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bluejaysandblackbats · 4 months ago

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It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Ten: Ill

After the fight, Bart’s fever spiked, and he tried to say goodnight to rush to the parking garage. Grant and Grant’s friend Tommy and Tommy’s friend Dinah and Tommy’s father, Ted… They all wanted to talk. His line of vision thinned out and his stomach dropped as he continued to nod and smile. He couldn’t muster the energy to speak. “Oh man, I forgot… Bart’s got work tomorrow. We gotta go,” Grant stated. Bart nodded, smiling at everyone, mouthing goodnight but not managing a sound.

They nearly made it to the garage when Bart got tunnel vision, and his ears started ringing. He grabbed Grant’s arm in a last-ditch effort to keep his balance, but his eyes rolled back, his knees buckled, and if it hadn’t been for Grant’s quick thinking, he would’ve landed on his face.

Bart woke up in the hospital, groggy and speechless as he reached for his IV. Grant stopped him. “Hey, buddy… Let’s not do that. We’re in the emergency room. You took a little spill, and they want you to stay until your temperature—.”

“No… I have to go home. They’re gonna call my grandparents,” Bart mumbled, “I don’t want my—.”

Grant shook his head. Bart sank into the bed, too weak to move. “Bart, they called your grandpa a couple of minutes ago. Bart, why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I would’ve understood,” Grant frowned. Bart shut his eyes.

“I have to call my grandpa… I have to—. I don’t want him to come here,” Bart mumbled as he opened his eyes and reached into his pocket to grab his phone.

He called Barry because he was scared to call Iris. “Bart! Hey, are you okay? We just got a call saying you passed out,” Barry panted over the phone.

“Grandpa, you don’t have to come out this way. I’ll be out of the hospital before you get here—.”

“Bart, what happened?” Barry asked.

Bart didn’t want Iris to come to the hospital. It would’ve reminded him of the observatory. It would’ve made everything worse. “Grandpa, I can hear you moving around. Just stop for a minute,” Bart pleaded in Interlac. He rarely used it with Barry because the language sounded strange on Barry’s tongue. With Iris, he dropped the veil and spoke in mostly Interlac. It rolled off their tongues naturally, leaving Bart the space to say everything he wanted as fast as it came to him.

“What’s wrong?” Barry asked.

“Nothing… I’m sick and bit off a little more than I could chew today. I’m fine. I’ll stay home for a few days after I sign myself out—.”

“Bart, if you don’t want us to come down there, you’ve gotta promise to stay until they discharge you,” Barry whispered. Bart shut his eyes.

“Fine… And Grandpa, can I ask you a quick question?” Bart asked. He softened, hoping Barry could answer something for him.

“Ask away,” Barry whispered.

“When you found out Grandma and I were alive—. Grandpa, did Grandma ever tell you what happened to her when she wasn’t with me?” Bart questioned. He felt a sick pit in his stomach as the words left his mouth.

“Not much. She said she did what she had to to get you out of there. I don’t think she wants us to know… I try to respect that,” Barry answered. Bart sighed. “I know… Get some rest. Keep us posted. I love you, Pup.”

“Love you too, Grandpa. And goodnight just in case I fall asleep and forget to text you later,” Bart whispered. They hung up, and Bart pressed his palms against his eyelids.

“You okay, Bart?” Grant asked. Bart nodded.

“Did it look bad?” Bart asked.

“Your nose started bleeding and you threw up in the ambulance. It looked like coffee grounds—.”

“Shit. Don’t worry. I’m taking something for that… Thanks for staying with me,” Bart smiled, “But I’ll be okay if you have to leave. I’ll call Cissie and tell her after—.”

“Bart, is something going on that you don’t want me to know about?” Grant asked. Bart shook his head.

“I just don’t like people to make a fuss over my health. I’m gonna be fine. I promised my grandparents that I’ll stay until the hospital discharges me, so you don’t have to worry about—.”

“I don’t have anywhere to be… And I’m not making a fuss. I’m hanging out with a friend. You know… That’s the first time I’ve heard you speak anything other than English,” Grant noted.

“I feel like I’m never saying the right thing in English. I’ve never been one for nuance,” Bart half-joked.

“I think you’ve gotten the hang of it. There’s a lot of distance between what you’re saying and what you’re thinking now. I know that for sure… Listen, I know you didn’t have it easy. You bounced around a lot, too… And I know we don’t have the same experiences, but I can’t help but feel like you’re trying to mask something. Some kind of—. I don’t know. You’re masking some sort of trauma,” Grant observed. It made Bart feel exposed and naked.

“Grant, you’re getting dangerously close to something that’s none of your—.”

“Bart, I’m not trying to hurt you… I think you’re hurting yourself. I want you to know there are places for you to talk to people about what’s going on that aren’t like—. Places that aren’t traditional talk therapy. Your stress is killing you. I’ve never known you to be sick before, and you can’t honestly tell me you came down with—.”

“Grant, stop. Stop, okay?” Bart interrupted as he tried to close his eyes and go to sleep.

“Okay. I’ll be here when you wake up,” Grant replied.

Bart’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he shifted uncomfortably as he reached in his pocket for it. His headache subsided. He answered his phone without looking. “Cissie called and said they kept you overnight at the hospital. She told your job you wouldn’t be in for a few days, and I’m on my way to the—.”

“Tim?” Bart questioned, still confused.

“Cissie asked me to come early to make sure you don’t land yourself in the hospital again. Besides, we can listen to Creachur King and Late Night Licks when they drop,” Tim replied.

“Late Night Licks is back?” Bart asked.

“Who listens to Late Night Licks?” Grant asked, half-asleep with his eyes shut. He lay over Bart’s lap.

“My friend, Tim. If you’re in town, you can listen to the new episode with us. I’ve been meaning to introduce you two to each other. Tim, would you mind if Grant listened with us?” Bart asked.

“I wouldn’t mind. Cissie told me Grant wanted to stay a night or two. I heard they’re having a celebrity do a voiceover for the premier’s story of the week along with an interview,” Tim replied, “I gotta get back on the road, but I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Alright… I’m gonna get some more sleep. Wake me up when you get here,” Bart whispered before hanging up. He fell asleep with his phone on his chest, and Grant sat up.

Grant, Tim, and Bart squeezed together in the queen-sized bottom bunk, listening to Late Night Licks through their headphones using a splitter. Bart started to nod off before sirens startled him awake. He ripped his headphones out and gave Tim the laptop before climbing over Grant to go to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later to grab a bag of gummies from his drawer, and he ate three. “What’s that?” Grant asked.

“You don’t want one,” Tim answered without looking. Grant’s eyes widened. “Yeah.”

Bart nodded. “He’s right,” Bart replied as he put his headphones on to finish the episode. A few minutes before it ended, Bart let his head tilt back, feeling heavy and weightless at the same time. He shut his eyes, gently clearing his throat. He opened his eyes, turning toward the door. “Bart?” Grant whispered. Bart climbed over Grant. “Where are you headed?”

“The shower,” Bart mumbled as he took his phone with him.

Bart soaked in the tub, shutting his eyes as he scrubbed his skin. He leaned back into the water, letting it cover his face, and he ran a hand through his hair. The sponge in his hand lightly brushed his forehead, and he groaned. He took the sponge and ran it down the underside of his left arm. He couldn’t hold onto a single thought as it came to him, so he honed in on the sensations that felt the best. He ran the sponge down the center of his chest, past his waistline, and he shut his eyes, absentmindedly touching and squeezing. Sweat dripped down his temple as he took his other hand, cupping the underside of his balls as they twitched in his palm. He groaned long, low, and drawn out from the back of his throat as he came into the tub. He let the water drain and stood still, watching until it was gone before turning the shower on.

He got out once he started shivering, and he dressed before calling Conner. “Bart, hey. How are you?” Conner asked. “Do you feel a little better?”

“I love you,” Bart whispered, still half out of it. “I’m okay. I’m a little high right now, but I—. I—. Playing with your hair and—. The little bit of hair above your waistline—. What’s that called?”

Conner laughed over the phone. “ A snail trail? ” Conner asked.

“Mhm… I like that. And I like the way you sound when you wake up and—. Conner, I like you. Everything about you. You’re perfect to me,” Bart whispered. Conner made a noise over the phone.

“I like you and love you too, Bart… Try to get some rest tonight—.”

“I want to hear about your day,” Bart interrupted as he draped himself across the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket. “I want to hear your voice.”

“Okay… Well, this morning I had french toast and bacon in the cafeteria. Then, I walked to class and Cassie took me to her gym. I like her gym better than mine because the girls there like to recommend songs to each other, and a couple of them brought their boyfriends who were super cool… And Clark invited us out for milkshakes at this new place. Lois ordered for everyone, and I had a strawberry milkshake with collagen in it. That was pretty cool,” Conner took a deep breath, “And I’m on lunch right now at work… But I get off at three in the morning. If you get up late tonight, you can text me. I’ll probably be up.”

“Sounds good… Thank you for talking to me about your day. You don’t know how much it helps,” Bart whispered.

“Of course. Thank you for asking about my day. If we don’t talk tonight, I want to talk to you about your day tomorrow,” Conner whispered.

“Okay… Talk to you soon,” Bart mumbled.

“Okay. Bye, baby,” Conner replied before hanging up. Cissie came in the front door and frowned.

“Bart, why is your hair wet?” Cissie asked. She grabbed a towel from her room and dried him off. “Tim and Grant were supposed to be—.” Cissie sighed, and Bart looked up with a big smile on his face. “What?”

“Give me a hug. I missed you,” Bart whispered. Cissie softened, sat down, and wrapped her arms around him. “I had a good day…”

“Did you smoke today?” Cissie asked. Bart shook his head.

“Gummies,” Bart replied. Cissie chuckled.

“Oh, nice… I had a good day, too,” Cissie replied. Bart lit up.

“Tell me all about it,” Bart requested with gentle enthusiasm.

Cissie sank into the couch beside Bart, relaxing her shoulders, and she glanced at him. “Oh, I crushed it in class today. We had a comprehension check this morning, and I was so ready for it. Then, I—. Oh, I got you something,” Cissie answered as she reached into her pocket and gave Bart a little bottle of juice. “I got it at the juice bar down the street. It’s a wellness shot. I got it for like seventy percent off because they were about to close… And they were gonna toss it.”

Bart opened the bottle and downed it without a word, and he turned to her with a sour expression. “I see why it’s a shot… Thanks, Cissie. Did you get something for yourself?” Bart questioned with his eyes closed. He lay over her lap, reached for the remote, and turned the TV on without looking.

Cissie took the remote and turned the news on. “I did. I got myself a celery juice—.” Bart heard someone on the TV speaking his language, and he sat up. “Oh god, Bart. Isn’t that awful? They say he was in there a while before they found him,” Cissie replied. Bart kissed her temple and returned to his room, leaving Cissie perplexed.

When Bart was well enough, he started spending all his free time at the park on jogs. Three days. Watching and waiting. He marked the time on his skin with lipstick. Easy to wash off. The times varied. So, his afternoon jogs proved to be equally fruitful. Dr. Eric Donnovan. From the park, Bart found his car. From the car, Bart found his opening. Eric Donnovan always parked in a secluded area. It was usually within a two-block radius of the park and hidden well enough that Bart could be alone for as long as he needed.

Bart read more about him in some of the other files when he could stomach looking at them. He couldn’t bear to read Thad’s, so he read the others. Dr. Eric Donnovan botched more medical procedures than he successfully completed, which led Bart to believe he was harming children on purpose. The desire to kill him led Bart down a rabbit hole of vengeful gestures. He wanted to kill Donnovan so much that it made him sick inside. It twisted his stomach into knots and he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, thinking of all the ways he could harm him. He couldn’t do it within the first two weeks, but he knew the third week… The third week, when he went to visit Conner, he’d have the opportunity to do it. He couldn’t visit Conner the first week because he was still too tired to drive, so Conner visited the following week.

Conner kissed Bart’s neck, reaching up Bart’s shirt. “I missed you last week. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Conner whispered between kisses. Bart seemed limp and uninvolved. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Bart whispered. Conner stopped and sat beside Bart, waiting patiently for an explanation or a description of Bart’s feelings.

“Are you okay?” Conner asked.

“I think I’m distracted… I can’t get my head right,” Bart mumbled, “I’m sorry.” Conner smiled.

“Don’t feel bad… We could actually watch the movie we put on,” Conner offered. Bart looked at Conner’s sad eyes and something in him cracked. He couldn’t tell Conner everything, but he figured it wouldn’t kill him to tell Conner a little bit.

Bart leaned over and grabbed his file from the drawer. “Conner, I want to—. You have to promise not to tell anyone if I show you this,” Bart whispered.

“I promise,” Conner answered.

Bart opened the file and took out a set of pictures. “Remember how I said these were my medical records? I wasn’t lying, but—. This was—. Look,” Bart stammered. He showed Conner a picture of a doctor forcing a mask over his mouth and nose while nurses held him down. He was careful to show the pictures that didn’t clearly show the doctors’ faces. Conner looked despite everything in his body screaming for him to look away. He swallowed hard as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Some of the procedures were normal but most of them were experiments to see how much I could take mentally. My pain tolerance. How long I could go without sleep. It was—. Effectively it was torture. I never hugged anyone. I never held hands. Behind glass... I never knew what my grandma smelled like.”

“Bart,” Conner whispered, “This is what you—. No one would ever know you came from this.”

