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batneko · 1 year

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Here's an idea I originally planned to write as another Bowuigi scenario post, but I decided to turn it into a ficlet because it would be too short. Now it's about 2000 words, lol.

It had been clear from the beginning that something as simple as a "Science Expo" wouldn't be simple at all in the Mushroom Kingdom. Luigi had been braced for disaster from the moment he heard about it, and Bowser's attack almost came as a relief.

No, his mistake had been un-bracing after Bowser was captured and locked in a cage one of the scientists had invented.

Sure, it looked sturdy. Sure, the scientist assured Princess Peach that the cage was completely indestructible. Sure, the only key had been moved from the display table to a security toad's neck after Bowser gave up on trying to bend the bars and started sneakily (as sneaky as anybody his size could be) reaching for it instead.

None of that was the problem. The problem turned out to be another experiment all the way on the other side of the hall that collapsed and caught on fire. That toad scientist said he wasn't even sure how it caught on fire - there weren't any flammable components! About half a second before the blaze spread to the next table, which happened to be full of chemicals, and turned into a giant green fireball.

"Okay, everybody out!" Peach exclaimed, calmly but firmly. "Evacuate the building. Walk, don't run!"

People tended to listen when the princess talked - Luigi supposed that was a skill you had to pick up when you ruled a country. But the fire was pretty eye-catching, and panic set in before he and Mario could start working on crowd control. There was screaming, running (what did Peach just say?), scientists attempting to pack up their exhibits, and for some reason several people tried to head for the same exits that the fire was creeping toward.

"Doesn't this place have sprinklers?" he heard Mario ask.

"I thought so," Peach said. "I don't know why they're not-"

An alarm started to blare, and then they all felt the sudden downpour of the sprinkler system. There was a mass exhale, relief settling in, calming the crowd.

And then something new exploded into flames.

"My elemental sodium!" a toad exclaimed.

Memories of 8th grade chemistry flashing through his mind, Luigi clenched his teeth and got back to guiding the evacuation. There was nothing he wanted more than to head for the exits himself right now, especially with the added discomfort of water dripping off his hat onto his nose, but a hero had responsibilities - and besides, he was the second tallest person in the room.

It only took a few minutes, nobody exactly wanted to stay, and then Luigi was safely outside and wringing water out of his hat. A disaster, but one in which no one got hurt. About the best he could have asked for.

The security toads were doing their jobs now, keeping the crowd away from the merrily burning building. The one with the key around his neck was explaining to a very distraught toad that if the fire didn’t ruin his cardboard model of a bathysphere, the water would. Which was probably ironic in some way.

Wait a minute.

Luigi lunged forward and grabbed the toad’s arm, startling both of them with how fast he’d moved. “Did you let Bowser out?” he asked.

The toad took a second to register what he’d said, glancing down at the giant key as long as his chest. “Oh! Uh, no. I didn’t think-”

“Give that to me.”

The toad obliged, struggling to get the chan over his head until he managed to pop the clasp in the back. Key in hand, Luigi took a step toward the building… and stopped. He looked back over the milling crowd, at Peach’s head of blonde hair. She was the only one tall enough to see, but Mario was rarely far from her. He could find him, ask him to…

No, there was no time. Gritting his teeth, Luigi ran back toward the expo hall to the sounds of several panicked shouts.

The heat was like walking into a wall. Since the fire started on the opposite end from Bowser’s cage, Luigi didn’t have to worry about actually dodging flames, but he could feel the heat and the smoke getting into his lungs. Pulling his shirt up over his nose and trying not to cough, Luigi made his way to the corner he’d been trying to avoid before.

Bowser was still sitting there, arms folded, scowling. He was looking at the floor when Luigi ran up, and Luigi tried to focus on getting the key into the lock with wet gloves on as an excuse to not meet his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Bowser asked.

“Getting you out of here,” Luigi said. Luckily the lock opened smoothly, and Luigi threw the door open so hard it clanged against the bars. "Come on."

The cage was too small for him, Bowser had to duck to get out the door, and as he straightened up to his full height for a second it felt like he was blocking out the sun. Luigi was very, very aware of the difference in their sizes.

He swallowed, forced himself to say, "This way," and tried to ignore the way it came out as a squeak.

"You're an idiot," Bowser said.

Luigi hadn't exactly been expecting to be thanked, but the insult didn't seem necessary. Just because they almost forgot him didn't mean they did.

But arguing would waste time, and the fire was still creeping along the walls where the sprinklers didn't reach. He adjusted his shirt again and turned toward the door he'd come in through, still open and still safe.

He hadn't taken two steps before a wooden beam crashed down in front of him. Luigi yelped and jumped backwards, hiding behind the first large object he saw - which turned out to be Bowser.

"Uh… sorry."

Bowser just shook his head.

There was more crashing, and the crackle of flames was a lot closer than Luigi liked. Had it spread to the ceiling already? If the walls weren't safe and the open spaces weren't safe, what were they going to do?

If anybody had remembered to let Bowser out in the first place they wouldn't be in this mess. Unfortunately, Luigi counted as "anybody," meaning this was as much his fault as anyone else.

"I'm sorry," Luigi said again. "Let's just make a run for it."

Bowser reached behind him and grabbed the back of his overalls, hoisting him into the air like a toy in a claw machine. Luigi heard himself squeak, then he was thrown back into the cage Bowser just left.

