#this started with 'let's make barry a Bastard'

[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites - Part 1

I will not apologize. I have been bothering my friend with this fic idea for so, so long..

You clocked the group of men as the entered the club. Clock in the back had shown just after ten PM when you popped back there for a bottle. They settled into seats at an empty table, the four of them giving a wide berth of elbow room between themselves and their neighbor. None of them looked at River who commanded the stage. You didn’t think much of it, lots of men came here to ‘do business’ such as it was.

You delivered the bottle to a private room, letting Strawberry handle the client service. You were functioning as the manager tonight despite being scheduled for a dancers shift. No one else had approached the now occupied table. You strode up, perking up your tits just so.

“Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?” Your voice came out sultry but still within the customer service range.

You look at them from left to right, clean cut guy, dark hair with a well trimmed beard.

“Top shelf whiskey, neat.”

You look to the next man, stubble warm brown skin tone.

“Beer, whatever is on tap.”

Next man wore a ski mask decorated with a human skull. You don’t blink, wasn’t even the worst thing you had seen tonight.

“Black Russian.”

You turn to the last man. It had been a long time since you saw a face that looked like yours. The mohawk hadn’t been there the last time.

“Get the fuck out.”

“What!?” Your half brother Johnny jumped up from his seat. “Why me! I haven’t donne anything!”

You reel back, struck by his words. He didn’t recognize you. Of course, the fucker walked out on you years ago and couldn’t be bothered to remember you now.

“Really,” you dragged the word out, “Johnny McTavish hasn’t done anything to his baby sister?”

His jaw dropped, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he took in your barely covered, well, everything.

“Bunny?” your childhood nickname comes out as a broken whisper. Like he has anything to be broken up over.

“Final warning, get out or get thrown out. Your friends too for arguing.” You shift your chin their direction.

The masked man stands, pulls out his wallet and drops a couple bills on the table before pushing Johnny forward.

“Come on Soap, more places we can drink tonight.” His voice rumbled just loud enough to carry over the music in the space.

The other two stand, more money dropped on the table. Beard gives you a quiet ‘ma’am’ as he passes. Stubble nods when he catches your eye. They all follow Mask out the door. He keeps a hand on Johnny as if to remind him that he can be carried. Bastard was big enough to make it work.

You see Barry the security guard glance between you and the men who just left. You gather up the cash on the table and fold it over in your hand as you walk towards him.

“Barry I just need ten minutes okay? I just had a…“ you search for the right word to express seeing your brother who you haven’t seen in almost fifteen years at a stripper bar. You don’t find a word for it. “Weird interaction and need to clear my head. Can you make rounds on all the girls? Misty and Summer should be finishing up their dances soon.”

“Course, I’ll take care of it. Just let me know if you need anything else dove.” Barry nodded and set about to keep the girls safe.

This club was a bit unusual in the area, they had a firm drink, no touch policy. Anyone wanting to touch a girl, even to fix the strap on her heels had to have a wristband that barred them from alcohol. Not that they had many takers for those but enough recovered alcoholics had started to talk that the club had become a decent spot to hang after a meeting.

You slip into the dressing room, taking a seat on a bench as you count out the cash. You count it again, and again before you believe it. Eight hundred dollars. Three men who you kicked out for coming in with your brother left an eight hundred dollar tip. They didn’t even get their drinks!

“What the fuck just happened?” you whisper to the room.

Part 2

Masterlist

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, hope you'er having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 team x male reader who gets mald by a strange large dog, at first they wonder if the dog had rabies but it was perfect healthy, but yet reader get extremely sick and there is no explanation.

When reader recovers he has super human strength and speed, and gets irritated faster which is unusual.

All the sudden change causing anxiety that he might he hurt someone or worst. (Reader turning into a werewolf)

You sure can! Alrighty, lets go! I'm pumped today for some reason... Also, sorry for taking this long 😣😣😣, also (C/S) = call sign

Summary: (Y/N) got bit by a dog on a mission. Everything was fine until he got extremely ill.

Warnings: military inaccuracies, flu, seizures, shifting, werewolf, characters are probably OOC

Also, is it just me or is Barry Sloane extremely hot?

(Y/N) leaned his head back as they were driving to their target's location. The mission was capture or kill, as Ghost had before they had all left. Unfortunately, their target location was in the woods, which made (Y/N) rather... Jumpy. He was never fond of the woods and the fact that it was so far into the woods was not good for (Y/N).

" Alright, listen up! " Price started, attracting attention from his squad. " We have already separated into teams. (Y/N) and Gaz, you are with Ghost and Soap is with me. We have our back up and since the house is separated into two part, each team will cover one. " Price finished, gripping his rifle.

Ghost looked at the youngest member of the task force. (Y/N) (L/N), also known as (C/S). Ghost tolerated him, but never gave him mercy on the mat. He was always tough on him, but (Y/N) didn't mind.

" Nervous? " Ghost asked (Y/N), making the youngest turn his head.

" I'm not a fan of woods that's all. " (Y/N) gave Ghost a short explanation. Ghost didn't say anything, he simply got up when the truck stopped.

(Y/N) took a quiet breath in and got up too. (Y/N) followed Ghost and with the rest of the back up they started moving quietly towards the houses. They parked far enough so that they won't be heard.

Both teams moved quietly and by some sort of luck, (Y/N)'s team got the house that was a bit further in the woods. Bastards. (Y/N) sighed as he moved quietly behind Ghost.

" Scared (C/S)? " Ghost teased.

" In your dreams lieutenant. " (Y/N) bit back.

Ghost didn't respond as he kicked the door in, entering quietly and swiftly. Everyone aimed the rifles and spread out through the ground floor. It was very rich house and (Y/N) felt a ping of jealousy. When he was younger, he wanted live in such a house. But not in the woods.

Ghost took down a man and (Y/N) progressed more into the house. He saw the kitchen that was leading to the terrace and he went to check it out. He slid the glass door open and he stepped out into the cold air. He cleared the deck, but stopped when he heard rustling.

He took a deep breath, steadying his hands. He needs to check it out, it could be the enemy, but also it could be an animal ready to maul him.

(Y/N) doesn't get paid enough for this at all. He went down the stairs, putting on his night vision goggles. He listened for the rustling sound before he heard a growl.

He had no time to even turn around, before he felt a something bite him. It attacked him from behind him, biting down head on his leg. (Y/N) let out a grunt as he fell down, face first onto the ground. He tried to turn around, but the thing was heavy and unrelenting.

(Y/N) tried to kick it with it's free leg, but he couldn't aim. A gunshot rang out and the thing whimpered and ran off. (Y/N) looked up, seeing Gaz at the window. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as he tried to get up. His leg was killing him and he limped back to the sliding glass doors. He was cursing and Gaz ran down the stairs to meet him.

" (C/S), what's wrong? " Gaz asked worried.

" Something bit me. I think a wolf or something. "

" What were you doing there anyway? " Gaz asked, crouching to see the bite.

" There is a terrace and it leads to backyard. I wanted to make sure that everything was clear there. " (Y/N) said as Gaz stood up.

" We need to get to you to a hospital. Come on. " Gaz said, helping (Y/N) walk.

" I hate life. " (Y/N) said as Gaz called it in. Ghost came down, looking at (Y/N)'s leg.

" You alright private? "

" Oh, I'm peachy sir, my leg burns and I might have rabies. " (Y/N) answered sarcastically. " Did you at least have any luck? "

" Not here, but Price had. We got him. "

(Y/N) smiled, happy that they got him. " Thank God. I would have killed someone if we had to look for him. "

(Y/N) hissed a bit as he was sat down. " We will get you to medical in no time. " Gaz reassured (Y/N), who didn't share the same sentiment.

" Yay. I'm taking a leave after this mission. But you know, chicks dig scars. Guys too... "

Gaz snorted as he took the first aid kit. He stopped the bleeding with the gauzed and (Y/N) now realized how this bite was painful.

" I think that my adrenalin is stopping, this bite hurts like a bitch. " (Y/N) said, watching as Gaz poured some alcohol on a clean gauze.

" Get ready, this is going to burn. "

" It can't get any worse than this. "

(Y/N) was in fact, wrong on every aspect of that. When he was shipped off to the medical he was tested for rabies and other stuff that the wolf might have. Thankfully, he didn't get rabies or anything else for that matter.

But what baffled everyone was how sick (Y/N) had gotten. It wasn't a normal flu that hits you out of nowhere and knocks you back on your ass, but something much more severe.

His temperature was way higher than it should be, he was paler then the walls in the medical wing of the base, he was unconscious and worst of all, despite having a high fever, he was cold to the touch.

To Price, he looked like a corpse and that scared him more than anything. He was living and yet he was looking like an actual corpse. Even Ghost was disturbed, although he won't show it outwardly.

And it took a lot to disturb Ghost. That man has see a lot of stuff.

Soap and Gaz were just terrified. They saw (Y/N) while he was sleeping and if it weren't for the monitor, Gaz and Soap would have thought that (Y/N) had died from the bite.

Price was baffled by just what has caused this. The doctors were even more baffled. Nobody had a definitive answer for Price however. Some say stress, some say something else... Needless to say, Price was going to lose his mind.

It was a sad sight to see. A young private, so full of life and sarcasm, the one who didn't show mercy on the mat and the one who was a great sniper. And the one who gave Price the most gray hairs.

Price was sitting down on a chair next to (Y/N)'s bed. He was under a lot of medication and he was hooked to a lot tubes. Price was finishing up some reports. He could have done it in his office, but he didn't want to leave his private alone.

He listened to the heart monitors as he filed out some forms. Ghost was doing some work with the recruits. Ghost and Soap were somewhere on the base and considering that soon there would be a time for lunch, they were probably going to cafeteria.

Soap and Gaz had a really fast metabolism and Price was always shocked by it. Either way, one of them was going to take the shift of watching (Y/N).

Price sighed as he closed up the folder. He put it on the nightstand, watching the now sleeping private. It has been a week since (Y/N) was sick and there were no signs of improvement. Price was afraid of what was going to happen if he doesn't wake up soon.

" Price? " A very croaky voice said, nearly giving Price a heart attack.

" (Y/N)? Hang on, I have to get the doctor. " Price said, standing up, leaving the room.

Once the doctor was done with making sure that everything was fine, the 141 task force was allowed in. (Y/N) was laying down, Gaz feeding him some jello.

" So, the doctor says you are going to be fine. " Price said, sitting down on a chair next to Gaz.

" That's good. " (Y/N) rasped out, making Price sigh.

" Don't talk please. Drink some water. Also, Alejandro and Rudy called. They wish you a speedy recovery. "

(Y/N) just put a thumb up and opened his mouth to eat the jello from Gaz.

" And I have great news. You don't have any rabies. " Price said, making (Y/N) raise his hands weakly up and down, as if he was partying.

" You should get discharged soon too. "

Another thumbs up from (Y/N).

(Y/N) thought that he was going to get better and everything would be back to normal.

Nothing was normal.

(Y/N) soon realized how this... 'flu' changed everything. (Y/N) was faster. That shouldn't be a bad thing right? Well, it is if you were never so fast in the first place. And if it broke every single human record there was in the base.

Soap was very excited about it, but (Y/N) was lowkey terrified. Price said that he was going to test him with some regular tests. Price was shocked too when the times were amazing and (Y/N) didn't even break the sweat. Price thought he was going insane.

The next thing that freaked (Y/N) out was the fact that he was way more stronger than usual. How? Soap challenged (Y/N) to lift Ghost's weights and the weight that he lifts. And everyone knew that Ghost is a big man, with even bigger muscles.

(Y/N) was doing this just for fun and Ghost agreed to spot him just in case something goes wrong. Ghost paled when he saw how (Y/N) easily lifted the weight that made many brake.

And he didn't even struggle. (Y/N) was more leaning, there wasn't any defined muscles. Ghost watched in sheer horror as (Y/N) lifted them with ease. What in the actual hell?