“That’s why I’m not always responsive. I’m—. I know it’s not normal now, but I—. Moving here, I didn’t know how anything worked. I didn’t know—. It’s so hard to reach out sometimes because I feel like it’s easier not to show anything, but—. I want you to know me.

“I want you to understand that even if it isn’t comparable to anyone else’s emotions, I love you more than I’ve loved anyone. I want you, and I need you. I want you to need me, too. This isn’t to make you pity me. This is so you know, I came from a place where I wasn’t allowed to experience love in its purest form, and I love you despite everything I was taught. I was taught not to love or connect, and I love you now,” Bart explained. Conner kissed Bart’s cheek.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. Thank you for trusting me… I—. Bart, I’m sorry for crying at this,” Conner smiled. Bart put his file away, turned to him, and wiped Conner’s cheeks.

“Thank you for all the love you’ve shown me… And thank you for showing me what patience and humanity look like,” Bart answered. They kissed. His lips kept finding Conner’s, never truly finding air until Conner pulled away.

“Do you want to watch a stupid movie?” Conner asked.

“Let’s squeeze into Cissie’s bed and force her to watch something dumb,” Bart smiled.

Conner paused, looking deep into Bart, and Bart froze, wondering if Conner found something he didn’t like. But Conner smiled, gently kissing his forehead. “You’re safe now,” Conner reassured. The word safe echoed in Bart’s head, and he smiled, trying to shake it off. “No one’s going to hurt you anymore—.”

Hurt. Conner acknowledged the part that no one else seemed to. The hurt. It wasn’t the lack of safety. It was the fact that people hurt him and his parents and his aunt and uncle. It all hurt, and Conner understood that. Bart lay down, pulling Conner down beside him. Killing for Bart was his only way of returning that hurt to the senders. He hid his face in Conner’s shirt. “I changed my mind. Let’s stay here,” Bart mumbled. Conner nodded as he held Bart close.

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ao3feed-birdflash · 10 months ago

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#IFTTT #fanfic #dick grayson #wally west #dickwally #birdflash

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megamindsupremacy · 3 years ago

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Billy Batson fic recs

A birthday is just another day by Wolfsbanesparks

Billy had never been in the habit of celebrating his birthdays. He didn’t need the attention or the unnecessary fuss people made of the occasion. In fact when he bothered to remember the date at all it tended to make him more depressed than anything. Like right now for instance, where he felt more like curling up in a ball and blocking out the rest of the world for a while instead of facing his teammates.

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No one is going to believe you by Oka_hills1232

Captain Marvel enjoys pulling a very specific prank on unsuspecting members of the Justice League once a year, every year.

Cyborg had known Captain Marvel for a few months, and for the most part, he’d really liked the guy. Up until a few hours ago he’d have said the big red cheese was the nicest, most genuine person you’d ever meet--now though, now he’d come to the inevitable conclusion that Marvel was a conniving, devious little gremlin. A sneaky, underhanded trickster. Truely, he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. An evil genius hiding in plain sight.

This revelation was set in motion a few years before Victor had joined the league…

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A firm place to stand by cdelphiki

Clark hasn't known Billy Batson for long, but he does know that Billy is a ten-year-old homeless child, who somehow has been burdened with the powers of the gods. There are so many things wrong with that, but not much Clark could do about it. Except offer Billy a safe place to live and the guidance of an adult who understands. For some reason, Billy says no thanks. Who knew it would be so difficult to convince a kid to stop living on the streets?

or: the Clark adopts Billy au I've wanted to write for years.

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Baby blues by wolfbanesparks

Harley had never been to Fawcett City in her life, but she had heard that it was basically as different from Gotham as a city could possibly be. Bright. Cheery. Happy. Friendly. Safe.

It was a place where, with any luck, she could ride out her pregnancy in secret and find a proper home for the kid afterwards.

Meeting the resident superhero and befriending the sweet kid from across the hall just made things more interesting.

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Waffles and bullshit by luminous_lily12

In the aftermath of an alien invasion, Billy calls bullshit when the Justice League rocks up to a diner for dinner in civies.

Honestly. It's just a dumb decision.

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The world won’t wait until you’re older by Kathkin

Shazam didn’t understand how taxes worked. He always seemed kind of lost when they talked politics. Wally often had the sense that he was nodding along with things he didn’t really understand. He knew what vaping was. Inexplicably he knew what TikTok was. Weird guy.

The Justice League try to adjust to their newest member. They know he's hiding something from them, but in their line of work everyone has secrets. Shazam's no different. Is he?

Or, the Justice League accidentally inducts a child and then deals with the fall-out.

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The many ages of captain marvel by roses_bloom_in_greenland

How old is Captain Marvel? That's a good question and one that the whole League has.

Bored to death during an uneventful monitor duty, Hal takes it upon himself to get answers--meaning that he straight up asked Captain Marvel.

What shocks him is not the answer, but the fact that there are multiple.

Meanwhile, Billy Batson is just trying to get enough food to survive the winter--and if he has to fuck with the other Leaguers to do it, he will.

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5 times the justice league met members of the shazamily (and the one time they realized why they hadn’t been introduced) by amanita_cynth

"It all started for Barry when he was overtaken by something bright purple and cackling."

Exactly what it says on the tin- the Justice League realising that there are more magical superheroes out there through a series of bizarre encounters while Captain Marvel avoids answering their questions.

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For ever is a long time by NaTeO11

There are many people that are immortal.

Billy and Damian are immortal.

And children.

And Damian got a bit enough of Klarion's meddling between them. Having spent 100 years together, he might as well as make a move since the last living brother still stands.

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The power of the gods by magical_devil_alex

Everyone knew Captain Marvel had the powers of gods, but never in the Justice League's life did they ever think they would come face to face with them.

Or, 6 times the Justice League realized how damn powerful Captain Marvel is, and the one time they found out Billy Batson was even stronger.

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Immortality is wasted on the young by moralluambiguous

Billy Batson is ten, and next year he's going to be in the sixth grade; Billy Batson's been 10 for a long time, and he's never going to be in the sixth grade

EDIT: ROUND TWO ADDITIONS

Billy batson and the orphan leaguers Christmas party by wanderbird

All in all, by the time the first snows hit, Billy was about as prepared for winter as he thought he could be. Then Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter invited him to the first party he'd been to in years, overturning all of Billy's holiday plans.

Not that Billy minded. His holidays sucked.

Statute of limitations by oka_hills1232

Captain Marvel has been in the game for a decade now. He's very likeable, everyone agrees on this, but that's about the only thing anyone can say about him. For however friendly he seems, he's never really talked about his life outside of the cape. That is, until today. The Justice League has just learned something rather alarming about their enigmatic colleague Captain Marvel. They really need to talk to him about it, the problem is, he's very hard to get ahold of… Billy's just here to enjoy himself and revel in the big reveal, after all, it's not like anyone can stop him now.

A reason to fight by magical_devil_alex

Billy Batson's last memories consisted of staring into Superman's eyes as his former mentor burned a hole into his skull. After that, there was nothing but horrible darkness and a voice calling out to him, one that continued to get stronger and stronger. Without any warning, he's reborn, awaking in the Rock of Eternity to find out that he never actually died, and the Regime has fallen.

He should be happy knowing that the Insurgency won, that Superman was getting the justice he deserved… but he couldn't be. Something in Billy Batson died, and even now with the help of Shazam, it was never coming back.

In a world trying to get back onto its feet, how could he be apart of it, especially knowing he was part of the reason it fell in the first place?

AKA, I'm salty that Shazam died in Injustice and this is my way of giving the middle finger.

Play pretend by electricdazeworld

Basically stuff happens and Billy gets de-transformed, leading the league to think he got de-aged.

Billy ends up just rolling with this and tries to find a way to not be busted for actually being a kid

The heart of eternity by kathkin

"What’d you want, mister?”

“I want your life.” There’s a smooth sound of steel on leather as he draws his sword, and Freddy’s throat goes tight. The metal has a sheen to it, like an oil slick. Looking at it turns his stomach in a way he’s never experienced before – not when he’s powered up. There’s a wrongness about it so intense that it takes him half a second to process what the guy had said.

“What?” he says.

“I come to this realm seeking to face the champion in combat. You will fight me, champion – to the death.”

“Yeah, I’m,” Billy says, “not gonna do that.”

When you're the champion, it feels like nothing can hurt you; it feels like you can fly forever. A visitor from another world. A normal night gone off the rails. An adventure turned into a nightmare.

I am not a prince by oka_hilld1232

Teth hasn't claimed to be a good person in a long time, but there are certain lines he's not willing to cross--even on his crusade against the Old Wizard--and now he has discovered his mortal enemies greatest secret. The only question now, is what is he going to do about it? Fawcett City is closing ranks, Khandaq is up in arms, the media are losing their minds, the gods themselves are restless, and Captain Marvel isn't saying anything. The Justice League is growing increasingly concerned by their enigmatic friend Captain Marvel and the apparent custody battle he is now embroiled in with his nemisis. Superman and Batman take it upon themselves to investigate, and help if they can. Superman because he's always had a soft spot for the Champion of Magic, and Batman because there has never been a case involving a kid that he hasn't taken very personally. Billy Batson has been independent for years now, and he's not about to let anyone tell him what to do.

(obligatory self rec)

Aging

Billy has had a long, long time to come to terms with the realization that he may be aging up, but he will never age out being a hero. It takes him a few decades to figure himself out, nonetheless.

#mads posts #dc fic recs #billy batson #billy batson fic rec #pls tell me if I messed up any formatting or links #not sure if I should leave this as is or if I should add a read more #tell me if I should add a read more #fic recs #fic rec list #dc fic rec list

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 2

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language and Angst!

Author's Note: It's amazing how much one can write when they've got a story to tell, eh? Enjoy! -Thorne

Set Three Years After PT. 1:

Life for her revolved around work in the A.M. and community college in the P.M. If she wasn’t brewing cappuccinos and baking apple turnovers, she was writing research papers and taking physics exams. It was hectic and it was hard, much harder than anything she’d done, but it was her life, and she was going to make the best of it. The money she’d taken from her savings account had only lasted her long enough to get a decent one bedroom one bathroom apartment in a small complex and the rest went towards tuition. The coffee shop two blocks from her building had fortunately been looking for a new hire when she arrived, and she took the chance where it was, not going to look the gift horse in its mouth.

The life she lived now was a complete 180 from her old one. Back then, she didn’t have to work (though she did at a high-end department store in the mall—her father got her the job but at least she had one) and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t get with a swipe of a credit card. Now she was on a budget that consisted of five and ten tips and the last time she actually bought a new pair of shoes over a hundred dollars had been last year when she needed them for an interview, and even then, it cost her a limb.

Everything was so different, but she didn’t want to go back, preferring to be on her own and away from Gotham. From the newspapers and media, her family had convinced the world that she’d taken a few years to go overseas and spend time in Europe. A mental reprieve, they’d called it. Partially true if she was honest, but she wasn’t going to open her mouth about it lest they learned where she was. She didn’t go through all that trouble to be found within three years.

“Melisandre.”

Maybe I should move again?

“Melisandre?”

Moving would take a long time but it would be effective.

“Melisandre!”

Someone grabbed her arm over the counter, and she jerked with a start, eyes widening as she finally realized someone was standing in front of her.

“Barry?” she asked, and he smiled.

“Finally,” he snorted. “I’ve been calling your name for like ten minutes now.”

She felt a flush creep along her cheeks, and she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Usual?” she murmured, marking a disposable coffee cup with a marker.

Barry nodded with understanding and handed her a credit card. “I hear you. How’s studying going for that physics exam?” His blue eyes darted to the science book she had sprawled over the counter.

“It’s going,” she muttered and turned, starting to mix together his latte. “I still can’t get the thermodynamic laws down. They’re a bit confusing.”

“Yeah, it’ll take a while. You know if you need my help, all you gotta do is ask, right?”

Shrugging, she glanced at him as she poured. “You’re a busy man, Barry. I can’t have you trying to help me while trying to solve cases too.”

Barry chuckled and accepted the freshly poured latte. “I’m an excellent multitasker, Melisandre. Besides, you don’t have to worry about it messing with my work.” She opened her mouth to retort but he cut her off. “Seriously, shoot me an email about whatever questions you’ve got, and I’ll take a look at ‘em, okay?”

Her eyes narrowed warily, and she inquired, “You’re sure it won’t interfere? I’d hate for you to get in trouble for working on non-work-related things.”

“I promise, Melisandre,” he smiled and accepted a bag of apple turnovers too. He couldn’t help but pull one out and bite into it, letting out a delighted noise. “God, what do you put in these things? They’re phenomenal.”

She giggled and winked as he handed her a twenty. “A baker never reveals her secret, but if you really want to know, I use a little vanilla extract.”

Barry shook his head with a chuckle and started making his way to the door. “See you later, Melisandre!”

Waving at him, she called, “Bye Barry! Take care!”

Just as he opened the door, he stopped and spun around, suddenly asking, “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Blinking, she glanced at the physics book then back to him. “Well, I was going to be studying for the exam…why?”

“My nephew is in town and I wanted to introduce him to you. I’ve already mentioned you a bunch of times and he wants to meet you.”

Her face pinched. “Barry Allen, what did you tell that poor boy?”

He stuck his tongue out at her. “That there’s a lonely college student who has no friends but has the greatest baking abilities in the world.”

