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chapter twelve | Percy Jackson x fem reader.

Make A Deal With A God

You remembered falling asleep with your head back against the wall, and waking up to Percy throwing popcorn kernels into your mouth. He stopped when you coughed and it hit him in the forehead.

After a quick breakfast of popcorn kernels and a breakfast bar (which definitely did not fill you up) you found your way off the train at a stop in Denver. With a long stretch with your arms up as the four of you walked along the sidewalk, approaching a car wash place, you huffed. Hungry and wishing you could get a decent nap, you felt your anger beginning to build, especially as Grover munched on a can right down your ear. You were too hot, skin sticky from the humidity of the air, and you were sure you were beginning to smell gross.

“Let’s try and contact Chiron,” Annabeth said, “So we can tell him about the talk you had with that river spirit.”

“We can’t use phones, can we?”

“I’m not talking about phones.”

Walking through the drive lane of the car wash, Annabeth led the way as you trailed lazily at the back. The place was abandoned, dusty, and dead spiders were curled up and hanging from gross webs along the plastic screens. You watched with a judging gaze as Grover made his way across the stall to the spray gun hanging up. “What are you doing?” You placed a hand on your hip.

“It’s seventy-five cents,” he muttered. “I’ve only got two quarters left. Annabeth?”

“Don’t look at me. The dining cart wiped me out.”

Eventually, Percy came to his senses and handed over what you thought may have been his last coins to Grover.

“Excellent. We could have done it with a spray bottle but my arm gets tired, and the connection really isn’t as good,” Grover said, pushing the coins through the machine, setting it to ‘fine mist’.

You looked to Percy, who shrugged his shoulders, raising his brows. “I’m so confused.”

“I-M’ing.”

“Instant messaging? Like Facebook Messenger? I use it to ask the nanny for extra biscuits on her way over sometimes.”

Annabeth gave you the stink eye. “No; like Iris-messaging. And you have a nanny?” She scoffed.

“My dad lives in a different country for business. Issue?”

“Oh, guys, come on. How do you share a cabin like this?”

“Throw something at her.”

“Push Annabeth over.”

Annabeth shoved past you and took a coin from Percy’s outstretched hand. She stepped back clutching it and cleared her throat. “O Goddess, accept our offering.”

You crossed your arms. “You insane people,” you grumbled.

Your mouth shut promptly when you watched the whole coin disappear rather than fall through the water rainbow.

“Half-Blood Hill,” Annabeth requested.

And, baffled to silence, you watched with your mouth slightly agape as the water changed from rainbow to a real picture, like you were standing in camp. Standing by the railing of the Big House was a thin, lean boy with blond hair. Luke.

Percy called out to him, and the boy turned with startled eyes, before his expression changed quickly to a welcome smile. “Percy! Is that Annabeth too? Thank the gods. How are you guys doing?”

You wrinkled your nose as Annabeth urgently brushed her fingers through her hair. “Uh...hi, Luke.” She beamed, face red. “We thought Chiron would, you know...”

“He’s having some issues with the campers. Listen, is everything alright? How’s the trip going? And is that your sister? Damn, everyone’s been wondering where you went.”

You smiled sarcastically and sent a little wave. “Hola.”

“And how’s Grover doing?”

Just as he mentioned the boy, Grover decided to make an appearance. “Hey. What’s happening at camp?”

“Chiron had to--what’s the noise all about?” He yelled, covering his ears with his hands, grimacing.

You looked around the group. Nobody moved, but everybody wondered the same thing, you knew. With a huff and an irritated roll of your eyes, you made your way across the stall, on your way to investigate. “Somebody come with me!”

The familiar sound of Grover’s heavy footsteps followed you soon after, appearing at your side, You approached the Lincoln car, a long, big thing blasting extremely loud music, and in the window sat a bald, old guy with a tough face and a cocky grin. When he turned his head to look at you both, he rolled those eyes within an inch of his life. He turned down the music when he saw the two of you.

“Get outta here kids, I ain’t interested in your cookies or whatever ya sellin’.”

“Lucky for you,” you said with a pinching, sweet grin. “We ain’t selling anything. Leave.”

“Listen,” he laughed broadly, slyly. “Get away from my car.”

“Then get away from the car wash, before--”

“Before what?”

Grover sighed. And then bleated.

Why this guy was so terrified of Grover’s bleat, you had no idea, but his wheels were practically burning as he sped out of the car wash and on to the main road.

You turned to Grover, trying to hold it back. But he was doing the same thing. And you broke first, letting out a sudden, loud laugh.

And as you both headed back round the corner to where Percy and Annabeth remained, you both laughed.

Half an hour later you found yourselves in what seemed to be a recently-renovated diner, with squishy, leather seats and clean tables and shiny, mirror-lined ceilings. The air smelled of amazing food and the place was warm. It was extremely busy, filled with chatter from couples and families. The place was bustling.

Finally, a waitress came over. She raised a brow at the four of you, and you prepared your large meal ready on the tip of your tongue. “Well?”

“We want to order dinner.” Said Percy.

“You kids got the money to pay for it?” She asked, in a very judgemental tone. You’d have thought the same thing, though. You’d changed into new leggings and a sweater in the restroom, looking and smelling better, but the other three hadn’t yet, and they looked pretty homeless.

Across from you, Grover’s lower lip wobbled. You dreaded him starting to cry Annabeth just looked fed up.

And then...

You looked up, raising your head to gaze out the windows of the front of the diner. The whole building shook with the arrival of a motor cycle so big you wondered if it was custom made. The guy on the bike was muscular, tall, wearing a red muscle shirt and black jeans, a knife strapped to his thigh, and red sunglasses. His face was hard and stony, but handsome in a brutal way, with a crew cut and black hair, the darkest hair you’d ever seen before.

As he pushed open the door to the diner, ringing the bell above it, and as he did so, everybody stood from their seats.

You raised your eyebrows and sighed. The guy was smug in the face and haughty almost, like he felt he deserved all the attention. He waved his hand and, as if on rewind, everybody sat down and continued their conversations. The waitress serving you sighed again, and asked ‘you guys have money to pay for it?’.

The biker guy turned up at your table with a relaxed but tense sort of vibe, as if he owned the place, full of confidence. “It’s on me.”

He slid onto the seat directly opposite you, shoving Grover and Annabeth further against the wall of the booth. Grover was practically trembling and Annabeth just gulped. He looked up at the waitress—still staring—and snidely asked, “Are you still here?”

She blinked as if in a trance and promptly turned on her heels, marching away from the table and into the kitchen. Then, the guy looked at you, and instantly fire lit your veins.

You frowned, hard. He smirked. “So, you’re Athena’s new one. You got a lot of fire in you, kid. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have said you belonged to my girl.”

“Your girl?” You quipped with a sarcastic drawl. “Who’s that? I don’t belong to anyone you old bastard—”

Percy slapped a hand so hard against your mouth that it stung. Furious suddenly, you whipped your head and glared at him. “Shut. Up.” He hissed quietly.

The biker guy chuckled lowly. “I think you should listen to your friend, if you know what’s best for you. I like the attitude when it isn’t directed toward me. Cut it. Now.”

“Who the hell are—”

“Y/n!” Annabeth interrupted fiercely. She looked ready to murder you. You itched to kick her under the table. “This is Lord Ares. His girlfriend is the Lady Aphrodite. Remember?”

Slowly, your anger simmered down. Realisations kicked in, and you frowned. “Does that mean I’m pretty?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes and turned to look out of the window beside her. Percy groaned and Grover whimpered.

The biker dude’s smirk never left his face. “I think there must have been a mix up. You’re a double.” He turned his eyes on Percy. “I heard you broke clarisse’s spear.”

“She was asking for it.”

He held his hands up in nonchalance. “That’s cool. I don’t fight my kids’ battles for them. What I’m here for—I heard you were in town. I’ve got a proposition for you.”

The waitress delivered trays of steaming cheeseburgers and fries, milkshakes and cans of Pepsi. The god handed her a few coins, and as she shook them to look over them in her hands, she frowned deeply, nervously. Looking up, she said, “But these aren’t—”

Ares sighed and dug into his pocket, pulling out a ridiculously large knife that made even you nervous and itching to run away. “Issue, sweetheart?”

The woman swallowed and couldn’t have left quicker.

Percy sighed at your side, a tired and aggravated sigh. “You can’t just scare people into doing what you want,” he fumed.

Ares laughed. “Are you joking? I love this country. These people always do what I want. It’s the most fun I’ve had since Sparta. Don’t any of you carry weapons? You should, you never know who you’re going to run into out there. Anyway—back to my proposition. I need a favour.”

You raised your brow and drawled, “And that is?” Throwing a fry into your mouth.

“I left something of mine during a date. I can’t get there to take it back. I need you puny assholes to do it for me.”

“And why would we do that?” You waved a fry around, overly-confident.

“Because if you don’t I’ll run over you with my Harley and send you to an early grave.” He hissed, leaning forward, jabbing his knife in your direction. Your heart jumped erratically, beating your rib cage as if to say shut up, girl!

Grover practically melted at Ares’s side, quivering. Annabeth had turned utterly pale, and Percy…well, Percy had settled a hand in yours.

“Fine.” He said firmly. “We’ll get whatever you want back. But you gotta help us find this master bolt. The one Zeus is looking for.”

“Seriously,” you nodded along trying to calm your nerves and anger. “The man’s a mess without it. Going lo-co.”

The man raised his shades, placing them in the collar of his jacket, and with a jolt you saw that in place of eyes were simply balls of flaming fire. Fire that flickered from you to Percy.

“The two of you have got a lot of nerve. And let me tell you; it won’t bode well for you in the future.”

You pulled a face blinking up at the sun. Dude, Where’s My Swimsuit?! lit up the otherwise dull sign with bright yellow writing.

After a couple more minutes walking to the abandoned water park which Ares told you he’d left his shield at, you wandered around looking for the love themed ride he’d described. So far, Dude, Where’s My Swimsuit?! wasn’t looking familiar.

You’d wandered so far that the calls from the others sounded miles away. You briefly made out the we’ve found it! from Grover, and the hurry up loser! from Percy.

It turned out to be an empty lot a couple feet deep, dirty and dusty, perfect for roller skating or skateboarding. At the edges of the hole, golden Cupid statues stood with arrows pointed as if ready to fire. And in the middle of the thing, at the very deepest part, was a cart covered in pink and white love hearts, and on the front seat——a shield, dusty and gross.

“That’s disgusting,” you turned up your nose, turning to look around, hands on your hips.

“This is too easy,” said Percy. “So what; we just walk down there and pick it up?”

“There’s a Greek letter carved into one of the statues, here,” Annabeth piped up. “Eta. I wonder if…”

“Grover?” Percy interrupted. Annabeth deadpanned him. You snickered hard. “Smell any monsters or anything?”

The boy sniffed the wind a couple times. The sky was darkening—a pastel navy. He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Nothing like In-The-Arch-With-Echidna-Nothing?”

Grover frowned, hurt. “I already told you. That was underground.”

You nodded. Percy looked at you swiftly. You mouthed, “Low blow.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and turned away. “I’m going down there. Y/n’s coming with me.”

“Oh cool, like a date?” You smiled sickly sweetly, aiming to make it as embarrassing for him as possible.

The corner of his mouth quirked. “You’re gross.”

“You’re disgusting.”

Annabeth gagged.

Together you made your way down the steep side of the pool, toward the white and pink car with love hearts dotted all over it. From inside the pool you were surrounded by mirrors at every angle, watched by Cupid’s and their bows. There was something you hadn’t noticed up at the surface, as you got closer to the cart. You rested a knee on the edge of the seat and leaned over, grabbing the scarf which lay on top of the shield. It wasn’t covered in a light layer of dust the way that the shield was; instead, it was silky and shimmery, a faded rose to baby pink, and your heart dropped in envy. The perfume it smelled of was the perfect amount of musk, rose, and glitter.

At your side, Percy waited quietly. You turned your head and met his eyes, already trained on you. Pink cheeks—his hand found your wrist.

“Guys!” Annabeth yelled. You glowered as you turned. “Ignore the love magic in the scarf!”

“It’s not even that, you idiot! This is the best perfume I’ve ever smelt!”

Annabeth grinned like an idiot, joking round. “Then what’s wrong with lover boy?”

“He’s always weird this way. Think he was dropped as a baby.”

“Hey!”

“Oh, welcome back to the land of the living.” You smiled, right-lipped. “Grab the shield, you imbecile and let’s go.”

Percy dropped his hand from your wrist and reached his hand through the cart instead. Flexing his fingers around the shield, he pulled. A sound akin to an out of tune, loose guitar string sounded. Percy and yourself looked at each other at the same time, eyes wide. You stepped back.

“What the hell did you do?” You demanded, looking him up and down.

“What did I do?! You told me to do it!”

“Oh so it’s my fault that you’re a clumsy bastard—” you flayed your hands, scarf lilting.

“How was I supposed to—”

Noise erupted around the place, like gears finally turning and clicking into place, whirring to life. Grover yelled for you both to hurry, to get out and move. The Cupids’ above were turning—directing their arrows to pull position. They shoe golden wires with sharp whistling sounds across to each end of the pool, trapping you in. Instantly, you took off running, Percy sprinting behind you. Grover was at the other end with Annabeth, trying with all their strength to hold open the netting, to no avail. It snapped back like it was metal, too thick to hold for long. And going up the incline of the pool was harder than going down one.

The Cupids’ heads popped open. Out came video cameras. Spotlights rose up all around the pool, blinding us with illumination, and a loudspeaker voice boomed: “Live to Olympus in one minute…fifty-nine seconds, fifty-eight...”

“Hephaestus!” Annabeth screamed. “I’m so stupid! Eta is ‘H.’ He made this trap to catch his wife with Ares. Now we’re going to be broadcast live to Olympus and look like absolute fools!”

“I miss Yancy!” You exclaimed.

And then scuttling. Something was scuttling from openings in the corner of the pool. Coming down the slope. Hundreds. Silver…little…things.

“SPIDERS!” You shrieked, instantly throwing yourself at Percy, you practically jumped on him, screaming.

He practically shoved you at the cart, and instantly your feet were up on the dashboard. Dirty shoes, marking the white of the car. Hands over your ears to try and block out the spiders. You heard Percy yelling at you to help him as he kicked away spiders, and swiped one off your knee as you screamed so loud your throat burned.

“Twenty-eight…twenty-seven…”

Percy’s voice was barely discernible over your screaming, but Grover must have heard something, because you caught sight of him out the corner of your eye whizzing about in a control booth. You held the scarf tight in both hands, to your chest, as if it would ground you or that the perfume would distract from the metal smell of gross disgusting—

One was on your arm. Percy slapped it so hard something popped, and the spider went flying.

“Five…four…three…”

One hand around Percy’s bicep tightly, you almost had whiplash from what happened next.

“One…zero.”

The whole cart flew as a high torrent of strong-flowing water came out of nowhere. A spider hit your cheek; Percy had one foot jammed under the wheel of the car, one hand on top of it, and the other in front of you.

You opened your eyes, blinded by spotlights. Your body was drenched and soaking, cold and breathless, even more so when the car skimmed the top of the metal wiring, until it suddenly wasn’t.

It shot out through a tunnel, darkened to see nothing.

The car hit corners and flew past pictures of the 90’s Romeo and Juliet movie. The sight of Leonardo DiCaprio would have been appreciated had you not been being hit in the face with water.

Then, the car shot out into daylight, down a ramp—towards the exit. Where gates were bolted shut. Two other cars sat against it, one submerged and the other broken. Your heart was practically flatlining.

“Get ready to jump!” Percy yelled, and you blinked with blurry, water-filled eyes. “On my count!”

He offered you his hand, and you took it swiftly, tightly.

Percy readied to jump, but it didn’t feel right. You shook your head. “No,” you called. “On my count.”

His eyes hard, Percy searched your own. Then nodded.

Three…

Two…

One…

You jumped, both shrieking. It was almost like a springboard. You went over the gates, stomach dropping out of your body, and clutched Percy’s hand tightly as the pool below grow closer and closer and clo——

You hit it with a sharp yelp. Water flooded your nose and mouth, and you frantically kicked to the surface. You threw yourself at the ledge, holding on for dear life, throat scratching and raw, body shooting with pains.

You glanced to your left, and found your best friend making his way towards you. You managed a shivering smile.

“Good,” he nodded. “You’re good.”

“I’m good.” Your teeth chattered with adrenaline. “You good?”

Droplets dripped down his face. “I’m good.”

The cameras were still on you, all the Cupid’s turned your way. As you rested your arms on the ledge and dropped your head on them, Percy yelled.

“Show’s over! Thank you! Goodnight!”

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Fall Break - 1/2 | westallen fanfiction

A/N: More twitter inspiration. Hope you enjoy.

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Synopsis: College!AU - Barry visits Iris on his first fall break.

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Chapter 1 -

In September of that year – freshman year of college for the both of them – Barry decided to take his first long weekend away from Coast City to return to Central City and visit Iris in her dorm. It was supposed to be a surprise, but at the last minute he couldn’t hold it in. He pulled out his phone when he had to stop for gas a mile away from her school and dialed her number.

“Bear! Hey! What are y-”

“I’m here.”

She blinked.

“Wha…? Wait. You don’t mean…”

“I’m getting gas a mile away from CCU. Your CCU.”

“Oh, my God for real?! But doesn’t it take like two days for you to drive from the coast to- Bear.”

“It’s fall break! They gave us half the week off, and I thought I’d spend the rest of it with you! What do you think? Can you smuggle me into your dorm room, or do I have to endure Joe’s judginess for the three days?”

She chuckled, covering her mouth.

“I know you live in a co-ed dorm,” he said, swallowing his hatred for that fact every second since he’d learned it.

“Yeah, but the guys and girls are still on separate floors,” she explained. “We’ve only been in school a month. What if-”

He snorted.

“Where’s the Iris I know?”

“Excuse me?” she blanched, but she was smiling.

“The one who broke curfew time and again, who lied straight to her father’s face when it was necessary to get what she wanted, who bent the rules when-”

“Alright, alright,” she said, laughing. “I take your meaning. Wasn’t really going to turn you down anyway. You’re my best friend, and I’ve missed you.”

He grinned from ear to ear.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Silence lingered, but it was the good kind.

“So, see you in 10?” she asked.

“Ish,” he said.

“Ish?”

“What if I get lost?”

She rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Fifteen then.”

“Bye, Iris.”

“Bye.”

Iris hung up and went to stand and look at herself in the full-length mirror in the room she shared with Carissa. Luckily, the snarky know-it-all had gone home for the weekend, so there would be a bed available for Barry and no one to have to keep a secret from if they’d walk in on him being there after hours.

But Barry was right, of course. She thrived on being a little rebellious. This would be no exception.

And neither was the silver stud poking out of her belly button that she’d just had done the night before. She smiled, touching it lightly as she studied herself in the mirror. She’d wear a shirt to cover it up, so she could surprise him with it after he arrived.

She’d have to swear him to secrecy obviously. There was no way her dad would take it well. She might have to hide it indefinitely. She was an adult now though, so he couldn’t force her to get rid of it, even if he did find out.

She was sticking to her guns on that.

After quickly changing clothes into some low-rise jeans and a lengthier t-shirt, Iris popped some hoop earrings into her ears, let her hair down so it hung over her shoulders, and tried to calm her nerves.

Why was she nervous?

This was Barry.

She shook it off, but the light knock on the door seconds later had her jumping nearly out of her skin.

“Who is it?” she called prettily, two feet from the door.

“It’s Barry,” he responded, sounding a bit nervous himself. “We just talked?”

She giggled and flung the door open.

“Wow, you look pretty,” were the first words out of his mouth, and she smiled bashfully.

“You know how to make a girl blush.” She poked at his chest, then pulled him inside, almost sending him into the bedframe just to the left of where she stood.

“I know it’s small.”

“No smaller than mine,” he assured her, then their eyes locked again. “Hey there.”

“Hey.”

She caught her breath, feeling something akin to butterflies beating wildly inside of her. Then she nuzzled into his tight embrace and shivered as he felt her inhale the scent of her hair.

“You smell amazing, Iris,” he murmured.

She chuckled and pulled back.

“What’s with all the compliments, huh?”

He shrugged.

“I haven’t seen you in a month. I’m allowed to say a couple nice things, aren’t I?”

She smirked at that.

“I guess.”

She stepped back and closed the door behind him.

“Carissa’s gone for the weekend, so the other bed is all yours. I’ll wash her sheets and stuff before she gets back on Monday, so you should be good. Just don’t wet the bed or anything.” She chuckled nervously, scolding herself again.

“Iris.” His face beat bright red.

“You want to get something to eat?” she asked, knowing that would perk him up. He was a teenage boy after all – always hungry.

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“Excellent. I can give you a mini tour on the way. I mean, I know you got a tour when you were looking at schools, but this will be my tour, so-”

“Sounds perfect,” he said, cutting her off.

He didn’t know why she sounded as nervous as he felt, but he figured the jitters would be past them in no time. They had three days to get comfortable with one another again, though he doubted it would take that long. They were the best of friends. Always had been.

“Right. So, this way…”

She opened the door again, snatching the key and locking up after they were in the hall. They started chatting about what was new and how their studies and extra curriculars were going. By the time they’d seen a few things and were sitting down with their food in the cafeteria, everything was pretty much back to normal. They both ate more than usual, but it gave them something to do that wasn’t talking, and it was a way of channeling out any remaining nerves.

When Barry was done, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked over at her doing the same.

“What should we do tonight? Play a game? Watch a movie? Or…go out somewhere?”

“Well, no car, so we can’t go far, but I did recently learn how to play poker from some friends of mine, and-”

Barry groaned.

“Iris, no. Something simple. I don’t know how to play poker, and honestly, I don’t want to learn. Not this weekend at least.”

She pouted but moved past that mild disappointment.

“Uno then? I know you like that.”

He smiled hesitantly.

“Okay, I could do that.”

“And when we’re done, we can plug in a movie or go for a walk. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

Iris smiled to herself.

She’d keep the most crucial element of their little game to herself until it was too late for her bestie to back out of it. It was better that way. And more successful.

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“Strip Uno?!” Barry proclaimed, scandalized by the very idea.

Iris’ pout deepened as she set her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, it’ll make things interesting.”

“Is this because I won’t play poker?” he demanded.

She raised an eyebrow.

“In part. But Barry, you never do anything risky. My dad’s not around, and you already drove all this way without telling him – I assume?” She waited, and he nodded. “See, that was only the beginning of your adventures. You’re sleeping on a girls-only floor tonight…”

He groaned. “Iris.”

“And I have something to show you, but we have to play the strip version of this game in order for you to see it.”

He turned a bright red.

“Iris, I don’t know if I want t-”

“Oh, trust me, you want to.”

His face turned even redder.

Did she know something he thought he’d hidden so well?

She gripped his arms, forcing him to look at her.

“Barry, it’s just us. And we’re best friends, you and me.” She paused, a little concerned now and deciding to play the guilty card. “Aren’t we?” Her pout deepened.

He sighed and groaned simultaneously.

“Ugh. Yes. Fiiiiine.”

“Yes!” She cheered, bouncing up on her tippy-toes to kiss his cheek, leaving him briefly stunned.

“Where are we even going to play this though? I mean, it’s not like there’s a ta-”

As if by magic, Iris turned around and pulled out a TV table to put between the two beds.

“This will work. Right?”

He nodded. “I guess so.”

“Yes, it will.”

She grinned and sat on her bed as a chair. He pulled the other bed away from the wall enough to do the same thing. After shuffling the cards that Iris pulled out of her desk’s side drawer, she dealt out the piles of seven, and the game began.

Within a few rounds, Barry had zeroed in on the game and wasn’t paying attention to the nerves that had seemingly consumed him earlier. All was going as planned. He’d all but forgotten there was a strip element to the game, because it hadn’t come up, and Iris hadn’t said anything.

Until that draw-four card appeared in his hand, and he used it against her.

He grinned cheekily, waiting for her to draw her four cards, but she was smiling back in an almost sinister way that made his smile disappear entirely.

