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negative-speedforce · 1 month

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Sensory deprivation for Siv perhaps? Curious to see how they would react to it (Bad Things Happen Bingo)

Sensory Deprivation- from @badthingshappenbingo's challenge

Featuring: My Arrowverse OC Siv Thawne

CW: Sensory Deprivation, Severe Injury

The silence was deafening.

Siv struggled against the chains around her wrists, the motion driving nails of agony through the fracture in her arm. Each breath sent shockwaves through her crushed ribs. Siv could almost feel her father's boot still on her back, stomping down on her spine and ribs.

For once, she was grateful that she couldn't feel anything below the waist. Soon enough, her regenerative healing would kick in and her spinal cord would heal itself, but for now, she was trapped, blindfolded and gagged, in this empty, silent room, with nothing but the pain to keep her occupied.

Her head was still fuzzy, and she still wasn't sure how much time had passed. She had been unconscious from the initial injuries, and whether she had passed out from the concussion, the blood loss, or the pain was still up in the air. Judging by the slight amount of light that shone through her blindfold, she had been unconscious for at least a day, and chained up to that godforsaken chair for at least three.

She couldn't smell anything, not with her nose completely crushed, but she presumed that the room reeked of blood, piss, and shit, considering that she was a broken, bloody mess and had no control of her lower body.

Even without the gag in her mouth, she doubted she would be able to speak. The inside of her mouth was tainted with the acrid taste of blood from when her father had curb-stomped her, the injury knocking out her front teeth completely and partially dislocating her jaw, allowing it to hang loose on one side of her face.

Siv didn't know her father had been capable of that.

Before it all went down, before Gina's murder, they had been happy. The signs were there, of course, but Siv was too blinded by a normal, happy childhood to see them. Her father was strict, yes, and detached, yes, but an insane killer? If someone had told herself a few weeks ago that she would be in this situation, she would have laughed in their face.

But what had her naivety cost her? First, the devastating loss of her girlfriend, then nearly her life. Part of her was glad Gina wasn't there to see her like this, but the other half wished for nothing more than to feel her touch. Any touch, anything but this horrible, desperate pain that racked through every inch of Siv's body.

But no one was coming for her. No one was coming to save her. No one knew who she was- hell, she could be anywhere. With how much faster her father was and how long she had been unconscious, she could be in Kenya for all she knew.

Nobody would be coming to save her, and she would die there, alone, of one of many terrible deaths, depending on whether blood loss or septic shock kicked in first. There was a small chance, a small hope that maybe, her healing factor would take care of it, but judging by the injuries she had faced, no healing factor would save her.

Siv wished that maybe her father would come back to taunt her, to rub his victory in her face. Maybe she convince him to let her go, to remember that he loved her. He did love her, right? Or had that been a lie too, with his identity and his plans? If anything, it would be better than the silence. Any distraction, even a cruel one, would be better than this.

But there was no distraction. Siv had been abandoned and left for dead, with no visitors but the rats who she could hear scratching in the walls, the rats who would likely devour her corpse once she had finally succumbed to her injuries, hopefully, sooner than later.

But for now, Siv was alive, alone with nothing but agony.

#oc shit #siv thawne #revan writes #sensory deprivation #badthingshappenbingo #whump

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daswarschonkaputt · 2 years

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tempted to leak the a/b/o mpreg not!fic i wrote for kinnporsche because i was challenged to

#kaputt writes stuff #a/b/o cw #kinnporsche #kinnporsche fic #mpreg cw #this one exists bc i was like ''i bet i could write mpreg!kinnporsche that is compelling and doesn't deply runs-away-with-baby tropes''#to which siv and nemi replied ''aight. bet.''#it's a little heavy in its themes though #wouldn't really know how to tag it #i have 5k of not!fic for this idea this is not a joke

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vexic929 · 8 months

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3, 4, 8, 11, 12, 19 for the domestic prompts

#8 "I made this for you" from this prompt list info on Berrie and Eoland here and here

Siv belongs to @negative-speedforce Eoland and Berrie are mine but based on The Flash characters

"I made this for you!"

