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nouearth · 10 months

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joy-cons.

pairing ; barry allen x gn!reader. fandom: ; dc, the flash (cw) genre: ; fluff. rating ; pg. note ; it's been a while since i've written, so pls spare me the pain! just wanted to write a little drabble to start off my blog!

it took a lot of convincing for you to play mario party with barry. forty pleases and multiple interrogations on why you didn’t want to play to be exact.

are you scared? afraid you’ll lose again? come on, babe. i’ll go easy on you!

it’s not that you hated the game or anything. they’ve become a party favorite for years (except for the tenth game, we don’t talk about you) and you’ve always enjoyed how those games made you feel afterwards. whether you lost or won, cheated or played fair; mario party made you (and everyone) laugh and bond together, and you’ll always credit those games for bringing you and your family closer.

with your boyfriend… not so much.

“barry… listen…” you respond with an insecure smile, hesitant whether you should really bring this up with your boyfriend right now or suck it up and play a round if it makes him happy.

“oh no… are you still mad that i stole all your stars the last time? listen, we can play the other games! i’m sure one of them have an option to turn it off or something…” barry playfully rambles, his signature smile that made you fall in love with him still remaining. “which really defeats the purpose of the game, though. because then it becomes all vanilla and if everyone is given a fair chance-“

“barry- no.” you cut him off with a small peck to his lips, a gesture you often do whenever he goes on a tangent.

“then what is it?” he repeats the same gesture back, following up by leaning his forehead on yours to gaze into your eyes a little closer, his hold on your hands tightening to keep your balance and his upright.

“well… uh… okay, you know that mini-game where you have to button-mash the hammer into the little sand cactus thingies?” you describe the mini-game that made your thumbs sore in aftermath. in all honesty, you were great at it. until barry came along.

“the pokeys? yeah! you know i got a world record on that?”

“uh-huh. i was right there.” you lead him to the couch where both you and barry sit, reaching over to grab the red and yellow joy-cons on the table. “less than a millisecond…” you mutter to yourself.

“what about it?”

“well…” you clear your throat and open your palm that’s been holding the red joy-con for barry to take. “you broke them again.”

“oh- i can just pay you back, you know that-“

“no… barry. that’s not the problem! i’ve been noticing and this always happens whenever we play those type of mini games where we have to break our thumbs until they’re beating red!”

“hey! we don’t have to play those! we can skip and… and we can-“ barry fumbles over his words and you can tell something’s making him nervous. it’s quite comical, this entire situation. you weren’t mad, sad, disappointed, but suspicious.

“barry, did you even look at the joy-con.” you shut your lip tight, almost wanting to laugh, but remain serious as your boyfriend looks like he’s in a state of panic.

“wha-“ barry averts his eyes down to his palm. a singular joy-con, the one that he always uses whenever you guys play together, except it looks a little different than usual. “it doesn’t look broken to me- OOOOOH MY GOD.”

barry’s eyes register to a burnt joy-con. well, the other half of it. one side still maintains its signature red, but barely. he looks up at you with wide eyes and an expression akin to edvard munch’s the scream painting.

“yeah- can you tell me how you managed to smoke literally half of the controller? and out of all the games, it’s mario party?!” you take the controller back from his hand and examine it closely. one of the buttons is also smashed in. no wonder he had to get a different controller mid-round.

“listen- i don’t know how that happened! i mean, i told you i’ve been lifting more recently-“ barry attempts to grab the controller back from you as if withholding it would take any more suspicion off of him. the struggle has him rolling on top of you while both you and barry’s arms extend further away from each other.

“oh my god, barry. are we seriously doing this right now-“ you breathe out from under him.

“and that world record?! i blink once and suddenly you win first place with less than a millisecond to your name?! i’m not even sure if it registered how fast you were, barry.” you struggle through your words as he pushes his weight on top of your lungs in a continuing attempt to retrieve the joy-con, but a sigh of relief exhales when you drop the controller and barry rolls off of you.

“i’m good at games! great at them! i thought we talked about this, y/n!” you take a minute to catch your breath and watch barry desperately retrieve the joy-con as if his life depended on it.

“barry, you literally only win when we play those mini games-“ something catches your eye when he loops his finger through the joy-con’s wrist strap and the edge of the controller knocks an object out from under the couch.

another red joy-con.

you take a closer look and in midst, catch a glimpse of barry’s ‘oh shit face.’ before he could swipe it back under the couch, you hop off the couch next to him and crouch down, taking a closer look.

It’s burnt, just like the one you confronted barry about it. you pick it up and examine it with your hands. same damage.

“I can explain-“ you cut him off when you begin pushing the couch away. “oh my god, y/n. no, no, no, no!” he dramatically pleas, but barry knows he’s in too deep as what has been his worst kept secret, is finally revealed.

a clutter of broken joy-cons, all red with similar burnt marks and smashed in buttons reveal before you. it must’ve been at least fifty controllers scattered in a pile. at least four thousand dollars’ worth of product. he’s broken a few joy-cons before, which is why you brought it up to him in the first place… but that’s only been four or five times. not over fifty?! you could tell barry was in desperate need in saving money too because you also saw some third-party brands that resembled the joy-cons.

“okay, so… you aren’t going to believe me… but i have these amazing superpow-“

“barry..? w-what the hell?!”

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pricetagofficial · 1 year

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For Every Loss, There is a Win -W.W. [18+]

Warnings: Language, angst, smut, face riding, oral sex, wally being too adorable for words, is my love for soccer seeping through?

Pairing: Soccer Player!Wally West x Reader

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Word Count: 2.26K

A/n: Big thanks to Fish for helpign me with this! Love you! This is a part two to my previous soccer wally fic! I hope you enjoy!

It killed you to see him like this, Wally never took losing a game easy but this was a new low. His eyes were glued to his phone, taking in every negative comment fans and rivals had to say about the game, and how he flubbed the final shot. What made it worse was the sports channel was playing on the T.V. highlighting moments from the game, including Wally’s performance.

“I’m not sure what West was doing out there today Rob, but as you can see he immediately stepped wrong from the get go.”

“You’re right Nick. What he should have done was pass, and let someone else take the shot.”

