#GarthRoy

[ndglt]

They've kissed at least once

[spheroz]

boy kissers

[pup-pee]

harpoon shipping doodle :3

w/some hcs! cause UH ofc there r!!!! uhhhh also theyre supposed 2 b like tweens in this dont ask how or where theyre hanging out ok? yay <3

IF U DONT LIKE THE SHIP PLS JUST DONT INTERACT LIKE PLS JUST DONT B WEIRD ok love u

[impregnatedafterpostbirthdaysex]

reminder that roy picked out garth's clothes which means they were sleeping together the night before

[bluejaysandblackbats]

We Are So Back!

Water Lilies in Spring: Roy offers to help Garth fix up his new home. Including the seemingly impossible task of planting the garden in his backyard. (No Powers AU, Mutual Pining, GarthRoy)

No Stone Left Unturned: Vic runs into an old friend hoping for a first shot at romance. The only problem is, she's on a soul-searching trip in the wilderness. (VicKory; Angst)

Ancient History: AU where Tim finds out Bart and Owen are brothers right after Jack Drake was killed. (Angst; Hurt/Comfort)

Freaky Fridayed: Tim and Conner wake up in each other's bodies after a huge argument. (BartTimKon)

Muscle Memory: Bart and Grant win a contest to go visit the set of a new sci-fi movie, and they're surprised to see each other there. (Canon Divergent AU; Found Family; Best Friends/Brothers)

[kiseiakhun]

One day I will write a good GarthRoy fic. That day is not today.

[comicgirly]

Heyyyy just wrote a really quick roygarth fic, I’ve never written a fic before but I wanna continue it so this is like a super short intro yknow

[gretahayes]

garthroy to me is like. they fucked once when they were younger and it fixed nothing and changed nothing but it stopped garth from ripping roy’s throat out. so.

[timstephfangirl]

So obviously Robin!Jason would have shipped DickKory. Therefore when Jason comes back to life he would take it very personally that DickKory are not married...

To be a little dramatic 💩

Jason gives Dick an anniversary gift on DickKory's anniversary and its very obvious it's for Dick and Kory...

Doesn't matter if Dick is seeing someone, Jason gets a hold of Dick's phone and the background is now Kory.

Jason visits Dick apartment any photos of an s.o. are replaced with Kory. (If no s.o. just Kory pics appear)

[ndglt]

my garthroy contribution

[ronnyraygun]

Woe, GarthRoy be upon ye!

[nightmareinfloral]

that make or break moment when reading a roy fic when they bring up ollie and you get to see what type of fan wrote it

[wanderingmind867]

Aqualad and Speedy teaming up to stop some crooks. You know, I like these water scenes. Artists usually make scenes underwater or on the water look really pretty. This is no exception. Also, i've said in posts before that 70s era Green Arrow sometimes comes off as rude and jerkish to me. But Speedy is actually pretty fun. And I don't think he ever had a dramatic personality shift like Green Arrow ever did, so Speedy might actually be DC's closest equivalent to Hawkeye for me. I might be fond of both of them. (Teen Titans #11):

[impregnatedafterpostbirthdaysex]

garth wouldn't be in a cult with someone the titans disapprove of if roy was here

[bluejaysandblackbats]

blood on your altar

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (fab five), Aquafam, Arrowfam

Summary: Roy Harper is haunted by a strange sight he witnessed while on holiday by the seaside.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Roy Harper, Garth, Oliver Queen, Hal Jordan, Dinah Lance

Relationships: Roy Harper/Garth

Additional Tags: Cannibal Mermaid AU, Sacrifice, Cannibalism as a Metaphor, Secrets, Angst, Romance, Horror, 1950’s AU

Chapter Three: Male Rain

I couldn’t focus during dinner, despite everyone’s attempts to include me in the conversation. Ollie drove us home, and Hal and Dinah went inside. “Not you, pal,” Ollie whispered. I swallowed hard, wringing my hands. “If you don’t like it here we can go home—.” 

“No, I’m not—. I’m not ready to go home yet,” I answered. 

Ollie didn’t look at me. I sat in the backseat, feeling like a chastised child. “I’m not mad at you… Hal told me about the funny business in the ice cream parlor. I wouldn’t have brought you to this place if I knew—.” 

“Oh… I forgot that happened. You didn’t—. There was no way for you to know. No harm done. I spent the rest of the day at the beach, and I—. I like it there. I’ve had a lot of time to think… And I’m drawing again,” I replied. I glanced out the window. “I don’t know… Maybe I’ll start painting too. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant. I’ve been focused on something spectacular I saw at the beach.” 

“I should’ve known better. You’re inspired! Do you need money to buy paints or did you bring supplies in your bag?” Ollie asked. He never hesitated to pour money into my interests. I probably shouldn’t have dug such a deep hole for myself, but I had to say something to keep Ollie there. I wasn’t ready to leave. “If you feel the need to stay here after three days, I’ll send some of your things.” 