Berrie's chipper tone cut through the silence like a knife as the 15-year-old produced two pastel-colored bracelets made of what appeared to be chalky candy from behind her back and thrust them forward into Eoland and Siv's line of sight.

"What the hell is this?" Eoland asked, taking one in hand and inspecting it closely.

"Friendship bracelets! I got the idea after Siv gave me that candy necklace to chew on so I'd stop chewing pens!"

"You still chew pens." Eoland remarked. "Sivonne's actions didn't help you and I don't see how these will be useful either."

"Oh fuck off, Eo, he chews pens way less now." Siv grumbled, crossing her arms and glaring at the older speedster.

Berrie's smile faltered. "Well…that's okay, you don't have to wear them I just thought…"

"No, we'll wear them." Siv cut in, kicking Eoland hard under the table. "They're really nice Berrie, thank you."

Siv offered their arm, allowing Berrie to fasten the bracelet around it before all but yanking Eoland's arm over and forcing the other bracelet onto her.

"See." Siv declared, propping her arm up on the table and showing off her bracelet proudly. "Looks great! Even on grumpy old Aunt Eoland here."

Berrie's smile came back full force.

"I distinctly remember telling you both not to call me that." Eoland said with a scowl.

"What grumpy, old, or Aunt Eoland?" Siv teased and Berrie laughed.

"You two are insufferable." Eoland muttered.

#lol I was gonna write romance with these prompts and then I didn't XD #negative-speedforce #negative speedforce #vexic writes #vexic ocs #vexic lives #ask game #writing prompt #siv thawne #eoland thawne #berrie thawne

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siv-siv-siv · 1 year

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A typo but...true

#loki #odin #fanfiction #thor #siv writing

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sirspeep · 8 months

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"i should reorganize my spotify playlists" THATS THE DEVIL TALKING!!!

#THE URGES THE VOICES #my goddd #clearly a ploy concocted by my brain to procrastinate writing my dissertation #WELL IT WONT WORK (citation needed)#siv speaks

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antique-forvalaka · 2 years

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Im so sorry but i just think the costumes (and especially the head pieces) are more miss than hit

#showrunners found out 3d printers exist #and went all '' write that down write that down''#and now every important character has a synthetic monstrosity on their head #special shout out to changheng and his guan (?) made up of glass cast offs #and his brother for wearing a gilded miniature zen garden stone on his head #love between fairy and devil #siv watches lbfad #istg im gonna add some screenshots eventually i have to share the weird costumes with the world #also no shade; the show is still hilarious

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Perhaps she should be worried, Syo thought offhandedly as she leaped off of Commander Appo’s falling corpse, withdrawing her sabers from his neck. Worried that killing these men before her was coming so easily. As if they were just mowing down the training dummies that they used in the Guard Hall or Battle Droids from the attack on Coruscant.

Syo knew that she was more than a bit different from others, there was no fear in her soul when she stepped onto the battlefield, but to be the one killing without feeling a thing? She wondered if the constant years under the Guard, under the knowledge of the fact that one day she may as well be forced to kill another for the sake of protecting someone else... she wondered if that had messed something else up more.

They say that killing wasn’t supposed to be easy— that it never got easier. Yin’shinhen had said so, Mari had said so, and Ashe had said so. Hakra hadn’t said a thing, and Syo had wondered then if Hakra had already killed enough to the point where he was jaded. Master Drallig had simply given her a slight look before he had ruffled her hair and apologized to her— another thing she didn’t quite understand, why apologize when this was something she chose?

Still, Syo wondered as she glanced down at Appo’s body for a split second, would there have been more emotion if that clone had been wearing red instead of blue? If that clone had been someone she had known personally? She knew Appo vaguely, through Fox and the other Coruscant Guard, but she didn’t know him. He had passed her a few times while she had been out guarding the front before.