“I cannot believe you told him I had no friends! Why!”

“You don’t.”

“Well, yeah! But still! You don’t just tell someone that! It makes me seem like there’s something wrong with me!”

Barry waved a hand. “Relax. Wally’s the least jerky person you’ll meet.” He smiled. “You’ll like him.”

She frowned. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, Barry.”

“Why not?”

“Well, he’s here to see you and your wife, not come meet the person who feeds your apple turnover addiction.”

The blonde’s cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson and he spluttered, “It is not an addiction!” he spun around and marched through the door. “I’ll send him over tomorrow! Bye!”

And he left before she could even say a word.

***

It had to be hieroglyphics. It was either that or some ancient cuneiform he’d recently taken up interest in, because there was no way whatever he’d written on the paper was English.

She cocked her head to the side, muttering, “Jesus Christ, Barry, did you write this on a caffeine bender? Your writing is like chicken scratch.” She tipped her head to the other side trying to decipher it when someone leaned over her shoulder.

“Which problem do you need help on?” they asked, and she pointed to the sheet.

“I have no idea what that says.” She turned and saw a red-haired stranger. “If you think you can, be my guest.”

He took it and read over it a moment, green eyes scanning over the page then he said, “Let’s see, he wrote first, ‘The third law of thermodynamics states that the entropy of a system at absolute zero is a well-defined constant. This is because a system at zero temperature exists in its ground state, so that its entropy is determined only by the degeneracy of the ground state.’”

Pausing, he scanned it again and added, “Then he marked a note beside it and wrote, ‘In simplistic terms, if an object reaches the absolute zero temp. of (0 K = -273.15C = -459.67°F), its atoms will stop moving. In other words, at absolute zero, the entropy of a perfectly crystalline substance is zero.’”

Glancing at her, he smiled. “Make sense now?”

She huffed and nodded, taking the sheet back. “Yeah, thanks. I don’t even know how you managed to get all that from his writing.”

He nodded. “Yeah, Barry’s handwriting is deplorable.”

Her eyes went wide, and she immediately questioned, “How did you?”

Sticking a hand out, he greeted, “Wally West. I’m Barry’s nephew.”

Shaking his hand, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe he actually told you to come up here and meet me.” A smile came across her lips. “I’m Melisandre Hale.”

“That’s a pretty name, Melisandre.”

“Thank you,” she grinned and waved him to one of the bar-stools on the adjacent side of the counter. “Have a seat and I’ll get you something to eat and drink.” As she slid behind the counter, she inquired, “Anything specific?”

Wally stared at the bored, offhandedly mentioning, “Barry said something about apple turnovers that could make you cry with joy, so I’ve gotta have one of those.” His evergreen eyes met hers. “Maybe two if I’m being honest.”

She grunted, but a grin crossed her lips, nevertheless. “Barry exaggerates a lot, Wally. They’re good, but they’re not mind-blowingly good.”

“Then I guess that leaves me to be the judge,” he countered with a smirk. “What should I drink?”

She thought for a moment then offered, “Have any judgments about drinking before five o’clock?”

He let out a startled laugh and shook his head. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

With a grin, she turned and started working her magic and a moment later, she was sliding a plate with two iced apple turnovers over along with a clear steaming mug of dark coffee with cream on top. She leaned her hip on the counter and watched him pick up one of the apple turnovers and take a bite.

Immediately his eyes went wide, and he exclaimed, “Holy shit.” He gaped at her. “This is delicious, Melisandre!”

Despite herself, her cheeks warmed, and she gave him an easy smile. “Thanks, Wally.” She nodded to the crystal mug. “Try the Irish coffee.”

He did so and tossed his head back, letting out an exaggerated groan that had her laughing until her stomach hurt. Wally was on his second turnover and he looked at her.

“You’ve gotta open up a bakery or something, Melisandre. Your pastries are awesome.”

She huffed and took the plate from him as he finished the last bite. “Let me get through college first and then I’ll wonder how to rack up enough to open a shop.”

“What are you studying?”

Pausing, she tossed a quick glance at him. “There’s no specification right now. I’m just doing general studies to get all the basics out of the way.” She put the dish in the sink and started rinsing it. “I’m at the four-C right now.” His brows pulled together, and she added, “Central City Community College.”

He snapped his fingers. “Right! It’s been a while since I went to the four-C.”

Her eyes found his and she curiously asked, “Did you go there?”

“Yeah, a few years back.”

“You don’t look that much older than I am. How old are you, Wally?”

He sipped his coffee and set it down as he replied, “I turned twenty-eight a month ago.”

“Happy belated birthday,” she smiled, and he gave her one in return.

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I turned twenty-one a few months ago.”

“Hmm, happy belated birthday to you as well.” He grinned, quipping, “How’s it feel to finally be able to legally do all the things you were doing before you turned twenty-one?”

She shot him a look. “Shame on you, Wally West, for assuming I was doing illegal things.” He chuckled and she shrugged. “But to answer your question, it feels great, so thanks.”

Wally snorted at that. “My best friend and I got absolutely hammered on our twenty-firsts and swore to never drink hard liquor again after we woke up in the bathroom in our underwear after passing out on the floor.”

A shudder passed over her at her own memory of waking up beside the toilet after her birthday celebration with a bottle of white rum. She cocked a hand up with her water bottle in it. “Here, here,” she toasted and took a sip as Wally raised his coffee and drank too.

She glanced at him. “Are you in school, or are you done?”

“I finished a while ago. I work out of a tower with a group of friends in Manhattan.”

For a moment, her eyes drifted to the simple pair of jeans and graphic shirt he was wearing. She lived in the upper area of Gotham and she knew what uptown Manhattan was like, and it wasn’t jeans and t-shirts.

Evidently, he did too because he scowled, “I have suits and ties, thank you very much.”

She snorted and took the empty mug from him. “I didn’t say anything, Wally.”

“You made a face.”

“Is a face a ground to be hostile?” she grinned. “I was just wondering what type of business in Manhattan ran on flash t-shirts and skinny jeans.” She eyed him. “Tech?”

He shrugged. “It’s…a bit of everything if I’m being honest.” It sounded like he didn’t exactly want to say, and she let it be, rinsing out his cup before setting it to dry.

A buzz sounded and she felt for her phone when he said, “That’s mine.” Wally pulled his phone out, read the message, and stood up. “I’ve gotta go, Melisandre.”

She nodded and took the twenty-dollar bill he handed her, waving her off when she tried to hand back the change. As he started towards the door, she called, “Wally?”

He turned on his heel and waited and she felt foolish for saying it, but she admitted with warmth in her cheeks, “It’s been a while since I had any semblance of a friend…so thanks for this afternoon.”

Wally gave her a pearly white grin. “Barry said you’d say something like that,” he chuckled as she scowled and he added sincerely, “Can never have too many friends, Melisandre…and I hope you’ll become a great one of mine. So far, you already are.”

She smiled, “Same here, Wally.” The bell signaled his exit and she let out a heavy sigh as her heart warmed in her chest at the feeling of a newfound friendship.

***

She was dead on her feet when she finally got through her front door and into her living room, practically collapsing onto the couch. Though it wasn’t far from the truth as she flopped down and toed off her shoes, heaving a long and winded sigh as she stared at the dark ceiling. She wanted to turn on the lamp on the table beside her, but she didn’t want to move. Hell, she barely wanted to get up and take a shower, so she didn’t go to bed sweaty.

Just a moment. She thought. Just a moment to close my eyes and I’ll get up and go shower.

Of course, the second the shut them, she was opening them to her phone telling her it was two A.M. She groaned and picked herself off the couch to shuffle into her bedroom, and when she got there, she peeled off the clothes from her body and let them fall, not caring about the hamper just a foot away. She’d do it tomorrow after class.

The shower was quick, and she crawled into bed a few minutes later, glancing out the window at the stars that were still in the night sky. Even if she tried to avoid thinking about it, she couldn’t, and her mind drifted to when she was a young girl and would stare out the window in her bedroom back in Gotham, watching the spotlight come alive and paint the silhouette of the bat symbol against the night sky.

She missed them. She missed them a lot. Missed eating meals at a full table and the laughter in the manor. Hell, she even missed being ignored, because at least then she could see familiar faces every day. Now, it was wake up, go to work, go to class, then come home. And the process repeated every morning. She was alone in a city where she didn’t know anyone except for one forensic scientist and his wife, going to a college that didn’t even have her real identity. She’d not even said the name “(Y/N) Wayne” out loud for fear that someone with super hearing would hear her and tell her father, instead going by “Melisandre Hale”, a twenty-one-year-old born and raised Central City citizen going to community college. It pained her to admit, that with her decision to grant herself the freedom she desired, it came with a heavy price, and that was the loneliness. And it was worse compared to what it was like back then.

Sighing, she rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head, hoping that when she shut her eyes, she’d stop thinking about what she left behind. Unfortunately, the universe and her mind were never kind, and as she drifted to sleep, she saw the pained faces of her family.

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roobylavender · 3 years ago

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what do you think wally's experience was like suddenly switching from titan to JL member? i mean obv we see him talk about it in canon but i like how you word things :D also related to what you once said on twitter about nightwing being scarily competent to the point of reigning in his emotions even more than bruce who can become reckless from grief...i thought it was interesting bc wally doesn't even name batman (dick's natural JLA counterpart) as JLA's leader, he says it's superman!!

i think the fun thing about wally switching teams is that like. unlike some of the other members of the titans he's very well integrated with the older crowd (i would say roy is very close as well. and i am sure a lot of people would mention dick bc of the whole multiverse reliability factor but i think that has more to do with his skills and competency than him necessarily being close with every hero in the upper echelons). part of what makes him such a solid legacy character is the fact that he is actually entrenched in the legacy on a big picture level. inheritance of barry's mantle is not the only thing at stake rather it is wally's entire dream and perspective on what it means to be a hero that is at stake. the members of the league are people he has looked up to and aspired towards his entire life but they are also people his uncle would call friends. so there is a bit of pressure and exasperation there at having to prove himself to these people bc he's been nyooming within their circles for years upon years and has taken active interest in and admired them for a large part of that time only to be approached with some hesitation upon finally taking his predecessor's mantle

but as we can see that hesitation doesn't take long to wear off and wally does prove himself to be worthy of that title. i'm sure it's something every member of the league was secretly hoping for, though they may not say it aloud. bc he's barry's boy. and as much as they dread the pressure of this weight that falls onto wally's shoulders they also know the kind of person he is and they are also witness to the fierceness of his spirit. so he's young, he's a little brash, he's clearly drowning in despair for a while. but they dote on him. they give him space to grow. they take him in like one of their own bc he is one of their own, he always has been. and i don't think that's something you can say for any other ordinary new entry to the league. they don't have that connection. they don't have that automatic guarantee of guarded but simultaneously unabashed affection. the wonder of wally's legacy is that barry's lasting shadow is important in the most endearing ways. it gives way to a belief in duty, it gives way to hope, it gives way to this place for wally to always have no matter how lonely the world finds him. it allows wally to keep believing in heroism and that fledgling idea of what it means to do good when he was gifted powers at the tender age of ten

and i absolutely believe it's what makes clark the symbol of the league for wally as well. clark represents everything that wally believes in and everything that barry left him with. hope, love, perseverance, and most of all, the guarantee of a place to belong

#wally west #personal essays #outbox #i always sound so CORNY when it comes to him and legacy talk i'm so sorry like it makes me teary legimitately #and in vein of that last part i think that is why clark being the first extraneous person wally really proved himself to #with their race against each other #was super important. like yeah it's a throwaway issue but in a greater context it means sooo much for clark to embrace his new role #i think of every member of the league (even bruce) as secretly rooting for wally to be the best version of himself #and then positively beaming when he does prove himself to be so. they're like kindergarten teachers waiting for a kid to score golden stars #and YET. he can also sit at the table on their level bc of how well he proves himself #the way he is able to fill so many roles at the same time bc he is so well integrated into the concept and legacy of heroism itself #chef's kiss. there will never be another legacy character like him idgaf

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I’ve been trying to sell my happy death day AU for years!!! It’s my favorite AU outside imaging yj wally becoming JLU Wally after he creased tbh. I love that movie and honestly Tree reminded me a lot of early flash years Wally…plus imagining Wally doing tree’s emotionally tired and angry screaming tour across the quad after she’s been through this day waaaaaaaaay to many times. With Linda and Hartley by his side (who despite being dragged along every cycle don’t remember) watching this maybe stranger loose it but are sorta down to be part of this scifi comedy plus I think it works for the tone of how I like Wally’s stories to be “uts fun, it’s scifi camp, but with a really strong emotional core” plus I love imagining weird speedforce puberty problems causing time fuck ups.

However outside the loop the justice league, team, and Barry (who was on a mission somewhere else) are freaking out. Though I go back and forth on whether the Villain would be Christina/Lady Savitar or Hunter Zolomon or just fucking Reverse Flash, the prick himself.

