#dark barry

The scent of saltwater lingers in the air as you step inside the beach house, a wistful smile on your face. 

You’ve returned to the Outer Banks for the summer holidays needing a break from your studies in on the mainland. and each and every year for the past four years you’ve stayed at Barry’s house. Y/n, having just returned to the Outer Banks from her college life in Raleigh, was eager to reconnect with her friends and spend time with her little brother, Timmy, who was staying at a foster home in the area. Her heart was divided between her old life and the new one she had built in Raleigh, but she was determined to find a balance.

You both banter as he helps you unpack, only packing light as most of your time would be spent in his house, which mostly involves you wearing his clothes. Barry walks in to his room noticing you’re wearing his basketball shirt, “Doesn’t my girlfriend look hot in my clothes” You roll your eyes at that statement, your relationship with him is complicated. He imitates your rolling of the eyes.

Barry jokes back, “Hey now, what's wrong with being my girlfriend?”

You turn to him with raised eyebrows, “There’s too many things to count, babe”

Barry chuckles, shaking his head teasing you back. “Well, you know, when you're staying in my house” he pauses, taking a step towards you, fingering the collar of his shirt, “wearing my clothes, you're my girlfriend, k?”

Your lips curled into a playful smile.“Is that how it works?” As he bites his lip, his infamous smirk appears as you continue, turning away from him going back to unpacking your things “Good thing I'm only here for the summer then.”

Barry laughs, realizing the truth in your words. 

Your relationship has always been a summer fling, a sweet escape from the realities of your separate lives.

He smiles down at you, “You know you're welcome here anytime, Y/N. Summer or not.”

Your smile softens, a hint of fondness in your eyes. Answering back affectionately, turning back to him with a wink, “Thanks. It's good to be back.”

Barry comes closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, “I've missed you, Y/N.”

You lean into him with a smile, “I missed you too. Now, enough of the mushy stuff K” Meanwhile, in the figure eight.

Rafe stands in his dimly lit living room, surrounded by photos of his late father. His face is etched with anger and determination.

“Those Pogues will pay for what they did to you, Dad. They took everything from us, but I'll make sure they suffer just like we did.” Rafe’s eyes filled with a mix of desperation and defiance decides he needs a distraction and  seeks solace from his chaotic life. 

He knows there's only one place where he might find it, Rafe decides to head to Barrys to get his fix. He raps his knuckles on the doorframe, impatience gnawing at him. His heart races, knowing he's on the verge of crossing a line he never thought he would. Realizing that everything he's done in the past few years, the cross, getting the gold, Peterkin, has been for his father; since he’s not here anymore there’s no one to stop him.

“Barry, it's me, Rafe. Can I come in?” There's no immediate response, just a brief pause, followed by a nervous chuckle. Rafe's heart starts pounding, his instincts telling him that something isn't quite right.

Frustrated, voice trembling,  “Barry? Dammit, Barry, open up!” He raps his knuckles on the doorframe, impatience gnawing at him. His heart races, knowing he's on the verge of crossing a line he never thought he would.

His voice broke, “Barry? Are you there?” Rafe releases a huff stepping off of Barry’s porch, he hears a sound coming from inside so he goes to investigate.

Walking to the side of the house, he begins to hear a screech. Rafe becomes antsy as he approaches the noise, needing his fix as soon as possible.

He gets a shock seeing the naked back of a girl, her face hidden from his view. Rafe’s seen plenty of naked girls in his time, but it's the sight of his friend knelt before him that was shocking. Rafe had an obscure view, but with the movement of his friend's head he can picture what he’s doing. He watches you, arch your back; your face finally coming to his view, sadly for the kook your eyes are closed. Your hands thread in Barrys curls, mouth open releasing a small moan: so that’s the sound he heard earlier. Rafe stands there still, conflicted whether to walk away or to head in and disrupt your fun. But till then he remains where he stands. Barry groans against you, as you tremble, clutching him between your thighs. He’s been down there for what feels like forever, even though it's only been five minutes. It all started when you both debated on the perfect afternoon snack; yours was Doritos and his was, well, you can imagine. You’ve only been back in the outer banks for one day and already you and Barry are having sex. Rafe watches on with a clenched jaw, feeling annoyed that his friend is preoccupied still needing his fix, while also jealous that he can bag a girl like that. 

Barry’s fingers moved down to where he just was, teasing your clit, slipping one in you. You gently gasped at the feeling. 

“You like that baby?” he teases, flicking your clit for good measure making you flutter your eyes. As he caresses you, whimpering on his countertop, your eyes flutter as you spot his erection straining against his shorts. "So delicate" He slid his fingers inside your pussy, your mouth begging him to let go but your body giving in. 

"So wet" He almost sounded delighted, thrusting his fingers in farther, curling them, snarling at the slick sound of your cunt, his lips twisting into a sneer at the way you struggled to bite back pleasure cries. "Such a needy little thing" 

Your body is unsure whether it wants to lean towards the pleasure or escape it, which is why it wriggles. His fingers continually probe that point deep within you, causing you to spasm and toss back your head. Finally cumming on him. Barry lifts up from the ground, kissing trailing up your body as you release a hum of delight of your recent orgasm. He pulls back for a second undoing his shorts, pulling it down displaying his happy trail. You both lock eyes as he takes a step forward, smirking down at you as he roughly pulls your body down, so your pelvis’ touch. Barry releases a groan bottoming out, and you reach back and hold onto the window as he thrusts in and out of you. Rafe freezes in his position, hands clenched. His patience wears thin, he needs his fix more than ever. Your hands fall onto Barry's ass, pulling him deeper into you. He jutters, loving how you clench around him, “Fuck thats it” he whispers against your neck. He groans as you wrap your thighs around him, his fists clamped into the countertop. 

You lift your left arm, cupping his cheek pulling him into a passionate kiss. Both moaning at the taste, getting lost in your pleasure. Barry opens his eyes and stares out the window and notices his kook friend, smirking at you. His speed accelerates, making you whimper, and his grin grows watching him squirm.

He suddenly slides two fingers through your slit making you shake against him, butterflies fill his stomach with excitement knowing that Rafe is watching him fuck you. Barry wants nothing more than for him to watch you come for him: again. You continue to jerk, pleasure shoots through your body as he circles your clit.