The door clanged shut, and Luigi’s heart sunk into his shoes. He was locked up. Just like Bowser had been, behind bars in a burning building, soon to be abandoned. Okay, they’d forgotten him, but did it really deserve this? Did Luigi really deserve to die over it?

He saw Bowser bend over next to the cage, grip the bars with one hand, and then he picked the whole thing up off the platform. Luigi toppled over onto the side, then back again as Bowser balanced the cage on his shoulder. What was he doing?

They turned back and forth. Luigi could see the fire creeping toward all the doors now. If they ran, and rolled as soon as they got outside - but the ceiling was still falling in too.

Bowser turned completely around, facing the back wall now. There was a small door near the middle, but the rest of it was nothing but windows. There was no safe path unless…

“No,” Luigi said, softly.

Bowser chuckled, and charged straight ahead.

For a few horrible seconds Luigi was aware of nothing but the smoke-filled air rushing past him as the wall got closer and closer. Glass shattered around them as Bowser kicked out a window and leapt through the frame, cage and all.

Bumping, rolling, and finally stillness. Luigi took a deep breath of still-smoky but much cooler air. He was tempted to scream. It wouldn’t accomplish much at this point, but it would make him feel better.

He yelped, at least, as the cage was picked up again. The door popped open and the box turned, and Luigi was shaken out onto the ground like the last penny in a piggy bank.

“Ow,” Luigi said.

“Wimp,” Bowser said. But his tone was light, and when Luigi looked up he saw him smiling.

He chucked the cage back over his shoulder, where it landed on the ground with a heavy thud and a gouge driven into the dirt. After a moment’s consideration Bowser threw the key in the same general direction, then turned back toward the expo hall, folding his arms and watching it slowly burn.

“This science expo thing’s more fun than I thought,” he said. “Maybe I’ll have one.”

Abruptly, he leaned over Luigi, really blocking out the sun this time. They were all alone out here, Luigi realized. Everyone else had evacuated out the other side of the building. If Bowser wanted to do anything to him, there was nobody to stop it.

But… he wasn't. And he hadn't. Right now he was just staring at Luigi with something like confusion on his face.

"You break anything?" Bowser said.

"No…" Luigi said. He'd been thrown around a lot, but he was used to that now. He probably wouldn't even bruise.

Carefully, Luigi climbed to his feet and brushed off any bits of broken glass or charred wood that had stuck to his clothes. Bowser quickly scrubbed a hand through his hair to do the same.

"Grazie- I mean, thank you for getting us both out," Luigi said.

Bowser rolled his eyes. "Don't do that. It's gross."

"What, thank you?"

"Ugh," Bowser said, so that must have been it.

Was that not what he'd been waiting for, then? Why did he keep looking at Luigi like that?

"Did you have to throw me in the cage, though?" Luigi asked.

Bowser shrugged. "That Poindexter said it was indestructible. You're not fireproof or roofproof, so I figured it'd help. Or whatever." He frowned, slightly. "Roof-proof. Roof, proof. That's a hard one."

While Bowser seemed interested in the pronunciation of the word he'd just invented, the specifics of what he'd said were sinking in for Luigi.

"You… are fireproof," Luigi said slowly.

"Ye-up," Bowser said.

"And roofproof?"

"Dunno about that one, but I've survived bigger buildings than this falling on me."

"And the cage is indestructible."

"Yyyyup."

Luigi buried his face in his hands. "I didn't need to go back for you at all, did I?"

"Nope," Bowser said, almost cheerfully.

"I'm an idiot."

"I told you you were."

Luigi groaned.

He ignored the guffaw of laughter next to him, and the massive hand that slapped his back. It was only when Bowser muttered something that Luigi forced himself to look up again.

It had sounded like, "Not like I don't appreciate it."

"What?" Luigi said.

"Nothing, shut up."

"I didn't-"

"Shut up," Bowser repeated firmly, and turned away from him to watch the burning building once again. One of the windows collapsed inward, and Bowser pumped his fist and gave an only slightly forced cheer. "Whoo! Good one."

For a while they both stood there, Luigi regaining his breath, Bowser apparently entertained by destruction. Bowser had said not to thank him, had told him to shut up, but Luigi had this feeling like… he was more bark than bite right now.

“Welp, I’m out of here,” Bowser said after a moment. “Much as I’d like to stay and watch the fire work, I’m not letting anybody lock me up again.” He gave a low growl. “Had enough of that for a lifetime.”

“Ah… take care getting home.”

Bowser gave him another odd look. “I don’t get you.”

“Don’t you?”

“I didn’t need saving. I don’t need your niceties.”

“It’s not for you,” Luigi said, “it’s for me. I’m doing - and saying - these things because I’d feel wrong if I didn’t.”

Bowser shook his head. “Like I said, I don’t get you.” He took a step in the direction his airship had gone when the crew abandoned him. “But uh… grazie, or whatever.”

Luigi blinked. “Prego,” he said, automatically, but Bowser had already started moving.

He stood there, alone, watching Bowser leave with nothing but the crackling of the fire to accompany the thoughts swirling in his head. Did Bowser know he’d just thanked him? He must, right? Luigi had said it right afterward.

Come to think of it, he’d have expected Bowser to be offended that Luigi thought he needed rescuing. But he wasn’t. He returned the favor, thanked Luigi, and walked away without causing any more trouble.

Was Luigi losing his mind? Was this smoke inhalation?