I smiled. Ollie tried to make amends for how things transpired a few months prior. To be honest, I wished he’d stop trying to fix things. I forgave him the moment my fist connected with his chin. That sounds brash, but we were never much for words. Sometimes, I wish we were. He loved me in his own way. He boasted about my accomplishments and proudly introduced me to his friends and associates. He turned to me, his lip curving up to the left. “Come now, Errol dear,” Dinah shouted from the porch. I laughed. Ollie bore an undeniable resemblance to the movie star, Errol Flynn. I slipped out of the car, hearing the distant beginnings of male rain. Thunder rolled in the background. I greeted the rumbling thunder, rolling my shoulders back as I entered the house. I changed into my pajamas and sat on the floor with my sketchbook. 

Hal visited me in my room, and I drew him with graphite. The creases by his eyes. The white streak in his hair. Hal sat quietly across from me, reading his book. When the thunder quieted, Hal chuckled. “Something’s rattling your cage, Roy… What’s going on at the beach?” Hal questioned. 

“Nothing,” I quickly answered. Worse than an admission of guilt. Unnecessary defensiveness. Thunder rumbled, and I chewed my lip and turned my face away, catching a glint of lightning in the distance. It didn’t look natural. 

“This is good abduction weather,” Hal whispered. The strange statement piqued my interest, distracting me from the awkward conversation we almost had. “Abductions… You know. Aliens. From outer space. Gosh, kid. Are you tired?” Hal chuckled as he playfully checked me for fever. I recoiled. Hal always talked like that. Crazy talk about aliens and ghosts. Mermaids and selkies. Fairies and fauns. Sometimes I liked to listen, but with all the thoughts swirling in my head, I thought I’d be sick. 

“Hal, I don’t wanna talk about aliens,” I mumbled, squeezing the bridge of my nose to stave off an oncoming headache. I flipped the page mid-drawing and started rubbing at the blank page with my thumb, absentmindedly pondering my earlier interaction on the beach. Hal touched my shoulder. 

“Get some rest, Speedy,” Hal whispered. He took his leave, and I shut the door and climbed into bed. I couldn’t sleep, though. I tossed and turned, finally settling on watching the steady downpour outside my window. I opened the curtains and stared longingly as the thunder rolled in even stronger than before. The flashes lit the room, the thunder shook the house, and I started to cry. Something penetrated my spirit, seeping into my heart and spreading through my body like a fever. My headache faded into something different. I could hear the faint sound of laughter in the distance. Sensual laughter. It started low. The gentle purr of satisfaction from the back of a man’s throat, built into a hedonistic chuckle, followed by gasping and whimpering. And then nothing. Nothing. I panicked, getting up to see if anyone heard it, too, but they all sat by the fire in the dark talking as if nothing happened. 

“Hey, Roy… Did you have a bad dream?” Dinah asked. 

“Did you—? Did you hear a man?” I questioned. I couldn’t catch my breath. I forgot I’d been crying, but I must’ve looked awful. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled for breath. Ollie stood up and escorted me to my room. 

“We didn’t hear a man… Are you alright?” Ollie questioned. 

I nodded. “I must’ve had a nightmare. I’m sorry,” I apologized once I regained my composure. I climbed under the blankets and heard a faint giggle. “Ollie? Are you sure you didn’t—?” I trailed off. Ollie shook his head. 

“Want me to stay with you for a minute? You look pale,” Ollie whispered. I nodded, and Ollie sat on the bed by my side after I climbed under the blankets. I wasn’t used to him spending that much time by my side, but it was the most comfortable I felt in years. I lay on my stomach, and he gently patted my back. My lip quivered as tears forced their way out of my tightly shut eyes as I recalled the night Ollie brought me home. 

I longed for the family I knew, crying in an unfamiliar place, sulking in my newfound solitude when he startled me. He patted my back to the rhythm of a familiar lullaby. One hand. One beat. And in my mind, I was home. Then, he said something to bring me back. “We’re in this together now, Kid. I’m not going anywhere,” Ollie whispered. And tonight, he said something eerily similar. 

“I’m scared too, Speedy… But I’m with you. I’m a call away at all times,” Ollie reassured me. “You’re a good kid, Roy… I know you don’t believe me when I say it, but it’s true. I’m proud of you. Proud of my son.” It was perfectly timed. I needed to hear that more than anything. I trembled as I cried and he kept on patting. One hand. One beat. Taking me home. 

I could almost hear the singing. I relaxed, letting it lull me to sleep. That night, I dreamt of thin layers of snow on sand. Beautiful red dirt and white snow as far as the eye could see. Dusky green-grey plants dusted over with a fine layer of snow. It didn’t snow often in Arizona, but it was beautiful when it did. Ollie took me further north in California to see the snow, but it wasn’t the same. I could hear music in the distance, but I didn’t move.  I soaked in the tranquil cool of the falling snow and hummed along. I hummed myself awake, and Ollie sat beside me, half-slumped over, and snoring. 

The rain let up. What was a boisterous storm, quieted to a gentle drizzle. So, I got dressed. I didn’t care what time it was. I tied my shoes and pulled on my galoshes, creeping out with the beach umbrella, a towel, and my satchel. I left a note on the table, saying I’d gone for a walk on the beach. And that’s when it began…

[spock-smokes-weed]

I love them so much someone please free me from my prison