#wheres that one comic where abe gets into a mission and has to tear down a monster with an axe

[epicfirestormer]

What I love about Hellboy and Abe Sapien's dynamic in the comics is that, if you came into this blind, you'd expect Abe to be the voice of reason or the straight man to Hellboy's impulsive and hotheaded personality. But no, Abe is more often than not the crazy one. Hellboy would deal with fighting evil monsters and bad guys by just sighing and getting it over with, while Abe is going rabid over tearing the creature apart when he does get into a fight. Hellboy acts like it's a 9-to-5 job and will reasonably talk things out with a guy that had nearly killed him before, Abe acts like a madman in a slaughter house and his first instinct is to shoot first kill second and ask third. They're both insane, but on completely different levels.

[ragingbookdragon]

You Light The Spark In My Bonfire Heart

Kyle Rayner x Batbro One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I HAVEN'T HAD ANY WIFI ALL DAY BUT NOW I DO AND this is my new obsession and pair and you can tear it from my cold dead hands. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Kyle had an easy morning routine: get up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, workout, shower, drink protein shake, and draw. It was simple and effective, and helped him maintain a sense of normalcy that he didn’t always have when he was up in space. He typically started out with sketching small things, mostly faces and limbs from memory, the occasional suit redesign, then he’d get into the bigger works, drawing comic panels and the commissions he had. And while Kyle loved to be up in space, to be a Green Lantern, drawing felt like coming home to him, like it was the natural state. That being said, he didn’t love being interrupted when he was in the middle of something important—it was bad for the groove.

***

As the second round of knocking sounded on his door, Kyle grunted and stood from his desk, padding through the hallway to his front door; he flicked the lock and pulled open the door, surprise etching across his face when he saw the eldest Wayne leaning against the door frame—rather cockily, Kyle added, because the soldier’s arm was propped on the frame, the other stuck in the side-pocket of his dark tactical bomber jacket.

“Good morning, Kyle,” he greeted with a smirk. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

The Lantern blinked, shaking his head. “Uh, no, you’re not, (Y/N).” he looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Had some business to take care of for my dad, and since I was in the area, I figured I’d drop by and see if you wanted to get some lunch with me.”

Kyle took a moment to lean out the doorway slightly, looking down the stretched hallway. “How’d you know where I live?”

“Please, a magician never reveals his secrets,” he deflected coolly, gazing at Kyle. “What do you say? Wanna get some lunch? I know a really good sports bar that serves great food.”

He looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. “Yeah. Let me go get dressed.”

The soldier merely winked in return and with fumbling hands, Kyle managed to shut the door before his cheeks burst into flames, hurrying back to his bedroom to pull together an outfit that would impress the man.

***

Kyle almost dropped to his knees when he saw the car parked outside his apartment building, and (Y/N) knew it too, because he chirped, “Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

He nodded dumbly. “Is this a McLaren 720S?”

“Mhm.” He opened the doors and slid into the driver’s seat, looking through the passenger door. “Coming?”

“Am I ever,” Kyle breathed, climbing into the seat, immediately running his hands along the dashboard and seat. “I’m in love.”

“Wait till you hear her purr,” (Y/N) said, closing the doors, and pushing the ignition. The sports car roared to life and he grinned at the way Kyle’s face melted. “Yeah, she’s a beauty.” He put the car in drive and looked through the side mirror, then pulled out onto the street.

“Is this one of your dad’s cars?”

“Nah, I bought this for myself a couple months ago.” He pulled the sunglasses from his t-shirt and put them on. “This and an Audi TT.”

Kyle huffed a laugh. “Jesus, you billionaires live it up, don’t you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Hey, I live life in the fast lane. Might as well drive in it too.” He pushed a button on the touch screen and music filtered through the speakers, and Kyle’s face pinched in confusion. “What?”

“This isn’t—James Blunt isn’t the music I figured you’d play.”

“What’d you think I’d be listening too? Rock?” he chuckled, turning the volume down a bit. “Don’t get me wrong, I listen to all kinds of rock music, but I figured you’d want something easy rather than head-bang your brains out rock.” (Y/N) stopped at a red light and glanced over. “You can look through the artists on my phone if you want.”

Kyle shook his head, relaxing into the seat as the melody flowed through him. “No, I like this artist.” The soldier merely smiled in return, pressing the gas pedal again, and Kyle suddenly remembered something. “Speaking of artist, I saw the canvas in your bedroom the other day. Do you draw?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Not like you. It’s more of a pastime than a lifestyle.”

“You’re good at it. You’re painting your family in their suits. Details and designs included.” The artist regarded him with impression. “That takes skill.”

“I’d like to think I just have a steady hand and a lot of patience for stressful tasks.” (Y/N) turned the wheel, coming up behind a line of cars. “It’s an easy way for me to relax and mentally run through past events.”

“Like what?” Kyle questioned curiously.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, but not in a loathing way, more of a thoughtful one. “Missions, conversations, things I could’ve done differently, things I will do differently.” He shrugged again. “Painting for me is just a time when I think about everything and nothing.”

“Well, you’re great at it, (Y/N).”

He snorted. “It’s just a bunch of paintings of my family and friends and military shit.”

Kyle blinked and leaned over. “Wait, is that painting in the den—”

“The one of the F-18 Super Hornet?”

“Yeah. You painted that?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. I got Hal Jordan to take me up in one a few years ago and decided to commemorate the trip.”

“Wow,” the Lantern breathed. “I stared at that canvas for at least an hour the first time I saw it. I was just so blown away by how amazing it was.” He chuckled and shook his head. “And to find out, you drew it and not some world-famous painter.”

