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wishing I could freeze time so fanfic writers could write all of their slow-burn enemies to lovers and gay porn and fix-it fics and all of their WIPs and prompts without having to worry about life and other responsibilities
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)
Characters: Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)
Additional Tags: Love Confessions, of the accidental variety, Friends to Lovers, this might be the cheesiest fuckin thing i've ever written ngl
Summary:
“Yeah, well,” Barry folds his arms across his chest, sort of distracted thinking about the caseload he’ll be met with once he returns to the lab, “you’re lucky I love you.”
It’s only when Hal lets out an awkward laugh and draws back to look at him funny that Barry realizes what exactly he’s just said.
your fic "reset, restart" is one of the most fantastically delicious & angsty barry-centric fics I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Really really loved it. Such a great concept with such a great execution. (That timeline where he's just numb and self-isolating so he won't have anything left to lose? So he won't have to spend his life slowly losing his mind from fear? Dude what the FUCK I am gobbling that shit uppp) Came here right after reading, just wanted to stop by and thank you for sharing :]
thank you so much!!! reset, restart is a fic i had an absolute blast writing, and i’m pretty happy with how it turned out, so it’s amazing to know that ppl are enjoying it! there were so many things that i was looking to see in either fic or canon—exploring the short and long term aftermath of flashpoint, the angst that would naturally arise from Barry being used across DC media as effectively a way to reboot their universes and start fresh, Barry and Hal’s relationship that seems to transcend universes and timelines, Barry’s short but interesting history with the Psycho-Pirate and COIE in general—so this fic was a way for me to more or less scratch all those itches in one place.
thank you for the message and the kind words, i really appreciate it!! <3
Lot of HalBarry potential in post-back to life Barry still being the age he was when he died but everyone else around him is almost a whole decade older and he's a man stuck out of time with no direction to follow. Explaining the return of The Flash is one thing, but trying to explain the return of regular working guy Barry Allen? Impossible.
So what do you do when you're still in your early 30's [closer to Wally's age than everyone else's and isn't that fucking bizarre to think?] and having a crisis with no direction to go and feeling utterly lost and disconnected? Why you let your closest bestest totally-hetero best friend take you on spaceventures with him and live on Oa for a while, because every single Lantern out there knows how it feels to be 'away from home too long' and to come back to said home being irreversibly different from how you remember it
And when you're Hal Jordan, and your bestest friend in the whole wide universe has just come back from the dead and he's telling you he shouldn't have come back at all and he can't see why anyone would need (let alone want) him around anymore and you've been an absolute fucking wreck since he died, what do you do about all that?
You get really really protective. Possibly possessive even. You get clingy and attached and just a little jumpy and anxious whenever he isn't directly in your sights. Because you don't want to risk losing him again. You weren't there to save him that first time. You won't make that mistake again
“My best friend. My ally, who’s saved my lives more times than I can count. And I shatter him as recklessly as I shatter our friendship.”
PROMPT: reunion + healing. leave it to barry to carry guilt for something he did in a dream (it’s not abt the dream)
@halbarrysecretsanta gift for @galaxy---ghost!
[ID in alt + below cut]
Fancomic of a reunion between Barry Allen and Hal Jordan, page 1.
Panel 1: Barry and Hal sit atop a building, both in hero uniform except for Barry’s cowl pulled down. The city lights illuminate them from below against a starry dusk sky. Hal says, “Glad we can finally catch up with each other like this.”
Panel 2: Hal turns his head in Barry’s direction, revealing bright green cracks forming at the corner of his eye. “Must be nice to slow down for once, huh?” he says.
Panel 3: Closeup of Barry’s eyes going wide, noticing the fractures on Hal’s face.
Panel 4: Closeup of Hal’s eyes, green cracks spreading across his mask. The faint outline of his pupils glance up at Barry.
Panel 5: Barry looks stunned in return.
Panels 6-9: Sequence of the cracks spreading from Hal’s neck to his chest and arms, all the way down to his hand. Barry tentatively reaches out to place his hand on top of it, thumb rubbing the fracture on one of Hal’s fingers as if trying to smooth it out.