After a few moments, (Y/N) was done.

Ghost thought that he was insane. Soap was on the verge of passing out. Gaz's mouth fell down to the floor. What the hell?

The third thing that made him wonder was the fact that he got super irritated. Soap could say anything or Gaz, even Ghost could set him off.

Price and the others knew that he can sometimes be sarcastic, but he could keep his composure. This new temper was something that baffled the task force. He never really exploded at them like that.

(Y/N) noticed these changes and just isolated. He stayed in his room and wondered what the hell happened. He was never that strong and he was never that fast and more importantly he was never this explosive when it came to his teammates.

Never.

He avoided them like a plague, refusing to be anywhere near them. He still wasn't cleared for any missions until the doctors get to the root of the problem.

The core four wanted to get to the root of the problem of his evasion. So, time to get him out of hiding. Ghost and the others barged into the room, making (Y/N) jostle.

" What the hell?! " (Y/N) yelled out.

" (Y/N), we want to know why you were avoiding us. " Price said sternly.

" I'm most definitely not doing this. At all. " (Y/N) said, ducking out of the room and walking away from his teammates. It was late and the base was deserted so to speak.

" Private! " (Y/N) heard behind him and he sped up. He walked blindly and was shocked when he got outside. It was slightly cold and he shivered slightly.

" Okay private! Please explain yourself for avoiding us. " Price said, the other 3 behind him.

(Y/N) has never felt anxiety like this. It felt like he couldn't breath and there was something else that he couldn't pinpoint it. Price was saying something, but (Y/N) couldn't even comprehend it. All of a sudden, he felt like something was trying to come out.

And something did come out.

The four members watched as (Y/N) turned into a werewolf. They saw a huge werewolf, black as night and with those (E/C), the same eyes that (Y/N) had.

The big wolf whined, shaking. Price took charge and stepped closer. He put his hands up and called him by his name. The wolf listened and Price offered him his hands to sniff.

" Relax soldier. We are going to help you. Now, can you try and switch back? "

The wolf whined in protest and Price assumed that he was too confused to do shift back.

" Whose room is the nearest? "Price asked the rest, who were silent.

" Mine. " Ghost said. Price nodded and turned back to face the wolf.

" (Y/N), you are going to be with Ghost for the night. I don't want anyone seeing you in wolf form. " Price explained, watching as (Y/N) padded over quietly to Ghost. Ghost actually petted him and (Y/N) followed him.

Everyone piled in Ghost's room and (Y/N) jumped on the bed, laying down. Ghost huffed at that, but knew that arguing wouldn't do anything.

" We will meet here in the morning. If he doesn't shift in the morning, we are going to keep him here. "

Everyone nodded and Ghost sat down on the bed. " Now, we are going to leave you two to rest. Good night. " Price said, ushering the other two out. Gaz and Soap said good night and Ghost looked at the big wolf.

" You will need to move a bit. "

(Y/N) shifted on a bed and Ghost laid down. He turned of the lights and said good night to the wolf that just nuzzled his nose closer to Ghost's chest.

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Choo Choo Charles x CoD | Navigation

TW: brutal death, monster fight, swamp monster (some thalassophobia?), let me know if I missed any

You climbed back into the engine, making sure not to put any pressure on your bad leg. You didn't let Soap or Ghost assist, not wanting them to have a reason to leave you behind. A new weapon to add to the mount and plenty of scraps for your to sort through later. No run ins with Charles either. Hopefully, Price and Gaz had been just as fortunate.

"Why do they call you Soap?" You asked the sergeant while he hung by the turret, ready for any possible attacks. Soap perked up at your question while Ghost got the engine started up again.

"So back in mae trainin, I was the best at clearing houses and the fastest. People started callin mae Soap." He explained. "Why do they call ya brat?"

You rubbed your neck, a little ashamed to admit. "People around here don't exactly like me. I used to start trouble when I was younger, and have an attitude. Giving Warren a hard time only made it worse, and now that I'm hunting the giant nightmare train, people think I've been agitating it and making it worse."

"Is that why you've been getting dirty looks?' Ghost asked.

"Yeah. Honestly I don't think they would have been as willing to help if you guys hadn't come along." You said. "Thank you for that."

"Thank us once we kill the bastard." Soap told you. You nod.

"...be wary of Barry the swamp monster. As long as you don't move around, he's kind as a kitten." Lizbeth told the three of you.

"Thanks." You said, hurrying away along the shore of the swamp, letting the other two follow you. You'd met Lizbeth before, and she was a fairly pleasant person. The last thing you had hoped for was to get whatever meat was being guarded by Barry! You also hadn't told the men about Barry, mainly because you didn't know you would have to. At least she had been nice enough to give you the medicine for your leg.

You stopped once you were a good distance away from Lizbeth and could see the bubbles from Barry swimming around. Simon and Johnny had their eyes on you. Ghost had a face that asked you to elaborate, while Johnny was a bit more wide eyed.

"A fucking swamp mosnter?" Johnny asked. You pressed your lips and sighed. "Were you plannin on bringin this up or was it meant to be a fucked up surprise?"

"Neither!" You said. Their eyes remained on you, wnating the full truth. "Okay maybe I forgot a little bit."

"You forgot about the swamp monster, a little bit?" Simon asked, brow raised.

"A lot has happened, and the swamp monster that is contained in the water and isn't capable of coming on land, and therefore is hardly a threat didn't cross my mind over the fact there is a living nightmare running around!" You argued.

"Is there anything else we should- no scratch that, is there anything else on the island that is even remotely abnormal or supernatural?" Soap asked rubbing his temples.

"Yes there is a ghost of some kind in a boulder field that makes drawings." You said. The both of them looked at you, trying to figure out if you were being serious or sarcastic. When you held your ground, Johnny turned and took a few steps, while Simon, folded his arms and sighed, looking at the ground. You shrugged. "It's been a long week."

"Johnny focus up." Simon called. Johnny returned next to his lieutenant. Simon looked at you. "You have a plan?"

You looked out to the water. Simon and Johnny followed your gaze, and can see the bubbles and ripples from Barry. "The water shouldn't be too deep, so you can touch the bottom usually. If Barry senses movement he'll move towards it, but as soon as you stop moving he won't know where you are. Even if he brushes your leg, he won't notice. So... red light green light."

"Red light green light?" Simon asked you. You sighed, fed up with yourself. Yeah it was all you had! You weren't special forces, could you please be cut some slack? Of course you don't say this to him directly.

Johnny seemed to be considering it. "Not the worst idea..."

Simon examined the water. It wasn't exactly shallow, at least from the distance and what he was guessing was Barry's size. He didn't like the idea of going into this without proper protection. Bullet proof vests would only work so well against bites. They were limited in resources though. The suggestion wasn't bad, but he wasn't sure how 'kind of a kitten' Barry would be to treading water. Simon would prefer to send you out to start, test the waters and all that.

"I'll go if you think it's better." You offered. What pissed Simon off was that this was all for some metal scraps.

"I'll do it." Johnny said. You looked up at him and he looked at you. "If there's a fucking swamp monster, the last thing we need is whatever made it to infect your leg."

"Red light green light it is." Simon stated.

Two things about Johnny MacTavish. First off, he's handsome in boxers. You were polite and looked away, but he told you he didn't mind. Didn't stop your face from turning a deep red. When you suggested he keep the vest on he teased you about it, asking if you'd prefer him covered up. Yeah that made you go darker.

The second thing about Johnny is that while he was capable of being a sniper, his patience and stillness were two different things. The red light, green light method was working pretty well. Johnny stepped out into the water and thankfully he could move while keeping his head above water without treading. You were tense, watching every hint of movement in the water for Barry. As soon as Barry started to make his way towards Soap you shouted red light.

Soap held still, keeping an eye out for the bubbles. Simon stood watch with you, coming off as calm and still. He was tense as well. Green light, and Johnny continued toward the island. You made sure Barry was a good distance away before saying it first, but this meant Johnny only got maybe two or three feet before the next red light. He was moving slow, which meant he would be in cold water for while.

Red light. Soap froze in place, the water reaching abve him midsection. He cursed and sighed, waiting as he felt the movement of the monster around him. All three of you held your breath, until Barry moved away. You waited before calling green light again. Soap waited a bit before moving again. This time he tried to go faster, and did make some distance. Red light, and Johnny looked around in place. He was still but his body twisted slightly in the water.

"Stop... stop moving!" You shouted at him. Simon was about to shout the same thing.

"It's fine." Soap called back, trying to spot Barry in the dirty water. He could see the ripples and bubbles but not the monster. Once Barry left him alone, you didn't get the chance to say green light, because he started moving.

"Soap! Stop fucking moving!" Simon barked at him. Soap couldn't see it, but Ghost was standing fairly calmly, but right near the edge of the water. Meanwhile, you had your head in your hands with baited breath.

"He's kind as a kitten!" Johnny argued, stopping when he saw Barry coming back. Johnny continued to look around.

"Soap you're making the poor kid panic! Stop!" Simon said.

"Literally said he's kind as a kitten LT. !" Soap argued again.

"Soap..." You tensed watching him look around in the water. "You... You butt fucking skank! Stop fucking moving!"

Soap stopped, and waited. He waited for the signal this time and once he got to the island you turned away and started pacing on the shore while he went to find the meat Lizbeth wanted. You finally took the breath you had been holding back in your anxiousness. You returned to your spot next to Ghost who gently pats your shoulder.

"If he always like that?" You asked. Ghost didn't answer and instead directed your attention to Johnny who had found a fish.

"Follow orders this time sergeant!" Ghost yelled to Soap. You could make out Soap nodding as he waded back into the water. "And keep the meat out of the water!"

Soap held the fish over his head and you called out red light. Johnny stopped. He was trying to go faster this time. It didn't stop him from looking around for Barry when he approached. Green light... red light... green light... red light. Johnny was about halfway when he tensed himself, not even turning in place. He felt the thing brush against his leg.

"You good?" You asked.

"Shut up!" He snapped, waiting for Barry to leave. You stayed quiet, seeing Barry hadn't moved away from Soap. It felt like an hour had passed before Barry finally swam off. Soap waited for the signal, and you waited until Barry was far enough away.

"Green light." You said. Johnny pushed through the water as hard and as fast as he could, thankfully making it before Barry decided to come looking for a snack again. Johnny tossed the meat to the side before dropping to his knees, and holding his chest. Simon came back with a blanket from the train, while Johnny was trying to steady his heart beat. You took a moment yourself, relieved he came back okay. Simon got the blanket around Johnny and you got his clothes for him.

Lizbeth gave you plenty of scraps for your efforts, and you got an earful of scottish curses from Johnny. Lizbeth was also kind enough to let him properly dry off and change in her cabin.

"Been a while since I've had a handsome young man in my cabin." She teased to you. Johnny may have considered changing in the train after that comment, but Simon told him to just go. As an extra bonus for your trouble, Lizbeth also let you have some of the stew she was brewing. The two soldiers were skeptical but you assured them Lizbeth wouldn't do something like poison or drug them.

"Now what are two soldiers doing in a place like this?" She asked while you ate. The three of you looked at each other. "It's not hard to tell dearies, not many people traverse this island, especially with vests like those."

"Long story." You answered. Lizbeth gave you a knowing look. Another mystical warning was coming. It never made it to you, because your meal was interrupted by a train whistle.

Lizbeth got back into her cabin, with the three of you following behind. Your train was too far away to make it before you would be spotted by Charles. Lizbeth had her cabin locked up tight while you listened to the awful noises of Charles. You watched out the back winow with a view overlooking the swamp, maintaining cover with Soap and Ghost. Charles legs stabbed into the water, any blood hidden by his red paint, dripping and staining the already murky swamp.

Lizbeth watched as well, hand over her mouth. Finding the signs of Barry was nearly impossible with how Charles was just scuttling about likely smelling the meat they had found earlier. Johnny finally got to see the beast he had been fleeing from in the water, and in action.