“Luigi!” he heard his brother cry out, and turned around to see Mario running at full-tilt across the grass. He braced himself just in time for Mario to grab him in a bone-crushing hug.

He knew he’d done the right thing, and he knew Mario would agree once he heard the story, but he still felt a little silly that he’d rushed into danger for the sake of someone who was danger-proof.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Luigi said. He glanced back over his shoulder, even though he knew Bowser was long gone.

Maybe that was it. Maybe so many people knew Bowser didn’t need rescuing that no one ever did it.

Maybe… Bowser had liked having a hero, for once.

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saturnniidae · 16 days

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As someone who loves both httyd and wakfu I am BEGGING you to talk more about this

Well it wasn't much more than a passing thought I wrote down before i forgot it and I was gonna apologize and say I've not thought of much but character classes, but I blacked out and went into a frenzy.

So for character classes:

Hiccup: Eliatrope and Toothless is his dragon brother

Astrid: Feca or Cra (though I could maybe see her being a Iop too?)

Snotlout: Iop

Twins: Iops as well (I'd say most of Berk's population is)

I'm kind of stuck on what Fishlegs would be. huppermage? Maybe? Idk

Dagur: Sacrier

Heather: Sram

Undecided on what I'd want Viggo to be, or if I'm even going to include him but I'm open to any suggestions.

And for a Rotbtd version (bc I contracted that disease recently):

Merida: Cra

Jack: Rogue

Rapunzel: Eniripsa

But I don't have much more than that for this version rn.

And then I have some story ideas for it but I'll put them under the cut because it's kind of a lot

Berk is a a small coastline port village known for its fishing and inhabitants with ridiculous names and violent tendencies (most of them are Iops).

(Debating on its actual location but I can't for the life of me find a map for the World of Twelve that's actually labeled 💀)

Stoick is a Iop and chief of the village. He found Hiccup when he was an infant. He's never actually sat Hiccup down and given him the "you're adopted" talk, but they're both aware of it. This doesn't really have any strain on their relationship though (they love each other, but like in canon, are shit at actually showing it) the fights they have are over other things, mostly Hiccup's hazardous passion projects. And later, Hiccup's desire to leave Berk.

Hiccup is the village blacksmith's apprentice, but is often distracted with his own projects.

He is more focused on making inventions powered by wakfu than honing his own abilities beyond portal making (because of this, they often explode). as well as seemingly having a lack of interest in finding out about himself and what he is. Beyond the fact that deep down, he knows he is not human. He still wants to get out of Berk and dreams of exploring the World of Twelve.

Hiccup lost his left leg below the knee in an accident he indirectly caused when he was 14. Part of why he doesn't like using his powers.

(If you've watched the show, you'll know that when Yugo makes two portals and puts them in front of each other, it creates a beam of energy that essentially decimates whatever it comes into contact with. And iirc it's mostly been used on machines and such, so I don't think organic matter like bone muscle and flesh would stand a chance.)

Fishlegs is the closest thing he has to a friend. they'll eagerly talk about his inventions, until Fishlegs asks Hiccup to go more in depth on how his powers work, then Hiccup shuts him out. Usally after a few days of silent treatment things go back to normal and they act like it never happened.

Snotlout is Hiccup's cousin who used to bully him but has stopped (doing it outright anyway, ofc he's still rude and we love him for it <3) due to a begruding respect for Hiccup, not that he'll ever admit it (and perhaps out of fear, after all blowing your leg off and accidentally destroying half the village, intentional or not, is an impressive feat). The twins follow Hiccup around in hopes to see what disaster he'll cause next. They're the reason Hiccup moved his 'Workshop' out of the smithy and into a remote clearing in the forest miles away from the village proper.

Toothless is Hiccup's dragon brother and has been searching for Hiccup for years, but Hiccup is so out of tune with his wakfu their connection was almost completely severed and Toothless is unable locate him. Until recently Hiccup had no idea Toothless existed, beyond a lifelong feeling of something being very distinctly wrong and the occasional vague prodding sensation in the back of his head (Toothless trying his absolute hardest to get through to him).

I have no idea what I want to do for Astrid tbh. I want to do her justice which is why I'm so indecisive.

And I have nothing for Heather and Dagur beyond what their classes would be honestly. Something will come to me eventually though.

If anyone has any questions (especially abt wakfu if you're only familiar with httyd) feel free to shoot me an ask and I'd love to elaborate!

(Also a lot of this is subject to change if I have any better ideas)

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spilledmilkfkdies · 9 months

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hello, i wonder if the wizards were to swap their powers around so they all got one of their brother’s powers, who would be most vs least suited for each power??

Hi yes hello anon, I work for @solariaswitch, or rather she's my investor and owns like 80% of me. But!! I'll gladly take the ask off her hands, hope that's okay <3

I was gonna type this separated by power, but I noticed that it didn't give me the chance to talk about every wizard as much as I wanted because I'm a little stupid, so I'm doing it per wizard instead.

『 OGRON 』

I can't start this off without putting the deranged take out there that, considering his own main power, he might've handled/used the other wizards' powers before. It's not impossible. Would probably put him at an advantage if a power swap situation were to occur. That being said? I think he'd like Anagan's least in a combat setting specifically, but not by a lot. Could definitely still work with it if necessary, I just don't see Ogron as someone who enjoys running for a LONG period of time, let's just say that.