Panel 10: Barry turns his head away, the top half of his face cut off by the panel. “Yeah,” he says stiffly.
Page 2:
Panels 1-2: Hal is in silhouette, viewed from behind. He looks down at their hands before looking back up with a smile. “Someone’s clingy.”
Panel 3-5: The sequence of panels are outlined like cracked glass. Barry’s hand stills on top of Hal’s but he can’t bring himself to let go. He squeezes it instead. “Sorry,” he says. A close-up of his eye glances up, filled with guilt.
Panel 6: Hal looks back at Barry, the panel taking up most of the page and shattering like a broken window. In half of the shards, Hal is the same, present in GL uniform with the sky darkening behind him. In the other shards, Hal resembles the version of him from Barry’s nightmare, skin burnt and mottled with green cracks all over his body in the same place as what Barry had been seeing.
Current Hal starts to say, “You miss me that much?”
Nightmare Hal says in faint, cracked word bubbles, “It killed me, but you wouldn’t know that ‘cause you weren’t here. As usual.”
Current Hal continues to say, “C’mon, it hasn’t been THAT long.”
Page 3: Sequences of flashbacks fill the page like shattered glass. All the figures’ faces in each panel are obscured.
Panel 1: Parallax gestures with his arms out in a grandiose manner, green light swirling behind him. Barry’s narration box reads: “Hal…”
Panel 2: Barry’s Flash statue stands upright with a streak of green from Hal’s flight making a path right past him. The memory invokes the time Hal visited Barry’s statue after Barry’s death.
Panel 3: Barry looks down at his hand grimly, his whole body vibrating. Hal is right behind him, giving him a small, supportive smile. The memory invokes the time Barry came back to life with Hal comforting him as he tried to readjust.
Panel 4: Barry and Hal are sitting at a bar construct in the sky as Hal smiles at Barry with a hand on his shoulder. The memory invokes the time Hal gave Barry advice and reminded him that every second is a gift.
Panel 5: Barry’s POV of looking at his own hands, sharp-taloned and weathered by the Speed Force. His suit is singed off up to his wrists and sparks fly off his skin. Past his hands is Nightmare Hal’s dismembered body, broken up into fractured blocks. The memory invokes the time Barry shattered Hal in Knight Terrors. Barry’s narration box reads: “I could never miss you enough.”
Page 4:
Panel 1-2: Flash-forward to Hal and Barry on the roof, a close-up of Barry’s hand on Hal’s as before, except they both resemble the ones from the nightmare. He lifts his hand off of Hal’s. The panels are outlined like cracked glass.
Panel 3-5: The panels are outlined in green. Barry forces a smile, looking up at the sky instead of Hal. “You wish,” he says. The next panel zooms in on their hands which have returned to normal. Barry’s hand now sits next to Hal’s, but it’s vibrating tensely against him. A close-up of Hal’s eyes glance down at it.
Panel 6: From behind, Hal stares up ahead pensively. Barry is silhouetted, head tilted downwards.
Page 5: A series of 3 present-day panels overlay a backdrop of sequential panels. The background panels are framed like a broken window, each fracture a panel.
Present-day panels:
Panel 1: Barry’s hand vibrates tensely when it gets nudged by Hal’s pinky. Hal and Barry’s hands resemble their hands from the nightmare, with Hal’s hand fractured with green cracks and Barry’s hand sharp and weathered. A panel in the background reveals a shot of Barry looking down in trepidation at Hal’s touch.
Panel 2: Hal’s hand reaches over Barry’s hand, fingers going beneath his palm. The cracks in Hal’s hand are fading. Barry’s hand is also starting to return to normal.
Panel 3: Hal’s fingers interlock with Barry’s. Hal and Barry’s hands have fully returned to normal, without cracks or injury.
Background panels, from left to right: Nightmare Barry balls his hand into a fist before it gets swept away in a motion of lightning. Nightmare Hal’s hand is severed, the open wound blotchy, bright red, and solid without bone. The ring on his fist gradually pulls him together, veins stretching out to connect the pieces. Present-day Hal holds Barry’s hand as Barry slowly, tentatively reciprocates. The previously weathered fingers of his suit have rematerialized.
