I love shippy babyfic more than anything else to read or watch.
I am so glad that P/C have a kid.
I love that he is smart, funny, tender and even lets himself cry.
I think they picked the best actor for the job, he looks and sounds like his folks and the scenes with them together and individually with him are great.
But if they never have a single conversation about their own emotions rather than his needs and drama, in the next two episodes, I will be disappointed. Heartbroken.
I shipped them before him, never thinking he would exist. Wishing, but never thinking he would in alpha canon. And while I love that he does, I want a happy ending for them as a couple, not as his separate parents who love him, that’s beautiful… but I want my ship dang it!
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Christophe listened carefully as Emil listed the rank and file of fey who came and went from the mortal realm. Who had changed forms, who had gained rank, or lost power. They were half way into the delicate discussion of bedlam when a puffing Phichit came running into view. Hands dropping to his knees, he gulped in long breaths until he could stand. Clutching a stitch in his side, he held out a hand, flapping the sticky note stuck firmly to a finger. Plucking it off, Emil looked the note over. With each line he read, his brows disappeared more into his eyebrows.
"Oh..."
"Emil?" Christophe said, trying to bring focus back to the video call.
"I, uh... yeah. Yes. It's just..." Emil turned towards the screen, ignoring how Phichit folded himself backwards, straining his midsection up until a loud popping could be heard. Emil swallowed. "We might have a problem."
Christophe felt his nervous system begin to fire in rapid response. Cold seemed to trickle down his neck, trying to caress his spine in a trickling terror he barely recalled. "Tell me."
"You recall the... No, you wouldn't. You were in the dream at that time." Emil ran a hand thrugh his hair, eyes drifting upwards. A puff of breath escaped him as he shook the memories away. "There was a spat of unusual activity back in January. People died. Mortal people."
Christophe swallowed. "How many dreamers?"
"Over a hundred." Emil sat forward, the chair seeming to pop as he rested his forearms on his thighs, head low. "The damage was done by a volcano. They should have been able to predict it, but..."
"But?"
"It wasn't the usual things. A rift just... opened. No warning. It was just torn. The lava turned itself in the three cardinal directions. Thousands had to move from the aria, leaving it unprotected."
"Wait, three cardinal directions? There are four. Which direction did it not ... Which direction, Emil?"
Emil's bright eyes had a haunted look. "It didn't run towards... South east."
Christophe swallowed. Hard. "All three streams?" Emil nodded. Christophe winced. "South east... What was it reaching for?"
"I don't know that it is. I think... I think it's just trying to gather power."
"Are you sure? From nowhere? I mean, this could just be a mortal thing."
Emil shook his head with a resigned little sound. "No." Holding up the note, he showed the numbers to Christophe. "Type them in." One by one Christophe typed them into his phone, not daring to risk his computer. "Before you put in the last one, be ready to jump away."
Christophe's eye shot up, locking on the screen. Rising, he took a cheep metal chair from beside the refrigerator, setting it up in the middle of the room. A metal mixing bowl was put on that. Ready to spring, he put the last number in, dropped the phone, and jumped back.
The phone began to ring, as if connecting a call. A crackle began to sound thrugh the ring, as if the line had connected incorrectly. Soon the sound became a screechy, dial-up modem, ripping eardrums and tearing flesh. As soon as it started, it ended. The spring fey began to advance, to peak in the bowl. "No!" Emil called. Christophe spring back another few feet. Suddenly the phone began to melt, acrid poison steaming up from it as it broke into its most basic parts. Minerals, sands, and oils congealed in the bowl, foaming upwards. On pure instinct, Christophe reached for the roses on his desk. Petals fell away, dancing about his fingers. A flick of his wrist sent them into ever growing mess. Suspended in air, they began to glow, there colors pulsing with the cool melt of spring warmth. The light pulsed, flickered, faded. The petals ashed, spinning into a tornado of organic magic.
"Les dangers lointains nés du feu me disent ce que vous désirez."
Through the computer Emil watched, eyes wide. He'd not heard Christophe use a bunk in a noticeable amount of time. The rose ash spun, trying to draw an answer out of the melted mass. For to long they waited, the place slowly filling with poisonous vapors. "Christophe... Christophe, you may need to run."
