Lmao Frank would absolutely keep a list of everything they tried to do to fix this situation. He has his work cut out for him with poor wally as well. Does he know what happened to Sally?

Frank does know what happened to Sally! ofc he caught his first glimpse of her when he sorta woke up, then after he Actually woke up, Wally made sure to sit him down and be like "she will kill you if you go near her <3"

still, Frank didn't really believe Wally. so Wally showed him proof:

and Frank quickly changed his tune.

and honestly, it's more like Wally has his work cut out for him with Frank lmao. cause by the time Frank fully wakes, Wally's pretty much given up. and rightfully so, there's... not really anything he can do except protect his sleeping friends.

so Frank's initial attempts to make a plan kinda went like:

Wally is very earnest about saying "that's nice". it is nice. it's refreshing to have someone around that still believes something can be done, however futile that hope is. Frank will catch on eventually.

I think a real fun and neat part about all the speedsters in existence dealing with their powers glitching them into 5D incomprehensible planes filled with Eldritch Horrors and nightmares on the daily is that we get to see their reactions to that.

Wally, for example? He shoves that shit deep, deep down and tries to pretend it isn't happening. Denial all the way baby, let's go.

Ace and Avery? Play videogames and hope it goes away while you teeter on the verge of a panic attack.

Irey? Stare at the void and watch as it stares back.

Jai? Stare at the void and then get beat up by the void. Cry a little. The void stole your clothes, now what?

Barry? Depressive spiral. He's in his room now. He lives there. The door is locked.

Max? Spiritual enlightenment. Speaks to the Speedforce Buffalo

Bart? Unfazed. Doesn't even realize it's happening because this is just Tuesday for Bart. He's eating novelty pickles. Get on his level.

So is this Love? (6/?)

Frank smiled to himself playing with the paper butterflies as he sat across from Julie, she squealed smiling ear to ear after reading the letter. "Are you finished" Frank said handing his hand out for his letter back "one moment" Julie said squinting her eyes at it as if there was something hidden "I know I've seen this handwriting before" she mumbled making Frank's ears perk up "you know who it is!" He exclaimed eagerly slamming his hands down on the small garden table "I might, I just can't remember where I've seen it" she said looking closer at the letter her eyeballs were practically touching it leaving Frank confused and concerned.

The two decided to go around the neighborhood again, this time they made everyone, who would, write something down. They'd gotten a hand full the ones missing were Wally's, Barnaby's, and Eddie's. Julie knew not to mess with Wally and Home's personal time, she never knew what they did but last time she got in the way Wally just stared at her with voids no longer his calm, smooth, welcoming eyes but black voids that seemed to swallow her, she never got in the way again. Barnaby just wasn't home and from judging the amount of mail pouring out his mailbox he'd been gone for awhile making Frank and Julie grow concerned but brushed it off as "he's just sick". As for Eddie they couldn't find him, they went to the post office. The lights were turned off singling he was most likely on a run but after walking around for a bit they didn't run into him not hear him falling down, he wasn't the most careful nor graceful when it came to delivers Howdy had lost count at the many times Eddie came in just to be patched up.

The two sighed giving up after a few hours of searching "ugh why does this have to be so difficult! " Julie groaned waving her hand in the air, they had decided to sit down in her garden well Frank was and Julie laid next to him. "We should just give it time" Frank said "They'll reveal themselves when or if they want to in time" he said but soft said the last part obviously upset, what if they never reveal themselves and he goes insane trying to figure it out, what if he has to be taken away, what if the person moves or something happens to them. (Foreshadowing 👀)

Julie huffed crossing her arms sitting up "it isn't fair" "to me or to you" Frank teased knowing she was as frustrated as he was at the moment. "Hey!" She said looking at him making him scoff at her in a friendly way "well it should be soon don't you think? " she asked he looked at her confused "I mean we've narrowed it down to three maybe two people, Wally and Eddie were too busy and didn't even get to see them today and Barnaby, if he is sick, hasn't been active enough to write a letter let alone walk to Eddie and give it to him I mean he can't even check his mailbox." Frank pondered for a moment 'do I even like Wally enough to return the feelings if it's him, and Eddie am I willingly to let my guard down enough for him' Julie noticed his face go to a more sad expression "hey, I'm pretty sure no matter who it is you'll make the right decision. No one's going to force you to like them" she said placing a hand on Frank's shoulder giving him a soft smile "how about we have a sleepover, like the ones we used to have" after saying that Frank looked at her and for the first time gave her a small soft smile "that'd be nice."

The two spent the night watching bad dramas and romance films they made Frank cringe at the bad script and made Julie awe at every kiss scene. They told scary stories and no matter how hard Julie tried she just couldn't make one up good enough making Frank laugh at her poor attempt making her huff and cross her arms. Their last activity was taking a walk in the forest once the clock hit midnight, the air was so much better and no matter how cold the nightly breezes were it always felt nice.

"We need do these more often" Julie said as Frank roll out an old sleeping, he left it there since they used to have so many sleepovers it just made sense to, Frank looked her she was laying upside down letting her front half hang off the bed smiling at him. He turned away from her taking his robe off "yeah take it off" Julie said pretending to throw money at him making him roll his eyes, he forgot she did that. "Goodnight sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite but knowing you, you'd like that" when said teasingly once they had laid down making Frank groaned in response rolling on his side away from her bed "goodnight."

Eddie hummed walking down the pathway that led to Barnaby's, Frank's, and Julie's house smiling as he placed Franks mail into his mailbox before turning away but stopped humming once he saw Frank walking out of Julie's house, she gave him a big hug and and Returned it! Frank had never returned one a hug let alone Julie's what was different now were they 'are they together? ' Eddie wondered feeling his big felt heart break no they couldn't be could they? Hugs were something all neighbors gave each other but they were something Frank never liked not even from his best friend. Eddie bit his lip turning away direction he wanted to take the letter out of Frank's mailbox but that would've given him away "oh, Eddie! " he heard the grey man behind him say he gulped turning back around not looking into the others eyes if he did he would've broken down. "Are you alright? you seem upset" Frank said worried placing a hand on the others shoulder "oh, yes I'm fine" Eddie said smiling trying his best to sound uplifting and happy "well I better get going the mail won't deliver itself" he said trying to make a joke tipping his hat before walking away "oh before you go, do you know who wrote those letters the love ones? " Frank asked making Eddie stop in his tracks he gulped biting his lip gripping the strap on his bag shaking 'I should just say it' he thought turning back around.

Pancake and Eggos - a Damirae one shot

"You call yourself Queen of under realm and you eat that frozen waffles?"

Raven paused her movement as her hand held a box of eggos which she retrieved from the freezer at tower's kitchen.

Damian were leaning at the kitchen counter, folding his arm at his chest, staring at her.

As she registered his word through her head her face slowly turn to grimace with her hand cover her mouth. " How dare you insult my saviour?!" Her eyes open wide as she pointed at the boy wonder.

"You could have at least a proper meal." He sighed as he closed his eyes.

"I was damn hungry!! And besides, there's no one in the tower except us!" Raven held her hand high including the eggos.

"You could at least notify me to order some food." Damian quickly look up on his phone looking for food delivery.

"Well, you are a busy man when it comes with keep watch in CCTV room." Raven pouted as she put the eggos back to the freezer.

Damian scoffed as he scroll the menu. " You could at least knock my door or something." He mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. What do you want, your highness?"

Damian stare at her as his finger hovering on the phone screen, ready to tap the choices.

Raven leaning beside him as she sees the screen," I don't know, surprise me." She shrugged. "It's on you, your majesty." She smirked as she slowly sit at the dining table.

Damian narrow his eyes then make some tap on his phone. He slip his phone at his pocket, grabbing some mug and making coffee.

"Here." He settled down the mug in front of her and sit next to her.

"What's on your mind, Wonder boy?" Raven take peek on him as he seems to be tired when he lightly massage his back neck.

"Nothing, just..."

Raven eyebrows were lifted as she waited for his answer.

"Tense." He open his shamrock eyes as he stared at the void.

"Tense?" Raven take a sip on the hot drink.

Damian simply noded. " This case, seems to take me to nowhere."

Raven blinked. Well, he should need some rest after they having big showdown with the famous Penguin and the gang who terrorize San Fransisco by threatened to bomb the majestic red bridge.

Garfield, Jamie, Jon, Donna, Kori, Dick, Jackson, Wally, all of them were on vacation on their day off. This reminds her about aunt Alice and her family at the other state. Are their in good shape?

"Perhaps I could help?" Raven offer her hands.

"Help?"