Now, would he like Duman's or Gantlos' better? I'm gonna say Gantlos'. Do I have a solid reason beyond 'the enhanced senses might throw him off a little'? Yeah, actually. Ogron's way of using it could perhaps take it to a different level than Gantlos, not necessarily better or worse, just different. Uses it on a smaller scale rather than go full natural disaster, doing less damage overall, but being more focused and precise. Safe option. I think he can do it.

『 GANTLOS 』

Do NOT give this poor man Anagan's super speed either. I keep imagining his legs moving before the rest of him is ready, just violently yoinking him along, pulling him in a direction with the smallest step. I'd like to think his movements have weight to them, if that makes sense? So giving him powers that are all about swiftness and literally speed just doesn't sound like a good idea. Would probably be scary though.

I'm on the fence whether he'd handle shapeshifting okay. On one hand I think the enhanced senses would negatively impact him the least, but I don't see him enjoying the actual transforming part of the whole thing, which is pretty important. BUT would he like it more than Ogron's? I don't know either. I mean, the converting damage into strength part could work out for him, I guess? Both powers are quite versatile in the sense that they're both about adapting and doing so quickly, and I already said quick is simply not for him. Okay unhinged take, give him shapeshifting. Ask me to elaborate and I'll disappear mysteriously.

『 ANAGAN 』

Okay so, I'm gonna come out and say he would dislike Gantlos' powers for the same reason Gantlos would dislike his, sort of. It's not his tempo and he's very light on his feet, tries to stomp and might break his leg. Not ideal. I'm gonna come out a second time to add shapeshifting to his 'no' list as well. He likes his powers a bit more uhhh normal. Let's put it like that.

Give him Ogron's powers. PUT HIM IN CHARGE. The audacity of me to go "he likes his powers normal" and then give him this wow. Anyway, I think that out of everyone, he'd handle them best. Quick thinker, a straightforward plan enthusiast, what more could you need? The major downside of it is of course that his own powers don't allow for as much different use as Ogron's do, but that'd be a good thing. I believe in him. He's level-headed enough for it to not get to him, if that makes sense?

『 DUMAN 』

I think he'd be upset with any power that's not his, honestly, also like a majority of the powers, if not all, would genuinely drive him insane and I'm not sure if I mean that affectionately. Gantlos' seismic bs and super strength? Suddenly develops some very serious anger issues. Or enhances the ones he already has, depending on how you view him. Goes clap clap and stomp stomp for funsies, throws cars, experiences the most unhinged tantrum known to man and makes people explode. Probably wouldn't do too well with Ogron's powers either, the general population, I mean. COMPLETELY loses the plot. Being able to pretty much copy any power simply cannot be good for him. Not to dunk on my boy and say he has power hungry hysteria potential. But. Yes I will say that.

Least offending option? Anagan's speed. Final answer. Since he's already pretty physical in his combat style, y'know? It'd be a bigger challenge for him to dress in a way that allows for mobility than it is to figure out how to work with super speed. Might turn into a speedy meat grinder, but just put a leash on him or something, easiest power to keep him in check with probably. Hopefully.

To summarize:

Give Ogron Gantlos' powers, Gantlos gets Duman's, Anagan gets Ogron's and Duman gets Anagan's. That is best case scenario, least problems for everyone. Worst case scenario though? There's some overlap so unless multiple people can get Anagan's, there isn't really a worst. His powers are not popular, poor guy. No actually, the WORST scenario is the one where Duman gets all.

Crazy how the original Trix ask was mine?? Go figure lmao.

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tdalejandro · 6 months

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Total Drama 9/11 2

This episode occurs in an alternate universe where Sierra was placed as a villain, and thus Alejandro was placed on the Heroes. But without Scott to bump into him, Alejandro is still in the robot. This episode takes the space of Moon Madness because I don't like it.

Heroes:

Zoey

Mike

Duncan

Cameron

Alejandro/Robot

Villains:

Gwen

Heather

Courtney

Sierra

Scott

"Alright campers, it's 9/11, and you know what that means!" Chris announces.

"What DOES it mean, Chris? Do you want us to crash planes into buildings for your stupid challenge, or something?" Heather asks, flailing her arms.

Chris stares blankly. 'Uhm, yes? Was that not clear?"

Heather stands, stunned.

"Today's episode is a homage to Season 2's 'Master of Disaster' challenge! Except this time, instead of natural disasters, they're manmade. And you're the man making them!" Chris continues. "In your teams, you will need to decide who will pilot the planes into those two towers!" Chris gestures to two cardboard cutouts emerging in Lake Wawanakwa, with an uncanny resemblance to the World Trade Centre towers that once stood mighty in a time long past.

"Easy. I'll do it." Duncan volunteers for the Heroes.

Zoey hesitates a bit, before cautiously putting her hand on Duncan's shoulder, which alarms him until he realizes who is approaching him.

"Are you sure the Robot shouldn't do it? I mean, it's not got a conscience... It's better it than you," Zoey says, with a tiny of worry.

Behind her, the faceless robot emits some sense of sadness. It's an indescribable feeling, like the sense you're being followed.

"Fat chance! I'm not being upstaged by scrap metal. Besides, its wheels couldn't accelerate on the pedals." Duncan bites back. "Besides, wouldn't want you doing it. You still need to work things out with Mike, and that means he's also out." He puts his hand on her hand that rests on his shoulder, and removed it with a smile.

"Yeah." Zoey replies. "Mike."

