On another Earth, overrun with metas and aliens, there are two who are the most powerful and most feared--Savitar, self-proclaimed God of Speed, and Kara Zor-El of Krypton, the last of her kind after the defeat and destruction of her cousin.
No one dared challenge them, and all trembled in their presence.
All but one.Â
Ra’s al Ghul--once called Al Sah-Him, was the Head of the Demon, and feared none. Especially not the meta and alien he loved. When in public, they were strong and invincible. When in the privacy of Ra’s al Ghul bedchambers, however, they melted into each other’s embrace.Â
Then, a rogue faction of the League, led by the previous Ra’s’ eldest daughter, overtook Nanda Parbat. The Ra’s was overthrown and killed.
Devastated when they heard the news, Kara and Savitar razed rogue faction, murdering every assassin and making Talia al Ghul’s death last for days. They decided to find a new lover to replace the one they lost, searching the multiverse for another version of their Ra’s.Â
What they discovered was Oliver Queen aka the Green Arrow, best friends with Savitar’s doppelganger and allies with Kara’s.Â
They made a plan to steal him away and keep him as their own.
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“You’re being ridiculous,” Tommy said for what had to be the hundredth time in the half hour Oliver had been in his closet, trying to find the right thing to wear. Which, fine, maybe he was being ridiculous, given Barry couldn’t... well. See what he was wearing. But a good suit had always made him more confident, so he continued his search, fingering that line between business casual and something a bit more loose, but still nice.
He ended up with two different button shirts of two different colors, one a dark green, the other a dark blue, and held them wordlessly up to Tommy. His best friend gave the longest, most dramatic sigh he’d ever heard, but ended up pointing at the green one.
“Blue would make your eyes pop,” was his justification, “and there’s no point making your eyes pop to a guy that cannot see you.”
Oliver glared and considered putting on the blue out of pure spite, but the green was a softer fabric, something he knew Barry liked to feel, and so it eventually won out. He was happy with the choice, all in all, smoothing it down after he’d tucked it in, and nodded once at himself, pretending he didn’t look nervous.
“Oliver,” Tommy said, softer now, and holding his jacket to slip into. “It’ll go fine. I know he’ll say yes. He’d be a fool to say otherwise.
Oliver looked uncertain, but nodded tensely, and accepted a hug from his best friend before hurrying off to his bike and to the diner they’d agreed to meet at.
Barry arrived five minutes after he did, and his smile was wide and beautiful as Oliver took his hand. While holding Barry’s palm to his face in his signature hello, he noticed Barry’s socks were different colors.
“Before you even start,” Barry huffed, feeling Oliver’s starting smile, “I didn’t dress me. Iris did. Any and all mistakes are hers and hers alone.”
Oliver laughed, huffs of quiet air, and tucked Barry’s arm around his and led him into the diner.
“You seem nervous,” Barry commented as they sat down, reaching for his hand. “And you’re a bit dressed up, don’t think I didn’t feel that silk shirt.”
Oliver turned Barry’s palm upwards to write slowly, Need to ask something.
“Then ask,” Barry said easily, grinning wide, as though he knew. Perhaps he did. He always seemed to.
Not that, Oliver huffed again as he wrote the words, making Barry laugh.
“Fine, marriage off the table,” he teased, patting Oliver’s hand before he could write out an answer. “What is it then, truly? You’re half worrying me here.”
Oliver, in answer, pulled a key out of his pocket and pressed it into Barry’s palm, then folded the man’s fingers around it, letting him feel what it was. Barry’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, which Oliver was pleased to see. For being blind, Barry was quick to pick up on things Oliver did his best to hide. He had no idea how Barry did it, given he had no voice for the man to take his cues from, and Barry couldn’t exactly see his body language.
“A key?” Barry said, moving it between his fingers to get the size and shape. “A house key?”
Oliver tapped Barry’s wrist once, which they’d agreed was yes. Barry started to grin.
