

[lostquinn]

Mistletoe

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff, clueless

Summery - Connor receives a note asking him to meet someone under the mistletoe, turns out the note was from the one person he wanted it to be, you.

Hoooooo boy it's been a while, my apologies folks! Here's a lil Connor fic that I've been writing to begin to get in the Christmas spirit!

Word count - 1120

Connor thumbed the slip of paper in his pocket, as he had been doing all day. It was nothing more than a simple piece of white paper with a few words written on it in black ink.

The android furrowed his eyebrows, wondering who had left the note on his desk. It was there when he arrived his morning and as he had looked around the office he didn't notice anyone it could be, just someone he hoped it was.

His eyes lingered on you, watching as you filed away paperwork into a draw under your desk. Connor felt as though his thirium pump skipped a beat.

"Jesus Connor," Hank grumbled. "You're acting like a lost dog, what's going on?"

Conner averted his attention from you to the lieutenant sat across from him. The older man was resting his chin on his hand lazily.

"Nothing lieutenant," Connor spoke firmly.

"Nothing? Nothing to do with the detective over there?" Hank nodded towards you.

Both of the men suddenly looked in your direction, pulling your attention from the paperwork to them. First you looked over Hank, then to Connor where your eyes lingered before you smiled, lifting a hand to wave at the men.

"There was a note on my desk this morning," Connor admitted, leaning towards Hank and lowering his voice.

"You're distracted over a note? What did it say?"

"Meet me under the mistletoe after work,"

Hank grinned at the android, raising his eyebrows slightly. He felt a sense of pride, knowing what the note was about.

"Seems like someone likes you, Connor,"

Connor blushed slightly at this statement. "Maybe they just need to talk,"

"If by 'talk' you mean kiss, then you're right." The lieutenant chuckled, bringing a mug to his lips as he took a swig of his coffee.

Hank grumbled as he finished his coffee, looking to the bottom of the mug with a disappointed expression.

Soon, he stood up and left to make himself a coffee. Connor watched him leave, and soon noticed that you were still looking at him.

His chocolate brown eyes met yours from across the bullpen, flushing your face with a dark blush as you looked away. He watched with a slight smile as you searched for anything to occupy your attention.

Connor pulled the note from his pocket and unfolded it. He looked at the handwriting, it was neat but simple and gave nothing away as to who it was from.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth gently, biting it softly as he thought of you. He began to imagine you writing he note, soon his thoughts drifted to meeting you under the mistletoe.

"Connor!" Hank shouted from over the androids shoulder, breaking his attention away from the note. "Get back to work,"

Connor grumbled back at Hank briefly, not wanting to work while this mystery puzzled him. Soon, he complied and got back to work, looking into the current case he was working on.

The hours dragged on, Connor watched the clock like a hawk as he begged for it to come to the end of his shift. All he wanted to know was if the note was from you. He hadn't thought about what he would do if the note wasn't from you.

Finally, his shift ended. Hank watched as Connor put his things away,, filing away his paper work and rushing to turn his computer off.

For a moment, he glanced over to your desk and you were gone. He frowned. Connor paused for a moment as he looked to your empty desk, everything neat and put away.

"Maybe they're by the mistletoe already?" Hank suggested as he watched Connors shoulders slump.

With those words, Connors face lit up. He looked to Hank for a moment before nodding and heading off towards the mistletoe.

He couldn't recall who had put it up, or who had decorated the police station but someone had completely decorated for Christmas. Tinsel lined each desk, even Hanks, and there was a tree up in the corner.

It brought some holiday cheer into the office and everyone seemed to appreciate it. He had noted how your face lit up the first day you came into work after they had been put up, he had that memory saved and often thought of it.

Connor was watching his feet as he walked to where the mistletoe had been put up. He kept thinking about you, and how he hoped to see you under the mistletoe.

He was finally in eyeshot of the mistletoe. He realised how nervous he felt and closed his eyes, squeezing them shut tight as he pulled his coin from his pocket and began rolling it across his knuckles.

Eventually, he opened his eyes, deciding it would be better to find out then potentially leave you waiting and watching him.