---

Zoey: Look, I still love Mike, but I feel like I've lost him the past few days. I feel like he's a completely different person. And Cam can't figure it out... What's a girl to do.

---

On the Villains team, there is surprisingly not as many volunteers. That is until you remember that any volunteer is volunteering to die.

"I can't do it! I'm going to be studying pre-law after summer! I've got a whole career ahead of me," Courtney hisses.

"Makes a difference from your whole shtick being a CIT, doesn't it! And why should it be me?" Heather bites.

Scott stands sheepishly, with conflicted emotions regarding both women.

"Did I say it needed to be you? Why not Gwen?" Courtney responds. "I mean, she's so self-destructive, you may as well do some good and destroy something for the good of all of us."

Gwen swallows and stands firm.

"No, I'm not doing it." Gwen confirms.

"And why not?" Heather asks.

"Because Sierra is doing it." Gwen replies.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! Because I've not. What I mean is she's more of an asset of you, she knows the game, all you know is how to be a goth, sooo..." Heather says, feeling heated.

"Heh, thanks Heath..." Sierra shrugs.

"True, but you're forgetting one thing. She's exploded at point blank range of a plane once before. She did it, she survived it, we know for sure she won't die." Gwen responds. "And Sierra, this can bring your Total Drama experience full circle! This is how you can redeem yourself. You lost your chance of a million dollars and left Cody against the evil Alejandro and Heather all alone. But if you do this? Cody will for sure forgive you! It's the least you could do for him. I mean, if you didn't blow up the plane, he wouldn't have been ate by a shark, he might've even won the season!"

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Gwen: Okay, that was evil. But it feels so good.

Sierra looks at the ground, then looks up. "Fine, I'll do it."

Sierra straps herself into the plane. Heather approaches with a sad luck.

"You don't need to do this."

"I know, but I'll survive. Chris is too cheap to buy jet fuel that'll melt steel beams."

Heather laughs. "See you on landing."

Duncan sits proudly in the plane, as Zoey approaches him.

"If Sierra can survive, so can you." Zoey reassures Duncan.

Duncan looks panicked. "It's not dying that scares me. It's losing you."

Zoey stares in shock. She pauses. "No. I need to think of Mike," she says, as she looks over towards Mal, who she is still unaware of. He is staring at the Villains team. "Even if he doesn't care about me..."

Duncan sits silently. "This is why I stepped up."

Mal, oblivious to Zoey and Duncan's conversation, notices it's Sierra of all people getting into the fighter jet.

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Mal: Look, I don't do emotions. But I feel a kinship with Sierra. I feel like I can guide her through the darkness. She's capable of pure evil and I know it's not being nurtured on the villains team. This is why I need her in the merge. This is why I need her to stay on the ground.

---

Mal approaches Sierra's vehicle, trying to impersonate Mike. "Hey Sierra! Hope you have a great flight. Stay safe!"

Sierra raises her eyebrows. "Uh, yeah. I have everyone's records. I know you're not Mike."

"Uh, what are you on about? It's me!"

"Sure thing, Malvin."

"Don't call me that."

Sierra shrugs. "Okay, Mal. What do you want?'

"You have great potential to be a villain. You know everything about everyone and you're not embracing it! Join me in an alliance. Don't risk your life for your pathetic team. They're fake villains." Mal responds.

Sierra looks him up and down. "Yeah, no."

Mal facepalms, and begrudgingly gives her a mixtape.

"What's this?" Sierra asks.

"I wanted to give you this at merge, but there's a possibility you'll die today. So, here's some songs that make me think of you." Mal responds.

"You barely know me."

"But I understand you."

Sierra feels her chest flutter for a fleeting moment, and puts it in the cassette player of the plane.

"It better have Heathers on it." Sierra says, as she closes the window.

"What the fuck is a Heathers," Mal deflects.

"Ready... Set... Go!" Chris shouts. Sierra and Duncan race off at top speeds. Everyone realizes they could've sent their peers to their deaths. Chris is loving every second of this fucked up situation.

"It's neck and neck, who will win?! The first to hit a tower WINS!" Chris commentates.

Duncan's face is one that is hard to read. Anger, regret, sadness.

Sierra forgets she's actually competing, this is just second nature to her. However, she is curious about the mixtape.

She presses play.

"Can't we be Seventeen?

Is that so hard to do?

If you could let me in

I could be good with you."

Sierra tears up, and sings along.

"People hurt us, or they vanish

And you're right, that really blows

But we let go,

Take a deep breath

and go buy some summer clothes.

We'll go camping, play some poker

And we'll eat some chili fries

Maybe prom night

Maybe dancing,"

And with all her remaining energy, she sings the final otes perfectly, and accelerates at top speed towards the tower, overtaking Duncan:

"don't stop looking in my eyes, YOOOUUURRRRRR EEEEEYYYYYYEEEE-"

Sierra's plane hits the gap between the fake towers.

Boom.

The explosion is uneventful.

"I lined it with THAT much gunpowder for such an abysmal showing?"

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Screamed Courtney.

"Yeah, we couldn't use actual buildings so we just used gunpowder to replicate the explosion." Chris shrugs.

Cameron looks through his binoculars. "Uh guys, I can't see her. I think she was incinerated."

"Yeah, her headset's cut out. She's a goner." Chris says apathetically.

Mal looks on, upset, both fists clenched.