"Well yeah, you did teach me to think like criminal, well not in a bad way, just predicting their pattern some sort." Raven again sip the black coffee.

Damian take a long time look at her then snorted. " Stay here, I'll go get some files."

He raised and went to the room.

Raven idly her eyes follow where he goes then suddenly color start to creep her face. Azar, what was that?!

She put down her mug and touch her cheek, a bit warmer. Is she blushing?

As she heard the door closed, she stabilize her breath and her heart beat.

"What with the serious face?" Damian puzzled as he bought the files.

"Ermmm.." she slump her shoulder in relax, "Nothing." Her lips pressed into a thin line as she keep her emotion in check.

He sit where he used to be and spread the files on the table. He picked up no 3 and no 5 flipping through it , searching for clues and Raven with intuitively took the no 4. As she flip the file then she realise something.

"Damian, did you see this?" Raven pointed at the picture and showed to him.

Damian stretched his neck as he sees at what Raven pointed at and suddenly he looked back at file no 5. Then he open file no 8.

Raven, raised her eyebrow as she saw him flipping the file and arrange it on a table.

"I finally see it." He whispered. Oh?

"Glad to help you solve it." She smiled as she drink her coffee.

"Well, not solving it but, the pattern, the clue. I finally see it." He smirked then he jolted down on his batphone. " You make me see the other way."

" Still, gladly to help you." She stretch her thin smile.

"Speaking of the Devil, the food has arrived." As he look at the notification.

"Ahh!" Raven start to excited but then she quickly turn towards him. " What did you order for us?"

Damian look at her and fold his hand on his chest. "You said about surprising you." He smug.

Oh dear, what did he order for her? As soon as they heard door bell, Damian already went for the door to greet the food.

Raven sitting on the table nervously and playing with her thumb. Then she heard a thud on the table.

"Again, what did you ordered, Damian?"

"Pancake? More specifically, Alfred's pancake."

"B-but, I thought you hate pancake and eggos?" Raven stuttered.

"Not this one." He went to get some plate and Cutlery items."I... feel bad for having him making these but he doesn't mind it."

Raven could hear tenderness in his voice. Alfred must be important to him.

"Oh, he made cookies too." As he take out the container.

Who knew Damian Wayne has that kind of tone, Raven could feel his warm radiated aura as he stared at the cookies. It makes her smile unconsciously.

"Come on, Your majesty. I'm hungry as I could eat a horse." She could heard him scoffed and stared at her.

"Not on MY watch. And you will not eat a horse." Ah, snarky Damian is back again.

As he passed the pancake, Raven could smell the maple, vanilla and honestly, it feels like she's at some exquisite breakfast restaurant.

"Well?" Damian raised his eyebrow as he look at Raven who stared at the pancake.

"Oh." Raven as if awaken from her dream, cut the pancake and take a bite. Oh Azar, she may be half demon but tasting this pancake makes she flew higher to heavens. Her eyes are close in delight, her legs goes tiptoed at the floor.

After few moment passing through, she finally come back to her senses but then she realise a pair of shamrock eyes watching. She turned to meet his gaze. " Uh, Don't..don't get it wrong." She start to stuttered. "I, I never tasted this excellent pancake before." Heat start to creep on her cheek.

"I think I've discover something."

"What?"

"Nothing." As Damian ate his food.

The Mark of Superman

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit  Word Count: 3401 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: Lord Superman makes sure Lord Batman knows exactly who he belongs to Warnings: 

Extremely Dubious Consent 

Dub-con bordering on non-con

Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Physical Abuse

Emotional Manipulation

Manipulation

Author's Note: Since the SRB is done posting, I’m going to post the entire fic on Tumblr now. If you haven’t read it yet, please enjoy!

See the wonderful art this fic was based on by Yamada (art blog: lord-yamada) here! Yamada, it was a pleasure to write this for your wonderful art. You know how much I love Lord Superman and Lord Batman. ;) I would like to thank my beta mitzvah (Melting) for beta reading this story. I really appreciate the thorough look through and all the pointers and suggestions that you made. It helped flesh out this story a lot and I couldn't have done it without you! :D The title is a play on “The Mark of Cain” because the art has the Superman symbol burned into Bruce’s skin and because I feel like it. ;P

Written for the SuperBat Reverse Bang 2018

“There’s another small group of rebels forming in New York. We’ll need to gather information to find out where their base of operations are and take them down.” Clark looks over at Bruce, making eye contact through the cowl. “I want you to do that, Batman.”

Bruce gives Clark a brisk nod, watching Clark as he continues onto another topic. It’s only been six months since the Justice Lords were formed and within those few months, all they’ve done is put the fear of God into innocent people. Or maybe people no longer believe in a God. Maybe all that’s left is Lord Superman.

Bruce is startled when he hears Diana’s voice calling him and he blinks, moving his gaze to her. She repeats herself. “Do you have anything to add, Batman?”

“No,” he says, simple and to the point. He really doesn’t have anything useful to add. One of the first things Clark had done “for him” was lobotomize the Gotham rogues. Clark had seemed to take the most pleasure out of burning holes into the Joker, muttering something about how the Joker will never be able to hurt Bruce or his children again. Or maybe it was Selina Clark had the most fun with, snapping her neck whilst growling that she can never have Bruce. Bruce doesn’t know anymore.

Clark’s eyes are on him, boring into his skull as if the man can read Bruce’s thoughts. The alien doesn’t look happy with him. “That’s it for now. You’re dismissed.”

Bruce stands slowly, anxiety thick in the air. No one wants to make Superman mad, no one but Diana who isn’t afraid to purposely antagonize the alien into anger, and everyone is always walking on eggshells whenever the man is around. Somehow, they can tell Bruce has made him angry. Bruce isn’t really sure what he did to make Clark angry at him suddenly, but he doesn’t want to deal with it in this room. His eyes flit to the empty seat, the one with the lightning bolt on it, before turning away and leaving the room, his back hot with the feeling of Clark’s eyes staring at him.

He doesn’t even make it halfway to the transporters before he’s grabbed by the arm in a strong grip. “Come with me.” The menacing, angry tone of Clark makes Bruce’s heart speed up. He has no choice but to do as told.

Clark brings him to an abandoned hallway, one that is rarely used anymore. It leads to the cafeteria. No one has eaten there in months, too many memories of Wally being there constantly, food stacked so high one would wonder where the speedster put it all. No one wants to think about Wally nor do they want to actually eat with one another anymore. This is no longer a happy place.

“What is it?” Bruce dares to ask and the hand gripping his arm tightens. It makes him glad that he had put extra padding in his suit, ever since Clark killed Luthor.

Still, Bruce is startled when Clark spins him around and slams his back into the wall. “What had you so distracted?” The alien demands, both hands on Bruce now.

“Nothing,” Bruce claims, not meeting Clark’s eyes. He doesn’t recognize them anymore. They are void of their usual warmth, their love. He misses the days when Clark would look at him as if he meant the world to him,  when Clark would kiss him passionately, softly. The days when they would hold each other after a long fight, lying in bed, ignoring the world for a few hours. He misses the days when his chest didn’t hurt with heartbreak.

“No,” Clark starts, leaning in. “You were thinking of something. Tell me.” The Kryptonian’s voice has gone gentle but Bruce isn’t fooled. It’s just a ploy Clark uses, to get Bruce to lower his guard. It works every time. He loves Clark too much.

“I was thinking about you,” he says low, almost inaudible. It’s not the whole truth but Clark will like hearing it.

“Oh?” A smile forms on the man’s lips and for a brief second Bruce sees the old Clark, the one he fell in love with. “What about me?”

Bruce forces a smile back. “How much I love you.”

Clark’s smile disappears almost instantaneously. “You’re lying.”

“What?”

Clark’s eyes grow hard, angry. “You were thinking about Wally, weren’t you?” Bruce shakes his head and opens his mouth to protest but Clark doesn’t allow him to speak. “That’s why you looked over at Wally’s seat, right?” Clark’s tone has gone harsh, accusatory. One of the alien’s hands travel down to the left side of Bruce’s hip, thumb pressing into the Superman symbol burned there. Bruce flinches as Clark growls, “Do I have to remind you again who exactly you belong to?”

“No!” Bruce gasps, not able to get away from that thumb. “I wasn’t thinking about him, Clark. I was thinking about you, only you.”

