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Terravenger - Season 5: Part One - Episode 337 (Do Not Copy)

   The teenaged pair -- Eli Peters and Damon Blake -- had come outside from the doors of the Sky Dye Mall. Damon carried a large white bag of flat boxes as he and Eli walked toward the beautiful Smith Park. And a watchful Eli stopped immediately.

   The pair spotted someone standing before them -- the older teen named Pacey Deacon.

   Pacey informed Eli "I remember how heartbroken Ren was once he saw you with him. In fact, I know exactly how he reacted because I was present along with him and Tai."

   "Get to the point Deacon," said Eli. "Why are you coming at me right now?"

   A smiling Pacey shook his head and replied "As I said, Ren has a great heart. How he was able to forgive you for your infidelity puzzles me. I have come to challenge you to a fight."

   "Are you serious?" questioned Damon. "A l'houre actuelle? Iai?"

   "Ren may have forgiving you," Pacey told them. "But I... No, I have not. And I have no problem beating a true apology out of you Eli."

   "A true apology?" repeated Eli.

   Pacey took off his scarf and threw it to the ground as he said "You thought I have not heard how malicious you truly are? I was told of how you prey for people such as Ren from both Paige and Tai. You are low enough to match even the Dark Lord himself."

   Eli walked toward him and asked "You're defending Ren's honor?"

   "Certainly," answered Pacey. "Ren is a close friend of mine. I would never let a snake like you sink your poison into his life any further."

   Then Eli gave out a soft laugh and said "You remind me of his cousin Tai. He never wanted me around Ren to begin with."

   "Eli?" called Damon.

   After that, Eli stood with his right hand on his waist.

   "And for the record," Eli continued. "I never liked you Pacey, not once. You may appear as a righteous person. But inside, you are nothing but a cake-eater wearing fancy clothes."

   Pacey laughed and said "If you were not a deceptive individual, I would have been offended by that remark."

   "You know nothing about me Deacon," claimed Eli. "But then again, people like you think you can walk over those who always struggle in life."

Episode 337:  Broken Ties -- The Relentless Flame

During one bright morning, a person hurried into the living room of a small house.

The person was a younger Eli Peters with longer dark hair and a thin beard. He wore a sand-colored T-shirt, tight brown jeans, and gray slippers.

A tired Eli lowered his head as he faced two other people that sat on an old couch at the middle of the room.

The one sitting at the right side was a smiling older woman with long brown hair, light-blue eyes, and fair skin. She also had on black eyeliner and pink lipstick. She wore a white blouse with long sleeves, tight gray pants, and brown slippers.

The other was a calm older man. He had short dark hair that laid on both sides of his head. He had brown eyes, fair skin, and a thick beard. He wore a collared white shirt, a gray business suit, and black shoes.

"Mom?" Eli called.

He soon found the older man and claimed "If Dad's home, something's gone wrong."

The woman stood up as she held a black folder with both hands.

"What's that?" cried Eli.

And the mother told him "It's for you Son. It's from your dad and I."

She handed the folder to him. And Eli sat on an old wooden chair as he held the folder in his hands.

"Mom?" asked Eli. "What is this?"

"It's okay Son," The father told him. "Open it and read."

Then Eli opened the folder and read the first page to himself.

"Read it out loud," The smiling man ordered.

And Eli read "Greetings Eliot James Roman. You have been selected for the chance to strengthen your education. As of today, you will be enrolled as a student at the Midas Armed Forces, a military school located in Midas City on the planet Terravenger."

"You have been chosen to become a student at this academy," The mother replied. "They are paying for everything from the transportation to the books."

"But why me?" questioned Eli. "Why not..."

"I entered you," The mother claimed. "A brochure was mailed to the house. I read that this was not only a military base. But it was a school full of children that are like you."

"Like me?" repeated Eli.

"Your gran told me everything," said the mother.

Then the father responded "You have the ability to manipulate Fire. That is why I let Mom enter your name into the list of candidates for that academy."

"I knew it would be a long list," The mother implied. "But I didn't give up. It has been nearly a month. And this folder came in the mail."

"Son," The father informed Eli. "They said that you would have a yearly grant for supplies and food. They are also letting you live at an apartment for free. The principal there seems to really want to help you."

Tears came down from his eyes as Eli gave out a soft smile.

"Your gran wants you to go there too," The mother replied. "She wants you to learn and become all that you can be."

"That..." Eli cried. "That sounds like Gran."

"We only want what's best for you, my boy," The father told him. "I don't want you to become like me. I want you to succeed in everything these people throw at you."

"We want you to make friends," said the mother. "And possibly bring a girl home. Kids too."

Eli blushed as the father told his wife "Tara! Don't do that. You know he's into guys."

Then Eli turned to his father and asked "You know?"

The smiling father shook his head and told him "Be happy with whoever you want. But you will always be my boy."

More tears fell from his eyes and Eli lowered his head.

"Well," said the mother. "It doesn't matter who you bring home. As long as you're happy."

"Eliot," called the father.

Eli looked up at him once again and the father told him "Just give them all you got. And don't forget that you have all of us at your corner."