“Hey, I could be world famous if I wanted.” (Y/N) shot back, turning onto a less busy backstreet. “I just choose to retain my talents for family and friends.”

“Because of your job?”

“That too.” He agreed. “My squad and I take careful precautions to avoid our faces being seen during any missions for the safety of our families.” His face turned as solemn as his voice. “We do what we do to make the world safer. To keep our families and friends safe. It’s imperative that we’re not seen.”

Kyle cocked a brow. “But you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?”

“I am,” he nodded. “But I’m not as…out as the rest of my siblings. You’d be able to recognize them from press photos, but me not so much.” (Y/N) pulled into a parking spot outside the bar. “People only recognize me when they see the name on the credit cards. And I prefer to keep it that way.” A goofy smile crossed his lips. “The high life isn’t for me.”

“Says the man that drives a 710 horsepower sports car.” Kyle shot back with a grin of his own and (Y/N) stuck his tongue out as he turned the car off and opened the doors.

“Okay, I’m not actively in the high life but that doesn’t mean I don’t like luxury.” He closed the car doors and opened the front door to the bar for Kyle. “After you.”

“Thank you.” He replied, and walked inside, only stopping to turn and ask, “Do you want to sit at the bar or a table?”

(Y/N) tipped his head to the side. “I’m down with both, but I like the bar more.”

“Bar it is,” Kyle said and slid into one of the chairs, (Y/N) the other, and an older man wandered over.

“Well, I’ll be damned, is that (Y/N) Wayne I see?”

He turned, expression morphing into joy as he reached out and shook the older man’s hand. “Jack, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you son. How’ve you been?”

“Ah, you know me, sir. Nothin’ changing but the weather.”

Jack snorted. “And the desert where you dig sand outta your ass.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Damn straight.” He looked at Kyle. “Kyle, I’d like you to meet Jack Dagher. He’s an old CO of mine.”

Kyle shook the man’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“It’s all mine,” Jack replied. “It’s been a while since (Y/N) brought anybody here.”

At that, Kyle turned to the soldier who was busy looking anywhere but his face. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. Sonovabitch doesn’t bring his dates here unless he really likes ‘em.”

(Y/N) coughed, glaring at the man. “Alright, we get it. Aren’t you supposed to be taking orders?”

Jack gave him a smug look in return. “What can I get you boys to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer,” Kyle said, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“No shit, kid. What kind?”

(Y/N) snickered as Kyle flushed. “Uh, a Heineken.”

Jack sighed. “And he had such potential. (Y/N)?”

“Gimme a strawberry daiquiri then water after.”

“Still ordering fruity drinks, huh?”

“Hey, they get you drunk faster than horse piss does, you old fart.” He shot back and the old man chuckled.

“Touché.” He slapped the bar. “I’ll bring those to you with an order of chili fries.”

“Thanks Jack,” (Y/N) smiled, watching the man walk off before turning to Kyle who was watching one of the baseball games. “You like sports?”

He tipped his head side to side. “I don’t not like them. I was never a sporty kid in school, but I like watching them.” He looked at the solider. “What were you like in school? Jock or prep?”

“Probably a bit of both,” he answered. “I played sports and had the highest grades.” Shrugging, he added, “And being a Wayne boosted me into the top tier of schools, so, there’s that. To be honest, I think all of us Wayne kids were and are a mixture of every stereotypical category.”

“I can see that,” Kyle laughed. “Especially with Jason and Dick.”

“Shit, I was talking about Timmy.” (Y/N) said. “That kid’s a grade A nerd.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

The two of them laughed and a woman placed their drinks in front of them, both giving their thanks as they took sips.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”

“My muscles are one hundred percent real. Especially my abs. Which you’re allowed to feel on in envy if you want.”

Kyle snorted into his beer, wiping his mouth. “No!” a few more chuckles passed his lips as he wiped the bar. “Are you…you know…?”

“A Leo?” (Y/N) offered with a smile, but his eyes told Kyle he knew exactly what the Lantern was asking, and he said, “I like the liquor, but I don’t care what label it has on it.”

The other man smiled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“But if you want the technical term, I am pansexual.” He regarded Kyle a moment. “You?”

“Bisexual.”

His lips pulled in an impressed fashion. “Pretty fly for a bi guy.”

Kyle gaped at him for a moment, then shoved (Y/N) in the side as he buried his face in his arms and laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

“Ah thank you,” he grinned. “I get it from my old man.”

“You,” he cut himself off with a cackle. “do not get that from him.”

��Look, you know the big man in the suit. You don’t know the complete goober we live with,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling at the waitress who placed menus in front of them; he picked his up and flipped through it.

“What do you recommend?”

“Hmm…anything with bacon on it.” He showed the menu. “If you like salads, get the steak and blue cheese one, it’s fantastic. Or if you’re more into tacos, they’ve got these awesome shrimp carnitas with chili peppers.”

Kyle’s brows furrowed as he looked the menu over. “What are you gonna get?”

“My usual. Tomahawk steak with garlic butter and mashed potatoes.” (Y/N) groaned and rested his head back. “I haven’t had a good steak in months, and I can just taste it already.”

“So, you’re a meat and potatoes kind of man?”

He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. “Unlike the cup noodle and Hawaiian roll man beside me.”

“Ouch. Hit me where it hurts.”

“C’mon Kyle, hit me with your best shot.”