He’s teasing his cock just where he just licked it, pressing it into your swollen clit until your hips buck. Moving it down to your entrance and giving you his tip, feeling you tighten around it and want to suck him in farther. 

Then he gently gives you the entire length, dragging it in and out a few times, painfully slow, and you attempt to grind against his pelvis as he bottoms out, seeking that final bit of contact to make you come. 

When he gets to the end of you, he notices how your hips move, how your face contorts, and he knows your body so well that he can tell you're going to come.

When he touched you, your eyes rolled back. Your hips begin to twist and wiggle, and you hear him gasp as he accelerates up, allowing you to come back on his cock and ride it out completely before he returns his hands to your hips. 

Then he establishes a punishing tempo, pressing the centre of your back down so you arch further for him and grabbing your arms to pin your hands together behind you while fucking you so rapidly your g-spot is always under pressure. "Just like that, honey, you're so fucking tight, fuck," his words begin to slur as he approaches, "this pussy just does something to me... Jesus Christ." As he penetrates you with his cock, his hips twitch.

"I-I’m gonna cum." 

On his final push, you feel the pounding throbs of his cock, the swelling and spewing ropes of his spend deep into you, and hear one final, drawn-out, guttural moan fill your ears. Barry carefully releases your hands, strokes your wrists, and sets them on the counter before massaging the back of your hips. "I think we have an audience" he whispers, low and husky, his mouth on your back, his breath on your moist skin, and his nose tracing up your shoulder blade. Your eyes widen, turning to look behind you and there stands Rafe Cameron, and he just saw you cum. Truthfully, Barry’s known of the kooks presence for some time now, maybe even before he went down on his knees, and god did it feel good to give him a show, something over the kook king: if there’s one thing Rafe can’t have and that’s you, and he just proved that.

Barry pulls back, seeing you’re red in the face embarrassed. He just smirks down at you, “you go change, while I deal with him yeah”

You nod, your heart finally slowing down from the previous actions with him.

Rafe now knocks on the front door, startling you. Barry groaned, his head falling on your shoulder before yelling out, “Uh, just a sec!” He gives you one last sloppy kiss on the cheek and buckles his pants.

Rafe hesitates for a moment, but before he can turn and leave, Barry swings the door open with an awkward smile. True, he holds no regret with his little show, but he feels some remorse when he sees the position his friend is in.

The dimly lit living room of Barry's house is filled with a heavy atmosphere as Rafe stands before him, his desperation evident in his eyes. He does all he can to forget about your naked back, your groan; anything else, but his anguish and pain with the loss of his dad returns.

Rafe becomes anxious,”I need something to forget about my dad. Can you hook me up?”

Barry turns to him concerned and a little annoyed that he was interrupted for this,  “I don't think that's the best way to deal with this.”

The kook is even more irritated. “I don't care. I just need to get my mind off things.”

Barry hesitates, torn between helping his friend and wanting to keep him safe from harmful choices. “This won't solve your problems. It'll only make things worse.”

Rafe’s angry, a fire in his voice, “You don't understand, Barry! I can't deal with this pain anymore!”

He takes the offered drugs from Barry and quickly ingests them, the substance rapidly taking effect. His emotions escalate, and he starts to rant about the Pogues, his anger and pain consuming him. In typical Rafe Cameron fashion his mood changes. His eyes burning with revenge as he straightens up in his seat, sniffing up the substance, and a smirk appears on his face, “I've got a plan, and I need you by my side. The Pogues will pay for my father's death.”

Barry looked at him pleadingly, “Rafe, revenge won't bring your father back.”

Rafe just shakes his head, his voice tense, “Barry, we have a problem, and we gotta solve that problem right now!. Do you understand?! “

Barry stands there silent, not knowing what to do or say, Rafe just continues his rant voice getting louder each second, “They ruined everything for me! They ruined my dad's life!" You enter the room at that moment, hearing Rafe's outburst. Concern crosses your face as you observe the state he's in. You're still a little ashamed about your display earlier , but everything else fades away when you observe the kook king. You'd heard about his notorious outburst and the tales around town that he's volatile, known for his many fights, and his gun, and you didn't want things to escalate, especially here.

Standing there with your arms crossed, staring at him, recalling how he was in high school; he hasn't changed, still the same; unfazed; your arms crossed; your voice firm; “Barry, don't do this.” Rafe turns to you, licking his hip while also squaring you out, “this isn’t any of your concern sweetheart” You take a step towards him, provoking him, “It is if it involves Barry” Rafe just shakes his head, “who the hell is this?” sure you look familiar, but the outer banks is a small island, so he must have seen you at a bonfire or two. But you shouldn’t be more important than him, he’s never seen you at barry’s before. Barry takes a step toward you and you just place a hand on his shoulder letting him know that you can handle the kook king, turning to the blonde, “I’m his girlfriend,” Barry's stomach flutters at the notion of you finally saying your title out loud, after four years. It's unfortunate timing, but he can't help but be overjoyed.

Barry looked torn between you two,  “I don't know what to do, Y/N. I want to help him, but I don't want to enable him either.” he more-so murmurs against you, still intimidated by his coked out friend.

Rafe’s even more furious than before, “So, you choose to listen to her instead of me?” Barry clasps his hand with yours, “Y/N is important to me,” Rafe just clenches his jaw, taking a step towards him trying to intimidate Barry, “I mean, if you wanna be a pussy-.”

Barry shakes his head interrupting his friend, “Do you not realize what you're doing, bruh?” He approaches him, chest to chest, intimidating each other.

Rafe raises his voice, “Get the hell out of the way! If you're not gonna help, then I'll find someone who will!” Barry becomes concerned with his kook friend, “Rafe, I can't get involved in whatever you're planning. It's not the right way to handle things.”

He becomes increasingly frustrated, “Come on, man! They've been messing with us for too long. It's time to show them what we're made of!”

Barry just stands his ground, “No, Rafe. I won't be a part of this. I’ve had enough of your games. You need to find a healthier way to cope with your feelings.”

The kook looks to him defeated, “I don't know how, Barry. It hurts so much.”

Barry tries to shift the conversation to another topic in an effort to divert Rafe's attention.