Charles let out a pained cry, that nearly destroyed your eardrums. When you looked you saw a strange mass had latched itself on to Charles's leg. Charles was bigger, and thrashed his weighted around, trying to get Barry to let go. The air is filled with ear piercing screams and water splashing. Charles chased Barry like a dog chasing it's tail, while Barry continued to flop around, keeping a grip on Charles leg. The noise seemed to go on forever, as did the fighting, until Charles decided it had had enough.

Charles slammed down the leg that Barry had latched himself, over and over, faster and faster. Finally Barry's grip loosened, and Charles went in for the kill. Without mercy, Charles spearin into Barry with another leg, shoving Barry back into the water in the process. The demon train wasn't done with him. Charles continued to slam Barry in and out of water, until Barry was finally off of Charle's leg. Lizbeth looked away, while you froze, your blood going cold. You wished you'd turned away from the sight as Charles stabbed into Barry for a second time and whipped Barry off his limb, and into the swamp, before waiting. It was seeing if Barry was actually dead, looking for the bubbles and ripples of life.

Nothing.

Charles, seemingly satisified with the lack of life, left.

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Valentino was pissing you off today. You were glad most days to me a mid earner. Flying under his radar. Unfortunately, SpiderCunt pissed him off and now the lowest earners are on vacation respawning. So now you need to get some extra money fast to earn your keep under his care.

Some of the other actors helped set you up with one of the higher-paying clients they utilized when Val ran low on their personal poison and they had to pay on their own. It was days like this when you were glad your drug of choice was always in high supply with him. It didn’t help you now though. Still had to turn in the difference to match the rates everyone else brought in with just their videos. Lucky bastards.

You make your way to the apartment number Tiffany gave you, warning that she hadn't seen the guy in years. The door is covered in a translucent green crust. You sign before putting on your big-money smile and knocking. not the worst thing you've ever touched but hey, you haven’t seen him yet. Could still break records.

When he opened the door you were not surprised to see him in a trench coat. You were disappointed however to see his four arms. But they didn’t really hold your attention long either. His murky-greenish yellow skin reminded you of the color of early autumn leaves. It was your favorite time of year on earth.

“So, I heard someone here was looking for a good time?” You quote the same script you always do. Makes it go faster you think, having a system.

He stands off to the side and gestures for you to enter. You walk in and see a homey little studio apartment. The wooden floors creak with each step you take.

The living room, if you could call it that, was simple. A full-sized mattress pushed against the wall that was going to be a struggle to work with with a TV hung on the wall to the left of it. That was it. There wasn’t enough space left to even justify buying a rug.

You sit down on the bed and he takes off his coat and stands in front of you. You have seen worse but he makes the list. His parts looked alright but not exactly the kind one would look forward to touching.

“Can I call you Bertha?” He asks. You do not like that idea but business is business.

“You can call me whatever you want sugar,” You say as seductively as you can, while looking into his pink eyes hanging down near the top of his slug head. His eyes started to water as you finished your line.

“Sugar?” You had seen criers before but he did not meet the profile. “What’s wrong baby?” You reach out to touch his shoulder and he leans into your touch.

“I-” he sniffles “She used to call me sugar.” His four arms pull you into a standing hug as his eyes start pouring tears into your hair. “Before-” His breathing was getting shaky. You almost felt bad for him. He was a pitiful man.

“Before what sugar?” You say and cringe as the tears start soaking into your light t-shirt.

“He-” The slug took a deep breath, “He turned her against me.”

Oh shit. Tea? In this economy?

You start getting too curious for your own good again. You can already feel your feline ears twitch in anticipation for the rest of the story. “How about you tell me some more names? Start with yours maybe?”

“Barry. My name is Barry Trench-”

“Hold on!” You interrupt, like a bitch, “Like Tom Trench, yall related or something?” you almost laugh but you feel him nod into your shoulder. “Is he who-” You feel the nod again.

“He married Bertha. She was my childhood friend. But she was a couple of years older than me. She was ready for marriage and planned to wait for me but my brother convinced her father to make her marry him instead.” Berry was spilling all the gossip.

You wondered if this could be useful if you sold this info to Vox but the foam building up around the sinner’s eyes hurt to see. Gently you wipe his eyes.

“And she said yes?”

“It was the last decade of the 1800s, if her father said to do it, she was going to.” He let you go and together you sat back down on the bed. “I had a bad reputation in town. My brother and I were close as kids and he, uh, he had a habit of looking in windows of people.” You grab one of his lower arms and watch as a small smile forms on his face, “We looked pretty similar up on Earth. The first time he got caught he had been borrowing a book of mine and he left it behind in the chaos I guess.”

“Well, That’s pretty shitty of him to not fess up.”

“Yeah, it was the day our brotherhood died. We weren’t the same after that, Tom and I. It was when I met Bertha. My Pa didn’t like me being friends with the girls. Thought it would seem indecent. He knew the rumors weren’t true. Tom really didn’t like seeing me with Bertha.”

“The bastard took her just to piss you off then?” You were going to start getting your news from Instagram. Channel 666 News was not gonna profit off your views anymore, that's for sure.

He laughed at that and your heart felt a little lighter than it had been as of late. You feel a small laugh escape your lips too.

“Yeah. They only ever had one kid together. Looked just like her luckily.” Berry smiled at you, “I never married. She was the only one for me. I always hoped I would find her again when I made it to heaven, thought I did alright.”

Still holding onto your hand he leaned back on the bed monologuing. “She died before me. Started as a cough, and got worse. I was thinking about her while working six weeks later. Factories are not safe places to get distracted while working.”

You scoot over to look at him better. “You find her down here?”

“She did do alright. I just stumbled I guess. I wasn’t perfect then but I am much worse now.” He looked at you with a guilty look on his face, “ I flashed a random woman today, she was just singing!”

You bite your lip to hold back your laugh. “Who the fuck just goes around hell singing? Fucking Lilith wannabe, am I right?”

He starts laughing again. His laugh is a bit like a deep chuckle and a dying frog combined. Terrible in concept but it hit your ears just right.

Barry wasn't the best man, but you think he could hit the mid-list.

[obxone]

Vigilante Shit (Chapter Six)

Edited-ish. ~3.1k words

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Kildare County Detention Center looms before you. You sigh, shouldering your bag before climbing the steps into the building. You smile weakly at the sheriff as you go through the process of getting scanned for any possible weapons and contraband.

“Maybank, through here,” Peterkin gestures to the enclosed room after a deputy escorts you down the hall. Several incarcerated men bang on their doors and yell at you from their cells, but you ignore them.

The room is larger than you expected. Several people sit at aluminum tables that are placed throughout for inmates and visitors to sit at while they talk. You see your dad sitting at a table. His back to you, but that does not stop the nerves from exploding inside of you. In an attempt to wipe them away, you brush your hands down your jean clad thighs. It does not work. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She stops you, arm barred across the doorframe before you can enter. “I’m glad you are back, Sweetheart. I hear you’ve turned over a new leaf. Now, we need to get your brother to do the same. That’s the trick.”

“I’m trying. For both of us.”

“Good. You don’t need to end up in a place like this, you hear me? Either of you.”

You nod, and she drops her arm to let you through. You slid onto the bench across from Luke. He stares at you, a smirk toying at his lips.

“And the prodigal daughter returns.”

You huff as you drop the bag of things you had with things that were allowed to be given to him onto the table. “Do you even know what that word means? You barely graduated high school if I remember correctly.”

He snorts but seizes the bag and rifles through it. “Why are you here, y/n?”

“To let you know, I’m back and cleaning up some of the mess you created.” You say, chin raised as you stand your ground. “Again.”

He smirks, picking at the pack of cards you had brought him. “My dutiful daughter. Barry found out you’re back?”

You shrug, clasping your hands together. “Barry knows. When do they think you’ll go to trial?”

“Next month.”

“A plea bargain offered yet?”

He nods, the tip of his tongue toying with the inside of his bottom lip. “Five years in prison and parole for two after.”

“Was it worth it?”

He laughs, that dark maniacal laugh you hate. “What do you think?”

“No.”

“Smart girl. You always were, you know.” He looks up at you through his lashes. “Just like your momma. You’ve always been just like her. You look like her, and you act like her too.” He goes back to digging in the bag like a toddler that is ready to count his prizes. “Thought you were gone for good.”

“I did, too,” you confess quickly. “But JJ needs someone in his corner.”

“He didn’t want to come today?”

“No.”

He frowns, shaking his head. “Ungrateful bastards, both of you.”

“Ungrateful?” You ask, venom lacing into your next words. “Ungrateful that you abused us, barely managed to provide enough food and shelter to keep us alive? Oh wait, or is it that we both had to start working when we were old enough to pay the bills because you are a cocaine addict and always gambled away our rent money?”

He rears back like you have smacked him, and you smirk at him. Pride swells inside of you because you are still able to dig back at him. 

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“You are such a little shit. After everything you’ve done, you want to talk to me like this?”

“Everything I’ve done?” Your eyebrows raise, and your gaze hardens. “If I remember correctly, I almost ruined my future getting you out of debt with a drug dealer because you couldn’t pay for your cocaine habit.”

He shakes his head. “You started with him before my debt ever came up.”

You ignore his retort as the anger builds inside of you. “I’m not scared of you anymore. And I will be making damn sure JJ isn’t. You gave us nothing and took everything. This will be the last time you see me. You will never see him again. Not if I have any say.”

You begin to get to your feet and leave him, but he snaps and reaches out after jumping to his feet. He grabs your wrist tightly, yanking you against the table to keep you there.

“Who are you to walk away from me?!”

“Let. Me. Go.”

His grip tightens, and he yanks hard. You gasp, pain spreading up your arm and around your hips, as he tugs you harshly against the table’s edge.

“Inmate Maybank, let her go,” Peterkin orders from across the room. She and four other deputies are in the room along with the original set of guards. Several other inmates and their families look up to see what the commotion is about. Your cheeks redden as all the attention in the room shifts to you. “Let her go, now.”

“Not until she apologizes for being a brat!” He tightens his grip again, and you wince, body bowing from pain, curling away from him as he glares at you. His sole focus is on causing you the most pain he can now. “Apologize! I raised you better than this.”

“You didn’t raise me at all.” You spit at him and try to yank your arm back, but he only yanks you closer again. The upper half of your body practically pulled over the tabletop. “Big John did, The Cut did, you did nothing!”

“Let her go!” Peterkin demands louder, a taser lifted in his direction. “Luke, I will tase you right now if you do not.”

He lets you go and shoves you harshly away from him. You fall backward over the bench. You close your eyes tightly, ready to topple over, but a strong grip prevents you from crashing into the floor.

Deputy Thomas glares at Luke after he helps you back onto your feet, and you glance around, fighting the tears of humiliation. Peterkin steps up to your side and reaches for your wrist.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, carefully moving your wrist away from her reach.

“If you’re sure.”

You nod, turning your attention to your dad. You would not give him the satisfaction of seeing your crack under his aggression anymore. “I just need to say goodbye.”

“Okay,” she murmurs, and gestures for the other four to leave the room with her.

After they are gone, the attention seems to shift away from you both. You raise your chin and glare at him. “You might be my family, and I wish I could say I loved you. But I don’t. You are terrible, you’re horrible, and I hope that you rot in here,” you mutter as you rub your injured wrist. Tears sting your eyes, but you refuse to cry in front of him. You will hold it in until you get to your car. “Enjoy your time in prison.”

You leave him behind, and despite your hopes for him not to, he screams after you. Your name and profanities blend perfectly enough together to drag you back to your childhood.

Once you are in the safety of your car, you exhale, pressing your forehead to the steering wheel. Nails bite into your thighs when you grip your legs and try to calm your racing heart. Old tendencies ache to be unleashed so that you can take out the hurt brewing in you. To release it from under your skin. You nor JJ would ever come back to visit him. Not after today.

