James needs to fuck more straight men. James needs to fuck ONLY straight men. COME ON free use when the other Rogues all strike out with women at the bar!
Still late but for day 7 or 6 I can't remember which is is, whichever ever has the prompt "Whump" for @pipsterweek
Fandom: DC
Relationship: James Jesse/Hartley Rathaway, James Jesse & Hartley Rathaway
Warnings: none
Tags: Post-Comic: Countdown to Final Crisis Vol. 1 (2007), Comic: Countdown to Final Crisis Vol. 1 (2007), Necromancy, sorta, Anti-life equation, Dead People, Canon Disabled Character, Borderline Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Mention of tampering with medication, Hartley Rathaway is Not Okay, Hartley Rathaway Needs a Hug, Rats, Vomiting, Crying, Post-Canon Fix-It, Paranoia, mentioned ableism, mentioned panic attacks, Mentioned Delusions and Hallucinations, Fear of Abandonment, Gen or Pre-Slash, Whump
Word count: 1,306
Summary:
âYou can do anything you desire, and all you have to do is play.â
Anythingâany little thought, even if impossible. He guessed it made sense, given the things he'd done since he could form a thought.
But⊠anything.
Blow up a planet.
Raise theâŠ
Or
Hartley doing more than blowing up a planet with the Anti-life equation.
Breaking into Belle Reve wasn't exactly how he thought he'd spend his time post-getting chased across multiple states, shot at, and almost killed; only to find out that it was all planned out by a New Good who wanted to use him for some stupid Equation he didn't even know he possessed before that moment.
It sounded crazy.Â
He felt crazy⊠Nothing he hadn't been labeled before.
Heck, for all he knew this was just some hallucination and delusion. He had been off his meds since he'd been on the run. Maybe a bit before that too. Wolfe thought it was something of a joke to mess around with his meds.
Prick.
And yet⊠it all seemed like simpler days. Running around with the Rogues, playing cat and mouse with Barry, and Breedmore well⊠not the best memories there. What came after was; helping people, Wally, Linda, the whole Flash Family and being a part of that, saving the world more than once, JamesâŠ
Not his Jamesâwell, yes, his James but⊠not the Rogue, not his Trickster. He was sweet, he was good. Maybe too sweet or good for him. They never got to end things. Too much happened. He knew James hated him, he'd leave, it was always going to happen. He shouldn't have even started dating or getting close to people because he would just hurt them and screw up their lives.
All of them. His friends. His partners. The Rogues. His family. JerrieâŠ.
She was probably so scared⊠wherever she ended up. He never found out⊠he never⊠how could he�
He threw his back against the wall, hard enough to hurt, and slid down to the floor. His throat ached as he sobbed for what must have been the twentieth time just that day. He was exhausted after every time, crawling his way out of panic attacks and trying to convince himself that he was alive⊠that he was real.
Why did everyone have to leave him all the time? He tried to be what everyone wanted him to be, what he could give, and yet it was never enoughâhe could never do enough.
Rats crawled over him, most of them trying to find a warm place in his cloak or costume to snuggle in and sleep. They had helped him break in and out of Belle Reve after all. Certainly deserved treats he didn't have on him at the moment; couldn't even remember the last time he ate.
One crawled up his chest and tucked himself in the crook of his neck.Â
At least he had them.
His eyes drifted to the body bag laying in the middle of the room.Â
Maybe someone else tooâŠ
What did that manâor New God even say?
âYou can channel the anti-life equation⊠you can bring it to life in a way no one can, not even a New God.â
Stronger than a god, huh? Weather Wizard would be jealous.
He smiled, imagining the conversation and how that would happen. Curled up on an old couch or chair in one of their hideouts arguing over a few drinks, maybe a couple of the guys playing cards, and in turn them getting yelled at for arguing too loud; the smell of cigarettes in the air, and Samâs cigars.
And TricksterâŠ
His chest fluttered, breath quivering.
There were the waterworks againâŠ. Could he cry anymore?
âThe chaos and suffering! If you play, you can end it.â
He scoffed, wiping away the few tears that fell. Well⊠he made it all go away. The whole damn thing. The entire planet just⊠poof.Â
He didn'tâ
No. No, he didâhe meant to. He meant it. All of it.
Is that what this was? What the anti-life equation was? What he was?
