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GuyCarol that would eventually delve into GuyHalCarol, in which Hal went MIA and Guy and Carol got close in the meantime over their shared loves for the man

Includes sex scenes, so we're in explicit territory here

Neither of them meant for this to happen.. really, half the time leading up to this "arrangement" of theirs they couldn't stand each other. Guy was much too lackadaisical about everything, never really giving anything the attention or caution it deserved, and Carol was far too serious for her own good,too attached to what she was supposed to do and not at all allowing herself to consider what she actually wanted. It would be a cold day in hell when the two could get through a simple conversation without snapping.

Clearly, hell had frozen over.

It hadn't been intentional on either of their parts, it's not like they'd ever considered the idea of being together that way. For how much Guy might've commented on who in the general vicinity he wouldn't mind taking to a bed, he'd never made mention of them in his salacious giddiness. And Carol, well she would've burnt whoever brought up the idea at the same for such a thing.

But loss always had a funny way of bringing people together, whether they liked it or not.

It wasn't the first time they'd lost Half, and it certainly wasn't the first time he'd gone radio silent on them with no response from his ring. But it had been a long enough time period for the Guardians and other corps members to accept he probably wouldn't be coming back, that the chances of him being dead far outweighed the chances of him being alive.

John had been the one to tell Guy, his words soft and slow like he was trying to comfort a child before they'd even gotten upset. Knowledge sat behind those deep eyes of his, knowledge of something Guy wouldn't let him voice, something that Guy wouldn't even let himself voice. Guy hated it, hated that it was even a thing. He hated that he thought he needed to hide this, that he was so worried about others finding out, that he he couldn't just man up and fucking do something about it. But most of all, he hated Jordan for not being there to see it or acknowledge it.

"Someone needs to tell Carol," Guy had muttered, already rising to leave.

John moved to stop him, to say something, but Guy had raised a hand, face empty of his usual emotions.

"Please," Guy said, practically whispered, pleading for John to understand. "Let me take care of this."

John looked back at him, clearly fighting with himself, before he sighed. "I'm here Guy. Whatever you need, I'm here."

Guy left with little more than a nod, head both far too busy and far too empty to allow him to think straight.

Carol had taken the news about the same, immediately shutting down, demanding Guy tell her Hal's last known location, demanding he tell her when they'd last heard from him. She had every intention of going after him, and Guy would too if it weren't for the fact that he had none of the answers. Hal's mission had been on a need to know basis, most likely for this very reason.

She'd yelled some more, calling upon her ring so her pain could be personified and their fight could become physical. It was only later that Guy had marveled at the irony, that he had been left nigh apathetic and empty and the news, feeling too little, and yet Carol was left feeling far too much.

The fight, if it could even be called that, hadn't lasted long at all, just long enough for them to get over the first emotional hurdle, to move past the anger. Carol wasn't one for physical contact, not outside of a spare few people, but Guy's arms around her shoulders had felt grounding in a way nothing else could at the moment. He'd felt real, solid, unmoving.

that fight lead to an understanding between the two, one they couldn't name. They couldn't voice why they were connected, they just knew they were.

Until one night, when the alcohol got to be a bit too much and their lips a bit too lose. They were talking about Hal again, the things he'd done, the shit he'd pulled.

The words, "I loved him so much" were barely out of Carol's mouth before Guy gave his slurred response of "Fuck, me too."

They'd stared at each other in shock for who knows how long. It had been accepted that Carol had moved on from Hal, that him always being away in space made it impossible for her to foresee any kind of relationship together, and as for Guy, well, he wasn't exactly known for pursuing other men.

Despite how drunk they were they'd managed to pull the conversation into safer territory, away from the brown eyes of a man they apparently both loved.

But the topic returned the next time they went for drinks. Then again when they went for dinner. And again. And again. And again.

And then came the night neither could remember, the one year anniversary of Hal's death. They knew the night had started out normally enough, or as normal as a death anniversary for the man you both loved could be: meeting up, making small talk, asking how things were as they liquored up. But then at some point it got hazy, the alcohol more than they meant it to be, and for how much of a heavy weight Guy might be, he couldn't for the life of him figure out where it'd become too much.

It was probably just the fact they were having some of Kilowog`s alien brew. That fucker always knew the stuff that would land you right on your ass.

What they did know, was waking up tangled together on Carol's bed, with a sharp pain in their heads, an obvious discomfort in their nether regions, and a suspicious lack of clothes.

What was most surprising, however, was how neither freaked out. They barely moved from their initial position, still staring at each other as they tried to keep the world from spinning.

An hour later they were finally able to sit down, to have the conversation they needed to like the adults they were.

"Fuck it, why not," Carol said with a lazy raise of her brows. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Guy stared back, confused to all hell. "What do you mean?"

She gestured between them, twirling her wrist as she did. "Us," she said like that answered anything. "I don't hate you, I assume you don't hate me."

He nodded slowly, still not quite getting it.

"Let's see where this goes."

He stated, the words running over themselves in his head. "You mean like, us, like together?"

She nodded, laying back down. "We've got a bit in common, and you're not that bad on the eyes. Why not. Besides it's not like..."

"Like he'll come back."

"Exactly."

He didn't know how to feel about such an arrangement, he was hardly processing the fact that they'd apparently slept together the night before, how was he supposed to manage this?

But he'd also learned to never look a gift horse in the mouth. So he leaned down and let Carol guide his face into a kiss, and let her pull him closer for a bit more.

*

They manage for a few months. Guy's limited availability on Earth helped keep them from getting too over exposed to each other. Their understanding grew, and what started out of convenience quickly morphed into something they were both actively invested in. But Hal was still a thought lingering at the back of Guy's mind, especially when he'd go to Ferris Air and see all the pictures of the man hung up, all the reminders of what he couldn't have. It was then that Carol offered up a chance to let him know what it was like, to feel what she'd felt so long ago.

