#if you think oc x canon is cringe i suggest you RUN GET OUT RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN BEFORE ITS TOO LATE

[sketchyjaycomics]

I'm back and I have ideas (unfortunately)

[thescatterbrainedwriter]

Crossed Wires pt.3

Flash Fanfic

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Warnings: None

Word Count: ~2,500

Pairings: Oc x Canon

***Note: Emily is my own creation, I just like sticking her in random places***

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Emily woke early the next morning, Harry still sleeping sound beside her. She pondered if it would still be Harry or if Nash took control again before stretching and leaving the warm covers. With one last stretch she rummaged around for something to wear, picking up a pair of her pants before looking for a shirt. Not finding any of her spares that were clean, she instead opted for one of Nash’s. He wouldn’t miss one of his many white shirts nor would he really mind, in fact he seemed to stare a little bit longer whenever she borrowed one. Smiling to herself she slipped out of her sleep shirt and into his before turning to the bed after having heard the sheets ruffle. “Morning,” she said smiling.

“Mornin’,” the response came with a distinctive southern drawl. Emily froze studying the familiar yet unfamiliar face looking back at her. Where in the world did his shirt go? Harry certainly fell asleep with one on. “Whaaa....?” she started confused.

“My apologies,” he replied standing. “Lothario, at your whim and desire.” He bowed low looking her up and down once he righted himself with a half smirk. Emily cringed a bit recognizing who it was that had taken control. “Ah, right. You dropped trow at a council meeting.”

“Made an impression did I?” He asked somewhat smugly taking a few steps toward her. “If only because it was so unexpected,” Emily countered taking a step back. He chuckled having come to a stop a few feet in front of her. “Yes, well, I’m not just impressive to look at. Should you so choose, I’d be more than happy to demonstrate my skills.”

“Ah, no, no thank you. That won’t be necessary,” Emily dismissed stepping around him. “Worried little ole Nash won’t measure up after?” he asked cheekily. Emily spun around and looked him in the eye, something she suspected may have excited him a degree given his reactionary behavior. “Did you forget you’re just borrowing Nash’s body?” she asked.

“Are you implying you’re already, *intimately,* familiar with him?” He attempted at prying. Although she could feel her cheeks become red and ears begin to burn she held her glare. “I’m not gonna stay on this topic,” she declared bringing an intrigued raised eyebrow to the man’s face. “Doppelgängers is carbon copies of each other,” he calls after her as she turns to leave the room. “But that don’t mean he can do what I do.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me,” she called back continuing towards the kitchen. “If you want food you’ll drop it and follow me.” Lothario smirked and followed her keeping quiet about the previous topic like she asked. “Since I’ve only seen you in passing,” she said rounding a corner into the kitchen. “What did you want for breakfast?”

“You,” he said pointedly sauntering up to the table. Emily gave him a look and sighed somewhat annoyed. “I meant food.”

“You look appetizing, you tellin’ me you ain’t nowhere on the menu?” He asked trying his best at flashing a smolder look. Emily glared completely over his schtick. “You’re not the first person with such a mindset I’ve had to deal with,” she said with some authority. “I’m not afraid of enforcing boundaries.”

“Ohh, scary,” he dismissed still smirking.

“Fine, you will get toast and you will like it,” she said matter-of-factly before turning to place four slices of bread in a near by toaster. After pressing the button she spun back around to point at him having heard his steps coming up behind her. “Sit,” she ordered. Rolling his eyes he complied taking a seat near by continuing to watch her and she continued keeping her eye on him. When the toaster popped, and without breaking eye contact, she floated the bread out and a plate from a cupboard before placing the toast onto it floating it over to Lothario. “What, no butter? Honey? Maybe some sugar?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows. Keeping a deadpan face, she floated over butter setting it down next to his plate. “When you’re done I’m taking you to the lab,” she said. “So don’t dawdle.”

“Yes, of course,” he smiled buttering his toast. “Are you gettin’ somethin’ as well?”

