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Summary: Daniel is intrigued about those that rule the after life and more importantly who is in charge of the balance between life and death.
Authors note: Just a gif story on how Our boy Loki could be the man that keeps the balance of life and death, It's Feasible. Tagging those who enjoy my silly gif stories.
Ever since Daniel had became an honorary family member to the reapers, he's found himself asking more questions about the world ruled by gods and demons, then he ever had. His knowledge was what came from his family and the hunters, so not always completely accurate, especially when it came down to what they knew about the reapers and how the hunters felt they couldn't be trusted.
It was a fact that got under Adder's skin, a lot but he soon educated Daniel with the facts, all except one.
"So who holds the balance?" Daniel asked one evening while Duke was busy trying to slaughter Rusty after another prank that wound him up.
"Well at the moment it seems to be Duke, he's got Rusty pinned and Rusty is going to try and charm his way out" Adder replied as he watched the squabbling duo like a father watching squabbling siblings.
"No not between those two....I mean the balance, you know, between life and death" Daniel replied as he grabbed the popcorn that was sitting on the coffee table, made from old engine parts. "Heaven is ruled by gods and Angels, Hell is ruled by Satan and Demons, so it only makes sense that the balance is held by an entity of some sort"
"Aaah that! Well you'd be right there is an entity holding the balance together, another god in fact. He gave up everything to make sure that the circle of life continued as it should. I like to think of the balance as being like Yggdrasil, the tree of life. The tree grows, produces fruit, the fruit falls, rots and gives nourishment to the ground so that it can nourish Yggdrasil and the seeds within the fruit can grow. Boom circle of life" Adder explained before noticing Duke reach for a wrench "DUKE. NO!"
"THIS PRICK NEEDS A LABOTAMY AND I CAN DO IT FOR FREE!" Duke screamed.
"Put. it.down!" Adder growled, watching Duke toss the wrench aside in disappointment "You know the rules! Orson will deal with him"
"Oh yeah! Orson gonna get out the broom for you sonny!" Duke replied happily as Rusty's once cheeky look fell from his face.
"Uh-Oh" Rusty whimpered
Adder rolled his eyes. It never ceased to amaze him how Duke and Rusty always found something to squabble over. Every day. Non-stop.
"You ever met them? You know the god that holds the balance, " Daniel asked as Rusty was introduced to his fate by a rather disgruntled Orson.
"Once. I was in limbo and I was in a bad place. I went looking for a fight with our enemies and because I wasn't with it, I got over powered, knocked out and slung into the Hudson. Should have died but for some reason I ended up there, right in front of Yggdrasil. Beautiful looking tree" Adder replied as he sat down on the couch, pausing for thought. "The god resides in Yggdrasil on a throne holding it altogether, keeping watch and making sure everything is as it should be"
Daniel raised his eyebrows impressed, knowing that only a god could keep something as delicate as the balance of life and death, balanced. Yet it still didn't answer the question on Daniel's lips.
"Yeah but what did he look like? Was he cool looking? Was he scary?! Come on feed me knowledge that I can use to seduce the ladies with" Daniel pleaded.
Adder just laughed, amused by the fact Daniel was using his knowledge to seduce the single huntresses amoung the Hunters ranks.
"How's that working out for you?" Adder chuckled
"Not so good" Daniel muttered
"Well I'll tell you if you stop using our history as a ridiculous, chat up method." Adder replied.
"Come on man women like stuff like that...Especially at Halloween when all the scary stories-"
"Daniel" Adder interrupted firmly, hating the fact Daniel possibly tells scary stories about them, even after the lecture he gave about how it is a little offensive to Reapers.
"Fine. No more seducing women with Reaper history" Daniel grumbled.
"Good man. Now, the god in Yggdrasil, he wore a crown with long horns, like the devil, raven black hair, green eyes, a tongue of silver and green robes" Adder replied.
"Man likes green...is he like a nature god?" Daniel asked
"Not really....but he is wise. When he sensed me being there, the branches parted, there was this weird, comforting green glow around him. He looked at me and told me that we, the reapers, are the groundkeepers, without the groundkeepers the tree can't flourish and can become sick which can alter the balance. He made me realise my importance and the next thing I knew, I woke up and Orson, who was sopping wet, was dragging my ass out of the Hudson and cussing my stubbornness" Adder explained
"So does he have a name?" Daniel asked
"Oh now that would be telling Daniel, can't be telling a mere mortal like you the name of the god holding the balance together. But what I will say....is he is a little mischievous"
Its a slow day in Metropolis.
I imagine Guy would tare into a burger like a feral animal while he watches TV intensely.
Also yes he's listening to the official James Gunn Guy Gardner playlist
Summary: You and John haven't talked about what he said on the livestream.
Companion piece to:
First Case - For John it's love at first sight.
Cake - John's surprised when you remember his birthday.
Culpability - John tries to reach out after he finds out about Robert Ortiz.
