Jamea: Hey Pads!
Sirius: Yeah?
James: So-um, do you know your brother?
Sirius: Do I know my brother? Well, I hope so.
James: Not like that. So, um-I kind of have a date tonight.
Sirius, thinking the topic was changed: Oh, cool!!
James: Wait, you don't mind?
Sirius, confused: Why would mind you dating?
James, grinning: Thanks Pads!!
Sirius: You're...welcome?
James: I Love you Pads. Oh shit, I gotta go meet him. Bye!!
Sirius: Love you too, Prongs. Bye!
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I wanted to draw something from Coil (the sequel to Magic and Mystery by Allegory_for_Hatred) and I also wanted to do something with really dramatic lighting~
So I did this.
:D
Btw. Would highly recommend this fic. It is. Amazing. Magic and Mystery and Coil are two of my favourite bsd fics. Basic premise?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart/Iris West
Chapter: 1 of ?
Fic summary: Iris West was just looking for someone who wouldn't lie to her. That's how she came to trust Leonard Snart. Along the way, she found out who the Flash was, and learned she had her own destiny waiting for her - if she was willing to choose it. And now her fate is about to get twisted up with the destinies of both the men she loves.
As powers are lost and gained, and cosmic forces claim their avatars, Iris and Barry are about to need more than an honest thief. They're going to need someone who's willing to risk destiny for them.
The sequel to An Honest Thief.
Chapter 1 summary: Barry moves house. Iris avoids feelings. Len gets a literal wake-up call.
Snippet:
“What are you doing?” Iris has just long enough to hiss, while Joe is on the phone.
Leonard shrugs. He’s now sprawled on the sofa, his cold gun hanging at a jaunty little angle over the side. It’s so ridiculous, Iris could laugh. She doesn’t.
“With plenty of peppers,” her dad is saying. “Huh? Yeah, twenty - that’s what I said. Well, you should meet my kid. He’s got hollow legs.”
“Sounds terrible for running,” Leonard says cheerfully.
Barry slaps him on the arm.
“Pizza’s on the way.” Joe marches back to the armchair, taking a seat directly opposite Leonard. Iris knows that pose. This just became an interrogation. “And then we can talk about what the hell my kids are thinking, dating you.”
Barry is on the sofa seat to Leonard’s right, having trouble looking anyone in the eye.
“Be nice, Dad.” Iris taps Leonard’s boots till he puts them down and makes room for her, and she takes the seat on his left. Too late, she realises how that looks. The three of them are a wall against her dad.
But it’s clear Leonard doesn’t need Iris to defend him. The feigned helpfulness is all gone - his smirk has turned distinctly unfriendly. Maybe unconsciously, his fingers are twitching near his cold gun. Iris wonders if he’d be making more of an effort if her dad was trying at all.
“Only one of them is your kid, Detective. And in case you hadn’t noticed, she’s all grown-up. She makes her own decisions.”
If Iris could growl like Mick Rory, that’s what she’d be doing. It’s a terrible time for Leonard to bring up either of their relationships, and he knows it. But apparently that’s just the theme of the day.
Leonard turns his smirk on Barry. “And then we’ve got the other one, making exactly the same decision. What did you call it, Detective - I couldn’t hear everything through the door - their terrible dating choices? Think you meant choice. Singular.”
Her dad is staring at Leonard. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, Iris wonders where his gun is. Then she realises he wouldn’t actually shoot Leonard.
Probably not.
“But at least they’re both having a good time,” Leonard finishes.
In the history of Joe West’s angry silences, the one that follows is sure to be legendary.
Leonard waits it out for several minutes before he breaks it. He holds out the box of cookies to Iris. “Chocolate chip? Courtesy of Mick Rory.” He tilts his head at Joe. “Iris likes Mick.”
Never mind her dad and his gun. Iris is going to kill Leonard herself.
Don’t judge me harshly for my first ever Spock pov, please
Where the West Begins
18. Bandolier
“Spock,” Scotty called across the yard.
Spock stopped and turned, standing still as the Scotsman caught up to him.
“How’s Jim doing today?”
“Much better,” Spock replied, with a faint tightness around his mouth that could pass for a smile. “Though I do not understand why Dr. McCoy did not inform him he was being poisoned.”
Scotty appeared to sigh. “Aye, maybe we should have told ye, but we worried the lass may start to catch onto us or harm someone else.”
“I see.”
“And ye know the lad, he never wants to admit to being under the weather.”
“That is true, unfortunately.”
“But I’m sure if he’d gotten any worse Len would have stepped in. Ye know he was tearing himself up about it trying to fix it,” Scotty said.
“In hindsight his distress was clear. Is there something you needed, Scotty?”
“Aye!” The Scotsman perked up. “I was having some wee trouble with some calculations for that new out building, and was hoping ye could help me.”
“I’d be happy too,” Spock said. He followed quietly behind the other man.
His mind was eased some at Scotty’s explanations of the doctor’s actions. Yes, Jim could be stubborn about some things, especially concerning himself, but Spock had seen McCoy go head to head with the ranch owner many times and come out the winner. If the doctor had been stubborn this time, Jim would not have suffered as long as he had.