My ideal yj Linda would have been the semi overachiever no nonsense student who takes the school paper way too seriously and tries to get “real” stories landing herself in the way of super villains way too often for a normal 17 year old (she’s a grade older than Wally tbh), she figured out Wally was kid flash all on her own and told him she wouldn’t tell anyone so long as she gave him some stories and cue a weird friendship between the science geek and weird news girl (and that’s not all, when you include voted most likely to be a future rogue rebel rich kid Hartley R. who is totally a band theater kid and extreme overachiever freshmen Jesse Quick who is practically Wally’s little cousin, who likes to pretend they don’t know each other) I also am partial to Linda being on the school’s hockey team and Wally wears her jersey sometimes or well, he made himself one to support her. They aren’t cool kids by any stretch of means and they are completely goey and overly cute with each other but they are on the same wave length. Like Wally unironically uses “hot sauce” as a nickname for Linda in canon in the newest flash issues. They are so sweet it rots your teeth. However, unlike Artemis and Wally in the show, in my AU, the orbit each other for a lot longer before they get together officially…

Linda is sorta Wally’s girlfriend from Canada that the team doesn’t think exists until M’gann accidentally instagram sloothes her way to wally’s civilian account where he is always posting pics of him and her. And she’s like holy shit she’s real.

ANON ARE YOU IN MY FUCKING BRAIN OR WHAT holy shit you just PERFECTLY summed up all my thoughts.

1. HAPPY DEATH DAY AU!!! tree and wally are so similar it's not even funny!!! you're absolutely right!! this scifi, camp, weirdly emotionally deep movie is everything wally's stories should be and more! wally accidentally creating a westview-like time bubble around central and everyone else on the planet freaking the fuck out as he is freaking the fuck out over the whole thing but from the inside. employing the help of linda (who loves wally but is really worried about him... hart he's acting weird and talking crazier than usual) and hart (linda i'm sure it's fine you know how stem kids are) to help him figure it out (and him and linda end up together like tree and carter <3333)

2. HOW DID YOU KNOW I HC YJ!LINDA AS OLDER THAN WALLY in my mind he skipped a grade so she's older than him but they're in the same grade!! also science dweeb wally and journalism dweeb linda and theater dweeb hart <3 just unapologetic weirdos!!! wally west and his Gang of Losers represent for the weird kids!! just like the kids in the top ten of the class who actually study for the SAT and ACT and genuinely care about APs and getting into a good college and are also just like. odd. thats ME i'm HER no im not projecting fuck off. i also have a specific hc that wally is a hobbyist/amateur photographer and that he has like different digital and film cameras and he's the obnoxious friend who's like "wait no don't move stay exactly like that you look amazing" and so his ig is just a crazy puzzle of all his closest friends (but he doesn't tag ANYBODY! the jerk.) and so meg is like detective hat on combing through his ig and trying to piece together who hart and linda are because robin and artemis are CONVINCED they aren't real but she wants to give wally the benefit of the doubt

3. wally and linda definitely don't get together until college (they go to the same school and meet up for coffee all the time, despite having completely different areas of study) and their brains are always going at like 100%. i feel like she can keep up with him in a way that a lot of people can't and she listens to his silly rambles and lets him explain things to her and she falls in love with him when she's ranting about a professor and a project and the ethics of journalism and the moral responsibility an author has to their audience and the death of true journalism and later he sends her a bunch of articles and essays about it asking if they're good reading material and she's like "oh. oh" and then she like kisses him one night outside her dorm building because he walked her home so he could listen to her talk some more and he tastes like coffee and her nose mashes into his face uncomfortably and she opens her eyes before its over and she can count all the freckles on his face and like. it's objectively the worst first kiss ever but it's so them that she can't help but smile and he's smiling too and then the rest is history.

4. she was definitely the first non-super he told his identity to.

#wally west #linda park #hartley rathaway #ship musings #txt #ask #ask box stuff #wallinda #god anon i love you #this is so off topic i feel like but also it's my opinion #i'll talk more about jesse another time i didnt want this to get too long #i put my silly little wallinda goggles on and tunnel visioned on them #<3

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callmeelle22 · 3 years ago

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Blue Dream IV

Pairing: Iris West x Barry Alen

Rating: E

Chapter Word Count:

Summary: A series of sporadic dates between Iris and Barry turn into something more, a story in its own making.

Chapter I: Primetime

Chapter II: It's Cool

Chapter III: Anything

Chapter IV: Comfortable; It feels like butterflies fluttering or sparks flying or whatever other cliche Iris could think of. It’s like slow-dancing all alone after dinner in a half-cleaned kitchen, easy and intimate. It feels like warm honey on her tongue, slow and sweet and overwhelming. It’s pillowtalk, baby; lay your head on my pillow, say, "oh-ooh"; way you're touchin' my body, say, "ooh-ooh"; i ain't lovin' nobody but you; you, you, you make me, the kind that starts as whispers in the dark and becomes deep, lazy sex with only the moon there to light the way. (Read below or on AO3 linked on the chapter title.)

Chapter V: The Way

Chapter VI: Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

Chapter VII: I'm in Love with You

Chapter VIII: Blue Dream

Comfortable

Set the tone, when it's just me

And you alone, never lonely

In the room, breathin' slowly

Oh, you know me, yeah

At a quarter to one on the next Sunday afternoon, Iris finds herself sitting in her living room, waiting for Barry. Her week has been a relatively good one. She thinks they might be over the hurdle of a new semester—learning the personalities of each other—and Dr. Jamison had been on top of her own game, which meant Iris had been able to as well. She’d spent her Friday night watching Bridgerton, well, as much as the hazy cloud of blue diesel had allowed her to, and on Saturday, she’d spent several hours at Jitters typing up a new story for What a Life You’ve Lived. This story had featured an older woman who, years before Loving v. Virginia had made her marriage legal, had lived in relative obscurity with her white husband, dating and laughing and loving in secret.

Yeah, she’d shaken her head at that too.

She doesn’t know where they’re going today, so she’s dressed in a casual emerald green wrap dress, with a deep v-neck and long sleeves, that hems just at her knees. She opts for flat sandals just in case. His number is still unused, though she’s taken the steps to lock it into her phone. She can’t tell why she doesn’t call him, can’t make out why she’s, apparently, too afraid to just reach out to the man. She doesn’t know what they’re doing, outside of this date, or what his goal is. Linda would definitely describe her as being too chickenshit to find out. She obviously doesn’t disagree.

She’s decided that it’s casual, because aren’t most situations these days casual? And it makes more sense than the thought that lives in her head; the alternative doesn’t fit as neatly in her mind. The alternative is, is a little chaotic because that would add layers to the way he grins at her, and to the way he oscillates between awkward and bold when he talks to her, and to the way that she can never completely get the feel and taste of him out of her mouth. The sensation makes her think of runny ice cream, sweet and sticky and dripping, so much so that before she knows it, her hands and her face and her heart are all covered in it.

The doorbell rings.

Iris jumps up to answer the door and he’s standing there, in black jeans and a gray t-shirt, and she’s always struck by how good he looks in such casual outfits. His hands are stuffed down into his pockets and a grin is etched onto his face. He leans into the door when it opens, shoulder on the frame.

“Hi, beautiful.”

The compliment is unexpected and she turns away to grab her bag, to hide the blush that warms her cheeks, even if he wouldn’t be able to see it on her skin.

“You ready?” he asks.

She nods. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They are about fifteen minutes away from Lake Lanier when Iris realizes that’s where they’re going. The ride is pleasant. They don’t talk much outside of a few sentences regarding how their weeks were. Instead, they listen to some rock music Iris has never heard before and Iris alternates between staring at the road and staring at the intricate flowers tattooed on his arm. She recognizes some of them, roses and chrysanthemums and sunflowers, but there are far more that she doesn’t, especially when she remembers that the bouquet goes all the way up and over his shoulder. She decides she’ll ask him about it later.

The trail for the lake comes into view and Barry turns his Jeep onto a barely paved road, his pale fingers caressing the wheel as he expertly maneuvers the vehicle. He drives past where Iris and Linda and their classmates spent countless summer afternoons, past the trail that leads to where her dad had taken her and Wally camping when, at 12, Wally had realized that he was the only of his friends who’d never been.

They come to a stop, moments after Iris wonders if this might be where bodies get hidden, next to a towering oak tree. They’d lost the trail about a mile back and Barry’s four-wheel-drive was a match for whatever grass and rock and mud they rolled over.

Iris steps out of the Jeep and looks around, momentarily in awe. Out this far, the lake looks serene in a way she’s never seen before. It’s quiet, but it isn’t. Even in a midsize city like Central City, there is always something happening; there is always lights and noise and music. Here, the sound of nature takes the stage: the clicking buzz of cicadas and the chirping songs of birds and the gentle wave of the lake. The look of it is surreal, the pale blue of the water and the vibrant dark green of the trees, those slowly giving way to the oranges and reds of fall.

“Wow,” Iris murmurs.

“It’s great, right?” Barry says.

She turns and finds him with his trunk open. She walks around back to see him gathering picnic supplies, a woven picnic basket, a thick red gingham picnic blanket, and a cooler. There’s also another blanket to stem the feel of the wind so close to the lake. She grabs the picnic basket as he handles everything else and she follows him as they set up a few feet away from the bank, on a soft patch of grass to cushion them.

“I wasn’t expecting a picnic,” Iris tells Barry as she settles on the blanket, taking off her shoes and setting them on the edge.

“No?” He grins over at her before resuming his task. He’s unpacking the basket, pulling out saran-wrapped sandwiches, containers of fruit and vegetables with dip, and ziplock bags full of popcorn. A look in the cooler shows her some waters, several beers, and an equal number of mini wine bottles.

“Where’d you think I was taking you?” he wonders.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Like a movie or something.”

He grins, this time slower; and it shouldn’t, but it makes Iris think of the last time she’d seen him, slow and heated on her living room couch.

“That can be our next date,” he says.

“Who says you’re getting another date?”

He looks up at her and it’s the same one he’d given her when he asked her why she didn’t call, the expression a touch calculating. His head is tilted and his eyes are darting all over her face. She wants to turn her head, turn away from his gaze, but she can’t. Because she thinks that she’s hoping he does find what he’s looking for her, that he can help her to find it too.

“You didn’t say that we were going on another date” he says, finally. “But I have fun when we're together, Iris, and I, I think that you do too."

He goes back to pulling items out of the basket, this time a container full of cookies, and Iris starts grappling with whether or not she can take what he says at face value. It’s a flaw, she knows, the doubt that seems to come far too automatically. She wishes that she could blame it on something tangible—on parents who hadn’t been there or boyfriends who’d lied or friends who didn’t have her best interests at heart. That isn’t the case, though. Her mom had been there as much as she could and she had never had enough boyfriends for it to really make a dent. Linda has never even thought about doing her wrong, and her family might be the very best part of her.

But everything in her body catches at the thought of this man being someone she likes, someone she adds to the rotation of people in her life, people who’ve only become occasional brunches and too quick phone calls. What would it feel like for this man—and his smile and his touch and the way that she feels like she knows him when she doesn’t—to become a part of that rotation, until the discomfort of the entire situation makes him taper off altogether?

“Iris?”

She blinks out of her daze at the sound of Barry’s voice, looking down to see him holding out two bottles in front of her, one a lager from a local brewery, the other a chilled bottle of Chardonnay.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Yes,” she answers him quickly. “Just thinking.”

“About me?” he asks, his grin wide, cheeks faintly pink, and the look of him is so adorable that Iris shakes her head as she grabs the wine from him, failing to curb the smile that lifts the corner of her mouth, failing to keep the thoughts, the whenever i get around you, i lose it; lose it, from seeping in.

“Let’s play twenty questions.”

Iris is halfway into her mini-wine bottle when Barry voices the suggestion. For the time being, they’ve been merely sitting, drinking, basking in the day. The weather is gorgeous and Iris likes that the only thing to distract her is the constant tweeting of the birds, or the soft splashes of the fish in the lake, or the steady sound of Barry’s breathing.

“Okay,” Iris agrees, “but twenty is a lot.”

“Ten, then?” he hurries to say. “Five each?”

He shifts on the blanket so that he’s lying down on his side facing her, head propped in his hand. Her own back is propped against the tree, her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle.

“You first.”

“Alright.” He pauses, looks up towards the sky as if he’s thinking, and then asks, “What’s your favorite book?”

She is surprised by the question, though she isn’t sure what she thought he might ask.

“I’ve got a lot of favorites,” she says, because it’s true. Books, stories, became an escape early on, from a home that had been too fragile, that had felt like it’d come crumbling down with only a mere gust of wind. “But one that still sits with me is Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston. I read it for the first time in high school.”

He smiles at her. “Tell me about it.”

“It’s about a woman named Janie, who was raised by her grandmother who’d been enslaved. Janie’s a romantic; she wants freedom and love. But her grandmother wants her to have security. She’s got a series of suitors: an old man who treats her like the help, essentially; a man who becomes mayor of this all-black town, who only props her up as this thing, this ornament that must look and act like he wants her to; and Tea Cake, a younger man who’s passionate and selfish and possessive. And in all of it, Janie is discovering herself, exploring what she does and doesn’t want. She steps up and she fights back and she learns to dismiss what others have to say about here.”

Barry hums. “She reminds me of you,” he says, “this Janie woman.”

He catches her gaze, holds it. Iris catches the way his eyes track the features of her face. She can never find it in her to shrink away, almost like she’s beholden to the force of him.

“Why?”

“She seems passionate; fanciful. Alluring.”

She’s never wanted to blush as much as she does around him and her face feels warm, tight. She swallows from her wine bottle, still looking at him.

“You are,” she starts, and then shakes her head.

