Always Fashionably Late

Plot # 7: Lovely Keys

Muse A has just received a generous gift of a baby grand piano from a well-off relative who’s passed. Every day Muse A marvels at the gorgeous instrument and runs his/her fingers along the keys wishing he/she could play the thing. After some time, Muse A finally resolves to take piano lessons in honor of their dearly departed. Muse B is giving piano lessons to earn some extra cash. There’s an instant physical attraction between Muse A and Muse B, but the relationship stays professional at first. Over the course of several lessons, an honest, sweet affection between the pair grows.

Plot # 11: Little Red Riding Hood AU (submitted by viva-la)

Everyone knows the story of Little Red Riding Hood. But do they? What they don’t know is that the wolf was not a wolf, but a werewolf instead. One that knew the secrets of the old witch that lived in the woods. The one who lived peacefully, but practiced magic and threatened to extinguish the werewolf race. So the pack leader, the Big Bad Wolf, killed her, made her disappear. But the huntsman, the witch’s son, sought revenge and got it—finishing the pack leader for good. But this only created a larger blood feud, sending the whole pack out to get the huntsman and his family. With the huntsman’s only daughter in the middle of this war, Little Red, as they call her, the pack will stop at nothing to get their final revenge and end the war. But when Red and one of the wolves fall in love, what will become of them?

Plot #13: Brave in your arms

Muse A lives in an abusive environment. For years, Muse A has kept what goes on behind closed doors a secret, for fear of what their abuser might do if anyone found out. One night, the chaos and the fear become too much to bear alone any more. When there’s an opportunity, Muse A escapes with no plan of returning. Muse A runs straight to Muse B (their best friend or former flame) and confesses everything that’s been taking place, begging to stay with them until they can figure out what to do next. Muse B promises to keep Muse A safe no matter what, and that they’ll figure out what to do in the morning. Relieved and grateful for Muse B’s comforting, Muse A spontaneously kisses Muse B. Though surprised, Muse B doesn’t pull away.

Plot # 34 : Baby Project

As a health class assignment,students are required to take care of a baby simulator for 3 weeks. The teacher doesn’t give the students a choice of partners, instead pairing them up at random. Much to Muse A’s dismay, they’re matched up with Muse B, someone they absolutely can’t stand. Muse B isn’t pleased about it either, since they feel the same way about Muse A. Every decision they make as fake parents is a struggle from the very beginning, particularly scheduling who takes care of the baby when and for how long. Muse A and Muse B are forced to compromise and spend time together with the baby for the sake of the project, which requires cooperative decision-making and documentation of their progress. Over the course of the project, Muse A and Muse B start to realize that their partner isn’t as horrible as they once thought. They’re actually kind of fun to be around, even given the circumstances. What will happen to their budding relationship once the project comes to an end?

Plot # 35 : Runaway Love

Muse A meets Muse B on the evening of Muse B’s wedding to a brutish, foreign diplomat. Muse A is working the catering hall for the event and encounters Muse B crying in her dressing room before the wedding ceremony begins. A thick language barrier obstructs communication between them, but it’s obvious to Muse A that Muse B wants nothing to do with this marriage. As the processional hymn begins and the wedding party begins to walk down the aisle, Muse A makes the split decision to take Muse B’s hand and sneak her out of the venue. Muse B knows that her husband-to-be is a dangerous man and despite her fear that they’ll be pursued, Muse B goes on the run with Muse A.

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Barry chuckled when the canine came back with a bone. He bent down and patted the dog’s head, “Thanks, buddy,” he said, with a smile.

"I won’t be hungry with this," he said, holding up the bone, "So is anyone home today or is it just you and I here?" he asked.

Krypto barked happily, nudging at the fast man to hurry up and eat before he keeled over from starvation. No reason to starve yourself when you had a perfectly good bone right there!

He paused though, tilting his head to the side. Anyone else?

He glanced around the general area, raising his ears to see if he heard anyone close by. Noooo, well, there was a young human playing with a ball a good ways away, but he was pretty sure that’s not what the fast man meant.

"Raurf!" He barked, shaking his head a bit. Nope. No one was close by.

Barry nodded, "Okay...So Supes isn't home.." he replied, "Know when he'd be back?" he asked the dog, fiddling with the bone in his hand as he talked with the dog.

Barry knelt, "Or, could you tell Supes that I dropped by? I have something to ask him," he asked the canine, patting its head.

#superdogextraordinaire

Barry nodded, looking around to see where they were, “Okay, we’re not far from a city, and that place will definitely be in huge trouble,” he said. Even if the League had issued a warning (a bit late), he knew there will still be people running around.