“Better watch it, (Y/N),” he grinned. “You might be the next notch in my pencil case.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

***

“Holy crap,” Kyle breathed, hands resting lightly on his stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

(Y/N) moaned. “Stick a fork in me. I’m done.”

“Done?” their waitress laughed. “You haven’t even finished your desserts yet!”

“Oh God, don’t make me,” the Lantern whined. “I’ll explode.” He looked over. “(Y/N), take one for the team.”

“Pass,” he replied. “I think I’ve gained ten pounds just looking at the rest of the cheesecake.”

The woman laughed. “I’ll wrap the leftovers for you boys.” She wandered off, leaving them alone, and a blaring ringtone filled the space between.

(Y/N) jumped a little, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind if I get this really quick?”

Kyle shook his head. “Go ahead.”

He slid his thumb along the bottom and rested the phone on the bar. “This is Wayne.”

Captain! Finally. I’ve been texting you all afternoon.

“I know,” he snorted. “I’ve been ignoring it.”

Yeah well, the longer you ignore me the slower it takes for the radar dish to get replaced.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you’d procured one.”

I did. Then the buyer told me I wasn’t registered for official military hardware.

He frowned. “That’s odd. You did contact Thomas, right?”

Yeah. Beady eyed looking motherfucker who serves on the George Washington, right?

“That’s him.” (Y/N) hummed. “Tell you what, I’ll call him later this evening and get it all sorted out, yeah?”

Sounds good. Hey, did you take that guy out yet? Your little brother won’t stop texting me about some twinkie you’re into.”

(Y/N) froze as he felt Kyle’s eyes drilling into the side of his head and he stuttered, “Uh, Nadeen, now’s not the best time.”

What do you mean best—oh…ohhhhhh. I, uh, I gotta go, Captain.

“Yep. Bye.” He locked the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, refusing to meet Kyle’s eyes. “So…you catch the baseball game?”

“Which one of your brother’s thinks I’m a twink?” Kyle asked. “Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Jason, isn’t it?” he grunted in his throat, deadpanning, “I can’t believe my best friend thinks I’m a twink.”

“It’s Dick, actually.” (Y/N) grinned, turning to face him and he reached over, pinching Kyle’s cheek. “It’s just ‘cause you’re so cute and perky.”

The Lantern merely glared at him, griping, “I’m not as strong as you, put I can punch pretty hard.”

“Ooo, those are fighting words,” he shot back with a smirk, letting Kyle go. “Careful, I’m ticklish.”

“I feel like I’m talking to Hal.”

(Y/N) whined, all but collapsing onto Kyle who started snickering. “I’ve just been murdered.” He buried his face in Kyle’s shoulder. “Can’t believe I was just compared to Highball. The world must be coming to an end.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby. You’re not dying.”

“I am!” he turned his head, gazing at Kyle. “You’ll have to carry me to safety.”

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I did not say that.”

“You did, but in more words.”

“Alright, now I’m talking to Guy.”

“THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE!”

***

He leaned against the door frame as Kyle unlocked his front door and pushed it open, turning to look at him. “I had a lot of fun today, (Y/N).” he murmured. “Thanks.”

Winking, he replied, “I’m glad you did. I’d like to do it again soon if you want.”

Kyle nodded. “I’d like that.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and (Y/N) smiled, patting the door frame. “Well, I’d better be heading out. Have to get home in time for dinner.” He paused, giving the man a warm look. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Kyle.”

He’d not gotten two feet from the door when Kyle’s hand wrapped around his wrist. “Wait.” He turned and the Lantern leaned forward, pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek. “Be careful on your way back.”

“I will,” he murmured, watching Kyle wave and disappear into his apartment, the door shutting behind him.

[trueshellz]

First times with Daichi Part 2

Part 1

First time having sex

You were on a mission to seduce your long term boyfriend. You had explored every part of his amazing body, been on your knees for him and had his mouth on you while he bought you to orgasm multiple times but you really wanted him to fuck you. But he had always put it off, not wanting to rush you and wanting to respect your boundaries. Which would be cute as hell but now you were just horny. So tonight, you were going to dress sexily and seduce him... in theory.

Buying some sexy lingerie in his favourite colour, you had bathed and shaved everything and worn his favourite perfume. The lingerie was a cute teddy with matching lace shorts, the cups were sheer and didn't cover much but you guessed that was the whole point. You had invited Daichi over to yours for "dinner" and pulled on a t shirt and some denim shorts to cover yourself.

Under the pretense of dinner cooking, you both sat on the sofa and watched an old movie. Slipping away, you went to your room and undressed, checking your make up one last time you before you quietly went back to the living room. His reaction was comical, spitting out his drink and almost choking as he took in your outfit.

"Ba-baby." He coughed and thumped his chest a few times as you perched yourself on his lap. "Baby, what are you wearing?"

You felt your heart lurch into your throat, looking down at him with a sad face. "You... you don't like it Daichi?"

"Like it?" He stroked a finger over your nipple, rubbing a hand up you thighs and over your ass as he pecked you on your lips quickly. "Baby, I love it. But... what's the occasion?"

Running your hands up his torso, you smiled as you felt him groan. His hands now rubbing the space between your ass cheeks as you slowly grinded on him. You leaned forward and licked his neck, whispering in his ear. "Fuck me. Please?"

Holding you back by your shoulders, he held your chin in his hands. Forcing you to look at him in the eyes. "You sure? You don't owe me, I won't be the type of guy who forces you. I can wait, sweetheart."

