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messylxve · 9 months

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ghost spider | cisco ramon x Gn!reader

part one

It was a just another day for Team Flash. One more meta-human captured and one step closer to a safe city. So when the alarm went off for a robbery, they all thought it was nothing more.

“He’s making a run for it Barry,” Cisco warned through the comms system. “You’ll catch him if you cut through the alley on 24th and Charles.”

Doing as Cisco said, he made his way on the street, skidding to a stop when he saw a panicked man rushing down the road. But Barry’s grin was quickly wiped off of his face when the robber was yanked off the street and into the air.

“Oh you robbers make it so easy,” a voice sighed.

Looking up, Barry’s eyes landed on you, hanging upside down so you were eye to eye with the cursing man.

“Who are you,” Barry shouted from his place on the ground.

You looked around the crook, smiling under the mask at the sight of the Flash. “No one of consequence.”

You suddenly flipped in the air, landing on a fire escape above the Flash and leaving the robber hanging. “But you can call me Ghost Spider.”

“Ghost Spider?” He couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the name, but before he could make another comment the sound of a gun firing stopped the both of them.

Barry was quick to rush to your side to stop the bullet, but you too moved fast—dodging the speeding weapon like it was nothing more than a football.

“Hey,” you shouted, turning to the man. “Didn’t anyone teach you fire safety?”

You flung a web out, snatching the firearm from the man, leaving both him and Barry shocked. “You could have killed me,” you pouted.

“W-w,” Barry stammered out, now more intrigued than ever. “What was that?!”

“Nothing of consequence,” you smirked.

“I swear to god,” the robber grumbled. “I’ll kill you both.”

“Blah blah blah,” you mocked, shooting another web to cover his mouth. “No one likes a blabber mouth.”

You turned back to Flash. “I’ll leave him to you. Catch you around Flash.”

Flinging a web at the nearest building, you swung away out of sight, leaving Barry watching you practically fly over Central City in awe.

“Did you see that,” he exclaimed to the very angry robber.

“So are they a meta-human,”Caitlyn asked once Barry returned to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“I think so. I mean they dodged a bullet that they didn’t even see get fired.”

“Wow,” Cisco mused. “And they shot spider-webs from their wrists?”

“Yeah, apparently it’s strong enough that they can hang from it and swing from buildings with it.”

“Woah…it’s a Spider-Man.”

“How do you even know if they’re a man,” Caitlyn questioned.

“Spider-Woman.”

“Actually,” Barry cut in. “Ghost Spider.”

“No,” Cisco exclaimed. “I name things, not you.”

Barry threw up his hands in mock defense. “I didn’t name them, they told me their name. Ghost Spider.”

Cisco frowned. “Hmm, it’s okay. I guess.” In truth he loved it, but he’d never admit it out loud.

That next time you made an appearance with the Flash, it was less than ideal. You had shown up right in time to meet the man in yellow.

To put it lightly, he didn’t appreciate you butting in on his meet with the Flash. You could hold your ground for only so long, but when he dragged you across the wall with his speed and threw you to the concrete ground, you looked worse than battered.

When Barry found you, you were knocked out, covered in blood, and mask in shreds, revealing your face.

His own instincts kicking in, he rushed you to S.T.A.R. Labs.

“Help me,” he panted after speeding into The Cortex with you in his arms.

It was action first and questions later as Caitlyn and Cisco rushed you to their makeshift hospital bed.

Hours later, your condition was finally stabilized, leaving the three to talk in the room over.

“They had 4 broken ribs, major fractures in their skull and will have extreme scarring all over their face.” She shook her head in disbelief. “There was no way they could have come back from that but…they did.”

“I guess that answers our meta-human question,” Cisco whispered.

“Do you know exactly how they were able to survive that, much less stabilize so quickly?”

Caitlyn shook her head. “No. I could run tests, but I wouldn’t want to do that while they’re in such a fragile condition and without them knowing.”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

Everyone whipped around in shock to see you leaning on the door way; the only sign of damage on you being the discoloration from your scars and the tired expression in your eyes.

“Woah,” Cisco exclaimed. “You should not be up much less even awake.

A tired chuckle left you. “I’m fine.”

“Cisco’s right,” Caitlyn entered. “You shouldn’t be up, it’s extremely dangerous.”

“I promise you, I’m fine. You can check if you’d like.”

Caitlyn gave Cisco and Barry a glance, begging for them to back her up, but sighed when she saw it was fruitless.

“Okay.”

Not too long after the group found themselves looking over your X-rays and brain scans.

“How?”

“Extreme cell regeneration.”

“But on this level,” Cisco asked in amazement, coming in close and touching your cheek, examining your face. “It’s nearly impossible.”

Heat spread up your neck, burning your cheeks and ears as you felt how close he was.

“Shoot sorry, got too excited,” he laughed off, embarrassment settling in on him.

“It’s okay,” you laughed before clearing your throat. “It started a few months ago when your particle accelerator blew up. You see, I’m a biochemist for Mercury Labs and I was studying spiders and their healing capabilities—did you know the silk in a spider could repair human ligaments or—or that sea spiders can regrow entire body parts instead of just limbs.”

“Umm…no,” Barry chuckled lightly.

“Right sorry, besides the point,” you coughed. “I was at the lab late that night, looking over my work and when the incident happened, everything kind of exploded all over me. I woke up feeling normal at first, but everything felt dialed up to 20. I could hear see, and feel everything, a million times better than before. I was stronger, all of my injuries would heal overnight or even in hours. I stuck to walls and I had what I call a 6th sense. It helps me sense danger before it’s there.”

“Like a spidey sense,” Cisco whispered in amazement.

“Yeah,” you smiled, your stomach doing weird flips. “Like a spidey sense.”

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mcbenson25 · 4 months

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I Have Something For You (Eobard Thawne X Reader)

A/N: Helloooooo. Here's a little one-shot that didn't make it into More Than He Bargained For that I thought you would all enjoy!

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"I have to go out of town for a couple of days," Eobard reluctantly informed you, his expression softening as he looked down at your pouting face. "What? Why?" you protested, your eyes searching his for an explanation.

Eobard couldn't resist the charm of your pout; it made him feel guilty about leaving you. A warm smile graced his lips as he reassured you, "I have to do this thing for work, but I'll be back before you know it."

"Impossible," you countered, pressing a quick, affectionate kiss on his lips before snuggling closer to him. "I always hate when you aren't here."

He sighed, his gaze fixed on you. He wished he could freeze this moment, capture it in eternity. You and him…happy, lovers. You made the stagnant existence in this time period bearable. "Why can't you take me with you?" you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"You know I can't," he replied, his voice filled with a touch of regret.

You groaned in response, not happy but acceptingly. "Alright."

A comfortable silence enveloped the room as the television droned on in the background, providing background noise with its latest stock market analysis.

"I have something for you," Eobard suddenly broke the silence, his voice infused with anticipation.

Your eyes lit up, and you sat up eagerly, a smile tugging at your lips. "Oh? What is it?"

"We have to go outside, though," he teased, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Meet me outside," he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

You giggled as you watched him almost trip on his way to your shared bedroom, his playful smile and wink leaving you with a sense of curiosity. Grabbing your shoes, you headed outside to join him.

Eobard's house was a cozy haven, nestled alongside the lake bordering Central City. The backyard was a sight to behold, with towering, lush trees adorned with delicate jar lights. A beautiful garden with a meandering stone path guided you towards the shimmering lake. From this vantage point, you could also see the dazzling cityscape, adding to the enchantment of your little piece of heaven.