“What?” he asked.

“Okay, so the way strip part of this game is incorporated-”

“Oh, Jesus, I totally forgot.” He ran his hand over his face, and she chuckled.

“Is…”

“Yes?”

“That whenever a draw-four card is put down, the other person has to draw four cards, but they also have to remove a piece of clothing or jewelry. This also works when someone has only one card and says uno – the other person has to remove something.”

He frowned.

“But I’m not wearing any jewelry.”

“Good thing it’s my turn first then,” she said, unhooking the hoop earrings she’d put on just an hour or so earlier and setting them on the bed behind her.

She picked her four cards, found one that would match the card lying face-up on the table and laid it down.

The game continued.

By the time Barry got his first draw-four card directed at him, he’d nearly convinced himself it wouldn’t happen. He was grateful then that he’d worn socks that day. He only wished he’d kept his shoes on till now.

“Eww.” Iris pretended to gag at the new scent invading the room. “I better open a window.”

He scoffed.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Should’ve taken off your shirt.”

“That is that bad,” he muttered, and she rolled her eyes.

He’d always been self-conscious about his chest and torso, and she’d never understood why. Sure, he wasn’t muscular, but she kind of liked the lean look on him. She only hoped one day he’d grow to like it as well.

At Iris’ next draw-four, she wasn’t nearly so skittish. She immediately started to lift her t-shirt up over her head.

Barry had been so stunned at the move that he didn’t even notice the stud poking out of her belly button – at first.

“See anything interesting?” she teased, referring to the piercing, but Barry’s eyes were glued to the slight cleavage poking out of her bra.

“Uh…I-”

When Iris realized, it was her face that flushed a hint of color.

“Lower, Barry,” she murmured.

“Huh? Oh…right. Sorry, I- Is that a…” He jolted upward. “Iris, you got a belly button ring?!”

“Stud, actually, but yeah. You like it?” She turned to the side, so he could see it jutting out better.

“Joe is gonna kill you.”

She frowned, her brows narrowing.

“Well, we’re not going to tell him right away then, are we?”

He paled.

“Nope.” He shook his head and zipped his lips. “Mm-mm.”

She relaxed some.

“Good. Because I really like it.” She hesitated for a second. “Do you?”

He took a good look at it, focused so hard on it and not the fact that it was so close to her panty line and just below the gentle heaving of her breasts. He licked his lips.

“Well?”

He looked up and answered honestly.

“It is kinda sexy, Iris.”

She didn’t know why, but that made her mouth go dry. Their eyes locked, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, she saw Barry differently in that moment. His tousled hair and deep green eyes, the way he towered over her, the gentle curve of his lips.

She swallowed hard and did her best to move past the moment.

“That’s what I thought.” She beamed – or tried to, then sat back down. “Okay.” She put down a card. “Your turn.”

Back and forth they went until Barry’s shirt and pants were off, and Iris’ had come off too. Barry hesitated as much as he could, but there was no denying what was in his hand.

He sighed heavily and let the word spill out.

“Uno.”

Iris swallowed and started to lower her panties over the curve of her ass.

Barry could barely breathe. He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to do this, even if it was just them. She had to be uncomfortable by it. The last thing he wanted was for her to be uncomfortable. But he couldn’t speak. All the wild emotions he felt for her and had felt for her since the moment he met her raged with all the hormones of a teenage boy. He was on fire for her, and his mouth and tongue and brain had stopped functioning.

Iris kicked her panties off to the side and closed the blinds on her sole window, despite the fact that they were a few floors up. Then she picked a few cards and put one down.

Barry had to draw again.

A few rounds later, it was Iris who called out ‘uno’, making Barry panic.

“I only have my underwear on, Iris,” he mumbled.

“It’s just me, Barry. And I won’t look.” She covered her eyes with her hands, and it gave him the courage to stand up and pull his boxers down, so that he was completely nude.

Swallowing hard, he started to sit down again when he noticed that her fingers had parted over her eyes and were zeroed in on his semi-erect cock visible just above the table.

He wanted to yell at her to look away, that she had promised not to look, that she couldn’t say a word if it looked as awful as he felt it did, and how in the world could they ever come back from this?

But his mouth was dry, and his tongue was thick and heavy, and he couldn’t speak.

Iris got up, rounded the table and wrapped her arms behind her body to unlatch her bra, much to his shock and confusion. When she couldn’t get it, she turned around, swooped her hair over the front of her shoulder and requested he help her.

“Unhook it, Barry.” She inhaled and exhaled. “Please.”

With trembling fingers, Barry unhooked her bra and helped her move it down her arms and onto the floor.

“It wasn’t your turn,” he somehow managed to say when she turned around, spellbound once her bare breasts were in view.

“I don’t care.”

Their eyes locked, and she pulled his face down to hers, kissing him swiftly, deeply, sticking her tongue into his mouth and making him moan.

The momentum was enough to send him tumbling back onto the other bed and gripping her tightly, so she wouldn’t tumble away from him. Not that she would try. She was as desperate to hang onto him as he was her.

“Rock my world, Barry Allen,” she murmured, laying kisses down his neck.

He didn’t know how he was going to, virgin and all, but somehow, he nodded and muttered, “Okay,” and left it at that.

It’d be one hell of a night.

#westallen #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #fall break #chapter 1 #i might change the title and synopsis a few hundred more times #but this is what it's at for now welp

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maguro13-2 · 8 months

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Justice for All ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 2 Pt.9

"Around 1000 years in the Ohkubo Verse..."

Homura Akemi (?) : Time's up. [Gun cocks]

[Shadow the Hedgehod SFX : Gunshot]

Shinra : Iris!

[Recollections - Akira Yamaoka]

Shinra : Iris! Iris!

Iris [wounded] : [reaches out to Shinra] Sh...Shinra-kun. Is that you?

Shinra : Oh God, Iris! Who did this to you?! Did something happened to you!? Who would shot against my beloved Iris?!

Iris : Shinra-kun, something went wrong. Bad things started to happen. Everyone that we knew and love, is going to meet their own fates.

Shinra : Hold on, I'll go get evac for sure! Stay with me, Iris! I won't let you die!

Iris : Matte, Shinra-Kun!

Shinra : What?!

[Sea of Sorrow - Jun Senoue]

Iris : This world you created, and everyone, knew that it would eventually fall into their fates. Swallowed by the darkness. Then I realize that I meant something to you. [before dying] Shinra-Kun...Aishteru yo. [dies]

Shinra : Iris?...Iris, wake up! Don't die on me, like that! Iris! Iris! [looks up into the sky, yelling in rage] IRIIIIIIS!!!! ["Iris" is echoed]

"Later in the present-day Chao World..."

[Determination - Jun Senoue]

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : Iris, what happened to you? And more importantly, what happened to half of the Ohkubo verse that was destroyed after I created Soul World. Well, it doesn't matter. I made a promise that Iris and all my comrades are at once piece and this is really the matter of time that I wished I would be back in human form once anyone knows about the truth about my legacy. Throughout the years, I have friendship of comrades and ones that I loved with someone that I even trust. And now, my son, Death, has profound this "New" body of his after I gave him birth to protect mankind from death and destruction. But if this "hatred" of his that goes against witchkind, then I must know if he's willing to see me in this puny form I was in. So, now. It is my time to shine as a hero and defend humans and witches from the forces of these heartless invaders.

[Meanwhile in the Sega/Sonic Team Multiverse]

Ashley : *panting* I think...that's the last one.

Kimial Diehl : You think so? It took us hours to get those baddies. "HOURS"!!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Look alive, gang! Cause I just roasted some enemies, except for the Rappies that only play dead.

Kimial Diehl : Oh, that figures.

Kaguya : Well, this must be it.

[door opens]

[wind gusting]

Ashley : Huh? Where did that giant crater coming from?

Kimial Diehl : It looks like we hit a dead end! So where's the main access!?

Leo Grahart : I'm sorry, but I'm afraid there is no main access.

Ashley : What?!

Leo Grahart : But you did managed to make it all the way here inside this subterranean video game level. I must've underestimated you that you knew the secret main access to the World Heroes Force Organization. But you're too late for that, I've already managed to bring this pointy-ear girl to the core of the crater along with me.

[ Underworld ~ Chaos ~ - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Ashley : Girl? What "girl"? What are you talking about- [gasped after seeing Rupika with him] That pointy-ear newman! That's Rupika the FOnerwearl is it?!

Kimial Diehl : Why on earth would you bring someone to the core on a stupid occasion?! That's totally inhumane!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : She's right it's really inhumane!

Ashley : What's an NPC doing with another man in the first place?

Rupika : Huh? Are those...Hey, you're not the PSO players that I'm looking for, you're...

Ashley : Relax, I'm a Detective! Me and my partner Kimial were trying to find the World Heroes Force Organization compound. Do you know where it is?

Rupika : Hmmm? I think I know where the main access to that organization's compound is. The main access to World Heroes Force organization is...[glows in a green aura] Huh? What's happening? What's going on? Hey, what are you doing!? No! Stop! AAAAAAAH! [turns into a green spirit]

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you proceed that question."

"To show you my appreciation towards her, I will you help out with my awakening of this world's cliches."

[Rupika (now the green spirit) flies into the center of the crater]

Ashley : Hey, wait a minute! What's going on? Rupika! Come back!

Kimial Diehl : Lucky shot! Now what are we gonna do!?

Ash : Rupika! Rupika! Oh no! Was this Leo's plan all along!? Rupika's in danger! I better help her out!

Kimial Diehl : Excuse me, who are you mister?

Ash : My name is Ash Canaan, I'm a Hunter and I work for the good guys. I watch over my best friend's pet over at her house, she lives on Ragol! I've known her since highschool!

Kimial Diehl : Rupika? You mean that NPC's your friend and she has a pet?

Ash : Sorta like that. And I bet that it's a Chao that she has someone to feed. Luckily, I had a baby sitter to look after someone's chao.

Ashley : Really? Who did you get?

[cuts to show Sil'fer at Rupika's house, cooking food while her eye is covered with bandages ]

Sil'fer : This is the real reason I had to babysit someone's Chao. No ever ask me for this, and no one cares! [cuts back to the group]

Ashley : Seems fair to me. Alrighty, then. Let's go get your friend back and get her to respond!

Ash : Right the way!

Jean Carlo Montague : Ash! Before you go. Eleanor will make sure that her Chao is in good care. It's already simple since that Tiny Chao Garden was established in the early 2000s, you'll see!

Eleanor Camuel : Good luck out there, Ash! Hope you'll put up a fight and rescue Rupika from that Monster!

Ash : You got it!

Ashley : Step aside, father of a RAmarl! This is detective business and I, a witch, is going to handle Sega's problems. So let us give to that access.

~ Twenty-Fourth Scene : Girl From Another World ~

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givemeallthesaintquartz · 3 years

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Kirtsigu: Iri what do you have?

Iri: A GUN! :D

Kirtsigu: NO!

Saber in the background: Oh my god where did she get a gun-

#irisviel von einzbern #Kirtsigu #arturia pendragon #vine #oh my god who gave iri a gun #mya was it you #did you give iri the gun

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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Ateez Hongjoong: Tame (Final Part)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 2.2k in this part. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

“What are you guys up to?” you questioned, plopping down on the couch beside Wooyoung. Yunho, Jongho, and San were seated on the opposite couch.

“Just talking about one of our hostages who we will kill tonight,” Yunho replied while playing with a rubik's cube.

“What did they do?” you asked.

“He tried to sabotage our latest drug deal with a secret dealer from Russia. We didn’t know how he found out about it, but he spilled the beans on his gang,” San answered. “So we don’t need him anymore.”

“Well… rest in peace, I guess,” you remarked, making Wooyoung snort.

“Would’ve been better if we killed Yang Daeyoung instead.”

You turned to look at him. “Who exactly is he? I’ve heard his name a few times, but I’ve never gotten the opportunity to ask.”

Jongho gently cleared his throat. “He’s the man who raped and murdered Hongjoong’s sister. Him and three of his men. He wasn’t from a very powerful gang or anything, but he does his work extremely well. He wanted to take us down, and he used Hongjoong’s sister as bait to trap him. Hongjoong refused to give up on Ateez. By the time we managed to track Hongjoong, the damage was already done.” You felt your heart break; you couldn’t even imagine what your boyfriend had to go through.

“Where is Yang Daeyoung now?” you asked.

“Rotting in our torture chamber as we speak.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Why haven’t you killed him yet?”

“We are looking for his child,” Hongjoong replied, joining the conversation. “The man has over five trillion won kept in a secret bank account. He also has information, good and bad, on every mafia gang and the corrupted politicians and locals involved. That’s why all gangs are still on the lookout for him even though we captured him eight months ago. He has a secret place somewhere in the world and only his child can access his possessions as he used iris pattern recognition. He has covered up everything though. We can’t find shit on any of his family members.”

“No amount of threatening or torturing works on him. We even told him that we’ll find his child and torture them,” Jongho added. “But he won’t reveal anything to us.”

“Maybe I can try?” you suggested. You did learn how to torture someone for information, but it wasn’t something you really enjoyed.

“Your chances are extremely low,” Wooyoung remarked.

“I’m aware of that. But even a little information could be helpful, right?”

“Go ahead then, sweetheart,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. “I’d love to see my girl torture that filthy bastard.”

You pecked his lips. “Then let’s go now, shall we?”

You made your way to the torture room, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung following you. Seonghwa joined you after finishing his work in the interrogation room, satisfied with how much information he was able to obtain. Jongho entered a passcode for one of the rooms, letting everyone inside.

The room was pretty dark and looked like a jail cell. You saw a plate of untouched food on the floor. There was a chair in the middle of the room and a cot at the end of the room where Yang Daeyoung was sleeping, his back facing you all, long chains attached from his hands to a pipe.

Wooyoung moved to the sleeping form, giving the man a kick on his back to wake him up. “Get up, fucker.”

Yang Daeyoung groaned in pain before sitting up, looking at the faces of everyone in the room. As soon as you made eye contact with the man, your heart dropped to your stomach.

His eyes widened. “Kiah?! What are you doing here?!”

The boys immediately turned to look at you. You weren’t able to utter a word due to how shocked you were at seeing your own father there. His hair was quite long and he had a long beard and moustache. There were a few scars on his face and arms.

“How do you know her?” Hongjoong interrogated.

“Run from here, Kiah! They’re gonna kill you,” your father yelled at you.

“Do you know him?” Seonghwa asked you, but you weren’t able to answer. You felt sick. You felt terribly sick that it was your father who raped and murdered your lover's sister.

Tears rolled down your eyes when you glanced at your boyfriend. How could you ever face him now?

“Kiah!” your father yelled, tugging hard on the chains, grabbing your attention. “Get out of here! They’re gonna torture you in front my eyes! They said they will find you and torture you!”

Hongjoong looked at you with an emotionless expression, finally understanding the situation. “You’re his daughter?” You couldn’t respond.

“Are you this bastard's daughter?!” he yelled at you. Before you could answer him, he rushed out of the room. You couldn’t help but cry, burying your face in your hands, feeling your heart ache.

Your father glared at you angrily. “Why are you involved with Ateez?! What is wrong with—"

“Shut up!” you shouted, cutting him off. “You’re fucking pathetic! How could you r-rape someone when you have a daughter?! How could you lie to me all these years that you’re a cop, when you’re nothing but a heartless monster!” you sobbed loudly, collapsing onto the floor. You felt someone kneel beside you, wrapping their arms around you.

“Get away from her, Park Seonghwa!” your father spat.

Seonghwa turned to glare at him. “Shut it,” he said, before helping you stand up, taking you to your room.

You blankly stared at the window of your room from your bed, watching the horizon darker as night was approaching. It has been four days since you last saw Hongjoong. You felt nothing but emptiness and agony. You didn’t know if he was at the mansion or if he went somewhere as you haven’t left your room at all ever since Seonghwa brought you to it. The girls tried to make you eat, but you barely had the appetite to.

You sighed, forcing yourself to get out of bed to take a shower even though you were going to crawl right back into it.

Stripping out of your clothes and entering the shower, you pushed the tap, letting the warm water soak you. Closing your eyes, you could feel a dull ache in your chest when you began to think of Hongjoong. A sob got stuck in your throat, but escaped a few seconds later. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sat down, hugging your propped up knees. Your sobs got louder, and your throat was aching, tears mixing with the water running down your face.

After spending a few minutes crying until you couldn’t anymore, you finally washed your body and your hair.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and another one for your hair. You exited the bathroom after putting some clothes on, having no strength to dry your hair with a blow-dryer. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a figure seated on your bed.

“I'm sorry…” Hongjoong apologized, getting off your bed and moving towards you. He stood in front of you with a pained expression on his beautiful face. You wondered how long he was waiting for you and you really hoped he didn’t hear you cry. Even if he didn’t, he could still tell you were crying as your red, puffy eyes gave it away.

“F-For what?” you stuttered, voice shaky.

Hongjoong sighed, looking down at his feet. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have left you alone when you were going through much worse. It was a shock for you too…”

Your eyes filled with tears. “I understand why you did it. It’s okay…”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay, baby. I’m ashamed of how I acted. You didn’t deserve that.”

You blinked, causing the tears brimming at your eyes to slide down your cheeks. Hongjoong reached up to cup your cheeks, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head in his hold. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. “Hongjoong, I-I think it’s best if we end things.” His eyes widened, heart aching due to your words. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could. “I’m the daughter of the man who raped and murdered your sister, Hongjoong. I-I can’t…” you paused, sobs taking over. “I can’t live with that fact. I can’t look at you without thinking about it.”

“I don’t care, Kiah,” he reached out to hold your hands, his own eyes filling with tears. “I love you. Do you understand? I fucking love you. Yes, I was furious when I found out that you were the daughter of that bastard, but you shouldn’t have to suffer because of him. You didn’t even know what he does for a living. It’s not your problem.”

You sniffled. “You don’t h-hate me?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Baby…” he sighed, pulling you into a hug, his own tears rolling down his beautiful face. “I could never hate you. Never. You’re the love of my life. Fuck, I can’t even live without you. These past four days… I felt like I was gonna go insane if I didn’t see you, but I had to give you some space.” You didn’t know what to say.

“There's no me without you,” he continued, gently pushing you away so that he could see your face. “So please… never try to break up with me again. I’d rather die than live without you,” he cried. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest while you both cried together. Hongjoong placed soft kisses onto your head, trying to calm himself and you down.

When your sobs stopped, he gently pushed you away so that he could look at your face. He cupped your cheek, titling your head back before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own in a soft kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against you. “I love you,” he murmured.

You smile slightly. “I love you more.”

Epilogue

“Oh my god! We’re finally here!” Jiwoo squealed, running on the cooling sand. Ateez managed to find out the location of your father's secret hideout in Fiji with the help of Yeosang who used your iris pattern to track the computer. Ateez managed to receive all your father’s possessions and now you all had flown across Fiji for a mini vacation.

“Jiwoo's dream destination is Fiji and now we’re here,” San said, watching his girlfriend with love and adoration. You chuckled, watching San run after Jiwoo to join her little hyper session.

“We’re gonna go rest for a while,” Seonghwa stated, holding Aeji's hand.

Wooyoung smirked. “I know what that means,” he said, earning a smack on his head from the older man before the couple went to their beach house in the chain of houses.

Hongjoong took your hand in his, intertwining it. “We’re gonna rest too. See you all for dinner,” he said, dragging you along to your little beach house.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, sandals leaving prints on the sand, observing the various hues of orange, red, blue, and purple in the beautiful sky as the sun was setting. Hongjoong let go of your hand when you reached your beach house, pausing in his tracks. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he wasn’t going inside.

He cleared his throat, moving his hands to wrap around your waist. “You’re the only one who could tame my temper, as the boys always say," he started, making you giggle. “The only one who could make my heart beat so fast. I’ve never wanted anything more in life than to be with you. You aren’t just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. But now I’d like to change that,” he reached into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box.

Hongjoong got down on one knee, and you gasped, realizing what was about to happen. “I’d like to be upgraded from your boyfriend to your fiancé.” You chuckle at that and he opened the box, revealing a beautiful oval-shaped diamond ring.

“Moon Kiah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Yes!” you squealed, face beaming with happiness. Hongjoong took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He got up and you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. When you pulled away, he grinned before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you. Thank you for bringing light to my life.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too, Joong. So much.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

You couldn’t wait for this new chapter in your life, spending it with Hongjoong by your side for the rest of eternity.

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moonflower-31 · 4 years

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I Won't Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

(This is gonna be a series, so keep an eye out for this one if you like it.)

Summary: So imagine you're in the CM universe if you will. And you're just graduating from the academy. You're looking to join the BAU. You have hyperthymesia, the ability to never forget anything. Except for rare occasions. After the final exam, you run into one Dr. Spencer Reid. Eventually, you get accepted to shadow the BAU on a trial run as an agent. But you have a past that may endanger those you work with. Also, you love Spencer. Cause who doesn't?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader (this makes sense only for storyline, sorry 😞)

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Nervous. So dreadfully nervous you were and am. But here we are. No turning back now.

"Hello, cadets. And welcome to your final exam for your graduation. We hope all of you do well. The FBI, as you know, has many branches. 56, to be exact. We hope that for those of you who pass, that you'll find your calling in one of our offices. For those of you who don't, don't fret. We always allow you to retake the last semester and the exams. The FBI is in desperate need of new agents." The speaker in front of me is seriously loud. Though you don't dare speak up about it.

Associate Deputy Director Gail Franklin spoke with such elegance. She obviously has had practice, you think to yourself as you watch the grey-haired woman speak atop the raised portion of the testing room. You couldn't count how many people even if you tried. And you don't forget anything.

"Psst!"

You groan quietly and try to ignore your idiot but golden-hearted friend who couldn't sit still.

"Psst! (Y/N)!"

You ignore him again, focusing on Franklin's closing commentary.

"I wish you all good luck. Please refrain from beginning your exam until all test-takers have received their tests. Thank you." She then proceeded to turn and begin her trek out of the room, the click of her heels being the only reminder she was even here.

"Psst-! Come on, (Y/N/N)!"

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. Finally, you turn your head and give your dear friend a very annoyed look. "What is it, Gabe? Like seriously, you couldn't sit still through one teansy tiny lecture? From the ADD herself?" You tease, pulling out a #2 pencil from your bag. Sure, most everyone will be using pens, but you remembered that the test scanners prefered graphite.

Gabriel whined teasingly at your jap. "No fair, (Y/N/N)! I just wanted to talk to one of my best friends. That too much to ask?" He sassily remarks, flipping his floppy golden-brown hair.

You rolled your eyes and couldn't help but feel a smile form on your face. You loved him like a brother. But that also meant he annoyed you like one too.

"You couldn't have waited till she was done?" You couldn't help but question him further. It was one of his weaker points. Under pressure, he tended to get uncomfortable.

"Nope." Popping the 'p' he blew a kiss at you. "Anyway, how prepared do you think you are for this test? I almost made it an all-nighter trying to cram everything in again. Fuck me and my terrible memory." You grinned and giggled under your hand.

"Gabriel, I told you, if you ever needed help studying I would be there. You're gonna do fine."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say. You didn't even have to study with that god-given gift of a memory you got."

You bite the inside of your cheek, faking a slight chuckle. Everyone thought remembering everything was a superpower. Sure, if you call superpowered headaches and occasional dizzy spells a super-side-effect.

So, yes, you had the 'gift' of having hyperthymesia. The disorder where you never forgot anything. Of course, there were a few rare occasions, like you could only remember a handful of memories from before you were four. But other than that, you had nothing from your earliest childhood. It made you feel semi-normal.

"It isn't a gift, Gabe. It's only a gift in the academic field. And I'm lucky to have a 'genius' IQ." You huffed in response to Gabriel's little comment.

"Yeah yeah, but you have a filing cabinet for a memory. So why study? You have it all up there." He asks, taking the test packet from the assistant that had finally made it to him.