Bad Timing - You and John have always had bad timing.
Forget About It - You and John share a heated moment in the breakroom. - Companion piece to Bad Timing
The Deepest Cut - Rosalind forces John to make a confession.
Stitches - John supports you in the aftermath of Rosalind's attack.
Prequel to:
More Than Life It's Self (NSFW) - John reminds you of his feelings for you at a crucial moment.
Scars - John loves you and all your scars.
Out of Your League - John has always thought you were beautiful.
Rainy Days - John wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain... and you.
Vest - You're there for John when he's shot in the chest.
Disco Ball - An undercover operation causes John and you to start a conversation.
The first time John says I love you doesn’t count, not really.
It was said under duress over a livestream of a psychopath cutting into your skin, making you bleed into the fabric of the pretty black dress you were wearing.
You don’t discuss it in the aftermath, John’s not even sure you think about it but he does, he thinks about it all the damn time. You’re too busy trying to recover from the injuries Rosalind left on your body. The intense physical therapy you have to undergo because scar tissue when it heals, it makes everything tight and raw. It bundles up the muscles, flays the nerves. Then there’s the department mandated counselling, the hours you spend sitting on a stranger’s couch re-living the worst day of your life, trying to process the trauma so they’ll let you wear a badge again.
The healing process, it takes a toll, one John sees on a daily basis because he’s always at your place, helping out where he can.
“You don’t need to keep coming over anymore.” You tell him one night as you sit on the kitchen island, watching him dice peppers for the meal he’s putting together. “I’m officially letting you off the hook.”
“I don’t understand.” He says, setting the knife down on the counter before he turns to face you. You sigh as you lean back on your hands reviewing him with that significant look of yours.
“I know you feel responsible for what happened to me but it wasn’t your fault.” You say, pursing your lips together sympathetically. “You don’t have to keep trying to make amends for it by fixing my shelves and cooking me dinner.”
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” He asks as he pushes off the counter, taking up the space between your knees.
“Yes.” You say honestly, your eyes on his weathered face. “Why else would you give up all this time, all this energy-”
“Becca.” He says firmly, planting his palms on the surface of the counter just outside of your thighs. They squeeze in a little closer hugging his hips as he leans in, his gaze fixed on yours so you can see the vivid blue hue. “I am here because this is what you do when the person you love is hurting, you care for them, you try to help them through the rough stuff.”
“John...” You say with a tiredness he feels deep down in the depths of his bones. “You can’t want this-” You gesture at your lilac yoga pants and fleece, the clothing that’s hiding the dozens of scars underneath the fabric. “-nobody would want this.”
It breaks his heart that you think that, that you don’t see how perfect you are even with the damage that’s been caused. Rosalind tried to break you but you persevered. There is nothing more stunning than the enormous ‘fuck you’ you’re giving by simply living your life every day.
“Becca.” He whispers, his lips ghosting along the scar that dissects your cheek. Your breath catches at the sensation, the feather light brush of his mouth across your skin. “If you let me, I would like to show you just how beautiful you really are.”
“Don’t just throw me a pity fuck because-”
He thrusts then, his hard cock pressing against your core, urgent and wanting and the sound you make, it takes him back to that night you turned up after your undercover stint, when he’d almost made love to you in his living room.
“This won’t be a pity fuck.” He promises you, leaving a trail of heated kisses down the curve of your neck. It draws a whimper from your throat, sending a flush of heat ricocheting through his nerve endings as his palms come to rest on your thighs, squeezing gently. “This will be me giving myself to you, my heart, my body, my soul. Everything you need to see just how much you mean to me.”
Your hands grasp his shirt, balling the fabric in your fists as he nips at that sensitive space right underneath the hinge of your jaw, causing your entire body to arch against his.
“Take me to bed John.” You whisper, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. He can see the shyness in you but he can also see the want, the desire, the passion. “Show me what it’s like to be loved again.”
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Who do y'all think gonna be Nolan's kidnapper in season 8? He's been kidnapped every season so I hope assume season 8 will be the same.
Like season 1 it was Cole, season 2 it was Nyla's neighbor, season 3 was that dude with cancer, season 4 was Marcus, season 5 was technically Rosalind (she used Bailey to do it but some people count it so I am too) season 6 was the dude during Bailan's honeymoon and last season was Oscar
the one where john and nyla babysit henry and abigail's daughter
John and Nyla look after Henry and Abigail’s six month old daughter Rose while they go out for the night. Takes place in S5.
For @nether-moth <3
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“Again thank you guys for watching her. We really appreciate it.”
Nyla smiles at Abigail, “Of course. I know what it’s like to be a new mom and just want a night out.”
“You both have fun.” John tells Henry, patting his arm. Henry chuckles, “Thanks guys.”
“Bye baby.” Abigail kisses Rose on the forehead before leaving.
“Call us if you need anything, dad.” Henry does the same before following her out.
John closes the door and lets out a sigh, “This’ll be easy.”