"It's beautiful."

You turned around and found Eobard standing beside you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. "It is," you replied, unable to contain your joy.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about the view," he sweetly retorted, his gaze filled with affection.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Before I go, I wanted to give you something, but first, I have to ask you something," Eobard began, his voice laced with nerves.

Curiosity ignited within you. "Okay," you responded, your voice soft and filled with anticipation.

He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as it ran through his hair. "Is everything okay?" you asked, concern creeping into your voice.

"Yes! Yes, I just—" he stammered, his eyes meeting yours before he finally gathered his composure. Stepping forward, his voice regained strength. "Will you marry me?"

You stood frozen, unable to process the question at first.

Did he just...?

Oh my goodness..

He just asked me to marry him

"Yes, of course!" you squealed with delight as he kissed you passionately, sealing the moment. As you pulled apart, your eyes glanced down and spotted a dazzling diamond ring with your beloved gemstone nestled in the center.

Overwhelmed with joy, you looked up at him and said, "I love you."

A radiant smile graced his face as he replied, "I love you too."

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Hope you enjoyed this little snippet! Please feel free to leave any comments or thoughts as well as ideas! Love you all!

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jokingmisfit · 2 years

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Bro, I told my therapist that I write a lot of stories. I made a mistake and told them how sometimes my writing reflects my mental state... Now they want me to bring some into to share! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GROW THE BALLS TO BRING IN X READER FAN FICTION TO MY THERAPIST!? WHAT HAVE I DONE!? WHAT DO I DO!?

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elutrosop · 4 months

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It is just me or someone else REALLY like the idea of Eobard fucks with Barry's mother? Like, not in an illegal way. But just imagine that some weeks before her death, Nora met a real lovable man that is incredibly sweet and she can't help herself and fall into his arms. Just to years later, Eobard tells every little detail to Barry and messes with the perfect memory of his mother and say: "IT WAS ME BARRY I (consensually) FUCKED YOUR MOTHER!" *evil laugh*

Or maybe it would be too evil for him (it would?)

#I'm completely normal about this #maybe i should write a fanfic about it #just for the joke ofc haha #reverse flash #eobard thawne

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elfwoodfae · 1 year

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Eowells x reader Nightcall Epilogue?

Hello, long time no see, I hope you at all doing good. I wanted to post this and say that it could be read as a stand alone but is in reality a continuation of nightcall. I hope you enjoy it and as per usual let me know what you think. This also felt like a safe space and piece to come back into writing after such an absence, I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it.

It’s been a little too long since the last time any resemblance of emotion other than hatred or pain has crossed his mind. A mind so broken over time in a race he knows he will never win no matter how much he tries to fool himself with the idea that he will. He won’t, deep down he knows this, he has prepared himself for the inevitable outcome, and yet here he is, knotting the robe that will ultimately hang him, he is a dead man walking and he knows it, its a fate he accepted even as he lives through it, playing all the chess pieces the way they are supposed to be played, even if he now knows what moves he could have done differently. Some days, when he is in the mood he likes to write them down, make a list if you will of how he could have prevented the tragedy, his ending.

1. Y/n.

Or so he tries to convince himself, trying to silence the voices of the dead that weight on what’s left of his mind. The past coming to haunt him once again through what’s left of him, telling him how he knows he would do it all over again and again and again, how he would relive every second of the agony and suffering those past few years have been for him, locked in a cell, with the constant reminder of his failure dancing through his vision. Is not like Allen has made it any easier to deal with, or Cisco for that matter, their hatred transformed into pity over the years just serves him to pick on the wounds that will never heal, living in a constant state of rawness.

He tries every night to forget, to close his eyes and pretend he doesn’t see you, he doesn’t see the ghost of you looking back at him, your eyes void of life, he swears he can smell the blood, that he can feel his body burning from the speed, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the weight of your body as he held it, still warm, still there, your eyes still open but no life left in them.

It’s been 10 years, ten long painful years and he can still recall every damn second of that night, every moment, every mistake. The aftermath of a war that you had no business fighting, a war that belonged to him.

He remembers those first few years, when he would close his eyes almost nightly, revisiting a memory of you he had carved in his heart, the only place he had ever truly found solace, a place he no longer visited. As the years went by he visited it less and less, the solace became torture, a face he knew so well distorting into nothingness, and the more he went the less he could remember you, a final punishment for his soul, to not be able to remember what you looked like, and in the fear of never been able to see you again he opted to close that door, throw the key so far into his mind not even in death would he find it again. Or so he thought.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up with a strange feeling to his chest, he can’t place his finger on what it is, maybe anxiousness or tranquility, they sometimes feel so similar is hard to distinguish them. He notices how the bed feels, too soft to be the one on his cell and when he rubs his face against the pillow he feels it, that perfume that haunted his every breathing moment, the scent of live itself. Your scent hits him so unexpectedly his eyes threaten to water, his heart flutters so harshly it hurts, and when he finally snaps out of it and lifts his head he notices where he is. His house, the one he shared with you for such a briefly period of time but a time where he can’t even remember what it was like before you even came along, as if it had always been yours and he was just the guest.

“ I didn’t hear you waking up, I would have come back to bed sooner.” His eyes water this time and his heart threatens to kill him, he doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t understand how you are here, smiling at him, looking at him with that sparkle in your eyes as you climb over the bed to him, wearing one of his white shirts you loved so much.

His silence is so intense, his eyes so sharp on you he can see the change in your expression, the worry taking over at his quietness. Before you can ask him what’s wrong his hand is already caressing your cheek, his fingers digging in your skin, near your hair as he grabs onto you and pulls himself up to sit up, his arms wrapping themselves over your form, his face burying in your hair. He feels your hand on his bare back, caressing it as you try to free your head of his hold to look up at him, wondering with your eyes what’s gotten into him.

“ I have missed you so much.’’ He says, not caring for a second how odd or out of place it could feel for you.

“ I have been here all the time, i didn’t go anywhere.’’ Your voice resonates through his mind, bouncing around every part of his brain.

‘’ No…”

“No?’’ You interrupt him before he can continue.

He realizes this must be a dream, a cruel dream he will wake up from, he will wake up back in the cell, such a cruelty of fate to tease him like this. Hasn’t he given enough? Hasn’t he suffered enough? Paid the price of his mistakes yet he is living the worst of the punishment again, having you with him once again to be taken from him at any moment, at any point without a previous warning.

No. No, he is a logical man he knows what a dream is, he knows this is not one. He tries to pull himself together, to breathe, to feel, to think. He moves his hand and looks at his watch, it reads Saturday November 5 on the little date window. It hasn’t happened, nothing has happened.

“Eobard’’ your voice brings him back, your eyes look at him so fiercely, so determine, making the next few words that come out of your mouth all the more shocking.

“You did it, its all fine now.” And he has to wonder for a moment, it’s this death or paradise?

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poly-em-productions · 3 months

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Unfortunately, Power Girl Chapter 1

[Please note this is a fan comic and not officially licensed nor edorsed by DC Comics]

[[So don't sue us please ._.']]

