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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome, "interdimensional crisis ( daycare ) center". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

So when the bastard's heart tries to stop the third time, Kon just tightens his TTK around it again and keeps it pumping again, and keeps the ungrateful bastard's lungs working again too. Keeps getting air to his brain and keeps his blood moving, and keeps slowing down what isn't clotting fast enough. He can't stop it, because Tim needs to have actual blood flow and the doctors need to know what the fuck actually needs fixed, but he can definitely minimize the bleeding.

Thirty chest compressions. Two breaths in less than ten seconds. Repeat. Thirty chest compressions. Two breaths in less than ten seconds. Repeat.

It's been hours, and even with what he knows from Guardian and Martha, Kon doesn't know what the fuck to do for these kids and definitely doesn't know who the fuck they even think he is, and he still hasn't made any call-ins to anyone even though he fucking knows he should've, or at least should be, but it doesn't fucking matter.

It doesn't fucking matter, because. Tim doesn't get to fucking leave him like this. Not any fucking version of him, but especially not any fucking version of him that Kon's close enough to see or hear or feel.

Any fucking version of him that Kon's close enough to reach.

Thirty compressions. Two breaths.

Repeat.

There's two Kryptonian kids sleeping like adorable little boulders in his lap that a version of his best friend is trying to die on, and they both clearly recognize—well, his face, if nothing else. Which isn't saying much, but . . .

Well, it's saying fucking something, obviously.

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; "soulmate Timberkon". content notes: implied depression, implied emotional disassociation, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms, the “Schrödinger’s cat-girl” version of minor character death/not-death. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“No,” Endowed replies with a smug, smirking sneer, her lip curling just enough to show her fangs. “I am beautiful and terrible and powerful, and my glory will outlive this prison as it rots from age and neglect. One day I will have everything I desire, and none of these tiny, insignificant little mortals will be remembered as anything but dust and bone. I will not even bother to recall that they existed, much less their faces or names.”

“That’s a different kind of ‘concerning’, to be clear, but definitely still counts,” Bernard says a lot more faintly.

“You smell of blood,” Endowed says.

“What?” Bernard says.

“You,” Endowed clarifies, pointing a claw at him. “You smell of blood and pain and grief, as you always do. You have never smelled of anything else in my glorious presence.”

“I have literally no idea what you’re talking about,” Bernard lies. Nobody told him she could smell blood. Or, like—pain, however that’s supposed to fucking smell? Which okay, admittedly the feline motif might imply something in terms of enhanced senses but literally no one has ever concentrated on the feline motif when they were explaining her powers to him!

“There is nothing to be concerned by in my case,” Endowed says. “But you come here every month, and your scent is always the same.”

“I—okay?” Bernard says, because yeah, he knows why he smells like blood, but he is absolutely and entirely lost on what she means by that.

Endowed looks at him for a moment, tilting her head to the side again.

“I like myself the way I am,” she says, and sounds just like Nina again. “And so I will remain Mighty Endowed, as is my right and my desire, and I shall be every glorious thing that pleases me to be.”

That didn't sound like Nina at all.

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; "Not-Kon/Not-Match". content notes: nonconsensual cloning. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

". . . oh, I suppose you do look a bit like Kon, don't you," Raven observes, tilting her head to one side as she looks Nolan up and down. "I'm Raven. She/her."

Cassie blinks, a little confused. Like, she's not offended or anything, but since when does Raven introduce herself with pronouns? Is that a thing she's doing now?

". . . uh, Nolan," Nolan says, frowning faintly. "Like Cassie said. And . . . he/him, I guess? Probably he/him. Statistically he/him."

"Statistics mean nothing to the individual," Raven says, her tone meaningfully neutral. Cassie . . . blinks.

". . . . . . . . . they/them," Nolan says after a very long pause, still just barely frowning.

Okay, well. That explains that, Cassie guesses.

"Okay then, uh, hey there," Gar says. "I'm Gar, he/him, and also is that vegetarian because it looks freaking delicious."

"No, sorry, we didn't plan for anyone else," Cassie says.

"Aw, boo," Gar says, looking disappointed.

"There's more noodles in the fridge, I can make a vegetarian batch if you're hungry," Nolan says with a little shrug. "I could use the practice anyway."

". . . would you?" Gar asks hopefully.

"Yeah, sure," Nolan replies with another shrug, pushing his—their—stool back to get back to their feet.

