#flash fanfic

[grtmnick]

In a voice that probably held more desperation than Regina would have preferred to show, she asked, “Can we please not discuss this while we’re in the middle of the town’s square?”

“But what were those noises I heard from your room last night?” Henry earnestly requested of his mothers.

“You heard your mom kid,” Emma interjected, “Besides, we were just wrestling anyways.”

A look of absolute mortification twisted Regina’s face. She brought her coffee towards her lips, trying and failing to stifle an audible groan.

#drabble #swanqueen #emma x regina #emma swan x regina mills #emma swan #regina mills #once upon a time #ouat #flash fic #flash fan fic #flash fanfic #flash fan fiction #image from instagram

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Oh? Do you have an example of those thirst/pining texts?

Tomura: I am going to kill myself

Spinner: It's 6:43 in the morning what the fuck could he have done this time that's got you contemplating death and waking me up?

Spinner: If you tell me you had a dream or something I'm gonna stab you myself and you won't have to worry about suicide.

Tomura: I went down to the gym to train, and I heard water and saw a lot of steam coming out of the locker room. Went in and heard the showers running but all the lights were off. I figured someone might have forgotten to turn them off or something and he was just. In the shower. Fully clothed, drenched, leaning back against the tiles.

Tomura: He was so hot the steam was all coming from /him/. His eyes were practically glowing.

Spinner: and I'm sure that his soaking wet white t-shirt had nothing to do with your current thirst.

Tomura: No, that was definitely a contributing factor. Have you seen his chest?

Tomura: Also you owe me ¥2000, his nipples ARE pierced. He said he was going back out to train. He didn't even dry off because he's evaporating the water. I have to kill myself because if I go back out there and have to watch him train dripping wet I'm going to do something else stupid.

Spinner: at this point I am literally begging you to just go out and ask him to fuck. I cannot deal with this shit anymore. Just fucking rip off the band-aid dude.

Tomura: ....

Tomura: you're right

Spinner: wait, shit, really???

...

Spinner: I DO NOT want details, but did you actually fuck???

Spinner: Seriously, Shig, it's been like 4 hours and no one has seen either of you all day????

Tomura: We didn't fuck.

Tomura: I went out to talk to him and barely got a word out before he collapsed. We're with Ujiko. Dabi apparently is suffering from mild heat stroke, exhaustion, and dehydration. He's on an IV and got a mild sedative to sleep. I'll text the others about the meeting, but we probably won't be back until later tonight or tomorrow.

Spinner: shit, yeah, okay. I hope he feels better soon

Spinner: he works too hard, you both do. You know that the rest of us are here to help if you guys just loosen up a bit, yeah?

Tomura: I know, thank you.

Tomura: He is very cute when he sleeps tho

[Tomura has sent a picture]

Spinner: no, nope, I know you're in love with him but that it some creepy shit dude, even for villains

[Tomura has deleted a picture]

Spinner: it's also creepy if you sit at his bedside and watch him sleep all day.

Tomura: from what I understand, it's very normal for friends and family to stay by someone's side if they're in the hospital. Since he won't tell us about himself, we're the closest thing he has as far as we know. I'm staying

Spinner: Creep

Tomura: I've been called worse

#tanco speaks #ask #asks #shigadabi #flash fanfic

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

For the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt an eternal summer

His summer

Fandom: The Witcher

Ship: Geralt x Jaskier

Rating: Gen

Tags: feelings realisation

He doesn't want this summer to end.

Not that it had been any different from previous summers. It's still the two of them camping under the stars, the same as ever.

But something in Geralt has shifted. Something he can't explain.

He'd stopped grumbling whenever the bard sang, strumming his lute into the late hours of night.

He didn't complain when Jaskier grabbed a comb and teased out the knots in his hair, carefully braiding it down his back.

He even let the troubadour steal his food, wear his clothes and use his bags to bring along whatever unnecessary items he wanted to.

When Geralt glances up from poking the fire to look at Jaskier, he can feel a smile tugging at his lips.

The bard was screwing his face up, hand scratching his head while he pondered the lyrics for his next song.

The years had been kind to the bard. His features are still soft and full of youth despite the wilderness they frequent.

His eyes shine bright, day or night, but Geralt prefers seeing them right now, across a campfire when they flash at him, piercing and demanding.

"What are you thinking, my dear witcher," Jaskier purrs, setting his quill and notebook down on the log.

Geralt's eyes dart down, flickering back to the fire. That smile on his face threatens to spill out across his lips.