"Studying, as a science, is a great way to improve your memory, quicken your speed of processing data and important information, and you stretch your mind's capacity for learning. Also it helps me understand a topic better. Just like anyone else."

You take the packet from the assistant and widen your eyes slightly at the size. It was massive. At least the size of your tiniest textbook. You could almost hear Gabriel whimper next to you as he saw how big the packet was. At least you all had three and a half hours. And it wasn't required to get through all of them. Just try to do your best on the written response ones.

You turn to Gabriel and hold out your fist. "Good luck."

Gabriel sighed and gave you a smile before pumping his fist gently against yours. Soon after he made a dramatic explosion noise that only you could hear. You roll your eyes and shake your head again, turning your full attention finally to the large test in front of you.

Here goes nothing, you tell yourself.

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Remarkably, you think you did okay. Of course, you finished the test in the first hour and a half, but who's counting? Certainly not you.

You rub your aching wrists from so much essay work as you exit the testing room. Even with an unbeatable memory like yours, your hands were still human. So they hurt like a bitch.

You sigh and take a quick seat on the bench outside the room, probably sticking out like a sore thumb in a crowd of other cadets who weren't in your graduating class. But you tried not to pay it any mind. You were used to being the 'odd man out'.

You check your phone and smile down at the message your other friend, Iris, had sent you. She wasn't testing for the FBI like you and Gabe. No she was a barista with some mean skills at mixing new drinks. She wanted to open her own cafe and Gabriel and you wanted to support her. She'd been there for you every second of the last five years. You owed her at least a little thanks.

When you look up, you couldn't help but notice a tall, lanky looking man with long, curly hair walking towards you as he looked for…something. You couldn't tell. Probably a map. He had a gun holstered on the side of his belt along with a blurry ID you couldn't read from so far away. But it looked like it said FBI.

You stifled a soft snicker. This guy could say he was a teacher's assistant and if he didn't have the gun on him, you would've believed him.

And that's when you caught his eye and instantly you recognized who this lost puppy was. More specifically, who he belonged to.

"Hi, uh I'm Dr. Spe-" he began, looking a bit nervous as he began to introduce himself.

"Dr. Spencer Reid. From the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I've heard of you." You accidentally interrupt. "Sorry. I don't forget names easily. I don't forget them ever, really."

Nervously, you rub your hand on your neck, waiting for his response. And surprisingly, it wasn't one you expected.

Spencer widened his eyes a bit in wonder that someone knew of him that he hadn't met before on a case. And she knew which branch he worked in. He blushed a bit, growing a tad tongue tied.

"S-sorry, I'm Cadet (L/N)."

Spencer raised an eyebrow. He wondered why you didn't give him your first name. But he didn't pry. It was your personal business. And besides, it wasn't like he needed to know your first name.

"U-uh yeah, actually. I-I wanted to ask you if you knew where I could get a glimpse of a map. Just so I can find my way around. I'm here for a 'lecture' that I'm helping give the graduating class of FBI agents." He couldn't help but brag a tiny bit. "It doesn't start for another 3 hours, but I like to be prepared."

You smiled up at this tall nerd. And an incredibly cute one at that. He was so out of place you sympathized with him. He was basically you. In like, every academic scene you've ever been in.

"Understandable. I'll be seeing you there hopefully. I'm a part of that class." You grinned. "But yeah, here's the map," you say, pulling up a digital map on your phone. Spencer leaned over your shoulder and looked it over. You couldn't help but shiver slightly at the sound of his breathing so close to your ear. It felt eerily calming.

"Really?" He asked after he pulled away from your shoulder. "T-thank you for the map, by the way." He adds last-minute. You giggle gently and nod.

"Yep. The test only started an hour and about 45 minutes ago, so I gotta wait a little while." Groaning playfully you shrug at him, crossing your arms to get more comfortable. You wouldn't lie, he was seriously cute. Of course, you'd seen him before on your secret internet dives. But in-person was so much better than sitting behind a screen gawking over a photo. An ID photo no less.

"You already finished?"

There it was. The immediate doubt of your intelligence everyone had when you accidentally showed your smarts. You sighed. "Yeah. Kinda hard not to with an IQ of 167 and a memory that pretty much never fails." You shrugged nervously, looking away as you braced yourself for his incoming doubt.

"Oh. Hyperthymesia, right?" He inquires. You blink a few times and look at him like he just said something so foreign you didn't know how to respond.

"U-uh...y-yeah. It's rare, but I got it. How'd you know?"

"It was more of an educated guess. See, you bite the inside of your cheek when you're nervous," he points out. You in fact, were biting your cheek as he spoke. "And you seem unintimidated by me despite knowing of my position. You only grew nervous when I mentioned anything academic. Which proves to me you're used to being the smartest kid in the room. And having to explain why every time." He finishes, leaving you a gigantic puddle of impressed and embarrassed that he had profiled all of that from only a few minutes from conversation.

"Geez, didn't expect to get profiled today. You're really good at it, you know. Well, I mean you would be. 'Cause you w-work for the BAU." You begin to ramble, groaning internally for suddenly turning into an awkward blob in front of this professional.

Spencer smiled a bit wider and let out a soft laugh. "So, y-you want to work for the BAU?"

You look at him puzzled for a moment before you remember that he'd been profiling you for the past five or so minutes. "Right, profiler…" you mutter. "Y-yeah. It's kinda been a dream of mine for years. Police officer never really appealed to me. I wanted to get into the real deal. Catch the hard criminals. Give myself a challenge, you know?" You rattle off, realizing just how comfortable you'd grown to Spencer in the short conversation you've had.

Spencer nodded. "It was always a dream of mine as well. I was kinda groomed for it." He admitted. "S-so… any jitters at all? Did you know that t-the common feeling of nervousness or 'butterflies' is actually caused by the reduced blood flow to the abdomen. Your stomach's sensory nerves sense the lack of oxygen and blood and it produces the fluttery feeling you get before a test or before a big performance."

You smile brighter. "Really? I never thought of that. I always just thought it was a signal your brain sent or something. That's interesting. I'm kinda glad I won't forget that."

Spencer felt his surprise increase again. You hadn't cut him off. There was no 'Sorry I asked' or awkward asking if he always did this. You actually listened. And you wanted to hear more! He didn't think he'd ever find someone willing to listen.

"H-heh…" Spencer chuckled. "W-well did you know that most people will forget 50 percent of the information you've been taught in one hour will be forgotten? A-and in 24 hours more than 75% of the information is gone. That's why studying is so important. It helps retain that information so it doesn't 'slip' as easily." He begins to rattle off again, quite glad he found someone who actually wanted to hear his statistics. It was a good cover for his nervousness about talking to this incredibly gorgeous woman.

You tilt your head in interest, laughing gently. "That's what I keep saying! Yet everyone always asks 'Why study if you remember everything?'" You exclaim, making a whiny voice expression for the impression of absolutely every bully you'd had ever.

A darker skinned man, who was much more gifted physically walked over as you and Spencer continued your conversation. He wrapped an arm around Spencer teasingly and nodded to you.

"Hope this pretty boy ain't bothering you baby girl." He greets. "He's great once you get to know him."

Spencer just looks annoyed at this man's sudden presence. "Seriously, Morgan? We were actually having a conversation before you butted in." He grumbled annoyedly. Then you remember the face. This was SSA Derek Morgan. You'd seen him in some pictures with Spencer. He wasn't too bad looking. In fact, you knew Iris would climb him faster than a squirrel did a tree. But Spencer was a bit more your type.

Morgan raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. "Oh really? So now pretty boy's talking to girls?" He teases, letting Spencer free from his suffocating hold. He then extends a hand out to me. "Derek-" he started.

"Derek Morgan. SSA from the BAU. Yeah, I know about you." You grinned. He looked you up and down a bit in the same interest that Spencer had. That soon was replaced by a confident smile.

"So you know of me." He said in a clearly flirtatious tone. "Don't tell me you've been searching up my pictures in your freetime, babygirl." He flirts.

You roll your eyes and take his hand, shaking it firmly. "No, I haven't. Though I have heard of you from my classes. But if I'm honest?" You begin. "I'm really wishing I could forget that comment." You sassily respond. He laughed.

"No one ever forgets, Babygirl." He grinned.

Spencer sighed and turned to Morgan in annoyance. "Morgan." He deadpanned. You looked towards him and giggled a little. It was clear Spencer had wanted to talk to only you. Maybe it was something to do with the statistics. You had a feeling that he felt he was finally being listened to.

"What? I'm just introducing myself to one of the new cadets." He insists, raising two hands up in defeat.

"Did you just profile me without my permission?" You ask him with fake offense. He laughed.

"Did I need to ask, sweetheart?" He asks. You chuckle.

"Guess not." You shrug.

"What's your name, beautiful? A pretty face has got to have a pretty name." He flirted.

"I'm Cadet (L/N)."

Morgan raised an eyebrow, fully ready to ask why the hold-up on your first name when Spencer thankfully saved you an explanation.

"She didn't share it with me either. Probably a mode of trust." He explains. Morgan shrugged.

"I'll find out eventually. You'll give it away." He insists.

"Uh huh, sure I will." You tease.

"Reid, Morgan, we need to prepare." You hear a third voice call the two men away from you. You stand a bit on your tiptoes to get a good look at who it was that was speaking.

Aaron Hotchner walked towards the three of you almost with a purpose. So much confidence in one man.

"Who is this?" He asked.

"I'm Cadet (L/N), Agent Hotchner. It's a pleasure to meet you." You greet, holding out a hand to him. Hotch raised an eyebrow at you in interest before shaking your hand in earnest.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I've heard of your excellent grades and work in your studies. I hope to see you among the enlistees requesting the BAU." He greets, letting his hand fall back to his side.

"That's the plan, Agent Hotchner." You chip pleasantly. Morgan seems genuinely surprised.

"Wait, you're interested in the BAU? Profile me." He insisted. You blush from the sudden spotlight.

"W-what?" You ask.

"Morgan, that's enough." Hotch warns.

"Leave her alone, Morgan." Spencer expressed.

"No, it's fine." You assure. "Well, from the looks of your attire compared to your colleagues, I'd say you hate wearing formal clothing. Prefer to be comfortable. Your consistent flirty personality is mostly a show, as you wouldn't really flirt with someone you just met the way you flirted with me. So you either have someone in mind, or have a partner at home. And besides that, the way you greeted Dr. Reid proves you think of him as a younger brother, and you treat him like the brother you never had." You finished, a pleading voice in the back of your head screaming at you in hopes that you hadn't gone too far.

Instead of being offended, Morgan began to smile and grinned, clearly impressed. "She's actually pretty good." He comments to Hotch, glancing to Spencer and then back to you. "You'd make a good profiler." He compliments. You smile happily and full of relief at him.

"I sure hope so. Anyway, you should probably get going to the auditorium. The mics are a pain to tune and figure out, so I'd get it done now." You giggle slightly.

Spencer nodded and smiled at you. "T-thank you, again. Cadet (L/N)."

You couldn't help but blush a tad as he said your title. "Of course, Dr. Reid. Anytime you need directions." You tease.

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "What about me?" He teased back. You mock think about it for a moment before you reply.

"Sorry, I think you can figure it out, pretty boy." You joke, winking at him. He smiled brightly at your sass, chuckling a bit.

Hotch then got your attention very easily. "It was a pleasure to meet you again, (L/N)."

"You too. Good luck on the lecture." You bid them all fair well and turn around to take your seat again.

"Ooh, somebody's in looove~!" You hear Gabriel sing in a sing-song voice. You chuckle and shake your head.

"I am not in love, Gabriel. You just started eying the pretty boy I was talking to. You know, handsome black guy?" You tease.

"Hmm, yeah, probably. But seriously. I saw you looking at that other kid, the professor's-aide-looking guy, like he was a mountain of sugar. And I know sugar." He teased, sipping a coke he had obviously bought after the test.

"Oh shut up. Have you heard from Iris yet?" You ask.

"Nope. She's probably busy over at The Bean. We should go visit. Tell her about your rendezvous with Mr. Teacher's aid." Gabriel snickered.

"No, we are not telling Iris anything. You know how she gets. She gets all protective, and then nobody wants to go out with me cause they're all scared of her." You groan, stealing his coke for a moment.

Gabriel smirks at you. "So you admit that you like him?" He teases. You immediately realize your mistake and groan, covering your reddening face.

Gabriel chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "Come on, sugar-tits. Let's get out of here for a lil' bit. Come back for that 'lecture' in like an hour." He teased. You bring your hands away from your face and sigh.

Did you really like him? Maybe. It was probably just an internet crush. Nothing more. It wasn't like it could get worse.

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 15: Spiders Aren't Water Proof

The next afternoon, June 14, seven days before the solstice, our train rolled into Denver. We hadn't eaten since the night before in the dining car, somewhere in Kansas. We hadn't taken a shower since Half-Blood Hill, and I was sure that was obvious. "Let's try to contact Chiron," Annabeth said. "I want to tell him about your talk with the river spirit." "We can't use phones, right?" "I'm not talking about phones." We wandered through downtown for about half an hour, though I wasn't sure what Annabeth was looking for. The air was dry and hot, which felt weird after the humidity of St. Louis. Everywhere we turned, the Rocky Mountains seemed to be staring at me, like a tidal wave about to crash into the city. Finally we found an empty do-it-yourself car wash. We veered toward the stall farthest from the street, keeping our eyes open for patrol cars. We were four adolescents hanging out at a car wash without a car; any cop worth his doughnuts would figure we were up to no good. "What exactly are we doing?" Percy asked, as Grover took out the spray gun. "It's seventy-five cents," he grumbled. "I've only got two quarters left. Annabeth?" "Don't look at me," she said. "The dining car wiped me out." I fished out my last bit of change and passed Grover a quarter, which left me two nickels and one drachma from Medusa's place. "Excellent," Grover said. "We could do it with a spray bottle, of course, but the connection isn't as good, and my arm gets tired of pumping." "What are you talking about?" He fed in the quarters and set the knob to FINE MIST. "I-M'ing." "Instant messaging?" "Iris-messaging," Annabeth corrected. "The rainbow goddess Iris carries messages for the gods. If you know how to ask, and she's not too busy, she'll do the same for half-bloods." "You summon the goddess with a spray gun?" Grover pointed the nozzle in the air and water hissed out in a thick white mist. "Unless you know an easier way to make a rainbow."

