
roysterr asked: If you are still taking requests…how about Kaldur in Roy’s black/red hoodie thing :3
sorry this sucks!!! my art kinda deteriorates with my mood ahaha uou

roysterr asked: If you are still taking requests…how about Kaldur in Roy’s black/red hoodie thing :3
sorry this sucks!!! my art kinda deteriorates with my mood ahaha uou

ryuutsu asked: Aaaa, hi! c: If you are by any chance still doing requests, could I maybe ask for some underwater Kaldur/Roy?
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
title: nightmares
rating: PG
characters/pairings: Jaime, Bart, BluePulse
summary: Bart has nightmares, so it’s a good thing he’s got Jaime to chase them away.
author’s note: wow i am just churning out the fic lately sorry. this one is mae’s fault so you can blame her. enjoy! c:Façades are hard to keep up and Bart knows this better than most. They slip. They crack. Sometimes, he thinks he just can’t do it anymore—because it hurts so, so much and he can feel himself crumbling under the weight. But he does. He puts on a brave face for the Team, cracks a few jokes, and no one’s got a clue.
Façades are even harder to keep up while you’re sleeping.
Note: Thanks for the prompt, sorry it took me so long to get around to it!
All fairytales begin something like this: “Once upon a time, in a distant land where the green hills sang with birdsong and the sky shone like sapphire…”
Bart is born in a future where humans are slaves, the Earth is merely a colony in the vast Reach empire and the sky is stained with ash. He never knew his mother, his father, his aunt, or his grandparents. He’s heard the stories, of course: the Heroic Age of Man, when heroes walked the Earth.
But Bart doesn’t believe in heroes. Because they don’t exist.
Title: Symphony
Characters: Bart, Jaime, Tim, almost everyone.
Pairing: A little bit of Bluepulse if you look close.
Summary: When Jaime discovers that Bart knows next to nothing about music, he helps enlist the team to teach him.
Notes: This story came about because of these lovely people: funkypunkr, hero-tales, archaicflash. This is what we do in class. Basically, this is a crazy and bitersweet headcanon turned into a story. Enjoy!
title: ice cream
rating: PG
characters/pairings: Jaime Reyes, Bart Allen, BluePulse
summary: Sometimes first dates are awkward, but sometimes they’re really, really good.
author’s note: this is FINALLY done. thanks to mae (shit can i call you that are we at that level of acquaintanceship yet???) for motivating me tonight c: enjoy!“We should go on a date,” Bart said one day, out of the blue. “Like, a real date. Not…” His cheeks flushed pink and Jaime knew he was thinking about their quiet makeout sessions behind closed doors.
Note: Wow, anon, thank you for this lovely prompt. I saw it and was instantly struck by the need to write. I didn’t quite get Bart jumping on Jaime’s back but the mental image made me smile, it’s super cute. Hope you enjoy anyways!
(This takes place maybe 3 or more years down the road, just after the team has defeated the Reach - I like the idea of them fighting off the Invasion for a number of years. Anyways, this isn’t that story, but someday I’ll probably write it.)
“Hey Bart, I don’t mean to be really lame here, but can I take a rain check on the movie? I think I might just head home-“
“Another headache?” hitting pause and turning to face Jaime on the couch, Bart frowns. “Didn’t you say the same thing last night?”
Jaime nods and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m really sorry, it’s just Khaji Da has been… more insistent than usual lately and it’s kind of overwhelming.”
“Hmmm, how is my best, blue, bug buddy doing? You two have been arguing a lot recently.”
Title: Listen
Pairing: Bluepulse
Characters: Jaime and Bart, with some mentions of other team members
a/n: I don’t even know anymore.
So, I wrote this for funkypunkr in the middle of class, so it’s pretty ridiculous.
(I’ve never written slash fics before this fandom, but all of a sudden it’s like I’ve been writing them all the time. Curse you, bluepulse and snaibsel!)