#guyhal 50/50

[wajjs]

AS WAS PROMISED: FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED

GIVING AWAY TO THE FIRST 4 PEOPLE IN MY ASKS A GUY/HAL ONESHOT - YOU CAN DETERMINE THE TROPE/SETTING/DETAILS

[wajjs]

Jumping in on the train, IF WE GET THIS TO 50/50 AND IT STAYS 50/50 I WILL WRITE A GUYHAL ONE-SHOT FOR THE FIRST 4 PEOPLE WHO ASK FOR ONE

Some of my GuyHal fics as example:

I sleep to dream the trail beneath your feet (Injustice fix-it of sorts)

The harder the rain, (90s canon compliant, as compliant as it gets when you add gay sex)

the law of you and me (feelings realization)

My own soul's warning (Injustice verse, 'nough said)

i know these roads, they sell lead to you (Married in Vegas verse)

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[wajjs]

Continuation of GuyHal Vegas marriage? Years in the future and/or a relationship reveal for the tropes <3

They’re making a scene—they’re so making a scene, and the greens aren’t known for their lack of gossiping. Hal can’t care, though, when Guy’s right there, looking up at him, warm and alive laid out in the infirmary bed and alive, speaking to him after months apart. “Ya do care.”

“I want a fucking divorce,” Hal says, never meaning it, leaning down for a kiss.

“Nah ya don’t,” Guy laughs again, doesn’t even notice how it makes half of his body complain because of all the muscles in his stomach that tense up when he does. He can’t notice when he’s got those lips right on top of his.

But they both notice Kilowog’s booming laughter.

Hal can feel the shape of Guy’s smile, he can feel it with his own lips. And damn it, it’s such a contagious thing, tugging at the fuzzy edges of his soul, making him tender, making him softer than yesterday. When Guy smiles, Hal can’t help it. He smiles, too.

They kiss until Kilowog’s laughter turns into full on hooting. They kiss in the most chaste way they have kissed each other so far, because they’re both tired, because they’re both injured, but also—because they’re just glad they’re both alive. It’s almost a full minute until they pull apart, though not far away. Hal’s resting his forehead atop Guy’s, and neither of their eyes are closed.

“Jackass,” Hal says centimeters above Guy’s shiteating grin.

“But a nice ass,” Guy tells him immediately, wiggling his eyebrows, and it feels fucking weird with their foreheads still pressed together.

“Up for debate,” with a huff he doesn’t mean, Hal pulls back, finally letting his shoulders relax.

Which is when John decides it is about time he makes his presence known. He clears his throat, amusement dancing in his eyes when both his friends jump, and vindictiveness stopping him from feeling too sorry when they both wince right after.

“I think,” John says as Hal turns to face him and Guy gives a lazy wave from the bed, “you two have something important to tell us.”

[REST ON AO3]

[wajjs]

Is there a spot still available?

How about kissing for a mission plus a good "oh, oh" moment?

A gasp.

He wakes up with a gasp and with his hands clenching around the cheap white sheets. His head hurts, dizzy in a way he’s never been, not after all those years training for and then actually flying planes.

Except he’s never flown a plane in his whole damn life.

He wakes, and right next to him, his partner wakes, too. They both groan almost in unison, and he lifts one of his hands to grab at his head. Maybe he’s hungover. Maybe he’s coming down with something…?

His partner sits up like he’s late for something too important. And then immediately his partner grabs his head as well, with both hands, almost curling in on himself as he does.

“Ugh,” his partner says, voice thick with sleep still lingering, “that was a mistake.”

He blinks up at the ceiling. The lights are out, but there are thin streams coming in through the cracks in the blinds, casting everything in a soft early morning glow. He can kind of see everything when he drags his eyes throughout the room: the ceiling fan, the dresser with the top drawer badly closed, a sleeve poking out, the body mirror propped against the wall, a picture frame on the dresser that’s like a beacon, making his mind and body freeze because.

His partner.

“Guy,” he croaks out, sitting up as well, and the sheets fall off his chest to reveal that he’s wearing nothing. Well. From the waist up, he’s wearing nothing. His stomach flips inside his body as if he’s about to hurl but somehow he knows there’s nothing inside to come out.

“I’m aight, babe,” Guy tells him, turning his head (still in his hands) just enough so that one eye peeks at him. Then, he quickly adds: “Ya look like shit.”

“Guy,” he insists, more urgently this time. He kicks off the sheets at the same time he moves to stand up. He’s dizzy, he’s still so dizzy, but it doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense.

Two long strides take his feet all the way to the dresser where the picture frame that’s yelling at him rests. He picks it up just as Guy’s standing from the bed as well, naked as the day he was born.

“Hal,” Guy’s voice is firm, and warm, and doing things to Hal’s stomach that’s already in knots, “what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“We,” Hal licks his lips and then swallows. In the dim light he can tell what the photo is about.

A wedding.

Well, not just about any wedding, rather their wedding. It just—it just doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense at all.

Guy’s standing right behind him now, his big, strong arms wrapping around Hal’s waist like they belong there. And for a second, Hal almost believes it. He almost buys into it, into the idea of them being, being this item, this couple. His heart wants to accept it. Fuck, even his mind is yelling at him to let this unease go, to take it in, to see what comes of this. But his instincts are right there, just like Guy’s arms are. But Guy’s so warm. Guy’s so warm, and Hal is always so cold, he’s always…

He sets the frame back down on the dresser. Guy hums, and his hands, rough, big, spread over his lower stomach. Hal hates this. Hal hates that he’s going to be the one to break this spell they’re under.

“Guy,” his voice is barely above a whisper. It is a stark contrast to the way his heart is thundering, clamoring away inside his chest. “Guy, we—we never got married.”

[READ THE REST ON AO3]

[wajjs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Guy Gardner/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) Characters: Guy Gardner, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Loop, Reality Bending, Alternate Reality, Getting Together, Feelings Realization, Mind Games, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Not Beta Read Summary:

“Remember,” he’s muttering, staring at Hal like it’s a matter of life or death, “gotta remember, Jordo. We’re, we’re bein’ played.”

[missyporkbarreling]

OKAY THIS IS HAPPENING.

We were able to get GuyHal to 50/50. We can do it with Boostle.

Currently Ted is leading by a small margin

Causing problems on this final:

If you get it to 50/50 they are a canon couple

If one of them wins, they get shipped with a writer's random OC and that ship is FOREVER

HAVE FUN!!!

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Merry GuyHal-mas~

Guy falling asleep on Hal is like an angry tomcat falling asleep on your lap.

[shootfighting]

guyhal nation we won! 50-50 go us!