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“This is not easy at all.”
Rose has been crying for hours. Nyla and John have tried almost everything: she’s not hungry, her diaper doesn’t need to be changed, she isn’t sick.
Nyla sighs, “Babies don’t always need a reason to cry. Sometimes they just cry.” She takes the baby from John’s arms, “Come here sweetie.”
John watchs Nyla sing a lullaby to his granddaughter. He can’t help but gaze at them both in complete amazement.
The baby stops crying, a smile gracing her face. Nyla lets out a chuckle, “Works every time. I’ve sung this to both Lila and Leah.” She smiles as the baby reaches out to John, “Say hi to your grandpa.”
“You know, I kinda feel like you enjoyed saying that a bit too much .”
“Did I smile? I was trying not to smile.”
“I saw it.”
At that exact moment, the baby fell fast asleep. Nyla and John exchanged a laugh, “She’s asleep.”
Nyla gently placed the baby in John’s arms. John kissed her head, “I’ll put her to bed.”
Cake - John's surprised when you remember his birthday.
Culpability - John tries to reach out after he finds out about Robert Ortiz.
Bad Timing - You and John have always had bad timing.
Forget About It - You and John share a heated moment in the breakroom. - Companion piece to Bad Timing
The Deepest Cut - Rosalind forces John to make a confession.
Prequel to:
More Than Life It's Self (NSFW) - John reminds you of his feelings for you at a crucial moment.
Scars - John loves you and all your scars.
Out of Your League - John has always thought you were beautiful.
Rainy Days - John wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain... and you.
Vest - You're there for John when he's shot in the chest.
Disco Ball - An undercover operation causes John and you to start a conversation.
The days after Rosalind’s attack are a haze for you, a mixture of pain and morphine induced nightmares including red haired psycho path cutting into your skin. You can still feel your flesh splitting under the blade, hear her voice as she taunts you with that breathy, melodic voice of hers.
“You’ll bleed out before anyone finds us.” She had told you as she had leaned back against the table supporting the phone and ring light, livestreaming your trauma. “And John, he’ll get to experience every moment of it.”
In your dreams you don’t turn the tables. You don’t manage to dislocate your thumb to get yourself out of those handcuffs. You don’t wrestle the knife from Rosalind. You don’t stab her seven times in the chest until she stops moving. You just sit there and take it. Every slice, every cut, every horrific word she says. You absorb each and every one.
The only constant throughout is John. The light pressure of his hand holding yours, the gentle cadence of his voice as he reads out stories from the newspaper or tells you about his shift.
It’s on day three you finally ask him the question that’s been burning in your mind.
“How bad is it?”
Pretty fucking bad is what you deduce from the expression on his face. You haven’t looked in the mirror since you were admitted to the hospital, truth be told you’ve been too afraid because the rest of your body, it’s a terrible mess.
“You have to remember that it’s healing.” John tells you as you hold out your hand for his phone. “There’s still stitches and…”
“Just give me the damn thing.” You say impatiently.
You can tell he’s holding his breath when your thumb presses the camera button, you can see it in the way his jaw sets and his gaze focuses on your reaction as you look at yourself for the first time since the attack.
“Shit.” You whisper because Rosalind she did an excellent job of disfiguring you.
The scar she’s left, it winds from the corner of your left eye socket, over your cheek bone and down towards the dimple at the edge of your mouth. Thick black stitches hold your face together, each thread a violent contrast against your skin. That slice, it’s deep, you’re lucky you still have the use of the muscles underneath.
“Ok.” You say quietly, tilting the camera to examine the damage from a different angle as the left side of your mouth tips up. “I can still smile, that’s something right?”
“Yea.” John says because the sight of that smile, it still lights up a room for him even with the disfigurement. “It’s certainly something.”
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If you’re taking requests, can you pls make a john/grace gifset?
Hi!
Sure, but unfortunately I won't be able to get to it until a few weeks down the line (I have a backlog of gifs that I need to finish). Life right now is crazy 😖
The days after Rosalind’s attack are a haze for you, a mixture of pain and morphine induced nightmares including red haired psycho path cutting into your skin. You can still feel your flesh splitting under the blade, hear her voice as she taunts you with that breathy, melodic voice of hers.
“You’ll bleed out before anyone finds us.” She had told you as she had leaned back against the table supporting the phone and ring light, livestreaming your trauma. “And John, he’ll get to experience every moment of it.”
Are you planning to make any gifs of John & Bailey from 7x14 Mad About Murder? One of the things I love about their relationship is their banter and competitiveness.
I was hoping to see some gifs of “Adults don’t trash talk—they sabotage. LAPD Forever!” And “it’s gonna be a long day, honey. I hope you stretched!”
Sounds like I need to catch up and watch that episode pronto! Their banter is always extra cute.
I should make more gifs considering I have all the clips sitting in my hard drive collecting dust. To answer your question, yes. Yes, I will 😊