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roses-r-rosie3 · 10 months

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Hiya there! ♡🦊

How are you doing?

I would like to request a gender neutral!reader x Wally West! (I read your pinned post but if things changed and you're now comfortable only with male reader I am absolutely up for it as well)

I am horribly in need of fluff, soft moments, etc. So, if you're willing to write something about reader and Wally moving in together, learning even more about each other woth that, wearing each other clothes to relax at home, etc. If that's something you're up for as well!

All in all thank you for what you already wrote, I am having a blast! And as an enby (who tries very hard to look more masc because nature was mean to me) it's really lovely to read things that are more aligned with me, than usual fem readers where reader is so hyper feminine that it makes me nearly dysphoric haha.

Take care and have a beautiful week ahead! ♡♡🦊🦊

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Wally West x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n 1: Hey anon! I’m seriously so glad that I could make you feel comfortable! This really means so much to me 😭❤️🫶

A/n 2: This request was also so genuinely fun to write😭

f/f = Favorite Food

Quote: “Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back”

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You and Wally have been talking about moving in with each other since the day you first started dating. You couldn’t help but imagine how fun it would be to live with Wally. He was sweet, caring, loving, funny, and goofy! Why wouldn’t you want to live with him!

But now that your dream was actually becoming a reality, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy. You and Wally had saved enough money for 5 years and finally found your dream home. The two of you had everything planned out, from what to your living room, kitchen, bedroom, backyard, and even your bathroom would look like!

You and Wally packed all your stuff and belongings into some boxes (with some help of both of your parents and friends of course) and packed it into the moving truck. You and Wally said your goodbye to your family and friends before going into your car and driving to the house.

The trip there was a blast. You and Wally played music in the car, practically screaming the lyrics to every song as you drove to your dream house. Both you and Wally had seen the house before, but seeing it together made the both of you speechless.

The both of you walked inside, exploring the house together. Yep, this is definitely where you wanted to spend your whole life with Wally. A few days later, the moving truck finally arrived. After everything was set up and complete, the place finally felt like home.

The first day you and Wally spent in the house, you both decided to cuddle together on the couch, eating some snacks while watching tv. Wally snuggled his head close to your chest, taking in your scent as a warm blanket covered the both of you. The two of you eventually fell asleep on the couch, in the middle of some random romcom.

When the two of you woke up, the popcorn bowl had somehow spilled all over the blanket and Wally’s hair. Wally was a bit whiny when he found the pieces of popcorn in his hair, but when you decide to eat the piece of popcorn from his hair, the two of you started laughing your asses off.

That day, while Wally was watching the tv, you decided to surprise him with a dinner date. The two of you ate the (f/f) that you had made, while laughing and talking about random stuff. This time, the two of you didn’t sleep on the couch, and actually slept in your shared bedroom for the first time.

The moment you and Wally changed into your pjs and went into bed together, and fell fast asleep. When the you woke up, you found Wally snuggling against your chest with his arms wrapped around your body. You were originally planning to make Wally breakfast in bed but with him lying on you like this, you didn’t know if you could even try!

You slowly tried to move but each time, Wally would pull you closer, his grip seeming to get tighter with each attempt. But when you finally got out of his grasps, he let out a whine.

“Y/n come back to bed and snuggle with me” Wally complained.

“Oh come on you big baby, I’m making you breakfast in bed” you laughed.

That seemed to shut Wally up, because he fell dead asleep, while hugging the pillow you were laying on. When you finally got done making breakfast, you set it on a tray (idk what to call it) and walked into your shared bedroom. When you opened the door you saw Wally sitting upright on the bed, seemingly to have waited for you to be done.

“Finally you came” Wally giggled.

“Did I not make the kings breakfast fast enough?” You teased.

“No you did not” Wally said jokingly as you set down the tray of food in front of him.

“Oh, then I guess I should leave while the king eats his food then…”

“No wait! Stay in here with me! I wanna talk to you while I eat” Wally whined.

“Fine, but just let me go get my plate” you smiled.

After you got your plate of breakfast, you quickly joined Wally in your bed. Wally immediately started to talk about some new movies that were about to come out as he shoved some food into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to laugh a hit at Wally’s energy. His bright smile, his gleaming eyes, his dimples… sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky.

When the two of you finished your breakfast, Wally even helped you clean up. You and Wally sat down on the couch, finishing up the tv show you were watching. Wally snuggled next to you once again while the two of you were watching. You ended up learning that Wally had a habit sniffing your clothes, to calm him down even more than he already was.

By the time the two of you finished your tv show, it was already lunch time! So you quickly decided to make some grilled cheese (if you don’t like grilled cheese just replace that with whatever you like). After the two of you were done eating, you decided to take a long nap, that lasted until dinner time.

For dinner, you and Wally decided to order some takeout. The two of you decided to take a quick little shower together while you waited for the food to arrive. After the two of you were done showering, you thought it would be funny if you and Wally could switch clothes.

When you mentioned it to Wally, he was immediately esthetic and said yes instantly. As soon as you put Wally’s shirt on, it felt like heaven. Not too long later, the takeout arrived and the two of you sat on the couch and immediately dug in while watching yet another movie.

“Wally” you said.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much, dating you was one of the best decisions of my life” you smiled.

“Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back” Wally smiled back cheekily before pulling you in for a kiss.

(AND YES THAT WAS A ROSÈ REFERENCE)

Live footage of the reader after Wally said that:

YEP THIS WAS THE MAN YOU WERE DEFINITELY MEANT TO BE WITH.

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killakalx · 4 months

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17+ content, ageless blogs dni

male manipulator 🤩, dumbification, brief choking, poorly proofread, author’s note at the end :)

fratboy!dick grayson, a man of many… talents. one of which, turning off that pretty head of yours. “you need a break,” he argues with a sly hand in your knee. “a detox, or a detour- whatever you wanna call it.” the charm is almost painful, yet it still scares you that this is what your girlfriends fall for; the guy that’s just looking out for you, regardless of how whorish he gets at those frat parties.

“I don’t need you to tell me that, grayson.” your hand swats and easily dismisses him, spiky because you’d rather die under your stress than succumb to the disease that is dick grayson. you’re absolutely positive you can see through the lousy attempts of looking at you as if he actually cares. he’s just another fratrat trying to get his dick wet, and your pride won’t allow it.

fratboy!dick grayson, who makes you lose your resolve with just a few favors and treats. interacting with every post, listening intently so he can get those notes you missed from tuesday, speaking in like a proper man whenever you pass by, all so he can fuck you like he’s doing you a favor.

fratboy!dick grayson goes so far he spoils you, pays for the more expensive take-out and pays for your nails every now and then, lets you catch rides so often that a few of his brothers call you his passenger princess- fucking hell, your pride’s out of the question at this point. at first, you decline and decline and decline, but in your slumps, you have to convince yourself it’s playing smart to pretend you’ve fallen victim.

fratboy!dick grayson, who’d catch you on a particularly rough spot in the semester. you’re stressed, snippy, and every type of frustrated, making his goal seem closer by the day. just a couple of well thought words and good points of how hard you work for yourself to sweet talk you into a hook up, and you hate yourself because it was fucking worth it. that mother fucker made you forget about all the assignments, the studying, the upcoming finales, everything except him and his cock twisting up your insides.