“I basically run off cosmic radiation and as such don’t need much food,” she explained. “I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense,” he dismissed holding up a piece of toast. “Even Superman needs breakfast. ‘Ave one at least.” Emily eyed him for a moment before accepting. “Alright, fine. One piece.” She floated over some brown sugar and cinnamon to sprinkle on top before taking a bite. Lothario watched her curiously. “What you doin’?”

“Hmm? Oh, you’ve never had brown sugar cinnamon toast?” Emily asked mid bite.

“Can’t say that I have,” he responded.

“My mom used to make that for a special breakfast whenever there wasn’t time for actual special breakfast like strawberry shortcake.” Emily explained.

“Sounds delicious,” Lothario replied interested. Emily smiled reflecting on the breakfast memory. “Started by my memere, it has dense biscuits, sliced strawberries and lots and lots of whipped cream.”

“Whipped cream you say?” Lothario asked with a smirk. Emily’s face dropped, her jaw slack and cocked to one side clearly not amused. “Uh huh,” she said before deciding to just play along. “Sometimes it gets all over, just really messy y’know?”

“Uh huh,” Lothario agreed too distracted to finish the piece of toast in his hand.

“‘Course, if you don’t wash it off right away, the cream and syrup from the strawberries just make things really..... really..... sticky.” Emily took slow careful steps toward the table where he was sitting and leaned over it. Lothario stared wide eyed and slack jawed at her, his mind swimming with images until he dropped his toast startling him. Emily smirked. “You done?”

“I uh.... yeah. S’pose so,” he said still dazed.

“Good, lets go then,” she said holding out her hand. Lothario took the opportunity to get up close pulling her right up against him as he held her hand, almost like he was preparing to dance. Emily blushed and felt rather uncomfortable, especially with the placement of his hand so low on her back, but kept her composure enough to form a wormhole and transported them both to the lab. “Caitlyn!” Emily called trying to pry herself away from Lothario who had pressed himself closer to her. It was still rather early in the morning but she had taken note she usually showed up first. Caitlyn rounded the corner into the cortex in time to hear Emily scolding him. “Let me go before your hands are broken,” she said sternly.

“Nash?” Caitlyn asks.

“Lothario,” they both answer simultaneously.

“Please tell me he has cloths on this time,” Cisco pleads from around the corner just as Caitlyn was about to ask what he meant. “Council of Wells, has little to no concept of pants,” Cisco explained seeing Caitlyn’s confusion. “Ah,” she responded in understanding eyeing him warily.

“I made sure he kept pants on,” Emily assured.

“Not for lack of trying,” Lothario teased still keeping uncomfortably close to her. Emily stuck her hand in his face to keep him from making eyes at her. “He’s not very convincing.”

“You didn’t give me an opportunity to,” he countered trying to get his face close again.

“Caitlyn, help, please,” Emily pleaded.

“Alright, ok,” she says heading over to break things up. “Lets see what the device readings are for last night. Maybe it can tell us how to reverse it seeing as its happened again.”

“Don’t feel you need to rush,” Lothario said nonchalantly walking to the exam room. “I’m happy hangin ‘round for a while.” He winked at Emily who huffed still somewhat flustered.

“I think we may have to rush that actually,” Caitlyn said studying the readings. “Why, what is it?” Emily asked concerned. “It would seem that, somehow, the neural device not only monitored but malfunctioned during the night and caused his brainwaves to become unstable.”

“So what does that mean exactly? Is it dangerous?”

“It’s hard to tell but, it’s possible he could suffer permanent brain damage if the instability goes unchecked effectively leaving him in a vegetative state,” she said pointing at the screen.

“So how do we fix that?” Lothario asked now worried himself.

“Well, perhaps we could make adjustments to the device in order to stabilize and prevent spontaneous jumps. Most importantly though, is getting Nash to the front and preventing as many jumps as possible. The more jumps, the more damage.”

“So, I could disappear for good?” Lothario asked. “Caput? Erased? No more?”

“You, and every other Wells entangled in there,” Caitlyn confirmed.