Connor was surprised when his eyes met yours. You were stood under the mistletoe looking at him, a blush covering your face as your arm sat across your body, holding your other arm gently.

He noted how closed off your body language was as he approached.

--your pov--

The android stood next to you, glancing from you to the mistletoe above the two of you. He smiled meekly as he shoved his coin back into his pocket and pulled out the slip of paper that you left on his desk this morning.

He unrolled the note and held it out for you to read.

"I'm guessing this was you?" He muttered.

"Yes, it was me- I'm sorry if I'm too forward or anything-" you began, but you were soon cut off.

Connor had placed his hands on your face, feeling the warmth of your cheeks as he leant down to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

As he kissed you, your eyes went wide, staring at him during the brief kiss. You were shocked at how soft his lips were, and how off guard he had taken you.

"That's what you're supposed to do under mistletoe, isn't it?" He quirked his eyebrow, tilting his head at you slightly.

A wide smile spread across your face as you looked at him. Quickly, you grabbing his collar and pulled it down towards you, dragging him down to your level so that you could press your lips against his.

Your face flushed a dark red as you did this, holding him close. It wasn't long before his hands moved down from your face to your waist, innocently pulling you close.

Eventually, you pulled away, needing a moment to breathe. Connor watched with a smile, holding you close as he had always imagined.

"We should do this more often," He smirked.

You chuckled softly "definitely,"

[sergeifyodorov]

of the teams w the old captains who do u think are going to be their successors/if u could replace all the captains who would you replace them with

not entirely sure but: for every team with no captain OR a pending UFA captain, here's my thots:

ducks: this team does not appear to have a leadership group at all? is that normal? like no one with any letters??? anyway i predict mason mctavish will get the captaincy. it was probably flirted with to give it to trevor zegras at some point while the getzlaf era was fading and then they quickly realized it's like. trevor zegras. terry/vatrano/maybe gudas? will probably get some kind of A situation

kraken: i don't traverse kraken fandom spaces a lot but it is my understanding that yanni gourde is the sort of spiritual captain already? i also am going to assume that shane wright will get a full call-up next year, considering he's no longer slide eligible. i imagine the plan might be to sort of. ease him into Second Official Captain Of The Seattle Kraken type deal

blackhawks: jesus that jones contract is bad. like Bad bad. i can only imagine out of some misguided hope (because i am not Entirely sure hawks management knows what they're doing) they want to give the captaincy to The Sacred Child but again, he's like 3 and doesn't really seem attuned to that so it would be a bad idea imho. maybe seth jones then? i do feel the need to state though that There Is No One On This Team. it's nick foligno connor bedard seth jones and a dream.

avalanche: now i know i said in cases of no captain or UFA captain only but. i'm saying it now, i don't think landeskog is coming back. maybe he will pull a carey price -- hack out a couple games at the end of this season or next, to raucous applause and the game is good when he's in it, but for all intents and purposes we have witnessed the end. that being said they're no doubt going to give it to cale makar, which will be a mistake

utah hc: it should be clayton keller as i've been saying

sabres: exciting exciting !! the sabres have a history of trading their captains which means sabres captaincy is solidly a Cursed Thing To Bear which i enjoy. anyways mostly because he appears to be being set up for it (youngish player, touted prospect, wearing the A already) and also in the interests of torturing the blonde man i think it should be rasmus dahlin

lightning: not that there isn't a pretty significant chance of him returning to tampa but should stevie stamkos leave in free agency i think they'll probably pull a marchy-in-boston and name victor hedman captain. mostly because they don't really have any notable Youths to Pass The Torch too, other than, like, mikhail sergachev, and as cunty as he is he's not really like. captain material <- as far as i'm aware (plus he doesn't even have an A)

[alexthefly]

FOr thunderpride asks! 2 and 8 :D

Thankyou so much for the ask!

2: Tell me an alternate queer headcanon for a character.

Ooh, yay! Please don't ask me where it comes from, but I really really like the idea of gay Parker. Elder gays in general are so so precious to me, and Parker is such an adorably cantankerous but kind-hearted man that it just fits in my head somehow. (Plus I can just imagine the Grey Ninja thowing some killer shapes on the dance floor in his youth...🩶)

8: Name a character who made you feel seen. (Also asked by @sailing-on-a-puddle , so tagging them in here.)

