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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 9

Roy Harper + sweat and Musk

Couldnt find a gif of roy, so heres a pic instead.

Still tired, I want a monster so bad, specifically the white one :/ How tf did this get so long, hello?

Reader is a speedster, cuz idk.

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Roy Harper was hot, everyone on your team and outside of it knew that. From his cocky grin, to his long red hair tucked away into a red cap, and his stupidly thick muscular arms. You weren’t too bad to look at either, but where Roy’s bulk was in his arms, yours was in your legs. It came with the area of being a speedster, you all had some shapely legs that would catch eyes if you wore tight enough pants.

They used to call you White bolt, but like most heroes who had started out as sidekicks, you’d changed your name to Bizerk. It had started out as a title of sorts, given to you when you had ended up stuck in a different dimension, where the justice league called them the justice lords. Bizerk had started out as a name they called you, as you hadn’t existed in this dimension, leaving you as an unknown. It later became a name the public called you, but from them there had been love and hope.

You had been stuck in that dimension for a long time, having ended up there back when you had just turned 19, and you had only gotten back to your dimension in your mid-20s. It had been difficult to readjust to this dimension, where the justice league were still good and your friends were all alive and had missed you. You were still twitchy at times, and your moral compass was twisted, but that’s what made you fit with the outlaws so well.

Sadly, your relationship with your former teacher, Barry, was almost crumbled to dust as neither of you were who you were before, having both lost so much, seen so much, done things you didn’t want to do. Instead of being student and teacher, almost family like you once had been, you were now simply coworkers who might share a coffee after patrols, or you’d keep extra snacks around for fellow speedsters.

One thing that hadn’t changed too much though had been Roy. Sure, he was bigger now, buffer, he had almost left you unconscious with those arms of his when he had hugged you the first time, and again later when you two were alone and hed kissed you like he wanted to eat you alive. Before you had been scooped away to another dimension, you two had had a thing between you. There had never been a title on it, but you two always sought the other out and always found yourselves dry humping in an alleyway or sucking the other off between missions.

Apparently, he had spiralled into addiction, left the arrow name behind, had a kid, gotten out of addiction, then joined the outlaws, and so much more. There hadn’t really been much of a question on your part as you sided with the outlaws almost immediately, since that was where Roy, Kory, and later you found out Jason, the one robin you liked, was part of it too. So, now the outlaws had their own speedster who ran as fast if not faster than the rest of them, and didn’t have a problem spilling blood.

For a while, you and Roy didn’t talk about any of it, or the feelings you both still possessed years later. You weren’t young men who denied their sexuality like before, or who had the energy to pull a quickie just because you wanted too. You still could, of course, but neither of you seemed to find the same thrill as when you were younger. As you both toed around the inevitable, you resorted to less than stellar acts to satiate yourself.

You hadn’t gotten off well for years, as running around in a dimension as one of the few heroes against a regime didn’t leave much time. But now that you were home and safe, it was like your body was trying to catch up. You realized it might have started to become a problem when Roy had returned to your shared apartment, because you guys didn’t wanna be apart though neither said it in words, in a red tanktop and sweaty from the gym.

He had thrown his arms around your head as you had sat on the couch going through one of the many video games you had missed in your time away, and you had popped a stiffy almost immediately. Roy didn’t seem to notice how you tensed, as you always tensed from touch these days, but you felt drool pooling in your mouth as the scent of his sweat filled your senses.

Or maybe he had, as he started showing up more and more to your shared place, fresh from the gym or from a run, and he would always drape himself over you like some damsel in distress. It got so bad you almost started vibrating like only a speedster could, and you ended up resorting to nicking his musky laundry when he wasn’t home. Huffing that stupid red tank top of his, one you were sure he hadn’t washed for the past week even though hed worn in every day, you came hard enough that you didn’t stop buzzing around the edges for at least fifteen minutes.

You felt like a pervert as you snuck the tank top back into the laundry, trying hard to ignore how you were already hard and throbbing again. Being a speedster came with many positives, and depending on who you were, an almost non-existent refractory period was one of them. But for you, it was a curse, as no matter how many times you jerked off inhaling Roy’s potent laundry you still ached for more.

You felt like you were going crazy, as your inability to satisfy yourself left you agitated, and it spilled into your hero work. You hit enemies too hard, had much less patience, and couldn’t think straight, which had been your biggest strength in the other dimension. Even worse was the fact that Roy seemed to just love going around in that sleeveless getup of his, he had even started forgoing any layers under leaving his sweaty pits right in your face when hed pull you into his side after missions.

A less stable part of your brain told you just to kill him, because he was driving you up the wall like a half wild animal and you had no idea what to do. It ended with you trying to find different ways to work out your frustration, which ended up with you blasting music in your headphones as you pushed the leagues gym equipment to their limits.

None of your friends seemed to want to get close to you when you were in the mood you were in, maybe it was the murderous look on your face as you lifted weights or did an uncountable number of push-ups. You hadn’t even noticed Roy was there until you were packing up to go home, your entire body jittering and buzzing around the edges from exhaustion. Just as you were ready to hike home, Roy had hooked that deliciously stupid arm around your shoulder and declared you’d walk back together.

Maybe it was your frayed nerves, but he smelled even stronger today than usual, and the less stable part of your brain just wanted to shove him up against the wall and slobber all over his arms and pits like some kind of dog in heat. But you were stronger than that, that was until you guys stepped into your apartment and Roy shoved his face into your neck and inhaled loudly. You felt yourself give an almost painful throb at the groan he let out, your frazzled semblance of control slipping between your fingers like sand as he grunted how good you smelled.

What little restraint you both possessed seemed to finally snap, and soon your lips were mashed together, tongues rubbing and spit running down chins as clothes were pulled or even ripped off sweaty bodies. You had no idea whose bedroom you ended up in, you were too distracted by Roy grabbing your knees, pulling them open, and shoving his face into the crevice between your thighs and crotch.

The two of you moaned in unison, Roy from the powerful onslaught of musk that filled his senses, and you from the redhead’s wet tongue slobbering across the salty skin. His rough hands gripped the back of your knees, pushing them up further and further until your lower body was lifted off the bed, his tongue searching down until he could press it against your hole.

You groaned and panted, pulling at his hair was Roy ate you out with the gusto of a starving man finally given a meal. You could hear him huffing and smelling you as he did it too, seemingly just as lost in your musk as you were in his. Your orgasm slammed into you like a lightning bolt as he pulled your sack into his mouth, worshipping your balls and taking in the scent and taste of them. You didn’t even notice it approaching until you had white stripes across your sweaty torso.

You weren’t even soft for a whole thirty seconds before you were filling up again, especially as Roy’s tongue dragged up your body, licking up the streaks of white he had caused you to spill. Your lips met in another sloppy kiss, slick and wet noises filling the room as you hooked your arms around his head, wanting him closer than was humanly possible.

As you kissed Roy’s hand gripped your length, jerking it with a speed that had your hips jolting off the bed. So little was needed for you to cum again, spilling into his palm this time as he sucked on your tongue like it was a delectable treat. As he withdrew, he patted your muscular thigh with his clean hand, panting for you to roll over, which you did with no question asked.

His spit slick lips kissed up your back as he smeared your own essence against your spit slick hole, pushing two fingers in as he opened you up quicker than he might have any other day. You moaned, turning your head as you grabbed onto his head and twisted him enough that you could kiss him again. Two fingers soon became three, and your kiss became simply panting into the others mouth as you ground your hips back against his hand.

As he pulled his fingers out of your hole, you used your speed to grab him and flip him, throwing him onto his back so you could sit down on his aching almost purple length, the two of you both moaning though his sounded more cracked and broken than your own as he hadn’t cum even once. Roy was about to grip your hips, but you forced his arms above his head as you started to ride him.

Roy was about to ask what you were up too before you leaned down, letting the flat of your tongue run through his pits just like you had wanted to do for months. The redhead laughed and started moving his hips, thrusting up into you as he kissed at any skin of yours, he could reach, letting his tongue lick up any sweat he came across.

You ended up licking from his pits, up his neck, and into his mouth once more, Roy groaning in pleasure at the taste of his own salty sweat as your hips struck down on his own. Now that his hands were free, Roy quickly grabbed onto your hips and flipped you over, letting his thrusts turn rougher as you scratched and clawed at his back.

You were sure you had came multiple times as you two continued like a pair of rabbits, but your refractory period was so shot you didn’t even go soft. You knew Roy was about to finish as his thrusts slowed to a deep stomach-turning roll, his groans turning into higher moans as his jaw dropped. The flash of warmth inside you had you spilling against your chest again, clenching up around Roy in a way that had him jolting and grunting.

He flopped down on top of you, both of you even more sweaty and exhausted than before, and when he started lazily licking at your sweaty neck and you smacked at his shoulder. Roy chuckled softly as he leaned back, looking at you with the type of love you two had always felt. The kiss he gave you this time was full of love instead of lust, but soon the loving kisses wasn’t enough to ignore the disgusting messes you both were.

Roy almost looked as sad as you felt as you two had to go shower and put on new sheets on what you saw was Roy’s bed, but it had to be done as you didn’t want to sleep in that type of filth. In Roy’s words, you just had to get dirty again if that was an issue. As you were about to fall asleep, Roy kissed your shoulder and muttered that he loved you and wanted you to be his forever, which caused you to chuckle softly as you rolled over, so you were face to face. Kissing his lips softly, you muttered that you loved him too, and you wanted the same. With a grin, Roy pulled you close, and together you fell asleep, feeling exhausted but oh so satisfied.

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sparklethoughtbubble · 2 months

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I just noticed a lot of older drawings of uni have her gown kind of flare out at the bottom to make it kind of look like a dress!! that's awesome and I wish they would bring that back. It seems like a lot of details have been kind of forgotten about over time which sucks because kneeby's art style is awesome when kit is putting a lot of time into it (and they inspired some parts of my art style as well.) compare the 2019-2021 versions of the "barruni new year" drawing with the most recent one and you can see what I mean:

2019: Very stylized, excellent use of line weight, background details accent the main focus well, body language is easy to understand-- they appear to be leaning into each other. Their body types and face shape are clearly very different and makes them both look really cute in their own ways and they compliment each other perfectly (also notice the cool gown thing :]) Also uni looks really fluffy here!!

2021: The background is a little more intense, but not in a bad way. It's still very cohesive and makes sense for what the drawing is supposed to be about. (You can even see that the rainbows are cometcare colored-- very cool detail.) The background's rainbows kind of line up with where Barry and Uni's color fades out. I kind of like this more than the 2019 version, honestly. You can see that it's not as "sharp" as before, and there's a little less weight to the lines, but it still looks good.

2022: There is a lot to take in here. The glitter effect kind of makes the background look like a mess, but the blue overlay looks pretty nice. Barry and Uni's ears are nearly the same shape. There isn't really any line weight to this at all. Their feet look more like fins by this point and it's harder to tell where their feet end and their toes begin. Barry is supposed to be chubby, but while his legs are thicker than Uni's, his arms are the same thickness as hers and his stomach is flat.

2023 the sky is gone. millions of birds dead I don't have a lot to say about this one other than there isn't a lot of detail and the amount of glitter used feels like im going to choke on it. They've gone from hugging to doing a little waltz which is pretty neat, and Barry's feet are back to normal! Hooray! Line weight is nonexistant by this point and their face shapes are almost the same, but it's overall ok.

2024: what why are they so... small here? why does barry's gown open under his armpit? why does barry have the chin-nose like uni and doom have now? not to mention their poses are kind of stiff here This reminds me of those sticker packs with the reflective background. And I like that barry is visibly chubby here again. But Uni and Barry actually just have the same ear shape now and character-wise there is only as much detail as is "neccessary" so that every single glitter brush can be used on the background all at once. It's very strange

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skelavender · 2 months

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“Mulder.” “What?” “I’m sleeping.” “No you’re not, you’re talking to me.” “I’m trying to sleep.” “Well you aren't doing a very good job.” “Shut up, Mulder.”

read chapter five of shelter on ao3, or below the cut!

