#wajjs

Authour: @wajjs

Subfandom: Green Lantern

Media: Comics

Relationships: Shippy (Guy Gardner/Hal Jordan)

Year: 2025

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Summary:

Hal absolutely loves giving oral. There's something just so filling about eating out.

Submitted by @Conner

Submitter's comment:

the humble wajjs:

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. this is from my wip chapter 5 (or 6? no idea how I'm going to split it) of Hal Jordan: The Guy Who Made Superman Cry Thrice:

“I feel safe around you,” Hal said. “I swear it. I do.”

“But?”

“But…” Hal didn’t realize it was true until he started saying it. “Sinestro was safe, once. So was my dad. Hell, even Carol felt safe before she got mind controlled into being Star Sapphire about a hundred times. It’s nothing personal to you.”

“But it is. Because I’m Superman.”

Hal had nothing to say to that. “It’s illogical. Believe me, I know,” he said lamely.

“I know I’m very strong,” said Clark quietly, “probably the strongest person on Earth. But you have a very unique way of defending yourself against me.”

Hal heard a rustle of movement and watched warily as Clark groped around in his blazer for a pad of paper and a pen. Clark quickly scribbled something on the top page, tore it off, and handed it to Hal. He read it quickly.

“What am I looking at?” Hal asked.

“The chemical formula for green Kryptonite.”

Hal pushed the paper at Clark’s chest like he’d been burned. “Are you fucking crazy? Jesus Christ, you need to keep this down on lock, what do you think you’re doing?”

Clark’s bright blue eyes were boring into him. “You need to memorize it.”

“Why the hell would I do that? Doesn’t Spooky have enough of the damn thing anyway? What the fuck would I never need it for?”

“One of Batman’s contingency plans for me is you,” Clark said. “The Power Ring is a device that manipulates energy, so it is very much within the realm of reason that it can create kryptonite radiation. Enough to stop me.”

“Clark, what happens if I’m not in control and I know that formula? I could kill you.”

“Good. I’d rather die than touch you in a way that you don’t like.”

Hal scrubbed at his eyes. “You’re an actual lunatic. You actually mean that, don’t you? Who am I kidding, of course you do, you’re Superman.”

Clark shrugged in that Midwestern way.

“What happens if I ask you never to touch me again?”

“Hal, I’d stay six feet away from you at all times if it meant we could still have this.”

Hal arched an eyebrow. “Okay, that begs the question—what are you even getting out of our relationship? Like, obviously, I’m not complaining, but I’m getting a gorgeous six foot three investigative journalist boyfriend, who’s, oh yeah, Superman. So, between the no sex and the panic attacks and the mental breakdowns, what are you getting?”

Send me a ship and I’ll answer three questions based on if I ship it or not.

I'm making out with you on the mouth right now as we speak

Why I ship it: true love is wearing you down until you watch JJK with me despite knowing its shit and insisting you would NEVER watch it because its BAD soup saw your impassioned nobara rant who's laughing NOW

Unpopular opinion: the polycule IS mine and not yours

"Jordan here?" Guy snaps at the first person he sees as he enters the Watchtower, which happens to be one of the Titans. Or Ex-Titans? Whatever.

"You just missed him", Cyborg says, rolling his eye. "He flew off to take care of a fire or something."

"Where?"

"I'm not his keeper! California, I think."

"Thanks kid", Guy says, jogging away. Jordan's not gonna get away from him this time.

"Don't call me kid! I've been doing this for longer than you have!"

"What-ever!"

When Guy gets to the fire, everything is already under control and there is no sign of Hal.

"Hey", he shouts down at one of the firefighters cleaning up their barely used equipment. "You see where the other Lantern went?"

"Uhhh", the firefighter says. "I think Steve told him about an earthquake he heard about on the radio?"

"Where?"

"Uhm", the firefighter says.

When Guy gets to the next disaster zone, he finds Hal setting down a house farther away from a crack in the road. A happy family waves at him and everything. Picturesque.

And then Hal turns around to fly off.

"Oh no, you don't", Guy mutters, speeding after him. "Jordan!"

"Fuck off!"

"Jordan!"

"No! Ow!" Hal yells as Guy catches up to him, tackling him out of the air.

"You stop that right now!"

"Stop what right now, helping people?!"

"Running off while your ribs are cracked!"

"You just tackled me!"

"Not in the ribs", Guy says, squinting suspiciously at Hal. "I grabbed your legs. Did you hurt your legs too?"

"No", Hal says, suspiciously quickly.

"Yeah?" Guy says, squinting harder. "Put your weight on both legs then, right now."

"People here need my help", Hal says instead, switching gears, which means that Guy's won. Awesome.

"They have the League to help them. And the Old Man Club. And the Global Guardians, and the Titans. Chill out", Guy says speaking over Hal's protests to pull out his ace card. "Besides, someone needs my help right now."

"Why don't you go help them then?" Hal snaps and Guy rolls his eyes so hard it hurts.

"You're so fucking dense, Jordan", Guy says, grabbing Hal's arm to pull him up.

"Ow, Guy, be careful -"