Oof, this is a tricky one, because honestly there's still not that much asexual representation in media - I know there's a couple of canonically ace characters, but not really in shows that I watch.

However, I've seen some really good representation in recent years in comic books, specifically Yelena Belova in Marvel and Connor Hawke in DC. As an asexual who experiences romantic attraction, reading DC Pride 2022's gorgeously written Think of Me really made me feel like what I am is actually real and valid - something I still struggle with sometimes - and I will admit I even cried a tear or two while reading it. Definitely recommended if you get the chance.

Thankyou again for the ask! 😊

[thekiltongrammarwriter]

so I just finished good as dead…and saw your Pippa posts…my question is…dark pip…any thoughts on her?

Well I don’t have any dark Pip thoughts at the moment I can give you a sneak peek of my upcoming (almost completed) Pippa fic at a calamity with a wasted adoring reader and a slighty frazzled Connor. I know a lot of my anons have been asking about her 🤣

You crash into me Hard and Soft (sneak peek)

Pip could feel the way her nails burned uncomfortably under the surface from the way her nails dug into the wood. Her fingers clenched hard enough she thought her knuckles would lose circulation altogether. Her jaw was tense, blue grey eyes zeroed in on you as you spoke with Connor from across the dance floor. The flashing lights of the calamity party making pip's eyes itch.

Pippa's distain for calamity parties had been apparent, even years before the Andie Bell case you knew you'd never see Pippa Fitz Amobi grace the halls of the random pupil's house. Which was why now as you peered across the dance floor to where your girlfriend sat you couldn't help but think it such an odd welcoming sight and apparently Connor thought it too.

You had gone to get some drinks with Connor, you had to practically command pip to sit down, even through her pleading eyes, even through her instructions on how to check for certain hidden items in your drinks. Connor had been the first to grab pip by the hands, his calming soft eyes sending waves of peace through Pip. She was often anxious these days, always on alert. Her nervous system jumping at even the most mundane things. Car alarms, ball point pens and rubbish bins clacking.

Pip had been your personal body guard the minute you had gotten out of the Car accompanied by Cara and Connor, your eyes wide upon seeing your girlfriend at the entrance of Edmund Pain's house “figured if my girlfriend was going into the lions den I might as well accompany you. You know, personal body guard and all” Pippa had joked, but you could see from her wild slightly glazed eyes that she hadn't been sleeping. You had considered calling it an early night and taking your girlfriend's hand and walking back to yours. Considered a nice warm shower, Pippa holding you close under the warming sheen of the shower, the cool heat flowing over both of you. A nice calm night in. You had been about too when Cara had taken your hand and dragged you inside, pip close at your heels.

"It seems you have a shadow" Connor had commented, handing you your drink, eyes peering at the girl who sat across from you. Eyes like a hawk, jaw clenched. You felt a smile fill your lips, the alcohol already filling your tongue, leaving the slightly bubbly feeling and burn on the tip of your lips. You were not going to lie, your girlfriend looked hot. With her blue eyes that were on yours, even far enough from the room. Studying you, eying your surroundings like the good dedicated girlfriend she was. You had half a mind to race over and drag her to the nearest bathroom. A flush rose across your cheeks as you imagined pulling a confused Pip into the wasted most likely minging bathroom. Could imagine pushing her against the door and kissing down her neck, feel her pulse point behind her skin. Could imagine her heavy breathing, hands woven through your curls, pulling just enough to make you whimper against her skin.

"Hey y/n you alright? You look a proper mess! Sure you don't want to switch to water now? I know Pip won't want you too wasted" Connor's voice brought you out of your lust filled brain. Your eyes turned to him, Connor and his now bleary face. You were concious enough to know when to stop, and you knew after a full cup you would surly get a headache. You could just imagine Pip giving you her I told you so' signature face. It was enough for your lips to move up. Pip always gave you the best hangover cuddles. Would pull you to her chest and cuddle you till you were fast asleep.