“A key to your house?” Another tap. “You want me to move in? Or are you just -”
Oliver tapped Barry’s wrist in a sharp beat to say one at a time, and Barry laughed.
“Sorry, sorry. First question first. Do you want me to move in?”
Oliver swallowed, and nodded, even though Barry couldn’t see it, and tapped his wrist once.
Barry lit up like the sun at that and gripped Oliver’s hands firmly, staring very intently at Oliver’s ear, which was close enough to his eyes that he shivered. “I would very much love to live with you,” he promised and squeezed Oliver’s fingers to accentuate his earnesty.
Oliver kissed his palm in gratitude, and relief, and let Barry feel his smile.
“Thank you,” he mouthed against Barry’s skin, wishing, not for the first time, the island hadn’t robbed him of his voice. Barry deserved someone who could tell him everything he needed to hear, how much he was wanted, appreciated, and loved.
But he couldn’t speak the words, would never be able to, so he showed them with soft kisses and smiles, until he knew Barry understood, and was rewarded with a smile without shadows, soft and sweet and all for him. He didn’t even need to say, “I love you,” aloud for Oliver to feel it in the deepest parts of his soul. But he said it, and Oliver pressed his face into Barry’s hand, grinning, and kissed the words back.
Oliver Queen and Barry Allen frequent the same coffee shop just never at the same time. Oliver visits everyday except he visits in 2007, Barry visits in 2017. Ten years apart.
They feel a spark whenever they reach the one table in the back of the shop, it’s a connection, a soulmate connection that Barry wants desperately to figure out
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A little Drabble for Olivarry Week Day One Oliver Queen has never been a good man, not by any stretch of the imagination, or any definition. Maybe in some other universe, some world where he had the motivation, maybe he might be raising his bow with the intent to stop and injure, rather than kill. Maybe in some other world, where Tommy Merlyn hadn't discovered his identity and then aided in Oliver's quest to murder Malcolm and stop the Undertaking, Oliver wouldn't have put six arrows in him. Maybe in some other world, The Arrow didn't exist as some monster haunting the minds and movements of Starling's criminals. Maybe, in some other world, Oliver isn't holding a knife to the throat of the too-inquisitive, too-accurate, adorably baby-faced CSI from Central that Digg and Tommy had brought to save Oliver's life. Oliver's expecting fear. He's expecting pleading and begging. Maybe some sweet tears. He doesn't expect the kid to look him up and down, completely ignoring the knife, and smile. "I had my suspicions, Mister Queen." he says. "Nice to have them confirmed." Oliver cocks his head to one side. "I'm about to kill you." says Oliver. "Maybe." There's a cold prick at Oliver's thigh, the needle to the syringe clutched a slender-fingered hand. Barry Allen is a paradox all of his own. "I just want your impossibly strong thief. Then I'm out of your city." "Why?" asks Oliver. "I need to know if he's seen someone. A man, who travels in lightning." says Allen. "What will you do if he hasn't?" "He's dangerous, then, and of no use. I imagine I'll kill him. Like the others." Several pieces fall into place in Oliver's head. "You're the Cryptid." says Oliver. Allen grins, roguish. "Guilty as charged." says Central City's most notorious serial killer. Oliver takes a step back, lowers the knife. Allen's still watching him, skeptical. "Let me help you." says Oliver. "I have -" "Contacts?" offers Allen. Those eyes are very green. He keeps biting at those soft lips. He'd look so pretty on his knees, and there would be no moralizing in the world that could make either one of them think the other was too corrupt. It seems like fate, if Oliver still believed in that sort of thing. "Yes." says Oliver. Barry grins at him, livewire-vibrant, and Oliver drops the knife with a clatter, pushing back into