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iris west ⚡ the flash

[journalize]

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Rip tells Sara she can't win against Damien Darhk. As much as Sara would like to murder him, violently, she's smarter than that, and after consulting with Thea about how her sister actually died, she comes up with a better idea. She doesn't have to go toe-to-toe with Darhk to save her sister.

She just has to provide the getaway car.

It isn't hard to get Mick on her side, because they deserve the chance to save someone in this mess, even if it isn't Snart. Ray and Laurel are friends, and can more than attest to how worth it it would be to do this to Stein and Jax. Considering how Laurel had gone to bat for Carter and Kendra when Kendra was first emerging, they agree to do one last mission. They couldn't save Rip's family, but maybe, just maybe, they can save Sara's.

As Oliver flees the prison with the bleeding body of Laurel Lance in his arms, Sara is here, in the camouflaged Waverider, ready to help Gideon heal her with it's advanced medical techology. It takes a few days to get around whatever magic Darhk used on her, but at the end of that day? The Black Canary survives.

But Laurel Lance is dead.

Oliver thinks it would be the best, to keep Laurel's survival on the down low for now. She goes into Hero Witness Protection, staying with Dinah in Central City. She helps out with Team Flash where she can but she does her best to stay out of the limelight, even when she really wants to take her doppelganger to the mat. Eventually, though, Zoom is gone, the day is saved, and she heads back to the West House to celebrate. There's a kind of somberness to this, given what was lost in order to succeed, but at the end of the day, the battle was won. That's the part that matters.

She looks up from the couch when Iris comes back in from talking to Barry, giving her a small smile, before inching over so that she has some space to sit next to her.

"How's he doing?"

[journalize]

A head shake is all Laurel will get in response, at first.

Her heart is heavy.

She loved Henry. It doesn't compare to Barry's grief, but she cared for him. She still remembers vividly the night Barry came to live with them. She remembers feeling irrationally threatened. It had been her and Joe, just her and Joe, for so long that she hadn't wanted anything to change. But it did, and for the better, because then it was the three of them, and anything else was unthinkable. She remembers telling Barry she believed him because she did, and the day Henry was awarded his freedom she'd been so certain a new beginning was in store.

Now it has been taken from Barry, just as he was finally making peace with Nora's death. She knows better than to ask fairness of a world that never promised it, but a part of her is angry, too. Iris sits down beside Laurel in the space that is afforded to her, and lets her brave face crumble.

"I don't know how he's going to get through this."

Joe keeps looking to her like she'll have the answer, and she doesn't. Not this time.

because everything should have a riftverse au?

[supertardiness]

It almost seems like the Speed Force knows what he's going to do before he even does it.

He opens the breach, charging his way back through time to save his mother and right this wrongness that's settled heavy in his chest, things go sideways, as things usually do. He hits a bump, skids through a rift, and tumbles to a stop on the streets of Chicago, red suit and all. At first, he's angry, a rage that bubbles through him and over everything else, but whatever this place is, whatever kind of hole in the universe he's fallen through has changed him somehow. He's still fast, but some of his abilities are definitely missing. He can't travel through time. He can't open breaches.

All he can do is chase the rifts and hope that one day, one of them will lead him home.

None of them do. Others land him in worlds where things are just wrong. (Superman's dead? Kara's cousin? Can you even kill a Kryptonian?) But in the end he always finds his way back to Chicago again, to the constant shifting landscape, and as more and more time passes, the ache for his father and all that has been taken from him lessens, and he starts to ache for the things that he's lost instead. He misses Iris and Joe fiercely, wishes for the team at STAR Labs, wishes that he hadn't gotten so ahead of himself, but there's nothing he can do now.

All he can really do is keep trying to find a way home.

He gets word of another rift opening, months after he first arrived, and he darts toward it in a blaze of red and gold. He sees it there, open in the middle of the street and out of it steps someone so familiar that he stops before he can dart into the breach and feel it close behind him. Instead his arms close around her waist, pulling her out from in front of the oncoming cars and depositing her safely on the sidewalk, but part of him can't believe that this is really real.

It's entirely possible it may slip through his fingers again, get taken away so that he loses another thing he loves, but for right now, she's there. She's here. And he just stares at her for a moment before he takes the opportunity to verify that it's actually her.

"Iris?"

sobs you know the way to my heart

[journalize]

He might recognize the clothes she's wearing.

Iris has just finished talking to Barry after finding him on the porch steps. Grief and brokenness enveloped him like a fist, and Iris had never seen him so defeated. She'd wanted to give him hope, but it wasn't that simple, and for once, it was Iris West declaring that she would wait for Barry Allen, the way he's always waited for her. She was determined to do just that, too, except the rift has other ideas.

She opened the door to the West residence, and never got to step inside.

The rest happens too fast for her to process. The silence of the solemn night transforms into the glaring light of day. Iris is greeted with the loud honking of cars and a streak that she recognizes by heart. The lurching of her stomach as Barry speeds them to safety is familiar, too.

None of it makes sense, but if Barry is here, then Iris has unwavering faith that all will be explained and resolved.

"Barry? What's going on? How— "

Cisco wasn't doing his vibe-ing thing, as far as she knows, and she wasn't anywhere close to a breach...

[supertardiness]

[As far as Iris is concerned, this scene is one that's all too familiar. She stumbles into a place she shouldn't be, there's a fog that comes from out of nowhere, a sensation that almost feels like falling, and suddenly she's really not where she's supposed to be, surrounded by things that have elements of the fantastical. In this particular instance, her journalist instincts have her stumbling into the middle of some kind of otherworldly cult, with rituals and symbols lining the walls and a crew of robbed men who think she'll make the ideal sacrifice to their Faerun god that's looking to end the world.