Your movements were sluggish as you tried to speak, and it was only then that your fingers slipped from the brim of the cup and went smashing over into Connor's jumper. You gasped, holding a hand to your mouth and apologizing, moving to wipe the remains from the poor boys shirt. Your movements sluggish but your voice strong.

Connor only held up his hands, calm as always. "It's alright y/n!" He Comforted. But maybe it was because of your drunk state that made him laugh, you were cute when you were wasted. Like a little bunny almost, innocent and shy. He could see just why Pip was so protective over you, because in a way he was too. You had been a great source of comfort to him during Jamie's case. Had stood by his side, "a great big pillar of strength" Connor had quoted on the podcast, you had blushed and buried your cheeks into pip's neck as she held you. Connor had chuckled at the sight. The same Pip that had told him off multiple times for speaking or simply breathing during audio interviews had been laying loosely on the chair, mic in hand but you draped over her lap, fingers playing with her pendant necklace as you had recorded an episode. It was almost uncanny. Connor would tease you relentlessly about it. So it was safe to say Connor and you were as thick as thief's.

Connor moved to grab your sluggish hands, his fingers calmly wrapped around your wrist, his hands moving to catch your tumbling legs. His arms wrapped around you protectively, " think you've had quite enough for today why don't we go grab a nice cup of water?" Connor spoke, his voice nervous.

Your head was spinning. And not in the pleasant way.Your limbs were tired, your throat dry and you could feel the alcohol pushing in your veins. You felt sick. Thought you were going to be sick all over the floor. It was an embarrassing thought and you cursed yourself for not taking the nice day in cuddled with your girlfriend. Instead you had been selfish, dragging her out to some godforsaken party that she wasn't the faintest bit interested in. But Pip had showed up, even with all her emotional baggage of why she disliked calamity parties. She still had showed up. For you. Chilvary at its finest.

If your knees weren't weak already you were sure they would be now.

"Connor I need to find pip" you spoke, body still dizzy and lightheaded. Connor understood your words, slurry but cognitive. His arms were a thankful blessing as he held your already dead weight. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system but you spoke, making Connor freeze. *Have I ever told you how strong you are Con? I bet you could lift me up and throw me over your bed couldn't you?" You giggled, your hazy mind picturing Connor throw you. It was actually quite funny as Connor use to be a bag of bones. Cara would tease him endlessly in primary school for his weak girl arms.

But Connor had frozen, in fear because somehow during your little adventure your girlfriend had managed to go unnoticed and had snuck up behind you two. Connor would feel her disapproving stare right behind him. Imaginary daggers being thrown at his head like a target he imagined. It was obvious she had heard what you said. Because her back had straightened. Her jaw clenched, her normally anxious eyes had become wide and Connor couldn't lie utterly terrifying. Pip had become slighty terrifying after her brush with the cases and Let's be honest at her brush with death.

Connor gulped, turning to find Pippa eying him with analyzing eyes, almost as if she was trying to find something. Anything.

"Thanks for helping my girlfriend Connor" she spoke, a saccharine smile etched onto her lips. But the smile was to fake to be real, to empty. And maybe the forceful way she had spit out girlfriend had been telling enough that she had heard. Also the emphasis on My before girlfriend. Almost like she was staking her claim while also trying to remember that Connor was her dear friend and who she loved with all her heart it wasn’t easy quieting the jealousy that swelled in her chest.

At her voice you immensely caught your girlfriend's eye, too drunk to notice the way her eyes were downcast, hurt by the comment you had made. But it was quickly mended by the sly smile that filled your features as you caught her eyes. "Hi" you spoke, cheeks a mess. Pippa couldn't help but chuckle, finding you too cute. Hell you were adorable.

"Isn't my girlfriend the most hottest girl ever?" You spoke, "| like how she’s so sweet before she fu- " Connor cupped his hands over your mouth, ears red, face red, "alright I think you can take your girlfriend home now Pip" he chided practically throwing you to to your girlfriends arms.

Pippa, with her cheeks red from the comment though somewhat prideful as she pulled you into her body, arms wrapping protectively around you. Your smile wide as pip brushed her nose against yours.