Barry's space. Barry meets him, unstoppable force to immovable object, and everything stops for a moment - the world freezes while the Arrow has the Cryptid backed against a wall, moaning softly into a kiss. Barry's lips look even softer when it's Oliver's teeth that have made them so swollen and red. Perhaps that's why Oliver takes him home, presses him into sheets and pillows like he's something precious and kisses away the sweet tears that paint his face while he's pleading with Oliver to go faster, harder, to make him come. "Of course he's a fucking serial killer." says Tommy, over the manager's desk at Verdant the next morning. "Of course you're fucking another serial killer." Oliver shrugs, unrepentant, and Barry sniggers. He's got a massive hickey on his neck, and he's wearing one of Oliver's shirts. Tommy rolls his eyes, and smiles. Barry transfers to SCPD. Oliver buys Barry an apartment for them to live in. The SCPD realizes the Arrow and the Cryptid have teamed up. A task force is formed. One day, Oliver will face up to the fact that they will be caught. One day, a Slum Lord will get a lucky shot in. One day. For now, Barry looks beautiful with blood on his hands, standing in a warehouse with a kitchen knife dangling from his fingers, hovering above a body with arrow wounds in the knees. Barry smiles, sheepish, and rubs a hand across the back of his neck, leaving a smear of sticky red behind under the collar of a dress shirt of Oliver's that will now have to be burnt. "I made a bit of a mess." he says. "Nah." says Oliver. "You made me some art."
Summary: For most of Barry's life, his Soulmate Scars were normal. Then he turned twenty and his Soulmate was thrust into a living hell.
Date Uploaded: July 12th 2017
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For most of his life Barry’s scars were perfectly normal. Sure the splotchy scrape marks and small lines from stitches implied that his Soulmate was clumsy or accident-prone, but it was nothing the other kids at school didn’t have. Iris had proudly shown off her first scar when they were in first grade, gleefully saying that her soulmate had stapled his thumb (much to the Assistant Teacher’s amusement). Of course, when Barry had gotten his appendix out in third grade he’d done the same thing, happily declaring that his Soulmate had something from him now.Â
It continued like that until he was twenty, then one day, the small scars were replaced with something far more terrifying. He’d puked all over a forensic project in the middle of class and fell over crying and clutching his side only for a doctor to tell him a couple hours later that his Soulmate had been seriously injured. Sure enough, he had a large deep scar on his abdomen.Â
A new scar seemed to appear on him almost every other day and they all hurt. Barry had started unraveling. His Soulmate was going through hell and there was nothing he could do to help. Soulmate experts told him in sad voices that the scars were similar to the scars found on prisons of war, victims of extreme abuse, and a handful of victims of serial killers. Barry cried for hours that day.Â
It would be almost six years until he got an answer. Barry shook as he stood above an unconscious Oliver Queen (the Arrow!). Diggle hand taken off Oliver’s top, when the rat poison caused him to spike a fever and Barry had frozen. He knew every scar on Oliver’s abdomen. He remembered the pain Oliver had felt with each one.
Barry backed up until he hit one of the counters, taking deep, shaky breaths. Of course. The island. Barry almost puked.
“Barry…?” Felicity asked cautiously, moving forward to place a hand on Barry’s shoulder.Â
“Felicity…” Barry was hovering somewhere between horror and joy, “Our scars match.”Â
“What?” Diggle asked, standing up.Â
Seemingly on autopilot, Barry unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open enough to show off Oliver’s more noticeable scars.Â
Felicity stepped back, eyes wide.Â
Diggle cursed a few times under his breath. “Put your shirt back on kid.”