The tears brim over and streak down your face as you shiver at the reminders of childhood. Of that haunted look in his eyes as he assaulted you. It is the same look her had when he used to yell at you and abuse you because you were too much like your mom.

After getting control of yourself and trapping that damaged little girl back in her hiding hole, you head to Figure 8. A shift at the Island Club is the last thing you want to do, but it is what you have to do. Finding a parking spot is the first thing you do before you shut off the car and dig out a makeup remover wipe to use on your face with hopes to try and get rid of the tearstains on your cheeks, and that is when you notice it. A brilliant red mark is left from Luke’s grip on your wrist. You will bruise, just like you always do after he hurts you. And this one is a very public bruise, unable to be hidden by clothing because long sleeves during summer in a beach town would raise just as many questions.

“Welcome to chaos,” Summer greets you at the door of the girl's locker room when you emerge from changing into your Island Club uniform.

Confusion paints across your features, and you stare at her for a moment. “What chaos? It’s a Wednesday.”

“Lauren went out to deliver a drink to Mr. Beckett and hasn’t returned.”

“What?”

She nods, not impressed with the bartender’s actions. “And then Gerald went to find her, and he is missing too.”

“How long?” You ask as you tie your apron into place. Being down a bartender and a barback is not a good thing, especially when the backup is not due to arrive for another two hours.

“An hour nearly since Lauren went and fifteen since Gerald went.”

“And no one has seen them?”

She shakes her head, and you look at your watch.

“I have ten minutes to spare before I’m even allowed to touch the timecard system. I’m going to go look.”

“Please for the love of the ocean, come back when your shifts begins!” She begs, and you wave at her with a laugh as you jog to the golf course. The first mission, find Mr. Beckett, and maybe they are with him. If not, the second mission is to track them down. Sometimes the older guests could be demanding and promising a good tip if you stuck it out with them, which is the most likely reason that they have gone missing.

“Well, look who it is!”

You smile tightly when you see Kelce grinning at you and Topper not far behind him. “Hey, Kelce.”

He offers you a fist bump, and you take it, not wanting to start anything.

“Your boyfriend should be coming soon. Reese lost one of his golf clubs during a swing.”

You giggle, picturing him swinging the club, and it goes flying along with the ball.

“Right into the water hazard, it was glorious,” Topper supplies with a gloating grin. “What are you doing out here? Are you a cart girl today?”

“No, looking for Lauren and Gerald.”

Kelce shakes his head, looking around. “Haven’t seen them.”              

“They were helping Mr. Beckett.”

“Oh!” Kelce grins. “He’s out by the sixteenth hole.”

“Of course he is,” you frown, looking around for a staff member on a golf cart. “Thanks, Kelce!”

“Anytime.”

You wave at him and ignore Topper, who is grinning like the cat that ate the canary as you walk away. You shiver in disgust before climbing one of the grassy hills to see if you can spot them or a golf cart to temporarily use.

“What are you doing out here?”

You sigh, eyes closing briefly when it is Rafe that meets you at the top. Likely on his way to his two kook friends.

“Are you a cart girl now?”

“Nope. Just looking for two staff people.”

“Lauren and Gerald?”

You nod, squinting against the sun. “Have you seen them?”

“Sixteenth hole.”

You huff, kicking the toe of your shoe into the grass. “I’ve heard.” You plant your hands on your hips, judging if walking out there is worth being late and risking Summer having a panic attack. “I should’ve grabbed a golf cart.”

He smirks, squinting against the sun before he shifts his club to his other hand. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

Your attention snaps to him in surprise, and he shrugs, looking away.

“I was.”

The silence hangs for a second, and you reach up to fix your hair in an attempt to busy yourself. When you had dated, Rafe always had a way of knowing when you had been crying, even if you redid your makeup to cover it up. You never could figure out how he knew when no one else ever did.

“Have anything to do with the mark on your wrist?”

Another huff escapes you, and you turn your attention back to him. “You are too observant, you know.”

“I know you.”

“You used to,” you amend, closing your eyes briefly. “I went to the detention center, saw my dad.”

“And?”

“And he grabbed me,” you shrug before taking a step past him. The conversation is turning in a direction that you would rather not have with him. “Just like old times.”

He groans, shaking his head. “Why’d you go?”

“To see if he was getting out soon.”

“And?”

You bite your lip and look at him, tipping your head. “Why do you care?”

He stares at you, his gaze hardening by the second. “Forget it, Maybank. Enjoy your walk.” He turns his back to you and walks away, and you notice the hard tension in his shoulders and the way his neck has a slight red hue to it. Kelce and Topper joke with him loud enough that you can hear them, and it answers whether the walk is worth it or not for you. You would much rather make the walk than have to pass that trio again to get back to the clubhouse.

You spot Mav and Reese once you are clear of the next dune. Reese’s shorts are damp from wading into the water hazard, but he seems happy from what you can tell.

“Hey!” Reese grins, hugging you before Mav can. “What are you doing out here?”

You smile at him, patting his shoulders, and he drops you onto your feet. You shake your head at him as you hug Mav, sinking into his chest that you have found someone you want to be near. “I heard someone lost a club to a water hazard...”

Mav laughs as Reese rolls his eyes, grumbling about his misfortune.

“Kidding,” you laugh while staying pressed to Mav’s side. “Hunting two stray staff members.”

“Want me to walk with you?” Mav asks, his hand tightening around yours.

You shake your head. “I think I’ve got it. Enjoy golfing. I’ll see you later though, okay?”

Reese grins, his gaze shifting between the two of you. “She coming to the cookout tonight?”

Mav groans, shaking his head. “I hadn’t asked her yet.”

“My bad,” Reese mumbles before shrugging. “Ask her now. See you later, y/n.”

“Later,” you laugh as he runs off, unfazed by his slip-up. You turn to Mav and frown at the defeated look on his face. “It’s fine, Mav. I can play dumb if you want.”

He shakes his head and widens his stance to allow himself to be closer to your height. His lips brush your forehead. “Will you come to my family’s cookout tonight?”

Your eyes widen a bit at the realization. “Like meet your parents?”

He shrugs. “They’ll be there.”

“But…” Your mouth goes dry.

“They know about you already if that is your concern.”

“Ah,” you murmur before looking off over the visible parts of the course and the ocean at the edge. “Then yes, I will come.”

“Yeah?” He asks, happiness spreading through him as he cups your face with both hands.

You nod before leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. “I’d love to.”

“Good!” He smiles, and you run your fingers up his forearms to his hands. “Now that we have that out of the way, I have another question.”

“Go for it.”

“Have you been crying?”

The serotonin boost is temporary as you deflate and huff again. “Maybe.”

“Why?”

“Rough morning.”

His lips press into a line, and he gently lifts your marked wrist. “Have something to do with this?”

“Also, maybe.”

“What happened?”

You exhale and try to ignore the sadness as you watch him examine your wrist. “Nothing major. I’m okay, I promise.”

He frowns, his touch gentle as he flips your wrist over to inspect the inside of your wrist. “You can tell me, you know. It’s part of how dating works…” He looks at you with a teasing tilt to his lips, but you can see the concern in his eye. His attention shifts back to your injury, head bending over your wrist to inspect it further. “You don’t have to lie for my benefit, y/n. I like you, all of you.”

You blush a little and carefully pull your wrist from his hands. “Okay, truth then...” You fidget with your fingers for a second before meeting his gaze again. “I went to visit my dad in jail. He’s awaiting trial, and I went to see if there is a possibility he would get released anytime soon.”

“Is he?”

“No.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Mav attempts to read you.

“Good. If he gets out, then I can’t stay here.”

He frowns. “Why not?”

“It’s a long story.” You murmur, glancing back at the clubhouse. You are late now and likely sending Summer into a spiral. “But he used to abuse me. It is one of the many reasons I had to move away a few years ago.”

Mav nods before clearing his throat. “I can keep you safe, you know. So you can stay…”

You smile, stepping into his space. “Thank you, but I’m safe with him in jail. And I’m staying… some people need me here.”

Mav smiles at you. “Good.”

You smile at him, dragging your hand over his arm. "Now that we have caught up and I've agreed to meet your parents, I need to go find my coworkers, okay?"

He smiles before leaning in and kissing you. You kiss him back before patting his waist and starting the trek out to the sixteenth hole.

(Chapter Seven)

[marukrawler]

Yeah there would need to be some reshuffling. I think many suggested Barry as Pyros as it would need minimal design alterations. Though it feels... a little boring ... you know. Ace can work as Aquos if we add Lancelot theme (lol) to his bakugan evolutions. We can even play with arthurian themes. Yes, it makes Mira his Arthur and we can pull so much from this. It doesn't matter that the original may not have been that deep. Doesn't matter.

it would mean no Marucho but! I think him having screentime in Gundalions was a right call because his Ren dynamics were good. So he is still represented. Mira must stay subterra for gus parallel purposes (and salt mines). Speaking of Gus, gus as bastard theory is good so maybe it would have worked as canon.

continuation of this ask and this ask.

couldn't help myself so i drew my version of pyrus!baron and aquos!ace ashjdjsksk

some notes:

pyrus for baron works surprisingly well with his energetic attitude and canon catchphrase 「激熱!」 gekiatsu! → "let's fire this up!"

added some tails to his headband. i was gonna replace the lightning bolt with flames but i can't draw flames so 😭pyrus symbol it is rip

his overall fit is pretty nice so i didn't want to change anything. although i didn't draw the rest of him, i can imagine swapping his pants and boots for dan's since dan won't be in the resistance in this au lol

ace was lucky enough to get some of shun's gender ambiguous swag. the gloves and exposed shoulders are an obvious reference to shun's resistance fit. kept the big sleeves bc that's ace's thing™️but he will have to fight hatsune miku for the trademark tho.

the rings in his hair are actually a reference to elyon from w.i.t.c.h. for no other reason other than i thought it'd look cool. but it also works because marucho's resistance outfit has a lot of circles on it.

could be nice if there was some lady of the lake stuff sprinkled into ace's ability cards especially after percival evolves into knight percival but alas, i know nothing about the legend of king arthur so im leaving this up to you guys lmao.

and yeah, i totally agree with you. marucho is really not needed for the first half of nv so i don't mind swapping him out for runo or alice. mira of course should stay because she started the resistance and she needs to be the driving force behind the whole bakugan liberation movement. the spectra/gus and mira/ace parallels would be even more pronounced with ace acting as mira's lancelot 🫣

as for the gus theory asjhdjksask i don't mind if it's there in a possible s2 rewrite or not. i feel like that kinda plot twist would need a reason to be there so i'll think about what it could mean for gus' character arc to be zenoheld's bastard child because it would change a lot.

[youmissedone]

[Sooo... saw that ask about Carlos and clones, and it made Bad Rain wanna say hi] Rain silently assessed the man in front of her from behind the dark-tinted goggles of her gas mask. After her little dinner date in the ocean, her retinal implants started malfunctioning and she could no longer discern if this was a new Carlos or what. "...I thought you were dead," she stated.

Carlos was pretty sure he was the last man standing as far as whoever was still left inside the quickly-failing facility. On their side, that is. There were still plenty of clones running around, and Jill had beaten him to the midget submarines with whoever she still had with her. At least nobody had noticed he was still kicking, or that he'd taken one of them for himself. He barely knew how to work it, but right now it was his only chance. The failing facility was quickly flooding from every angle, so he had to get out of there fast.

Alice and the others were long gone as well - he hoped, anyway - and Barry... Well, Barry hadn't made it. Maybe that was for the best, considering the injuries he'd gotten from that uber licker had probably doomed him anyway unless they could locate some of the antivirus. Carlos had stood by him until the end, hoping they'd bought enough time for Alice and the others to escape.