“Look, I'm throwing a welcome party for Y/N tonight. You should stay, help me sell some of my supply for some extra cash”

Rafe releases a breath,calming down, looking at his friend then to you “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

Barry's attempt to keep Rafe occupied offers a glimmer of hope, a chance for Rafe to channel his emotions in a different way. But the underlying issues remain, and Rafe's pain and desire for revenge on the Pogues are far from resolved.

Rafe's emotions continue to weigh on him throughout the night, but hey, he has access to more coke if necessary.

Nora, already a very bright child (thanks to Daddy, Auntie Cait and Uncle Cisco), was following in her father’s nerdy footsteps with his love for science and even giving the other children a demonstration of it at recess (which only resulted in a minor explosion of pressured air being released in the sandbox, fortunately no eyes were assaulted with sand considering Nora had already supplied her eager audience with a bunch of 3D glasses, their mouths were another story. Barry had never been more proud of his daughter despite his promises to the minders to lecture her). But apart from that, she was a completely normal girl with no sign of the Speed Force in her genes.

Y/N and Barry were counting their lucky stars for that reprieve as there were too many enemies of the Flash that were still at large and neither parent wanted their daughter mixed up in that hectic (and frankly severely dangerous) part of their lives. They were incredibly thankful for the lack of Speed Force energy running through Nora.

With a gust of wind, Barry was right in front of his awaiting wife, his cream cardigan fluttering behind him and his Vans slightly smoking with residual friction, his hair slightly wind-blown as he winked at his wife who was more than done with her husband’s antics.

In his strong arms was their brown-haired, hazel-green eyed daughter, giggling from the after effects of her Daddy’s speed, her white tutu sparkled in a rainbow of colour in the bright afternoon sun. Nora’s Disney princess t-shirt risen above her tummy from Barry’s fingers knotted into the material and her long hair tangled in front of her face, metallic pink leggings twinkling in the light also.

Both had the same, massive grin on their faces, “it was 1.4 seconds if you were wondering.” Barry told his wife cockily, biting his lower lip as his reading glasses slipped down his nose slightly as hazel-green eyes glinted with mischievous intent. Y/N rolled her eyes at him before easily fixing their daughter’s wild mane of chestnut-brown hair, reminiscent of her father. Y/N quickly straightened up both her Allen children (because Barry was definitely a child most of the time) before giving them a stern glare. “We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago. What did I say about creating a volcanic simulation before we have to be somewhere?”

“Not to do it.” Both Nora and Barry trill monotonously in unison.

“Exactly, so now neither of you are getting dessert when we come home tonight.”

“Mummy~!”

“Y/N~!” Both Barry and Nora moaned in exasperation.

“No! You both know the rules and you both chose to disobey them, my punishment stands.” With that, Y/N whirled away, skirt swishing around with her and she started toward the front door, her bag swaying in the crook of her elbow as she opened the door. Nora barreled out of the house, running to the car with her Captain America backpack and her children’s book of chemistry as she jumped in the car and into her own child seat as gentle, thin arms wrapped around Y/N’s pregnant tummy as Barry’s warm lips pressed the spot behind her ear, his glasses removed, leaving his beautiful hazel eyes clear.

“What about my midnight snacks? Are you going to keep me from those too?” Barry’s hands slowly travelled down to her hips and then to the sides of her thighs.

“Well. . .” Y/N’s voice wavered softly, “maybe I can just give you a little leniency on those specific snacks. I benefit from those too.”

“Ah~, I see. So when it includes your needs, it’s perfectly acceptable. Have I got it right?” Barry’s lips slowly made a gentle trail from her collarbone, up the side of her neck and targeted the sensitive spot behind her earlobe.

“Now you’re getting it, baby.” Y/N chuckled, sighing in pleasure as his lips completed their trip multiple times before he slowly pulled away.

“In this instance, I’d demand you take me back to the bedroom and change the schedule from midnight to midday just this once.” Slowly pulling away from Barry, she turned, capturing his cheek in her warm hand, “but we have somewhere to be, Mr. Allen and our baby girl is waiting in the car.” Patting his cheek, she waddled from the driveway to the car. With a gust of wind, Barry was holding the door open for Y/N with a soft grin.

“Tonight then, Mrs. Allen. Our midnight snack will be a three course meal.” With a quick kiss, Barry helped Y/N in before shutting the door and appearing in the driver’s seat, the car rumbling to a start before they pulled away from their home and the Allen family made their way to their destination, listening to Nora’s hypotheses for a better volcano simulation.

Standing in the middle of the beach with their picnic blanket set out, the Allen family took their seats and started nibbling on the fruit that Y/N had prepared. “You were worried we’d be late? Remember who we’re meeting?”

“Shut up, Barry.”

“What? I’m stating the obvious, honey!”

“You’re gonna get an obvious smack at the back of your head if you keep goin’ the way you are.” Y/N glared at him teasingly before winking.

“Hormones.” Barry murmured, pouting down at his giggling daughter who was wrapped up in her Mummy’s arms. “One minute your Mummy is as sweet and fluffy as a marshmallow, the next she’s ready to bury me in the backyard. I don’t know what to do with your Mummy with anymore, Spark.”

Nora’s laugh was infectious as a portal opened to the side of them, a few meters away. The harsh breeze wafted over them as a group of four made their way into their world. “Mummy, Daddy- who are they?” Nora questioned, looking at her mother and father with a confused expression on her youthful features.

“You’re about to find out, baby.” Y/N smiled down at her daughter as the four shadows grew closer to the blue energy before Void Y/N and Void Barry stepped out of the breach with their two boys on either side. Thomas looked exactly how his father did at eleven-years-old, with a cheeky grin at his parents. They also had another son with his father’s hair and his mother’s E/C eyes, looking the same age as Nora.

“Mummy, Daddy! It’s you!” Nora squealed, bounding out of her Mummy’s arms to see the newcomers. “Wait. . .Daddy, his face is different.”

“Yeah, Spark. You remember how Uncle Cisco was talking about the other versions of Mummy and Daddy in the different worlds?” Barry asked Nora as he helped Y/N up slowly, his hand caressing her swollen belly as she shakily got to her feet, holding onto Barry’s hand to steady herself.

“Yeah.” Nora answered, trying to remember Cisco’s words.