For high/full rez version, the comic can be found for free on our patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/98032101

#power girl #fanfic #fan comic #non canon #comedy #superhero #reverse flash #martian manhunter #patreon

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givereadersahug · 1 year

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My Fanfic 💖 Cherry Blossoms (SK8 the Infinity)

Title: Cherry Blossoms

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Main Pairing: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Fest: @mbflashbang / Haruiro: a Matchablossom Flash Reverse Bang

Rating: General

Word Count: 3,434

Tags: Marriage Proposal, Picnics, Anxiety

Summary:

"Cherry blossoms are pink and white." Kojiro had made his way back and took the purple kimono from Kaoru's hands. "You mean pink." "They start out as white and then they blossom to a gorgeous pink," Kojiro had said, his breath minty fresh. His arms wrapped around Kaoru's waist, and he buried his head into Kaoru's floral scented hair. "I love how you flush red every time I pull you in for a kiss. Your pale skin turns into a gorgeous shade of pink. My own personal cherry blossom."

Notes: Inspired by EmilyKeigo’s art linked here.

#myfanfic #Matchablossom Flash Reverse Bang #fandom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 kaoru #sk8 kojiro #matchablossom #matchablossom fanfic

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katwriteswitcherthings · 1 year

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Fandom: The Witcher (The Witcher 3 specifically)

Relationship: Prince Adrien/Kiyan

Rating: M

Additional Tags: AU - Modern Witchers, Light Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life, Museums, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Assholes in Love, Murder Husbands, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mentioned Past Torture, Soft Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Soft Kiyan (The Witcher), Vampire Prince Adrien

Summary:

Adrien loves to walk through art galleries and museums. Kiyan follows him loyally; his ever-present bodyguard. Adrien has a surprise for his most loyal companion.

A/N: Prompt #17 fill for @reverseprompts and The Witcher Flash Fic Challenge #61.

This tried so hard to become smut, but alas, I ran out of time. I found this post after I had already written this, so it doesn't quite work for Adrien to be wearing (I don't think those shoes would click on hardwood floors), but I want him to be wearing it so badly and I thought you should know.

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #witcher fanfic #adrien/kiyan #reverse prompt challenge #reverse prompt 17 #flash fic challenge #its my rarepair #i think we have a canoe now!#my fanfic

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thealvininkwell · 9 months

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗘𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗻𝗲

"I am the hero of this story. Don't forget that. You can plaster my name on as many 'wanted' posters and plaques at the Flash Museum saying I'm a murderer and a monster as you want, but it won't change the fact that I'm the hero. My story starts in my personal past, but your distant future. A paradox, I know, but stay with me, it will all be cleared up." Eobard Thawne sat in a cold interrogation room, cuffs on his hands.

"I was born in Central Cityplex, a merge between Keystone and Central City. 25th Century. My parents raised me, designed me to be a genius." He groaned.

Darryl Frye, a Central City Police Department cop sat on the other side of the glass, "Designed? Like a computer?"

"Yes, detective," He growled, unhappy he'd been interrupted, "Like a computer." He spat through gritted teeth, "In my century, natural birth is obsolete. Families choose how their kids will look, act, think, and feel. Mostly." He explained, clenching his fists, "I remember, from a young age, I was infatuated by the 21st Century heroes. Your heroes. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman…The Flash." He smiled softly, but there was something sinister about it, "The Flash was the most intriguing. Museums, artifacts from the past. In my time, it's all precious. I wanted so badly to learn about him. Eventually, of course, I did." Eobard Thawne stood up, staring into the two way mirror, "I studied The Speed Force, the Source of Flash's power, for years at The Flash Museum. I even became curator. My nickname was 'Professor Zoom'."

Frye laughed a little, "Professor Zoom? That sounds more like an insult."

"I can assure you, Captain Frye, it's all praise. Let's move one from that, though, shall we?" He began to pace back and forth, "One day, I found a time capsule from your time. Inside, oh, inside, it contained his suit. I was stunned. Surely this was destiny" He stopped, turning to the right, staring at Frye, "Right?"

There was no response from the intercom, everyone was deathly quiet, listening.

"I put the suit on. The power it contained. It felt so… 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜…" His eyes glowed bright red when he said it. "The suit had enough residual Speed Force energy to allow me to tap into it. It happened. I was The Flash. I couldn't believe it."

"That sounds a little too good to be true, Professor." Frye spoke up.

"Oh, it was. I'm getting there." He chuckled, "Then, he showed up. My hero. The Flash. Curious to observe who had come into possession of his old suit, he was eager to meet me. I showed him how good I was at saving people. Couples in a car accident, people falling from buildings. We were quite the team. He even gave me some wisdom: every second is precious."

"Then what happened? You said it was too good to be true." Chief Singh finally spoke up.

"What happened was I was a fraud. In the 25th Century, crime is at a net zero, meaning I had to fabricate my own crimes. Save people I put in danger. When The Flash found out, he, albeit understandably, turned me in." Thawne growled, "After that, I decided to turn my life around. I donated to charities while in prison. My fame and image had been forever tarnished, so I was trying to show I'd changed. Upon seeing my change, I was released for good behavior. It was then I knew what I had to do: I had to become a sidekick. I donned the suit once more, changing to, well, what you see now." He gestured to his suit with the cowl up. "I knew his sidekicks wore it, so I admitted I wasn't ready. I traveled back in time, to find Flash and show him I'd changed." His eyes began to glow red again, "And what did I see but The Flash handing a watch to his new ward, Kid Flash. Engraved in the timepiece, that piece of advice he gave me. Every. Second. Is. Precious."

Thawne could feel the uneasiness behind the two-way mirror, "Lost, I traveled to the Flash Museum for guidance. It was then I found out I was destined to be his villain. The greatest villain he'd ever faced. Don't let that fool you, for I'm still the hero. By pushing Flash to his full potential, I am truly making him a better hero, thus… well, I'm sure you can do that math."

Captain Frye sighed, "Professor, we have been more than patient. Please get to the point. You turned yourself in here. A verdict no doubt justified, but you had a reason. What is it?"

Zoom pulled his cowl down, his blond hair catching the light, "I, Eobard Thawne, confess to the torture and murder of Nora Thompson Allen and the framing of Henry Allen."

Police stormed the interrogation room and tried to restrain Thawne before a red streak of electricity zipped around the room and the cops collapsed. Thawne looked into the mirror, his eyes red and voice distorted, "You seem to think I want to go back to prison, no, no. I just wanted him to see that no matter how hard he tries, even if I come willingly, he will not stop me. Come to think of it, maybe I am the villain. And you know what? It feels really, really, fucking good." A loud boom echoed through the station as the two officers sat in fear.

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otaku-trash · 1 year

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The Flash

Masterlist

Harry Wells:

‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’

#the flash #barry allen #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #harrison wells #e2 wells #iris west #joe west #reverse flash #zoom #eobard thawne #fanfic #fanfication

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the-wolfverse · 2 years

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An excerpt from a Reverse Batbrothers Zombie fanfic

Check it out and leave a comment

(Only Batfamily is age reversed/ Wally and Damian are freinds)

Wally slowly got up and walked over to Damian, his movements were clumsy and he was breathing heavily.

"You okay?" Damian asked studying the speedster.

"Yeah just a little tired" Wally responded sitting down next to him "something wrong big bird?"

"Nothing" Damian replied looking away.

"Okay let me rephrase that" Wally leaned in front of him "I know somethings wrong so can we skip the whole lone bat thing and you just tell me what's troubling you"

"Just thinking about Tim and Jason" Damian sighed.

"I'm sure their all fine" Wally gave him a reassuring smile "after all their robins"

"Tim was a Robin and it got him blown up in a warehouse" Damian responded grimly.

