#meljack

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!!

this is meljack to me.

cw incest, dad/daughter

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.

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?