April 1996

Scully seals the last box with the flick of her tape wand, and looks around at the remaining boxes and bins that are scattered around her, soon to be old, apartment.

There are a couple of boxes of photo frames and albums stacked by the door. Her dishware and furniture was moved into the house last week, courtesy of the Gunmen’s van. Mulder is putting the last of the clothes that normally hang in her wardrobe hopefully folding them before putting them into the box.

She didn’t expect to feel so emotional about it. She’s moved plenty of times over the course of her life, even crossing the entirety of the US a couple times. This time, she's moving mere miles away, but she has tears brimming her eyes.

There’s just so much that has happened in that apartment, good and bad. It had been her home since she graduated Quantico, where she had hosted dinners and birthday parties, but it was also where Melissa had been fatally shot. And she can’t look out the front window anymore without seeing Duane Barry about to punch through it and attack her. This will be a good thing, to get away from it, she concludes. A fresh start, one with Mulder beside her.

“Do you miss her?”

“Every second she’s not by my side.”

Mulder’s exchange with the medical examiner in Las Vegas from a couple months ago bounces around in Scully’s head. She shares the sentiment. Beyond her inability to sleep well without him, she finds herself reaching for his company whenever he’s not around, like there’s an empty, Mulder-shaped spot at her side.

The man himself comes through the doorway with the last box from her bedroom. “You set?”

“Yep. That was the last box.”

“Great.” He smiles at her over the box of clothes. “Let's go home, Scully.”

Over the years, they’ve started referring to just about anywhere as home. “Let’s go home, Scully” could mean a hotel room, DC, his place, her place, the office, anything. But now, “Let’s go home, Scully” means their house with the stained glass and the mismatched furniture and the love.

***

Their first night fully moved into their new house, Mulder and Scully eat take out directly from the containers and sip wine from mugs, the closest cup-adjacent dishware they could find, while sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor. It’s pretty much the only space not covered in boxes. The apartment is a damn maze. Queequeg is somewhere among it, his claws tap tap tapping through the labyrinth.

It’s so new, yet so familiar. Scully can’t count the number of times they’ve sat together like this, bickering good naturedly about cases and just about anything else. Scully feels comfort radiate from inside her chest, and basks in the warmth of Mulder’s presence.

“I’m glad we’re doing this.” Scully says, voice bright.

“Me too,” Mulder agrees. He sets his paper plate on the ground and leans slightly forward, elbows on his knees. “Scully, can I be sappy for a second?”

“Okay.” She puts her food down.

“You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I love you.” She lets herself say it, lets the words tumble from her lips on their own accord, leaping towards Mulder, trying to find a safe place to land. He provides it, cushioning their landing in a catcher’s mitt and tucking it into his chest.

“I love you, too.”

She pushes up onto her knees to hug him.

“Thank you for being my best friend, Scully.” His voice is slightly muffled by the shoulder of her cardigan.

Scully would expect this to shatter her. For the pain of… not quite rejection, but of the mismatched sentiment, to worm between her ribs and slice into her chest. Instead, she is warmed by his confession, however platonic. He loves her. Maybe not in the same world-ending, all consuming way, but he does love her too. At least she has that.

***

Mulder is laying in bed, eyes wide and staring at the back of Scully’s head. They’re both on their sides and she’s holding his arm to her stomach tightly, so he couldn't move if he wanted to. And he doesn’t.

He’s just… awake. His mind is going too fast, jumping between topics like a chatty 6 year old. He taps his fingers on Scully’s belly distractedly. She grunts.

“Are you awake?” Another grunt. “Scully, what are your thoughts on Amelia Earhart?”

“Mulder.”

“What?”

“I’m sleeping.”

“No you’re not, you’re talking to me.”

“I’m trying to sleep.”

“Well you aren't doing a very good job.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

“Ok.” Scully is just starting to drift back off when Mulder opens his damn mouth again. “What about Jack the Ripper?”

Instead of responding, Scully turns around in his arms to face him, and levels him with a glare. “Mulder. Shut. The fuck. Up. I am sleeping.”

“Sorry, Scully.”

She turns back around to face the dresser again, but he’s woken her up now, dammit, and she’s thinking about Jack the fucking Ripper. “It was a woman.” she mumbles.

“What?”

“She was a woman.” She turns onto her back and looks to Mulder. “People theorize it could have been a male doctor due to the precision of the cuts on the victims, but a midwife would have the necessary anatomical knowledge to carve out women’s uteruses, too, and could have gone around unsuspected.”

“But the leather apron!”

“Can be attributed to mass hysteria fueled by the media. No one would bother a midwife walking down the street covered in blood, they would just assume she came from a particularly nasty birth!”

“But none of the suspects at the time–”

“Were women? Wow, shocker, Mulder, people in the 1800s didn’t frequently consider women murder suspects.”

Their bickering continues for longer than Scully would like, and she finally manages to shut him up by smothering his laughter with a pillow, and turning away from him. He resumes his position curled around her, and they sleep.

***

In the end, the house is a good mix of their styles and furniture. The wood is dark, as it was in Mulder's old place, but the bright counters of the kitchen and open floor plan are reminiscent of Scully’s. Her couch, chair, and coffee table are used in the main living area, but Mulder's round dining table is right behind it. Mulder's trusty leather sleeping couch resides in their new basement office. After years of working on the X-Files below the streets of DC, it only felt fair that the small basement be used to house their work at home as well. They each have a desk down there. It also makes it easier to have Scully's family over without having to shuffle files away when Mulder inevitably leaves them out. Scully’s room is painted a dusty pink. It's the larger room of the two, but still not huge. Not that she needs much.

What Scully likes most about the house is the windows. Not just the stained glass ones, as beautiful as they may be, but the regular, brown panes. The grills are diamond shaped, and reinforced metal that isn’t glaringly protective. No one would notice the difference between them and a standard set of windows unless they were closely inspecting them. She won’t be attacked through the window of her own home again, like she was last year. Her excuse for buying a house with Mulder had been safety, and the house does exactly that.

Scully reflects on all of it one morning, curled up on the couch with a mug of tea while Mulder sleeps on in his room. She does truly feel safe there. The windows let in the light and came out the dark. A week into living there full time and there are no dark corners that Scully’s eye projected horrors into. There are no bloodstains on the hardwood.

When Mulder stumbles out of bed, Scully greets him with a chipper “Good morning!” He replies only with a sleepy grunt, and beelines for the coffee machine.

“Didn’t sleep well?” She asks after he’s taken a couple sips.

“Slept a little too well. It’s almost noon.”

“That’s what Saturdays are for. We don’t have anywhere to be.”

He smiles at the we, at the joining of their plans and their lives with a single word. “What’s your opinion on brunch, Scully?”

“Generally positive.”

“Good. We’re going. I’ll go get dressed.”

Scully smiles into her tea as she takes the last sip.

***

Scully, though generally considered the more emotionally intelligent half of the X-files division, does not like having important conversations. So when she stands with her arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs to their home office claiming that they “need to talk,” Mulder is concerned to say the least.

“Okay,” Mulder replies hesitantly and turns his chair around to give her his full attention, “What about?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t have people over.”

“I…what?”

“In non-platonic contexts, I mean. If you’re going to have… sexual encounters… I'd be more comfortable if you did it elsewhere.”

Mulder blinks at her. This is not where he thought the conversation was going. “Do you think I’m… Jesus, Scully, I’m not hooking up with people while I’m married to you!”

“Oh.”

“Did you think I was?”

“I mean, you’re a very sexual person, Mulder, don’t blame me for making the assumption.” She sounds almost defensive now, “The magazines, the tapes? You go so far as to take them into the office, for chrissakes!”

Mulder laughs. “Scully, I have those videos and magazines because I don't have sex very often. And I’m getting better about porn in the office, give me some credit.”

Scully gives him that head tilted look of disapproval, the one he sees near daily. “Mulder, you left a tape in the VCR in November.”

He rolls his eyes. “My point is, you don’t have to worry about seeing or hearing anything you don’t want to.

“Okay.” She accepts, and pulls a book from the shelf before taking a seat on his old couch and Mudler turns back to the computer. He doesn’t ask if she’s planning to have sex in their home. He's not sure he’s ready to hear the answer.

“Mulder?” He turns towards her once more, “For the record, you don’t have to worry about me bringing anyone around either, Mulder.” She says after a couple silent moments. Sometimes he wonders if she can read his mind. In reality, she can just read him.

Mulder meets her eyes and nods. The look they share is electric. He wonders if she’s on a similar train of thought as he is. Well if I’m not having sex with other people… and you’re not having sex with other people… what if we just…

His eyes fall to her lips momentarily. God, he wants to kiss her. He knows he can't. He doesn’t think she’s ready for that yet. The kissing she might allow, but the second their lips touched he would collapse into a puddle of oh god, Scully, I love you, I love you. That's what he really fears would break things. What would end up pushing her away, causing Scully to withdraw the attention and affection he’s been basking in for the past couple months they’ve been living together.

Neither one says a word. Scully breaks the trance and turns back to the book in front of her. After letting his eyes drink her in for a moment too long, Mulder follows suit. The air is still tense.

“You really couldn’t find a better way to say it?” Mulder says with a tense laugh and a half assed smile that disappears from his face almost immediately. “You that uncomfortable about sex?”

“I like sex, I’m just not very good at talking about the intricacies of it outside of medical settings.”

“My god Scully, you’re like a stereotypical catholic schoolgirl.”

“I’m no blushing virgin, Mulder. I've had plenty of sex. Maybe not recently, but I've had plenty of it.”

“Careful Scully, you’re gonna start making people think you’re all stoic because you’re pent up.” He waggles his brows suggestively. She knows he’s trying to wind her up to break the tense air in the room. It works, and she doesn’t think before she speaks.

Scully rolls her eyes. “I’m an adult woman, Mulder. I do own a vibrator.” She knows, as soon as it leaves her mouth, that this is the wrong thing to say.

“Oh yeah?” He leans forward. “What kind?”

Scully blushes fiercely, and Mulder wants to touch her red cheeks, feel the warmth of them. “That’s none of your business.”

“No blushing virgin, my ass. What color?” He’s teasing her now, with that stupid cocky grin which is going to make her need to use the vibrator later, goddamn it. Scully buries her face in her hands, and Mulder laughs at her.

“It was a gift!” Her voice is muffled in her hands, and she’s so goddamn adorable like this Mulder thinks he’s going to explode from loving her so much.

“You’re not making this any less interesting, Scully.”

Her face is still bright red when she lifts it from her hands. “It was an elaborate gag gift from my roommates when I graduated from college. They all chipped in and got an absurdly expensive one and made a joke about releasing tension.”

Mulder laughs. He tries to keep the bright desire out of his eyes. “And did you?” He wriggles his eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t you start with me, Mulder. Or else I’ll describe in great detail what I did with it, and you’ll be in an awkward situation too.”

Hngh. Mulder wants. Instead, he chuckles again and turns back to his computer, shaking his head. “A vibrator. Not the topic of conversation I was expecting for today.”

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noodyl-blasstal · 2 years

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Barry & the twins for 12!

Prompt from @juicywritinghoard Prompts for Fun and Profit which can be found by clicking here.

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Taako reminded Barry of a cat with socks on. He’d forgotten how to exist in his body and was adding pieces to the communal puzzle like his arm was a claw machine. Barry raised his eyebrows at Lup, glanced quickly to Taako, then back again. She grimaced, shrugged, and turned back to poke at the fire. Barry should have anticipated her infatuation with the log burner was going to override everything else this Candlenights.

Maybe bringing Taako had been a mistake? Barry hadn’t meant to be selfish, but last year he’d missed the twins so much. He’d never leave his Mum here alone… well Marlena wouldn’t be short of people to spend the holiday with, but Barry didn’t get the chance to visit often. He didn’t want to miss out on family time, but his idea of family had changed a lot lately. It wasn’t just him and his Mum any more. The thought of Lup and Taako being on their own didn’t sit right. He knew they tended to just let the day pass them by, but there were so many bad memories associated with it that he thought it would be nice to at least try and create some positive ones. When he made the suggestion Lup had been so excited, Barry immediately knew that Taako would agree to come too - just like Barry, he’d do anything to make sure Lup was happy.