Carlos wouldn't have figured Alice would agree to leave him behind, but... hey, there was a child involved, and someone had to buy time somewhere. Barry was already screwed and Carlos... was kindof used to taking one for the team. His narrow escape from death back in Nevada was proof of that. He didn't blame Alice one damn bit for taking the opportunity and getting the hell out. At the end of the day, people like her and him were protectors, and sometimes protectors didn't walk away with their lives.

That didn't mean he wasn't going to try. Laying down and dying for no damn good reason wasn't something Carlos was about. He was gonna try to fight his way out of here, or he was gonna make his death useful in some way. So he'd taken one of the midgets subs, donned the trappings of his clone from whatever Umbrella commando attire he could find stored in it, and set out. He didn't know who he was going to run into, after all.

It was a while before he encountered Jill's sub, with any and all communications having been wrecked by all that water. And of course, he didn't have the benefit of any retinal implants. Surfacing so he could get out and see what had gone down, he was met with a disappointing scene. There was no sign of Alice, Becky, Leon, or the rest of the strike team. Except... for Luther. Poor bastard. Luther had been a good guy, and Carlos was sorry to see he'd met his end here. Jill and her clone army wasn't anywhere to be seen either, though. Where did everybody go?

He turned when he suddenly heard Rain's voice, of course knowing she was a clone. Any Rain he ran into anywhere was a clone at this point. He'd heard Alice's tearful accounts of what had happened to the original Rain enough times to know for sure that she was completely dead. Silently, Carlos told himself to be careful, play the part.

When she said she thought he was dead, he had to resist the urge to crack some kind of joke. That was what came naturally to him, something to the effect of , rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated or, I'm a lot harder to kill than that. But clone Carlos wouldn't make jokes. About himself... or the fact that Rain was drenched. What'd you do, decide to take a dip in the ocean? Nope, he had to play it straight.

"No. And neither are you, it seems," he answered flatly, still holding his rifle at the ready, acting like he was suspicious of her for a moment, before lowering it. "Rest of the team is, though. Whatever that explosion was let half the ocean in and took everyone out. I'm blind here, save for the GPS system in the sub. No comms, no maps, no target scanners, nothing. The salt water fucked with all of it," he said, acting annoyed yet also restrained about it. "Where's Project Alice and the rest of the intruders? What about Chief Valentine?" he asked, remembering the various monikers he'd heard the Red Queen use inside the facility.

There just hadn't been enough time, though, to perfect everything before Rain showed up, and Carlos knew these clones were smart. They were engineered that way. So he hoped his outfit was on correctly, that all his major scars were covered, and that he didn't have too much of a haggard five o' clock shadow. Anything like that could give him away, and he knew he couldn't take on a clone version of Rain alone... especially when he knew the clones had access to Las Plagas enhancements that made them damn near indestructible...

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

Warnings: swearing

AN: Hey if you don't like it, dont read it but this will be written the way Barry talks. I'm not going to take away a character's disability just to make this.

“Hey (Y/N).” Barry said as he sat down next to me. I rolled my eyes. “What time should I pick you up for ouw date?” Sheldon paused as he stared at Barry.

“excuse me?” He said, eyebrow raised as he took in how I was leaning slightly away from Barry. “I didn’t think the two of you even got along outside of work.” I nodded.

“We don’t.” I shot a glare at Barry. “But for some reason, this dork thinks he can keep asking me out.” Sheldon’s glare deepened. “It’s getting exhausting honestly.” Barry rolled his eyes and nudged my leg under the table. I nudged him back and he bit back a smile. Barry dug his phone out of his pocket and I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "Sheldon, help me. Please." Sheldon just shook his head and continued eating.

"Hey Siwi, can you wecommend a westauwant?" Barry said. I looked over and saw him staring at his phone.

"I'm sowwy Bawwy. I cannot understand wecommend a westauwant." Barry's smile fell.

"You suck Siwi." He muttered before pocketing his phone. His hand found mine under the table and squeezed. "Anyway. We can always find one later." I looked over at him with a disgusted look on his face.

"I said no Barry." I said. Sheldon looked over and nodded.

"Take a hike Barry." He said. "No one wants you here. Learn to take no for an answer." I squeezed his hand before letting go as he got up.

“bye Barry.” I smirked as he shook his head at me. I could tell he was fighting a smile.

“latew losews.” He threw us a peace sign and walked off. Before he turned the corner, he looked at me with a smile that made me fight my own. Nodding to the side, Barry raised an eyebrow. I nodded as he headed down the hallway.

“you don’t think I know, but I do.” Sheldon said, watching me carefully. I turned back towards him and frowned.

“know what?” I asked. Sheldon gave me a look and I held up my hands. “I don’t know what you’re talking about half the time Sheldon. so know what?”

“you and kripke.” Sheldon said, pointing his fork in the direction Barry had just run off to. “You’re together. Oh don’t give me that look.” I was staring at him with my mouth open. “He’s a lot nicer around you. And he lays off me. Which I’m sure you asked him to do. And you have been missing a lot of video game nights and comic book store nights.” Sheldon raised his eyebrows. “That secret boyfriend of yours? It’s kripke.”

“you sneaky bastard!” I laughed. Sheldon smiled at me. “And what if we are?” I tilted my head at him.

“I’m not happy about it. But I can tolerate it.” He said. I reached over and tapped his tray. Sheldon shook his head and motioned for me to leave. “Go. He’s waiting for you. And I’m sure he’s now worried about what I’m telling you.”

“worried no.” I said, standing up. “Annoyed, hell yeah.” Sheldon snorted and I winked at him before heading down the hall. “Barry you can come out now. Sheldon knows.”

“aw fuck.” Barry complained as he opened the janitor door. “How? You didn’t tell him did you?” I shook my head as he wrapped an arm around me.

“No. It’s Sheldon.” I laughed as he drew me into his side. We started walking down the hall to his office. “He’s worse than Sherlock Holmes sometimes.” Barry squeezed my shoulder and hung his head.

“alwight. I guess we tell the guys then.” I nodded as I put my head on his shoulder. “How do you feel about that?” I shrugged.

“I mean Sheldon was the big hurdle. It’ll be nice not to have Howard hit on me all the time.” I said. Barry laughed and kissed my head.

“only im allowed to hit on you.” He said softly.

“yeah. And I don’t know who I was getting more annoyed with.” I teased. Barry frowned at me and pulled me against him tighter with a growl.

“hey. Be caweful about that.” He said. I laughed as I turned to kiss him. Barry hummed against my lips. “Alwight. You have eawned my fowgivness.” I laughed and squeezed his waist.

“thank you.” I giggled and pushed Barry’s office door open. “Now we need to talk about you joining us for some kind of dinner thing at Sheldon and Leonard’s apartment. An initiation type thing I’ve been told before.”

“fuck me!” Barry groaned as we went into his office.

[avatarskywalker78]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Major Character Death

Relationships: Malcolm Thawne & Original Child Character(s), Malcolm Thawne & Original Male Character(s), Malcolm Thawne/Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Child Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Nora West-Allen & Original Characters, Eddie Thawne & Malcolm Thawne

Characters: OC: Theodore Edward Thawne, Malcolm Thawne, OC: Laura Thawne, Nora West-Allen, Iris West, Barry Allen (mentioned), Eddie Thawne (mentioned), Eobard Thawne (mentioned), Team Flash (The Flash TV 2014)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, (Eddie's sacrifice), Family Feels, Time Skips, ARGUS's bad future timeline, Barry dies in Crisis 2024, Time Travel, Comic Book Science, Theodore starting to grapple with legacy, Guilt, From both Malcolm and Theodore, Eobard is a manipulative bastard and everyone knows this even hundreds of miles away, The Speed Force as an entity appears briefly but ONLY briefly, Thawne Family Angst, Foreshadowing

Series: Part 1 of The Theodore Thawne AU

Summary:

When Theodore Edward Thawne is five years old, his Uncle Barry dies in Crisis and the world slowly starts turning against metahumans thanks to ARGUS and their machinations. As he grows up he learns more and more about superheroes and how his dad used to be one, and worries about whether he's gonna get powers because he knows ARGUS will come for him - so when they eventually manifest he knows the only thing he can do is get an inhibitor chip immediately, as much as he'd love to keep them.

Except it turns out his parents have had an escape plan for years, and within a week they're in Canada - Theodore will get to grow up free and eventually becomes the second Cobalt Blue by the time he's eighteen, but he regrets the way he left, and misses his childhood best friend Nora, and doesn't ever expect to see her again.

Then he starts hearing rumours of her visiting Eobard Thawne - one of the men responsible for his uncle's suicide - and things start going downhill from there, leading to one of the biggest decisions Theodore will ever make...

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Taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @negative-speedforce @fezwearingjellybananas

[nirikeehan]

I was going to give you a Metrion prompt but this one jumped out and punched me in the face for some Samson/Thalia, sorry. "Sillage (French) - (n.) The scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume." from the Otherworldly Prompts pt 1

THANK YOU I LOVE THIS. this is the start of a scene between Samson and Vivienne in nightmare!au, but I promise Thalia does factor in. The Red Templars have captured Vivienne and Samson intends to grill her for info on where she let Cullen and Thalia escape to.

WC: 542

For @dadrunkwriting

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The cells in Comte Cock-For-Brains’ dungeon were down too many bloody flights of stairs. Circular stone stairs that wound and wound, leaving Samson dizzy once he reached the bottom. He took another surreptitious shot of red while his retinue were collecting the keys from the gaoler, a fat old bastard who had two teeth and was partially deaf. He’d manned the lord’s dungeons for nigh on fifty years, and was going to make them wait fifty more out of sheer incompetence. 

The swallow steadied Samson, at the least. He looked to Barris. “And she hasn’t been forthcoming under questioning?”

“No, ser.” In the damp dark, Barris’s one red eye gave off an unsettling glow. “She’s stymied three interrogators thus far.”

Samson sighed. “If you want anything done, you’ve got to do it yourself. Come.” 

At last the gaoler produced the keys, inserted one into a comically large lock, and swung open the circular dungeon door. Beyond lay a row of cells, dripping and smelling of mold. Only one sconce was alight, down near the end where the prisoner awaited. 

“Wait here,” Samson told Barris and the other guards. He took the key, took the torch off the wall, and approached the cell. 

He paused by the door. A faint scent hung in the air, sweet and floral. Samson’s pulse quickened, for he was once again transported back to the cave, with Thalia so near. He looked around, knowing she could not possibly be here, but hoping all the same. The reverie vanished like the mirage it was; before him, through the bars, sat a different woman entirely. 

Days in the bleeding dark, and she still smells like her perfume. It made sense now. She’d had Thalia in her clutches, dressed up, they said, like a doll. She’d probably lent the girl her fragrance. In the corner of the cell, she sat with regal posture, watching him like a cat on the prowl.

“General, darling, you look dreadful,” said Madame de Fer. 

Annoyance flooded Samson, because she still looked as beautiful as ever, even in fetters. Her smooth, black skin, sharp cheekbones, full lips and long, lithe body — Samson would have paid top coin to bed a woman like Vivienne, once upon a time. Now, sadly for them both, that era had passed, but her beauty still infuriated him. 

“What’s a matter, Iron Lady, you don’t like my ensemble?” Samson smirked, dusting off a lapel with his free hand. He thought he cut a striking figure, personally: the black tailcoat, the plum-colored ruffled sleeves. All them damn Orlesian fops could prance around in their finery, why not him? 

“Oh, it’s not your outfit,” Vivienne said, chuckling. “But I certainly hope you don’t think you’re fooling anyone with it.” 

A pity, really, that Vivienne hadn’t taken his deal. She had a sharp tongue and the wit to go along with it. If Samson had managed to retain her as an ally, how different things would be right now. He sighed, unlocked the cell door, and stepped inside. He tucked the torch into a notch on the wall and looked down at Vivienne as she blinked in the new, bright light. “You’re not in any position to be criticizing me right now, Madame de Fer.” 

