Could I request a Onawa Longshadow x arsenal oneshot. Maybe a love at first sight thing. Fluff

A/N: I’m really glad you like her!

“Junior! Velocity! Quit frolicking and help me!” Equinox yelled at her teammates, who were currently gossiping about some new villain while she was fighting Zatanna.

“But I’m in the middle of-“ Velocity started, before zipping aside when a car was thrown at her by Superboy. “Hey! You could’ve crushed me!”

“That was kind of the idea.” Superboy rolled his eyes.

The Crime Trio was about to get away with robbing a bank, just getting outside, but stupid Zatanna and Superboy decided they’d stop them. It wasn’t their fault they had no source of income and needed to eat, so it made Equinox angry. She went for Zatanna, while Junior and Velocity were supposed to be fighting Superboy.

“Let’s switch!” Icicle Jr used his ice to travel over to Equinox’s side, sending a wave of ice towards Zatanna. She easily blocked it with a simple spell, but was knocked over when Velocity body slammed her.

Equinox flew up, her cloak billowing in the wind. She sent beams of astral magic at Superboy, knocking him through the bank wall and back inside.

Arsenal ran along the building tops, trying to get to the coordinates Nightwing sent him to go help with The Crime Trio. He’d never fought them before, but heard about them plenty from the Outsiders, since Bart and Tye’s sisters were apparently apart of them.

He finally got to the bank, hopping down to a building across from the bank, crouching down to access before attacking. Zatanna was handling Icicle Jr and a girl with super speed (who he suspected was Bart’s twin sister) fine, but Superboy was getting his ass handed to him by a girl with some sort of magic. He figured that was Tye’s sister, judging by the dark hair and skin tone (he couldn’t see her face yet).

Roy grabbed an explosion arrow, timing it so that it would explode in front of her and throw her off balance.

Equinox cried out in surprise when something exploded in her face, and she lost control and fell to the ground. She groaned as she fell on her face, and slowly picked herself back up.

Arsenal jumped down and ran over, grabbing a street sign pole that was lying on the ground from the rubble, and charged at her. He stopped in his tracks when she looked up at him, eyes widening and nearly dropping the metal pole.

They both stared at each other, the chaos around them having no affect on either. They stared into each other’s blue eyes, speechless.

Onawa felt her heart rate excel, and her face heat up. Her stomach felt weird and her thoughts were fuzzy. All she could do was stare up at the gorgeous redhead, eyes locked on his.

Roy hated how he felt. He knew what he was feeling, and he didn’t want to feel it, especially for a villain. He wanted to not be anything like Will Harper, but here he was, catching feelings for a villain. Let alone Tye’s sister, the guy would kill him! But he just couldn’t resist her steel blue eyes, flawless complexion (minus the scratches from the concrete on her face), and thick, dark hair.

“Equinox! What are you doing, a little help?” Junior shrieked when Zatanna knocked him towards both of you. Then he saw Arsenal, and darker. “Arsenal! My arch nemesis!”

“For the last time, we’re not arch nemeses!” Arsenal sighed in frustration, grabbing another arrow in preparation.

“Junior! Go take care of Superboy! I’ve got him!” Equinox ordered.

“But-!”

“Go!” Equinox yelled. Cameron complies to her orders, cause honestly, she was scary when she yelled.

“Your Tye’s sister, right?” Roy grinned as she stood up.

“What’s it to you?” She mumbled, fingertips flickering with golden orange magic.

“Just wondering.” He shrugged, shot an arrow behind her and took down Junior.

She raised her arms, and Arsenal flew back and knocked into Zatanna. Velocity zipped over and grabbed Cameron, while Equinox used her magic to carry bags of money with her. Arsenal groaned as he sat up, but gathered enough strength to wink at her before passing out again, as the Crime Trio escaped.

Melting Point

REQUEST ; Could I get Icicle Jr. with a pyrokinetic! Fem! reader? Headcanons or oneshot is up to you.

KEY; 

y/h/n - your hero name          y/n - your name       l/n - last name

NOTES: hope you like this one anon, it was fun to write!

listening to ; The Reckless and the Brave , All Time Low

written by Persephone

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“Use the psychic link only, the Bialians have the tech to intercept our radios. Anything goes wrong, we scatter and meet at the rendezvous point, clear?” Miss martians voice echoed through Y/n’s head, dissimilar to the usual crackling sound of team chatter over the radio comm link. 