"And he came back" Wally pointed out "besides Tim's got Rose now and Rose won't let anything happen to her 'Undead Nerd' "

"I suppose you're right" Damian nodded. Rose may be a manipulative psychopath but she was also very protective.

"Besides both Tim and Jason grew up on zombie shooter games" Wally added.

"Tim cheated at those games" Damian narrowed his eyes.

"Your just mad because he beat you" Wally chuckled.

"It's my turn for watch you two get some sleep" Steph ordered. Wally responded by sticking out his tongue.

"Real mature West" Damian rolled his eyes unable to suppress a small smile.

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mcbenson25 · 11 months

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More Than He Bargained For Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Final Part

A/N: I know I said I would post more often but I decided it was becoming a lot if I kept posting in little sections so I decided to make them a loooot longer just to move things along.

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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Eobard took a swig of water, trying to quell the anger, annoyance, and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. The Earth-X situation was proving to be more of a headache than he had anticipated. The lack of patience and impulsiveness from his team was becoming a hindrance, but they were his only shot at a happy ending.

A happy ending where Barry was dead, and Eobard had you by his side. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips, but it was short-lived as a loud beeping interrupted his thoughts.

"He's gone," the Dark Arrow announced, and Eobard tensed.

"Who? Merlyn?" he asked, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.

"The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," the Dark Arrow replied evenly, and Eobard felt a sense of resignation wash over him.

Merlyn was never strong enough to handle anything, so his demise was no surprise.

Get over it.

"He always seemed too soft to me," Eobard remarked, hoping to move past the topic and focus on the task at hand.

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Eobard thought they had moved on, but of course it was too much to hope for as the Dark Arrow spoke again.

"He died for you," he said to Overgirl with a solemn tone.

Here we go with this.

Eobard felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Merlyn's death meant nothing to him, and he couldn't understand why it would matter to anyone else.

"We will make his death worthwhile," the Dark Arrow stated with a sense of determination.

How stupid.

"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," he repeated, trying to refocus the conversation on the task at hand.

Dark Arrow gave him a withering glare, clearly annoyed at the lack of respect coming from Eobard. "Keep your focus where it belongs and GET to work on locating that prism!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

Eobard couldn't help but smile at the opportunity for confrontation. He relished the thought of punching Dark Arrow's ridiculous face. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or I'll watch it for you."

Dark Arrow's anger boiled over, and he stepped forward, shoving Eobard roughly against a pillar. Eobard couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, knowing that he had hit a nerve.

This was going to be good.

"Oliver!" Overgirl called out trying to diffuse the situation, but he ignored her, focused solely on Eobard. "Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

Eobard met his gaze without fear, his wicked smile never leaving his face. "You're angry," he said in a low voice, goading him. "And I like it."

Dark Arrow pushed him further into the pillar, his fury barely contained. "Don't you mock me!" he spat.

Eobard merely chuckled. "Then do not threaten me," he taunted. "Or have you forgotten?" He vibrated his hand menacingly. "I can end your life before you even birth your next thought."

Both men stared angrily at each other waiting for the other to move when Overgirl showed up next to them.

"Try it once," "Kara" threatened, "and I break every bone in your body."

Eobard felt his hand get crushed by Overgirl and "Oliver's" arrow was uncomfortably close to his neck.

Okay maybe not the best idea.

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, we're all a little emotional. Here what I suggest," as said feeling the arrow coming closer to his throat, "I will stop vibrating my hand," he looked at "Kara", "You will stop breaking my wrist, and you," he said exasperatedly to "Oliver", "will be 10% less brooding."

"Oliver" backed away and let his arrow fall on the floor with a clang and only then did "Kara" let go of his hand.

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

Eobard was annoyed again. "It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned." He paused taking an annoyed breath, raising his voice, "We came here to conquer this Earth, or have you forgotten?"

"Oliver" stepped in. "Locate the prism," he paused as he saw Eobard's murderous look, "please."

That's what I thought.

"Once we have identified the location of the target I will devise a plan of attack.”

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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Harry sighed, his mind heavy with thoughts of the recent encounter with you. The memory of catching you flustered replayed in his mind, intensifying the beat of his heart. Seeking a distraction, he had joined Caitlin and Jax in their work lab, hoping to shift his focus to tracking down the Nazis.

Pushing up his glasses, Harry's attention was brought back to the tool he was tinkering with as Jax shared some information. "Felicity's got her friend working on Palmer Technology's spectrometry satellites," Jax said, breaking the silence.

Why don't we just use-

Caitlin finished Harry's thought. "Okay, but what about the Waverider? I mean, a time-traveling ship must have some sort of tracking technology we can use," she suggested, her voice tinged with a hint of hope.

Harry nodded in agreement. "It would help us locate these bastards a lot faster," he remarked, his determination evident in his voice.

Jax interjected, his expression perplexed. "Well, not exactly. It's in the, uh, Stone Age," he explained, scrunching up his face.

The confusion was mirrored on both Caitlin and Harry's faces. "It's literally in the Stone Age." Jax clarified, prompting Harry to let out a frustrated sigh.

Caitlin's disappointment was visible as she spoke, "Okay, well, parallel Earth jumping is kind of Cisco's specialty," her voice trailed off.

"Unfortunately, he's too busy being unconscious right now," Harry replied gruffly, his frustration seeping into his words. "I guess we're on our own.”

Just then, Professor Stein entered the lab, and Jax's face lit up. "Oh, perfect timing, man. We're trying to find the guys from Earth-X, but we're coming up with nothing," Jax shared, hoping for a breakthrough.

However, Professor Stein's expression revealed a hint of sadness as he glanced at Caitlin and Harry. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us a moment?" he requested, his tone conveying a need for privacy.

Caught in the intrigue of the unfolding situation, Harry exchanged a curious glance with Jax before focusing his attention on the professor. Something was about to transpire, and Harry couldn't help but smile curiously.

Carelessly tossing his tool aside, he remarked, "Happily. We don't want to interrupt whatever... awkward, awkward thing-," he said with an amused expression.

Caitlin, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her voice laced with exasperation. "Come on, Harry, it's not about you," she scolded, as she dragged him away from the unfolding conversation.

Yet, Harry's curiosity lingered. "-that is," he continued, his voice trailing off as Caitlin pulled him away.

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Sitting in the cortex with Iris, you spun in the chair as Felicity frantically tried to uncover the Nazis' hiding place. Frustrated, Iris blew out a breath and questioned, "How long until you brainiacs find these Nazis?"

Felicity, visibly exasperated and annoyed, let out a sigh. "My answer hasn't changed in the two minutes since you last asked me."

You and Iris exchanged a concerned glance, sensing something was bothering Felicity. Iris quickly apologized, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Noticing the impact of her own tone, Felicity sighed and admitted, "I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some Oliver stuff," she paused, "not 'Nazis ruined the happiest day of our life' stuff, but... stuff."

You approached Felicity, sensing her distress. Memories of your earlier conversation this morning flooded back.

"Stuff. Like you're unsure about marrying him?" you asked gently, drawing closer to Felicity.

"I thought you guys said you were good?" Iris chimed in, scooting her chair closer to Felicity.

Felicity glanced at you, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability within.

"What if I lose him? I couldn't bear it. I love him too much."

You remembered your heart-to-heart talk earlier, and instinctively spoke up for her, saying, "You don't want to jeopardize the happiness you've fought so hard to build."

Felicity nodded, tears welling up. "We're just as good as we were the last time we got engaged and I got shot. That was the beginning of the end for us."