She wondered what his last thoughts were, and what the feeling of Death was like. How it felt to suddenly see the face of a Guard he had seen before— masked and hidden behind ivory and gold.

Syo wondered a lot of things, though, it was pointless in the end.

Commander Appo was dead, he had been killed by her and by Siv Vera who had already thrown herself into another fight alongside of Kolloma Ree— the human and twi’lek Guards’ lightsabers flashing and slicing through clones like they were nothing.

Commander Appo was dead, and his men were quick to follow. Syo’s feathers twitched, just slightly, as she felt the Force within the Temple surge, the lights and souls of the Clones that she felt through her own grasp on the Force extinguishing in instants as the Order of Defense fought alongside of the Guard— killed alongside of them.

Commander Appo was dead, and Syo felt nothing for him.

#tw character death #Syo (PKWSW)#The Jedi Temple Guard #Temple Guard OC Squad #Siv Vera (PKWSW)#Kolloma Ree #Commander Appo #501st Legion #Order of Defense AU #Penguinkiwi Writes #snippit #star wars

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havoc-warband · 2 years

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The Grove wasn’t all that different from Rata Sum in climate, Yurmia noted with some degree of annoyance. While Vikaros and Trahearne went to meet with the Pale Tree, the rest of them found a few bodies of water on the lowest level, and decided to wait out the meeting there.

The mesmer had just succeeded at magicking some water out of one of the puddles, and was trying to manoeuvre it onto Tavryn’s head, when she heard the tell-tale clang of Vikaros’ bow against his armour. She let go of the magic, prompting a shout from the suddenly-doused guardian, and turned towards the sound.

Vikaros did not look happy.

In fact, he looked thunderously angry.

Yurmia hastily got up as he all but stormed down the walkway. She didn’t even get to open her mouth before he was issuing orders.

“Pack up, we're leaving immediately. Back to the Order of Whispers.”

“Wait, what? Vikaros, what did the Pale Tree-” Yurmia tried.

“Nothing of importance,” the leader barked.

By this point, the others had also gotten up, Tavryn’s mane still dripping with water, and at his anger, they froze.

“What happened?” Tavryn asked.

Before Vikaros could come up with another evasive reply - and Yurmia was sure of it, he would come up with one if they gave him the chance - Trahearne came running down the same walkway. Sylvari around them stared, whispering something about undignified and Firstborn.

“Vikaros, wait!" Trahearne yelled. "Don’t you-”

“I will have nothing to do with the- the witchcraft that I just witnessed!” Vikaros bellowed, fury in his voice. “I’ve endured more than my share of poor leadership, and I will not willingly put myself under yet another yoke that will lead my warband up to death’s doorstep! And what we saw in there could not be classified any other way!”

Trahearne winced. “But you-”

“I don’t care,” hissed Vikaros, now walking up to the sylvari, fangs bared and claws spread out, a clear threat. He took a step back, visibly afraid, and Yurmia snapped out of watching the unfolding spectacle. This would not be good for their reputation or dignity, and if they were going to be mercenaries, those were things they would be relying on for work. The Wardens were already approaching, hands resting on the handles of their weapons.

“Vikaros,” she growled, stalking up to the pair. He turned his head, still snarling.

“What? Are you also going to try to tell me what to do?”

“That’s not what the Pale Tree-” Trahearne tried.

“Shut it,” Vikaros snarled.

“What the fuck happened in there?” Yurmia interrupted before he could go on another tangent.

“You can ask him,” he said, gesturing at Trahearne with still-extended claws, causing him to yelp and stumble back a little, out of range. “I’m going to pack up our bags again. We’re not staying here a moment longer than we have to.”

And with that, the thundercloud personified stalked off.

Yurmia focused on her breathing until he was out of sight, needing to calm down a little herself and think of what to do. When he was gone, she turned to the sylvari, who was still awkwardly standing by.