“These are our-”

“Doppelgangers.” Nora answered, much to her parents surprise as she looked up at them, “what?” She questioned innocently, “Auntie Cait taught me that word.”

“Of course she did.” Barry murmured exhaustedly. No matter how many times he told his coworkers/best friends to slow down on teaching Nora so many complicated terms and things a kindergartner shouldn’t know, they had never lightened their knowledge around her; much to his chagrin.

“Yeah, baby. They’re our doppelgangers, but not every version of us is the same. Remember that, sweetie.” Y/N smiled down at Nora approvingly before both parents took her hands and they walked to their doppelgangers who were preoccupied with their children.

“Okay, you two, no funny business.” Void Y/N warned her kids playfully yet sternly. “Tommy, no showing off by running on water and Grant, no sand tornadoes. It took me two weeks to get the sand out of my ears last time.

Both Thomas and Grant snickered but nodded in acquisition as Void Barry slung one arm over Tommy’s shoulders and Void Y/N wrapped her arms around Grant’s as they met their Earth 1 counterparts halfway; the exact same large smiles on the identical couples faces.

“It’s been eleven years-” Y/N started.

“And we still look damn good!” Void Y/N ended as both women cackled with laughter before meeting in a tight hug before gushing over E1 Y/N’s  unborn child.

Both Barry’s shook hands, smiling brightly. “Lookin’ good, Barry.” Earth 1 Barry grinned, no animosity held between either Barry after eleven years of peaceful coexistence.

“Well, for what it’s worth, you’re not looking bad yourself, Barry.” Void Barry chuckled as his Earth 1 original pulled him in for a hug, both men patting their twins backs before parting as did both Y/N’s.

“Well, let's start the introductions.” Barry grinned, one arm slung over his pregnant wife’s shoulders and his hand curled over Nora’s shoulder. “I’m Earth 1’s Barry Allen, this is Earth 1’s Y/N and this is our beautiful daughter: Nora Caitlin.”

“Hello. . “ Nora partially hid behind her Daddy’s legs, eyeing the familiar strangers in front of her.

Void Barry took hold of his beautiful wife and waved his two sons over. “Well, as most of you know, I’m Barry Allen from Void Earth and this is my gorgeous wife, Y/N and our two sons, Thomas Joseph and Grant Sebastian.”

E1 Barry and Y/N smiled brightly when they watched both boys smile brightly. “Wow. .” Their eyes watched Thomas, the last they saw of him was when he was a newborn, delivered by both Caitlin and Y/N and now here he was in front of them, all grown up.

“Grant’s our resident little scientist in the family. He has an obsession with explosions for some reason. I wonder where he got that from.” Void Y/N quipped sarcastically, turning her eyes to her husband who looked away, looking sheepish.

“Sorry, honey.” All four identical adults shared a laugh.

“Hey, baby-girl, maybe you can tell Grant what you did in kinder-” Barry’s sentence paused as he looked down to his frightened daughter, staring at his time remnant with unease in her eyes. “Nora?”

Void Barry’s expression softened as he slowly bent down, lifting his sandy brown khaki pant legs as he crouched so he was at Nora’s level, the sun illuminated every feature of Barry’s face including the unsightly burn marks and his sightless pebbled eye that unsettled young Nora.

“Hello, Nora.” Barry murmured softly, ‘there’s no need to be afraid of me, sweetheart.”

“But they’re scary.” Nora whimpered, her eyes glued to the burns that marred the left side of his face as Barry chuckled at her bold words as he stopped the Earth 1 couple from lecturing their daughter about the use of manners and thinking before she spoke.

“Hey!” Thomas and Grant were quick to defend their father.

“Enough.” Void Y/N warned her sons sternly, giving them a motherly glare for good measure before turning back to Nora, her cotton cream dress folding against the sand as she crouched down, softening her voice. “Don’t pay them any mind, munchkin. They’re just very protective of their Daddy.” Nora nodded shyly, her eyes flicking from the former God of Speed back to her Mummy’s doppelganger. “So you’re scared of Barry’s burns, hmm?” Y/N gently caressed the mottled skin on the left side of her Barry’s face as she kept her eyes on Nora. His eyes fluttered closed, relishing her sweet touch as Nora nodded softly; her eyebrows creasing in worry. “Y’know, I was scared of his burns too when I first met him.”

“You were?” Nora asked, hazel-green eyes wide as she stared at Void Y/N who nodded.

“Mm-hmm, I was very afraid of him at first. He wasn’t in a very good place in his mind at the time and he was very mean to everyone.” Void Barry sighed, looking down in shame at those tainted memories but listened to his wife, who wisely left out the parts of him being hellbent on being Savitar: The God of Speed and killing her Dad and his ex-fianceé and taking over the world.

“How did you stop being scared?” Nora questioned.

Void Y/N smiled reminiscently, “well, that’s easy!” She giggled, “when he smiled at me.”

“Huh?” Nora hummed, confused.

A soft smile played upon Void Barry’s lips as both Earth 1 Barry and Y/N looked to each other, a knowing grin curling their lips.

“Y’see,” Void Y/N leaned in, looking around conspiratorially, like she was going to reveal a high priority government secret with her doppelganger’s daughter. Nora couldn’t help but lean in, eyes alight with wonder and curiosity, “there’s a very special smile that my husband can do that can instantly stop you from feeling afraid of anything. It’s a very secret smile so you have to be extra polite if you want to see it. Do you wanna see his special smile?”

“Yes, please!” Nora bounced on her feet excitedly, turning to Void Barry who heaved out a sigh, making a show of being exhausted.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I can reveal the secret.” He shook his head tragically.

“C’mon, Dad! Show her the smile!” Tommy grinned as Grant nodded, giggling.

“Yeah, Daddy!”

“Now I wanna see this special smile.” E1 Barry grinned as his wife nodded in agreement.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Void Barry shook his head, looking to his wife and Nora, the latter giving him the cutest puppy-dog eyes he had ever experienced as Void Y/N winked at him.

“You’re welcome, baby.” She mouthed before slowly rising from her crouch to rejoin her sons and made her way to her unbiological twin.

Void Barry turned to look at Nora who was staring at him without any ounce of the fear she had been experiencing beforehand. “Okay, I will show you on one condition.”

