Mercury The Messenger

No matter what life throws at you, or what way the road turns, you’ve got to put one foot ahead of the other, and keep moving forward. Trust that you’ll find your way. If you’re not moving, you’re not living. (( A slightly AU independent roleplay account for DC's Barry Allen, AKA the Flash. AU in the sense that he's pre-NU52 and I run with a few dangling story lines. No copyright infringement intended. All characters and affiliated media belong to DC Comics or the respectful artist. ))

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badasswithapcn:

Her smile was loving and soft as she glanced up to him, nodding along. She let their left hands interlock, blue eyes falling over the band that wrapped itself around his index finger. The same one that had sat there for nearly the same ten years. “When I saw you again, that day in CCPD – I felt like I was looking at someone I knew my entire life. Like everything fell into it’s place. That’s why, isn’t it? Because – through all of those years, apart of me did know you.” Her eyes flutter closed at his touch, a small chuckle passing through her lips at the mention of the cake once more. “Please, you loved me then, and you love me now for it. I had to do something to get your attention, didn’t I? And always, I will always want macarons, I mean, it’s been ten years, how is that even a question anymore?“

Her lips leave his and at the mention of his children, she feels guilt overcome her. “We need to stop putting so much pressure on ourselves, Allen. It’ll happen, and – by the way, no more messing with the speed force to find out if I’m pregnant, Barry. That means even sensing through it. If it happens, then we find out when we see that little plus sign on a test like a regular couple, huh? You know how temperamental it can be.” Blue eyes fluttered down as she watched him skim over her stomach, letting out a long sigh, her head falling against his chest as she nodded. She’d always dreamed of it, a family of their own. Wally would be enough if it ever came down to it, but to be able to raise them, to guide them through all of it, she knew that was what she’d always imagined. Swallowing at the names, she let a hopeful smile cross her lips once more, though this one was a little more forced. It’d been ten years, they deserved it. They deserved their happy ending. “If it doesn’t happen… I’ll be okay, Barry. Like you said, we have Wally. That’s enough, isn’t it? At least we have that. He’s my nephew, he’s an amazing kid.”

Once his lips capture hers, his teasing words nearly send her over the edge. Hands untangle from his pushing him further back onto the desk. Her lips finally leave his, brows raising at his words as she shakes her head. “Oh Mr. Allen, you shouldn’t have said that,” she murmurs quietly, walking over to her office door, looking out into the main corridor. At this time, mostly everyone was leaving to go home. It was always her that took the later meetings, stood until the early mornings. Workaholic wasn’t even close to what described Iris. Closing the door, she locked it before drawing the blinds that connected her to the rest of the room, blocking them out completely before walking back over to him a small smirk painted on her lips. “You know, I DON’T have anymore meetings for the night, and nearly… everyone is gone. So – maybe,” Iris dragged some of the papers off her desk, swiping them onto the ground as she neared him. “– we should have a little fun.”

Barry falls into silence, allowing himself to take in her presence beyond that of just words. Words were how he knew the most intimate parts of his wife; of his Iris. Her writing had always been the gateway to her true self, her soul if you believe in that sort of thing. He’d always be able to tell her mood by her writing, by how heavily and quickly she typed away. Many a nights filled with frustration could be revealed the moment he walked in the door; if a story wasn’t going her way he’d know it instantly. He’d walk in with a mug full of coffee for her, and one of tea for him. Some days, to relax and catch up on their days, all he needed to do was lay on the couch next to her while she worked away; warm drinks often leant their way to tender hearts. “Iris, my first love,” he replies with an air of his thoughts floating away, as if their entire lives together were a dream; one fully realized he has to admit. “You still ate my cake,” Barry pouts, looking her in the eyes now. “I know I’ve cashed this in repeatedly, but I think you owe me one tonight, babe.” The blond grins, beaming as he settles in against her, right hand moving in small circles along the small of her back as he hums contentedly. “I’ll head out soon then, be home in time for Jeopardy.”

The blond groans, rolling his eyes even. “No need to put your foot down, I get it. I just want to know, you know?” He acquiesces however, happy wife meant a greater chance at, and a smoother pregnancy. Iris’s mood had to be put above all else, well minus her safety. He’d always prioritize that over absolutely everything. Barry perks up, having been lost in his thoughts a tad. “It or us?” he asks. “We haven’t been the most patient with this entire thing either, have we?” Barry just wanted to be a father. He’d gotten his chance with Wally, helping him with homework, girls, sports teams, all of that. But he wasn’t there for the first words, the first steps or many of the others. He taught him how to ride a bike, but not how to tie his shoes. How to run, but not how to walk. He wanted that, he wanted to be there for all those firsts. “Wally’s pretty much our own, speaking of, he’s coming by later to run an English paper by you, I was thinking we could do tacos tonight?”