Clark gets in his face, baring his teeth and eyes turning red. Bruce can feel the heat of those blazing eyes on his skin, radiating from the frightening look. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not!” He flinches again as that thumb presses harder, sharp, hot pain shooting up the side of his body. Clark had given him that scar just yesterday, when Bruce was caught talking about Talia to Dick, and how she was in Gotham trying to play out one of her father’s schemes again. Clark had gotten jealous, dragging him forcefully up to their room, and used heat vision to burn the S into his skin. “It was about you and how you lobotomized the Gotham villains.” Bruce’s voice shakes and he swallows, trying to control the wavering. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest. Clark’s thumb eases and eyes turn back to blue, but mistrust radiates from them. A dull ache throbs where Clark’s thumb had been. “God, Clark, Wally was the same age as Dick. They were best friends. Wally was more like a son to me. You know that.”

Clark’s hand suddenly comes up and grips Bruce by the throat, pushing his head back against the wall, chin up. Clark doesn’t squeeze but the pressure is threatening. “Don’t talk back to me.” The hand then moves and slides Bruce’s cowl off his head, revealing Bruce’s face. Clark’s hand cups his cheek. “You know I get like this because I just love you so much, right?”

Bruce resists the urge to swallow, his mouth filling with saliva. It would look too much like a hesitation to Clark. Bruce cups Clark’s cheek back. “I know. I love you too. I would never hurt you.”

Clark watches him closely, eyes roaming over Bruce’s face. The man’s eyebrows furrow, eyes shining with concern. “I just don’t want to lose you, Bruce.”

Bruce smiles at him, forced and fake. “And you won’t.” There’s silence between them as Clark holds Bruce against the wall, bruising grip still on his arm. Clark’s eyes stare into his, not moving. Bruce finally swallows.

Clark’s fist flies out and punches the wall right next to Bruce’s head, causing Bruce to flinch and suck in a surprised breath. Clark gets in his face, breath warm as he talks. “Do you really think I’m that stupid?” He turns Bruce around, slamming him against the wall and pressing Bruce’s face into it with a hand on the back of his head.

“What are you talking about?” Bruce grinds out, eyes shut from the pain in his head caused by getting it slammed against metal. There’s a dent in the wall where Clark’s fist collided with it.

Clark’s lips press against Bruce’s ear. “I see the way you look at me. With pity filled eyes. With rage and sadness.”

“No,” Bruce protests, breath inhaling in sharp gulps, fear crawling its way up into his chest.

“Yes,” Clark hisses and Bruce’s blood goes cold. Clark’s other hand reaches around and starts pulling down Bruce’s pants to the Batsuit. “I’m going to show you exactly what will happen if you ever leave me.”

“Clark please,” Bruce pleads and for a brief second, Clark hesitates.

Clark looks at him, eyes narrowed. “Do you not want it?” And Bruce can hear the implication in that voice, the implication that if he says anything other than “do it” that it will only make Clark angrier. Bruce doesn’t want Clark angrier.

Bruce closes his eyes, feels his heart breaking even more, and finally says, “No, I want you. Only you.”

He can hear the smirk in Clark’s voice when the alien replies. “Good.” Bruce’s pants are pulled down to his knees, exposing his soft cock. Clark’s hand wraps around it and the alien scoffs. “You don’t love me anymore at all.”

“I do,” Bruce says but his voice sounds small and defeated.

He can hear Clark shuffling behind him to pull down the pants to the Superman outfit. Then, Clark pushes the top of the Batsuit up a little, exposing the S burn. One of Clark’s fingers traces it. “I don’t know if I can believe you. You look at me with disgust.”

Bruce shakes his head. “No, I don’t. I’ll always love you, Clark.”

“Hmm,” Clark hums, spitting on his finger and then reaching behind Bruce to slide it into his entrance, mouth close to Bruce’s ear. “You do look at me like that, but I know how to remedy it.” Another finger is entered into him, almost completely dry with just enough spit to ease it in. It’s painful and Bruce sucks in a strained breath through clenched teeth. “You will love me again, Bruce.”

Clark is pumping two fingers into Bruce slowly, stroking Bruce’s cock to try and awaken it. Bruce closes his eyes and tries to will himself to get hard but it doesn’t work. It’s not until Clark pulls his fingers out, makes Bruce suck them until they are dripping with saliva, and sticks them back into him that he starts to stir, the painful burn easing.

Reaching back behind himself, Bruce grabs a hold of Clark’s head and pulls it forward, kissing the alien on the lips sensually. Clark now has three fingers in him and he’s starting to enjoy it somewhat, finally fully hard. Bruce pulls away from Clark’s mouth and looks the man in the eyes. “You don’t need to make me love you. I promise, Clark, I love you with everything I’ve got.” Clark looks Bruce in the eyes and Bruce suddenly feels like crying but instead he swallows hard, Clark removing his fingers. “You’re the only one for me.”

And that’s the problem, Bruce thinks as Clark smirks in satisfaction, lining up to Bruce’s entrance. I love you too much. I would do anything for you.Please come back to me, Clark. A tear slips out of Bruce’s eyes as he closes them, waiting for Clark to enter him.

“You’re now ready.” Clark’s emotionless voice concludes.

It wouldn’t matter if Bruce told Clark that he wasn’t ready. Clark doesn’t care and will continue no matter what. The knowledge of that hurts but there’s nothing he can do. He just knows he still loves the man, even after everything Clark has put him through and when Bruce’s next words are out of his mouth, they almost shock him. “Don’t leave, just, don’t ever leave me either.”

Bruce doesn’t know what he would do if Clark abandoned him, so he decides to not think about it. Instead he focuses on the pressure of Kal’s body behind him, the warmth coming off it, and the pure rage in those eyes. He’s trying so desperately to keep Clark happy and he still hopes that someday his beloved Clark will return to him.

Clark pushes in hard, Bruce gasping at the strength, and Clark’s smile felt against Bruce’s ear. “Never,” Clark whispers to him.

Clark had pushed into him with spit as the only thing slicking up the alien’s cock, causing pain to shoot up Bruce’s back. Bruce arches off the wall, breathing in a shuddering, sharp breath. A trickle of blood runs down his thigh, a throbbing ache radiating throughout his lower back and upper legs. The only mercy Clark shows is waiting for Bruce to catch his breath before the man slowly starts pulling out and then slowly going back into Bruce, more blood dripping down the inside of his thighs. The worst part is, Bruce is still hard. He’s enjoying the pain, feels like he deserves it.

He dismissed Superman killing Lex Luthor, stood there as Clark lobotomized the villains of his city, and contributed to the worlds destruction at the hands of the Justice Lords. He’s just as bad as Lord Superman, just as responsible. He’s earned this as his punishment, this torture before he finally dies at the hands Lord Superman.

Clark pushes in one last time before stopping, panting in sync with Bruce’s own drawn in breaths. The alien reaches around and grabs a hold of Bruce’s hard cock, the tip already leaking greedily. Bruce wants more, he wants more pain, more punishment. “I’m always amazed by how much you enjoy me hurting you. Sometimes,” Clark strokes down the length of Bruce’s cock and Bruce moans with pleasure, “I wonder how far I can go before I really break you.”

“Kill me,” Bruce mutters, fluttering his eyes open. “Are you going to eventually kill me?”

Clark chuckles, the vibrations traveling through the whole alien’s body and into the cock buried in Bruce’s ass. Bruce tenses at the feeling. Clark had stopped moving, allowing the head of the man’s cock to rest on Bruce’s prostate. Bruce groans and Clark’s chuckling ceases. “Of course, not. I would never kill you, Bruce. I never want you to leave me, remember?”

“Then what are you going to do when I die?” Bruce asks, concentrating on Clark’s hand stroking him slowly.

“You’re not going to die,” Clark says, pecking Bruce’s ear.

“I will eventually. Maybe not in battle but age-”

“Who says you’re going to grow old?” Clark interrupts and Bruce’s eyes snap open completely, shocked. “I’m not going to let you get old, Bruce. That’s nonsense.”

Bruce is about to ask Clark how exactly he plans on keeping Bruce young when it hits. “The Lazarus Pits?” Bruce asks, horrified. Clark is licking at his neck and the alien hums in confirmation. “Clark, you can’t-”

“I can.” Clark lifts his head and looks at Bruce’s profile. “Of course, I can. You’re never leaving me.”

“But the pit messes with your head, Clark, I don’t want-”

“I don’t care what you want,” Clark snaps and squeezes Bruce’s cock painfully, pulling out and shoving back in roughly. The mixture of spit and blood has made the movements smoother, easier, but it still aches and throbs. “When I say you’re never leaving me, Bruce, that means you’re never leaving.”

Bruce’s heart sinks to his stomach, causing nausea. He shuts his eyes dejectedly, realizing that he won’t even have the escape of death to get him out of Hell. Bruce hangs his head, leaning against the wall. “What if I did it myself?”

“Did what?” Clark asks, beginning to stroke again.