“What is it?” Nora asked, practically trembling with excitement.

“Whenever you see someone who's like me or someone who is different, never judge them for how they look, okay munchkin? Because nothing but what's in here, matters.” Void Barry gently pressed his finger to her chest, over her heart, “remember that, okay?”

Nora nodded in agreement, “okay.” She whispered, hazel green eyes hard with determination before her entire expression melted into one of pure awe as Void Barry showed her his ‘secret’ smile, lips parted to show white teeth, eyes crinkled, cheeks pulled up and lips curled into a beautiful, pure Barry Allen smile.

“Atta girl.”

“Daddy! Daddy! He has your secret smile too!”

“I thought he might, Spark.”

Void Y/N smiled down at her husband before looking up with a sparkle in her eyes, “so,” she lifted up her own picnic basket, “who’s ready to eat?!”

After feasting on the delicious meals crafted by both Allen wives, everyone split to do their own thing, leaving both Barry’s lounging on the picnic basket, lazily picking at a group of grapes off their stems and gorging themselves on the leftovers.

“So, two speedster sons? Can’t be easy.” Earth 1 Barry commented, swallowing a portion of grape and cheese while watching Tommy, Grant and Nora make sandcastles not too far away from them.

“It’s not. They run around everywhere at top-speed. I’m just glad I’m faster than them for the time being.” Void Barry sighed, gesturing with a cube of cheese in his fingers, “but Y/N can stop them with just one word. It’s a sight to behold.” His lips curled into a gentle smile as he watched his sons before popping the cube in his mouth, “and what about Nora?”

“We were lucky. She didn’t inherit my speed which in this Earth, it’s a good thing; too many enemies of the Flash and if there was another speedster running around, theories might arise and I’d never forgive myself if Nora or Y/N were targeted as a result.” Barry sighed, taking a long draught of his homemade lemonade.

“Then it was good thing that I never decided to pursue the same heroic life choices my original has kept up with all these years.” Void Barry commented, sipping at his peach iced tea that he sneakily sped into Central City to purchase.

“It’s actually been pretty quiet these past few years, so I can’t complain much.” E1 Barry shrugged his shoulders before asking, “so what did you decide to do in your Earth?”

Screwing the cap on his tea with long, deft fingers, it took a moment for Barry to gather his thoughts before he started to speak. “It took a long time for me to decide what I wanted out of the new, carefree life Y/N and I just started together now that there wasn’t a paradox coming at me full force.” Void Barry sighed, eyebrows creasing as he lost himself in his thoughts, eyes glassy as he stared up at the intense blue sky, “I started off with odd jobs to help Y/N out with the finances and I got pretty good at it but I quickly realized it wasn’t enough to help out as much as I wanted, especially with Tommy as a newborn. I decided to go back to my old roots. After a shitload of forgery, I got a job as a forensic scientist in our city’s police department. Shortly after my third year, I was promoted as head of the department. I’m sure you are too,” Earth 1 Barry scratched the back of his head, chuckling at his time-remnants sharp observational skills, “after that, I trained a few rookies here and there. Then I surmised that maybe being a teacher might be better for me.” Void Barry sighed gently, “I’m now a professor in the science department. Forensic science to be more accurate.”

“I’m happy for you. You’ve got yourself sorted, you have a beautiful family and I’m sure, a wonderful home.” E1 Barry complimented, a grin overtaking his features, “I have to ask,” he hesitated slightly, hazel-green eyes looking over his time-remnant before Void Barry’s gesture to continue, “are you alright with being Barry again?”

That question took Void Barry’s breath away, a small sniffle-laugh escaping as his fingers gently rubbed his chin in contemplation, “when I first met Y/N, I would demand that she call me Savitar considering at the time I was too warped in my own ideas that being you was my worst nightmare.” He explained as E1 Barry nodded for him to continue, “she outright refused to call me Savitar and instead adopted her nickname of ‘Cheese Face’ until I told her what my name used to be.” Both Barry’s chuckled as they turned their gaze to their wives that walked along the beach, the tide washing over their bare feet as they conversed back and forth. “Her vow at our wedding ceremony was to always remind me of who I am and to always be my side to do so.” Void Barry smiled reminiscently before popping another grape in his mouth as an excuse to collect his thoughts and continue, “When Tommy was born, I found myself slowly getting back into the swing of things as Barry Allen instead of Savitar. It was so much better being Barry when I had Y/N and my son and everything flowed together and I’ve been Barry ever since,”

E1 Barry nodded, ripping his eyes from his beautiful wife before turning to look at himself, “I’m glad you were able to get your happy ending.”

Mismatched eyes met with familiar hazel green, “and you too, brother. I’m glad you took the risk and reconciled with Y/N instead of staying with Iris.”

“Well, when I’m right. . I’m right.” Both Barry’s chuckled before turning their attention back to their children and wives respectively, “I’ve never been happier.”

“I hear you.” Void and E1 Barry took a long drink of their respective beverages before going back to idle chatter about their families.

Void Y/N walked along the beach with her E1 doppelganger next to her as they chatted about their lives, “y’know what’s crazy?” She asked, twirling her wedding ring around her finger.

“What?” E1 Y/N asked as a soft, content smile curled her lips up as Void Y/N chuckled reminiscently.

“We’re all here because I went into labour eleven years ago with my first son in what was probably, the worst timing of history.” Y/N chortled as E1 Y/N joined in.

“Oh my God, you’re so right. The amount of trouble we went through, the walls and security nets we put up, only to crumble and fall at Star Labs’ rooftop. I wouldn’t change it for any of the worlds.” E1 Y/N looked up to the sky, her hands gently running over her pregnant belly that contained her child  that would be coming in the next few weeks.

“Neither would I.” Void Y/N agreed as both women eyed their Allen’s sitting together, attacking the food that both Barry’s had sped over for their hungry families, “c’mon, let's go get some before my sons devour it all.”

“They’ll have to fight a pregnant woman and I don’t think they’re ready for the nightmare they’re about to face.” E1 Y/N cracked her knuckles jokingly as both women shared a laugh.

