#Axel Palmer imagine

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[yanderes-galore]

Mind if I ask for a romantic concept of Harry Warden from My Bloody Valentine, please??? He  needs more content and I'm desperate lmao

I did one for Axel Palmer from the older movie... So I'll do one for the 2009 version now.

Yandere! Tom Hanniger/Harry Warden Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Murder, Violence, Blood, Gore, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Split personality, Disturbing descriptions, Death, Forced "relationship".

I feel like, similar to Axel from the older film, Tom would be the type to kill his obsession to keep them to himself.

I say this in the film as it looks like he still tries to kill Sarah.

Although, one thing to note is in this movie... Harry Warden is a split personality created from Tom's trauma.

He is not aware of what he does as Harry.

So he could be obsessive as one or both personas.

Imagine if Tom wanted to protect you from Harry... Not realizing he's trying to protect you from himself.

Imagine if, instead of Sarah, you and Tom used to date before he left town and was institutionalized.

Now he's back, only to learn you moved on... unlike him.

As I said before, Tom doesn't seem aware of being Harry Warden.

It seems like he just swaps over.

There's a couple ways I can tackle this.

Both personas are obsessed with you, easy enough.

Harry is, Tom isn't. This would lead to Tom trying to protect you and win you back, meanwhile Harry is trying to kidnap you... or kill you to keep you to himself.

Imagine if you survived the first Harry Warden attack with Axel, Tom, and the others.

You and Tom used to be close friends until that attack in the mines.

Afterwards, Tom ends up leaving town, leaving you and the others to recover alone.

Fast forward to years later, Tom comes back to town to supposedly sell the mines after his father died.

In reality, he missed you.

You two were so close... When he and Sarah broke up, you were there for him.

He's sorry he couldn't be there for you... but he just needed to leave.

He wanted to forget about Harry.

Unfortunately... He isn't forgetting him any time soon.

I imagine the dynamic is this...

You and Tom are catching up... all while "Harry" starts picking people off around town.

In a similar fashion to him picking off people close to Axel and Sarah, maybe Harry starts killing those close to you.

Friends, past lovers, your current partner...

Subconsciously, they're being picked off because Tom knows they're close to you.

All the while he's convinced you and himself that Harry is here to finish the job.

In reality, Harry is simply committing the acts Tom wishes he could.

So while Tom is left to stir in his jealousy quietly...

Harry's cleaning up.

One thing I'd change from how Harry Warden's persona acts is this... Maybe he doesn't harm his obsession.

Maybe both sides care for you and simply... remove everyone else.

You keep trying to tell Tom when he comes back that you two aren't teenagers anymore.

You can't be as close as you two once were.

If he had feelings, he certainly can't confess now.

Not when you already have a life of your own.

This upsets Tom, a lot... but he tries to be respectful.

As much as he loves you, he understands.

He may try to make you fall for him... but you're loyal.

Harry isn't as understanding.

No, Harry hunts people down.

Harry stalks them like a hunter.

Harry rips out the hearts of those who have scorned him with a sickening wet tear as they bleed...

Harry presents his rival's hearts to you as valentines in an attempt to make you all his.

Meanwhile, when Tom's around, he's saying he's protecting you.

He's mostly oblivious to the fact he's caused all your fear and pain.

He just sees you being tormented, alone, surrounded by bloody scenes.

How could he not hold you close?

How could he not vow to protect you from Harry?

He loves you... more than that, actually...

He's infatuated.

He knows he should be upset when your lover is killed.

He knows he shouldn't get ideas when it comes to you....

He can't help it.

Tom loves you like a lovestruck teenage boy, the very same one you saw in high school.

Harry loves you like a feral animal, slaughtering many and gifting you their hearts like a cat would a bird.

One wants to be a good friend and possible boyfriend to you.

The other wants to possess you, lock you away and keep you isolated.

Who knows how long it is when Tom snaps and shows Harry?

Maybe it takes place in the mines like it did with Sarah and Axel?

Except this time, Sarah and Axel don't live.

Maybe those two were the last victims Tom/Harry wanted dead.

You're left to run deep in the mines, away from the one person you thought you could trust.

You don't care if he doesn't know what's happening or not.

Tom... Harry... He's a monster.

You'd quickly be chased and cornered, a pickaxe pinning you to the ground by your shirt.

You thought he missed... but it looks like he did it on purpose.

If you surrender and go with him... if you listen... maybe Harry will let you go.

Although... If someone tried to take you from him... If they tried to save you from him...

Your fate may be sealed.