"You do Son," said the mother.

Some time later, Eli hurried to a door and found someone in a room waiting for him as they sat on a chair which was by the left side of a small bed.

"Eliot," The person called.

It was an elderly woman with pale skin and brown eyes. And her long white hair was slicked back. She wore a sleeveless white blouse and a long dark-brown dress. She also had on long white socks and brown slippers. And she wore a pale-brown coat that was opened.

She opened her arms and said in a soft voice "Come to me."

Eli ran to her and laid his right cheek on her la as he continued to cry.

"You will do fine there Eli," The elder told him. "The work will be hard. But you will get through it. You just have to study hard, and believe in yourself."

Then Eli lifted up his head and wiped his tears with his left hand.

"My boy," The grandmother continued. "My special boy. You are smart. You will succeed in all your classes, I know it. You will also find yourself a good man -- someone to share your life with."

"This school," Eli told her. "They know about my power. The principal knows that I can make Fire like you do."

"Yes," The elder responded. "I heard from your mom that the school helps kids like you learn how to control their special abilities. I also heard there was a psychic there that you can talk to. I read up on her. She is a nice lady. Alexis Sanyo. Yes, that's her name."

"Then I could go to her for guidance," Eli implied. "That will be a start."

"And I know.." The elder added. "...that you will be protected. Not only you have a strong principal. But you'll have a powerful and wise general."

And Eli shook his head as he gave out a large smile.

During that very night, Eli stood at a forest that was full of tall trees.

He wore tight blue jeans and brown boots. And he had on a gray shirt with a hood that was over his head.

Eli rose his right hand as he was watched by his grandmother who sat on a wooden chair behind him.

"Just focus on the target," She told her grandson.

Eli stared at the large tree that was in front of him for a moment. He soon closed his eyes and began to concentrate. And fire began to cover the entire tree instantly.

He finally opened his eyes and found the tree standing before him burning in flames.

"You will do well," The grandmother implied. "You must stay focus on the object you wish to take down."

"Yes Gran," said Eli. "I will."

[soft-boy-stefan]

Working Legs (Pt. 6) [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: Then for the working legs au, he goes to her class one day and teaches the kids about science and stuff since she went to his work and BARRY!!!!!!!! btw I absolutely love your writings and they make me feel happy inside when I go on tumblr :) <3

a/n: this slayed me dont worry smut is on deck

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

It isn’t that Barry lied to the Captain, he just...fabricated the truth to his benefit. Really, he did have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, but it got cancelled. So, that gave him a little, or big, idea. At least, to him, the idea is big.

After storing away his equipment, he heads to the main lobby; wheels squeaking as Joe stands in front of him. Busted. Barry cringes, awaiting the long, drawn out speech about lying and ignoring your responsibilities. Except, it never comes. “It’s pretty cold outside, son.” Joe hums in his smooth tone, tucking his blue button down in his dress pants. “You might need a scarf…” he sways over to his desk, pulling a thick red scarf; it was Barry’s as a teenager. “Don’t need you getting sick.” He hangs it on his son’s neck.

Barry peers up at the man, thick eyebrows crinkled in confusion. The foster father wraps the ratty, faded scarf around his slender neck a few times, smirking. Before Barry can even question what’s going on, a crisp twenty dollar bill flurries from the old fabric, landing on his brown peacoat. “Buy her something on the way to the school.” Joe winks, patting his chest. How did he kno- well, he is his dad…

“Thanks, Joe.” Barry blushes, crumpling the money in his palm. With a tiny smirk, Joe nods, ruffling his messy brown hair and walking back to his desk. A smile teases Barry’s lips; he drives forward, opening the door and racing down the ramp, stopping abruptly at the end, yanking his cotton sleeve up to check his watch. 12:47. He has approximately two hours until school ends. Thank god for elementary schools.

Flinging the joystick forward, he zooms down the busy Central City streets, weaving through the crowd of people, occasionally throwing an apology over his shoulder. Okay, so maybe he is on the fastest speed, but, he can’t be late. Not this time.

The ends of his scarf fly behind him, making him feel like pilot Snoopy in those old Peanuts movies he used to watch as a kid. He’s so focused on getting there, he zips right by a flower shop. Wait. He reverses, hitting the automatic door button (a flower shop has one but the CCPD doesn’t?) and rolling inside.

Rows of colorful flowers line the mint green walls, causing the little shop to appear more open and full. Gulping, Barry slowly drives around the store, gazing at the flowers with a pained expression. Would you like flowers? Should he get roses? No, no, you two haven’t been dating that long. Not at that stage.

What about… he reads the tag, tilting his head to the side. Daffodils. They’re bright yellow and have long, floppy petals. Perfect. Barry nods to himself, pulling the bouquet out of the cardboard holder and rolling to the cash register. The woman smiles at him, ringing up the flowers. “$9.98.” He forks over the twenty dollar bill, sliding it on the gray counter. “Would you like a bag?”

Barry shakes his head, reaching for the flowers and change. “Thank you!” he exclaims, shoving the money in his coat pocket. Gripping the bouquet, he spins the joystick, heading to the door; he presses the blue button with his elbow.