[sadkidwithocs]

Dad’s friends no.3 A man who’s Floating above the drama (???)

Dad’s freinds no.1- Adrian Adonis

Dad’s friends no.2 - Tito Santana

[Faren’s part]

When I had sign WWF contact not many months, I’m green(noob) different from this beautiful boy a.k.a. Mike Rotundo, the person Roddy took me to get to know. Mike is one half of tag team champion with his close friend, Barry Windham. I can tell you that they both are the hottest tagteam at that time! Great workers in front of camera and backstage.

And the person they beat was no one else, my chubby bro Adrian and their trainer, Dick Murdoch. I just think…finally the situation of wrestling fans is back peaceful again that the person whose hold tagteam champ belts are good-looking babyface not big-mouth heels lol😗

Adrian: SHUT UP YA TOP KNOT HAIR BASTARD! Faren: calm down brother I’m always on your side!💀

Mike is older than me just 1 year, funny, mature and very shyyyy☺️ he don’t know how to handle when many girls run to him, just stands still and freeze with big smile. But anyway, maybe.. “shy boy” this is one of many gurls’ type¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’ll tell the truth that he has something I’m jealous of, Not in wrestling side/ not his face (that looks like greek statue different from my face that looks like a girl😑) but it’s backstage side…He’s a man who Floating above the drama, he never has backstage feud with anybody(yes, nobody wants to mess with huge man and full of wrestling skills).

🔺when someone in the bar try to attack him, there always have someone protect him instead…such as Penzel, Mike just stand handsomely and watch bar fighter smack drunkard’s faces. How lucky he is😑

I don’t know why he can do that.. but at the same time I can understand that some of my sides/ my looks are easy to hated, 1. maybe I look like big-mouth person/ like to tease people 2. Someone think I’m very meticulous about grooming and appearance more than wrestling career. Or maybe 3. they just think I’m 2nd generation, be famous because of being Ailani’s son but has worse wrestling skills than him??.. I mean…yeah😐 1. I’m talkative with close friends only. And I’m not bullying supporter or like to start backstage fighting…eventhough my face looks like brat or something that makes you hate. 2. I devoted to wrestling career not less than my another hobby. (why someone can’t be the good wrestler and stylish in the same person!? I want to be good at both sides). And 3. I hate being compared to my dad. Because I know can’t be like him 100%/ we have different style. I can’t refuse that I’m famed because of my family but I think I can’t be here at the greatest wrestling company of the world as well if my wrestling and mic skills aren’t not good enough.

I can be bar fighter sometimes when drunk people want to mess with me and my friends, I don’t need someone to protect me but I don’t like to have a feud with colleague, I try to live in wrestling career life with peaceful, I come here for business/ my job/ my money. If you don’t like me, just leave me alone and let me be, not try to ask for a trouble.

But life isn’t easy as expectation. Not many months after my debut at WWF, My panties were cut to tatters by someone (I guess Davey or Dynamite did). Since then, I realized that I was falling in to victim of a “cycle of bullying”. I’m someone’s target, if I didn't fight back or do something about it, I will always be a victim like that forever..and the bullying will become more and more severe, it could affect my career one day. But at the same time, I can't rashly blame someone who the hell cut my pants, bc they both(bulldogs) are nice to me and I’ll be bad person for sure if I blame them by don’t have any evidence.

I’ve not take any action about this but decide to find the way to escape from bullying. One person that I think about is Mike..I try to learn his behavior “how to escape from locker room drama or bullying”, I have him as “Role model”. Just for little hope that I can stay away from bullying and fighting with others. That’s all I know about Mike, having him as friend at least I can relieved I will be safe and won’t have any feud with others!

…

..

.

Just kidding. It just the beginning of me and Mike’s journey, whose gonna know that this shy and polite man doesn’t know how to tease people will be my close friend in the future. After he and Barry left form WWF after lost tag team title to “The Dream Team”, he learn to be heel from joining Varsity Club in NWA. And man, when he’s back to WWF again in IRS role, he has a fierce face/ looks like villain all times. And the important thing is…HE’S BIG-MOUTH AS HELL!!💀 Rotundo from U.S.Express is already dead, because after this is “the real Mike” that I’ve really known!

but I mean…it’s not bad that I get “new Mike”. Maybe…because we both have big-mouth dude spirit, that’s why when we back to meet again, we can be close friend quickly¯\_(ツ)_/¯

We both are dad of 3 kids, Mike has 2 sons and 1 daughter/ I have 2 daughter and 1 son. So, in each day we can tell story about family/ kids/ how to play with daughter etc. Including the story that I lost my Japanese wife, Seiji and Rino’s mom also. Mike knows that I have a chance to talk something out with my ex-wife also, he’s one person whose give me advice to solve my big family problem and it can change my life from blind to bright. (If you can’t remember what’s Faren’s family problem just click here scroll to 🟥[Faren and his ex-wife] topic)

More than that, 2 dudes who want to live in wrestling career peacefully must face with mortal feud together… how dangerous? It makes a backstage feud with some wrestlers is just a “storm in a teacup”

When wrestlers have backstage fight at locker room, but at last They can work together and reconcile, over more, there will have Vince or Pat try to mediate as well. But if you have a feuds with the mafia especially Mr.Hunter, it was like one of your foot had stepped into a shark's mouth and no way to turn back.

[monsoon-of-art]

Donut Hole

Chapter 9 - It's Raining Somewhere Else

"An umbrella...? But it's not raining. Ha, ha...You know, that does make me feel a little better about this. Thank you. Please forget about me."

[I'm gonna start posting fics here alongside my ao3! If you prefer one or the other, let me know!] [ao3 Link!]

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Ingo paused his breakfast as Melli approached his tent. “Ah, good morning. I have just finished preparing miso soup and fried eggs, if you are interested. But I urge you to be quick. Gliscor has been eyeballing the eggs-”

“I take it then, you haven’t heard the news?” Melli sneered.

A little taken aback, Ingo lowered his bowl and replied, “...surely if I had, I would’ve mentioned it? What happened?”

“There was a landslide! At our settlement! Half of the homes there are buried in rubble!” He gestured down the mountain with both hands, clearly worked up about the matter.

Ingo blinked at him. “But there has been no rain. How could it have-”

“IT WAS THAT BRAT RUNNING AROUND!” Melli practically snarled. “That little bastard child woke the Alpha Onix and caused a LANDSLIDE!”

Taking a moment to process this information, Ingo asked, “The…the same child that attacked Arezu? And robbed Iscan? You are saying this one child caused a landslide?”

“The very same!” Melli leaned in close, as if telling a secret. “And I think he did it intentionally.”

“Intentionally.” Ingo echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You believe this boy intentionally angered the Alpha Onix to cause a Landslide for…what purpose? Purely for spite?”

Melli sat beside him, taking his full bowl of miso soup to eat. “I have a theory, although it's more than likely to be fact.”

“Please, have some soup, it’d be an honor.” Ingo deadpanned. Melli ignored him.

“I’ve heard stories, see, of babies being abandoned in the wild.” he said between slurps of soup - he refused to be quiet even when eating it seemed. “And instead of the native pokemon devouring their tender, infant flesh, they instead adopt the baby as their own!”

Ingo nodded. “Yes, I’ve heard of these stories as well. Feral children, I believe the term is. Raised by mankeys, mightyenas, ursarings, gogoats, kalosians-”

“What was that last one?”

“Disregard it. You believe the boy is a feral child? I was told he spoke to Palina, how would he have learned to speak?”

Melli waved this off. “Chatots learn how to speak all the time. Parroting and echoing. He has a kirlia, you know. I’ve heard that those kind of pokemon can mimic speech.”

Still unconvinced, Ingo asked, “Where is this track headed, exactly? If this child is truly feral, as you say, shouldn’t we try to reach out and help the boy?”

Melli finished the bowl of soup, setting it down and picking up the plate of eggs next. “Here is what’s going on. This boy was abandoned in the wild and raised by gardevoirs and gallades and kirlias. He calls himself Berry - not even a real name, by the way-”

“Barry is a real name?”

“Berry? Like a fruit? That’s not a name.”

Ingo went to answer, then paused. “...I must have misheard. I have never met someone named Berry before. That is strange.”

“ANYWAY, before you so RUDELY interrupted; The brat’s raised by gardevoirs, see. And he’s finally old enough to go on his own, and he sees the illustrious light of my clan! And he sees how almighty Sinnoh shines down upon us so, and he is cursed with envy!”

“You are delving into science fiction.”

“Envious enough to STRIKE AT US!” Melli finished his loud ramblings, shoveling the rest of the eggs into his mouth once he did. “These are overcooked. Don’t cook them for so long next time.”

Ingo fought not to roll his eyes. “...I will…take it into consideration.”

Off deep in the mountains, electricity crackled and boomed, visible even during the brightness of the morning sun.

“Your Lord seems…off.” Ingo said, slowly standing. “I would be more concerned about that than some feral child. Their lightning seems…abnormal.”

Melli stood, gasping in offense, “The state of MY great Lord is none of your concern, Warden of the Pearl Clan! You keep your nose out of my business!”

“Just as well.” Ingo adjusted the brim of his cap to block the sun. “I will see about dealing with this ‘feral child’, then. I already have a plan formulating, and if the tracks are clear, I doubt he will be a problem.”

“Oh, let me guess. You’re going to challenge him to a battle.” the other Warden snarked. “I’m sure he’ll love that, your merciless gliscor tearing his pokemon-family to shreds.”

“You always put gliscor in a bad light.” Ingo said with a shake of his head. “You are only half right. I have every intention of challenging the boy, but I have no intention of winning.”

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Barry released the murkrow from its ball, making sure that his pokemon were safely behind him. He had never trained murkrow before, but they were a bit of a pest problem back home, so he had some knowledge.

This murkrow was big. Really big. Twice as big as the murkrows back home - no doubt one of the ‘giant’ pokemon that plagued these lands. The toxicroak, the ursaring, the drapion, the onix, and now this murkrow.

Barry stared at the murkrow. The murkrow stared back. The red eyes that these giant pokemon had were still there, but less intense. It chirped at him, head tilted in a curious manner.

Slowly, Barry waggled a finger at the large bird. “That was very naughty.” he scolded. “Trying to eat my friend like that. Very naughty.”

The murkrow watched his finger like a purrloin watched a toy. Barry was quick to stop waggling his finger, not wanting to lose it. “My name is Barry. Barry. And I want to be friends.”

His pokemon chittered nervously behind him. Fern tugged on his jacket, as if trying to change his mind.

Barry carefully moved his hand closer, gently brushing against the bird’s feathery cheek. There was…something about the color that intrigued him so.

That intrigue quickly vanished when the bird bit him. He yelped, yanking his hand back as Jen and Fern puffed up to defend their trainer.

The murkrow crackled before flying off. Despite nursing his hand, Barry knew it couldn’t fly far, not while still connected to the pokeball.

And just as suspected, the murkrow flew a bit, but settled on a nearby tree. Fern gave Barry a concerned look, but the boy reached down to gather the few feathers that it had left behind, tucking them behind his ear.

He had a mountain to climb.

Barry began walking, Jen and Fern flanking his side, the murkrow circling behind them like a vulture. It was definitely setting his pokemon on edge, and Barry tried to remain calm to comfort them.

He would befriend this murkrow. Afterall, they were going to be spending a lot of time on this mountain.

Climbing the rocky foothills were exhausting. Jen had grown tired, so Barry had taken to carrying the little piplup in his arms. Fern could float, so Barry wasn’t worried about it.

The newest member of their little group, though.

Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see it struggling to keep aloft. It would fly, land, pause for a minute, then sluggishly took flight once more.

Barry waited, watching carefully for the murkrow to land. Once it did, he scooped up under it, tucking the dark bird under his arm like a parcel. “Here, I’ll carry you!”

