#dapperaverage

[iamvegorott]

For the flower ask how about JJ and Chase?

JJ giggled as he watched Chase run around the large yard of the Ego Manor. He was a man on a mission, determined to get every single plant that even resembled a flower out of the grass. JJ didn’t have the heart to tell Chase he was technically gathering weeds for him. He was just too happy to see his partner thriving on this self-assigned task. JJ swore there were times he'd be willing to make the world stop turning if it meant seeing Chase's excited smile. 

“I’m going to have to make trips,” Chase said his realization out loud, rushing over to the patch of grass JJ sat on. “Round one.” 

“How many rounds do you think there’ll be?” JJ silently giggled as he signed his question.

“Um…two? Maybe three?” Chase answered before placing the handfuls of plants into JJ’s lap and then took off again. 

"I don't know how a heart so big can fit in one's body." JJ couldn't help from praising as the next round of flowers was added to his lap. 

"Last one" Chase had some pink on his cheeks and was running off once more. "And done!" He dropped the remaining plants on JJ and his chest puffed with pride. 

"Oh, Chase." JJ signed the name with a soft, adoring smile. He then beckoned Chase with a finger, getting the other to bend over a bit. JJ caught Chase's shirt collar and tugged him into a kiss. "Thank you." 

"It's-It's no problem." Chase stammered, the pink from before now a bright red. JJ just continued his smile and guided Chase into another kiss. 

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@bookwormscififan 

[docheros]

y'know what i noticed. i can't ship anyone with Jameson if not anti

[esculentevil]

Septic (AU) Host Club A.K.A.: SHoC

SHoC: Refurbished Bar in Ireland; Formerly Sean’s Bar

Sean: Owner; Wanted to give Chase a child friendly club to work at

Chase: Sean’s brother; Fatherly Host; Caters to those seeking comfort, food, and parental love; Handles mostly children (everyone jokes SHoC’s a daycare because of him; it’s actually become a good business plan); Specialty: Birthdays

Jackie: Sean’s other brother; Hunk/Health Host; Caters to people seeking help with healthy eating or exercise or just an embodiment of manliness to look at...; Handles mostly women and men with man crushes; Specialty: Dancing

Anti: Co-Owner; Jackie’s Lover “Antagonist” a.k.a. Punk/Philosophical Host; Caters to bookworms, rockers, and anyone who’d rather lounge around or participate in a mosh-pit than workout or drink a smoothie; Handles anyone, assuming they don’t piss It off, but dislikes children; Specialty: Singing/Lullabies

Marvin: Jackie’s childhood friend; Magician/Occult Host; Caters to theater buffs, magic lovers, and wiccans; Handles anyone regardless of gender as long as they’re genuinely/honestly interested in magic; Specialty: Magic Shows/Spells

Henrik: Marvin’s love-interest; Doctor/Nurse Host; Caters to the sick/injured, those seeking medical advice or comfort, and those seeking a caring soul; “treats” everyone regardless of gender or sexuality; Specialty: House Calls

Jameson: Anti’s baby brother; Bartender and Early 1900′s Aesthetic Host; Caters to “old school” enthusiasts, anyone who loves Swing and Big Band, and Chase (and his kids) because he has a crush on him; Specialty: Movie Night

((Don’t mind me! Just finishing up a long overdue draft~ lol This idea’s been in my head forever and still all I have to show for it is an outline... but I think it’s good enough to share with you All. Feel free to share your thoughts on it =D There’s notes under the cut that I’ll add to later.))

Random Notes:

Sean, Chase, and Jackie are actually triplets and no one knows who’s older.

Anti’s agender (It/Its), asexual, and genderblind.

Henrik is non-binary and aromantic. They love heels especially on Marvin.

Marvin’s a demiboy. He flirts constantly which makes him a good Host but Henrik’s the only one he’s really interested in and it shows via his gift giving—also all the times he’s purposefully worn high heels around them.

JJ and Chase both thought they were straight until they met each other.

Anti and Jackie have been flirting with each other from across the club for years and it’s obvious to everyone, even their clients, that they love each other but neither of them do ANYTHING about it—they haven’t even kissed ffs.