Willingly listening to him gets you carried away and isolated somewhere only he can find you.

Maybe you're taken to a house or apartment, one Tom tries to take care of you at.

Tom tries to play the 'caring boyfriend' role to you... Even when you know he's harboring a beast.

Although, you have to be careful you don't upset Tom at times...

You would rather not deal with Harry.

Speaking of which, if someone tried to take you away from him...

Tom/Harry will take drastic measures.

It'll be quick, hopefully painless, when that pickaxe swings into your skull.

He never wanted to hurt you.

However... He refuses to lose you again, not when he was so close.

Afterwards... Harry will steal your heart... literally.

Tom has mixed feelings, as to him he just saw Harry murder the love of his life.

In reality, Harry was just making sure you were his forever...

No one can take you from him if you're dead, right?

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Imagine # 878

Picture NOT mine.

*Axels the blond in the middle if you don't know. Also this was a 100% self insert fic. I have this obsession with taking care of my man from time to time like he deserves. The way everyone deserves!

Warnings - Nudity and implied smut, but no actual smut happens. This is mostly just fluff with Axel.

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The sound of a truck (Y/n) knew all to well approached, a smile bloomed on her face. And just as she exited the kitchen, where she had just finished preparing dinner, the front door to the humble abode swung open, a grime covered hand quickly catching the doors edge before it could hit anything. Her smile widened a faint giggle escaping her lips, making the man in question smile as he entered the home, his dirty face a wonderful sight to her eyes. "Hi honey." (Y/n) called to her husband, who made quick work of setting his things aside and entering the house completely, gently pushing the door shut with his foot. "Hey sugar." He cooed back as he neared her, intent on stealing a quick kiss. "Oh Axel you've got dirt on your lips." (Y/n) protests with a laugh, teasingly swatting at his firm chest. "Just a quick kiss?" He begged with puppy eyes and a pouty lip. To which (Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully before kissing his lips, a squeak escaping her when he tugged her flush against him, deepening the not so quick kiss. Axel laughed against her lips when (Y/n) grasped his coller firmly, her desire for his love making his heart swell with joy and adoration. "M'sorry." Axel murmured as they pulled apart, a dopey grin on his face. "I couldn't help myself." He added as he attempted to wipe the dirt away from (Y/n) face, effectively only smearing it and making (Y/n) snort with laughter. "I'll bet you couldn't." She sassed playfully, before quickly rushing out of his grasp, and halfway up the stairs before she looked back to Axel. "I'll start the bath, then I'll have to go store dinner in the oven to keep it warm. Take your boots off and make your way to the bathroom." (Y/n) instructed before continuing her journey to the master bathroom. "Yes ma'am." Axel mused as she reached the top stair, watching her retreating form with a grin on his face.

By the time (Y/n) was coming back downstairs, Axel was beginning his journey upstairs, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as they passed. (Y/n) began humming a melody as she entered the kitchen, after storing dinner into the oven she turned to the fridge, where she proceeded to grab a beer before heading back upstairs. As she entered the bathroom Axel was just entering the tub, his filthy jumpsuit discarded on the floor in a forgotten heap. "Hey how about knocking next time." Axel taunted playfully, making (Y/n) hum in thought, pondering his request for a moment. "No I don't think I will." (Y/n) shook her head in disagreement as she made her way to the side of the tub, cracking open the beer before handing it to Axel. Who was grateful for the cool drink, while he sat in a rather hot tub of water. A temperature required to not only relax his aching muscles, but also to properly clean away the grime of the mines stuck to his skin. "They always taunt me for leaving the mines like this." Axel suddenly mused aloud, a grin on his face as he sipped his beer, and (Y/n) began scrubbing his skin with a tender touch. "I like when you come home like this, I love it actually. Gives me the perfect opportunity to take care of you for a change." (Y/n) admitted, her response making Axel chuckle. "You take care of me in many ways." He pointed out, a playful grin on his face. "Oh hush, you know what I mean." (Y/n) splashed a little water at his face, the smile on her face deceiving the scolding tone of her voice. "I'm serious sugar, you take great care of me. You tend to the house while I'm down in the mines, you cook me dinner every night, you remind me about upcoming appointments, plus you do an incredible job of taking care of my more primal needs." He teased with a laugh when she splashed him again. "And you love me more than I thought possible." The sincere tone of his voice, added by the fuel of his words froze (Y/n) in her work. "You spoil me with this, but I know it makes you happy, so I don't mind the guys teasing me, they'll never understand because they'll never have someone as incredible as you." Axel grasped her hand, idly playing with the wedding band on her finger.