He can feel Jaskier walk around, coming up behind him. His knees drop, perching onto the edge of the stone that Geralt is sitting on. 

Jaskier's arms wrap around his neck.

"What's on your mind, love?" he whispers in his ear.

"Nothing," Geralt lies, like he always does.

Jaskier hums in a low voice, a mockery of all the times Geralt made that noise, clearly making a point.

In response, Geralt leans his head against Jaskier's. He wants to turn his head, to kiss him, but he doesn't move.

He can't lose this. These moments they have. He wants more, Melitele, how badly he wants more, but he's never had more. He won't push it.

"I was thinking, it's such a nice night, maybe we can put out bedrolls together and watch the stars after dinner."

Geralt nods his head, then feels his breath hitch as Jaskier brings his lips up to his cheek and places the softest peck against him.

Then he's gone, leaving him to go back to compose while Geralt cooks the rabbit.

He never wants this to end, and yet, as the summer leaves start to turn, he knows it will have to.

His heart aches in his chest at the thought of a winter without him, his bard, his companion, his shadow.

His love.

The thought crashes through him. That's the word. That's what Jaskier means to him: love.

He stands up, dropping his stick, and walks over to Jaskier.

The dirt beneath his feet crunches, but he doesn't hear it for the thumping of his blood pumping around his body.

He feels warm in a way he's never experienced, not even in the throes of passion with Yennefer, or at a brothel.

His fingers twitch, his body feeling heavy with each step.

Jaskier isn't even looking at him, furiously writing down words onto a page. Geralt's never looks at what he writes, but he likes the way he sprawls black ink across the pages.

He steps forward, his leg hitting Jaskier's knee.

There's a huff of protest from Jaskier for a second, then he's looking up at him with narrowed eyes.

The argument is over before it begins, because Geralt reaches out with his hands, cupping his face with one and holding onto his bicep with another, and then Jaskier is rising to meet him.

Those blue eyes sparkle in confusion. They dart back and forth, up and down, as if Geralt's expression will reveal the secret.

Geralt feels breathless, like the air is thin. He moves his other hand up Jaskier's arm, sliding up and behind his neck.

The bard's lips are parted, tempting Geralt to taste them. Jaskier peers up at him, blinking.

There's a brief pause, a moment while Geralt tries to commit this to memory.

Then he leans forward, bringing their lips together.

Jaskier whimpers at the touch, barely responding, then suddenly his hands clutch onto Geralt's shirt, pulling hard.

Their lips slide together, soft and tender. The taste of plum wine that Jaskier drank earlier while they were in town fills Geralt's senses.

This is the perfect moment, something that should never end.

Yet Jaskier pulls back, gasping for air for a second.

Those eyes shine, like they always do, and Jaskier bites his lips playfully, leaning his forehead against Geralt's.

"I have to ask something, Geralt, or I'm going to explode. And, please, I need you to answer me. How long have you wanted to do that?"

"Just…a while," he admits, giving a small shrug.

Jaskier splutters, slapping his arm. It doesn't hurt one bit.

"You…okay, fine. Tell me later. I just need you to kiss me again."

Their lips meet again, sending tingles of pleasure through Geralt. He feels himself melt into it, knowing deep in his bones that this is where he wants to be forever.

This right here is all he needs. Jaskier, his bard, his love, is his eternal summer.

#geraskier #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #geraskier fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #i'm obviously feeling soft today #my fic #flash fanfic #flash fic challenge #flash fic friday

[sparrowmoth]

"It wasn't a bomb, Jes, it was a minor contact explosion. I think you're being a bit dramatic."

"Me?" said Jesper, clearly affronted. "Me?" he repeated, waving his arms at Wylan, who could do little more than lean slightly away from him in the narrow space. "I'm being dramatic?" He scoffed, then shifted a step back to gesture at the shattered porcelain, cracked tiles, and scorched wall in the tight corner at his right. "You blew up our toilet over a spider..."

Wylan crossed his arms and turned away, cheeks red. "It was self-defence," he mumbled. "It bit me in the—" He stopped abruptly, cheeks impossibly redder as his eyes dropped to the floor. "Never mind. I just needed to make sure it was..."

Jesper raised an eyebrow. "Dead?" he suggested, but Wylan didn't answer. He was staring at something in the rubble, breathing starting to quicken. Jesper followed his gaze and saw it just as Wylan all but tackled him into the wall in a bid to reach the door: there was a large brown spider emerging, seemingly unscathed, from between a pile of broken floor tiles.