"Before you start worrying about it: yes, you do have a soul," Raven informs them, and Nolan pauses in the middle of getting up. "It's actually a particularly adorable one. Like a puppy or a mantis shrimp."

". . . kinda already extrapolated that, to be honest, but thanks for telling me," Nolan says after a moment as they finish straightening up and the stool slides back in against the counter without them touching it. Cassie actually doesn't know if they did that or Raven did. "Well, didn't actually extrapolate the 'adorable mantis shrimp' part but you know what I mean. You want noodles too?"

"Yes, please," Raven says, looking mildly pleased to be asked.

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; “obligatory sugar baby Kon”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Oh, I found like ten of them on one of their old film sets in Vancouver!” Suzie replies brightly. "They were all dusty and buried in the back of a warehouse so I figured it was okay to take one."

“Killer!” Kon says delightedly, flipping over the DVD to read the back of the case with no apparent concern about how definitely illegal that is, either as theft or, technically, piracy. Well, depending on the exact jurisdiction, it might've just been a misdemeanor, Tim guesses. He's not actually sure; he could admittedly brush up on his Canadian piracy laws.

Though following that logic, depending on the jurisdiction, it might've been a felony, so . . .

“We said it was good sarcastically, Suzie,” Cissie groans, half-covering her face with a hand. “Specifically I said ‘I’d say it was so bad it’s good but it was worse."  

“Not bad, right!” Suzie agrees cheerfully, her smile brightening. Cissie covers her face with both hands and buries another groan in them. 

Well, at least this has them covered on "what to watch for movie night", Tim supposes, much as they might all end up regretting it in the end.

Tim at least is absolutely going to end up regretting this entire weekend already, so at least watching the allegedly horrible cash-grab made-for-TV remake of the original Wendy movie can’t make it any worse. 

. . . probably. Probably can’t make it any worse. 

He actually didn’t even know that thing had gotten a DVD release, with how bad the fanbase had hated it. Even the casual fans had hated it. Even people who’d never watched the original movie had hated it. There’d been a literal petition to try to get the creator to officially declare it “not canon”, for crying out loud. 

A petition with a lot of signatures on it, for the record.

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; “a fake cryptid and a real romantic”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Sorry, that’s kinda lame, huh,” Superboy says, looking briefly embarrassed and then grinning sheepishly at him. “You probably see it every month.” 

Tim . . . isn’t really sure what to say to that, honestly. At least, not sure what to say with Robin’s voice. 

“. . . full,” he agrees carefully. “Cold Moonnnnn.”

“Oh, I guess it’s kinda chilly ou–oh wait is that, like, a magic thing?” Superboy realizes, leaning down to peer curiously at him. “Like does it mean something?” 

“Long Niiiiight Moonnnnn,” Tim says. “Solsticcccce.” 

“Oh, cool!” Superboy says, looking almost little-kid excited over even the most basic information, like . . . 

Like a little kid, or just someone who’s never seen a real full moon before. 

There’s probably a lot of things Superboy’s never seen in real life before, Tim realizes. Even after six months–after only six months . . . 

Superboy still hasn’t even lived through a whole year of life. He hasn’t seen a full winter; hasn’t seen any spring. He not only hasn’t had a birthday before, he hasn’t had a Christmas or a Valentine’s Day or even a friggin’ Groundhog Day. Tim doesn’t even know if he’s seen snow yet–has it snowed in Metropolis yet this year? Was Superboy even in town if and when it did? 

So like . . . okay, Tim thinks, watching Superboy sneak a glance back up at the moon and immediately get transfixed by the sight of it again. Maybe finding actual physical things to give Superboy isn’t totally necessary. Like–not ‘til he knows him a little better and has a little more time to research and brainstorm good options. 

But maybe showing him new things is at least, like . . . a start, if nothing else. 

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; "feral Kon and liger pups". content notes: feral behavior, nonconsensual drug use, unknowingly enslaving a sapient person. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

So Kato just ignores Father's pulling and burrows down into Father's stomach, because obviously he was gonna do that. Father wheezes.

Very silly.

"Kato!" Panthera calls, taking a step back and clapping her hands together. "Here, boy!"

Kato immediately goes limp on top of Father with an unhappy whine, flattening out on top of him like a blanket. He never likes to get up off Father, so she doesn't worry about him being bad. Kato's never bad; just sometimes he sulks a little. And also Father spoils him, Mother says, so Kato doesn't ever really think he has to get up off Father. And well, Father does spoil him, which Panthera thinks is okay. But also Kato is really super cute when he wants to cuddle, so Panthera understands.