“you need this, don’t you?” he’d encourage out of an attempt to keep you from backing out, watching the way your eyes roll just from his hand down your panties. gentle circles around your clit make you gasp just before he delves deeper and he huffs, almost in disbelief at how wet you are. “you’re too pretty to be stressing as much as you do,” he’d mutter against warm skin, open mouthed kisses in place of hickeys he can’t litter across your collarbone until he’s got you too sex dazed to stop him from doing so.

fratboy!dick grayson, who still spoils you, spending generous time groping through your bra before sliding it off when you unclasp the back. knuckles deep inside of you and sucking at your tits as he massages the other, guiding your body closer to his while he murmurs through pleased hums at your sudden eagerness. because he’s doing this for you, remember? your pleasure is his, and he proves it by kissing between your tits and down your tummy until he reaches that sweet cunt he’d been so patient- no, so good to you for.

fratboy!dick grayson who guides your hands to a mess of black hair as he indulges himself, thumb replaced with his lips and tongue to slick up the bundle of nerves and sucking to elicit a startled moan. still deep inside of you, his fingers gain a certain intensity that has you bucking into his face and tugging on his hair until a little moan slips out against your heat.

“right there, yeah?” he checks in after a weak cry of his name falls from your lips, and he’s pleased to have finally abandoned the formality of grayson for the sliver of intimacy he gets from your breathy moans of oh my god- dick— so similar to the moans he’s drawn out of much easier women, but yours feels like a well earned award. “so fuckin’ wet already,” dick groans as he spreads you open, pussy lips already tainted with his saliva and he blows on your clit, just to make you flinch.

fratboy!dick grayson, who makes you cum on his fingers and tongue twice in quick succession before slipping them into his mouth, putting on a little show so you can really see the way his tongue worked those two blissful moments out of you. he gives a low suggestion that you should hav a taste, though the idea’s forgotten when the tip of his cock slots between your thighs.

“such a good girl, huh?” he taunts rather than praises, fucking you deep into the mattress with a firm but gentle hand around your neck to test the waters. your hand clings to his wrist as you whine, unintentionally communicating your need for a harder grip that he’s more than happy to apply. “smart girl just needed that pretty little head turned off for a bit- that’s all, isn’t it?” your legs tremble when you weakly nod, whining and babbling about how good he’s been to you.

“I know, baby,” he assures you when you cry for him again, lowering his head into the crook of your neck. “talk to me- what’s that empty head thinkin’ about now, huh?” dick asks, but coherent words have been lost between pathetic whimpers and loud keens as he sucks at your neck. if you were any ounce of sane right now, he’d have a black eye, but he’s doing you so much more than a favor. it’d be terribly rude to repay him in such a way.

fratboy!dick grayson’s had you cum on his cock at least once before he’s twisting body body around, seemingly forgetting to pull out as he lays you on your tummy and slinks your ass up into his pelvis. dick lingers at the sight- pretty arched back and two supple mounds of your flesh as your drool soils his pillows. by now, you’re so out of it that you feel he’s lingered a bit too long; instinctively, you sway and roll your hips back into him for stimulation. a long whistle follows a guttural groan before his hands fuck you back against his cock, rocking your ass up and down with lewd plaps of wet skin against his.

“feels good, dick-“ you slur into pillows like a used up slut, “‘s so good, fuckin’ me so deep- thank you, thank fuck…” sparkly nails—the same ones he’d bought you—claw at sheets as you go on, biting into your arm a little when he gets rougher.

“cum for me one more time, pretty thing,” he urges, ego dwelling from the pathetic and dumb babbling he’s fucked out of you. pulling your hair to force your arch impossibly deeper, he puts in more work for the last few thrusts, moaning with you as you clamp around his cock and scream into the sheets. “goddamn- can’t even hear me, can you?” distantly, you put together that he’s laughing at you as he fucks you through arguably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, and your cries become silent from euphoria.

fratboy!dick grayson, who sprays his cum all over your ass with a long curse, cock resting between your asscheeks with a few lazy thrusts as white dribbles from tip and leaks to the dip in your back.

fratboy!dick grayson, who leaves you hanging on to your consciousness by a thread as he flips you back over, holding your jaw and squishing your rosy cheeks for that humiliatingly cute and fucked out face he’s plastered onto you. “you still with me, right?” he grins at the weak whines you manage, “or did I fuck your brains out already?”

fratboy!dick grayson, who sneaks his phone out for a quick flick, taking after his best friend just to keep himself a souvenir in case you decide he’ll never get this lucky again. ❧

a/n ;; first off, thank you for reading, i hope it’s up to parr. second off, thank you SO much for 1k hello,?:!,!? that is a crazy ass number compared to my last blog. you all are so engaging and i appreciate all the love so much, so I thought i’d write something that’s a bit new (and longer lmao) but still very much in my realm of writing. fratboy!dick grayson lingers in the back of my mind 24/7, yall dont understand. i’m ranting but anyway, thank you again <333333

#peep the wally west mention at the end 😙#kisses for him as well #kali ;; dg #kali ;; wet dreamz #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fic #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing smut #dc smut #black!reader #dc x black!reader #dick grayson x black!reader

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dickgrayson-thenightwing · 9 months

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Dick: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one. Y/N: Erm… it’s nice to see your smile when you win! later Dick: They're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they. Wally west: Yeah, probably.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x oc #dick grayson incorrect quotes #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x oc #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #wally west #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x male reader

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lovelywritersgarden · 1 year

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GLITCHED

PAIRING: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Y/N L/N, codename 'Metis' has always been extremely intelligent. Because of this, she was immediately placed under the watchful eye of the big bad bat. She was recruited for a team of specialized teenagers a 'Young Justice' as their technical analyst, 'girl behind the chair' , or their 'Tech Support'- hilarious.

STATUS: In Progress

Young Justice: Season 1

Table of Contents

Chapter 00: Prologue

Chapter 01: Welcome to Happy Harbor

Chapter 02: Drop-Zone

Chapter 03: Schooled

Chapter 04: Infiltrator

Chapter 05: Denial

Chapter 06: Downtime

Chapter 07: Bereft

Chapter 08: Targets

Chapter 09: Terrors

Chapter 10: Homefront

Chapter 11: Alpha Male

Chapter 12: Revelation

Chapter 13: Humanity

Chapter 14: Failsafe

Chapter 15: Disordered

Chapter 16: Secrets

Chapter 17: Misplaced

Chapter 18: Coldhearted

Chapter 19: Image

Chapter 20: Agendas

Chapter 21: Insecurity

Chapter 22: Performance

Chapter 23: Usual Suspects

Chapter 24: Auld Acquaintances

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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you are ready to dive right into the first season of Young Justice! I love the 'girl behind the chair' idea and can't wait to make Y/N a part of it! I will be updating soon, keep your eyes peeled! <3 Thank you!