As strange as the concept of fucking, or being fucked, by a construct of your dead love interest might be, Guy had agreed. Just once he told himself, just once and his itch would be scratched.

And scratched it was.

They didn't bring out the constructs much if ever after that, still preferring to keep their activities to themselves and what they had on hand, but they couldn't deny how much that night had set them off, how it had allowed them to connect in a way they hadn't been able to before.

It was just their luck that as they were coming upon the two year anniversary of Hal's death, and the one year anniversary of their relationship, that Hal came back.

*

Being on Earth felt weird to Hal, after nearly three years away from his home planet, off on the other side of the universe, he struggled to really connect to it anymore. Yeah there were things he recognized, others he'd missed, places and people he loved, but at the same time he felt like he'd been left behind, forgotten. Whatever little Hal shaped hole had once existed was gone. In the years he was gone everything had just...kept going.

This wasn't the first time he'd experienced such a thing, let alone the first time he'd died, but this time felt so much more final, more concrete. He'd known the world wouldn't stop in his absence, his friends and loved ones wouldn't put their lives on hold just because he wasn't there, especially not with him being presumed dead. But knowing and seeing were such vastly different things.

And one of those things may as well be burned into his brain.

He hadn't meant to see anything, hadn't meant to intrude. But after everything he felt if there if there was anyone he needed to see, to check up on and assure them he was alright it'd be Carol. He'd flown to her apartment, landed on her balcony with the full intention of doing just that. But he never got a word in. He couldn't even be sure the occupants of the room ever realized he was there.

God he hoped they hadn't.

Guy and Carol, the two twisted together, hips gyrating and thrusting and doing everything to rub against the other, Carol's familiar moans of pleasure mixing in with Guy's, the pounding on the headboard against Carol's bedroom wall setting a steady tempo for the two. Hal had been unable to do anything, frozen to the spot as the two continued on, unaware of his presence.

Carol pulled Guy's head down, whispering something in his ear, and Hal was almost convinced he'd been found out. He was halfway to speaking, to explaining himself, when Guy let out the most debauched moan he'd ever heard, his back arching and face dropping into Carol's shoulder as he slowed down his thrusting.

Had he just cum? Did Hal seriously just watch as his teammate, his friend really, climaxed while inside his ex?

The smirk on Carol's face told him no, not quite. He was close yes, but that wasn't what had happened.

No, what brought such a display from the red head was in fact the violet construct stretching him wide.

Guy shuddered, pushing himself back up, more sweat working its way down his body. Carol's smirk got wider, more toothy, and she said, something that seemed to be "Big enough darling?" If Hal was reading her lips right.

Hal reached back, stumbled really into the railing behind him. He needed to go, needed to leave, now, before he did something. What that something was he had no idea, but he wouldn't give himself a chance to do it. Not with how clamy his skin felt, his suit much too tight all of a sudden. He wouldn't give himself that chance, not with the erection he refused to acknowledge, not with the want he felt building in his chest, and certainly not with the unwelcomed idea that shot right through his dick.

Oh, to be between those two, it'd be so good.

He took off, careful not to go too quickly so as to not disturb the two inside. He wasn't thinking that, no, never. This was Carol and Guy he was thinking about for crying out loud. He just needed to clear his head, go fly a bit, take a plane out for a spin, see Ollie and Barry and Dinah and whatever he did, when he finally gets down to dealing with the problem residing in his pants, he won't think of how good Carol's legs looked wrapped around Guy's waist and thighs as she pulled him closer, or think of the way Guy moaned, how he looked when stretched wide by a construct cock.

No no no, he can't, he won't. Come on Jordan, self control, don't go there. Just, don't go there.

#guycarol #guyhalcarol #fic snippet #fic ideas #probably the most complete of the snippets honestly #it just doesnt feel done to me yet unfortunately

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OmegaGuy (this one's a long one, like I struggled to get a grasp on what this story wanted to be long, aka the reason it was never finished. It's also pretty disjointed as is, so sorry for that).

Nothing sexual, but obviously does include alpha/beta/Omega designations and the like if that's not your thing

Humans were not the first life forms the Green Lantern Corps had encountered with such wildly varying genders and sexes. The guardians set rules and boundaries for them all the same. Upon inspecting the Earth's inhabitants and their tendencies, it was decided that only alphas and betas were got to be Green Lanterns. Alphas were the heads of societies after all, the most physically fit and the most intimidating, and betas were perfectly bland for what was needed out of a Green Lantern, they had no ruts or heats to slow them down, and where they lacked that additional punch of authority they instead had that much clearer of a head. Omegas, however, they could not be trusted with a ring. For one, with omegas being the child bearers of the race the guardians could not put it to chance that an omega might become incapacitated with child, costing the Corps one of its needed members. Two, omegas suffered from heats, and while alphas might also suffer from ruts, those did not have the same needs or lose of time that a heat required. And on the final note, they were far too weak. Humans themselves had deemed the sex as such, largely relegated to those safe occupations or even just kept at home to care for their young. They did not have the physicality required to be a Lantern, and the less said about their emotional imbalances the better. It had been said that many an omega was hysterical after all, largely in part to a barren womb. If the species' own scientists from centuries prior were saying this, then surely it meant something.

There would be no omegas in the Green Lantern Corps, and that was final.

But the guardians were far more ignorant than they allowed themselves to believe, their arrogance forcing them to miss that not only had they allowed an omega into their ranks, he'd almost been the first of his planet.

* John

John was the first to realize. The newest Earth recruit was barely half a year into his ring when I happened. He was good, John would give him that, brash and loud, but that didn't deter from the work he'd done or the skill he'd shown. But the way he stiffened up, the sudden halting of breath and the frenzied look John's way, Guy knew he'd fucked up.