âA rare human vessel for the anti-life.â
It was him, he was it?
Whatever the fuck that meant.
âYou can do anything you desire, and all you have to do is play.â
Anythingâany little thought, even if impossible. He guessed it made sense, given the things he'd done since he could form a thought.
But⊠anything.
Blow up a planet.
Raise theâŠ
He exhaled steadily.
The body bag was a deep blue. Property of Belle Reve plastered across the front. The rats were scurrying around it; a familiar scent, one that was allowed to handle them⊠a dead scent. Multiple of them kept alerting him every time they caught a sniff of the stench.
He didn't mindâdidnât care, and in a sick way almost preferred it.
Defrosting.
That's what happens when things that were frozen were brought out.
A thawed, rottedâŠ
He grabbed his flute and pushed himself off the wall and to his knees. Rats shifted around as he crawled to one end of the bag.Â
The smell grew stronger.Â
He hesitated. He needed to see him. He needed to. He just needed to seeâ
He grabbed the zipper, yanked it down half way, and shoved the sides apart.
He chuckled, feeling those tears once again.
At least the people that took James' body had the decency of leaving his clown in that ridiculous outfit of his. He ran his hand along the orange and blue stripes; nothing but a firm cold body beneath them. His cape was still attached, bunched up under him.
He looked up. Domino mask still in place. Tattered, covered in blood, but still in place. His whole face was covered in blood. That normally blonde and fluffy hair of his, covered in a dark red, crusted and flaking off all over the place.
Head wounds bled a lot after all.
And⊠how?
He followed his right arm down.
His handsâboth hands!? One was stitched back, attached from where he hadâŠÂ
His stomach churned, bile burned his throat and coated his mouth as he quickly turned to the side; one of his rats narrowly missed the down pour.
He spit and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. A silent apology to his rats; he took a deep breath.
James would never forgive him. He wouldâ
He stopped.
Anything he desiredâŠ? Whatever he wanted to happen, couldâwould happen. If he just played. Made any little noise. Just as he had always done. Whatever he wantedâŠ.Â
He couldn't be on the side of the angels alone.
He grabbed his flute, pressed the mouthpiece to his chin and blew. A soft string of notes flowed out as he focused on keeping his breath even. He increased the pressure, feeling it grow louder.
The skin around the stitches in James' hand started to form. The jagged edges reattached themselves faster than he expected; muscle, tendons, all the layers of flesh, and within seconds the stitches were useless.
He closed his eyes trying to focus on playing. When he opened them he looked at the hole in the middle of his friend's forehead; now a closing hole. What had happened to his hand was happening again. He tried not to look too close, worried he would have to stop to empty whatever was left in his stomach again if he did.
James had taken that shot for him. He had put his life on the line for him. That somehow, some God knew he would do with such certainty thatâŠ
He played faster and watched as what happened in front of him followed. The gaping wound quickly became nothing, only dried blood evidence it was once there. The pale pallor grew steadily with a tinge of red; cheeks flushed, his lips and nails lost their tinge of blue.
He stopped playing and lowered his flute.
He ran his hand through the ends of James' hair, pushed it away from his ear, and lowered his lips to it and whispered.
âWake up.â
Jamesâ chest rose, his eyes shot open, and he gasped.Â
Anonymous Sex (1465 words) by BookofOdym
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), The Flash (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James Jesse/Hartley Rathaway
Characters: James Jesse, Hartley Rathaway
Additional Tags: Anonymous Sex, Glory Hole, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Internalized Homophobia
Summary:
James goes to a glory hole only for it to be manned by his best friend.
The Giuseppe's Get Set on Fire, Yay! (1013 words) by BookofOdym
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), The Flash (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James Jesse/Hartley Rathaway
Characters: James Jesse, Hartley Rathaway
Additional Tags: Meeting the Family, Past Child Abuse, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Slurs
Summary:
James' circus returns to Central City. This is a bad thing.
