When coming across an omega!Jack fic on AO3:
Author: *takes breath, cracks knuckles, and prepares to explain sexual worldbuilding, corporate sexual politics, and just lots more sex generally*
Me: OK, so I’m seeing a sixty foot pregnant statue dual-wielding handguns and babies, and standing atop a pile of his dead and dying enemies.
File under ‘stuff that seemed like a great idea to knock into shape at 3am when you’re wide awake with a fever, and which you still post because of course you do.’
Six posts in and we’re already into mpreg giant statues of planetary dictators. At least I’m keeping busy, eh?