“So?”

“He- argh, I did warn him that the Pale Tree’s visions were unusual, but I didn’t think he’d react to it this badly!” he said, running a hand through his hair - foliage? - clearly frustrated.

“What did you see in this... vision?” Tavryn asked. “Maybe this is salvageable. He was really set on avenging Tybalt, he can’t just throw it away like that.”

“I, uh,” and he faltered again, cringing a little. He took a deep breath and rattled off the most unlikely sentence she’d heard in a good while. “I was a general, and he was a commander, and we led an army into Orr.”

Yurmia blinked. “How detailed was this? Can we be sure this wasn’t just us accompanying you into Orr on a study trip?”

“No,” he said. “It was definitely not that. It was… the three Orders of Tyria, working together as one, under our command. We were- we were to defeat Zhaitan.”

“Wow,” said Tavryn, eyebrows raised. “And he was upset by this… why?”

“He shouted it out for everyone to hear just a minute ago,” Yurmia said. “Leadership issues - he doesn’t want to bow to anyone anymore, after the situation with the Legions.”

“I understand that,” Trahearne said. “But this is different, surely?”

“I think it is. Different, that is,” she replied, thinking. Then, she got an idea. “You said he was the commander?”

“Yes, the second in charge.”

“And you were the general?”

He opened his mouth, but then closed it again and just nodded, seemingly too awkward to confirm it out loud.

Yurmia quietly activated some of her magic. If he lied in response to the following question, she’d turn around on the spot and follow Vikaros out of the Grove, no additional questions needed.

“Would you send him on a mission that would put his life in danger if it meant that everyone else would be saved?”

His eyes widened, but his response was too quick to be anything but genuine. “Is- I would never send him on any mission, especially one that would carry such risk, without consulting with him thoroughly first.”

Yurmia nodded, satisfied, and let go of her magic, having detected no lies. “Correct answer. Come to the tavern in Constellation Shelter in about an hour. I’ll talk him down from the fit he’s throwing right now, and we can talk about next steps.”

Tavryn laughed. From the corner of her eye, she saw Akoviras and Sivris grin. Trahearne gaped like a fish.

“W- what? You would- why?”

“Warband of the Commander of an alliance so strong it unifies the three most stubborn organisations on the continent, on a mission to kill Zhaitan?” Yurmia laughed. “Charr may not seek out glory as fanatically as norn do, but we do love a good tale, and a good fight. And an Elder Dragon’s bound to be one of the best fights out there.”

“Okay, but he clearly doesn’t want to-”

“He’s jumping to conclusions,” she said. “He’s thinking of charr power structures - unquestioning obedience, death before dishonour - whereas you clearly have a different idea about it. He has no idea what he’s throwing away.”

And with a final grin and a wink, she turned on her heel and set a brisk pace towards their quarters, hoping he hadn’t already gone through the asura gate.

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The bar’s spirits weren’t as strong as they liked, but luckily, Akoviras had a habit of packing their own booze. Trahearne was in the process of desperately chugging down water to chase away the burning of the one sip they’d finally convinced him to try when Yurmia entered, with Vikaros in tow. The Firstborn inhaled his water and started coughing.

When the water cleared from his eyes, Vikaros was sitting across from him, gaze boring into his own.

“I’ve been informed you’ve a unique stance on leadership,” he said.

Pale Mother, he’d barely finished clearing his throat. Straight down to business it is, then.

“Ah- yes, apparently,” he coughed out. He took a deep breath before continuing, and miraculously did not choke again. “I believe in communication and deliberation above ultimate authority. I understand that this is not the custom in the Black Citadel?”

“You can say that again,” Vikaros growled, visibly relaxing; his shoulders dropped and he leaned back, motioning for Ako’s flask. After a swig, he continued. “There, the higher-ups wouldn’t hesitate to send you to your death, just to further their own glory and reputation.”