“Killed myself,” Bruce answers.

Clark starts laughing. “You wouldn’t dare. I’d still put your body in the pit, bringing you back.” Another tear escapes from Bruce’s eyes and one of his hands curl into a fist. “Awe, don’t be like that, Bruce. We’ll be together, in love, for eternity. Isn’t that what you want?” Bruce doesn’t answer and Clark kisses his temple. “Of course, it is.”

The alien begins to really fuck him then, pulling back and pushing back in roughly, groaning and panting with pleasure. Bruce’s eyes have screwed shut again, a large lump lodging itself in his throat as he thinks about spending forever with this version of Clark, in this Hell. Does he not deserve death, to finally rest and be gone from this world? Has he done so much wrong in his life that this is his fate for now on?

The people of the world would be right. There is no more God. There’s only Lord Superman.

Bruce gasps as Clark’s cock hits his prostate, the first time Clark has probably done it on purpose. Clark’s hands are on his dick, stroking in time with those brutal thrusts, the head leaking precum profusely. Sweat is dripping down his body and when he tries to look behind himself, all he sees are red, glowing eyes staring back. Bruce’s heart stutters in fear, despite Clark saying he would never kill him. But it’s not the dying he is afraid of anymore. It’s watching Clark fall even more, seeing how far gone he really ends up.

Bruce is panting uncontrollably now, Clark’s cock hitting his prostate with every entry. He’s close, even with the pain of the whole thing, and he wants to cum but is too afraid that if he begs for it, Clark will leave him without finishing. The Kryptonian is in a cruel state of mind right now and Clark has done it before. Clark would do it now as well.

It’s not too long before Clark starts to stutter into the end, thrusts becoming awkward and uneven. Soon, Bruce is feeling a hot liquid being pumped into him and it’s enough to get himself off. Especially when Clark’s fingers are rubbing at the head of his cock, playing with the slit there. He’s cumming onto the wall with long, white spurts, body shaking uncontrollably and low moan escaping his throat. They stand there, sated physically, for a few seconds before Clark finally pulls out of him.

Bruce immediately drops to the floor, onto his knees. His hands are still splayed on the wall but his head is bowed between his arms. He feels Clark kneel down beside him and Bruce tries to hold off the tears for now.

“You’re mine, Bruce. Don’t ever forget that,” Clark tells him and stands.

Bruce looks up, vision blurring with unshed tears. “Clark?” Clark stops and turns around to face him. “Please, don’t leave me here.”

Clark crosses his arms. “And why shouldn’t I?”

Bruce tries to think of something, anything. His legs hurt and his ass is on fire, pin pricks crawling up his back. The sex was too rushed, too forced. Bruce’s stomach turns upside down at the thought of actually liking it, about how fucked up in the head Bruce really is. He’s just as insane as Clark. “I don’t think I can get back to my room on my own.”

Clark takes a step towards him. “And what? You don’t want to be seen out here, humiliated?”

“Please…” Bruce begs because he has no other choice. Clark will leave him here, all by himself, until Diana or J’onn find him. And he can’t let that happen because Diana and J’onn can never know about this. Clark has made it perfectly clear to him before that if anyone would find out about how they have sex, how rough it can get, Bruce would lose all respect from the rest of the Lords. That they would look down upon him, as if he were weak and never listen to another order that he gave again. Bruce can’t lose that. He can’t let them see him as below them. He can’t lose control of them. It’s the only thing he can control in his life. So Bruce isn’t above begging in this situation.

Clark is staring at him and Bruce prays internally that Clark isn’t feeling that cruel. Finally, the alien drops his arms and approaches Bruce, lifting him up by one arm. “Fine.”

Clark helps Bruce back to his room and during the journey, Bruce pretends it’s his Clark who is helping him. The Clark who had love for others. The Clark who cared and did everything in his power to save people. The Clark that Bruce would have wanted to spend eternity with.

Clark deposits his aching body onto Bruce’s bed and then walks away. The alien stops in the doorway, turning back to face Bruce. “I love you, Bruce.” There’s an edge of sincerity in the Kryptonian’s voice but it’s hidden behind the coldness of it, the threatening untone being heard clearly.

“I love you too, Clark.” Bruce stares the Devil in the eyes. “Forever.”

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Paradoxical Labour (Part 2)

Summary: Y/N wanted her husband back and she didn’t care if she had cross through a million parallel universes, she’d find him but she nor he had any idea just what would happen when she would. (I haven’t gotten up to season 3, but I couldn’t wait to write something about Savitar, considering I spoiled it for myself, so if Savitar seems OOC, then I’m sorry and this is more AU than anything else.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash (2014) or anything associated.

Warnings: Swearing, sweet times between Savitar and Y/N as well as some moments with Barry and Earth 1 Y/N. First time parent fears and giving birth to a speedster.

Author’s Note: Side note, the duration of labour can actually last up to 20 hours but given as this is Savitar’s baby and the baby is obviously a speedster. I’ve incorporated that into the labour so the reader has actually burned through the Latent Phase quicker and is currently in the Active Phase which occurs when the cervix has dilated from 4 to 8 inches. It’s not at all true for the ACTUAL amount of time a normal human would be in the Latent Phase of labour. The Transition Phase is when the cervix has dilated from 8 to 10 inches, that means that the reader will be ready to give birth and that her cervix has softened and opened enough that she can start pushing. Thank you, WebMD.

Savitar x Reader (and slight Barry x Reader from Earth 1)

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“Barry~!” Y/N strangled a groan as she started vibrating so quickly she was nothing more than a blur and she gripped both Savitar and Barry’s hands, crushing them in her titanium grip as they led her to the bed in the med bay and Savitar ripped the cardigan off of her and took her hand as Barry stepped away.

“Baby, baby, Y/N!” Savitar called, his free hand sliding to her blurred clammy cheek and as terrified eyes opened to look into his and he helped her settle on the bed as Iris, Joe, Cisco and Wally stood just outside, also worried about Y/N’s doppelganger. “You’re going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise, you’ll be fine.”

“B-Barry, I’m scared,” Y/N sobbed, her voice in different pitches like Barry’s as Savitar’s eyes closed as he sighed, jaw clenching in worry.

“I know baby,” Savitar’s voice was gentle and trembling. Nobody in Team Flash, not even Barry had heard that voice come out of Savitar’s throat, nobody knew it even existed, “and that’s exactly why we’re going to do everything we can to stop it from happening. Our baby is going to be fine, we’re just going to meet them in a different way than we planned, okay? Don’t worry.”

Barry moved forward, temporarily pausing in his advance when Savitar tensed, holding his wife closer to his chest as he glared at his original murderously. “Look, I know this is scary and I know you’re trying to protect her. Going to a hospital is a waste of time, they’ll have no idea how to handle a meta baby, especially a speedster.” Barry inched closer until he was nearly pressed against the other side of the bed, opposite Savitar as they both watched Y/N slowly calm as the contraction subsided, her vibrating slowly stopped and she was left, panting and sweaty. “I know someone who can help, who’s dealt with this kind of stuff before.”

Savitar’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before his expression smoothed into realisation as tears gathered in his eyes before he nodded, “I’m not leaving her side.”

“I wasn’t asking you to.” With a flash of orange lightning, Barry had disappeared.

“Barr, where’s he going?” Y/N sobbed, her voice now normal as she clutched Savitar’s hand tighter to her chest and he bent low, his free hand sliding to her face and his thumb gently swiped at her forehead.

“Hey, he’s just gone to get some help so we can have the baby here okay? Everything’s going to be fine, my goddess.”

“How do you know, Barry? How do you know everything will be okay?” Y/N whimpered, tears blurring her vision of her beloved husband who made mistakes, believing he was doing what was right just to be with his wife and unborn child.

Savitar hesitated before wiping the tears that slid down her temples before lowering to press his lips to her forehead, eyebrows furrowing and eyes crinkled as he shut them tight; inhaling her signature shampoo as he sobbed once against her forehead. Pulling away to rest his forehead, their eyes met, “because our baby may be fifty-percent me, but they are also fifty-percent you and you are the fiercest person I have ever met. If our baby is anything like their mother, they’ll inherit your unbending will. Trust me on that, Y/N.” Savitar’s voice was raw with emotion as he cupped her face in his large, graceful hands.

Y/N’s lips trembled as tears started rolling down the sides of her face and into her hair as she nodded, “I love you, Barry.”

“I love you more, Y/N.” Savitar leaned in once more to capture her lips to which she reciprocated immediately and they shared a sweet, terrified and loving kiss under the fluorescent lights of the medbay.

Meanwhile, Barry had sped to Coast City in record-breaking time.