They'd been sent on a search and rescue mission. Some monarch's daughter had gone missing out in 763 and it was their job to find her. It was meant to be a test for Guy, a way for him to prove he could reign in that loud and proud exterior and exude the calm every Lantern needed from time to time. Based on that coo he'd let out upon finding the girl, and the way he'd scooped her up and held her close, running his cheek over the top of her head, mindful of the antenna there, he'd passed his test with flying colors.

John never bothered to ask about Guy's designation, and neither had Hal thankfully. Quite frankly, John didn't think it was anyone's business. It was bad enough there had been restrictions put in place, forbidding omegas from serving as Green Lanterns, but John and Hal had both accepted that rule. The armed forces back home had the same standing after all, and for how much John hated it, he knew his place didn't involve asking questions, especially not here. So he'd gone under the assumption that Guy was a beta. While he might have the loud attitude and the large form of an alpha, he lacked the ruts that had caused both Hal and John himself to request leave during Guy's short time in the Corps. He was a beta, an outgoing, overconfident beta, but a beta nontheless.

Except he evidently wasn't.

Guy stared back at him, a sharp fear burning in those eyes of his as he held the alien child close, frozen as he awaited John's judgement. On Earth if an omega was found to have infiltrated an alpha space, whether it be law enforcement, military, anything, they weren't safe. At the least they'd be discharged immediately upon return to base, at worse, well, John didn't want to think of the stories he'd heard, the things his fellow soldier had bragged about doing.

While stories like Mulan were heralded as great works and examples of how omegas could move beyond their allotted roles in society, society was far from willing to actually allow such a thing to happen.

John watched Guy for another few seconds, considered the man before him. Guy was an omega, as a Green Lantern he was part of Hal's pack, he'd hidden his designation from his packmates. But did his designation really matter? He'd been chosen to be a Green Lantern, the ring sought him out even with the Guardian's limitations in place, hell he'd almost been chosen first, before even he or Hal. In the few months he'd been a Lantern he'd done some amazing work, he'd proven himself even if it seemed like he didn't believe that himself. So what he wasn't an alpha or beta, what did it really matter? Who was John to decide whether someone was worthy? And based on things they couldn't control? He'd be a liar and a hypocrite.

Taking one last glance at the man before him, to how tender he held the child even as he remained frozen in a crouch, he nodded and moved to help him up. "Let's get back to the Capitol," he said as he gently grabbed Guy's elbow and helped him stand. "We can report in once we're there."

Guy stared back at him, a question in his eyes that he was clearly too scared to ask, his throat constricting as he attempted to remain calm. "And then?" he asked quietly.

"Then we'll talk," John answered, his eyes darting to the girl in Guy's arms. He looked back to Guy, grabbing his shoulder in what he hoped came off as comforting and compassionate, squeezing just slightly as he rumbled deep in his throat. "Just the two of us, okay?"

The nod he received was hesitant and barely there, but it was there nonetheless.

Their trip back to the Capitol was left mostly in silence, only broken by the girl's questions and Guy's answers. It gave John even more time to think, and then more still as they reached the Capitol and handed the girl off to her parents. He spent the time mulling over what to do, how best to help Guy. He'd already made his decision, it wasn't a hard one really. Guy would be staying as a Green Lantern come hell or high water, and John was ready to be there to support him. But an Omega had needs, needs that had no doubt gone ignored during the months he'd spent on Oa. Between the lack of a nest, the lack of sufficient pack bonding, having to hide his omega instincts, it would all be detrimental to Guy's health if not dealt with accordingly. And then there was the matter of heats...

His blood ran cold at the thought, realization dawning as he looked to Guy in shock. In the amount of time Guy had been a Green Lantern most omegas would have had at least one or two heats, some more, but in all that time there'd been nothing. He hadn't asked for leave, hadn't disappeared for the week that a heat would take to be dealt with. Even with the strongest available suppressants he would have had a heat, or would be preparing for one by now. What the hell?

He didn't get a chance to ask, not for a few hours anyway, not with the celebration the monarch wanted to throw for his daughters return, and definitely not with so many strangers around. This was a conversation that needed to happen in private, not surrounded by hundreds of strangers.

It didn't happen until the late hours of the morning, with the two of them drained and worn out, lounging around in the room provided to them for the night. John remained by the wall, watching and waiting for Guy to give him the go ahead. An omega's space was precious and not to be infringed upon. Sure they'd shared space before, but that was under different circumstances, a different understanding. He couldn't help but watch how Guy moved, how not-omega-like he was in his movements and mannerism. How did he become like this? It couldn't be natural, it had to have been learned, trained into him. But why?

"Are you gonna get over here or are you planning on holding up the wall all night?" Guy asked from the bed, throwing himself back onto the mattress. "Thought you wanted to, uh, talk, and shit. Or did you wanna wait til morning?"

It wasn't a normal invitation, but he figured it was the best he was going to get. "Now's good," he said as he dropped down next to Guy, careful to keep a reasonable distance. "Unless you'd prefer we wait."

"No, no, now's good," Guy said, forcing himself up into a seated position. He ran a hand over his face, the strain of the day showing in his features as he stared ahead. It took a moment for him to collect himself, but by the time he was looking at John he'd be hard pressed to believe the man was as tired as he'd just shown.

"I'm not telling anyone," John began, making sure to keep his voice as steady as possible.

"But I'm an omega," Guy said slowly, confirming what they both knew by now. "And that's against GL rules. You're the by the book guy, why should I believe you'll be any different just because of this one thing?"

It was an understandable question, one John would be asking if their positions were reversed. Really, John had nothing to lose by outing him, it wouldn't ruin him or his reputation, if anything it would put him in a good light with the Guardians, if anything he has so much more to lose by not outing him. Who's to say what the consequences of keeping such information secret would be? How far the hammer would fall?