“I am…?” he urges, mouth grinning, eyes wide with mirth. He reaches out and grabs at her ankle, fingers grazing her skin. Her skin tingles beneath his fingers, a slow rush of heat flooding through her. Apparently, Barry has discovered a new erogenous zone.

“Something else,” she answers, finally.

“Somehow I don’t think that’s what you meant.”

She looks out at the lake for a brief moment. “It’s not, but I haven’t figured out what I do mean yet.”

He’s silent for a beat. “Okay. Your turn,” he says and Iris is grateful for the reprieve.

“What’s a country you’ve never been to that you’d like to visit?”

A wistful smile curves his pretty mouth. “That’s easy. Ireland.”

“Yeah?” she asks softly.

“It’s where my mom's family is from,” he continues, touching at her ankle even as he looks away from her. She wonders if he realizes he’s even doing it, tracing along her ankle and then up the length of her calf and back down again.

“My mom was born here in Central City,” he explains, “but her parents were born and raised in Ireland, moving here when they were a couple of months pregnant with her.” She knows she doesn’t mistake the melancholy in his voice. “We’d been planning for a trip after I graduated high school. Since dad was gone, it wasn’t as easy to save up for a long summer trip like that, but we were working on it, before she was killed. I’m still working on it.”

He gives her another smile, this one tinged with hope, and the urge to comfort him is strong. But she knows that there is no real comfort for missing a mother, so instead, she moves from her spot against the tree. The movement confuses Barry, who has to move his hand away from her ankle, but his frown clears when she lies beside him, her head on his shoulder.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Italy,” she tells him. “My best friend Linda’s parents live in a large immigrant community. People from all over live there. It was like heaven for me when I really started getting into writing; so many stories. Obviously, not everyone wanted to tell their business to a 15-year-old, but Mrs. Bianco had no qualms about it.

“Mrs. Bianco has three sons, relatively the same age as me and Linda, one right after the other, but no daughters. So for much of high school, we were her surrogates. My dad worked a lot and so did Linda’s parents, getting their restaurant off the ground. So we’d go over to Mrs. Bianco’s after school to do homework and she’d feed us all these baked goods, cannolis and these things called bombolinis, which are like doughnuts but better. And she’d tell us all these stories about growing up in the Italian countryside and going to college and meeting her husband before they came here, the excitement of it all. She made it sound so beautiful.”

Barry reaches over and touches her, long fingers touching lightly at her arm before they wrap around her wrist. He rubs at the skin on the inside of her wrist. The move feels like a deliberate way for Barry to maintain contact, but also like more. Like the last time he’d come to her apartment, and she’d felt the touch to her ankles at the very core of her, she feels so now. It’s subtle, but it’s there, in the slight clench of her belly, in the low throb of her pussy. It’s been a long time since she’s been with anyone like this — cause I feel so comfortable with you; you make me comfortable with you—easily aroused and just as easily comforted. Her last relationship had been with a man named Eddie, a graduate student she had met early in her senior year of undergrad. He had been sweet, but they had both been so busy all the time that they had felt like work too. With Barry, there’s the newness that comes with a relationship, the giddiness at talking to him, being near him. But this seems like something else, something greater, something that tells of why she can’t stop thinking about this man.

“Why did you invite me over,” Barry asks, “that Friday night?”

She exhales shakily, a little unnerved by him. “Well, you asked me to dance?”

“You invited me over because I asked you to dance?” His tone is incredulous and she laughs.

“No, I mean. It’s the club. People just dance, right? And here you come, rocking those hips unlike any white boy I’ve seen, and then you walk up and ask me if you could dance with me. I thought it was polite.”

Barry rolls over so that he’s long against her side. He moves his hand from her wrist to press on her belly, rubbing his thumb lightly. He plants his mouth right next to her ear. “If you think I’m polite, I’m doing something wrong.”

She catches his eyes. “I don’t know,” she says, smirking at him. “Maybe you are. Maybe you need to work on that.”

She lets the taunt hang, for just a moment, and then she rolls over to kiss him. She licks at his mouth, turning the kiss more passionate in seconds. Their positions change, Barry rolling her onto her back.

“I think I can make you beg,” Barry whispers against her mouth. “I was always told that was impolite.”

Iris doesn’t get a chance to say much else because suddenly, Barry is between her legs, his head dipping down under her dress.

“Barry what?”

As is his annoying habit, he doesn’t respond to her right away. He pushes her dress higher, exposing her belly and the bright yellow lace of her panties. She inhales sharply at the feel of his breath on her belly before he plants a kiss there.

“Ask for it.”

She catches onto his game immediately and her eyes flash. “No.”

His answer is a grin and then, without much preamble, he dips his tongue into her belly button. The action makes her hips raise automatically, and he brings her back down by gripping her hips. He continues down, tongue laving at her skin, fingers running up her torso and down again until they hook in the top of her panties and he starts to pull them down.

Iris can’t describe what it is she’s feeling at the moment. He’s only just touched her, only just planted a few sloppy kisses on her stomach. But her skin is tight with anticipation, her breathing deeper as she waits to see what he’ll do. She wonders, rather absently, if they’re currently being watched by any of the animals she hears living out here by the lake; but then Barry widens her legs and opens her up with the tips of his index and middle finger and she stops thinking altogether.

He holds her open for a long moment, just looking, just breathing against her, and she tries to hold still until she can’t, wiggling her hips a little, hoping it makes a finger slip inside of her.

“Barry…”

“You’re ready to ask for it?”

He drags his gaze away from her sex in order to meet her eyes. They’re the glassy that lets her know that he isn’t as unaffected as he’s pretending to be. That momentarily strengthens her resolve, knowing that maybe he really does feel like this too, that she’s not the only one losing her head in this sexual haze that seems to be moving way too fast and way past normal.

She shakes her head at him.

“No?” he questions. “Not even if I do this?”

Fingers still holding her, he licks her, a long swipe of his tongue. She inhales again at the feel of his wet tongue, lets it go in a noisy exhale when he does it again. And then again and then again, and Iris starts to rock against him, trying to get more of his tongue or his fingers or something. She quivers above him, her thighs opening and closing, and she feels like a butterfly, fluttering and alight, hovering over a precipice.

“Shit, ” she moans.

And then, he stops. He fucking stops.

“Barry…”

“Or this?” he continues, and pushes his fingers in. It’s harder than she likes, more like a stab, and she jerks her hips.

“Softer,” she tells him, and he obliges, moving slower, caressing instead of fucking into her. “ Yes, like that.”

Barry hums around her. The vibration makes her hips rock up, and he circles her clit with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it. He looks up at her again. This is the face she wants to remember for the rest of her days: his dazed eyes, his flushed cheeks, his wet mouth.

“Ask me for what you want, Iris,” Barry licks his lips. “Beg me, baby, please.”

Her heart is pounding and she wonders how a game of question and answer got her here. But they are here, she’s here, quivering with the need to come, with the fact that Barry looking up at her like this, begging her like this, makes her feel more desirable than she’s ever known she could.

“Can you eat me, Barry? Please? ”

Iris has never seen a dirtier smile. “With pleasure.”

He really starts to eat her, then. He kisses at her lips, tongues her down in a sloppy, wet tongue kiss that makes her cream drip out of her, drip down her thighs. She rocks against him, closing her knees around his head when the touch of his tongue to her clit gets to be too much, opening herself wider when wants his tongue back in her, licking and tasting and fucking her. Needing something to do with her hands, she grabs at his hair, pulling at the strands, scratching at scalp, at the back of his neck. That is how she comes, she doesn’t know how much later. But it’s like that: with Barry holding on to her hips, face buried in her slick; with her knees opening and closing, with her hips bucking, with her begging him, “please, Barry, fuck, yes, please, Barry. ”

It takes her a while to come down and when she does, she says the first thing that she can think of. “God, you’re so goddamn annoying.”

Barry bursts out laughing into her stomach, arms wrapped around her.

“What is something that you want out of a relationship?”

They’re sitting up and eating now, Iris several feet away from him so she’s not tempted to wrap her thighs around his face again. She’s chosen the turkey sandwich on wheat bread and a handful of grapes. The sandwich is really good and Barry must think so of his own handiwork because he’s already done with one and unwrapping another. Although, Iris thinks, he likely did work up an appetite.

She can’t say what makes her throw out the question. The skepticism of starting something with him is still there, but laughing after sex like that, coming from sex like that, well. Iris can name that she might be a little whipped by this smooth-talking, world-class fucking white boy.

He chews a bite of his sandwich and swallows before he turns to her with an answer.

“I’m a simple guy, I think. I work a lot; crimes wait for no one so I would want someone who understands that. But in my time off, I like to do things like this, and festivals and running too, so someone who likes that too.” He wipes at his mouth with a crumpled napkin. “But out of a relationship in general, I guess I want companionship, laughing. Communication and patience. Fidelity.” He shoots her a grin. “Good sex.”

Iris rolls her eyes, but she returns the smile. “Did you have that in your last relationship?”

“Ah,” he interrupts, “it’s my turn for a question, Iris.”

She throws her own balled up napkin at him. “Fine. Shoot.”

“What do you look for in a relationship?”

She shoots him a glare.

“What?” he laughs. “It was a good question and I want to know.”

“Okay. Um,” she takes a swig from her newly opened wine. “Whew. I don’t know that I’ve thought about this in a while.” She bites at her bottom lip and lets out a long breath. “A lot of the same things you said, I think. I do love laughing, even if I can get lost in my own head angst sometimes and I’d like someone who realizes that. I’m pretty busy, between school and work and What a Life You’ve Lived, but I make time for the people I want to make time for and I would wish my partner would do the same. Fidelity is also important to me too; communication. I love music and dancing and movies so someone who’d want to do those things with me.”

Barry wriggles his eyebrows. “Good sex?”

“A plus, for sure,” she agrees.

That gets her to thinking about another question she has, one she’s more hesitant to voice. She could get an answer she likes, one that keeps the mood they’ve got going here. And the vibe right now is so good. She can’t remember a date like this, one so simple. Eddie had been courting careers in law and so much of their time together had been spent out at fancy dinners while he’d tried to smooze whoever he needed to that week. It’d been fun sometimes, to see what stories she could get out of the politicians and law officers, but that’s not a date, at least it wasn't to her. During undergrad, dates meant studying together in the corner of a library until one or both of them got the urge to make out behind a shelf of books. And high school shouldn’t even really count. But here, today, this feels like a date. It feels like butterflies fluttering or sparks flying or whatever other cliche Iris could think of. It’s like slow-dancing all alone after dinner in a half-cleaned kitchen, easy and intimate. It feels like warm honey on her tongue, slow and sweet and overwhelming. It’s pillow talk, baby; lay your head on my pillow, say, "oh-ooh"; way you're touchin' my body, say, "ooh-ooh"; i ain't lovin' nobody but you; you, you, you make me, the kind that starts as whispers in the dark and becomes deep, lazy sex with only the moon there to light the way.

But she steels herself and risks asking anyway. “Barry, do you, uh, have a lot of sex, then? A lot of one-night stands?”

Barry’s eyes are wide when he looks at her. He’d been cleaning up their trash, putting napkins and wrappers and empty bottles in a small grocery bag and the question makes him look up sharply. It makes her want to retreat, but she’s already put it out there and she’s extremely curious if she happens to just be one in a line of girls that this surprisingly suave man has beguiled with easy laughs and mind-blowing sex.

“I'm asking because you are, you’re good,” she mumbles, (but, understatement), “and of course, you don’t have to answer me but I just… I'm wondering if…”

She trails off when he stops what he’s doing and crawls over to her. He hovers, making her lean back a little in order to see all of his face. It’s a pretty face, the dark eyebrows over those eyes, the lips that she knows get even pinker when they’re dripping with her juices, the faint moles along his cheeks and jaw that doesn’t detract.

“There are no other girls, Iris,” he tells her, and he seems so sincere as he looks straight into her eyes, as he places a hand on the side of her so she’s clouded in the clean, citrusy smell of him. “I know that we’re just hanging out and obviously, you do what you want, but no, I… I’m a one woman kinda guy. Going home with you was an anomaly, one I certainly don’t regret. But it’s not a thing I do. I haven’t been with anyone else since my last relationship months ago.”

She stares at him, hoping that she can believe him. “Alright.”

“Okay?”

She nods again, this time with a little smile. “Yeah, okay.”

Neither of them asks their final two questions. Barry says that it’ll give them something to talk about when he sees her again. Iris just thinks that today’s been a whirlwind of a day and it’d be nice not to be on the spot anymore. The ride back to town is just as easy as the ride down. Easy listening plays from the radio—'cause I feel so comfortable with you; you make me comfortable with you; i feel so comfortable with you; you make me comfortable with you; you make me—and Iris settles into her seat for the half-hour drive, full and sated and comfortable. She must doze off because before she knows it, Barry is pulling into the parking space next to her Kia and he’s opening the door for her.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” he says, smiling down at her as he grabs her hand to pull her out of the seat.

“I’m sorry for falling asleep on you.” She stumbles a little as she follows him up the stairs and he grips her hand tighter.

“Don’t worry about it,” he tells her. “I take pride in the fact that I’ve put you to sleep every night we’ve been together.”

She doesn’t even pause as she yanks her hand away and slides past him to her door. “You’re such a dick.”

Barry chuckles, sidling up behind her as she sticks her key into the lock. He gives her a soft kiss on the skin between her neck and shoulder.