"Saints, all that and you didn't even manage to kill it?" Jesper called after Wylan, who'd gone scrambling down the hallway. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, then regarded the spider with a tilt of his head. "Doesn't seem fair that I'd kill you now after what you've survived, so come on, hurry up..." Jesper got down on his knees and reached a hand out for the spider to climb on. "Let's get you outside before my dearly beloved can get his hands on more explosives..."

#wesper #flash fanfic #written for the wesper fic club #cross-posting here #because I haven't written anything in weeks due to being on vacation so I'm shocked this went past a couple sentences lol #shadow and bone #six of crows #my fanfiction #my writing #my drabbles #anyway yeah I headcanon that Wylan is an arachnophobe #because he grew up in a nice clean shiny house with maids #whereas Jesper grew up playing in the dirt and I'm so sure both his parents taught him to be friendly toward bugs <3 #which is so valid #couldn't be me but it's valid

[sarawritestories]

Okay, I am pretty close to 1000 followers, which is absolutely insane! I want to do something fun and maybe do a week long celebration for it. I should start prepping now, but I wanted some input on what you may want to see from me.

#1k followers #fanfiction author #acotar series #acotar fanfiction #fourth wing fanfic #flash fanfic #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #cassian fanfic #cassian x reader #all too well

[emin-folly]

Have some Silver Age Flash fluff

This is my first time posting anything of my writing, so I'm a bit nervous, ahah. This was a test to gauge my writing skills and how well I can mimic the Silver Age style~ The Flash and the Magnetic Menace - Anonymous - The Flash (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]

#dc #dc comics #barry allen #the flash #silver age flash #jay garrick #joan garrick #iris west #the thinker #the shade #richard swift #keystone city #flash fanfic #my writing #It's definitely not perfect but I like it #My first forays into the fanfiction side of the fandom #I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of it maybe? lol

[thefastestqueeralive]

TheFastestQueerAlive wrote a thing

So I posted my first Flash fic on AO3!

#thefastestqueeralivewrites #the flash #barry allen #cw the flash #fanfic #flash fanfic #the flash fanfiction #the flash au

[spookyphilosophertaco]

So we are having headcanons that Batman and some of his rogues are friends, like Harley and Ivy get invited in Christmas and Selina is periodically doing...well, Bruce, but y'all do realise that if Batman is that chummy with his rogues, Flash villains absolutely throw him birthday parties?

#batman #batman shitpost #flash family #flash fanfic #headcanon #jla

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

In The Right Light

read on AO3

~1k, Barry Allen/Iris West, G-rating, Canon AU Summary: Joe handcuffs Barry and Iris together after a very loud argument.

#the flash #flash #the flash cw #westallen #barry allen #iris west #dc comics #dc fanfic #dc fic #flash fanfic #flash family #westallen fanfiction #iris west allen #joe west #cw the flash

[adventuresofnight]

In search of Flash Fanfiction recommendations!

Hey so I don’t know if anyone has come across any fics for The Flash (2014 series) where Joe doesn’t learn Barry’s the flash in the first episode?

I just find how that small moment change would effect the show and I love reading peoples takes on how something would effect the characters and plot.

I just don’t know how to word it to search for it in tags and such 🤷‍♀️

#the flash #flash fanfic #in search of fics #barry allen #fanfiction

[cartoonscientist]

#amxted #ihnmaims shit #flash fanfic

[grtmnick]

Emma Swan was convinced that her girlfriend, Regina Mills, had extended an invitation to the famous Mills family Halloween costume ball out of either deviousness or spite.

For Emma, the event was a veritable minefield of potential social awkwardness, only with explosives of a decidedly different sort.

As the blonde's gaze scanned the ballroom, she suffered a heart palpation upon her noticing of the Mills ladies rather provocative choices in costumes.

But, backing out after already arriving was impossible.

Emma instead took a slow, deep, and determined breath, then girded her loins for the immense challenge before her.

(Image source unknown, but thanks to whomever first created ^^!)

#Mills family assets #thirsty Emma Swan #drabble #flash fiction #flash fanfic #flash fan fic #flash fic #fan art #fan edit #swanqueen #ouat fanart #ouatedit #swan queen #emma x regina #emma swan x regina mills #regina mills #the evil queen #zelena mills #the wicked witch of the west #cora mills #the queen of hearts

[mareenavee]

Token Heroics

For my dearest friend, Jinumon, who threw me this prompt:

Marshes of Morthal First Person Omni Keep the narrator a mystery. Character makes a living in the bogs somehow. 500 words only, due at the end of the day.

without further ado,

Token Heroics

I’m sorry to say that if you’re looking for the kind of story with a happy ending, you won’t find it here. You can blame the nightshade, the deathbells or the utter incompetence of those who claim to be heroes. You can blame me, if it suits. In the end, it does nothing to point fingers. Time does not flow backwards, after all.