You shook your head, removing his hands from your face and tugging at his t shirt, pulling it over his head before tracing his abs and pecs. "I want you, please Daichi." Taking his hand, you ran it over your breasts and down to your pussy, placing it inside your underwear. You breath hitched as he began stroking you slowly, fingers circling your clit as your head dropped forward onto his shoulder.

"You're such a naughty girl dressing up and seducing me y'know that? Here's me thinking you were my good little girl. But you're a little tease aren't you baby?"

Your breath caught in your throat as he reached to the front of your teddy and unclipped the clasp holding your breasts secure. His mouth sucking your nipple deeply as he hummed against your skin.

"Look how wet you're getting, fuck. You want me fill this needy little pussy up huh?"

Holy fuck where had this come from? Daichi had dabbled in some dirty talk with you before, mumbling as you sucked his cock down your throat, but this was something else. His mouth sucked your throat as he licked and bit you skin, your hands threaded themselves in his hair as you began moving against his fingers.

"Fuck baby, lookit you riding my fingers. Need me to fill this pussy up don't you? Hmm?"

You whined as he moved away, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean as he flung your outfit to the floor. He picked you up bridal style and walked to the bedroom, laying you down slowly he caressed your legs. Kissing your calves and thighs as he pulled down your shorts, Daichi was determined to make this good for you. He knew first times hurt, but he'd be damned if he hurt you more than necessary.

"Keep your legs open for me okay baby?"

You gasped as he sucked your clit, fingers running up and down your thighs as he licked and flicked it with his tongue. Rubbing your wet hole with his thumb, he pressed in gently and waited, letting you get used to the intrusion.

"If you change your mind you let me know okay?"

You nodded quickly, hands finding purchase in his hair as you titled your hips up, wanting his sinful mouth back on you. "Don't stop please, it feels so good."

Circling your opening, he began moving his thumb in and out, replacing it with a finger instead as he reached for that spot that made you clench around them. Using his free hand to pinch your nipples, you body arched at the multiple assault of your senses.

"So tight baby, I'm gonna have to stretch you to take my cock."

Adding another finger, he started moving them upwards, your body rebelling against the intrusion at first. Not being used to the force he was using, but soon as he began sucking your clit harder. The stretch morphing into a pleasant thrum under your skin as pleasure overtook your senses.

"Daichi...please don't stop." You let out a long groan as he began finger fucking you in the earnest, your hands scrambling for purchase on the blanket as you felt your body tighten.

"Dachi... 'm gonna... 'm gonna cum. Oh God. Ohgodohgod... don't stop please."

Back arching as you.felt your body light up with pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream as you felt your body twitching and shaking.

"Thats it baby, come all over my fingers."

Mannouvering up, he stripped himself of his remaining clothes while keeping his fingers inside you as he pulled on a condom. Rubbing his dick up and down a few times, he leaned over and took your mouth in a hard kiss. Stroking your tongue with his own as he pressed inside you, swallowing your groan as you felt yourself stretch around him.

"Nearly there baby. That's it, take my cock like a good girl."

Hand reaching down you rub your clit, you widened your legs to ease some of the pressure. Daichi using this opportunity to hold your legs open as he pushed into the hilt. God you had never felt so full, you could feel him pulse inside you as he moved slowly at first. Urged on by your whimpers and seeing your hand moving between your own legs, he began fucking you in the earnest. His groans mixing with your own as his hips pistoned inside of you, reaching up to pull him down to your mouth as your leg was flung over his shoulder. This new position hitting a different spot inside you.

"Feel good baby? You wanted my cock didn't you? Wanted me to fuck this greedy little pussy. Can feel how wet you are baby, dripping down my balls as I fuck you."

"Daichi... mmm.. you feel so good. So good, oh my god. Don't stop, don't stop please. Please please please."

You could feel the familiar twinge between your legs spreading all over your body, his mouth swallowing all your gasps and moans as he felt your body stiffen. Arching your back, the feel of your body clenching around him was enough to send him over the edge.

Well, guess that plan worked super well.

First fight

You had planned for Daichi to meet your parents for a while, but they always seemed to be busy. You knew their jobs were demanding but you thought they would want to meet your boyfriend, the guy you loved and were serious about. It took two months of planning for your schedules to match up and you finally managed to organise lunch at a restaurant. You had both dressed up, you in a cute dress with matching heels and Daichi in a fitted suit and tie. You couldn't help but smile as you saw how nervous he was.

"Stop stressing babe. They'll love you because I do."

"Yeah? I hope so."

Lunch had started well enough, you all engaged in small conversation about your lives and dreams. But when Daichi mentioned his life playing volleyball and his dream of becoming a police officer, the mood on the table dropped quickly.

"A police officer? Will you be able to support our daughter?"

"Dad? I-"

"Sir, I don't understand-"

"You think working such a lowly job is going to provide for my daughter? Not only did you waste your life on a useless sport, you're now going into a terrible career with poor job prospects."

"Dad! I can work and help with the bills. Why should it be his responsibility only?"

Your mother who has been quiet most of the dinner, suddenly stood up and placed her napkin on the table. "If you'll excuse us, I'm afraid I've seemed to have lost my appetite."

"Mum! What do you mean? You're joking right?"

The drive back to your apartment was tense, the atmosphere in the car was a huge contrast to the excitement that you had felt on the way there. You could see his knuckles white as he clutched the steering wheel, face drawn in anger as he drove. You jumped as he smacked the wheel with his hand.

"I'm never going to be good enough for you."

"What?"

"Getting a lowly job to support you. Making you work to help us out. Your parents are never going to approve of this relationship."

"Are you serious right now? I love you. I don't care about my parents."