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 1 year

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Quickly | Bart Allen x reader

Rivals/enemies to lover (if you squint)

not requested

warnings: innuendos, cursing, that’s it. Not proof read

summary: training after a really bad mission.

You couldn’t believe Bart. He had the perfect opportunity to catch Slade but went too fast and slipped.

he went too fast.

You didn’t know what is was about him, but ever since you joined young justice, you couldn’t stand him.

he worked off of impulses. I mean you should have guessed that, it is his name.

He didn’t stick to the plan, and effectively ruined it.

even after a few days it bothered you, it was still ingrained into memory. It haunted you. It pissed you off.

HE pissed you off.

Red tornado had scheduled sparing training for the team today. You had hoped you would get paired with Anita or Kon.

But as Red called out your names, your heart sank. You looked over at Bart. He smirked and you wanted to die.

You went into the practice room and got into fighting positions. You prepared yourself for him to hit you at light speed and try to predict where he would appear next before he could land another punch.

As he ran up to you, you tried to shield yourself, but he punches landed on your middle sections. Knocking the wind out of you for a second.

you quickly recovered, successfully locating his next move and blocking his punch and striking him in the stomach and jaw. He landed on the floor.

You stood in victory. Glad to have won round one.

Bart snared as he got up. He wasn’t gonna lose again. He wasn’t gonna be what Wally said he was. And he knew just how to push your buttons.

“You know, you should have tried that move on Slade, maybe he wouldn’t have put you out of the running and you could have stopped him before I had to fix your mess.” He said with a shit eating grin.

“My mess? You mean your mess.” You shot back. “You slipped and let him get away.”

“You could have gotten him on the mission before that. But is it only when I mess up that it’s wrong?” Impulse yelled back.

“he knocked me out last time!” You yelled

“Then you weren’t quick enough!” Bart yelled as he got into his fighting position again.

“You ditched the plan, you slipped, and the criminal got away!” You yelled as you charged him.

he dodged your attack, speeding up and hitting you in the legs, knocking you off balance.

”I saw an opportunity and I took it! Is that so hard to understand?” Bart screamed as he knocked you over again.

You tried to charge him again, but quickly zoomed away to the other side of the room. You ran again but he was father again. You grumbled in frustration.

“What am I too fast for you?” He asked with a smirk.

“Too fast to play fair.” You snap as you get into a ready position for round three

“Oh you want fair? Fine have it your way. I’ll slow down for you.” He laughed.

“No don’t slow down, I’ll finish you off.” You said as you grounded you feet.

“that a threat or a promise?” He asked with a smirk.

“both asshole.” You snap. He runs forward and you two collide.

he pushes against your frame trying to knock you over with his sheer strength.

“Don’t worry, I’ll finish this quickly.” He smiles as he pushes against you harder.

“bet that’s not the only thing you finish quickly.” You shot back, smiling when his grin dropped.

he ran back and lean forward at super speed trying to hit you with everything he’s got.

You block his punches and manage to get a few in before you advance forward and knock him over, not before he grabs you by the waist and drags you down with him.

you land on top of him, both breathing to heavy to say a thing. You pull back and look into his eyes to find his golden eyes already staring back.

You becoming hyper aware of how close your chest is to his. How your breathing becomes synched and how your body fit perfectly on top of his.

“Well,” Bart starts staring into your eyes with his clouded with someone you hadn’t seen before. “You got me on my back, now what?” He asked. His face was soft, almost innocent like. Almost.

you lean into closer to his face as his breathing hitched. His puffy hair falling around his head like a halo. His eyes falling soft as he gazed up into yours, as if he was mesmerized.

you lean close to his ear as he eyes fell closed “I’ll finish this quickly.” You whispered back.

He had no time to register what you said, not after you landed a punch square in his face,knocking him out cold.

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requests are open!

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eternityofend · 2 months

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WALLY WEST

{KID FLASH, CENTRAL CITY WALLY WEST AU.}

It wasn't possible to keep up with a speedster's speed, that was the reason why they were called speedsters anyway, simply because they were the fastest man alive.

It shouldn't have been possible at all, until you came along, a normal civilian who Wally had saved, sure, he didn't go full speed but even handling half speed of a speedster was a feat as impressive as keeping up with a Peregrine Falcon's speed.

Link: Wally West.

Please be aware he may be OOC in certain messages, however I tried my best to make him in character for the best experience possible.

If any problems persist, that's the bot/janitor ai's bot. The gender isn't specified too.

#reader #gender neutral reader #female reader #male reader #x reader #dc comics #dc x reader #Wally west #kid flash #wally west x reader #kid flash x reader #janitor ai #janitor ai bot #bot

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smilocity · 3 months

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Author’s List of Writing

Characters I write about (including games, animes, shows, etc)

I write for only x female readers (Sorry in advance!)

COD

COD—Ghosts

David "Hesh" Walker

Logan Walker

Keegan P. Russ

Captain Commander Thomas Merrick

Kick

MWI—MWIII (Old and new)

John "Soap" Mactavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Captain John Price

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Alex "Echo 3-1" Keller

Haikyuu

Karasuno High (Everyone except Ukai and Takeda, Kiyoko and Yachi)

Aoba Johsai

Nekoma High

Inarizaki High

Shiratorizawa

Fukurōsani Academy

Kamomedai High

(I won’t write for EVERY character of these schools. There are many characters so I will be accepting them as long as I’m okay with it.)

One Piece

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Monkey D. Luffy

Sabo

Portgas D. Ace

Marco

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Usopp

The Disastrous Life of Saiki. K

Saiki Kusuo

Kaido Shun

Kineshi Hairo

Kuboyasu Aren

Kuroko no Basket

Kuroko Tetsuya

Kagami Taiga

Kise Ryota

Midorima Shintaro

Aomine Daiki

Murasakibara Atsuhi

Akashi Seijuro

Kasamatsu Yukio

Hyuga Junpei

Izuki Shun

Takao Kazunari

Himuro Tatsuya

Hayama Kotaro

Ninjago

(I will not be writing about Lloyd since I don’t think he’s of "age" because of the whole aging potion thing.)

Cole Brookstone

Kai Smith

Jay Walker

Zane Julien

(I may just write head cannons of funny Drabbles.)