“Clear!” Y/n responded across the mental link. Mixed along with her voice was the response of Batgirl and Bumblebee. 

“ugh, clear. . “ Wonder Girl spoke aloud before gasping and covering her mouth quickly. “clear!, sorry. . “ her voice gone, replaced with the mental connection. When Wonder Girl spoke for the second time, the rest of the team was already in motion, leaving the blonde girl alone on the hill as a lookout. 

Y/h/n followed Batgirl along the side of the facility, scaling the wall and crouching along the edge of the roof, keeping an eye out, as well as out of sight of the guards below as Batgirl made her way into the building through the vents. When the red head was gone, y/h/n ran silently along the rooftop, jumping from it to the next one and entering through the door to an external staircase. She tried her best to keep her footsteps silent, creeping down the staircase and peaking through doorways and avoiding the sounds of talking from guards and other such people within the building. 

Y/h/n ran across a doorway opening, grabbing the handle to the one entrance to the room and slamming it shut. The yells of protest from inside were quickly muffled by the closed door. Y/h/n then focused, feeling her hands heat up and begin to glow a faint red as the metal below her hands melted, sealing the door closed and trapping those inside. She let out a small laugh, stepping back a few times and turning, continuing her run down the hallway towards the docking bay. 

She was almost there, keeping a low profile, avoiding or knocking out any guards nearby as she travelled. All seemed well. 

A sudden crash, and yell of ‘ LOCK DOWN’ from outside the building made Y/h/n pick up the pace of her run, not caring who saw her now as it was clear their cover had been blown. Doors began to slam shut, the hanger door closed slowly and an alarm echoed annoyingly through the hallways. Y/h/n continued to follow the hallways towards the final hanger before turning a corner and crashing directly into someone running the opposite way. Her hands lit up, her eyes glowing, only to calm when she realised who it was. 

“Batgirl! Geez girl you scared me” Y/h/n let out a sigh of relief and the glowing subsided. After a quick look, she could also see Bumblebee flying in her small form over the red heads shoulder. 

“Whats going on?” Bumblebee asked, “the links down”.

“I’m not sure, but we need to get to the rendezvous point a-s-a-p” Batgirl said. 

“We’re not getting out through the hanger, its all sealed up!”

“I was looking over the map of the air ducts, they connect all three hangers, but they also link to a larger room further underground, 20 metres below, that could be our way out” Batgirl hummed, looking over one of her little devices that y/h/n could never understand. Anyone associated with Batman seemed to have those kind of devices to help them out. Maybe Y/h/n should get one if they were so useful.

“Lead the way B” Y/h/n said, gesturing with her hand for the girl to go ahead. Batgirl ran past her, and Y/h/n followed. She could hear the mechanical buzzing behind her as Bumblebee followed them as well. The facility in Bialya was a maze, but Batgirl seemed to know where she was going, leading them down hallway after hallway before finding a large vent opening, towards the ground. Batgirl directed them to move silently through the vent and out the other side. It was a few minutes of crawling through dust and stuffy air before they crawled out into a large stone opening. 

“oh. . .” Y/h/n looked wide-eyed at the strange engraved walls and broken pillars littering the room. 

“Can you say temple of doom?” Bumblebee asked, flying upwards to get a better look at the layout. Meanwhile, Batgirl continued to lead, creeping along the edge of the shadows and moving towards a hanger door further down. Y/h/n could see a large open door in the distance, and a plane. Alongside the wall closest to them, she could see a multitude of containers, their contents eluding her due to the angle she was facing. 

Batgirl was already ahead of her, looking at the containers with worry clear on her masked face. “Wh-what?’ she muttered to herself. Y/h/n was about to join her on the ground level when she spotted people moving quickly towards the caped heroine. A scream called out from the girl when Simon blasted her with a mental wave, knocking her unconscious. A small conversation Y/h/n couldn’t hear began among the villains, discussing what to do clearly as they had just captured a member of the team. Y/h/n jumped down from the landing, ending up hiding behind one of the nearby pillars. 