"Our goal, secure the city and get the civilians into a safe zone or drive the attackers out, whichever comes first," he said, "I’m sure there will be something quick to eat there," he finished. After all, what’s a city without some restaurants or food source.

How long have they been fighting to cause Barry to feel so worn down and hungry? His costume had a few cuts (the wounds having already healed) and some nicks. His costume wasn’t looking all too good either.

'Focus, Barry…Get this done first, then worry about finding the others,' he told himself.

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Conner nodded at the instructions. They were clear enough, but was there really something they could do to keep the city safe with just the two of them? The city wasn’t far off, which was good for them, but also bad for them at the same time. It meant that the attackers could get there just as fast — if not faster — than the two of them. Especially with Barry virtually running on nothing.

He wet his lips, noticing now that they were cracked and wind dry from the fighting he’d been doing just minutes before. Although now his mind was plagued with a lot of things. Like how they were going to secure the city and it’s inhabitants because there had to be a good hundred or so people still there…

Still in harms way.

It seemed that was a term that was coming into play a lot with him lately. There was always going to be people who refused to move unless literally picked up and thrown over one’s shoulder. But he hoped that even they would get half a brain to run and flee the city to the safe zone. Then he realized it.

"Where is the safe zone anyways? We didn’t get much information. Just that help was needed and fast.”

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"No where, which is why we have to establish it..." Barry replied, heaving a sigh. Most cities have established a safe zone but this one was one of the few that the heroes have yet to plough through.

"None of the Leaguers passed through here yet so I was on my way here..." he said, eyeing the distant horizon. "We need to make sure the civilians are placed in a safe area and so far, that'd be underground..." he said, "Our priority is to get them underground, make sure it's a one-way entrance and exit...And get rid of the invaders," he said.

The mass destruction happening around Barry soon became white noise as he tried to figure out what to do. "Once we get there, you start with evacuating the civilians, I'll try to find food and try to contact the rest of the League before joining you." he said.

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"If he touches me I’ll cry and try to make the Black Canary become motherly. It might work." It should work. "So I shall be protected," Tommy opened it and placed a yellow Liquid in it before quickly drinking it.

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"Or alternately, standing behind Supes would work too," he pointed, Frowning at the male who continued to drink regardless.

"But he’s a bitch, I don’t like him," He whined before pouting at his expression "Just because I’m underaged doesn’t mean anything. My mom in Jersey used to give me all the alcohol she wouldn’t drink."

"But it means something to someone who's a police officer," Barry responded, holding his hand out for the bottle. "Give it here," he said.

#tommyistherudestbitch

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Barry was in the kitchen, doing dishes when the doorbell went off. “Give me a second,” he called, wiping his hands dry before heading for the front door.

Opening the door, he blinked at his strange guest. “Kori?” he asked in surprise, “Come in,” he said, letting the female in.

"What’s wrong? Did something happen?" he asked.

Barry pulled out a cup and searched through the cabinets for teabags. He wasn’t a huge tea lover but he knew there were some lying around.

She steps into the kitchen behind him, tying up her damp hair. “Thank you, that was wonderful.”

"Glad it helped." he responded. "Did something bad happen?" he asked.

Kori sighs, and rubs her arm. “Richard and I.. We have had an argument.. Things were said that should not have been.. and.. I found myself here..!” She laughs weakly.

"So you got into an argument with Dick…" he replied, handing her the mug, "Did he start or did you start?"

She takes the cup with a grateful nod. “He was the cause, I was the instigator..”

"What did he do?" he asked, watching the female.

"He was obsessing over Deathstroke again.." She sighs, " Perhaps I was too agressive.."

"You were worried for his safety, though," he pointed.

"I should have tried to find another method though.."

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"There isn't compromise for safety...Never,"

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Plot Name: Barry meets Barry: Lost In Time

Verse: Main

Type: Novella/Para

Featuring: barry-speedster & redhotpursuit

Chapter 1

Perilous journeys and countless enemies. The Flash had it difficult and that was an understatement. Being apart of The Justice League meant being apart of something much bigger than any military or police unit — it meant being in charge of world safety or Central City at the very least.

A new enemy was sharpening it’s tactics unbeknownst to Barry Allen, the speedy superhero in a crimson costume.