"Look at you Axel Palmer, covered in filth, and yet pure gold dances passed your lips, encircling my heart and making me love you that much more." (Y/n) mused as she leaned her forehead to rest against his, eyes filled with joyful tears. "Nonsense dances passed your lips I'm afraid." Axel joked, making (Y/n) snort before she pulled away to continue her work. "Perhaps it is nonsense, but you can't seem to get enough." (Y/n) retorted playfully. "I'll never get enough." He agreed before tugging her to join him in the tub, laughing at her panicked gasp as she landed perfectly in his lap. "You goof!" (Y/n) huffed with a small glare, her annoyance washing away in an instant when he decided to kiss her again, his face still dirty. (Y/n) pulled away begrudgingly, placing a hand against Axels chest when he tried chasing after her. "We need to get you cleaned up, then I gotta change my clothes, and we've gotta eat dinner." (Y/n) reminded him with a playful warning glare, a smile blooming on her lips when he leaned back and allowed her to do as she pleased. Grasping Axels jaw in one hand she tilted his head to allow the light to shine along his features. "Kiss?" He murmured with puckered lips, making (Y/n) chuckle softly as she began gently scrubbing his face clean. "After you're clean." (Y/n) hummed back with a smile, chuckling again when a pout tugged at his lips. "But you kissed me before." Axel pointed out. "I was weak." (Y/n) teased before pecking a kiss to the clean spot of his left cheekbone. Axel puffed his cheeks out like a child pouting, making (Y/n) coo at him as she continued her work. "Such a delicate thing in my hands." She mused making Axel smile just a little, the smile only widening when she placed a quick kiss to his now clean lips. "You make me soft." Axel tilted his head back to grant her access to his neck. "You don't always have to be tough." (Y/n) countered, smiling when he only hummed in response.

"Well there is one place you always make me hard." Axel snickered as he grabbed handsfull of (Y/n)'s ass, her giggle music to his ears. "Calm down tiger, we've still got a dinner to eat after this." (Y/n) reminded once more, arching a brow when Axel shrugged casually. "It can wait." He tried, only to have (Y/n) yank ahold of his still dirty arm. "So can you." She sassed with a challenging smirk. "I don't think I can." Axel whispered as his eyes drank in the sight of his adoring wife, her clothes sopping wet, sticking to her skin, and going unnoticed as she continued to fret over him instead. "Now stop playing around, the waters getting cold and I'm nearly finished." (Y/n) insisted making Axel smile warmly, no one had ever cared for him as much as she does, no one has ever been so patient with him like her, so understanding. "I love you (Y/n)." He breathed out, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. "And I love you more." (Y/n) replied before leaning forward and kissing him, giggling when Axel jumped at the sensation of cold water being dumped onto his head. "Almost forgot my favorite part." (Y/n) giggled before lathering up his hair and massaging his scalp tinderly. "Ready to rinse?" (Y/n) asked as she filled the bowl she used before with warm water from the tap. "Mmhmm." Axel nodded his head, closing his eyes and tilting his head to grant her better access. "Such a good boy." (Y/n) praised quietly, a giggle passing her lips when she felt Axel pinch her butt. Once the suds were washed from his hair, (Y/n) made an effort to get out of the tub, but her footing was a little off and she nearly tumbled out of the tub instead. Luckily Axel was quiet quick and quiet strong, easily catching her and effortlessly hoisting her out of the tub. "Thanks honey." (Y/n) cooed as she leaned up to reach his lips for a kiss. "You're shivering." Axel pointed out instead of closing the gap, suddenly aware of her rattling form. "No kiss?" (Y/n) pouted this time, making Axel chuckle. "Be patient." He sassed playfully as he stepped out of the draining tub, making quick work to remove (Y/n)'s wet clothes, he then wrapped her in his towel, more focused on her than the fact that he was stark naked.