[florenceisfalling]

Wait. Chase and Jameson

idk why i am such a mixed bag on this ship..... i cannot decide on specifics...... i will simply ramble in da tags..... i think it is Good

[chocoships]

Hello! I want to know your thoughts or headcanons on dapperaverage (JJ x Chase) and also I have to say that I really really like you! :D

Aah, I don't know when that ask was sent but I just woke up so this answer might be only half coherent.

Anyway so- dapperaverage! I'll be honest when I say that I don't think very often about these two together but that pairing is C U T E! I really like it, although the dynamic I prefer between them might be different from some people. There's a lot of stuff where JJ sees Chase as a paternal figure (which is fine, but not my jam) and also a regular characterization of Jamie who's like "Oh jeepers! I am nothing but a polite gentlemen whisked away from the past. Won't someone be my guide in this oh so scary and confusing modern world?" That type of JJ is good but I really like the versions of him where he's more of a self reliant and adaptable guy.

Basically what I'm saying is that I like a confident Jamie with Chase who's kind of a mess :)c

They probably wouldn't have a moment of love at first sight though, I like to think that it'd be more a case of awkward stranger to -> good friends to -> reeeally good "friends" to -> Chase's obliviousness finally ran out, so now it's time to make that partner thing official.

So yeah, it's a good ship that I enjoy.

[scribblehoneybee]

When You're In Sight - Hero AU

“Well if it isn’t the heroes’ little friend.”

Chase stops tugging at the ropes to glare up at his captor. “You say that like you didn’t just kidnap me”

Timewarp grins, unfazed by the comment. “Theatrics, love. You should understand, what with that little show you run. That’s why you’re here after all!”

“What are you talking about?” Chase’s biting tone turns to one of confusion. In the back of his mind he knows he shouldn’t be talking to this man - he’s had enough run ins with Timewarp to know how dangerous talking to him could be.

“It’s simple - you know so much about those pesky heroes. Probably more than you let on in your videos, since you’ve been seen hanging around Jackieboy Man.”

“So what? Why does that matter?”

“Because, love,” Timewarp steps forward, leaning down to meet Chase’s gaze, “Not only do you have information, you also make an excellent hostage. Jackieboy is bound to come for you eventually, and if I can get to him, well…” he trails off, smirking. “Trickshot is sure to follow.”

Chase tugs on the ropes again, staring straight into the villain’s strange, uneven eyes. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think either of them are going to waste their time on you?”

Timewarp laughs, the sound echoing so loudly in Chase’s mind that it makes him wince. He leans back down, patting his captive’s cheek. “Looks and a sense of humor. No wonder you have so many fans. ”

“Fuck you, man.” Chase spits, tugging harshly at the ropes. He could just burn through them, but he can’t risk getting caught. It’s hard enough keeping his identity a secret while still running his channel, he definitely doesn’t need some villain finding out.

“Maybe some other time, I already have plans for our evening.” Timewarp grins, reaching into his jacket and retrieving a small object.

“What the hell-“ Chase is cut off by a pocket watch dropping in front of his eyes. Shit.

“Now tell me, love. You keep tabs on all the… eccentric characters in this city, right?”

Chase feels a shiver run down his spine, already feeling the watch tugging on his gaze. It wasn’t even swinging yet. “I guess, what about it?”

“Then surely you know what this little trinket can do?”

“Obviously.” He forces himself to look at the ground - anywhere but the watch. “You can stop time and hypnotize people. Not sure why you’re not just using your eyes, though.” He swears silently, he shouldn’t have let that slip.

Timewarp’s eyes widen for a moment before his surprise turns to glee. “So you really are in contact with those heroes. Wonderful!” He glances down at the watch and allows it to start swinging gently on its chain. The sudden movement catches Chase’s eye and he’s staring again.

He can already feel his resolve weakening, and curses himself for already falling into this trap so many times before. “You really think that shit is gonna work on me?”

“We’ll just have to find out, now won’t we?” Timewarp’s grin never leaves his face. “And that’s the curious thing about hypnosis, love. It only works if we want it to. All the magic in the world couldn’t pull you under if you really wanted to fight it…”

That’s bullshit, a voice screams in the back of Chase’s mind. He knows better than most that Timewarp’s powers don’t work like that. Once he gets a hold on you it’s over, regardless of your own desires or will. All Chase can do is fight, and hope Jackie shows up before the villain can get into his head.