It seemed like everything was going well at first. When they’d arrived Marlena had run down the porch steps and grabbed them all into a hug. She’d met Lup before, but only briefly, and Barry knew she was looking forward to spending time with the people who were so important to him. He talked about them a lot, of course, during their weekly phone conversation; and he talked about Marlena to the twins too. It was nice that they got to meet properly though.

The hand knitted jumpers had been waiting on their bed when they went to put their bags down after the initial hellos. Lup’s was blazing red and Barry’s a deep grey, the candle pattern across them was charmingly wonky. Lup had squeaked in excitement and immediately wrestled her way into it, Barry wasn’t far behind. His Mum made these every Candlenights; he treasured each differently patterned jumper and the cosy feeling of love which emanated from them.

There was no reply when they knocked on Taako’s guest room door on the way downstairs, but they had assumed he needed some time to brush off the journey, unpack, and recharge his social battery. They didn’t expect to find him in the kitchen with Marlena, sleeves of his candle covered purple jumper rolled up to the elbows as he helped her make hot chocolate.

“Barry! Lup!” Marlena swooped round the scrubbed wooden table to hug them both again. “Taako was just telling me about his magical hot chocolate - I said we’d have to make it as well as the Bluejeans recipe and do a taste test.”

“Ooooh, a true battle of the chefs. I’m definitely going to have to abstain from judging though - Twin exemption!” Lup hugged Marlena back as she spoke, and Barry couldn’t help but melt a bit. It was so nice to see all these important people together and getting along. He’d been a bit worried about Taako’s spiky nature, it wasn’t always intentional, but he often left people upset in his wake, then upset himself worrying about it. Everything seemed to be okay though, and he couldn't help but beam.

They’d chatted easily as they made the hot chocolate, and even Taako had admitted that Marlena’s was ‘nearly as good’ as his own (Barry quietly thought that she had him beat, but knew better than to voice that opinion). Then they’d retired to the lounge to do the Candlenights puzzle. Barry had helped Marlena carry out the trays of velvety truffles, the fancy crisps, and the shortbread his Mum only made for special occasions because of how fussy the recipe was. Once they were all settled with candle shaped novelty plates full of goodies and huge mugs of mulled cider, Taako’s strange behaviour had began. Barry didn’t understand it, he’d seemed fine - he’d seemed more than fine. He’d joked with them, shared stories, asked Marlena about baby Barry, life before she’d lived here, and her favourite things to eat. All of them had moved to comfort her when she got misty eyed recounting a story of Barry’s Dad, and they’d laughed together once she’d dabbed the tears from her face and told a story about eight year old Barry proudly telling the audience of a robotics competition that he wanted to be a necromancer when he grew up.

“Served them right for asking in front of everyone.” Marlena had added. “It’s a lot of pressure to put on someone! ...I bet they didn’t do it again.”

But now? Now Taako looked ready to vacate his body.

“We need more logs, I’m going to go grab some.” Lup announced, jumping to her feet. “They’re just in the store out the back, right Marlena?” Lup asked, and Marlena nodded.

“I’ll come with you, there’s a basket for them here to make life a bit easier.” Marlena grabbed a large wicker basket from the cupboard next to the now-depleted stack of logs, and bumped the door shut with her hip. “Follow me, love.” Marlena said, and walked towards the kitchen. Lup followed, pausing quickly to wave at Barry and Taako before disappearing through the door. Taako didn’t wave back, he continued nudging puzzle pieces, staring at his own arm as if confused by it.

“You, ah, you doing okay there bud?” Barry asked, finding it hard to mask the concern in his voice.

Taako glared at him, and Barry found a confusing amount of relief in that. Spiky Taako was more familiar to him than the new dazed version.

“No, Barold.” Taako replied, stressing his name aggressively. “I’m not okay, actually.”

“I’m sorry…” Barry began. “What’s wrong? Is there something I can do to make you feel more comfortabl…”

Taako interrupted before he could finish. “I’m used to being miserable over the holidays, Barold. Lup and I sit on our sofa and remember how fucking awful every Candlenights was growing up, Barold. We order noodles and we bitch about how bad they are, and it’s nice because she’s there, but it’s miserable, Barold.”

Barry didn’t know what to say, so he went with nothing.

“... and now, now, you steal us away, and your Mum’s a fucking delight, and she knits us these jumpers, these jumpers Barold. They’re adorable. We all match. It’s like a big hug and we’ve all got one…” Taako’s voice was getting louder and higher in pitch. This was familiar territory, ranting Taako was less worrying than silent Taako. Barry tried very hard not to smile.

“... so here I am in a lovely jumper, Barold, drinking the best hot chocolate I’ve had in my life, and eating delicious shortbread which I have to steal the recipe for, and we’re doing a godsdamned puzzle, and it’s already the best Candlenights I’ve ever had. What am I supposed to do with that, Barold? What? How exactly am I supposed to process this?” Taako’s lips clamped together and he looked very intently at the ceiling, blinking hard.

Barry didn't feel the urge to smile any more, he wanted to wrap his arms around Taako, or maybe just to fight every shitty relative and foster carer they'd had... “Have, uh, have you considered just enjoying it? Not that it matters if you miss anything, because, well, we can do this every year, there's no pressure, but you know, maybe just try to let yourself have a good time? I love having you here.”

“We can do this every year,” mimicked Taako, glaring at Barry.

“We, we can?” Barry was confused. “Taako, of course we’ll do this every year. You’re part of my family, Candlenights is for family. If you want to be here, you’ll be here. Obviously we won’t force you, but you’re basically my brother at this point.”

Taako glowered at Barry, then looked down and repeated. “Every year.”

“As long as you want to be here with us, you'll be here with us.” Barry replied firmly.

There was a long moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Taako looked up at Barry and nodded, then reached for some more puzzle pieces, finally looking like he’d met his own hands before.

Lup and Marlena bustled back in, Marlena's basket and Lup’s arms piled high with logs. Lup quickly deposited her load and grabbed the basket. “Oh, and you can just ask for the shortbread recipe, dear. It’s fine.” Marlena patted Taako on the shoulder as she passed his chair to sit down. “I don’t mind sharing it with family.”

#I want Barry's goth candle jumper very very very much #You get those kids that say they want to be a tree or whatever? Barry wanted to be a necromancer and no one could stop him answering that #(Not that Marlena tried)#TAZ Fic #TAZ Balance #Noodyl Writes #Barry Bluejeans #Lup Tacco #Lup #Taako

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sharprocks-blog · 3 months

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CHAPTER 1: HELL

Mix laid in his bed as he groaned when he heard his alarm beeping loudly, He sat up as his Mom came in the room with her uniform on while looking at Mix, “Honey! Get your butt up, get dressed, we leave in ten minutes!” And she quickly left. Mix sighed as he got out of bed as he quickly put on his outfit as he grabbed his heart shaped glasses and black back with a white rose pin on it, and quickly left. “Would you like me to drive you? Or would you like to go on your motorcycle and show off in front of your new school?” Mix just grinned as a small white hair kid came running in, her name was Clovis, weird kid, adopted, yellow eyes, olive skin. Mix ruffled Clovis’s hair as she smiled at him, her hair poofing. “Alright Clovis the babysitter should be here soon, call me if no one shows up, something goes wrong, any of the sorts we talked about” Clovis was extremely book smart and smart in general. Clovis nodded, “Yes ma’am!” Mix pulled Clovis in a hug as he hummed happily, then left the door.

Mix had pulled into the School parking lot as he felt a lot of eyes on him. Staring.. Hm.. Guess he should put on an act and manipulate the whole school? That sounded fun. Mix got off as he took his motorcycle keys as helmet as he then walked inside. Mix walked towards where his locker is while looking at his Schedule. Locker 309. And he was supposed to have a guide or something. Honestly this school looked pretty shitty in so many ways. The people look and act crappy, What a wonderful school this is going to me. But he had to trust his mom and try his best. Soon he noticed a tall guy walking towards him, brown hair, partly dark skin but a bit lighter, blue eyes, school jacket. He had a shirt that was blue with white stripes, Mix eyes twitched as he forced a smile. “You must be new here right? Mix Crystal?” Mix nodded sweetly, “Yup, moved here recently and now i go here” Mix hummed, ‘obviously..or else I wouldn't be here..’ Mix thought to himself, but he had to keep up with this fake sona he made up, too late to go back now. The boy hummed as he nodded as he took out his hand out to Mix, “My name is Barry Price, the school king” Mix felt like he wanted to just leave, but he took barry’s hand as he smiled more, “Nice to meet you Barry”

Barry showed Mix around the school, apparently he had been his guide, what luck, messing with the school king. Like being here and being stared at wasn’t enough. “You know, you’re kinda off..” Mix blinked, “What do you mean?” Barry shrugged, “Something about you is weird..” he turned towards him, Mix raised a brow. “I mean i think i'm just being myself at this point” He smiled sheepishly, Barry smiled a bit, “You’ll get along well with Isaac” Mix blinked as he stared at him as he just shrugged it off and continued with the tour.

“And there is your first hour class, Math” Mix groaned. Barry just chuckled, “If it helps, We have the same class period” Barry opened the Math door as he placed his hand on Mix’s back as he pushed him towards the door into the classroom. The Teacher stopped his talking as he looked at Mix and Barry, “Ah, i was wondering when you guys will join, i was worried that i wouldn’t be able to meet him until later” He smiled sweetly, “Well my name is Mr. Ice, glad to finally meet you Mr. Crystal” He held out his hand to shake his, and Mix took as he smiled at him, “You too” Mr. Ice hummed, “You two sit down, Mix you will sit right behind Felix, the one that has the spiked up hair and leather jacket” A boy raised his hand looking at Mix. Mix nodded, as he walked over towards the desk, he glanced back as he saw Barry sit next to a guy that had glasses and brown hair with a red shirt. He sat in the chair as he stared at the guy in front of him. Felix huh… interesting.

The bell soon rang about 12 minutes later, Everyone packed up as Barry came over to Mix and smiled, “I’ll show you to the next class..” He paused as he watched Felix walk out the door who was smirking at them both, mostly Mix at this point as he left the door. Barry and Mix told Mr. Ice bye as they walked out of the door, “So are you thinking about any Clubs you want to join?” Barry looked at Mix, Mix put his hand on his chin as he thought for a minute then replying “Hm.. maybe Gymnastic, Gardening, or Drama club” Barry nodded, “Those are great choices, but, why Gymnastic?” Barry asked as he raised a brow, “Oh, i'm very flexible” Mix smiled, “Makes sense, anyways we have Science next, we have three classes together, Math and Gym, You have History next, so I’ll take you there then I’ll leave” Mix nodded as they continued to talk, soon noticing a small brown hair kid walk past them, then sticking his tongue out at barry then speeding off. Mix blinked, very confused as he looked at Barry who scowled, “he’s a shit head.” Mix couldn’t really care, he just wanted to get through the school life without any weirdness or drama. Barry went towards the history class as he hummed, “Good luck” then Barry walked away leaving Mix alone.

This is great, he hummed happily as he walked inside the classroom, the Teacher walked over to him, a girl teacher this time, she was old, but very sweet “Hello, you must be Mix Crystal, I’m Mrs Yang. How are you enjoying your first day of school?” She smiled sweetly, at him, just like Mr. Ice. Mix shrugged, “Good i guess” Miss Yang then asked, “Did you make any friends yet? I can ask someone to sit with you or I can place you with someone in my classroom if anyone has a free seat by them” Mix bit his lip, feeling awkward at this point, this was embarrassing.