The background panels circle a cracked opening in the corner, framing a shot of Barry. He looks at Hal with wide, glowing eyes. Confusion, fear, and hope cross his face.
Page 6: A splash page of Barry and Hal sitting atop the building, angled from below. Hal holds their hands up, their knees tapping together. He smiles, responding simply, “I missed you too, buddy.”
I hope you like your gift! I chose the prompt 'Friends to Enemies with sexual tension' and decided to divide it in 3 parts:
1. Friends, 2. Enemies, 3. Sexual tension
It really was a pleasure having you, you always make me smile with your # and you give me so much room with your prompts (Even if I just used this one)
I wanna thank @halbarrysecretsanta for organizing and managing Secret Santa and for being such a big support, you did great, as always 💐
OH MY GOSH HI!!! I was not expecting to receive a gift this early 😂 but thank you!!! I love how the background becoming less parallel the more their relationship becomes complicated x3c and the way the colors change from a bright, cheery red and green, to a dark yellow and red, then to a flirty light yellow and almost pink 😆😆🥰
Also weird sidenote but I like the way u draw barrys nose? Very boopable. Like if I tapped it, it wouldn't prick me into an 100 year sleep. Not that there's anything wrong w that but...idk it just looks squishy. Boop-y. Kissable even 🥺😚
He can't believe he ever worked in tandem with him.
"Take a picture yet?" He tossed his head towards him. And though his eyes were covered, Barry didn't need to see them to know he was eyeing him with the way he tilts his head and smirks.
The way his yellow suit reflects in the sun, he could be confused for Eobard. But even Eobard has a spine.
"What do you want?" Barry demands.
He makes a hand motion and five other Yellow Lanterns sink from the sky. "A trade."
Gritting his teeth, Barry narrowed his eyes. As if he'd ever make a trade with the right-hand man of a dictator.
"You see, since I'm from Earth, Sinestro put me in charge of taking it over. And I thought maybe Central City would like to fall first." He holds an arm out, signaling the other Yellow Lanterns to step forward. "Of course, we can make a trade, and maybe I won't start in Central."
"You're sick!" Bolting from his spot, landing a hit right in his chest. Having him fly back. Barry follows him.
This is not Hal. He refuses to believe it. They lost Hal Jordan the moment that succubus of a yellow ring attached itself onto this thing's hand. Barry grieves for Hal. Not this.
Skidding away from his conjured, glowing chains, Barry dives from the other Yellow Lanterns' attacks as he races up a building. The glowing tendrils trail behind as he leaps from roof railing. Twisting back to blow a punch to his back, he's stopped midair when the chains catch up.
Wrapping around his wrist with a flick of that thing's hand. The Yellow Lantern turns, revealing that same annoying smirk as he floats closer.
"Barry." His face splits into a plotting smile.
"Don't call me that." Barry hisses, pulling back.
He places up a hand, commanding the others to hold their attacks.
"What? Scared you might fall?" The chains jerk up and down, bouncing Barry around before pulling him in armslength of that monster. He slides a finger from the back of Barry's jaw to his chin. Blue eyes linger on thin lips before his face is lifted until their eyes lock. His grin widens. "Again?"
With a scorn, Barry vibrates his wrist free. A barrage of attacks follows his drop through a tree's canopy before whirling his arms to slow his descent.
But before he could land, something shoots through the leaves and into his flesh. With a shout, he's slammed against his back, knocking the air from his lungs.
Peering up with teary eyes, he finds himself hanging by two yellow arrows plunged into brick.
Ironic.
"Ollie would hate you for this." Barry squirms, biting back a painful cry as the arrows pull on his shoulders.
"Oh, I know." The Lantern gracefully floats down, "But you like it, don't you?"
Scowling as best he could, he desperately taps into the Speedforce, knowing this one is going to hurt. With his hands against the wall, eyes squeezed tight, and head pressed to brick, he begins to vibrate. A warm gush of blood dribbles from either side.