They kind of do have to let Father up, though. Probably.

. . . well, Mother could just be in charge, really. But also Father's wheezing even worse now, so probably they should still let him up.

"Kato!" Panthera repeats firmly, clapping her hands again and then pointing down at the ground in front of herself. "Here, boy!"

Kato gives her a sulky, pouty look, then rolls over and kneads at Father's stomach as he curls up on top of him again. So he's very sulky about getting up off Father today.

Well, he usually is. And he hadn't seen Father at all yet today, either. So it's fine, Panthera decides.

"Oof," Father groans. "Kato, boy, please. I can't actually leave Tawna to run the whole kingdom without so much as a by your leave. She'll throw me to the reef. She'll throw me to the bats."

Kato just makes another grumbly noise and starts chewing on one of Father's spaulders. He only dents it a little. And this time he's not chewing on Father's crown, so he's being so good!

Panthera knew he'd be so good.

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; "draft stud”. content notes: omegaverse, family-planning via attempting to recruit a crime lord who is legally your dead-brother-by-adoption to knock up your best (boy)friend, and Tim’s total lack of respect for both personal boundaries and Jason’s impending migraine, which lbr, at this point probably deserves its own character tag. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Well, Jason's not gonna lie, that really is a particular appeal of this situation. As is just fucking Superboy in general, frankly, because fucking obviously.

Meaning, fucking an invulnerable and insatiable touch-based telekinetic omega built like sexy industrial farm equipment with a very public history of ‘please let me prove I’m good enough’ issues that looks like goddamn Superboy looks, and having said invulnerable and insatiable touch-based telekinetic omega built like sexy industrial farm equipment with a very public history of ‘please let me prove I’m good enough’ issues that looks like goddamn Superboy looks be fucking grateful to him for taking the time to spend an entire goddamn heat fucking him raw and fucking his cunt of steel full of as many creampies as it takes to put a pup—or a litter—in said grateful invulnerable and insatiable touch-based telekinetic omega built like sexy industrial farm equipment with a very public history of ‘please let me prove I’m good enough’ issues that looks like goddamn Superboy looks.

Jeeeeeeeeeesus, Jason thinks again, and drains the last of his coffee in one long swallow before smacking the takeout cup back down on his desk and leaning forward to eye Tim through both of their masks.

"You are a fucking insane person," he informs him flatly. "You are off your goddamn rock. You are off your goddamn knot."

"I think Superboy would cry if I knotted him in heat but didn't actually come in him, so yes, technically," Tim agrees. "Again, though: my omega is a size queen, and you have seven inches and sixty-five pounds on me."

"Seventy," Jason reminds him even more dryly, still eyeing the little creep. This is such goddamn bullshit. Fucking Christ, why is his dick fucking like this?

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WIP excerpt for ActualGnome; “Cassie gets cursed and Kon gets k'ed”. content notes: magical sex swap, cisswap. not degradation kink but Kon is definitely wishing Cassie would hit him with a little more dirty talk and DEFINITELY wants pushed around. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

"Cassie," he moans eagerly, grinding his ass back harder against her cock—grinding his ass back eagerly too—and feels a dizzy rush over the slick hot friction and a heady rush over the way she groans and grinds her cock back against his ass all stuttery and jerky and gasping. "Cassie, Cassie—!"

"Gods, shut up," Cassie groans again, her hips rutting down once and twice and—

She real obviously forces herself to stop grinding on him, and Kon whines about it.

"Cassiiiiieeeee," he protests pleadingly, trying to grind back against her again, and she pins him down hard to stop him, and actually—well, stops him. "AH!"

"Oh, oh, oh," Cassie groans roughly with another jerky stutter of her hips, even after stopping him, and Kon fists his hands in the sheets tight. Fists his hands in his sheets, because Cassie wanted them to fuck in his room this time.

Fuuuuuck.

"Cassie," he pleads again, still trying to grind back against her, and she drops her head and curses against his shoulder, and that fast he wants her to come again—come right now, come on him, come because she wants him so bad she just can't help it—

Fuck. Fuck.

"Cassie," he repeats urgently, and then just can't shut himself up at all. "Cassie, Cassie, c'mon c'mon c'mon, babe, how's my ass feel, you like it? S'good, right? How good you think it's gonna feel when you're in it?"

"Shut up, shutupshutupshutUP—" Cassie moans into the back of his shoulder, grinding down jerky and erratic and hard against him and weighing him down against the bed, and he really, really fucking can't.