Sure enough, late afternoon light filtered through the vapor and broke into colors. Annabeth held her palm out to me. "Drachma, please." I handed it over. She raised the coin over her head. "O goddess, accept our offering." She threw the drachma into the rainbow. It disappeared in a golden shimmer. "Half-Blood Hill," Annabeth requested. For a moment, nothing happened. Then I was looking through the mist at strawberry fields, and the Long Island Sound in the distance. We seemed to be on the porch of the Big House. Standing with his back to us at the railing was a sandy-haired guy in shorts and an orange tank top. He was holding a bronze sword and seemed to be staring intently at something down in the meadow. "Luke!" I called. He turned, eyes wide. I could swear he was standing three feet in front of me through a screen of mist, except I could only see the part of him that appeared in the rainbow. "Y/N!" His scarred face broke into a grin. "Is that Annabeth and Percy, too? Thank the gods! Are you guys okay?" "We're... uh... fine," Annabeth stammered. She was madly straightening her dirty T-shirt, trying to comb the loose hair out of her face. "We thought—Chiron—I mean—" "He's down at the cabins." Luke's smile faded. "We're having some issues with the campers. Listen, is everything cool with you? Is Grover all right?" "I'm right here," Grover called. He held the nozzle out to one side and stepped into Luke's line of vision. "What kind of issues?" Just then a big Lincoln Continental pulled into the car wash with its stereo turned to maximum hip-hop. As the car slid into the next stall, the bass from the subwoofers vibrated so much, it shook the pavement. "Chiron had to—what's that noise?" Luke yelled. "I'll take care of it.'" Annabeth yelled back, looking very relieved to have an excuse to get out of sight. "Grover, come on! "What?" Grover said. "But—" "Give Percy the nozzle and come on!" she ordered. Grover muttered something about girls being harder to understand than the Oracle at Delphi, then he handed me the spray gun and followed Annabeth. Percy readjusted the hose so we could keep the rainbow going and still see Luke. "Chiron had to break up a fight," Luke shouted to me over the music. "Things are pretty tense here, guys. Word leaked out about the Zeus—Poseidon standoff. We're still not sure how—probably the same scumbag who summoned the hellhound. Now the campers are starting to take sides. It's shaping up like the Trojan War all over again. Aphrodite, Ares, and Apollo are backing Poseidon, more or less. Athena is backing Zeus." In the next stall, I heard Annabeth and some guy arguing with each other, then the music's volume decreased drastically. "So what's your status?" Luke asked us. "Chiron will be sorry he missed you." We told him pretty much everything, including Percy's dreams. It felt so good to see him, to feel like I was back at camp even for a few minutes, that I didn't realize how long I had talked until the beeper went off on the spray machine, and I realized I only had one more minute before the water shut off. "I wish I could be there," Luke told me. "We can't help much from here, I'm afraid, but listen... it had to be Hades who took the master bolt. He was there at Olympus at the winter solstice. I was chaperoning a field trip and we saw him." "But Chiron said the gods can't take each other's magic items directly." "That's true," Luke said, looking troubled. "Still... Hades has the helm of darkness. How could anybody else sneak into the throne room and steal the master bolt? You'd have to be invisible." We were both silent, until Luke seemed to realize what he'd said. "Oh, hey," he protested. "I didn't mean Annabeth. She and I have known each other forever. She would never... I mean, she's like a little sister to me." I wondered if Annabeth would like that description. In the stall next to us, the music stopped completely. A man screamed in terror, car doors slammed, and the Lincoln peeled out of the car wash. "You'd better go see what that was," Luke said. "Listen, has the knife come in handy?" "Very..." I smiled. "The knife is really perfect." "And Percy, are you wearing the flying shoes? I'll feel better if I know they've done you some good." "Oh... uh, yeah!" Percy tried not to sound like a guilty liar. "Yeah, they've come in handy." "Really?" He grinned. "They fit and everything?" The water shut off. The mist started to evaporate. "Well, take care of yourself out there in Denver," Luke called, his voice getting fainter. "And tell Grover it'll be better this time! Nobody will get turned into a pine tree if he just—" But the mist was gone, and Luke's image faded to nothing. We were alone in a wet, empty car wash stall. Annabeth and Grover came around the corner, laughing, but stopped when they saw our face. Annabeth's smile faded. "What happened, Percy? What did Luke say?" "Not much," Percy lied. "Come on, let's find some dinner." A few minutes later, we were sitting at a booth in a gleaming chrome diner. All around us, families were eating burgers and drinking malts and sodas. Finally the waitress came over. She raised her eyebrow skeptically. "Well?" I said, "We, um, want to order dinner." "You kids have money to pay for it?" Grover's lower lip quivered. I was afraid he would start bleating, or worse, start eating the linoleum. Annabeth looked ready to pass out from hunger. I was trying to think up a sob story for the waitress when a rumble shook the whole building; a motorcycle the size of a baby elephant had pulled up to the curb. All conversation in the diner stopped. The motorcycle's headlight glared red. Its gas tank had flames painted on it, and a shotgun holster riveted to either side, complete with shotguns. The seat was leather—but leather that looked like... well, Caucasian human skin. The guy on the bike would've made pro wrestlers run for Mama. He was dressed in a red muscle shirt and black jeans and a black leather duster, with a hunting knife strapped to his thigh. He wore red wraparound shades, and he had the cruelest, most brutal face I'd ever seen— handsome, I guess, but wicked—with an oily black crew cut and cheeks that were scarred from many, many fights. The weird thing was, I felt like I'd seen his face somewhere before. As he walked into the diner, a hot, dry wind blew through the place. All the people rose, as if they were hypnotized, but the biker waved his hand dismissively and they all sat down again. Everybody went back to their conversations. The waitress blinked, as if somebody had just pressed the rewind button on her brain. She asked us again, "You kids have money to pay for it?" The biker said, "It's on me." He slid into our booth, which was way too small for him, and crowded Annabeth against the window. He looked up at the waitress, who was gaping at him, and said, "Are you still here?" He pointed at her, and she stiffened. She turned as if she'd been spun around, then marched back toward the kitchen. The biker looked at me. I couldn't see his eyes behind the red shades. Who did this guy think he was? He gave me a wicked grin. "So you're the unclaimed kid, huh? No wonder they're arguing over who your parent is." I squinted at him, "The hell does my parents have to do with this?" "Well, which ever stuck up your parent is, the big guys upstairs are angry for interfering with your life." He said and placed his dirty boots on the table. "Your parent raised you with your mortal idiots, that's why no one can smell you." I could tell Annabeth wanted to say something but she probably was processing what this guy said. "Don't call my parents idiot. And I only have two parents, it's M/N and D/N L/N." I glared. I was confused as to why an Olympian would raise me and it'd hide my scent. Shouldn't it make worse? "Sure thing." He then turned to Percy who was beside me. "And old seaweed's kid." "What's it to you?" Percy spat. Annabeth's eyes flashed him a warning. "Percy, this is—" The biker raised his hand. "S'okay," he said. "I don't mind a little attitude. Long as you remember who's the boss. You know who I am, little cousin?" Then it struck me why this guy looked familiar. He had the same vicious sneer as some of the kids at Camp Half-Blood, the ones from cabin five. "You're Clarisse's dad," Percy said. "Ares, god of war." Ares grinned and took off his shades. Where his eyes should've been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions. "That's right, punk. I heard you broke Clarisse's spear." "She was asking for it." "Probably. That's cool. I don't fight my kids' fights, you know? What I'm here for—I heard you were in town. I got a little proposition for you." The waitress came back with heaping trays of food—cheeseburgers, fries, onion rings, and chocolate shakes. Ares handed her a few gold drachmas. She looked nervously at the coins. "But, these aren't..." Ares pulled out his huge knife and started cleaning his fingernails. "Problem, sweetheart?" The waitress swallowed, then left with the gold. "You can't do that," I told Ares. "You can't just threaten people with a knife." Ares laughed. "Are you kidding? I love this country. Best place since Sparta. Don't you carry a weapon, punk? You should. Dangerous world out there. Which brings me to my proposition." He turned to Percy, "I need you to do me a favor." "What favor could I do for a god?" "Something a god doesn't have time to do himself. It's nothing much. I left my shield at an abandoned water park here in town. I was going on a little... date with my girlfriend. We were interrupted. I left my shield behind. I want you to fetch it for me." "Why don't you go back and get it yourself?" The fire in his eye sockets glowed a little hotter. "Why don't I turn you into a prairie dog and run you over with my Harley? Because I don't feel like it. A god is giving you an opportunity to prove yourself, Percy Jackson. Will you prove yourself a coward?" He leaned forward. "Or maybe you only fight when there's a river to dive into, so your daddy can protect you." I wanted to punch this guy, but I knew he was waiting for that. He'd love it if I attacked. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. But by the gods I want to smack him. Maybe some other time. "We're not interested," I said. "We've already got a quest." Ares's fiery eyes made me see things I didn't want to see—blood and smoke and corpses on the battlefield. "I know all about your quest, punk. When that item was first stolen, Zeus sent his best out looking for it: Apollo, Athena, Artemis, and me, naturally. If I couldn't sniff out a weapon that powerful..." He licked his lips, as if the very thought of the master bolt made him hungry. "Well... if I couldn't find it, you got no hope. Nevertheless, I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. Your dad and I go way back. After all, I'm the one who told him my suspicions about old Corpse Breath." "You told him Hades stole the bolt?" "Sure. Framing somebody to start a war. Oldest trick in the book. I recognized it immediately. In a way, you got me to thank for your little quest." "Thanks," Percy grumbled. "Hey, I'm a generous guy. Just do my little job, and I'll help you on your way. I'll arrange a ride west for you and your friends." "We're doing fine on our own." "Yeah, right. No money. No wheels. No clue what you're up against. Help me out, and maybe I'll tell you something you need to know. Something about your mom and Y/N's parents." "Our parents?" He grinned. "That got your attention. The water park is a mile west on Delancy. You can't miss it. Look for the Tunnel of Love ride." "What interrupted your date?" I asked. "Something scare you off?" Ares bared his teeth, but I'd seen his threatening look before on Clarisse. There was something false about it, almost like he was nervous. "You're lucky you met me, punk, and not one of the other Olympians. They're not as forgiving of rudeness as I am. I'll meet you back here when you're done. Don't disappoint me." After that I must have fainted, or fallen into a trance, because when I opened my eyes again, Ares was gone. I might've thought the conversation had been a dream, but Annabeth and Grover's expressions told me otherwise. "Not good," Grover said. "Ares sought you out, Percy. This is not good." I stared out the window. The motorcycle had disappeared. Did Ares really know something about our parents, or was he just playing with me? Now that he was gone, all the anger had drained out of me. I realized Ares must love to mess with people's emotions. That was his power—cranking up the passions so badly, they clouded your ability to think. He does not lie. He knows about your parents. "It's probably some kind of trick, Y/N," Percy said. "Forget Ares. Let's just go." "We can't," Annabeth said. "Look, I hate Ares as much as anybody, but you don't ignore the gods unless you want serious bad fortune. He wasn't kidding about turning you into a rodent." "Why does he need us?" "Maybe it's a problem that requires brains," Annabeth said. "Ares has strength. That's all he has. Even strength has to bow to wisdom sometimes." "But this water park... he acted almost scared. What would make a war god run away like that?" Annabeth and Grover glanced nervously at each other. Annabeth said, "I'm afraid we'll have to find out." The sun was sinking behind the mountains by the time we found the water park. Judging from the sign, it once had been called WATERLAND, but now some of the letters were smashed out, so it read WAT R A D. The main gate was padlocked and topped with barbed wire. Inside, huge dry waterslides and tubes and pipes curled everywhere, leading to empty pools. Old tickets and advertisements fluttered around the asphalt. With night coming on, the place looked sad and creepy. "If Ares brings his girlfriend here for a date," I said, staring up at the barbed wire, "I'd hate to see what she looks like." "Y/N," Annabeth warned. "Be more respectful." "Why? I thought you hated Ares." "He's still a god. And his girlfriend is very temperamental." "You don't want to insult her looks," Grover added. "Who is she? Echidna?" "No, Aphrodite," Grover said, a little dreamily. "Goddess of love." "I thought she was married to somebody," Percy said. "Hephaestus." "What's your point?" he asked. I suddenly felt the need to change the subject. "So how do we get in?" "Maia!" Grover's shoes sprouted wings. He flew over the fence, did an unintended somersault in midair, then stumbled to a landing on the opposite side. He dusted off his jeans, as if he'd planned the whole thing. "You guys coming?" Annabeth, Percy and I had to climb the old-fashioned way, holding down the barbed wire for each other as we crawled over the top. The shadows grew long as we walked through the park, checking out the attractions. There was Ankle Biter Island, Head Over Wedgie, and Dude, Where's My Swimsuit? No monsters came to get us. Nothing made the slightest noise. We found a souvenir shop that had been left open. Merchandise still lined the shelves: snow globes, pencils, postcards, and racks of— "Clothes," Annabeth said. "Fresh clothes." "Oh my gods yes." "Yeah," Percy said. "But you can't just—" "Watch us." She snatched an entire row of stuff of the racks and offered me a hand which I graciously took, together we disappeared into the changing room. "I need a shower." I groaned, while I changed. "We all do." She pointed out. A few minutes later we came out in Waterland flower-print shorts, a big red Waterland T-shirt, and commemorative Waterland surf shoes. A Waterland backpack was slung over our shoulders, obviously stuffed with more goodies. "What the heck." Grover shrugged. Soon, all three of us were decked out like walking advertisements for the defunct theme park. We continued searching for the Tunnel of Love. I got the feeling that the whole park was holding its breath. "So Ares and Aphrodite," Percy said, to keep my mind off the growing dark, "they have a thing going?" "That's old gossip, Percy," Annabeth told us. "Three-thousand-year-old gossip." "What about Aphrodite's husband?" "Well, you know," she said. "Hephaestus. The blacksmith. He was crippled when he was a baby, thrown off Mount Olympus by Zeus. So he isn't exactly handsome. Clever with his hands, and all, but Aphrodite isn't into brains and talent, you know?" "She likes bikers." "Whatever." "Hephaestus knows?" "Oh sure," Annabeth said. "He caught them together once. I mean, literally caught them, in a golden net, and invited all the gods to come and laugh at them. Hephaestus is always trying to embarrass them. That's why they meet in out-of-the-way places, like..." She stopped, looking straight ahead. "Like that." In front of us was an empty pool that would've been awesome for skateboarding. It was at least fifty yards across and shaped like a bowl. Around the rim, a dozen bronze statues of Cupid stood guard with wings spread and bows ready to fire. On the opposite side from us, a tunnel opened up, probably where the water flowed into when the pool was full. The sign above it read, THRILL RIDE O' LOVE: THIS IS NOT YOUR PARENTS' TUNNEL OF LOVE! Grover crept toward the edge. "Guys, look." Marooned at the bottom of the pool was a pink-and-white two-seater boat with a canopy over the top and little hearts painted all over it. In the left seat, glinting in the fading light, was Ares's shield, a polished circle of bronze. "This is too easy," I said. "So we just walk down there and get it?" Annabeth ran her fingers along the base of the nearest Cupid statue. "There's a Greek letter carved here," she said. "Eta. I wonder..." "Grover," Percy said, "you smell any monsters?" He sniffed the wind. "Nothing." "Nothing—like, in-the-Arch-and-you-didn't-smell-Echidna nothing, or really nothing?" Grover looked hurt. "I told you, that was underground." "Hey Percy, that wasn't nice." I glared. "Okay, I'm sorry." Percy took a deep breath. "I'm going down there." Pulling out my knife, "There isn't any monsters." "I'll go with Percy." Grover didn't sound too enthusiastic, but I got the feeling he was trying to make up for what had happened in St. Louis. "No," Percy told him. "I want you to stay up top with the flying shoes. You're the Red Baron, a flying ace, remember? I'll be counting on you for backup, in case something goes wrong." Grover puffed up his chest a little. "Sure. But what could go wrong?" "I don't know. Just a feeling. Y/N, will go with me—" "Yeah, I can go with." "Didn't take you as a romantic Seaweed Brain." Annabeth smirked. "What?" Percy's face was burning now, too. It made me laugh at how adorable he was. He turned to me and blushed even more. "Fine," he told us. "I'll do it myself." "Percy, I didn't say i don't want to come with!" I giggled. He started down the side of the pool, I followed, I hear him muttering about how this wasn't how its supposed go. Then I realized how we would've been surrounded by water. "Arthur Curry, if I drown I will beg Hades to have you." He paused and turned to take my hand and we continued walking. We reached the boat. The shield was propped on one seat, and next to it was a lady's silk scarf. I tried to imagine Ares and Aphrodite here, a couple of gods meeting in a junked-out amusement-park ride. Why? Then I noticed something I hadn't seen from up top: mirrors all the way around the rim of the pool, facing this spot. We could see ourselves no matter which direction we looked. That must be it. While Ares and Aphrodite were smooching with each other they could look at their favorite people: themselves. Percy picked up the scarf. It shimmered pink, and the perfume was indescribable—rose, or mountain laurel. He smiled, a little dreamy, and was about to rub the scarf against his cheek I frowned ripped it out of his hand and stuffed it in me pocket. "No." "What?" "Just get the shield, Arthur Curry, and let's get out of here." The moment he touched the shield, I knew we were in trouble. My hand broke through something that had been connecting it to the dashboard. A cobweb, I thought, but then I looked at a strand of it on my palm and saw it was some kind of metal filament, so fine it was almost invisible. A trip wire. "Wait," I said. "Too late." "There's another Greek letter on the side of the boat, another Eta. This is a trap." Noise erupted all around us, of a million gears grinding, as if the whole pool were turning into one giant machine. Grover yelled, "Guys!" Up on the rim, the Cupid statues were drawing their bows into firing position. Before I could suggest taking cover, they shot, but not at us. They fired at each other, across the rim of the pool. Silky cables trailed from the arrows, arcing over the pool and anchoring where they landed to form a huge golden asterisk. Then smaller metallic threads started weaving together magically between the main strands, making a net. "We have to get out," Percy said. "Woah I didn't know!" I said. Percy grabbed the shield and holding my hand we ran, but going up the slope of the pool was not as easy as going down. "I'm going to drown again aren't I? "Come on!" Grover shouted. He was trying to hold open a section of the net for us, but wherever he touched it, the golden threads started to wrap around his hands. The Cupids' heads popped open. Out came video cameras. Spotlights rose up all around the pool, blinding us with illumination, and a loudspeaker voice boomed: "Live to Olympus in one minute ... Fifty-nine seconds, fifty-eight ..." "Hephaestus!" Annabeth screamed. "I'm so stupid.' Eta is H.' He made this trap to catch his wife with Ares. Now we're going to be broadcast live to Olympus and look like absolute fools!" We'd almost made it to the rim when the row of mirrors opened like hatches and thousands of tiny metallic... things poured out. It was an army of wind-up creepy-crawlies: bronze-gear bodies, spindly legs, little pincer mouths, all scuttling toward us in a wave of clacking, whirring metal. "Spiders!" I said. I kicked these pests. Percy pulled me up and dragged my back toward the boat. "I am not staying here! I am so going to drown again!" The things were coming out from all around the rim now, millions of them, flooding toward the center of the pool, completely surrounding us. I told myself they probably weren't programmed to kill, just corral us and bite us and make us look stupid. Then again, this was a trap meant for gods. And we weren't gods. Percy and I climbed into the boat. Percy started kicking away the spiders as they swarmed aboard. I was swatting away some that I could. "Thirty, twenty-nine," called the loudspeaker. The spiders started spitting out strands of metal thread, trying to tie us down. The strands were easy enough to break at first, but there were so many of them, and the spiders just kept coming. I kicked one away from Percy's leg and its pincers took a chunk out of my new surf shoe. Annabeth was frozen from where she stood trying to keep away from us as much as possible. Grover hovered above the pool in his flying sneakers, trying to pull the net loose, but it wouldn't budge. Think, I told myself. Think. The Tunnel of Love entrance was under the net. We could use it as an exit, except that it was blocked by a million robot spiders. "Fifteen, fourteen," the loudspeaker called. Then I saw them: huge water pipes behind the mirrors, where the spiders had come from. And up above the net, next to one of the Cupids, a glass-windowed booth that must be the controller's station. "Annabeth!" Percy yelled. "Get into that booth! Find the 'on' switch!" Snapping out of her trance she turned. "But—" "Do it!" Annabeth was in the controller's booth now, staring at the buttons. "Five, four—" Annabeth sighed and started pushing every button, then looked up at us hopelessly, raising her hands. She was letting us know that she'd pushed every button, but still nothing was happening. "Y/N, I won't let you drown, just hold on!" I didn't think twice on nodding. Percy closed his eyes. "Two, one, zero!" Water exploded out of the pipes. It roared into the pool, sweeping away the spiders. He pulled me into the seat next to us and fastened me seat belt just as the tidal wave slammed into our boat, over the top, whisking the spiders away and dousing us completely, but not capsizing us. The boat turned, lifted in the flood, and spun in circles around the whirlpool. He held my hand tight afraid I'll drown the moment he lets go. The water was full of short-circuiting spiders, some of them smashing against the pool's concrete wall with such force they burst. Spotlights glared down at us. The Cupid-cams were rolling, live to Olympus. Percy and I held tight, both of us screaming as the boat shot curls and hugged corners and took forty-five-degree plunges past pictures of Romeo and Juliet and a bunch of other Valentine's Day stuff. Then we were out of the tunnel, the night air whistling through our hair as the boat barreled straight toward the exit. If the ride had been in working order, we would've sailed off a ramp between the golden Gates of Love and splashed down safely in the exit pool. But there was a problem. The Gates of Love were chained. Two boats that had been washed out of the tunnel before us were now piled against the barricade—one submerged, the other cracked in half. Jump. We have to jump. "Unfasten your seat belt," I yelled to Percy. Who already had his belt unfastened. "Jumping?" "We're going to have to jump for it." My idea was simple and insane. As the boat struck, we would use its force like a springboard to jump the gate. I'd heard of people surviving car crashes that way, getting thrown thirty or forty feet away from an accident. With luck, we would land in the pool. Hopefully not drown. Percy nodded. He gripped my hand as the gates got closer. "On my mark," I said. On mine. Jump when 'I' say so Perseus Jackson. He looked at me reluctantly. "How?" "What?" You'll know when I say so. "Fine." He shouted. "Jump when I jump!" "How would I know?!" "You'll say it!" "What?!" "Just tell me when to jump!!" "Now!" I yelled. I was about to jump when Percy pulled me closer. "Not yet! You didn't say it yet." Jump Hero. Percy jumped. I followed him. Crack! He was right. If we'd jumped when I thought we should've, we would've crashed into the gates. He got us maximum lift. Our boat smashed into the pileup and we were thrown into the air, straight over the gates, the pool was getting closer. I was going to drown again. Something grabbed me from behind. I yelled, "Ouch!" Grover! In midair, he had grabbed Percy by the shirt, and me by the arm, and was trying to pull us out of a crash landing, but we had all the momentum. "You're too heavy!" Grover said. "We're going down!" We spiraled toward the ground, Grover doing his best to slow the fall. We smashed into a photo-board, Grover's head going straight into the hole where tourists would put their faces, pretending to be Noo-Noo the Friendly Whale. Percy and I tumbled to the ground, banged up but alive. Ares's shield was still on Percy's arm. "Are you okay?" Percy panted. "Yeah... I didn't drown." Once we caught our breath, Percy and I went over to help Annabeth who was getting Grover out of the photo-board and thanked him for saving our lives. I looked back at the Thrill Ride of Love. The water was subsiding. Our boat had been smashed to pieces against the gates. A hundred yards away, at the entrance pool, the Cupids were still filming. The statues had swiveled so that their cameras were trained straight on us, the spotlights in our faces. I walked closer, "You guys suck." I blew blasphemy at the camera. Percy pulled me away. "Show's over!" Percy yelled. "Thank you! Good night!" The Cupids turned back to their original positions. The lights shut off. The park went quiet and dark again, except for the gentle trickle of water into the Thrill Ride of Love's exit pool. I wondered if Olympus had gone to a commercial break, or if our ratings had been any good. I hated being teased. I hated being tricked. And I had plenty of experience handling bullies who liked to do that stuff to me. Percy hefted the shield on his arm and turned to us friends. "We need to have a little talk with Ares."

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A few weeks later...

November 2nd - 04:05 PM

Nero was walking alone in the middle of a small city on the mainland; despite the weather being brisk, he was wearing his jacket. It was new, but it was like his old one, which had blue leather, zipped with the hood up. He walked slowly but not in a straight line, hands pocketed, and pissed off. His eyes were sunken in, and his beard the length similar to his uncle's.

On his back, he carried his brand new sword Nico made using the remains of his previous one:

"Devil Queen"

Category: Human-made

Type: Slash and Magic Catalyst

User(s): Nero

Description: The ultimate version of Nero's old Red Queen. Its revving function is now fuelled by Nero's demon magic.

The new sword was quite similar to the previous one, but with a few upgrades; it has a chainsaw on one side and a typical blade on the other side. The engine grew a bit in size with larger exhausts. At the end of the handle, a keychain was made of a feather from the man's spectral wings.

From the shadows came a few Riots, Baphomets and Hell Cainas. They slowly circled around him, sensing the rageful aura that surrounded him.

A few Baphomets started the fight by casting ice spikes under Nero's feet. He easily avoided them by jumping backward; while he did so, he grabbed his sword.

At his last jump, two Riots jumped over him. He had no trouble at all grabbing them by the neck with his Devil Bringers. When the Hell Cainas started to approach, he threw the two lizards at the Baphomets that barely could get out of the way in time and ended up being smashed against the ground.

A Hell Caina swung their scythe towards Nero's chest. He swiftly parried the attack. Others of its kind got closer and started to sword fight Nero, but he could parry and defend every single swing. At the same time, he shot at the jumping Riots with his recently upgraded gun, which now also had a key charm made with another feather of his spectral wings.

Carnage Rose

Category: Human-made

Type: Fire gun and Magic Catalyst

User(s): Nero

Description: With the upgrade, the gun shoots faster. It's easier to channel Nero's magic through it, making him able to use the special spectral projectiles he would only be able to use while in his Devil Trigger state.

When all of them were trembling on their feet, he carved the sword into the ground, and when he turned the switch on the handle, the chainsaw activated, bursting blue flames from his magic.

He swung his sword against the Hell Cainas and Riots; the teeth of the chainsaw ripped the demon flesh to ribbons as if they were made out of paper. Meanwhile, the Baphomets were starting their ice incantations to stop Nero from killing their comrades.

But it was put to a stop by an enormous bolt of purple electricity, not dead but stunned.

Nero turned around to look behind him. It was Kyrie, with a proud yet nervous glint in her eyes, holding her magical staff with a silver rose at the top.

"That was sick!" he said, pumping more adrenaline into her system.

She wasn't the same opera singer she was in the Order. She changed a lot since the incident, both mentally and physically. Her hair was a medium bob cut with a strip of white parted to the side and is held in place with a feather from Nero's Spectral wing. A small scar on the left side of her forehead was more visible; she got it during the orphanage attack back in Fortuna. She was wearing a long all-black leather jacket, jeans, leather gloves, and combat boots with a few purple details that threw out the outfit.

The oddest part of this new version of Kyrie was her eyes. Her right eye was the usual warm brown that Nero knew. In contrast, her left eye had sectoral heterochromia, with one half of the iris brown and the other half a light blue.

"The spellcasters are yours," Nero pointed to the Baphomets.

Kyrie nodded confidently and ran up to them. They were starting to get up when they noticed her and began to flee. She aimed the rose end of her staff at them. Blades from under the rose opened and started to spin at high speed to channel her magic energy.

A large bean of electricity came out from the wide-open silver rose, obliterating all that was in its path beside one.

When the bean ended, the staff closed up to cool down. Kyrie kneeled tiredly from the amount of magic used. The sole surviving Baphomet saw an opportunity to strike back. It cast its spell and then threw a sharp ice spear at Kyrie.

Before the ice could impale her tired body, a red energy barrier appeared in front of her, blocking the deadly attack. The border absorbed the impact and then shot back the same amount of force at the demon, killing it instantly.

Nero, who had his arm stretched in Kyrie's direction, controlled the barrier; his eyes were shining green and his facial hair much darker.

Nero nearly yelled at Kyrie for rushing ahead but controlled his nerves and just yelled, "Oe oe, don't use your magic like that! You can't unload everything at the very beginning.." His eyes then returned to blue, and his facial hair silver.

"Sorry, I got too excited," she said, embarrassed.

He tisked. "If you keep acting like a kid in a candy store, I can't leave you alone. Yet" he said with a teasing tone.

"Ah! No, no, no!" she exclaimed. "I will be kicking demon asses in no time! You will see!"

Nero gave an honest smile to her. He moved closer to her and gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I know you will, darling."

Making her cheeks flush more.

Minutes later…

Kyrie was at the city's small police station receiving payment for the successful demon hunting and killing. At the same time, Nero waited outside, leaning back on the front part of the van.

He had a numb look in his eyes and a blank expression, hood up and his hand in his pockets. His mind drifted.

Without warning, he started to cough up blood. Fresh red blood hit the pavement, intense pain began to flood his system. He kneeled to the ground, unable to endure the pain.

"No… not again…" he whispered painfully.

Kyrie stepped outside of the police station with the money in hand, excited to show Nero her progress. Unfortunately, her enthusiasm was ripped away when she saw Nero hunched on the ground.

“NERO!" she screamed as she sprinted towards him, also calling Nico's attention from inside the van.

"NO!" he shouted between bloody coughs."Don't touch me!"

Nico jumped out of the van very quickly. "OH SHIT! Don't tell me he…!" she stopped when she saw all the blood dripping not just out of his mouth, but also from his nose and eyes.

"Come on, man! Get inside!" she said as she put her arm around him to pull him up and help it into the van. Kyrie walked over to Nero's other side to help, but Nico made a signal for her to not touch him, which made her apprehensive.

While helping Nero into the van, Nico started to recall past events that were all too familiar to this situation:

Back to August 20th - 06:00 PM

Kyrie was being taken to a modern hospital on the continent. Her wounds were so severe that she had entered a coma. She was only breathing with the help of special equipment. Her head was partially wrapped in bandages around the gash that a demon had inflicted. The room was not expensive-looking, but it wasn't cheap either. There was a comfortable chair for the patient's visitors to rest on by the bed's right side.

The place was dead silent. The beeps of the Holter Monitor was the only sound filling it.

The lights of the room were dim.

Nico slowly entered the room, looking for Nero. She only saw the empty chair on the other side of the room, behind the bed, from her perspective. "Nero? Nero, where are you?"

After she entered, Lady and Trish walked in behind her. "He's not here?" Trish asked.

"He should be. He barely leaves her side unless to use the restroom", Nico said very worriedly.

Lady and Trish got closer to the bed to take a better look at Kyrie. They both were shocked to see her in that state.

Trish, unbelieving the situation of the human girl, said in a depressed tone, "no… why do humans have to be so fragile like this? This is unfair…"

"I know, right?" Nico nearly whispered.

Nico stepped closer to the bed, circling Trish and Lady to be on the other side. Before reaching it, she heard a splash coming from under her shoes. She looked down and saw a small puddle of blood, passing under the bed from the direction of the chair. She hurried over to see what was on the opposite side of the bed.

"HOLY SHIT! NERO!" she yelled in panic.

Nero had fallen out of his chair, unconscious. He had blood coming from his eyes and nose. There was still a little amount of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Trish and Lady went to see what was going on; they both were shocked when they saw the same sight. Nico quickly kneeled and went to check his pulse on his neck.

Relieved, she told the others, "Thank God, he's alive."

The moment Trish got closer to Nero to assess what had happened, only she could see some flickering blue and red energy strings. It was acting like static around him. Trish stepped back, looking inexplicably scared and confused. Nico immediately noticed how apprehensive she got.

"What's up?" She was confused as well.

"Nothing… I hope…" Trish replied nervously.

She extended her hand towards Nero's head. The moment she touched him, she could see a yellow light string coming out of her hand, trying to connect to the ones that surrounded Nero's body. The moment it touched his, she felt like her entire body was being electrocuted.

She let out a painful scream and fell to the floor.

Not being able to see what truly happened, Lady shouted, worried, "Oh my God! What happened? Are you okay?"

While Trish got back on her feet, she explained, "As I suspected… he's desyncing…"

"He's what now?!" Nico asked, confused.

"Nico, you know the Demonologist, Victor?"

She took a few seconds to respond, confused by the question. "Ah, yes. Why?"

Still feeling a bit of the pain from the shock, she said, "He can explain better how Synchronization works. You need to take Nero there as fast as you can. But to sum up what is happening. He got problems with his demon magic."

Back to the present days…

Nero was lying down on the van's couch. He had a bit of a fever, but the bleeding stopped. Kyrie was just observing him, sitting in one of the chairs. She could see the light strings flashing around him.

"Can't you see them?" Kyrie asked Nico about the light strings.

"I told you, no. Neither Lady could. It's a demonic magic thing," Nico replied as she was driving at high speed out of the highway.

"Don't touch him. You won't like to get hurt." Nico reinforced.

"I won't, don't worry," Kyrie said, a bit annoyed.

There was dead silence inside the van. Only the engine and the suspension rocking with every bump as the vehicle raced down the road.

Kyrie looked at her hands, thoughtfully. So much had changed since the attack on the orphanage, it didn't look like it had just passed a bit more than two months. She clenched her fists confidently, and a bit of purple magical energy lightened up.

"OH FUCK!" Nico yelled.