Running through the streets and following the signs that he remembered, it wasn’t long before he was met with a closed door in a high-rise apartment building. Usually he was always on the other side looking in from the window, but this time he was going to man up and speak to the woman whose heart he tore in half.

Knocking on the door, he waited a few moments before hearing the painfully familiar voice that made his heart jump beat twice as fast, “coming, hold on!”

The locks clicked and he heard the chain rattle against the door as it came undone and the door swung open to reveal Barry’s ex, Y/N Y/L/N.

Her E/C eyes widened as she stared at the man she never thought she’d see knocking on her door again. The shock quickly wore off, replaced with anger, “what do you want, Barry?” Her voice was hard, unyielding and Barry had a hard time trying to speak.

“Y-Y/N, please. I know I messed up bad and you know I wouldn’t be here unless it was absolutely necessary; but we need your help.” Barry begged, knees shaking like he was about to fall to the ground and plead until she gave in.

“I don’t see why I should lend you my help when the last time I asked for yours; you left me for Iris.” Y/N’s jaw clenched, eyes stony as she flipped her H/C hair out of her eyes.

“I know and believe me I wish I could change it, but please,” He begged, hands pressed together like he was praying, “you know I wouldn’t have bothered you if I had the choice.”

“What is so important that you ran to Coast City to see me?” Y/N crossed her arms underneath her bosom, still glaring at her ex-speedster boyfriend.

“Savitar’s wife is pregnant, her water just broke and the only person I could think of to help; someone who has genuine experience with delivering metahuman babies was you.” Barry rushed in one long string of words.

“Whoa, whoa! Back up! Savitar’s wife?!” Y/N yelled, incredulous, “who’s stupid enough to marry that psycho?”

“Uh. . .funny you should say that. .” Barry laughed nervously and Y/N’s face softened for a brief moment upon hearing the high pitched giggle that Barry used to always use when he was nervous and then her curiosity peaked.

“Why is it funny that I should say that? Who married Savitar?”

“Oh my God.” Earth 1 Y/N stared up at her doppelganger laying in the medbay bed with a large pregnant tummy easily protruding from the thin hospital sheet that covered her as she napped with Savitar standing over her, his hand gripping hers like she might just disappear if he let go. “I married him.”

Joe, Wally, Iris and Cisco were nowhere to be found, probably in the cortex.

Y/N was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Savitar was Barry or that he was staring at her doppelganger with such love and affection that it reminded her of her Barry and the woman Barry spoke of was her doppelganger from another universe through the void which was untouchable to most speedsters.

“Yeah, I told you.” Barry answered, wheeling in the equipment that he ‘borrowed’ from Central City Hospital. It was everything she would need to deliver the baby that was getting ready to pop out of her doppelganger.

“You told me nothing!” Y/N hissed at her ex before moving cautiously toward the medbay while Barry sped around, getting everything ready and placed in the correct spot.

“Miss. Y/L/N, it’s nice to see you again.” Savitar spoke up from his spot with his wife as he nodded to the Earth 1 doppelganger.

“Grilled Cheese, it looks like you’ve been seeing a lot of me.” Y/N quipped before lamely gesturing to her sleeping (and very pregnant) doppelganger, to which Savitar grinned slightly, chocolate brown locks falling into his vastly different eyes.

“She called me that too, still does when she’s mad at me.” Savitar chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his wife’s forehead before looking at her Earth 1 counterpart with worry in his eyes, “do you think you can help deliver the baby?”

“Help? I can deliver the baby. That’s what an obstetrician i-” her sentence was cut off by the harsh intake of breath from her doppelganger as she experienced another hard contraction and E/C eyes flew open as she gripped at the bulging sides of her pregnant tummy and she started to vibrate once again. Surging forward, Earth 1 Y/N sidled up to her doppelganger and gently brushed the wet locks away from her trembling forehead, “Y/N? Hi, I’m. . .you, and I’ll be the one delivering your first child.”

“H-hi. .” Y/N’s familiar lips curled into a gentle smile that Earth 1 Y/N was just able to make out, “I was wondering when my doppelganger would show up.” Her breathing was laboured.

“I’m right here, now how far apart are the contractions?” Y/N asked herself who stared up at her husband.

“They’re up to 3 minutes apart now.” Savitar answered as his wife slowed until she was clearly visible and the vibrating paused.

“I see. .” Y/N murmured, moving around the bed to gently probe her tummy, feeling an odd vibrating sensation emanating from within, “I can see why Barry ran me here.” Lifting her skirt, she examined how far along Void Y/N was, “you’re dilated 8 centimetres. Barry tells me that your water broke five minutes ago?” A hesitant nod from her non-biological (or universal) twin. “A lot faster than a normal human, for which I need to be quick.” Y/N murmured before turning her eyes on the exact same laying in the bed, “Are you experiencing any backaches, any cramps in your lower abdomen?”

“N-not as such, it’s become more of a series of vibrating for about 45 seconds which leaves me really tired and I’ve been passing out in between.”

“That’s not normal at all, is it?” Savitar asked, his still dashing features contorted into fear and worry.

“Yeah, it’s not.” Y/N answered, “your body isn’t meant to house a speedster and when the contractions start, your body is trying to burn through the pain which explains the vibrating that you’re experiencing whenever you start to contract and the three minute long pauses in between.” Y/N explained to both her doppelganger and to Savitar, “It’ll definitely leave you lethargic especially if you’re not eating as much as you need to be. The baby will leave you with acute hypoglycemia which I know how to counter. Dating a speedster for three years teaches you a few things.” Earth 1 Y/N winks at herself to which Void Y/N reciprocated.

“I know what you mean, I married one.” Y/N jabs her thumb at Savitar who rolls his eyes playfully.

“If you don’t mind needles, I’m going to put you on an IV drip and you should be feeling better soon. It won’t bring any harm to the baby. But you will need it, especially if you’re vibrating during birth.”

“Oh, that’ll be fun.” Void Y/N chuckled, “I can’t wait to phase through the bed and give birth to my baby on the floor.” She quipped sarcastically.

“I’ll catch you if you fall.” Savitar chuckled along with Earth 1 Y/N and Barry who was right behind her.

“I can help you out.” A soft voice murmured from just outside of the medbay and four pairs of eyes turned to see a silver-haired Caitlin Snow, brown eyes gentle and devoid of evil. “If you’ll have me.”

Both Barry and Savitar tensed but Earth 1 and Void Y/N smiled gently. “You fine with being my nurse for now, Dr. Snow?” Earth 1 Y/N teased, bringing a much needed smile to Caitlin’s pretty features.

“I think I’ll manage for the time being, Dr. Y/L/N.” Caitlin smiled gently before moving forward in the medbay, stopping as both Barry and Savitar moved in front of their respective Y/N’s to protect them from harm. “Barry and. . Barry, I’m not going to hurt Y/N or her doppelganger. I want to help her.”

“If you do anything and I mean anything that I find suspicious; I will end you.” Savitar threatened, jaw set and eyes hard as he stared at Caitlin.

The ice user nodded, but not before watching with surprise as Void Y/N raised her hand and smacked her husband across the back of his head with a stern glare firmly grounding her beautiful features. “Apologise right now, Cheesy.” She demanded, “don’t fuck with me right now. I’m pregnant, hormonal and in labour. I’ll make King Shark look like a goldfish and Grodd into a Capuchin monkey.” Barry snorted before quickly covering his mouth, trying to play it off as if he were coughing.

Savitar took a deep breath, looking at his angry wife who was in labour and he gulped slowly before looking back up to Caitlin, murmuring an apology before moving back to hold his wife’s hand.

With that, Earth 1 Y/N and Caitlin got to work, prepping the equipment they’d need for Y/N to give birth to her child. Savitar had changed her into a hospital gown and set her back down in the bed gently just as another contraction started and she groaned in discomfort, gripping at his hand once again.

45 seconds later, the contraction subsided and Caitlin set up the IV drip to help with Y/N’s hypoglycemia as Earth 1 Y/N checked her doppelganger. “Okay, Y/N, I’ve just checked how dilated you are and I’m pleased to say that you are fully dilated. We’re going to prep you to give birth now, but only push when I say so. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yeah.” Y/N nodded, her hands shaking as her eyes flicked to Savitar.

“It’s going to be okay, baby. I’m right here.” Savitar bent down, pressing another kiss to her forehead and both Barry and Earth 1 Y/N watched as their doppelganger’s relaxed in the presence of one another in the hour that their first child would be born.