“... you can just let your eyes follow the watch back and forth, allowing your breath to match its slow, easy rhythm. And if you start to feel your body relaxing... well, that’s perfectly natural.”

Chase’s eyes start to flutter and he jerks his head to the side, heart racing. Damnit, he shouldn’t be falling this fast - no, he shouldn’t be falling at all. He’s supposed to be a superhero! “Fuck. You.”

“There’s no need to be so hostile! We’re just talking, love. A nice conversation never hurt anyone.”

“I don’t see what’s so nice about it.” He spits back, still glaring at the floor

Timewarp grabs his chin, forcing his gaze back to the watch. Chase almost misses the manic spark in his eyes. “You know, this would be a lot more pleasant if you would cooperate. I wouldn’t want to break that pretty little mind of yours.”

“I’d like to see you… try…” Chase tries to shake his head, to look away, but it’s impossible with the villain’s grip on his jaw. That damn watch is so distracting . It keeps catching his gaze and then his eyes follow it for one swing... then two….. then five……. and it’s harder to look away every time. He’s so focused on keeping his thoughts in a straight line that he doesn’t even notice that Timewarp is still talking, his soft voice echoing around Chase’s head, pulling him deeper into trance.

“... just let yourself relax, breathing nice and deep for me.That’s it, love.” He feels Chase slump in his grip and his grin widens. “Falling so quickly for me… Very good! Those eyes must be feeling so tired, so heavy, ready to just slide shut at any moment.”

Chase can only hum in response, his eyelids fluttering in a last attempt at resistance.

Timewarp moves his hand from Chase’s chin, allowing gravity to make his head feel even heavier. He lets the watch swing a few more times, lulling his captive further, then he snaps - the sound echoing around the empty warehouse. With that Chase’s eyes fall shut and he relaxes fully. If it weren’t for the ropes binding him to the chair, he probably would have fallen over. "There you go. Falling deeper and deeper for me now. Good.”

Timewarp’s expression softens as he gently caresses the sleeping man’s cheek. “You’re just as adorable as always, sunshine. We should play like this more often.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Chase’s forehead. “I’ll take you on a nice date this weekend to make up for this, promise.”

He stands back up, sliding the pocket watch back into his pocket and straightening his jacket.

“Now, tell me about those hero friends of yours…”

[deareliza]

moodboards // CHASE & JAMESON 

⇨ super septic au 💥

[leobashi]

Maybe a JJ Chase fusion? Or Marvin and Chase? That’s... idk know the JJ and Chase name, but Marvin and Chase is Trickshot, I think.

Hmmm JJ and Chase? DapperBro? DapperAverage? I’m up for any better names, but this fusion makes the best baked goods and you can’t deny it. Tea parties yes. Big collection of hats. Also does lots of arts and crafts. Won the best smile award. Pretty stubborn. The stache is their pride and joy.

TrickShot does a lot of grand entrances. They are loud and always demanding attention. Loves to talk about themselves. Roller skates and capes. Serious sweet tooth and steals cookies from the cookie jar. Everything they try to cook burns. Lots of pranks that only they find funny. Messy, but like to leave the mess for someone else to clean up

[esculentevil]

Septic AU: Charcoal Chase

((Or: that AU where Chase has Synesthesia.))

Chase is a painter who sees everyone as colors.

His best friend, Marvin, is a rich pink. His brother, Anti, is a lovely forest green. Anti's partner, Jackie, is a velvety red. Chase's own boyfriend, Jameson, is a warm yellow (he calls him sunshine). Even their doctor, Henrik, is a deep blue.

But Chase only sees himself as an ugly charcoal gray.

He's told that can't be true. Jameson tells him all the time that he's more of a zesty orange than anything (and, yes, that comes with all the fruity jokes, too).

But Chase just can't see it.

All he sees is charcoal gray.

[scribblehoneybee]

Come Around Again - Hero AU

“Do you ever feel like you’re just not… doing enough?”

Jameson looks up at the hero, studying his expression before responding. He still isn't sure why he's here - ever since their run in a few weeks back, Trickshot had made a habit of dropping by the shop every few days. He always said it was to make sure the florist was safe, but Jameson couldn’t help but feel on edge. How could he not? His arch nemesis was in his flower shop, drinking his tea, complaining about issues he had probably caused. A million things could go wrong, but he still can’t bring himself to kick the hero out.