“I think i’ll be fine-” Mrs Yang hummed as she cut him off “I’ll ask Drew and Nevin, they are such sweet kids, Nevin, Drew?” Two teenagers looked up from their phones and at Mrs Yang, One short and one small, One had dark brown hair as the other had black hair. “Would you two be a dear and let Mix sit with you?” you can’t really get upset with Mrs Yang, she was really sweet, she treated all of her students like this, but every high school student loved her. The black hair kid spoke, “yeah sure” as he patted a seat right next to him. Mix’s face was red in embarrassment, “You’ll get used to it, she does this to everyone” the smaller boy paused as he looked at Mix, “I remember you, you're that kid that was walking with Barry” He pointed at him. “Oh uh..yeah, I guess so..” He glanced away not knowing what to say, the smaller boy crossed his arms as he spoke again, “Names drew and this is Nevin” Nevin waved. “I’m Mix Crystal or just call me Mix” Drew hummed, “Nice to meet you i guess”

The class began as Mix saw a familiar face, Felix.. He leaned his chin into his hand as he watched Felix sit down next to someone, he didn’t notice he was staring at him. Drew poked Mix, “hey, batter in the Mixing bowl, wake up” Mix looked at Drew, “please never say that again..” Drew rolled his eyes, “you better not be crushing on that Wolfe guy.” Drew scrunched up his face, Mix frowned, “I’m now, i just sit next to him or well sit behind him in Math” Drew facepalms, “I feel bad for you kid” Nevin hummed, “Yeah that's bad luck” Mix raised a brow, “How come?” Drew glanced at Felix then to Mix, “He blew up part of the school, how come he isn't in jail? Someone bailed him out” Mix was basically laughing on the inside, wow, that's something that he did not need to know or hear. “Right..”

Bell rang as he walked out of the classroom, “Hey” Mix turned around and- oh. It was felix. Felix placed a hand on his shoulder as he smiled at him, “Can I see your schedule?” Mix handed his schedule, he really wanted to hit him. Felix glanced at his schedule, his smile turning into a smirk. “Looks like we all have the same class together” Mix glanced around if nobody was watching or any cameras, none. He was about to swing a punch but Barry came in and dragged Mix away.

“Sorry for being late” Barry glanced at Felix as he snatched Mix’s schedule back. they both glared at each other and scowled, they looked like hungry animals out for blood.

“Let's get you out of here Mix..” Barry said while placing his hand on Mix’s back. Mix glanced at his hand, which had a sticky note on it and had words written on it.

Meet me under the bleachers during lunch -Felix Wolfe

Huh.. this was going to be a very interesting school year..

THIS AU DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!! THE AU BELONGS TO @artyboidoesstuff !!

ALSO FEEL FREE TO SEND SOME ASKS!!

#ibvs #ibvs au #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #DJVS #mix crystal #drew jovel #nevin jovel #barry price #edward quinton #chris jackson #ibvs shenanigans

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morfanerina · 1 year

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Haunted

Chapter 16 - wherein everyone gets bruised

AO3

Happy Halloween everybody!

Raph grunted worriedly as they finally got their first reading, twenty minutes in, near a more abandoned section of New York. A few warehouses were around, as well as several abandoned, half constructed buildings with many places to hide in.

It was also a dangerous gang filled zone.

Don wrote something in his wrist brace and Shelldon flashed again, the lights going from the orangeish colour to a light blue, to a magenta in quick succession. Draxum looked curiously at the invention as it scanned the area again.

"Ectoplasmic sighting unsuccessful." The robot said, weirdly flat for his usual exuberant personality, and Donnie scowled, hitting some more keys "Changing spectrum…"

"Ectoplasm?" Mikey asked, amused despite the situation "Did you watch ghostbusters?"

"I don't exactly have many references on the spiritual field of knowledge, Angelo. If the name fits…" Donnie then made a clicking sound of satisfaction as he watched something in his wrist brace flash.

Shelldon beeped "Got an unknown mystic spectrum reading around the area dudes. Small traces can be observed and followed! They do seem to have a rapid decline though."

With this, they hurriedly followed the robot as he carefully analyzed the space for those mystic traces, as well as the presence of other people. There was a moment in front of a small, closed warehouse that he stopped.

“Looks like ‘Nardo stayed here for a while, accumulation of mystic residue is higher than in surrounding area.” Don said, reading off his wrist brace.

“So he’s here?” Raph asked, already going to open the door when Shelldon beeped and denied it.

“He’s gone already dude. Though he’s probably not far,” the AI added.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get Leo!” Mikey bounced, grabbing Raph’s hand and tugging at it.

Draxum hummed “I would like to verify something here first. Go on ahead.” He slipped inside, closing the door immediately behind him.

The brothers’ looked at each other. Raph, suspicious, shooed his younger brothers in Leo’s direction “I’m going to check what Barry over there is so interested on,” he explained “You guys go get Leon. I’ll follow the GPS to your coordinates.” With the other two running to catch up to Leo, Raph turned away and opened the door again, startling when after two steps in Draxum warned him to “mind your step”.

There was a smell that made him nervous, one he was faintly familiar with but couldn’t quite identify. Eventually, as he walked further into the shadows, he wondered what the Yokai was doing in the dark before a quick flash of a photograph blinded him for a second. In the after images he saw shapes on the ground and his stomach clenched, as his mind finally clicked on what the coppery smell was.

“What-“

“I fear,” Draxum interrupted, almost hesitantly “your brother may be in bigger trouble than we thought.” The Yokai turned on his phone’s flashlight, showing the scene Raph had almost stumbled in.

“… did Leo do this?” Raph asked.

The silence was heavy between the two.

Draxum pursed his lips before finally answering vaguely “There are traces of an entity at least.” He picked something from his robe and leaned down. The flashlight’s beam was turned to him, blinding him, so Raph couldn’t tell what the other was doing but soon enough, the Yokai was slipping the object inside the robe again and walked to him, motioning for them to walk out of the warehouse “Where are your brothers, Raphael?”

“They went to find Leo,” he answered and got alarmed as the other narrowed his eyes, speeding up.

“… We must hurry,” Draxum said.

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Shelldon wasn’t completely right when he said Leo must have been close. It took an twenty minutes until they finally caught up to their brother, and it was mostly because he had stopped in the middle of an empty crossroad, the flickering lights of the lampposts creating an ominous image that stopped even Mikey from jumping to hug Leo.

Donatello narrowed his eyes suspiciously when at Mikey’s call the other didn’t react.

“Temperature surrounding Leonardo dropping at dangerous levels,” Shelldon said, once again with a flatness unusual in him.

“Bro? It’s us!” Mikey called again, hesitating in approaching.

This time, their brother turned, jerkily, the odashi’s tip scratching the asphalt. The shadows seemed to converge on Leon’s body and one of the lamppost’s light burst, making it harder to see his body. The odashi’s blade reflected what little light passed through.

The feeling of danger started to cling to the air, anger cloying the area the longer they continued staring. Donnie noticed Mikey reluctantly taking out his kusari-fundo, probably feeling the same as he did. Making sure to keep his attention to the unnaturally still and silent Leonardo in front of them, he carefully took out his own weapon, moving into a defensive stance as the atmosphere around started to turn from anger to murderous intent, something he had only truly felt once before.

“Shelldon,” he said, voice clipped and stable, pretending he wasn’t starting to sweat from his nerves, that his fight or flight instinct wasn’t being activated against his own brother. His breath was starting to be seen in what little light was left and he realized the temperature had dropped “Keep back, but give us some light. We need to see.”

“On it, boss.” Donnie heard his drone move farther away and then there was light and he could see red against green a second before he had to move his bo, more instinct than rationalization, stopping the odashi from cutting his head from his shoulders.

Mikey’s cry of alarm was superimposed by the deafening clang of the metallic weapons and Donnie grunted as his brother (except it’s not his Nardo is it? He would never attack like this, not if he was in control.) forced him to the side, with strength more reminiscent with Raph’s than his typical, lighter, but calculated, strikes. Before he could fall from his imbalanced stance due to the brute force he hadn’t expected, Mikey’s kusari-fundo made Leo’s body flinch back, disengaging the slider from the fight but also preventing the weapon from tangling in his form, trapping him. Instead of moving in jerks as Donnie had thought after seeing him originally turn, the slider seemed to dance away, creating distance and allowing the softshell to take a breath and access the situation better. Mikey made a strangled whine and it didn’t take a genius like Donnie to know why: the red he had glanced was splattered haphazardly like paint, yet not covering the concerning amount of bruises he had somehow gained in the last two hours.

The slider cocked his head to the side, as if he was curious about them. The eyes were shadowed by the mask.

Mikey must have gotten tired of waiting, impulsively attacking the slider by trying to entangle him again.

He did not succeed in anything but start a fight, one where somehow the slider managed to stand against both brothers.

Don’s analytical mind was taking all in, even as he barely managed to react fast enough to dodge a strike that could have taken his left hand off. He wondered why the other did not use the portals like Leo usually did. Mikey received a kick to his chest as he tried to jump on the slider, thrown against the wall with painful force but leaving an opening to Donnie, who tried to jab the out of balance turtle with his bo, hoping to make him drop the sword or just taze him. Instead, the slider fell back like he was in a luau and with a breakdancing move that twisted his body in a way Don knew would hurt his back due to the strain against his natural shell, kicked the soft shell’s right hand with bruising force, making him drop his weapon with a pained yell. With unnatural speed, the slider got up, odashi in hand, and advanced against him, His battle shell’s claws managed to stop the blade from cutting at his plastron but the loss of weight from having them cut imbalanced him again and Donnie fell to the ground on his back. Not even thinking, he moved his head quickly to the left and the blade missed enough to not harm him.

Wide eyed, Don stared as his brother suddenly lowered himself, putting all his weight on the odashi. Dark eyes stared unemotionally at him, the whites still mostly red, and no familiar light twinkled from his so called twin’s eyes. A sneer painted the other’s beak though Donnie could see the slider’s rapid breaths.

“Nardo…” he couldn’t help but whisper. His reward was the sneer growing and the grip on the sword shifting, ready to use the blade to eliminate him.

There was a pause and the sneer dropped, eyes narrowing as his arms shook but didn’t move.

That was all Mikey needed.

The kusari-fundo’s chain finally went around the slider’s body and the smaller turtle threw him onto another wall, wincing at the sound of shell against cement, regardless that he suffered the same moments before.

“You ok, Dee?” Mikey asked, adjusting his grip on the weapon.

“Yeah…” he answered breathlessly, repeating louder once he could catch his breath. Shelldon hovered nearby, closer than he should, his programming conflicted by needing to keep away but wanting to protect the turtles. Too bad the attacking enemy was one of his targets to protect.

Unfortunately, this made it so that the light focused more on Donnie and not the slider, so Mikey was taken by surprise when he was suddenly tugged into the dark shadows, yelping. He loosened his hold on the weapon and stumbled back, just in time to not get hit by the odashi. The chain fell to the ground as the slider walked into the light again.

“This is not working. Where’s Raph and Draxum?” Don asked Shelldon, picking up his bo again, cursing as it beeped, warning of low battery. He had barely used it but similar to their phone’s in the lair, the battery seemed to have been drained. He managed to hit the slider’s leg, just above his ankle, before he tried to stab Mikey again, but the other barely stumbled what was surely a painful bruise.

Shelldon didn’t need to answer as, in the dramatic tradition of Lou Jitsu movies, said people appeared. Vines popped from the asphalt trying to capture the slider, who immediately jumped away from them, as if sensing them. Raph dropped from the low roof of one of the buildings, attempting to grab him, but the slippery turtle danced away again, this time not managing to hide into the shadows again as Shelldon learned from his mistake. He stopped at one of the corners of the buildings, stopping to observe them all, stance apparently open and vulnerable.

“You called, Donnie?” Raph quipped, feeling awkward in the silence that followed. None answered him, though Mikey did give a quick sympathetic smile as he gathered his mystic weapon wearily. Don huffed and backed away closer to where the Yokai stopped, consequently making a curved line with his brothers, each covering one of the crossroads road, Raph closest to the slider.

