Happy Birthday Barty Duck!

Wanting to try something different Rei waited till the bakery was closed for the day, had one of the employees let her in the back, and slipped in, setting up her surprise while the other employees kept Barty busy. She was so lucky his employees were used to her by now and her weird ideas. Setting up was easier since he got her the magical balloon inflator last Halloween. Also the fact he was easy to distract. Once everything was set up she gave the signal to let Barty come back in the room. “SURPRISE!!!” Rei yelled. Everything was covered in ducks and balloons with sweets everywhere.

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Barty was more than a little caught off guard when he stepped out from the kitchen and was met by his friends’ surprise cheers. Who were they cheering for all of a sudden? He took in their happy and expectant faces, the abundant party decorations adorning the bakery’s main room and dining area, and the table that had been set up with treats and presents.. and frowned. He looked tired and confused, but after a moment’s hesitation he joined in on the cheering and clapping.

“Is.. is it someone’s birthday?” he asked excitedly, looking from Rei to his members of staff, and back again in search of the party’s guest of honor. He didn’t realize it was himself.

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My Favorite Homemade Banana Cream Pie

Here’s a brand new Barty edit.

“Happy Birthday tae my favourite sickly little bastard! ‘Unfuck yeh’ or whatever.”

“I sincerely hope you don’t expect me to thank you for that, Brendan. And may I remind you that you’re not supposed to talk to or otherwise bother me in any way. As per our agreement, remember? If you continue to violate it like this I won’t hesitate to send what’s left of your fucking corpse to your family for Christmas.”

Brendan and Barty’s History

AKA here’s the context around Brendan’s ‘happy birthday’ post to Barty, for anyone curious. Because the Mun forgets sometimes that not everyone’s aware of their “connection”. (Also, they’re both my muses!)

Brendan met Barty Lockhart and his family shortly after moving to Hastings. Barty’s husband Gilderoy found Brendan wandering the streets lost and alone during a nasty rainstorm and invited him into the safety of the Lockhart family Estate to wait it out. Brendan was immediately attracted to Gilderoy and only became all the more intrigued after being introduced to Barty–because despite having silver hair and a few extra wrinkles on his face, Barty was every bit Brendan’s doppelganger.

It didn’t take long for Brendan to charm his way into bed with the couple and it took even less time to get himself kicked out. Unbeknownst to Brendan, Barty was an alien (specifically an AU version of the Tenth Doctor) and as such had special powers, including telepathy and psychic sight. Both of these abilities suddenly kicked in one night while they were having sex and Barty was able to “see” the monster Brendan truly was. Out of fear for his own safety and his family’s, Barty put a stop to everything immediately and forced Brendan to leave the Estate. Because they couldn’t reveal the truth about Barty’s powers, Gilderoy explained simply that Barty had got a “bad feeling” from Brendan and, trusting in that feeling, it was better they terminate their relationship and Brendan’s stay in their home.

At that time Brendan didn’t have a job or anywhere else to go, so Gilderoy, feeling bad about how things had ended between them, gave him money and set him up in the apartment Brendan still calls home to this day. The building itself belonged to the Lockharts at that time (it now belongs to Matthieu, unbeknownst to Brendan, but I digress..) and they regularly rented it out to people in need. For the first few months Brendan was allowed to live there rent-free, and behind Barty’s back he even continued to have a sexual relationship with Gilderoy on the side. When Barty eventually found out and ordered Gilderoy to end the affair, Brendan confessed to being “in love” with Gilderoy too and ordered him to leave Barty instead.

Gilderoy chose Barty over Brendan and this ultimately is what began the feud between them. Because Brendan didn’t appreciate having his latest toy “stolen” from him and losing the cashflow that came with it. But rather than seek a violent revenge against them, Brendan chose to get a job so he could continue living in the apartment the Lockharts had given him and used his monthly rent payments as a way to stay close to the family and antagonize them (particularly Barty) to the fullest while unsuccessfully trying to “steal” Gilderoy back.

Years passed. Brendan quietly took control of the Lockharts’ apartment building, paid the other tenants to quietly leave, and transformed their old spaces into holding cells for the people he secretly kidnapped and tortured to death as a serial killer. The basement in particular was given special attention and turned into a twisting maze with a torture chamber and furnace at its center to dispose of corpses. During all the “reconstruction” on the building, Brendan also met, fell in love with, and married a man named Gamma. What began as a happy and genuinely loving marriage quickly fell apart in the face of Brendan’s violent and jealous nature. Brendan told no one of his husband’s existence and kept him hidden away in their apartment, regularly beating him within an inch of his life for daring to get too close to the windows.

 When Brendan suddenly stopped paying rent and blocked all contact with the Lockharts, Gilderoy (reluctantly) went to his apartment to investigate. He found a broken and clearly beaten Gamma there instead and rescued him without hesitation, taking him back to Barty at the Estate to be cared for and kept safe.

STILL TO ADD: Brendan gets revenge on Gilderoy for taking Gamma by kidnapping and torturing Barty (..including severing one of Barty’s hands).

Reference links for the kidnapping/torture thread:

https://bartyjoonyah.tumblr.com/post/165527826852/

https://bartyjoonyah.tumblr.com/post/166833798137/

https://glockhart.tumblr.com/post/167023587485/

Reference links for the aftermath thread:

https://bartyjoonyah.tumblr.com/post/167674814792/

https://bartyjoonyah.tumblr.com/post/167730911887/

https://glockhart.tumblr.com/post/167768335610/

Its friday post Vladislav Cat

Save for the bloody face we share, yeh and I are nothin’ alike. It’s nae wonder why your husband prefers my bed tae yours! I mean why would he want someone old and sickly with a grotesquely disfigured body, when he could ave perfection?