Turning, both Barry’s and Y/N’s eyes met for half a second before they both looked away almost immediately but the thumping of their hearts said otherwise as Y/N walked toward her doppelganger and slowly lifted her legs so they were spread and her feet were flat against the bed and Caitlin pressed a button on the remote and the top half of the bed lifted electronically so Void Y/N was sitting up in a more comfortable position.

“Barry, you should go.” Earth 1 Y/N’s tone was business, leaving no room for argument, “you’ll only get in the way if you’re here. Go stay with your fiancée.”

“O-okay,” Barry murmured before looking to her doppelganger, “you’ll do great, Y/N. Don’t worry.” Void Y/N smiled gently, thanking him breathlessly as another contraction started and as Earth 1 Y/N moved to dart forward, Barry took her hand in his quickly. Neither of them even tried to deny the electricity that ran through them at the touch of their bare skin, a crackle of orange lightening struck across his hazel-green eyes and Y/N’s breathing picked up as she stared at Barry, who was staring at her with the same wide and glazed eyes, “y-you’ll do great too, Y/N. You always do.”

With that, Barry sped away, a gust of wind in his wake and Y/N could swear she could faintly detect a hint of the cologne she had bought him when he had complained he was running out of the only bottle he owned. 

‘He still wears it?’ Was her only thought before she moved toward her doppelganger, Savitar and Caitlin. “Okay Y/N, Sav- uh Barry, Caitlin, are we ready to deliver this baby?”

“I’m ready.” Caitlin answered.

Savitar nodded just as Void Y/N’s vibrating slowly stopped and she took a deep breath before looking at her doppelganger who smiled brilliantly, “let’s have this baby.”

The last two hours had been hell on Earth for both Y/N, Savitar and Caitlin.

Void Y/N’s screams echoed through the facility and drifted into the cortex, where everyone was waiting impatiently, cringing whenever they heard Y/N holler in pain and exertion. “Push, sweetheart, push! You’re doing great!” Earth 1 Y/N encouraged her doppelganger, sweat dripping down their identical foreheads for very different reasons.

Void Y/N roared in pain as she started to vibrate uncontrollably, her hand crushing Savitar’s. “You’re never touching me again, do you understand me?!” She managed to shriek at her husband who nodded like a madman.

“I promise, sweetheart. I promise I’ll never do this to you again!” He was so nervous and so fearful of what was happening that he started to regress back into his former self. The bumbling, awkward, shy and sweet Barry Allen that he was in the past from which he was created.

The Barry Allen from when he first got his powers. 

“Come on, sweetheart, you’re doing amazing! Keep pushing! Almost there!” Y/N called, “I can see the head, you’re doing amazing!” Y/N tried to fit her fingers around the head to give the baby and her doppelganger more give. “Okay, Y/N, one more big push. .. now!”

Void Y/N let out one last grating squeal before she fall back against the bed just as the vibrating instantly stopped, leaving her a sweaty, tearful and panting mess.

It was in the silence that they heard a soft cry of a newborn baby. 

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Meant for You Part Two // Barry Allen x Reader

Summary: Barry decides to go back in time to save his mother but when he finds he doesn't have you in the new timeline he tries to go back to the 'original' timeline. Only to find he doesn't have you there either. He goes on to try to convince you that you two are meant for one another. Word count: 2,599 Warnings: None --- Barry went outside onto the porch to call you, he just needed to hear your voice and make sure you were still here. He looks through his contacts, three times, and he can't find your name. He looks past it and just dials your number. It doesn't ring but an automated message says how the number is no longer in use. Again, he looks past it and just decides he'll go and see you tomorrow. --- The next morning he heads to Jitters before going down to the precinct. When he's walking out, you're walking in. He sighs in relief when he sees you. "Y/N, oh my gosh it's so great to see you," he hugs you, clearly catching you off guard. "Oh, hey, Barry," you say hesitantly. "It's Barry, right?" "Um, yeah," he says confused as to why you seem to not know him that well. "When was the last time we saw each other?" He tries to play it off cool, while trying to get some information. "Um, I guess when Team Arrow was helping Team Flash with Zoom," you shrug with a slight laugh in your voice. "Oh, yeah," he acts as if he recalls you being there, he does but not for Team Arrow. "I'm glad that I'm finally seeing you in a time that's not full of crisis," you smile. "Me, too," he says. "So, what brings you to Central City?" "Visiting family," you answer. "I was thinking about stopping by S.T.A.R. Labs later, do you think everyone would be cool with that? I know there's a lot of tension nowadays," your lips pull to one side of your face. "Tension? There's no tension," Barry states. "Barry, you don't have to lie to me," you raise an eyebrow. "I know I've only been with Team Arrow since the last time you were there but we still need to be transparent with each other." "I'm not lying," he says, genuinely meaning it. How much of this timeline did he change? "Felicity tells me everything, and you've called her a lot about how you and Cisco aren't getting along and neither are Joe and Iris. I know it's bad now but you guys can all get through it, I'm sure of it," you explain and Barry's knees go weak. He's changed a lot. "Well, I better get going," he says before darting off, not even waiting for your goodbye. He's in the alleyway of the precinct when it hits him. You're not his anymore, you barely even know who he is. He can't hug and kiss you anymore whenever just because he wants too. He can't fall asleep holding you in his arms. He can't pick himself up when he's down on a mission just from you whispering sweet, encouraging words into his earpiece. He can't tell you how much he loves you, and he can't hear those words come from you. That's when he breaks. He falls to his knees sobbing. He doesn't know what's worse, the timeline where he saw you dead or the timeline where he sees you living a happy life without him and where he can never be happy without you. You don't know how much you mean to him, you don't know your his source of light, happiness, and life. You don't know you're his everything and he's supposed to be yours. "This is all my fault," he mumbles. "I did this, I lost her." He sits there sobbing for what seems to be hours. Nothing else matters, nothing else that changed in this timeline could hurt more than this. He feels his heart breaking and his soul being crushed. How could he lose you, the only person that matters? What has he done? --- Barry gets to S.T.A.R. Labs and everyone just seems to be waiting around glumly. Cisco's normal, chipper demeanor has done a complete one eighty and he just sits there with a frown planted on his face. Caitlin just looks blankly at her screen along with Iris. The only one who seems to be in a good mood is Wally. "Hello, hello," Barry hears your voice fill the cortex, lifting everyone's demeanor just the slightest. "Y/N," Caitlin smiles while giving you a hug. "Hey, stranger," Cisco smiles, walking over to you. "What brings you here?" Iris asks. "Well, I was just in town visiting some family when I ran into to Barry and figured I needed to see the rest of Team Flash," you smile. "It's great to see you," Caitlin says. "Especially when it's not about a major crisis breaking out," you two laugh. "Though, speaking of major crisis, I could use your engineering expertise on the project I was talking to you about," Cisco chimes in. "I've managed to set fire to my workplace about five times while working on this new project." "What?" Everyone in the cortex asks at the same time. "A small fire," he defends. "Yeah, I guess I can take a look at it," you laugh. "I'll talk to you guys in a little bit," you add before following Cisco down to his workshop. Once you're gone Barry takes a seat and just rubs a hand on his forehead. Iris walks over to him and takes a seat. "What's wrong Barr?" She takes his hand in hers. "I've just messed something up and I don't know how to fix it," he shrugs, staring off into the void. "You want to talk about it?" She asks. "No," he shakes his head. "The less people to know the better." "Not even your girlfriend?" His head snaps to her, confusion taking over every fiber in his body. "What?" Is all he can manage to get out. "Me, silly," she laughs. "Not even I can know?" His mouth just moves up and down, trying to form words but not being able to find the right ones. So, he's not dating you not only because you barely know who he is but also because he is with Iris. Peachy. "You're acting really strange today," she points out. "Listen, I get you aren't ready to talk but once you are I'll be here," she says giving him a peck on the lips before walking back to her computer. "I'll be right back," Barry says, still in a confused daze, before walking out of the cortex. He makes his way down to Cisco's workshop where he sees you working on one of his new projects, he's unsure of which one since he's unsure of everything in this timeline. Cisco is looking over your shoulder in utter amazement at your engineering skills, at least that stayed the same. "Hey, Y/N," Barry nervously asks. You look up at him, making sure to keep your hands in place to not mess up all the work you've just done. "Yeah?" You ask. "Um, I know your busy right now but when you get the chance can we talk?" His nerves build up, he doesn't even know what he'll say to you but he's hoping whatever you're working on buys him some time. "Yeah, sure," you smile. "This will only take about thirty seconds," you shrug. Barry and Cisco watch as you twist a screw, connect some wires, and adjust a few software chips and a blue light on whatever you were making flashes on. You remove your hands and smile down at your work. You close the covering and pick up what looks to be like two bracelets before handing them to Cisco. "There you go, power altering meta-human cuffs," you smile proudly at your work. "And you're sure they'll work?" Cisco asks. "Well, you need to test them first," you say and take them back from Cisco before walking over to Barry. "Put on these cuffs," you instruct. "At least buy me dinner first," he jokes causing you to blush. He slips them on to either wrists and looks to you for what to do next. "Now, run," you instruct, "at high speed, of course." He goes off to run but as hard as he tries to run faster he can't. He can only move at a normal speed. Confused, he runs back to the workshop. "Could you run full speed?" You ask. "No," he shakes his head. "Good, then the cuffs worked," you smile while removing them from his wrists. "They're meant to stall your powers," you explain. "Oh, how does that work?" "Do you really want to get knee deep in engineering?" You raise an eyebrow. "Not really," he laughs. He smiles, nothing feels different between you two. It feels like the same chemistry, to him at least. He knows you don't feel it, you don't feel that you two are meant for each other the same way he does. He's just another science geek with incredible abilities to you. It hurts him to think you'll never know what you two once had. "Okay, now what did you want to talk about?" You ask. "Oh, right," his nervousness comes back. "Um, come with me," he says and leads you out of the workshop. He leads you to the time vault and you stand there in awe when you see how the wall opens into a whole other room. "You going to have to give me the mechanical notes on that," you say in awe. "That was the smoothest transitional wall I've ever seen." You two step into the vault and you look around at the empty room. You wonder why he brought you here to talk. You wonder what he even needs to talk about anyways. It's not like you two are extremely close. Though, you will say during this visit something has felt strange between you two. You can't quite put your finger on it but it's like there's more to your relationship than just helping each other when meta-humans are trying to take over the world. It's like something is missing from your memory, you can sense it but you don't know what it is. "So, what is it you need to talk to me about?" You look at him and notice his usually Barry demeanor is a lot more serious. Which makes you wish there were seats in here, who has serious conversations while standing up? Wait, what serious topic would he need to discuss with you. "I messed up and I don't know how to fix it," he sighs. "Barry, I don't mean to be rude," you start. "But why exactly are you coming to me with this? We aren't exactly close. Iris or Joe could probably help you more than me," you slightly laugh to lighten the mood. He runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. You can't tell if he's frustrated at you or the situation. You rest a hand on his shoulder, you can feel the tension in his muscles relax under your touch. "What happened?" You softly ask. He looks at you and you can see the tears forming in his eyes, "I lost the person who means the most to me." "Barry, I heard about your dad but you can't blame yourself-" "No," he cuts you off, the first tear slips from his eyes and he quickly wipes it away. "I'm talking about you." You're taken aback. You? What does he mean by that? You two hardly know each other. "Me?" You question. "What are you talking about?" He lets out a sigh, "This next part is going to sound crazy but you're just going to have to believe me." You should just leave then, he sounds completely out of it, but something makes you stay. Something makes you feel like you are the person who means the most to him and that he means the most to you. Except, you don't know how that's possible but you can feel it's true. "I ran back in time to save my mom," he starts. "In doing so I changed the original timeline and lived in this alternate one for a little while. One with both my parents, one without any of the friends I once had, one with out you." "What were we in the original timeline?" You quietly ask. He shakes his head and looks to the ground, a few more tears slipping down his cheeks. "We were stupid in love," he chokes out. "We always said had we were meant for each other, just made to be together. On Earth Two and in the future we were married, we thought it was a sign that in every timeline, in every life, we would be together." You feel yourself getting choked up too. You believe what he's saying, your gut is telling you that everything he's saying is true. You may not be able to remember the past timeline but you can feel it. You can feel how you used too, you can feel all those feelings for Barry. You know it's true. "I guess we were wrong," he quietly says. A silence fills the room, neither of you know what to do. You feel all the emotions he described and you need a way to make sure they're true. You lift up his chin so he is looking at you, and before he can say anything you slowly place your lips onto his. He immediately responds by kissing you back, you can sense his longing to kiss you and you feel it too. You feel his lips on yours is natural, as if you've kissed him a million times before. You feel as though you two are meant for each other. You feel as though some time in the past you two were together. You know that what he is saying is true. That's when you get a flashback. It's if you and Barry sitting on his front porch. He's saying goodbye. He's saying that he'll find you in the new timeline. He's saying that you two will be together on every earth, every universe, every life, and every timeline. You know this memory is real, just from a different timeline, from the original timeline. That is enough to prove to you that you two truly are meant for each other. He pulls away, leaning his forehead to yours. "No," he sighs. "I don't want us to be together because you feel we have too." "Barry, this whole time I've been here I've felt something between us," you start. "Something I couldn't understand. It felt like there was something between us, something that had been there for ages," you explain and you can see the light flooding into his eyes. "When you told me about the original timeline I knew it had to be true, I just wanted to prove it. When we kissed, that was enough proof. It felt just as it did in the original timeline, and I know this because that last memory came back. The one right before you left to save your mom. When we were sitting on the porch and you we're trying to reassure me that whatever happens we'd always be together. That we're meant for each other." His smile makes your heart ache to kiss him again, to be with him again. He's yours and you're his, no matter what. He cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your few stray tears with his thumb. "I love you so much," he smiles through the tears streaming down his face. "I love you, too," you smile, placing your hand overtop his. "I'm meant for you." "And I'm meant for you."