As Daichi parked the car, you rushed to follow him as he stormed to the apartment. Pulling off his tie, you saw him run his hands through his hair and grit his teeth. You couldn't believe how rude your parents were, how judgemental they had been of him. You loved Daichi, you wanted spend your life with him.

"And you!" He whirled around to glare at you, you'd never seen him so angry. "You didn't even defend me."

"What the fuck Daichi? All I did was defend you. They're my parents, what did you want me to do."

"Take my side! Instead you said you'll get a job and made me look even more useless. Now they think you're settling for a poor loser."

You stormed up to him and poked his chest with your finger, you could feel tears of anger and frustration threatening to fall down your face. "Don't you ever say that again. I love you Daichi Sawamura. I don't care about my parents or what they're gonna say. I don't care about money or having a job. I care about you. I wanna marry you. I wanna have babies with you." You couldn't stop the tears this time, quickly the anger blended into sobs as you collapsed into his chest.

Daicho had frozen, not only had he been selfish and made you cry but he tried to digest what you had said. You wanted to marry him? Have babies with him? Him? He felt his throat close up as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he held you close.

"Baby, baby look at me."

You shook your head as he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you and rocked you side to side. You couldn't fathom how this day had turned out so badly, you didn't care about your parents and their thoughts. You had never agreed with their views on society and they had disapproved of alot of things you did. But you thought seeing you happy, they would accept him.

"I'm sorry. Baby, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot. Shhhhhh, it's okay. I didn't mean to yell at you."

You sobs became hiccups as your tears stopped, you clutched the back of his shirt as he held you. "I love you Daichi. Fuck everyone else."

"I know baby. I know. I'm sorry."

Daichi promised himself that day that he would spend the rest of his life making you happy. He never wanted to see you cry again because of him.

[conartisthaiji]

Fandom: Love Live! Sunshine!!

Pairing: Kanan/Mari/Dia

AU where Kanan is a dragon, Mari is a princess, and Dia is a knight. based off of that comic where the dragon is wingwoman-ing for the princess 

actual fic under cut

Mari is quietly brushing Kanan's hair when they hear the warning.

"God damn," Kanan mutters, as she jumps up and races out to the tower. "Can't they ever just wait a fucking minute."

Mari hikes up her skirts and sprints after her friend. She ducks down behind the stone wall and watches as Kanan shifts into a dragon. The way scales creep over her face and wings erupt from her back always convinced her that it hurt, but Kanan has never once given any indication of pain.

"Foul beast!" A low, rough male voice comes booming in. "I have come to release the fair princess! Unhand her at once!"

Kanan snarls, then dips her head to look at Mari.

"How does he look?" Mari asks.

"Nasty, rude. Probably full of himself, and only wants the riches the king promised."

Mari pretends to consider it. "Nah. Fire away, Kanan."

Kanan nods and inhales. Mari hears the blast of flames upon the path and feels the heat emanating from her friend's body. She hears the knight's screams.

“Remember, only those pure of heart can save the princess!” Kanan roars.

After Kanan falls silent, Mari peeks out and sees a scorched shield in the place of where the knight once stood.

Kanan mutters, "Let's pray that happens."

Mari bites her lip. She really, really hopes it doesn't.

"Thanks, Kanan," she says.

She loves how Kanan's violet eyes light up. She'd do anything to keep the happy light in her dragon's eyes.

Kanan gives her a toothy grin. "Now, I believe you were brushing my hair?"

Mari grins back as Kanan shifts into a human.

"Last one back is a rotten egg!" Mari cries out, and laughs as Kanan jumps up and starts sprinting down the stairs. Mari focuses on the stone beneath her feet, and Kanan's purple hair up ahead, and Kanan's teasing cry in the air, and wishes that these moments would never end.

Mari is making stew the next time the alarm goes off.

"I can take care of it, if you want to finish dinner," Kanan offers.

Mari nods. "Okay, go for it. It’s probably a nut job anyways.”

Kanan disappears, and Mari smiles at the dragon's retreating back.

She carefully tastes some of her stew, and it's delicious, just as she expected. Knowing that Kanan will be back soon, she grabs two bowls–already filled with rice–and begins pouring stew over it. She sets them down on the table, and get out two spoons and two napkins. The table is perfectly made. She sits down to wait for Kanan. All that remains is an odd silence from above. Kanan should be back already, Mari thinks, frowning and standing up to exit the kitchen. She starts heading up the stairs to the tower, but ends up meeting Kanan halfway.

"Oh good," Mari says. "I was coming to check up on you. The usual?"

Kanan shakes her head. "She was weird. Claimed she knew you when you where children. She said that she wanted her friend back." Kanan sighs and rubs her hand over her face. "I told her to come around to the door. Tell me if you do know her."

Mari stares dumbly as Kanan stiffly walks down the stairs. There was something harsh and cold on the her friend's face, and Mari feels a pit of dread growing in her stomach. Who could this girl be?

There's no way that it'd be...

"Hurry up, Princess!"

She's shocked back to reality, and Mari hurries after Kanan to the front door.

She sees Kanan fling open the door, and Mari presses herself into the shadows.

"Thank you," the strange girl says politely. "Are you another Princess here? Where is Princess Mari?"

"I'm the dragon, you fool," Kanan snaps. "I can shift between Dragon and human."

"I'm sorry," the girl replies.

Mari steps out of the shadows and studies the girl. Emerald green eyes, long dark hair, a beauty mark under her lip-

"Dia?!" Mari rushes forward.

"Mari!" Dia drops her sword and throws her arms around Mari.