The blond quickly regrets how far this has gotten. Regardless of what time of day it is, this isn’t something he wanted to do here and now. He swallows thickly when Iris goes to leave, and he’s forced to stand there, face growing redder and redder by the second. The flush extends to his ears, and suddenly he has to loosen his bow tie; it was far too hot in this office already. Damn his fair complexion for giving him away. “We are not doing this here,” he warns, a fine line being held between stern and cautious. “I don’t have a condom, and I doubt you do either. I’m not conceiving our first child in her mother’s office at work. Let alone the implications of what might happen if we get caught, you know I could just take us home before you even open your mouth.” He narrows his eyes at her, and before she can react he has all the papers back onto her desk. “Iris, no. We’re not doing this here.”

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svpcrmxn:

“Oh, shoot,” Clark mumbled when he accidentally bumped into a person, the ice tea staining their shirt. “That was an accident.” He jerked back a few steps, gently hand reaching up to hold the other by the shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually this clumsy—actually, that is a lie, but I didn’t mean to spill my drink on you.” He looked around, leaving the empty plastic cup on a table and reaching for a napkin. “I’m really sorry.”

Barry watches with amusement as Clark makes a scene. He could have stopped it, but he was far too busy with his fries to have noticed it in time. By the time he’d caught the accident happening, well it had already occurred for the most part, the liquid was already making contact with her shirt. Nothing he could do at that point. Stealing a few of the other’s fries, the blond sits back with an amused smirk. “All that, and you didn’t even get a drink? I’m afraid to tell you I’ll wait while you go back.” Instead, he takes the cup from the man’s hand, and makes his way back up to fill it up, topping up his own in the process. “So, how’ve you been?”

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pclymxth:

“touch my belongings once more and i will have you escorted out of this building,” julian paused in his reading as he caught sight of a figure out of the corner of his eye. “by force, i might add.”

“Not in my crime lab you won’t,” the blond interjects, arms crossed over his chest. “That’s enough of the hostility, Julian. It creates a tense atmosphere, I won’t have my lab running like this. You don’t have to like it, but I was brought in to be in charge of this lab, and I don’t run a tense ship. The job is dreadful enough, we don’t need to start dreading our coworkers to boot.”

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tcrchbearer:

“ i know everyone’s probably under a lot of stress or panic right now, but god i missed chicken wings and that’s all i can really think about. ”

“Understatement of the year right there,” the blond mumbles with a grin. “How long were you out there this time? And any word from Oa? Been a while since I’ve seen... well the rest of you Lanterns.”

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badasswithapcn:

“ I thought it was our eighth, ” Iris blurted out, green eyes widening at her own words. The redhead shook her head “ I don’t know why I said that outloud, but I did so, great, now that that’s out there, guess it means it’s been longer than I thought, which means i haven’t gotten sick of you yet, ” she muttered quietly, giving him a sweet smile as she moved a bit closer to him, her head following his touch as she let out a sigh of contentment. Her smile only widened at his comment, nodding her head quickly. “ It was vanilla cream, and to be fair, we were twelve. You’re going to have to let that go at some point Barry, or before you know it, it’s going to be the only bedtime story you know to tell our children. ” It had been trying, them well – TRYING, but she had faith. Faith and hope and if all else failed, adoption was always a viable option for them both, though she wasn’t really sure how he felt on the matter. Iris’ hand came down to run over the hand that settled at his side, interlacing their fingers as she looked up to him, shaking her head. “ No one will ever measure up to Nora Allen, Mr. Allen. I mean, she must’ve been a goddess to have such a perfect son like you. I’m not without my faults, so I guess, just this time, demigoddess is going to have to do. And you don’t have to see the sun shining out of my ass. It’s mostly rainbows blocking the view of the sunset anyway.” At the mention of even imagining a sunburn, Iris felt herself cringe, shaking her head quickly. “ Oh god, don’t remind me. The last time I forgot sunscreen I couldn’t move for three days and you had to carry me to the bathroom when I puked from the pain. Not something I want to go through ever again. ” A small hum passed through her lips as she leaned up to press her lips against his, her words muttered against his mouth. “ Don’t tease, or I may have to drag you home right now. ”

“Well I’m only counting the two years I was dead as part of it,” he counters. “It was 2007 that we married, and even though I was stuck in the speed force we were still together in every way imaginable to me. I watched over you, kept a close eye on you throughout all of time in fact.” He brushes his hand through her hair, moving her bangs out of her eyes. “You haven’t gotten sick of me yet,” he mumbles against her lips before pressing close. “That’s good,” he teases lightly. “It was my first birthday in Central City, you came over the day after and ate my cake, I was so heartbroken, still am in fact. That was a damn good cake.” He sighs, because now he wanted cake. “If I run to France for desserts tonight to buy cake, do you want macarons?” 