“I thought you said I was polite,” he breathes, before nipping at her skin. She closes her eyes at the feel of his mouth on her, the light nips of his teeth, the slick glide of his tongue behind it. He pulls up all the way behind her and wraps both of his arms around her waist.

“You are,” she moans when one of his hands glides down and settles hard over her crotch. “Even when you’re telling me to beg, you say please.”

He licks a longer stripe across her skin, pulls a larger patch into his mouth, cups her pussy in the palm of his hand.

“Barry…”

“But you called me a dick, Iris. Am I polite or a dick?”

She arches into him. “You’re a polite dick.”

He stills against her and it takes a moment for Iris to realize that he’s laughing again. He’s got such a nice laugh, deep and bright. “Damn, Iris.” He turns her around, still with a wide grin on his face. He leans down and kisses her, pecks her lips once, and then twice, and then a longer one that curls her fingers around his neck. He doesn’t immediately let go when he pulls back.

“I want to ask one of my last questions.”

She licks her lips, chasing the taste of him. “Okay.”

“Am I in the running?” He asks the question clearly, though in a voice just above a whisper. “Am I someone that you could want to be..”

She doesn’t need him to finish the sentence to say what she’s feeling, even if she’s terrified of what it might eventually mean for her. “I really think that you might be.”

“It’s a might I’ll take.” He nods at her door. “Good night, beautiful.”

She turns to go into the apartment. “Good night, Barry.”

The door is almost closed when he calls back. “Hey, Iris?”

“Yeah?”

“Call me this time.”

You make me

Baby

You make me

#westallen fanfiction #strangers to lovers #iris west #barry allen

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longitudinalwaveme · 4 years ago

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Nitpicking Articles About Flash Rogues

Here’s some mistakes I found in Internet articles about the Rogues.

Article #1:

1. The Rogues did not make their first appearance in Flash #130.

It’s an understandable mistake, given that five of them are on the cover, but really the only Rogue to do anything of note was the Mirror Master. The other Rogues’ appearances were just Mirror Master’s lawyer (whom he hypnotized) impersonating them. Their actual first appearance as a group was Flash #155.

2. This one is really minor, but it’s Heat Wave, not Heatwave.

3. I think it’s a bit misleading to say that Captain Cold is the most powerful of the Rogues. He is powerful, no doubt, but Mirror Master and Weather Wizard have a considerably broader and more versatile range of powers than he does. Pied Piper and the Top are probably also more powerful than he is.

4. This is another minor mistake, but the party in Flash Vol.2 #19 was celebrating Captain Cold’s release from the Suicide Squad, not really his retirement.

Article #2:

1. I wouldn’t describe the Rainbow Raider as the least powerful of the Rogues. He’s a bit of a doofus, but his ability to manipulate both light and emotions is quite impressive and would be an extremely potent weapon in the hands of someone other than Roy. By the logic this list is using, Weather Wizard should be much lower on the list than he is. While he uses his powers more effectively than Roy usually does, he doesn’t use his powers to nearly the extent that he could if he put more effort into them.

2. There is NO WAY that Roscoe should be listed as the second least powerful Rogue. He’s not just a master inventor who created an atomic bomb all by himself, he’s a telekinetic telepath with super speed who can also return from the dead via possession. Surely he should at least crack the top ten.

3. Being a contortionist is impressive. Not sure how it makes Ragdoll more powerful than Roy or Roscoe, though.

4. Golden Glider is confusing; I’d accept her being ranked fairly low in terms of raw power if we were just looking at her Pre-Flashpoint self. But since the picture of her is from the New 52, when she gained the power of astral projection. With that power, she seems like she should be a bit higher on the list than #17.

5. “Still, she makes the list for being an iconic villain who, when partnered with her protective older brother, turned out to be fairly competent all things considered.” Lisa was competent all on her own, thank you very much.

6. Considering Piper has canonically blown up a planet with his flute, #16 seems quite low. Even if we disregard that feat because it was from Countdown, he’s still pulled off some really impressive feats that makes me feel like he should be a lot further up the list.

7. “His powers are pretty insane considering their potential for assassinations and surprise attacks, but he ranks fairly low on the list because he can’t really stay a villain long enough to be effective.” This list isn’t ranking the most dangerous villains, just the most powerful ones. Reforming doesn’t make him less powerful!

8. I really like James, and his inventing prowess shouldn’t be understated. That being said, there is NO WAY he’s more powerful than post-Flashpoint Lisa, Hartley, or Roscoe. He’s probably not even as powerful as Roy!

9. “After being tricked into helping the demon Neron and smooth talking his way out of hell, the Trickster fully succumbed to psychosis, becoming a goofy, rambling personality, accentuated by being brainwashed by the Top.” ????? When did this happen? What are you talking about, article?

10. “After getting his nose broken three times in the course of a day by Batwoman, Deathstroke, and Batman, Trickster sacrificed himself to save Piper. And how did Piper thank him? By dragging his body through the desert before finally cutting the hand off his corpse.” What was Piper supposed to do? He was on the run from people who wanted to kill him and he almost died!

11. #14 seems like an appropriate slot for Cicada, all things considered. I’m still pretty sure he’s not more powerful than Roscoe or Piper, though.

12. Double Down should not be higher on the list than Roscoe or Roy or Piper (or Trickster or Lisa or Cicada, for that matter.)

13. Capt. Boomerang is a talented, skilled fighter. That being said, he is not more powerful than Roscoe. Or Piper. Or Roy. Or even James and Lisa, really.

14. Heat Wave as number 11 is fine. I still don’ t think he should be higher than Roscoe or Piper, though.

15. “Wow, the character Heat Wave has not aged well. So much so that the CW’s Arrowverse has actively kept the character from having any perceivable depth because the little intrigue there is to mine from him is from a bygone era best left in the past.” ???? Stop being mean to Mick, article. He’s a great character!

16. Magenta as #10 is fine. In fact, I would be okay with her being a little higher, all things considered.

17. “Long after breaking up with Wally West, Frankie Kane developed her magnetic powers quite suddenly and accidentally killed her entire family as a result. Understandably confused and terrified, she was quickly folded into Cicada’s cult where she became a lieutenant with the moniker, Magenta.” Frances’ powers developed before she even started dating Wally, let alone before she broke up with him. Also, it wasn’t like she immediately joined Cicada’s cult after Wally’s broke up with her. There was like a decade that passed between those two events, and Frances made several appearances in the intervening years. She also didn’t get her code name from Cicada.

18. WHY IS ABRA KADABRA ONLY AT #9????

19. “Originally debuting under the moniker of Mister Element, Albert Desmond adopted his better-known name after finding the legendary Philosopher’s Stone and gained the ability to transmute materials. The problem was that Albert Desmond wasn’t actually Doctor Alchemist and never was. Turns out the entire time he was a villain, it was as an alternate personality called Alvin Desmond, who is also his celestial, astral twin. And if the concept of a split-personality metahuman who can turn one substance into another with a fantastic macguffin sounds familiar, it’s because Doctor Alchemy is basically Firestorm except as a disheveled gremlin of a villain.Though that’s fairly impressive in its own right, but his true claim to fame actually comes from the CW Flash show, where he was played by Harry Potter’s Tom Felton and reimagined as psychic entity that remembered the Flashpoint timeline that Barry had accidentally created. His power was updated from simple transmutation to metaphysically crossing timestreams, allowing him to grant super human abilities to people who had them in Flashpoint, including the CW version of Wally West. Though he’s ultimately put down by a coalition of Flash’s crew, the ability to transcend time itself basically made him a veritable god. Pity only the CW could see the character’s potential for it.” No, article. Just no. First, CW Alchemy was considerably more boring than his comic counterpart. And he’s not Dr. Alchemist, he’s Dr. Alchemy! (That being said, Dr. Alchemy deserves to at least be at #8 on the list, so I don’t really have a problem with his ranking.) They also don’t describe the Albert/Alvin situation quite right, but that’s really confusing, so I can’t really blame them for that.

20. “Well part of it is that his main goal hasn’t changed much since his first appearance: to devolve humanity back into apes, no doubt a novelty in the early '60s, but kinda boring today. The other reason? Turns out that Grodd has failed in this endeavor at least 18 times, a failing record among Flash’s villains.” How many comics with Grodd in them has the writer of this article actually read? Because I can think of at least four storylines off the top of my head where Grodd has a goal other than turning people into gorillas. Also, the fact that he’s failed in his attempts to do this doesn’t make him any less powerful; Joker and Lex Luthor also fail in most of their schemes. It’s what comes of being a comic book villains. That being said, Grodd being #7 on the list is appropriate (although I might personally rank him a bit higher.)

21. Captain Cold is cool. I like him a lot. But even if we give him his New 52 ice powers, does he really deserve to be #6 on the list? Also, there’s no way he’s more powerful than Abra Kadabra, Dr. Alchemy, or Grodd. Or the Top.

22. No complaints with the Mirror Masters collectively sharing the #5 spot, or with Shade being at #4.

23. Weather Wizard is really powerful; him being in the #3 slot isn’t too inappropriate. Though I’m not sure if he’s really more powerful than Abra Kadabra (who should really have been much higher than #9).

24. Why is Godspeed specifically at #2? True, he’s a speedster, and speedsters are VERY powerful, but there are a number of other villains with super speed who I think are faster than he is. I also would argue that he might be less powerful than Abra Kadabra, Shade, the Weather Wizard, and the Mirror Masters, given that he’s not really all that experienced with his powers.

25. Eobard Thawne is really, really, REALLY powerful. I would argue that Abra Kadabra might be more powerful than he is, but otherwise he definitely outclasses the other villains on this list.

26. And where’s Hunter Zolomon, anyway? He should definitely be on this list, and no lower than #2.

#flash rogues #dc comics

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ribcage-rodents · 4 years ago

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Post two

Diana

Diana smiled indulgently resting a hand on Donna’s shoulder.

“Hello Donna, it is wonderful to see you again, I have some exciting news.”

Donna

She fidgeted awkwardly trying to act like she hadn't been eavesdropping.

Diana

“You are finally going to see the Man’s World. Go pack your bags, we will leave once you say your goodbyes. We can discuss the rules of your mission in my plane.”

Her excitement was only shown by the joyful flash in her eyes.

Donna attempted to keep her face in a soft smile with her eyes telling her emotions

much like her older sister does, as she made her way towards her home.

Scene 6

Bruce sat at the kitchen counter a cup of steaming coffee in one hand, while his face rested heavily in the other.

Alfred

Alfred curved around Bruce to top off his drink and use a rag to clean up a puddle of coffee Bruce had spilled while complaining about League business.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just let the boy have friends, master Bruce.”

Bruce

Bruce looked up exasperated from where his face was resting.

“Because Dick is more skilled and intelligent than all of those other ‘heroes’. I don’t want him to be influenced by those immature, idiotic, side kicks. Who knows what one of those older kids could encourage him to do!? He’s much safer at home.”

He said moving his hand sharply to the left spilling coffee all over the counter.

Alfred sighed deeply moving to clean up the coffee, sending Bruce a disapproving stare while he sheepishly averted his gaze. Dick was upstairs in his beautiful, pink-marbled bathroom leaning over the counter worriedly applying concealer to purple bruises on his neck as Tate Agile played in the background, he stopped for a moment to read to a text from ‘science lab partner’.

Dick

“Come on dude, it's not that big of a deal Bs never gonna know”

Dick sighed becoming even more concerned, he glanced in the mirror frowning at his reflection before replying.

“Idk Babs, I’d be in a ton of trouble if B found out”

He stared at his phone for a couple of seconds then added,

“Especially since you’re like a little too old for me”

Dick’s hand squeezed around his phone as he shut his eyes, he counted to ten silently before exhaling. Pretending he wasn’t waiting for her response he went back to covering up the bruises on his neck, despite his eyes flicking back over to the black screen every couple of seconds.

Yet when the phone finally pinged he hesitated, it wasn't until the second text arrived that he actually answered.

“No, our age difference really isn’t that big, if you think about it people get married with like a 10 year diff.”

“Are you gonna come out w me tonight?”

Dick sighed softly, his cheeks lighting up pink.

“Yeah I got some free time around 12-2am. But we’re just gonna hang out ok, just like a little bit of kissing. No making out or hickies or anything.”

His phone pinged again.

“Haha yeah sure that's what you said last time.”

“What's up w your schedule man? 12-2am is so random.”

“You might not need sleep but I do, next time we should just meet up during like second period or something.”

Dick’s frown deepened.

“I’m not skipping school. I think you’re a bad influence on me:(“

“You know we don’t have to do anything when we meet up we could just cuddle or something.”

He paused before deleting the last message.

“Ha, maybe I like making you into a bad boy”

“See you tonight, maybe I’ll make you break into the school to find the best secret makeout place!”

Dick set his phone face down, scratching at his arm he went back to covering up those bruises.

Scene 7

Wally was in his tiny little bathroom that looks like it was designed in the 1950’s. He was leaning over the tiled blue and turquoise countertop messing with his forever windswept hair. There was a loud banging at the door as Wally dragged a brush through the birdsnest on top of his head.

Wally

There was a brief pause before Wally once again dragged the brush through his messy hair. The banging returned causing Wally to jerk smacking his hand against the counter, he turned and opened the door staring annoyed at his uncle.

“What?”

Barry

Barry stared back a pleased smirk on his face leaning against the door frame.

“Come on kiddo, we’re gonna be late.”

He reached out and plucked the brush from Wally’s hand as he spoke.