Very late I know and behind as always but for day 2 of @pipsterweek for "Rogues find out"
Fandom: dc
Relationship: James Jesse/Hartley Rathaway, Jerrie Rathaway & Axel Walker & Billy Hong & Owen Mercer
Tags: Canon Disabled Character, Walking In On Someone, sorta, Jerrie is judging Hartley, The Rogues As Family (The Flash), American Sign Language, Hartley's sex life is inconveniencing Jerrie's routine, thank you very much, Sneaking Out, Teenagers, AAC Usage, @ James Jesse stop traumatizing your son
Word count: 1007
Summary:
James and Hartley were laid out on the pull out futon. Her brother cuddled up to Jamesâ side while James was spread out across the mattress. Both of them were wearing far less clothes than she would have liked.Â
Billy reached across and pulled the door shut just as quickly as it had been opened with a far off stare. âYeah, that happens sometimes."
Or
Jerrie, Billy, Owen, and Axel run into a unexpected obstacle when trying to sneak out
They were breaking out.Â
Well⊠sneaking out more like it, but that sounded less dramatic. Their parents and her big brother were The Rogues after all; dramatic were their middle names.
Sorta. Hartleyâs was Robert butâ
âJerrie!â
She snapped her head around. Billy, Owen, and Axel were ahead of her sneaking down the hallway.Â
âSpacing off. Come on!â Billy whisper-yelled.
Axel stopped at the end of the hall and peaked around the corner. âClear.â
She caught up, grabbing the notepad from her pocket and tapping Billy to get his attention. She usually preferred her tablet for communicating but notepad and signing would have to work for now. She grabbed her pen and quickly scribbled on the paper then turned it around to him. âRats?â
He nodded. âAxel!
âWhat?
âRats?â
âCrap!â Axel exclaimed under his breath.
Jerrie pushed ahead of them and peaked around the corner Axel had his back too. Their exit strategy, the back door, was being guarded by a bunch of rats. She really needed to talk to Hartley about his anxiety.
She grabbed some treats from her other pocket. She clicked her tongue to get their attention and then tossed the treats away from the door and watched as they all ran to eat them.
Axel laughed. âToo easy.âÂ
They pushed forward and got to the door. She took the lead and slowly turned the door handle. She paused and felt the rest of them jolt to a stop behind her as the door was pushed open.Â
Clothes were scattered everywhere. The carpet was rucked up. Some items from a nearby desk looked like they had been thrown off. And in the middle of the room James and Hartley were laid out on the pull out futon. Her brother cuddled up to Jamesâ side while James was spread out across the mattress. Both of them were wearing far less clothes than she would have liked.Â
Billy reached across and pulled the door shut just as quickly as it had been opened with a far off stare. âYeah, that happens sometimes. Let's just go through the window.â
She shook her head. Now of all times. Her brotherâs horny-ness couldn't wait to do it another night when they weren't supposed to be looking after them? She knew the adoption was a bad idea.
She rolled her eyes and followed Billy as he began to fiddle with the window.
âUhâŠâ Axel cocked his head. âI thought Piper had a boyfriend?â
Jerrie turned her notepad to him and Owen. âBroke up.â
âAnd your mom?â Owen asked Billy.
âOne time thing.â He gestured to himself. âObviously.â He popped the lock and put it to the side.
Owen and Axel shared a perplexed look. âWait. How long have theyââ he gestured to the door.
âWe don't need to talk about that.â Billy waved Owen off while pushing up the window to the fire escape.
Jerrie tapped Owen. âWhile.â She turned it back to her to write, thenâ âOn and off.â
Billy craned his neck from where he was halfway out the window. âJerrie!â He yelped, quickly catching himself from slipping. âCan you not?!â He hopped down as they followed through.
She waited, slipped her notepad into her pocket when it was her turn to go through and shrugged after she hopped out. âHe's my big brother.â She sharply signed. She softly shut the window behind her.
âAnd that's my dad!â He dropped down to the next balcony. âWhat if your dad was hooking up with someone other than you mom?â
She leaned over the railing as he looked up at her. âHe's dead.â
He loudly groaned, resulting in all of them harshly shushing him.
âHonestly, if any of the guys were fucking, my money would be on Piper and Trickster.â Owen hoped down after Billy.
âYou've thought of this?â
Axel nodded, ignoring Billy. âMines on Wizard and Mirror Master.â
âSam?â Owen asked.
âEvan.â
Jerrie nodded. âMakes sense.â She pressed the back of her fist on the underside of her chin, waiting behind Axel.