"It's been forever since I've seen you!" Mari exclaims. "Too long!" She laughs with glee.

"Stay for dinner," Kanan interjects. "You and Mari can catch up, and then Mari can pack up her things and go."

"I made stew," Mari proudly informs Dia. "Kanan loves it."

Dia smiles and follows Kanan to the kitchen. Mari frowns as she takes in the stiff way Kanan moves to the kitchen.

She's got a gut feeling that this is going to be a mess.

Mari stands over the stewpot, filling up another bowl. She can feel tension, radiating from Kanan, and awe and fear radiating from Dia.

She has a bad feeling about dinner, and it's only worsened in the few moments she's been in the kitchen, preparing another bowl for herself.

Eventually, she sits down. "Enjoy!" she exclaims, and beams.

Kanan starts eating right away. Dia, however, eyes the bowl mistrustfully.

"I'm not that bad," Mari whines.

"You almost blew up the kitchen," Dia states, deadpan.

"I was five!" Mari defends.

Kanan gasps. "You almost blew up the kitchen?!"

"I just wanted to get rid of the ugly glass Papa gave me!" Mari shrieks. "And I'm a lot better now!"

Dia hesitantly takes a bite as Kanan snorts. Her eyes widen. "Wow, Mari...this is really good." She swallows. "I'm impressed."

"Ha! I knew you'd like it!" Mari happily takes a bite. "So, Dia, what brings you around these parts?"

"Ruby wrote me a letter saying that Princess Mari had been kidnapped by a dragon," Dia begins. "She was concerned because the king has been having the temples pray constantly. Her friend Hanamaru was being run ragged, and so she asked me to do something." Dia tilts her head and looks straight at Kanan. "Why did you kidnap Mari?"

"I didn't kidnap her," Kanan retorts. "In the olden days, dragons were safe havens for royalty who were forced in unfortunate circumstances. Eventually, the myth that dragons kidnapped royalty was born, but there are still the occasional princess who comes right to a dragon's lair. Mari was one of them."

Mari sighs. "I didn't come right to the dragon's lair. I snuck out of the palace, but I didn't take a horse. Kanan found me wandering the countryside, half-delirious and almost dead." A smile curves across her face as she recalls Kanan's warm arms lifting her up. "She brought me back to her lair, and nursed me back to health. She also spread word that I'd been kidnapped by her, so that we could wait for an appropriate person to marry me." Mari sighs wistfully, recalling Kanan's gentle ministrations and cool hands. Those had been...ridiculously good days. Lounging under soft sheets, Kanan's soft voice and caring nature, the ridiculous body heat from the dragon, those arms, those abs...

She's going to start drooling, so she hastily stuffs some stew in her mouth.

"Then, I must thank you, Kanan, for saving my friend," Dia calmly replies. "It seems that the stories circulating through the rumor mill are just that–rumors."

Kanan shrugs. "You would've done the same." But Mari can see how Kanan's smile is a little more smug.

Perhaps dinner won't be a disaster after all.

"So, Dia," Kanan starts. "Tell me about yourself. What do you do?"

"I'm a knight," Dia responds.

"Oh, so have you participated in any of the witch hunts lately?" Kanan's smile grows cold and feral. "It was near-impossible to find a witch where I would be able to obtain medicine for Mari. I must thank you for that."

Dia flinches. "I-"

"Have you actually fought against a dragon?" Kanan continues, sharp and biting. "Do you have the strength to kill-"

"Kanan," Mari hisses.

"No, no, it's fine," Dia says. "After all, isn't that what Knights do? Kill senselessly and destroy innocent creatures. Heaven forbid we try to save our people, who cannot fight or wield magic or breathe fire." Her polite smile drops from her face. "Heaven forbid we try to save the people we love."

It's Kanan's turn to flinch.

"Dia-"

"Oh, no, Dia is absolutely correct," Kanan interjects. "After all, the whole point of a knight is duty to the people they love." She shrugs. "If they don't love you, then you're garbage to them."

"That isn't true," Dia snaps, face flushing in anger.

"Oh, but it's what you said," Kanan replies coolly. She slams her bowl on the table. "Anyways, I'm finished. Thank you, Mari. I have some business to attend to."

Mari stares as Kanan walks away.

"Mari, I'm so-"

"Save it," Mari whispers numbly. "I just wanted a good dinner with my friends."

"No, Mari, you're right. I shouldn't have baited her. Or responded. It wasn't fair to you."

Mari feels a few tears gathering in her eyes. "Dia-"

"You really care for her, don't you?" Dia smiles sadly.

Mari nods. "I think I might love her," she admits. The tears start rolling down her face.

"Mari-"

"It's fine," Mari says, wiping her eyes and putting on a smile. "Kanan's been a great friend. But it will be wonderful to go back to the courts with you, Dia. You've been so busy. I missed you a lot."

Dia smiles, but it doesn't reach the corner of her eyes like usual. "Of course. Would you mind pointing me in the direction of the bathroom? I, too, have finished my stew. It was delicious, by the way."

"Thank you. Just follow the hall and make a left. You'll find it pretty easily."

Dia disappears, and Mari is alone, with only her thoughts for company.

When she was thirteen, she had a huge crush on Dia. Dia, who was working so hard, who still smiled, even as blood gushed freely from her arm. Dia was going to be a great knight. And then Dia was sent on various missions, and was rarely home. Even when she was, Dia was training hard.

And Mari felt her heart shatter, as Dia had less and less time for her.

But looking at Dia today proved that she hadn't forgotten her feelings for Dia. Dia, who was so dedicated and determined. Dia, who always wanted the best for Mari.