"Your wasted" Pip assessed, lips close enough for you to chase, close enough for you to taste. Your eyes were dark as they eyed Pip's dark blues. You loved moments like these. Small moments were all you could focus on was Pippa. You were drunk at a Calamity party with neon lights and music so loud it bursted your eardrum yet all you could hear, see was your Pippa. And her soft fingers which now were feeling more comfortable than Connor's. You felt warm, at home within her arms. Secure.

"I just need some water." You spoke, hiccuping.

Pippa's eyes were soft as the pad of her fingers came up to caress your cheek, sending goosebumps through you. Her eyes so caring and soft. "Let's get you home love" she cooed. Connor had thankfully volunteered to find some water. Pip had sat you down next to her, arms woven through yours but in your drunk haze state you had simply climbed on top of her and dug your nose into her neck, needing that sweet relief only pip brought.

"Your a cuddly one today love" Pippa spoke, practically glowing as you sat on her lap, eyes ablaze with a playful glint. You giggled, moving to hesitantly brush your nose against pip's feeling the cool cold contact meet your skin. Pippa's eyes fluttered as she leaned forward, her lips meeting yours in a soft single peck. But you weren't in the mood for that, so you snaked your hand to cup the back of her neck, playing with some baby hairs and pulled her lips back to you.

The rush of energy that flowed through you as you kissed pip was never dull, it was overpowering and seemed to pull you deeper down into the depths of its soul. Pippa was cautious even as you began taking control of the kiss, it was all you to be certain. Pip kissed back, she was doing that right. But there was no fire in her kisses, you could tell she was busy looking around, assessing the strangers around them to truly lose herself in you. You pulled away, eying pip's red lips which looked chapped in the neon light of the room.

You whined, your fingers clinging to Pippa's red jumper, toying with the metal clasps. Pippa noticed your less than cheery attitude, how your lips were turned ownward like a toddler who didn't get its promised toy after a shop to the market. It was cute, you were rather like a child when you were a drunk. Reverting back to your three year old self. Which was why pip had seemed to grow a rapid respect for your mother.

What's with that face now love? Your lips are far to pretty to be in a scowl" Pip spoke, fingers cupping your jaw softly. You leaned into the touch, your weight shifting as you leaned closer, pulling yourself up into pip's lap " need kisses" you uttered. "Kisses?

I gave you plenty just now? Why don't you drink some water and we can talk about kisses when we get home and your not giving anyone a free show?" Pippa spoke, laying a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Where is Connor with that water?" Pip muttered, craning her head round to look.

•End of sneak peek•

[roseredsnow]

Asexuals don't deserve representation because you're all annoying, broken,obnoxious and unlovable.go cry some more lol make your own damn characters dumbass.asexuality is just glorified celibacy.

Why didn't you stop hiding behind anonymous if you're gonna stay stuff like that.

For all my fellow aces, you are not broken.

Even if you are asexual because of trauma you're still valid.

Also for anonymous we do have our own characters, and the list is still expanding so for a recap.

Star Wars

- Vernestra Rwoh, Leox Gyasi, Vi Moradi

Marvel

- Yelena Belova, Nadia Van Dyne, Gwenpoole, Morgan Red

DC

- Connor Hawke, Esperanza "Spooner" Cruz, Roshanna Chatterji

I'm missing someone from Marvel or DC but can't think who, plus there's more outside of these three.

Asexuality is not celibacy, asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction.

In my case I have never looked at someone and thought "I want to have sex with them" or imagined having sex with them, hell I didn't realise sexual attraction was a real thing till almost 16.

It's only in the past couple years I've found out people feel physically hot when they're attracted to someone and that their pupils dilate.

Celibacy is choosing not to have sex, not experiencing attraction is not a choice.

I doubt the asker will actually educate themselves but hopefully others will and for my fellow aces if you want love you can absolutely find it in whatever way you want.

