#trophy fic

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by @sophiainspace thank you!

Not sure if this will be in the final draft or not... but here's something from Trophy!

Barry opened his eyes “No.” He looked around, taking in his new surroundings with a mounting horror. “No, no, no, no–” The events of earlier were coming back, shattering his entire world all over again, a world that was spinning before his eyes. “No, no, no, please–” He didn’t know who he was begging, the universe, the speedforce maybe– anyone who could undo what he couldn’t.

@negative-speedforce @vexic929 @shrinkthisviolet @i-hate-happy-endings @practically-an-x-man no pressure of course !

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

On my ao3 account I booked marked Trophy with ntoes as "Zoom is mean to Barry" lol Zoom is VERY mean to Barry - Flash anon

HA! That is an apt description😂

Pretty sure I had ‘Zoom is an asshole’ at the top of the doc for a while— not sure why lmao

[ghostbsuter]

"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.

Dick stares at him. "Huh."

"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.

"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.

Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—

Huh.

"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.

Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."

Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.

In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."

And Dick understands.

Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.

"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."

Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 1

Eddie really is just that nice and friendly, but Steve is convinced that Eddie is flirting with him. He’s flirting back, less confident and more subtle than he usually would, but he’s never liked a guy that way.

Not in a way that made him really want to spend every waking moment just hearing them ramble. Not in way that made Steve want to keep him the way he wants to keep Eddie. Everything is so new. It feels, delicate. Precious.

His heartbeat quickens each time Eddie leans into his space and it’s been happening all the time now that Steve worries he’ll develop a heart condition if he doesn’t deal with it soon. When Eddie laughs and leans his face closer to his own, looks into Steve’s eyes through those lashes in a way that Steve can’t help but take a quick glance at those lips curled is mischief.

He’s always so happy to see Steve, wasting no time in bouncing his way to greet him and pull him into the conversation with an arm slung around his shoulder. Then there’s the moments of shared glances when someone says something particularly astounding. And how Eddie will make his way into Steve’s space when they sit together, throwing his feet in his lap or leaning into his side.

Sure, Eddie is friendly but not to this extent. Not with everyone else. Steve feels it. Knows it. That electricity between them that makes this thing between them different. Special.

But one day (another that Steve spends trying to work up the courage to do something), they’re in the city shopping for music in an alternative store that’s tucked away. Steve is talking to Eddie, giddy and happy because it just them today, and Eddie is nodding along while he browses through the tapes and then,

Eddie looks up and stills, eyes widening just a bit. And Steve is still rambling along, but he can tell his words are just going through one ear and out the other. He trails of caught in the middle of his story because he’s never seen this look on Eddie face.

Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, eyes alight caught in wonder and soft as he looks at something across the room and when Steve turns to see what caught his eye—

A guy stands a couple tables away looking at some vinyl and shyly smiling at Eddie in small glances. He’s a bit taller than them, dressed in black with a couple of piercings decorating his face, the sides of his head shaved short. Attractive, dementor coy and kind.

His heart skips a beat again, but it feels different this time.

Steve looks back at Eddie whose cheeks are slightly dusted in pink.

“Eddie-“

Eddie takes his lower lip between his teeth before smiling back at the guy and continuing without casting a second glance at Steve, “yeah, uh, give me a second, okay?” And he’s crossing the room without waiting for a response.

His chest. It feels…

Like those few seconds before plummeting down a rollercoaster… when your way up high, at the very top, the moment still with the anticipation of the fall, and there’s nowhere else to look but down.

You finally plummet and caught in the whiplash thinking you must have left your heart back at the top.

There’s static there on the bottoms of his feet and at the palm of his hands. The world goes a bit distant as he watches them.

Eddie’s leaning against the wall with a sultry smile adorning whatever sweet words he’s speaking.

Steve’s drowning in the honey, it’s palpable. doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that he can’t hear the words.

Eddie’s fiddling with a curl that’s draped over his shoulder, pulling it slightly over his face like a young school girl.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie appear anything but confident and loud; the image of the person in front of him is foreign, strange.

Eddie’s speaking to him but his eyes are locked on the guy’s lips that are wet from the tongue that peaks to briefly lick them as he listens.

Eddie’s shoe is nudging the guys own, as he talks, playful.

Oh.

Oh.

Mouth dry, Steve’s throat clicks.

It’s hard to swallow.

Part 2

[theredrenard]

Househusband Buck this, househusband Buck that, what about househusband TOMMY?

Give me Captain Buckley-Kinard and his trophy husband who puts silly little sticky notes in his lunch!! Please!!

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Thank you for the tag!!!

Did someone order soul-crushing angst?

Tagging: @vexic929 @frosty-the-killer-doll @alittleflashvibe @the-feral-gremlin @fantasy-things-and-such and anyone else who wants to join! apologies if any of you have already been tagged or done this already

Mini Moodboard Challenge

Finally fulfilling the tags from @fezwearingjellybananas and @lady-of-the-spirit lol thank you both!

