#femslashfebruaryedit

Femslash February 2019  meanwhile, s: “Listen. You guys are my team. You’re my family. I love you with my whole heart-ass. But if any of you even look like you’re going to ruin this day for Ava I will punt you into the sun.”

meanwhile, a: “I don’t care if you have to soft rest the universe. I don’t care if you have to punch time in the face. You are getting Sara’s sister here, ready to be the maid of honor, and you’re getting her within the next twenty minutes. Do I make myself clear, agents?”

femslash february | day 13: AU: Amaya Jiwe as Captain Cold and Zari Tomaz as Heatwave on The Flash (iris is the flash) ➠ 💿💿💿 --

Amaya’s out the door by the time the alarms go off, the shrieking noise like music on a frostbitten night. She flings open the door of the car, grinning as Zari pulls off her goggles with a huff.

“Really?” She demands, her hand already grabbing the screw driver stuck in the ignition.

“The cops will never stop a mom buying diapers,” Amaya says, holding up the box. “It’s clever.”

“We’re driving a stolen sedan,” Zari says, and her foot jams against the gas. “If the cops don’t catch us, The Flash is going to.”

“Oh, screw the Flash,” Amaya says. She tosses the box into the backseat, and tucks the bag of cash under her feet. “We’re out of her league.”

Zari makes that face, the one where she’s trying to maintain her frustration but can’t help but crack a small grin, and Amaya laughs at the sight of it, pulling her gun out from under her coat.

“Let’s see how they do on ice,” Amaya says, rolling down the window.

“No fair,” Zari says. “I have to drive when I should be burning their tires up.”

“Next time,” Amaya promises, tucking her knees under herself and propping herself out of the window.

“I like when the cars blow up,” Zari adds.

“I know you do, babe,” Amaya says. “See those lights in your mirror?”

“You know I do,” Zari says.

“Keep me steady,” Amaya says. “Let’s see if I can’t make them crash for you.”

“I got it,” Zari says. “I know how to drive a car.”

“Shut up,” Amaya retorts, keeping her eyes on the flickering lights on the horizon. “Slow down for a second.”

Zari lifts her foot just slightly, enough for the police to catch up just enough that Amaya can make out their formation.

Amaya closes one eye and aims. “Perfect.”

“What about moms buying diapers?” Zari asks. “Maybe you should throw the box at them.”

“Do you want them to crash or not?” Amaya asks.

“…Yes,” Zari grumbles.

“Besides,” Amaya says. “You never know when you might need diapers. Those things are wildly overpriced.”

Zari snickers at that, and Amaya takes that as her cue to pull the trigger of the cold gun.

The road behind them turns blue and then slick and then freezes completely, a sheet of ice coating the road. Amaya delights at the sound of tires screeching and not being able to stop, and she fires off another round as the one police car drives sidelong into another.

Zari lets out a peal of laughter. “Yes!”

“Bye bye, boys,” Amaya adds, sliding back into the car. “More?”

“I think they get it,” Zari says.

“I think so, too,” Amaya says.

And they get an entire three seconds to grin at each other before the Flash comes kicking through their windshield.

Zari slams on the brake, cursing under her breath.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Amaya says, grabbing the Flash by her black ponytail and pulling her up by it. “What do you want?”

“Evening ladies,” the Flash says, eyes twinkling behind her blue mask. “Out for a drive?”

“We were buying diapers,” Zari says, putting the heat gun against her chest.

“Oh,” the Flash says, grinning. “When did you two decide to adopt?”

femslash february | day 1: a look at thundergrace in the near future as super heroes together ➠ 💿💿💿 -- ➠ Grace will, at times, claim she’s the one who taught Anissa The Leap, and not the other way around. That she’s the first one who figured out with her strength, if she bent her knees just so and launched off the ground, she could go inhuman distances, scale impossible heights.

Anissa knows for a fact that she’s the inventor of The Leap, but Grace is too cute for her own good and Anissa finds it terribly endearing when Grace is cocky. So when she runs down the expanse of highway, on a head-on collision with danger, she thinks first of Grace when she gets into position- And then her thoughts disappear as she soars, legs kicking in the air.

She lands back on solid road, feet breaking through the asphalt. She’s welcomed by blinding headlights, the screeching of tires, and her hands catch the cab of the truck by the bumper. She’s made herself denser than even an eighteen wheeler, something impossibly massive carried within her tiny frame. Her feet drag mere inches before the truck stops, leaving two carved-out skids in the road coming from the impact she’d originally made.

Anissa grins to herself, punching out a headlight, crushing the bulb in her hand. There’s spots in her vision from the brightness, now re-adjusting to more comfortable light. Her hands pull the bumper, mangled from the impact of her body, off the cab, and she throws it behind her.

“You wouldn’t be driving a whole truck full of illegal arms into Freeland, now would you?” Anissa asks, taking a step back, opening her arms in both mocking of the situation and anticipation of retaliation. “Because we’ve got a pretty strong policy against that kind of thing around here.”

The doors of the cab swing open with a sort of brutal force, the kind of extra strength needed when the front of the truck’s been twisted beyond recognition. Anissa recognizes the sound of guns being loaded, the heavy breathing that proceeds a fight.

She squares her shoulders. “Well?”

Someone hops out of the driver’s side, holding a gun far too big for his own good, and Anissa gives a smug grin at the sight of it, tilting her head, her braids swinging over her shoulder.