"Come on let's get you into some dry clothes." He insisted as he scooped her up into his arms, making note of how her shivering had slowed down a little. "Look who's talking." (Y/n) teased making Axel aware of his own nakedness. "Well since we're here, I know a great way to warm you up real quick." Axel smirked as they entered the master bedroom. "You're so ornery." (Y/n) giggled as he laid her down on the bed, hovering over her with adoring eyes. "Well come on then, what kind of wife would I be to deny my sweet husband." (Y/n) teased as she opened her arms to him, giggling when he practically pounced on her. "A cruel wife I'm afraid." Axel teased as he wrapped his arms securely around her waist, as he lay nestled between her legs. "Careful now." She warned playfully, making Axel snicker as he kissed and nipped at her neck. "Oh Axel." (Y/n) sighed dreamily as he kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts. A hum of approval escaping her throat as he began his journey back up her body, smiling like a dope when he finally kissed her awaiting lips. "So what did you make for dinner?" Axel suddenly asks, making (Y/n) glare at him despite her small grin. "Oh really now you're interested in dinner huh? When you finally get me right where you want me, and you ask about dinner." (Y/n) laughed when he gave her a goofy grin. "Figured I'd ask." He shrugged casually, his fingers idly tracing patterns into (Y/n) side. "You're such a difficult man, why on earth did I decide to marry you?" (Y/n) joked making Axel click his tongue. "Beats me." He chuckled before tinderly kissing her lips. "But dinners getting cold." Axel whispered making (Y/n) laugh as he got up from the bed, pulling her up along with him. "Cruel man. Get me all hot and bothered, then insist on eating dinner instead." (Y/n) pouted as she allowed Axel to dress her in one of his flannels and a clean pair of panties. "I told ya I'd warm you up didn't I?" Axel teased as he slid into a pair of pajama pants, choosing to go without a shirt. "Oh you're such a tease!" (Y/n) sighed with a pout, a giggle betraying her mood, when Axel scooped her up into his arms. "You'll just have to wait until later dear wife." He smiled before kissing her temple as they exited the bedroom, his words making (Y/n) roll her eyes playfully.

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*God I freaking love Neil's version of Axel so fucking much! Anyways hope you enjoyed this piece, and don't be afraid to leave a comment, or reblog this of you really enjoyed it. It really helps out you know.

[tawneybel]

Imagine running into the last person you want to see while trying to escape from the Hanniger Mine. You freeze when the beam of light from Harry Warden’s headlamp hits your face. He must have already met your boyfriend, because the killer has your n/u/d/e Valentine photos fanned out in one hand. The other hand is violently pumping an erec/tion.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Well if we’re going the slasher route, FMK, Jason, The My Bloody Valentine guy, and Brahms Heelshire?

Did I,,,,,,,,did I tell you guys about my mask kink,,,,,,cause like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,all of these characters wear masks and,,,,,,,,,,,,,anyways-

Marry Brahms cause did you SEE his house???? Fuck Axel Palmer for,,,,,,reasons,,, and kill Jason cause I cannot imagine him ever having sex like I think this dude believes in celibacy even after marriage

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Mothpoint #9- Family Feud

*It felt wrong, locking them up, but Simon didn’t have any other choice. He was sure if he let them go, they’d kill him. Or, he’d have to kill them, and he couldn’t live with himself if it came to that*

Thawne- -name is Chronos.

Simon- Huh?

Thawne- *sigh* The time traveller on Pike’s payroll. I should have known.

Simon- Who… who is he?

Thawne- A long time Atom foe, went off the grid a few years ago. Palmer, that is the Atom, damaged his time belt, stranding him in the void. A space outside of time, when a timeline has been overwritten. Spent a millennia there before he managed to break out, and when he did… he was different. Picked up some temporal abilities, clairvoyance, the usual. Made him even more annoying

Simon- This Chronos guy, why would he help Pike?

Thawne- Why would you?

Simon- What?

Thawne- She’s still breathing. It would have been one less thing to worry about, now wouldn’t it?

Simon- I’m not you.

Thawne- And they’re not them. Stop treating them as such.

Simon- *They* are my family.

Thawne- Touching. But wrong

*No. Thawne was wrong, he was a trickster, a liar and a monster thought Simon. He had to get through to her. He knew if he got through to her, then the world was fixable. He didn’t know how he knew that, but he just knew. While he waited for her to wake up, he was working on a new costume. Old costume? It would be the same style he wore up to the City of Fear incident. Very classic. Bright pink and yellow, trunks, eyes instead of a visor. It was his most “heroic” look, even if he preferred his current suit for a myriad of reasons. He was hoping he’d finish before she awoke, but alas he heard her struggle against her bonds behind him as he worked, and he managed to turn around and face what he’d done only when he heard the chair fall over. He walked over and gingerly righted her. She spat at him.*

Emi- Get me out of here. Now.

*He closed his eyes, took a deep breath.*

Simon- Emi-

Emi- Go on then, how do you know my name?

Simon- We’re… Emi, this is going to sound crazy, but… Emi, you and I… We… we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. In an alternate timeline.