Can she love both Kanan and Dia at the same time?

She can. Mari closes her eyes, and pretends she lives with both Kanan and Dia. They'd both hold her while she slept, and Kanan and Dia could spar during the day, and Mari would cook for them. They could all sit at this table, and laugh...

But tonight's argument had proved otherwise.

Mari finishes her stew, even though it tastes like ash in her mouth. She trudges up to her room, and takes in various presents Kanan had got her.

It hits her like a punch in the gut. She doesn't want to leave. She wants Dia to stay, but she will have to choose between Dia and Kanan.

The thought makes her want to cry. So she stands up, leaves her room, and start running to the tower where Kanan terrorized so many useless knights for her.

However, she sees Dia walking up those very steps, and frowns. Wasn't Dia in the restroom? Mari shurgs, then silently follows Dia, who strides out into the open air.

"There you are," Dia says, presumably to Kanan. Mari sneaks forward and presses herself against the wall. "I'd like to apologize for my words as dinner."

"Don't bother," Kanan replies. "I was equally rude."

"That isn't what I'm here to talk about, though." There's a pause, and then Dia continues. "I must apologize for bursting into your home like this. I will not be taking Mari with me when I leave. It appears that she will be much happier here."

Mari has to slam her hands over her mouth.

"Nonsense," Kanan insists. "Mari was always meant to go back home."

"She will be happier here." Dia's voice grows soft. "I cannot do that to her. She loves you, Kanan. What kind of monster would I be if I took her from the one she loves? From her home?"

Mari can't help it. She rushes out, tears once more gathering in her eyes.

"Dia, I've had a crush on you since I was thirteen and you were a sweaty mess training fiercely in the guard. I thought it faded as I saw you less and less but seeing you here tonight brought everything rushing back. And Kanan, I've had a crush on you ever since you picked me up from that field and nursed me back to health. This castle has become more of a home to me than the palace ever was. And I want to stay, here, with both of you. Dia, stay here with Kanan and me, please!" She pants, exhausted from her outburst. "Please! Kanan, let Dia stay here!"

They're both silent for a moment, and then Dia smiles.

"It appears we got off on the wrong foot," Dia declares. "My name is Dia. May I stay with you for a while?"

Kanan smiles back. "I'm Kanan, and Dia, you may stay with us."

Mari beams as Kanan pulls Dia into a hug. Then, she frowns.

"Are you guys ever gonna kiss me?"

Dia chokes.

Kanan, however, steps right up and pulls Mari in close. Her face has gone scarlet, but she presses her lips firmly to Mari's.

Mari feels giddy when they pull apart. "Dia! Your turn!"

"N-no!" Dia shrieks, turning red. "Not-"

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Kanan asks.

"Wh-what?!"

Mari laughs, and grabs Dia's waist. "I've wanted to do this since forever," she whispers, and gently kisses Dia.

"Okay, so how are we going to do this?" Dia demands. "What are the rules? Kanan and I are both dating Mari, right?"

"Right," Mari says, still feeling giddy. She has two girlfriends! Awesomely strong and serious and fun girlfriends! Both of them are amazing!

"Do we all share a room? Are Kanan and I dating as well? How are we going to divide the house up? Heck, are we going to divide the house up?"

"We aren't dating," Kanan replies.

That is the only issue. Mari wants cuddle piles with both her girlfriends. She has to trick Kanan and Dia into falling for each other as well.

"As for room arrangements,” Kanan continues, “I can get you one soon enough. Everyone shares the house. That all right with everyone?"

"Yes!" Mari pumps her fists with glee. "Absolutely!"

"Okay," Dia says, shrugging. "By the way, can I borrow something to sleep in? I'll have to get my stuff tomorrow. And it will be some time before I can fully move in–I will have to get my affairs in order."

"Of course," Kanan responds. "But what if you just pretended you were dead?"

"I can't leave Ruby behind," Dia admits. "She'd be devastated without me."

"Ahhh," Kanan says knowingly. "I see." She hesitates. "It will make things difficult, though."

"But..." Dia bites her lip. "I guess...I just don't know if I can disappear like that."

Kanan nods. "Disappearing is hard, Dia."

"Kanan, I miss Dia," Mari mumbles, burying her face into Kanan's boobs. “It feels like she's been gone forever.”

"Get your face out of my boobs, and we can talk about it."

"Kanaaaaann," Mari whines.

"Maaaariii," Kanan parrots.

"Your boobs make me feel safe. Like I’m home."

"For fuck's sake."

Mari stands up and looks at Kanan. "Do you miss her too?"

Kanan's silence is answer enough.

The alarm rings.

“Is it Dia?” Mari exclaims hopefully.

Kanan hops out of the window and transforms. “Yes!” she roars, and circles around the castle joyously. “Dia’s back!”

Mari rushes to the door to greet her other girlfriend.

“Dia,” she whispers, and throws her arms around Dia’s neck, and starts crying with relief.

She feels Dia’s lips on her forehead, and then feels Kanan’s scaled claw around both of them.

“Get on my back, we’re going flying.”

"Mari really misses you, you know."

Mari freezes as she hears her name floating from behind the shut door. She presses her ear against the wood.

"I know. It isn't fair to her."

"Dia, you're not always going to be able to move in and out from here and the castle. It's a two day journey between both places. I hate to pressure you, but you have to pick."

"Do you," Dia begins, but falls silent. Mari presses herself closer. "Kanan. Do you...miss me as well?" Dia sounds unusually vulnerable, and hesitant.