Hearing the news, Emily became restless and tried to keep herself calm. “Emily? Hey, are you alright?” Caitlyn asked concerned. “Yeah, I’ll.... I’ll be ok,” she said stiffly. “Just a bit of anxiety, that’s all. How many jumps happened last night?”

Caitlyn paused while hiding the tablet. “Emily....”

“How many?” She insisted. “Please, it’s gonna be worse if you don’t tell me.” Caitlyn pursed her lips and paused. “According to the data retrieved, it looks like.... maybe 5,” she explained hesitantly. Mild panic flashed over Emily’s face and her whole self seemed to fall. “How bad did that leave things?”

“I can’t say exactly,” Caitlyn admitted. “But, we really don’t want more than that to happen again. Considering he still seems coordinated and aware of what he is doing, if there is any damage it’s not serious and easily reversible.” Emily ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath. “Why don’t you go take a walk?” Cisco suggested. “You look like you could use some air.” Emily shook her head. “No, I’m fine,” she dismissed. Cisco and Caitlyn nodded after a reluctant pause, Lothario studied her curiously mentally noting her attempt at saving face. He could tell she wasn’t handling this as well as she wanted them to believe but didn’t say anything.

“Alright, what’s step one?” She asked crossing her arms and resolving to see a solution.

“First step would be to recalibrate the neural device to stabilize his brainwaves,” Caitlyn explained nodding to Cisco.

“The device is wired mostly to Caitlyn’s brain, which thinking about it now, may have contributed to the malfunction; it wasn’t calibrated to handle so many patterns,” Cisco chimed in. “So we’ll need a detailed recent scan to start things off.”

“We still have the scan from when Eobard was expelled, right?” Emily asked.

“Right!” Caitlyn said remembering the prior events. “We can use that as a ‘target’ for the device. So that just leaves programming it to re-merge the brainwaves and getting Nash back to the front.”

“I’ll see if I can get th’ other Wells’ t’talk,” Lothario offered keeping his attention on Emily. “Don’t worry, we’ll get ‘im back for ya.” He nodded with a genuine smile and not his usual leer. Emily returned it causing a glimmer to appear in his eye and his smile to widen a bit. “So you, go head off with Cisco there and deal with the programming and I’ll stay here with Miss Caitlyn, and work out how to get Nash back.” Emily nodded with a deep sigh before turning to Cisco who ushered her away. “You sure you’re alright?” Cisco asked once they got a few feet down the hall. “I’ll be better when things are sorted,” she muttered. Cisco nodded in agreement before they entered his lab to begin working.

After a bout two and a half hours, Cisco and Emily felt confident they were making good headway. Using the data from the expulsion of Thawn, they modified the device to alternate frequencies until the brainwaves merged back into stable position. All they needed now was for Nash to be in the forefront when everything fell into place. “This should keep jumps from happening,” Cisco explained holding the modified device. “Once Nash takes control, we can increase the frequency to start and hopefully complete the merging process.”

Emily smiles and sighs with some relief. “Alright, lets get this to Lothario and see if it helps stabilize things,” she suggested. Cisco nods in agreement and they both leave for the cortex. “When we see the results of this first test, we can tweak the settings to better resonate,” Cisco explains as they walk, more in an effort to break her unease than to clarify the functions. Emily nodded understanding what he was doing and suspected it was for his benefit as well as hers, he and Nash had grown into quite good friends since Earth Prime had been created and everyone settled into their new routines. She was sure he was just as worried as her about these developments. The closer they got, the louder a murmured voice became until they realized Caitlyn was having a very intense argument with Lothario. Although, Lothario didn’t quite sound like himself; it seemed to them that he donned a new accent. Emily’s face fell in concern at the immediate implication to such a development and quickened her pace. Hurrying into the room they both were at a near sprint when they arrived.

“Will you shut up!” Frost, who couldn’t take the arguing much longer and took over, nearly yelled. “And keep your voice down will you?”

“Jou can’t zeriously ve conzidering listening to zat oafs propozition,” a new Wells voice asked somewhat insulted. “He haz no idea vat he iz doing!”