“Are you serious?” Y/h/n frowned, she didn’t think she’d heard that voice before. It was possible though, considering how new she was to the team, only joining up a few months prior. There were dozens of villains out there. It would be usual for her not to know them all. “The rest of these kids are run aways, strays!, they won’t be missed, but a Bat Brat?” The pyrokinetic looked around the side of the pillar, spying a few different figures. Most she recognised from reading about them in the Teams logs of missions. Simon was the first one she recognised obviously, everyone in the team had to be aware of him and his abilities as a psychic. Devastation was another, along with shimmer that she recognised. Mammoth was further away, loading some of the pods onto the plane nearby. The final one she could see was Icicle Jr, that must have been the voice she didn’t recognise from before. 

“I want this bird in the air in ten” Simon said, as the others around him began to work on their allocated assignments. Bumblebee flew down towards Y/h/n, hovering by her ear. 

“I’m going to go find Miss Martian, keep an eye on them and make sure they can’t take off!” Y/h/n nodded, Bee flew off, and she was left alone with 5 villains and a large amount of assorted henchmen. With a quick sigh, Y/h/n moved along the wall, keeping herself low as to not cast a shadow. Ahead of her, she could see Devastation moving more of the pods. An idea came to mind to slow down progress. The girl waited until Mammoth and Devastation were walking towards the plane before resting her hand on the base of one of the pods, said hand glowed and began to heat the metal, eventually melting it slightly into the ground. She continued this process with as many of the pods as she could reach before having to dive for cover again when they returned. 

“Hu-What?” Devastation grunted, attempting to pull the pod from the ground.

“Whats going on over there?” Simon called out. 

“The pod, its melted to the ground!” Devastation made one final pull, ripping the thing harshly from the floor, sending concrete spraying through the air. Y/h/n ducked back to avoid being hit by debris and to avoid the woman's wrath.

“Thats not possible! One of those little justice imps must be hanging around, find them!” Simon yelled. Y/h/n stepped back from where she was hiding, moving further into the shadows. Mammoth was close by, walking past where she was hidden. A few more steps and he would see her. 

“Shimmer! What are you doing!” Simon yelled again. The woman with the half-shaved head turned towards the telepath, the glowing green eyes gave away the fact that that person was not, in fact, Shimmer at all. “The martian. . .” Chaos seemed to ensue from there. The large cargo plane began to move towards the end of the runway, Mammoth and Devastation running after it. Wondergirl and Bee attacking the two of them. Y/h/n spotted Icicle Jr moving towards Miss Martian and sprang into action, running forwards and bringing up a wall of flames behind the girl to push him back. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Y/h/n yelled, holding her hand forwards to send a blast of flames towards him, at the same time, the boy sent a blast of ice towards her. The result was a cloud of steam from the melted ice that surrounded them. “Oh, that is, interesting” she said, running her hand through the floating steam, watching it move around her hand. After another ice blast was thrown her way, Y/h/n moved back into the fight. More steam rose as the fire and ice hit each other. 

“Y/H/N, LETS MOVE!” Bumblebee yelled from where she was, flying towards the departing plane. Y/h/n paused, bouncing on the balls of her feet to get her bearings quickly before waving a goodbye to the ice covered boy.

"later loser" she grinned, sending one last fireball towards him as a distraction before sprinting after the plane. A quick glance back confirmed that the fireball had hit it's target, knocking junior back. She almost felt sorry seeing him holding a hand on his stomach as he got to his feet. They locked eyes, for a moment, and Y/h/n winked before turning away and jumping into the open hanger as the plane took off into the air.

On Bialyian soil, Icicle Jr got to his feet, watching the plane vanish. Around him the others got up from where they had been thrown, beginning to organize what they had left from the raid, Junior, however, kept glancing towards the hanger entrance. Something in his mind that he couldn't quite put a finger on.

“And I was quick to take a second look through the window on the door of the operating room.” with DenNor. Thanks mate.