Iris let out a sigh, struggling to fully comprehend Felicity's situation, because her own relationship with Barry seemed so perfect and secure. You, on the other hand, painfully understood the complexity of Felicity's emotions, as you longed for the same sense of security with Eobard, free from worries about him or the constraints of time that seemingly never escaped you.

"I don't want to tempt fate again," Felicity's voice cracked, "you know?"

Both you and Iris enveloped Felicity in a comforting hug. In that moment, a beeping sound emerged from the computer, drawing your attention. Huddling around the screen, you asked, puzzled, "A break-in at Dayton Optical Systems?"

Iris, seemingly weary, suggested, "I know this may sound terrible, but maybe we should let the police handle it. We need our team focused on the Nazis."

Casting her a sideways glance, you couldn't help but disagree. At this point, anything could be connected to the unwelcome visitors from Earth-X

Felicity pulled up security footage and looked up, her gaze intense. "This is the Nazis."

Sighing, you swiftly began pressing buttons on the computer. "We need to inform the others. Now."

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Eobard observed with amusement as Barry walked toward Dayton Optical Systems, reveling in the sight of his confusion and apparent stupidity in trying to piece together the puzzle.

What a moron.

"Why are the Earth-Xers targeting this place?" Barry asked Arrow and Supergirl, unaware of Eobard, Dark Arrow, and Overgirl emerging from the shadows. They stood in front of them, nodding evilly.

"Because," came Dark Arrow's distorted voice, "they had something we need."

Eobard smirked as he carried the box and stood across from the Flash, slowly setting it down. Despite being mere feet away, Barry still couldn't figure out his true identity. How stupid was he? Even with his phasing abilities, was Flash really that pathetic in not being able to recognize him?

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

"We're gonna need it back," Barry finished, determination in his voice.

We're gonna need it back. Eobard snorted at the Flash and his pathetic group of do-gooders.

"Your confidence is predictable," Dark Arrow said, clearly amused.

I'll say.

"You've faced some of the greatest evils known to man," Dark Arrow continued, "and you've defeated them. But if you think so highly of yourselves, that you can defeat any threat that comes your way..."

There was a delicious pause as they removed their intricate gas masks, revealing themselves to Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl.

"How do you feel about us?" Dark Arrow said to his doppelgänger, wearing an evil smirk.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. Eobard relished in the stupid look of confusion on Flash's face as he glanced uncertainly at his partners.

Arrow spoke first, his disgust evident. "This is sick."

"Do you mean looking at your reflection and seeing only weakness? I agree," Dark Arrow responded.

"Thawne?" Flash said, attempting to sound unfazed, but Eobard knew the anger boiled inside him.

"Direct from Earth-1," Eobard answered with glee. "Do you like my face?" He gestured, "I was told this was much handsomer than that stupid face of Harrison Wells."

"You're demented," Flash seethed. "I watched you die."

Eobard shook his head and laughed. "Or did you? It's time travel, Barry. So very confusing. I always seem to be saying that to you, don't I?"

It was a hypocritical statement, really. Time travel was the very thing that had brought him to you, that had saved you. Why couldn't you understand that? Everything he did was for you. But he always seemed to mess it up, unable to be careful. You made him forget everything else. But that would change. He just needed to settle things with Flash first.

"Last chance," Green Arrow growled, bringing him back to the present. "Go. Home."

"And stay there," Kara said, her tone cold and resolute.

"All of you," Barry added, his expression hardened as he stared at Eobard.

Eobard smirked at him before putting his cowl back on, fully focused on going after Barry.

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

Unfortunately, his moment of enjoyment was cut short when Overgirl was struck by a kryptonite arrow. Dark Arrow rushed to her side and yelled at Eobard, "Get the prism out of here now!"

He paused, throwing them a look. He knew the stupid man's love would get in the way. And for a brief moment, he saw you in his arms instead of Overgirl, causing him to freeze before shaking his head to clear the distraction.

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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"No! Eddie! Oh my..." You heard Iris wail, her voice filled with anguish and despair, as she ran out of the cortex. Without a second thought, you chased after her, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? The world around you felt hazy and disorienting as you reached Iris, who was cradling Eddie's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. Joe, visibly shaken, repeated in disbelief, "Eddie, what did you do? What did you do?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as you locked eyes with the Reverse Flash, Eobard, the love of your life. Anger surged through your veins, a tempest of emotions ready to be unleashed. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to blame him for all of this.

Barry stood nearby, a mix of confusion and shock etched on his face. His voice trembled as he asked, barely able to catch his breath, "What's happening?"

"Cisco, help me," came Eobard's distorted voice, a sickening feeling spreading within you. Deep down, you already knew the truth, the devastating reality that was unfolding before your eyes.

Cisco's voice broke through the tension, his words heavy with realization. "Eddie is his ancestor. If Eddie dies, he'll never be born, and..." His voice trailed off as the weight of the situation settled in.

"He's being erased from the timeline," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. The man who professed his love to you was being wiped from existence. You looked at Eobard, a mixture of sadness and disbelief in your gaze.

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

Eobard locked eyes with you, tears glistening in your eyes as they spilled down your cheeks. The depth of his remorse was evident in his face. He desperately tried to reach out to you, but he was met your tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. The transformation on his face from Wells' features to the one you had fallen in love with only intensified your pain. "I'm so sorry."

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you collapsed to your knees, the sound of Iris screaming Eddie's name echoing in your ears.

Eddie was gone.

Eobard watched your trembling form, consumed by sobs, unable to face him, and something within him shattered. He had never wanted to inflict such heartache upon you. He realized he was the cause of your pain, your suffering. It was a burden he could never forgive himself for carrying.

Turning his gaze toward Barry, who was still in a state of shock, Eobard's eyes filled with a burning intensity. Barry would pay for this. He would pay for this irreparable pain that he had caused. Eobard vowed to find a way back, a path to end Barry's life and find a way back to you.

But for now, he would leave haunting parting words. "I've controlled your life for so long, Barry. How will you get along without me?"

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Your head throbbed with a pulsating ache, each beat echoing the chaos that had consumed your life. Nazis, doppelgängers, the unsettling sight of Kara and Oliver united in marriage on Earth-X, kryptonite arrows, the looming threat of neutron bombs... It was an overwhelming torrent of events that battered your senses relentlessly.

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

Amidst the chaos, Harry attempted to explain the mind-boggling vastness of the multiverse to Alex. His voice carried a weight of solemnity as he delved into the intricate web of parallel worlds and the existence of countless doppelgängers.

"There are 53 Karas out there, just as there are 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths," Harry explained, his words hanging in the air like an enigmatic puzzle waiting to be solved.

Weary and drained, you glanced up at Harry, and in that moment, your eyes met his. His comforting smile offered a flicker of comfort. He could see the fatigue etched on your face, the weariness that clung to you.

"The Thawne from our Earth is working with them," Barry said, frustrated.

Time froze, and your gaze locked onto Harry hoping that it was all a terrible misunderstanding.

No. He wouldn't... would he?

But deep down, a gnawing sense of dread whispered the truth to your heart.

You turned towards Harry, your eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. The weight of the revelation threatened to suffocate you as you heard Harry's voice. "Well, he's an idiot."

It was too much to bear, the betrayal cutting deep into your soul. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you rose from your seat. Harry instinctively moved to follow, concern etched on his face, but you shook your head, silently telling him you needed time alone.