But at the end of it all, could he really live with himself if he told anyone? Sure as hell no.

"I care about you Guy," he said. Guy's reaction was almost immediate, that squinting of the eyes, the stiffening and closing of his posture, like he expected there to be a catch, some kind of payment for John's silence. "I'm not saying that as some alpha looking out for a poor defenseless omega Guy, I'm saying that as someone who cares about you, I'm saying that as your brother in ring, as a friend. I'm not going to tell anyone, but I need you to let me help you."

Guy huffed, his eyes rolling as far back as they could go. "And why the hell would I need your help John? I've been going at it for months on my own just fine, I don't see why I suddenly need your help."

* Kyle

For months Kyle regarded the day he'd become a Green Lantern as the greatest. In the span of one evening he'd gone from a nobody to a hero, had gone from a powerless, random Omega to one of the most powerful individuals in the universe, weilding a power ring just as his heroes had before him. He could have only dreamed of obtaining this power and position before, only hoped and prayed and lamented for the universe to turn in his favor. And it did! He was a Green Lantern, and not only that he was the first Omega Green Lantern, he was making history. He did what no Omega had done before.

Except that wasn't the case was it?

And to make matters just that much worse, for every good thing that ever seemed to happen to him, another tragedy would follow.

It didn't take long to learn of what became of Hal Jordan, to find out that he was the only Green Lantern left, that he was Ganthet's last ditch effort to save the Corps. Being the first omega didn't really mean much when there was no one else around, now was it? And it certainly didn't make it any easier when the realization crossed his mind that the only reason he was here, the only reason he'd been given this chance, was because of so many deaths.

Alex had made it easier to accept that knowledge, and by extension the responsibility that accompanied such a role. "This could all be one misunderstanding," she'd said one night, "but you're the one wearing that ring now, and you're the one that made the decision to be a hero. Are you really going to waste it like this?"

He could still remember her voice, could remember her scent and the feeling of her hands, the love he'd felt for her and the love she'd felt for him back. They'd had their differences, had even separated before he got the ring. Most would say it was for the best, two omegas in a committed monogamous relationship wasn't exactly regarded that highly in the public eye, some going so far as to call it an abomination. But they loved each other and they were finally working through their problems, Kyle was finally growing away from being a whiny pup who wanted her attention without the effort and was becoming a man who could take care of and provide for her.

Unfortunately for him the universe didn't care. In the span of a few hours Alex was ripped away from him, murdered in her own apartment while he was answering cries for help. The image of her body, of her limbs twisted and broken and bent in ways they were never meant to, etched itself into his mind, dragging screams of anguish from him until his throat was raw and ruined.

He was alone, alone and hurting and in so much pain, and there was no one to ease it.

*Hal

"Well well well, if it isn't the great, the powerful, the oh so legendary, Hal Jordan, here to gift us with his presence."

There were more than a few things Hal had to get used to again after coming back. Even with his time spent as the Spectre, there were distinct differences between that plane of being and this new, very human one. He'd been here before, yes, but it all felt so new now, so different.

He could rember the banalities of human life from years past, from before he'd let fear overtake him. Small things like breathing, the small push to sit up in the morning, the pangs of hunger, and the drowsiness of exhaustion, they all felt so much more important now, so much more and human. He wanted, needed, to savor it all.

Just as he needed to savor those little, everyday occurrences, he needed to savor the not so everyday happenings. He'd been given a second chance, multiple even. Here he was, alive and whole, with a ring on his finger and the power of his will flowing through his veins. Somehow he'd been given a second chance with the ring, a chance he'd never expected to get even though he craved it with all his being. The Corps had been decimated because of him, left with nothing but Ganthet and a single ring. Yet here he was, amongst this new Corps, amongst these Lanterns both new and old. How could this have happened? Surely it was a mistake. People didn't just get second chances like this, no one did. Yeah there were others who confronted him, who made it clear he wasn't welcome or trusted, but then he'd have someone else step in, someone who made it clear they were on his side.

Somehow Guy was one of those people,and for the life of him he couldn't figure out how.

Even before Parallax they'd been at each other's throats, more than ready to rip each to shreds. Betas were usually pretty calm, keeping out of trouble and resolving those sorts of fights quickly, but there Guy was unwilling to back down no matter how outmatched he was. It had made Hal wonder for the longest time if he was wrong about Guy's designation, there were aggressive betas, but this, this was something else entirely, something he'd only ever seen in alphas.

Maybe it was just a learned behavior, Guy had been open enough with him and John about his childhood and his father, maybe that old son of a bitch had something to do with.

But now, years later, there was something else off, something much stranger. Hal could accept Guy's closeness to Kyle, between Guy and John those two were really Kyle's only connection to the Corps for the longest while. It would make sense that they'd create a bond of some kind. And with how tight John and Guy had been back in the day, it also made sense that it had continued on into today, whatever pack they'd had from their time with Hal had shifted to suit their new needs, seemingly drawing Kyle in. And with him the pack seemed so much closer, so much more complete. Even from a distance Hal could see it. Kyle brought to them what their pack had been lacking, completing the circle and finally gifting to the pack an omega.

That wasn't to say Hal only saw him through his designation, not at all. Kyle was resourceful, cunning, and so damn good with that ring, Hal practically forgot about his designation. But then Kyle would take off his scent blockers, or drag someone in close and scent them, or demand everyone in the vacinity gather round for a cuddle pile because he wasn't feeling well. Hal loved those moments, finally getting the chance to be pulled in with the others without worry for scorn or derision. But he'd always notice Guy off to the side, an unreadable expression on his face as he rubbed at his neck.