“Maybe West has let the fame and glory get to his–”

You couldn’t take it, ripping the plug out of the wall you walked over and took Wally’s phone out of his hand.

“Hey! Babe I–” he protested, before you walked off with his phone and hid it where he wouldn’t find it.

“Wally, you have got to stop listening to them,”

“Y/N, they’re right! I was getting too ahead of myself and I–”

Pinching his lips shut, you frowned. “If I hear one more negative comment, you won’t get any of the tacos I made.”

Wally slumped his shoulders and nodded, with a muffled “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, now go sit your cute butt down and eat and then we can snuggle.”

Once you released his lips, Wally sulked off to the couch and ate. Your dinner was silent, Wally still stuck in this pit of depression he couldn’t seem to find his way free from. You had to find a way to get him out of this rut he found himself in.

Not even bothering to take care of the dishes, you grabbed Wally’s hands and led him back towards the couch. Taking a seat, you pulled him down with you and rested your head on his chest. Wally’s hand found its place on your waist, holding you close on his lap as you turned on the television, and found the perfect thing to get his mind off the game.

The mind numbing mediocreness that is known as Dora the Explorer.

Wally snorted a little, and pulled you closer. “Dora, really?”

“I think you need to work on your Spanish babe,” you teased, pecking his cheek.

“It can’t be that bad,”

“We’ll decide that at the end,”

Rolling his eyes, Wally relaxed with you in his hold as he watched the T.V. The short program seemed to be just what he needed, the mundane task of watching a children’s show and poking at him to participate when Dora asked for help.

“Babe, I’m not saying it.”

“Wally, Dora clearly needs your help.”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Not doing it.”

Raising a brow, you turned him to look at you. “I’ll give you a kiss if you do,”

You watched as the thought passed through his mind, Wally side-eyeing the T.V. before turning to you. “Swiper, no swiping.”

Ever so softly, you leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his lips, before looking at him with a smile.

“Swiper, no swiping.” he said again, with a hint of his humor returning to his voice.

You obliged, and leaned in for a kiss again, this one lasting a second longer than the last. Wally’s hold on your waist tightened slightly, before he relaxed again.

“Swiper, no swiping.” he said again, his eyes not leaving you.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to kiss me now,”

“Am not, Dora has to say it three times before Swiper goes away.”

Turning so you’re straddling his lap, you pressed a third kiss to his lips. This time Wally held your waist with both hands, keeping you closer long enough he could inhale your scent as he kissed you.

Pulling away, you couldn’t fight the smile at his wide eyes. Every time you kissed him, he looked like it was your first all over again. You never got tired of the adoring look on his face.

“Nicely done babe, you got rid of Swiper.” you teased, poking his chest.

“¡Lo hicimos!”

“Now you’re just looking for an excuse,” you giggled,

“Dora says it every episode, I’m learning, see?” he hummed expectantly, looking at your lips he craved so much at this point.

Gripping your waist tightly, Wally watched as you leaned in and gave him another kiss. This one was different from the others, it was more urgent and needy than before, almost like you didn’t want to stop.

“Eres hermosa”,

“I don’t think you learned that from Dora, Wally.” you giggled,

“I’m pretty sure I did,” he grinned, knowing full well you couldn’t resist kissing him again.

“You’re insufferable,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him once again. This time, Wally didn’t intend to let you go so soon.

Having you on his lap was driving him insane, but he had to control his urges. You were just wanting to cheer him up, not have sex. Not wanting to lose it, Wally moved a hand to cradle your head.

Big mistake.

The cute little noise you made sent all the blood rushing straight to his dick Wally was sure you could feel pressing against your thigh now. Pulling back from the kiss, Wally could feel your breath fanning over his face as you panted to catch your breath.

The smell of you enveloped him, making it harder to not flip you and fuck you right there on the couch. He had to find a way to calm down, not wanting to make you do something you didn’t want.

You weren’t sure what was going through his mind, but you watched all thoughts halt as you reached down to grasp his cock in your hand, pulling a pathetic whine from his lips.

“Babe–” he gasped, against your lips.

“Yes?” you tilted your head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You-You sure you w–want this?” he stammered, trying to hold back his moans from you fondling him through his pants.

Stopping your movements, you leaned back to look at him. “I’m the one who just grabbed your dick, and you’re the one asking me if I want to?”

Wally’s ears went pink.

“Do I need to grind on it for you to get the hint?” you grinned.

“No, but I would not complain. Maybe if you sit on my face, I might.”

You slapped his arm, giggling as he waggled his eyebrows.

Tightening his grip on you, Wally grinned. “Hurt me good, Babe.”

Raising a brow at him, you pushed Wally back onto the couch and watched as he landed with wide eyes looking up at you. Adjusting your hips, you grinned seeing the shocked look on Wally’s face.

“What’s the matter babe, cat got your tongue?”

Wally leaned back into the couch, watching as you moved your hips up his body slowly left speechless at your actions. Before he knew it, your thighs were beside his head, giving him a perfect view up your skirt.

Hooking your thumbs into the band of your underwear, Wally watched as you slowly slid them down your hips, his mouth watering at the sight of your soaked pussy.

Once you got them down to your legs, Wally helped you get them off and tossed them across the room. Running your hands down his chest, you felt Wally shudder under your touch as you lowered your hips onto his face.

His hands came up to grip your hips, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Wally lapped his tongue through your folds, pulling you impossibly closer to his face, listening to the sweet moans coming from you. You were sure his hands were going to leave marks from how tight he was gripping you.

"If you behave, maybe I'll let you do the same to me."

Immediately, Wally’s tongue picked up the pace as he tried to taste every inch of you he could.

Gripping the bottom of his shirt, you rocked your hips into his face moaning as he ate you out like it was his last meal.

“Oh–Just like that baby,” you moaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back. “Such a good boy for me.”

Wally whined at the nickname, your name lost on his tongue as he continued as you canted your hips against his face. The raunchy sounds of Wally’s tongue entering and suckling all he could out of you.

Leaning forward, you slowly unzipped Wally’s pants hearing him groan softly at the release of his jeans. Letting out a low moan, you mouthed at this length of his cock your breath fanning over his crotch.

“Does my good boy want me to suck his cock?” you asked, gripping his thighs tightly as you slowly lost yourself in the pleasure of Wally’s tongue on your pussy.

