WE CAN BE HEROES.

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏꜰ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴍʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ.

[hardtraveling]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎˜”°•.˜”°• LIFE IS A TEST AND I GET BAD MARKS •°”˜.•°”˜

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎[ carrd ] [ prompts ] [ elsewhere ]

[he11blaze]

 " i didn't expect that from you -- i thought rich boys didn't like sharing. very modern, though, i like it. very bohemian. " with all the barely-restrained laughter in john's mocking tone, it likely wasn't easy to gauge how genuine he was actually being. it was a bit of both, really. he approved and thought it hilarious in equal measure.

" oh, trust me, there's no mixing up you lot. you should be asking 'im that one. " and then, with an exaggerated american accent, " 'can you even tell your blonds apart, honey?' proper fuckin' funny shite, that. "

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎RICH BOYS RARELY DID share well, but ollie had been playing at robin hood for long enough now to know the basics, at least. it was better than anyone he'd met that still kept a stick up there about nearly everything and anything they could.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he'd spent most of his years pining after his best friend while never getting to see him, or spending a whole roadtrip wondering if he should just kiss him already and get it over with. so yeah, he knew how to share. to an extent. “ he's definitely not mixing us up, either. trust me. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was it a bit of a possessive streak ? who's to say. “ y'know, i do have a question for you though. since we're talking about relationships, have you always known you were bi ? ” a smooth subject change.

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎JOHN ALWAYS LOVED PLAYING coy, but it was easy to see through. the blond raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but not unamused. “ you ever heard of an open marriage ? he can sleep with you all he wants, and so can i. getting jealous would just be hypocritical. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎not that he didn't still have some moments where jealousy struck in the weirdest ways. oliver wasn't perfect, far from it. “ what, is your next plan calling his name while we're having sex ? ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎CONT. // @he11blaze

[hardtraveling]

oh honey, i'm home [ ... ]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎HE KNEW IT WAS coming, but that didn't make it any less exciting. any extended periods away always left him like this, that physical ache of not being around the person who knew him best in this world.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ollie had a promise to keep. he ran to hug hal as tight as he could, face buried against his shoulder. “ fucking finally. ” his voice was muffled by the other man's shoulder, but he didn't care.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎after a moment, he pulled back enough to look at him with a smirk. a hand gently cupped hal's jaw, “ unless you're starving or something, i'm dragging you right to the bedroom so say your peace now or -- ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WIRE SHENANS // @2814s

[hisdue]

❝ 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘. 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊. 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊. ❞

DC COMICS' 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 as schemed by dan.

[2814s]

it felt silly, stressing over his feelings like a kid with a schoolyard crush. and yet, he harbored so much love for the blond in every single thing he did.

every petty fight, and every late night conversation, and even the arrow that struck him through the heart following his betrayal [ ... ] each and every single component of this friendship was a result of a deep-rooted love they both held for the other. ❛ but you're buying half, you cheap bastard. ❜ hal chuckled, brown eyes twinkling as he looked over at the other once more.

❛ when we were laying on the hood of that shitty old pickup truck, talking and looking at the stars [ ... ] i almost kissed you. ❜ there was a pause in between his thoughts. ❛ wish i had then, but this just proves we never do anything the easy way. never have. ❜

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OLLIE HAD WANTED TO kiss him for so long now, hearing those words from the brunette still felt unreal. like he was having the best dream of his life and he'd wake up any minute now.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎god, they really did find the hardest possible paths. maybe it was time to break that habit, at least once. “ let's pretend we've got a do-over then, jordan. i want a proper kiss, romance and all. ”

[2814s]

continued ask : @hardtraveling & continued from here.

watching with intention as the blond knocked his drink back, hal pressed his lips together in a thin line, waiting for the inevitable joke to reach its punchline. who was he kidding? they'd been doing this song and dance for many, many years now. they flirted, they teased, and at the end of the day, they were just hal and ollie, the hard traveling heroes.

hal brought the rim of his own glass to his lips, sipping rather than taking it all in at once [ ... ] which, perhaps he was somewhat thankful for, as he would have spit his drink all over the other at his confession. ❛ jesus, you weren't joking. ❜ a shameful laugh erupted, and hal rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

❛ if it makes you feel any better, i've known how i felt about you since, uh [ ... ] let's see, what year was our big road trip? ❜ he teased playfully, hoping to cut through any awkward tension that might have risen out of the confession. it didn't feel real to him ⸻ not quite yet. sitting with this a bit longer, and with a bit more whiskey in his system, it would all hit him just how surreal it was that his best friend felt the same.

