#>> I MAKE THE TOYS || CISCO RAMON <<

[yourthoughtsjim]

True Feelings

Cisco Ramon x reader, afab/femme

A/N: Lisne, this fic got away from me man

Warnings: daddy kink, praise, oral (both receiving), overstimulation, breeding, use of "kitten", use of powers

Word count: 3.5k+

“You’re all clear! The scans look good.” Caitlin comments as she puts the brain scanner down. Earlier that day you had been whammied by Rainbow Raider, sending you into an absolute war path. Slowly, you went and apologized to everyone you had wronged that day. You made a special point to apologize to Cisco. The one who always had your back no matter what you said or did. 

You followed him to the Time Vault where Barry had sent him to get some information from Gideon.

“Hey, Cisco? I’m really sorry for the things I said today. I didn’t mean it. I swear.” You say in a shy tone. 

“Y/N, look, I understand that Rainbow Raider got you earlier but you don’t need to say sorry. We all say and do stupid shit when we’re pissed off. Harry is just one example of that.” Cisco responds. 

“I know, I just…” You trail off. Then he pushes off the desk he had been leaning on and makes his way towards your space. Grabbing one hand, he places it on his own.

“Listen, I have known you for a little over five years. I know everything about you. I know you would never mean anything like that.” He says in a soothing tone. 

You couldn't help but look into those big soft brown eyes. “I love you.” You absentmindedly state. It wasn’t until a few seconds later you had realized what you had said. A flush of red crosses your face. 

“Baby… it was finally time for you to admit it. I see the way you look at me. With all the love and adoration in your pretty eyes.” Cisco states. 

“I… Cisco…” You once again trail off. It didn’t take long for Cisco to press his lips against yours. His hands made their way to your hips. 

The embrace was long and passionate. You almost forgot how to breathe for a minute there. You then pull away from the kiss and make a small whimper. 

Cisco gently grabs your chin and looks you in the eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything for my little princesa.” He speaks in a deep tone. 

You melt into his touch. “I want you to make me feel good.” You say in a hushed tone.

A smirk crosses the meta’s face. “Sweetheart, you need to be more specific, tell Papi where you want him to make you feel good.” 

“O-On my clit.” You once again speak in a hushed tone. 

Cisco smirks. Then you feel his hand land on your stomach and slowly trail into your pants. Soon his fingers were tracing just around your clit, teasing you. 

You squirm to try to get direct contact but it’s no use. He was good with his hands. With being an engineer and whatnot. 

A sparkle of amusement entered his eyes as he watched you struggle. It was like he was playing with his own personal toy. Seeing how long it would take for you to break and beg for it. 

He also loved the way your brows furrowed in both annoyance and desperation. Cisco took note of the way your nose scrunched up and the way you bit your lip. 

His fingers were covered with your juices and it was all from him just teasing you. He couldn’t help but imagine the way you’d be dripping all of his cock. How pretty his cock would look with your juices on it.

You finally start to get frustrated “D-Daddy… want my clit to feel good. Wanna moan for you.” You plead.

“That’s not how you ask for things, princess.” He states as he continues to tease you.

With a hot face that ran red with embarrassment “Please rub my clit.” 

“That’s a good girl.” He says while finally paying direct attention to that bundle of nerves. The sensation made you trip backwards into the wall. 

Your back arched away from the braille like wall. That’s when one of the rubs felt too good. “Fuck! Cisco…” You moan.

“That’s it. God, you’re so wet. Soaked even. I wonder how often you get this way, thinking about me.” He states before he chuckles. You look at him and he has such a cocky smirk on his face. 

“A-All the time. I’ve thought about how you’d make me cum over and over again. I’ve thought about how you’d breed me.” 

“Oh, princess. You want your Daddy to breed you, huh? Well let’s get you nice and wet first.”

Cisco put more pressure on your already sore clit. Then an idea popped into his head. He’s always wanted to see just how much control of his powers he truly had. 

Gasping, you felt strong vibrations. “Oh my god! I-I didn’t know you could, fuck, do that.”

“Neither did I, but what better test subject than you, my pretty girl?” He rhetorically inquires. 

You begin to whine as he keeps up the pace. “Papi, gonna cum!” You squeal. 

“Go on, cum.” He commands. His voice was deeper than the soft tone you had been accustomed to.

You unravel on his hand. He kept rubbing you as you rode out your orgasm. “Good girl.” He comments as he stops and deactivates his powers. 

What you didn’t expect to happen next was Cisco getting on his knees in front you. On the way down, he completely removes your pants and panties. He licks his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt. The hunger for your taste overran his senses. 

Cisco then throws both of your legs over his shoulders, pinning you against the wall. It didn’t take long for him to harshly eat you out. It was like you were his own personal snack tray. He licked your slit up and down. The sounds coming from below sounded so lewd.

Then he spelled his name on your clit, he wanted you to remember who made you feel this good. 

You didn’t know the dorky movie referencing meta had this much experience. 

No one you had previously been with had this much skill.

Your hands tangled in that soft long hair of his that you loved so much. That action earned a smile you could feel against your pussy. 

“S-Shit. Cisco. Daddy.” Was the only thing you could manage to get out. Cisco was making you see stars. It was much better compared to the red you were seeing earlier. 

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked, hard. Your eyes flutter shut and you hang your head down. He looked up and saw your tongue out, panting. 

You couldn’t squirm away even if you wanted to. His strong arms kept you in place. 

“Please, please, please…”

He detached. “Please, what?” He asks before returning to assaulting your cunt with his mouth.

“Please, make me cum! Wanna cum! I’m so fucking close.” You scream.

It didn’t take him long to do that. Letting your second orgasm wash over you, he finally stands you up. You think you’re done but he pushes you to your knees. Before you could get your senses together, his cock was in your face. 

“Go on, suck your Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” He commands. The normally soft and gentle Cisco you had known was long gone. It must have been the way you moaned his name and title that drove him to be rougher with you.

Feeling your warm mouth around his cock made him imagine how your pretty little cunt would feel wrapped around him. It made him twitch slightly in your mouth. Then you feel some precum drip into the back of your throat. 

You start off at a slow and gentle pace at first, trying to get adjusted to having something so big in your mouth. “Such a good fucking princess.” Cisco growls. 

The way he growled made your cunt clench around nothing. Then you feel hands in your hair. Cisco tangles his thick fingers in your strands. It was then he started fucking your face with force. 

The edges of your eyes filled with tears and Cisco took notice. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.” He calmly states.

Your own hands find their place on his thighs to give yourself some stability. You hummed around his cock, sending vibrations up his shaft. “Fuck, kitty, if you keep doing that, Daddy’ll cum down that pretty throat.” 

His words only encouraged you. You wanted to taste him just like he tasted you. 

“Shit…” He hisses through his teeth as he does what he said he was going to do. He came right down your throat. The warm liquid painted it.

Cisco pulls out of your mouth with a pop. You then show him you swallowed all of his cum. Not a single drop was left anywhere.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He comments pulling you up and into a kiss. You taste not only him but yourself on his tongue. 

The kiss lasted a while. The two of you were hot and sweaty but that didn’t stop either of you. Within seconds he had you pinned against the podium. “T-This is off, right? It won’t turn on?” You question as you pull back from the kiss. 

“If not, it’ll be one hell of a surprise for Barry when he looks over the video footage.” Cisco responds with a light chuckle.

The thought of, what essentially, your boss seeing you like this was an idea that you found more appealing than you’d care to admit.

Cisco took no time turning you around and bending you over. He crouches a bit, giving your slit a lick before standing back up. “You taste like heaven, mi amor.” He comments. 

Grabbing his cock by the base, he uses your juices as lube before he stuffs your tiny cunt. He groans when he bottoms out. “So fucking tight, even after I made you cum.” 

His hips meet yours with a force that you were certain would leave bruises. He leans down and gives your back a few kisses, his hair tickling you in the process. Your poor cunt was overstimulated at this point. Neither of you really cared, however.

“You’re such a good girl, letting Daddy fuck you like this. I can’t wait to do this every day.” 

“B-Belong to you now! I’m Daddy’s!” You shout.

“Of course, you do. You’re mine to do with what I please and what I want to do is make you feel so good, your legs shake.” He whispers in your ear.

Cisco snakes an arm through your arms and pins them there. Then he pulls you up, fucking you like that. This made you feel so much tighter on his cock. It also made it easier for him to hit your cervix.

You felt so unbelievably blissed out. “That’s it, my cock was made for you baby. Made to fuck you just like this.” He growls in your ear. 

It was then his other hand hovered over your clit where he let his powers activate again. This time you scream. Loud enough to echo throughout the Time Vault. 

“Papi! Feels so fucking good.”

“Oh, I know princess.”

After all these years, you hadn’t imagined that he would feel this good. The first day on the team, Cisco was the one that got your attention first. There was something that drew you to him in a way you couldn’t quite explain. 

Each day walking into S.T.A.R Labs was like torture when you had to watch him work. You did it often too, walking into his lab just to see what new gadget he was working on, imagining just how good he would be with his hands. It worsened when you found out he can play the guitar. 

Another thing that drove you crazy about him was his hair and how it was always so perfect. You had to stop yourself often from just reaching your hand out and touching it. 

You’re snapped back to the present when he thrusts particularly hard. It made you gasp. “S-Shit. Daddy. Gonna cum. Please.” You weakly state.

“Hold it.”

“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t.” You cry out.

“Go on then, but you better moan my fucking name when you do.” He commands.

And with his permission, you let yourself fall apart on his cock. “Cisco… fuck…” You groan.

Cisco wasn’t done with fucking you, though, he was still trying to find his high. Now he was fucking into you like he meant it. Your poor cervix was probably bruised at this point.

He didn’t let up on his powers either, if anything he only upped the ante. You were crying at this point. “Remember, Daddy’s got you, princess.” He reiterates his point from earlier by giving you a soft kiss on the neck. Deep down you wished he had bitten into you. Leaving his mark on you. 

Cisco finally lets your arms free and you fall forward. His powers deactivated, giving you some reprieve. 

You arch your back while holding onto the pillar in front of you. “How do you think Eobard would react to this? To me fucking you in the place he built?” He questions with a cocky tone.

“H-He’d hate it.”

He grins as his thrusts get faster. “He would. If Barry wasn’t the owner of this place, I’d leave my cum all over the place. I’ve thought about it before too.”

“N-No! Your cum belongs in me. I n-need you to breed me.” You scream out.

“What a cum hungry kitten you are.” 

“W-Wanna be your housewife. Want you to f-fuck me in t-the dining room.” 

“And you will. I’ll fuck you in every room.”

Cisco then takes a few more hard thrusts before spilling inside your abused cunt. The warm sticky liquid filled you to the brim. He must have been waiting for this day. 

He stills inside for a few seconds to catch his breath a bit. “Such a good kitten. Let Daddy make you feel even better.” 

Cisco pulls out and replaces his cock with his fingers. Fucking his cum into you. “We have to make sure it takes. Wanna turn you into a mommy.” He comments. 

“Mmm, Papi…” 

“That’s it, call me Papi, little one.”

He crooks his fingers just right to hit your g-spot, making you grind into his hand. The burn of your clit sent you wild. It was a good burn. Your head falls to the podium.

“Fuck, Daddy… make me cum again. Please I need to cum again. Wanna cum for you so many times. Wanna be a good kitty for Papi.”

“Oh, you already are. You became Papi’s good girl the moment you told me what you wanted.” 

Cisco quickened his pace along with twisting his fingers. This action made you grip the pillar for dear life. 

You couldn’t ask for permission to cum as another release washed over you without warning. “I d-didn’t ask. I’m sorry. It feels too good.” You plead with the meta.

“It’s okay, princess. Daddy’ll just have to fuck you with his cock again as punishment. Give you another load of his cum. Let it overflow in this pretty little pussy.”

He was hard again. He couldn’t wait to get back in that warm hole. It was only moments before he was. His cock once again hitting your cervix.

“God, you’re taking me so fucking well. You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?”

“Mhm!”

He wanted to see your face. He wanted to see your eyes glossed over in pure, unadulterated bliss. So, he takes his cock out and turns you around with ease. Then he puts one of your legs up against him. 

Cisco moves some of your hair out of your face before caressing it. “Such a pretty girl.” He pumps inside you on the final word. A little “O” shape formed on your mouth. “So cute.” He comments.

You couldn’t keep eye contact with him. Your head felt so heavy. Then he grabs your chin gently. “Come on, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Your vision was blurry from all of the stimulation he had put you through. “Daddy makes me feel good. Daddy takes care of me.” 

“Yes he does, princess. Daddy already knows your body.” He whispers close to your face. His hair obstructing any other place you could look. 

You kept squeezing your tight pussy around his cock. It was almost like you were trying to milk him for everything he had. 

“You just keep sucking me back in. The grip on your cunt so strong. You really wanted this, hm?” He teases.

All it took was that last taunt and you were pushed over the edge again. You had cum on his cock twice now. Twice on his fingers. 

“Cumming on my cock again? What a special little princess.” Cisco praises.

You had never felt euphoria quite like this before. Even in your fucked out state, you wanted to cum for him again.

“Think you can handle another?” He inquires.

“Yes, Papi.” You weakly answer.

“Good girl.”

He slams into you repeatedly, this time he circled your clit with his thumb. “Daddy, Daddy!” 

“Yes, kitten?”

“Good… feels good…” 

“I know sweetheart.”

He once again brings you to the brink of orgasm. With one last thrust, you two cum together. “Shit, kitten, Fuck” Cisco groans as he spills more of his cum inside you.

There wasn’t much time before you were bent over again. He had more cum to give you and you wanted it all.

He slams into you over and over again. Fucking his cum back in and trying to milk another load using your pussy. 

“That’s it, take it, take Daddy’s cock again. Gonna fill you up.” 

It was like he had turned into an animal at this point. Growling and getting rougher with each thrust. “Gonna breed this sweet cunt. You’ll be knocked up with my kid.”

“W-Wanna be! Wanna be knocked up!” You exclaim.

This time, his orgasm washed over him faster than the previous ones. The third load left you feeling so full. You swear you have a bulge from how much cum that had been stuffed in you. 

Cisco’s hand landed on your clit again. “Just one more, sweetheart. You can do it. I know you can. One last one is all Daddy wants.” He states rubbing your clit fast and hard.

“Ah! Daddy, fuck.” You whine. 

“That’s it, give it to me. Your pleasure is mine now. Every time you cum, it’s mine. Every time you touch yourself, it’s me touching you.” 

Your legs begin to shake as you near your sixth orgasm. It took everything in your power to stay standing up. 

He slows down, letting you come down from your high before removing his hand. “Good girl.” He comments, giving you a kiss on the lips.

“Are you okay?” His gentle and soft demeanor is back. 

You nod your head. You were more than okay. You were ecstatic that the man you’d worked with for the past five years had shown his true feelings about you.

He helps you get redressed. He pocketed your underwear though. “Pervert.” You jokingly comment. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.” He remarks.

The two of you looked around to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind, mainly Cisco’s cum, before you left.

Then you walk out hand in hand and head towards the cortex. The rest of the team was standing there. All of them had shocked looks on their faces. Barry’s being the most shocked.

“It’s about damn time.” Frost comments. She had been the only one who saw this coming. After all, she was the person that you were closest with during your time in Central City.

“You couldn’t have possibly seen this coming.” Iris states. 

“It’s not like she’s my roommate or anything. I hear her moaning Cisco’s name all the time.”

“Frost!” You exclaim.

“I mean, I’m not that shocked either.” Ralph follows up. “Although, I did expect it to happen earlier. Which means I’m out $50.” He rolls his eyes, pulling his wallet out. Then he took out the amount owed and passed it to Frost.

“You two made a bet?” Cisco asked.

“Well, yeah.” Frost states.

You look at each other and roll your eyes together. “I bet she sounded so pretty. Having hearing her whine and whimper through the walls had me considering fucking her myself.” 

“Frost, I swear to god.” You grit through your teeth with slight annoyance.

The idea of watching you and Frost together swam in Cisco’s head. “That would be hot. Maybe a different day.” He says.

Your face flushed a deep red. Almost akin to the shade of the Scarlet Speedster’s suit that Cisco built.

“Someone likes that idea.” Harry comments. 

“Har…” Barry shakes his head.

Harry then chuckles a bit.

“Well, we should let the new happy couple recoup from whatever happened in the Time Vault.” Iris states.

“How did you-” You’re cut off by Iris “That’s where Barry and I go most of the time. Either there or the STARchives.” 

“Oh my god…” Barry sounded exasperated. 

Then one by one over the next several minutes, each of the other members of Team Flash left S.T.A.R Labs. It left you and Cisco alone. 

“Wanna go to Jitters and then get something at Big Belly Burger?” Cisco asks.

You consider it for a second. “You’re buying.” 

“Of course, my little princesa deserves a reward for being so good.” He whispers in your ear before giving your head a kiss. 

The two of you head towards the elevator. When you arrive there, you hit the ground floor button. 

Turning around, both of you look forward before looking at each other with smiles as the door closes.