Void Y/N ran up ahead as E1 Y/N waddled behind her before stopping and she bent slightly, rubbing her swollen stomach, groaning in discomfort. “Honey, are you okay?” Barry piped up as all Allen’s had their eyes on the groaning woman. Barry didn’t move from his place considering it was probably Braxton Hicks contractions as Void Y/N knelt behind her husband, her arms snaking around his shoulders as he pet her hands, holding onto them.

“G-guys. .” E1 Y/N shakily murmured, looking down. All eyes followed, only to see a growing dark puddle in the sand between her bare feet, all manner of hazel green and E/C eyes widened. “I. . I-I think I’m going into labour.” Her body started to vibrate, the image of E1 Y/N blurry, the complete same visage as Void Y/N.

“Oh, shit.” E1 Barry, Void Barry and Void Y/N spoke in unison before looking at each other, panicked, “not again!”

GUYS! I FINISHED IT! FINALLY! I’m so sorry it took me so long to complete, I’m battling with fucking terrible Writer’s Block and it’s skull-fucking the creativity out of me, I apologise.

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The sun hung low in the sky as another summer day dawned over the Outer Banks. Y/n had spent the morning catching up with old friends, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the intense encounter with Rafe Cameron the previous night. You couldn't shake the memory of his piercing gaze and his relentless flirtation. 

Meanwhile, Rafe woke up with a sense of restlessness. The hangover from the party mixed with the ache in his chest made it hard to focus on anything else. He had seen Y/n again in his dreams, her presence haunting him.

As the day progressed, Rafe's feelings for Y/n deepened. He couldn't deny that he was developing a crush on her, but he also knew he had to hide it. She was Barry's girlfriend, after all, and he couldn't risk damaging their friendship. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains as Rafe nervously knocks on Barry's front door. He's still wrestling with his emotions after the events of last night.

As the door swings open, Rafe's heart skips a beat when he sees you standing there, looking surprised to see him.

He stands there awkwardly, turning away from you with his eyes closed.

You react too, by turning around and covering your exposed chest “Fuck. Weren’t you taught how to knock?” you hurriedly button up your shirt (well Barry’s shirt) your face red with embarrassment feeling exposed in front of the kook, “Barry's out at the moment so-.” you turn finally dressed, well mostly, the bottom part of Barry’s shirt is still unbuttoned, the left side of your midriff showing. 

Rafe steps inside, trying to keep his eyes averted as you walk past him to pack your bag for work. “I don’t need to knock, Barry used to let me stay here” You just shake your head, “what for two weeks?” Rafe just watches you fuss over your things, putting multiple things into your bag. You call over to him, facing away from him, “So what do you want Rafe?” Rafe's eyes briefly flicker to a scar on your abdomen, visible as your shirt continues to ride up a bit while you stand. He remembers his conversation with Kelce and how he mentioned an incident with your father. His curiosity gets the better of him, but he decides not to pry.

He gets nervous all of a sudden, which is uncommon for the kook. “Um, I’m here to convince Barry to help me” His eyes follow you around as you continue to get ready for your shift.

You chuckle, still not facing him which annoys him to no end, “that’s not happening, you know that right” “Where is he anyways?” He crosses his arm leaning against Barry's couch. “Out” Rafe just rolls his eyes, releasing a sigh and walking up to you. “What’s so special about you anyways? Why would Barry choose you over me? Me?” His voice is low and probing. You stand with your back against the wall, your heart racing as you feel the undeniable pull towards Rafe.

He steps closer, his eyes searching yours intensely. he begins to lean in not giving you space to back away. You clench your jaw, hatred in your eyes, “Rafe, back up right now” your voice equally defiant with threat and he shakes his head. “No, I wanna know. Cause I barely have heard of you before last night, then I hear you’ve been dating him for years? What is that all about?” He groans against you, his voice tight with frustration, his eyes watching you intensely. You just lean back against the wall, that pisses Rafe off so he brings a hand to your chin forcing you to face him. “What’s so special about you little pogue?” anger evident in his voice. You try your hardest to get out of his firm grip, he just grins watching you struggle. You try to keep your composure. Rafe licks his lips, moving down to level with you, “hm? Why would Barry say no to me now?” You manage to shove him off of you, stepping back but he stands his ground. “I know him better than you think.” Rafe lifts his eyebrows at that, “I'm just saying, maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do. Maybe he's not the perfect guy you believe him to be.” You stand up straight, challenging him, “And what about you, Rafe? You act like you know him better than anyone, but what do you really know about him?” Rafe looks at you defiantly, “I know enough. I know he's my best friend, and yet he chose you.”

You lick your lips teasingly, “Jealous, Rafe?”

his eyes narrowing as he takes a step closer to you, “I'm not jealous. I just don't understand what he sees in you.”

You look up to him, smirking, “Maybe you're just afraid that he sees something in me that he never saw in you.”

He’s leaning in, your faces inches apart, “You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

You meet his gaze, voice a whisper, “And you're enjoying every second of it.” “But i’m with Barry so,” Once again pushing him off of you. “Do you know what he's been up to while you've been away?” He smirks mocking you. You just roll your eyes, that little gesture makes his heart skip. You defiant little thing.

“What, So he doesn't give you a play by play of his activities?” Rafe describes activities with a more sardonic tone. “You both are legit drug dealers, I think I know what you both get up to when I’m not here” He just shakes his head at you, eyes locking onto yours, “you sure about that?” he pauses, smirking at you once again, “We stole a cross and melted it down. Turned out it was solid gold.” “You did what?” you say aghast. He pulls back displaying a shrug like it was no deal, “it was an opportunity we couldn’t pass up.” You take a step back, trying to process the new revelation about the man she thought she knew. “When was this?” you ask, hoping that you were wrong. “In may, why?” He crosses his arms, a little confused as to why you asked that. Your eyes widened, that explains Barry’s random payment to you. He told you that he earned the extra cash fixing up an old bike and wanting to spoil his girl, but now you know he lied. He’s stepping closer, not letting you back away, “And there's so much more you don't know about me, about us.”

You try to steady your trembling voice, “Why are you telling me all this now?”

He’s flashing a smirk, “Because, despite everything, you still chose to be with him. I want to know why.”

You challenge him, “Maybe it's because I believe people can change, and I see something in him that you seem determined to overlook.”

His gaze was intense, “And what about me? Do you see anything in me worth considering?”

