Being a WonderBat supporter this moment from part one of Justice League x RWBY: Super Heroes & Huntsmen got to me. Specially when Bruce said that he wanted to be more like her, while Diana is there to remind him that he is special with or without powers.
After reading Fjord’s Mighty Nein Origins, I’m getting emotional thinking about how Jester came into his life. We see him in his childhood and youth being abused repetitively, and he was conditioned and then trained by Vandran to always have your guard up, not let anyone see your weaknesses and exploit them, and always bracing for defensiveness and roughness.
And then we see Jester, and its framed so differently:
She’s not trying to exploit him, be mean to him, or have ill-intentions with him. She just wants someone to travel with, and a friend. She's fun. There must have been such a shift internally for him to be around someone like her. His shoulders can relax just slightly, she's not what he is anticipating, and she doesn't tell anyone about his secret accent. The very very start of letting his defences down.
I also really like that in that last panel, its just the two of them walking side by side. No buildings, no stars or clouds in the sky, no other people. The background is very empty, and it really highlights how Fjord has nobody in that moment except for her, and Jester is also very much on her own as well (except for a little crimson weasel that is hidden in some frames there). Neither of them have ever physically been out on their own before either, with Fjord at the orphanage and then on the Tide's Breath immediately, and Jester always being in the Chateau.
And of course, it makes me emotional too that she says "It kinda looks like we're headed the same direction! Wanna walk together a bit?" because in the epilogue, they are headed in the same direction again - more adventure, freedom, and towards the ocean and coast instead of away from it. But this time, they're walking together in a different way. They're walking together through a romantic relationship and its such a beautiful parallel. They met, decided to go together, and never stopped.
Allura frowned, rubbing her wrists and dabbing a bit of perfume on that corner of her neck.
Touching up her lipstick a bit, she put it in her bag and got up. She took a last look in the mirror, contemplating her outfit. A short pastel pink satin dress, a color that highlighted her skin tone. It was a little above the knee, and her heels made her look much taller than she already was. The selection of golden jewelry highlighted her long neck, and those lengthy shinny earrings gave her an elegant touch that favored her simple makeup. Her long hair had been worked with the curling iron into small curves. It was simple. With a nod, Allura grabbed her small bag and headed out.
It's not like her steps were any louder than usual… it wasn't like she purposely stomped on the floor with her heels any harder. However, a small smirk curved the corner of her lips when she heard the bathroom door slam open.
With disguised disinterest, she went to the kitchen and took out the white wine she had bought. When she turned around, she kept her face undisturbed as she noticed Keith, leaning in the wall that lead to the hallway.
Allura took a long, slow breath, trying hard not to show the self-control she was looking for. Keith's gaze was something so familiar and at the same time, so new. Despite the distance, she felt his stare searing into her, his calculating eyes absorbing her figure from top to bottom. His hair was damp, freshly washed. It was quite long, reaching a little below his shoulders. Allura loved it, it made him look like those irresistible bad boys from the movies she liked secretly. He crossed his well-worked arms over his naked chest. She glanced down at his torso, where those slight exercise marks and abs were traced by a trail of hair leading to an area that was covered by long black sweatpants.
"Girl's night?"
Allura looked back at his skeptical face and rose eyebrow, somehow a little dazed by the interruption. Something inside her gave her a brief tingle and flashing her eyes innocently, she replied “No, actually. I will meet with my boss” she answered casually, clutching the bottle of wine in her hands.
Keith's eyes narrowed with curiosity. "Honerva?"
“No” she clarified, wrinkling her nose at the thought of that evil villain she had as a boss. She left the wine bottle on the counter bar and walked out of the kitchen so Keith could have a better and complete look of her. She turned around slowly, giving him time to appreciate the sight. "How do I look?"
Keith angled his head in newfound interest, his dark gaze gliding across her figure. “Have I seen that dress before?”
"Nope." Allura runs her hands over her curves, then slowly cups her breasts and then her hips, with just the exact amount of flirtation. Her voice turns low, and teasing. "I just did it. You like it?”
Being a fashion designer had its perks. Leaving aside the messy work room and sleepless hours from work or looking for inspiration. But… now she had a new dress.
A satisfied smile spreads across her face when she notices that part at the level of his hips… the length showing slightly. Keith walks toward her in a lethal slow pace. His eyes burning her soul and consuming her absolutely right. There was only one thing on her mind: Keith, Keith, Keith. She wanted his hands on her, on all her body… his lips on hers, all of her.
Now that she had her heels on, they were level with each other. She blinked as his closeness, surprised as his eyelashes swept his cheeks, making his eyes look so deep… he had beautiful eyes. She could not help but inhale, his aroma, freshly bathed… fresh and clean… and mint. Her eyes drifted to his lips, rosy, they looked so soft. She let out a sigh she did not know was holding. Her hands took control of their own and went to feel his long neck. Allura felt his Adam apple bobbed slightly as she traced with her fingers, then over his shoulders… taking detail of that delicate moles necklace that formed on his clavicle. “Is a really nice dress” he drawled in a whisper.