“That- sounds terrible, Vikaros,” Trahearne said, suddenly connecting the dots with his previous thought - that severing relations with the High Legions must have been the result of something extreme, and here it was.

“It works to some degree,” he said, shrugging with one shoulder as he handed back the flask. “Reputation is a double-edged sword. If your decisions result in more deaths than the results are worth, you will be demoted or killed sooner rather than later. But it does take the deaths to get to that point.

“Additionally, if their goals require it, they won’t hesitate to tear warbands apart. All our lives, we’re told that the warband is the most important unit on any battlefield, but when it comes down to it, nothing survives before their precious reputation,” he spat. He was getting heated again.

“That’s enough,” Yurmia said, having noticed the same. She leaned forwards, putting her elbows on the small table that was not designed for five charr sitting around it. “Let’s talk about this dragon-killing business you guys heard about.”

“Saw,” Vikaros corrected. “Or more like experienced.”

“Wait, how?” Sivris asked him, leaning forwards.

Trahearne sighed and sat back, happy to let Vikaros explain. Happy to just observe them again.

Because as much as Vikaros had his own doubts about their prophesied endeavour, Trahearne had nearly gone slack with terror when he saw his Dream-self lead a handful of troops into a skirmish with a group of Orrian undead. The fighting was the least of his problems with the vision - he could hold his own in battle perfectly fine, as long as he wasn't terribly outnumbered, but the social aspect of it, the responsibility of it… It made him nervous just to think that this might be his future.

He and the charr would likely make a good team, too. He had the knowledge that would be required for their mission - the terrain, the threats they would face - and Vikaros had the leadership experience. And the few times they had worked together, it had gone well in this way: with him defining the mission, and Vikaros leading his people into the battle.

But to unify Tyria's Orders? The ones that were notorious for refusing to work together? It sounded like an impossible task, and yet it was what the Pale Tree had shown them. He had to believe it, if only because without faith they would certainly be doomed to failure. And that is nothing to say of the actual goal - defeating an Elder Dragon! They are thought to be immortal, but the rousing speech his Dream-self had given the soldiers just before rushing into battle still rang in his ears, and he'd sounded so confident…

"Trahearne?"

He blinked himself out of his thoughts and focused back into reality. A Warden stood next to their group, keeping some distance from the charr. "Yes?"

"The Pale Tree requested your presence."

He frowned. "I will-"

"It is an urgent matter, Firstborn. It cannot wait. I am to escort you."

"Oh," well, that made it easy, then. He stood.

"Do you also know where we can find a certain, uh, Vikaros? A charr, I heard-"

"You found him," his future commander said, also rising from his seat. "Let's see what else she has to say."

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And so, the scene from before repeated itself, with some differences.

Vikaros thundered down the walkways again, except now there was barely concealed panic on his face.

Trahearne followed close behind, visibly concerned, but now also carrying an almost mythical sylvari weapon.

The news they brought was again unbelievable at first, but this time it was frighteningly current and not some vague visions of the future.

The Chantry of Secrets was under attack.

#havoc warband #havoc writing #vikaros havocforge #yurmia #trahearne #guild wars 2 #yeah the vision was split in two because vikaros had to dramatically storm off in the middle of it #and then the second half was a speedrun because the pale tree noticed fuckery afoot in bloodtide coast #about the distribution of dialogue #im not forgetting ako and siv #ako is just very quiet #and siv prefers to observe until she can actually add anything or ask something

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good-oldfashioned-lover · 4 months

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Hii~

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Some basic info⭒๋࣭ ⭑

I'm Siv. 17. They/she (Desi. Get it? Yeah I'll see myself out). I'm a Gemini. Hailing from Slytherin, my godly parent is Hecate. I kin Sirius for the most part, also Remus a little. My top ships are WolfStar and Drarry but I ship almost all the pairs I find from the marauders era. I'm a neurospicy hoe who loves space, any and all forms of art, reading, coffee, the moon, and rain. I really really love rain, just puts me in a better mood instantly. And uhh... yeah :)

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Music⭒๋࣭ ⭑

I listen to so many artists cause i need music 25/8 or else i cant function but off the top of my head my favs are Taylor Swift (Evermore and Rep), Hozier (Wasteland, Baby!), Conan Gray (Superache), Lorde (Pure Heroine), Arctic Monkeys (AM), Girl In Red, a bit of Queen and I've started listening to Harry Styles and Manëskin recently.