#the flash #cisco ramon #vibe #carlos valdes #dc #dc comics #nsft #brandie drinks

[firesoulstuff]

Legends ship + "Shouldn't you go and play with your friends?" "Want cuddles!"

(I'm cheating a bit because this isn't really a ship but the idea just wouldn't leave me alone!)

Gideon can't help but to smile when she sees Emmy - Behrad's recently adopted daughter - coming her way. They're at a picnic in 2022 with the rest of the "superhero community". For weeks they weren't sure they'd be able to make it, but miraculously the time stream is not falling apart at the moment so here they are. It's been a nice day, if not a bit dull for Gideon. That can't be helped though, she doesn't know anyone here very well outside of the team, and the team has very much earned the opportunity to catch up with their off-ship friends and family.

She hasn't been completely alone all day. Astra and Spooner were good about keeping her company for awhile, but eventually Astra left her to catch up with John Constantine, and Spooner just might be Cisco Ramon's new best friend. Anyway, Emmy has been running around with the other children most of the afternoon, and as she's walking over to her now she appears positively winded.

"Should I assume you're looking for your father?" She asks with a smirk as the four-year-old gets closer, face red and smile wide.

She doesn't nod, doesn't give an answer at all really. Perhaps she hasn't heard her over the sound of her own breathing. Gideon looks around, a quick scan for Behrad. He was over here not too long ago, but she does recall seeing him heading towards the West house, he may be in the restroom.

Most likely.

While she doesn't find Behrad in her search she does catch sight of Barry Allen coming out of the shed with a rather large and old storage tub in his hands and his own two children, Jenna West, Mia Queen, and Rory Snart all crowding around him. If Gideon had to guess, she would bet that tub is filled with toys.

Her thoughts, however, are interrupted by the feel of little hands grabbing insistently at the waistband of her jeans.

Tearing her eyes from the scene by the shed Gideon stoops over and lifts Emmy up under the armpits, settling her on her hip and then looking back to Barry Allen just in time to see him handing Rory a colorful ball.

While Emmy nuzzles her face into her shoulder.

Gideon chuckles, looking again to the little girl but she can't see her face.

"Are you ok?" She asks, "Shouldn't you go and play with your friends?"

"Mph." Emmy grunts, turning her face outwards, and now Gideon can see she is smiling contentedly. "Want cuddles!"

She throws her little arms up and wraps them around Gideon's neck with that, nearly choking her. Still, Gideon laughs as Emmy buries her face in the crook of her shoulder once again.

"Alright, but don't choke me."

Emmy giggles and squeezes tighter, but only for a moment, then she loosens her grip.

#fic prompt #gideon #legends of tomorrow

[autisicsophie]

Autistic Cisco Ramon

A few other's (namely....) have already given a fairly good layout of why Cisco Ramon (from the Flash) appears to be Autistic, so I'm not going to go over that again, but what I want from the Flash and the Arrowverse in general is kinda a throw away episode that they can have a bit of fun with where Beth from Stargirl and Brainy from Supergirl (both also headcannoned as Autistic) end up having to help each other and they end up in a room together and they are like "oh, these people are so much easier to talk to then my friends. Like, I love my friends, but these people I just... vibe with." (pun for Cisco there) And they end up realizing each other are doing things that they mask away, so they each slowly stop masking until they end up bouncing between like 20 conversations without stopping and all three are ranting about different things but also, completely listening to each other and on their phones playing games, not making eye contact, and someone (probably Cisco) pulls out hidden weighted blankets and sensory toys and they are just showing what peak autistic friendships can look like in the best most funny way and then someone (probably James Olsen) comes in and looks at them like they are crazy, says he just need something that is only in that room. They all froze the moment he entered the room, then he walks out and they are all masking again and it doesn't go back to how it was until Barry or Kara or Nia or Caitlin come in and grabs something and says something like "oh, good, you found each other." and walks out of the room. And that's just the end of the episode.

Of course I know that won't happen, because well there are actual tv shows and story lines they have to keep up, but I just want them to all meet and be like "Autistic friends!!"

(also, sorry there are only like, 5 periods in this whole text.)

#cisco ramon #autistic cisco ramon #autistic cisco #the flash #arrowverse

[raywritesthings]

Music and Memories

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters (with speaking parts): Laurel Lance, Oliver Queen, Cisco Ramon, Thea Queen, Barry Allen Pairing: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary:  At a joint team holiday party, Laurel coaxes some of the old Oliver she still knows and loves out for their friends to see. Songs used: 1967's "Someday at Christmas" (written by Ron Miller and Bryan Wells for Stevie Wonder) and 1977's "Keep Christmas With You (All Through the Year)" (music and lyrics by Sam Pottle and David Axelrod for Bob McGrath).

No one would call her a natural host. For one thing, Laurel usually kept herself too busy to host anything. But it had been a while since Oliver had been able to have a full Christmas party without something going wrong, and Laurel wanted it to be perfect for him this year.

She’d gotten the invitations out and received the various RSVPs back from their wide-spread group of friends. The Waverider had been the only non-response, and Laurel anticipated her sister’s crew arriving with presents and eggnog in tow sometime before March. But it was to be a full house at the mayoral residence tonight, a place Laurel was becoming more familiar with now that she spent a few nights a week here. Nevertheless, she ended up recruiting Thea’s keen eye for decorating.

“You know Ollie’s gonna like whatever you do, right?” Thea asked her as they wrapped tinsel around the banisters.

“I know, but I don’t want him to just like it. Something’s always seemed to go wrong around the holiday for him the last few years, and I want him to have the chance to kick back and enjoy himself. Open up a bit more with some friends.”

It had been strange when Laurel had first realized Oliver had a reputation amongst their larger circle of vigilantes and heroes for being intimidating. Certainly he was no wallflower, and there were few criminals who didn’t regret having met him, but it was Oliver. Even after he had returned from the island reserved and somber, she had never even entertained the thought of being nervous or afraid around him the way some from Central and even a few of the newer vigilantes who had become active in their own city were. They just didn’t know him the way she did, and Laurel hoped this party could go a ways to changing that.

Oliver came back with a tree before dark, and she was happy to see his face light up at the sight of the decorations. “This looks great, you two. Did you come across a box for ornaments?”

“Got you covered,” Thea said.

By the time they finished decorating the tree the sun had set and the catering had arrived. For how busy they were and the size of their group, Oliver had acknowledged that cooking just wasn’t going to be possible. Laurel was just glad he wouldn’t be stuck in the kitchen for half the party.

“We better get changed,” Thea said. “They should start coming any minute now.”

Laurel nodded and followed the siblings upstairs. Oliver lent her the en suite to change in since he was just trading his shirt and tie for a deep red sweater. Laurel emerged from the bathroom in the dark green velvet dress she had bought for the occasion. “Well, we’ve got the festive colors down,” she remarked.

“That we do.” Oliver took a couple steps to meet her, one hand smoothing up her back while she placed her own hand to his chest. This kind of closeness between them creates a kind of giddiness in her, still; it hadn’t been all that long ago that she thought they’d never be this way again.

The doorbell ringing interrupted the moment, and they had to make it back downstairs quickly to meet the first of their guests, Mari with a covered dish under her arm. Laurel gave her friend a side hug and directed her to the table to set it down with everything else.

For the food, they had set up a buffet of sorts with little standing tables here and there, their gathering too large to fit at a table, even if the one in the dining room nearly rivaled the old one that had been back at the Queen Manor.

More and more people filtered in; John and Lyla, minus the twins; her father; then the Flash team from Central City, which upped the noise level in the house dramatically.

Hugs were exchanged, conversations springing up in pockets here and there as people got food and found places to stand or sit and eat. Everyone was having a good time catching up with each other and about the various goings-on in their respective cities.

One thing Laurel noted with warmth in her chest was the lack of alcohol. They’d told their friends it was BYOB, but the fact that all of them had decided simply to go without for tonight was a quiet, yet deeply moving gesture to her, though she managed not to get too teary about it.

She did her best to play the part of hostess, flitting between groups here and there and checking in with each of her friends. Her dad was doing well talking shop with Detective Joe West, so she didn’t feel too badly about only stopping by him for a moment or so. She was glad the other cop had decided to come, even if he supposedly wasn’t too fond of Star City or its residents.

Laurel spotted Oliver once talking to Barry then again later standing alone by a table. She was in the middle of a conversation with Caitlin and Iris at the time, and once it had wrapped up he had moved somewhere else. She hoped it was to speak with one of their other friends.

She registered music coming from the sitting room. Apparently someone had found the piano that sat there, totally unused. It actually didn’t sound that badly out of tune. Laurel was only mildly surprised to find Cisco at the keys when she wandered into the room. Her friend had a lot of talents.

“Laurel, come over here!” Cisco’s summons accompanied by a charming grin was infectious, and Laurel made her way to the piano. “What are we singing? Good King Wenceslas?”

She shook her head with a laugh and he banged out a couple heavy-handed chords. “Maybe something a little more modern.”

“Mm-hm. Let’s do some Stevie.”

“Okay,” Laurel agreed. She knew the song; it had always been one of her favorites. And since the emergence of her powers had gifted her a good ear and a strong voice, she’d gotten more and more comfortable with using it for an audience.

Cisco started to play and took the first verse. “Someday at Christmas men won't be boys, playing with bombs like kids play with toys. One warm December our hearts will see a world where men are free.”

He nodded for her to take the next one. She placed a hand on the closed lid of the piano and drew a breath.

“Someday at Christmas there'll be no wars. When we have learned what Christmas is for. When we have found what life's really worth, there’ll be peace on earth.”

Cisco joined back in.

“Someday all our dreams will come to be. Someday in a world where men are free. Maybe not in time for you and me, but someday at Christmastime.”

She tossed her head shift her hair over her shoulder and happened to catch Oliver’s eyes across the room. Others were standing around, swaying to the music and smiling, but the sheer tenderness in his gaze as he watched her stole her breath for a second. Laurel almost missed coming back in.

“Whoa, someday at Christmas there'll be no tears. When all men are equal and no man has fears. One shining moment one prayer away from our world today.”

She couldn’t seem to look away from Oliver now. Maybe, in a way, she wanted to be sure he heard this. How many times had he struggled to keep going or felt like he was losing his way? He judged himself so harshly for not being able to save everyone or stop every disaster. What they did for their city, it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t for the short-term. They were fighting now in the hopes that they were making a better future for those who came next, and that didn’t have to mean it was hopeless even if they never saw it themselves.

“Someday all our dreams will come to be. Someday in a world where men are free. Maybe not in time for you and me, but someday at Christmastime. Someday at Christmastime.”

There was a good deal of clapping from their friends, almost all of whom had found their way to the sitting room at this point to listen. They stood or sat in clumps around the room, all except Ollie who was back against the wall on his own. Laurel thought for a moment, then came up with an idea, turning to Cisco.

“Can you look up a song really quick for me and wing it?” Laurel leaned in and whispered her plan quickly, causing Cisco’s eyes to light up as he nodded and grabbed the tablet for some research.

Laurel stood straight and crossed the room towards where Oliver stood. “That was beautiful,” he told her, and she ducked her head with a pleased smile.

“Hold the praise. I’m about to do something you might not like.”

“Oh?”

Laurel held out her hand, and she was gratified that he took it even if he was raising an eyebrow at her while doing so. She led him back over towards the piano.

“Okay, everyone,” she called out, waiting for the general chatter of voices to die down a little. “Thank you all so much for coming out and for making this truly a happy holiday for all of us.”

“We really appreciate it,” Oliver added, which she’d been hoping for.

“Christmas is Ollie’s favorite holiday, and I actually know what his favorite Christmas song was from back when we were growing up…”

Oliver turned his head sharply towards her, but Laurel wasn’t done.

“And I’m hoping that he will agree to sing it with me for you all tonight.”

A great whoop of excitement went around the room, accompanied by scattered laughs and giggles. Barry in particular looked like his Christmas had just arrived a few days early.

“Do it, Ollie!” Thea called from her perch on the arm of the couch. It seemed to kick off a scattered chant of “Do it, do it!” around the room.

Oliver looked down at her, attempting to appear stern. “Really?”

“Come on. It’s Christmas,” she reminded him.

He hung his head for a moment, then held out a hand to quiet the chanting that had only grown louder and more unified. “Cisco, do your worst.”

“You got it,” their friend replied with an ear to ear beam. 

“I’ll start it off for you,” Laurel promised softly as the opening chords were played. “When Christmas time is over and presents put away, don't be sad. There'll be so much to treasure about this Christmas day and the fun we've had.”

She nodded at him encouragingly, and with a sigh, he joined in, a little rough but mostly on pitch. “So many happy feelings to celebrate with you, and, oh, the good times hurry by so fast. But even when it's over there's something you can do to make Christmas last.”

“I love this so much,” Cisco remarked as he swiped to the next page for the chorus.

“Ollie, is this Sesame Street?” Barry asked, looking up from his phone which he’d clearly been using for a quick search.

Oliver nearly pulled away, but Laurel slipped her arm around his waist. “Keep Christmas with you all through the year. When Christmas is over, you can keep it near. Think of this Christmas day when Christmas is far away.”

To her relief and delight, Thea stood up and pressed herself to Oliver’s other side, joining in with her own voice. Apparently she could still remember this, too.

“Keep Christmas with you all through the year. When Christmas is over save some Christmas cheer. These precious moments—” with his sister’s support, Oliver had joined back in, and she felt him wind his own arm around her waist, drawing her into his side. “—hold them very dear. And keep Christmas with you all through the year.”

Cisco had started singing along as he played as well, and over by the tree she saw her dad grinning fondly at their group while Joe West looked on them with total bemusement, stunned, she supposed, at seeing the Green Arrow this way.

“Christmas means the spirit of giving

Peace and joy to you. The goodness of loving, the gladness of living; these are Christmas, too.”

Barry had his phone out still and was sharing it with Caitlin and Iris to read the words off the screen while Mari came up to the piano to read over Cisco’s shoulder. John and Lyla seemed to know the words on their own, and the whole room was ringing with their combined voices by the end.

“So, keep Christmas with you all through the year. When Christmas is over save some Christmas cheer. These precious moments, hold them very dear. And keep Christmas with you all through the year.”

Cisco ended his playing with a great flourish, and cheers and clapping went up around the room, “Merry Christmas!” shouted here and there.

“That didn’t hurt much, did it?” Laurel asked quietly.

“No,” Oliver said, and she felt his lips press against her temple. “Not at all. Thank you.”

There friends were all lining up to share their favorite carol or song with Cisco to look up, and though their voices would no doubt be hoarse by tomorrow, Laurel knew it was worth it seeing Oliver, alight with happiness in the center of the room the way she knew he still could be.

#lauriver #lauriverholidays2020 #laurel lance #oliver queen #arrow #green arrow #black canary #my writing

[natsukitakama]

Headcanon : Celebrate Valentine’s day with the Wells

Author note : I know this wasn’t on my list but I couldn’t stop thinking about that so here we go hope you’re going to enjoy it ! 

It may have been a lot longer for Harry my apologize  : I am going to include Eowells too cause why not ? 

I hope HR wasn’t too OOC it took me time to write his part cause I haven’t seen season 3 since a long time ago

i do not own those gifs so credit to owners 

Warning : slight mention of NSFW / I tried to be gender neutral

Eobard Thawne as Harrison Wells

At the very beginning of the week he didn’t plan to celebrate Valentin’s day. Its not like he doesn’t love his kitten 

Buuuut they weren’t a part of his plan and yet he let them be a part go his life. However they couldn’t stop him from his plan : especially when he was so close to go home 

Yet let’s say some people (Cisco) decided to decorate the whole lab with a lot a of Heart a cute cupidon and also some sweets like chocolat 

It wasn’t wrong to say the whole mood was oriented about Valentin’s day 

So do you 

You weren’t a huge / desperate romantic like some membre of the team flash (we’re talking about you Barry & Cisco) but it was good to say you were pretty excited. 

It will be your first Valentin’s day with Harrison Wells your amazing boyfriend. Since all the things who happen to him you though he deserves some good quality time 

And of course being the good calculator he was Eobard knows about that. The way you were so excited and so focus to prepare the most precious day for him has definitely melt his heart 

He just couldn’t not celebrate that with you. 