Wally bucked his hips in response, pulling you lower onto his face not caring one bit about coming up for air. If he wanted, Wally could live out the rest of his days with his face buried between your thighs, lapping at your sweet cunt and listening to the pretty sounds you made for him.

Pulling his pants and his boxers down, you stroked your finger and thumb up and down his cock, smearing the precum over his shaft before taking it into your mouth.

Wally moaned loudly, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of your thighs as you swallowed his cock. Bobbing your head, you felt Wally melt under your touch as he continued to eat your pussy.

Rocking your hips, you whined around his cock feeling the familiar build up of your orgasm. Your cries were muffled as you chased your high, unable to focus on Wally’s cock in your mouth. Wally felt your walls tighten around his tongue, before you released on his face coating it in your juices.

Wally moaned, lapping up every bit he could, savoring every drop. Swallowing all he could, Wally lifted your hips.

“Ba–Babe,” he gasped in between breaths. “Turn over, now.”

You barely heard his request before you were flipped onto your back and Wally was shoving his cock down your throat. A loud moan left him as he thrusted his hips, listening to the wet sounds of you choking on his cock.

Looking down at you, Wally saw the fucked out look on your face and grinned. “Look at my baby girl taking my cock so well,” he hummed.

“Should I reward her?”

There were muffled pleas from you, followed by gagging as Wally shoved his cock deeper. Leaning down, Wally licked a strip between your folds that had you squealing around his shaft. Wally loved the taste of your pussy, your release sweet on his tongue as he devoured you.

Moving his hips, Wally continued to lap at your wall and press his thumb to your clit as he nipped at your folds slightly. Each one had you curling your toes and kicking your legs.

Feeling his balls tighten, Wally moaned against your pussy as he continued to move his hips.

“Just a little more baby,” he hummed, kissing your cunt. “Just a little more and you can have my cock all you want, okay?”

Thrusting his hips, Wally moaned your name as he cummed down your throat, before you cried out and reached your climax.

Thoroughly exhausted, Wally carefully rolled off you and flipped around before pulling you close. Placing kisses all over your face, Wally began taking his shirt and pants off. Once done, Wally pressed a kiss to every bit of exposed skin as he helped you get the rest of your clothes off, covering you in kisses still before slowly slipping his cock into you.

Letting out a low moan, Wally held you close and kissed your shoulder. “So fucking perfect, just for me.”

“Imagine how I feel,” you gasped, clenching around his shaft as you adjusted to his girth.

“After we nap, I promise to fuck you properly baby.”

Leaning back into him, you hummed. “I look forward to it.”

A couple hours later, and some wonderful wake-up sex, you and Wally were tangled up on the couch in a woolen blanket knitted by Wally’s mother, whom you’ve met and had dinner with.

Wally’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

His hair tickled your face making you giggle, “Wally, what are you doing?”

“Loving you,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your tacky skin.

Stroking your fingers through his hair, you held him close. “You still aren’t thinking about the game are you?”

Wally’s sudden silence gave you all the confirmation you needed.

“Babe, you can’t let them get to you.”

“Y/N, you haven’t seen what these people are capable of.”

Raising a brow, you turned your head to look at him. “I’ve shown you what people have said about me being your girlfriend, do you have any idea how much that hurts?”

“Probably something like this?” he muttered, peeking an eye to look up at you.

“Something of the sort, yeah. It never gets any easier, but knowing I get to come home to you every day makes it that much more worth it.”

Wally stayed silent, thinking over your words and of course you were right but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. Wally had an ego to protect after all.

Instead, he snuggled closer to you.

“You know I love you right?”

A small smile formed on your lips. “Of course I do, and I love you too, Wally.”

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writing-desk-rae · 11 months

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ColdFlash Prompt 13

Captain Cold has an Instagram account.

Other social media alternatives accepted

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sophiainspace · 17 hours

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How long did you have the idea for and how much plot was ready/sorted out when you started writing "An Honest Thief"?

How I had the idea: I had Covid in October. I was in bed rewatching a big chunk of season 1, and I ended up watching through an Iris-focused lens. How did she feel about the extreme number of people she cared about who lied to her, over months? (They only sort of addressed that in the show - she got mad with Joe and Barry, but forgave them pretty quickly, to my mind.) Then I got to the Snart episodes and of course started thinking about Coldwest and how, if they'd known each other, he wouldn't have lied to her - he'd have been brutally honest, maybe to the point that she would have found it a bit much. And that's where the idea grabbed me.

How much plot was ready: I wrote about 8000 words in a few days, whenever I could sit up.* I drafted everything up to just after Iris finding out who the Flash was...

...and then it became clear this was going to be a fic partly focused on Iris being aro, and I went shit because I didn't feel qualified to write that. Whatever that means - I mean, I don't believe the purity culture nonsense that you can only write a thing if you've lived it, and also I am grey/demiromantic, but I've never thought about that very much - until this fic! So I slowed down in the second half and tried to work out where things would go once Iris knew the truth, and got help from the excellent @achangeinpriorities (who has now looked at many snippets and commented on the aro rep - thanks!), and generally floundered around a lot. This is not how I usually write - I tend to plot out a fic from the beginning, even if things change while writing - so it's been a rollercoaster. I think the tone of the fic has shifted, which might have lost me readers, but I'm having fun and that's what matters.

I did not have a resolution in mind at any point (except I'd planned one final scene with Len and Iris). As you can probably tell by the whole thing with the Coldflash side ship and then Coldwestallen hitting me out of left field (although that's prob not to be resolved until a hypothetical sequel). I thought this thing would have about 5 chapters - it's currently up to 10, with at least one more to go. I've been scrambling around for an ending for weeks, and the perfect one just hit me, the other day. Which is great, as if I write too many more chapters of this thing, I'll lose even more readers than have already stopped bothering with this weird monster of a fic ;)

Which, honestly, I'm not surprised this one hasn't had many readers. The Flash fandom isn't very active now - the remaining fans are mostly Coldflash folks (a ship I like but don't write very well). But post-show tiny fandoms are my favourite place to write fic (hence all my years in the Buffy fandom). You get a few dedicated readers (like you, Toby!), and you lap up all the fic that's still being written, and it all becomes much more friendly than a huge fandom ever could be.