[thedevilrisen]

So I may have a slight unhealthy obsession with Connor…is it a little strange cause I’m a couple months older than him yes slightly but like I am 🎀just a girl🎀

And yes I do see her and Connor having a older brother younger sister kinda vibe idk if you saw it but when the hawks played the ducks towards the end of the season I think it was when him and Leo Carlsson skated up to each other to do a face off and had goofy little smirks on their faces that’s what i imagine nova and Connor to be like on the ice

It's okay, we all have our little fixations girlie! I certainly have mine 🤭

Oh my gosh, they so play like siblings and when Connor gets too rough with her, she goes and complains to Matt Barzal.

(sorry for my delayed response, trying my hardest to do school and answer lol)

[19871997]

waitttttttttttttt quite into leon and dylan hooking up actually? starts off as them imagining connor and it's still not serious, but its 4 years in and they've fucked basically every game against each other and half the weekends leon's in toronto in the summer. dylan's been in leon's hotel room a few times because leon doesn't want to get out of curfew, almost gets caught once because a teammate knocks. dylan laughs at something during warm-ups across the ice and leon looks up and smiles, and connor is staring suspiciously. he's watching a little closer after that

so fascinatingly, dylan didn't play against edmonton until nov '17 (ari @ edm) two entire years after the draft/after the last time he and connor played together, and didn't win against edm until feb '19 (as a hawk) so there's even more of like a. dylan's been a bit removed from connor for a few years (and, like, sure they saw eachother in the summer and connor was at his mem cup party but it's so, so clear that they're just on vastly different trajectories) when he goes for dinner w connor and leon but leon's in the thick of it... also leon going to dylan's in the summer is sooo . connor teases leon about having a girl in the city and leon's all quiet and europeanly mysterious about it and connor lets it lie because leon's outhandedly crushing him at gary's so it really is none of his business quite frankly until leon offhandedly asks about dylan just to gauge where connor's at and quite quickly feels like his dad whenever his dad had asked him about his elementary school friends when he was in highschool and doesnt ask again, doesnt even try to breach the topic with dylan (not that they really do a lot of talking. until, well, dylan's fun, and good to talk to and it's easy to spend four, five, six hours messing around at dylan's place and dylan might actually be his friend by the end of summer..?) AND . the 2020 bubble qualifying round where the hawks just about murdered the oilers and dylan and connor could barely look eachother in the eyes soemthign something leon and dylan were absoloutely continuing their 'convenient sex when we play eachother' thing during that series and during hotel x and it's different to how they were before during the regular season and maybe this is their oh moment. which is done best to be thoroughly ignored, actually, until its another summer of messing aobut in toronto right under connor's nose and they play eachother again in the regular season and connor nods and smiles at dylan and dylan nods and smiles back and leon, next to connor, grins at dylan and dylan grins back and connor's not actually stupid, he can put two and two and two together (dylan kissed him, leon kissed him, he doesnt know the last time dylan grinned that brightly. leon clearly does)

[crossdressingdeath]

See, now I'm thinking about desire demons again, and like... aside from the fact that yeah the desire demon design just in general isn't all that sexy (please... more creative fanservice than just shoving naked boobs at the camera...), there's no actual reason for them to look like that? And it actually weakens their overall effect as creatures that manipulate humans using their desires. I'm bored so I'm actually going to go down the list of notable desire demons as listed on the wiki to see what they actually offer, and spoiler alert: most of them... aren't actually offering sex, or if they are it's as one part or one option of what they're offering, not the whole thing. So, starting from the top (and leaving out Yevena and Vereveel from Broken Circle, Xebenkeck from Forbidden Knowledge, Hanker from Kind of Want and the unnamed desire demon from Malcolm's Will since none of those offer anything in particular other than a fight):

The desire demon in Arl of Redcliffe offered Connor the power to save his father, and if the Warden negotiates with her she offers the secrets of blood magic, the love of those around them (mechanically is a +20 approval boost for one companion, which seems like a waste given how easy it is to gain approval in DAO but whatever), something to increase their talents (mechanically a tome that gives an additional talent/spell), or sex. So sex isn't off the table, but since it's the only option on the list with no actual benefit to the player I imagine most people don't go for that one, except maybe for roleplay reasons (I'm sure some people's Wardens—and I say this with zero judgement, if someone wants to play a total asshole then I just hope they have fun with it—are the sort that would absolutely choose to bang a desire demon in exchange for a small child's freedom). ...Actually I might make a poll about that, I'm kind of curious what options people go for now.