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Books⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Can't choose my fav but comfort book is Red, White and Royal Blue. And the last book that deeply impacted my soul was The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.

⭒๋࣭ ⭑Shows and Movies⭒๋࣭ ⭑

I've watched too many to count but my comfort ones are Heartstopper, SPOP, FRIENDS and Gilmore Girls (Lorelai is literally so me) in shows while in movies it's Single All The Way, and a couple tamil movies called Maara, Bangalore Days and Oh Kadhal Kanmani.

You can find my fanfics on:

Wattpad: wolfstarkinnie89

Ao3: there_are_memories_to_be_made

Some amazing friends that I've made here so far :) @daydream-of-a-wallflower @amaan-danish @her-midas-touch @silence-between-seconds @half-a-heart-without-you @inluvwithremuslupin @skeelly @ghost-of-a-poet @reisbackinblack @not-rab @lovebooks3000 @thedvilsinthedetails

Yeah... k byeeee <3

(Oh also the tags below are just tags I use the cause I need them there for who knows what reasons)

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budugu · 8 months

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Sometimes you just need to write a story where you love your next door neighbour since you were in highschool but he doesn't like you and you guys are enemies to everyone around you but he secretly loves you and adores you but he can't be with you because he has secrets SECRETS which no one knows and he can't tell anyone. One day you finally have enough of it and bury your love for him deep inside your heart. You're just done with the drama. You can't keep waiting for him to change his tune even after you have given him multiple clues on multiple occasions and have even made sure he knew about your feelings. It's time to move on and find your own happiness, right? So, you go out there, ready to mingle, and guess what? His sister, out of nowhere, becomes your bestie and love-life coach.Yup, you heard that right. She sets you up on dates, gives you pep talks, and basically becomes your partner in crime as you navigate the dating world. And weirdly, it's working. You're starting to feel good about yourself, getting over that unreciprocated love, and living life on your own terms. Meanwhile, your brooding neighbor, THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE is still dealing with his own mess. He's quietly watching you from the shadows, kicking himself for not giving you a chance and for not spilling his guts. There's a lot of pining because SECRETS . He sees you moving on, and it's like a wakeup call. He knows he needs to deal with his past and come clean, but he's not sure if you'll even be around by the time he sorts himself out.

Time keeps ticking, and you're out there, living your best life. Making new friends, going on dates, and basically rocking it. You're growing, changing, and this neighbor guy, he can't help but notice AND HIS FREAKING DAMN SISTER IS HELPING YOU OUT because the poor dear has no clue about either of your feelings.

There's hands that flex and Jaws that clench and eyes that glare !

But guess what? Fate's got some tricks up its sleeve. Secrets have a way of spilling out, and emotions have a way of getting real. Sooner or later, the truth's gonna hit the fan. SECRETS GOTTA COME OUT . PINING GOT TO STOP . TENSION NEEDS TO BE BROKEN RIGHT?

RIGHT ?

#musings of siv #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #write #writer block #writing #fanfiction.net #ao3 #shitposting #shitpost #random ramblings #random rant #random rambles #random musing #random thoughts

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negative-speedforce · 2 months

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Major Spoiler warning for the first draft of how I'm going to end Siv's story

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Siv closed their eyes, feeling for the crackling power that used to rest on the edge of their subconscious. "I have to fix this." They opened their eyes- Nothing. "Please. One last time." Siv took a deep breath, and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the world stopped.