Her assailant doesn’t seem pleased with her attitude. “You-“

Grace leaps down from the top of the truck, landing beside him and making sure to leave a bigger impact than Anissa did, just to remind Anissa that she’s always a little competitive. Grace palms the muzzle of the gun before grabbing it by the barrel and tearing it clean off.

“You weren’t just about to call my girlfriend a bitch, were you?” Grace asks, knocking the guy in the head with the butt end of his gun, grabbing him by the collar before he can fall back. She lifts him easily, pinning him to the side of the truck. “Were you?”

He doesn’t respond, and Grace slams her fist beside his head, leaving a dent in the truck’s cabin.

“Fucker,” Grace says, tossing him aside.

Anissa’s already wrapped the second assailant in the passenger side car door, patting him on the head for good measure. “Well, you did give him a concussion.”

Grace smiles, crossing her arms. “I was defending your honor.”

Anissa chuckles at that. “There’s gonna be backup coming.”

“Good,” Grace says, and she decides at that moment to pull her hair back into a ponytail, which is charming and kind of careless. “I was thinking this was way too easy.”

femslash february | day 22: speedster iris and plucky gal reporter linda park (au, iris is the flash. bonus zari!heatwave and amaya!cold) --

The Flash announces herself with a gust and a smile, her heels skidding to a halt as she stands in front of Linda. “Hey, you,” she says. “Am I late?”

Linda, naturally, is tied to a chair. “I mean, I wasn’t told if there was an RSVP needed or anything, so. It’s unclear.”

“Oh,” The Flash says. “Cool.”

“Ugh, Flash.” Heatwave gets up off the floor besides Linda, slipping her phone into her pocket and pulling on her googles. “We haven’t even done anything.”

The Flash looks at Heatwave and Heatwave looks at The Flash and then The Flash looks at Linda and Linda just kind of sits there, apathetically swinging her legs.

Finally, The Flash decides on, “You kidnapped a person.”

Which is when the telltale sound of the cold gun rings through the warehouse, and Captain Cold announces, “Your girlfriend was looking places she shouldn’t be looking.”

“I just really think,” The Flash says, and she hasn’t turned to look at Cold yet, which will no doubt drive Cold up the absolute wall. “You need to find a better way to make friends.”

“Ew,” Heatwave says. “We don’t want friends.”

“Z,” Cold says, which is oddly cute for a girl in a singed olive jacket that swallows her tiny frame. “Kill The Flash?”

“Kill The Flash,” Heatwave says, and Linda’s world turns a terrifying, screeching white-

And she’s outside. Still tied to a chair, and The Flash is setting her down in a parking lot.

“Wow,” The Flash says. “They are just- They are too much. That was so dramatic.”

Linda winces in the sudden and brilliant sun, trying to smile and knowing it’s not coming across as well. “Could you uh- Could you untie me?”

“Oh!” The Flash makes lightning speed work of Linda’s bindings- She wouldn’t have even noticed, save for the small spark that passed between them as The Flash moved. “Sorry.”

“Hey, you did save me,” Linda says. “And this is a pretty decent chair.”

“It’s a solid build,” The Flash agrees.

Linda nods in assent, moving to take her phone out of her pocket. “Shit!”

“What?” And The Flash is before her, kneeling, fingers millimeters from Linda’s face, like she was going to touch her and is holding back.

Linda tries not to vibrate out of her seat. “They took my phone.”

“Do you want me to get it back?” The Flash says.

“I don’t-“ Linda tilts her head. “I mean, I’m gonna need it back at some point, but unless one of them is like, an expert hacker, we should be good for now.”

The Flash lets out a sigh of relief, taking a step back and standing up. She offers Linda her hand, helping Linda up. “Do you want the chair, by the way?”

“Eh, just leave it out front of their warehouse,” Linda says. “It doesn’t go with my style.”

“Fair enough,” The Flash says, and she’s quick but not quick enough that Linda misses the once over she gets, now that she’s standing.

“Hey,” Linda says. “Since you’re here, can I ask you a couple of quick questions?” She bats her eyelashes. “For the paper.”

“You don’t have your phone,” The Flash says, and she’s teasing, and it’s infuriating. “How would you be able to make notes?”

“I-“ Linda puts her tongue against the inside of her cheek. “Could you at least take me home?”

“Yeah, I-“ The Flash pauses. “I don’t know uh, where you live.”

“There’s a Jitters right under my building,” Linda says. “You don’t have time for at least a coffee?”

“Maybe next time,” The Flash says.

“If there’s a next time,” Linda says. “Why not dinner?”

She gets a winning grin and is lifted into The Flash’s arms- The world blurs and then it’s Jitters, the very one under her building.

“Try not to get kidnapped,” The Flash says, and then she’s gone again, a blue streak rushing through the city.

femslash february | day 6: wither and killer frost, just two girls with immense and terrible power just trying to survive --

femslash february | day 5: (AU) laurel lance is an (arch) angel. she saved felicity’s life and accidentally fell in love with this soft pretty girl. but there’s another laurel lance, and this one is a demon. she came to raise hell and fell for her doppleganger’s human. felicity smoak is a jewish girl who’s faith might be her key to figuring this whole thing out. this was probably not covered in the torah, but felicity did have a hard time staying focused back in hebrew school, so maybe it was? she really should’ve studied her hebrew more

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