“Wolfgang?” Cisco asked in surprise. The man turned and faced them having been shaken from his thoughts momentarily. “Jes, jes, of course,” he dismissed. “Ze only juan who knows vat to do apparently.”

“Yeah, that’s Wolfgang,” Cisco confirmed sourly glancing over at Emily. Wolfgang followed his gaze and his demeanor changed to a more friendly tone. “Ah, Emily,” he said with an actual smile. “So nice to meet jou again.” He breezed over and clasped his hands around one of hers, Emily staring blearily at him. “Vorry not,” he assured, “I am formulating ze perfect tactic to get jou jour Nash back.”

“Another jump?” was all Emily could mutter. “Well, at least it was one. It was only one, yes?” Her eyes pleaded more than she outwardly showed. Wolfgang paused tensing briefly while holding her gaze. “Ah, jes, vell.....” he started, gaze wavering as he struggled to hold it. “I...... I am ze..... only vun to appear.... if zat is vat jou mean,” he struggled. Emily didn’t say anything continuing to stare, Wolfgang began to feel uneasy under the unrelenting gaze and even Cisco became wary of her rigid demeanor. “Emily, dahlink.....” Wolfgang continued. “Lothario.... he’s not ze best at vorming coherent toughtz. Ezpecially zince he, well, can’t ‘tink properly’, if jou get vat I’m zaying.” His eyes and head rolled downward for a moment and he shuddered before looking at her again. “Don’t you listen to him none,” Lothario said assuming control again. “He’s just angry I have a diffnt way of doin things is all. Unorthodox he calls it.”

Emily felt her panic rise a degree witnessing a jump first hand. “No, no....” she said quietly to herself registering what he just went through. “Now, don’t worry,” Lothario tried reassuring. “I know just how to get ole Nash front n’center.”

“No, Lothario, did you just—“ Emily started before yet another Wells appeared pulling Lothario back into the recesses of Nash’s psyche. “They have no idea what they’re doing,” he said with yet another accent, this time sounding french. “They are neglecting how his emotional being is, how to calm him in order to ease the transition.”

“H.P.?” Emily asked trying to keep her freak out under wraps. “Yes, indeed,” he replied with a smile. “So good you remember me. Perhaps we could have a conversation sometime in the future. It seems something is always going on lately and prevents proper socializing.”

“Wh-Wait, you... you don’t..... You can’t......” Emily stuttered before yet another jump happened. It took him a moment to shake off the now sluggish delay before making eye contact again. “Can you b’lieve them?” Lothario said back in the lead. “I wasn’t nearly done with my-“

“No, STOP!” Emily nearly yelled, her hands now shaking as panic finally set in to full effect. Everyone froze and stared in surprise at her outburst. They knew she was worried but had no idea how much trouble she was having keeping her cool. “I think.... I think I’ll go take that.... that walk now,” she said, voice wavering a touch as she ran her hands through her hair. “I could use some air....”

“Yeah, go get some air...” Cisco agreed placing a hand on her shoulder as she walked away. He turned back to Lothario with an irritated and disapproving look. “What?” Lothario asked seemingly oblivious. “I say sum’n wrong?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” Cisco retorted sarcastically. “You were warned about brain jumps and what do you do? How many happened??”

“Now hold on, it wasn’t just me,” Lothario defended.

“I’m not talking to just you, I know the other Wells’ can hear too,” Cisco near snapped. Lothario stared after Emily for a moment before inhaling deeply and changing posture. “I’m going to go talk to her,” he said still looking past him. “No, I think you’ve done enough,” Cisco denied.

“It would help more if you stayed here,” Caitlyn added switching with Frost again now that Wolfgang had receded. “She’s really quite concerned with all this.”

“I know,” he said finally turning to make eye contact with someone other than an empty hallway. “I know. But, this is Harry. Please, I think I can put her at ease.”

“Not you too, Harry,” Cisco started to complain.