Allura giggled, sliding her hands over his arms, and taking his hands, guiding them down to her waist. Touch me, touch me, touch me her body sang. As their eyes held, his expression changed subtly from unreadable to a different kind of intensity, something arousing in them. His hands were large, and his long fingers almost round her completely. She bit her lip. “The fabric is satin” she commented, not really knowing what she was saying. So close to him… she couldn't concentrate watching him lick his lips.
A ruby-colored creeps up his cheeks, and he pushed her against him, his hands going up, and a long finger tracing her spine lethally slow, his other hand cupping her ass. Keith takes a step forward and her back collides with the kitchen bar. Like a hunter, he leans down and grazes his nose at that corner of her neck. Tentatively, Allura reached up and brush the tips of her fingers over his chest, his sternum, his heart hammering against it. Her knees immediately went weak and her center contracted. Suddenly she forgot how to breath, why he was not kissing her was a more important issue. Keith's wet hair left wet trails across her bare shoulders. One hand lowered to his lower torso and Keith bit her earlobe in response. His hard length already pulsing against her. She arched her back as pleasure lanced from her chest directly to her groin.
“All of this because of a dress, Kogane?” she purred in a gasp, rolling her eyes in pleasure as she felt Keith's tongue caress that spot that he knew so much. For her part, that mischievous hand went lower and lower… brushing her fingers through the smattering of the hair that trailed down. Her other hand captured his neck and forced him gently to look at her. Keith let out a moan, his teeth tearing at her skin a little before giving away to her delicate strength. He left a mark, that was for sure.
"You can be wearing a trash bag and I'll still want you, Lura" he rasped, contemplating her lips.
"You want me now, Keith?" she asked innocently. "Because now I have to go."
Her hand played with the band of his underpants and the one on his neck tightened their grip a bit. Keith's hands lifted her dress, and the heat from his fingertips over her thighs sent an electric tingle up her spine. Allura lifted her chin and shook her head. “Uh uh… no” she lured, playfully.
An eyebrow lifted briefly and that wild glow took on more life in those eyes.
Keith's unfazed at her little pant, in one move made her ass land on the kitchen bar. An animal, which was eager to hunt, waiting and stalking. “Who did you say you were going to meet?”
She did not, but Allura sniggered lightly at his try and gave in. "Lotor." She found her way back to him and wrapped her hand around its length. Keith's shoulders tensed at her touch as she stroked him from root to tip, her thumb moving lightly over the head of his cock.
Keith let out a soft groan, and nudged her legs apart, lifted her dress a little more. His hands brushing against her skin and dipping between her thighs, his fingers teasing. A moan escaped from her lips, her legs already trembling. Keith cocked his head, devouring each expression with his hungry eyes. “Lotor” he repeated, a challenge in his voice.
Allura's core was hammering, tightening in anticipation, feeling already humid there. “Yes” she shifted her grasp, dragging her fingertips along the underside of his balls and wrapping them. Keith took her hand before she could stroke more and push it away gently.
"You aren't wearing panties..." he mumbled, a devil smirk on his face. “Nice.”
Oh that tone. That sexy tone of his. That tone that hides a tease and a warning with it.
The warmth of his fingers there reminded her of that statement. They reached the delicate, swollen nub near the top and Keith pressed his thumb against her, rubbing. Him brushing her entirely was enough to make her roll her eyes and tilt her head back. The hand that was holding her moved to the back of her neck to steady her and make Allura watch him. Her hips twisted toward him, lips trembling.
Allura's breaths were becoming ragged with lust. She shivered and whined, clenching her fist in his hair, the other one supporting herself onto the kitchen bar.
”Is there a problem, Keith?” she inhales, angling her hips toward his touch, the pleasure astounding.
Keith's face is flushed, his eyes wide and bright with want. "No... I just wish you can't get my name out of your head while you talk to him." He runs the hand from the back of her head down Allura's back, massaging the curve of her ass.
“There isn't much time for that…” she warned, her hand on his chest. "I have to leave no later than 5 minutes."
Keith let out a low chuckle, leaning in and peppering kisses over her shoulders.
With confident fingers, Keith strokes from her clit through her folds, then twists two fingers together to push inside her… so easily.
“I only need 2.”
Allura opened her eyes wide, perplexed at his answer. The hoarse tone of his challenge making her lift the chin. Her body was shivering, her heart racing and accepting the challenge she knew he was going to succeed. “Try” she pants, spreading her knees farther apart in a silent bid for Keith to go on.