Young Justice

Robin Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Connor Kent — Superboy

Wally West — Kid Flash

Red Arrow Arsenal — ( (1st Clone) Roy Harper)

Red Robin - Tim Drake

(2nd) Robin Red Hood — Jason Todd

LEGO Monkie Kid

Sun Wukong

Six-Eared Macaque

Nezha

(I know, I know…I’m all over the place…Trust me…I just got into 9-1-1…)

Any "weird/disturbing" asks will be deleted and you will be blocked!

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astro-kitty-launch · 1 year

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Chances Not Taken

[Wally West x Reader x Dick Grayson]

Chapter 1: Today's the Day

Summary: “Her last sight was Darkseid's massive hands wrapped around Nightwing’s throat as he attempted to choke the life out of her best friend. The God of Evil laughed menacingly, saying that if his father was no match, then he’d be nothing.” "All she could think about is the fact, she broke her promise to Wally West." What if she got a second chance? A chance to relive some of the most pivotal years of her life. To take all the chances that she failed to take the first time. To live the same life but take a different path. To see a whole new side of events that she thought she knew well. Well, she had been given that second chance alright, but not without a cost and a few minor setbacks. Chapter Summary: Dreams either waking or sleeping are not what they always seem to be. Sometimes our dreams are close to becoming a reality. Other times dreams fail to make any sense. ----------------------

TOWER OF FATE

SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS

July 4, 11:00 ET

Jolting up, Sianna woke to the blaring sound of her alarm clock going off over and over. Her throat felt like sandpaper. Her throat was tight as a strangled sob escaped her lips. Her breaths were rapid and shallow, as if all the oxygen in the room had been sucked out.

Sianna’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as if it could cleave itself out of her body. As she slammed her eyes closed as another hand clawed at her chest. As her body quaked with rage, where had it come from? She felt like she’d never breathe again as she choked on nothing but her saliva.

Nothing made a shred of sense, not even this dark looming pit of dread that was everywhere, anywhere, and nowhere all at once. As though something was happening? Or did it already happen? What is it? What was it? What was the source of this panic?

Higher beings, this needed to stop.

She needed to stop.

She needed to breathe.

She needed to calm down.

Sianna forced her eyes open as her mind raced. She took a look at what was in front of her. Reminding herself that she was in her bedroom. She was in her room. Her room. Then she spotted the proof in her Green Lantern poster crisply taped to the wall.

A few feet away, her Charmander plush was carelessly on the floor, lying face first. Spine up near her feet, was her copy of Jane Eyre. All these items proved she was in her bedroom at the Tower of Fate.

Next, three things Sianna could hear. Her alarm clock was still blaring in a frenzy. The sound of her own ragged breath was gradually becoming less ragged. Forcing her shaking hands to move to make the final sound by clapping her hands together.

Sianna kicked her feet up sending her royal blue constellation blankets flying off of her sweaty body. Stretching her arm out to slam the off button on her damn alarm. Her breathing was labored but studied. The shaking was now at a slight tremble. Her racing heart was winding down as she sucked in a deep breath.

Grounded once more, Sienna's mind was frazzled but far steadier than before. She reminded herself that she had just woken up. She had woken up from a dream - no nightmare, that still flashed through her mind.

There were two solid fragments of that nightmare one that she recalled was: Should you be uncertain, have faith. The second was that brief moment where everything was so bright it was blinding. Her lips dipped downward as her hand clutched her chest, as the raw sorrow still held her like a noose.

Yet Sianna couldn’t quite understand why she felt this way.

Or why it dragged up such an outburst from her?

It must have just been a dream where her subconscious drew on her frazzled nerves of the day before. Nothing more. Gramps would disagree with her, arguing that dreams held more meaning for some homomagi.

Another subject they disagreed on was faith or belief in something more when all was lost was important. To her, it was nothing more than ridiculous nonsense. Nonsense that people clung onto when backed into a corner to bring them a false sense of security.

Grimacing, she wondered if her alarm had glitched because she swore that she had turned it off last night. Or maybe it was a false memory, and she hadn’t turned off the alarm the night before. Sianna sat upright in her bed for a few moments steadying her mind and body.

Releasing a small yawn, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Slipping out of her bed, Sianna stumbled into the bathroom, going through her usual morning routine. Exiting her bathroom, then her bedroom, she was finally ready for the day.

Descending the labyrinth of staircases, it always astounded her how bizarre the tower was with its love of staircases. Staircases were coming from the ceiling, left, right, and ground, and all of them were woven together like an intricate tetris puzzle. Her grandfather said it acted as both a security measure and a manifestation of order.

Sianna glanced down at her phone, seeing the thirty-odd unanswered texts waiting to be read. Sianna stuffed her phone back into her pocket. If anything she was sure more than half the texts were from a certain annoying loudmouth. Hooking a right onto the next set of stairs she finally reached the kitchen door and slowly opened it.

A blast of the warm air fanned her face as she got a whiff of the cinnamon, and the sweet scent of vanilla that made Sianna’s lips curle in a fond smile. The room was nice and welcoming, free of the normal, sterile, coldness of the tower. There, manning the gas stove, dressed in a finely pressed suit, stood Kent Nelson. Over his usual clothes was a navy blue apron printed with teddy bears.

“Good morning. Gramps.” Sianna smiled warmly at the sight of her adopted grandfather. It would most likely make anyone else laugh to see the former Doctor Fate acting like a doting grandfather, but to her, it was an integral part of home. As there was no home for Sianna without her Grandfather in it.

“Morning kiddo, you're in luck, an hour more, and you wouldn’t be able to say good morning.” He chuckled.

“ Take a seat.” Grandpa Kent gestured with his free hand towards the table that was set for two, a pitcher of orange juice and milk on either side of the flower-filled vase.

Glancing back at her grandfather, seeing he’s already turned back to the stove, she approached. Reaching to take a hold of the sponge in the sink, only to get the back of her hand lightly whacked. She pouted at the elderly man, dramatically clutching her affronted hand.

“I am sixteen, you know. You don’t have to cook for me. At least let me help.” Sianna voiced her protest as she puffed her cheeks out in a rare display of childishness, a fact she seemed to realise since she scowled right after

“Ha, let this old coot cook for his granddaughter.” The elderly man waved her off once more as his eyes gleamed with silent stubbornness.

“ Okay. Thanks, Gramps.” Sianna heaved a sigh knowing just how stubborn the man could be. Taking a seat, she absently began drumming her hands against the table. Staring blankly at the wallpaper that had once been in style decades ago. Those words still echoing in her brain like a mantra: Should you be uncertain, have faith.

“ So, did you rest well?” Her grandfather inquired, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“I guess,” Pausing momentarily, “Though oddly enough, my alarm went off when I recall turning it off.” She answered, not quite in the mood to discuss that dream.

Not wanting to hear a spiel about dream magic which Sianna firmly believed was a total load. Even if he didn’t move his gaze from the stove, she knew that he knew that, a fact she both hated and loved

“ Is that so? perhaps it was fate.” Her grandfather joked, causing her brows to furrow. Oftentimes when Kent referred to fate, he was referring to Nabu. She highly doubted that Nabu gave a flying fuck when she woke up. Plus, how’d he even manage to set it up from the top of the tower?

