Birdflash Soulmates AU

I Just Wanted a Sandwich

| Making a sandwich gone wrong
NOT SOULMATES
NOT SUPERHEROES |

Wally was currently in the kitchen of his Aunt and Uncle's house. The two owners were currently on a date that night, and Wally was reaping the advantages of having the place all to himself. 

He was currently making a sandwich, Lady Gaga's song 'Applause' blasting through the house as he sang along very off-key.

He grabbed the muster and ketchup, placing the ketchup to his lips as he sang into it. "I live for the applause, applause, applause. I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause. Live for the!'

He opened both condiments, drawing intricate designs randomly with the two sauces, so absorbed in his singing and dancing, he didn't realize the cabinets starting to shake, and he turned to grab the relish and mayonnaise. 

Sue him; he had a big appetite. 

He turned around and jumped in fright, screaming slightly as he dropped the bottles, pressing himself against the refrigerator.

In front of Wally was a very handsome man with dark ebony hair and piercing blue eyes. Eyes that could literally pierce through Wally's very soul as the man glared at him. 

The man was also not really a man, as he seemed to have two black horns protruding from his head. They were long and protruded from his forehead, wrapping back and around his head. It gave off very demon vibes, but Wally was a scientist and deduced it as part of a costume.

With that thought out of the way, Wally now focused on the fact that the guy was sitting Indian Style on his kitchen counter. Or, more importantly, on his sandwich.

"You're sitting on my sandwich!" Wally shrieked as the guy's eyes widened, shocked by the outburst. "And how did you get into my house!?"

"How did I-How did you summon me here?!"

"Summon?" Wally asked, perplexed. Was this guy serious?"

"Yesss," the guy hissed, eyes flashing for a split second that Wally almost missed it. Almost. The guy jumped off the counter, Wally's sandwich half destroyed on his plate and half destroyed on the man's butt. 

Wally couldn't help the snort that left his lips as the guy was trying to get a better look at the damage done to his black suit. 

"You-You-um, have a little something..."

The guy gave Wally an unamused look as he snapped his fingers, any trace of a sandwich gone off of him, and the other half that was on the counter perfectly fixed with the same designs on it that Wally had created.

The guy stared at the designs on the sandwich before turning to Wally. "Did... Did you make these on a sandwich?"

"Did you just reuse the sandwich that was on your butt to put back onto the one on the counter?" Wally rebutted, disgust written on his face.

The man growled a feral growl, and Wally was ashamed to say it did something to him. 

"The signs on this sandwich."

"Signs?" Wally asked, "I wasn't making any signs. I was just making a sandwich! Now, can you please tell me why you are here and how you got into my house!"

"Oh my god," the man groaned, "look. I am a demon who you-yes you-summoned here. Now, why was I summoned? I don't know! Do you want to make a deal or something, kid?"

"Kid!? I'll have you know, I just turned 18 three months ago."

"Oh?" The man's eyes lit up, "so, not a kid?"

"No-oh, hold up, buddy. Don't go looking at me like I'm the sandwich."

"Is that how you look at your sandwiches?" The man turned to the object and snapped his fingers, completing the sandwich before picking it up and taking a bite out of it.

Wally squawked as the guy just shrugged. "You weren't eating it."

"I wasn't finished with it! And how are you doing that?"

The guy shrugged, "as I said. Demon. Now, would you, I don't know, like to make a deal?"

"A deal?" Wally asked, intrigued.

"Yea," the man's eyes flashed blue, "anything your heart desires, and I give you 10 years to enjoy it."

"10 years?! That's it? That's dumb."

"Or it could be worth your while," the man got up close and personal to Wally, who gulped at the proximity. 

"Yea, all I really want is my sandwich."

The man stepped back, disgusted, "that's all you want? Nothing else, like, the jackpot? Your dream job? A beautiful woman or man on your arm."

"I have everything I want and waiting for me. Dream job? Got that in the bag. Jackpot? Look at my life. Now, the little honey on my arm thing. I could get behind that. But, no dice. I just wanted a sandwich, which you destroyed, so pay up."

"That's all you want?"

"Yep, and if you could make it where I don't have to make anymore. It's just instantly there when I want it, then go for it."

The guy stared at Wally for a long time, silently wondering when the world was suddenly run by even bigger idiots than the last.

"If that's what you really want," the guy goes to give Wally a kiss, who stops him in his tracks with his hand placed over his lips. 

"What are you doing?!" Wally asked, panicked. 

"Sealing the deal."

"With a kiss?! I thought we would just shake hands or something."

"Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'seal it with a kiss?'"

"Well, yea, but, I-I don't even know your name!"

The demon leaned in close again, "you can call me Richard. Or Dick. I don't really have a preference."

Wally snorted again, "you actually let people call you 'Dick'? Really?"

The guy smirked, "says the guy who goes by 'Walman.'"

"I-I never told you that."

"I can read minds." Wally's face flushed as Dick leaned close to his ear, "and I must say, you have a very active imagination."

Wally nervously chuckled as the guy pulled back, eyes staring hard into Wally's as he smirked. 

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." He leans close, lips centimeters from Wally's, "see you in 10 years." And crashed their lips together hard. Wally moaned into the kiss as Dick took complete control of it.

He pulled back, and when Wally opened his eyes, the demon was gone. Wally could see his sandwich perfectly made on the counter, the bite still taken from it. 

At that moment, Iris and Barry walked through the door, laughing. Barry saw him first.

"Hey, Wally! Thought you'd be in bed by now." 

Wally noticed the clock on the wall read 11:11 p.m. and smiled sheepishly at the two.

"I just wanted a sandwich." He held up the discarded sandwich, and Barry laughed as Iris rolled her eyes fondly. Her nephew will do just about anything for a sandwich.