Iris breaks one of their noses and gives another guy a serious blow to the one area where men never, ever want to take a blow, but there are still too many of them and only one of her. They're about to drag her over to the pyre when there's something that's even more familiar and probably more comforting than he actually realizes. A flash of red and gold as the cultists are knocked to the side and Iris is scooped away from the danger as the rest of the team Barry is with rushes in after them.

Dutifully, he sets her down on the ground, once they're in the safe zone, Flash suit and all, and he looks her over carefully, but there's something different about it, even if she can't put her finger on it right away.]

Are you alright?

[demonstrate]

[ under any other circumstances, iris would feel that something isn't right.

if she were ever to possess an extra sense, it would be a barry sense, and it would tingle constantly. she knows when he's sad, happy, depressed. she knows when he's keeping something from her, and when he's bursting to tell her despite whatever it is holding him back. she knows when he's lost and broken and grieving. and she knows, without a shadow of a doubt, across universes and worlds and timelines, barry loves her and always will.

he'll protect her with his own life if he has to, the way she would lay down hers for him. so the fact he's doing so now doesn't seem out of the ordinary to her. the gold streak that blurs past her vision is more than welcome, and as soon as he sets her down, iris lets out a small cry and leaps into his arms. ]

Barry! Oh, thank god.

serena chen ♫ original

[seirenes]

[Witch specializing in bardic magic. A little reckless, a little impulsive and a probably a giant pain in the ass.

You're welcome.]

because the visual of a girls night out was impossible to resist

[revenant]

[ it probably starts with sarah yelling at noah.

sarah yells at noah often, so this is probably not news to anyone that's spent any amount of time with them. she has a temper on her, and he is incredibly talented at getting under her skin. who knows what they fought about this time? what matters is that sarah threw a shoe at his face and has vowed in suitably dramatic fashion to never return to their loft.

(this means, of course, she will be returning tomorrow just in time for dinner.)

serena's always had something of a wild streak. the thing about the women in their family is they're a force of nature. sarah's sensibility and serena's impulsiveness often balance each other out, but make no mistake. there's a tiny wild streak inside of sarah too, and with the right kind of encouragement, she lets it come out and play every now and then.

... she's going to regret this, isn't she?

oh, well. she ignores noah's text (the fifth one tonight) and settles inside the cab serena has hailed for them. they're all dolled up and looking fab. ]

Where are we going, anyway?

[seirenes]

We are going to this great new place I heard opened downtown.

[You know the one. The one Serena's been begging you to let her take you to for weeks now. In fact, you can only imagine the grin that crossed her face when Sarah calls her, proclaiming the need to go out.

There may have even been fist pumping and a grateful text to Noah that reads something along the lines of: Thank you for pissing off your girlfriend.

She is not subtle.]

You will love it. I promise.

phoebe donovan ☪ original

[crescents]

[ a slightly more grown up version of everyone's favorite guardian angel. a rainbow-colored wrecking ball who may or may not leave smoke in her wake.

you're welcome. ]

this is probably predictable but i don't care. i love them.

[epistemic]

[Here's the thing. Derek Hale doesn't really date.

He's tried, in the past, to varying degrees of spectacular failure, but for some reason, he got talked into actually acting on whatever this thing is that exists between him and Phoebe and asking her out on a date. He's fairly certain that should they stay together she won't turn on him and viciously try to murder his family and/or pack, so it's a fairly safe move to make.

It's sad that that's the kind of criteria he needs to judge the women in his life by, but what can you do?

He's currently pacing a bit in the entryway of his loft waiting for her to finish getting ready so they can go, and quietly running through all the ways this particular venture could go wrong.

Get your shit together, Hale. It's just a movie.]

Almost ready?

i love predictable, tho.

[crescents]

Haven't you heard? You can't rush perfection!

[ a light scoff punctuates her sentiment, but soon enough, phoebe emerges from the bathroom. she twirls in place for his benefit, because she's shameless that way, her light blue skirt billowing out before her. she lifts her hands up in a ta-da! sort of way. ]

Well?

[ phoebe is tinkerbell, derek. she needs applause to live. she'll settle for a non-sour expression, in your case. ]

alek(sandar) hale.

[splinted]

riftverse them

[impetere]

[splinted]

[ alek is a wolf.

he's not a cat, and this must be stressed emphatically. though in retrospect, he'd rather be a cat than a baby lamb. the point is! there's only so many animals alek can shapeshift into, but. if he could shapeshift into an animal that resembled his personality at times, it would be a cat. secretly needy, prickly at times, and possessing bottomless affection for those precious few he decides to give it to. and much like a cat, he's fallen asleep on cora's lap.

they were watching some movie or other, and spending time with cora often means he lets his guard down. letting his guard down means he allows himself to doze off. he's thankfully not drooling, nothing too embarrassing, but he is snoring softly as his cheek presses to the denim of her jeans.

... sorry about that. ]

apollo.

[lightingtheskies]

i was going to be serious, but then.

[interpersonal]

[lightingtheskies]

[Apollo slips into the room where Elena is waiting, a silk top hat in his hand. As he gets closer she can probably see the white slips of paper that are resting on the inside. He smirks a bit in her direction, before holding out the hat to her.]

Pick one.

[Who knows what she's actually picking? Is it dinner options? Is it flirty but respectful dares? That is a risk you must be willing to take, Elena.]

laurel lance | for riftverse things

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[comhar]

malia tate ℳ adolescent puppies

[wildkingdom]

this is so random i'm so sorry.

[gummibears]

kara danvers 👊 supergirl

[verystrongly]

[Okay, she's probably the last one.]

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