The desire demon in Broken Circle who ensorcelled that Templar offered him a family life and happiness, although it's unclear if she asked him or just did it for her own reasons. It's a little hard to judge the exact details of the arrangement since he's completely under her control, but it seems like a safe bet that if sex is involved in the deal it's as a part of the "happy family life" illusion, not as the main draw.

It's a little unclear what Kitty offered Amalia, but it seems to have been friendship of some sort? Although it's also possible that there was no actual bargain involved and Kitty was just being nice so that Amalia would come back often enough to give Kitty the chance to get free and then possess her, which is her ultimate goal. When dealing with the Warden Kitty offers a nice staff in exchange for letting her take Amalia (side note, did not know you can get a staff out of Kitty (hehehehehehehe- sorry, I'm very mature I promise) by trading Amalia for it). So overall no offers of sex in this one.

Moving on to DA2, Allure from the Exiled Prince DLC offered Lady Harimann power in exchange for feeding on her husband, son and daughter and offers the same to Hawke and co if they let her go, and while there is some element of sex in the feeding (Lord Harimann, anyone?), Flora just gets drunk in the cellar and yells at thin air and Brett starts trying to turn people into statues by covering them in molten gold, so again it's not an automatically sexual thing.

Caress in Night Terrors does offer Aveline an illusion of Wesley, but that's more about her failed desire to save and protect him than any physical desire for him and (based on the wiki, I've never brought Aveline on this quest myself) Caress's aim in using him seems to be more getting Aveline to turn on Hawke by blaming them and their family for his death. Meanwhile she offers Isabela a ship and crew, feeding off her desire to be a proper captain again, which is a decidedly non-sexual deal to offer a character who the game sexualizes as constantly as it does Isabela. So again, no sexual offers in sight here.

And of course Imshael, the only male desire demon we see (other than Herren if we count him) and for what I'm sure are totally unrelated reasons the only one wearing actual clothes. Very slick, Bioware. Not. In TME he offers to let Michel influence the dreams of men in exchange for him sacrificing someone as a host for Imshael, and in DAI he offers the Inquisitor riches, power or virgins in exchange for his life and freedom, but if you ask for virgins he... doesn't have any (or if Cole is in the party he could find one but admits you probably wouldn't like the result) and gives you a rune instead. So much like in Arl of Redcliffe sex is presented as an option he's willing to make a deal for (and I'm sure the fact that he's offering to find people for you to have sex with instead of offering to have sex with you himself has nothing to do with him being the only male desire demon, see previous point re Bioware's slickness or lack thereof), but it's not the only choice on the list.

So out of the eleven major desire demons we've had run-ins with, five don't offer any deals that we know of (Xebenkeck at least probably did based on her age and power but we have no real details on what they were so she doesn't count), three offer deals with no sexual component, one offers a deal that ends with a sexual component for the demon's sake that does not involve the deal-maker (since Lord Harimann doesn't seem to have made any deal with Allure, she's just feeding on him, whatever that entails), and two offer sex in exchange for getting their way but also offer other options in case the protagonist would prefer something a little more useful than getting laid. So that's 3/11—27.27%—that offer deals involving sex in some way, or a little over a quarter. So if most of the deals we see desire demons make don't involve sex, why is their design so obviously supposed to be seen as sexy? It would actually make more sense for them to try to look like normal people, because the name of the game for a desire demon is manipulation. If you see a purple topless demon lady with nipple piercings, you are immediately going to be on your guard! That's suspicious! Why are you going to willingly make a deal with this thing! Bioware got so fixated on the idea of sexy demon ladies that they missed the bit where their desire demons don't work in a way where that design makes sense for them! Not only are the desire demons blatantly designed the way they are because Bioware wanted to shake some boobs at the camera, it actually weakens them as enemies because creatures that work largely through manipulation would not want to immediately look suspicious.