A surge of energy rushed through their body as the corners of her vision turned fractal, the familiar electricity rushing through every bone in her. Her just-past-shoulder-length hair stood up on end, floating above them in a nonexistent breeze. Their jeans and hoodie had vanished, replaced by a black leather suit, with dark slate details, and a gold chain belt with lightning-shaped charms clipped to it.

Siv clenched their fist, testing their powers. Scarlet lightning sparked around her hand, and a wide smile spread across her face. Stepping to the ledge of the building she stood on top of, Siv took a deep breath, and allowed herself to fall.

Using a few short bursts of lightning to slow her fall, Siv landed on her feet, a slight shock of pain hitting their knees, but it was inconsequential. They had a mission.

"Eobard Thawne." Siv approached the man, who was frozen in time mid-leap. "I could kill you right now, and you would never notice. You couldn't resist me. Not when you're like this."

Siv touched her father's face, sighing regretfully. "You know, in another world, we could have been a family. If you would have just let go, before everything went to shit, maybe the future would have been different. You and I are very similar in that regard. But I refuse to repeat your mistakes- I'm letting go."

"If I don't let go, it's going to kill me. This rage, this pain- it is killing me. Don't mistake this for me forgiving or forgetting, that's not what I'm doing, and it's never going to happen." Siv explained, though they knew that Eobard couldn't hear them. "I can't chase you forever. I can't be like you- we're more similar than either of us would like to admit. I had a choice- make something else of myself, or die your daughter. We're both obsessive. We hurt the ones we love for that obsession. But the cycle ends here and now. I refuse to be you, and that is what this is turning me into."

Siv put her hand on Eobard's chest, instinct causing her to reach for the energy that flowed through his body. "I'm done blaming myself for Gina's death. It was your choice to kill her. I was a kid who didn't even know their dad was capable of something that horrible. But I'm not that kid anymore. I wonder what you'd think of me now, if you knew who I really was. I'm not that broken, scared little girl who you could manipulate anymore."

When she pulled her hand back, a small ball of crackling lightning followed her, hovering a mere inch above their hand. They clenched their fist, crushing the small ball of lightning like a bug She then took Eobard's hand, pulling him into her perception of time.

"Sivonne?" Eobard blinked, clearly panicked at the sudden loss of his speed.

"I can't be you. That's why I'm giving you a choice. You can let go now, and let your feud with Allen die... or you die, alone and unwanted by anyone. Good riddance." Siv continued. "But I'm never going to let you hurt another person again. Your speed's gone. This fight is going to kill you. You can leave, or die slowly or painfully. It's all up to you."

"You'll never be able to let go." Eobard smirked, clearly bluffing and trying to get into Siv's head. "Do you really think a fragile little thing like you could actually stop me?"

"Fragile?" Siv laughed. "Clearly, you haven't talked to me in a few years. But listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you. I've grown beyond that. But if you get out of this alive, and so much as look at someone I love, there will be a reckoning, and you will die slowly and painfully. Do you understand?"

"Bold words. But that's all they are." Eobard continued. "What are you going to do without me, Sivonne?"

"Live." Siv bared their teeth, a well-aimed punch throwing Eobard back into the normal flow of time, the complete standstill rushing back to normal. Eobard, despite his lack of speed, used his continued momentum to rush headfirst into the lightning bolt Barry wielded like a sword, where he was skewered like a serial killer kebab.

Eobard collapsed to the ground, grasping at the wound in his chest. Siv stepped back, watching from afar as he struggled, then ultimately went limp. It was over. He was gone, hopefully for good this time. But they didn't hope too much. After all, she had died twice and was somehow still kicking, so there was a chance Eobard might return, albeit small.

But now wasn't the time to think about that. It was time to celebrate what had happened- Sivonne Alessandra Thawne was finally free.

#oc shit #revan writes #siv thawne

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