“Right, The Lords of order finally decided it was high time to magically gift Nabu a sense of humor. So the first stunt he pulls is messing with my alarm clock. Woo.!” She scoffed, waving her hands sarcastically.

“ I had a dream or a vivid memory of Inza. On that night she confronted me. Leading me to a crossroad on whether to give up Nabu and live or you live Doctor Fate.” Kent, undeterred by her response, continued by presenting his dream.

“Ha, you mean when she grilled you and then ripped Nabu a new one.” Sianna chortled fondly, knowing the story by heart. She always wondered what it would be like to meet the woman described as a force of nature, she thinks they would've gotten along.

“Is that how people phrase it nowadays.” Her grandfather snorted as he poured the batter into the pan to start on the next pancake.

Then again, maybe sharing her dream would somehow help chase away this lingering ache in her chest. Except what could she say, knowing her grandfather, he’d take her seriously. And Sianna wasn’t ready to have a serious discussion about her dreams, in fact, she preferred to forget about them completely. So she decided to keep her mouth shut. It was just a dream playing on her anxiety.

“Your favorite. Cinnamon swirl pancakes. Since today’s the day.” In one fluid motion, a stack of three cinnamon swirl pancakes was placed on the plate in front of her. More accurately, it was a marriage between pancakes and cinnamon rolls. A fluffy, buttery pancake stuffed with a cinnamon-sugar filling.

“Oh yeah, today’s the day.” Sianna cheered weakly and chewed her lower lip, yet, another thing she forgot to do was tell her grandfather the news.

Averting her gaze to the food before her, she should have known he wouldn’t have forgotten. Guilt washed over her as it dawned on her that all these preparations. Her favorite breakfast. It was all to celebrate the significance of today. He did it for her.

“You don’t sound thrilled, Sianna.” Kent soon settled on the other side of the table with his classic blueberry pancakes.

“It’s not that I’m not excited… it’s just-I’m just…” She broke off as she frantically tried to figure out how to break the nerve-wrecking news.

He’d deflate with disappointment and then get that look she hated, the same look she got when she got in trouble at school and got kicked out of school. How could she explain that sheer dread that plagued her mind at the concept of her among four other sidekicks being shown the inner sanctum of the Justice League was . That she couldn’t bring herself to cross that bridge.

Sianna liked where she currently was and was fully adjusted to being Zatara’s sidekick. That she was in no rush to join the league despite wanting to one day join their ranks. She expected that to happen when she was older. How could she tell any of them when they were all excited? They wouldn’t understand. To them, her thinking would be backward and complacent.

And maybe it was, but Sianna wouldn’t believe they’d allow them to join the League based on their age alone. Considering the social outcry that would occur given the history of social outcry from taking them on as sidekicks. It would be social suicide. The League wouldn’t risk that, no matter how skilled they were.

“ Kid, today I have one assignment for you: Don’t hesitate. Just go for it.” Her grandfather's eyes softened as he jabbed a finger in her direction to empathize the goal he was giving her.

Sianna furrowed her bows at his phrasing before merely nodding at a loss for words. What could she even hesitate about? When they were just walking around JL HQ. A small voice in her head nagged at her just to tell him. To stop hesitating. Taking a few more bites as she turned it over and over in her head. Trying to untangle what he meant by don’t hesitate. Did he want her to believe this was actually happening?

“Umm, Grandpa, I have something to tell you.” Finishing her breakfast, Sianna moved her gaze to meet those sky blue eyes as her fingers fidgeted with a strand of her wavy hair.

“I am not going. A few days ago, Zatara got information about an evil sorcerer plot that he needed to investigate, so he isn’t taking me. I'm sorry I know you were excited and made breakfast… and…” She blurted out, her mind racing as her face burned with shame.

“Oh, I knew that. Which is why I asked Batman and Robin to help. They are coming here to pick you up. Don’t worry, Sianna, you’ll still get to go.” Her grandfather assured as his crow's feet crinkled, becoming more defined as his eyes glimmered with mirth.

“They’re coming to what?!” She blurted out before her mind could finally catch up. Blinking her eyes rapidly before they widened completely gobsmacked.

“But Zatara said… I said it was okay. Plus, there will be other times.” Sianna blurted out, abruptly jumping to her feet astounded at the idea that she was actually going. She was going?!

As her grandfather's magic caught her chair before it hit the ground. Honestly, she’d been relieved when Zatara told her that he couldn’t take her. Last night she had imagined all the ways to break the news to Kent.

She had imagined that he’d be upset, not that he’d be unruffled by the news. The gears in her head slowly turned. Sianna had turned the alarm clock off with the intention to “accidentally” sleep in and miss everything. He must have been the one to turn it on.

“How did you find out? Why?” She demanded, thunderstruck at the blatant meddling on her grandfather's part.

“Zatara told me, Kid. Did you really think I’d let this chance slip away for you? I want you to go. I know that you're nervous, but you’ll gain so much by going.” Kent sighed as though he had already foreseen her trying something like this.

“But..but I can’t go.” Sianna sputtered helplessly knowing there was no way of getting out of this. What could she possibly gain from this?! She didn’t see a point in going to the Hall; it wasn't like they were being inducted as members of the League. Couldn’t it wait until she was actually becoming a member of the League.

“Yes you can Kid. I believe in you, and if everything goes wrong, we’ll go to Clair’s to celebrate you trying. Go for this old man and yourself.” The elderly man offered a pleading look flashed in his eyes.

Glancing away, Sianna heaved a huge sigh, “Fine. I’ll go.” Knowing her grandfather had done this for her.

She decided to go against every instinct that told her that this wasn’t a good idea. Something about this whole tour around the hall didn’t make sense, other than Roy now that he was an adult. There would be no backlash from the people if he joined.

Sianna stood up, reaching out for her empty plate to clean it, when a golden light enveloped it. Soon the kitchen sink came to life, washing and drying dishes with the power of her grandfather’s magic.

“I had that Gramps,” Sianna grumbled softly, crossing her arms for a moment before letting them drop. Just as a loud chime resounded throughout the tower.

“ Sure you did, Kid. They’re here.” Kent waved her off, seeming to anticipate her every move before she even made them. Heaving another fond sigh, she let it go knowing even at the withered age of hundred and six her Grandfather was a force. One she couldn’t hope to subdue.

“Thanks. I’ll see you afterwards, Gramps, and I promise to try and to also not hesitate. I’ll cook you your favorite dinner when I get back.” Sianna stated sternly before giving her guardian a tight hug.

“ Of course, Kid. Now go out there to be a hero. Go out and be Rowena. Try befriending one of those sidekicks.” Kent chuckled, returning the tight hug with as much strength as his old bones had in them. Patting her head gently, she slowly let go, as she was approaching the door, she turned around once more.