You walked up the stairs, your footsteps heavy with the weight of confusion and frustration, until you reached the rooftop of Star Labs. The sprawling city lay below, its lights flickering like distant stars in the night sky.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

It felt like every twist and turn led to an even more twisted mess. And of all the things that could have happened, Eobard had gone and joined the freaking Nazis. Just when you thought Eobard wouldn't dare, he proved you wrong.

Leaning against the ledge, you let out a weary sigh, the sound mingling with the city's distant hum. The cool breeze caressed your face, offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed your thoughts. You knew that there was only one way to get answers.

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

Eobard sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and superiority. It was a familiar sensation, as if he were constantly surrounded by people who underestimated his intellect.

"It will, with a few adjustments and a significant power source," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of arrogance.

Overgirl stood beside him, radiating confidence and pride as she said, "My husband's on his way to handle that as we speak."

Eobard paused his tinkering with the prism, casting a quick glance at Overgirl. "Your husband has a choice to make," he warned, irritation creeping into his voice.

Overgirl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Me or the Reich?" she responded, her confidence unshaken.

"That's right," Eobard retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in his tone. He pointed a finger towards her, his frustration mounting. "Because we have two goals, and my worry is if we can't accomplish both, he's going to choose you," he emphasized, "over a second Earth flying under our banner."

Overgirl shook her head defiantly, her confidence unwavering. "Oliver will not abandon our mission," she declared firmly.

Oh please.

Eobard rolled his eyes, his irritation growing. "I've seen this before. In 1945, Hitler and his men were equally short-sighted," he retorted, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Hitler was driven by passion and childish need. Oliver," Overgirl's voice dripped with disgust, "is twice the man Hitler ever was."

I could just strangle her.

The sheer absurdity of the comparison made Eobard want to scoff. "Not when he's blinded by his love for you," he shot back, slamming his fist on the table in frustration.

A heavy silence filled the room as Overgirl finally realized the truth in Eobard's words. The weight of the situation settled upon her.

"If it comes to Oliver choosing between me and the Reich," she said, her voice determined and resolute, "I'll make sure he chooses the Fatherland."

Eobard couldn't help but roll his eyes again, finding her declaration somewhat delusional. "How?" he challenged, his tone skeptical.

"If it comes to it," Overgirl replied defiantly, her resolve unwavering, "by taking the choice out of his hands."

Eobard watched her as she left the room, grateful for the silence accompanied by her departure. However, the silence was short-lived, as his watch suddenly beeped frantically. With a frown etched on his face, he glanced down at it and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he harshly threw the prism onto the table and swiftly made his way out of the room, running towards Star Labs.

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

Intense pain throbbed through your head, causing you to instinctively clutch your temples. The searing agony made it difficult to focus, but a chilling voice cut through the haze, jolting you awake from your disoriented state. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—you were bound to a chair, trapped.

"Where am I?" you mustered the courage to ask, futilely struggling against your restraints.

The voice, dripping with malevolence, responded with a sinister laugh. "Don't concern yourself with your location, my dear. You're the bait in my grand scheme."

"Release me!" you screamed, desperation and fear coursing through your veins.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a forceful blow struck your face, silencing your pleas. The taste of blood tainted your mouth, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Glimpsing a shadowy figure ready to strike again, you braced yourself for the impending pain. However, in an instant, a rush of wind and a streak of lightning disrupted the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected savior.

"You've made a profoundly foolish choice," reverberated the distorted voice of the Reverse Flash, his presence commanding.

"Who... who are you?" your captor stuttered, consumed by fear.

"Death," the Reverse Flash declared with a chilling finality, before the dark room flashed with another streak of lightning. The room fell silent, and he approached you, delicately touching your injured face, causing you to wince in pain. As he surveyed your injured state, his gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and concern. Every line etched on his face betrayed the worry he felt within, the furrowed brows and clenched jaw giving away how he felt. Intense fury and worry coursed through Eobard's veins, the sight of you, bound and defenseless, ignited a burning anger within him.

"Did you... kill him?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of apprehension and relief.

Eobard scoffed in response, his annoyance palpable. "You could have lost your life, and you're concerned about his well-being?"

A defiant glare met his exasperated expression, silently demanding an answer.

With a resigned sigh, Eobard admitted, "No."

As you stood beside the motionless body of your captor, you realized something. No one had known where you were.

You turned to him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on your face. "How did you know I was here?"

Eobard's gaze drifted to the chain that held your ring, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. "How else could I know that you were safe?"

A mixture of incredulity and amusement washed over you. "Seriously? That's how you track me?"

He sighed, a tinge of annoyance still lingering. "Thank you, Eobard, for saving my life," he said, imitating you. "Oh, you're welcome, darling," he replied, feigning annoyance.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Eobard, for rescuing me. I love you, you dork."

His lips curled into a genuine smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I love you too."

^^^^

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It's interesting how slow time seems to move...

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

The rush of wind whipped against your face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that clung to your tongue. Panic tightened its grip around your heart as you peered downward, witnessing the ground drawing nearer with a terrifying certainty.

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

As the ground loomed closer, your fear erupted into a frenzied scream, a desperate plea for salvation. And then, in a bewildering instant, you felt a sudden jolt, a force wrapping around you, pulling you back the threat of the hard cement floor. The world snapped back into focus as you found yourself once again on the safety of the balcony, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eobard, stood before you, his cowl removed, a mixture of concern and confusion etched upon his face. A tremor of vulnerability ran through his touch as his finger grazed your cheek, his worry visible. But the proximity between you felt suffocating, and you pushed him away angrily.

"You're working with the freaking Nazis?" The words exploded from your lips, fueled by a righteous anger that surged within you. The accusation flew like venom, the incredulity in your voice reverberated through the air.

Eobard was left dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just happened. "Did you really just throw yourself off the roof to ask me that?" he incredulously questioned, his disbelief barely concealed.

"You're unbelievable," you felt anger surging through your body, your voice crescendoing with every word, "Unbelievable!"

Eobard's composure shattered, his own emotions surging forth in a torrent of words. "I'm unbelievable? Really?" he shot back, his voice rising in intensity. "I have given up everything for you, for our happiness," he declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "And you're unhappy?"

The dam of pent-up emotions burst forth as you both unleashed, the air crackling with the force of your heated exchange. "Bullshit, Eobard," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Everything you have ever done is for yourself. That's all you do—think about yourself!"

"I'm never the priority. I'm never enough for you," you cried out, the words raw. "I'm sick of sacrificing my own happiness, constantly playing second fiddle to your inability to confront your past and be with me in the present. It's time for you to man up and let go of this foolish fixation on Barry and time!"

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

"I'm sor-" Eobard tried to reach for your hand but you pushed him away.

"Sorry?" you spat, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm sick of hearing that. Every. Single. Time. I'm done, Eobard."

Panic seized Eobard's gaze, his eyes widening with disbelief as the weight of your words settled upon him. "What?" he uttered softly, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

"I'm done," you repeated, your voice breaking. With a swift motion, you tore the necklace from your neck, the ring glinting in the air before throwing it at him. "Get out."

His protests faltered as he met your gaze, your eyes brimming with a blend of sorrow, pain, and regret. In that moment, the reality of what he had caused sunk in, the shattered fragments of your heart that he had caused.

As tears cascaded down your cheeks, you quietly said again, “Get out,” but this time with a brokenness lacing your voice.

Eobard sighed, his resolve crumbling. He approached you one last time, pressing a bittersweet kiss upon your lips, a final farewell. There was a sudden noise coming from below. You recognized it as the emergency alarm. You glanced up at Eobard and saw that his eyes were filled with sadness.