Your voice softening, “I don't know. Maybe there's more to you than meets the eye, Rafe.”

As the tension between them reaches a breaking point, you try to back away, but Rafe stands his ground, refusing to let you escape. Rafe whispers against you, “You can't deny what's between us, Y/N. There's something here that we can't ignore.” You tease, trying to distract from the intensity, “You really enjoy pushing boundaries, don't you?” Rafe licks his lips,his voice husky, “Only when it comes to you.” you quickly step away from Rafe, trying to hide the undeniable chemistry still lingering between the two of you. “You really wanna know why me and Barry are together?” “Y-” He tries to speak, but you interrupt him. “Are you sure about that Country Club?” You tease, walking around the couch trying to create space between you two. “Don’t call me that” He groans, following you around the room. “What do you prefer? Kook King? Rich Asshole? “ you roll your eyes, hating that he’s shadowing you. “y/n-” He stops at that.

You gain some confidence this time it's you who corners him against the wall. “You really wanna know what's so special about me Rafe? Is it because I have the tightest pussy he’s ever felt? Because I squeeze him so tight, I make him cum in seconds” you tease eyes locking on to each others, licking your teeth. “You saw it yourself yesterday right? Watching us like a perv?” You watch as he stands there avoiding contact with you, you gain the upper hand. You continue your rant, “No, you moron, it's because I'm the only person in his life that's willing to come back to him. He may not be my main motivation for my return to this hell hole but he is one, and to him that's enough”

Your body's inch closer, the forbidden desire pulling you together like magnets. The tension between you reaches a breaking point, and for a moment, you both teeter on the edge of giving in to your desires. But just as the intensity grows, a sudden noise breaks the spell, and you both turn to the front door as it opens, and Barry walks in, catching you in a compromising position.

Barry walks in, his voice strained, “What's going on here?”

You and Rafe quickly pull away from each other, the charged atmosphere dissipating as guilt floods your expressions.

Your voice is shaky, “We were just... talking.”

Rafe’s trying to sound nonchalant, avoiding eye contact with you.“Yeah, just talking.” 

Barry's gaze shifts from you to Rafe, sensing something is amiss. The tension hangs in the air, unspoken words swirling between them.

You turn to pick up your packed bag, looking over to the clock to the left of Barry before speaking up, “So I’m gonna head out” and you walk over to Barry kissing his cheek. Rafe speaks up, “where you going?” You turn to him, your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he cares. “Work, I know its a foreign concept for you but some people have to earn their wage” you tease, before winking to your boyfriend who just chuckles as you whisper the last part, “legally of course” And exit through the front door leaving them two alone. Barry finally speaks up, “so, what brings you here?” Rafes gaze still on the front door, you encompass his thoughts once again. Well he has to admit you haven’t left since last night. Shaking off the tension between him and you he turns to your boyfriend trying to recompose himself. “Um, I came cause I still need your help” Barry nods, gesturing to the couch and the two sit down. “Yeah okay, I need the money anyways” Rafe smiles to that as they both shake on it, “My man”

The Island Club buzzes with energy as people dance and enjoy the night. You stand behind the bar, expertly mixing drinks and engaging in light banter with the customers. Unbeknownst to you, Rafe is watching from a corner, keeping a careful eye on you. He observes you serving drinks with a smile, but he can't shake the feeling that something is amiss.

Amidst the chatter and laughter, your attention is suddenly drawn to a certain blonde walking towards you, nearly drops a glass, surprised to see him there.

What is he doing here? You react by dropping onto the ground and crawl away behind the counter, trying your best to hide from him. You can hear the murmur of his voice, “I’m here to see y/n” Your manager speaks up, “Customers aren’t allowed at the back,” her voice firm. “What if I'm her boyfriend?” he questions, her eyes widen at the lie. Speaking of boyfriend, he's on a mission for Rafe on the opposite side of the island. Keeping an eye on the pogues and preparing their next move.

“Fiance?” that catches your attention, hitting your head on the counter on your way up.

You now stand in front of the two, rubbing the sore spot. “I can take it from here, Miranda” you say with your gaze locked onto Rafes.

You can't help but notice him admiring you in your work uniform. Feeling a mix of flattery and discomfort under his gaze. Your other co-worker, who heard the interaction between him and Miranda comes behind you and whispers in your ear, “When you said you’re staying with your boyfriend, I didn’t know you meant Rafe Cameron” she teases with a wink, making Rafe grin down at you, who’s gaze hasn’t left him. “What do you want Rafe?” you ask, more annoyed than ever, annoyed that he’s here, that he had the decency to lie to your co-workers let alone your boss; what happens when Barry comes to visit? Rafe smirks down at you, leaning into the counter.

“Just thought I'd drop by and see you in action.” he continues mockingly, "you know, because I have no idea what it looks like to work or what you claim to be earning your wage."

He watches you with admiration as you move around continuing to make drinks. But your keen eye notices something in his pocket that raises concern. You spot the outline of a gun in his pocket and raise an eyebrow, concerned and curious. Pointing at his pocket, “What's that? Rafe, why do you have a gun on you?”

He shrugs like it's the most casual thing to own a gun, “Oh, that? Just a little something I keep with me for safety.” He notices your silence so he leans in to tease you, “You're pretty observant. Guess I'll have to be careful around you.”

You straighten up moving around to his side of the bar, voice firm, “Rafe, this is a bar. Why do you have a gun here?”

Rafe remembering the tension from this morning wanting to feel it again, he leans in flirting with you, “Maybe I wanted to impress you with my... firepower.”

You roll your eyes, “Don't be ridiculous.” reaching for his pocket, trying to take the gun from him, but he playfully dodges your attempts.

Rafe smirks down at you, “Feisty, I like it.”

You reach for it once again, and he just takes a step towards you, one hand around your waist while the other grips your hand on the gun, Rafe just continues smirking, “No touching sweetheart.” Shaking your head at the nickname, “Don’t call me that” “What Sweetheart?” he flirts, loving the feel of your heartbeat against his. You clench your jaw, leaning in to him, “Call me sweetheart again, and i’ll knock over your precious bike” “Is that a threat?” His breath blending in with yours, you can taste his scotch. Leaning up on your tippy toes, “It’s a promise” His smile deepens, the tension between you two no doubt returned and oh how much he loved it.