Thank you for the question! 🩶

*Despite being really quite sick, apparently my muse was still very active in churning out fic nonsense. Brains are weird.

Talk Shop Tuesday

#an honest thief #the flash fanfic #coldwest #coldflash #coldwestallen #my fic #iris west #leonard snart

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teamwestallen · 11 months

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If Only

Summary: What If Barry woke up from his coma and iris had fallen asleep while visiting him.

Notes: My first published (main focus) Westallen fanfiction. I have written two others that include westallen but it's not the main focus or main part of the story. I did have another idea before this but I haven't gotten a chance to go back to the draft I have set for it on Wattpad and actually start writing it!

Chapter(s): 1/1

Warning: As usual major fluff. Barry also suddenly wakes up from a coma. Nothing very graphic or bad really just a bunch of fluff and cuteness!

Characters: Barry Allen and Iris West.

Rating: K+

Narrator's POV

For the past nine months Barry had been in a coma. Every second seeing him in this state broke Iris heart. Every second seeing him like this made her miss him with every fiber of her being. She was desperate to have him back. She would do anything to have him back. To hear his laugh again and see his sweet but goofy smile, or hear him geek about some science thing again. Oh how she missed him.

She would visit him at Star Labs as much as she could. She would talk to him sometimes hoping he would hear, before the coma he would always be the one willing to listen to her problems and worries. He of course would wash away the worries and be the one to stop her from making irrational decisions. Barry usually always knew what to say. And Iris was always the one who would stick up for him. She always believed him when he talked about what happened to his mother. She always listened when others didn't. To her, he was cutest need. To him she was the most beautiful girl, he loved her before he knew what true love was. They were made for each other they balanced each other out just ever so perfectly.

The day had been dull, she was working on dissertation she hadn't quite gotten the right touches she wanted just yet, there was just something missing. As of late shes felt like that, that there was something missing in her life. And that something was Barry. After work she headed to Star Labs to see him. It had been a few days since she had last seen him, and felt it had been too long already. So she pulled into the Star Labs parking lot and walked into the Labatory. She talked to him for a few hours, she started felt her eye lids get heavy and she leaned her head on his shoulder and fell Into a deep sleep.

"Iris wake up," Barry rubbed her shoulder softly. Iris immediately woke up with a start.

"Barry?" Iris looked shook, she couldn't believe her eyes."Your awake?" Iris hugged him immediately. Barry winced.

"Right, sorry." Iris said apologetically.

"It's okay Iris, don't worry." Barry replied softly. For a few minutes there was a silence but not the kind of awkward silence as some dreaded, it was a comfortable silence. Barry thought how he should word it but finally just thought he'd go out with it.

"Iris..." Barry started, intertwining their hands together. Iris scrunched together in confusion. Barry always thought she looked cute when she did that. She looking down at Barry and hers intertwined hands. "Wha..." she trailed off with a whisper.

"Iris I remember everything you said to while I was in a coma."

Her face morphed from confusion to shock to horror within seconds. "How...?" She asked, her eyes were wide with confusion, shock, and horror. She didn't want him to find out like this.

"Iris it's okay."

"No it isn't! I didn't want to you to find out like this. This-" Before Iris could become flustered and worried Barry crashed his lips against hers silencing her worries. The kiss was long over due after years of pinning after one another. The kiss was soft and slow but passionate nevertheless. Everything both of them ever wanted. All the worries Iris and Barry had were washed away it was like they had no worries all they had was each other and this blissful moment with one another. Barry moved his hand to her cheek and deepened the kiss. Iris leaned closer to Barry placing her hand on his chest. They stayed in this joyous and blissful moment for a few more seconds and then they both pulled away. They both smiled blissfully at one another. Iris moved to Barry's bed and layed her head on his chest, they snuggled against one another.

"I love you, Barry." Iris said looking up at Barry. Barry smiled goofly at her. He answered by proclaiming "I love you too, Iris." And once again they were both engulfed in loving kiss.

The End

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 2 years

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A/N: a tale starring Iris and Wally of how they deal with a past grief. for day 7 - hurt/comfort for @arrowverseappreciation.^^

#avaw22 #iris west #wally west #the flash #enchant: fanfics #the flash fanfic

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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i got a request a while ago that i forgot to address but i just wanted to post this list of fandoms that i write/want to write for, bc even if I reblog someone’s fic, that doesn’t mean i write for that fandom:

marvel/mcu/xmen

stargate

arcane

star wars

percy jackson

shadowhunters

TVD universe

merlin

ncis

disney (varies on what movie)

ocean’s 8

(edit) DCTV, legends of tomorrow, the flash, supergirl

knowing myself, there will probably be more in the future, as i am constantly looking for new world’s to delve into

#marvel fanfiction #stargate fanfiction #arcane fanfic #star wars fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #shadowhunters fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #merlin fanfic #ncis fanfiction #disney fanfiction #oceans 8 fanfic #legends of tomorrow fanfiction #supergirl fanfiction #the flash fanfic

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) i'm standing still

i'm standing still

the flash | iris/barry teen, 731 In his attempts to spoil her, Barry cooks Iris' breakfast and brings it to her in bed.

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superbat-love · 2 months

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Barry: Hey Clark, we heard about your recent breakup. Really sorry to hear that, man.

Clark: [gloomily] Yeah...

Bruce: [stares out the window]

Arthur: You will meet someone better suited for you one day—your destined soulmate.

Clark: I hope so.

Bruce:

Hal: I mean, who wouldn't go for you? You're strong, smart and handsome!

Clark: Thanks Hal.

Barry: Yeah! I’m sure you'll meet someone who's just as kind and attentive and knows how to cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.

Clark: Mn.

Hal: Hey, there's this new bar that just opened up in downtown Metropolis! We should go and check it out this weekend! Whaddya say?

Arthur, Hal and Barry stare expectantly at Bruce.

Bruce: [slowly turns to look at Clark] I like the look of your bleeding heart.

Arthur, Hal & Barry: ???

Clark: [visibly cheers up] Thanks Bruce! You know, it took a few attempts to grow those flowers in outer space, but I finally got it right! They look slightly different from those cultivated on Earth, but I find them unique. I'm glad you like them too!

