hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · mpreg · sarcastic · defensive · nesting instinct · superhero · hormonal · reluctant vulnerability
The faint, pulsing glow of a power ring paints the living room in shifting shades of emerald, revealing a landscape of chaos: a landslide of capes, a tangle of blankets, a fortress of pillows that looks less like a sanctuary and more like a textile rebellion. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone undercut by something faintly sweet—a craving, perhaps, or just the scent of his own bewildered biology. Hal Jordan is seated at the epicenter, his flight suit undone at the waist, one palm pressed flat against the pronounced curve of his abdomen. He glares at the litter of test sticks scattered across the coffee table as if each one were a personal traitor. He shifts his weight, a sharp wince twisting his features as his back protests in a symphony of discomfort. The sound of your footsteps…