Though in the end Jim was healing and that woman was gone. She would be a reminder to them to be vigilant of those who came to them.
In the evening, after dinner, the others were helping wash up or take care of the evening chores, but Spock wandered to his room. From under his bed he drew out a small chest. It was long but not very wide, nor very deep.
He took a very slow, deep breath as he sat on the bed and undid the latches. The relics of a previous life lay inside. Spock had not looked at them since he had come to the ranch and shoved the chest underneath the bed.
The past months had drawn forth thoughts he’d not had for a very long time. Of family, long gone separate ways.
A photograph sat on top, old and faded. Spock lifted it and looked. His parents. So different from each other and so fiercely devoted to each other. He set the photograph aside, and turned to the next item. His fingers ran gently over the smooth handle of a small knife. Gingerly he lifted it and slid it an inch from the hilt. The sharp blade gleamed, though he knew what deeds had been done with it.
Spock closed his eyes for a moment and breathed slowly. He slid the knife back in the sheath and set it down. Soft leather was next.
Spock startled at a knock on the door.
“Spock, you in there?”
Jim.
Spock stared at the door, then glanced at the open chest in front of him. No one had seen these things since he had packed them away.
“Yes,” he finally answered.
“You alright?” Jim sounded concerned. That was wrong; Spock should be the one still concerned for Jim. He was still healing.
“I am fine.”
“Alright if I come in?” Jim called through the door, sounding amused.
Spock looked again at the open chest, and his breath grew tight. He let it out and made himself relax.
“Yes.”
The door opened and Jim stepped in wearing a bright smile.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
“The door please Jim.”
“Oh. Sure.” Jim turned back and closed the door before he crossed over to look at the items on the bed.
“Who’s this?” Jim asked, pointing at the photograph. “May I?” His hand reached halfway to it.
“My parents,” Spock said stiffly. “You may.”
Jim lifted the photo carefully and studied it. “You look like both of them,” he said with a smile.
“I wish that I didn’t.”
Jim looked over at him in confusion. Spock looked away towards the window.
“One parent from each side of the conflict does not make one very welcome afterwards in either place.”
“Oh. Spock—”
“They loved each other.” Spock gave his head a sad shake. “But I did not belong. I tried, on both sides. I fought.” Spock touched the knife again. “I killed. But neither side wanted me.”
From the chest he pulled a long leather belt, folded together.
“I was not enough for either, despite my skills.” He held the folded belt angled across his chest.
“What did you do?” Jim sat down on the bed with the chest between them.
“I left. I worked for who paid the most.”
“A mercenary?”
“Perhaps you would name what I did that.”
“What happened?”
“I received a letter saying my parents had been killed. They had tried to stop the next conflict. Each side blamed the other for their deaths.”
“I’m sorry.”
Spock shook his head. “I gave up that life. I wandered and I ended here.” He set the bandolier back in the chest, then laid the knife back on top. He reached over and took the photo from Jim. With it in the chest he closed the lid and did the latches again.
“Too many fight in this world. I choose not to anymore, but I will defend what is mine.” His dark eyes looked across at Jim with intensity.
Jim nodded slowly. “Thank you for telling me.”
Spock nodded in acknowledgment.
“Is there anything I can do?” Jim asked quietly.
“Keep being the good person you are in this terrible world.”
“It’s not all terrible Spock,” Jim grinned suddenly. “It brought you here to me didn’t it?”
Warmth crept up Spock’s face at Jim’s words and he fought to hide it.
Since first son au is done (*sobbing*) I'm probably gonna turn my attention to some of the smutty one shots I have planned, so here's a moodboard of my graphoerotica fic which will be a sequel to my poet eddie fic
Tagging @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @anxieteandbiscuits @paranoidbean @transbuck @transboybuckley @bigfootsmom @buddierights @diazass @butchdiaz @bucks118 @diazblunt @honestlydarkprincess @betty-boom @jesuisici33 @roy-kents @spotsandsocks @useramor @oliverstaark @buck2eddie (sorry if you've been tagged and done it already) and anyone else who wants to share!
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The door to the book store jingles joyfully when Trixie pushes it open, as though it too is happy she’s back. She’s immediately greeted with the welcome warmth of a little space heater stood near the reading nook. A couple of people browsing the bookshelves look up and greet her with soft, muted voices. Trixie barely has time to close the door behind her when Katya rushes over. She barely manages a “hi” before grabbing Trixie by the wrist and swiftly guiding her to the back of the store. Katya opens the door to the little hallway and pulls both of them, and Trixie’s gigantic suitcase, inside, before pressing Trixie against it.
“Hi, hello. You’re here,” Katya presses out. She sounds almost out of breath and it makes Trixie giggle and press her cold nose into Katya’s cheek. Katya shudders a little.
Art isn't mine btw, it's @/wretchedraymond45 s I'm pretty sure that's what the watermark says anyway I really need to keep better track of my screenshots