Despite the towers being smithereens, Duncan accelerates on, straight through the cloud of black smoke and Sierra's ashes.

"Uhm, Duncan, you can turn back. The challenge is done. You lost." Chris says through his mic.

"BEAT IT GRANDPA! This is over when I say it's over." And with that, Duncan flew off into the distance.

Chris listened in to his headset for an hour, until eventually he hears a large crashing sound before radio silence. "I guess that's Duncan out."

Zoey bursts out crying hysterically. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" She collapsed to the ground, shaking, and painting the dead grass of Wawanakwa black from her runny eyeliner.

"Mike, aren't you gonna help her? ... Mike?" Cameron asks, unable to find Mal.

"Hey, Chris. The helicopter's missing." Chef prods Chris.

"Meh, we'll just scrap in the robot and use the funds and remaining budget for a new one." Chris responds.

"But that's not it, there was also this not-"

Suddenly, there's loud static from Chris' headset.

"This is Radio 7, broadcasting on all channels. A helicopter has hit the One World Trade Center, I repeat a helicopter has hit the One World Trade Center on the anniversary of 9/11."

"What was it?" Gwen asks.

"Oh, just 9/11 2." Chris reads the note. "I have no fucking idea what this means."

The note, written in red ink, says, "Our Love is God."

Epilogue:

Mal died. He flew the helicopter into the One World Trade Center. Everyone else is so confused why "Mike" would have done this. But not Sierra.

Sierra would've understood Mal's actions.

Total Drama All-Stars was cancelled not long after this. Camp Wawanakwa was used for therapy and relaxation by past Total Drama characters affected by the loss of Sierra, with many cast members staying in the hotel and Plays Des Losers.

In a room at the end of the corridor, a red-headed girl cries.

A red-headed boy knocks on the door.

"... Zoey. You need to get out." Scott enters.

"Why should I? Everyone I love dies." Zoey replies.

"Well, do you love me?" Scott asks.

Zoey bites her lip. "No."

"Well then, I can stay. I won't die, and you don't need to be alone." Scott sits next to her bed, which she is sat upon.

"Why do you care?" Zoey bites.

Scott looks to the floor, plucking the carpet. "Because I've lost everything once before. And it felt awful. And I think I could try and help you from going to the dark places I went."

"You're talking about the trauma chair, aren't you?" Zoey asks.

"Honestly? Yeah."

"See, everyone around me gets hurt."

"and yet I'm here."

Zoey looks at him for a moment. His profile illuminated by the corridor lighting. She forgot what he looked like, or people in general. It's been weeks since she's seen anyone.

"You really do care," Zoey gasps, and leans in for a kiss.

Scott is flabbergasted, but holds her closely and returns the kiss.

"I've always been so scared to tell you how I feel," Scott replies. "But I know things are very intense. So I'm gonna give you space."

"You're a bad boy just like Duncan. And you forgave me and look past all my flaws just like Mike. If I date you, it's like I'm dating Mike and Duncan!"

Scott's face dropped.

"You know where to find us, Zoey." With that, Scott stands up, leaves the room, closes it, and cries.

Zoey stares into the darkness. But it's okay, at least the person she hurt this time lived to tell the tale again.

But there's worse games to play.

I love the heatherra scraps. But of course it's malerra. You can't talk about 9/11 without talking about malerra. Anon, this was beautiful. From the malerra and doey into the drama and the sadness. I cried. I cried when Sierra died. And Mal's mixtape for her. My god. And then the scoey ending...

#ask #anon #total drama

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johaerys-writes · 7 months

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Hello. So, yes, hey there. Hello again. Speechless at that last chapter (damn). Wholesome. So awkward too. And amazing.

So lol, finally didn't do something and still got caught! And a tiny kiss, at least (the understatement of the year, "tiny kiss").

I can't with Patroclus still expecting Peleus to explode, poor thing won't forget. Expecting him to shout, to beat him up, something, and while the silence is unsettling, him waiting for that is depressing.

I don't know if it was intentional, it probably was, but it was kinda like Achilles was expecting Pat to say he loved him too?? Or did i totally misinterpret it? Because ngl, i too was expecting it so it may be that, but just. "Thanks"??

I'm sorry if this was just an uncalled-for ramble in your askbox, feel free to ignore it. I just. It was a rollercoaster of a chapter, i love how the story is going and i also love your way of writing them <3.

Aksbaja omg HI YES THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!! I'm so glad you liked this chapter, I hope you don't mind if I ramble a little in response :)))

Spoilers for Ch.13 of you're a walking disaster and yet- ahead!!

That was a kiss indeed 😂 I think Achilles is a "go big or go home" person LOL so he wouldn't just settle with a tiny kiss. He had to have the whole experience. Or as much as he could before they were interrupted in any case akzhaqhs

Patroclus' feelings regarding Peleus (his current father figure) and his own father are kind of complicated and they make me really emotional ngl :')) Like, he’s still so scared that at some point he'll do something so terrible that Peleus will get really mad at him and kick him out of the house, the same way Menoetius kicked him out of his. That fear has never left him, and also!!! I think seeing Peleus, who is usually so calm and pleasant, get into such heated fights with Thetis rattled him more than he’s admitted to himself because of the memories it brought up for him: his father getting angry and abusing both him and Philomela. And while Peleus, even though he's a largely checked out parent, would never physically hurt him or Achilles, the silent treatment he’s giving them is its own kind of abuse which is sadly very prevalent in so many families. So yeah things aren't great right now honestly!!!!