Spoil is the key word 

He gave you so many gifts and compliments : Eobard has dedicated the whole day to you : literally 

it all started with a cute breakfast a lot of cuddle before going to work 

Blow a wink time to time 

Sharing a coffee 

A lot of holding hand and knuckle’s kiss when no one was watching

You thought Barry could be gross with his PDA ? Think about it, It’s like both of you were the only one on earth 

You definitely have a big belly burger together (he even share his fry with you)

He bought you a gorgeous ring which he gave you with a red rose 

A lot flirting this day more than usual 

And then the night begin

You were so nervous about the meal but you work so hard (he saw you) you wanted everything to be perfect for him

Classical music candle a dress (he will never the way that dress was good on you). The dinner was nothing but sweet like the day

« It’s really delicious Y/N I do not deserve you » 

« Thank you but it’s not a big deal » 

« Don’t Y/N it was »

After a good day fighting meta you definitely deserve a cute night together 

Like I said the day was dedicated to you : so be ready for a night of love about you 

WORSHIP/100 

You made sweet love this night 

And at the end of the night he gave you the most precious gift 

3 words 

« I love you Y/N » 

He means it 

You will probably question his sincerity in the futur 

But he was 

Earth 2 Harrisson grumpy wells 

Not all people know that : But Harry is actually a romantic dude 

Of course he claimed he wasn’t « I am not a teenager anymore Ramon » 

But we know better 

Despite his 7 phd he couldn’t organise the day. Not that he sucks about organization quite contrary 

But all he wants was to make the better Valentin’s day you never have,  cause deep down he was still selfconcious about your relationship 

I mean you were so incredible gorgeous … 

And he was him grumpy and a DAD 

Not that you mind 

But still he couldn’t erase the feeling on his heart : he doesn’t deserve you 

So during the whole week before the big day he was tensed. Like more than usual : Let’s say he was grumpy x 10000 

He took two days to Cisco to realize what’s going on (cause he was sick to work and being hurted by a marker every time). Since he knows his friends he decided to confront him directly 

First Harry denies everything « I am angry because you weren’t work harder enough » « I’ve the feeling it’s something about th 14th February » « I don’t know what you’re talking about Ramon »

After a argument or two about how stubborn he can be Harry confess : Yes the reason he was so tensed and so grumpy was you he wanted everything to be perfect and he may stress him too much. Cisco listen all the thing and give him a simple advice “be yourself” which Harry thought was ridiculous what does that even mean ?

And then you came by his side knowing by team flash your boyfriend was upset about something. Which definitely concern you. 

when he saw you coming for him to cheer him up that he understands what Cisco wanted to mean 

So your day was pretty simple and yet unforgettable 

First when you wake up Harry was still by your side to cuddle with you (while other time he prepares himself to go working). You guys have breakfast on the bed close to each other talking about everything 

You take a hot shower together (and I am not talking about the temperature of the water) 

Both of you go to work and then have a big belly burger together 

Then the night begin 

Before leaving your job you saw a text on your phone : « let’s celebrate properly go to see the box in your bedroom ». Curiosity help you to go faster on your home. You saw a gorgeous velvet dress with a necklace that look expansive 

Then you got another text « I’ll take you at 7pm ». Which leave you one hour to make yourself pretty for this mysterious night 

And as planned Harry was at your home at 7pm with a particular thing on his hand and his gorgeous suit with white shirt : it was a vibe’s tool to go to his earth. 

In fact he planned to spend the whole night with you on his earth. Your date was really cute : first he took you to a very famous restaurant on his earth not without showing you in compliment then you have walked on a parc which was illuminated by the light of the stars. 

Both of you have nothing but love for each other 

When you go home the celebration begin : Since he wasn’t good with his words especially when it was about feeling he decided to show you how much you mean to him in bed 

You were never that satisfied before 

Sure Harry was an amazing lover 

But this night was different it was like he was saying all of his love by every touch every kiss every caress was a way to say «  I love you » 

He loves you like he thought he couldn’t anymore 

After this passionate night you talk about the day especially how sweet he was and how you didn’t deserve his kindness to you 

« Don’t be silly Y/N you’re my everything … *blush* I-I mean with Jesse too » 

He may wasn’t confortable with showing his feeling but when he does it worths it `

HR Wells 

Unlike Harrison and Harry it’s been a whole month Since HR knows how to spend the day with you 

He has already bought your gift planned the meal etc

He just couldn’t wait but to be at 14th 

With Cisco and other membre of team flash he decided to make a full decoration for the big day. A lot of heart everywhere much to Harry’s chagrin (too childish according to him) 

You barely go into Star labs that you saw a big bouquet of rose on your desk with a lovely note « to my lovely Y/N the person I couldn’t live without » 

But that was just foreplay 

HR goes as fast as he could to Jitters to create your own (favorite drink) and then go back to star lab with 

« Oooh HR this is way to sweet how did you call it ? » « Sweet Y/n » 

Your heart couldn’t melt more at this poin. But that’s wasn’t enough. After working on a huge physics problem for Harry you felt two heavy and yet fluffy arm on your back : it was a big teddy bear wearing the same hat as HR « I thought he could be there with you when I am working with team flash like a number 2 » « no one can remplace you HR but thanks he is pretty”

But gift wasn’t enough to express all the love he has for you so HR cook you a delicious date meal for your lunch time. Which was incredible « I didn’t even know you can cook » « I am full of surprise *wink* » 

Basically you spend the whole day cuddle and flirting. It was a way too PDA even for Barry/Iris so you were temporarily exclude from work 

It gave you a lot of time if you know what I mean 

Beside the whole passion time 

It gave a lot of time to make a lot of activity 

Going to the carousel together taking a lot of photo 

Eat a ton of toffee apple 

Watch a romantic movie at theatre 

Go shopping (please he would do anything to admire you by any angle while wearing dress or even better lingerie) 

Then you go on an intimate restaurant you never eat before

It was both chil intimate and quite romantic : lot of color led some velvet chair 

By the end you go home with a lot of star on your eyes because of this sweet day with your boyfriend 

«  I love you HR » 

« I love you too Y/N »

Sherloque 

So apparently French people is seen as romantic 

Not sure if he could be described as romantic 

Let’s say he has is own version of romanticism 

He already prove with his ex wife that he could be a mess when it was about showing emotion by action 

But for you he decided it won’t be the same 

« Cisco mon ami, could you help me with the way you express l’amour here? » « Wait what ? Are you asking me advice about seduction » « yeah you still crying about your breakup  nevermind » « ok fair Sherlock » « SherloQUE » « Yeah yeah nevermind how about buy them something they like cooking meal just enjoying a chill day no Cicada no case to solve you know ? Just FOCUS on her ? » 

So did he 

While you were busy chatting with other girl he took advantage of it and go to central city for some shopping 

Bought you everything that remind him you : black lace lingerie (not sure if it was for his pleasure or yours), camellia, book that you once said want to read , chocolat, and some toys for the night 

He made a gorgeous box with he put on your bed and then proceed to text you « Let’s celebrate Valentin’s day together xoxo SherloQUE » 

You got the text while taking to Cisco even though he couldn’t see your phone he just give you the « go have fun girl » smile 

When you back to your home you saw a lot of rose petal on your stairs to what you believe was your bedroom 

So you play the game and follow those petals

You weren’t ready for this 

When you went to your bedroom you were hit by the glorious picture of your boyfriend : Sherloque was laying on your bed shirtless with nothing but his pant on there were some candle and your Buch of camellia  

You were taken aback by this picture : the way he looks so hot and yet so adorable 

All you thought was to take your cloth and jump to him. But he stopped you 

« Go see the bathroom mon amour »

Which you did without a second thought 

You found the sexy lingerie he bought earlier and some oil 

When you went back to the bedroom with nothing but the underwear and the oil it was Sherloque’s turn to be breathtaking by your glorious figure 

« Tu es magnifique » 

You were sure a blush mess at this point but nevermind 

You joined Sherloque for the most intimate night you both share 

After literally broke the bed 

Sherloque dedicated the day to you as Cisco say to him he has to focus on you and only you which he did. And it was gladly appreciate 

You know your boyfriend loves you but sometimes he got super excited by a case he may forgot to give you attention 

So when he told you he’ll spend the whole night chilling with you 

You knew he was the one 

You decided to watch a lot of movie and série about murder and investigation just to see your boyfriend get super excited and focus about it. Plus he tends to cuddle you a lot when you watch movie together 

You read a lot of book and initiative him to Harry Potter and some video games 

By the end of the Day sherloque wanted to surprise you by cooking the meal. Despite the whole smoking it was good 

Before going to bed for some sleep he took your hand and look at you right in your eyes

« Y/N I know sometimes I may have been too focus on the case mais I want you to know that je t’aime I mean I love you like a lot I-I thought I will always be miserable in love but you prove me I was wrong and for once it felt good » 

Here the translation for Sherloque : 

Mon ami : my friends 

L’amour : love 

Mon amour : my love

Tu es magnifique : you are gorgeous or You are breathtaking 

Je t’aime : I love you

I hope you have a beautiful day with your significant other or on your own enjoying your life ! It’s actually 11 pm for me I am super tired but wanted to writing it down and publish it so I hope you enjoy it too ! ♡ 

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[jade4813]

Sparks Fly, Chapter 12

Title: Sparks Fly

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Everybody knows sparks fly whenever Barry Allen and Iris West are together. Their mutual animosity is legendary. But when Iris returns to Central City to investigate recent sightings of a mysterious red streak, she discovers a hero she just can’t resist…and Barry struggles to hide the unrequited feelings he can’t deny.

Chapters: 12/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

“I’m not going anywhere,” Iris breathed against his mouth. She ducked her head to kiss him again when an alarm caused her to jerk upright. Looking around, she saw Barry’s phone sitting on his nightstand. It was emitting a loud buzz, as the screen flashed red.

“This isn’t happening,” Barry breathed, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. “Please tell me this isn’t happening right now.” He opened his eyes and groaned when he saw the curious expression on her face. “It’s my Flash alarm.” She chuckled, even as she climbed off his lap. “Your Flash alarm?” She didn’t waste time waiting for him to explain. “It’s okay. Go. Do what you need to do. We can…continue this later.”

He threw her a sheepish smile; then there was a gust of wind and he was gone. “Okay, that’s going to take some getting used to,” she breathed.

As the silence fell throughout the apartment following his exit, she tucked her feet under her and mulled over the questions that had haunted her before. How had he known that Barry would become the Flash? Even if his purpose was to keep the two of them apart, how had he known to target her family long before she and Barry ever met? There was only one explanation that made sense, if “making sense” had a very liberal interpretation.

She didn’t know how long Barry would be gone, so she jotted him a quick note before grabbing her shoes and slipping them on. Iris wasn’t good at sitting still when there was work to be done, so she might as well, and she had some errands to run while Barry was otherwise occupied.

A while later, Iris breezed through the front doors to the Central City Picture News, her steps brisk as she headed to her desk. Her hands still clutched her bag to hide the tremble that lingered following her trip to her apartment. She’d told herself that she was strong and brave, that she wouldn’t be driven out of her own home, as she headed up to the apartment she’d cherished mere hours before. But as soon as she stepped through her front door, her breath had seized in her chest, escaping in shallow pants as her entire body began to tremble.

Her home, the place that she had loved, no longer felt safe. It no longer felt like home. She didn’t know if it ever would again. But, still, she forced herself to go through the motions of cleaning up, forcing herself to linger when everything in her wanted to flee.

When she’d spent enough time to feel confident she’d proved her point – if only to herself – she gathered what notes she could and shoved them into a bag. Then, slinging the bag over her shoulder, she headed out to the office. Of course she knew that no amount of people could keep her safe if the Man in Yellow wanted to attack her again. Still, there was something comforting about not being alone.

At the office, she tucked her bag safely into her desk as she dropped into her seat. She’d take it back with her when she returned to Barry’s apartment, for the two of them to dig into together later. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t get started on some research now. Her theory was so outlandish, so incredible, she didn’t even want to mention it to Barry until she’d worked it out a little more.

Glancing around the newsroom, she didn’t see her target so she called out, “Hey, Steve? You seen Carla?” Carla was the science editor, and she had hoped to get some basic background information before digging in further.

“I think she’s out at a conference,” he called back to her.

“Damn,” she muttered under her breath, then jumped when she heard Mason speak over her shoulder.

“She won’t be back until next week. You got something?”

Iris forced a smile. “Not sure yet. Still working through it.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and leaned against her desk. “What happened to your neck?”

She raised her hand to her throat self-consciously, re-adjusting the scarf she’d donned to cover her bruises. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. But the minute I know I’m on to something, you’ll be the first to know.”

He grunted. “You might ask Dr. Wells for his thoughts. He was meeting with some board members today, but he’s supposed to swing by the newsroom after.”

“That’s all right. It’s just background info; I’d hate to waste his time.” She still didn’t know what it was about Harrison Wells that she found so disquieting, but maybe now wasn’t the time to ignore her instincts. Anyway, she knew someone who might be able to give her what she needed. If he was willing to take her call.

Shooting a quick look around the newsroom to make sure nobody was listening in, she browsed through her contacts to pull up his number, using her landline to dial his office before she could have second thoughts.

“Ramon speaking.” The voice, slightly distracted, carried over the wire.

“Hey, Cisco. It’s…uh…it’s Iris. Iris West.” Several seconds of silence followed her introduction, but he didn’t hang up on her immediately, so she assumed that was a good sign. “I need some background on something, and I was hoping you could help me out.” Another long silence stretched between them. “It’s something I’m working on with Barry.”

“With Barry? Really?” Now his tone turned suspicious, but she couldn’t blame him. He was Barry’s best friend, fiercely loyal to him, and was therefore not particularly fond of her. “I find it hard to believe.”

She laughed, the sound shaky and breathless. “I understand. Things with Barry are…well, they’re complicated.”

He chuckled in return, his voice softening slightly as he replied, “Well, that I will believe. What’s so important to justify a truce between you two?” He paused a second, then asked, “You found a new metahuman?” Like a child discovering a new toy, there was unmistakable excitement in his voice, though she could tell he was trying to hide it.

It didn’t seem worth going into the strange sequence of events that had transpired between herself and Barry over the last few days, so she dodged the first one to focus on the second, instead. “You’ve read my articles. I’m surprised.”

“All right. You got me. I’m a huge fan of the Flash,” he confessed, sounding a bit sheepish. “Can I ask you a question? What’s he like in person?”

If that wasn’t a loaded question. “He’s…amazing. Fearless. Everything you’d want a hero to be,” she admitted. “So, will you help me?”

“You’re really working with Barry on this?”

“I really am,” she reassured him.

“All right. What do you need?”

She chewed her lower lip. was almost embarrassed to ask, since her theory still sounded too outlandish for most people to believe. Sucking in a deep breath, she plunged ahead. “What do you know about time travel?”

“Time travel?” he sounded surprised at first, but his tone quickly shifted to curiosity. “You think there’s a metahuman who can travel through time?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” she admitted. “Would that even be possible?”

He let out a low whistle. “Well, that’s a little complicated. How much time do you have?”

Leaning back in her chair, she smiled into the phone. “Give me the basics, and we’ll go from there.”

“Okay, so some believe that time travel could be possible if you could move faster than light. I’m not sure even the Flash can move that fast. And, of course, Einstein’s equations indicated that an object at the speed of light would have infinite mass, which would make it physically impossible. Still, some have piggybacked off his equations and still believe it could be done. Theoretically.

“There’s also the theory that time travel could be possible if you could create wormholes between points in space-time. Now, nobody’s ever actually witnessed a wormhole before, as far as I know, but I think more people find that theory more credible. The problem is that most scientists believe those wormholes would be too unstable to carry a person and would collapse too quickly to support a time traveler. Unless that person could move incredibly fast, I guess. It’s all pretty theoretical, though. Even if wormholes could exist, we don’t have the technology to create them.”

“But maybe a metahuman could,” she mused, tapping her pen against her lower lip. She’d been jotting down notes while he spoke, and now she wondered if her theory was as ludicrous as it had initially seemed. Cisco didn’t think the Flash could move faster than light, but the Man in Yellow had proven that the scarlet speedster might not have plumbed the full potential of his abilities.

“Theoretically,” he admitted. “Anyway, there are other possibilities, but those seem the most plausible. I can pull some stuff together for you, if you’d like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“No problem. I’ll drop it by Barry’s later. As long as you let me know if anything comes of it.”

“It’s a promise.”

She hung up the phone and turned to her computer, pulling up her browser. For the next few hours, she lost herself in research on the theories of time travel, printing off page after page to take back to Barry. A lot of it went over her head at first glance, but she had no doubt he could help her make sense of it. For the first time, maybe she and Barry would get the edge over the man who had terrorized her most of her life.

“Iris. Mason said I might be able to help you with some questions.”

She stiffened at the sound of his voice, forcing a smile even as she turned in her chair. “Dr. Wells,” she greeted him, trying to hide her wince as she glanced at the clock. She’d lost track of the time; she’d meant to head back to Barry’s hours ago. “It’s nothing, really. I was just doing some preliminary research. I don’t want to waste your time…”

His gaze shifted over her shoulder to her computer screen, ignoring her protest. “Time travel? Personal interest, or is this for a story?” He seemed amused, the edges of his mouth twitching into a smile.

“Bit of both, actually.” Shifting in her chair, she threw him a thoughtful look. She found him unsettling, but he was a brilliant scientist. Since he was here anyway, what was the harm in getting his perspective? “So, what’s your take? Is it possible?”

“I think just about anything is possible,” he replied with an offhand shrug. “But you’re asking the wrong question. The question isn’t whether a person could travel through time. It’s what happens next.”

Tilting her head to the side, Iris considered his cryptic comment. “What do you mean? Oh, you mean like the butterfly effect? You travel far enough back in time, you can step on a bug and somehow it stops your grandparents from being born?”