Barry nodded and buttoned his shirt back up. The next couple days were the most stressful and best days of his life. Oliver wasn’t very good at sexual attraction, much less the concept of Soulmates. Diggle and Felicity had put a considerable amount of time in setting Oliver straight though, and it had worked. Under all the green leather and self-hatred, Oliver was sweet. A mess, but sweet. Barry even got to meet Oliver’s mother, who had embraced him with open arms.Â
Barry also got to help Oliver with his work as the Arrow, which was awesome to tell the truth. (His Soulmate was the Arrow!) Oliver needed a scientist too. Pretty desperately. Honestly, Barry had no idea how he wasn’t already dead or in prison. Oliver had insisted that Barry wait a month before he uprooted his entire life for a “weird system that was barely scientifically proven”. Barry couldn’t wait to tell people, though. He happily shouted that he met his Soulmate the second he saw Iris. Somehow Singh found out when Barry got back to the precinct and had yelled at Barry for not just asking for Soulmate leave.Â
Barry smiled softly as he got off the phone with Felicity, already planning a visit to Iron Heights this weekend to tell his Dad about Oliver. He was also planning how to break the news to Joe without Joe trying to murder Oliver, but that wasn’t the point. Barry was walking on air.  He’d met his Soulmate and there was actually something there! He couldn’t wait till the end of the month.
Oliver had just put on the mask that Barry had left in the foundry (of course Barry had risen to his challenge) when the pain started. Fire burned across his neck and arms, reaching down to his fingertips. It hurt like nothing Oliver had felt before and he wasn’t able to hold back the strangled sound that escaped his throat.Â
Barry.
Oliver fumbled with his gloves and jacket desperately, nearly throwing it off as Diggle and Felicity called out to him with loud concerned voices. There were bright red scars spread across his chest and arms, from his neck to his fingertips.Â
“Felicity!” Oliver said, urgently, fear building in his gut.Â
Felicity gaped at the new scar, eyes starting to water. “It… it looks like Lichtenberg Figures…”Â
“What does that mean?!” Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead. I just met you.Â
“Oliver,” Diggle said, slowly, carefully tempering his voice and masking his emotions. “It means Barry just got struck by lightning.”
Summary: Or five People who were oblivious to Barry and Oliver’s relationship and one who wasn’t.
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 1. Julian
Julian Albert frowned in concentration as he tried to identify which compound had been used in Central City’s latest homicide. The victim’s death had been brutal, what they had found of their body told them that much. What it couldn’t tell them, it was his job to figure out. Well, his and normally Barry Allen’s but the other man was late. As usual. His concentration was broken by a loud laugh and Julian shot a glare at his aforementioned colleague. “What is your problem, Allen?”
“Oh, nothing,” Allen replied, immediately turning back to his phone and blushing much to Julian’s annoyance.
“Get to work Allen,” Julian said.
 Barry frowned at him, setting his coat on the back of his chair and picking up a file from the pile on his desk, finally set to work. Then that blasted phone went off again. Julian just wanted to know who wanted to get hold of Allen this much.
 2. Iris   Â
 Oliver and Barry sat across from each other at a table in Jitters. Oliver was in town for official business but of course, he scheduled some time to be with his boyfriend. Barry was currently laughing at a story Oliver was telling him about his past. “Barry…”
 “I’m sorry?” It sounded like a question to Barry’s own ears and the mirth was not hidden in his tone. “What even made you think that filling Malcolm Merlyn’s pool with beer was a good idea?!”
 Oliver looked indignant. “It was Tommy’s idea!”
 Barry looked unconvinced, “Sure…  it was.” He laughed again, his laugh carrying across the entire coffee shop. Iris heard it and as she was curious made her way over to the two’s  table.
 “Hey, you two.” She said, watching her adoptive brother’s hand moved to line up the other man’s on the opposite side of the table. She beamed at Oliver and Barry felt jealousy rage within him. “So Oliver, what brings you to Central  City?” She batted her eyelashes and he felt his jealousy grow stronger.
 To Barry, who knew every detail of Oliver like the back of his hand, Oliver looked awkward. He realised that Oliver probably still looked normal to Iris though. “Official business,” Oliver replied, subtly placing a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “I should actually get going or else I’ll be late. See you around Iris, Barry.” Barry felt Oliver give his shoulder a gentle squeeze before leaving.
 Iris watched him leave. “He seems happy.”