Carefully, he signs, “I think everyone feels like that sometimes, hero.”

Trickshot’s eyes go wide at the nickname, and Jameson almost worries that his cover has been blown. He can’t be the only one who calls him that, right? He breathes a sigh of relief when the other man continues after a few beats.

“Well yeah, but I’m not - I’m supposed to be a hero, you know? I have all these powers, we all do. But people are still getting hurt. You still got hurt.”

Jameson blinks, taking a moment to absorb that information. He had no idea his nemesis had so many doubts, so many insecurities… or that he cared about him that much.

“I just want to protect everyone and I can’t, but I feel like I should be able to.” Trickshot continues, rambling now. “I don’t know man, I just… wish I could be stronger. Or something. Just better in general. Shit.” He rubs his face, shifting his bright orange mask to reveal more glowing freckles. Jameson feels himself blush.

“Sunshine-” he starts to sign, hand pausing before opening all the way. Damn this hero for reminding him so much of his boyfriend. He fiddles with his hands for a moment and tries to regain his train of thought. “You’re still only one person. You can’t do everything on your own. I’ve seen what you can do, have a bit more faith in yourself.”

Trickshot chews his lip (another habit that makes Jameson blush). “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He sighs, leaning back in his chair. He shoots Jameson a tired smile. “Sorry for coming in here and ranting at you. Not exactly the most heroic thing, huh?”

“It’s no problem. Afternoons get pretty slow anyway, I appreciate the company.” Jameson smiles back. That wasn’t a total lie - as dangerous as it is to have the hero here, he is quite fond of him. Not that he’d admit that to anyone, including himself. “You should probably head out before my delivery comes in, though. I can’t imagine you’re in the mood for that much attention.”

“Wait shit - what time is it?” Trickshot jerks up, looking around the shop for a clock.

Jameson leans to check the screen on his desk. “Almost 2, why?”

Trickshot jumps up, downing the rest of his tea. “Goddamnit, I gotta go. Thanks for the tea and for uh, listening to me. You’re a good guy.” He reaches across the table, touching Jameson’s hand for a moment. He seems reluctant to pull away.

Jameson moves away first, hoping the heat in his cheeks isn’t too noticeable. “Alright, be seeing you then.” He signs, smiling politely.

“Oh, by the way - Timewarp’s been hanging around here lately. So just keep an eye out okay?” He takes Jameson’s palm and a pen from the counter, then scribbles out a phone number. “The cops are useless when it comes to that guy. I at least know his schtick.”

Jameson looks down at his hand, mind racing with all the new possibilities this presents. Then he flashes Trickshot a sharp grin, “I can take care of myself just fine, but alright.”

“Awesome, later buttercup!” He rushes out of the store, the bell ringing behind him and leaving Jameson with nothing but silence and the flush on his cheeks.

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Jameson jumps a bit when his phone buzzes in his apron pocket. He pulls it out, glancing at it under the counter.

[ Sunshine<3 : sry bb got held up. b there in a bit x ]

He smiles, shaking his head. He taps out a quick reply and then heads to the back of the shop. In place of his phone he pulls out another small object - an old, ornate pocket watch. Clicking it open, he lets out a sigh. That hero really held him up, he has so much to do before the delivery gets here!

“Well, if there isn’t enough time,” he says to himself, voice echoing around in his own head as he pulls the crown out two clicks. The watch stops ticking, and his sepia aura rushes out to engulf the world around him. A falling petal freezes just inches above the ground.

“I can always make my own.”

[scribblehoneybee]

“i’ll keep you warm.” trickwarp UwU

The door to the coffee shop swings open, letting in yet another blast of cold autumn air. Jameson shivers - as much as he loves this season, he’s just not built for cold weather. He tugs the sleeves of his sweater down over his hands for some extra warmth.

Chase is still standing by the counter waiting for their orders, and Jameson stares at him with a mix of admiration and envy. He wishes he could get away with just wearing a t-shirt in November! Jameson is certain that the only reason Chase even brings a jacket most days is so he can eventually steal it.