Wally

Wally did a full body groan leaning back, he shot one last mournful look at himself in the mirror before he moved towards the door, his uncle disappearing into his room. Wally sighed rummaging through his room for his suit. “What's the point of having super speed if you’re gonna be late to everything?”

Barry

Barry zipped over to his nephew ruffling his hair, effectively ruining any improvement Wally had managed.

“I ask myself the same question everyday when I show up late for work.”

Flying down the streets of central the two speedsters made haste, two flashes of red and yellow sped down the streets and around buildings. Stopping quickly at a hotdog vendor, handing the man a red credit card decorated with tiny lightning bolts, the city's way of thanking the heroes. Before getting back on the road.

Flash

“So kiddo, are ya nervous?”

Flash called stuffing a whole hot dog in his mouth.

Kidflash

Kidflash made a contemplative noise, looking down at his feet.

“Well yeah, I’m not exactly good at making friends,... or being cool.”

Both speedsters came to a halt, Kidflash resumed looking down self-deprecatingly, shoving the last 12 hotdogs into his mouth. Flash slipped behind him resting a hand on his shoulder.

Flash

“Don’t worry kiddo, just be yourself they’re gonna love you!”

He punctuated his statement by ruffling his nephew’s hair one last time. The two then proceeded, one at a time to enter the transporter.

Scene 8

Kidflash stepped into the JL headquarters quickly moving to catch up with his uncle as he sped towards the monitor room.

Flash

“Welcome to the Justice League break room!”

Flash called happily swinging his arms open to fully display the room. He leaned in close,

“It used to just be the monitor room but we all started to hang around here, mostly because Wonder Woman and Supes like to annoy Bats.”

He said with a nod.

Wonder Girl sat alone on the edge of one of the ugly green couches, sipping on a mug of herbal tea periodically.

Flash

Flash bumped his shoulder against Kidflash’s, whispering an encouraging,

“You got this kiddo!”

The Flash then departed, walking over towards Batman and Wonder Woman chatting by the supercomputer both holding steaming cups of coffee.

Kidflash

Taking a deep breath and gathering all his courage Kidflash confidently strided over to where Wonder Girl was perched. Looming over her he plastered on his best ‘Wall-man’ smirk. Wonder Girl cocked a single eyebrow as a supercilious look settled on her lips.

“Hey gorgeous, I hope you brought your library card because you can totally check me out!”

He flinched expecting to be hit or splashed by her tea.

Wonder Girl

“Wow, I’m already regretting this,”

Wonder Girl huffed glaring at Kidflash

“Maybe I should’ve stayed home,”

She mumbled quietly to herself.

Speedy

Speedy came up behind Kf’s right purposely smacking their shoulders together before plopping down on the couch causing Wonder Girl’s tea to slosh spilling over the rim and roll down the side of her thigh.

“Ew, dude have you ever actually gotten a girl with that line?”

He asked his arms resting on the top of the couch. He then raised his hand in a halting motion.

“Nevermind don't answer that, you have loner-loser written all over you.”

Kidflash

Kidflash lost his composure striking his arms out, before bringing his hand back around to point towards himself.

“Hey! I get tons of ladies!”

Speedy

“Yeah whatever dude,”

Speedy cut him off waving his hand still resting on the top of the couch, looking in the opposite direction of the scene before him.

Garth

Garth parted from his King’s side as they entered the break room with a nod, he walked towards the other heroes, his dark eyes calculating.

“Hello, I’m Garth.”

He said before sitting down on the couch next to Speedy.

Speedy

Speedy made a face.

“Great intro fishboy! But shouldn’t you have like a superhero name?”

Garth

“No, I don’t have a secret identity.”

Garth spoke, his tone relaying how idiotic he thought Speedy was.

Kidflash

“What about protecting your family man?”

Kidflash asked, lifting both his eyebrows, he was never able to just move one, leaning towards Garth.

Garth

Garth’s eyebrows pulled together as frustration took over.

“I don't wear a mask, villains will know who I am regardless.”

Speedy

“Wonder Girl doesn’t wear a mask,”

Speedy said leering at Garth.

“Maybe we should come up with a dumb superhero name for you, personally I like Fishboy!”

Kidflash laughed loudly, Wonder Woman groaned standing up and walking towards her sister.

She was stopped by the Flash calling them over in an energetic voice waving the rest of the sidekicks towards them.

Green Arrow

Green arrow spoke first giving all of the teens a cursory glance before focusing completely on his own sidekick.

“Now listen up, this mission is very important to your future as legitimate heroes.”

Within his brief pause Black Canary sighed heavily at Green Arrow's natural talent for being a terrible parent. He moved one hand to his hip as he spoke lightly elbowing Aquman in the process.

“All ya gotta do is sit and watch your targets,”

Once again there was a lapse in his speech when he turned to check that Batman had brought up the images of the targets and the suspicious big black bags, as well as the address of their hideout. After seeing Batman had in fact project the correct information, Green Arrow nodded to himself before turning back toward the sidekicks. Jerking his thumb backwards, he continued.

“These are them.”

He took a moment to clear his throat at the odd phrasing.

Flash

Flash took that moment to take over patting his colleague’s shoulder as he stepped closer to the center of the group.

“We’ve been monitoring these guys’ set up for a couple weeks. We think that they’re smuggling something illegal in those big black bags-”

Speedy

“What do you mean “illegal” things?! Don't we get to know if there's gonna be guns or drugs or something, idiot-man!”

Speedy cut in sharply placing both hands on his hips and leaning forward, aggressively sneering in the Flash’s face.

Green arrow placed a hand on each side of Speedy’s chest pushing him back as Flash stood there shocked.

Flash

“So we’ll drop ya off at their hideout, be very careful sneaking into the building and while choosing stalking positions. If they begin to pack up and leave or the situation starts to turn violent, stay safe and contact us before attempting to fight. If they have guns, retreat to the transporter immediately.

Batman then swiveled around in his chair, sending a questioning glance at Wonder Woman from across the room, ignoring the conclusion of Superman’s story much to his disappointment.

Batman

“Why would you send these children out into the field if you don't trust them to fight without supervision?”

It was a statement rather than a question, challenging all of the other mentors.

Wonder Woman answered anyway with a judgemental look of her own, but Green Arrow was the one who spoke.

Green arrow

Green arrow took several long strides towards batman.

“Well we’re not just gonna leave our kids at the mercy of a bunch of gun wielding scumbags. I mean, Flash can’t even stand a chance against a handgun, do ya think any side kick could survive that?!”

Batman

Batman glared at him but spoke in a calm voice, only failing a little to keep the smugness out of his tone.

“Robin could.”

Aquaman

Green Arrow geared up to make another loud and spity remark but Aquaman spoke up for the first time since the debriefing began.

“If he is so proficient then why is he not here?”

He questioned with far more smugness in his tone.

Batman

“Because Robin is currently working on his own personal mission tonight.”

The statement was followed by Batman swinging his chair back around and continuing to type up a mission statement.

The group dispersed most of the sidekicks getting last minute pep talks, Kidflash who reached out to his uncle grabbing his elbow as he went to go carbo-load.

Flash

The flash turned to look at his nephew.

“What’s up kiddo?”

He asked, placing a hand on each of his shoulders looking at his face in concern.

Kidflash

Kidflash looked down taking a deep breath before locking eyes with his uncle.

“I-I don't know if I can do this uncle B.”

Flash

Flash answered with a sigh rubbing rough but soothing circles on his shoulders and nape.

“Alright listen kiddo, ya made a jerk out of yourself.”

kidflash‘s face whipped up to face his uncle.

“I know I flirt with all the ladies but I do so in a joking manner that means no harm or a promise for furthering the relationship...just apologize to Wonder Girl.”

Kidflash made a face at the ground scuffing his shoe against the shiny tile floor.

“Make some small talk when appropriate on the mission and you’ll have three new best friends in no time!”

Flash turned him around to face the other sidekicks and smacked him on the back pushing him forward.

Scene 9

A wide shot of the seedier area of Arizona, several of the lamp posts have been shattered and no longer work, streams of light shine across the wet road through boarded up windows of an old warehouse. The sidekicks crouched behind a stack of molding crates, listening intently as the goons played cards and chatted about their personal lives, peering at them periodically.

Roy

Roy groaned softly clunking his head against the rotten wood.

“This is so boring! They aren’t doing anything, I say we just jump ‘em now!”

Roy whispered looking expectantly at his teammates.

Garth

Garth glared annoyed, grabbing Speedy’s wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.

“We were given direct orders-”

Speedy

Speedy shoved his flat palm into Garth’s face creating space between them.

“Calm down Fishboy, I’d never go against our wise and fearless mentors’ orders,”

Speedy sneered, ripping his arm from Garth and rubbing his wrist.

#dick grayson #wally west #roy harper #donna troy #garth #teen titans!fab five #writing is hard

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dykerachelsummers · 4 years ago

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Earth-82 Teams, Part II

Teen Titans (Founders)

Dick Grayson (Robin/Nightwing) - Dick Grayson is the son of circus acrobats, John and Mary Grayson, who were killed when he was eight years old. He was taken in by Bruce Wayne and became Robin the next year. Robin is the most experienced sidekick, having already been a part of the vigilante world for four years before the team formed. He became Nightwing when he was seventeen years and was at this point the de facto the leader of the team, alongside Flamebird, Wonder Girl, and Starfire.

Donna Troy (Wonder Girl/Troia) - Donna is an orphan that Diana rescued from a burning building and took to Themyscira. Donna was adopted by Queen Hippolyta and blessed by the gods to become immortal herself and to gain all the other attributes of the Amazons. When Donna turned twelve, she convinced Diana to take her to Man’s World. She attended a Justice League meeting, which is where she met and became fast friends with Dick Grayson and Keren Zor-El. She, Dick, and Keren remained friends even as she returned to Themyscira, communicating through letters they exchanged through their mentors. When Donna was fourteen, Dick thirteen, and Keren fifteen they convinced Diana, Bruce, and Clark to let them have a sanctuary of their own, which Bruce produced in New York City and would eventually become Titans Tower. Donna, Dick, and Keren are the three founding and core members of the Teen Titans.

Keren Zor-El / Karen Starr (Power Girl/Flamebird) - Keren is the eldest daughter of Zor-El and Alura In-Ze, four years older than her sister Kara. When Krypton was about to be destroyed, Keren’s parents put her and Kara into a rocket ship where they would be in suspended animation until they arrived on earth; they were supposed to find Kal and seek shelter on Earth as soon as they landed. They were unlucky though and their ship got damaged and went off-course for twenty-five years before finally landing on Earth, where they woke up to meet Superman for the first time. Keren was furious to see someone wearing her family’s symbol and attempted to attack Superman, screaming at him in Kryptonian. Clark did his best to explain what happened and, once he finally did, Keren was horrified to learn that Kal had grown up without her and Kara, though she was happy Val was there for him. She refused to fully assimilate to human culture and asked that Kal find her and Kara someone to live with that they would not have to hide their identities from (as Keren is only thirteen at the time); Clark decided his childhood best friend Lana Lang and her fiancée Eliza Danvers was the best choice and after she agreed, he approached Bruce for help in establishing fake identities for them as Karen and Kara Starr, Lana’s long lost nieces.

Roy Harper (Speedy/Red Arrow) - Roy Harper Jr’s his mother, a Navajo woman, died giving birth to him. His father died only a few years later in a forest fire. Roy was raised by his uncle, Broken Bow, until shortly before his uncle’s death when he was twelve. Broken Bow had convinced Oliver Queen, newly recovered billionaire who had been missing for five years, to take Roy in. Because of Oliver’s relationship with Hal Jordan, a member of the Justice League and close friends with Flash, Roy was introduced to Kid Flash when he was fourteen, as Speedy. They became fast--if antagonistic--friends with him and met the rest of the Teen Titans through

Wally West (Kid Flash/Flash III) - Wally is the only child of Rudolph and Mary West, though he was far more likely to spend time at his Aunt Iris’s house. He considers her more of a parental figure than he ever did his actual mom. He later ends up feeling a similar way towards Barry Allen, since he’s been around for as long as Wally could remember. He found out Barry was the Flash when he was twelve (about three months after the new Flash first appeared) and demanded that Barry tell him everything! He decided to try and recreate the accident and was lucky to be chosen by the Speed Force as well. He was allowed to become Kid Flash when he was thirteen, with Iris’s permission. He joined the Teen Titans a few weeks after his superhero debut. Iris and Barry adopted him when he was sixteen, after it was discovered that his father was physically abusive and his mother neglectful.

Garth of Shayeris (Aqualad/Tempest) - Garth is the only son of King Thar and Queen Berra of Shayeris and would have been the crown prince had his parents not been overthrown before he was born. His father was killed and his mother banished to Poseidonis, due to the actions of his uncle - a magician with malicious goals. He was born with violet eyes, which marked him with the potential to become a powerful magic-user in his own right. Unfortunately, magic-users had recently been made taboo within Poseidonis and Garth was cast out. He was found by Princess Mera of Xebel, Xebel being a pocket dimension found within the Bermuda Triangle. Mera convinced her parents to take him in. Xebel had no taboo against magic users which allowed Garth to grow up with no bigotry against him for his potential magical abilities, and Mera (a powerful sorceress in her own right) ended up being the one to train him when he expressed interest in the magical arts. Garth met Arthur Curry when he was ten and Arthur twenty, through the rebellion Xebel had joined to bring down King Orvax and later King Orm, and they quickly bonded. When Arthur later became Aquaman, he offered Garth the position of Aqualad. Garth was the second to last of the founders of the Teen Titans to join.