The gesture bugged him, something about it feeling off even if he couldn't figure out what it was. Guy had always been a bit more reserved in his displays of affection in the past, especially when it came to the pack. He'd always preferred to wait until they were behind closed doors to say or do anything, his voice gruff and closed off whenever Hal asked why. Seeing it now, he had to wonder if that was still the case, and if so why.

* Kilowog

The return to the Corps was...Interesting to say the least. Having just Rayner and then Stewart running around with a ring had been an adjustment, and that was before he'd had his body restored and a new ring put on his finger. Returning to the Corps, even if it was only the three of them and Ganthet, had felt like coming home. All things considered, it was.

Then came Jordan's return, and with it his and Gardner's return to the ring. Kilowog had almost cried tears of joy at seeing Hal, very much alive and not possessed by the yellow impurity. He'd managed to wait until Batman and the other Earth heroes were gone before he'd pulled the pilot into a spine shattering hug, but only just barely. And then he'd grabbed Guy, the man's joyful laughter filling the air around, and as he pulled him close he realized something was off, something was different. He couldn't quite place it, the echoes of their battle with Parallax and the adrenaline that accompanied it still racing through him, but he made a mental note to figure it out later, to check in on it and make sure his friend and fellow Corpsman was well. If anything the strangeness might have just been a result of the recent trauma Guy had gone through, a byproduct of his Vuldarian dna going haywire and causing his body to practically turn itself inside out. It would be much weirder if he was completely fine. Whatever it was, he could figure it out later.

Unfortunately later came a lot later. Between the new rings going out, training the new recruits, and then dealing with the mess with the Spider Guild, he'd hardly had a moment to himself, let alone enough of one to check on his Earth friend. Recruits were his priority as the Corps's trainer after all, his own personal concerns needed to be set aside to tend to them. Though he supposed that was something he and Guy shared now, wasn't it? The two of them alongside Kyle and the other veteran Lanterns all stood as the trainers of the hundreds of recruits, their leaders and moral compass, their example. While Kyle and the others had accepted the role with pride, Guy hadn't been as forthcoming.

"I'm not a teacher," he'd said, something which had confused Kilowog immensely. Guy had been a teacher, had counseled prisoners and taught children with needs that others were not equipped for, Kilowog knew that, Guy knew that, so why would he say otherwise? When they were struggling against the Spider Guild he'd rallied everyone together, he'd pulled them together and pushed them to victory, even those rookies that were scared shitless. If anyone was fit for the job it was him.

Did it have to do with whatever was different? Kilowog hadn't gotten a chance to ask about it. Maybe that was it.

He looked around the decimated Oan landscape to where everyone was working, watched as Lanterns rebuilt the parts of the planet that had been broken while others like Natu worked to help those that were hurt. He caught sight of his Earth friends, the four of them working with different recruits on various projects. It didn't escape his sight how dazed Hal seemed, with his eyebrows pinched and his gaze set unwaveringly on Guy, even as he lifted the fallen structure before him with ease. So he noticed it too, whatever this was.

Kilowog waved to the man, barely receiving a responding wave before he turned to head in Guy's direction. Whatever was off he needed to figure it out.

Guy nodded at his arrival, laughing and joking, before turning his attention back to the surrounding recruits, and that's when he realized his scent was off. Smell was always odd off of one's home world, the burning of a planets ozone, the stillness of space, and the atmosphere of whatever planet you landed on all working to alter ones scent. But even with all of that taken into consideration, he knew Guy's was off. Even the years since his last stint as a Lantern couldn't account for this sweet smell. He'd always smelled very neutral, not too sweet or spicy or bitter, no one smell overpowering him that he could remember. Yet here he floated, smelling of burnt Earth wood. It was off putting to say the least.

Humans didn't normally change their scents right? At least not like this. He knew of their odd genders and sexes, the alphas like Hal and John with their musky and earthy smells, the omegas like Kyle with their restrained but pleasantly sweet smells-so long as they were happy and scent blockers were not in use-, and the betas with their muted or even complete lack of a smell. Kilowog had never been able to smell Guy outside of normal acquired scents, he'd always been nonexistent to the Bolovaxian's nose. But taking a nice, deep breath, pulling in the surrounding air, it was undeniable. Guy smelled less like nothing and more like Kyle.

"You okay ya big butt head?" Guy asked with a light hearted shove. "You're looking like your head's about to pop."

Kilowog looked him over, not noticing any differences in him physically​ other than his altered hairstyle and the few additional lines that age had brought him. He breathed in one more time, that wood smell still there, still radiating off of Guy, and he had to know. "You smell different Poozer." He said it like a joke, adding in a small grin as he grabbed Guy's shoulder. "Trying to attract the new recruits? Smell's important to more than a few of their races."

In a flash the color drained from Guy's already pale face, his hand rushing up to slap over his covered neck, reaching under the material of his uniform for something Kilowog couldn't see. He threw his head back, eliciting a groan before following it up with an exclamation of "Fuck!" More than a few recruits turned around, scandalized at whatever their rings had translated the word as. Kilowog waved them away with a glare, grabbing Guy's shoulder to pull him somewhere private and away from the hundreds of eyes currently watching them. Whatever this was Guy clearly wasn't comfortable with it, and the last thing Kilowog wanted was to make it worse.

The other Earth Lanterns watched them go, Kyle and John with knowing looks, and Hal with one of worry and a little panic. Did he know what this was? Or was he as lost as Kilowog was?

"Are you okay?" He asked once they were well away from the others. Guy's face was firmly planted in his hands, waves of frustration rolling off of him as something soured the aired.

"No," he finally answered, forcing himself to look up at the alien towering over him before he started pacing around the space, running his hands over his head. "I'm not. I can't fucking believe, I know that I, it was there before, some fucker must've got a lucky shot, god dman it. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Guy, my friend, you c'n trust me, you know that," Kilowog said as he found a perch to sit on. "What wasn't supposed to happen?"