âYeah.â He looked down at Owen. âIf anyone were doing Sam it would be your dad.â
âWhatâ?!â Owen caught himself from slipping down the ladder. He hopped the rest of the way to the ground and recomposed himself. âMy dad's straight.â
Jerrie snapped her fingers to get his attention. âYou sure about that?â
âApple doesn't fall far from the tree.â Axel slid his way down the ladder to the floor.
âWhatâs that supposed toââ He paused; hesitated. âYeah, okay, whateverâŠâ
Axel smiled. âNightwing, huh?â
âShut up.â
Axel shrugged. âI don't blame you, it's Nightwing.â
He did a doubletake; looked at Jerrie as she dropped down from the ladder.Â
Jerrie scrunched her nose and shook her head. He didn't do much for her.
"I wonder if the other guys know?â Billy mused.
âThat Nightwingâs hot? Probably.â
âNo, Owen! I mean about Piper and my dadââ he waved his hand around, âyou know.â
âFucking.â Jerrie signed.
He sputtered as he watched her. âWhy is that sign like that? Why does itââ He gestured aimlessly to her hands.
Owen chuckled. âNo, no, I like it, it's a great sign.â
She nodded as they all smiled at Billy's demise. âYou can say it, it's okay.â She put a consoling hand on his shoulder.
âNo.â
Owen gave him a pat on the back. âShe's right.â
âNo.â
âSay it! Say it!â Axel chanted. âSay it, say it, sayââ
âOkay!â Billy snapped. âMy dad and your brother are fucking! Happy?â
A rush of wind blew past them with a blur of red. The Rogues who had gone out early were dumped at their feet with the Flash standing over them.
âPiper and Trickster are what?â
âI told ya!â Digger exclaimed from the floor, giving Sam a shove. âYou owe me.â
Axel gave Owen a look. Owen sighed, shaking his head.
The lights switched on inside the hideout.
âGreat.â Billy looked towards Jerrie.
âShit.â She signed. Unsuccessful breaking outâsneaking out. Whatever.
She really needed to talk to Hartley and his timing when having sex.Â
The week since Hartley had been released from Breedmore Asylum had been what could only be described as suspiciously clownless. He had never gone so long without seeing James Jesse, even in the days when he had been dating Earl, and Earl had kept chasing him off for reasons he could not possibly guess.
To be honest, it had almost seemed like Earl had thought he was a threat, but had he seen James Jesseâs costume? There was nothing to be sexually attracted to. There were so many layers that any definition the manâs body might have had was completely imperceptible.
Earl had muttered something about stupid sexy clowns when he said that, so maybe Hartley was the one who should actually have been worried.
But for the last several years, every night, when Hartley would be going to sleep, the Trickster was sitting on the branch of a tree outside, ready to talk to him until he fell asleep. One time, he had been playing the saxophone. They would talk late into the night, about anything and everything, with a lot of making fun of the other Rogues.
It was kind of sweet, actually, except for the time with the saxophone.
Hartley was surprised to find just how much he missed it.
About three days after he first noticed the absence, he got the phone call. It was a California area code, so he almost didnât pick it up, but then he remembered the shoe incident. James had a friend in California, and that friend could be calling him because James was hurt.
He snagged the phone by the wire and lifted it up to his ear. The noise on the other end was loud and sounded like a bar, but he could still hear what sounded like a drunk Trickster shushing the people around him.
âJames?â He asked. âWhy are you in California?â
âPipey!â James yelled into the phone so loudly that Hartley had to hold the receiver away from his ear. âGuess why Iâm in California!â
âI just asked why... James, is something wrong?â
There was a moment of silence, probably because James was so drunk he couldnât remember that Hartley couldnât see him shake his head over the phone.
âYou remember Blue Devil? Heâs helping me find a job, Iâm gonna be staying in California, and guess what! Iâm gonna be working in movies! Danâs so cool and handsome and-â Hartley should probably have questioned that last part, but heâd already tuned out by the time James got to that (and the several-minute-long gushing session about how amazing Dan Cassidy was). He could only concentrate on one thing.
What did James mean by saying he was staying in California?
Did he mean he was leaving forever? Quitting the Rogues?
What about Hartley?
How could he just drop him like a hot potato as soon as something better came along?