Hope it doesn’t deviate from the original ask too much, enjoy! :D

Surgery, they said. It's the only way. Mathias held Lukas' hand as the doctors spoke, his heart sinking a little more with each word. Twenty-four percent survival rate. A risky operation. The only way. 'Do it,' Lukas rasped. That had been four days ago. Now he lay in his bleak white hospital bed, paler than the pillows, one hand with a drip in it fallen across his chest.'Hey,' Mathias said softly. Twin pools of indigo opened up amongst a sea of snow. 'Hey.' Lukas mumbled back. Their conversations these days were short, stilted, with too much to say and no idea how to. But the days when speech flowed like a waterfall were still fresh and recent. Lukas, always an introvert, had met Mathias in the first year of university when they were both studying Old Norse and Viking History. A shared passion was discovered, a friendship quickly formed, and the rest followed from there. We could talk about anything for hours, thought Mathias sombrely. Stupid things, serious things, but the words just kept coming. 'How's the job?' Lukas' whisper-croak jolted him from his nostalgic reverie.'Good.' He had taken up a post as junior editor in a publishing firm for historical books- mainly to occupy his mind with something other than Lukas' illness. 'And- and how are you?' Mathias asked awkwardly. He knew he had done something wrong when Lukas let out a sigh. 'Mat...this illness, it's all I am now.' With a skeletal hand, he gestured to himself; the paper-white skin, hollow eyes, jutting bones. It had been a tumour that struck Lukas down. Nestled close to his heart, a malignant presence that sapped away his strength a little more every day. Such a tumour would be painstakingly difficult to remove. With the added risk of heart failure in surgery, of course.'No. No, you're so much more.' Mathias lifted his emaciated hand as though it was made of the finest china. 'But I'm not, Mathias. I used to be. That's all gone now.' It would have been easier if Lukas cried. Yet instead he smiled, thin and bitter, a lifeless homage to past happiness. 'So I want you to remember me, as I was.''Of course,' breathed Mathias, not daring to raise his voice in case there were tremours concealed within. 'Tell me now, before it fades.' And so he did. In low, melodious tones, he spoke of meeting Lukas, how his etheral beauty seemed to outshine everything else in a beacon of ice. How Lukas' handwriting was tiny, yet he always managed to write pages more than Mathias. The way he liked his coffee- black, two cups every morning. Even the way he had kissed, those pale lips full of life and warmth when joined with Mathias', and how he would smile afterwards with every part of his face.'And I would do it all again, would give kingdoms and universes just to see you smile one last time.' whispered Mathias. Lukas had fallen asleep, breaths quick and fluttering. 'But you're gone, aren't you? I'll never see that smile again.' Except in my dreams, my love. In the soft haze-world of sleep, (though he would never sleep again, not without Lukas' comforting frame to drape himself around) you shall come to me and whisper pretty lies. But you are gone now. This was a goodbye, he knew. People said things with meaning at goodbyes. Promises, regrets, revelations. And all he could remember was that Lukas had loved poetry. The Icelandic family sagas, Beowulf in traditional Old English, Dante's Divine Comedy. Even the silly little odes that Mathias wrote for him when they were drunk. One line sprang to mind.'Do not go gentle into that good night,' Lukas was never gentle. He stung, like the cold prick of an icicle. 'Old age should burn and rave at close of day,' His soul had been ancient, timeless, though not matching his face. 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light.' So Mathias raged. He raged for his lost love, the decades they should have spent together. He raged against death- 'Though wise men at their end know death is right,'- and the too-bright flicker of life, so painful when extinguished. 'God natt, min elskede.' Mathias told forever-closed ears.The next morning, when a doctor came to take Lukas to his surgery, he was met with a strange sight. The man in the bed had obviously passed hours ago. His face was sunken, limbs a chilled ashen white. But the man sat asleep beside him was all colour. Golden hair, freckled face, blue jacket, red sneakers. And, like the strangest sort of blood, in a river of words and tears, was the last reminder of something dead but not gone. Paper, scrawled with words. It covered the blanket in little scraps of black and parchment yellow. Let us go then, you and I...

About the poetry- I obviously don’t own it! The lines Mathias speaks are from ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ by Dylan Thomas, and the very last line of the oneshot, in italics, is from T.S Eliot’s ‘Prufock’. They’re both amazing poets, so check out these two poems and their other work. Thanks for the ask! :D