Hi long time follower, was feeling nostalgic and went back through your blog (had a great time btw), and remembered that someone once sent you a poem or a story once when you were feeling down. Couldnt find it but I remember reading that and thinking about how happy I was that you have people who love you.

I don't even know what to say to this, Nonny, except your message makes my heart happy. Thank you.

"Barty! Barty look what I found!!" Rei hopped over something yellow and plastic in her hands. "Okay so this is an umbrella hat! And not the usual kind that hurt your neck! See you have this hood then it swoops out so you can be hands-free!" Was the duck version meant for kids? Yes. HadRei looked everywhere to find an adult size for barty? You bet your sweet ass she did.

(( Saw you brushing off barty, had to pop in))

"Thank you, Rei. For remembering my little "allergy" to the rain and the thoughtful gift to help me with it." Barty gave his friend a warm, affectionate smile and pulled her into a tight hug. When he finally stepped back again, he took the umbrella hat from her and immediately put it on. "I love this!" He laughed at his reflection in the window and did a quick twirl. "I make a very cute duck!"

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The Florist and the Baker

The tall stranger that suddenly stepped out from the pouring rain into the safety of the florist's shop had a face that was surprisingly not wholly unfamiliar. Save for the stark grey of his messy hair, the sickly pallor of his freckled skin, and the aged lines marking his otherwise handsome features, he was near identical in appearance to one Brendan Block.  It was a fact that the baker was all too aware of and he dearly hoped it wasn't about to make things awkward. Brendan was, unfortunately, the entire reason he was out making this particular delivery.

What most people didn't know was that being out in the rain was actually dangerous for Barty. His Time Lord body had been made frail and sickly after having a portion of his twin hearts medically removed years ago, and because of that some of his natural defenses disappeared, like his ability to handle icy rain on his skin. If exposed for too long, his system could and would become overwhelmed, forcing his body to shut down and sending him into a temporary healing coma. Barty was all too aware of that fact as well, but he willfully chose to ignore it when he learned that one of his new employees had accepted an order from Brendan, not knowing the man had been banned from the bakery for life. As easy as it would have been to let that employee deliver Brendan's order personally, he couldn't in good conscience send a young teenager into a potentially dangerous situation. Barty knew Brendan better than most given their personal history, and he wanted to make sure that the recipient of Brendan's specially ordered honey cupcakes were not in any danger themselves.

"Hello!" Barty called out cheerfully as he walked up to the front counter. He was completely soaked through, from his hair to his chef's uniform to his noticeably shoeless feet, and by the second he was becoming red in the face and visibly shaky. "I.. I'm so sorry. I came here to deliver these cupcakes to.. to.." He held up the large box he'd since then been carrying in his arms and carefully set it on the counter so he could read the notes pinned to it. The writing had unfortunately bled a little from getting wet. "Oori Eenn?" Barty wrinkled his nose. That didn't sound quite right, but it could wait. There were more pressing matters he needed to announce. "Sorry.." He swayed, gripped the counter to steady himself. "I'm.." He let out a soft, fearful whimper. This person wasn't family and he didn't have time enough to explain what was really happening, so how was he to describe it in a way they would understand?

"I'm.. I'm in the middle of a.. a medical emergency. I'm going to pass out, but it's.. it's okay. I'll wake up in a bit on my own. Don't.. don't call anyone, please." Barty took a shuddering breath. Swallowed thickly. "I just.. I just need to sit so I don't hit my.. my head. I su.. suffered brain damage a few years ago and I.. I can't.."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARTY!

“Because the last time we saw each other, Brendan, you kidnapped and tortured me for one of your sick games. If I ever serve you food--lunch or otherwise--again, it will be so I can watch you die a slow and poisonous death. Be thankful you’re still breathing now.”

“I don’t see why yeh can’t bring me lunch, yeh sickly fuckin’ bastard.”

The sudden laughter that came echoing from his son's bedroom upstairs caught Barty's attention at once and put a smile on his face. He turned from the cake he'd been decorating--their dessert for after dinner--and looked at the clock. Time for lunch. With a snap of his fingers, Barty used his magic to conjure a tray full of food and assorted snacks that he knew Alexander and Ashe would love. Then he enchanted two frothing mugs of butterbeer to float and follow behind him, before finally making his way upstairs with tray in hand.

The music that had been playing on repeat for the last thirty minutes grew increasingly louder as Barty drew nearer to his son's room. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, having only heard the beat and muffled singing from downstairs, but outside the bedroom door he could hear it clearly.. and the lyrics didn’t come off as entirely appropriate. For a moment he considered reprimanding the boys for it, but he just as quickly decided against it. There were far worse things, dangerous things, that they could have been doing. He could let the music slide.

"Alexander? Ashe? Are you boys hungry? I brought lunch!" Barty said, announcing himself with a gentle knock at the door.

*What’s it Gonna be?*

Alexander hummed, clicking the space bar and making the RnB song ‘What’s is Gonna Be’ (click the link!) start again, for the fifth time.

“Well.” He mused to himself, Ashe sitting on his bed sniggering. “I definitely have a type.” 

Ashe snorted. “Duh. Well-formed Black men.” he ran a hand down his chest, smirking. 

“But watching Janet lick her lips makes my heart go doki doki.”

Ashe burst out laughing, loud enough to be heard downstairs.

psa

I know this blog is kinda dead since Barty’s on dis.cord, but I want to put it out there that the events and new lore of “The Timeless Children” are not part of this blog’s canon and they never will be.

Cheers.

David Tennant as Dave Tiler

Single Father (2010) 5 of 5

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Avenue Royale, just north of Quebec City. Photo Drew Hannush