Not that he minds, of course. He’ll never complain about getting to wrap up in his boyfriend’s hoodie.

Plus, that shirt really shows off his shoulders… and yellow is definitely his color. Jameson leans on his sweater clad hand, blush warming his cheeks as he stares unabashedly. How did he ever get so lucky?

Chase practically runs back to the table with their drinks and sweets, a wide grin on his face, “They have that vanilla thing you like again!! When they saw how excited I was they even gave me half off the pastry - guess there are some perks to being regulars after all.”

Jameson can’t help but laugh. “You’re adorable,” he signs, pulling the mug and chocolate croissant closer to him, “Thank you, sunshine.”

“No problem, babe!” the smile Chase gives him puts the nickname to shame, and Jameson is almost grateful for the warmth spreading through his chest. Especially when another breeze sends a shiver across his skin. Chase seems to notice almost immediately, “Are you really cold? It’s like a million degrees in here!”

“We can’t all be warm blooded, you know,” Jameson signs back, failing to fight off another shiver.

Instead of responding, Chase stands up from his seat and slides into the booth beside Jameson, throwing an arm around his shoulders. He pulls him close and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm!”

Jameson giggles and leans closer, relaxing against Chase’s side. The other man’s body heat seeps through the thick fabric of his sweater, warming him even faster than the flush on his cheeks. If this wasn’t a normal occurrence he might be worried about a fever - but Chase swears up and down that his doctor friend said it was fine.

He brings the mug up to his lips and takes a drink, savoring the delightful bittersweet blend of vanilla and espresso.

Another breeze swirls around the coffee shop as another customer enters, blowing a few leaves in behind them. Jameson shivers, only for Chase to pull him closer as he begins rambling about his latest vlog series. He smiles against the rim of the mug.

This is perfect.

[scribblehoneybee]

58 with Chase and JJ? (Maybe some timewarp stuff? 👀)

Timewarp grins as he slips the watch back into his pocket. He looks down at the hero, once again bound and entranced, ready to bend to his will. “You’re just too easy, love,” he taunts, a huff of laughter rising when the hero simply hums in response.

He tilts Trickshot’s face up to meet his. The hero’s eyes are distant and unfocused, a golden sheen dancing across them. “Lovely, just perfect,” he praises, patting the hero’s cheek, “Now remember, eyes on me while I’m speaking to you. We wouldn’t want you to miss anything, would we?”

Trickshot shakes his head slowly, swaying gently in his seat. The motion must’ve made him dizzy.

“Oh you poor thing, can’t even shake his pretty little head on his own. Now tell me love, why are you here?”

To serve you.

“To serve you,” he replies after a moment, voice slurred and monotone.

“Yes! Perfect again,” he grins wickedly, eyes glinting in the dim light, “And how can you best serve me?”

However you ple-

“By giving in to you. Completely.”

Timewarp blinks. That… isn’t the response he had worked to program into the hero. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that, hero?”

“Untie my mask.”

“What?” He leans in close, searching the hero’s eyes for some spark of resistance, but there’s nothing. Only adoration and blind obedience. “I don’t much like practical jokes, you know.”

“I exist only to serve your desires.”

Timewarp grabs the hero’s face, grip tight and punishing “I didn’t tell you to say that, hero. You listen to me.”

“I want you to know.”

“No you don’t!! There are rules!! What is wrong with you?”

“You want to know.”

Timewarp takes a step back. Something is definitely wrong. “No!! I don’t care I never-”

A hand darts out and latches onto his wrist. The ropes that had once bound the hero lay smoldering on the floor. His grip burns, and Timewarp screams.

“Let me go!! What the hell is this?” He tries to pull away, but the hero’s grip is too strong. His eyes glow with his powers, and Timewarp feels himself being drawn into them. They’re just so warm, and bright. It almost feels…

Safe.

Timewarp’s head spins with an all too familiar sensation. His thoughts begin to melt away, weighing him down deeper, and deeper, like molten iron dragging him into the depths of his mind. Just as he’s about to fold under the pressure, a voice comes to him.

“You control me.”

“I… control you.”

“I am yours.”

“You are mine.”

“You have always wanted this.”

