#shameless shipping

[mistressaugury]

Man what do the rest of ya'll rarepairer do? I know my favs have under a dozen fanfics. A few have more fanart then fics. Or the rarepair has a bunch of fics but in OTHER langagues!!! Or worse I ship a pair who isn't well known enough by most of the fandom to even talk about?

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Flufftober 2025

Prompt number #6 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: G – General audiences Warnings: None Notes: That time Roscoe spun on his head and struck oil.

Day 6: Late Night Talks

Lisa had just finished the first training session with her new coach, and it had been surprisingly intense.  The man took spinning very seriously, though she was glad for it because that was precisely the reason she’d asked him to teach her.

He tossed her a towel and held out a bottle of water when she skated back to the stands, and she took them with gratitude.

“Nicely done!  Congratulations!” he said admiringly, and she was happily taken aback as she sat down near him.  He hadn’t said much during the session, so she’d thought he had been unimpressed with her performance.

“Thank you,” she said with a proud smile, clinking her water bottle with his as they sat together for a few minutes while she cooled down.  “Hey, can I ask you something?  How or why did you get so much into spinning, anyway?”

He blinked a few times in surprise, since most people found him too odd to converse with and he didn’t have many opportunities to talk about his interests. “Oh, um.  I find it soothing, to be honest.  And it makes me feel alive, if that makes any sense.  It is a pleasant and enjoyable sensation.”

“And you don’t get dizzy?”

“Not usually, although I did not have a good time when the Flash had me spinning on my head,” he admitted ruefully, and she laughed.

“On your head, wow.  And you could do that?”

“Apparently.  It was news to me as well,” he replied, chuckling a bit at the memory.  “A bigger concern was cleaning off all the oil when I arrived at the jail, because they simply turned the fire hose on me and incinerated my uniform afterward.  There was worry about hydrocarbon contamination, which was probably justified.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said sympathetically, although picturing the scene in her mind was both pitiful and slightly amusing.  And maybe somewhat intriguing, when she thought about him getting soaked with a hose.

“And you, how did you get so seriously into skating?” he asked with polite curiosity.  She smiled a bit sadly, not sure how much her brother had told his colleagues about their family’s history.

“It was a way to get out of the house as much as possible, and it was something my father couldn’t take away from me.  Even when he tried to forbid me from doing it, he couldn’t steal what I’d already accomplished…and he also failed at stopping me, too.”

Roscoe looked horrified and was uncertain of what to say; he’d never been good at comforting people or speaking smoothly to make others feel at ease, but he understood a painful relationship with one’s parents.  “I am sorry about that,” he said after a few seconds of unhappy silence.  “It’s good that you are still doing it in spite of him.  And I hope you continue to enjoy it and find it fulfilling.”

“Oh yeah, I love it, it’s the most important thing in my life,” she said sincerely.  “It’s fun and I’m good at it, and one day I’ll be able to rub my success in that bastard’s face.”

He nodded affirmatively.  “I hope so, and you really are good.  I don’t know if you want to continue our training, but I should be available if you are still interested.”

“Definitely interested, so bring it on!” she enthused, grinning.  This session had been very challenging in a positive way, and she was confident it would improve her skills.  But she was also beginning to realize that she enjoyed talking to him and was looking forward to seeing him again, and she wasn’t entirely sure why.  It was something worth thinking about when she had some quiet time to unpack all the events of the day.

“All right, let me know what your schedule’s like and I’ll try to find some time.  I don’t exactly have a nine-to-five job,” he said with a chuckle, his words flowing more freely as he loosened up a bit.  “The only potential conflict is if the cops find me and I am sent upstate, but I’ll break out eventually.”

“Well good luck with that,” she laughed, very familiar with the routine because of Len’s longtime struggles with the law.  “I’ll text you, but my schedule’s pretty flexible too, at least when the ice show’s in town.  Our road trips go on forever, though.”

“Until next time, then!” he said cheerily, and waved as he stood up and headed for the exit with a bounce in his step.  He felt good about the situation for reasons he didn’t necessarily understand, but it was enough to be contented because he was so often ill at ease with people.  She made him feel happy and comfortable.

“Definitely,” Lisa said as she unlaced her skates and thought about the conversation.  She felt positive about where things were potentially heading, and it was nice for things to go her way for a change.  Who knew where this might lead?

@flufftober

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Flufftober 2025

Prompt number #1 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Mild sauciness

Day 1: Anniversary

There was a knock at the apartment door, and Roscoe sat up quickly in his chair.  He’d recently escaped from prison and was on high alert for the cops or even the Flash, so he crept silently to the door’s peephole but quickly relaxed: it was Lisa.

He quietly opened the door and ushered her inside, and she jumped into his arms for a hug.

“I got your message!  When did you break out?” she enthused as she held him tightly and he twirled them both around in his usual fashion.

“Just last night.  I’ve been keeping this place as a bolthole that hopefully the cops don’t know about,” he said as he carefully closed the door and leaned in for a kiss.  She eagerly kissed him back and reached around for a place to put the champagne bottle in her hand, which he looked at curiously.