“Don’t try to pick up anything heavy while I am gone. Since I won’t be here to save you.” Sianna hollered, flashing a toothy grin before running out the door as the hall echoed with her Grandfather’s laugh.

Going despite her misgivings and that she liked where she was. Even with her suspicions. Sianna wanted to be recognized as a member of the Justice League. Most of all, she wanted to be a hero. Maybe she was wrong, and her Grandfather was right, that this was a chance for something more. With a simple spell, she changed her civilian clothes to her hero costume.

Sianna Nelson had now become The Sorceress Hero Rowena.

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Sianna P.O.V.

WASHINGTON, D.C.

July 4, 13:30 EDT

Here’s the thing about plans: something always goes wrong. Which made Rowena wonder why the hell anyone made plans if things didn't go as planned. She had planned to skip this whole tour of the Justice League headquarters. Only to be strong-armed into it by her grandfather and Dick.

Now, here she was in front of a man-made body of water where a star-shaped platform floated in the center. On the other side was the towering dome building that could only be located in Washington D.C. The Hall of Justice, in all its magnificent, awe filled glory. It was far more pristine than any photo on the internet.

And deep in her gut, Sianna knew something was wrong and that this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Why did things need to change? They were fine as they were now. Free of any potential rejection of being told they wouldn’t be joining the league.

Tuning out Batman, her eyes wandered around their surroundings. The white cobbled pavement was too white the trees were too perfect. Not a cloud in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly. The heat was there, but not so hot to the point where she was dying. It was the perfect weather to be out grilling for the fourth of July. It was just right.

Then out of the corner of her peripherals, she saw a tall, muscular figure. It must be Batman. But when had the Dark Knight walked over there? Moving to catch up, her body stilled at seeing an odd dark blue bird emblem. That wasn’t Batman!

Time stilled as chills ran up and down on her back, eyes widening at the sight before her. Her body moved forward before her mind could process what it was doing. Her hands were stretched out and shaking with sheer joy as she wondered how? Wasn’t he dead? He’s alive!

Sianna then froze in confusion as her thoughts came to a screeching halt. Who is that? Where had she seen that sleek black hair before? Hair that she knew for a fact was soft as butter. Blinking rapidly but this imposing figure remained unmoved as though he was rooted to that spot. Why does she even care? Why wouldn’t he be alive?

Suddenly she was filled with this need, this wish to go back. But go back where? Sianna had to change something, she just had to change something, anything. Why had she made it? Gaze glued to the mystery man with a pair of escrimas secured on his back.

Hoping maybe they held the answers.

Just as she was to take a closer look at the stranger's face.

Then a hand shaked her shoulder gently, causing her to glance away.

“Hey Ro! Why so quiet? Nervous?” Robin's voice and the hand gently squeezing her shoulder had snapped her out of her trance.

“What? Oh, uh,, no, I… I'm fine…. I thought…I just...” Just as she was going to mention the figure, lifting her finger to point him out.

But when Sianna glanced that way she saw he was gone, as though he had never existed. And for some odd reason, her heart clenched painfully. But that man had just been there. Now it was just her and Robin. Batman had disappeared, he had probably gone off to take care of some responsibilities.

“Ro? Hey, why are you crying?” Robin startled her as a gloved hand gently rubbed away the tear on her chin. She was crying? Her hand shot up as a shuddering breath escaped her lips trying to confirm for herself, briefly forgetting about her mask. To feel for herself and she was…crying. Higher beings, just what was even going on? And now Rowena had a concerned best friend on her hands.

“ Oh, you brought a camera.” Rowena blurted out unintelligently, pointing at it as it hung off his wrist by a strap, hoping to avoid an interrogation of some kind. Well, if he were to interrogate her, she was pretty sure the reaction to her saying; ‘Yeah I am crying over this guy in black spandex that I hallucinated out of thin air.’ would be just great.

Needing to get the excess energy out of her system she started fidgeting with her black gloves, systematically pulling at each finger before pulling it back down. Sucking a slow breath in the hopes to center herself. After all, they weren’t fighting villains or engaging in any dangerous activities.

Grateful that the mask she wore to conceal her identity covered the majority of her face. Only her nose and mouth were visible, making it difficult for a foe to make out the expressions she made. Though Rowena doubted it prevented Robin from reading her expressions.

Even if her mask hadn’t concealed that much of her face, the glamor she was required to cast when she was Rowena was more than enough. Though it didn’t hide her per se, more like messed with the visual perception of those who looked at her.

“So, do you remember what we discussed?” Robin prompted, completely focused on her, and his eagerness just flowed off him. Her mouth dried up as she did know what he was referring to. It was a conversation they had privately in the days leading up to this day. It was part of the reason she didn’t want to be there.

“That you’ve finally accepted that Batman runs around saving people in underwear?” Rowena flashed a cat-like smile causing Robin to groan loudly. As she hoped that he would just drop it.

Robin shot her a glare that carried no real heat as Robin shakes his head fondly,“ No, Ro, and nice try, but I am not going down this rabbit hole with you.”

“ But it has cookies.” Rowena huffed, sporting a small pout, sensing that this was a losing battle.

“You know about promising to try and get along with Kid Flash. You know, be friends.” The Boy Wonder reminded her as if she could forget. Except for a brief moment, she forgot the others were coming and would be here soon. Running would have been ideal for Rowena if she knew running away wouldn’t have caused a huge problem.

Robin just couldn’t seem to accept how things were between them. What did he expect from her? The Loud Mouth was really, really, chatty. He constantly acted without thinking, never took anything seriously, and always ran ahead. Which grated her nerves and stressed her out to no end. He also loved, loved, loved to scientifically explain magic away.

Them being friends was laughable.

“ I see no problem in our interactions. Nor have I agreed to anything.” Rowena sighed, crossing her arms as her lips curled into a stubborn frown.

“ Pretending the other doesn’t exist and only talking when someone is trying to kill us is not getting along.” Robin insisted, much to her displeasure, biting down the retort of ‘Speak for yourself.’. In her eyes, maintaining her distance kept the peace of the group.

“We’re keeping it professional.” She insisted back, determined not to have her mind changed.

“I still don’t get it. You guys weren’t like this when you first met. What happened?” Robin asked again, causing her to groan. It wasn’t like they were best buddies or on good terms in the year of knowing each other.

When she first met Kid Flash, he was the guy disrupting her life. Managing to charm Robin into being his bestie. Loathsome as it was, she was jealous that everyone seemed to be pulled in by his sunny charisma. How anyone could be so bright was beyond her. She hated the feeling of jealousy, most of all, how it made her feel more alone.

Rowena began absently rocking back and forth on her feet, trying to think of a way to end this conversation.

“ Look, Robin. Sometimes stuff happens, and people realize there’s no way they could ever get along. And that's how it is between me and Kid Mouth.” She attempted to reason with him. Except Robin shook his head in disagreement as if it wasn’t good enough for him.