He smiled at her, the expression surprisingly genuine. “I always knew you were clever. And, yes, something like that. Of course, it doesn’t have to be that far back. Go back in time two hours, turn left instead of right, and you never meet the love of your life. Go back a year and save a random stranger from being hit by a car, one thing leads to the next and hundreds die who should have lived. Who knows what the consequences could be? If even the smallest action can have unimaginable consequences, then the bigger the act…”

He let his voice trail off, so she finished the thought for him. “The more significant the changes.”

“Exactly.”

She nodded as she mulled over his theory. Like dominoes falling, one change would lead to the next, which would lead to the next. An endless string of consequences from one act. If the Man in Yellow had travelled into the past, the minute he murdered those police officers, he set off a chain of events that even he wouldn’t be able to predict ahead of time. If that were the case, she wondered what her life would have been – should have been – without that fateful act.

But if the Man in Yellow could travel through time, surely the Flash could too. Was it really possible? Could he perhaps go into the past and stop the Man in Yellow, end this chain of falling dominoes before the first one even toppled?

“Do you think it could ever be worth the risk?” she asked softly, as much to herself as to him. “Going back into the past and changing one thing. Not knowing what would come from it. Would it ever be worth it?”

“Depends on why I’m doing it, I suppose. I think some things are worth a little risk. Don’t you?”

She lifted one shoulder in a shrug, unsure of how to respond but unwilling to let the subject go. “All right, so say you wanted to go back in time and do something. Something big. Say you wanted to stop a serial killer before they even claimed their first victim. Is there any way you could do it and reduce the domino effect?”

The look Dr. Wells threw her was thoughtful. When he finally answered, he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “That’s a good question. You know, there’s another theory that time is like…like a living thing. With a sort of consciousness that surpasses our understanding. Each time someone travels back in time and changes something, it creates a fracture that this force would try to repair. If that’s true, and this force has a consciousness, then there are things it wants to have happen. No matter what you try to do to stop it, it will act against you to protect that moment or that event. Recreating it over and over and over, no matter what changes you make. And if that’s true, I think…if you really want to erase that moment…or that person…maybe you’d have to remove it from the timestream completely.”

“What do you mean?”

He stared at her for a long moment, then cleared his throat and rolled his chair backwards slightly. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m just rambling. Anyway, it’s all theoretical. Most people – most scientists, even – would say it’s impossible.”

She laughed. “Haven’t you heard? I believe in the impossible.”

“That you do,” he replied cryptically in an undertone. “That you do.”

Something in the air between them had changed, putting Iris more on edge around him than she was usually. So, not wanting to be rude, Iris straightened in her chair and made a show of glancing at her watch before jumping to her feet. “I’m sorry, I just realized I’ve lost track of time. I really should get going. But thank you. You gave me a lot to think about.”

“Don’t mention it,” he replied affably, but she could feel his eyes on her as she reached over to turn off her computer. Throwing him a tight smile, hurried out the door, so distracted by their conversation that she didn’t realize she’d forgotten her notes until she was standing outside of Barry’s building. With a curse, she turned to retrace her steps. And that was when she saw him. The Man in Yellow.

Since he’d known where she lived, she had no doubt he knew she had disregarded his warning and was on her way to see Barry. But if he was about to murder her as he had Officers Neely, Cross, and Peterson – like he had murdered her father – than the least she could do was to make her final moments ones that would have made her dad proud. She would try to be brave.

“If you’re going to kill me, then do it,” she said, proud to find that her voice barely trembled. “But I won’t live in fear of you. Ever again.”

He laughed, the sound somehow more terrifying than his threats the night before. Then, faster than a blink, he moved, racing straight toward her. Iris felt him lift her off her feet carrying her as he ran so fast that she would have wondered how the air wasn’t ripped from her lungs if she was entirely certain her fear would allow her to breathe anyway.

Then he threw her, and Iris was convinced she was about to die. But out of the corner of her eye, as her body was flung backwards, she saw what looked like a black void open around her, swallowing her whole.

Iris landed hard, and she waited for the Man in Yellow to return and finish what he had started. When he didn’t, Iris sat up slowly, still somewhat dazed. She had to have hit her head harder than she realized, she decided, because she could swear she found herself in her father’s living room. It was exactly as she remembered, down to purple stain on the edge of the coffee table, left behind when Iris had gotten a little too enthusiastic with a paint project when she was younger.

“Hello, baby.”

She knew that voice. A sob caught in the back of her throat as Iris turned to see her father sitting on the couch, watching her with eyes both older and sadder than they were in her memory. But it couldn’t be him, could it? He was dead. Her voice was little more than a whimper when she asked, “Dad?”

#sparks fly #fanfiction #my fanfiction #westallen #enemies to lovers au #barry allen #iris west #the flash

[3mmafr0st]

My NSFW Challenge

as someone whose only written smut like twice, imma try this. 

You guys pick a number or two and a character/s from my list and I’ll write something up. Once I finish something I’ll link it to the corresponding number.

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Group Sex

Anonymas Sex

Public Sex - What I Needed (Nick Scratch x Reader)

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Primal Play

Suction Play

Anal Sex

Double/Triple Penetration

Breath Play

Genital Worship

Body Worship

Face-Sitting

Face-Fucking

Chastity - Denial (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Orgasm Control

Sensory Deprivation

Sensory Stimulation

Corseting

Voice Kink

Hypnotism

Wax Play

Flogging

Paddling

Spanking

Humiliation

Sadism/Masochism

Bondage

General Dom/Sub

Age Play

Blood Play

Knife Play - Loki, the Little Shit (Loki x Reader)

Situation Play

Con/NonCon and Dub/Con

First Time - Truth Or Dare (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Doggy Style

Mutual Masturbation - Other Ways (Nicholas Scratch x Reader)

Surprise Visit

Overly Dramatic Gesture

On A Dare - Truth Or Dare (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Birthday sex

Distraction Sex - Distraction (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Rough Sex

Roleplay

Gags

Begging

Prompter’s choice

Small Space - Ego Shattering (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Dirty Talk

Against the wall

Bathtub/Hot Tub Sex

Cuddly Sex

Emotional Sex

Fingering

Fighting/Angry Sex

Hair Pulling

Half Dressed Sex

In Front Of A Mirror

Lingerie

Mutual Pining

Dry Sex - Party Fun (Tony Stark x Reader)

Shower Sex

Shy - A Little Bit Of Music (Ralph Dibny x Reader)

Size Difference

Skirts/Thigh High Socks - Party Fun (Tony Stark x Reader)

Skype/Phone Sex

Sleepy Sex

Strap On

Wedding Night

Make Up Sex

Break Up Sex

Spooning

Couch

Sex Toys

Cross Dressing

Kissing

Discovering Boundaries (Setting Rules)

Oral Sex

Something New

Romantic Evening

Sex Game - The Perfect Game (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

No Speaking

Teasing

Clubbing

Almost Getting Caught - Don’t Touch The Hair (Cisco Ramon x Reader)

Inappropriate Location

Morning Sex - My Favourite Girl (Charlie Weasley x Reader)

Spontaneous Sex

Casual Sex

Pushing Boundaries

I Love You - The Perfect Game (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Chair Sex

Loud Sex/Knowing Someone Can Hear

In A Really Dirty Place

Leather And Metal

Comfort Sex

Getting Caught - Tom-Fuckery (Leo Valdez x Reader)

Outdoors

Filming Themselves - Summer Nights (Tony Stark x Reader)

Involving A Hooker

Hot and Cold Play

After An Injury - Distraction (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

In/By A Swimming Pool - Summer Nights (Tony Stark x Reader)

Smutty/Sloppy/Dirty Sex

Calming Others With Sex

Drunk

Quickies

Needy/Clingy Sex

Really Rough, Shove-y Sex

Sex Marathon

On A Plane

By The Fire

Plugs

Silly Giggly Sex

While One Of Them Is On The Phone

I will do multiple fics per prompt so if you see one filled in, you can still request.

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[takaraphoenix]

So I had a question and I don't think it's been asked before. If there was a Miraculous Ladybug Crossover with the MCU, who would the Miraculous go to? Same with DC/Arrowverse? Just the Kwami that we've seen be used (Ladybug, Cat, Fox, Turtle, Bee, Peacock, Butterfly, Money, Snake, Mouse, Dragon, Horse, and Rabbit)

No, that question has not been asked before. The only one I got about Miraculouses was to rearrange them among the in-universe characters. Okay, let’s try this!

Ladybug: Tony Stark | Kara Danvers

Ladybug’s powers are about creation, no one created more than Tony Stark. Also the incredibly quick-on-your-feet deductions Ladybug has to make to use her Lucky Charm to tinker away and find a way to use it is a perfect fit for Tony.

Look. It is incredibly hard to find the perfect fit for the most powerful one in the franchise so I suppose the sunshine genius gets to be the creator and team-leader, even though Kara wouldn’t keep any of her canon powers then.

Cat: T’Challa | Kate Kane

Feels very on the nose, but Black Panther’s gotta be the black kitten.

Am I letting personal ship-feelings influence this? Yes. Am I letting the wears-all-black-and-acts-as-the-opposite-of-Ladybug aesthetic influence this? Hell yes. The Bat is a Cat now, I don’t make the rules, I just play by them.

Fox: Loki Friggason | Mari McCabe

Illusions and magic are close enough and the trickster element sure fits Loki.

I know the Arrowverse kind of... forgot... that Mari exists (or maybe she doesn’t anymore considering they fucked her grandma Amaya’s timeline over big time??), but clearly she who can summon animal spirits and calls herself Vixen gets the Fox Miraculous. Maybe all the animal-powers would in this case be illusions then.

Turtle: Steve Rogers | James Olsen

Does this one even need an explanation? Like, in both cases? ;D

Bee: Natasha Romanova

I’m not a 100% on this one, but I suppose that this and its powers work for Nat.

Peacock: Wanda Maximoff | Nia Nal

Fucking with emotions is Wanda’s expertise.

And, in a way, I do think that it would also fit for Nia’s dream-powers (and definitely for her color-scheme). It’s also fit J’onn, I guess, but I think that J’onn fits the Butterfly better so Nia gets this.

Butterfly: Nick Fury | J’onn J’onzz

Feels like a Nick Fury thing; the communication, the “finding people to recruit” element.

This also feels the closest to J’onn’s telepathy so I’m taking it for the Martian Manhunter.

Monkey: Clint Barton | Winn Schott

Mostly based on personality, sorry, there just isn’t an archery-themed Miraculous (yet).

C’mon, it summons toys that mess with the powers (tech) of other people. It’s a perfect fit for Toy Man Junior.

Snake: Stephen Strange | Oliver Queen

The Snake turns back time. It’s the perfect fit for Stephen.

Mostly because he literally gave the entire universe a Second Chance and he is the embodiment of second chances, really. Also, we are still lacking an archery themed one.

Mouse: Bruce Banner | Caitlin Snow

Not a perfect fit, but I suppose that multiplication comes the closest to the Bruce-Hulk situation, not to mention the level of intelligence needed to navigate multiple bodies and make this nonsense work?

For similar reasons also for Caitlin, her and Frost as two personalities in the same body. And again the intelligence. (I know Harrison Wells would also really offer himself with his approximately 46893 different roles at this point, but I’ve grown tired of that shit after the third and would much rather see Caity in this line-up.)

Dragon: Thor Odinson | Jefferson Pierce

The weather-controlling one goes to the two lightning-wielders, clearly.

Horse: Heimdall | Cisco Ramon

Teleportation. Quite clearly gotta step away from the Avengers just a little to the right and grab Heimdall for this one.

Also very on-the-nose for DC, because obviously the guy who can create portals and get you to alternate Earths and any place you want!

Rabbit: Carol Danvers | Barry Allen

Honestly, in a far stretch I would be using the Rabbit to explain why 1990s!Carol and 1920s!Carol look just the exact same. And considering Stephen already got the snake and Tony, inventor of Time Travel, got the ladybug, I’m really lost about this one. So. Carol!

Now, on the DC front, this is a far better fit. The idiot boy (I love him but in this regard, he absolutely is an idiot) who keeps time-traveling even though he really-really shouldn’t gets this one. Also, bunnies = fast, Flash = speedster. ;D

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I am... actually pretty pleased with the line-up of heroes on both sides. Would have liked to find one that fits Rhodey, Sara and Constantine too, but there is a lot of heroes and not too many Miraculouses that we know just yet.

#DC Comics #Arrowverse #Marvel #MCU #Miraculous Ladybug #Anonymous

[samandcolbyfan]

Different World| Part 1

You were rewatching your most favourite Tv show ever, you were watching the Falsh. As always you were creating images and scenarios what would happen if somethin went differently, what would you do if you were there. Would you help Savitar if you were given a chance? You somehow always felt sympathy for him. You understood his motives. Would you be able to save Barry’s dad from Zoom? Up until this point when the  season 6 is running, there are three deaths, wich hurt you the most. Barry’s dad, Nora Barry’s daughter amd Ralph although he is alive, when De Voe took his body that was heartbreaking for you. And of course Barry’s comming death in Crisis. No matter what you are never gonna be ready for it. You suddenly feel really tired so you shut down your laptop and close your eyes. It takes you less than a minute to fall asleep. Wnen you wake up you hear beeping of machines like in a hospital. What happened? You don’t open your eyes yet but you can hear a very familiar voices talking. 

“ I don’t know a portal opened and she fell through it. Luckily she doesn’t have any injures. She should wake up soon.”

“ Did you ran tests is she a meta?”

“ Yes.”

“ Cool can’t wait to see her powers.”

“ We don’t know who she is Ralph she could be dangerous.”

That’s when you decided to open your eyes and look around. Your jaw dropped when you saw the people around you Team Flash. You were at Star labs Caitlin was checking your vitals and everyone else just stared at you. You sat up.

" This has to be a dream. I can't be in Star labs let alone Central city."

" Well it's not, you are here. Who are you?"

" I'm y/n. And I don't know how I got here."

" We don't either. But we know that you are a meta. What are your powers?"

" I'm a meta human? How? I was just watching my favourite TV show and boom I'm in it."

" What I mean Barry is that in my universe the Flash is a pretty bad ass TV show and I love it. I've seen all realessed episodes so many times that I remember them almost to the slightest detail."

" Wait you know who I am?"

" Of course I do that's what I'm saying. I know all of you and your stories. I know your past, present and future."

" You sound like the Thinker."

" De voe... that's who you're dealing with right now? That means I'm in season four. The show is currently halfway through season six."

" Wait you know that much of the future?"

' yeah but who knows what will change because of me. Me being here already changes it."

" How do we know you're not liying?"

" I'm not liying. I can prove it. You are Iris West - Allen, a reporter you were working at CCPN and you the author of the blog about the Streak later the Flash. You were engaged to Edie Thawne, who died to save Barry from the Reverse Flash."

" Caitlin Snow/ Killer Frost lost Ronnie who was the love of your life. Then worked with Savitar for a while."

" Cisco Ramon aka Vibe. You're dating Gypsy also a breacher who has the scariest father I've seen. You make the useful toy's and super suits and you are great in naming metas."

" Ralph Dibny...Private Investigator who used to be a cop. You planted the evidence and that got you fired though Barry had a part on this too. But since you got powers and became the Elongated man you changed. You have a habit of making jokes but no one knows the meaning behind them except for me. You're one of the 12 bus metas."

" and last but certainly not least Bartolomew Henry Allen. The Flash. You lost both of your parents, to Thawne and Zoom, you lost more people than anybody else here. But you keep running for your friends and family, for Iris. You've defeated all your enemies so far. Reverse Flash, Zoom, Savitar and now you have to beat De Voe. I know I shouldn't but I will help you with him. Even though I know how this all end's and what will happen I myself want to change something."

" What?"

" I can't tell you yet. I'm aware of what I might do if I change the timeline too much. Don't want to create Flashpoint 2.0."

Everyone looked at each other quite surprised. Then Barry smiled and said.

" Welcome to the team."...

What do you think so far? What she wants to change? How will her presence and actions effect the timeline?

#cisco ramon #barry allen x you #the flash #harrison wells #savitar x reader #nora west allen #eobard thawne #team flash #ralph dibny x reader #ralph dibny #caitlin snow #killer frost #reverse flash #iris west #barry allen

[backtothestart02]

Charming When She Wants to Be - 1/2 | goldenvibe fanfiction

A/N: Written for the 2019 @dccwrarepairswap for @firesoulstuff. Enjoy!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Synopsis: AU - An uninhibited Lisa Snart picks up Cisco Ramon on the beach for an impromptu date as her plus one to a family wedding. It's not exactly what he expected. 

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Chapter 1 -

It was early summer in Central City, and today was a brilliant day. The sun was out, the skies were blue, the humidity was practically nonexistent, and Cisco was eager to take out his latest contraption down to the shore to test it out on the water.