Draxum’s camera flashed, startling them, though the slider just stayed unmoving, staring at them, not even acknowledging the robot drone probably blinding him with the high focus light. The lampposts around had popped, the temperature was still lower than supposed to in this time of year, but at least the other couldn’t use the shadows to hide as long as Shelldon focused on him.

“… damn,” the yokai cursed, almost a shout in the eery silence. As if the other took it as a sign, the slider turned and ran from them with a burst of speed that should not be possible in his state. Mikey and Raph yelled and pursued immediately.

He waited for Draxum to move, glaring at him for an answer.

“… How injured is Leonardo?”

“He should not be able to move, especially like that.”

“… We have to hurry. Leonardo’s body will not be able to handle much more at this point.”

Donatello said nothing, just started running in the direction of light and yelling. He arrived at the battle scene on another crossroad just in time to see Mikey, once again being thrown at a wall, though this time Raph managed to catch him.

So Raph’s shell hit the wall.

Donnie hoped that Leo’s muscles weren’t getting as injured as he suspected. In no way did Leonardo have usually enough strength for that. Before he could join the fray, he saw the slider move the sword in a familiar way and his heart dropped as he realized the other was going to portal away and he can’t, they won’t find him again, not soon enough, he has to stop him-

The odashi flickered, the blue light flashed, but the portal fizzled just as the slider jerked his arm wrong, cutting off the portal before it truly began. A snarl came from the turtle, the first sound he has heard in all the time they were fighting, and the slider turned to run again. Afraid of losing him, Donnie yelled:

“Shelldon capture him! Non-lethally!”

With the order of action, the drone finally got closer, in possible battery draining radius. He threw a net but the slider dodged and, before the robot could escape, the slider threw the odashi, spearing the poor drone on the side.

“No!” Donnie screamed, activating the battle shell to grab his precious AI before he hit the ground. He quickly took off the odashi and looked around, heart stopping as Leo disappeared from sight in his distraction, instead of staying and try to fight for his sword. Luckily, Mikey had managed to see and pointed out where Leo had gone, running again and quickly followed by their big brother.

Shaking his head, trying to force himself into not panicking or having a meltdown, he quickly assessed the drone with the lantern installed on the shell and sighed in relief when he saw the damage had actually been minimal, it had hit one of the fans and nothing else. Gathering both, stashing Shelldon in his appropriate space in the battle shell (hushing the drone’s apologies) he quickly ran in the direction of the yelling.

“How did we lose him?!” Raph bellowed, panic stench freely flowing from him.

“I dunno, but he came here!” Mikey whined, looking around the alley.

Donnie looked around too, keeping the lantern from his battle shell on, and noticed the dumpster and a grid on the wall, reaching to the top. Normally it would be almost impossible for Leo to make the jump without a boost, but his body has obviously had its normal biological limitations cut “He’s on the roof,” he deduced, just as Draxum arrived at the scene.

With the vines, they easily got on the roof of the building, not needing to scale it, and they quickly noticed their missing brother right at the edge of a roof, three buildings away. He gripped the odashi tighter and accompanied his brothers to try to capture the other again, though he took note how Draxum went back to the street level.

Due to the rotting state of the building, the roof they all stopped at was actually only half, the rest rotted away from the humidity and lack of maintenance. Fighting on it risked them all falling four stories down.

“Leo!” Raph yelled. The slider turned sideways, looking at them blankly for several moments before turning his attention around. There were no more buildings with roofs on that side, trapping the turtle with them, on opposite sides of the roof.

The slider turned fully then, shell to the edge.

They were in a standoff, none of the brothers knowing what to say to the entity occupying their brother.

“… Why are you doing this?” Mikey ventured “Why possess Leo?”

The slider cocked his head to the side but stayed silent. His attention slipped from Mikey to Don, noticing the odashi.

There was no emoting, not like before.

“Well?” there was an angry undercurrent in Raph’s voice, one the brothers rarely see these days “Why don’t you answer us?” he took one step forward, tense and ready to brawl again, as if punching would take the entity away from Leo’s body. Don grabbed his arm, squeezing in a silent warning. The genius turtle wasn’t sure if the other had truly noticed Leo’s injuries, but another fight should be avoided.

“You could just release Leo you know?” Mikey said, pleadingly “Just- just give him back?!”

The slider straightened at that and the brothers held their breath as the other smiled mischievously. With a croaking voice that must have hurt his throat, the slider simply said “Very well.”

And then Leo grunted in pain, blinking his eyes several times, and Donatello recognized their mistake half a second before the leg he had hit with his bo finally buckled as the muscle spasmed, sending the turtle backwards. And off the roof.

None of them would reach him in time, Donnie knew it, but it didn’t stop him from doing the same as his brothers, yelling his twin’s name and trying to reach the edge, as if they could throw themselves off of it and save him in the seconds they had to act.

Instead of seeing a turtle splatter, he saw a vine lowering the struggling slider to Draxum, who the moment he could, put something around his neck, something that made the turtle start to have a fit, convulsing.

Raph suddenly picked him and Mikey and just jumped off, red mystic aura protecting them all from the worst of the fall.

Immediately after landing, Raph was demanding explanations, voice shaking but still strong.

“I have the spirit under” Draxum got kicked in the stomach unexpectedly “temporarily, under control.”

“He’s having a SEIZURE,” Mikey screeched.

“The spirit is fighting the amulet,” he explained, gritting his teeth. The vine suddenly wrinkled and Leo dropped, the lights surrounding them, including the battle shell’s own, flickered. The temperature dropped and he could see his breath again “We have to get him to your lair. Fast.”

Donnie remembered the odashi and threw it to the Yokai, who luckily did seem to know what he was doing as he quickly slashed a portal.

They fell into the familiar sight of the living room and Draxum, with speed they hadn’t seen in quite a while, grabbed the slider and turned around.

“Here!” April yelled, and Donnie turned and saw a bathtub they definitely did not own just a few feet from the couch, April and Splinter next to it.

The yokai ran and dropped his burden on the filled tub, the liquid inside splashing all over him, April and Dad.

Donatello never again wanted to hear his brother shriek like that, as if he was being dropped in a vat full of acid instead of water.

Never. Again.

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lec743 · 2 years

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Leo and Tina’s Musical Prowess

So there’s a favorite head cannon (or cannon, I’m too lazy to actually look it up) that Leo knows how to play the guitar. Tina knows how to play guitar too, but not as well as she would like, and I imagine that the girl would take the opportunity to ask for his help after she learns about this bit of information about him.

This is how I imagine that scenario.

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(Tina walks up to Barry’s studio apartment and she immediately hears someone strumming the melody to Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran)

(After opening the door Tina sees Leo, who was leaning against the back of the couch, playing on said guitar)

(The turtle boys all give Tina a choir of hellos as Leo’s three brothers are playing a video game on the couch)

S: (yelling from the kitchenette) We’re playing checkers, if you want to join us Tina! I promise I won’t beat you that badly at it!

B: (yelling) Don’t listen to him! He’s on a losing streak and he’s being a sore loser.

S: Am not! You overgrown neon Furry!

(Tina ignored Barry and Splinter’s bickering, after giving Mikey his mandatory hug, she approached Leo)

T: You know how to play the guitar!

L: Yah! Chicks love a man who can play the guitar.

T: (quarks an eyebrow at him) People in general love music so, dudes love a man who can play the guitar too.

L: (stops playing his guitar) Well. I mean. You’re not wrong. But that wasn’t what I was implying.

T: (waving away that part of the conversation) Regardless, do you think you could teach me?

L: You want to learn? From me? I don’t know.

T: If it’s about money, I’ll pay you.

L: (laughs) Nah. It’s fine. Just buy me some pizza and we’ll call it even. How much do you know about the guitar anyway.

(Tina motions for the guitar. He give it to her and Tina starts playing Old McDonald, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and then Mary Had a Little Lamb)

L: Oh! Heeeey! That’s not bad.

T: But they’re only kiddy songs. You were playing a full blown pop song melody. I want to do that, but I’m like, having a mental blockage of some kind.

L: Then yah. I’ll totally help you out.

T: Thanks man.

(The next day after school, Tina and Leo sit outside Run of the Mill Pizza with a large pizza sitting between them. Leo’s devouring it and every time Leo offers her a slice she politely refuses.)

(Tina brought her own guitar with her, so she and Leo wouldn’t have to share as he teaches her)

(After eating half of the large pie and wiping his hands off some napkins he picked up his guitar and started explaining)

L: So let me show you how to play the song I just learned, since I have it fresh in my mind. First Place your fingers like s---

(Leo and Tina both freeze as they look up from their hands at each other, then they looked back down at each others hands. The turtle and the human both forgot that they have different numbered digits)

T: (covers her face in frustration) God we’re so stupid.

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tickle-beans · 3 days

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Barry's feet propelled him forward, he opened his eyes and looked around him. The Speed force was bright and caked in yellow. Lightning swirled around him, electrifying and encasing. He smirked, feeling the familiar tickle of the lightning around him and only increased in speed, going well beyond the speed of light and reality, and began to see shapes around him which formed into silhouettes of his friends stretching for infinite miles.

"I'm real when it's useful."

"On my world it means hope."

"I don't think you've ever known a woman like me."

"I'm not broken, and I'm not alone."

"It's not who I am underneath but what I do that defines me."

"Fear is a tool."

"Your kid was one of them, Dad, one of the best of the best."

Barry turned to look in front of him and what he saw was something he had hoped to never see again as long as he lived. A yellow figure with glowing red eyes ran straight at him, punching him square in the jaw and sending yellow lightning coursing through Barry's entire body, knocking him into the speedforce. Around him he saw more shapes and faces as he descended lower and lower.

"I cherish peace with all my heart, I don't care how many men, women and children I have to kill to get it."

“So, you have the blood of the Old Gods in you. The Old Gods died.”

“...I will rebuild Krypton atop his bones.”

Barry yelled as he fell deeper and deeper into the depths of the speed force.

“I’m Not A Monster. I’m Just Ahead Of The Curve.”

"If You Are Justice, Please Do Not Lie. What Is The Price For Your Blind Eye?"

"You can’t stop me, Flash. And you never will."

Barry grunted and hit the cement hard, trying to regain his footing. He looked up at the yellow portal, and it closed leaving him deserted in... this place.

He noticed something familiar about it, the street lamps and the cars…

He was in his childhood neighborhood.

Barry walked up to his porch and opened the front door to his old house, the memories flooded back to him all in an instant. His father chased him around the table, and his mother...

He shook his head and flopped onto his couch sighing, and passing out, it had been a long day and he needed to rest.

———

Red lightning flooded his dreams. In the midst of the chaos he saw the yellow outline and glowing red eyes. They looked familiar.

Something dark was at work.

———

The scream startled him upright, before him a sight he thought he would never lay his eyes upon again.

Nora Allen stood with her hands over her mouth.

“You aren’t supposed to be home from college until tomorrow Barry.” She hugged him and he smelled the scent of roses from his childhood.

“Mom?” He felt tears well and he gripped her tight.

Barry didn’t know how he was just happy she was alive.

“My monkey, it’s good to see you.”

“Yeah.. you too Mom.” Barry wiped his tears and felt a strange feeling.

———

Stargirl looked around the rooftop of Wayne Tower.

“Do you see him?” She asked.

“Nothing,” Wildcat replied.

Stargirl sighed and looked at the edge of Wayne Tower’s roof, something caught her eye. A purple and green flower lay on the roof’s edge peacefully.

“Come take a look at this,” she waved over Wildcat.

The two heroes leaned in closer and Stargirl turned the flower over revealing a small note.

Have a laugh, it’s the least you can do!

Stargirl gasped but before she could toss away the flower it dispersed a massive cloud of green smoke. The smoke filled both their lungs and they felt a tingle inside their bodies. They looked at eachother and involuntarily both smiled bursting into laughter and squealing as they felt their entire bodies flooded with tickling sensations.

The two women screamed with laughter thrashing on the ground, tears flooded from their eyes as they suffocated from the immense tickle flooding the nerves.