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎DESPITE THEIR TEASING AND constant cycle of it back and forth, hal had asked genuinely. masks down, if he meant it. years of their lives, it was always bound to come out in a silly way like this.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's just a weight off his chest to know that it was mutual. definitely a little ridiculous that it is, and has been for so long -- but they got there. that was all that mattered. “ we're gonna need so many more drinks. of course it'd take us years and years, wouldn't it ? ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎oliver shook his head, chuckling softly. “ god, you should've just kissed me on that trip. we've missed out on so many years of crazy makeout sessions in the watchtower and the corniest possible dates. ”

[hardtraveling]

if ollie wanted a drink to spill the truth, a drink is what he'd get. hal had been harboring feelings for his best friend for far too long to not let his curiosity get the best of him [ ... ] so when ollie had dropped ( over text, mind you ) that he was hopelessly in love with hal, he needed an honest to god answer, before he made the mistake of getting his hopes up.

he slid a glass the other's way, cocking a brow. a silent cue, hoping for ollie to start talking.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎LIQUID COURAGE WASN'T SOMETHING he usually needed. he tried not to, at least. he'd seen what it did to his son for years, knew the dangers and risks of it all. hell, he'd seen hal's on and off battle with it too. but this ? this was where it was certainly allowed.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he raised the glass in a half-hearted cheers before throwing it back. more like a shot, even though it definitely wasn't a shot --

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ you want the truth, hal ? you sure you can handle it ? ” the tease is all he can do to delay it, to give himself just a little more time before everything changes. “ pretty sure i've been in love with you from the very start. kinda hard not to fall for that face. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WIRE SHENANS // @2814s

[he11blaze]

 " objectified? christ, d'you even hear yourself? i were being nice. " not that john could wrap his head around why, exactly, that might hurt someone's feelings ( he quite enjoyed it, after all ), which was driven home by his eyes drifting down to ollie's exposed body even while they bickered.

" don't you get all bloody 'igh and mighty with me, you tosser. we both know you only ring me up to treat me like a charity case, like you're doing a stray dog some big favour. or worse, when you want a bloke you won't make gag on it. maybe just 'cuz hal won't answer your calls, issat it? "

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎A CHARITY CASE WAS enough to get him fired up. because it was obviously dumb, he called on him when he needed magic help, and was willing to pay him enough to keep him comfortable to do it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was how he'd always been, he'd always tried to use his wealth for something better -- but the mention of hal is enough to get him out of bed, pointing at john. if looks could kill, the fake blond was a dead man. “ you do not get to bring him into this bullshit, john. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎an obvious sore spot, when there was a bit of truth to it. they'd been in a rough patch, but they always came back to each other. “ i call you because you're one of the best at what you do. i pay you well because it's what i do. you're not charity, but you sure are an asshole. ”

[cheshuiniza]

[he11blaze]

 " oi, you're sulking now? really? " it wasn't the first time a partner gave him the cold shoulder, but he certainly wasn't expecting it from ollie, and especially not after he'd already been given the green light to leave early.