Kyrie ran to the front of the van to see what was going on. Once out, she was more surprised than Nico; it was demons very similar to those that attacked the orphanage, but none of them had armor aside from some chest protection. This time they were being accompanied by new flying fellas that looked like a vulture version of them. The only difference was the black steam mane that, in their case, was their tail, and they were hornless.

They were all being able to run together with the van.

"I got this!" Kyrie shouted.

Before she gets to the door, some of the doggy demons threw their bodies against the van, trying to make it lose stability.

Kyrie trembled on her feet but didn't fall.

"Just keep going, Nico! Nero needs to get to the doctor," she shouted to her partner.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU PIECES OF SHIT! There's a sick person here!" Nico shouted while pushing harder on the accelerator.

Kyrie got her staff and opened the van's door. There was a demon already waiting for her. The monster jumped in her direction in an attempt to bite her.

Using her elbow, she heavily hit the head of the demon, throwing them back into the asphalt.

Incredibly confident, she did a high jump off the van, and quickly, she adjusted her staff under her feet. As the sclera from her left eye turned black and the pupil shined in white, the blades started to run at high speed, magically. Very similar to Nero's but made out of purple light, enormous spectral wings came out of the silver rose among many lightning bolts.

She started to ride her staff as if it was a flying skateboard.

She could now understand the demons yelling. "Dragon! Dragon! Give us the Dragon!"

"Even if I knew what you're talking about! I wouldn't give it to you!" She bravely yelled as she closed the van's door.

The flying ones tried to hit her by diving from the sky. She avoided them by quickly swinging on her flying staff before increasing her speed. So much so she went ahead of the van.

Surprised by Kyrie's speed, Nico gave a quick look at the speedometer. It showed that she was moving at one hundred twenty kilometers per hour; Kyrie was a little faster than that.

"Holy shit, girl," she whispered with a smile.

"What's going on?!" Nero shouted from the sofa, still a bit dizzy.

"Your girl is kicking demon ass, man!." Nico yelled excitedly.

Nero moved fast so he could get to the front seat to see outside.

Four demons were getting closer to Kyrie and were preparing for a combined attack. Sensing the incoming attack, she got ready for it. At the moment she heard the roaring and seeing the creatures jump, she acted quickly. She willed the staff's wings to fuse, and they then assumed the shape of a scythe blade.

Precisely, she spun her body at high speed, and with the strength of her legs, she swung the blade in their direction. Thanks to inertia, they could not dodge, and the edge cuts through their bodies very smoothly.

Once she finished her swing, she returned back to the initial position. Looking back, she began grinning in happiness and surprise; her plan worked perfectly.

Nico felt it necessary to pass over the demons' bodies with the van's wheels and did so with a smile. In doing so, the van jumped high enough to take both Nico and Nero out of the seat for a brief moment.

"How this shit still fucking works?!" Nero shouted worrisomely.

Kyrie now had to take care of the avians. They kept attacking her by diving, but luckily she could avoid them all. Still, sometimes she had to rebalance her body, almost losing balance and making Nero's hair lighter than it already was.

She rose in the air and flew over the van's roof. The flying demons, thus, started to aim their claws at her.

She deactivated the staff's winged mode, landed on the roof, and got ready to hit them full force.

Between their dives and her dodges, she swung the staff to land the heaviest part of it on the demons' bodies or even their heads, heavily damaging them and making them fall on the road.

When she threw away the last one, she started to cheer happily since she had yet to receive a single wound.

"That's it, girl!" Nico cheered.

Nero couldn't help it; he gave a wide, proud smile.

"Hey! I can see the city!" Kyrie screamed.

"Finally, bro… let's discover what is going on with 'ya," Nico said low to Nero.

Nero just took a slow and deep breath, very worried about what's to come.

Pitch Black City - 07:43 PM

The van slowly entered the large megalopolis. Kyrie and Nero were mesmerized by the enormous skyscrapers and the vast number of people walking in the streets, not to mention high car traffic. Kyrie got a bit intimidated with all of that; it was her first time in a big city and the first time out of Fortuna for real.

They arrived at the gate of an enormous and fancy building, perhaps it had more than twenty floors. Once Nico talked with the concierge, a few minutes later, the gates opened. Nico parked the van at a space for visits.

"Follow me now!" Nico told them as she left the van.

The building entrance was so fancy and beautiful that it screamed "rich and high class" to them. At the elevator, Nico typed the floor level on the panel: number forty-two.

Kyrie got apprehensive as the elevator doors closed. She had to hold Nero's hand to feel more secure around all the top-notch modern technology.

"Are you sure he's trustworthy?" Nero asked, sounding relatively low and a little intimidating.

"Yeah, yeah, man. Hold your fire. He IS trust-worthy." Nico replied quite calmly.

The elevator arrived pretty quickly to the destination. At the entrance hall, there were only two doors. Nico went to knock on the entry labeled as "forty-two A."

A man's voice came from inside, "password?"

"Don't start me with this bullshit, old man!" Nico yelled in a mocking tone.

The door opened, and then a man, around fifty years old, showed. He had very thick glasses, a skin color like Nico's with some freckles and dark brown hair. He wasn't so tall, around 1.60 meters(5′24″ft) high, but his curved back made him look smaller, and he had to use a cane to help him walk.

"Yep! That's my niece!" The man said happily.

"Uncle Vic!" Nico yelled happily.

They both greeted each other with two kisses on the cheeks.

The man looked at Kyrie and Nero up and down before raising his hand to greet them. "You must be Kyrie and Nero. I'm Victor Dryblood"

Kyrie did a customary handshake with Victor; however, he slowly did one while staring very suspiciously when it came to Nero.

"Nice to meet you!" Kyrie said politely with a smile.

"It's my pleasure. Come inside. I just made tea." He invited them.

The apartment made Kyrie's jaw drop and made Nero astonished. With an open-concept kitchen, the living room was nearly the size of the apartment they had on Fortuna and looked like it came out of an interior design magazine. There were no walls on the outer part of the building; instead, they had large reinforced windows that allowed a panoramic view of the city. The furniture was mostly black and white and very modern looking while the floor was of expensive dark wood.

"Is he… really your uncle?" Nero asked Nico, suspiciously, though still mesmerized by the place.

"Aye, the only part from my father that doesn't suck…" Nico replied with a disgusted tone.

Nero stared at Victor, trying to see something similar to Agnus aside from the hair and skin color, but it was a bit difficult.

"Agnus is my half-brother, to be exact," Victor explained to them while he got some tea mugs.

Now it made more sense why the lack of resemblance.

As he served the tea, Victor conferred with them, "So, what brings you here? Nico only told me you're having problems with demonic magic."

They were silent, feeling a bit uncomfortable to talk about their situation.

Noticing that, Victor pressured them a bit, "Okay, will Nico have to tell me or what?"

Nero took a deep breath before speaking in an attempt to gain some confidence. "What is… Sync? For a demon, of course…"

That question already helped Victor have an idea of what was going on. He gave a very suspicious look at Nero's face, and he stared deep at the man's tired eyes that weren't even the same shiny blue as they used to be.

"Take your hood off," Victor requested, not taking his eyes out of Nero's.

He didn't want to, but Nero did so cautiously. The white light from the kitchen's LEDs made Nero's face much clearer. His tired face turned to be much more awful, and his eyes were red as if he had cried for hours. His hair was downright messy, like he had not brushed in days. Some wounds, looking like scratches, were noticeable on his scalp. He felt uncomfortable with all of that exposure to a person he just met.

But what mattered most to Victor were his eyes.

"Look at me," he imposed.

Nero didn’t move his head, just his eyes to look at the man.

Nero's sclera didn't have a precise shape. It was something between his demon sclera and a human one; the iris color was also in the same state. Analyzing a bit more of Nero's body language, Victor could see he was breathing heavily. Not only this, but his muscles were exhausted, and under his large coat probably had a very unhealthy body.

"Who told you about Sync?" he questioned.

"Trish did," Nero replied quickly while he brought his hood back up... "She also told me you would know what to do about my… 'desync problem.'"

Victor gazed at Nero's form a bit more before speaking, "I knew it… You're desyncing… but... at this age?"

"What? This is a child thing?" Kyrie asked.

"No… it's a baby thing," Victor said in a worrisome tone in the end.

Nero let out a sarcastic laughing, with a bit of worrying in the end. "Great," he said ironically. "What happens with me now then?"

"If you don't Sync with your parents…" he made a dramatic pause… "you will die," Victor said rather seriously, taking off Nero's ironic smile at the same moment.

They stayed in dead silence for a few seconds, trying to process the information.

"But…" Nico interviewed, "Vergil is with Dante, and they are still in Hell…"

"They… what?!" Victor accidentally lost his composure.

"They got themselves trapped, I guess, in Hell to destroy the remaining Qliphoth roots," Nero said in a low yet angry voice.

"Wait! What they have to do with you?" Victor questioned, quite apprehensive.

Nero let out an annoyed sigh, "According to Dante… Vergil is my father…"

Victor's skin turned pale the moment he heard that, and he started to sweat cold. He let his teacup fall off and splatter tea and the cup pieces all over the floor. He got nervous and began to look away as if he had a terrible realization.

"Oh, shoot! Uncle! You're okay?" Nico spoke, worried.

It was when, looking at the broken teacup in the ground, Kyrie noticed Victor's prosthetic left leg, that would explain the need for a cane, perhaps?

"NO WAY!" Victor slammed the desk in rage. "T-T-THAT…! BIG ASS MORRON! If I only knew…"

"Who you're talking about?" Nico was quite confused.

"Da-Dante! That idiot! He n-n-never told me Vergil had a child!" Victor continued to yell angrily.

Drifting his mind away for a moment, Nero thought, "The stutter is a family thing?"

Since Nero didn't seem to want to talk, Kyrie went ahead and asked Victor, "Do you know Dante?"

"Yes, he and Vergil are my oldest clients." He replied, slowly regaining his sanity.

"Why did you get so mad? He hasn't told you about Nero?" Kyrie asked, rather confusedly.

Looking at Kyrie now, he replied, "Dante only told me he left the Yamato with Nero. I don't know why he hasn't told me everything… But… all the Qliphoth mess could've been avoided, I wouldn't have to tell Vergil about the Yamato either."

"YOU WHAT?!" Nero snapped back to the conversation. "You sent him?! Do you have any idea what he did to me?!"

He walked furiously towards Victor at the other side of the table, his fits clenched, ready to do something insane.

"HE RIPPED MY ARM OFF, DUDE!" he shouted, his teeth turning sharper and his eyes slowly turning a bright yellow.

"Stay away from him!" Kyrie yelled at him, putting her staff between them.

"What's wrong with you?! Let's hear his side of the story first!" she scolded though her face showed visible confusion and concern. Nico was staring at him as well, terrified.

Nero growled as he irrationally wanted to punch Victor in the face. He noticed Victor got ready to grab some sort of small weapon by his waist under the coat, but he couldn't tell what it was. Fortunately, he decided to listen to Kyrie and walked away from him.

Looking back at Victor, Kyrie asked softly, "Please, explain more... How can you tell that if Nero helped Vergil, it would avoid the Qliphoth event? We know nothing about how hybrids work, to be honest."

Before speaking, Victor took a deep breath. "I noticed…" he whispered. "Have you heard about the Magic Spectrum?"

Kyrie shook her head.

"Ahem! So, there's a thing called 'Magic Spectrum.' Imagine a ruler that begins at minus one, the middle is zero, and the other end is plus one. 'Zero' is called 'Void,' also known as everything alive on Earth; Humans, cats, bugs, fishes, etcetera. When you start walking to the minus one edge, you have the demons. Closer to the edge, the stronger the demon.”

"What about the plus one edge?" Kyrie interrupted him.

"Those would be the angels," Nico answered.

"Angels are real?" Nero questioned, surprised but not leaving his angry face.

Victor then responded, "They were once, but no Angel has been seen since the demons expunged them from Earth more than two thousand years ago… They are considered extinct."

Still, without taking his eyes off Nero, he continued, "So! We, 'The Voids', are called like that not just because we aren't magical, but we are as the name says: 'We are empty.' Our bodies are ready to receive magic. Hybrids like you are still a Void, but a "filled void." You're the best of both worlds. You stay within the spectrum from zero to whatever it is close to minus one. That's why you have to build up your magic, also known as 'Devil Triggering,' to use your full demon potential. Let's say that you can…' walk on the spectrum.'"

Nero raised his eyebrows since some things were starting to make sense.

"But now…" Victor continued. "There's the minor spectrum or 'personal spectrum' like some of my area like to call it. Imagine that all magic is like a radio, sending and receiving signals. Each being has its own signal frequency, like magic DNA. A newborn's magic doesn't know how to keep their frequency stabilized and needs their parent's aid to do so… Or siblings from the same parents. It also works between them, but with half efficiency. The Synchronization process is when a parent and their offspring connect their 'radios,' syncing their frequencies."

Nero quickly interrupted him, "Okay… so… I would have to… 'Sync' with Vergil for this shit stop happening with me?"

"Yes, it's the only existing method in your case, and if I had known about you, I would have told Vergil, and you would have been able to save him too. Syncing with Vergil would heal him magically-wise and also put yours in place."

Nico then questioned, "What happened to Vergil?"

"The consequences of his own actions." Victor started to explain with a bit of sadness in tone behind. "Vergil tried to beat Mundus, the Demon King back then but ended up being slaved. Somehow he managed to break free from Mundus' corruption, but that had cost a lot of him."

And so, Victor told them about the last time he'd spoken with Vergil:

Back to 30 May - 04:20 AM

Victor was manipulating a golden orb inside a glass box in his laboratory when his phone started to ring out loud, nearly scaring his soul out of his body. With a bit of difficulty, since he was in a wheelchair at this point, he answered after a few rings but could only hear someone deep breathing on the other side.

"Hello?" he said with suspicion.

"Ooooh…. good… it's the same… number… *cough cough*" said a man with a feeble and ill voice.

"Who is it?" Victor called out.

"It's me… Ve...Vergil… I need some information from you… quick…"

It was Vergil at a phone cabinet somewhere around Fortuna. He was wearing a filthy cloak, and his skin was starting to crack like arid soil. He suddenly coughed so hard he threw out blood all over the phone.

"VE-VER-VERGIL?!" Victor shouted. "A-A-ARE YOU ALIVE?! H-Have you sur-survived Mundus' corruption?!”

"...Aah… So… Dante told -cough cough- told you…" he kinda seemed to be surprised.

"H-How?! or… Who?!" Victor asked, terrified.

Vergil held his voice and breath before speaking out loud, letting out grief from deep down his throat, "...She killed him -cough- he didn't deserve that…! -cough cough- I couldn't protect him!... It was just like that day… -cough cough cough- all over again!"

Vergil held his voice and breath, before speaking out loud, letting out grief from deep down his throat, "...She killed him -cough- he didn't deserve that…! -cough cough- I couldn't protect him!... It was just like that day… -cough cough cough- all over again!"

“Who?! The one who helped you?!” Victor asked quickly since Vergil appeared to be in a rush.

"...It doesn't matter… for you… Do you know where Yamato is…?!" Vergil started to sound angry.

"Yes… Dante found it and let over the pro-protection of a young man in Fortuna. H-H-He keeps the Yamato safe in his demonic arm…But a-anyway! where are you?! You ne-need help!"

Vergil started to sound much weaker, "I just need my sword… I need power…-cough cough- I can't die… yet…But... my magic is killing me…"

Without imagining what was about to happen, Victor let out: "Dante can help you with that"

"NO! I RATHER DIE!" Vergil screamed in rage, his voice distorted by his decaying health.

Out of patience with Vergil's pride, Victor screamed at him through the call, "Vergil! For God's sake! Stop with this hate towards your brother! It's not what you're thinking! You are distorting everything!"

Victor is interrupted when he hears some insanely and low laughing from the other side:

"The Qliphoth fruit… it will give me…"

“power…!" Vergil grumbled.

"NO! The fruit can't help you with that! It will only-!" But he's interrupted by the beeps of the sudden finished call.

Desperate with the incoming end of the world, Victor tried to contact Dante at the same moment, but every single attempt he tried he always got the same message: the number was busy or inactive at the moment.

It didn't matter how many times he tried, Dante hasn't paid the phone bills anyway.

Hell - Nowadays - Apparently night time…?

At the remains of the dead Qliphoth roots, sounds of some kind of wind bursts accompanied by electric static can be heard from far away. Many rooting bodies of defeated demons were laying around the large open area of the place.

At the center of it, had a massive portal made with Yamato and Vergil's magic.

Dante was running straight forward to the portal, but every time he got in contact with it, the portal tossed him back.

"Dante!" Vergil called for him. "Dante stop!"

After the last launch, Dante turned to his brother and rather annoyed he asked him, "Are you sure this is the strongest portal you know?"

For much of his annoyance, Vergil wanted to respond in the same tone, but instead, he replied quite calmly, "Yes! I used to do this for Mundus' most powerful minions. But with the power of Yamato, it should be ten times stronger!"

A simple Riot used the open distraction of the brothers and passed through the portal normally.

After witnessing that scene, Dante raised his arms pointing, hands wide open, at the portal with a very annoyed yet surprised face.

"How then?!" he yelled at his brother.

Vergil took a deep breath before speaking. "I don't know! There are only two possible situations: either we are too powerful beings now OR as hybrids, we need some sort of special portal… or both..."

Dante got up from the dirty ground very tired and lowering a bit his voice and nerves he said, "Did you feel what I felt a few days ago, right? Some bad shit is going on in the human world!"

"I know brother, I know…" Vergil responded.

Dante let out a tsk before speaking and stared at the portal closing, "Nero will kill us…"

Vergil stared into the closing portal as well and then at the ground with an empty look.

"None of this would be happening If I could protect Baby…" he whispered.

"Eh?" Who? Nero's mother?" Dante asked, quite lost.

"No.," Vergil said drily.

"Da fuck? To be called "baby", who else would be? A child?" He questioned Vergil, more confused than before.

Getting in the middle of their conversation, loud thunderclaps shouted in the sky.

Vergil got scared at the same moment and suddenly started to run away. "We must find cover! Quick!"

"Why bother? Scared of getting a little wet?" Dante tried to mock his brother, that was a bit far already.

Without previous warning, a small rock in flames passed too close to Dante's shoulder, leaving the shoulder pad with a small fire on it.

"VERGIL! WAIT!" Dante screamed while he tried to catch up with his brother.

They both ran away endlessly, trying to find shelter around the remains of the colossal roots to protect themselves from the fireball rain.

To be continued...

Chapter 2: [HERE]

#forgotten sins story #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #nerokiri #dmc5 nero #fanfic #dmc5 nico #original character

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She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!reader- Part VI

*The GIF is not mine. All rights to the owner*

Part V

Summary: You went to the hospital to tell Joe and your Brother about your relationship. But it seems you weren't the only one with the same idea.

Warnings: Make out sesh?

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You did not have the best idea, you knew that. Your adoptive father is in the hospital after he almost died and now, you decided you will give him a heart attack.

Wells made it very clear that there is a time to do this, specifically after Joe gets discharged. Much to his dismay, you pleaded the man non-stop. He gave in eventually.

Now, walking down the busy hallway of the hospital to go to Joe's room, it became more and more evident that you were really going to regret this. The nervousness you felt was nauseating. Your hands were cold and sweating like crazy. You felt bad for Wells; he was holding your hands the entire time.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked for a tenth time that night.

"Yeah totally. I mean— he's already in the hospital— what could go wrong?" You chuckled nervously.

He grimaced and pressed his lips in a thin line. That says it all. Bad idea.

Approaching the room, you let his hand go. You don't give it away and be able to explain properly.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself. You stepped inside to find Iris there with Eddie by her side. She was saying something and hugging a bedridden Joe. They look like they just arrived as well.

These two are rarely in the same room with Joe around, and you have a feeling that they might be both here for the same reason as you do. But hopefully, they don't, because in this situation two is definitely not better than one.

"Got more room for one?" All heads turned to you. You walked towards Joe and went in for a tight hug. "You gave us a scare there, old man."

"Can't get rid of me that easy," he chuckled heartily, as you let go.

"What are you doing here, Dr. Wells?" Barry's brows furrowed.

Wells gave him a small shrug. "Just want to wish Joe a speedy recovery."

Among other things.

"Thank you, Doctor,"

The whole room shifted. You even started fiddling with the hem of your coat. Tense, awkward. You all had turned quiet as you exchanged nervous glances, uncertain how to break it to the man on the bed without him going ballistic.

Barry, knowing what Iris and Eddie are here to do, cleared his throat. "I'll let you guys talk." He turned to leave, not before signaling to you to do the same thing.

"No. Stay, Barry," Barry shot you a strange look, but stayed nonetheless, putting his hands in his pockets, shifting on this leg awkwardly.

A jolt of fear rushes through your body. If it felt so bad earlier, right now it's even scarier. You sucked in a breath, glancing over to Wells for support and approval. He nodded sternly, eyes staring back ever so assuring. This is really it. You turned back to Joe, letting go of your breath and spoke,

"Dad, we have something—"

"Joe, we have something—"

Both of your heads whipped, sharing a look.

"You go first," she gestured to you.

You shook your head rapidly. "No, you go first,"

"No-"

"Okay," Joe grunted, sitting up. "I know y'all dating."

Your heads quickly whipped to Joe froze. You were both mortified.

"I know,"

"You do?" Iris blinked, stunned. Everyone was.

He rolled his eyes in disappointment for no one in this room giving him enough credit. "I'm a detective, remember? You are lousy liars." You all laughed, knowing it's true. He looked at Wells, finger pointing to him accusingly. "And you, Wells. You think I didn't see those hickeys? You showed up with them and my baby girl was limping— you think I wouldn't put two and two together?"

You groaned, burying your face in your hands to hide your blush. You were not just embarrassed, but deeply guilty.

"So, you're not mad?" Eddie inquired.

"Oh, I'm mad. If the doctor hadn't confiscated my gun, we'd be having an entirely different conversation," Joe told him.

The poor man paled, the smile wearing off his face. He gave Iris a nod, and turned to leave. You knew it's time for a family meeting.

"Hey babe, meet me in the car?" You turned to Wells, eyes hinting what's about to go down. He quickly got the gist, and excused himself.

When both men are out of earshot, Barry and Iris gave you an incredulous look. "Wells?!" They both exclaimed.

"What?"

Joe was shaking his head, eyes looking on you and Iris, clearly displeased. But obviously not hell bent. "You girls and your taste in men will be the death of me."

You moved to his side, you placed your head on his shoulder, hugging him. Iris did the same thing. Not that he was very willing to admit it, but you and Iris have him wrapped around your fingers, and you know how to always convince him.

"Please don't be mad," you cooed to him, nuzzling to him and holding his hand.

"But I am. A cop and the man who blew a hole in the city," he sighed heavily.

"It's not so bad," Iris appealed.

"Yeah right," he scoffed.

You both try to make him feel better about the situation, but it occurred to you that this one will definitely take time to get accustomed to. You both went behind his back, and that's something.

You have to leave since Wells is waiting for you in the car. Barry offered to walk you, and you know there's an underlying agenda to that. But he hasn't said anything since you entered the elevator, didn't even dare look at you. He's walking on eggshells, always been.

"So, are you mad?" You broke the silence, fiddling with the sleeve of your coat.

"No. Just surprised." You thought that was perfectly understandable. Then he turned to you and snapped. "I mean, Wells? How? When?" He bombarded you with questions with his hands in the air.

"When you were in a coma. 6 months ago,"

"6 months?! Why didn't you tell me?!" He exclaimed. Your face scrunched up.

"In case you forgot, you just woke up from a coma, and the last thing I want to give you is another reason to be in one again," you explained. "You got powers, and meta-humans appeared."

He sighed, nodding. He put his hand inside his pocket, before asking, "Does he want kids? Can he have th—"

Your cheeks went warm, blushing red. "We haven't had that talk yet," you interrupted.

"Right." Barry mumbled, realizing how awkward his questions were. "Do you love him?"

You nodded, a small smile formed on your lips, cheeks warming up. "Yes."