“No I…” Timewarp tries to blink, to clear his head, but his eyes are still fixed on Trickshot’s. “I’ve… always wanted this.”

The voice speaks a final time, “You have waited for this moment for a long time.”

He is helpless to resist.

“I’ve waited for this moment… for a long time.”

His hands reach up as if pulled by strings. In the corners of his fixed, burning vision, he sees himself grab the long strips of orange fabric.

He pulls the knot loose, and the mask flutters to the ground.

-

Jameson jerks awake, breath coming fast and heavy. The dream that woke him dances on the edge of his mind, just out of reach, taunting him with its contents. He counts his breaths in… and out, tugging a trembling hand through his sweat drenched hair.

“Babe? Something wrong?” a sleepy voice questions from beside him. Warm arms reach out to wrap around his waist.

The light from the window washes over the room - the city is never truly dark, and Jameson prefers it that way. It also makes it easier to have late night conversations. “Just a dream, sorry,” he signs. He leans down to press a soft kiss to Chase’s lips.

The other man hums, smiling. “S’okay, was it a nightmare? You seem kinda freaked out.”

“I’m… not sure,” his hands pause as he tries to recall the dream. But it’s gone, leaving a strange nagging feeling in its place. “I think you were there?”

Chase sits up with a groan, bones cracking as he stretches. He leans over to pepper Jameson’s neck with light kisses. “Well I guess I wasn’t doing my job, then.”

“And what might that be?” he giggles, pulling Chase closer.

“Keeping you safe and happy,” Chase says, voice quiet and tender. When he pulls back his eyes are shining with adoration. Jameson swears he could melt.

“You’re such a sap, sunflower.”

Chase laughs, “Sunflowers don’t have sap! They have pollen, and seeds,” he pauses, suddenly looking thoughtful. “Do either of those count? Like are they the same thing?”

Jameson thinks for a moment, thrown off by the sudden shift in conversation. “Flowers have nectar, if that’s what you mean?”

“Yeah, that!” Chase grins, “So I’m… a nectar.”

Jameson snorts, “You’re something alright.” He leans in for another kiss, heart swelling. The little offended noise he makes against his lips only makes the feeling double. He loves this boy far too much. It’s not fair.

“Well,” Chase says, pulling away and flopping back on the pillows, “I’m a sleepy something.” He reaches out and caresses Jameson’s cheek, and the other man leans into the touch. “Ready to go back to sleep?”

Jameson nods, returning to his spot curled against Chase’s chest. He’s so warm, and he always knows exactly how to get Jameson’s mind off of things. He can’t decide which he’s more grateful for right now in the cold bedroom.

Chase is snoring before Jameson even manages to get comfortable. He smiles, tilting his head up to kiss just under Chase’s jaw.

After waiting a moment to make sure he’s really asleep, Jameson relaxes and allows his voice to reach out to Chase’s mind. It echoes around gently, pulling the other deeper into sleep.

“Goodnight, sunshine. I love you so much.”

Chase hums, subconsciously pulling him closer, and Jameson drifts back to sleep with a smile still on his face.

[deareliza]

moonlight.

Chase stumbles to the edge of the water, the dinghy he’d taken from the Jolly Fetch right where he left it. He carefully sets his cargo from the town on the floor of the boat, and much less carefully climbs aboard, ignoring the slight spinning of his head as he pushes off and begins to row toward the ship.

He starts to lose himself in the calmness of the moonlit waters as he goes, humming a shanty under his breath.

He can almost fathom he hears music in the air, nearly imperceptible. It lulls him and he pauses in his rowing for a moment, his arms growing heavy.

He startles when he sees something beneath the water, gliding silently, gone as soon as it appears. But it’s dark, it’s gotten very late - it must just be his imagination.

He turns the other way and digs in his bag for his prize, fumbling and dropping the bottle of whiskey almost as soon as it’s in his hand. There’s someone - something - there, just inches from the side of the boat, staring at him with bright eyes.

It’s a man. A man with an extraordinarily beautiful face, dark eyes and hair that shines in the moonlight like the shallow waves, the ends of his mustache naturally curled. His eyes are fixed on Chase’s face, lips slightly open in - curiosity? He has a softness to him that Chase has rarely seen.

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the man smiles and glides closer, and Chase can’t look away.