Nobody understood his enthusiasm for using his engineering skills to create advanced technology, both on computers and in real-world application. Weapons was a strong word, though maybe the military would take an interest him if he did that and actually promoted himself. More often than not, his devices were labeled as “toys” – especially by his ignorant father and unimpressed brother, whose sole accomplishment was playing the piano so well that his parents forgot he hadn’t achieved a single other thing in his life.

At least his best friend, Caitlin, understood. Her specialty might not be in engineering, but her interests lay in the areas of medicine and science. She was the only one always intrigued by the latest thing he’d come up with.

As he approached the shore, though, he saw it was flooded with people, tourists and locals alike. He should’ve known better. On a day like today, of course the beach would be highly populated. Still, he pressed onward, hoping he could find a small section on which to conduct his experiment and complete what he hoped would be the final product of his invention.

Just as he was crossing the street, after having made sure the light said he could go and looking both ways, a motorcycle whirred past him and nearly knocked him off his feet. When he turned to look at the rude cyclist who’d almost trampled him and his invention to death, all he could see was a blur of long, blonde curls. She turned her head a moment later and actually winked. As if she was proud of her little maneuver there.

Disgusted, he scoffed and crossed the street, shoving her beauty out of his mind. Not to mention his heart, which was racing despite the danger she’d put him, and more importantly, his invention in.

…

Late afternoon, Cisco found himself sitting glumly at a beachside picnic bench. His “experiment” hadn’t been what anyone would call successful. And to make matters worse, he’d lost half of his device when immature frat boys stole it and tossed it amongst each other until part of it broke off. The shock hit them all instantly, but then they chucked the broken piece into the water and left. Which annoyed Cisco for more than one reason.

Still, he supposed his enthusiasm to experiment outside of the lab had led to his not doublechecking just how sturdy his device was, and if something other than hot glue should’ve been employed.

Embarrassed and irritated beyond belief, all he wanted was to throw the rest of his device away and go complain to Caitlin about it. She’d pop some hot pockets in the microwave, retrieve strawberry jello from the little mini fridge in her dorm room, and oblige him by watching Star Wars for the hundredth time even though she couldn’t really follow it and wasn’t particularly interested.

That’s what best friends were for.

But just before he could untangle his feet from beneath the picnic table and get away from this infected tourist destination, a motorcycle helmet was set roughly on the tabletop. To mystify him even more, it belonged to the woman who’d cut him off when he was crossing the street earlier. She sat across from him and grinned, her pearly whites doing a number on him, even though this was the very last thing he wanted to deal with.

“Hey, handsome. Can I buy you a drink?”

His jaw dropped.

“For earlier,” she clarified.

“Earlier?” He blanked.

“Yeah, I cut you off, and you were not as amused as I was.”

He glared, ready to leave again, despite how hot she was and the fact that she was actually giving him the time of day.

“Try not at all. Do you know how important-” He stopped cold. He supposed there was no point in lecturing her on the important of his work, given how little of his work now remained in his possession. Her raised eyebrows irritated him, though.

“Fine,” he ground out. He could use a good drink right now.

She smirked. “I knew I’d win you over.”

She hadn’t, but he couldn’t tell her that, or he’d risk losing a free alcoholic beverage.

…

The next morning when Cisco woke, he had a text and a missed call from a Lisa Snart. He couldn’t remember meeting any Lisa’s – or girls, period, besides Caitlin. But his head hurt a lot, and the sudden urge to throw up told him all he needed to know.

After one round in the bathroom, Cisco wearily tracked back into the living room and headed for the kitchen in search of water and Advil, and maybe something that would kill this hangover. He’d only had one before this, and it had been hell. This one was more manageable, but it was hardly what would call pleasurable.

One downed glass of water and two Advil later, there was a knock at the door. He furrowed his brows, confused at who would be coming to see him at…eight a.m.? Apparently?

“Caitlin?” he rasped, trudging to the door to open it when there was no response.

“Guess again.”

Smiling as brilliantly as she had the previous afternoon, she walked past him into the apartment.

“Nice place you got here.”

“Uh…thanks, I think. Lisa?”

“You remembered my name. That’s better than I expected. You were pretty wasted when I dropped you off. Amazing you could even remember your address.”

“Well, actually-”

“I’ll cut to the chase.” She spun around and faced him. “I need a date tonight for a wedding.”

His eyes widened. “A…date?”

“Don’t get too excited. You’re cute, but you’re not that cute. I just need the family to think I’m settling down sometime soon, or they’ll start interrogating me on how I can’t possibly ride around on my motorcycle without paying for gas, and just how would I pay for it if I don’t have a job. And trust me, I don’t think they want to know the answer.”

“Listen, I don’t think-”

“Don’t say no, Cisco. Who knows when you’ll have this opportunity again?”

“To be uncomfortable at a wedding?”

She amused. “To be my date. I’m sure there will be plenty of weddings in the future for you to be uncomfortable at.”

He was reluctant. “Why me? You could get any guy you want as your date. You’d probably enjoy your time better too.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” She charged straight into his room in search of formal attire, then came back out with what she thought would be suitable and held it out to him. “Wear this. It matches my dress.”

Reluctantly, he took it, still eyeing her warily.

“To answer your question though, any other guy I took would probably expect me to have sex with him by the end of the night.”

Cisco’s face and neck burned.

“Or he’d get drunk and embarrass me horribly. While I love a good time, not at the family functions.”

“I…see.”

Had he squeaked? He hoped not.

“I’ll meet you there at seven,” she said, heading back towards the door.

“W-wait!” he called out, and she spun around, still all smiles.

“Yes?”

He scoffed. “Isn’t seven a little late for a wedding to start?”

“For a wedding, yeah, not for a reception.”

He frowned. “So, you’re not-”

“I’ll text you the address,” she said, and was out the door before he could say another word.

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*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#goldenvibe #goldenvibe fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #dccwrarepairswap #2019 dccwrarepairswap

[killervibe]

Pls write something extremely very sad having to do with Cisco, Caitlin, and Lia. Ages and relative temporal proximity all up to you :D :D D

**WARNING ANGST ALERT DON’T @ME YOU ASKED FOR THIS.**

Cisco had five projects to approve and three deadlines to set up before six. He liked working, honestly he did, but he was getting excited to wrap up all this extra stuff so he could hurry on with retirement. He needed a vacation. He was thinking the Bahamas, but his wife wasn’t the fondest of sand.

Cisco paused to crack his knuckles, and swiped closed his holographic eisle. His eyes flitted to the right side of his home desk, and the corner of his mouth tugged upwards. He picked up the picture frame, rubbing his thumb over the glass to activate the live photo.

“Honey,” he said, thinking about the last time they’ve all been together. It’s been a while. “We should update our family portrait. This one is ancient.”

Caitlin came in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her pants. “That’s a good idea.”

He looked up and passed her the frame. Caitlin was still so beautiful. At sixty-three, her powers have preserved her youth, and she began to purposely dye some hair silver at the roots only to keep up appearances.

She studied the photo. “I was always particularly fond of this one though. The two of you are laughing at the same time.”

“Yeah,” Cisco agreed. “We can ask the next time Lia comes home. Did she say when?”

Caitlin nodded, fiddling with her arm tech. “In three weeks, she sent me an audio.”

She pulled it up and they both sat back to listen to their daughter’s rambling message.

—Which is why Nora is so keen on catching him. Oh, and tell dad that I’m waiting for his turn on Jelly Crash. I’m on level six hundred and I need him to send me more lives. Shrap, gotta jet. Love you mom. Bye!

Cisco leaned back in his chair, sliding his reading glasses up his forehead, and running his hand through his silver streaked hair. “She really seems to like Central City.”

“She loves it,” Caitlin replied, putting the frame back. She began massaging her husband’s shoulders. Cisco reached up and placed his hand over hers, looking up at where she’s standing behind him, watching her toy with something in her mind.

“What is it?”

She gave his right shoulder a small squeeze.

“Have you ever thought of telling her?”

Cisco sighed. “I don’t know how to anymore. But yes. I’ve thought of it. I thought it plenty. I wish we did.”

Caitlin removed her touch, choosing instead to sit next to him in his spare chair. She looked out the window of their house, watching the scenery. Green hills and their little pond with the ducks that seemed to make their home there. “Do you think we were bad parents?”

“We have good relationships with both our children, Caitlin.”

She kept looking away. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Cisco went quiet. “I don’t know. I didn’t agree with Iris’s choice until we had Lia. But she’s an adult now. And so independent. She probably would’ve been fine with the truth.”

Caitlin sighed herself, then turned from the window, meeting his gaze. “Central City isn’t any safer than it was when we were there. With Lia working for CCPD now,  I think we should let her know.”

Cisco silently agreed. He was afraid though about how she’d take it. He was so close to his daughter, and she looked up to him so much. It was terribly hard on both of them when she decided to move away, leaving her job at Ramon Industries to live with her best friend and pick up the empty job position there at CCPD.  He was afraid of what this might do, if this would taint her love for him.

Maybe that was selfish. He was her father. It was his job to prepare her for the world, but she didn’t even know half of what she was capable of. They were honestly lucky, that she hadn’t stumbled upon her powers herself.

“Okay,” he said. “In three weeks. No more family secrets. We tell her everything.”

Caitlin smiled, pleased, and it had been years since she let her frost show, only being very subtle with keeping their ice cream cold and being notorious for not boiling to death during heatwaves, but the eyebrow raise and smirk she gave sent chills down Cisco’s spine, reminding him of his wife’s long neglected alter ego. “Maybe not everything.”

“No,” Cisco laughed. “I’m cutting out half the embarrassing things I’ve done. I’m not living through schrap about that vacuum cleaner again.”

Their front door opened, and a voice called out. “Mom? Dad? I’m home! Can we eat now? I swear I’ve been dreaming about vegan pollo y arroz all day.”

Caitlin got up, sharing an amused look with Cisco. “He’s how old again? That’s my cue to set the table. Think he’d make dinner himself one of these days if he’s so hungry.”

“Twenty, but if you subtract ten, you get how old he wants to still be,” he joked. He pushed back his chair, dropping his glasses on his desk. “I’ll help.”

~.~

Cisco was helping himself to coffee in his home office after dinner, sending all his work through the cloud when his arm beeped.

Incoming call from Nora West-Allen.

Cisco excused himself from a virtual conference, accepting the call.

“Hey kiddo, how’s it holding up down there? Is Lia around? Can you put her on? I’ve been trying to get a hold of her all day. I sent her those lives on Jelly Crash she was complaining about.”

The other line was silent.

“—Nora? …Nora?”

A ragged breath and then a burst of high pitched sobs.

Cisco’s heart stopped. “Nora? What happened?”

“…”

“Are you hurt? Is it your mom?”

“I ran as fast as I could—Please forgive me, I tried to save her—I—please.”

She ran? Cisco leaned against the wall, sliding down in a way that made his joints burn.

“Nora. Who?”

His face twisted with pain, tears blocking his vision. Because Nora wasn’t answering him, only sobbing harder, and why would she be calling him and not Wally if it was Iris and not—

“Lia?” he choked out.

No please. Take away his brother and his mother and his best friend but please, not his daughter.

He covered his mouth with his other hand, trembling.

“How?”

“Godspeed—His hand—It just went — It right through, and—I didn’t even have time to—I couldn’t even —say goodbye.”

“Nora,” he whimpered.

“I’m sorry,” she broke off, and it went quiet again.

“Nora?” Cisco panicked, “Nora! Nora, no! Wait!” But the line went dead. He redialed with shaky fingers, his chest heaving, but she wouldn’t pick up.

“Caitlin!” he screamed, his voice tearing out of his throat, opening a breach in his house for the first time in years because he couldn’t walk, he could barely stand, collapsing into her arms.

“Woah,” she said, teetering with him. “Cisco—What?”

He held onto her, burying his head against her neck, hiccupping where it was soft and smelt like her perfume, the one Lia bought Caitlin last Mother’s Day.

“Cisco?”

He looked up at her, and saw the realization seep into her eyes.

“No,” she whispered, horrified, pulling away to look at him. “Did you vibe it? When? Tomorrow? Tonight?”

Cisco suddenly understood Nora’s horrible silence, unable to speak. Unable to utter the words out loud, and he cupped her face in his hands, begging her not to break.

Caitlin’s hands flew to her mouth, stepping back like a scared animal,  her eyes flickering brown to blue and over again, losing her twenty years of control.

Their son walked into the living room with his EarPods in, pausing at the scene alarmed. He yanked the things out of his ears.

“Dad—?”

Caitlin’s hair was now full on white, clutching the frozen counter.

“Mom?”

Dante Stein looked between the two, then stuck on the ice.

“Lia’s dead.” Their son swallowed, looking into his father’s eyes. His face crumpled and so did Cisco’s. “She’s dead. Isn’t she.”

Caitlin wailed and their kitchen turned into a storm.

#tkv fic #angst #the flash #killervibe #lia ramon #5x18

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Fic: An Internal Affair - Chapter 18 (Ao3 link)

Fandom: The Flash Pairing: Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Summary: Leonard Snart, the CCPD Captain of Internal Affairs, is known as Captain Cold for a very good reason: He hates corrupt cops with a merciless vengeance, and once you’re on his list, you’re in serious trouble.

His next target?

A CCPD lab tech named Barry Allen who’s developed a suspicious habit of disappearing at random intervals.

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Barry is watching TV.

Yes, damnit, his boyfriend who he's in love with just left him (rightfully) over crimes he didn't even realize he was committing, he's having to rethink his entire system of morality because clearly the current version isn't up to the task, his foster-dad just got arrested, his new friends aren't talking to him because they're too busy scrambling as the police raid their apartments, he hasn't heard anything from Iris, the man who killed his mom and is probably a Family hitman is still at large and he's way too depressed to do anything about it -

But at least Mel and Sue sure are enjoying stealing bites from those yummy-looking biscuits that are probably a bit under-proofed.

Barry's life might be falling apart, but The Great British Bake-Off will never hurt him.

...yeah, things are bad.

Barry concedes this, but he also has no idea what he can do about it, so he's just going to sit here and watch television at regular speed like a normal person and, he’s not sure, maybe hold out hope for a sign from above or something.

"Barry!" Iris shouts, bursting in through his apartment door, closely followed by -

"Len?" Barry yelps, sitting straight up and disappearing into his room to put on something slightly sexier than his beloved oversized 'Runaway Dinosaur' shirt and shorts set that Iris got him years ago as a joke.

He reappears a second later in sweatpants and a button-down, which will just have to do because apparently that's all he has that's clean right now.

Len is here.

Len is -

Len is stealing a spoonful of Barry's Phish Food ice cream that he’s been eating instead of lunch.

"Hey!" Barry exclaims.

"Seriously?" Iris says, crossing her arms.

"I need sugar," Len says primly. "Hypoglycemia is a serious issue."

Iris rolls her eyes.

Len's smirk fades. "Barry, we need your help."

"What happened?" Barry asks at once. Len wouldn't be here for anything less than an absolute crisis - that much was painfully clear by the way things were left between them, with Len rushing out of STAR Labs, pale-faced, and the police showing up to talk to everyone the next day.

So whatever happened must have been serious.

"Wells took Eddie," Iris says. "And Mick."

"I - Wells?"

"You remember how Ramon theorized that Wells actually was the Man in Yellow rather than simply employing him?" Len asks, looking grim. "We've just confirmed that."

Crap. It’s not that Barry didn’t trust Cisco – even though it is sort of weird that he remembers the day-lost-to-time-travel when no one else does – but the idea of Wells being the Man in Yellow...

Barry’d always thought of Wells as being incredibly kind. A mentor. A trusted friend.

Turns out that was a lie from the very beginning.

"He was blurring his features at first, so we weren’t sure about it at first," Iris says, preempting the question Barry was about to ask. "But he stopped doing that after Len shot him in the face with the cold gun."

After Len –

What?!

"You shot Wells in the face with the cold gun?! Wells? Professor Harrison Wells?"

"In my defense, he was A, about to kill us all and B, not recognizable as Wells at the time," Len says dryly. "But yeah, I shot him, Iris and Thawne ran, and then he -"

Len's voice cuts off suddenly, and he closes his eyes briefly in undisguised pain.

Barry’s never seen him react to anything like that. Not anything except –

Except Mick.

His best friend. His Iris.

Barry's chest hurts, seeing Len suffer like this. Even after everything Len did, to him and to his friends, even after all the chaos and disaster that's happened...

He's still desperately in love with the man.

"He took Eddie and Mick and disappeared," Iris says, brutal in her practicality. There are tears shining in her eyes, tear-tracks still on her face, but she’s clearly moved beyond the point of crying. She’s on the warpath, and Barry knows exactly how dangerous an enraged Iris West can be. "We still don't know why he only took them -"

"I can only carry two people at top speed," Barry says. "I get stronger when I’m running, I can carry more weight than a normal person, but just as a practical matter I still only have two arms. If he's the same as me -"

"Why not just kill Snart, though?" Iris asks. "He was literally right there."