The green smoke caught flame and exploded atop Wayne Tower, setting the building ablaze.

———

Barry cackled as his mother’s fingers pressed into his side.

“MOHOM STAHAAP!”

“I see my monkey is just as ticklish as ever!” Nora smiled.

The T.V. 's channel changed from the regular coverage about a growing conflict in Europe to a breaking news story. His mother looked up from her squealing son and furrowed her brow reaching for the remote and turning on the volume.

“Breaking news this evening, I’m Lois Lane reporting live from under Wayne Tower where it looks like an explosion has taken place and- Lois looked up as the building crumbled beginning to fall, everyone screamed running to get away from the debris.

Barry stood and looked at his mother.

“I don’t know what’s happening but I have to fix this somehow.” He kissed his mother’s cheek and put on his flash ring in his pocket.

“Barry? What are you talking about?” His mother tried to hold his shoulder but he shrugged her off.

“It’s my duty as a member of The Justice League,” Barry attempted to take off running but he found himself on the floor hurt.

“Are you okay?” Nora helped him up.

“Where are my powers?” He grumbled looking himself over.”

“Barry you aren’t making any sense!”

“I can’t explain right now mom the Justice League needs me,” Barry looked at his ring but frowned seeing something off about it. He clicked it and it began to open.

“What’s the Justice League?” His mother asked and Barry turned to her frowning. The ring burst open and Barry expected to see his red suit inside but that wasn’t the case.

On the floor of the Allen home a yellow and red inverted suit of The Flash lay motionless.

No inverted wasn’t the right word, it’s more like…

“Reversed…” Barry said aloud then looked to his mother.

He saw a vision of the yellow and red figure behind his mother and blood sprayed his face as a vibrating hand passed through Nora Allen’s chest.

Barry screamed, bolting upright once more.

“You’re alright Monkey,” his mother held him.

“You passed out, but you’re okay.” She smiled.

Barry shot up grabbing the suit and stuffing it into a bag.

“Mom I have to go, I don’t know when I will come back but there’s something I have to figure out.” He hugged her tight.

She sighed, obviously annoyed he was leaving but loved him too much to say no so she hugged him and kissed his cheek.

“Be safe Monkey, and remember not to worry so much. It’s okay to have something be out of your control.” Nora Allen let go and Barry nodded to her throwing his pack over his shoulder, he headed out the door.

After taking a cab to the subway Barry made his way under to the ticket booth.

“Destination?” The teller asked glumly.

“Gotham City,” Barry smiled while taking the ticket.

———

The stench of alcohol was present on Batman's breath, the thug underneath his boot screamed and pleaded with him to stop but he didn't care.

"Mercy please!" Cried The Thug.

The boot stamped into the thug's head, blood spilling onto the sidewalk and ending his life, Batman walked away leaving the body to the Gotham rats.

The Caped Crusader begrudgingly made his way to the small entrance beneath the hill of all but abandoned Wayne Manor.

Bats circled above him and he grimaced beginning taking off the cowl but stopped. The slightest of a noise behind him caused his reflexes to kick into place and he aimed the shotgun mounted on his hip at the intruder.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" He demanded.

"I'm glad you seem to be... somewhat normal." The stranger held up his hands.

"I don't ask twice," Batman cocked the shotgun.

"Barry Allen, you may or may not know who I am, but I know you never turn your back on helping your own people." The man named Barry took a cautious step closer.

"Someone blew up your tower and you aren't curious as to why?"

"That hasn't been my company for years, that's no longer who I am." He was annoyed and wanted this "Barry Allen" to leave so he could get drunk in peace.

"That's not true, I know you still care for this city Bruce." The name made him boil and Batman lurched forward grabbing Barry around the neck.

"Bruce?" He snarled.

"Bruce Wayne has been dead for over 20 years." Batman began to remove his cowl revealing the sweat clad hair and 5 o'clock shadow.

"You're not Bruce... you're his father." Barry's eyes widened.

"If you give me a chance I can explain everything."

Thomas Wayne narrowed his eyes and set down the shotgun, taking a flash of Whiskey and downing it in a few gulps.

He set it back down and turned back to Barry who was waiting for an answer.

"Talk," Thomas grunted.

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"Проснись, инопланетная мразь!" The rough voice yelled into the intercom.

She opened her eyes and felt the pain around her. Masked workers entered her chamber and opened a box taking out something with a pair of metal forceps.

The stone radiated darkness and was a shade of something unknown to her. It made her feel funny and she smiled uncontrollably as they brought it closer.

"N-no please not again!"

The worker pressed the stone into her belly and she screeched and laughed wildly, throwing her head back hoping someday this nightmare would end and they would kill her. But for now she stared up at her chained wrists, laughing and screaming as the kryptonite with no color tickled her mercilessly.

———

"My son is alive in your world?" Thomas finally asked after Barry was through explaining.

Barry nodded.

Thomas Wayne was speechless and felt an enormous weight on his chest begin to lift.

"I already know who committed the bombing of Wayne Tower, which is why I'm not investigating."

Barry raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"That night it wasn't how it happened in your timeline, Bruce didn't survive..." He stopped for a moment as if trying to force himself to relive the nightmare.

"We both survived, me and Martha," Thomas put his head in his hands and pushed away his grief.

"She couldn't handle it and it drove her insane," Thomas thought back to the tears of his wife and recounted her crouching beside his son's lifeless body. Then he remembered when she started laughing, and laughing smearing his blood on her lips and grinning widely at him.

Barry stared at him and opened his mouth.

"She became The Joker..."

"A name she took from an old vigilante back in the day." He started to walk off back upstairs to the manor.

"You're going to let her get away with it?" But deep-down Barry knew why he wouldn't go after her. He chased after him, trying to convince him of an alternative.

"Can you at least let me use your stuff to try to find someone who can help me?"

Thomas sighed and nodded passing Barry.

Barry looked back at the large Bat-computer, he sat down and got to work. Without super speed he read through all the pages in real time, it was also the first time in a while he began to feel tired, eventually he fell asleep at the desk.

———

His old house was a mess of lightning with his mother in the middle, his younger self screaming and the yellow figure's hand plunging through the chest of Nora Allen.

He screamed, falling to his knees.

———

Thomas looked at the old photo of him and what used to be his wife and son letting tears fall.

He got out a pen and began to write.

———

Barry once again bolted upright and sighed, rubbing his eyes. He saw a file and a cup of coffee. Along with a note that read:

You're Welcome

-T.W.

Barry looked at the file labeled:

Проект Т.К.

He sipped the coffee and began reading.

———

Barry found Thomas upstairs cleaning one of his guns.

"What's the plan for you then?" Thomas asked.

"There is something keeping me from using my powers and going home and I have to figure out what it is," He set the file down and opened it to a location of a base in the arctic.

"We need to figure out how to find Superman."

"We?" Thomas asked.

"If you don't help me I can't get back and save my team including your son." Barry pointed to the base asserting his point.

"The answer is somehow here I know it."

Thomas sighed, clicked together his shotgun and cocked it.

"I guess I'm taking you to the arctic."

———

“Where are you kiddo?” Henry Allen playfully called roaming the halls. From within the closet, his son Barry giggled and slowly opened the door to find another hiding spot.

He crept away but as he did, he found himself scooped up by his father.

“Oh no you don’t!” His father slung the child over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“We got a runner!” Henry called to Nora tickling his sons sides.

“DAHAAD STOP!” Barry yelped, squirming.

“No way, kiddo. You’re just too adorable.” Henry tossed Barry onto the couch, attacking his belly. He squealed and cackled, squirming underneath his father.

“Alright, you two.” Nora called entering from the kitchen.

“Dinner time?” Barry asked excitedly.

“Just about. Why don’t you go wash up?" Nora patted her son on the head and Barry ran off to go wash his hands.

As he dried them on the towel, a loud scream erupted from the other room. Barry ran out into his living room, but what he saw horrified him to his core.

Nora was surrounded by yellow and red lightning. Henry lay out cold on the floor. Barry didn’t know what was happening.

“Mom!” Barry yelled through the streaks.

An explosion knocked both of them back as the lightning stopped. Above Nora stood a yellow figure with red glowing eyes, and it seemed as if his entire body vibrated.

The figure looked at him then grabbed his mother by the neck and held her in front of him.

“Feel the pain of what I take from you today, throughout all time.” A grizzled deep voice emanated from the figure and before Barry could say anything the hand of the figure crushed through Nora’s chest spraying Barry with blood.

“You can never defeat me, Flash.” The figure turned into a streak of lightning and his mother lay dead on the floor.

“Mom…" Barry crawled over to his mother's side.

“Barry…" his mother choked through blood.

———

“...Barry.” He felt a sharp punch to the shoulder startling him awake.

“What?” Barry grimaced then looked out the window of the rusty Batwing in amazement.

Arctic snow stretched vast miles, and on the horizon an enormous structure of black metal lay.

“You have a parachute in your seat. Pull the lever on my signal,” Batman called from the front.

“What about you?” Barry asked. Batman only smiled.

The floor beneath the batwing opened and the cold hit Barry like a pipe. Batman dropped from his seat and Barry reluctantly did the same. It was difficult for him to breathe with the arctic air and he pulled on the strap to his parachute.

The chute opened, and Barry felt himself propelled upwards and slowed down. Beside him, a giant bat-shaped man glided with him towards the ground below.

Barry dropped onto the ground, Batman struck a landing beside him that Barry had seen his Batman do several times.

He smiled.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Barry shook his head and the two hiked towards the facility in the distance.

By the time they reached the outer wall, Barry was freezing. Batman pulled out his grapple hook and shot it up onto the wall.

“What about me?” Barry asked.

Batman grabbed him and before Barry could protest they were traveling high off the ground and Barry had to keep from yelling.

“You throw up on the suit, I’m dropping you." Batman teased. Barry nodded.

The two climbed up onto the rim of the outer wall and looked at the sight below them.

“What the hell is that?” Batman asked.

A massive round ball lay at the center of the grounds. Guards patrolled the area around it.

“So how do we take them out?” Barry looked over but saw Batman was gone.

“Great,” Barry made his way down the stairs but was stopped by one of the guards.

“Остановка! Предупреждение о вторжении!” Yelled the guard.

Barry eye’s widened as he saw a black figure lower fro

The ceiling behind him and dragged him up into the shadows.

“Yep, that is pretty terrifying,” Barry remarked, continuing to run down the stairs.

By the time Barry made his way to the round object in the center most of the guards lay unconscious around him.

Batman dropped beside him startling Barry.

“God, you’re worse than Bruce.” Barry mumbled, cranking open the door to the object.

Inside a red glowing light radiated. An extremely skinny girl with short dark hair was chained to the ceiling.

“This isn’t Clarke,” Barry scrambled to get her down with the help of Batman.

“What did they do to you?” He looked her in the eyes and picked her up. The alarm sounded as guards poured in holding their guns up to the three.

As they were about to fire Batman stepped in front, the bullets ricocheted against his caped and helmet hitting the guards and knocking them down.

“Lets go,” Batman took off followed by Barry running up the stairs. Batman quickly grappled up to the rim of the roof, where the sun peeked above the horizon. Several guards stood with their guns trained on them.

Barry and the woman were knocked to the ground and held at gunpoint.

“No wait!” Barry pleaded.

The woman’s hand twitched a bit.

“Batman what do we do?” Barry yelled.

“We do what we can.” He looked up and pointed to the floating Kryptonian woman, she crashed against the ground punching one guard into a wall and sending another flying into the group of them. Bullets rained against her but had no effect. Batman seized the opportunity catching the rest of the guards by surprise from behind and making quick use of them.

The woman breathed heavily as she floated back to the ground looking at Barry. She fell over into the snow.

“Get her into the Batwing,” Batman called to Barry.

———

“Order in the court,” the gavel banged and the room quieted.

Barry sat behind his dad and took his hand looking him in the eyes.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?” The judge asked.

“We have your honor,” the foreman rose up and took out a paper reading it to the room.