It was 8am in the morning and Barry had just arrived at work ready to crack down with what he did best. Being a forensic scientist had it’s job satisfaction laid out on a platter and Barry was massively proud of being apart of something so respectable and necessary to the city. His eyes were dreary from a rough nights sleep as dreams tormented him on countless occasions. Shrugging off any negative thoughts that would distract him from his tedious analysing of crucial evidence, Barry proceeded to jump right in to what he thought would be a normal day — as normal as it could be anyway.

A few hours had passed and just as Barry was finishing up his lunch, his phone began to ring. “Barry Allen.” He said as he answered the phone. “I’ll be right there.” He replied to the mystery person on the other end of the phone. Clocking out of work early was important, but his boss had an agreement that his demanding double life might take importance when compared to a few more hours at work — it was something they had agreed the night that Morgan - his boss - had found out about his superhero identity by a mere coincidence.

Bursting out the back door of the building he stood still in an alley way as he pondered his route before blasting forward out of the alley at lightning speed. A storm had been plaguing the city for a few days now and it was unusual for such weather to last for so long and so Barry knew something was afoot. With a flick of his watch, Barry’s costume materialized around his body at the same speed that he was running as he dodged cars and mindless civilians who were unaware that they were being overtook at a frightening speed.

As Barry sped towards the rendezvous point, a paranormal-like lightning strike hit him from out of the black clouds above him causing him to over speed into a frenzy of sorts. His shoes began to leave a trail of fire behind him as he reached speeds faster than thought or light. Unbeknownst to Barry however, his watch on his wrist began to move at terrifying speeds like himself as he unknowingly travelled back in time. Due to his familiarity with time travel when using the cosmic treadmill, he wasn’t familiar with such time travel that was brought on by rips in dimensions from speed and so when Barry managed to finally come to a halt as his frenzy died down he was flabbergasted to be standing in a very familiar place. As he came to a halt, the speed was still ever present and he went flying into a dumpster down an alley causing severe damage to his right arm.

In pain and unaware of what had just transpired, Barry stepped out of the alley, now in civilian clothing, whilst holding his sprained arm to find that he was still in Central City to his delight. However, taking a look at a paper on a stand that was just to the left of the alley way, his mind did somersaults when he looked at the date and saw that it read. 24th May 2000. It wasn’t long after pondering the possible mistake and asking a few locals that it dawned on him that the lightning strike could have possibly caused him to travel back in time due to his speed, even without the cosmic treadmill. Standing still, he looked around in a dazed and confused estate due to the pain his arm was in.

How in the hell am I going to get back?

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Barry was on his way home, dragging his feet. He was tired and once again, he didn't run fast enough from his bullies. Hands gripping his bag straps as he walked, his eyes were downcast as he trudged along to get home before nightfall hit.

He rounded a corner, seeing familiar shops pop up. Pausing at the intersection for the lights to change, he caught a glimpse of a man who looked familiar...Not because it was a family friend or anything, familiar as in, he looked kinda like his dad....

'No, Barry...You need to get home...Mom taught you not to talk to strangers...No strangers...' he thought, returning his gaze to the ground. When the lights changed, he crossed slowly; it wasn't until the last few seconds before the lights changed that Barry made it to the other side.

In the depth of his thoughts, he didn't want to go home at all...He didn't want to face his mother or father...Not with how he looked. He had always told his mom that if only he ran a little faster, a little quicker...But his mom always responded with that it wasn't having quick feet that mattered but a good heart.

A good heart....

Barry paused in his steps, what if that man that looked strangely familiar needed help? Would mom forgive him for being late if he was trying to help someone?

Without a second thought, he turned in his walk and headed straight for the lost male...Or the distressed male...

"Hey mister...Are you lost?" he asked.

"What's your favorite exhibit in your museum?"

"Mine? I guess the timeline about the different Flash throughout time. From Jay Garrick to the current and Kid Flash."

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Plot # 38: Notes on a Coffee Cup

Muse A frequents a coffee shop every day after school/work, Muse B works as a barista there. Muse A always sits at the same table by the window, in plain-sight of the counter, preoccupied with a book or their laptop. Muse B can’t help but notice Muse A and admire them from afar. Too shy to go up and talk to Muse A at their table, Muse B finds another way to make an impression. Muse B begins to write nice messages on Muse A’s coffee cups, gradually getting a little bolder each day. “Have a nice night.” “That must be a good book.” “You look nice today.” “You have a cute smile.” Usually, by the time Muse A notices these little notes, Muse B has switched shifts with someone else. One afternoon, Muse A comes in and orders their usual from Muse B. When the order is ready, Muse A makes sure to read the note right away. This time, the message reads: “Would you like to go out with me?”