Barry didn't say anything anymore. You know he's still trying to take it all in. His baby sister is dating his mentor, who is almost the same age as their Dad. It's quite a shock.

"Is it weird?" You cocked an eyebrow.

Barry snorted. "Yeah." You bursted out laughing.

The elevator dings, reaching the underground parking area. The door slides open and you step out. When you got to your car, Wells was waiting there for you.

Barry stood there, he and Wells were having a stare off or something. For a second, you panicked. He's not a totally violent person, but it doesn't mean he can't get angry.

But Barry just stifled a curt nod at Wells. "Take care of her," he said.

"I will,"

He turned and walked away, back to the elevator. You helped Wells get in the car, before climbing in yourself. You started the engine and drove out of the hospital's parking lot.

"Should I drop you off at the lab?" You asked him.

He shook his head. "No. I think a night in with you tonight would be very nice,"

You looked over to him and shot him a smile.

"Okay." You muttered.

Despite the fact that Barry was the one who kicked Nimbus' ass, but your muscles were sore and tense. In your defense though, it was one hell of a day. You just want to sleep and cuddle with Wells. You are so glad that you have the rest of the weekend to doze off.

You came out of the bathroom and stepped inside of your bedroom after a warm, relaxing, well-needed shower.

Wells was already sitting on the bed, tucked in, already halfway through a book. You love how he can lose himself while having a read. His brows furrowed slightly, eyes focused solely on a certain page, then quickly moved quickly to the other page. He reads a book faster than anyone you know, aside from Barry.

You slipped in the sheets, sitting up beside him. You peeked at what he was reading to see which one of literature and philosophy finest books has captured his attention again. Your eyebrows scrunched up, puzzled at what you are reading; it's written in Latin.

"What are you reading?"

"Julius Caesar," he replied, flipping to the next page.

"I thought you read that already?" Your tone changes, subtly hinting him that it's time for bed.

"I did," he answered, not even taking his eyes off it.

You glared at him in disbelief and huffed. Perhaps it was too subtle.

"So, maybe you can ditch that and let's go to bed?" You inquired with the same tone.

He glanced over to you, not showing any sign of expression at all. He stared at you and you know this means to let him finish the book he read over a hundred times before. So you stood your ground, and hardened your stare.

He sighed in defeat. "Fine." He closed the book shut, took his glasses and set it on your nightstand.

"Thank you,"

You were ready to lay down and sleep for the next 24 hours, but he spoke suddenly.

"I booked us a table tomorrow night to this fantastic restaurant midtown,"

Your head snapped to him, a surprised look immediately etched in your face. He said so nonchalantly. "Wha—" you were speechless, sputtering words, your mind processing what he just said. You try to form coherent words, but all that came out from your mouth was a laugh, bewildered. "A-are you taking me out on a date?"

He grinned, clearly amused with your reaction. "Yes. It's time we have some decent steaks, don't you think?" You swatted his chest, shooting him daggers, while he laughed. You swore to God if you perfected cooking steak, it'll be the death of him.

"I mean it." He ceased laughing, taking a hold of your hand. "I have a lot to make up for. And I'm gonna start by treating you like a queen. My queen." He planted a kiss on your knuckles.

You cupped his cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. "You're lucky I love you," you murmured, leaning into him.

"Oh, I know." He chuckled.

You giggled, capturing his lips, and kissed him sweetly. He deepened the kiss, slowly getting passionate. His tongue roamed inside your mouth, you tried to fight for dominance, but surrender to him eventually.

His hands moved up and down your body, then settled on your boyshorts clad bum. He caressed it with his long fingers and squeezed it tightly, before he slapped it, the smacking noise resounded in your room, startling you a bit. You couldn't help but moan, you feel pleasure alighting in the pit of your stomach. Your hand palmed his chest, bunching up his shirt tightly. You were getting carried away, and he as well. You pulled away gently, catching your breath.

"I just wanna cuddle and sleep tonight," You murmured, running the pads of your thumb across his cheek.

"Is that why you didn't wear pyjamas, Miss Allen?" He teased and squeezed your bum once more.

"What? They're comfy," you grinned.

"Right," he chuckled. "Okay." He gave you a last peck on the lips, before turning off your lamp.

You both lay down, he wrapped his arms around, protectively. Your tense and tired body relaxed, as you snuggled up against him. Like a small child, you felt in his arms; a sense of security and the feeling of home washed over you.

You looked up to him and saw that he was in some sort of daze, caught up in his own world and yet aware of his surroundings. His eyes were gazing up to your ceiling. There isn't really anything special on the ceiling, except mold. You pondered what he was thinking about. Perhaps how much of a rollercoaster ride the last 24 hours was?

"I am so glad we worked everything out today," you began. "I don't know if I can sleep tonight if we didn't talk,"

"Me too," he replied, rubbing his thumb against the skin of your shoulder, absentmindedly, didn't even glance up to you.

"I was scared, you know, I thought I was actually gonna lose you," you added in a whispered voice.

He exhaled. "So did I. I'm sorry I made you feel that way,"

"S'okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you." You couldn't take it anymore, your eyes were feeling heavy and they fluttered close.

"It's alright. I understand,"

You nuzzled your head on his chest, hearing his faint heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest, slowly lulling you to sleep.

He kissed your hair softly, then murmured. "Good night,"

"Good night,"

You can feel yourself falling deep into sleep in a matter of seconds.

You both slept in until 11 am, and you were more than glad that you were able to get him to stay. You didn't even have to plead.

It wasn't until you were having brunch— he cooked, which was for the best. Apparently, he saw you cook eggs before— that it occurred to you that it's really happening. You're going on a date. Tonight. An actual date. You repeatedly told yourself a hundred times today, still not able to wrap your head around it.

You were nervous. Although, you played it off.

You didn't want him to know you were nervous more than you were excited in fear that he'd cancel. And you didn't want to miss out on a highly possibly great date with a great man. You literally fought for this. You can't chicken out.

It's just that your experiences with dates were, well, not so much—the men you went out with were not so much. They tend to turn out pretty boring, pointless and often self-centered. They ditch you or you ditch them. It was a restless cycle and it exhausted you. So, you just never go to one. And it's not like you're going out with some random dude. It's Harrison freaking Wells!

So as soon as he left your apartment after brunch to go home, you panicked for a certain amount of time, then called someone who could help you.

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection, while holding a dress over your frame. You tilted your body left and right, face scrunched up, obviously not pleased with the dress. It's too skimpy, too tight, too short for your liking. You don't even remember buying this dress.

You huffed loudly. "I look like a stripper." You threw the dress on top of a pile of clothes on your bed. You and Iris have gone through your entire wardrobe collection, and no perfect dress is turning up.

"How about this?" Iris walked to you with a bunch of hangers in her hand, showing you a particularly bright red dress. The last thing you want was Wells to look like he's your sugar daddy.

You shook your head. "Too bold." She threw the dress. Underneath the red dress was a long, ruffled sleeves dress, which you knew you only bought from a thrift shop, because it was so cheap. The color faded, at some point you were convinced that it was from the 1940s, although it's still pretty decent

"Yeah, if I want to look like Grandma Esther," you snickered.

She sighed exasperated as yet another piece of clothing was added to the pile. Iris held out what seemed to be the final dress she had. She raised an eyebrow, eyes were basically pleading you to choose it. You can't blame her. You are one picky girl.

It was beautiful. Your eyes lit up at the sight of itl; beige, knee-length and made of silk— with frills. Exaggerated as this may sound, but as if on cue, the angels sang with their angelic voices the moment you laid eyes on it.

"Perfect," you mumbled.

"Oh thank God," Iris groaned. She picked up a pair of heels by the edge of the bed. "I picked out these shoes for you; they'll match with that," she added, handing it both to you.

You dashed off to the bathroom to put on your outfit. As soon as you came out, you checked yourself out in the mirror. You were right; it suited you so well. You still feel sexy wearing it, but it wasn't screaming at your face. You still retain a respectable, elegant demeanor.

From the side of your mirror, you saw Iris standing behind you, arms folded, watching you fondly.

"What?" You broke her out of her reverie.

She smiled softly. "Nothing. You look amazing,"

"Anything else?" You raised your eyebrows, looking at her through the mirror, knowing there's more to it than she says.

She shrugged, shaking her head. "I just can't believe it— you're dating Harrison Wells," she sounded as shocked as she was yesterday.

If you were being honest, you can't quite believe it as well.

"Yup. Much to Joe's dismay," you chuckled, although you couldn't help to frown. Iris quickly saw it.

She walked to you, wrapped her arms around you from behind and rested her chin on your shoulder.

"Ignore him. He'll get it over it,"

He will, you are certain of it. But it doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice if he was fully supporting it. He didn't say anything to discourage it, he probably isn't going to say anything about it ever, but you know he's not a fan of it.

"Yeah. Hopefully soon," you murmured.

"Although, it is Harrison Wells," she started. You rolled your eyes and groaned internally. "I'm not even done— I just mean, it's something that's going to take time for people to warm up about this. He blew up a hole in the city and he's much older than you,"

"I know that, Iris," you exhaled audibly. You didn't need a reminder of that. You tell yourself that everyday for the last 6 months.

"I know you know that. My point is that this relationship is gonna go through a lot of tribulations, and I just want you to prepare yourself for it. I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?" She sounded so motherly, locking eyes with you.

You frowned, but nodded. You understand her point, you really do. Joe, Barry and the rest of the team, you know they genuinely care for you. But this is your relationship, and you know when it comes to love, it has it's own challenges and pain and it's something you have to deal with.

Abruptly, you heard multiple knocks all the way from the living room.

"He's here," you whispered.

You both quickly shuffled, you grabbed your purse, making sure you got everything you needed inside. Iris fixed your hair, tucking in some strand that stuck out.

Then, there's your pile of clothes on your bed that's not gonna clean itself. You panicked for a second there. Wells was outside, and you're pretty sure you're both gonna crash here after.

"Go! I got this!" Iris ordered you. You hesitated, because you know she's not going to do it. But Wells knocked some more. Much to your surprise, Iris already started hanging the dresses. So you leave it all to fate— and Iris—, and head for the door.

You took a deep breath, taking it all in. This is it. This is really it.

You opened the door, putting on a shaky smile. "Hey," you mumbled.

He cleaned up well. You don't know what it is with a suit minus the tie, but you absolutely love it on your man.

His eyes raked you up and down, mesmerized by you, jaws dropped. He looked at you with those blue orbs, glinting in the way that is so not good. He just never saw get dressed up before. All the time you just wore your normal, often coffee-stained clothes.

"You look absolutely ravishing." The way those words rolled off his tongue made you weak to your knees and you flushed slightly.

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself," you said shyly.

He helped out his hand to you, lifting an eyebrow. "Let's go?"

You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his.

You closed your door, as you stepped out of your apartment. And as you walked down the hallway, your heart was thundering like crazy, so nervous and excited.

God, you hope this date turns out well.

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Part VII

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Worldbuilding Month: Day 9

{I s2g somebody asked me whether or not Bill owns that lighthouse in this canon, but I can’t for the life of me find it. (I still have two asks for Worldbuilding Month, though, and as I continue to put off talking about the last two topics I actually walked into this month planning on talking about, I’mma probably going to answer those. :D)

Anyway, to respond to a question that Tumblr seems to have eaten, first off, yes. Bill calls the lighthouse the Sea Cottage because he thinks he’s hilarious when it comes to names, but its actual, full name is the Cerulean Cape Lighthouse. It’s been decommissioned for the past thirty-some years, though, since most sea routes have been diverted away from Cerulean Cape thanks to the Eastern Kanto Power Station—or, in other words, the Power Plant. You would think it’s actually because of Zapdos, but no, they just diverted it because you probably don’t want to have ships sailing too close to an active power plant, you know?

But the point is, it was decommissioned and actually abandoned until Bill came along and was like, “I have no idea who I have to shove money at to have this place, but I want this to be my home now.” And the town of Cerulean Cape—because there’s a town right there, between Cerulean City and Vermilion City—was like, “...okay.”

But that’s not quite as important as which canon does this blog even take place in?

(Oh, don’t worry. We’ll talk about Bill’s actual reputation with the locals at some point this month.)

The answer is ... all of them.

Or, well, most of them except Special and Pocket Monsters (the latter of which is the one where Red has a clefairy). I’ll get into why later, but first, let me explain how this works.

Gameverse Red is the same as Zenshou Red. He’s the one who fought Team Rocket at Saffron City, defeated the mysterious Viridian Gym Leader (and chased him out of the gym, basically—though he obviously doesn’t retire from a life of crime after this point), became champion, conceded championhood to Lance, and retreated to Mount Silver.

Ash Ketchum is the one who started out from Pallet Town and then ... did everything you probably are aware of thanks to the anime. (I ignore Electric Tales canon when it comes to Ash and Gary, though I adopt the hell out of it for every other character that appeared in it. Just ... just roll with it.) Ash and Gary are a year younger than Red and Blue, the latter of whom is Gary’s cousin. (Red has no relation to Ash.)

Consider all of the above to be Gen I. You’ll need this notation for later, so just keep it in mind.

That takes care of the first gen. Subsequent gens look like this:

- Most of the gens occur exactly as they do in canon, but wherever you have a choice between male or female avatars, it’s usually the female character who goes on to be the hero and champion. There’s really no reason for this, other than a joke I cracked with a reader of a sci-fi fic I write on the side, wherein someone noted the fact that Hilda and Rosa were champions, to which I responded with, “Yes, and Hilbert and Nate ran off to start a noodle cart together.” This turned out to be half-true. Hilbert and Nate ran off to start a noodle restaurant together. They’re gay, and Hilbert keeps inflicting terrible food ideas on the customers. But anyway.

- Another note: I realize in a previous post that I name each of the champions as ... not being the player characters. As in, according to the queer culture post, Steven, Diantha, Iris, and so on are still champion. The truth is that they’re actually ... not unless a character decided to hand the title back to them for one reason or another. That means that the best way to read the earlier post is by looking at it as, “This is a list I made with these characters as champion so I don’t have to immediately explain that these other characters are champion.”

- Gen II: This means that Lyra is indeed the Johtonian champion, with Ethan Gold (meaning, Ethan and Gold are the same person) not quite completing his journey. Crystal exists as well but quit her journey to become a researcher. It was Lyra who stopped Team Rocket’s attempt to take over Goldenrod City, although this plot didn’t have anything to do with finding and reaching out to Giovanni. Rather, it was just an attempt to use the Goldenrod Radio Tower to broadcast the frequency the Rockets had perfected at the Lake of Rage. (Lyra did not stop Team Rocket at Lake of Rage; that was Ash.)

- Incidentally, Giovanni never properly retired. He merely gave up the Viridian Gym after suspicions fell on him as to what he did on the side. To the majority of the public, he still maintains the facade of an upstanding businessman who cares about the people, and his cover story for giving up the gym was that he wished to focus more on his business pursuits. (This is why trying to prove that he’s a member of Team Rocket pisses Bill off just a little. Giovanni is just too good at covering his tracks.)

- Anyway, yeah, the branch of Team Rocket that tried to take over Goldenrod wasn’t trying to find Giovanni, as mentioned above, but rather establish a better foothold in Johto. They half-succeeded. Team Rocket still has a very strong presence in the region outside of Goldenrod, and the only reason why they don’t have Goldenrod is because that city’s already half run by the local yakuza and half run by criminal rings formed by Galarian immigrants, and neither of these groups have any interest in either joining Team Rocket or putting up with Rockets encroaching on their businesses. Lyra just defeated the executives at the Radio Tower, it was the locals who chased Team Rocket out of Goldenrod. With chains, knives, and guns, no less.

- Gen III: Emerald is the canon universe for Gen III, meaning both Groudon and Kyogre were awake at the same time. The western half of Hoenn was subsequently hit with a massive heatwave, while the eastern half was pounded with torrential rain. Lanette had been taken to Ever Grande for her safety early in the legendaries’ battle, and this is how she developed a phobia of intense storms.

- Sapphire Birch (daughter of Professor Birch) and Ruby Maple (son of the Petalburg Gym Leader) teamed up to summon Rayquaza and stop the battle, but it was Sapphire who caught Rayquaza and subsequently became both the hero and champion of Hoenn (by way of defeating Steven), until she conceded to Wallace. Ruby, who didn’t want the press, left Hoenn to continue his journey elsewhere. Sapphire is still a prominent trainer in Hoenn.

- The Delta Episode didn’t happen as it does in canon, but Zinnia exists in this world. She notes that it’s very different from both the one she came from and the one “the other her” was supposed to save. Deoxys was intercepted by the government and remains a pokémon known only to government officials and top-level Symposium researchers.

- Gen IV: Full disclosure: I never finished Platinum, so instead, I follow DP canon for the blog. No one knows what actually happened at the top of Mt. Coronet, including which legendary was awakened there. We do know that both Dawn and Lucas were present but not which one specifically saved the world. Both proceeded to become champions (Lucas defeated Cynthia, while Dawn defeated Lucas, then conceded the title back to Cynthia). Dawn then went back to Sandgem to resume her work as Professor Rowan’s assistant. Lucas went to the top of Mt. Coronet with an ancient artifact and hasn’t been seen since.

- Gen V: Hilbert was Hilda’s childhood friend and started alongside her but not with her (or Cheren or Bianca). They crossed paths numerous times until Hilbert decided training wasn’t for him and proceeded to retire. Hilda went on to become the Hero of Ideals and the champion of Unova, a title she almost immediately conceded to Iris (who she let defeat her so she could go off to find N).

- Gen V.5: Nate follows a similar story to Rosa: he was her childhood friend but not close enough to travel with her. Eventually, he met Hilbert, who talked him into becoming a business partner of sorts. Rosa, meanwhile, proceeded through the rest of the canon story, obtaining Reshiram from N and claiming the title of champion for herself. She’s still the champion of Unova ... and the only one who knows where N (and by extent, Hilda) are at any given time.

- Both Black City and White Forest exist. They’re right next to each other. Opelucid is a city with a mix of both old and modern architecture, and Drayden and Iris had shared the position of gym leader until Iris challenged Hilda for the title of champion. Iris never went back to the Opelucid gym after being defeated, but she is a prominent trainer who often supports actual champion Rosa. She’s filling in for Grimsley as the fourth member of the Elite Four while Grimsley’s off globe-trotting.

- Side point, but Alder exists and was defeated by Hilda. I just keep forgetting he exists because I never actually 100%’ed BW, lol.

- Gen VI: Serena and Calem are the same person. Or more accurately, Calem’s deadname is Serena, until he came out as trans shortly after the events of Gen VI. Something about what happened at Geosenge made him realize he needed to be truthful to himself because, you know. Life’s too short not to. Besides, becoming champion kinda gave him the power to be like, “Listen. If you don’t accept me, that’s fine, but just so you know, I have literally faced the gods of life and death, survived, and proceeded to wipe the floor with this region’s Elite Four and former champion.” Diantha, of course, is 100% in support of both Calem and the aforementioned statement.

- Just as an added cherry on top, which legendary did Team Flare try to awaken? And which one did Calem catch as a result? Yveltal. He eventually found Xerneas too, but I can’t go into that in case someone actually does want to read that giant sci-fi fic I’m writing on the side.

- But yeah, Lysandre is dead as hell. Sycamore is secretly devastated, which is why Calem set off to find Xerneas.

- Gen VII: Selene, a newcomer to the Alola region, is the one who did ... pretty much all of what went down in Gen VII, including eventually taming Solgaleo (“Nebby”). Lunala never surfaced, and USUM never happened.

- Lillie eventually found her way to Bill, who took her under his wing for about a year. After that, Lillie returned to Alola with copies of Bill’s notes and a thumb drive containing what they hoped would be a cure for Lusamine. Turns out, it was, and Lusamine has been well (and in therapy) since. So ... in case anyone’s wondering what happened to Lillie after the few brief times she was mentioned early on in this blog’s history.

- Elio, a boy from Iki Town, is blissfully unaware of all of this, but he was the second person to ascend to Alola’s Pokémon League and challenge their Elite Four. Acerola kicked his ass.

- By the way, Hala was an Elite Four member for all of a month before deciding he would much rather go back to Melemele Island and resume his duties as a kahuna. Molayne took his place (at Kukui’s request) and has remained ever since. The other admins are still baffled by how this man can be a hardcore gamer and Elite Four member and still have time to both do science and run the storage system ... except Bill, who is an unrepentant workaholic who doesn’t sleep, so therefore, his opinion doesn’t count.

- Gen VIII: Victor is just one of Hop’s friends. He's traveling mostly to keep up with what Hop’s doing and support his friend, but he doesn’t really go out of his way to adventure or get stronger.

- Gloria, on the other hand, is the hero of Galar and will absolutely kick your ass in a heartbeat. She doesn’t have a Scottish accent, but she does have Cumbrian one, given that Postwick is literally supposed to be Windermere. Anyway, she’s the chosen one for Zacian. (Hop gets Zamazenta.)

- Chase and Elaine do not exist, LGPE did not happen, and I don’t know what you’re talking about.

- All of the events that are actually stated as happening above occurred pretty much in rapid succession, within a few years of each other. Or to make this visual even clearer, the timeline is as follows:

Gen I (FRLG) happened at the same time as Gen III (Emerald). > Ash Ketchum left Pallet Town a year later. > Gen II (HGSS) and Gen IV (DP) happened two years later. > Gen V (W) happened three years later. > Gen V.5 (B2) and VI (Y) happened two years later. > Gen VII (Sun) happened three years later. > Gen VIII (Sword) happened three years later > the Crown Tundra sideplot of this blog happened one year later.

This means it’s been fifteen years since Red and Blue left Pallet Town and fourteen since Ash left.

That said, circling back to Bill and his team, I know the Pokémon anime states that the storage system is a transfer system and that it was invented by someone else, but because all of this went down in the infamous porygon episode, I can say that’s not true, and you probably wouldn’t have known otherwise if I didn’t just tell you. So Professor Akihabara doesn’t exist, and the digital storage system does.

But yes, Bill lives in a lighthouse he calls the Sea Cottage. He dyes his hair green and speaks with an accent that to our ears in the real world sounds awfully British, and in addition to being a tech researcher/engineer, he studies ancient pokémon behavior on the side. His backstory (hated school, used a trainer’s journey as an excuse to get out of going, had an ivysaur that evolved into a venusaur and inspired him to become a researcher) is lifted straight from Electric Tales, but a few side details are either taken from the games (details about his family, being the son of a fellow pokémaniac who annoys the piss out of him, etc) or How I Became a Pokémon Card (he once met a dratini that was the child of a giant dragonite, and furthermore, he gave dratini its official National Dex name). As for which pokémon he’s fused with, it was a clefairy (first, according to the games), followed by a rattata (Special), and finally a nidorino (Zenshou, also games).

That said, I also ignore a lot of Special canon, in part because I didn’t read much more than the stuff related to Bill and in part because I just ... don’t really care for Bill’s interpretation in that universe. Oh, sure, it’s funny to see him try to throw hands whenever possible, but I just kinda grew up with the chiller Bill from literally every other universe. That and I kinda want to provide Bill content that doesn’t just fall back onto the default interpretation for him, which always seems to be some variation of the Special interpretation. So while I still take elements from Special (his birthday is another one, for that matter), the vast majority of the canon I use is really from other sources.

Same thing can be said for the rest of the canon used here. The short version of all of this is that I rely on a mix of the anime and games for all facts offered here, coupled with my own twists on canon when it comes to characters and timeline of recent events in order to blend the two together.

It’s confusing, but just roll with it.}

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Chocolate Strawberry Milkshake Part 2

Serial Killer Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Gore, yandere, fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Suggestive actions, bloody gore, yandere themes and all that

A/N: The long-awaited part 2 is here!!!! I am so s o r r y for how long this took but it’s here now and I hope you all enjoy!!

Part 1

Summary: Jungkook is one of the most infamous killers that you’ve taken an interest in. You just don’t know your new friend is that killer and he’s very subtle about being obsessed with you.

Knocking interrupted Jungkook’s assault on your throat, “Hello? You had blankets sent to your room?”