You come down from your tippy toes and shake your head at him returning back to your previous argument about the gun, “But it's also dangerous. Be responsible, Rafe.”

He looks down at you playfully, “Are you worried about me, Y/N? Where did your previous threat go?”

You’re trying to keep it casual, “I just don't want anyone getting hurt accidentally.”

Rafe’s leaning in, flirting, “Don't worry, I've got it under control. Besides, I'm a trained professional.”

You scoff, “Right, with all the rumors about you.”

He takes a step back, offended not wanting you to believe everything said about him, “What rumors? You know that’s not the real me right.”

You roll your eyes at him, “What do you want me to say?”

He looks at you vulnerable, “That you don’t believe everything you hear.” “Rafe-” he interrupts you, shaking his head. “What about you? Huh, are you gonna tell me how you got that scar on your abdomen? Or what happened with your father? I’ve heard rumors about you, but I choose not to believe them. So are you?”

You groan out his name.

He’s leaning in close, “I'll be here when you're ready to hear my side of the story.” “I gotta get back to work” you say, wanting out of this conversation. “You do that” he says with a clenched jaw, eyes glaring at you.

Despite the earlier tension, there's an undeniable spark between the two of you. The night goes on, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of getting to know Rafe better.

As the evening winds down, Rafe lingers a bit longer at the bar, not quite ready to leave. He's intrigued by you and can't deny the attraction he feels. Little does he know that your paths are about to become more entangled than he ever imagined.

As you continue to work, Rafe tries to figure you out. He knows there's more to you than meets the eye. But he also realizes that he needs to earn your trust and respect, especially if you’re willing to work with him.

As the night winds down, you finally take a break and join Rafe at a table. Sighing, “You're still here.”

He glances up at you,smiling, “Can't resist your company.”

You playfully groan, “Flattery won't get you far.”

Rafe glances at you earnestly, “I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have brought the gun here.”

Your eyes softened at his apology, “Just be more careful, okay? It's not something to take lightly.”

He nods, “I get it. You’re Barry’s girl, so I want you safe you know”

You grin remembering his title a couple hours ago, “What happened to you being my fiance?” 

Rafe matches your smile, “that was only to get through the door” you just roll your eyes at that. “Which worked by the way, now everyone thinks we’re together” you reach over and playfully push him making him chuckle. This will be your downfall in the near future. “Hey,” he pauses lifting his hand up in a surrender, “if it keeps guys away from you then it’s worth it” You groan, snatching his drink and taking a huge gulp. But its bitter taste makes you spit it out, “fuck, that’s straight scotch” He takes it back, releasing a low chuckle once again. You just shake your head at him, “I honestly don't see why you kooks are so obsessed with that drink.” Both of your eyes lock on to each other, the tension from this morning returns. Straightening up in your seat, “I'm guessing Barry accepted your offer?” you ask, realizing the reason for his visit. Rafe nods, biting his bottom lip, “but the asshole asked for double” that makes you chuckle, “good.” You lean in, “but you’re here to ask for my help aren’t you?” His gaze falls on to your lips, the tension between you growing, he nods once again trying to distract himself as he finishes his drink. “I don’t know how much help I’ll be to be honest” you say truthfully, now leaning back in your seat with your arms crossed. “Is that a yes?” he asks jokingly with eyebrows raised.

You bite your tongue, hesitating for a second before answering, “it’s a maybe”

“Good”

“good”

But not too far away sits Singh and his crew who notice Rafe's interest with you. They see an opportunity to get to Rafe through you, and Singh devises a plan.

The club is buzzing with activity as patrons enjoy the lively atmosphere. You're behind the bar, focused on your work. Singh’s crew watches from a distance, observing Rafe as he keeps a close eye on you.

Samuel, a crew member for Singh, receives a text as you walk over to serve him, “Keep an eye on her. See if she takes the bait.”

Samuels pretending to be a regular customer, and strikes up a conversation with you. Singh's plan is in motion, investigating how important you are to the kook king. Rafe interrupts, not liking how Samuel is watching you, knowing your shifts are about to end. “Hey, Y/N. Need a ride home?”

You display fake a smile, “Thanks, but I have plans with my co-workers. I'll be fine.”

Rafe looks at you concerned, “Are you sure? I don't mind giving you a lift.”

You lie, “No, really, it's fine. I'll see you around, okay?”

Rafe reluctantly lets you go, but as soon as you step outside, he discreetly follows you from a distance, wanting to ensure you’re safe. He keeps a watchful eye on you, ready to protect you from any harm that may come your way. He's drawn to you in a way he can't explain, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe from the dangers that surround them.

You arrive at a modest-looking foster home. Rafe hides behind a nearby tree, watching as you ring the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opens, and your younger brother, Timmy, greets you with a big smile.

You smile lovingly down at him. “Hey, Timmy. How was your day?”

Timmy jumps up excited, “It was great, Y/N! Look, I made this drawing at school today!”

You look down at him, adoringly, “Wow, that's amazing, buddy. You're so talented.”

Rafe watches the heartfelt exchange between you and Timmy, a mixture of surprise and admiration in his eyes.

He whispered to himself, “I had no idea she had a brother.”

As you spend time with your brother, Rafe realizes that there's much more to you than he ever knew.

He sees the love and care you give to Timmy, and it touches him deeply. Reminding him of his relationship with Wheezie, it’s a little strained now but deep down she knows how much he cares for her.

He couldn’t help it but he brings his phone up and googled you and he begins to read an article about you.

Daughter stabbed defending little brother from drunk father.

Rafe murmurs to himself softly, “Fuck, She's been through so much” He watches from a distance, understanding the allure of your complicated life and the reasons behind your choices. He realizes that there's more to you than meets the eye, and he's drawn even closer to you, wanting to protect and support you in any way he can.

As the night grows darker, Rafe silently slips away, leaving you to spend time with your brother in private.

The allure of your complicated past remains, but now, he's seen a new side of you, one that brings him even closer to the enigmatic girl he thought he knew so well. Unbeknownst to the both of you, that three cars down is Singh and one of his crew members watching you interact with your little brother. “Isn’t that cute” Singh teases watching you, “you were right Samuel, that girl is important to Rafe. We need to bring her in immediately to get him back on our side.”