“No, I promise it wasn’t a jump or anything like that,” he assured. “I was permitted to ‘drive’, so to say, and I think that’s the key. Having Nash just close enough to the surface and then giving him permission to take control again.”

“But the question remains, how do we find him and bring him forward?” Caitlyn added.

“Well, I’ve been......I’ve been conversing, or as close to conversing as you can call it, with the other Wells’ and they’ve been trying to guide him forward. And let me tell you, it isn’t easy. Especially with Wolfgang and Lothario making so much noise.”

“I can imagine,” Cisco commented sourly.

“But I think it will help if she’s here too. Like a.... like a target or anchor point for him to aim for. But it would be best if she was on board with the idea,” Harry concluded. After a brief pause and moment of consideration, they both nodded in agreement. “So, anyone have any idea where she may have wandered off to?” He asked.

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I must admit, my mind started rambling a bit at this point so I apologize if things get confusing. I couldn’t quite figure out how to articulate what it was I wanted to say.

[amethystgelfling]

A Daughter - AU One Shot

ahhh, yes, the tea: so I was originally going to post some smut, but I’m slightly ashamed of myself for writing it, so here’s some fluff instead!

(But I will post it if you want me to 👀)

DISCLAIMER STUFF:

I write in an AU where there the Garthim Wars either haven’t happened, or are won by the Gelfling. It makes me happy, but if you prefer canon, please feel free to scroll past!

This is Canon x OC content, so if that’s not your thing, please feel free to scroll past! I’ve mentioned in the past that Gurjin and Kovina have a daughter, so I thought I would share her birth with you! She’s still without a name, though, so please leave any name suggestions you have below! Please note this is just writing for fun, I appreciate you taking the time to read my little projects! 💖

Kovina woke in the early hours of the morning to a sharp pain in her stomach. She groaned as she sat up in bed, rubbing her hand over her swollen belly in an attempt to soothe the pain. Her mind was foggy as she tried to register what was going on, struggling to shake the tiredness away. As she adjusted herself, she felt a wetness soaking her night clothes and the bedsheet beneath her. Panic set in quickly as she realised that her waters had broken and she was in labour.

“Gurjin,” Kovina called to her husband who was snoring next to her, shaking him by the arm gently.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice low and quiet, he was obviously still half asleep. Kovina cringed at the feeling of her wet clothes and then grimaced as another contraction started to come.

“My water has broken, I’m in labour,” Kovina said through heavy breaths as she tried to get through the pain. “I forgot how much this hurts.” Gurjin turned over, an eyebrow raised in confusion. He sat up out of bed quickly once he realised that Kovina was telling the truth, throwing on a shirt and pausing to rub Kovina’s back as she groaned when another contraction washed over her.

“Isn’t this early? I thought we had another unum left?” He asked nervously, worrying that there was something wrong. Kovina nodded, finally lifting her head to look at him as the contraction faded. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Please fetch someone quickly... I think I’m getting close to delivering,” Kovina asked meekly, standing up from the soaked sheets and slipping out of her stained clothes. She frowned as she reached for something a little bit looser and cleaner, “I cleaned those just yesterday.” She sulked as she kicked away the soiled clothes like a petulant child.

Gurjin hurried into the nursery and scooped their sleeping son, Nym, into his arms, wrapping a blanket around the toddler as he carried him outside in search of his sister. He navigated through Stone-in-the-Wood quickly, banging firmly on the door of Naia’s house. A few seconds later, Naia opened the door, a sour look on her face - presumably from being so rudely awoken.

“Sorry to wake you, I know it’s early but the baby is coming! Do you think you could watch Nym until Kovina has delivered?” Gurjin asked breathlessly, panic was starting to set in as he realised he would soon have 2 childlings. Naia nodded in understanding, taking her nephew in her arms and heading back inside as Gurjin dashed across Stone-in-the-Wood again, this time in search of his mother. Laesid answered quickly, barking orders at Gurjin to grab the necessary items before dragging him back to his own house.