Guy stopped in his pacing, looking out of their space to the work being done, a sudden look of exhaustion coming over him. He hadn't rested in a while, had he? Not since before that recruit training session turned mission brief. The others had taken time to at least sit down, to be looked over for any medical needs, or even to rest for a bit. Guy hadn't.

"My scent blockers," Guy answered, squeezing himself in next to Kilowog as he reached into his shirt, pulling out a small skin like pad. "There's supposed to be two of them, one of them must've come lose during that final bit with the Guild. You're not supposed to be able to smell me big guy."

Kilowog reached down slowly, taking the small square once Guy nodded his approval. He held it up, looked it over for any oddities. It was small, smaller than one of his fingers, with a color that matched Guy's flesh almost exactly on one side, and an adhesive, white color on the other. He took a small sniff of the material, and in an instant his nose was filled with various smells and the feelings connected to them. He knew what this was, Hal had explained it to him years ago when Hal had first been inducted into the ranks of the Green Lanterns, the alpha having worn them as a way to keep his head clear and to not give away his emotions.

"You're not a beta then," Kilowog stated as he handed the square back. "I don't understand why you would be concerned over that. This is a new Corps, we trust each other here, you don't need to hide."

The look Guy gave him screamed of confusion, like he'd expected something much worse, something condemning. "You're not..."

"Why would I be? It doesn't change anything. You're still the same Poozer I knew before, you just smell different, that's all."

Guy nodded, fisting the used up blocker into a ball as he hung his head. Watching him, Kilowog went through the options that were left, what he could do. While he understood his own race's sexes and their unique characteristics, his knowledge of Earth's was still limited to what little information Hal had given him all those years ago and what little he'd observed on Earth. And for all he knew that could've changed. He didn't want to assume anything, not with his friend clearly so anxious.

"Is that why y' didn't wanna teach the new recruits?" He asked. "You thought the Guardians were stereotyping you?"

"Sorta?" Guy leaned into him, his head cushioning itself into the side of his chest with little resistance. "I mean, I wanted more action and stuff too, thought they were sidelining me compared to John and Hal, and considering Kyle was gonna be the only other one with me, well. Putting the two omegas as trainers and the two alphas on the front lines has some, implications, if you get my meaning."

"But the Guardians don't know," Kilowog said. "At least, they didn't seem to before."

"Ganthet knows."

"Do you really think he'd hold that over you? Especially now? After Kyle?"

"I've known people to do a worse heel face turn, I wouldn't be surprised."

There wasn't much to be said for that. Guy was right after all. Kilowog had been on Earth enough, had seen how some humans treated others based on their designation. He could remember the phrases "You're really good for an omega" and "Why can't other omegas just be like you?" clear as day, that implication that these people were less capable just by virtue of existing. He'd also seen the extent of human brutality, how manipulative they could be. If he had it his way his Earth friends would never return to that planet, he'd keep them away from those horrible people with their horrible lies and words, but he knew he'd be no better if he did. His friends deserved to make their own choices and go where they wanted, he just needed to be prepared if they ever needed him.

"Well," he finally said, pulling Guy even closer to his side as he leaned down to nuzzle his head. "If they ever try anything they'll be dealing with a lot more than just you."

"Is that so?"

"Heh, between me, your Earth brothers, and those recruits out there, the Guardians stand no chance against us."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that big K," Guy said, patting the hand on his side.

"Overcome your fear Poozer," Kilowog said with a joking lilt to his voice, running his hand over the little bit of hair on Guy's head. "Trust your fellow Lanterns, believe in them. They care a lot less about your human designations than you meat sacks think they do."

"Fine fine." Guy's laughter flowed again, bringing peace along with it. "We'll see."

"We better."

#she's a long one #is this still considered a snippet at this length #fic ideas #this ones just come out way too disjointed for me to feel good continuing with it #kilowogs part id say is the most fleshed out #with kyles as the least #hints of guyhal in there if you really squint #that was the original intention when it started #but alas #here we are #green lantern #omegaguy

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JayRoy fake marriage but not really start

"We should get married."

The statement comes out of nowhere, and the way Roy says it, with that lilt to his voice that always made it hard for Jason to tell if he was being serious or not, doesn't help. The fact he's saying it as they're finishing up a case, tying up the lose ends and the unconscious scumbags they'd taken down, isn't helping matters either.

"Excuse me?" Jason manages to say, his voice just as caught off guard as he was. It's a good thing his helmet is still on, the voice modulator masking the strange croaky squeak he let out. Fuck, does Roy know? He doesn't know, there's no way he can know, Jason's been so careful, for the love of God he can't.

"Married Jaybird," Roy repeats, drawing out the first syllable in what Jason would normally call a tease. But this is Roy, and he's Jason, Roy might joke with him and tease him, but he'd never do it like that.

Jason stares, unable to do much more in a face of such utter confusion. "Who put you up to this?" he half growls half grumbles as he forces himself to return to the task at hand. These criminals certainly aren't going to tie themselves up, and he and Roy need to be out of the building by the time the cops arrive. This is no time for a break. "It was Dick wasn't it? The bastard."

Roy chuckles, low and deep in that way that always sends shivers up Jason's spine. "No, no, Dick's got nothing to do with it."

Jason does everything in his power to hold back the mental imagery that hits at those words, the thought of "I'm a man, you're a man, you wanna get married but also expect dicks not to be involved, how?" hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just breathe Todd, just breathe. Everything will be alright, you just need to make it out of this warehouse.

"Kori then," Jason states as he finishes the last of them.

"Nah," Roy grins, sliding up to his side and throwing an arm over Jason's shoulders. It takes all of Jason's self control not to flinch or jump or shiver at the physical contact.

"Then who?"

"Would you believe me if I said no one?"

"Absolutely not."