This is for the Barry POV fic:

Oh these two 🥺 writing their catharsis from Barry’s POV is gonna hit so good (plus, some bonus scenes y’all didn’t get to see due to Morgan’s limited POV!)

Tagging: @starstruckpurpledragon @angst-is-love-angst-is-life @icedteaandoldlace @blackaquokat @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @thechaoticfanartist and anyone else who wants to!

[manchesterau]

dan is pretty trophy wife coded

i know this has nothing to do with your ask but no but fr i know...like i KNOWWWW when phil got dan on skype he was lowkey worried that dan was another catfish using a hot emo boys pic as his pfp and as soon as the picture loaded (bc shitty internet) he let out the biggest sigh of relief that he somehow snagged an unknown hot emo boy like i knowwwww he was making soo many promises to dan over text and over skype and he was proud af when dan was featured on his channel like 'yeahhhh look what i got :)'

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny steals Tim's splean

So Ra al ghul is a petty asshole, everyone knows that, so it's not that far fetched that when he cut out tim's splean he had someone collect it, put it in a solution and keep it as a trophy

This is where Danny comes in

So Clockwork send Danny to clean up some corrupted ectoplasm that leaked into one of the universes in the infinite realms

When he was there saw some weird crap but he didn't bother taking much note

Until he saw the organ in a jar, it was interesting and he wanted to show it to Sam, she would loose her mind over this

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The Batfam had no idea how to react when Ra's Al Ghul and a group of his assassins barged into Wayne Manor and asked which one of them took Tim's splean back

...

YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING SPLEAN!!!

[wyvernest]

feminism and miguel o'hara are 2 things that cannot and do not coexist in my brain at any given second, they either take turns or im dead

[uhhlifeig]

Trophy Room - Nov. 8 - word count: 308 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The trophy room was wrapped in a shroud of silence. 

Each flicker of light off of the plaques and trophies reflected a history, a moment etched into Hogwarts’s halls, but to Remus Lupin? 

It was nothing but a reminder of what he had lost.

His fingers drifted along the edges of old Quidditch cups and plaques absentmindedly until-

“Remus.”

He stilled. 

That voice- deep and familiar, warm and mischievous. It was a voice that could light up the darkest of days and haunt the longest nights. 

His breath caught in his throat as he turned, slow and uncertain.

And there he was- Sirius Black, leaning against the case of medals, dark hair framing his face in shadow and moonlight, eyes a stormy gray. 

He looked just as the other man remembered: untamed, brilliant, beautiful.

“Sirius?” Remus’s voice trembled, disbelief dripping from every syllable.

Sirius smirked. “Moony.” 

The dirty blonde felt his knees weaken, the room spinning slowly, memories colliding with the present. “You’re… here.” The words were a whisper, barely audible. 

The noiret took a step forward. “I never left you,” he said. “Are you-”

“But you did,” Remus interrupted. He let out a shuddering breath. “I woke up, and you were gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

Sirius’ expression faltered. “I- what? I would never, Moony-”

“I miss you,” the werewolf admitted. His eyes burned with unshed tears, the room blurring at the edges.

“Moony. You never lost me.”

He stepped forward, close enough that Remus could almost feel the warmth of him, smell the faint scent of smoke and something uniquely Sirius. 

But then the light shifted, the stars dipped behind the clouds, and the room seemed to pull back into itself. And Remus, standing alone in the cold- he let the tears fall, mourning the love that was forever out of his grasp.

[midnightwind]

you guys like me going off on random DA tangents and musings, right?? because I've been awake too long so you're getting another one

I have been sat here trying to figure out Why Lucanis' prison looks like a bunch of ice and why it was so far away from the "lab" settings for a while now. (arguably two rooms fit this description, the one where Lucanis tells you about Zara and the one right outside his phylactery room) Like, even without that bridge being broken, it's in such a bizarre corner of the Ossuary. And I mean, it wouldn't really matter with a normal prisoner, but Lucanis was a notorious Crow and mage killer on top of that, plus he was Zara's special little guy to fuck with. You would not want to take him for a long walk to experience the worst shit on earth every few days. Maybe it's close enough to the little room where he mentions Zara and maybe she wanted him close to the door so she didn't have to go far to torture him, but again, leaving such a challenging subject close to the exit seems like a bad choice. You want him to have to get through so many guys and doors before escaping so you have time to take him down.