" what do you want me to say? that were the best shag i've ever had? " john lingered just feet from the door to carry on, but not without a scoff and a roll of his eyes. " even if it were, i'd still not tell you. i'll be walking funny for the next couple'a days an' i think you've dislocated my bloody jaw. there, that's the closest to a compliment as i get. happy now? "

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE ARCHER ROLLED HIS own eyes, scrubbing at his face. the blanket was barely covering his lap as oliver sat up more. “ sulking ? you're the fucking king of sulking, that's rich. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he only hoped that jaw hurt enough to make him remember for a while. “ shame on me for not appreciating being objectified. especially right to my face. but i must've forgot, the whole world's supposed to revolve around you and that ego, right ? ”

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[he11blaze]

 " oh, we can be adults about it? good, right, tha's easy, then. " the quicker he resumed getting dressed ( definitely ollie's left sock, so he'd have to toss it aside -- and ollie's shirt, but it was too late to take it off again ), the less time he had to consider whether or not he only wanted a quick fuck.

" it weren't bad, y'know that? i'll give you a bell the next time i feel like shagging a blond again. " great, that was most of his clothes on, or at least enough to start inching towards ollie's bedroom door with a sheepish grin. " or, y'know, if i just feel like i could use some more shut-eye on those million-bloody-threadcount sheets. s'not personal though, love. i swerve everybody. "

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THAT WAS THE CONSTANTINE special, wasn't it. entirely what he'd been expecting the moment they wound up in ollie's bedroom. he didn't bother getting up at all, still fully naked from the night before. he'd worry about cleaning everything up after breakfast.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's the ' weren't bad ' that got him. “ uh huh. classy as always, warlock. there's a great breakfast burrito truck down on 10th, grab something from there and then get outta my city. i'll see ya once the whole world decides to try to blow up again next. ”

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎SLEEPING WITH JOHN WAS probably one of his lower low points, despite the fact that the warlock was stupidly hot. he was also an incredibly bad idea, always had been. but a really good fuck.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was the deepest sleep he'd had in months, only interrupted by his alarm. oliver groaned, scrubbing at his face before cracking open an eye. to be expected, john was trying to sneak out. and falling over.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the archer snorted, sitting up and yawning. “ uh huh. cause you were definitely just sneaking out to get brekkie. what, can't be an adult and just say you wanted a quick fuck ? i'm a big boy, john. i'll live. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎CONT. // @he11blaze

[hardtraveling]

anyway this is every jla meeting to me --

[hardtraveling]

You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎POST-MISSION REPORTS WERE always his least favorite part of the job, hands down. every single bone in his body was aching for a hot bath with some crazy smelling bath salts, and instead he had to sit in front of his colleagues and tell them all about his recon.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎including the point in recon where his cover was blown due to circumstances entirely outside of his control, circumstances that were supposed to have been dealt with beforehand.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎definitely didn't make it any easier, gritting through any pain from his side from the fall he'd taken earlier. by the time he was done speaking and seated once again, he raised a brow at john. “ ah, careful there johnny. might end up thinking you care about me. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎oliver kept his tone lower to not interrupt clark, who had taken over to go into the next part of the plan. “ i've had worse, i'll live. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BLOOD ON YOUR SLEEVE // @he11blaze

[he11blaze]

 " guess not, then. seeing as i'm - " john's throat gave a strangled 'gh!' as the tie was pulled tighter. not that it actually restricted his airway enough to cut him off mid-sentence, but the slight pressure distracted him. dusted his face with a warm flush. " - i'm never good. "

nice save. and although ollie had already loosened it again, john tugged the knot further away from his neck and popped the top button on his shirt just to give himself room to breathe.

" yeah, alright, don't let it go to your 'ead. " john rolled his eyes, but it wasn't without a grin creeping its way back onto his face. " you need me, so you best not give me a reason to leave early. "

[hardtraveling]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE FLUSH DOESN'T GO unnoticed, but it's to be expected with the earlier line of questioning paired with it. he watched as john undid some of his work, arms crossed over his chest.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ollie was already dressed in a tux that would be considered fancy even by the group of snobs waiting for them just outside. he had to make it look good, after all. he was a queen.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ what, is money suddenly not good enough for you to stick around ? you really think i'm that hot, john ? i'm flattered, but your reputation really is gonna go down the gutter for that one. ” he can't help but tease with a smirk, gesturing for the door to see if he was finally ready.