If he squints, he can make out the school, which is a few miles away. Quickly, he drives forward, wheels spinning like a locomotive; he darts past a few elderly ladies feeding pigeons, holding the flowers to his chest while their wings flap around him in a sea of dark gray. “Sorry!” he yells, peering back with an awkward grin, still moving forward across the street. Luckily, he misses a truck, getting on the sidewalk alive.

A breath of relief escapes him and he runs a hand through his windswept hair. Okay, he almost died, erm, Joe doesn’t need to know that; what he doesn’t know won’t kill him, right? Barry blinks before heading towards the wood makeshift ramp. He cracks a smile; he wouldn’t be surprised if you made it. You’re thoughtful like that.

He opens the door using his method, gawking at the high ceilings. Barry isn’t an architect, but he still appreciates beautiful buildings. His wheels cause the sleek dark mahogany wood floor to creak and he looks down, just in case. He refocuses in front of him, watching out for the small lockers against the cream wall.

Doors pass by and he tries finding the office. After a little roaming, he stops, scratching his head in confusion. There has to be an office, right? “Sir, are you lost?” He hears a gruff, manly voice come from behind him. Spinning his wheelchair around, he peeks up at the tan man wearing a suit similar to Joe’s.

Barry gulps, tightening his grip around the base of the flowers. “Erm, yeah.” he admits nervously, pulling at the ends of his scarf. “Do you know where I can find, Miss Y/L/N? I’m her, um, boyfriend?” he asks, lips pursed in a tight thin line.

“Yeah, second floor. Room 108.” the man says; Barry’s heart drops to his stomach. The school barely had a ramp! He doubts they have an elevator. “But, her class should be coming down to the music room in a few minutes, so if you want you can wait for her there. Or by the stairs.” the man points to the wooden staircase.

Gulping down his anxiety, Barry nods, “Okay, thank you.” he whispers, backing up; the man nods, heading down another hallway. His wheels creak on the floor as he makes his way to the stairs, checking his watch when he parks at the bottom. Is this too romantic? Barry really isn’t the romantic type...now he’s rethinking all of this. Maybe he should just go -

Then he hears your perky voice echo through the hallways and shifts in his seat. Be cool, be cool, he reminds himself. “- good for Mr. Mandy, then afterwards we can read a chapter of Junie B. Jones, then you can go home!” you tell your students, following them down the steps; your black ankle boot heels clicking against the wood. He can see your shoes, then your black tights that hide under the skirt of your pearl white dress with black ruffles, a matching bow around your waist.

Barry glances down at his outfit, suddenly feeling underdressed; his black peacoat ends just below his ass, meaning that he’s sitting on it, and his blue jeans are cuffed at the bottom, topped with his signature converse. He flashes a smile when you see him, watching you cover your mouth with your hands, black blazer scrunching at your elbows. “Surprise?” he bites his lip, trying to ignore the nine kids staring at him.

“Who are you?” one of them says. Barry blushes awkwardly.

You put a hand on the student, grinning as you try not to cry. Can’t ruin the makeup. “Kids, this is, um,” you move your hands around your stomach, “one of my very...close friends, Mr...Allen.” Boy, that sounds weird. “Here, let’s go to music class!” you beam, ushering the kids towards the classroom. “Thank you. They are beautiful.” you whisper, taking the flowers and pecking his lips softly.

He blushes, smiling from ear to ear as he follows you to the classroom, making his chair roll at the same pace as you walk. “I, um, got off work early and thought I’d surprise you.” he mumbles. Wow, that came out lame. “I mean, I can go and come back later -”

“Are you sure?” you interrupt, turning to face him while walking; your silver necklace dangling on your stomach. His blush on his face matches his scarf. “You could always stay for music class...and I don’t know if you heard but I’m reading Junie B. Jones… But I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.” you smile, stopping in front of the door.

That smile. Oh boy. “Okay. I’ll stay.” he says against his better judgement, green eyes glistening as you let a gleeful cheer out. You peck his lips before opening the door, dress swaying around your thighs as you walk to the back of the room, Barry follows, turning his chair off when you plop down on the colorful carpet. The teacher, who he met earlier, has the children sit in a circle, clapping a song to his guitar. “I thought you taught first grade?” he asks, gazing down at you.

You crinkle your eyebrows together, looking at him with your hands in your lap, your hair falling in your eyes. “I do.” you nod proudly. Barry tilts his head to the side. He’s kind of like a puppy. “This, um, this school is for…” your hands twitch in your lap; gaze drifting to the group of children, “for children who need more help?” you say in a question, turning your head to Barry but keeping your eyes on the beaming kids. “I like seeing their face when they get something right and how...how we think it’s so...simple, yet for them, it’s like asking them to do the impossible… And when they do get it, it’s - it’s like they conquered the world’s puzzle.” you sigh, cracking a slight grin.

Oh damn. He thinks he might have a heart attack. He wants to say so many things; that you are amazing, that this is such a wonderful school, that he feels like he should make out with you right here, right now, in the music room... But all he breathes out is… “Wow.”

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