Ahaha Achilles was totally expecting Patroclus to say "I love you" back to him, or at least some kind of acknowledgement of his feelings. Like he’s going ALL OUT and being brave and trying to make Pat understand, or at least test the waters, and Pat is like "in a totally friendly way right? Like bros right?" 😂 He just doesn't want to get it!!!!!

But also like. They've both grown up in households where people don't really say stuff like "I love you" or "you mean so much to me" (other than Pat's mom maybe) so like Pat is so taken aback in that moment that he can’t really think of a cohesive answer that doesn't suck LMAO so his mind is just "fuck fuck FUCK" 😂 They're both like.... so incredibly devoted and loyal, they're each other’s ride or die in everything, like Patroclus literally faced one of his greatest fears of getting into trouble and having people be displeased with him just so Achilles wouldn't be alone, but they're both so so awkward about feelings. (It's kind of a cultural thing as well, I think. Showing care with actions rather than words) They're both trying so hard though :') I love them so

I have SO MUCH TO SAY about them akshsa I simply can't shut up 😂 Thank you reading and your kind words, I hope you continue to enjoy!!

#patrochilles #disasters!patchilles that is lol #they give me so many feelings. they make me insane #modern au #jo answers

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here-to-cause-suffering · 1 year

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tell me what grounded!tko's deal is in this au like does he have any cool powers *looking*

Actually no! Quite the opposite, unfortunately 😔 Well, kind of. If you count the uncontrollable exploding!

Gonna start this by saying the au is based off the game Grounded, which is incredibly fun to play, especially with friends. (This is important and I'll get back to this later, but spoilers for that)

So in short, during Dark Plaza, PKO, Rad, End and Dendy got depowered and that lead to them being kidnapped, shrunk and thrown into Boxmore backyard basically. TKO was very much there for that!

After a while he gains a few mutations though! These are all ones based off the game, but this results in him being a physical disaster— KO, Dendy, Rad and Enid are as well, but I haven't quite figured out everyone's mutations yet, though they'd all have Reliable Friend (that just allows you to revive people faster!)

The most important ones for TKO are Truffle Tussle, Mithardism and Mom Genes!

Mom Genes is a mutation you get after defeating The Broodmother, and it's an incredibly useful mutation that recently just got a huge boost! In context of the au, it messed him up pretty severely, giving him the extra eyes, along with changing his vocal chords to allow his screams to summon spiders (I like to imagine spiders just crawling out of his pockets because it's just funny) and making his bites venomous (but not fatal!)

Truffle Tussle is received after defeating a Infected Ladybug boss in the Haze Lab, so he doesn't receive this mutation for a WHILEE, like I'm talking months. Essentially, the fungus from the Haze has infected him (and KO!) causing their punches to sometimes just uncontrollably explode, as well as a few other unpleasant side affects. Truffle Tussle is also why the extra eyes are spirally and purple! (The implications of this are pretty brutal but I won't get into that right now)

Mithardism is received after killing a bunch of Wolf Spiders, in his case, fifteen. It's basically a resistance to almost any toxins, including allergens, but not venom, making them basically do nothing to KO or TKO. At most making them only mildly sick.

His armor also provides some help, providing an extra poison coating, both a good deterrent for bugs who might want to eat him but also doing serious damage by helping provide a poison coating.

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I have so much about this and I'm not even finished making the au they're such funky children I love them

second edit:

ALSO ALSO YES HE GETS TO CHILL AND GET ALONG WITH PEOPLE AND STOPS BEING TREATED LIKE SHIT I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT

FUN FACT: RAD AND ENID HELP HIM GET THE MATERIALS TO PAINT HIS ARMOR SO HES WEARING THE COLORS HE LIKES

#i got a bit carried away #hes funny i love him hes a good boy #i hope i explaiend this well enough #ok ko #ok ko au #grounded!tko

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friedcowboypeachpurse · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes With Paani,Kwazii,Tweak,And Captain Barnacles And Peso.

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Paani : Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions.

Tweak: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.

Captain Barnacles : Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?

Kwazii: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.

- - -

Captain Barnacles: It’s time to turn this into a real business.

Tweak: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes?

Kwazii: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes?

Paani: I handle our accounting.

- - -

Kwazii: I feel like everyone on this island is suspicious, Paani. Except you!

Paani: But Kwazii, I think you're suspicious!

Kwazii: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

- - -

Kwazii: The time to act is now.

Kwazii: Wink, wink.

Paani : Don't say "wink wink". Just wink.

Kwazii: Oh, sorry.

Kwazii: Wink.

- - -

Kwazii , watching power lines fall down: , Paani ! The town is exploding and it's very pretty!

- - -

Paani : Damn, Tweak, are you secretly cool?

Tweak: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider the mathematician, Carl Friedrich Gauss, cool.

Paani : I do not.

- - -

Paani: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Peso: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Tweak: Drunk.

Kwazii: Wasted.

Captain Barnacles: Dead.

- - -

Captain Barnacles: I just want someone to take me out.

Paani: On a date?

Kwazii: With a sniper gun?

Tweak: Both if you're not a coward.

- - -

Paani : *Gives a bouquet to Kwazii*

Kwazii: You know I'm allergic.

Paani : That's the point.

- - -

Captain Barnacles : Didn't you die?!

