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jaytim | ch. 1/3 | rated E | no warnings | only one bed, fake dating, pining, eventual smut
Jason and Tim work an undercover op in Florence. Jason learns just how attractive Tim is at about the same time he learns how fucked up he is.
“You're not much of an art guy, right?”
Tim shrugged. “Not the kind they usually put in museums.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind of art is that?” Jason stepped around a sculpture, following the intricately carved snout of a rearing horse, the woman on its back draped, curved, incomprehensibly lifelike. Tim muttered something he didn't quite hear. “What's that?”
“Star Trek.”
“There is so a Star Trek museum.”
Tim pursed his lips. “There are a few.”
“And you've been to all of them.”
“Maybe.”
“Ha,” Jason slapped his shoulder, “take me to one sometime. I gotta see this art.”
Tim followed him through the claustrophobic rooms, the walls strange, dark shades of red. “Don't be a dick. Up the stairs and to the left.” They entered a room which, at the center back, displayed Judith Slaying Holofernes.
“Arterial spray. Nice.”
Tim stood a few feet away, his arms crossed. “You wouldn't really go to a Star Trek museum.”
“For you, baby bird, I'd sit through the set tour.” He meant for it to sound mostly like a joke, but it landed too squarely on honest, and the both of them went quiet.
After a minute, Tim said, “it's only in New York. I'll hold you to that.”
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Hey less than half the people who've liked my post about organizing a PMMM fan project have reblogged it, even tho I explicitly suggested doing so to get more eyes on it in that very post. Less reblogs = less people interested, = less chance of finding a translator.
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if there was love
jaytim + dicktim | warning: noncon | omegaverse, mpreg | 5.8k
Tim sprinted down the hall. His heat made him feel sluggish, disoriented, even though he was certain he could still run as fast as ever, it just hurt. His abdomen cramped up until he had to duck into a closet to catch his breath, hand over his mouth to muffle it.
“I can still smell you,” Jason called. The tone of his voice made Tim shudder and gush slick. He sounded like a predator. And he wanted to destroy Tim, punish him for ever taking on the Robin mantle. He was fucking terrified, and his heat-sick body was begging for a strong alpha to hold it down and—
No. He wouldn't let that happen.
The floorboards creaked outside. Tim readied a batarang. Jason threw open the doors, and Tim stabbed him between the ribs.
“Robin!” he roared, grabbing him by his collar and throwing him into the hall. Tim was up and scrambling for the medbay in a second. Metal pierced the flesh of his thigh and he went down, hamstrung. He kept crawling, even as Jason's feet landed on either side of him. “That's cute,” he said, as he stomped a batarang out of Tim's hand. His fingers crunched under his boot. “You think you still have a chance.”
“I have to,” he gritted out, going still, trying to measure his next move. If he tried to grab anything else, Jason would break his other hand. “I’m Robin.”
He snorted, his boot coming to rest between Tim’s shoulder blades, pinning him, as if he could manage more than an army crawl. “Robin’s never been a little omega bitch.”
Of course not. Robin was always going to be a young, strong alpha, slated to bark and snarl with the best of society during the day and tangle with the worst of it at night. Tim never believed he was biologically disadvantaged, that was a crock, in his opinion, but it made people see him differently. That was what his scent blockers were for. He hadn’t been expecting a heat—his first heat—to be so brutally hormonal that it stunk through the patches. Raven had offered for him to go home before it hit, but the last thing he wanted was Bruce thinking he couldn’t fight with the Titans during a routine bodily cycle. It just…wasn’t routine for him, yet. He was new. All of it was new.
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So, I have a couple artworks I did for a fic I wrote / am writing. Au where Simon leaves the army to raise his nephew Joseph. In this installment ahaha Soap, who is still in the army, is visiting for the holidays, and so here is Simon and Jo picking up Soap from the airport, and Joseph giving Soap a hug! Both are of little scenes in the first chapter. 😊🧡
I'm so weak for uncles Simon and Johnny!!!!
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