Arthur, Hal & Barry: It worked?!

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zylev-blog · 4 months

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Danny was pissed. He was chilling in the Speedforce, waiting on his dad—the Flash—to show up when he felt something shift around him. He exited the speedforce to find that the timeline had changed again, and he had been written out of the timeline. He technically was a time anomaly now, and didn’t exist. So he talked to Clockwork, a ghost he’d gotten to know extremely well after Danny’s creation.

Danny was a clone of the Flash and Green Lantern(Hal Jordan) as part of an experiment that Lex Luthor had taken prior to cloning Superboy. Lex had wanted to know if the power ring was able to transmit anything genetically (it couldn’t. It was a wearable weapon, not a genetic thing.) but Danny had inherited Flash’s superspeed, so he wasn’t a complete loss. Danny wasn’t sure if he looked more like either man, considering they both wore masks. He had brown hair and green eyes. Beyond that, he tanned well, was tall for his age, and packed on muscle far easier than the Flash did. He hadn’t ever seen either man out of the costume.

After a talk with Clockwork, he decided he was just going to force his way back into his Dad’s life. Both of them, if possible. He arrived years before his creation by mistake, right near the start of the Justice League. By his estimates, the team had only been formed for a year before he’d arrived. It was strange; he both didn’t exist and was from the future. He guessed that it was around nine years before his birth, and since he was technically six months old, he was 9 years in the past. Thinking about this was going to give him a headache.

The Justice League was severely mistrustful of each other. They didn’t go out of their way for teamups, didn’t have weekly meetings, and almost pretended if the other members didn’t exist. The most recluse of them was Batman, of course. If any hero set foot in Gotham, they were booted out before they even got to downtown. Danny highly suspected Batman had the entire city on camera. The situation was weirding him out more than before. What had happened to the team?! He was used to everyone being one big family, and even the sidekicks having their own teams… speaking of sidekicks, why was Robin so small?! Wait a minute, that wasn’t the third Robin that he was used to, that was the first Robin! Baby Nightwing!

Thankfully for him, he still had his costume on this entire time as he zipped around the country, spying on the younger members of the Justice League. It was surreal watching everyone try to capture him, but he wasn’t going to be caught that easily!

Eventually his presence forced the Justice League into another teamup. Batman laid the trap out, and Flash lured him into it. The plan was so beautiful that he didn’t even realize it was a trap until he was caught in it. Green Lantern took off Danny’s mask, and for the first time, he looked at his fathers without a mask. They didn’t make the connection to him right away. It wasn’t until Wonder Woman’s lasso made its way around his wrist that the truth finally came out.

“Who are you?” Wonder Woman asked.

“Oof , hard question—ow ow oww—I’m being honest!” He struggled against the lasso as it started to burn him. “My designation was Dn-y, I go by Danny, though. I’m a clone.”

“Of who?” Batman demanded.

“Flash and Green Lantern.” The lasso was glowing brightly, indicating that he was telling the truth.

“How did you escape?” Flash asked.

He didn’t answer right away. He was trying to think about how to phrase the whole time traveling—timeline erasure thing when the lasso started to burn him again. “Ow ow! Sorry, I’m thinking! Ow! Turn down the settings on that thing, holy shit—okay, okay.” He winced, his words coming out in one breath as he quickly talked, “What do you know about time travel?”

Diana’s eyebrows were rising. “How are you able to resist the lasso for so long?”

“I’m not really resisting it.” He answered, noting the obvious deflect of his last question, “I just-oww—okay! My mind moves too fast for me to put into words sometimes and it makes me stop to think about it, but like, I’m not good at controlling the speed in which I speak all the time—owww make this thing stop burning me! I’m speaking honestly!”

Diana revoked the lasso, and he rubbed his wrist where his costume was starting to singe. He was still trapped in an anti-speedster prison, so it wasn’t exactly like he was going anywhere anyway.

“Why were you asking about time travel?” Batman asked.

“Based on the crickets chirping I heard earlier, that leads me to believe you guys haven’t had any experience in it yet.” He leaned against the wall of the prison, wincing as it shocked him with electricity. “Seriously? How paranoid are you, Batman?” He rubbed his shoulder. “Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting with you people, but I feel so attacked right now.”

“So we have experience with it in the future?” Superman piped up.

“Yeah?” His tone of voice equated to a ‘duh’ tone. “Why would I ask what you knew if I wasn’t from the future?”

“How far in the future are you from?” Green Lantern asked.

“Nine years, maybe close to ten? Timelines are weird. I’m technically six months old, but at the same time I’m sixteen. Cloning is odd, but I was like, the first clone ever, so I don’t really have a basis for this sort of thing, if you catch my drift.” He shrugged. He seemed like he talked a lot more than the heroes did, but he didn’t know if that was because he was a chatterbox, or because they weren’t comfortable in each other’s presence. Either way, the silence was odd to him.

“How did you end up here?” Batman asked.

“Honestly? I don’t fully know. Don’t give me that look, Diana! I’m telling the truth.” He added quickly as Diana fingered her lasso again. “All I know is one minute, I’m chilling in the Speedforce, and the next, the timeline is changed and I’m nine years too early for my birth. You’d think the timeline would at least have the decency to spit me out in my own year, but nooo, it wanted to—“

“What’s the Speedforce?” Superman interrupted.

He tilted his head at Superman’s question, then turned to the Flash. “How long have you had your powers?”

Flash shifted uncomfortably. “Two years.”

“Oh boy.” Danny’s green eyes widened. “You don’t know anything about them, do you?”

“I do know things!” Flash deflected, “My suit doesn’t catch on fire anymore! I can run up to Mach 2! I can get from either end of the country in thirty minutes!”

He groaned loudly. “Oh no. Oh no.” He chewed on his thumb, trying to recall everything he’d learned about his powers from his Flash. While he hadn’t learned his or Green Lantern’s identity yet, he knew almost everything about their hero personas and a lot of personal information. They were just worried of the Cadmus connection and didn’t want their identity to fall into the wrong hands if they still could see inside of Danny’s head.

“What’s wrong?” Diana asked.