*Suddenly Emi laughs, loud, harsh, a sound Simon had never heard from her, not like this. It was a cruel laugh, sarcastic*

Emi- I’m not buying it. You think I’m stupid enough to go out with you? In this, or any time!

*He sighed, and returned to his work station. He’d been in a lot of crazy scenarios before. But altered timelines? That was new. He had thought himself immune to that all-encompassing phobia, the fear of change. He had thought wrong. Maybe, when he fixed everything, he’d visit Arkham and ask Doctor Crane about that… Or Professor Strange? Maybe there was a psychiatrist somewhere in Gotham who wasn’t insane…*

Emi- Look, freak, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. Green Arrow’ll be here any minute and ohhhhhh man we are going to have some fun with you.

Thawne- You’re referring to your tracking device? The one you hid in the heel of your boot? First thing the kid did was destroy it. Waste of parts, if you ask me…

Simon- Could you-?

Thawne- Sorry, should I leave you "love birds" alone?

Emi- Ok, so maybe you do know my secrets. What good’s that gonna do ya? Do you even have a plan, or am I just gonna die of old age?

Thawne- I have a plan. No idea what the kid’s is though.

Simon- Really?

Thawne- I’m going.

Simon- Sorry, he’s… it’s complicated

Emi- Seems like a recurring problem

Simon- Well, I …am working on a plan. You’re not actually part of it – yet! If you’d like to help me, that’d be great, but for now, I just wanted to have someone to talk to. Not him, I can’t… You, I wanted you to talk to. Or I’ll just listen to you. Even when you’re being mean, I can’t not love you.

*He was pretty sure Thawne put his palm to his forehead at that point. Admittedly, it wasn’t Simon’s best line*

Emi- Oh. My God, you are by far the most naïve supervillain I’ve ever dealt with. How the hell are you one of the best enforcers of Gotham’s underworld.

Simon- That’s what I’m saying, I’m not.

*He had finally got the antennae on, those were always the trickiest, and thus the costume was complete. He stepped out of the room to change, then leapt back in with a dramatic “Ta-da!” Upon which Emiko burst out laughing, again.*

Simon- You don’t like it? You always liked it before…

Emi- AhahahahohmyGod. Oh my God. That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.

*Simon looked down, dejected, then pulled a chair over, in front of Emiko. He sat down, removed his mask, and looked at her.*

Emi- What do you think you’re doing?

Simon- -I need to know that…that you’re my Emi. Maybe I’m wrong and I can’t fix everything. But Jay, Jay always told me you-you get the lightning rod and that keeps you grounded and so if I can-can get through to you I’ll be able to fix everything.

*The words were hard to get out. The idea that maybe he couldn’t fix everything, that maybe he couldn’t get her back. It killed him.*

Emi Get me. The fuck. Out of this cell. You stupid. Piece of shit.

*He dropped his mask on the floor, put his head in his hands, and started to weep. He would still try and find a solution, but he wasn’t going to get through to her now, was he?*

Emi- Oh my God, you’re crying? Over some mean wittle words? Geez, what’ll you do when I throw you in Arkham?

*In that moment, he bolted up from the chair*

Simon- Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!

*He had never yelled with that much anger…ever. And certainly not at her. He saw the brief flash of fear in her eyes, even as she hid it. What did he look like to her, he wondered. Was that that other him, breaking through, or was he always like this? Was this what was always beneath the surface? No wonder Charaxes wanted him… He reached back for the chair, tried to sit down, instead he just fell down on the ground. He lay back fully, put his hands over his eyes and began to laugh. The laugh became a scream and then, silence. He stood himself up, picked up his mask, looked at her one last time, for now he tried to tell himself, then he put on his mask and left the room*

Thawne- *Sigh* Young love…

*Simon wanted to hit him so badly, if only he had speed… Then he could kill him, like he killed him, over and over and over. But then he realised that it simply wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. Right now Thawne was his only hope. Emi wasn’t going to help him. And so, he slumped out of that room too, ignoring his companion’s mocking "tutting," defeated to be met with his father’s face. Kinda. It was peculiar. His mask bore a striking resemblance to the Arkham Moth’s; both were green, both had dark rebreathers, and both had yellow, tinted visors Simon was sure hid an inner pain. Perhaps that was how, if not to Emi, he could appeal to his dad. Perhaps*

Drury- Went well, did it?

Simon- What was in the vial?

Drury- It doesn’t matter, does it?

Simon- It matters to me.