#tee talks #dick grayson #donna troy #keren zor el #wally west #garth of shayeris #roy harper #teen titans #stupendous six #earth 82 #my personal dc reboot #dc

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setsureadsshit · 4 years ago

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Lost At Sea: A List of WIP’s I am finally letting go of [ Part 4 ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Post 2 ] [ Post 3 ]

*see posts 1-3*

let me (under your skin) by godsensei

Summary: Hinata unknowingly moves into the apartment directly beside Oikawa and Iwaizumi's. Oikawa is delighted.

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: Haikyuu!! ; Hizuwa

Personal Notes: IT WAS SUCH A PROMISING START, I’M SO MAD. I...could probably hold onto it for another year or two but you know, this whole process is about letting go right? Still sad :<

Ten by Azkaabanter

Summary: Oliver's in Central City on Mayoral business, and to take a break from being the Green Arrow in Starling City for one month. Just one.His temporary office is in the crime lab of the CCPD, because what place in Central could be safer than the police station? And what room could be better than one he gets to share with the shy, nerdy, clumsy CSI?But Barry Allen isn't at all what he seems.Oliver can see if you're dangerous, it's a gift; a power.

A toddler... a one.

A cop... a five.

A hitman... a seven.

Barry Allen... a ten.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: The Flash/Arrow ; Flarrow

Personal Notes: I’d have kept this one if not for the fact that the 4th chapter isn’t actually a chapter but an update promising to finish the story and then it’s been another 2 years, lol.

Glow Worms by gurglesnaps

Summary: I knew this wasn't a good idea. None of Stiles' ideas ever were.

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: It is rare for me to so much as look at a fic written in first person, usually after the first paragraph I’ve noped out of it, it’s just not a tense I enjoy. But this fic not only caught my attention but I held onto it so that should tell you something. It’s only 3 chapters which is a disappointment.

Open Book by AggressiveWhenStartled

Summary: “If you jump out of this plane without a parachute one more time, I don’t know what I'm gonna do, but you will not like it.” Bucky yanked, hard, on one of the straps holding the parachute on—Steve gave a soft grunt of complaint. Bucky shot him a look and jerked it harder.

This work has been discontinued and has been completely rewritten as Closed Book. This is not a sequel, prequel, or otherwise related. Read Closed Book with the confidence it will conclude, but this is an older version of it and will not.

Last Update: 2017

Fandom & Main Pairing: The Avengers ; Stucky

Personal Notes: Pretty self explanatory on this one I think, lol. I haven’t read Closed Book yet but I loved what there was of open book so it’s def on my list to tackle next!

Hard to Breathe by sourwulfur

Summary: What with the Nemeton making things difficult for Stiles and the gang, a school project shoves Danny and Stiles into spending time together. That little push may be all it takes to start forming a bond as more than just classmates. Maybe Danny could be the one to help Stiles find a light in the dark where his friends are already succeeding.

Last Update: 2014

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Stanny? Diles? It’s such a rare pair I honestly don’t know.

Personal Notes: I think this might be the one and only fic I have ever read that was Danny x Stiles in my many many many many many many MANY years of reading teen wolf fanfic. It was decent, I liked where it was going, I just wish we’d gotten to the end. There’s like, 9 chapters but a lot is left up in the air so if you need closure, don’t even start this one.

Junkyard Dogs by TrashPanda

Summary: Orphaned at a young age, Derek is sold into the slave market. His dynamic as an alpha, and a werewolf, make him a desirable slave to have working in Peter's alpha brothel, The Junkyard.Stiles is a 21 year old virgin omega who's tired of going through heats alone. Dating isn't a realistic prospect, so he seeks out The Junkyard, hoping to maybe find an alpha to help him through his rapidly approaching heat.Then he meets Derek, one of the Junkyard Dogs, who's also about to go into rut. And nothing could stop the pull they feel towards one another.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: This one actually hasn’t been left for very long I’m just no longer interested in the story it has to tell

Some Kind Of Madness by cutestpixieyoueversaw

Summary: ****WARNING: Story is currently being rewritten and organized until June/July 2018. Deletions and additions will happen in the meantime***Stiles apparently has a type. You know unfairly attractive for this worldly plane while having perhaps some of the best wit around? The kind of wit that could be spoken with only facial expressions. Bonus if they gave Einstein a run for his money. Oh he forgot to add Alpha because it was now a thing, perhaps even a kink if he was going to be really honest with himself.Or the one where Stiles realizes that his life should be a MTV show because the drama he has is worthy of cable television.Or the one where Stiles meets another pack and gets to understand that Bella and Sookie really had the worst luck ever and he is not them but really it's reading like he is. P.S. Tinkerbell is a bitch.

Last Update: 2014

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: I feel like I remember liking this but it’s been so long and while it claims it’s being re-written, I’ve kinda just lost interest. Hopefully the revamped version is even better than the original and I def encourage y’all to give it a chance.

By All Four by Sunshineditty

Summary: Sentinel Jim Ellison and his guide Blair Sandburg are on the trail of a serial killer who murders young latent and online sentinels in the Pacific Northwest. Derek Hale - an unbonded guide - is trying to live through the pity of friends and family when his sentinel ex-girlfriend and the guide she left him for return to Beacon Hills. None of them will predict the series of events and the feral sentinel who will change the course of their lives forever.

Last Update: 2016

Fandom & Main Pairing: Teen Wolf ; Sterek

Personal Notes: I don’t know enough about Sentinel to really judge the fic, but I do remember it made me want to actually hunt down the original show to watch because it seemed interesting.

No Longer Human by battlegod (Battle_god_Ye_Xiu)

Summary: He now understood why moths would flit towards a flame, pining for its warmth even as they caught fire. It was the irresistible attraction of light when one was surrounded by darkness. Reaching for the lone spark that shone at night, was that not the instinct of all living things?

Last Update: 2019

Fandom & Main Pairing: The King’s Avatar ; Huáng Shàotiān xYù Wénzhōu

Personal Notes: I’ve watched this drama like, 20 times but I’ve lost interest in fics pretty much. Mostly because it’s understandably hard to find anything in english, lol. We can’t all be Untamed.

Swapped by writeonclara

Summary: if u wanted my number u couldve just asked

u didnt have to steal my whole phone ;)

Steve stared down at his phone, confused. He didn't recognize the number – except, oh wait, he really did. That was his number. On his phone.He flipped the phone over, then slid one hand down his face.

Not his phone.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: Captain America ; Stucky

Personal Notes: It’s a cute start but not interesting enough for me to hold onto. Stucky is one of those....tangential pairings that is more I know a lot of people who ship it and the stories tend to be interesting so I’ll read it when I happen across something that catches my eye but I don’t like...go hunting for it.

two drums in the grey by brandywine421

Summary: “Standard disclaimer – you are not on the first or second string of our emergency call trees,” Cisco said.

“So why are you here?” Barry yawned.

“We’ve got a new speedster. Wally West,” Caitlin said, preemptively wincing.

Last Update: 2018

Fandom & Main Pairing: The Flash/Green Arrow ; Flarrow

Personal Notes: This is actually the second in a series, the first story is complete and I honestly don’t remember much about it but it must have been good if I subscribed to the sequel. So take that as you will, lol.

#Lost At Sea #Haikyuu!!#Hinata Shouyou x Iwaizumi Hajime x Oikawa Tooru #Hizuwa #The Flash #Green Arrow #flarrow #Captain America (MCU)#Steve Rogers x Bucky Barns #Stucky #Barry Allen x Oliver Queen #Teen Wolf #Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski #Sterek #The King's Avatar #Olivarry

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temmie-loony · 6 years ago

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I really love time travel and « parents meet their kids before they have kids » type stuff. Do you have any headcanons about the Karivarry kids interacting with their parents before they were their parents, through time travel? PS - your blog is amazing! Back when I first started shipping karivarry, it was one of the first ones I found and I have avidly read most of the five you’ve published. Thank you so much for your contributions to the fandom, your positivity, and you!

Okay first of all, BLESS YOU. Thank you so much for your insanely amazing support! I remember you being one of my first ever followers and I’m so grateful that you stuck around and like my content. It’s wonderful and lovely people like that that keep up my motivation to make more and more contributions

Technically I kinda wrote something like this in one of my older fics and my newest one involves Dawn beeing yeeted back in time but headcanons are what’s in now apparently!

A’ight so:

The kids get yeeted back in time by complete accident.

And it wasn’t even all fun and games.

They were being attacked.

Dawn had lost consciousness and Connor was on his last thread of strength.

A breach opened and William quickly gathered his sister in his arms and pulled Connor with him.

The breach leads to STAR Labs and William thanks Cisco for the assist then frantically yells at Caitlin to help him as he hands Dawn to Barry and helps Connor to the med bay.

“Who the hell are you?!” Cisco demands.

“Really? We’re making jokes now? Dawn’s been stabbed with kryptonite and I think they got Connor too!”

“Kryptonite?” Iris asks. “What's that?”

“What the hell is wrong with you guys?”

But then William notices the lack of some medical technology in the med bay, Barry’s suit looks much different and everyone looks… so… young.

“Oh shit.”

Later, about ten minutes after Caitlin removes the last bits of kryptonite shrapnel from Dawn and Connor, the two finally wake up.

“Ugh, what happened?” Dawn asks.

“Our base was compromised. You two got hit with kryptonite.”

“That explains why it feels like I died,” Connor croaks.

“Wait where’s Dad?” Dawn asks. “Or Mom or Papa?”

Their parents, or at least one of them, would always be there when they’re in the med bay.

“So here’s the thing...”

When they fully recover about an hour later, they learn it’s the year 2016.

Apparently, Barry has only met Kara once so far.

Oliver hasn’t met Kara at all.

Oliver doesn’t even know William exists, not really.

Barry makes the decision to not tell Oliver or Kara.

But before he could tell any of the kids that, Dawn’s already on her way to Star City.

Barry’s phone rings.

“Barry, what did you do? Why the hell is there a speedster here, claiming she’s my daughter?”

After Caitlin is finally able to draw blood from them (Dawn and Connor were tricky to get blood from but William helped her out), she confirms that they really are who they say they are

William has a similar DNA pattern to Oliver’s

And the same goes for Connor, and that he definitely has alien DNA

Dawn’s DNA closely resembles Barry’s, has the metagene and has alien DNA too

“Like... Barry and Oliver and this Kara chick we’ve never even heard before in our life are--”

“Our parents--”

“Together?”

“Well, yeah! Why wouldn’t--”

“Like all three of them? Together? As in like... together? How does that work?”

“I don’t know, they just do!”

They couldn’t bring the kids back to their time (they didn’t know how yet) so they’re stuck.

“What do you mean you can’t time travel?” Cisco asks.

“Yeah didn’t Barry teach you?” Wally says.

Connor bristles. “I’m not a speedster! I can’t actually run or fly that fast.”

“Okay. Can your sister time travel?” Joe asks.

“Have you met Dawn?” Connor says. “She’d wreck the timeline if she knew how to time travel.”

“Wait, speaking of Dawn, where is she?” Barry asks.

William groans. “Oh shit.”

Turns out Dawn went to Earth-38.

To say Kara is shocked is an understatement.

Kara later heads to Earth-1 (with Dawn’s help).

"Is she telling the truth, Barry?” Kara asks.

Barry rubs his face. “Dawn, I told you to stay put.”

Dawn smiles widely.

Connor rolls his eyes. “I told you she’d wreck the timeline.”

“So you’re Kara,” Cisco mutters.

It’s so strange being in that time period.

They aren’t used to Barry not totally mastering his powers.

They aren’t used to Kara being so flustered.

They aren’t used to Oliver being so standoffish.

And they definitely aren’t used to them not talking to each other.

Their parents are the definition of true love so seeing them barely look at each other is so weird.

They want their parents back.

Dawn only knows Oliver being soft-spoken

Seeing him look at her with a complete lack of expression scares her

She’s read about him being like that from old news articles and videos, but being on the receiving end of it is much different than just knowing about it.

She wants to hug him (which she does all the time in her own time) but when she makes the move to do so, he steps back and merely tells her not to.

William knows Oliver is avoiding him.

Oliver doesn’t even know he has a son so he knows it’s probably so surreal

When Oliver later approaches him and asks how he is as a father, William smiles a little and says, “Don’t worry, Dad. You’re the second best father I know.”

“Second best?”

“Uncle Barry has you beat by about ten percent.”

Oliver looks at him incredulously.

“Uncle B took me to Japan, Disney World and a whole different Earth in one day.”

Connor is less inclined to interact with anyone.

He makes the excuse that he doesn’t want to ruin the space-time continuum.

But his siblings know it’s because he doesn’t like being in a place that’s so familiar but, at the same time, isn’t.

Kara tries to talk to him, tries to get to know him, and they do end up talking for a while until Connor stands up and walks out of the room.

Barry catches up to him and asks him why he’s being so hesitant.

“I don’t want to--”

“Ruin the timeline, yeah, we got that part. But there’s more to it.”

Connor is quite for a while. “It’s just... it’s weird, isn’t it?”

A small smile tugs on Barry’s lips. “Yeah. Weirder things have happened, right?”

“Guess so.”

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