This also ignores the magic required to leave, but they're not clear on what that is and not all the Venatori are mages so there's gotta be a mundane way out he could snatch off a guard. I digress, the whole ice cage and far off room doesn't make sense. But we know they were shipping demons to Zara. (I'm pretty sure the few demons you confront in Minrathous were Zara's little pets set loose so we can assume she wanted them in the capital for the eventual Venatori coup on the crown) If Zara was about to be stuck in Minrathous for the foreseeable future, setting things into motion for Elgar'nan, I could see her wanting her pet Crow at her side. Especially if you consider the initial idea for Lucanis: he was going to be a mind controlled murder puppet before you break him out.

Sure, Spite didn't crack open his ribcage and crawl out like some new horror, but having a demon in Lucanis lets her control him via the phylactery if not just outright with her blood magic. Maybe his will was too strong for mundane control, but the phylactery works. We know it works based off of Lucanis' dialogue about it. So we know she had a surefire way to keep him under control. (There's a whole other post exploring the amount of dead Venatori and the fact that Lucanis still has his leathers and weapons [which would make sense if he was Zara's murder puppet, but alas] and whether Lucanis recently made a break for it or if the loose demons/spirits/undead killed them all) Maybe he kept his leathers because Zara wanted him presentable upon delivery, I don't know.

But I do think he was being prepped to move. The Ossuary is falling apart, Zara is pulling all the best results, they're losing personnel and servants without being given more; Zara was clearly moving on from that location. But she wanted her little Antivan prize. He's too dangerous to move normally, a Crow is likely to escape if given an inch especially a skilled one like Lucanis, so they need to lock him down somehow. Ropes and chains aren't reliable, not with a Crow, but he's not a mage. You can use magic. You can literally put him on ice. I think they were packaging him up in an ice cube and doing it next(ish) to the door so they could more easily move him. I think Zara was going to take him and his phylactery to Minrathous and use him to cause some absolutely ruthless mayhem in the city before her cult took it over.

I think Rook showing up weakened the spell being cast just enough for Lucanis and Spite to break out, and I think it saved a whole lot of lives.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

...So how's your day going?

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[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

What “practically an x men” asked you…

Just

Imagining Barry trying to escape in Trophy. Is determined to free the “stranger man in the mask/Jay”. Then Zoom comes up behind him like some kinda demon, and drags him back to the cell by his hair or something.

Or in general Barry just sitting there in his cell and Zoom drags him up by the hair to force eye contact.

Grabbed by the hair is such a fun trope; I used it in chapter 1 and probably won’t stop there.

This ask is very interesting to me… for reasons I shant say

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

NOT GETTING KIDNAPPED BY THE TREES LMAO

Thanks @fantasy-things-and-such oh gods let’s see

Guy who runs super fast loses one race and his entire life falls apart within minutes.

OR (because I just thought of this)

Guy loses one race: infinite (+4) dead, 2 injured.

Lmao I’m so sorry Barry

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Writers, tell me about your story in the dumbest way possible

I’ll go first:

Superhero princesses save the world with the help of that one straight white guy who’s just happy to be here, couldn’t have done it without the fortune of a white woman defying all the odds by deciding against a gender reveal party

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Trophy

@jegulus-microfic December 18, Word count 403

Previous part First part

Regulus was enraged. Not because he was being kidnapped. No, because he’d known it was James the second his hand went over his mouth, and he hadn’t even put up a fight.

James dragged him behind a tapestry and up onto the second floor into an unused classroom. 

The second James released him, Regulus snatched his wand out of his robes and pointed it at James. He didn’t even know why he was doing it. He wasn’t mad, and he actually found it quite thrilling that he’d clearly put some thought into how to get him here because he’d been doing an amazing job of avoiding James. It had been fun slipping into secret passages with James hot on his heels. 

As he thought about the last few days, red sparks fizzled out of the tip of his wand. James flinched and Regulus felt bad. He had no idea why his magic was reacting like that. He lowered his wand and finally took in the room. 

James had moved all the tables and chairs into a circle around a collection of soft-looking blankets and cushions. On a low table, James had laid out a spread. All Regulus’s favourites were on it, including lemon tarts and squashy iced buns. 

“Did you do all this for me?” He asked, pocketing his wand and moving towards the table. He plucked a lemon tart from a plate and did something that would have given his mother a heart attack if she’d seen him. He stuck his finger right into the lemon curd and brought it to his mouth. 

He licked the thick treat from his finger in long, slow licks. He stopped when he heard a strained whimper from behind him. 

James was staring at him like he was the Quidditch cup. He’d seen the look in James’s eyes last year when he won the large trophy in their last match of the year. 

Regulus felt like torturing James a little after what he’d done, so he stuck his finger in the tart again and offered it to James. He’d never seen the boy move so fast and barely had time to snatch his hand away and pop his finger into his own mouth, taking his time to lick his finger clean. 

James stood with his mouth agape, and Regulus felt a shiver run through him. He took his finger out of his mouth and James pounced. 

Next part

[cultofasparagus]

thomas where the fuck was the feather thomas answer me right now