"I have to go," he said softly, "Go hide. Stay safe."

And with a surge of speed, he vanished, leaving you behind, broken and alone. You wiped your tears away, knowing that you had bigger worries now.

As you came back down you saw men with masks and swastikas on their sleeves walking to the containment area of the lab. Further away you saw Iris and Felicity standing on the other side of the hall, worried. You looked back up, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, before making your way towards Iris and Felicity.

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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Hellooo beautiful people! I'm so sorry it took this long but I wrote a looooot more so hopefully it makes up for it??? Things are getting heated!!! Currently I do not have an ending set in stone so what do y'all think? Was it right on to throw Eobard this curveball? Should Harry make his move? I loveeee hearing feedback and I love all of you! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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MasterList 2.0

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4/19/24

This is the one that will be updated since the other post is full.

The Flash AU

Seeing Red (Thawne x OC)

Marvel AU

The Red Widow (Bucky x OC x Zemo x Magneto)

#masterlist #the flash #Reverse Flash #Marvel #Bucky Barnes #Magneto #x men #agents of shield #desired reality #dr fanfic

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Blue Streak Speeds By the Fastest Man Alive? (The Not Really Post-Credit, Post-Credit)

(Remember to read the previous entry)

In the wreckage of what used to be a city block, teetering on the very edge of full destruction, The Flash struggles to get to his feet, his injuries are vicious, but nothing he couldn’t eventually heal from. Not as though it matters to his opponent and archnemesis, Eobard Thawne AKA The Reverse Flash!

Reverse Flash: You look tired, Barry. I suggest you, LIE DOWN!!

Eobard laughs at his own joke as he furiously kicks the injured Barry over and over again before stomping on his back, pinning him to the ground. Their battle has been brutal, just as it has aby other time he’s shown up to ruin Barry’s life. Despite that, there’s a look of mad glee in his eyes, like he’s getting his taste of vengeance as though it was his first, making him as happy and practically as giddy as a kid in a candy store.

Flash: Y-you won’t get away with this Thawne…

Reverse Flash: Oh, but I already have, Barry. That and so much more!

Flash: Wha-what are you talking about…?

Reverse Flash: Remember that traumatic night when your mother died? What if I told you I caused an equally painful event in your life?

Flash: …N-no…y-you couldn’t have…

Reverse Flash: That’s right! It was me, Barry!! I-

And before the Reverse Flash could finish, he begins to hear something…something distant and yet getting clearer with every passing moment. It’s strange and annoying enough to distract Eobard from continuing his sinister speech.

Reverse Flash: Do you hear something? …What the hell is that?

???: Woo, woo, woo!! It’s juice and jam time!

Flash: Oh no…

The Flash’s eyes widen with despair as a familiar blue frame begins to jankily make its way towards them, catchphrases and all.

Sonic: Alright! I’m waaaaaiiiting! You’re too slow! You’re too slow! You’re too slow!!

As Sonic finally gets within spitting distance of the Flash and his nemesis, the little blue hedgehog begins making movements that could almost be considered as breakdancing, headspinning before flopping around the ground like he was doing the worm.

Amidst all this, the Reverse Flash raises an eyebrow.

Reverse Flash: Excuse me, little blue rat thing, we’re in the middle of something here. Could you come back another-

As if triggered by Eobard’s words Sonic jumps up and grabs him by the collar, pressing his cartoonishly big face up against the yellow-clad speedster’s.

Sonic: Sega does what Nintendon’t! WOOHOO!!

After pretty much screaming into Eobard’s ear, Sonic backflips off him and then runs a few laps around both Eobard and Barry at high speeds before zipping off into the distance until he’s completely out of sight.

Eobard stands there, confused and a little speechless as he takes in what he just witnessed, but tries his best to shake it off. After all, his hatred against Barry Allen was too strong to be distracted from for too long.

Reverse Flash: I…I don’t…what in the-...You know what? I’ll deal with that later…where was I again?

Flash: “It was me, Barry”?

Reverse Flash: Right, right. -Ahem- It was me, Barry!! I-

Once again Eobard is cut off by a noise in the distance, but it’s not the same as before. The voice is deeper and definitely more scratchy and gravelly than the little blue blur that just passed through here, as well as angrier and edgier to boot.

???: Grgh! Argh! Hyraah! This is who I am…

Reverse Flash: Come on, what now?!

This similar, yet darker figure soon comes close enough to be seen by the two speedsters. Another hedgehog, but black with red stripes along his collective quills. Of course this could be only Shadow the Hedgehog, but just like his blue counterpart, a weird and seemingly glitchy version of himself. He grunts and spouts quotes as he slowly skates backward toward the two foes. Eobard, begins to become increasingly more frustrated with every passing second.

Shadow: I am Shadow the Hedgehog, the Ultimate Life Form! Ha, yah! Where’s that DAMN fourth Chaos Emerald? Omph! Grah! I’ve caused so much destruction…

Reverse Flash: Okay, this is starting to get on my nerves, so I’m giving you one chance to get the hell out of my face before I go back and time and make sure your weird rodent parents never meet! I am not kidding-

Shadow holds up one glittery green Chaos Emerald which he seemingly pulled from out of nowhere before looking the Reverse Flash dead in the eye and interrupting him.

Shadow: Chaos Control!!

Stopping time for everyone but himself, Shadow begins randomly teleporting around the area, striking edgy poses before pulling out two AK-47s, also from seemingly nowhere, and shooting them wildly into the air like some sort of coked-up Yosemite Sam as the song “I Am…All of Me” by Crush 40 plays in the background, but where the music is even coming from isn’t clear.

Poor Eobard can only watch as this unfolds, but even if he could move, he’d still be stunned by this madness before him.

Soon Chaos Control is lifted and time begins to resume again, Shadow falls to his knees and punches the ground as if he lost something important.

Shadow: Damn, not here!

And with that, Shadow teleports away in the blink of an eye, the music dissipating with him.

Both Barry and Eobard stare at the spot where Shadow once was before looking at each other, neither able to speak a single word, yet both seemed like they were trying to find something to say. They both have an expression of pure bewilderment as anyone probably would after all that.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Hours later, the Flash and the Reverse Flash sit side by side atop a building in the middle of Central City, both their cowls are down. For a while, they sit in silence with this 1000-yard into blank space, deep in thought like they were both regretting all the life choices that led them to this very point. Ironically, this is probably the closest to a peaceful moment the two have ever had around each other. Calmly, the speedsters take a deep breath.

Flash: ...

Reverse Flash: …

Flash: …So…Are we ever going to talk about-

Reverse Flash: No, Barry, no we’re not…

Flash: Okay…

Reverse Flash: ………….Fucking hedgehogs.

THE END

#the flash #sonic the hedgehog #the reverse flash #fanfic #shitpost #shadow the hedgehog

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qq-is-dreamin · 10 months

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"Pinky Promises? ♡"

Pairing: gn! reader x leona kingscholar (established relationship)

Summary/Warnings/TWs: None; SFW scenario/oneshot with leona (also a reverse comfort fic?; ends on a sweet/happy note though) ♡

Notes: literally thought dumped and not rlly proofread, so beware of grammar errors and stuffs (again)! This fanfic assumes that reader is Yuu and that you and Leona are in an established relationship. Never wrote TWST characters before so I hope I didn't make them (Leona, Ruggie and Crewel) so OOC- It's a rather self-indulgent piece ngl so reader's mannerism or talking may be very specific?