“That’s not true, Ro. Try to give him a chance you might be surprised by what you discover. Please, for me.” Robin pleaded, managing to tug her heartstrings as she clamped her mouth shut. Higher beings, it was hard. Hard to say no when she knew the sort of disappointment that would follow. She dreaded it.

“ Come on, Ro, it’s ….” Just as Robin was to continue, she blurted out, “ I bet The Flashes will be here last!”

“Ha, that’s way too easy and too predictable considering their track record.” Robin snorted fondly as his shoulders slouched. Just a little more.

“ Okay, then we bet on Aqualad and Speedy” Rowena gestured, flashing two fingers out. Just a little more. Just one last push. And just maybe it would work.

“ I bet my limited edition Xbox that Speedy will get here first.” He chimed in, as a cocky grin spread across his lips. Just like that, the weight on her shoulders melted away as relief came crashing down. Rowena wondered what had brought on this need to push her and the Loud mouth to be friends.

“I say Aqualad will be here first as there’s no traffic in the ocean. And I bet it on my stash of limited edition Ichiran Ramen!” Chirped the sorceress as she puffed her chest out, placing her hands on her hips. There was no way she was going to lose her precious instant ramen.

“ Oh, yeah! We’re finally not the last ones here!” Suddenly they were blasted by a spontaneous gust of wind as a boisterous voice cheered.

“ How!? You’re always late!” Both Robin and Rowena shouted in tandem at the sight of the speedster. Her eyes were wide, having not fully prepared herself for the hurricane that was Kid Flash.

There he stood, clad in his signature yellow and red anti friction uniform. He was smiling so brightly she swore she’d gone blind. Well, at least if Rowena was blind, she wouldn’t have to look at him. Those vibrant emerald pools exuded enough excitement and eagerness to power a whole city.

Well, now all there was left was Aqualad and Spee….then it dawned on her, Kid Flash had arrived here before them. Meaning…

“Thank higher beings my ramen is safe!” Rowena crowed happily, rubbing her hands together and bouncing slightly in place. Her treasure was safe!

“ Huh, well, I guess the bets are off.” Robin chortled as Rowena continued her version of a happy dance.

“ Rob, what’s going on?” Kid Flash raised a brow cocking his head to the side, his foot bouncing rapidly in place.

Rowena tuned out as Robin went on to explain their bet on Aqualad and Speedy. How the bet on who’d arrive first and what each of them had put up. She took the time to watch as Flash had gone over to Batman, who had magically reappeared out of thin air.

Flash frowned at Batman as they discussed something in hushed whispers. Whatever it was, it was clear from the way the speedster jabbed his finger pointedly at Batman he wasn’t pleased. Shouldn’t Flash be proud and happy that his sidekick was receiving this opportunity?

“ Dude, that's great! I like ramen too! Well, there is this great place in Central. What’s your favorite topping?” Kid Flash grinned as he flashed forward. She flinched back at how little distance they had from one another. Their noses were practically touching as she took a huge step back.

Higher beings, she hated when he did that. It was as if a car was speeding right at you with no time to move out of the way. You expect it to hit you, but in her case, it didn’t hit. That didn’t erase how it made her heart stop every time. But what was more bizarre was how his excitement was directed at her, of all people.

Like clockwork, Rowena stepped back a few paces, mouthing silently at Robin, ‘What the fuck did you do!’. Because it had taken a lot of work to create distance between her and Kid Flash. Soon leaning towards Robin cupping a hand over the side of her mouth as she hissed, “Is he possessed? He's talking to me.”

“ You do know I can hear you, right? And no, I am not possessed. So favorite topping?” Kid Flash piped up with a grin as Rowena silently stared at him. Frowning, she opened and closed her mouth like a fish, completely foxed by the turn of events. There was no way this shift in demeanor miraculously happened on its own.

Robin butted in, answering for her, “I like kimchi, but Ro here prefers pork belly and scallions.” Rowena’s brow twisted as her stomach clenched with a queasy feeling. She was not comfortable with this at all.

“ Hey, I like pork belly too!” The ginger beamed brightly at her. At Her! Of all people, and she wanted it to stop. Cause she knew what he really thought of her, there was no need for any of this.

“ We’ll have to get some when we have free time.” Kid Flash added good-naturedly as though they were friends or something. What did Robin do?! Why is he inviting her? Is it a trap to make her listen to how magic is fake, again? Or maybe he was going to forget his wallet at home and make her pay?

Then Kid Flash closed the distance again at speeds her mind couldn’t register, causing her shoulders to lock up. It was then that Rowena had enough deciding Robin could come get her when the others joined them. Rowena retreated to the other side of the park.

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Robin’s P.O.V

After Ro ran off, Robin turned to catch Kid Flash's shoulders slumping in defeat. Feeling a sharp jolt through his chest, he reached out and gently squeezed the older teens shoulder.

Robin hadn't expected that. Maybe he had pushed a bit harder then he should have. But he was tired. Tired of the two people he was closest to in the world being coldly distant from one another. He knew each of them had their own reasons for feeling this way towards the other, but he had hoped it was a phase.

With the significance of this day, Robin thought it was time to turn over a new leaf. Just as they were taking the biggest step in their hero careers, they could take a step to get along.

“It’s progress, right?” Robin broached encouragingly as change oftentimes was either instant or slow. For this case, he knew it would take more time.

“I told you Rob, Rowena-” Kid Flash began, except Robin wouldn’t let him continue down that trade of thought,

“Is equally as stubborn, and if we are taking steps to join the League, this cold war you two are waging would eventually have to come to an end.”

“ Both sides need to be willing, Rob. But I get it. Flash says sometimes you gotta be the bigger man in the situation.” The speedster smiled uneasily, staring in the direction Rowena had run in.

“Which takes time. I’ve presented the idea now. Ro just needs to see proof. Until then, patience, not all of us are as fast as you. Plus, if anyone can do this it has to be the most bullheaded guy I know.” Robin meets Kids emerald eye, his gaze softening, offering a lifeline of comfort to Kid Flash.

“You’re right Rob. Time is something I got plenty of cause I am me. I was serious when I told you I’d try. Kid Flash isn’t a hero who gives up. ” A grin stretched across Kid Flash’s face, quickly catching his second wind.

“ Robin and Kid Flash, glad you all have arrived. We were waiting on the other side of the park.” The smooth voice of Aqualad came from behind them. Turning around, he saw Aqualad, Speedy, and Rowena walking towards them from across the park.

“Aqualad! Speedy! You made it. Today's the day.” Kid Flash burst out at the arrival of their fellow sidekicks.

“Wait, if you were waiting on the other side, that means you’ve already been here for a while. Who got here first?” Robin quickly deduced the implications. Rowena expected nothing else from someone being taught by the world's best detective.