"Why run up and show me that he's still around, just to rub my face in the fact that he's faster?" Barry asks, feeling bitter. He knows why, now: because he tried to do something, anything, other than running faster and faster. He dared argue back, dared to stand up to Wells over wanting to focus on his work as a CSI, and he’d thought that Wells had accepted it. Sure, maybe not in good grace, but accepted it. Instead, Wells had just decided to dangle the Man in Yellow in front of him like a cat toy – here, have a prize, all you need to do is jump a little bit higher, run a little bit faster and you’ll get it. And it worked, too. "If we know anything about him, it's that he likes to play with people. Ruin their lives. You hurt him; he wants to hurt you. Just killing you wouldn’t be enough – he wants you to suffer."

"That'd explain why he'd take Mick," Len says quietly, his voice heavy. "But - why Thawne? Wouldn't Iris be a better target, if he's ultimately aiming at you?"

"Probably," Barry says, frowning. "I honestly have no clue why he'd take Eddie. Unless -"

"Unless what?" Iris asks.

Barry winces. "Hopefully nothing," he says. "But, it's just - okay, this is kind of weird, but, you see, if anything, trying to get me and Iris together was just about the only thing other than me getting faster that Wells cared about."

“Ugh, seriously?” Iris says. “Sorry, Bar, I love you, you know that, but I am just so sick and tired of people trying to make my romantic decisions for me.”

“No, I know, I got the message,” Barry says, smiling crookedly at her. He’s surprised – it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to, hearing Iris blithely dismiss the possibility of the two of them together.

He’s finally accepted it. He’s finally gotten over Iris.

And all it took to do it was to fall in love with a man who broke his heart, and Barry can't even blame him for it.

"First he targets your mom, then he targets you, and now your love life...sounds like you've got a stalker," Len says. "A creepy, obsessed stalker that moves at super-speed."

"Seems like it," Barry says, making a face.

"You have to help us figure out what happened, Bar," Iris says. "If the three of us work together, we can find Eddie and Mick, stop Wells, and make sure the Families don't get away with - with whatever it is they're up to!"

Barry looks at Len, who isn't looking at him. "I don't mind helping," he says. "If - Len..?"

"We're not okay," Len says abruptly. "We're not. You still...what you did...Listen, I know I might’ve - reacted in a rather extreme way, yes, but -"

"You were right," Barry says, interrupting. "You were totally right. What we were doing was wrong, and the fact that Wells was encouraging all of us not to think about it is no excuse at all. We're all adults. We should accept the consequences of our actions."

Len seems - surprised, almost. Like he thought Barry would try to defend himself, or deflect, or make excuses.

Barry won't.

For once in his life, he won't run.

It's the ethical thing to do. It's the sort of thing that someone - that someone Len could be proud of would do.

The sort of someone Barry wants to be.

Len nods, slowly. "Okay," he says. "Let's work together. Let's figure this out." Then he wrinkles his nose. "Fuck, I hate mysteries."

"You're a detective!" Iris exclaims.

Barry snickers. He can't help it: her face is just so hilariously offended.

"I became a cop because I like justice," Len tells her crossly. "Not because I like mysteries. Mysteries are pests; they get in the way of justice."

God, Len's so damn cute it hurts sometimes.

Mostly because Barry had that, and then lost it.

"Anyway, back to the main issue," Len says. "We don’t have much time –”

“We don’t? Wait, have we figured out what the Families are doing?”

“No, not quite,” Iris says. “But Eddie and I figured out that the Familes' ‘big day’ is going to go down on Election Day.”

“Wait, Election Day? That’s tomorrow!”

“We know,” Len says dryly. “Iris, go to the precinct and find Danvers. Get her up to date and keep going on that Zoom Contracting company, find out where that money is coming from, including whether its income is all Family money, and if so which Family. Check if some of it comes from somewhere else, too – and if it’s paid out any money recently. Bribes, specifically."

"Ask Terri to help you," Barry interjects. "They're a CSI, over at the lab; they're the best forensic accountant in the state."

"Do that," Len agrees. "Danvers also knows my passcode for the cardboard brigade, squeeze 'em for everything you can get. I want to know what’s going on, where, when, how, and right now Wells is our best lead on that. Throw away all discretion; go at it with both barrels. In the meantime, Barry and I'll follow up on the Dibny angle -"

"Wait, Dibny?" Iris asks. "That guy Barry hated so much?"

"Yeah, him," Barry says. "We think he might be acting - or being used, anyway - as a go-between to send messages from Family to corrupt cops. I'm sorry, I don't think I mentioned him to you before – it wasn’t on purpose, I wasn’t hiding it –"

"No, no, it's not that," she says, frowning in thought. "You definitely didn't mention it, but it’s weird. I swear I heard his name recently.”

“You heard his name?” Barry asks, surprised. “Where? Who in the world would be talking about him?”

“They were angry,” Iris says, her nose scrunched up in thought, trying to pull out the memory.

“Not at the CCPD, then,” Len says. “They tend to be angrier at the people doing the prosecuting than the cops doing the cheating. Think about the context of the memory – where have you been in the last few days?”

“God, I don’t know,” she says. “I haven’t been doing anything but police stuff the last few days – I’m staying with Eddie, Wally’s with us, but it wasn’t either of them. And other than the precinct, the only place I’ve been...wait, I know!”

“Well?”

“It was when Eddie and I were doing research in the mayor’s office,” Iris says. “Those dusty old archives – we’d gone to look for more on Zoom Contracting, complaints, records, anything. It was our first stop.”

“The fact that it’s a good place to make out had nothing to do with that being your first stop,” Len says, sounding amused.

“We just got engaged, we’re allowed to prioritize for things like that,” Iris says primly. “But seriously, I remember it now –someone mentioned his name in an angry voice as they walked by the archives room. I remember thinking about how hearing it would’ve made Barry start up his usual rant again if he’d been there.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“The weird thing is, though,” she continues, frowning , “that particular area’s restricted – Eddie only got us in by flashing his badge around. The only people around would’ve been the mayor and his staff. Barry, does this Dibny guy have any connection to the mayor?"

"The mayor? No, I don't -" Barry pauses.

That's not quite right, though, is it? When he'd gone over to see Dibny, asking about corruption cases, Dibny initially thought he was looking for stuff about blackmail, and then he’d hidden a folder -

And he'd asked about the mayor.

It clicks.

"Holy crap, guys," Barry says. "I think Dibny might be blackmailing the mayor."

"...well, then," Len says after a long moment, his expression rather perturbed. "Think we'd better go talk to him, then, don't you think?"

"Have fun with that, boys," Iris says, rolling her eyes and heading out the door.

Leaving them alone. Together.

It's suddenly awkward in a way it's never been for them before, the air in the room suddenly fraught with tension.

God, Len is so beautiful - beautiful and right and not Barry's.

And it’s all Barry’s fault.

"Okay," Barry says, breaking the silence. "Want me to run us to Dibny's office? Will you be okay?"

"Haven't torn anything recently," Len says with a shrug, because he’s an idiot who doesn’t take proper care of himself. Barry wants to chastise him, but he can’t; he knows he can’t. Len’s not his to worry about anymore. "So I'll manage. But –”

“But?”

“Maybe put on something slightly more formal first?"

A few super-speed seconds of digging uncover a better set of pants that are clean enough, and then they're off.

The hallway to Dibny's office is just as grubby as Barry remembers it, though luckily free of Family members.

Len seems unperturbed by their shabby surroundings, but then again his accent makes it clear that he grew up in slums far worse than this neighborhood.

God. Barry wants to ask him about it – about his past, about growing up in the slum, about everything. Was this like what you knew when you were a kid? Better? Worse? How have things changed? Does it hurt you to come here? Or does it feel like climbing back into your worst old rattiest set of pajamas, like coming home even though you know intellectually that it’s awful?

Barry thought he’d have all the time in the world to ask those questions.

Those questions, and more.

He’d dreamed, soft and secret and deep down where he wouldn’t tell anyone about it, that he’d have a whole lifetime to ask those questions.

But no.

Just because Barry’s in love with Len doesn’t mean – doesn’t mean Len feels the same way.

All hope of that’d been extinguished right alongside his trust in Barry.

At least Barry has this much: Len still trusts him enough to work with him. A colleague, an ally, maybe even – one day – a friend again.

It’s not what Barry wants, not at all; he wants so much more than that. But if this is all Barry can get, then he’ll take it and he’ll never let it go.

He’ll be the sort of man that Len deserves to have as a friend.

"Any thoughts before we go in?" Barry asks.

"You know Dibny better than me," Len says. "I don’t think I know him at all – he joined the force well after the point where I was officially not on talking terms with any cops except org crime’s undercover people, and he was gone before I got back. You take the lead to start; I’ll jump in if there’s anything I feel I need to add."

Barry nods.

Dibny doesn't do the pretentious chair-swirl when Barry walks in this time, just startles a bit from where he's standing by the window. He has a view of the street, so he's probably just surprised that he didn't see them coming into the building. That seems like the sort of paranoid thing that Dibny would do, watch the street like a creep for oncoming visitors.

Though in this neighborhood, maybe it’s less paranoia and more of a reasonable precaution…

"Allen," Dibny says blankly.

Then, a second later, his overly-facile face splits into a truly nasty smirk. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Heard you got yourself suspended, Allen – suspended pending investigation – possibly going to get fired –"

"That isn't important," Barry says impatiently. Yes, there’s a better-than-decent chance he’ll lose his job, maybe even go to jail – unlikely, but only because the CCPD hates imprisoning its own people, and they definitely don’t want to re-open all the cases Barry’s worked on as a CSI. Yes, he knows that’s extremely unfair, but he also knows that’s probably how it’s going to turn out. Yes, Barry’s extremely upset about it, since being a CSI isn’t just a job he got to pay the bills, it’s a job he got because he loves the work, but it doesn’t matter. They have the Families to deal with – they have Wells to deal with. He doesn't have time for a stupid rivalry-driven ‘I told you so’ from Dibny of all people. "I need you to tell me everything you know about what the Families have planned."

Dibny's eyes flicker and he flinches, just the slightest bit.

He knows something!

"I don't know anything," he says.

Ugh.

Barry hates this guy.

"We know about what you're doing with the mayor, Dibny," Barry says, crossing his arms. "And we know that messages between the Families and the corrupt people on the police force are being passed through here."

"They are not," Dibny says, mirroring Barry. "And even if they were, or even if you did know anything about the mayor that might interest me, what's it to you? I don't have to tell you anything. You're not even a real cop – and anyway you're suspended!"

"Oddly enough," Len drawls from where he's hanging back by the door, "that's why I came along."

Dibny twists to look at Len for the first time, scowling. "Who the hell are you?"

"A cop," Len says dryly. "Who's not suspended."

"Yeah, right," Dibny says dismissively. "I know all the cops, every one of them, no matter where or who; it's practically my superpower. And I don't know you, which means you're not a cop."

Len's eyebrows go up as Dibny speaks, his expression incredulous.

Barry can’t blame him – all this time and fuss about people finding out that he’s a cop, and he finally tells someone who doesn’t know and they don’t believe him?

Weird.

Len balances his weight on his crutches and reaches into his pocket – actions slow and steady, the way you would around someone who might be afraid you’re pulling a gun – and he pulls out his ID. He's holding it awkwardly, suggesting that he's not yet accustomed to being called upon to show it to people.

Probably because he doesn't actually bother arresting non-police people for stuff, and all the police already know who he is.

It’s definitely a real ID, though, and Dibny’s an ex-cop; he’ll recognize that much.

"As you can see," Len says, waving the ID around a bit. "I am, in fact, a cop. Captain Leonard Snart, at your service."

Dibny goes dead white.

Barry wasn't expecting that. Judging by the surprised tilt of Len's head, neither was he, though he's probably hiding his reaction better than Barry is.

"And it's clear you've heard my name before," Len observes.

"I - er - that is - there isn't - aren't you dead?"

"Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated," Len says, starting to frown. "Who told you about me, anyway? Your friends at the precinct wouldn't have any reason to mention me – and certainly not by name."

"Uh, no, that is – I mean – they don't – I didn't - "

"Oh, but you did, didn't you," Len says, his voice dropping into that calm, cool voice he gets when he's really pissed off. "That's why you were hoping I was dead, wasn't it?"

Barry looks between Len and Dibny, confused. Len was calm three seconds ago, and now he’s suddenly furious? Just because Dibny knew his name?

He knows that Len’s super upset about what happened with Mick, but this reaction seems outsized even for a particularly emotional Len.

So it has to be something Dibny said. But what?

"I don't get it," he says hesitantly. He doesn’t really want to get in between Len and Dibny right now; Len is really glaring death at the guy. Not that Barry objects, of course, if you’d asked him how he’d rank Len trying to murder Ralph Dibny with his eyes as a mental image, he’d probably have put it somewhere in his top twenty most wanted – but he doesn’t like being out of the loop. "What did he do?"

"'I know all the cops,'" Len mimics Dibny, his voice hard. "'It's practically my superpower.' Really is, isn't it? And it's one you've had for a while now, ain't it, Dibny? For quite a while now."

He takes a few steps forward, his crutch making an ominous thudding noise as he moves.

Dibny flinches away before him, scrabbling backwards towards his desk, then past it, to the window – backing up until he can’t back away any more.

"And you like to talk, don't you, Dibny?" Len continues, his expression more actively malevolent than Barry's ever seen it. "You like to talk about your little 'superpower' - maybe even show off a little -"

"I had to!" Dibny bursts out. "I had no choice! You don’t understand! I'd gotten fired from the force, thanks to Barry here, and after the first year or two, I realized that my private investigation business wasn't paying the bills - people didn't believe I had what it took to get them what they needed – I needed to show them –"

"Oh, and I bet you showed them all right," Len says. "Only way to build your new business, wasn’t it? Your new business selling information. But people don’t just agree to let people be information brokers – oh no – you have to give them a little taste of what you can offer – a freebie – something you know that no one else does, something valuable, something you don’t really care too much about – and that’s just what you did –"

"I didn't have a choice! They wouldn't have believed me about anything if I didn't know things! Secret things! Cop things!"

"Like the identity of one of Central's undercover cops," Len says, and suddenly Barry gets it.

"You did it?" he exclaims, horrified. He’s never liked Dibny at the best of times, but it’d never even occurred to him as a possibility. It should have, he realizes that now – Dibny’d all but told him when they talked, all his boasting about information and friends in the precinct and things that he knew because he cozied up to people while calling Barry an anti-social idiot. He’d learned things, all right; things like Len’s name, things like what Len did. An undercover cop. Yes, that was the perfect bit of information to sell out to show that you meant business – as long as you didn’t care what happened to the guy you spilled the beans on. "You're the one who leaked Len's identity to the Families? You got him tortured and shot and his best friend nearly murdered - to drum up more business?"

"Well, when you put it that way, it sounds kinda bad -"

Len takes another step forward. His face is very, very level, very calm. His eyes are not.

"Oh God please don't kill me!" Dibny yelps.

“I’ve been looking for you for a while now,” Len says conversationally. “I've had some things to say to you, you see. Now, while I wasn’t expecting you to just drop into my lap, I’m not one to say no when an opportunity presents itself...”

He takes another step, his hand dropping down to the cold gun by his side.

The one that’s fatal to normal people.

Barry takes a step forward, concerned. "Len, listen, I know you're angry, but you're an ethical guy, okay?" he says, holding out his hands. "You don't want to do this. You'd have to turn in your badge and arrest yourself. Let's just arrest him instead, okay? Nice and legal. Okay?"

Another step.

Len's not listening. Of course he's not; this is the man who destroyed his life, destroyed Mick's life, the man responsible for everything that’s gone wrong since the beginning.

The man Len's been hunting all this time.

The man Captain Cold has been hunting all this time.

"Listen to Allen, please, just arrest me, don’t let him kill me," Dibny babbles. "Listen, Snart, you - you don't want to do this, really! I know things, I know lots of things - I know what the Families are up to, I can tell you that, you want that, right, and in exchange you give me immunity for the leak -"

"No," Len says firmly, and that's about when Barry realizes that Len is totally playing Dibney right now. His voice is intimidating, yes, but he's not about to cross the lines he's set for himself. He's just dealing with the fact that they have an incipient crisis on their hands and Dibny is withholding information that could mean life or death for their city. "No deal. You talk, you talk now, and maybe, if your intel's good enough, I'll arrest you."

"What good's that do me?" Dibny protests. “You’re going to arrest me anyway!”

Len bares his teeth. "Well, alternatively, other option's that I don't listen to Barry here and I don’t arrest you. You don’t want that option. Trust me."

"Oh," Dibny squeaks, his voice suddenly gone higher-pitched. "Right. In that option I die, right?"

"No," Len says. "In that option I call up the CCPD, tell all your buddies that you're a would-be cop-killer, and have them arrest you."

"...shit."

"Limited time offer," Len says. "Talk. Now."

"Listen, as a preliminary thing, I want to be clear that I've got nothing to do with the Families," Dibny says. "I don't! I've never worked with them, I've never dealt with them; at most some of their thugs come by and do some stuff down the hall, that's it. I'm not involved!"

"Yeah, right," Barry says with a snort. "You're not blackmailing the mayor for them?"