Roy feigns offense, throwing his free hand to his forehead as he put more of his weight on Jason. "Oh how cruel, he can't even believe his betrothed in his moment of honesty."

"You're damn right." Jason rolls his shoulders, managing to remove Roy's arm in the process. He caught what Roy said, what he had called himself, but he can't bring himself to acknowledge it. "Then why?"

Roy shrugs. "Tax benefits?"

Jason huffs, shakes his head, and leaves the warehouse. He has half a mind to burn the place to the ground.

*

As it turns out, there was a reason after all.

Disappearances at a couple's resort had drawn Roy's attention, and once he'd seen the sheer quantity of them he'd made his decision. It was easy enough to convince Jason once he knew the marriage proposal wasn't real, that it'd just been Roy being Roy.

He still isn't sure if he should feel relieved or upset at the newfound understanding.

#jayroy #fic snippet #fic ideas #i completely forgot i wrote this #why do i do this to myself

[do-not-careissa]

MibJason fic 2, the angsty one. bit of mentioned jaykyle at the end

S was dead.

The ringing of the gunshot still rang in his ears as he ran, S's blood still wet where it clung to his suit. He could still see the man go down, could hear when his body hit the sewer floor. Jason could only be grateful that his death had been quick, the bullet going clean through his head. At least his partner didn't have to suffer. At least he could chase the fucker who did it with that bit of clarity.

Because the asshole who did this, the purple skinned, four armed fucker with a wrap sheet a mile long, who'd been going around New York picking off random alien sight seeers, he was going down. Whether it be by deportation back to the slimeball of a planet he'd come from or by the end of his gun, Jason wasn't going to let him get away with this. S was his partner, his brother in arms, his family, that meant something in this fucked up little world of theirs.

And unlike certain people, he gave a damn when his partners were murdered.

The still water did little to slow him down, the smell barely an inconvenience. The gates and fences were nothing to him, muscle memory from years prior pushing him to vault over them all the same. His suit and dress shoes might not have the endurance of a costume and pixie boots, but in many ways he preferred them. They felt more him at this point, less like an attempt to be someone else.

Funny that, considering who he worked for.

Worry began to pull at him the longer he ran, the sounds of his target disappearing off into the distance. He'd been going for well over five minutes now, he might know this area but it seemed his perp did as well. It's how he got from crime scene to crime scene after all. No one thinks to check the sewers for the attacker.

He almost gave in, no longer hearing anything other than the car horns blaring above him, but a green​ light caught his eye and he couldn't stop the snarl that took over his lips. He knew that glow, would recognize it anywhere. He could remember the first time he saw it all those years ago, back when that man introduced him to the Justice League, when he'd come face to chest with the Green Lantern Hal Jordan.

So a Lantern was down here too. And the chances of them not chasing his perp were slim to none. Even with how many there were now, they always went up, never down. They had no reason to be in the sewers, not unless they were chasing someone. Figures his night would get that much more complicated.

And it only seemed to get worse from there.

Because the minute he turned the corner, the minute he set eyes on who that green glow belonged to, his heart absolutely stopped.

This wasn't Hal Jordan, even with his ties to that life cut he could handle that. It wasn't even John Stewart or Guy Gardner, those two he could definitely handle, he hadn't exactly known them that well when he had, well, left that life. But this? No, no he couldn't handle this.

Even with the mask covering so much of his face, even with his eyes and nose covered, Jason knew who he was looking at. He recognized those lips, he know them anywhere. He'd spent enough time over the last few months looking at them, touching and kissing and getting lost in them. He'd recognize that jawline, the neck connected to it, he'd kissed it enough, marked it and bruised it and spent nights curled into it. He knew the eyes hidden by that mask, the most beautiful of hazel with a ring a Green to them, always so full of life, full of happiness and love.

This couldn't be happening.

He barely registered Kyle's surprised "Jason?" As he launched himself at the man, slamming him back into the wall. this wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. The man he'd been with, the man he kept going back to, the one he'd gotten in far too deep with, he was a, he was a fucking...

"You're a fucking Green Lantern?!" he yelled, all teeth and rage.

#fic snippet #fic ideas #jason todd #canon divergence #wherein jason goes with mib post resurrection instead of Talia finding him #minor jaykyle

[do-not-careissa]

Jaykyle, mibJason 1 (the lighter, less angsty one)

Kyle Rayner was a mistake.

Then again, perhaps mistake was the wrong word. A mistake had implications. A mistake was something that happened by accident, something that you didn't mean to do. But something could only be a mistake for so long, and you certainly couldn't feign ignorance after almost a year.

No, Kyle Rayner was a choice, and one Jason couldn't bring himself to stop making.

He knew he shouldn't, knew even after that first night that he should stop. The life he lived was dangerous, full of too many secrets and nameless faces. He knew things few others did, had enemies that even the Justice League would struggle against. He couldn't bring another into his life.

And that wasn't even considering the ramifications of what would happen if his superiors ever found out.

Five years, he'd spent five years of his life with the organization, had poured his blood, sweat, and tears into it. He gave up his chance at returning to his first life to stay with them, to do what was right. And yet here he was, seemingly willing to throw that all away over some artist he met in a random New York coffee shop.

You'd think after everything, after his life in Gotham, after his mom and the streets, after Bruce and Alfred, after being Robin then being dead and not getting the chance to just stay dead, after waking up and being told of how Bruce had just moved on and acted like he'd never been there, you'd think he'd know to be more careful. Personal relationships were for people who could handle them, for normal people, and he certainly wasn't one of those people.

But he felt like one with Kyle, and that was the problem.