His and Rowena’s small bet wasn’t over yet. Just because they hadn’t seen Aqualad and Speedy when they first arrived didn’t mean they hadn’t already been there. The Boy Wonder nearly cursed himself at his lack of observation, unfortunately; it happened all but a few paces away from Batman. On all days to get distracted, it was the day they were finally going to take the first step!

“I did. Then Speedy.” Kaldur trailed off, raising a brow in their direction, silently asking for an explanation, only to receive a mournful cry from Batman’s protegee, “What, no ! my Xbox!” before he fell to his knees dramatically.

“Ha ha! pay up ninja boy!” Rowena cheered, levitating into the air momentarily.

“ Aww, man! So we were the last ones here.” Kid Flash whined, crossing his arms.

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Stamina - Wally West

Pairing: Wally West x f! reader (reader has a pussy + uses female pronouns)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: as a speedster, your boyfriend has near unlimited stamina. unfortunately for you, your stamina is very much finite

CW: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, unprotected sex (be smart), mentions of oral (f! receiving), lots of praise, mating press, Wally is an absolute madman

hi I wrote this in 45 minutes after waiting in line for 10minutes at 7/11 for hot chocolate because the guy in front of my didn’t know how to use Apple Pay. anyway I am absolutely here for Wally accidentally overstimulating you because he just has so much energy

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The best thing about having a speedster for a boyfriend? He has nearly unmatched stamina. The worst thing about having a speedster for a boyfriend? He has nearly unmatched stamina.

Wally looks up at you with a smirk, green eyes glinting with mischief. His lips, along with the entire lower half of his face, are coated in your slick. Your juices drip down his chin and roll down his muscled chest.

“Cumming already?” He teases, “we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.”

Your boyfriend barely seems phased by the fifteen minutes he just spent between your legs, but that’s not out of the ordinary. Most days, Wally could spend hours eating you out if you’d let him.

You roll your eyes, legs trembling as you attempt to close them around his shoulders. “You’re just too good, Walls.”

“Hey, I didn’t say we were done yet.” Wally pulls your legs apart, an ankle thrown over each shoulder.

He tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. As usual, he’s eagerly dripping precum. Wally keeps his eyes on yours as he rubs his cock between your lips, letting the mixture of your juices and his spit act as lube. He lines his tip up with your entrance and lets it slip inside.

He almost whimpers as he bottoms out, the sheer heat and tightness of your pussy overwhelming for him. No matter how many times he’s been in this position, no matter how many times he’s fucked you, it always amazes him how well you take him. How well your pussy just molds to his cock.

“God,” he groans, cock filling you completely, “you take me so well.”

You’re practically folded in half with your legs over his shoulders and his body leaning over yours. He’s so deep inside of you that you feel him with every breath.

Wally starts moving, taking up that familiar fast pace you’re so used to. He bottoms out with every thrust, pulling out just as you register how the head of his cock hits that spot inside of you. You reach out desperately, gripping at his hair to give yourself a sense of control as he drills your poor pussy.

He presses a hand down on your stomach, his other arm keeping him propped up. His muscles flex with every thrust, abs clenching and biceps bending. His green eyes have darkened, that familiar shade of jade being drowned out by his desire.

He slows down, opting for harder and deeper thrusts that have the headboard slamming against the wall each time. Your body moves with the bed, his cock bullying into your walls. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the waves of pleasure roll over you. You cum at the same time as Wally, his hips stuttering as he tries to bury himself as deep as possible within your walls.

You desperately grip at his forearms, nails digging into the soft skin. Wally whines as he cums, painting your walls white in thick, long bursts.

He smiles down at you, attempting to catch his breath. “Still hanging in there?”

You nod, though your pussy is starting to tingle from all the pleasure it's received and that dull pressure has filled your stomach.

“Good,” he kisses you and starts to move again, his cock still painfully hard. “Cause I’m not done either.”

Wally’s stamina hasn’t seemed to take a hit as he resumes his earlier pace, slamming his hips into yours almost hard enough to bruise. His cock is still sensitive from cumming, but your walls clenching around him feels so good that he never wants to stop. He has his eyes closed as he fucks into you, focused only on trying to get himself as deep inside of you as possible.

You keep your fingers wrapped around his biceps and let yourself get lost in the overwhelming pleasure. It’s not unusual for Wally to want to go multiple rounds, overstimulating both of you in the process. Still, you never quite get used to the extreme highs he gives you in the heat of the moment.

Wally’s pace increases, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. He’s brutal in his speed, sweat beading down his temples as he pushes you even further. The bed shakes and you can barely catch your breath.

You look up at him desperately, pleading at him with your eyes. Wally looks down at you and you can see that he’s somewhere else, focused only on the heat of your puffy pussy.

You tighten your grip on him in an attempt to ground him, opening your mouth to speak. No words come out, though, drowned out by your pathetic whines as another orgasm rolls over you. It’s so intense that your senses fade away from you, the lewd sounds of Wally fucking you drifting somewhere far away.

Wally cums a minute after you, bringing you back to your senses when you feel his hot cum filling you up once more. He lets himself collapse on you, keeping his cock still inside of you.

He rubs a hand across your cheek, “still with me?”

You nod weakly, your head spinning with the aftershocks of your last orgasm. The black spots that filled your vision still haven’t gone away.

Wally grabs your hands, pushing them further into the bed and using them as leverage as he starts to fuck you once more. You shiver with every movement, the pleasure almost painful at this point.

Wally kisses your forehead. “Give me one more, okay? Just one more.”

He’s much lazier this time, much more gentle. He keeps a steady pace, trying to give you time to recover while also chasing his own high. Any sensitivity he’s feeling is drowned out by how fucking good you feel around him, how fucking pretty you look when you’re all fucked out like this.

He holds your hands the whole time, whispering praises into your ear with every thrust. “My good girl,” he mumbles, “‘m almost done.”

You squeeze his hands almost painfully tight, blinking back the tears that form in your eyes. It feels so good, but it’s too much. Too hot, too wet, too much pressure. Wally is your only grip on reality, the only thing keeping you from succumbing to the exhaustion that hangs over you.

His hips stutter and he buries himself deep inside of you as he finishes. The heat of his cum fills you and though it feels good, it overwhelms you. You whimper while he pumps his cum inside of you, letting the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

Wally wipes them away, kissing your wet cheeks. “Did so good for me,” he slurs, “so fucking good.”

He doesn’t pull out, still lazily moving inside of you. He kisses all around your face, petting your sweaty hair out of your eyes. Your pussy aches, twitching around him tiredly, as if begging for a break. Wally looks at you with hearts in his eyes. You look so cute and used up, he swears he’ll melt.

He finally pulls out, letting his cum run out of you and coat your thighs and bedsheets. “Let’s give your pussy a break, hm?”

“Yes, please,” you mumble out, finally succumbing to your exhaustion.

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