"Yeah," Kanan admits. "Yeah, I do." There's a pause. “You were here for three days, and then you left for a month, Dia.”

“I won't let it happen again. I…I can stay here. Stay home.”

Mari smiles and pushes herself off the door. The three of them will be all right after all.

That night, as Mari is lying in bed, she hears hushed whispers outside her door.

"Come in!" she calls, hopeful.

Kanan immediately opens the door and steps inside, followed by a breathless, pink-faced Dia. Mari opens her mouth to comment, maybe on Kanan's kiss-swollen lips, but Kanan beats her. "We'll sleep with you," she declares.

"B-both of you?!" Mari exclaims, unsure of why, exactly, she's surprised. She should've seen this coming. "Well, then by all means," she purrs.

"It's not going to be sexual!" Dia shrieks, waving her hands furiously.

Mari smirks. "We'll see about that."

"M-Mari!"

Kanan just laughs and hops into the bed. "Something tells me that we'll need a bigger bed at some point."

"Yes, we will," Dia agrees, as she slips next to Mari. "Go to bed, guys."

Waking up the next morning is one of the best moments of Mari's life. She has Kanan in her arms, and Dia sleeping peacefully next to them.

Mari smiles and pulls Dia closer to her, then closes her eyes to sleep some more.

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Jimon Headcannon Dump

Okay so like some of this is nsfw, but like @simonsblondie​ and i were discussing jimon as we usually do and I decided the world, or at least the jimon world should be aware of these hc so here we go, theres a lot under the cut, especially a sexy one, huhu hu, i dont know who laughs that, anyway enjoy:

whenever simon moans jace will growl cause like damn he loves when simon makes noises and   he just cant help it, it makes him so possessive that he can make simon sound like that, and when simon whimpers when he touches his thigh or stands behind him and pushes simons body into him he also growls cause like simon is his man, and he is all for that. simon finds the growling hella hot too. like hella hot. like he'll wear jaces sweaters and act really innocent in front of jace at home and jace just. cant. resist. cute and innnocent. simon. and he'll growl cause he wants him, now. and when he starts aggressively making out with simons neck simon in his head is like "success" cause he’s a little shit

also simon claws. like hard core. the first time he did it, he felt so bad and ashamed cause like, omg he hurt jace. but jace, all blushing and shit, was liek babe thats hot, i dont actually mind. in fact i really like it.

Heres where it gets sexy

and even after that simon is hesitant, but then one day, after a rough week for both of them, jace with missions and simon with vamp business and dealing with downworlder uprising ish, they just need to let the tension out and jace doesnt even let them get past the front doot till he has simon pushed up against a wall, and its all fast and really instense, and simon in the midst of it just wraps his legs even harder around jace's waist and jace hits that good spot and simon nails find his shoulders and he is just tearing it up cause its so damn good, and jace is an addict for pain and he's like, yeah baby show me how good it feels and simon's just moaning loudly nails dragging down jaces back, like bloody angel wings, and jace is biting the space between simons neck and shoulder. needless to say it was one of the best times they've had

oh and jace, btw, loves showing off the scratches from simon, loves it. He'll walk around shirtless at the institute while training and he'll see people stare at his back and smile. like yay, i gots me a good lover? and you dont, cause aint no one better than simon.

also im pretty sure that they'd be the adventurous sex types like, hey wanna fuck in the bathroom? In a bar? In victor's office when he's at a meeting cause to piss him off? training room? THE LAKE? ON A PICNIC AT THE LAKE? on the roof? at the beach? in your high school bedroom while your mom makes dinner? hell yes

and now heres where it gets sappy

when they have a really rough mission, like a really close call, one of them almost died shit. they'll have sex, or start to cause they are emotinal idiots who dont use words always and so they'll start and simon is usually the first one to break and start crying, not in pain or anything but just in relief because jace is here with him he's fine and jace will start crying too cause my son is emotional and just soft and they end up in an embrace just happy that they are safe, they are loved, and that they will wake up with the other in their arms

and simon loves jaces arms, like so much

like they are HOT but also so nice to be held in, he feels so safe, the safest in such a long time. and he knows that jace likes to be held too, so when they sleep simon is the big spoon unless its a BAD DAY, and jace will like cuddle up to simon

and simon is dying inside cause he's strong beefy boyfirend is such a soft bean who like has no idea what a mango is omg simon teaching jace mundane things like food shopping and taking him on mall dates, they go to amusement parks and OMG GO CART RIDES

MY ABS FAV HC THOUGH is simon is a huge romantic right and he always wanted to be wooed cause he's hella sappy like that, to woo and be wooed there is no half ass woo.

and so one night i cant help falling in love with you comes on and simon loves that song and jace, just decides to dance with simon, and they're both in like pjs pants, simon has an avengers tee jace is shirtless cause he knows that the scratches make simon blush, and he walks over to simon and is all like, may I have this dance in like a fake accent and simon laughs and is like sure

so they start comically dancing for a few seconds, lots of twirling and laughing but the jace pulls simon in close and just wraps his arms around his waist and just starts calmly swaying with him, and simon has his hands around his neck and their foreheads touch and they words "take my hand, take my whole life too. cause i cant help falling in love with you"

plays and jace is like hey, and simon is like hey and its all soft and quiet, only loud enough for the other to here and jace is just so mesmerized by his brown eyes and he's just blurts out, i love you. and simon just smiles cause, finally he's found love, like his mom and dads, the real deal, sappy romantic kind, so with tears in his eyes he smiles and says. i love you too. and they slow dance the night away

ta-da