reborn.

ind. carter hall / hawkman canon divergent ( first comic origin + legends of tomorrow ) please read rules and bio mun of age

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2017 mood

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// This is a smol sneaky starter call

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Wings, the first thing he noticed. He hadn’t met anyone else with what looked to be permanent wings. “You’ve got them too?”

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        “Yeah. You first.” It wasn’t like there was a ‘wing pals international’ where everyone can catch up on why the hell the other has wings. So Carter was curious to hear all about it.

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“In a way.”

The man’s answer, though, confused him, and the Prince tilted his head to the side, considering the words of the other. “Curse…? How so…?”

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“It’s a long story really. It involves a cursed ceremonial dagger and a prince who couldn’t keep it in his pants. Let me give you a good advice. Next time you consider having an affair with a priestess - don’t do it.”

Something told him this beau here knew a thing or two about magic and magical objects. “How about I tell you more if you tell me what you mean with ‘in a way’? You’re wearing armor, so you’re a warrior, yes?”

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“I have never seen a winged one outside of Olympus before…”

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The Olympus? As in, where the greek gods resided?

“I’ve got these because I’m...cursed.” That was what had happened, in a nutshell. “But I’m human. You however, you’re not, are you?”

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// finished all of carter’s drafts. feels so good fkjebfjekg

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That was all the permission Khufu needed now. Nefer was suffering, and he had given his consent. The consent may be muddled and driven by his pain and lust, but was better than nothing. It was enough for now.

Khufu had never fucked a man before, but it can’t be that much different from a woman. Where a woman’s pussy was slick with want, Nefer’s ass was doing exactly the same. This kind of self-lubrication was a gift from the gods, because Khufu would have probably not possessed the insight to ease the entering for Nefer in any way, not knowing it was necessary. This way, Nefer was wet and slippery enough for Khufu to just stick his cock inside.

He aligned himself and tried not to be too clumsy about it. Even his last time with a woman was a while ago and he had been drunk on fermented wheat. He only remembered it because she served him as a maid now, as the law ordered it. He looked up at Nefer to meet his eyes, one last question for permission, and also a reassurance. For both of them. Then he pressed the tip of his cock inside. It went in easily, the kit’s hole welcoming. 

And then he halted. Held his breath even. Stared at Nefer’s face to see how he reacted to it. To see if he pulled his lips up and displayed his fangs like he did when he chased a rat in the corn chambers. Or maybe let his ears droop and hissed. 

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sacred ibis with backlight.. by MargittaThomann http://ift.tt/297OVqK

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tim was HAPPY with carter, even with his wings and talons the older man still held him as though nothing had changed. he felt COMFORTABLE and more importantly SAFE with carter. that was the only reason he was stepping out onto the balcony and shaking out his wings. giving carter a NERVOUS smile he says “so if i fall that means everyone gets to see it right?” only half joking. 

taking a deep breath he jumped out over the balcony, nothing but air under him and extended his wings to catch him. this part wasn’t the worst, it was similar to how he used his cape. from here he could glide easily, then came the DIFFICULT part. focusing on his wings he flapped them- attempting them to move how he wanted them too. the result was a jerky move upward but at least he hadn’t FALLEN. 

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“You won’t fall.” He didn’t just say that to encourage Tim, but because he really believed it. Unless wings were suddenly coming off, they never failed you. Neither did his magical once, nor did Tim’s. Carter wasn’t certain of what nature Tim’s wings were, but he had faith in them.

He saw where the first mistake was. Flying closer to the younger, he positioned himself right blow him, turned onto his back, so that he was looking up at Tim from below. “Give your wings a bit more time to stretch through. One slow flap, like this.” He showed him what he meant with his own wings, the movement slow but fluid. “You need to get enough air above and below them before pulling through. If you do it too sudden, you just waste energy.”

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Speaking of meeting the magician Edward remembered his encounter with her and the Titans.  

“You can buy a ticket to any of her shows and see her, personally, no? Don’t you read newspapers?”  Zatanna’s shows and events were often published  in the daily papers. It’s a magic show after all.

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Man, he really wanted to tear Riddler a new one, and they weren’t even that far in the conversation. Alright. Deep breath. Bruce would be mad if he did that, Batman called dibs on all his Gotham looneys.

“You don’t say.” he deadpanned. I mean, outside of a show. Actually meeting her. Her show’s real magic, but when he turns it on for a fight, phew.” He bore his teeth, pristine and sharp. “That’s when real miracles happen.”

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“Before I get your hopes up, you should I know I hate when people try to tell me how to run my life. So it goes double for destiny forcing me into something. But I’m giving you a chance, mister… And I’m a tiny bit of a foodie.”

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“Fair enough.” That was his whole stance too basically, it would be hypocritical of him to disregard how Kendra felt about the whole ordeal just because he happened to remember they belonged together first. Or well, not remember but acknowledge it. “Can’t say I like this whole fate thing entirely, but I’m trying to make the best of it.” He smiled at her response. “Aren’t I lucky? I’ll show you my favourite steak house.”

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  Etrigan let out a gruff grunt of relief as the harpy essentially EXPLODED off of his back. Literally, a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he carelessly stretched his arms in quite the satisfied manner, his fingers interlocking midair in order to crack at his knuckles. 

  “O, good bird, thou art my hero! It shall be no problem to reduce these harpys to ZERO.” Etrigan exclaimed, a nasty grin spreading across his lips as he JUMPED into the air, following the other’s idea of roasting those ugly things. one of the creatures let out an agonizing SHRIEK as she came face to face with the flames of hell from Etrigan’s mouth.