The spring fey frowned. His blue eyes flickered into an impossible hew. Teeth sharper than blades flashed a blinding white. His ears showed his sidhe linage, tapering into a wicked point. His hand flexed as he held it stiffly in front of him, pulling glamour from his dross pouch. It sparked to life, taking on the shape of a crocus.
His voice called forth the winds of change, everything in the room becoming new and old with nary a breath. The crocus bloomed, then decayed, its rotting corps dusting to gold. The wind picked it up as Christophe intoned, "Sannaste form ropar jag ut dig. Skapare, Förstörare, svara på Drömmen. Jag är förresten Vårens rättigheter. Jag är förresten grejen att tro. Svar till mig med det som skapades, svar till mig, en kropp värd att känna igen!"
The gold speckled wind threw its force into the rose scented tornado spinning against the frothing bowl, each spark fusing with a fleck of ash. As they flowed, the ash began to form into a wildly organic shape. Then they exploded outwards, stopping just shy of touching anything, stuck in the air like a frozen painting. Christophe lowered the hands he'd raised to protect himself. "Emil... are you seeing this?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, I am."
"Entropy," they both said, cold seeping into their bones.
"Something is endangering the balance."
"We know that," Emil snapped. "Something is making it worse!" Pressing his palms into his eyes, he slid down his chair, proper posture forgotten. "We are so screwed."
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30
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I haven’t read any of your Daisy x Carol fics yet, because I haven’t been in the fanfic mood, but I’m so curious about them! What caused you to start shipping Daisy and Carol? What do you like best about them as a pairing?
Hi! Thank you so much for asking! No worries, I can definitely relate to not being in a fic mood.
I think they have so many parallels and opposites. Carol's story, in some way, is about being stronger on her own apart from the organization she was brainwashed to fight for. She starts out as a kidnapped tool of the Kree empire and finds out that they are the bad guy, not "noble warrior heroes." She learns to trust her emotions and herself and discovers her true name and identity that the Kree stole from her. Her powers weren't from the Kree after all. They were accidental, by sacrifice, and the Kree dampened them, an arm tied behind her back. Breaking free from the organization and systems she'd been taught to trust was vital to her unlocking her true power.
Daisy, on the other hand, is genetically a Kree experiment and only has powers because of their bloodthirsty quest for universal domination. She has the opposite problem as Carol. Instead of learning to maximize and free dampened powers, at first, Daisy's powers are involuntary and a danger to everyone including herself. She must learn to center herself and work through her emotions, process her trauma, etc. so she can stay in control.
She starts out alone, survives on the streets in her van, learns enough to earn her way into the Rising Tide, and becomes a noticeable threat to Shield, who she thinks is the bad guy, or at least hiding too much. Her arc is in that organization becoming her family, and every time she runs away (for understandable but angsty reasons), she finds herself stronger and more effective as part of that team. She also discovers her true name and identity, but it's not the family reunion that Carol gets. It's devastating. The reunion ends with the realization that the team Daisy's fighting alongside is her true family and her place is as an agent. (At least until the last few minutes, etc. etc.)
Both tell the Kree and their creepy mind prisons to fuck off, both are so much stronger than even they know, both are saved by Coulson and Fury and aided by Shield, both are so powerful it scares their superiors and peers a bit and their enemies a LOT. Both are funny and smart and extremely adaptive and resourceful. They are kind to kids, are loyal to their friends, feel betrayed when they find out the truth about men who think too highly of themselves as their mentors, and their powers are at least somewhat tied to their emotions. Both end up in space apart from the found families they formed for the majority of their canon, presumably fighting Kree and Kree-like evil? We're not really told explicitly what either of them are doing; it just gets them off earth because they are so powerful it creates plotholes for Marvel unless they are gone for ~reasons~.
In another universe (the animated show, Marvel Rising), they also work together with the Secret Warriors!
So that's a brief summary of my love of them, even though the Carol and Daisy in my current AU verse obviously don't have the same backstory or consequently, the same arcs. I think they are really good for each other, with Carol being sunshine light and Daisy being sunshine warmth. My AU Daisy can share her sense of belonging and family with Carol, and my AU Carol can share her confidence and independence with Daisy. Plus they are simply irresistibly cute.
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