#flash drabbles

~Harle’s Toybox~

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This is a link to my ice chest of plot bunnies, AU ideas, potential fics, snippets, and drabbles! From fluffy to pure smut, pairings from Len to Leo, and all involving our favorite speedster! You can find it all compiled, added to, and edited here!

Heyyy y’all! As you have seen from an earlier post, I reached 800+ followers yesterday (which I still cannot believe) and I’d just like to give a little something to all of y’all.

I’ll be writing short drabbles about characters. Just send in an ask about a character, what you want me to write about them and I’ll do it! For example, I could write a Peter Parker x reader about vines or an interaction between Loki and Thor.

I might not be able to write some drabbles if they’re about characters I have never read or watched but I will try my best to do some research about them or watch the movie/read the book which they’re in.

Love to every single one of y’all💖,

HeroesOfOlympus

(Rules and guidelines: NO smut, NO incest, NO romantic pairing between a character below 18 with another character above 18.)

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Must like: animals, books, puns, sci-fi movies, comics, coffee, and moonlit runs on the beach.

When Barry found this quirky dating app, he hadn’t expected much. The profiles were strange, but when Barry set eyes on ‘Len’, he had his own profile up in minutes. Though despite his hopes, he’s still shocked when Len messages him and they eventually decide on a date.

Maybe he would finally lose his virginity and get a amazing boyfriend all in one!

He hasn’t exactly expected the supernatural to involved, or that he himself was one of them.

For @coldflashweeks Mini Summer Weekend!

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Plottings:

Barry is a cambion but doesn’t know it (probably still a virgin so his nature hasn’t woken up), a cambion is a type of incubi/succubi born of a union between a human and a cubi.

He finds this dating app (which Cisco, no matter how hard he tries, can’t find and it won’t work on Barry’s phone for anyone but Barry, because it’s spelled so only supernaturals can find it) and even if a lot of the profiles are strange, he can’t help but start immediately crushing on the handsome man who lists moonlit runs on the beach on his ‘must love’ column.

Barry makes a profile and is shocked but thrilled when ‘Len’ messages him for a date. (Len is a hellhound)

They go for a walk on the beach after sundown and it goes incredibly well, if some of the things Len seems to reference to are weird, and they have a second date, then a third where Barry decides to lose his virginity and Len is more than happy and 'honored’ to help.

Unnecessary to say, his first tumble, especially with another paranormal, sends Barry headfirst into his secondary 'puberty’.

Len’s shocked he didn’t know anything but decides to start over and help Barry through things (as well as recommend a very good paranormal community doctor and therapists for him to see since he can’t exactly talk to a normal doctor about why he suddenly sprouted a new hole, some glands, etc. The therapist is to help him through things, to deal with culture shock and potential body dysphoria, etc).

I don’t think Len knots Barry or bites him their first time together because he wanted to ease him into things.

And then he’s extremely relieved he didn’t, because telling someone about the whole supernatural thing being real while they’re panicking but you’re tied together for however long would have been awkward as FUCK.

And Len just thought Barry was a late bloomer when he sensed his nature still suppressed. It turns out being someone’s first is a big thing in the community because you’re essentially awakening them and it can be a bit dangerous so they have to be powerful (Barry’s lucky he didn’t bed a human his first time or they would have died).

And until Barry gets a handle on it, he’s limited to only supernaturals he knows, which is basically Len, because he can still accidentally drain people.

Barry has speed and such in this. But if he uses it too much without feeding enough there’s the whole passing out thing, etc

"What's the matter, sonny boy?" Another kick landed solidly against his ribcage and forced the air from Flash's lungs.

"S-stop-"

"You don't get to give me orders. Who do you think you are? This ain't the army, boy. You failed outta there, remember? I got me a god damn cripple for a son now. Pathetic! You always were nothin' but a disappointment, Eugene." his father snarled, the stench of old whiskey and smoke heavy on his breath. His father kicked him again, the blow connecting with a wet crack as his ribs broke.

"You're dead..." Flash struggled to form the words, bones grating painfully as he gasped for air. "You died, old man."

"You think that stops anything, sonny boy?" Impossibly strong fingers closed around Flash's throat and hauled him to his feet, crushing his windpipe. He choked and flailed, nails clawing at the arm that lifted him into the air. "Oh, you don't like this, huh. What's wrong, boy? Trying to hurt your old man? You were never any good at fighting back, better run. Go on, run away."

"I said RUN, you useless shit!" His father dropped him and Flash scrambled to his feet. He took off running as his father laughed mockingly behind him. He only made it a few steps before the excruciating pain of red hot metal tore through his legs, shredding muscle and bone. He couldn't breathe enough to scream, the sounds around him drowned in a wash of pain. Flash fell hard to the ground, blood soaking into the dirt.

The blond was blinded by bright muzzle flashes, the agony as his squad was cut down by insurgents' bullets. Oh god, why this? He felt his blood pool in the sand around him, slick wetness against his skin. He blinked open his eyes, watching the blood darken from red to thick blackness that moved with purpose. It hissed, fangs gleaming as it roiled up from the ground.

"Please." he begged, stretching broken fingers towards the symbiote. "please....I need you." The blackness wrapped itself almost lovingly around his wrist, whispering reassurances as it flowed up his arm and into his wounds. Togetherrrr. No one will hurt ussss again.

Flash woke with a shout, heart racing and his breath coming in gasping sobs. A dream, the whole thing was just a god damn dream. He was standing in his apartment, safe. His Dad had been dead for almost a year, he'd been back from the war for even longer. It was this stupid city, it just brought all this shit back up to the surface.

Wait...standing?

With a sense of dread, he slowly looked down.  His hands were in the familiar black gloves his body encased in the heavy plating of the Venom armor.

No no no no no no!

He collapsed to the couch, struggling to pull the symbiote from his skin in a panic. GET OFF OF ME! Long sticky black strands pulled tighter as he fought to rip the creature from his face. The armor finally responded to his panic and melted, pulling into his bloodsteam and the space between his bones. Flash went ridged, but the symbiote remained quiet. The thing was as obedient as ever, a lobotomized husk and nothing more. He must have called it in his sleep. Was that even possible? Was this the first time?