Then there's a hand grazing up his side. He jerks away, losing his concentration. Breathing heavily, he shamefully peeks open his eyes.
The thing hums low and approvingly at his reaction. Eyes halflidded as he pulls him in closer until their chests press together. Fingers clutching onto his waist, bruising his pale skin underneath.
Then, the stress on his shoulders release. He involuntarily lets out a shaky breath as yellow light dissipates. Letting a crimson red leak down his arm, staining his suit as his skin begins to mend.
"I missed you." He practically coos, but his voice is husky. Dipping down a few octaves as one hand releases its hold on his waist. Coming over to gentley run over the patched puncture.
Barry grabs at his wrists. His mouth turned into something unsure because that feeling's back in his chest. That strange mixture of warmth and distrust whenever he sees this moralless husk of his best friend.
He hates him. He hates him.
"I hate you."
A devilish spark alights in his eyes. "Is that right?"
Dragging his hands to Barry's waist, he runs his palms up and down the length of his thighs.
Biting the inside of his lip, Barry lets him lift his legs until his thighs are grazing his sides. Then, almost experimentally, pulling away so Barry would clamp his legs around him.
"Stop it." He said behind clenched teeth. Barry shifts, trying to free himself when he notices the filming crowd growing right under them.
He smooths his hands over Barry's, getting him to release his grip before holding his thighs right where they are. It was tender. It was loving. God, it was everything he dreamed it'd be.
Something like a breathless sob escapes his mouth.
"Don't cry, Bar." He runs its thumb over his cheek before cupping his face.
"Don't touch me." Barry bats away his hand, ignoring the way the Lantern presses closer. "What d'you want from me?"
"You know what I want from you." He leans up, eyes still halflidded but anticipatory.
Barry lets out an uncomfortable breath. Glancing down at the onlookers, he looks back into his eyes.
This wouldn't be their first time. This wouldn't even be their second. But they never did it with people watching, and he was never this direct.
He hates him. He hates him.
The Lantern gingerly strokes at Barry's waist with an upward motion, hinting at his ever-present army.
"Fine."
Swallowing, he steels himself. Placing his hands on that thing's shoulders and leaning down. He glances to the crowd once more, just to find a news camera pointed their way.
He hates him. He hates him.
Squeezing his eyes shut and pressing their lips together, he feels a weight on the back of his head, keeping him there.
He hates this. He hates this.
"You're stiff." The thing murmurs, breaking them apart.
"I am not." Barry seethed.
"Yes, you are." He mutters, yanking him back in. Moving Barry's head in a way that has their lips slot together and lets him pry his mouth open with his tongue.
His gloved fingers caressing dangerously above his tensed thigh, making Barry antsily groan. Not loud enough for anyone around them to hear, but loud enough to feel the Lantern grin under him and pull back.
Seems like his pride was all he wanted since the next thing Barry knows he's dropped to the ground. Some good samaritans catch him the last few feet and slowly place him on his feet, while other civilians try to reach up and fight the Yellow Lanterns themselves.
"A deal's a deal, Flash." He salutes, "Central's spared." He turns, "For now."
Then he's flying off with the others.
Catching his breath, he leans against the wall, knees weak with the way he said "Flash" as if he still cares. Turning to face the public, he tells them to remain calm and start evacuating the city.
Finally pulling himself from the wall, he let himself follow the yellow light, hoping to catch them before they can properly strike.
"Flash to Justice League." He pressed on his comm, "We have a Code Yellow."
"Where are they?" Superman's voice crackles to life.
"Heading north east. Get ready."
"Roger."
Pulling his finger off his comm, he bites down on the tingling of his lips with a grimace.
hi! i love your writing. do you plan on posting your ficlets to ao3? i’d love to bookmark them!
hey, thanks! and honestly you’ve just given me the push to add crossposting to my to do list. i think i’ll compile them all into a single work to keep them in the same place because they’re so short.
i’m glad you’re liking them, they’ve been so much fun to write :)
Hal might have physically made it to the emergency Justice League meeting Batman had the audacity to call so suddenly at 4 o'clock in the morning, but mentally he’s still half asleep. The room is dead silent, even though mostly everyone has arrived by now, save for Barry—who they’re expecting to be fifteen minutes late as usual—and Clark. The only solace Hal is able to draw upon is that he’s clearly not the only one royally peeved by the ungodly wakeup call, as Dinah and Oliver are both glaring daggers at Bats and Arthur has already made three snappish comments since he got here five minutes ago.