The determination that gleamed in Keith's eyes was that of a hunter who knew he would get what he wanted. Challenged accepted.
So, he didn't waste a second. And he indeed did it. In less than 2 minutes, her legs shook uncontrollably, and climax hit her like a gunshot, ricocheting through her body. Allura was a gasping mess, praying his name. Only one thing in her head: Keith, Keith, Keith. She wanted him, just him, so she was twisting her hips towards him, pushing toward his touch, nailing her nails on his bare back, swallowing ragged breaths, biting his shoulders, feeling as lightening stroke her body, shivering in pleasure and ecstasy …
It was heaven. She more in heaven.
His hand that held her moved slowly up her back, tracing the spine. He knew that made her lose control, he had discovered it recently. She arched her back, a wave of what she had felt seconds ago attacking her again. Keith grabbed the back of her neck, entwining his long fingers in her hair and pulled her towards his lips. This time, a gentle soft kiss was consuming all the flame, calming that storm of pleasure and consummating fire. But it was impossible. Even his agonizingly soft kiss awoke in her a volcano. It took her breath away and carried her to a tightrope where she just wanted to fall and be picked up by him. Keith inhaled sharply and Allura could not help but smile. The texture of his lips, the smell of mint and fresh, the closeness they shared. The storm had passed, yet the waters were always safe, with Keith they always were. The security that he gave her despite being the one who unleashed the storm in her being… the way to bring calm to that tornado of emotions. It was just Keith who had that power. And she trusted him to have that power over her. Their tongues tangled and she could not help but wrap her arms around him and hide her hands in his wet hair. Her heart still beating fast against her chest, and the warmth of his fingers in her core, just there filling her… she was melting into the kiss.
But unfortunately to live you had to breathe. As they parted, it took her a few seconds to calm down, everything was tingling. Though her heart skipped a beat when Keith reached up his hand and sucked his fingers, his pupils focused on hers. Her eyes flickered to those long fingers, his lips and his tongue savoring her juices. Keith's mouth split in a grin of wicked delight.
A cell phone rang, and a sigh escaped from her lips and she shook her head. That was probably Katie or Romelle. She already needed to go.
Allura gave him a kiss on his cheek and got down. Her legs betrayed her and her knees almost touched the ground, however Keith caught her in time, with a proud curve in his lips. Once she was steady, he helped her adjust the dress, with his nimble fingers he placed her necklace the right way and then his eyes moved from her neck to her lips and then her eyes. And she could stay there forever, in the depth of his penetrating gaze. But Keith's hands ran up to her hair, and gently combed it. He looked so beautiful, looking at her as if she was something divine.
He stepped out, and Allura took the wine and walked, swinging her hips a little more than usual. When she reached the door, Allura turned around and opened her bag. Ignoring Keith's stare, she took out a pantie and put it on carefully. Then, she took a last look in the mirror in the door, because Allura thought it was the best place to have a mirror. She took out her lipstick and touched up her lips. She heard a snort and the satisfaction inside her formed a smile. Out of nowhere, Kosmo ran into her and asked for attention. Good timing, Allura thought. Sometimes it was weird when their dog watched them having sex. Allura bent down to pet the giant black wolf.
“Say hi to the girls for me, okay?”
Allura tilted her head and looked up, knotting her brows together in confusion at him. “How did you—“
He chuckled, leaning against the kitchen bar. And Allura could not help but contemplate him… his chest tightening as he laughed, his pink lips, his pale skin now with a little pink color in his cheeks, his messy hair, his eyes wrinkling as he smiled… the way he looked at her, with that glimmer in them. “Your nostrils flare when you lie, Allura.”
“Of course not!” Allura replied almost in an instant, knowing damn sure he was correct. Kosmo barked excitedly, licking her fingers. When Keith was about to say something her phone rang again. She rolled her eyes, standing up. “You idiot”.
“I love you too”.
Allura ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, she opened the door and close it behind her. Leaving her hot wonderful boyfriend to go to the girls night. She took out her phone and texted:
Allura: When I get home, I will make you come in less than two minutes.
It didn't take a minute when he responded:
Keith: Try.
She bit her lip, getting on the elevator. Suddenly the cold air was felt hot.
Allura: Challenged accepted.
Allura let out a silent moan. She could not wait to win this one.
So a lot of people read that final dinner scene as Jinx wanting Vi to love her for who she is now, for Jinx, not just Powder, and when she sees Vi can't do that, she turns her back on her. But I think that misses an important dimension. Jinx's only model of what unconditional love looks like is Silco, and he doesn't just love her, he enables her worst impulses and behaviors. Vi is absolutely capable of loving Jinx, bloody hands, short fuse, hallucinations, and all, but she will never enable her. And because of that, Jinx can't see that Vi cares about her as more than the scared ten-year old girl she used to be.
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