“Kovina, are you okay?” Gurjin called out as he and Laesid entered his home, swiftly making their way to the small bedroom. Kovina had propped herself up against the bed frame and was breathing heavily as she tried to manage a stronger contraction. He rushed to her side as Laesid prepared towels and a bowl of water to clean the baby with.

“No, this is horrible and I hate it.” She replied through gritted teeth, moaning in pain as another contraction hit her again. Laesid rolled her eyes, propping Kovina’s legs into the right position. Kovina started pushing almost immediately, squeezing Gurjin’s hand with ferocity. Kovina moaned in pain again as the baby’s head started to become visible.

“Excellent, keep going!” Laesid encouraged as she helped her fully birth the baby’s head. Kovina pushed a few more times, using all the strength she had. The pain was now at its peak and Kovina gradually became more vocal as the baby’s shoulders started to appear. 

Gurjin looked down as the tiny baby was born, its tiny wail filling the room. Kovina sighed in exhaustion, tears already running down her face as she heard the baby cry. Laesid laid the baby down on a large towel, giving it a quick look over before dipping a small cloth into the bowl of water and gently cleaning the shrieking newborn. Laesid smiled as she wrapped up the newborn, carefully handing it to Gurjin. 

“Congratulations, son. A daughter.” Laesid said proudly. Gurjin felt tears run down his face as he held the tiny baby in his arms. Her skin was slightly paler than her brothers and her hair was fair, with faded chunks of green and blue running through it. The baby whined a little bit, but ceased its wailing for the time being.

“Remove your shirt and hold the baby to your chest,” Laesid instructed, glancing over her shoulder at Gurjin as she checked over Kovina, “skin to skin bonding is vitally important for newborns and their parents.”

“Hello there. Aren’t you so precious?” Gurjin said quietly, gazing down at the baby held safely in his arms. He did as instructed, using his free hand to unbutton his shirt and placed the baby in the open fabric, making sure the baby’s skin was flush against his own.

Laesid helped Kovina out of bed so she could lay some clean sheets for them. Kovina winced as she stood, being as careful as possible as she pulled some fresh, comfortable clothes on to crawl back into bed. Laesid made the bed quickly, gesturing for Kovina to climb back in.

“Rest up. You’ve delivered a little bit early, so you may need a few extra days to recover.” Laesid said matter-of-factly, collecting the dirty sheets and disappearing away into the kitchen with them. Gurjin sat down beside Kovina on their bed, still cradling the newborn. She was quiet now, her big brown eyes looking up at him.

“It’s a girl,” Gurjin said, contentment in his quiet voice. Kovina smiled, wiping away a stray tear. He placed the baby into Kovina’s arms so she could try to give the baby her first feed. The baby latched straight away, feeding happily. Gurjin stifled a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Kovina asked, a small smile on her face as she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing, it just seems like both of our babies are incredibly hungry.” They shared a laugh, sitting in pleasant silence for a while as the baby fed. Gurjin had witnessed the birth of his childling and he felt incredibly grateful for it.

“I’m glad you didn’t send me away,” He started, lifting his hand to rub the baby’s cheek affectionately. “Watching her being born was an experience I’ll never forget.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” Kovina said, giving him a quick kiss.

Gurjin sighed as he leaned into his pillow, his eyes still locked onto the feeding baby in Kovina’s arms. Kovina put her head back slightly, closing her eyes for a moment. Her long platinum blonde hair was askew, with chunks of pale blue and lilac draped over one shoulder.

“Everything hurts.” She said bluntly, grinning as Gurjin laughed. Gurjin held up his bruised hand, showing it off to her.

“I think I took a little bit of that pain.” Kovina’s eyes widened and Gurjin laughed even more. Kovina reached out and took his hand in hers, placing a kiss over the bruise.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaked. Gurjin kissed her hand in return, smiling at her once he was done.

“No need to apologise. You gave me another childling. You’re forgiven.” He said sweetly, shuffling closer to her so he could gaze at their baby again. Kovina smirked as she studied the way he gazed at the newborn.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger already, doesn’t she?” Kovina questioned, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Absolutely.” Gurjin replied, his gaze never leaving the baby.