#meljack

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cw incest, dad/daughter

lazy daddy-daughter day for abbotking 🍓🍓

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Abbot/Mel - the ultimate grumpy/sunshine dynamic.

Plus he’s so protective and she absolutely needs someone to take care of her <3

YES!!!!!!

i want them to have this kinda vibe yknow… abbot just so oblivious to mel’s kinda clunky way of flirting (like he doesn’t act the same way) but he knows that he wants to be close her to her. taking her on cases with him, watching her like a hawk because he wants to know what makes her tick!!

i think mel just has this aura about her that says “i don’t need to be taken care of but i so desperately want it” and abbot answers that call!!!

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cw incest, dad/daughter, all characters = adults

dad!jack who gathers his youngest daughter mel's hair off her face and neck and holds it behind her head so he can smile adoringly at his little girl's face while she sucks him <3 <3

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https://www.tumblr.com/open-stitch/799587614256758784?source=share

this is meljack to me.

cw incest, dad/daughter

correcccttt. i love the idea of Jack letting his sweet girl suck on his fingers while he fucks her. he knows it helps her feel more grounded having something in her mouth since she gets her oral fixation from him, after all. meanwhile jack tries to get any part of his mellie in his mouth that he can <3 <3

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director's cut, abbotking fic

director's cut ask game | abbotking fic

cw incest, dad/daughter

this one was so fun! i'm so glad people liked it as much as I did cuz I really dig Jack/Mel as an autistic/aspec dad/daughter duo.

Like in the canon of The Pitt both Mel and Jack have a tendency to not care about rules in the same way as others and they're both seen feeling othered or misreading social situations. So I really wanted to try and pull those traits into the context of incest since it's also a "rule-breaking" and "othering" taboo.

Another thing I wanted to do was show a very intentional, loving relationship between them. There's so much great content in the incest trope of perversion, guilt/shame, corruption, etc but for these two it felt more natural to explore a different side of the coin. Like almost every area I listed is flipped on its head in this fic: instead of perversion, they feel it's natural; instead of feeling guilt, they approach it shamelessly; instead of corruption, it's mutally agreed on.

I think one of the things that made this work is the HC of Mel having a different relationship to her body and touch than allosexuals. Like in this fic she's not super interested in sex but she still likes making other people feel good, so she's happy to be touched or have sex if her dad wants to but won't seek it out for herself. I also really liked the HC that she also enjoys being touched her anywhere on her body and not just traditionally "sexual" areas because of how her body processes sensory input.

In contrast, Jack is a very physical person in this fic but he doesn't always intend his physical touches to be sexual even if he's touching sexual areas or doing sexual acts. He's almost the opposite of Mel in that way, while also the same? Like he wants to touch Mel all the time (opposite) but the touches are less about sex and more about connecting (same). So I think in this 'verse he's aspec too in the sense that he's a very "fuck your friends" kinda person but he also isn't really having sex for the sex, but more for bonding? He's also a very sensory seeking in this fic where he wants to have as much touch and as many different sensations as possible and as often as he can.

So that all comes together (ehehe) in this 'verse where Jack and Mel regularly bond and connect with each other through physical (and often sexual) touch not in spite of them being father and daughter, but because of it.

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How To Train Your Village Idiot || Jack & Mel

Melaenis would have thought that turning him into a cockroach would have scared Jack away from her for good. It had been an intense reaction--perhaps an overreaction, she would allow--but it should have been sufficient enough for demonstrating not only her power, but the power of her temper. 

Instead, the next day, she heard the tiny zing of rocks against her window. 

She peered outside and saw him--that blasted man-boy--tossing pebbles like this was some kind of movie. She’d ignored him. And he went away. 

Only to show up the next day to do the same.

On the third day, Mel retaliated, transforming the material of her window into transparent rubber, which bounced the pebbles back to him. She got a few hits in before he wised up, then took a day off. When he returned on the fifth day, she made the window into a portal which opened up on a nearby tree. Simple little spell, really, and it surprised him, when the rocks came shooting out from behind, knocking him in the spine. 

The sixth day, Mel opened her window and turned the grass below his feet into quicksand. He’d laughed at that one, though he’d been lucky that as a telekinetic he could pry himself loose or he might have been permanently stuck there when the transfiguration wore off. 

Here she was on the seventh day and she’d just about reached the end of her amusement with him. She figured she’d have to turn him into a rock, but when she shoved open her window to zap him with a curse, he held up a box in one hand and his other in surrender. 

Hey! Hey, easy! I brought cupcakes, see? 

And Mel paused with her hands grasping the window sill. Slowly, her eyebrow arched on her forehead. Her fingers crackled with purple magic.  “You did...what?”