The murkrow squawked, flapping its wings as it settled into being carried. “We’re a team now, buddy. That means we look out for one another - me especially! It’s my job to make sure you’re OK. And right now, you’re tired! So I’ll carry you.”

From his other arm, the piplup peeped in agreement. The other bird seemed puzzled by this, but finally tucked away its wings to get more comfortable.

Barry really needed to name this murkrow, now that he had two birds. “What about…Edgar?...no, no, I don’t like that one.”

Besides him, Fern chittered. “Nah, I don’t like that name either. I’ll come up with somethin’.”

Around noon, the little group stopped for lunch, taking shelter under a small tree to hide from the unforgiving sun. Barry glanced up at the mountains looming above them, and stifled a nervous groan - mountains were so much taller than he remembered…

And the swirling vortex in the sky did little to quell his fears. It was so much bigger now, threatening to swallow the mountains whole.

‘Lunch preparations’ was really just cutting a plethora of berries to more evenly divide amongst the group. Pecha, oran, sitrus, and whatever other berries they could find. Then, he would set them on neat little piles on wide, flat leaves in lieu of dinner plates and bowls.

He set them down in front of his pokemon, before picking up a leaf-plate and approaching the tree where his new murkrow-friend had perched. “Here you are, buddy. It’s lunch! No burmies on the menu!”

Setting the leaf down, Barry gave the murkrow a wide berth to comfortably eat. “I think…I’ll call you…” he frowned. “Lucas told me that murkows have a gender difference, but I don’t remember what it is…guess it’s a mystery.”

He blinked at that. “...huh, I kinda like that. It has a nice ring to it…Mystery the Murkrow.”

The now-named Mystery quickly finished the leaf of berries, much faster than Barry expected. “Oh, uh. Right. You’re a lot bigger than the others…”

He returned to the others, grabbing the leaf-plate meant for him. “Here, Mystery. You can have my lunch! In the future, I’ll make sure to grab enough for all of us!”

Mystery stared at the boy, then looked down at the second leaf-plate, then back to the boy. “Yeah! That’s for you, bud! It’s OK!” Barry insisted.

The bird seemed to hesitate for only a moment before digging into the second plate.

Preoccupied with its meal, Barry was finally able to stroke the bird’s feathers without getting bit. Absent-mindedly, he picked out the dirt and gunk between the feathers, seeing as how this would be a prime opportunity to do so. A clean pokemon was a healthy pokemon.

“...the color. Definitely the color…she had this hair color…” he muttered under his breath, his fingers twirling around the longer feathers.

Once Mystery had finished eating, it snapped its beak at Barry’s hands, beating its wings in a clear display of ‘leave me alone’. He raised his hands and backed away, “OK, OK, I can take a hint, sheesh. Just cleaning you up some.”

Mystery fluttered back to the tree branches, keeping a careful eye on the boy.

The little group stayed and rested for a bit longer, and when the harsh sun vanished behind some clouds, they continued.

Mystery the Murkrow was flying closer now, even occasionally landing nearby and hopping alongside him. He didn’t bring much attention to it, as to not frighten the bird or sour the budding relationship.

They climbed until the sun began to set, and by that point Barry was truly and utterly exhausted. Climbing was tiring as it was, and skipping a meal did not help. “I think we’re gonna turn in early, guys. Let’s look for a place to set up camp!”

They settled on a small nook in a large tree. Pulling Pest out of his coat, the little bug quickly got to work on making it more comfortable.

Barry kept a close eye on Mystery during the process, turning to ask, “We’re going to hit the sack soon, what do you wanna do, buddy?”

Mystery tilted its head, clicking its beak at the boy. “Jen and Pest sleep with me, and Fern keeps watch!” he explained. “You can do whatever, though. If you’re more comfortable in the trees, I won’t fault ya! Not for me, though. No more sleeping in trees for me, thanks.”

Once Pest had finished silking up the hollow with a satisfied chirp, settling into the silken webbing, already getting comfortable. Jen was next, hopping up and wiggling inside. Barry nodded, hanging his bag on a nearby branch. “Fern, you don’t mind keeping watch?”

Fern chirped to confirm, carefully fixing its ‘skirt’ to sit comfortable just next to the tree.

“Alright! Goodnight everyone!” Barry said, patting Fern on the head and crawling into the nook himself. It was a bit of a squeeze with a piplup and burmy, but cozy.

Finally, hesitantly, Mystery hopped up and shuffled inside. Its talons were sharp, but Barry was too ecstatic to complain. The murkrow carefully nestled on the boy’s chest, tucking its head under its wing.

“You’re still not allowed to eat Pest.” Barry whispered, stroking Mystery’s back. “But you’re totally allowed to cuddle. Goodnight buddy!”

Pulling all his pokemon into a hug, he could feel himself drift into sleep.

---

“You wanted to see me, Cynthia?” 

The former champion nodded, gesturing to the chair opposite her. “...Barry. We need to talk.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather stand, actually. C’mon, Cynthia! I’m busy! I’m going to double check the Eterna Forest! Time’s wasting! Don’t make me fine you!”

Cynthia inhaled slowly, then let out a heavy sigh. “Please. Sit.”

Barry knew better than to argue with the former champion, especially with that tone. He pulled out the chair and sat down without a word, fingers drumming on the wood of the table. “...is this good news?”

She struggled to look him in the eyes. Attempting to open her mouth to speak, no words left her lips. Eventually, she stopped trying, eyes firmly fixed on the table.

A clock ticked somewhere in the house.

His leg bounced under the table, he knew that she hated it when he did that, but he really couldn’t stop himself at this point. Barry could feel a lump forming in his throat. “Is it…news? Any news?”

“Barry.” she leaned forward, placing her hand on his own and giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze. Her other hand rested on a small, leather-bound book. “I…don’t think she’s coming back.”

"You're wrong." He croaked, barely comprehending her words.

"Barry." Cynthia said with a bit more force in her tone. "It's been several months, the police have yet to find a single lead. Her room was untouched. Her PokeBalls were in the exact same place as the night before."

"Exactly! It's strange!" Barry tried to stand, despite her hand on his own. "People do not just, just, vanish! They do not disappear! They don't go to bed at night and are gone by morning!"

"They shouldn't disappear. But they do regardless. Please, sit down."

"No! No! You're wrong! You're wrong! She's not gone! She can't be GONE!" It was almost hard to speak with the lump in his throat; his voice crackling with emotions, his eyes welling with tears. Barry wanted to get up, to leave, to run, to run, to run-

But Cynthia kept him right there, with the weight of everything that had happened on his hand as she held it.

Somehow, she kept her voice level. "This world is…mysterious. And it is wonderful. And it is cruel. It can be all of these things, Barry. We still don't know all of the mysteries of this world. The how and why she vanished…it may be a mystery I will never solve. It would take a miracle."

That damned clock kept ticking.

Finally, Cynthia looked him in the eyes. "But I want you to look at me and know this. She's gone. She's not coming back."

"YOU'RE WRONG!" The boy exploded, finally yanking his hand away and stumbling backwards. He knocked the chair to the floor with a loud clatter, almost tripping over it in his desperate attempt to run.

Barry stormed out without another word.

She waited a moment, then Cynthia placed her head in her hands. She hoped that would've gone better. But at the same time, Barry was the second-most impulsive person she's ever met.

She got up, fixing the chair he had knocked over in his outburst. Then, she returned to the table, reaching for the small book.

Flipping to a dog-eared page, Cynthia sighed. Her fingers carefully brushed the pages, the words painting a rather mundane picture of the daily life within Jubilife Town.

That was until a girl fell from the sky.

[shrinkthisviolet]

“those bastards.” / “if i ever get my hands on them…”  for Thallen please!

This one ended up much longer than I expected, because finding an endpoint was tricky 😂 under the cut for length:

Eddie thought finding out Barry’s identity would make things easier. He’d be fully in the loop, he wouldn’t worry so much about the guy he’d come to…

To…love? It was true that he and Iris, although they’d come close, had never actually started dating, but…still, to think of Barry that way…

Still, it wasn’t so off-putting. It was more just that Eddie was…nervous, really. He’d loved Iris, but Iris hadn’t seen him the same way. Not that she needed to, Eddie treasured her friendship dearly, but it meant Eddie didn’t entertain the thought of having any more of a chance with someone like Barry Allen, who had taken some time to come around to him.

Things had gotten better over time…and Barry telling him that he was the Flash was a culmination of their friendship that Eddie was deeply touched by. But contrary to his belief, it didn’t make things easier.

In fact, it made things harder—because on top of worrying about his growing feelings for Barry, he now had to keep Barry’s identity a secret from the others on the force (except Joe, apparently), and Iris…and he had to share the resounding worry of every close friend of a superhero.

And his first experience with that…was when Barry showed up on his doorstep, bleeding from a wound on his head, his cowl down, and muttering in a daze, “You were…closest…”

“Who did this to you?” Eddie demanded, holding him by the shoulders as he guided him inside. “If I ever get my hands on them—”

“No! No…” Barry grabbed his hand, wincing as his head throbbed against. “Just…just help me.”

“Caitlin…?”

“Too…far.” Barry winced. “Hurts…”

“I’ll call her. Just…you just sit here, okay? Let me just grab something for your head.”

Barry nodded, settling on Eddie’s sofa and holding a hand to his head to stem the bleeding. Eddie, meanwhile, bustled into the kitchen to grab some ice, and tried very, very hard not to think about how right it felt, to have Barry show up on his doorstep when injured and settle on his couch like this.

As he went, he called Caitlin, explaining the situation.

“Did you check him for a concussion?”

“Ah…” Eddie winced. “No. Forgot that part.”

Caitlin sighed. “Well, do that, and let me know.”

So Eddie rushed back to Barry, handing him the ice pack to press against his head. “Hey Barr? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Yeah…yeah, I can.” Barry winced, though he thankfully looked a bit more clearheaded than before. “I went after Captain Boomerang on my own—don’t look at me like that, I didn’t name him—and a rogue boomerang hit me when I wasn’t paying attention. Eddie?” Barry squeezed his hand. “Come on, don’t look at me like that. I’m fine.”

“Fine? You’re bleeding! You’re, like, half-dazed, or…or something—“

“Less than before. Still a little dazed, but…further from a concussion than before. Which is what you and Cait are worried about, right?” He smiled softly. “But…do me a favor? Don’t go running after him trying to play hero. That’s my job.”

“It’s mine,” Eddie insisted. “I’m the police officer here.”

“And I’m the Flash,” Barry grinned.

Yeah, Eddie thought, dazed at the sight of Barry’s bright smile. That you are, Barr.

Barry tilted his head. “What’s that look for?”

“What?” Eddie blushed. “Nothing. I was just…you must need something else.”

Barry shook his head, still studying him with a curious smile. “Nope, nothing like that. But I do have a theory.”

“Oh? And what theory would that be?”

“Well…maybe I’ve gone a little loopy after all, but…if you’ll let me, I want to try something. Stop me, by the way,” he added, “if this gets weird or anything.”

“Okay…but what do you…?” But the closer Barry got, the closer in Eddie leaned too…until there was nothing else for it: Eddie closed the gap between them, and Barry reciprocated in kind.

They burst apart only seconds later, when Eddie asked, “But…Iris…?”

“Somewhere along the way these past few months,” Barry said softly, “I realized…I wasn’t in love with Iris anymore. I was in love with her very kind, very handsome blond best friend.”

Eddie blushed. “Well…you’re not so bad yourself, Flash.”

Barry smiled, leaning in to kiss him again, and Eddie met him in the middle.

When they finally came up for air, Eddie quickly excused himself to call Caitlin.

“No signs of a concussion?” Caitlin sighed. “Well…he still needs to be monitored overnight and the next day, just in case. I could be there in 30 minutes and take him. Or you could let him stay overnight with you and bring him to STAR tomorrow. Whichever you want.”