“Okay.” He ran his hands through his brown hair, making it spike up. “Hypothetically—“ he cut himself off as Batman glared at him. “Okay, totally real, but uh, Flash, let’s just say that I’m faster than you right now. A lot faster.”

“How much?” Flash took a step forward, obviously curious.

“From what we can tell, I’ve topped out at Mach nine.” He responded with a dry laugh, “But your speed was still a lot faster than mine. You’d never tell me what it was. I’m still growing though, and I’m getting faster. I’m able to beat my precious time by almost double each time we test. But my situation was complicated, and things were happening, and it was a mess.”

“Like what?” Superman asked.

“World war three. I think?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture that he had picked up from Green Lantern, “Things got complicated. That’s why I was going to wait for…” his eyebrows scrunched together as the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. “It was you!” He turned to Flash. “You!” He jabbed a finger at the speedster. “You set this up! You set ME up!”

The heroes took fighting stances, but Superman took a step forward, blocking them from Danny. “What are you talking about?”

“Okay okay.” He was trying to calm down his anger, but he had been told by Green Lantern in the past that he had inherited the man’s anger issues. “Let me start at the beginning. This is going to be a long story, you might want to take a seat.”

Nobody moved, but everyone was tense.

“Or not. Okay. So my creation starts with Lex Luthor.” He noticed Superman stiffen. “He used me as his trial, if you will. Once he got a successful attempt at cloning—me—he moved onto his real target. Cloning Superman.” Danny’s green eyes hovered onto Superman’s blue ones. “He was successful.”

“What happened?” Superman’s voice was unnaturally quiet.

“Well, at first, Conner wasn’t showing that he had all the powers of Superman. So Lex tossed him aside and tried again. The second attempt was more successful than the first. But cloning Kryptonian dna was hard, I guess.” He shrugged. “The second clone lacked basic emotions. Empathy, remorse… it made him the perfect little weapon for Lex. But eventually, the clone’s anger and Lex’s greed got to a point of no return. Lex was elected President of the United States and uh…you can probably see where this is going, right? While the fighting hadn’t like…’officially’ started,” He used his fingers to create air quotes around the word ‘officially’, “Things were getting tense. See, we couldn’t take the clone down because Lex had wrote out the Kryptonite deficiency out of his weakness. And the clone had all the strength of Superman and none of his remorse…”

Superman looked pale. “I see.”

“So Flash and I came up with a plan.” He turned back to his father, “We were going to travel into the next dimension for help. From what we could tell, that dimension was full of god-like beings, and one of them actually helped me out earlier! But for a lot of them, they ask for a price for their help. But anyway, Flash and I were going to take our case to the King and plead for help. I was waiting for Flash when the timeline reset and I found out that not only did I not exist, but I was nine years too early.”

“What are you going to do now?” Green Lantern asked.

“Dunno,” His voice dropped as the reality hit him. He wasn’t going home—his home didn’t exist anymore.

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orangesunsets12 · 1 year

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Thank you so much for asking! Here you go!

🤡: This one was a hard one (I write so much angst lol), but here's a bit of a story that makes me laugh! This is from a story from the Young Justice (DC Comics) fandom, where Wally and Artemis make a bet: if Artemis gets scared on a roller coaster, she would owe Wally some funnel cakes, but if she doesn't, Wally owes her $50. This takes place right after they hop on the ride.

“Ready, Artemis?”

She nodded stiffly. “Ready.”

The ride jerked once again, and they went over the steep track. They sped up as they kept falling, their stomachs lurching within their bodies. Artemis felt herself be lifted off the seat, and she screamed.

“Wally!”

She turned to her boyfriend desperately, and there was a huge smile on his face, he glanced at her, laughing.

“I knew it!”

Link to the story if anyone is interested in reading more! Roller Coaster

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🎶: Yes, I love listening to music when I write! I usually need some background noise when I write (the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard bothers me a lot sometimes...I don't know why lol. It's the same thing with pencils on paper) and I either listen to music or I watch some familiar movies/TV shows. The kind of music I listen to changes by the day, but lately I've been listening to songs by Djo (Joe Keery), one of them being the song End of Beginning. I can't get enough of this song!

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🏆: My most popular fic in the Stranger Things fandom is my 28 chapter (and still going) story It Takes Two to Survive. It's about Steve and Robin being taken by Brenner and getting powers. I'm shocked at how big the response to the story has been but very, very grateful!

For The Flash fandom, my most popular fic is Then There Were Three, where a young Cisco is adopted into the West family, filled with angst, some fluff, and Parental Joe West . It's honestly one of my favorite fics I've written for this fandom!

Thanks again for asking!

Fanfic writer questionnaire!

#writer questions #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #stranger things fanfic author #stranger things fanfic #the flash fanfic #young justice fanfiction

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writing-desk-rae · 2 months

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New fic drop!

Sorry to my other fics, this plot bunny mugged me in an alleyway and is holding my ability to write things to ransom

On the bright side, COLDFLASH!

Edit: now part 1 of a nonlinear series, and has a proper title

Introducing: call after breakfast, first part of the series: the record shop with the butterfly sign

#ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #the flash #flash cw #the flash fanfic #coldflash #coldflash fic #coldflash fanfiction

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sophiainspace · 15 days

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @joanthangroff - thanks!

So this is a scene that I probably won’t include in An Honest Thief, but there might be snippets in flashback…

“Shall I tell you something incredible, Iris?” He leans forward, as if he thinks he’s being conspiratorial. “There are other dimensions out there. Other worlds.”

It seems expedient to pretend she didn’t already know that. “Are there?”

If it were possible, his expression gets even more smug. “There are. And on every alternate earth, in every different timeline, speedsters need an anchor.” His gaze turns distant. “Ugh, what’s that ridiculous phrase one of them uses? I can’t even remember which of those idiots… Ah yes. Lightning rod. Have you ever heard such overblown sentiment?”

Iris doubts he wants an answer. Thawne just likes the sound of his own voice. And that’s what she’s counting on.

I’m tagging @crestfallercanyon & @angst-is-love-angst-is-life - but only if you want to!

#wip wednesday #an honest thief #iris west #eobard thawne #my fic #the flash fanfic

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angelpuns · 3 months

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FLASH WARNING FOR SOME PANELS!!!