You gave Jungkook a look before he got up to answer the door with you right behind him. Once he opened the door there was a woman with neat brown hair tied into a low bun to go with the bland beige house-keeper uniform.

From where you were standing, you could see the woman’s expression change from fake to sultry once she laid her eyes on Jungkook. But he interrupted her little daydream.

“We didn’t ask for these,” Jungkook’s voice was clipped and irritation was evident.

The hotel employee shifted the blankets to her left hand and rest her weight on her right leg to pop her hip out. You rolled your eyes so hard, you were sure you saw your brain.

“What do you say we go down by my room and put the blankets to use?”

Grabbing the blankets from the lady’s arms Jungkook gave her one of his fake smiles and said, “How about no.” And closed the door in her face, making sure to lock both the deadlock and the safety latch for good measure.

You chuckled after seeing her hopeful face fall at Jungkook’s words. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Jungkook to get hit on. But now you were concerned about the random blankets being sent to the room. You decided to sit in the desk chair now that you were interrupted and you didn’t feel like laying down in the only bed in the room. Jungkook dropped the blankets on the floor by the foot of the bed to sit on the edge. Looking down at the pure white fabric, his hair fell into his eyes.

Being a killer, he’s become paranoid. And these random blankets being sent to the room put him into a paranoia frenzy in his head.

“It must’ve been an accident. Whoever asked probably told them the wrong room number by mistake,” you turned the tv on and began to switch through the channels. You didn’t really want to think about it in a way that would eat away at your mind during the trip.

Your reassurance did little to calm him down. Was someone after him? Did someone know what he was? Or even worse… were they after you? The thought alone made him infuriated. Why would anyone want to hurt you? Or were they obsessed with you?

So many questions swirled around in his head he began to get a migraine. Feeling the pressure build behind his eyes, he got up to look through his bag for his Excedrin. Of course, he forgot them on his nightstand. Sighing he looked to you to see you gazing at him with curiosity.

“I left my Excedrin at home,” Jungkook went to continue but you raised your hand and said, “Say no more.”

You reach into your bag and take out the bottle of the green and white migraine pills you always had on you.

“Thanks,” Jungkook smiled thankfully and you turned back to the tv after returning a small smile.

How could he have forgotten you had the same problem he had? Suffering from a life full of migraines, he knew how painful they could get. Imagining you groaning in pain as you held your head in your hands, his heart was breaking and adrenaline pumping at the same time.

Damn it. No matter how hard he tried to not get pleasure from the thought of you crying, it couldn’t be helped. Jungkook wanted to see you cry. He wanted to see you in pain. Only to want to comfort you afterward. His thoughts were contradicting and he didn’t know what to do.

Being lost in thought Jungkook didn’t notice how you fell asleep in the desk chair.

Your head smacked the desk causing you to wake up with a groan and Jungkook to tear away his stare from the floor to you. He was confused until you looked around with tired eyes and laid your head down slowly onto the polished wood.

Jungkook chuckled and stood up to walk over to you and carefully help you stand. Walking you over to the bed, he helped lay down and covered you with the large white comforter. You were still pouting from the pain as your forehead began to turn red.

You just looked so damn cute he couldn’t help but lean down towards you. But he stopped. It took everything in him to not kiss you. Moving up to lightly brush his lips over the red mark on your forehead.

Jungkook saw you wince slightly and he smiled.

It took longer for Jungkook to fall asleep but the exhaustion finally caught up to him, making his eyelids heavy.

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Jungkook woke up to the stench of mold. Feeling the surface underneath him was no longer soft but stiff and unpleasant, his eyes snapped open to take in his surroundings. Dim lightly illuminated the cold room. The walls and floor were concrete and the moldy smell made his nose scrunch up.

His eyes landed on another body laying not too far from him. The familiar slope of their neck and waist made him realize it was you. Scrambling to get to his feet, he hurried to you. Jungkook gently laid you on your back so he could examine you for any injuries. There was nothing that he could see but he placed his hand on the side of your head and you winced.

Jungkook cradled your head and slowly he slid his legs under your head. After achieving this without hurting you further he relaxed. He felt a migraine forming but he didn’t care. All he cared about was you.

He kissed your forehead softly so he wouldn’t add any more pressure. Your eyes began to flutter and Jungkook held his breath.

As your eyes focused on him you saw how concerned he was. Looking around all you saw were dark walls and one door. You felt your heart beat faster and faster as you realized where you were.

Beginning to hyperventilate you tried to curl up into Jungkook’s arms. He wrapped his arms around you even tighter. He didn’t understand what was happening until your body began to shake violently. Even after he knew what was going on, he had no idea what to do. He almost went into a panic attack with you but he didn’t want to make things worse so he just held onto you tighter. He whispered reassurances into your ears sweetly. Always making sure to call you his little strawberry.

With Jungkook’s help, your panic attack passed in a half an hour. Your breathing had steadied and your body relaxed. Jungkook had your head to his chest and his face nuzzled into the top of your head. Silence and both of your breathing were the only sounds that could be heard.

“I know who sent us those blankets.

Jungkook didn’t respond. Waiting for you to reveal who they were dealing with. So, someone was after you.

“Do you remember last night, when I got a call from someone?”

Still, Jungkook gave no response.

And still, you continued, “Well, he’s not a good guy. I did favors for him so he would help me out when I was through a rough patch. Why he wanted to help me in the first place, I’ll never know.” You’ve never told anyone this. Afraid they would look down on you for doing things that society frowned upon. “I stole, I tricked people and lured them to their death beds. Just to get out of debt or to even shop for groceries.” Laughing, you sat up and looked into Jungkook’s steely iris’ with your glassy ones.

“I understand if you want to stop being friends. He always said no one would like me after what I did,” your voice cracked as you brought your knees to your chest.

Jungkook tackled you to the ground and hovered over you. He looked into your eyes, “God, I love you.”

The door slammed open, letting in light from the hallway and the man that had brought you two here.

“I’ve heard enough,” he stepped closer to the two of you. “Don’t you think you should get off her?” It was a rhetorical question but Jungkook still answered to get on his nerves.

“Nah, I like it here,” Jungkook smirked up at him.

The man snarled and reached inside his jacket when you spoke up, “Yoongi.”

At the sound of your voice calling his name, he dropped his arm down to his side. Sighing he motioned for one of his men to grab Jungkook and pull him up from above. Jungkook began to kick and struggle.

“Kookie,” he stopped to look at you. “It’s best if you don’t struggle,” your voice was soft. You’ve been through this before. You knew the only way in and out of this building was guarded by men armed to the teeth.

And so Jungkook complied and Yoongi held out his arm for you to take like he was escorting you. Following him down the hall and into the elevator.

You’ve been in this elevator many times already knowing which button Yoongi was going to push. But his finger pushed in the one above that. The top floor. Yoongi’s penthouse. Now, you weren’t so sure what he wanted.

Yoongi could feel you get tense and he grinned. He loved your reactions. Leading you into the living room to leave you with Jungkook, two of his men, and a gun on the coffee table.

The man let Jungkook go and he went to stand next to you. He asked you, “Are you ready?”

You looked at him confusedly and Jungkook just smiled before reaching out for the gun on the table and shooting both men.

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” you said and Jungkook snickered.

“I’m sure he wanted me to do that. He’s not dumb enough to be that careless. Right?” Jungkook looked at the heavy weapon in his hand and smirked when you confirmed his suspicion.

“So you are smarter than you look,” you turned to look at Yoongi.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw his casual attire. Unbuttoned dress shirt, normal dress pants, and no shoes. He never looked anything but business-like around people.

“Y/n my dear,” he walked over to you and reached his hand out for you to take. You took it and his smile showed content, sadness, exhaustion. “The favor I wanted to ask of you, is my last and final request.”

You froze. He couldn’t possibly mean that today was the day.

“It’s okay, my dear,” Yoongi brought his hand to the side of your face to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb. “You knew this day would come.”

“And yet, it’s still hard.”

“I know.”

“Jungkook, right?” Yoongi turned towards him and gave him a slanted smile. “The gun please.”

Jungkook pointed the gun at Yoongi, “Jungkook, it’s okay. Give it to him.” He hesitated. “I promise it’s okay.” With that Jungkook handed Yoongi the gun.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” Yoongi chuckled. “Take good care of her for me,” he passed the gun into your hand.

This is why you didn’t want to do any more favors. But you made a promise.

You hugged him one last time before slowly raising the gun to the side of his head. A tear slipped from your eye as you pulled the trigger.

Your ears rang as Yoongi’s body fell to the floor. Taking the handkerchief, you knew to be Yoongi’s favorite, from the table you wiped down the gun before placing the weapon down on the table. You tucked the handkerchief into your pocket.

“Let’s go home. I think that’s enough excitement for today,” you smiled at Jungkook and grabbed your bags from the corner. “Rest in peace, Yoongi.”

Handing Jungkook his bag you took his other hand and rode the elevator down to the first floor. As expected, you were greeted by Yoongi’s right-hand man, Hoseok. In his hands, he had a box of matches and car keys. At his feet was an empty gasoline canister.

“Take care Y/n,” his smile was like the sun was shining in your face.

“I will.”

Hoseok handed you the matches and car keys and watched as the two of you exited the building. The all-black SUV was where it always was. You unlocked the car and you and Jungkook set your bags in the trunk.

Walking up to where you could see the end of the gasoline trail, you lit a match. Then you dropped it and created a trail of flames as you heard a gunshot from inside the house. It took seconds for the house to become a beacon of fire.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized as you watched the building burn.

“For what?”

“For not telling you. For putting all of this on you in just one day. For not finding the right way to explain.”

“There’s no need to apologize, but since we’re revealing secrets today, I might as well tell you mine,” Jungkook turned towards you and gazed into your eyes. He was hesitating. What if you would reject him?

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” you grinned and held his hand as you waited patiently for him to tell you.

“I masturbated to your bra before breakfast.”

“Huh?” you dumbfounded at first but then you bursted into laughter. “Jungkook, I thought- I thought it was something serious,” You kept laughing and Jungkook smiled at you fondly.

He didn’t want to lose this. He didn’t want to lose you.

“No, that’s not it. So tell me,” you wiped your tears away and looked at him expectantly. “There’s no judgment here.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and confessed, “I’m the killer. I’m the one that’s been killing all those people. The one that you’re so fascinated with.”

Your eyes widened as you stared into his dark eyes. He wasn’t joking. You turned back to the flaming building. You let out a huff of air that almost sounded like a laugh, “It actually makes a lot of sense.”

“You’re not disgusted? Scared? Disturbed?” Jungkook had a look of desperation. He didn’t know what he would do if you ended up hating him.

“No, surprised and shocked but not any of those things.”

Jungkook’s whole face lit up and he once again tackled you to the ground. He peppered your face in kisses and once he got close to your ear he whispered, “Let’s go home.”

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It was still dark as you got closer and closer to your apartment building. The flashing blue, white, and red lights were practically blinding both of you. You tried to see what apartment door they were all at through the open walkway. To your dismay, your unhinged door stood crooked and broken as officers entered and exited.

Jungkook only had to take one glance before deciding to continue driving. Fortunately, his apartment building had no one outside. After parking, you both hurried upstairs and into his apartment.

You’ve only been there a handful of times. Jungkook preferred to go to your apartment. His didn’t feel as cozy as yours did, according to him, but you had nowhere else to go.

You always loved seeing Jungkook’s place. The posters, the Iron Man figurines, and the gaming systems. They all showed a side to him that he didn’t show a lot of people.

“It seems they found Jooheon’s body,” Jungkook peeked out of the curtains. Closing them again he turns to see you staring at him.

Jungkook grinned and walked closer to you, taking your hand in his. Almost like the first night he met you.

He couldn’t believe it’s been that long and if the cops found him it’ll all be a distant memory. He would get the death penalty and he’ll never see you again.

“Why’d you kill him?”

Jungkoook looked up at you and sighed. He couldn’t really blame you for asking.

“Because he was trying to take away what’s mine,” Jungkook brought your left hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it. He kept it there as he gazed into your eyes.

“What was it?”

“You,” he spoke softly, almost whispered. Taking your ring finger he bit into it, making you wince. “Just until I can get you a real one.”

Chuckling you said, “We haven’t even had our first kiss.”

“Hm,” he brought your hand down to your side but still had a firm grip on it. “That does pose a problem, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook trailed his hand up to your jaw and his other hand came to rest on your hip before pulling you closer. Being so close, you realized how Jungkook’s pupils dilated. From far away his iris’ seem almost black. But from right here, they were a deep brown.

“Your eyes are pretty,” you blurted out causing Jungkook to laugh.

“That’s not what I was expecting,” he giggled with you and you rested your forehead against his. You felt his eyebrows furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are those sirens?”

Listening, you could hear the faint echoes of police sirens. Jungkook clicked his tongue and pulled away from you causing you to pout. He lifted your chin up with his index finger to give you a peck on the lips.

“There. Our first kiss. Now we need to go,” he quickly disappeared into the hallway while you stood there blushing.

You snapped out of it and quickly grabbed your bag, phone, everything. Jungkook didn’t take long before coming back with a set of keys you’ve never seen before. Grabbing his bag he lead you out and locked the door, even though he knew it was going to be kicked in. He had a reason for doing it. Jungkook took your hand and sprinted to where he had hidden an expensive-looking car for emergencies.

Setting the bags in the trunk, Jungkook turns to you over the roof of the car, “Wanna go get milkshakes one last time?”

To anyone that would seem like an ordinary question. You weren’t anyone. He was asking if you wanted to run away with him.

“Of course,” you said.

❀❀❀❀

Just like the night you and Jungkook met, you sat at the same booth, same milkshakes, and the same comfort around each other.

Halfway through your milkshakes, you overheard the owner and an employee talking not-so-quietly about Jungkook and Jooheon’s body being found. Jungkook met your gaze and saw a look in his eyes you couldn’t describe. It sent shivers down your spine. His eyes switched over to the approaching owner and employee.

The young worker was fidgeting and there was sweat on the owner's temples. They were obviously scared and both of you could tell. You kept sipping on your milkshake as Jungkook greeted them.

“What-what did you do after I gave you Jooheon’s address?” the overweight owner stuttered.

“I paid him a visit.”

All you saw was red. Not the red where anger takes over your vision. It was red and sticky that splattered all over you. The table, the floor, and Jungkook were drenched in bright red blood. You were absolutely stunned. It all happened so fast, you were barely able to process what had happened before Jungkook grabbed your arm.

You looked down to the floor to see the dead owner and the almost dead employee. She tried to stab Jungkook’s ankle with the small pocket knife she placed in her apron. Her attempt failed as you stepped on her wrist making her drop the knife and yell out in pain. You made sure to put as much weight as possible on her wrist.

Stepping off of her, you looked to Jungkook to see him staring darkly at you. You froze. Did you do something to anger him? Did you-

Your thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook kissed you passionately. His blood-soaked hands held your blood-spattered cheeks. You could taste iron and so did he.

You pulled away, breathless, and whispered, “We should leave.”

Jungkook nodded and took your hand as you both walked back to the car. Sitting there you both realized what would happen next.

You will be wanted, hunted, and runaways. Always on the move.

“Don’t worry, my little strawberry. I know a place where we’ll be safe,” he smiled at you before quickly looking back to the road.

“I wanna get married in the fall,” you say as you watched the passing buildings through the dirty window.

“My favorite time of year.”

❀❀❀❀

As you and Jungkook passed through a small town the police knocked down the door to Jungkook’s apartment. As they filed in the quiet ticking wasn’t heard until they all stopped.

Tick Tock

“The clock stops,” Jungkook muttered.

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Fallen Star - 14/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Not really that proud of this chap, but I hope you guys will still enjoy it!

Tagging the lovely @itzvickilou b/c I know she’s been waiting centuries for this. ;)

And also @westallen94 b/c I technically wrote it for her for an ep she didn’t spoil me on ages ago. Thank you, love.

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Chapter 14 -

Iris froze.

Slowly, she turned around, though she knew exactly who that voice belonged to. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. His voice was breaking too, which should’ve made her feel bad for him but only pissed her off. Not at him, but at herself. She should’ve known he’d come running if alarms went off. He was faster than the police. Not that the police would care about a break-in for a practically abandoned building.

Practically.

It was supposed to have been abandoned.

“Hi, Barry,” she made herself say.

He scoffed and walked towards her.

“Hi, Barry? That’s all you have to say?”

She held her ground and pursed her lips.

“What would you like me to say?”

“An explanation would be nice. Why are you…” He gestured to the building behind her. “Breaking into buildings? Don’t tell me this is for a story.”

He said it with such disgust that she couldn’t help but bristle at him and refocus her anger on the subject before her. She folded her arms.

“Oh, and what if it is?”

He scoffed. “I thought you were done with this.”

“Ha! You wish I was. Just because I haven’t been out since our break-up doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning to eventually. I was just waiting until-”

“I was okay with it?”

“Please. You’re never going to be okay with it.”

Tension simmered between them.

“Are you?” she spat.

“No,” he ground out.

She nodded knowingly.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I really thought you were past this, Iris.”

He latched his hand around her arm before she could retort. She struggled to get free, but his grip was like a vice around her.

“What- What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you in for breaking and entering.”

Her jaw dropped.

“You can’t be serious. I could do jail time for that.”

“I’m sure your dad will bail you out.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Doesn’t matter. I got what I needed.”

“Photographic evidence,” he guessed.

She smiled serenely.

“Nothing the police won’t confiscate once they have you in a cell.”

She shook her head at him, sadness overtaking the fury building inside of her.

“I can’t believe you would do that to me. After everything we’ve been through.”

“I can’t believe you would put me in a position where I have to choose.”

“Between what? Me and the law?”

His grip tightened.

“Between what you think you want and your life.”

“What good is my life if I’m not using it to make a difference? This story could-”

“Save lives, yeah, I know.” He rolled his eyes, bringing her to tears he didn’t see. “Come on, let’s go.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

She pulled back, yanking something out from inside her jacket.

“What are y-”

But he was too late reacting to her taser until he released her and fell on the ground, seizing.

“Sorry, Barry. It looks like we’re not on the same side anymore.”

“Barry? Barry?” Caitlin and Cisco’s voices could be heard emanating from the com. They got no response.

Iris didn’t wait around for Barry to trap her again. She took off running till she got to her car. She glanced in her rearview mirror before taking off, making sure he was still on the ground. The taser still affected him, but it wouldn’t last as long since he was a meta. She had to get out of there before he came to.

Turning the key, she gunned the gas pedal and took off like a bat out of hell, away from the scene of the crime with her heart screaming and tears running down her cheeks.

…

Back at STAR Labs, Cisco and Caitlin had come to the conclusion that Barry was unconscious and it would do no good to keep calling out for him.

“He’s not responding,” Caitlin said worriedly.

“What do we do?” Cisco asked.

“Well, we have to go get him obviously! Come on, I’ll drive.”

“What-” He watched as she gathered her purse and headed for the hall. “Caitlin, wait for me!”

He hurried after her.

“Why do you get to drive?” he asked, frowning.

“Because I’m taller,” she said, easily, stepping into the elevator just after the doors opened.

“Only because you’re wearing heels!”

But he followed her anyway, and at no point insisted on taking the keys from her grasp.

…

They found Barry still in his Flash suit on the ground unconscious about twenty minutes later.

“Oh, my God, Barry!”

They both ran to him.

“Drive the van over, so we don’t have to carry him as far,” Cisco suggested.

“Good idea.”

“Barry, Barry, can you hear me?”

Barry moaned. “Iriss…” he slurred, but his eyes never opened. He was still out of it.

A couple minutes later, Caitlin pulled the van up and they managed to lift Barry off the ground and put him in the back.

“What do you think she did to him?” Caitlin asked, worriedly.

“A taser if I had to guess.”

They both got back into the front seat.

“He just needs some rest. When he wakes up, he’ll be fine.”

Caitlin turned the key in the ignition and drove out of the dusty parking lot.

“I sure hope you’re right.”

…

The effects of the taser didn’t fully wear off for much longer than the team had expected, but Cisco and Caitlin were right there by his bedside in the Med Bay when Barry woke up. He groaned and looked around.

“Where-”

“You’re in STAR Labs, buddy.” Cisco squeezed his shoulder.

“You gave us quite a scare,” Caitlin said, smiling gently.

“Iris, she…”

“She tased you, man,” Cisco said. “Can’t say she didn’t come prepared, I guess.”

Barry groaned again and rolled over to the side so he could get up.

“Careful,” Caitlin warned.

“I’m a speedster, Cait. I’ll be fine.”

She relented.

He turned around, piecing the event back together.

“I have to find Iris.”

“How do you know she’s not going to try to tase you again?”

He sighed and quickly sped into normal clothes.

“I don’t.”

Cisco and Caitlin exchanged a look.

“Barry,” Caitlin tried. “I know…technically Iris broke the law, but…are you sure this isn’t about the fact that she bailed on you this morning?”

“She put herself in danger, Caitlin!” His eyes went wide as his voice rose. “Again. While I was weak, thinking that maybe she might…” He shook his head and laughed. “Well, joke’s on me. Let’s see how much her boss likes to have an employee that’s been arrested and thrown into a cell.”

Caitlin’s eyes widened.

“You’re gonna try to get her fired? Barry, that’s-”

“One way to slow her down? My thinking exactly.”

“That’s not what I-”

“I’ll see you two later. Thanks for bringing me back.”

Her mouth hanging open, she turned to look at Cisco.

“Cisco, this is not-”

“Good, yeah, I know.”

They both stared after Barry, wondering how they could get his head screwed on straight when the only person who could knock sense into him was the person whose career he was trying to destroy.

“Maybe we should call Joe. Tell him what’s up before Barry does. Barry might exaggerate things.”

“Exaggerate breaking and entering?” Caitlin raised an eyebrow.

Cisco didn’t respond to that. Instead he reached for his phone and scrolled through the contacts until he found Joe’s name.

“This would be so much less complicated if they hadn’t broken up…”

…

A knock came on Iris’ office door after lunch. She was still shaking from her experience with the Flash at the warehouse and almost didn’t hear it. It wasn’t until her best friend’s voice accompanied it that she looked up.

“Hey, Iris, I didn’t see you come i…” Her brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

Iris didn’t move, then subtly she shook her head.

Linda walked through the door, closed and locked it behind her. Hurriedly, she walked over to her friend’s side and got down on her knees, taking Iris’ hands in her own.

“What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Iris licked her lips.

“I think…Barry’s going to arrest me.”

Linda’s eyes widened in horror.

“What?! Why would he do that? Don’t tell me he- you…”

Iris sighed.

“There were cameras, Lin. And an alarm system. The Flash came to check it out and found me there.”

“Oh no.”

“We got into an argument, he tried to take me in on the account of breaking and entering…”

Linda scoffed in disgust.

“And I tased him.”

Linda’s eyes went wide again.

“You what?” But she couldn’t help smiling. She was proud of her girl.

“It was the only way I could get away!”

“Hey, hey, I don’t blame you.” She rubbed her hand over the top of Iris’ to calm her.

“Yeah, well, if he follows through…or tells my dad-”

“Hey, Joe would never let his baby girl sit in a jail cell. You don’t have to worry about that. If Barry hasn’t come already – as the Flash or as himself – he’s not going to.”

“Scott will not take kindly to one of his reporters being arrested, Lin!” She shot to her feet and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She started to pace, then stopped suddenly. “And even if my dad does intervene, he’s going to give me a serious talking to. The only one that put a stop to those annoying lectures was Barry, and now they’re on the same side. Except Barry’s worse. He tried to arrest me, Lin. Me! The supposed love of his life.”

She scoffed and sat back down.

“What a joke.” She shook her head. “There’s no getting through to him now.”

Linda nibbled on her bottom lip.

“What if I talked to him?”

Iris’ eyes flashed to hers.

“Why would that make a difference?”

“Well…I could take responsibility for the story…and you bailing on him this morning.”

Her lips parted.

“It would redirect his anger.”

“At you? No.”