Eddie glanced at Barry, who was now lying down on the sofa, half-asleep already, and looking…peaceful. So peaceful. It would be cruel, he thought, to wake him now.

(And he knew he’d hardly be able to sleep unless he knew for sure that Barry was alright.)

“He can stay here,” Eddie said. “I don’t mind. I’ll bring him to STAR Labs tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“Sure thing. Have a good night, Caitlin.”

“You too.”

And as he hung up…Eddie looked over at Barry, who had completely succumbed to sleep now, and smoothed a hand over his forehead, smoothing the stress-formed wrinkles that had formed there.

There was so much about Barry that Eddie still didn’t know…so many questions he still had.

He knew about Barry’s mom. About his dad. About the accelerator that gave him powers. But…it was one thing to know something and another thing to know it.

He didn’t know the extent of Barry’s struggles. They were friends, but…not close ones. And Eddie found himself wishing that he could.

I wish I could take all this from you. I wish you never had to know the kind of pain you do.

He couldn’t, he knew. It was a fruitless thing, to try taking pain away from someone. It couldn’t be done—pain could be healed from, but not removed.

If Eddie was lucky, perhaps he could be part of that healing one day. But at the very least, he’d settle for being someone Barry loved and trusted.

That kiss was certainly a magical beginning, in any case.

prompt list!

[wurdulac]

last year i wrote a list of media that touched me. bcs i have shit for memory i was noting down things i watched, played etc. this year. so here's the list.

the city and the city by china miéville - loved it...

the longing - idle game that felt quite promising in the beginning. you play as a lonely shade that has to wait 400 days for his king to wake up. it can get kinda weird and idk how i feel about this anymore.

rain dogs - extremely bleak life circumstances, intense toxic friendship. 'fast food isn't good for you. but i fucking love it'

deadwood - very intriguing way of plotting a story of a settlement but some things abt were fucking stupid and i'm still frustrated when i think abt it. haven't finished the final season and i don't really feel like it.

vanished birds <- read this or else

dungeon meshi - most beautiful art with dynamically drawn creatures and beasts that then get shown being cooked into delicious (and nutricious!) meals in great detail. setting is a spoof of a stereotypical party adventure world but it tries to make sense of its rules and creates in turn something quite unique. great characters too.

wuthering heights - extremely good narrative device. never knew that we learn this story through a tale being told by a servant to some cringey guy. surprisingly well depicted psychology of the characters. reading abt child abuse upset me so bad. society will fuck you up. some ways to better your lot are closed to you based on your gender and race. fucking up people over generations. also moors. they're important.

ghost in the shell

barry - the fact that the show never lets him forget. the satire on show biz, loving the veterans. it's like a more clownish version of breaking bad in a way (both being concerned with morality). characters are caritaturish but everything they do is taken extremely seriously. also it's quite inventive with filmography. solid. loved it.

sangfielle - weird fiction arc of FaTT podcast.. extremely good setting

andor - they didn't lie when they said star wars can be good. abt opression and imperialism.. and droids done well.

repo man - plotted in a very fun way... unforgettable ending.

hellraiser - it was so promising. shouldn't have turned into tense rubic cube solving under most dire circumstances ever imo.

bg3 - the themes have made me insane. it managed to be cohesive. it's the. carousel of violence. cycle of abuse. relationship with power. trusting the other not to use violence against (even though they could). male manipulators. the dark urge. it's not without its faults and it should have been tighter (durge should be the main protag and no tav, chop down act 1, erase halsin)

the terror - such a mixed bag. a very good and tense thriller about imperialistic hubris but. they put a beast there. and the villain was??? idk man.

iasip (well technically i've been trying to watch it for years, but this year alone i watched like 4 seasons or maybe more) - i simply love iasip. its style of comedy that is irreverent. the mad schemes. awful dynamics. touching real darkness.

blowback (podcast) - about american imperialism. first season abt iraq war tone-wise feels like if behind the bastards and citations needed had a baby. recommended.

roadwarden - loved it. loved the setting!

anyway... i kinda stopped reading books after i quit my job (no longer commuting somewhere regularly so i stopped using my kindle). had plans to watch more movies but it's always a struggle to sit down and start watching. went to more than 0 galleries but not that many tbh. i sometimes don't know what to say and most of my comments are still pretty general and feel trite.

[dafukdidiwatch]

As much as I think this is a brilliant idea to liveblog and would absolutely love to do it, I have unfortunately already seen Epithet Erased. I remember watching it since Dec 2019. I’ve watched it so many times on repeat that I mentally watch all 7 episodes. I manage to get a Giovanni Plush when they were on sale. This was a Pandemic Comfort Show for me and my sister when 2020 happened. I absolutely recommend this show every chance I get because it is incredible and amazing and everyone should watch it.

So yeah, sorry about not liveblogging it, but here’s some of my opinions about the show:

Ramsey Murdoch is my favorite character, I have a preference for rat bastard con men

I actually really disliked Giovanni when he first appeared. I thought he was just annoying Team Rocket. It took me to his and Molly’s heart-to-heart before I turned. Now he’s tied for Second fav

My sister’s most hated line in the series is “Why does your knife have a bat taped to it” which makes me laugh

I have never NOT quoted Indus whenever we go see dinosaur anything

In fact, we use a lot of quotes from this show all the time. “They Tried their Bargain Bin Best” “EVIL! Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil!” “Let me do my goddamned job”

Indus is also Second Fav. You can’t argue with stupid or himbo, and my man has both. He’s just way too earnest to hate even a little bit

Coupon Boy has top tier epithet power just for the sheer audacity of it being an actual decent power while being stupid as fuck

Ramsey’s line “Am I having an aneurysm what is happening” almost broke me which was bad because I was working at my old job when I first watched the series, so I had to really try not to laugh by my coworkers

I’ve nicknamed the mystery Red Robe dude at the end of the series Barry Bluejeans because why not, TAZ lives in my head rent free

Not sure what Epithet I would have if I pick one, but I would definitely rather it be more Creative than anything. I like being versatile and clever overall. 

I love figuring out powers based on single words, because it makes it my mission to come up with as many abilities as I can for it lol

Redwood Run is my favorite part, since it has all the coolest characters interacting with one another and the best action scenes (Zora, Howie, Percy, Ramsey, Giovanni)

I got a headcanon that the Epithet Erased world is either A) how things started out when Quirks first appeared like in MHA or B) the American version of how we would have treated Quirks

I have a whole ass thing on detailing the power-structure of Quirks vs Epithets vs Devil Fruits (If I can find the time to actually write it lol)

Absolutely feel free to shout at me about anything Epithet Erased related because I love this show with all my heart and will Absolutely chat your ear off of things

[jasntodds]

I really liked titans portrayal of Gotham city and the Gotham tv series portrayal of the city, and this may sound ridiculous to say but at least for my liking there is not enough Gotham in the batman movies I get that the focus is on batman and whatever loon he's facing but giving some deeper focus to the nitty gritty and utter strangeness of the city and 'average' Gotham citizens is something that I just require lol

I really did not know all that, oh my gosh you're telling me we are legit not gonna see that little bastard (said with such affection) Jason todd version ever ever again because one dude wants his universe to be the only one!?- that is some playground level nonsense and honestly with this many characters and this many storyline possibilities it is just unfair not to make a bunch of universes and that way fans can pick and choose which ones they wanna follow. Like I know some people didn't like the arrowverse (I fucking loved it) but if there's different options you don't have to watch the one you don't like cuz it's not the only one available y'know

Bruce killed the Joker for Jason (that is so huge) heaven above let titans live on for a little bit 😢 a redhood spin off with him attempting to clean up his own mental state and Gotham city with Barbara's help and we could've gotten to see more gotham villians heck Tim could have been included here and there in it cuz he's Robin now, bestie I wanna pull my hair out. And the fight scenes in titans was like near netflix Daredevil level beauty, the brutality shown in some characters (ahem dick and jason) contrasted with how you know that they're good inside that their heart is in the right place (esp dick) but you can visibly see the brokenness

I'm just getting back into titans now, it took forever where I am for season 4 to come on netflix and I still haven't watched s4 yet (I did skip all the way til nearly the end just to watch the episode with redhood lol but oh my seeing Tim be robin was cool)

I kinda really need to see Jason dealing with what he did to poor Hank (hank was one of my favs I cannot believe he didn't get to just nicely retire with dawn 😢)

Okay no but you're right!! I started rewatching Gotham like 2 weeks ago actually lmao and the pure joy the cutscenes bring me just because the city looks so GOOD is insane hjdgfkdh Both Gotham and Titans did a really good job at showing how gritty and gloomy Gotham is while also allowing it feel very organic and completely normal for everyone living there. (like the Titans being a little confused with Gotham stuff happening but you have Dick, Jason, and Babs just rolling with the punches). Tbh I think every Batman related movie/show needs to show the city more like Titans and Gotham because I think showing how Gotham IS explains a lot of why Bruce and the rest of the batfam and villains are the way they are

Nope!! I'm assuming we'll see a version of Jason and Dick (at the very least) at some point but they won't be Titans versions and won't be the same actors. LITERALLY WHAT I'M SAYING!!!! I physically do not care what his role is. He shouldn't be able to just be the only one (again same goes for Marvel). But yes exactly!!!!! Like if there are different universes with a bunch of content for all of them, then like................that's more money?? lmao At the end of the day, studios like making money and if there is only one universe and 1 version of the characters, like you said, some people won't want any part of it because they won't like it. But, if there's another universe for them to watch, they might like that one!!! I have NO desire to watch The Flash movie and it kind of ruins it because actor. But, the show?? It's one of my favorites and I loved Grant Gustin as Barry and Keiynan Lonsdale as Wally jkdfhgkdj (I mean the whole cast of the show tbh is so good). I know James Gunn probably thinks it'll work because he worked for Marvel and it worked for them but DC isn't Marvel lmao AND IT SHOULDN'T BE. DC should be different, that's what makes it fun but having to watch 30 fucking movies to understand shit is not fun when I don't like Miller or Momoa or the kid from Santa Clarita Diet who's gonna be in the Superman movie please I don't wanna watch THOSE to watch the shit I want to see (Blue Beetle, I will watch you soon). I wanna watch Titans lmao

OMG BUT TIM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE APART OF THE SPIN-OFF 😭😭😭 That's part of why I'm so angry. Jason is my favorite batfam member, immediately followed by Tim. And those two don't get along often in comics so ya know, the show was NICE and the spinoff could have been EVEN BETTER. (I also just adore Jay as Tim. He will also be MY Tim Drake). I could actually write a whole think piece of morality of Dick and Jason IN Titans lmao because yes the fight scenes were ALWAYS so good (I love the one in the alley in season 1 episode 1 with Dick as Robin idk and Dick and Jason's fight in the words in season 3 episode 4) but yeah no they did such a good job with showing how they can pull their punches but also fight to the death if they really need to but that doesn't make either of them bad. For both of them, it's about the greater good and they just have different viewpoints of what that means because they're both absolutely fucked up (which is also great because it goes the same in the comics and it makes them SO MUCH more interesting as characters). It shows no one is all good and no one is all bad.

jfghdfgfh omg it took so long!!!!! I hope you enjoy season 4!! It definitely wasn't as good as 2 or 3 imo but it was fun!! Episode 9 is really good!! I still smile like an idiot whenever I think about that episode with Jason lmao Tim finally gets his Robin suit thinking he's hot shit and Jason's like "Dude is gonna get his dumbass fucking killed LOL". Episode lives rent-free in my mind forever

Same though!! I need to know like what he did ?? Did he reach out to Dawn to offer an apology?? Did Tim tell Jason he met Hank when he died?? I don't know how he'd ever get over the guilt but I'd love to see the angst that could have brought us!! I wasn't a huge Hank fan but I was still jaw on the floor shocked when it happened and I felt so bad for him skdfh like poor Hank he didn't deserve to be exploded