There was just something about him, something that was so different, so visceral and normal and nothing like he'd ever experienced. He treated Jason like a person, like an equal. Kyle wasn't some rookie he had to train, he wasn't a fellow agent he needed to advise or rescue, he wasn't some superior with a stick up his ass and years of work making his head too big. Kyle was just... Kyle. And when Jason was with him he was just Jason. For just a few hours, a few days if he got lucky, everything else drifted away. He wasn't one of MiB's top agents, he wasn't the resurrected-believed-to-still-be-dead Robin, he wasn't the dangerous, living weapon that he actually was. He was just Jason.

#jaykyle #fic snippet #fic ideas #canon divergent au #wherein jason goes with mib post resurrection rather than talia finding him

[do-not-careissa]

I found a bunch of older fic snippets while looking through my notes app the other day. I figure I probably won't be finishing them so may as well let them out here in a couple of different posts.

Should be what was meant to be a jayroy fake wedding, 2 different attempts at mib Jason jaykyle, the omegaGuy fic that seemed to go everywhere and no where at the same time, and the GuyCarolHal. Clearly I have too many ideas in my head with no way to finish them lately it seems 😩

#incoming #we'll see how long these take me to post

[do-not-careissa]

That awkward moment when you're the only one note hit by the "suddenly a child" curse

#we dont know whose fault this is #but it's probably guy's #john stewart #hal jordan #guy gardner #kyle rayner #simon baz #jessica cruz #green lantern #dc #digital art #fanart

[do-not-careissa]

Colored Yara Flor

#lost part of her bola weapon in the cropping #that is what its called right? bola? #yara flor #digital color #digital painting #dc legends game design for her #yet another I've spent way too long on this and need to call ita day piece #digital art #dc #dc comics #fanart

[do-not-careissa]

Lines for this Yara Flor pic I've been working on. Used her DC legends legendary outfit

#yara flor #dc #dc legends #digital art #wip #lineart #linework #have the whole image cuz you lose part of it when i cropped and rotated it for the color #which will come in a bit

[do-not-careissa]

Background of something I'm working on right now

#you ever just forget you can do something #then you just #DO it #yeah thats what happened here #clouds #sunset #wip #work in progress #digital art #background #backgrounds are so painful #but at least she's looking good now

[do-not-careissa]

A pissed off Kori has arrived

#koriand'r #starfire #dc #digital art #digital painting #was originally gonna do this like the others that are dclegends based #but i find her outfit in the game to be just slightly too much for me to fuck with #and i like my own designs better so why not just use them #angry kori gives me life #just not sure if i mad her ANGRY angry enough

[do-not-careissa]

I love it ♥️

i really enjoy @do-not-careissa ‘s Star Sapphire Jason series

#star sapphire jason todd #jason todd #ghia'ta #carol ferris #that pinky magenta hue area is always a pain in the butt to get right #i always have the same issue with it looking pastel on one and burn your eyes bright on another screen #color is hard and somehow that one seems tp be the worst 😭 #love this #art and comments always give me the fuzzies

[do-not-careissa]

I wanted to try a little something different with my color/shading, we got another Jade in the process

#jade nguyen #cheshire #dc #digital art #black and white

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A little Spectre Hal Jordan that kind of took on a life of its own. Can't quite decide if I prefer the color or b/w version more

#spectre #hal jordon #dc #digital art #digital painting #black and white vs color

[do-not-careissa]

The shading on your genderbent Kyle Rayner is absolutely gorgeous 🦄

Thank you 😊 she was a fun one to figure out

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[do-not-careissa]

Drop the ao3

I'm afriad I don't quite understand what you mean anon. Do you mean the link/username? My Ao3 account name is do_not_careissa if that's the case

#answers

[do-not-careissa]

Your Star Sapphire Jason is glorious, but if I have to say the truth I have a soft spot for your Blue Lanter Jason. Could I bother you with asking for a sequel/drabble/little thing? I'd like to know what's Bruce gonna do after seeing Jason again.

Aw , thank you ♥️ There won't be a sequel for that particular fic, it was a definite one shot for me. I saw what happened when I let myself keep writing my Sapphire fics, trying not to go off the rails again 😅

But as for what Bruce would probably do post-fic. Well for one probably a lot of internal freakout, trying to find a plausible explanation for the young man he saw at the diner with Clark that definitely looked mad sounded like his Jason. Something like that would likely unsettle him quite a bit, resulting in the constant back and forth in his mind of "but that's not possible, it can't be possible" and "you work with aliens, magic users, Green Lanterns, a demigoddess, what about your son not being dead ten years later isn't possible?" I tend to see Bruce as a very logic driven character (or at least, abiding by his own logic, not necessarily anyone else's), but something like that would force him to struggle with that a lot since now emotions are going to get involved whether he lets them or not. He's seeing his son, who's body he held in his arms, alive and well and grown with a blue ring on his finger and a baby under his care. That'd put anyone through hell emotionally, Bruce is no exception.

So he'd at some point dig up Jason's grave, a final bid for "I'm just imagining things, put Jason's face on that poor young man" only to find the coffin empty aside from the dirt, hole, broken belt buckle, and specks of blood. And he'd sprial even further, to the point where the rest of the family couldn't ignore what was happening and force him to step down from being Batman til he's better. Which obviously isn't going to happen until he has his answers and knows what happened, which isn't going to happen, or at least not for a good long while.

Maybe after awhile Damian finds him scouring through old records and newspapers searching for information on a missing and/or amnesiac boy, let's something slip, or is almost too tight lipped which has Bruce's bells ringing. Would Bruce follow Damian to see if Damian ever interacts with Jason? Ask him questions? Just waits him out? I wouldn't be too sure. A determined Bruce is hard to stop, a determined, emotional typhoon who just wants answers about his son Bruce would be even harder. One of those, he lets them think they've stopped him or convinced him to drop it, only to slip out later type of deal.

I just find Bruce to be a very obsessive character, once he's keyed into something he's not really willing to let it go, no matter what anyone says, at least that's the interpretation I've grown to have after my random comics readings.

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