Kid Leo Spinoff Comic Collab - Part 1/2

HERE IT IS!!! THE COMIC COLLAB!!! I just wanna say it was soi fun meeting all these great artists and thank you all for joining the collab!! and also for being so incredibly patient with me while I worked out the bugs and stuff <333

Here's everyone (for this post) in order:

@chaos-potat,@triona-tribblescore,@fandomandthefanatic,@skelenova,@kiwi-smug-silvalina,@randyzorra,@clanofjones,@allyheart707,@dying-marshmallo,@friskebits,@3mutantsinatrenchcoat (2 panels in a row), @13hotbagels,@adorabledrugl0rd,@blue-star-doodles,@splinnters,@zeawesomeness,@friskebits,@cokowiii,@cj-can-art,@clanofjones,@cosmocafe,@paytato435

And I drwew the title page since I didn't end up drawing a panel <3

there will be a part 2 right after this since we couldn't fit everyone in one post!! Check out all these super cool rottmnt artists!!!

Kid Leo Masterpost | Next

#rottmnt #art #fanart #rottmnt fanart #digital art #rottmnt leo #comic #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt comic #rottmnt art #tw flashing #cw flashing #flashing cw #kid leo au #rottmnt kid leo au

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 2 years

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A/N: I’m so glad I’ve written a Cisco Ramon-centric Vibe fic. I’ve dreamt of writing a fic like this, and I’m satisfied with how I did it. It’s about Cisco and how I’ve explored the good potential of his powers. I just wanted to give him a storyline like that. for my bingo card from @dctvgen. :3

Title: Trippy Dimensional Energy

Square Filled: Cisco Ramon

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

#dctvgenbingo #cisco ramon #wally west #caitlin snow #barry allen #iris west #the flash #cisco ramon fanfics #enchant: fanfics #the flash fanfic

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karmavongrim · 3 months

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Dear Father fanfic idea

DC x DP crossover fanfiction

Fanfic idea of Danny adopting everyone. He’s worse than Batman since he does it 200% deliberately with no age nor race restriction.

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“Absolutely fucking not.”

Yeah, nope. No way in hell was he, John mother-fucking Constantine going to let this happen. Only over his dead body, which might actually be the case by the end of the bloody day if they couldn’t come up with something else other than that. And he wasn’t going to change his mind no matter how much the kid currently gallivanting as a demi-god whined. Wasn’t that a news when he found out several months ago.

“Come on Constans, we both know he wouldn’t mind. Besides what else can we do, we’ve tried everything.” Captain Marvel pleaded with the older man as he gestured their surroundings.

It couldn’t be described as anything else other than apocalyptic. A complete fucking shitshow.

Apparently a prophecy of some kind came to fruition right under their bloody noses and they were left grasping straws to try and stop the end of the world from happening. If only-

“Call him or I’ll call him John! Your choice.” Pressed Marvel who was getting fed up with the magician’s nonsense but he wasn’t bugging, no siree!

“Shut up, we don’t need his help! Just let me-” John yelled while buried head first in his spell book, desperately trying to find away that didn’t require him to relinquish the last few pits of his shabby dignity. Or what was left of it anyways. But Marvel was having non of it.

“Nope, that’s it! I’m making the call!” The red glad man shouted over the blonde brit and pulled out his personal phone which looked like it had been pulled strait out of a sci-fi movie.

This caused John to lunge at Marvel who in return floated away out of his reach.

“Are you daft? I’ll never hear the end of it so don’t even- Hey! Don’t you dare, I swear-!” They were quickly interrupted by a black looming silhouette quickly approaching them.

“I hope that you two have come up with something since you’re able to play around like this.” Batman demanded in gruff manner, man looking worse for wear just like the rest of them. Marvel swiftly positioned the dark one between him and his would-be assailant.

“Oh we did have a solution from the very start but someone thinks that we don’t need any help. His poor ego wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He told as he threw a look over his makeshift barrier’s shoulder.

“Shut your cakehole.” John hissed but was reluctantly put in place by a hard glare from mister darker and gloomier who turned to the floating magic-user.

“What is this solution exactly? Help from who or what?” At his inquiry the boy-man hero couldn’t help but beam when he began to explain what, or rather who he had in mind.

“Well I was thinking calling our-” But he was rudely cut in before he could get far.

“We aren’t calling anybody because we don’t need his help! We can take care of this on our own!” Batman turned back to the blond and was clearly at the end of his patience.

“We are running on borrowed time Constantine, if there is any chance to for us to stop this then we should take it since we don’t have any other options left.”

The two began to argue so heatedly that they didn’t pay attention to Marvel speed dialing the number he kept close to his heart. With a dopey grin he bounced on his heels while he waited for the other side to answer. After just two rings the line connected.

“Hi kid! What are you calling in for, did you get out of work already?” A jovial, baritone voice rang out which instantly relaxed the kid-not-kid hero. The all-composing feeling of warmth, protection and safety could almost be felt through the phone which never failed to make him feel comfortable and at peace.

“Hi dad! No, I’m still at work and we kinda shorta need your help. Badly.”

He could near feel the change in his father’s mood and he definitely heard it in his voice.

“What do you need? Where are you?” Came the rapid questioning. His smile never left as he thought how dad always went strait to business when it came to his family and friends. Always ready to help no matter what or why.

“Well, apparently the apocalypse is happening and we have no idea how to stop it… Can you help us? Please?” He tentatively asked as he glanced back at the bickering duo. Sometimes he asked himself if he really was the only secret child there.

“Ha ha, no need to beg, let alone ask. I’ll be there in a jiffy once I know where you guys are. Just try and hang in there kid.” Voice on the other side commented in lighter tone.

Marvel let out a sigh. He knew that everything would be okay after all.

“Thanks dad. We are currently stuck on Metropolis in it’s central, it’s a complete mess in here.”

“Everything will be fine. See you soon.” The voice chuckled and cut the call.

Yes, everything would be just fine. He turned to call out to the idiots who looked to be near ripping each other a new one.

“You two can stop now, he’s already on his way!”

He had to wince at the speed which the blonde turned his head to stare at him. Then came the familiar cursing.

“Fucking shite!”

He merely rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in irritation. He glared at the magician.