(once again!! pls do not follow if you're a minor and I will also block if you're minor or ageless blogs; read more in my pinned post)

Brrring!

"Alright, well done, my puppies! That will be all for today's class. Don't forget what you've learned today and also remember to complete your assignments! All of you are dismissed!" A hint of a smile flashed on Professor Crewel's lips as he dismissed everyone.

Standing up, you stretched and yawned before turning on your phone (the one that Headmage Crowley had graciously gifted you) to check for any messages. You were expecting some messages from your favourite lion beastman (sorry Cheka /j) but before you can read the unread messages while on the way out of your alchemy classroom-Ruggie was waving and gesturing you animatedly to walk over to him. Curious to see him waiting outside of your class, you flashed him a questioning look and make a beeline to him.

"Hey, prefect! Since you're probably on your way to see Leona anyways, shyehehe," He said with a knowing and teasing glint in his eyes. "Mind passing these assignments to him when you see him later? He missed an entire day of lessons again! And Professor Trein is threatening to fail him if he doesn't start attending classes again." He sighed with his ears sort of flattened as he continues to speak. "I gotta rush for my part-time job and since you're like Leona's favourite herbivore, please persuade him to go to class tomorrow and also complete his assignments! I believe in you, prefect~" He grinned widely and thrust the pile of assignments into your hands. Before you could even say a word, he disappeared into the crowd of students who were leaving their classrooms. You sighed at the task given to you before resuming to check your unread messages -

My Lion King 🦁 : "Herbivore, you don't have anything after class right?"

My Lion King 🦁 : "Meet me at the botanical garden when you're done. See you later."

You couldn't help but smile and feel amused as you read Leona's text messages. Most people may think he's demanding to his partner after looking at his text messages. You know that's not the case. Though he does not show his affections outright to you in front of others, he shows his love and care in his own way- by being himself. His messages are actually indirectly telling you how much he wants to see you as soon as possible. And that he misses your presence. You pocketed your phone after sending a confirmation that you're coming and start making your way to the school's botanical garden to finally see your favourite lion.

Sure enough, there was your boyfriend was lying on his back in the shade of a tree, his usual favourite spot to peacefully rest away from other students. Though his eyes are closed and he appears to be snoozing, his (soft) ears are a dead giveaway. They're perked up and occasionally flicking, showing that he's long aware of your presence. Although he can't see your smile, you still smiled softly in his direction. Walking over and squatting down next to his resting self. You leaned down and kissed him gently on his forehead then said teasingly, "Good morning, your lionliness." Instantly feeling your kiss upon his forehead, his eyes fluttered open and yawned before giving you a charming smirk. "Took you long enough, herbivore." You then lowered yourself to sit next to him, crossing your legs and readying your legs to be his pillow. As expected, he took the opportunity to rest his head on your lap. You naturally began to comb through his hair with your fingers, feeling the soft strands between your fingertips and hands determined to detangle any knotted hair strands. His eyes were half-open, looking at you still heavy with sleep and he continues to lazily smirk at you. Momentarily, his gaze flicked towards the pile of papers but he ultimately settled on looking back at you and asked, "How's your classes?" As you shared what happened in your classes, he listened intently, occasionally making a sarcastic remark or two about the other first-years' antics. Your snorts and laughter at his comments made his tail swished. He enjoyed seeing you relaxed and laughing, and he was happy to be able to make you smile.

After sharing your day, you both fell into a comfortable silence. You continued to play with his hair, enjoying the feeling of the soft strands against your fingers. As you did so, you noticed that he was starting to doze off. Realising he is about to doze away, you decided to address your task. "Sooo, a little birdy told me that Professor Trein is not happy that you skipped for class today and also asked me to pass you your assignments for the day." You pointed to the stack of assignments. Hearing about that, he scoffed with his ears lowered slightly. "You mean a hyena, right?" One of his emerald eyes opened and stares at you rhetorically. You still nodded instinctively and he groaned in response before looking away and his tail starts to sway in annoyance.

"I know you've been working really hard with your Spelldrive practices and I've noticed that you've been attending your classes more often lately." You were not trying to appease him; it is the truth, Leona had been attending his classes more often, especially after you two had gotten together. Ruggie teased you both, saying that your goody shoes self have been a good influence on Leona and he was glad that Leona has a sweetheart around to "tame" him. This, of course, earned him an earful of (empty) threats from Leona like adding more to Ruggie's chores. Your hands continue to comb through his hair as you continue your words, "I'm actually proud of you. I know it hasn't been easy for you either." He puts in a lot of effort, but sometimes his thoughts get the best of him and he finds himself sleeping in his dorm or the botanical garden, where he can escape his thoughts.

As he heard your words, his tail's swaying slowed down and his ears perked up slightly as though in surprise, which you noticed and feel sad that not many have acknowledged his diligence. He remained silent, but he listened attentively to you, even though he was now facing away from you. You smiled gently and patted his ears, saying, "Like I said before and will always continue to remind you. I'm here for you just like you have been for me. I promise." His ears flicked and he felt his eyes watery before he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. "...Thanks for being here, herbivore. Fine. We'll see how it goes tomorrow." He mutters a response as he finally looks at you again. Your face lit up at his reply. "I don't know how much I can help with all these assignments, but I'll be there, cheering you on!" He responded with a rare soft and genuine look.

To lighten the mood, you quickly reached out with your right hand and hooked your pinky finger with his left. "I pinky promise to be there for you, no matter what! You're stuck with me for life and ever, Leona. Even if you're sick of me, it's too late to back away now." You said with a laugh, but your eyes have a determined and genuine look. He blinks at you owlishly, surprised at your bold promise. He glances at both of your hooked pinky fingers and then back at you. His lips unable to stop curling into his trademark charming smirk as he gruffly replied, "Oi, herbivore. You can't just pinky promise like this. It's supposed to be a two-way street, you know." He responded in a playful but serious tone, but did not make the effort at all to pull his pinky finger. He tightened his pinky finger in response to your assurance, but his heart was hammering in his chest. He tried to maintain his cool look, but he could tell that you could see right through him. Though he tried to be cynical and thinks that he's being naive, he couldn't help himself to be hopeful towards you and the future. In his heart, he silently made a promise to himself that he would be there for you just as you were there for him. He knew that he could count on you, and he wanted you to know that you could count on him too.

Ending notes: Thanks for reading my first twst fanfic/thought dump. This was supposed to be a lighthearted fic and I thought it would go something like this: reader was supposed to make a silly pinky promise like "you gotta promise to get me boba/something since I deal with sm Crowley's nonsense etc. /j" and Leona was gonna like gonna bicker (lightheartedly/affectionately) and pinky promised jokingly to "cancel out the promise" (mentally swearing that he will be there for the reader platonically or romantically ) with the reader, ending off on a sweet note. but as you can see- I do not plan my writing and just improvise as I go and it just becomes kinda heavy halfway through lolol.

I was inspired by a irl situation when I jokingly pinky promised my friend and said they owed me a lifetime supply of boba. They then caught me off guard and pinky promised back (to cancel out the promise ykwim).

For those who's been following me, I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much. University once again held me at a chokehold (and also I've been reading so much interactive fiction wips whenever I have free time-).

Just like always -- pls don't plagiarise, repost, or claim my writing as your own - instead i appreciate any likes, comments, reblogs or follows!! check out my other works if you like! I haven't wrote TWST fanfic until now but there's some Obey Me writings I did (Specifically for Mammon and & Satan).

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