Drury- *You* don’t matter. If you don’t mind, I’d rather await my impending doom, then listen to you right now.

…

Simon- I know about your friends. Gar, and Mira-

Drury- Don’t you speak their names. Don’t you dare. What, did you think we’re equal or something, you think we can talk now because you know my tragic backstory? The friends that I’ve lost-! … Who told you anyway, your pal Carson?

…

Simon- I’m… I’m sorry.

Drury- Hnh. I don’t care.

…

Simon- Carson’s not my friend or anything. In case you thought-

Drury- Hmph.

Simon- He blew me up once.

Drury- You look pretty good considering.

Simon- What happened Drury. What really happened?

…

Drury- I was drunk. Gar was drunk. Miranda was- We were all drunk, we were on our way back from a play, Les Miserables- yeah, don’t look surprised, I’m a theatre buff. The radio was glitching in and out… thought it was a horror channel, turns out, it wasn’t.

Simon- The Blackest Night.

Drury- I wasn’t watching the road, in-between arguments with Gar, and trying to switch off the radio, I swerved, careered off of a cliff. I got off alright, but them? Miranda had fallen, she wasn’t going to make it. And what about Gar, eh? Well. Heh.

*He takes his mask off, his face shadowed. He wipes a single tear from his eye, and continues*

Drury- He hadn’t got out the car, don’t know if he even coulda, heck by that point it was on fire, blazing even. But he wouldn’t move. He just… sat there, seatbelt still buckled- burning, entranced by the flames. I tried pulling him out, I really did, but it was too late. I shoulda watched the road, yet I- I killed them. And then, then they came back. Black, grey, dead, like the rest of those so called ‘Black Lanterns’….

*Drury takes a step forward, Simon a step back, he knew it was coming but there it was. His dad’s face. Scarred, burned all on one side, not unlike Two-Face’s, one eye dead, the other filled with regret. Never before had Simon felt so much… pity for his father*

Drury- I watched them die, then I watched them be perverted, transformed into zombies by some necromancer, and they spoke to me. Mocked me. Blamed me. And y’know, they were right. Was that what you wanted to hear?

…

Drury- I’ve answered your questions, suppose it’s my turn. Who, are you?

…

Simon- My name is Simon. Simon… King.

Drury- Simon. I always liked that name…

Simon- You ever considered naming Ax- your son that?

Drury- My son-? I… I put my kids into foster care. They deserve better than I could give them. Axel, and Kitte- Katie. Heh.

…

Simon- I didn’t grow up with my father, but… I idolised him. I still felt like I knew him. Every news report, every article, I watched it all. My dad was one of the "greats"… Two years ago, I finally met him. He wasn’t that legend. In fact, he was better than I could imagine.

Drury- Why’s that?

Simon- He was kind. He was good. Yeah, he did bad crap, yeah he hurt people, but he always did it for his family, and for his friends. He was there for them. Like you should be for your kids.

Drury- I don’t deserve them.

Simon- They deserve a father, don’t they?

…

Drury- Your old man, what happened to him?

…

Simon- I lost him. ==== *It was for the best, he knew that. But it hurt all the same, like a bullet in his chest. Granted, he did have a bullet in his chest, so that might just be that that stung, but he doubted it. He had spent a good minute staring at that keypad, going back and forth on it, before finally, he put in the code he’d set. It was her birthday*

Simon- You’re… you’re free to go.

Emi- This is a trick, right?

Simon- No. Please.

*Emi stared at him, and the pain returned- having her look at him like he was nothing was worse than any wound, that was now a certainty. She climbed out the window, and then, she was gone. Simon walked quietly back to the main cortex*

Thawne- Did you do it?

*Simon doesn’t say anything. Thawne smiles, and nods*

Thawne- Good boy. This, is our key to getting out of this mess.

*Thawne picks the courier up from the workbench. It’s heavily modified*

Thawne- This is a hypertime tracker. Alone, it’s useless, but combined with DNA, it can track that person’s movements across time, to the last place they travelled.

Simon- Then, it’s nearly over…

Thawne- Aside from your daddy issues, the Fireflies and Bane, yes. Yes it’ll be over, but first, we need Chronos.

——– Credit to Brute, who wrote the framework of the Simon/Emi conversation back when this story was just a concept. It’s been heavily adapted since, as new characters and plot lines were introduced

Posted by Duncan C. Young on 2019-02-09 14:16:23

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Imagine # 896

Picture NOT mine.

Year posted - 2021

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Imagine # 895

Picture NOT mine.

Year posted - 2021