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âSo anyway, I heard that you came out and wanted to ask how you knew you were gay, Pipey.â Tricksterâs face scrunched up as the dial tone filled his ear. âPipey?â
Next to him, at the bar, a strawberry blond stuntman turned to his companion. âAnd this is the guy who âknows women, Cassâ, Jack?â He scoffed, taking a sip of beer.
Jack Edison, who had been putting at least a little effort into appearing like he wasnât eavesdropping, was forced to shrug. âGuess itâs easy not to fumble women if you arenât actually interested in them.â
Over the Barrel (So to Speak) (1168 words) by BookofOdym
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), The Flash (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James Jesse/Hartley Rathaway
Characters: James Jesse, Hartley Rathaway
Additional Tags: First Time, First Time Bottoming, Fluff and Smut
Summary:
James wants to bottom for the first time. Pretend like I have ever made him top.
I completely forgot how I format my fics on here soooooo đŹ for day 1 prompt "Fake Dating" for @pipsterweek
Fandom: Dc/flash comics
Ship: Hartley Rathaway/James Jesse
Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Crossdressing, Costumes, Denial of Feelings, James Jesse being in denial, mentioned Homophobia, Bad Parents Osgood Rathaway and Rachel Rathaway, There's A Tag For That, Baby pipster being terrors to Hartley's parents, Hugging, Platonic I Love You, RIP James Jesse, James gets told he's beautiful and I think that should happen more often, Pre-Slash, Oblivious Hartley Rathaway
Characters: Hartley Rathaway, James Jesse
Warnings: none
Word count: 529
Summary:
He was James Jesse, The Trickster. Hartley was a Rathaway, but more importantly The Pied Piper.
They were Rogues.
And just friends.
The sound of heels and dress shoes hitting the pavement followed them for a few blocks away from Rathaway Estate. They finally slowed to a stop as they got out of the neighborhood and through the back alley resting near the trash of a corner store.
Their panting very quickly turned into laughter as they looked at each other. Hartley took off his glasses to wipe away tears while James tried not to touch his face and ruin his makeup.
Hartley held his chest. âDid youâdid.â He busted out into another fit of laughter, barely breathing, holding onto the wall so he didn't keel over. âThe look on my dad's face!â
That smile, that laugh; he liked making Hartley do those things. Couldn't stand the serious, scared, nervous wreck that he was the whole evening while having dinner with his parents. Which was why the sight of Hartleyâs dad when he dropped the falsetto voice and took off his wig was something to be remembered.
Even more Hartley's expression, and the way he was looking at him now. Shock, bewildered⊠awe.
âI didn't think you were gonna do that.â
James cleared his throat. âFigured the only thing worse to your parents than you having a boyfriend is wellâŠâ James looked down at himself, grabbing the skirt of his dress. âThis.â
âMy dad was treating you like such a lady too.â
âI wore my nicest clothes, Piper.â He did a little half twirl, his dress and coat billowing.
Hartleyâs expression softened. He looked him over. âYou do look beautiful in them.â He had been there when he picked out the outfit after all.
James felt his heart skip in his chest. He looked away. That wasn't supposed to be part of it. He had been over itâthat feeling. It wasn't anything. He could ignore it⊠he wanted to ignore it. He pulled a grimace, leaning against the wall pretending his feet were bothering him.
âYeah, remind me to never run in these heels again.â He coughed out a nervous laugh.
Hartley stepped closer into his space, catching his hand as it slipped from the wall and letting him lean on him as heâpretended toâfix his heels.
Worse. Absolutely worse.
âThanks.â
And if things could get extremely worse. He straightened up and was immediately pulled into a hug.
âI love you.â Hartley tightened the hug. âThank you; for being my fake girlfriend-slash-boyfriend and for not leaving me alone with them.â
James could feel his heart in his throat. Normally he'd hug back just as tight if not tighter.
It was Piper after all.
How they always were. Shared a room together at the Rogues hideout for crying out loud.
It was just Piper.
He was scared his heart might claim eviction from his chest. Hartley would feel itâhe could feel it no doubt. They were just running though, emotions high⊠maybe he wouldn't know? Wouldn't knowâwouldn't have any hint at all that heâŠ.
WellâŠ
He closed his eyes and hugged back. âWhat are friends for, Pipey?â
He was James Jesse, The Trickster. Hartley was a Rathaway, but more importantly The Pied Piper.
They were Rogues.
And just friends.
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