"I wouldn't! Not for the Families!" Dibny exclaims. "I'm not a Family cop, you know; I never was. And it's not much blackmail, not really, just some pictures of him cheating that he doesn’t want to get out so close to Election Day - and I really only do it when my landlord suddenly demands I pay the back rent -"

"Of course," Barry says with a sigh, figuring it out. It makes sense. Why involve more people than you have to? "If you’re doing it that predictably enough, then they don't actually need you to be involved. If they know that you're blackmailing the mayor, then they can blackmail him with the fact that he's being blackmailed - and since they almost certainly either own the building or have something on your landlord, they can control when you press him. You're just an unwitting tool."

"Yes! Exactly! Unwitting! That means I'm not working for the Families!"

"I'll grant you that much, sure," Len says with a sneer. He looks at Dibny like he’s something he just stepped in. "But that doesn't change the fact that you fancy yourself some sorta information broker. Well, give us the information, now, or else you'll be the one who's broken."

Barry will not laugh. Barry will not laugh.

Barry cannot believe Len actually just made that pun.

More to the point, he can't believe it could possibly work as a threat, except apparently it does because Dibny starts talking.

"It's the fact that they're failing," Dibny says, voice hushed as if to convey the importance of the information he’s telling them – or possibly just afraid someone will overhear them. "The Families - between your undercover work and the Feds' inroads, their power is in serious decline. They're too risky. No one wants to work for them and get killed. And if they can't get people to work for them, fear them, things like that - well, with that gone, they don't have as much influence over anything. They want that influence back, and they have a plan to get it."

“Stop running out the time,” Len says, his eyes flickering very briefly to Barry, who wants to kick him and kiss him at the same time. Now is not the time for puns! “What’s the plan?”

“They’ve got a deal set up,” Dibny says. “A big one. The biggest deal. I don’t know how, but they’ve managed to get in contact with the military –”

“The military?” Barry exclaims, alarmed. Sure, he's had some brief encounters with them – after Bette Sans Souci died, her meta powers turning inwards to kill her – but he’d forgotten about them right afterwards.

It’d never seemed like a big deal, and Wells had dismissed all of their concerns.

Wells.

Of course.

If he’s in on this whole deal with the Families – and he has to be – then of course he’d make sure they didn’t think too much about the local military, the ones who thought it was a good idea to take someone with meta powers they barely understood and try to use her as a weapon.

Not unlike what Wells was trying to groom Barry into.

God, he was such an idiot.

“The local guy, Eiling; all reports say that he’s a nutcase,” Dibny says. “Military, yeah, but he’s involved in all sorts of weird science stuff, too. Normally the Families don’t go anywhere near military stuff in the best of times – they know when they’re outgunned – but somehow one of their people got in contact with the military and started brokering a deal –”

“Someone legit,” Len murmurs. “Trustworthy. A prominent scientist with military connections, maybe.”

Wells.

It has to be.

“So that’s the deal,” Dibny says. “The Families are going to supply the military with all the black market goods they want – including people to experiment on, especially people who’ve been affected by the Accelerator explosion – and the military’s going to feed them back enough military-grade guns and cash that they’re going to be able to run this city the way they used to.”

“Shit,” Barry says with feeling. There’s no other word for it. Especially if Wells planned the whole time to throw the metas he'd had Barry capture in as part of the deal...things are just getting worse and worse.

“The military money’s going to get laundered through city government, but it’s going to go to all the corrupt guys – there’ll be enough to go around,” Dibny continues. “That’s helping them get it through, but it’s not enough, they’re needing to pull out all the stops to make sure no one blows this deal up. They’ve got pressure on politicians no one even suspected they had pressure on, to get this whole deal moving – we’re not just talking the mayor; we’re talking the governor, we’re talking the cops –”

“The Commissioner?” Len asks.

“Probably, I don’t know,” Dibny says with a helpless shrug. “The thing is, they can’t just make this deal and be done with it – they know the military’ll just wash their hands of them the second any of it comes to light. So they came up with this plan to make sure that no one’ll be able to back out at the last second: an actual deal, signed on paper, with a videotape of the signing. All the big guys in the city with their names on one document –”

“Making sure they don’t back out – after all, if they don’t hang together, they’ll most definitely hang separately,” Len says.

“Seriously, Len?” Barry says.

“What?” Dibny asks. “Wait, was that a musical quote? 1776?”

“It’s a Benjamin Franklin quote,” Barry says. “Still sort of inappropriate.”

“To be fair, I was in fact quoting the musical, and anyway it’s entirely appropriate because after a certain point it’s gotta be either laughter or tears and I don’t got time for the latter,” Len says. “That’s why this is on Election Day, isn’t it? Because everyone in the state’s gonna be in Central and no one’s gonna question it – and all of that talk about logistics, that’s the Families working out how to escort all the relevant people to this big meet-up without anyone noticing that all the bigwigs in town are all gone at the same exact time.”

“Exactly,” Dibny says.

“If you knew all this, why didn’t you tell someone?” Barry demands.

“Tell who?” Dibny shoots back. “I know they’ve got people in the cops, they’ve got people in the government, they’ve got judges, DAs, everything, and to be perfectly honest I don’t exactly want to go up against the Families, okay?! People who do that get shot!”

“Not as much as they used to,” Len says. “A situation that they’re now trying to reverse. Barry, we’re leaving.”

“Wait, what?” Dibny exclaims. “You’re just – leaving?”

“Do you have any more information?” Len asks. “Like where they’re going to meet to do the signing?”

“Uh, no, that’s all I know.”

“That’s what I thought. Since unlike you we intend to actually do something about this, we’re leaving.”

“But what are you going to do about me?” Dibny protests.

“Of course,” Barry hisses. “Always thinking about yourself –”

“Yeah, well, ‘myself’ seems pretty damn important right about now! I just blabbed on the Families to the cops! I want protection! I want to be surrounded by cops! I want -”

“Fine,” Len says.

“– to be...wait, really?” Dibny looks incredulous at Len’s agreement.

Barry can’t blame him; he’s feeling pretty incredulous himself. Dibny gets police protection? For that?

“Oh, absolutely,” Len says. “You should go to the CCPD right now. Or better yet, get any trustworthy friends you can find and then go to the CCPD. They’re going to need all hands on deck pretty soon.”

Dibny blinks. Barry blinks.

Len shakes his head at both of them, his expression gone grim.

“This is Central City,” he says. “The Families walk the line, remember? Everyone knows they’re there, but everyone that our city thinks is important thinks they’re not going to be affected personally by it. Oh, sure, there’s some corrupt cops, some corrupt politicos, anyone elected out of a slum district, we all know that, but we shrug it off because it’s just how Central City works – and anyway, we know who they are, so we can just avoid them.”

“But that’s not what this is,” Barry says, a terrible sinking feeling in his stomach. “This is – this is corruption on an unimaginable scale. This is everybody finding out that everything is a lie: their democracy, their police, their laws...”

“People are going to riot,” Dibny says, his face pale. “The whole city's going to go totally fucking crazy.”

“Yeah,” Len says. “They are. And once I call the Feds to come in, the Families are going to lash out like the cornered rats they are.”

“You can’t do that,” Dibny hisses. “If you bring in the Feds, it’ll be absolute chaos –”

“There’s no choice,” Len says. “You want to be surrounded by police? Go to the CCPD and help out. You want to hide in your basement until it’s all over? Do that, if that’s what you want to. Barry?”

“Right. Leaving.”

Barry follows Len out the door, sliding it shut behind him so that Dibny, standing in his office and gaping at them, won’t see him run at superspeed once they get to the end of the hallway.

Once outside, though, he looks at Len. “He’s right, you know,” he says. “There’ll be riots, and it’ll only be worse if the Feds come in. If the Families think they’re dealing with some sort of existential crisis, they’ll pull out all the stops to protect themselves. Every person they have pressure on, every person who’s ever taken an unwise loan, every shopkeeper that ever paid them protection money...they’ll call them all in to fight for them.”

“I know,” Len says. “But we have to stop them from making this deal. And if the CCPD’s compromised, it has to be the Feds.”

“They’ll make a mess of things.”

“Probably,” Len agrees. “I know a bunch of them, though; worked closely with them. They trust me. If I say they have to work with the CCPD – the good, not-corrupt parts of the CCPD – they’ll bitch and whine but they’ll do it.”

Barry nods. “And it’s better than the Families,” he says, thinking back to his dad’s stories of the older days, when he was a kid, back when Central City had been a real Family haven. Murders on the train lines, police looking the other way except for when the ones on the take were assaulting people who tried to fight back against Family influence, drugs sold openly on street corners, violence and crime everywhere...

They can’t let that happen.

“I’ll call my guys,” Len says, pulling out his phone. “You call Iris. We need to make this public.”

“Public? The riots –”

“I know,” Len says grimly. “Publicizing it will only make the riots happen faster. I know. I’m planning for it.”

“Planning – but why?”

“Because we don’t have time to do otherwise. Even if I call the Feds, mobilization takes forever and Election Day’s tomorrow. As it is, the Feds won’t be able to pull in enough guys to properly fight the Families at full force. We need the citizens of Central City – even if the only thing they can do is create such a mess that no one in the Families will be able to escape.”

Barry swallows hard, imagining his beautiful city in flames, knowing that these types of riots can kill people, but he nods. There’s no other way of stopping the Families. The people have to know.

The people have a right to know.

“One last thing,” he says hesitantly.

Len raises his eyebrows. He’s already dialing.

“The Feds can do a lot,” Barry says, then swallows. “But they can’t defeat the Reverse Flash.”

No one can.

Not even Barry.

He’s not fast enough. But if the Reverse Flash is Wells, then maybe he was never going to be.

But Barry’s the only one who even stands a chance.

He has to try.

Len pauses, considering.

“You’re right,” he says after a long moment. “They can’t. They’re not equipped for something like that; he’ll plow right through them.”

Barry winces.

Another moment of silence.

“Okay,” Len finally says. “Okay. After we alert the Feds and Iris, you and I, we’ll go stop him ourselves.”

“Ourselves? But we don’t even know where he is!”

“Of course we do,” Len says. “Now that I’ve had a moment to think about it, it’s obvious. I know where he’s hiding, and I know where he’s keeping Thawne and Mick.”

“Where?”

“STAR Labs,” Len says. “Right in the part that was hand-made – literally – by Zoom Contracting.”

Hand-made by Wells.

By the Reverse Flash.

By the Man in Yellow.

Of course.

“I know just where to go,” Barry says.

#coldflash #barry allen #leonard snart #iris west #ralph dibney #my fic #an internal affair

[vivelespatates]

Sherloque’s French in 5x05

He calls Cisco “Monsieur Ramon” (Mister Ramon).

Then we have "Mais non" (means "Not at all", literally "But no") when Ralph says that the calculs made by Sherloque don't tell them where the shrapnel fell.

During the argument between him and Ralph in the old Viera lab, he tells him "Toi tu parles trop": "You, you talk too much". He's using the informal you, which is what's he's been doing with members of Team Flash so far.

He goes "Mon Dieu" (My God) when Ralph makes a dramatic entrance while saying "Let's go save the Flash".

And that’s pretty much it. Additionally, I love Cavanagh’s delivery on “Toi tu parles trop”, where he emphasizes each word, like he’s verbally punching Ralph. He did the same thing when he told Cisco to shut up in 5x03. It’s a nice verbal tic that seems to appear when Sherloque is losing an argument.

#the flash #5x05 #sherloque wells #french

[snowbarryiscoming]

Better

Based on @tinytendril‘s Snowberry prompts. 

#4- Barry tries to prove to Caitlin that he’s better than any vibrator

requested: no

warnings: explicit language, (terrible) smut

words: 1535

So I did this and I don’t think it’s good and there’s so much fluff (I guess that’s what it is. I don’t really know) at the beginning. That’s probably why it’s so damn long. But hopefully you guys like it and you can find the prompt list in my posts. I reblogged it in case anybody (or nobody) wants to request something (which nobody probably will)

It had been roughly about a couple of months or so since Barry Allen got struck by lightning which caused him to slip into a coma, only to wake up in STAR Labs, where he met Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon and Dr. Harrison Wells. He still had yet to tell his childhood friend, Iris West, about his new abilities, though, her father, Joe West knew about it.  

Barry had gotten close to Cisco and Dr. Wells, but Caitlin was a different story. They had gotten really close, but no, they weren’t together. Barry was still pining after Iris, who was with Joe’s partner, Detective Eddie Thawne- a blonde hair and blue-eyed man who was captivated by Iris’ beauty.  

They were happy, and Barry knew that. He just wished it was him instead of Eddie.  

Caitlin, however, was still not able to move on after her almost-husband, Ronnie Raymond, passed away in the particle accelerator, crushing the young doctor’s heart and her dreams of them starting a family together. When Barry came along, Caitlin told herself not to go after him, not wanting another Ronnie-like incident to occur.  

But yet, she still let her mind wander to what it would be like to be with Barry.

After they had gotten close, Caitlin and Barry found themselves living together. She asked him, which he secretly loved about her, and he agreed. It was hard for the two of them- Caitlin having these feelings she was catching and Barry not sure if he wanted to move on from Iris. Caitlin had to be really careful when taking a shower when he was there, not to make any sexual innuendos, or anything that would make Barry uncomfortable, because Caitlin hadn’t been when a guy yet as she was waiting for Ronnie to officially become her husband.  

Caitlin had told Barry about her late fiancé early on and was nervous as to how he would treat her. Everyone, including Doctor Carla Tannhauser, Caitlin’s mother, treated Caitlin with kid gloves and walked on eggshells around her. They didn’t want to bring up Ronnie’s name or anything that reminded Caitlin of him as they were afraid she’d breakdown from the reminder of what she would have had. Caitlin vividly remembered that night she told Barry. After telling him, her heart was racing like a freight train, worried about what he might say.

“Please don’t treat me with kid gloves, Barry. I’ve gotten enough of that to last me years.”

Barry was silent and then gently took her hands in his. They were sitting on her bed and she was resting against the headboard.  

“Ronnie seemed like a very good guy and I wish I could’ve met him. But Caitlin, you have the right to grieve for as long as you need. Take as much time as you need. Losing someone like that, someone close to you, it takes time to heal. I lost my mother because of something impossible, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready to accept that. But whatever you need to do, I’ll be right alongside you every step of the way. I’ll be healing with you.”

Caitlin’s heart swelled up and all the emotions she’s had to hide from everyone else came pouring out through her tears, and Barry held her as she did so.

In the present time, Barry was getting home late. He eventually caught feelings for Caitlin and now it was hard for both of them.  

Entering the apartment, Barry noticed that it was fairly quiet and assumed Caitlin was most likely asleep. Going into the kitchen, Barry began to fix himself a plate of dinner that Caitlin had left for him. Barry ate his dinner quietly after heating it up and when he went to the bathroom, passing by Caitlin’s bedroom, he heard a groan coming from the other side. He stepped closer to the door and swore he could hear something vibrating.  

Then he heard it.  

His name being moaned from Caitlin’s lips.  

Caitlin didn’t know what time Barry was getting home, or that he had arrived already, so her moans got louder by the second. Barry had gotten turned on by the sound, but his eyebrows were furrowed.  

He knew she was using a vibrator. That would explain the vibrating sound. But Barry could vibrate too. He figured out how to do it, and Caitlin knew that.  

So why didn’t she ask him?

Barry let out a breath at the realization that Caitlin might actually like him. That’s why she bought the vibrator  

That she was moaning his name

But Barry was about to prove to her that he was a way better vibrator than a toy could ever be.  

Barry slammed the door open, making Caitlin stop. Her eyes widened at the sight of Barry in her doorway.

“B-Barry. When did you- when did you get back? Um, I’m going to go-”

Caitlin was getting up off the bed but Barry used his speed to pin her down to the bed. He crashed his lips to hers, which caught Caitlin a bit off guard, but she kissed back as Barry intertwined his hands with hers.  

Caitlin let his hands go after a while and placed them at the zipper of his pants. Between the two of them, they got his pants and boxers off in one pull, and Caitlin gasped when she felt Barry’s hard-on on her thigh.

Barry began to place kisses down to her neck, sucking on that spot that made Caitlin moan. He pulled away and glanced at the shirt she was wearing, which was his. Caitlin glanced at him as his eyes darkened with lust at the sight of her wearing his clothes. She sat up and pulled off his shirt from her body, and he pulled her into his lap, placing his mouth on her chest. She moaned at the feeling as he pinched, sucked and squeezed as much as he felt like doing.  

Barry laid her gently back on the bed trailed his lips down her body and stopped at her core. From where he was, his eyes met hers.  

“What?”

“I can’t believe you’d use a vibrator when you know I can vibrate. I can make you come undone better than a vibrator could.”  

Caitlin’s voice got stuck in her throat at the sound of Barry’s voice, so lustful, and she watched as his lips turned it a smirk as he glanced down at her core. She let out a moan and gripped her bedsheet as he flicked her clit with his thumb.  

“I’m going to make a mess out of you.”