“He doesn’t care if I risk my life.”

“Lin.”

“Not like he cares about you, and you know it.”

She leaned forward and captured her hands and her gaze.

“I won’t let you take on that kind of wrath. I can’t.”

“I can handle Barry Allen, trust me.” She patted her hand. Iris looked at a loss. “Let me do this for you. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t, but at least I tried.”

Iris hesitated. “Okay.”

“Good.”

“But don’t push him, okay? I don’t want you losing your job. I need you here with me.”

Linda stood up and straightened out her skirt.

“Me? Girl, please. I’m untouchable.”

She winked and headed out of Iris’ office. When she was gone, Iris leaned back in her seat staring at the closed door where her best friend had gone through.

“I wish I was.”

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viandclintbarton-supremacy · 4 years

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Imagine being from remnant and showing Team Flash you power and weapon

(You are Ruby and Yang's older sibling, Your weapon and semblance is the same as ruby's but your scythe turns into a machine gun)

After the fall of beacon you were running through the school as it was burning, you saw ruby and yang get air lifted out and tried to find any survivors until you accidently ran through a portal thing and ended on earth one and landing right in front of Barry allen and Nora Allen who were shocked to find you. You were confused by your surroundings and didn't know where you were

After they took you back to star labs and ran tests on you but cisco kept looking at your weapon in its gun form

Cisco: "Do Kids normally carry guns around from wherever your from," You gave a slight offended look

Y/N: "One I'm a 18, two i'm from remnant and three no only professional huntsmen and huntresses or those training be carry thier weapons" Cisco blinked and looked at the rest od the team giving them a really look

Cisco: "Great, we picked up a child solder" he said in a sarcastic way

Barry: "What is a huntsmen?" Barry said making everyone look at you woth curiosity especially cisco and nora. You scratch your head thinking how to explain it

Y/N: "Well they are defenders in a way, we protect the people of remnant from crime and thiese creatures called grimm who are attracted to negative emotion"

Barry nodded with a little smile thinking of how similar these huntsmen are too heroes

Nora was standing next to you fascinated by meeting someone from another realm. (I don't know what to call it) Iris and joe found it strange that thier were people in training for this and this is an a actual career choice

And Harrison was also fascinated and started to look you up and down

Cisco looked at caitlin and both were amused and intrested more. They both looked at you then to each other then the drawing board then at each other again and ran to board and wrote what you said down

Caitlin: "So is it like one big network? Like your an army, an organisation or something" she said questioning you, you scratch your ear thinking

Y/N: "Not really, there is the army from atlas but its not made from huntmens just soldiers, We take contracts that have been reporteded by civilians and then we do our job. And we don't really and we don't really have anything like an organisation. There is 4 academys, one for each kingdom" Cisco, barry and nora "ooed" in excitement as caitlin wrote down the details

Nora: "So kingdoms as in Kings and queens?" nora leaned on your shoulders clearly interested

Y/N: "Thier used to be centuries ago but thier was a war between all four kingdoms until it ended on a island called vytal, the King of vale won the war so to speak but all 4 leaders decided to abolish being kings or queens which led to peace and the academys being made"

Nora: "Schway" you looked at nora confused but everyone kept looking at you

Cisco: "What are these academys called" Cisco said like a child as he wrote down the information quickly as he can

Y/N: "Well you have Shade academy from Vacuo, Then Haven academy from Mistral, then there is Atlas academy in Atlas and finally you have Beacon academy in Vale, which is my academy"

Cisco smiled in excitement as he wrote all of this down as caitlin studied them.

Barry was interested in this earth he was hearing about and wanted to learn more.

Wells was thinking, trying to find out if he had heard of these places before

Nora was amazed to hear about a place for people to protect the public

Joe and iris couldn't help but think of the dangers the children of these academys could get into

Caitlin turned to you

Caitlin: "So these academys, how do they help you? Is it all combat training" You smiled at her feeling that you can trust these guys

Y/N: "There is a lit of combat training but you also learn about history and take test and stuff. Ever since i started at the academy i learned how to use my weapon and semblance much better in combat" everyone frowned at you

Harrison: "What did you mean semblance?" You frowned

Y/N: "you don't know what a semblance is most of remnant have it?" they all shook their heads "Um well, i guess.......its like a super power"

Cisco stopped writing and turned to you gasping, while everyone was surprised

Cisco "You have powers!?"

Y/N: "Yep" you said non chantley

Nora appreard infront of you

Nora: "Show us please please please" barry and cisco both came up next to her saying please too

You looked around iris and joe shrugged basically saying you have no choice, while caitlin gave a begging look

Harrison was closer to you and was still looking you up and down

You looked at them sheepishly

Y/N: "Is there a field where i can show you guys?"

A Field nearby

Y/N: "Oof its cold" you were standing on a field while the rest of the guys were watching

Cisco: "Come on red lets go, i wanna experiment the hell out if you" you looked at him wide eyed

Iris jabbed cisco's arm which he held in pain

Barry: "Don't mind him, his crazy but not a crazy enough to remove something of yours" You gave a nervous smile.

You looked to the field and show a medium rock and you decided you would run to it and back again. you jumped up and down warming up, you glanced at nora who gave you a thumbs up

You breathed in and out

"WHOOSH"

The whole in shock you just disappeared into red roses

Joe: "H-he turned into flowers" harrison sighed

Nora: "im confused"

Harrison: "Follow the trail" everyone did as hr said and at the end was you waving back

Barry: "W-wait did he just-"

"WHOOSH"

he was cut by rose petals flying infront of him as you was now back where you were before you ran

Y/N: "Thats my semblance, Speed"

Iris, joe and caitlin were wide eyed

Wells was slightly smiling with a face that said of course you power is speed

Cisco stared to laugh happily

While Nora and Barry somewhat smiling but with their jaws dropped

Barry: "I think we are gonna got along just fine" you frowned but then a flash of electricity burst from barry as he ran fast copying your route and stopped infront of you smirking

You were wide eyed and gobsmacked

Y/N: "y-yyou-"

Nora: "HEY" you glanced at nora and she then did the same as Barry, she ran to the rock and then back infront of you

"We can run fast too"

Y/N: "THATS SO COOL, YOU GUYS ARE LIKE ME BUT WITH ELECTRIC COMING OUT OF YOU" You said like a little kid getting a chrismas gift

Barry: "What about you, you leave rose petals. THATS AWESOME" Barry laughed heartly as nora bent down and pickes up a bunch and threw em in the air. You laughed at her action but still you couldn't believe your luck. You bump into two people who can run faster then you

Harrison: "So another speedster but leaves rose's and looks way more elegant at running then you two do" he said glancing at the two infront of yoh who rolled thier eyes in return

Y/N: "I guess i am speedstar in way but my speed helps me get in close and personal with chop up some grimm" you said proudly

Joe: "Chop? What you have a sword now?" he said in disbelief

You frowned, no my sycthe. Oh i didnt show them it

Y/N: "OH sorry, you only saw it in gun form" you reached for your weapon on your lower back"

Barry: "Gun form?"

You puller the latch and it transformed into its sycthe mode

Barry/Nora: "HOLY SHIT"

Cisco: "OH MY GOD ITS BEAUTIFUL" cisco looks at you like a crazied fanboy

Joe/iris: "I need a drink"

Harrison and caitlin were just wide eyed

Nora: "HOW CAN YOU HOLD THAT THING UP" (wink wink)

Y/N: "This is called blooming rose and I designed her to not be too heavy for me" You could then felt cisco breathing next to you

Cisco: "Y-you made her" You smiled and nodded, cisco threw his arm around your shoulder "Y/N i think this is a beginning to a beautiful friendship" you smiled and saw nora looking at blooming rose

You laughed and smiled and handed it to her, she smiled excitedly

Nora then tried hold the weapon up but started to lose balances and tried to lift it to her chest but then started to slowly fall backs

Nora: "aw crap" the weight was too much

"CRASH"

Y/N: "ouch"

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Interview 03-IO/GW-██

TRANSCRIPT -- Interrogation session 03-IO/GW-██

Date: ████ of █████, 20██

Interrogator on site: Captain ████ Raynes

Transcription Correspondent: Agent ███████ Brewer

Begin recording at 1000 HRS.

S001, ‘Garis’, awaits in the interrogation chamber, appearing fatigued, but stable.

Interrogator agent Raynes is cleared to attempt interrogation.

Interrogator Raynes enters the interrogation chamber. Door is locked.

Begin Questioning.

Garis: Guess we know the drill by now. So… what you got for us this time?

Raynes: Well, surprisingly… our team recovered quite a lot of paperwork. Your cult leader didn’t really seem to have the due diligence to burn it.

Garis: So… lots of stuff we didn’t know about, then? Like what?

Raynes: Cryptocurrency transactions, recruitment figures, personal expenses… the brand name doubled as a money-laundering front for some people your… leader, was associated with, it looks like. Other than that… he was a gambler. Day-trader, broker, conman… you name it.

Garis: Oh, there’s a fair few fucking names we’d use for that degenerate piece of filth. … hey, there’s one of them just now.

Raynes: I’m with you there. I already told about what we found in that pudding - looks like he used the same stuff on himself. Him and Rosenfeld. You think… maybe he wanted to believe his own lies?

Garis: More likely he was just a junkie. Both of them. Using people like us to bring in the dirty money, doing whatever they please and letting the others do the same, ‘cause as long as they make a profit-

Raynes: Hey, hey, hey. I get it. Chill. They were greedy bastards, secret’s out, but they’re dead now. Speak ill of ‘em all you want, but… I’m afraid there’s more. That pudding they gave you? For both you in the cult and the general populace, they put blood in it.

Garis: I-... blood? Like-... my blood?

Garis appears to become nauseous at the concept. They take out a lozenge that agent Raynes had previously provided them with and suck on it.

Raynes: Yeah. Possibly… those blood donations went into it. Mr. Whittock-... Judas, wanted to study the effects of the blood of the young on the aging process using a large sample. When he got something solid, he was gonna sell it to all kinds of people. Politicians, criminals, all kinds of people who were past their prime. Another profit incentive.

Garis: And a way to keep the old and corrupt in power. Fuck… that- you destroyed all that, right?

Raynes: I can’t confirm or deny that.

Note: It’s destroyed. I saw to it myself.

Garis: So… you’ve got all this from those documents. Why are we still here? Just for the hell of it?

Raynes: There’s still a few questions I need to ask you. One of them is about the, ah... possible terrorist motives of the cult. Given everything I’ve just told you, everything Judas looked like he was building up to… why the sudden change of heart? Why order a shipment of weapons so conspicuously?

Garis: We-... we can’t say for sure. Not from our perspective, but… there were-... we got messages from the God in the Numbers around the same time we all received what I later found out were weapons. It… it wasn’t Judas that was talking.

Raynes: So… the other one. Elijah?

Garis: We were... doped up, all of us. Same thing they always did to us, but we knew. I knew. Gale knew. And his voice-... the voice- Elijah, he was the one the God in the Numbers spoke from. We all got our guns, told they would… told it was the rapture. We didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I heard what people thought. That we’d go out and show these ‘relics’ to the world, redeem them in the eyes of God. But… we alone felt the cold steel of a nine millimeter in our hands.

Raynes: But… why do this? Haemolife was more or less off the radar until that weapons shipment came in.

Garis: … I think that was the point where they finally factored Gale in. Someone who could get past that barrier, someone who had the willpower to defy the God in the Numbers. Someone who didn’t have the same fear Iris did. They knew… they knew she’d blab eventually. Desperate times, maybe.

Raynes: And the way Rosenfeld took desperate measures was to initiate a terrorist attack before you could expose the truth?

Garis: No - not to take everyone else out. To destroy everyone in the know - myself included. Maybe something changed along the way, maybe they realised your CIA was onto them. Either way… it was the end for all of us.

Raynes: Even the ones cross country… shit. They were prepared for this. Shit… I mean… you told me about your parents. I guess you didn’t leave anyone behind, at least

S001 grimaces at these words. Their mood appears to be taking a turn for the worse.

Garis: … we did. Fuck. I did. We… couldn’t even say goodbye. We knew what was happening, and-... we pushed him away. We didn’t want to drag him into this, too.

Raynes: Who?

Garis sighs.

Garis: … his name was Alex. He was there for us. If it wasn’t for him, we might not be Garis now. He showed us the best of times, and stuck with us in the worst of times. He knew… he knew about what we truly went through, we told him. And he helped us anyway. Loved us anyway. He-....

Garis pauses for a brief moment. Their face looks almost guilty.

Garis: They, told me about how their dad used to isolate them socially, stick them to one place, and how they grew jealous of all the other kids who had parents who loved them, parents who took them places instead of keeping them cooped up in their rooms, parents that… didn’t have any agreement between each other to do what they wanted to their children. Together, we figured out ways to fight back against our respective abusers. I was able to defy the God in the Numbers because of them. Because of their... humanity, that nobody else showed us. Fuck… all that time, we thought we were saving them. But, now we’re together, we realise… they were saving us. If they became a target…

Raynes: … tell me something. If there’s something you could say to them right now, if they’re alive, if they could listen... what would it be?

Garis hesitates. Agent Brewer detects this conversation is becoming too personal in nature, but the interrogator is owed some leeway.

Garis: … I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t explain to you what was happening, Alex. But… you saved my life. I wish I knew where you were, and I promise one day we’ll find a way to talk to each other again, someway, somehow, and I’ll tell you, once and for all… thank you.

Note: Raynes has taken all the leeway he’s getting.

Agent Brewer enters the interrogation chamber.

Brewer: Raynes, what are you doing?! This isn’t helping us, we’ve gotten everything we need! Now let’s move on to the next stage already, and-

Raynes: William! Get back to your post, I told you I’d handle this.

Brewer: Oh, because you’ve handled everything so fucking well so far, haven’t you?

Garis: Hey, shut the fuck up, goatee!

Raynes: Yeah, shut the fuck up! Finish up that transcript and we’ll take it outside the interrogation chamber. We’ll move onto the wrap up once you’ve got that shit out your system.

Garis: The… ‘wrap up’? What is this? What have you got planned now, CIA?

Raynes: … I guess we’ll see for ourselves. Please, go back to your cell. Things are gonna work themselves out - starting right now.

#[REDACTED] The Haemolife Files #cult tw #abuse tw #{ wow colette. two haemolife files in two days? what's up with you? }#{ well hey! }#{ we're finally reaching the conclusion! }#{ the next few ones will be smaller }#{ a LOT smaller than this i'm sorry this one was chunky }#{ but it's important! }#{ but! i'm hoping this'll be like. the fourth to last? yeah }

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False Start - Hilton

CW: Reluctant whumper, knives mention, human breeding mention, threat of future noncon, gun mention, swearing

[Masterlist] [Next?] [Referencing this piece]

~ 2,000 words

[ - At the Southern Mantle Hotel - ]

Griffin grit his teeth. God, he didn’t want to do this. He knew going undercover would force him into impossible situations, but God he didn’t want to do this. He really, truly, seriously hated his power sometimes.

Sure, anyone else who looked at the teenager gagged and bound to the chair would know he was terrified, but they didn’t read it like Griffin did. He didn’t want to be the one sitting in front of him. He didn’t want to be the one holding the picture and the knife. He didn’t want to be the one that caused the fear that consumed the boy. A mean to an end, a mean to an end, he told himself as he looked at the picture. He recognized the face; it was on quite a few internal memos back at the Corps.

Hilton - he wished he could forget the kid’s name – already looked exhausted. This would be the sixth vision of the day. Griffin had wanted to lie; say he could tell the kid needed a break. It never would have worked, but he had wanted to try. He wanted, no, needed, to do something to make up for the fact he knew it was a lie.

He saw the way the kid sat, how he breathed. He was in pain, he was confused and broken and overwhelmed, but resigned. Strong. Griffin could see in the set of his shoulders and the jut of his chin that he could take more. And that he would.

It made him sick. Everything about this made him sick in a way he didn’t even know he could feel. Tyler had seen the ways that he tried to edge out of the room during the first vision, trying keep his eyes away. He had called him on it, too. Now he was forced into an impossible situation. They told him he should learn, now that Vince was gone.

“Where the hell did you guys learn this anyway?” he muttered to Victoria, trying to buy Hilton more time. She stood behind the chair, picking at her nails.

“Mostly trial and error, honestly. We did pick up a couple of things from the breeder before Tyler killed him.” The last two words were clearly pointed in Tyler’s direction, more teasing than they were angry. Tyler barely looked up from his phone as he grinned at her.

Griffin’s thoughts froze.

“What?”

“Look, if he had just given the kid up willingly, I wouldn’t have killed him. He knew that.” This time he didn’t look up from his phone.

“I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t clear. What do you mean by breeder?” His voice was sharp and pointed.

Victoria ran her fingers through Hilton’s hair, sending a shudder down his spine.

“Oh, come on Marshalls. Doesn’t one of your cousins have the, uh, shit what are those called? The ones with electricity. Pearsons?”

“Nah, you’re thinking of the Dewwit’s crop. Pearsons are the water ones. Cool, but really fucking difficult to keep. The Marshalls guy keeps Levens.”

Griffin had to ground himself. It felt like Tyler had somehow pulled all the oxygen out of the room as he spoke. The way they talked about it was so casual, so normal. It had been a couple of years since he had talked to his cousins, and he sure as hell wasn’t going try and reach out now. Victoria tilted her head and gave him a look as moved to use both hands to comb through Hilton’s hair.

“What? Like you didn’t know.”

“I don’t talk to my family much,” he grumbled. He couldn’t meet Hilton’s eye.

“I really wish you hadn’t killed him though. Now the other breeders won’t talk to us, so we’ll have to find a mate the hard way.” She laughed, “Don’t you wish people put their genes on their dating profiles? That would make it so much easier.” Victoria punctuated the last few words with tugs of the curly dark hair in her hands. She looked up and saw Griffin’s expression.

“Oh, don’t worry. Syndicate gets pick of the litter, cross my heart. Hell, you can have more than one.” She leaned over Hilton’s shoulder and got close to his face, reaching down to squish his cheeks. “And you’ll make some pretty cute ones, won’t you?”

Griffin’s brain flat out refused to process what he had just heard. Was, was she implying what he thought she was? A mate? Pick of the litter? No. No, this was too far.

He would blow the operation before he let that happen.

He had to catch Hilton’s eye, to give him some comfort, to hint to the kid that he wasn’t going to let that happen, but he wished he didn’t. This time and every time he thought of it, he wished that he hadn’t.

He had expected to see fear, or hate, or anger. He saw nothing. Nothing but resignation and acceptance. The utter helplessness in the kid was overpowering. He must have heard this before, many times. He was expecting it, just waiting. Griffin needed to get him out. Now.

“Come on, we still have an order to fill.”

Internally, Griffin groaned. He needed to formulate a plan, contact Director Hayword, secure the last bits of intel. There was so much to do and torturing a teenage was not part of it. But the stomach turning conversation wasn’t enough of a distraction to get them off track.

He was thrown back in the impossible situation; between sadist and bastard, holding a knife to the only innocent person in the room. He grit his teeth and steeled himself, gripping the handle of the switchblade until his knuckles were white.

He watched as Victoria mussed Hilton’s hair one last time and pulled the headphones over his ears. She centered the boy and looked to Griffin expectantly.

Griffin held up the photo.

The headphones were blaringly loud, and Hilton’s eyes were searching the photo frantically. Griffin paused a little longer, hoping that the fear alone would work and he wouldn’t have to use the litany of tools he was offered. He could feel Victoria’s hard stare, and a piece of him died as he drew the blade across Hilton’s thigh.

He would never forget the way he jerked, wincing red eyes that tried so hard to stay open. The shaky, shallow breaths that huffed through his nose. His jaw trembled and Griffin wanted to vomit. He wished there was a gun to his head, that there was a knife to his own throat. Maybe the guilt wouldn’t eat him alive if there was a physical representation of force.

Maybe it would.

No. Stop. Asset, not kid. This is your damn job. Do your damn job. Stop. Focus. You know what you’re doing. Act now, apologize later.

He slid the blade across again; swift, clean cuts the only comfort he had to offer. The blade was sharp, cutting through the boy’s skin easily. Hilton shook, full body tremors from adrenalin and exhaustion.

It was one moment. One single solitary second when Hilton’s eyes locked with his. The icy blue eyes that were sharp with terror, wide and desperate. It was one moment before the eyes clouded over, pupils dilating and going grey.

“Shit,” griffin breathed as he backed away. He had never been close enough to see the boy’s eyes before. The pupils grew until there was only the slightest blue ring left, iris nearly entirely black. The black greying, shifting and swirling into a silver of storm clouds. It would have been captivating, if it weren’t for the way the boy’s body shuddered and slumped.

“See? It’s really not that hard.”

Griffin quickly closed the knife, not bothering to wipe the blood off. He shot a quick glare at Victoria. Not for him, maybe, but for Hilton?

The boy suddenly jolted, wrists straining against the tape that held them in place. His lashes fluttered as his head lulled to the side, but the icy blue eyes never opened. His breath was ragged, panting through his nose.

Griffin could see the moment his body gave out, with Victoria’s hands in his hair. He turned away, trying to pretend that he wasn’t part of this. That he wasn’t responsible for the blood on his hands.

“Damn, it’s him again.” Victoria’s face twisted up into a snarl as she looked through the memories.

Then she laughed. “Oh, wait; I think he should see this one.”

She walked around in front of Hilton, pushing Griffin out of the way. With one, swift motion, a crack rang out and the boy’s head snapped to the side. Griffin bit his lip, forcing his hands to unclench from the fists that were so ready to knock her out.

Hilton rolled his head back to the center, slowly, as if he was underwater. His hair was sweaty, face pale except for the bright red handprint on one cheek. His eyes fluttered, as if he was having trouble opening his eyes. Victoria rolled her eyes and peeled the tape off his mouth. Hilton gasped, chest heaving.

More air seemed to help, as after a moment, he was able to open his eyes. Victoria hooked a finger under his chin and leaned in close, noses nearly touching.

“Hey there. You fucked up again, hm?”

Hilton’s eyes still weren’t focused on the face inches away from his own. They crossed and uncrossed, trying to make sense of the input they were getting. After a moment, the words seemed to register. Tears welled in his eyes as his breathing picked up.

“I’m, I’m sorry,” he croaked, voice dry and breaking. Victoria hummed.

“Here, little Seer. I think you’re allowed to keep this one.” She turned his head to the TV and walked over to it. She grinned and placed her hand on the side of the flatscreen, projecting the memory onto it.

Griffin looked on. What else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t look at Hilton anymore. He didn’t want to see the state that he was in. He needed a help, medical help, judging by the way his eyes weren’t focusing anymore. They were going to kill him soon, if Griffin didn’t do anything.

Victoria’s back was turned. Tyler was absorbed in his phone.

Griffin had a gun on his hip.

It would be easy. Easy to pull the weapon, easy to fire two shots. No one would notice in a hotel like this one. Fire the shots, grab Hilton, take him down to the underground parking garage through the service elevators. Griffin’s truck was there, gassed and ready to go. He could call headquarters on the way.

Griffin stood, hand slinking down to his side, feet planting, ready to make his move. Why shouldn’t he? What was one good reason that he shouldn’t stop this from going any further this second?

The television flickered to life, the perspective unmistakably fluid, not recorded with any camera. The scene was viewed though an outsider’s angle; a specter’s vision captured by a screen that was never meant to hold it.

They all watched the scene on the screen unfold with rapt attention, but the difference of reaction was as wide as the largest chasm.

Tyler watched, amused by the clinical white room and padded examination table.

Victoria watched with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, savoring the way Hilton writhed and cried strapped down.

Hilton watched with terror etching its mark deep into his bones, shaking as he watched the men and women in white lab coats hold him down and sedate him.

Griffin watched with complete and utter disbelief, the false start of his escape cold in his chest.

He knew that room. Hell, he had been in those rooms. He had put people in there, after a training session or a mission had gone south. He had closed those cuffs around wrists when they were too distraught to understand what was going on.

That was a DIFC medial bay.

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