Hello, sunbeam.

He barely jumps at the sweet voice echoing around his head, only leaning in closer. The man takes hold of the edge of the boat, using it to pull himself up. Chase’s eyes fix on his lips.

You’re a pretty one, aren’t you? He hears a faint laugh, unlike any sound he’s ever heard - it’s too sweet, too beautiful for human ears. He smiles in response, his world narrowing to just this man, his eyes, his hair in the moonlight. He hears the same melody as before, building to something haunting but still just out of reach, curling gently, teasingly, around him.

Wouldn’t you like to swim with me?

Oh, he would. He’s smiling in return, sighing as the man cups his face, drawing him in closer for a kiss. Their lips meet for a glorious second before hands are gripping his arms, pulling him from the boat and into the water.

He panics for barely a second before there are lips on his again, soft and demanding and curved into a sweet smile. He melts into it, his hands finding a narrow waist and the beginnings of smooth scales. His eyes flutter open as he’s pulled impossibly close to find a pair of caramel eyes inches from his own, narrowed in joy as the siren kisses him again.

Suddenly, he’s released. He gasps and sends a stream of bubbles billowing to the surface, and he chases them, choking on air when he finds it. The dinghy is there, and he drags himself on board, searching the waters for any sign of the siren. There’s none.

Chase takes a sip of whiskey, closing his eyes as it burns and warms his stomach. He grabs the oar, squeezing it just a bit too tight as he plunges it into the water, and begins to row.

⇨  ao3

⇨  siren au ⚓️

[scribblehoneybee]

Delivery - Hero AU

The bell over the door rings as Chase enters the flower shop. He glances around, waiting for the sound to summon its owner.

Jameson quickly emerges from the back room, smoothing out his apron and trying to make himself presentable for his customer. Chase can’t help but smile when he sees the smudge of dirt on the other man’s face.

“Missed a spot there, babe,” he teases, tapping his own chin.

Jameson’s head shoots up, and his polite smile splits into a huge grin. He practically runs out from behind the counter to kiss Chase on the cheek. “I almost thought you weren’t coming! The delivery came in almost an hour ago.”

Chase rubs at his neck, cheeks burning. His other hand fidgets with the mask in his pocket. “Sorry, got a bit uh, held up.” Literally . His thoughts return to the bank robbery he just prevented - criminals really have the worst timing.

“It’s alright, sunshine. I got started on the lighter ones in the meantime,” he signs quickly, still smiling. He leads Chase through the maze of tables and shelves to back of the shop. The door is propped open, allowing a warm breeze to blow inside. The swirl of perfume it picks up is enough to make Chase’s head spin. No matter how many times he helps around the shop, he’ll never get used to that.

Jameson is already out back struggling to pick up a large crate by the time Chase snaps out of his daze. It slips just enough for him to see the ‘fragile’ stamp before swooping in to catch it. “Dude, let me get that one. I’m supposed to be doing the heavy lifting today!”

“My hero,” Jameson signs, winking as he turns to grab the first box of roses.

Chase just laughs, his heart fluttering with the praise. He shoves the mask deeper into his pocket before picking up the crate.

“I do my best.”

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Unlikely - Hero AU

Timewarp saunters up to the bound hero. “Fancy meeting you here, love. How are things? The family?”

Trickshot snarls back, “Don’t fuck with me, Timewarp. Just tell me what you want so we can get this over with.”

“Oh hero, you wound me. I thought we had something special!” TImewarp smirks. His fingers trace under the hero's jaw, tilting his head up to meet his swirling eyes, “You know, you really are pretty like this, darling.”

Trickshot jerks his head to the side, eyes fixed firmly on the floor. He silently thanks the stars his mask covers most of his face - he couldn’t let this asshole catch him blushing. “Shut up! I know your game.”

Timewarp chuckles, “If you did, you wouldn’t keep playing along so well. Do you have a soft spot for me?”

The hero’s cheeks burn even hotter, his blush spreading up to his ears. “What the hell makes you think that?”

“Call it intuition I suppose. Now, my hero,” Timewarp grabs his chin, harder this time. His voice is low and sultry as it echoes around Trickshot’s head. “Let’s begin.”

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moodboards // CHASE & JAMESON

⇨  domestic au ☕️