Barry places a kiss on her inner thighs and ignored the protest she was giving as he skipped the place she needed him the most.  

“Barry, please.”

“Please what, Cait?”

She let out a whimper. “Please touch me. Please.”

“Oh, like this?”

Barry used his fingers to rub Caitlin’s core, making her moan.  

“Barry!”

“That’s right, baby. Say my name.”

“Oh! Barry!”

He hadn’t vibrated yet, wanting to build her up first. He slipped two of his fingers into her, making her arch back. His mouth joined in, finding its place at her clit. Caitlin’s hands let go of her sheets and gripped Barry’s soft, brown locks instead.  

Barry spent the next few minutes just sucking and fingering her.  

And when Barry finally vibrated, her response made him as turned on as he could be.  

Feeling the vibration made Caitlin her grip his hair tighter and let out a louder moan. She pressed his face closer, in hopes that her incoming release would happen sooner.  

“Barry, oh my God. Make me cum, please.”

Barry vibrated faster and moved his fingers in and out as fast as he could. Next thing he knew, Caitlin was cumming and moaned nothing but his name, like a mantra.  

Caitlin took a few deep breaths as Barry sucked her clean. He laid down on the bed next to her and stared.  

“What?”

“What? Nothing. You’re just so beautiful.”

Caitlin’s cheeks heated up and she bit her lip as she looked away.  

“What’s on your mind, Cait?”

She was silent for awhile before speaking. “What just happened? We’re friends. Friends don’t do that kind of stuff to each other.”

“Well, maybe they do if one of them has feelings for the other.”

Caitlin glanced at him. “You do?”

“I do. It’s so hard not to. You’re sweet, brilliant and wonderful. I just didn’t have the guts to tell you how I felt because I didn’t know how to.”

“I couldn’t tell you either.”

Barry’s lips curved into a soft smile. “Does that mean that you-”

Caitlin pressed her lips to his and they shared a deep kiss.  

“I have feelings for you, Barry.”

“I have feelings for you too, Cait.”

The two shared a smile

“We’re so bad at this.”

“I think we’d be pretty good.”

“Well, first things first. Caitlin Snow, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

“I’d love to.”

The two shared a another kiss and Barry began to grind against her.  

“I believe it’s your turn now.”

#snowbarry #Barry Allen #Caitlin Snow #The Flash #prompt #smut #explict

[singledarkshade]

First Steps

Summary: Now a single father living in one time period for the rest of his life, Rip has to find his son a proper home, get him educated and learn to be part of the family who has adopted them as one of their own. Which is not something that is coming easy to him. Author’s Note: This is the sequel to Small Miracle. Enjoy.

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Part One Rip eased his sleeping son out the back of Joe’s car while Cisco gathered up the boy’s things and the gifts he’d got at the zoo that day.

“Daddy,” Jonas moaned softly.

“Hush,” Rip soothed rubbing Jonas’ back in slow circles, “We’re home now.”

Jonas mumbled something wrapping his arms and legs around his father as he fell asleep again against Rip’s shoulder.

“Thank you for taking us today, Joe,” Rip said to the man driving the car.

Joe nodded, “Iris and Barry always loved the zoo. I’m glad Jonas enjoyed it too.”

“See you later, Joe,” Cisco called as the car drove away and they started up to the apartment.

Rip took Jonas into their room and quickly changed his pliant son into his pyjamas settling him under the covers, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

This was the end of their second week here, the first full one since the Legends had left him. Rip was still trying to get his head around living in one time period but at least Jonas seemed to have settled in.

Tidying up the room he was currently sharing with his son Rip stopped for a moment and just watched the child sleep. Cisco was ordering dinner and then introducing him to another ‘classic’ movie. It had become a ritual over the past two weeks that Cisco would pick a movie for Jonas to watch then after the boy went to bed would pick another for Rip.

His reasoning was that he was educating them in pop culture which apparently Rip’s knowledge of was ‘woeful’.

Despite protesting every so often, Rip actually enjoyed the evenings watching movies especially when Jonas would sit cuddled up against him occasionally asking questions.

Returning to the lounge Rip frowned as he realised Cisco was arguing with Gideon. He’d used the transport discs to allow her access to the apartment. Unfortunately for Cisco this meant she had control over his TV and other media devices.

“Gideon,” Cisco stood in the centre of the room, arms folded in annoyance, “Just play the movie.”

“I find it offensive,” she replied.

“What’s wrong?” Rip asked.

Cisco waved his hands in annoyance, “She’s refusing to play the movie.”

“Gideon?” Rip called.

“The movie that Mr Ramon has chosen is insulting,” Gideon replied.

With a long sigh Rip rubbed his hand across his eyes, “Why?”

“It is a film about an Artificial Intelligence who is killing people,” Gideon told him sharply.

“Like you couldn’t take over the world if you wanted?” Cisco called at her before turning to Rip, “Terminator is a classic movie and one you need to know.”

Rip rolled his eyes at his friend, “Gideon, we are guests here. This is Cisco’s home so he can watch whatever he wants.”

“Captain...”

“When we move you can have a say then,” Rip promised.

The silence that answered made him smile slightly.

“Gideon,” Cisco spoke up, “Try not to think about the devices used for the storytelling and instead pay attention to the story. You might enjoy it.”

Rip dropped onto the couch trying not to smile too much.

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  Cisco checked his watch, if he was right then the train got in about ten minutes ago so their guest would be here soon. Rip was working on completely integrating Gideon into the Star Labs systems. She was currently running the building’s security as everyone agreed that was needed first and, despite the occasional disagreements over his film choices, Cisco was happy to have her there.

Jonas was currently in the small room just off the one Cisco was sitting in they’d set up for him. The boy was playing with the masses of Lego that Joe had given him. Rip protested that they had to stop buying the boy things only to be told it had once been Iris and Barry’s Lego so was simply being passed on.

“Mr Ramon,” Gideon told him, “There are two visitors at the main entrance.”

Checking the screen Cisco smiled, “That’s who we’re waiting for though one more than I was expecting. Let them in, Gideon and tell Rip they’re here.”

“Should I add them to the list of accepted individuals?” Gideon asked.

“Definitely,” Cisco called as he headed to meet their guests. The elevator opened and he grinned at Felicity Smoak and Oliver Queen, “Hi guys, welcome back.”

  “So,” Felicity said, “That was different. Have you finally upgraded your security?”

Cisco chuckled, “Oh we have. Just wait, you will be supremely jealous.”

“Where is your time traveller?” Oliver asked as he followed on behind them.

“Former time traveller,” Cisco corrected, “And he’s going to meet us in the lab,” he stopped and turned to Oliver, “He’s safe, he’s not going to hurt any of us and he is trying to raise his son. This is us trying to help him. Okay?”

Oliver held up his hands, “I promise to be nice.”

Felicity chuckled following on to the control room.

Cisco took his seat and watched their friends as they looked into the room where Jonas was sitting with his father. If anyone had any doubts about Rip and his intentions they were always dispelled the moment they saw the man with his little boy.

“Gideon,” Cisco said softly so the others didn’t hear him, “Let him know we’re here.”

Rip glanced up when Gideon advised him they were waiting, he quickly kissed his son’s forehead settling him back down with his toys.

“Mr Queen, Miss Smoak,” Rip greeted as he entered the room, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Cisco looked up at him mischievously, “So you’ve not met them in their future and your past?”

Rip frowned at him as Oliver then Felicity shook his hand.

“Okay,” Felicity grinned, “Ray asked me to set you up with a bank account, but we still have to work on an identity for you before I can give you access. That is what I am here to do.”

“I’m here to keep her company on the journey,” Oliver added, “Is that Lego?”

Rip smiled, “I’ll introduce you.”

  “I could have done this for Captain Hunter,” Gideon stated as Felicity and Cisco set up.

Felicity stared at her friend, “Who? What?”

“You remember Gideon from the Waverider,” Cisco grinned, “She decided to stay here with Rip and Jonas so she’s taking over Star Labs systems. And we know, Gideon but this allows us to set up something we can connect with us as well.”

“That is so cool,” Felicity said, glancing over she watched Rip introduce Oliver to Jonas.

Oliver sat down beside the boy and started building with the bricks assuring Rip they’d be fine.

“Let’s get this over with,” Rip sighed dropping into a seat where he could keep an eye on Jonas.

Cisco clapped his friend’s arm, “You need an identity to get a house as well as a car and get Jonas a proper education.”

“Mr Ramon is correct, Captain,” Gideon noted.

Rip rolled his eyes, “Thank you, Gideon.”

Felicity took a deep breath and opened the file she had prepared, “Alright. Let’s start with the easy questions. Name? I’m assuming you will be using the surname Hunter as that is the one your son is used to.”

Rip nodded.

“What about your first name?” Felicity asked as she typed, “Because I don’t know many people called Rip, is it short for something?”

“It’s not actually my name,” Rip replied wincing at the looks he was being given, he sighed, “Time Masters chose a name to hide their identities so that someone can’t target their ancestors.”

“I do need a name for your identity,” Felicity told him.

“Captain,” Gideon’s voice came before Rip tilted his head in the way Cisco had learned meant she was speaking to him privately through the communicator Rip kept in his ear at all times.

“Are you sure that won’t be detrimental to the timeline, Gideon?” Rip asked softly before nodding, “Michael,” he told them quietly, “The name I was raised with is Michael.”

Felicity and Cisco shared a quick look realising how personal a piece of information the man had just given them even if he phrased in a rather bizarre way.

“Michael Hunter,” Felicity smiled, “I like it.”

Cisco suddenly leaned over and added a detail.

“Michael Ripley Hunter?” Felicity asked, “Really?”

Cisco rolled his eyes, “Well if someone wants to know why we call him Rip then we need to have a reason.”

“And that is a reason?” Rip asked confused.

“When you were at school there were so many Michaels in the class that you all got a nickname,” Cisco explained, “You were called Rip from your middle name and it stuck. Does that make sense?”

Rip frowned, “Strangely, yes.”

  It took them about an hour to go through details for Rip’s background which once they were in the system would allow him to finally start looking properly for a home for them. Rip glanced over to his son’s playroom watching the legendary Green Arrow building a Lego tower with Jonas. Glancing to the side he saw Felicity was watching as well with a smile on her face.

“Okay,” Cisco said bringing their attention back to work, “I think this is finished. What’s the next step?”

Felicity started to type quickly, “I am connecting with the ARGUS system now and Lyla has promised this will be as if it was a real identity.”

“Thank you, Miss Smoak,” Rip told her.

Cisco rolled his eyes, “Come on man, we have gone over this.”

“I have just met her,” Rip retorted, “And she hasn’t given me permission to use her name.”

Felicity looked at them completely confused, “What are you talking about?”

“We’re trying to teach Rip that family use first names,” Cisco explained while the man in question rolled his eyes, “Can you just give him permission to call you Felicity so we can move on?”

Still a little bemused she nodded, “Of course.”

Cisco smiled smugly at Rip who simply sighed.

“Okay,” Felicity said, “Now we’ve sorted that, we need to go over the accounts Ray set up for you. Cisco, go away.”

“What?”

“This is for Rip only,” Felicity waved him away, “Out now.”

At her order Cisco muttered under his breath heading to his lab to check some things.

“Okay, Rip,” Felicity brought up the accounts Ray had asked her to set up for him, ���Here they are. This one is for Jonas, by the time he’s ready for college this should have at least doubled if the investments go as Ray predicts. I’m currently the other trustee on the account but if you want to change that let me know.”

“You obviously know what you’re doing, Felicity,” Rip told her, “I’m happy for you to remain the trustee.”

“Okay,” Felicity smiled at him, “Your other account.”

Rip eyes widened when Felicity brought up the second bank account Ray had set up. Despite the others teasing that he wasn’t well-versed in normality Rip was well aware how much money Ray had given him.

“Is that right?” Rip asked softly.

Felicity nodded, “He wanted to make sure you had enough to get a good place to live.”

“I could buy three houses with this,” Rip whispered.

She smiled, “Then you should start looking.”

  Rip smiled at the tower Jonas and Oliver had built, watching Oliver lift the boy to finish it.

“Wow,” Rip made them both turn, “That’s amazing.”

“It’s bigger than me,” Jonas grinned running to Rip when Oliver put him down.

Rip chuckled, “I can see that. It’s very impressive.”

Jonas beamed.

“How about we go and get some lunch?” Rip asked glancing at the other man, “With our new friends?”

Oliver nodded, “Sure.”

“Yeah,” Jonas grinned.

Rip knew his son liked how many people were in his life these days. It was one thing both he and Miranda always felt guilty about was how much they had to keep their son secreted away. At the time they thought that keeping him hidden would keep him safe from the Time Masters.

How wrong they were.

Now however Jonas had plenty of people who were willing to play with him and Rip was grateful for how they all took the little boy as part of their family.

“Come on,” he held his hand out to Jonas, “Let’s go get lunch.”

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Cisco Ramon: NSFW Alphabet

ok he is absolutely adorable in this gif but continue

Take a look at my MASTERLIST

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’d be so soft after, helping you clean up, and he’s such a cuddly person too. He’d want you in his arms, to have physical and actual proof that you are in fact safe and with him. 

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and of their partner’s)

His favorite part of him has to be his hair. He’s very proud of how it looks, but he also loves when your fingers end up pulling at it whenever you need to grab at something, especially when he’s going down on you.

Cisco is such an ass man, so his favorite part of you has to be your back, but when he says that, he means your entire back, all the way to your ass. Just looking at those beautiful curves of yours, he can barely control himself

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically.... I’m a disgusting human being)

The best thing to him is when the two of you both cum at the same time. Just knowing that you two are that close makes his little heart sing, the idea of the two of you being so together, absolute perfection.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory; a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly wants to try a night where you take full control, but he’d be absolutely terrified to ask. He doesn’t necessarily know if he will like it or not, but he definitely wants to try it out. 

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing)

He’s not as experienced as he would have liked, as we know what Dante used to do when he was younger, and he never really had the courage to ask girls out, being scared that they wouldn’t like him, or fear of rejection. 

F - Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

His two favorites are butterfly and doggy. He loves butterfly because he cannot get over the two of you being that close, and the angles are to die for. He loves doggy because he gets the perfect view of your ass and back.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous)

He’d definitely try his hardest to be serious, but he just can’t help cracking terrible puns and/or jokes to make you giggle. He loves the sound of your laugh, he says it just makes everything better.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

He would definitely trim, but shaving would only be a once in a while occurance. 

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

He would always try to be super intimate, even when he was absolutely desperate himself. He wanted to make sure that you knew he loved you in every single way. 

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

The way that the two of you got together for the first time was when you caught him getting himself off in the Time Vault after you wore that one sundress that chowed off all of your curves. You offered to help out ;)

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Cisco has the biggest daddy kink and yall can fight me on that.

It came out after he called himself the daddy of one of his new inventions and you made fun of him endlessly for it. You only realized how much it really turned him on when you were especially teasing him with the name throughout the work day, and he breached the both of you home just to fuck you. 

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The main place was most obviously the bedroom, but the Time Vault was always a good place for it, especially since it had a bit of significance. There was one time where everyone was out and Cisco fucked you over the main console in the Cortex. 

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

My god, he is such an ass man. Any time you would lean against the main console, he got an amazing few and he would start to lose it, or if you wore any sort of tight pants, that was a go to when you wanted to tease him.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cisco’s two deal-breakers would be hurting you, and sharing you. Cisco’s two biggest fears are him accidentally hurting you, and you leaving him, even though he has nothing to worry about.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill level, etc)

He absolutely loves eating you out, and damn, he is good at it. He loved to just drag you over somewhere private just to go down on you. He’d sit, lapping and sucking at you for hours if he could. Although his preference is to give, he’ll never say no to a blowjob if you offer.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depended on the context of the sex. If he was real turned on and he couldn’t take it, it was rough and so very passionate, but if he wanted to tease you, or really treat you, he liked to go slower.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Cisco would be all for them, wanting to be with you as much as physically possible, although he always loved it when you could get so lost in each other without having to worry about some sort of deadline or other focus.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Cisco was a relatively moderate risk taker. If he was turned on enough though, he barely even gave a fuck when it came to the risk, (See the letter L)

S - Stamina (How many round can they go for, how long can they last, etc)

He can normally go for one or two rounds, but they were always a long time when it came to it because he was pretty much obsessed with making you cum. 

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You don’t really need toys when your boyfriend is a literal vibrator, 

his superhero name is literally the Vibe, what would you expect.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Cisco absolutely loves to tease you, trying to drag out your pleasure for as long as possible. He loves to make you whine, and bring you to the point of no return over and over until you can’t take it any more.

V -Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not super loud but he lets out these low moans and groans that were quiet, yet absolutely drove you crazy

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures or words)

He’s thick, and about 8 inches long

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Cisco’s sex drive is pretty high, especially since he’s never had a girlfriend that is around a lot

Z - ZZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep after)

He likes to watch you fall asleep, so you most likely fall asleep first but every  so often he just couldn’t keep his eyes open.

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