All Hal knows is there better be a damn good reason for this.
Clark showing up a minute later with his arms full of donut boxes and coffees doesn’t exactly ease the high tensions in the room, but Hal does perk up a bit when the smell of strong coffee hits his nose. He mumbles a quick, “thanks, man,” when Clark places a coffee with Green Lantern written on it in front of him. Grabbing it, he’s about to take a long, desperate gulp when he sees, out of the corner of his eye, Clark place a cup labeled Flash in front of Barry’s empty chair. Even through the brain fog that’s severely impairing his ability to think, he remembers something important.
“Hey, that’s decaf, right?” Hal asks, breaking the silence in the room. Clark turns and gives him a questioning look, so Hal points at Barry’s coffee and elaborates. “Barry’s coffee. It’s decaf, right? He doesn’t drink anything with caffeine in it.”
“Oh! Yeah, it’s decaf,” Clark clarifies, offering a cheery, chipper smile that burns Hal’s retinas. He looks well rested and ready to start the day, the midwestern farm boy in him making him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of them. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.”
“Cool, cool,” Hal nods, settling back in his chair. He finally goes in for a sip of his coffee and barely manages to refrain from moaning out loud when the bitter taste hits his tongue. “Thanks,” he adds as an afterthought.
The silence resumes. Only, Hal realizes that instead of everyone in the room staring at Batman, they’re now all staring at him, with varying looks ranging from confused to bewildered. Or, in Bruce’s case, unamused and unimpressed.
“What?” Hal frowns.
“That was just very, um,” Arthur trails off, as if he can’t find the words to complete his thought.
“Cute,” Dinah interjects to finish the thought hanging in the air. She suddenly seems wide awake now, leaning forward eagerly whilst gripping the edge of the table with both hands, eyes glimmering with way too much knowing for Hal’s comfort. “Adorable, even.”
“Shut up,” Hal rolls his eyes, but to his horror he can feel his face begin to heat up. He fixes Dinah with a glare and hopes to god Clark will have the decency to not call attention to the way his heart has begun to pound against his ribcage. “For the last time, Barry and I are just friends. And for the record, making sure your buddy has the right drink does not mean you’re in love with him.”
“Uh, huh,” Dinah says, but the smirk on her face tells Hal his point didn’t quite land the way he’d intended it to. Meanwhile, at the opposite side of the table, Hal sees J’onn pull out a miniature notebook out of his pocket and begin carefully writing notes, as he tends to do when conversations about human culture come up.
“Why didn’t you ask if my coffee is decaf?” Oliver cuts in, sounding oddly hurt.
“Do you… drink decaf coffee?” Hal asks, confused.
“No,” Oliver glowers, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at his untouched cup of coffee.
“Then why would I—”
A hand slams down onto the table, and with that the room goes silent as everyone turns to where Batman is looming over them, appearing in no mood for small talk or discussion of Hal’s love life. Hal thinks this might be one of the rare times when he and the Bat find themselves in strong agreement.
“Might I remind everyone at this table that we have an emergency, globe threatening situation on our hands?” Bruce glares around the table. “We should begin briefing now; Flash can be filled in on what he missed at the end.”
Ten minutes into a very tense briefing, Barry finally decides to show his face. His face is even more shadowed with sleep deprivation than anyone else, and Hal instantly suspects he didn’t sleep at all, but he figures he’ll grill him on that later. Barry’s eyes brighten when they land on the cup of coffee and full box of donuts in front of him.
Barry picks up the coffee, inspects it for a second, and that’s when Hal leans in and whispers, “I checked—it’s decaf.”
And the way Barry beams at him, it does what even Hal’s coffee couldn’t achieve—it has him teeming with energy, ready to start the day.
hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god
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