All of this violence only thrilled him. After so long PLAYING GOOD with Batman, it felt so freeing to let loose that rather animal nature that had always been harbored deep in the demon. After all, he was hell-born. He was no tame lamb, and would never be.

   Etrigan let a mighty flame burst forth as he listened to the other’s words with little interest – after all, he wasn’t necessarily an analytical mind, nor did he care much about the CAUSE for violence. Etrigan waved his hand dismissively once the other finished speaking as he lunged towards the last of the ugly creatures. 

“We are almost done here, aye, don’t you see? Grab thy vase and let us be gone, for we aren’t here to sightsee!” This harpy wasn’t going down without a fight, and Etrigan wrestled her with some effort before unleashing his claws. 

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“Good riddance. I’ve never been happier seeing something get cooked like this.” Note to self - don’t piss off Etrigan. He’d recover from the burns faster than a human, but he’d burn, and he could imagine his feathers would burn really well too, magical or not. “Did someone ever tell you that you’re making Sheakspeare sound like an amateur?”

He grabbed the vase, grabbed Etrigan’s collar and carried his loot out of the cave. His wings gave powerful flaps, and Carter was strong enough to carry all the weight with ease. Outside, he set the demon down and scanned the area. “Sky looks clean.”

His mace was still covered in gore, so he dipped it into the river close by. Some creatures were very sensitive and usually came to the rescue of their wounded. If other harpies were smelling the remains of the dead ones, they’d be flocked in no time. 

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            Nefer, even upon hearing the door click shut, didn’t feel entirely safe. The other kits would be able to smell him, fresh and unclaimed, and he would be a free-for-all until he was paired off. Not that the kit wanted anyone else other than the Prince’s whose arms he was trying to make a home in. He had no thoughts of breakfast, of washing or Khufu’s duties that day, all he could think of was those hands roaming his body the night before and what they would feel like now.

            Surely they would feel incredible, better than they had done the night before? His paws slipped against Khufu’s chest, trying to somehow get closer whilst trembling the entire time. His tail was fluffed and held aloft, more proud than the rest of the kit’s body, and the contact felt good. So good in fact that he was rubbing his check along Khufu’s chest and then arching his entire form to follow suit. He was so desperate.

            “W-would you,” he moaned softly, his voice nearly stolen by a hiccup. “I-I don’t want.. don’t want anyone else, not anyone, please, not anyone.”

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did nefer even notice how he acted right now? like a desperate, needy whore, yearning for a touch so badly. exactly like the kits in heat always looked. only this time, it was much much sexier, since it was nefer doing it. his nefer. his usually innocent, well-behaved friend. there was barely any left of that now, nefer’s body was speaking it’s own language. 

“shhh.” he stroked the brown tresses and shifted, making nefer lay down on his back on the bed, just like he had done when he had kissed him that evening. this time, it would be more than that. it made sense now. the fluid he had found on the sheets, it was the natural lubrication the kit’s heat provided, so that the one who mated it could enter him easily. khufu spread nefer’s legs carefully, stroking the insides of his thighs.

when his finger reached lower, beneath nefer’s cock and between his buttocks, he felt how hot and slick it was. for a moment, he was breathless. it was an incredible, inviting feeling. he wanted nefer so badly, he wanted to help him satisfy his need and also still his own. “i won’t give you away. i’ll do it myself.” 

leaning down, khufu kissed him hungrily. his palms roamed over the kit’s chest, finding his nipples swollen and sensitive. nefer’s entire body had turned into an instrument for him to play and control. no wonder it was so much fun for rutting kits to find a kit they could mate. it seemed to be more than just sexual gratification now, it was flattering to the entire ego. “do you like that, nefer-miw? do you want me to touch you?”

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                so come here                                let me love your bruises.                                let me kiss all your scars. 

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tim was SURPRISED that carter was willing to do this, given how old he was. but then carter had his own morals, he didn’t answer to batman or ANYONE else it seemed. needless to say, tim didn’t really CARE why carter slept with him. what he cared about was EVERYTHING ELSE. the dinners, occasional gifts or just spending time with tim - that wasn’t NORMAL. not for him at least. 

part of him wanted to BELIEVE it was because carter cared, and the other darker part of him said that DIDN’T MATTER because in the end everyone screws you over. shaking himself from his thoughts he nods “more than, though i think the staff are catching on to what we are doing.” tim teased lightly. after all HE wasn’t the one who’d get into trouble if someone found out. then again this was gotham- not many people would actually care about that kind of thing.

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“what makes you think that?” carter wasn’t the paranoid type, but he trusted his intuition more than anything else. if someone else did that, he usually paid close attention, and someone like tim who had to look out for himself when no one else did, was usually very good at having the right feelings. if the staff really wondered what was going on, it would have lead to an awkward conversation with the police, something neither of them wanted.

when they entered the elevator of the hotel, carter was glad that no one had been standing at the reception. this wasn’t the kind of hotel where walking out of the room alone and returning in the company of an attractive boy wouldn’t garner any raised eyebrows. he wanted to keep it low. of course by now he knew that tim was quite a screamer, so he settled with ‘as low as possible’.

he lead him to his room and opened it with the key card, then let tim enter first. it looked almost untouched, except for the unmade bed and carter’s bags on the floor. “so how much for tonight?”