Please, Love Me

tw: child abuse

The first time his father hit him, he was five.  Rudy had slapped him so hard his ears rung and his cheek stung as tears ran down them.  His father had scoffed and thrown him into his room, locking him inside.

Wally had sobbed and wailed and pounded on the door, crying for his dad, for his mom, for someone to let him out, but no one came.  He broke the skin on his tiny fists from beating the door and his body ached with pain. Finally he gave up and just curled into a ball on his floor, chest heaving from crying.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry..” he cried.  “Please love me...”

He'd hoped that in the morning everything would be a bad dream like the kind that had once spooked him into his mother's arms, but when he awoke his cheek was bruised, his hands were scabbed over and he was still locked in. Hours later his father opened the door, but didn't hug him, didn't smile at him, barely even looked at him.  Rudy still smelled of alcohol.

Wally crept into his parents' room, trying to find his mother, but the bed was empty. Her favorite necklace was missing and the drawers were dangling open with the bare minimum clothing left behind.  “She'll be back,” he heard his father mutter to himself.  “Bitch'll return.”

..She'd left? His mom had left him all alone?  Wally bit his lip, determined to remain quiet.  He was afraid that if he whimpered, his father might explode again.

He slunk to the kitchen, eying his father in the living room, hand wrapped around a beer as he watched TV.  Wally pulled a small Tupperware of leftover spaghetti from the fridge and grabbed a fork before he toddled back to his room to snack on it.

Now, ten years old, he's grown accustomed to stealing food and eating it as silent as can be on his floor.  Family meals had gone out the window the first time his father had hit his mother.  No one wanted a repeat of that hospital trip where Wally had heard a doctor try to ask if she was being abused, but she'd said 'no' when all Wally really wanted her to do is say 'yes'.

He'd hated to see the way the blood stood out on her face, hated the way her eyes were red from tears.  Wally hated the way she cringed in fear every day after that from Rudy.  That's why when one day he woke up on the day he turned ten and she was gone, he was relieved.

Wally was relieved even though he knew that for every hand his father laid on him there'd be two more, for every time his father “needed to release his stress” he was going to be the target.  He was relieved, because she had fled to safety.  At least one of them was far from Rudy's hateful, violent grasp now.

He wonders if his mother ever made it to where she said she was going to go.  Some sister-in-law's place for a visit before trekking into the eastern part of the States.  He remembers how they'd found a wedding present and had sent it to them.  It had been a very nice lamp with crystals dangling from the ends.  Wally had loved how it shone in the light.

“I'm sure Iris and Barry will love it,” Mary had softly said.  He wonders if they did.  Maybe his mother got to see it when she went to them.

Wally can't help but imagine if they're nice or not.

He looks at the picture on his desk.  The last one that existed in that house with his mother in it.  Her face looks worn and tired and there's a hint of fear in her eyes as she holds onto Wally's shoulders.  He misses her..

“Dad, I'm going out,” Wally calls as he grabs his backpack, filled with spare clothes and whatever else he needs in case he doesn't want to go home.  Sometimes it's like that.  He'll dream about running away and finding a better life, finding happiness somewhere else, maybe his mother, but he loses his courage when he pictures life on the streets.  He's seen what it's like a few times and he knows that for a child his age, it's not good.