He falls silent at the last bit, it’s a subject that’s hard for him to swallow. To know Iris is still that hopeful to try for kids, even after knowing that with him it’s probably impossible, well he loved her ability to have that hope. “Did you want to try again later?” he asks, because he’ll never pass up an opportunity to have sex with his wife. “It’s been a week, and trust me when I say I’d know if it stuck.” He could sense the speed force in whoever it was imbued in, and even if the kids were still cellular, he knows that he’d know if Iris was pregnant. He knew the last time after all, not that it’d made much of a difference. “You’ve come mighty close,” he admits quietly, curling his hand up in her own. Running his other hand along her stomach, he lets out a soft sigh, “I wish things were easier, you know? I know we’ve got Wally, but to have a kid of our own, to have a little Nora and ... Ira? running around, it would be a dream come true. That’s if we name him after your father, but I’d still really love to name my baby girl Nora.” 

He laughs lightly, welcoming the exchange of the previous topic for something funny. “Don’t worry, I’ll still carry you with the dignity of a queen, my liege. Sunburnt or not, you’re still funny looking.” He winks at her, leaning down to capture her lips again. He rests back against her desk, slightly sitting on the edge. “Who needs to wait for home? Even if I’d be the one doing the dragging, we could just close your office door. Any meetings scheduled soon?” He laughs, because he absolutely won’t have sex with his wife in her office in the middle of the workday, but the pretence alone is enough to get him excited.

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this is barry, my mild mannered CSI from Central City. he still works for the CCPD, but is currently on loan to the MPD to help investigate the circumstances around the death of the president and the federal cabinet (im canadian so my knowledge of things us politics isnt as well versed as i’d prefer. he’s 36, and celebrating 10 years of marriage to Iris West-Allen on November 24th approaching. he’s been the flash since he was 24 (october 23), he got his powers during his first month with the ccpd that put him in a coma for 9 months. he started dating iris soon after, and married her roughly a year and a half after the accident that turned him into the flash. birthday is may 13th, and he currently has no kids, him and iris are for all intents and purposes biologically incompatible in that dept (well he assumes it’s just him at this point) any more questions? feel free to message me about it!

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badasswithapcn:

        “ right. anniversary. yeah, no i totally – i mean, how could i forget TEN YEARS of marriage, that would j-just –,” iris words come out rushed and strung together, her shoulders shrugging as she shook her head quickly. “ no, forgetting ten tears of marriage would make me a heartless bitch, right? ” she asked him, raising her brows at him, looking for SOME hope of understanding. taking a step closer, the redhead watched the blush form across his cheeks, a finger coming up to cup his face as she gave him a smile. “ how the hell did i get so lucky with you, barry allen? ” iris’ smile widens at his last words. “ fiji? does this mean i get to break out my GOOD bikinis? ”

“Iris, honey, it’s nine months away,” he starts, drawing close to press his lips to her forehead, arm wrapping around her torso. “You can’t be faulted for losing track of something that hasn’t even happened yet. It’s not even tomorrow, it’s literally closer to a year away than it is to happening. I only had to start planning so we could secure the time off, you know?” He runs a hand along her cheek, thumb dragging lightly over the ridge of her cheekbone. “I’d never think any less of you than the day you ate the last slice of my birthday cake. It was chocolate, and you ate it, that’s the most I’ve ever been mad at you, babe,” he chuckles softly. “So don’t sweat it, because I’m certainly not. And of course I’d never think that of you, you’re the most honest, caring and thoughtful person I’ve ever met. You might not compete with my mother, but Nora Allen was god tier. You’re gonna have to settle for Demigod, my love. But you’re special dammit, and even if you don’t see it, I see the sun that shines out your ass.” Barry laughs, ducking his head against her neck, “And you could, but we’ll have to go to Costco first to ensure that they still have that vat of sunscreen. You know how badly we both burn, probably best if we stay clothed.” Another chuckle, before he follows up lowly, “At least outdoors anyway.”

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badasswithapcn:

         “ you know, FUNNY THING about people who keep their mouths SHUT, ” the red head started off slowly, the end of her pen tapping at the notebook that sat in her other hand, a sweet smile placing itself on her lips. “ they’re USUALLY trying to keep TRUTHS from spilling out. so how about you and i stop this whole little dance and get straights down to the facts, huh? how does THAT sound to YOU? ”

Barry’s composure falters, and very quickly he’s left staring at the ground, attempting to hide a smirk. “Nine months out and you’ve still weaselled this out of me.” He looks up, a faint dusting of red coating his cheeks, right across the bridge of his nose. “For the record, hiding anything from you is the worst. I booked the tickets yesterday, and not even 24 hours later and you’ve gotten all of it from me.” Shaking his head, the blond sighs, “I booked us a trip to Fiji, in November for our anniversary. Already cleared it with your editor, and with Captain Singh back in Central, so even if I’m still on loan here, we’re clear to go. Not every year we celebrate a ten year wedding anniversary, is it?”

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