“We, the jury, find the defendant Henry Allen guilty of murder,” the foreman's words struck Barry and he gripped his dad’s hand tighter.”

Police grabbed Henry and started to take him away but Barry held on.

“Dad, no!” Barry cried.

“Son, let go, it'll be okay.” Henry smiled.

———

The winds howled against the windows and Barry stared at the sky below him.

“You okay?” Batman asked.

“Why was she there and not Superman,” Barry asked, gesturing to the sleeping woman beside him.

“Hard to say, but you can’t answer my question with a question,” Batman countered.

Barry sighed.

“I need to figure out how to get my powers back, so I can go home.”

“Your powers were by accident.”

“Then we recreate the accident.”

Batman shook his head.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

Barry turned back to the window.

“It has to work.”

———

“You’re going to want to see this,” called a scientist.

Arthur Curry walked over to the panel observing the readings of Captain Atom.

“Off the charts,” He smirked.

“A weapon like this…” the scientist began

“Could win the war.” Arthur turned to the window and looked down below.

Nathaiel Adam screamed as cords overpowered him to the point of no return.

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Written by @tickle-beans and @trrickytickle

Edited by @trrickytickle

FLASHPOINT: PART 2

COMING SUMMER 2025

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rabbitcruiser · 11 months

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Brother’s Day

Get in touch with your brother or brothers and spend some quality time together, in-person or virtually. Plan a day out, have some beers, or go to a movie.

Oh brother! Have you got a boy sibling that drives you a bit crazy, but you love to bits anyway? Brother’s Day exists to celebrate that weird bond!

The bond between siblings is naturally very strong. Growing up together, getting into trouble, playing games together, the competitiveness between you. Perhaps you have just one brother, perhaps you have lots – today, it’s time to reflect on the ways in which your sibling has enriched your life.

Brothers might not be as inclined as sisters when it comes down to hugging, sending flowers, or even remember about celebrations altogether. How many birthdays have you remembered at the last minute and had to arrange an on-the-spot gift?

Of course, this does not mean that you value less the people around you. However, you can save yourself from embarrassment by just adding a quick tick to your calendar. This trick might even make you look amazing when you remember about Brother’s Day before your forgetful siblings!

History of Brother’s Day

Brother’s Day celebrates the family – specifically, brothers. Celebrated on the 24th of May, it’s a great day to let your brother know how much he means to you.

The bond between brothers is so strong and such a significant part of many people’s lives that it has inspired hundreds of books, films, paintings, poetry, and plays.

How many famous brothers can you think of? What about the Brother’s Grimm, famous for their stories? Or the Wright brothers, who pioneered the first airplanes?

Liam and Noel Gallagher of Oasis are brothers. Barry, Robin, and Maurice Gibb made up the Bee Gees. The Jackson 5 were all brothers – can you name any more?

There’s no doubt that sometimes brothers don’t get the fame and fortune that the above do – but this day is about making sure that your brother knows that you still think the world of him, even if you don’t always get along!

How to celebrate Brother’s Day

This is simple – it’s time to get in touch with your brother or brothers and spend some time with them!

Have a few brothers? Get together and go for a quick pint at the pub, or go catch a film together. Just the one brother? Give him a call and catch up, or pay each other a visit. Or maybe just irritate him a bit by texting him lots of GIFs, whichever you feel like.

If it’s been a long time since you have seen your brother, perhaps it’s time to get back in touch. This is the perfect day to do so. There could be lots of things that you’ve missed!

Make sure you use the hashtag #brothersday when you talk about the day on social media, and maybe you can share some of the stories you have about your brother growing up just to embarrass him!

Ideas for Brother’s Day celebrations

Is your spouse tired of you asking whether they can sort out a gift for your family? Here are some ideas to celebrate your male siblings in grand style (and without having to resort to the brilliant ideas of your spouse!)

Let’s be real: your brother might not appreciate a pink, heart-shaped card as much as your younger sisters. Instead, a gift card for his favorite videogames’ store might do the trick. Mind – do so at your own peril! Your sister-in-law might not be too happy about him spending his day playing Xbox. Yet, that will make you gain points!

Siblings’ trivia is always in the cards! If you have organized a family gathering, spice it up with some questions about your youth! You can find fun cheat sheets on the internet if you are not up for spending hours coming up with the questionnaire. Involve the parents for an even more entertaining evening!

Have you remembered about this event too late? Invite your brother out for dinner – or a pint! We all live such busy lives that we tend to forget to take a minute out of days to catch up with the people close to us.

If your sibling has forgotten Brother’s Day (and it will probably happen), a calendar or planner might be useful! It can help him keep his meetings and appointments in check while not forgetting to celebrate his brothers.

In the past years, you and your brothers might have moved into separate locations and meet up only during main family gatherings. However, this is the best occasion to strengthen that bond, find out how your brother is doing, and remember past events!

In case neither you or he can spare an evening (hectic lives!), opt for a phone call. Female siblings are better-known to love hours-long chat, while brothers might be content with a bare “what’s up.” However, secretly, they will appreciate a phone call and a chat!

If you are dealing with the most reserved of brothers, send him a bottle of wine or whiskey. Nothing better than a glass to enjoy by yourself while watching your favorite film after a hard day at work. And, they will be thinking of you – guaranteed!

This day is an unmissable occasion to celebrate somebody you consider a brother as well, even if you are not directly related. Moreover, if your sibling is no longer with you, you could use this event to remember the happy time you had spent together with your parents, friends, and other siblings. Whatever you get up to on Brother’s Day, make sure you take some time out for your family.

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noonan’s had been a saving grace time and time again, providing much delicious coffees and an over abundance of sweets over the past few years. on a number of occasions, they should have simply shut down with the amount of food consumed amongst the super friends - namely kara and barry ( when present ) - but it seemed as though much like the times, the cafe was also one to keep up with eminent changes. perhaps it was because they had singlehandedly forked over enough money to keep the business afloat in even the worst of times. thankfully enough, they had opened bright and early, that day, with the smell of fresh brewed java and delectable pastries filling the air. both of which the super had shown up to purchase despite trying her hand at both the night before.

kara danvers ( zor-el, if you will ) was a lot of things, but homemaker was not one of them. sure, she could heat vision a turkey to perfection for thanksgiving dinner, but outside of that, well - the last time she tried to bake a cake the outside burnt but the inside was still gooey. how the hell she managed that one, she’ll never know. none the less, the pumpkin cookies she tried to concoct in lieu of the beginning of spooky season quite literally looked like they should be set up in front of the building as a means of scaring anyone off from trying her cooking. one of these days she’d be proud of something she made, but until then, she’d have to leave it to the professionals and family members who actually knew what the hell they were doing.

zipping on over to one of her favorite spots, a large pumpkin spiced latte with extra cream, extra sugar and extra extra whipped cream was ordered for herself and a flat white sub pumpkin creamer was ordered for her friend - even if lena had always been the type to take her coffee in a more bare bones manner. ‘tis the season, after all! and honestly, she didn’t know how the woman did it. in order to drink it in any which way, kara needed it doctored to the point where it bordered on tasting like a marshmallow because of all of the sweeteners and creams within. why would anyone OPT to drink unflavored bean water? it made absolutely no sense! a cinnamon roll that was about as big as her face and a smaller chocolate croissant was thrown on to her order and paid for before she all but supersped out of the place - uncaring who saw her do so these days. there was a sense of freedom with telling the world the truth.

taking to the sky with a simple jump, kara landed on the balcony with a small thump and immediately honed in on a familiar heart beat. a wide smile broke across her face as she made her way in and held up today’s goodies. “i come bearing gifts.” as though she didn’t usually show up with something in hand for the younger woman. quickly moving to wrap an arm around lena in a welcoming hug, she managed to balance everything in one hand and held on tight to the other until she felt things start to topple. reluctant releasing her friend from her grip, she placed everything down and bounced slightly on her heels. “so, admittedly, i tried to make you a little something last night, so you could start your week off right, that was going to be so stinkin’ cute! however, one thing led to another, and what was going to be little pumpkin shaped cookies wound up looking more like hockey pucks.” she paused. “and i even tried to toss one across the room to see if they could actually be used in the rink.” her lips pursed together before she shook her head. “needless to say there’s a small mark on the wall that i’m not too sure how i’m going to get off of the wall, but it’s in a spot where i can just hang a picture.” rambling. she was rambling just a bit.

sliding the drink and treat over to the other, she cleared her throat and beamed a smile in her direction. “hi, by the way. you look lovely.” an appreciative glance was taken before kara looked away, running her fingers through her hair. her gaze fell to her own outfit with a simple smile. she still wasn’t used to be able to fly about in regular clothing - outside of an actual emergency, that is. there was no way she would be able to live down having a hole burnt into one of her sweaters by her current company.

“i hope today’s been a good day so far, and if not, i’m going to make it my sole mission to help turn it all around from this moment on!” because lena deserved the best of the best. ( @lgbtcorp )

#✗ lgbtcorp | kara x lena #lgbtcorp #{ chapters } k. danvers

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klitzcore · 2 years

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character: alex jones!

prompt: Alex Jones relationship HC's + first kiss!

A/N: AS ALWAYS PLEASE SUGGEST THINGS THRU MY ASKBOX!

The two of you stay inside mostly or go driving, he likes just driving and picking a spot, camping there for the night with you.

You knew him before the incident. And you knew he was one of the sweetest boys in the world. He was quiet, kept to himself. He tried his best.

But then the incident happened, and everyone turned on him. He almost had a meltdown in the police station, and he was really fucking scared when Keller grabbed him in the parking lot.

But when he was able to go home, he found himself restless, he missed you a lot. It'd been a week since he last saw you.

You'd try calling, but no one ever picked up the phone at home.

He'd settled back in at home, the he heard a soft knock on the edge of his door frame. He looked up, and there you stood. You had come back!

He stood up, shuffling to you. You held out your arms to show him that it was okay that he hugged you, that was something you two had to work on. He practically runs over to you, he seals his arms around your torso. You of course did the same for him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight imbrace.

"I missed you a lot this week, Alex." You say into his shoulder, and he would nod to agree.

You stayed there the rest of the day, just laying in his bed and holding eachother in peace. You'd play with his hair and hum tunes that he'd liked.

And then you left to go home. Just as you were going to leave, he'd grabbed his dogs leash and collar. Soon enough, he walked you to your car with his dog.

You'd gone home, and that next morning, you'd gotten a call from Detective Loki that Alex had gone missing, all they found was his dogs collar.

You felt tears start to spill almost immediately after you got the news, you went to the police station demanding to see Loki.

He did see you of course, he pulled you outside so you two could talk.

And you told him what you thought. "Listen, Alex would never run away, and he would never abduct two little girls. I'm his partner, I know him best. He got kidnapped, there's no way he didn't. And I think it might've been Dover who did it. I mean, he did assault Alex in the fucking parking lot!"

Loki agreed with all of your points, he also thought Dover was a suspicious character.

And after awhile, they found him. They found Alex. He wasn't in good shape at all. Holly was in jail now, and Alex was on a respirator.

You were with him as soon as you could be. Apparently, his name was Barry, not Alex at all. You didn't care what his name was, just that he was okay. He was alive.

Through the following month, you stayed with him in the hospital. He actually talked a lot more, and seemed happier. Barry got reunited with his family, but they would just have to get used to you being there. They couldn't separate the two of you. Alex let them know that.

After he went home, you still took care of him. You'd go home, grab some stuff and stayed at his house. You'd ice his lip when he'd bust it open again, and you'd help him with other things.

You and his family also made the choice that Barely needed professional help, all of this had to be affecting him somehow. And surprisingly, Barry was compliment to it.

Through the months, he really improved. You were with him every step of the way. He was learning to weave his way through life and learned things he was never taught.

You two would lay in bed at night and you'd hold him like always.

But tonight was different. He looked up at you, and his eyes softened. And all Barry said was "thank you for... being here. I need to ask you if I can do something." He says.

You nod, giving him the go ahead. "Can I kiss you, please?" He asks, love swirling in his eyes.