His father grunts, mumbling something about making sure there was leftover money to get more beer.  If Wally were old enough he knows Rudy would send him to get beer, but honestly he wasn't and having the police knocking on his door was something Rudy absolutely hated.

He's going to hate lugging home whatever is absolutely needed from the nearby general store, but at least he's got a wagon he managed to build in his free time – which, let's face it, he's got a lot of since he doesn't have any friends.

Wally sighs as he picks up the handle to his wagon and looks at his house.  It's old; the grass needs cutting again and the outside is getting stained again.  He's going to have to fix all of that.  To anyone else, it looks average, but to Wally all it looks like is a cage.  He thinks it's more of a prison than a prison.

His wagon clanks as he pulls it on the sidewalk.  Wally doesn't look anyone in the eye as he passes them.  He's tired of their piercing curiosity and pity.  No one's helped him since his mother left, but he doesn't need them.  He's doing fine all on his own.

Wally gets toilet paper, some very cheap, on sale snacks for himself, and everything his father wants, because if he comes home without Rudy's favorite BBQ chips again, he knows he'll find himself on the end of a belt for the millionth time. He sighs and looks longingly at the box of chocolate cookies.  He hasn't had them since before his mother left.  He wonders if they still taste like they did in his memories.

After he pays for everything, he sticks them in his wagon, backpack weighing heavy on his shoulders.  He could just runaway right now. He has food, some supplies, a little bit of money.  He could just leave.  Surely Rudy wouldn't notice he's missing until his stash of beer runs out or he gets hungry.

Wally stops at an intersection.  If he keeps going straight, he'll find himself back at that house, cowering under his father's hands, but if he goes right..

He looks ahead of him at the road leading to that house.  It looks so dark and confining compared to the road on his right.  It feels like if he takes a step forward chains will wrap around him, imprisoning him as they always did at his house.

Right looks so much better.  Thinking about taking that road makes him feel free, makes him feel alive again, like he could smile.  It looks like hope and freedom.

But he can't have that.

Happiness, hope, freedom…  Only people who are loved get those things, and Wally's not sure he'll ever be loved.  He's not sure he'll ever do anything worth being loved.  All he is is a worthless waste of space.

Still… he doesn't want to keep going in the same direction, doesn't want to return to that cold, void of a house.  All that awaits him there is pain and suffering, more coppery tasting blood upon his tongue.  There's nothing he wants there anymore.

He used to wish for his father's love, dreamed of a gentle hand upon his head and strong, kind arms around his body, but he'd long since given up on that.  It was never going to be reality.  Wally was always going to be alone.

“I don't want that...” he whispers into the evening air, no one around to hear his voice crack.  Even if no one's ever going to love him, he doesn't want to go back to that place.  He's tired of being beaten and broken.

For once, he doesn't care if it's easy or hard, he gives the direction back a short stare, and then he promptly tugs the wagon to the right.  It looks a bit brighter this way, his chest feels a bit lighter.

How far can he go before someone finds him and sends him back?  He doesn't know, but he's got to try.  If his father's not going to love him, maybe he can find someone who will.  Maybe he'll become someone worthy of being loved.

All he knows is that right now, he's going to take a chance.  Wally hums a soft melody his mother used to sing to him at night, wagon clinking behind him like an old friend at his side.

“Somewhere~ out there, someone's going to love you~”

elsword | la/lw, eeap, ath>ee(?) | 1068 words

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They're on their way back from beating the sense back into the half-nasod when Wanderer stops walking and pulls on his hand. Anpassen stops walking and turns to him with a questioning look.

"It's okay if you hate me like Executor does," Wanderer says of a sudden in a quiet voice, still holding on to Anpassen's hand. He's started shaking a bit, perhaps out of the possibility that Anpassen really could hate him like Executor does. "You don't have to keep pretending it's okay. That you like me-"

"I like you," Anpassen replies without skipping a beat. He puts a hand on Wanderer's head and gives him a pat, "And you shouldn't focus so much on what Executor says. He doesn't understand."

Wanderer doesn't seem to be convinced by just those words. His face is all twisted and scrunched like he's going to cry. There's not much to be done if words aren't enough to convince him, so Anpassen sighs somewhat helplessly and ruffles Wanderer's hair again.

"Then..." Wanderer begins, and then cuts himself short because he doesn't seem to know what he wants to say.

"It's okay," Anpassen nods, and then presses a finger against Wanderer's nose. "Ishmael will answer your call, but only if you believe in her."

Wanderer's face lights up, just a little, and though Anpassen still catches the tears that had formed in the corner of his visible eye, it doesn't seem like he's about to burst into tears just yet.

Maybe it's too brash of him, but Anpassen says, "If you believe me, you should give me a smile." Then, Anpassen grins.

"I, I..." Wanderer stutters, and unsure of how exactly to twist his features into something as radiant as that, tries his best not to grimace.

Anpassen's laughter rings in his ears a few second later, but it's not an unpleasant sound, although being laughed at makes his face turn red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it badly-"

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm not laughing at you." Anpassen's face is still radiant with light,  "Don't worry about it. The fact that you tried is the most important thing." He takes a short moment to inhale and gather himself, "Now let's go get something to eat, you must be hungry."

"...Yes," Wanderer nods, and reaches forward for Anpassen's hand, only to realize Anpassen never let go in the first place.

Erbluhen Emotion finds Apostasia in a quiet corner of Henir, knees pulled to his chest, eyes closed in rest.

When Erbluhen's heels hit the floor, Apostasia opens his eyes and rubs them so he can clearly see what's in front of him. Only after realizing he didn't hallucinate Erbluhen, does he make the motions of standing up.

"Need a hand?"

Apostasia shakes his head, and pushes himself off the floor.

"I came for a visit," Erbluhen's smile lights up Henir as much as the cubes in the area, "Oh, and I brought some chocolate for Valentine's Day."

Apostasia stares at the gift thrust towards him by Erbluhen Emotion, waiting to be accepted. He only blinks in confusion.

"It's a human custom," Erbluhen explains, "To give chocolates to someone you like."

He still does not understand, maybe Anpassen had attempted it before they changed? Erbluhen pushes the gift into his arms and he has no choice but to agree to take it. He stares at the box in his hands, unsure of their meaning. "Thank you. ...Are you, leaving now?"

Erbluhen's answer to this question has never changed, and Apostasia doesn't know why he asked. "I'll stay as long as you want me to."

Erbluhen always does as he likes, floating freely between Henir and the Elrios without any particular goal in mind. Him and Arme Thaumaturgy both, with Ishmael's blessing. The thought of this makes Apostasia jealous. He didn't start going by Apostasia by his own free will, but the goddess had forced him to, instead.

Without warning, Apostasia goes for Erbluhen's neck. The sudden force of the action knocks them both to the floor, and Apostasia leans over him with his hair cascading over them, pooling on to the floor. He leans in to Erbluhen's face trying to catch any sort of anger or hatred on Erbluhen's eyes like the disgusted look Arme gave him when they were still chasing Wally.

If Arme and Erbluhen had once been the same person at some point, then- "It's okay if you hate me like Arme does."

Instead of hatred or anger, Erbluhen Emotion raises his hand to pat Apostasia on the head. Although Apostasia's hand is still around his neck, Erbluhen does not show the slightest bit of discomfort around it. He simply smiles with an expression so bright it leaves Apostasia dazed.

He has seen this light before, when Arme waves his arms about and threatens him with the goddess' name and honour. It's the goddess' light.

"I don't hate you like Arme does," Erbluhen sighs, "Don't be silly, I've never hated you at all."

How is he supposed to process this sincerity and kindness? Erbluhen doesn't give him the chance to process it, anyway.

"I forgot," Erbluhen says, reaching for the hand at his neck, brushing his fingers over Apostasia's wrists, "to ask you for a Valentine's day kiss."

On his way back to the house, Arme stops him at the door and demands to see his pendulum.

"Wait a second, please." After fumbling around his pockets, Erbluhen passes it over.

"You went to see that thing, didn't you?" Arme spits, and then closes his hand around the pendulum, glowing blindly blue with the power of the goddess.

Well, no point in lying. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

Arme doesn't answer the question, and only shoots Erbluhen a dirty look. Erbluhen gives him a clueless smile in return.

"I can't stop you from doing as you please," Arme tosses the pendulum back, and turns to leave. "But please, consider the goddess' reputation when you fraternize with scum."

"I'll think about it, maybe."

As he latches the pendulum back to its usual place, little shadows melt away from underneath his gloves. He catches his reflection in the surface of the gem of the pendulum and realizes the same kind of shadows are peering out from a ring around his neck underneath his collar.

Only, these ones don't disappear, even as he rubs his fingers against the marks.