   3.      Thea   Â
 Oliver was sat on the couch in the Loft watching his boyfriend eat a dozen large pizzas. He was looking incredulously at the Lithe man who held his hands up in victory. He swallowed. “Yes! I told you I could eat twelve. You owe me a fun date now Ollie.” Barry flashed away, carrying the empty pizza boxes before re-appearing and flopping down on the couch beside Oliver.
 Oliver gave Barry  a genuine smile, “You dork.”
 “You know you love me anyway,” Barry smirked.
 Oliver gave Barry a quick kiss. “Hmm… that’s true.” Barry burrowed into Oliver’s side as Oliver wrapped an arm around him. “You comfy.”
 “Very.” Came Barry’s muffled reply. The apartment door opened and closed and Barry suddenly changed position s so that his head was resting on one of Oliver’s broad shoulders.
 Thea joined them. “Hi, Barry. It’s nice to see you, Ollie can you sign these?” She didn’t notice Oliver’s arm around Barry.
   4.      Felicity   Â
 Barry and Oliver stood together in the Bunker talking in hushed tones. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Barry said, clenching his fist.
 “Barry,” Oliver pleaded, “I don’t want you involved because I don’t want to lose you. I care about you too much.” Oliver brought their foreheads together, his hand resting on the back of Barry’s neck. “Do you understand?”
 Barry huffed slightly and stepped backwards, linking his fingers with Oliver’s. “I don’t like it,” Oliver nodded, “But I understand.”
 Felicity entered seconds later, She didn’t notice their linked fingers.
   5.      Joe   Â
 Barry and Joe were watching a movie, seated side by side on the couch in the West’s home. “You seem happier Bear, finally.”
“For the first time in a long time Joe, I think  am.” Barry let out a contented sigh, “I  feel like things are finally going my way. Barry drank a large gulp of beer before there was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it.”
 Barry jumped up from the couch and raced to the door.  Oliver was standing there, dressed in his usual style. “Hi, Barry.”
 Barry grinned, his face lighting up. “Ollie!” Barry flew at him and Oliver barely had time to catch him.
 Oliver quickly broke the hug,  grabbing Barry’s hand instead.
 Joe came out two seconds later.
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 David Singh wasn’t stupid.  He was the police captain for God’s sake and h  e didn’t get there by accident. He was also more fond of Allen than he’d ever admit, the young kid he had met after his mother’s murder was quiet, broken and he had enjoyed seeing the boy grow into the young man he was now.
 Plus, the kid did good work.
The last couple of years had been a rollercoaster. Different Metahumans had caused chaos after the explosion of the STAR Labs Particle Accelerator a few years ago which placed the aforementioned CSI in a nine month coma, when he awakened David watched him become more and more weary, reverting back to the kid he had met all of those years ago and it broke his heart. David remembered how he himself started going down the same path after he’d joined the CCPD and before he met Rob. He could only hope Allen found his own Rob soon.
 Watching Joe tear into the kid he felt Allen needed him soon.
His observations allowed him to pinpoint the day everything about Allen’s demeanour had changed, it was just after Allen had visited Star City too. The day after that David was in the foyer of CCPD, on his way to get an analysis for their current case when he was knocked into. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!”   Â
 “I’m sorry. I’m here for Barry Allen.”
David found himself looking at the mayor of Star City and wondered just how Allen had connections in such high places. He glanced at Queen again and found a genuine smile on the man’s face, something that most of the country thought he’d lost the ability to after his accident on his father’s ill-fated yacht. Allen was now walking towards the two, a file in his hand. “Hey, Ollie.” Ollie? David really wanted to know the story behind this. “The analysis you asked for Captain.” He handed over the file.   Â
      Queen glanced at Allen, “Ready to go?” His voice was softer than David had expected it to be.   Â
 “Always.” Allen replied, taking one of Queen’s hands in his own as the two left.
      It seemed that Allen had found his Rob and if things were heading the way David thought they were then good for them. Barry Allen deserved to be happy.   Â