The Breton was a simple alchemist, armed only with a silver dagger. This place wasn’t his first choice—it wasn’t anyone’s—but where else do poisons flourish? He knew the dangers; he’d lived here long enough. Had he planned another route through the bogs, he might have avoided chaos, though I have my doubts. It is not for me to care.-> Read the rest on AO3!

#MareenaWrites #vampires #dawnguard #breton #skyrim #skyrim fic #flash fiction #tes #tes fic #tesblr #elder scrolls #daedra #movarth #morthal #elder scrolls fic #ficblr #fanficblr #flash fanfiction #flash fic #flash fanfic #writblr #writeblr #first person omniscient

[angelsofprey]

Flash Fic: for those who write longer pieces

Posted for @arijensineink

This, of course, is just how I understand and do things. Also, feel free to add anything if you have more to say!

First of all: keep the premise simple, now I don’t mean what the theme or what the story is meant to say, I mean the initial idea. You’ll know you have a flash fiction idea when you can only manage to explain it in one sentence.

Think of a character dynamic, a piece of dialogue, something small like that to get you going on your way. Thinking of something simple like an interaction keeps the story short while having legs to stand on. This also means focusing on fewer characters which minimizes the issue of ending up with a much longer piece of fiction, it also helps you focus on the story’s “purpose” (in quotes because not every story needs to have some sort of overarching purpose. I’m meaning focusing on the original inspiration of the story) rather than it’s contents.

Now, if you’re worried about flat characters, but don’t know where to explain who this person is, here is a reminder: Everything someone does is a part of their character. You have to trust your readers, to trust that they will gather your prose into what a character is without you having to explain a backstory. Everything they do and how they do it will inform on who they are as a character and will make then three dimensional. (ex. If posed with the option to take a picture with some sort of fan, Captain America would and Batman wouldn’t. Batman would say something cool like ‘sorry, ladies’. To add: if he did pose he’d be awkward compared to CA, it’s the little things.)

Finally, we’ll talk about endings. What you have to do is know that this is short for a reason, it’s a snippet into the lives of characters or a world. It’s not a small book, it’s more like a piece of a book. You don’t have to end the story, you’re trying to get the reader to keep thinking, to keep fantasizing with you rather than to satisfy them, keep them hungry, wanting more. That’s the easiest thing to do, to keep it open ended, to say something and let the world be still. Here you are not a preacher telling the story, but a public speaker meant to make your audience think. Short stories are a conversation starter, not the conversation itself.

Don’t solve everything for your reader. I hope this was helpful, darlings.

#writing advice #writeblr #writerblr #writer blog #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers corner #writerscorner #queer writers #poc writers #queer author #poc author #writers of tumblr #creative writing #writer stuff #writer speaks #fiction writing #fiction #flash fiction #flash fanfic

[chicken-nuggs-and-cozy-hugs]

I’m rewatching The Flash!! So naturally I came to Tumblr to FANGIRL all things Flash & I found an Oliver x Barry story that I love so now I’m looking for more.

Suggestions would be great! Thanks!!

#I need more fanfics please #the flash #flash fanfic #flash #the flash tv #flash tv #barry allen #oliver queen #barry x oliver #oliver x barry #awesome fanfic #fanfic writers #fanfiction #the flash fanfiction

[joanthangroff]

the face that stares back when the screen goes to black

summary:  Turns out that Hartley is familiar with Time Language.

pairings: Cisco Ramon/Hartley Rathaway

warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Trauma.

notes: Written for Day 2 of @hartmonfest 2022!

——————————————

"What language is that?"

Cisco doesn't even look up from what he's tinkering on. He'd greeted Hartley when he came in earlier, but seeing as they both have their own things to work on, there wasn't any need or room for a conversation.

He doubts there'd have been anything to talk about anyways, really, because while they do get along nowadays, the… well, maybe it is a friendship, he supposes, but it's still tentative. His and Hartley's personalities don't clash exactly, but they still slip into their old ways more often than not. Nowadays, it feels like banter rather than vicious insults, though, which is fine by Cisco. Still, they don't just hang out.

{continue on AO3}

#hartmon #hartmonfest #flash fanfic #hartley rathaway #cisco ramon #*fic #also it isnt mentioned in the fic but please never assume my cisco is cis #he's always trans :)