After nine months of being together, he was asking. You weren't gonna rush him at all, it was his page and you were 100% okay with that. "Of course."

It was short and sweet. He just pecked your lips, and then he immediately backed up as if he hurt you. You smiled, bringing him back closer.

"Here, like this." You say, putting your lips on his in a firm way. You slipped your hand onto his, eachother fingers intertwining. He was a lot more steady this time. He pushed back into you, smiling into it.

Then the two of you parted and he looked at you with a soft smile.

"Thank you."

#alex jones prisoners #paul dano #danonation #prisoners 2013 #alex jones x reader #barry jones #barry jones x reader #barry jones x gn! reader #alex jones x gn! reader #klitzcore

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autumn-sweet-fae · 2 years

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you know barry was neighbors with dawn, and her childhood friend. id bet that when emmet, elesa, and barry finally catch up to ingo and dawn, hes gonna get a good look at her face and is gonna instantly recognize her

Oh I know! In fact I like to think that they were such close best friends that after Dawns disappearance, Johanna asked Barry to look after Dawns Piplup for her. Because he and Dawn had stolen found her Piplup and his then Turtwig together at the start of their journeys, so if felt right to let him look after them until Dawn returns.

(Yes, Dawns Piplup is still a Piplup. He has an everstone so he won’t evolve because he enjoys being tiny and Piplups are adorable, fight me)

Also when Barry hears out Emmets story of finally finding his long lost brother, it strikes a cord with Barry as he’s still dealing with his missing best friend. One night he even opens up to Elesa and Emmet about Dawn and how he’s tried searching for her all over Sinnoh but has found no sign of her.

The two adults can’t help but grow attached to this kid the more time they spent with him. They greatly appreciate his help and having a local ace trainer with eight badges is a HUGE help! He knows all the best short cuts and is trusted by the locals who might be suspicious of Emmet, the man who is a spitting image of the guy on the wanter poster taped up three feet from him.

And yes! When the reunion does finally happen, when Emmet and Ingo finally have a moment to truly reunite, before either of them can get a word in at long last, Barry just full on tackles Akari to the ground while yelling Dawns name.

The twins both panic, confused on what’s going on, while Barry is trying very hard to hold back the tears and Akari/Dawns brain is recalibrating at the new/old name and this person who she knows that she knows and the memories are starting to take shape. This is the person that Adaman reminded her of. This is her best friend.

“Barry?”

Suddenly both the kids are hugging and crying, Barry from the relief of finally finding his best friend and rival, and Dawn from the weird overwhelming emotional roller costed that is the sudden rush of memories.

#submas #Barry #Akari #Dawn #Ingo #emmet #submas wanted au

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bluepallilworld · 2 years

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Tidili 🎶 I'm proud to present my newest baby! ～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆

Name: Palida

She/her

Age: 8

Birthday : 19/04 (19th of april)(2028 baby).

Ship: post dark cream (see @zu-is-here 's comic :D) lockedverse version

Likes: Bunny, her bunny plush, bunny-shaped snacks, everything that is remotely close to bunnies, pillow forts, too big clothes

Dislikes: tired days, mustard, snakes (since the day someone told her one could easily swallow whole a rabbit) and dirt in eye-sockets

Home multiverse: lockedverse

Timeline: future timeline (it means when most of my ocs are adults or late teens)

Name of the bunny plush: Barry or Vivian or Limi or Toko or Ful or...... It constantly changes

Magic: not bad at magic, can use bones, colored magic and gaster blasters... But refuses to use anything until she succeeds in shaping it like bunnies. So far she manages... Her magic usually feel a bit warm. Prefers orange magic over blue magic.

Particularity : Palida was born a bit weak, she tired easily. Her magic is showing through her eye sockets, her nose hole or the star shaped hole on her right cheek (she wasn't born with that hole, it was due to an accident when she was merely days old and her body was still a bit fragile). Looking at the color of her magic and feeling the temperature of her body (the more energy she has the warmer she is) is a good way to know when she needs a power nap or a snack. A bit of magic can be seen between her bones but it's hardly noticeable.

Glow in the dark. :)

Lil' story time :

Palida lives in a closed-off multiverse ("lockedverse" shall be the name) that only open its doors to multiverse travelers twice a year. It only has a few aus (only originals no copies) and outcodes are rare. Her family and she live in a small house in a meadow near a village and they rarely have visitors. Somehow multiverse travelers always end up at her house. They stay a few days before the multiverse just decides to yeet them out without warning.

Palida loves the company when people stay at home for a few days and listening to the stories.

Once she met a skeleton adult that seemed very determined to keep contact. Which Palida found silly since travelers never come back. But that woman came back the next time the doors opened and with two lil' devices that were meant to allow communication between them regardless of if they were in a different multiverse. She told her that she won a bet against a scientist and asked that he built that as a reward. Palida's parents weren't really fond of the project but after the first try and the discovery that the other device was set in an orphanage full of children, they let Palida kept it at the condition she always warned before using it and hang up immediately if it wasn't the orphanage's children or, as she learnt the traveler who gifted her that device was named, Lint. Now she often calls the children and it's nice.

Some doodles ✨

Random outfits

Cross belongs to @/jakei95

How do I tag Dream post Shattered...? Dream belongs to @/jokublog, Shattered Dream to @/shattereddreamsau, post dark cream to @zu-is-here ?

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Hug the Estrella (ask)

Palida's day (writing)

Meeting the "alternate siblings" (Drag')

Da bean among others (Yuri)

Girl says hi (Psy)

#me doing artz #Palida #ship child #post dark cream ship kid #lockedverse #future timeline #lockedverse Cross #lockedverse Dream #I guess?#they aren't that different from normal #yes I gave a multiverse phone to a 6 years old #I couldn't have her in my main multiverse after all #but I really really wanted a post dark cream kid without messing (even more I mean) with the strange order linking my ocs

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supercap2319 · 2 years

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Insane

Barry Allen x Male Reader

A/N: Okay, so this fic takes place during these special crossover events during the Flash’s eighth season. The reader is Clark and Kara’s cousin, but isn’t Kryptonian. He does have very similar powers to them. Also, can anyone tell me of any heroes who leave colored streaks when they fly? Also, I’m not very good with superhero names lol.

“Yes, Lois, I'm eating enough,” Y/N said, as he juggled with the groceries and takeout in his hands. He pushed through the door of his apartment phone on his ear and elbow as he put his stuff on the kitchen table. “I have a bag full of burgers and fries.” There was some chatter on the other side of the line; Y/N smiled. “Okay, tell Jonathan and Jordan I'll see them Saturday night.”

Y/N hung up the phone and was about to dig into his food when he felt a rush of air brush past him. Y/N smiled. It was either Kara, Clark, or J'onn. He turned around to see that it wasn't any of them, but Barry Allen, aka The Flash.

“Barry! Hey, man, how are you doing?” Y/N walked up and hugged the taller man, but could feel Barry tense against him as he hugged him back. Y/N pulled back and frowned. “Barry, what’s wrong?” Barry looked in bad shape. He was pale, sweating, and had a nervous look in his eyes. “I'm in trouble, Y/N. Big trouble.”

“What's wrong?” Barry?” Barry sighed as he told Y/N everything: About Despero, his blackouts, losing his base, attacking his team, attacking the people of Central City. “How did I not know this was happening?” Y/N wondered.

“You haven't seen the news?” Barry asked. “That's all anyone is talking about.”

Y/N shook his head. “I’ve been really busy with work, so I guess I haven't been paying attention.”

“Well, Alex thinks–”

“Alex! I'm gonna kill her for not telling me,” Y/N says, as he dials Alex’s number and chews her out for not telling him something this important. Once he’s done ranting, he hangs up and shows Barry his phone. “Alex gave me all the data that they have on aliens and there’s not a lot of information on Despero. Other than that, he’s Kalanorian, with the Flame of Py’tar as his energy source.”

“And he’s strong, Y/N. As strong and durable as Kryptonians,” Barry says. Y/N smiled. “Well, it's a good thing I'm not Kryptonian.” Y/N wasn't Kryptonian like his cousins, but wasn't a metahuman either. He was in the middle.

“Look at me being a bad host. Sit down and help yourself to any in the fridge. I have some burgers and fries if you're hungry. Just give me one minute to change.” Y/N went behind his changing wall to put on his costume. Barry unwrapped one of the Big Belly Burgers and was about to eat it when he saw Y/N remove his shirt. Barry stared at Y/N’s muscle-toned body and when he started to remove his pants, he quickly looked away. He shouldn't be looking at another man like that, but he was cute. Y/N came out a minute later with his suit on. “Okay, we'll be ready for Despero when he shows up.”

“Oh, really?” a voice said. Y/N and Barry turned to see a man with red hair and blue eyes wearing a weird suit. “Despero, I presume?” Y/N asked. Despero looked at Y/N. “You’re the one they call Triquetra, right?”

“That’s right. And if you know who I am, then you know what I’m capable of,” Y/N said.

“You can not stop what’s already written. The Flash will destroy the world in the future unless I stop him first,” Despero says. Y/N raises his fists and stands in a defensive pose. “You want him? Come and get him.” Despero sighs. “Very well then.” Despero taps his belt and changes shape and mass as he grows to his full alien height. His skin is now pink, and he has a frill on his head like a fish, and pointed ears. He’s tall enough to reach the roof of Y/N’s apartment. He looks at Y/N and charges at him. “Oh, crap!” Y/N thinks as Despero tackles him and they go through the wall of Y/N’s apartment and fall towards the street below.

Barry speeds out of Y/N’s apartment and down to the streets as he moves innocent people out of the way of the falling debris. He turns to see Y/N and Despero exchanging blows. “I hope you have good insurance in the future because you’re totally paying for the damages,” Y/N says, as he punches Despero in the face. Barry was right. Punching Despero was like punching Clark and Kara at the same time. “It is useless to fight me. His fate is sealed,” Despero says, catching Y/N’s fist with his hand, punching him in the stomach and then sending him into a nearby building.

Despero turns to Barry. “Come with me now, Flash, and nobody else will have to suffer.”

“Hold it clown face! We weren’t done dancing,” Y/N says, flying out of the building he was thrown in, and firing heat vision at Despero, but to his amazement it went right through him. “What in the world?”

“Triquetra! He’s over there!” Flash says.

Y/N looks to where Barry is pointing and sees he missed Despero, as the Kalanorian throws a cab at him. Y/N uses his heat vision to split the cab in half. This is bad. If they continue to fight like this, then some innocent people will get hurt. He has to lead Despero away from Metropolis. Y/N takes in a breath before releasing a blast of frigid air. It covers Despero as he tries to break through it, his body starting to freeze. It won’t stop him, but it will stall him. Y/N flies towards Barry, grabs him and flies as fast as he can away from Metropolis, a triad of colors trail behind him. Despero breaks free of his icy prison and glances around. The two heroes have escaped. The alien roars in frustration as he teleports back to Central City, hoping the Flash’s team can help him.

“We should be safe here for the time being,” Y/N said. He had flown them to the Hall of Justice in Central City in hopes Despero wouldn’t find them. “So what’s the plan, Flash?” Y/N asked. “I know Clark, Kara, and J'onn are off world, but I was thinking we could call Jefferson Pierce in Freeland, or call Sara, or Kate–”

“No, Y/N. We can’t call them,” Barry says. Y/N frowned. “Why not? They’re a part of the Crisis team and this qualifies as a Crisis.”

“Sara’s dead. Kate’s retired, and by the time Jefferson gets here, it might be too late,” Barry says.

“So, what do you want to do?”

Barry licked his lips. “I have a plan that could solve everything.”

“Really? what is it?” Y/N asks, curiously.

Barry looks Y/N straight in the eyes, as the words that come out of his mouth have Y/N shocked with disbelief. “You have to kill me, Y/N.”

#the flash #barry allen #male reader insert #male reader #Barry Allen x male reader #the cw #x male reader #male x male #super heroes #aliens #colors #gay men #biseuxal

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