“Is that to celebrate my unscheduled release from Central City’s finest house of correction?”

She pretended to look offended.  “Don’t tell me you forgot!”

“Er…I never forget anything, but please humour me.”

“You started coaching me five months ago today!  And then two months ago we had that special evening I know you didn’t forget,” she said with a few pointed jabs into his chest for emphasis, and he had the good manners to look profoundly embarrassed.

“Okay, yes, I did forget, but in my half-assed defence I just spent two weeks in Iron Heights.  I’m very sorry I didn’t get you anything,” he reluctantly admitted, but she didn’t let any of that get her down.

“Whatever!  You’re out now, and we’ve got the good stuff to celebrate so many things…I lifted it from my brother’s stash,” she said with a grin, and he returned one in kind.

“And he stole it from the Rathaway mansion, so he can’t even really complain about its loss.  Baby, you’re the greatest.”

“Oh, do tell,” she purred as he gathered two battered whiskey glasses in lieu of champagne flutes and pointed her towards his apartment’s humble living room.  “But I was actually hoping to hear that I’m the top.”

“I think that can be arranged,” he grinned over his shoulder at her.

@flufftober

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my friend sent me a message that is so roscoe coded

Love it 😍 and honestly that's the only natural response!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: The Centre Cannot Hold Rating: Teen and Up audiences Warnings: Depression, recovering from injuries, ableism. Summary: The family has to pick up the pieces left by Nate. Notes: It's been 12+ years, but I've finally written a continuation of Nate Dillon becoming a supervillain.

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Fictober 2024

Prompt number #2 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: M – Mature Warnings: Profanity, violent talk, flirty talk (nothing explicit) Notes: If you've forgotten their frisky but Comics Code-compliant Bronze Age antics, here's your reminder.

Day Two: “It’s been a long time”

Lisa had been puttering around her apartment all afternoon, doing the sorts of mindless chores which keep one’s thoughts from straying too much.  The downstairs buzzer had rung a few minutes earlier, but she’d ignored it; Len was in prison at the moment and there was nobody else she’d want to see.  It was probably the cops, and they’d find their way upstairs anyway.

Soon there was a familiar knock at the door, one she hadn’t heard in several years.  The man who’d created it was dead, and who could have learned that little signal he’d always used to let her know it was him?

In a fury, she rushed to the door and peered out the peephole at the motherfucker who was definitely a dead man that simply didn’t know it yet.  But the man standing there wasn’t Barry Allen or some other cop, it was an inoffensive-looking old guy who was still gonna die.

She threw open the door with an enraged expression, ready to end this creep, and he held out a bouquet of her favourite flowers: orchids and roses together, tied with a golden ribbon.

“Lisa…it’s me.  It’s been far too long.”

She stopped and stared.

“'Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change',” he quoted with a friendly smile, reminding her of the poem they’d once shared because of his fondness for the line.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she pulled him into a powerful embrace which made him gasp.

“You’ll have to be patient with me, as this body broke a few ribs in the accident.  I’ve been healing it with my powers, but he was old and it takes longer,” he admitted, hugging her gingerly in return.

“How?” she asked, letting the tears flow openly, and tugged him through the doorway to give them some privacy from snooping neighbours.  She closed the door behind them and led him to the couch to catch his laboured breath.

At this, he grinned ever wider.  “I’ve possessed the body of Barry Allen’s father after he died in a car accident.  I am now living with Barry, but he doesn’t know it’s me.”

Lisa’s jaw dropped momentarily, but soon she was chuckling too.  “Okay, that’s totally sick and I love it!  What’s next?”

“I, er, haven’t quite decided on my full plan of action yet,” he confessed with a sheepish look.  “Still getting accustomed to these particular accommodations.”  He pointed at his new body, which was nothing like the one he’d previously had, but she snuggled against his chest anyway, mindful of his tender ribs.

“Just glad to have you back because I never thought I’d see you again, and I love you no matter how you look,” she told him contentedly, and he smiled.  He stroked her hair fondly and kissed the crown of her head, grateful for her complete acceptance of decidedly unusual circumstances. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart.  I’ve been so proud to hear that you’ve given my dear son Barry hell since I’ve been gone -- it’s not the life I wanted you to have, but you’ve certainly made the most of it.  Thank you.”

She smirked slyly at him, playing with his striped necktie.  “And I bet you’re going to join me in that mission, so we can ruin the Flash together.” 

He nodded.  “If you’ll have me.”

“Oh, you know I will.  Speaking of which, you must be awfully uncomfortable in that stuffy old guy’s suit, so I’d better get you out of it.”

He leaned back to get a good look at her and arched an eyebrow.  “Why, young lady, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were coming on to me.”

Lisa swung her long hair over her shoulders and used his tie to pull him closer, looking him up and down.  She took the vintage fedora off his head and placed it on her own, the brim pulled low.

“I guess you’re still addled from this whole possession business, you poor thing.  But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

“Well now, I didn’t say that would be necessary,” he said as he unbuttoned his jacket.

[midnightblueiris]

The though of Gary and Mark shouting "until tomorrow" into each other's mouth is making my inner fangirl dominate my being.