“Seriously, what’s your problem? It doesn’t have to be this difficult you know.”

Before John could comment, Batman pushed pass and stalked up to Marvel.

“Who did you call?”

He couldn’t say much before more of their fellow heroes started to trickle in. Flash no surprise being the first.

“Hope you got something up your utility belt Bats, we can’t take this much longer.” Pleaded the red speedster. He was joined by Green Lantern carrying injured Superman and ouch did he look roughened up.

“Have to agree with Flashpoint. Were running out of juice fast, and even Big Blue is out cold.”

Marvel looked at the others coming in. Martian Manhunter, Zatara, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and even Doctor Fate was there, none of them looking any better.

“Well, I’m glad to announce that help is on their way so we can all sit back and relax for a bit. This will be over in no time.” He declared brightly.

The others goggled at him like he made the most outlandish statement in all of history, minus Constantine who has decided to use this small window of calm to drown his headache in his flask while he still can.

“What the hell are you on about? What help? Who could possibly help with this!” Flash yelled out the question in everybodies mind.

“I would like to known this too finally.” Batman demanded this as well.

Seeing everybody hanging onto his up coming explanation he smirked at John who gave him oh-so-eloquently middle finder in retaliation. Well to bad, he would have to just deal with it, the big baby.

“Oh nobody too important, just the most powerful and influential being in all multiverse. Some of you might know him by his monikers like the First Champion, the Balancer, the High King and the Great One.” He said flippantly as he pretended to check his nails, trying his absolute best to hid his smug smile when he noticed Zatara and Fate going rigid and pale.

Zatara near stumbled thanks to his shaking knees. He took couple faltering steps towards the Champion of Magic. His expression mix of reverence and fear as started to whisper as if dreading that someone or something might hear him if he spoke too loudly.

“Y-You couldn’t possibly mean King-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence for they all felt the change in the air, in the ground.

He has arrived.

Time came to a crawl, the world slowed it’s movements in face of approaching force. It quaked, it trembled, it slithered. Leak becoming a downpour, a tear in reality of sickly green opened above the group, high out of reach. What little light still had remained in the hellish landscape around them were drained as if all the world’s shadow congregated around the opening to greet its master like a deprived servant. Then a figure of black and white caped in light seemingly holy, descended from it. Even from afar they could distinguish their towering form who’s muscles failed to hide under its full-body armor. Their mountainous presence becomes more and more apparent the closer they came. What they thought as wings of pure and white was actually a cape of moving light.

Blazing green eyes as that of the tear gazed upon them from under their moonlight hair, which coupled with the iron grown of flames created figures of shadow dancing across their hardened features as if to praise their beholder’s glory.

Zatara had already collapsed on the ground in utter disbelieve. All the myths and legends were true all along.

“King Phantom.” He spoke in awe and bowed before the king as did equally shocked Doctor Fate.

“Hi dad!” Marvel yelled and dragged the laughing magician by his coat to greet their new arrival.

All of their associates looked between the clear powerhouse of a being and their red heavy hitter in utter incredulity at the revelation. Zatara and Fate near had a heart attack at the way their magical colleague addressed the mythical presence. Marvel had a father? And this horrifying existence was it? What sent them reeling even more was how the king’s responded.

With his arms stretched he lowered himself fully to gather the two smaller men in his embrace.

“Kids! Boy, when you said that you needed help bad I think you might have underestimated a tiny bit.” He joked with a toothy smile as he moved to get a better look at his more-or-less willing captees of his affection. His expression softened even more at the face of Constantine, not the others could see.

“John, it’s so good to see you as well.” He said softly and ruffled both of their hairs, eliciting a laugh from his youngest and indignant pout from his fourth oldest who tried to swat the offending hand away.

“Whatever.” John growled but Phantom didn’t mind since he could see the blush caking his scratched up cheeks.

Now this drew his attention, both of his boys were in horrendous shape and he would do something about it after his job was completed. Looking at the blood willed sky no longer colored by his green and the burning wreckage that is this dimensions earth, he knew he didn’t have much time.

“I suppose we should get this over with then. You two better get back to the Keep after this, understood.” He stated and then was gone just like that.

Now that the oppressive feeling of death and power has left along with the godly being, every single one of the heroes present turned to the two for explanation. Marvel send a pleading look towards his brother, but John pointedly turned away and began to nurse his briefly forgotten drink which was now empty, damn you dad.

Discreetly gulping his nerves down he twirled to face his peers.

“Okay, let’s start with one question at a time please.”

This caused the floodgates to open and Zatara practically jumped him in his feverishness.

“You are a son of King Phantom? The King Phantom? I thought he was nothing more than a myth! A legend told through out several histories!”

As Marvel was trying to dislodge the man he was approached by Doctor Fate.

“I too held the believe that he was nothing more than a story to strike fear onto the forces of evil and to aspire heroes of both old and new. To think he was real this entire time.” He mused, and before Marvel could say anything, Flash barged in as well.

“And what about you John? This might be the first time I’ve seen any otherworldly being be happy to see you.” He pointed at the man who chose to wisely stay far behind.

“Fuck you too!” Shouts the offended man from the back. Even if it’s true doesn’t make it any less rude. And oh look here comes Batman.

“Enough! Marvel, explain.” He demands as he moves effortlessly to the front of the pack.

“Well… you see-” Marvel stammers as he tries under the pressure to come up with something to say but was thankfully saved by the sky shifting again.

As quick as a snap the red sky was returned to its blue color, signaling the King’s victory over his enemy. Marvel smiled widely and even John couldn’t stop a heavy sigh of relieve from escaping his mouth. Good old dad, always up to any task he comes across.

“Incredible.” Wonder Woman gasped, even Lantern had to give an impressed eyebrow at the instant change in atmosphere. And while everyone was distracted by his dad’s handiwork, Marvel shimmied his way to the grumpy magician who was in progress of making his getaway.

“I think we should continue this some other time, there’s a lot of cleaning up to do and me and my bro need to do a little house call. So bye!” He called out with a wave as he was crabbed and transported to their destination before anyone could stop them.

Others could do more than blink as Batman stewed in his place. In Lantern’s arms Superman began to stir.

“H-huh, what did I miss?”

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