Tweak: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

- - -

Tweak: The first time I ever got upset in front of Kwazii , they put their arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask them if they were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

Kwazii : I was doing both, for your information.

Paani: The first time Kwazii hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

- - -

Tweak: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now.

Captain Barnacles: Uh, Kwazii and Paani are not getting along.

Tweak: They’re not trying to kill each other.

Captain Barnacles: You may have a point.

- - -

Tweak: War is heck!

- - -

Tweak: Kwazii's first detention, I'm so proud.

Paani: Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention?

Captain Barnacles : Because they're an idiot.

Peso, terrified: They can do that?

- - -

Tweak: What’s up with Kwazii? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Captain Barnacles: They're just a little overwhelmed.

Tweak: Why?

Captain Barnacles: Paani smiled at them.

- - -

Paani : *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?

Kwazii: Yes?

Paani : We’re in too deep.

- - -

Tweak: They... well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff?

Kwazii: Um, murder???

Paani: Adventuring!

Captain Barnacles: Tuesday.

- - -

Peso: Good morning.

Captain Barnacles: Good morning.

Paani : Good morning.

Tweak: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Kwazii: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

- - -

Tweak: You have friends and I envy that.

Paani : You're welcome to share my friends.

Tweak: *looks at Captain Barnacles and Kwazii*

Tweak: I don't want those.

- - -

Kwazii: Alright, which one of us is gonna check outside?

Tweak: Not it!

Captain Barnacles: Not it!

Kwazii: ...Neither one of you are as dumb as you lead on to be.

- - -

Kwazii: ARE YOU-

Paani : Fucking.

Kwazii: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Paani : Fucking.

Kwazii: IDIOT!

Captain Barnacles: …What was that?

Paani : Tweak banned Kwazii from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

- - -

Paani: You three, explain right now!

Captain Barnacles: It was Kwazii.

Tweak: It was Kwazii.

Peso: It was Kwazii.

Kwazii:

Kwazii: …fuck..

- - -

Tweak: How late were you up last night?

Captain Barnacles & Paani, in tandem: Me?

Tweak: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time.

Tweak, to Kwazii: You.

- - -

Peso: Uh, Tweak? Kwazii is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof.

Tweak: What?

Paani: I think Peso meant, Kwazii is drowning.

Tweak: WHAT?!

*Meanwhile*

Kwazii: *is drowning*

Captain Barnacles: OH MY GOD, Kwazii! KEEP SWIMMING!

Kwazii: I can't swim, dumbass— *sinks*

Captain Barnacles: Kwazii!

- - -

Tweak: Why is Kwazii crying on the floor?

Captain Barnacles: They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Tweak: And?

Captain Barnacles: They got Paani

- - -

Tweak: I'm cold.

Paani: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Kwazii: I'm cold.

Captain Barnacles: I can't control the weather, Kwazii

- - -

Peso: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?

Captain Barnacles: IT.

Paani: Annabelle.

Tweak: Paranormal Activity.

Kwazii: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.

- - -

Captain Barnacles: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Peso: It was Kwazii.

Paani : It was Kwazii.

Tweak: Kwazii broke it.

Kwazii:

Kwazii: ...yOU PROMISED-

- - -

Paani: Time for plan G.

Tweak: Don’t you mean plan B?

Paani: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Captain Barnacles : What about plan D?

Paani: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Kwazii: What about plan E?

Paani: I’m hoping not to use it. Peso dies in plan E.

Peso: I like plan E.

- - -

Paani: You know, Tweak gives Captain Barnacles flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.

Kwazii: Okay.

*Later*

Kwazii: *gives Captain Barnacles flowers*

Captain Barnacles: ???

Kwazii: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

- - -

Kwazii: Your smile? It makes my day.

Tweak: Your happiness? I live for that.

Captain Barnacles: A room? Get one.

Paani: Hotel? Trivago.

- - -

Paani : We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city.

Captain Barnacles : Well, that was entirely predictable.

Paani : One of them punched a gang member.

Captain Barnacles : Kwazii?

Paani : Tweak, actually.

Captain Barnacles : Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

- - -

Paani: Are we really going to let Captain Barnacles keep Kwazii?

Peso: We kept Tweak.

- - -

Tweak: What's the worst thing you guys have done?

Peso: Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade.

Paani: I kicked Kwazii in the shin-

Kwazii: -So I kicked Paani between the legs.

Captain Barnacles: I burned a town down.

Tweak: What?!

Kwazii: What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Captain Barnacles: A lot of things.

Paani: No shit.

- - -

Tweak: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Captain Barnacles: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Kwazii: Three of us saw it, Captain Barnacles. How do you explain that?

Captain Barnacles: *points at Peso* Sleep deprivation. *points at Kwazii* Paranoia. *points at Paani* Delusional personality disorder.

- - -

Captain Barnacles: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Peso: It was Kwazii.

Paani : It was Kwazii.

Tweak: Kwazii broke it.

Kwazii:

Kwazii: ...yOU PROMISED-

- - -

#Paani #Tweak #Captain Barnacles #Kwazii #Octonauts #peso

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monkifuraibo · 1 year

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Having been so focused on trying to say what he'd come to Renji to say, Shuuhei only becomes fully aware that they've arrived at their lunch spot after he's gotten to the crux of the matter. At which point he quickly sits down even as Renji gapes at him, the proverbial bomb having dropped and exploded.

"Everything?" he echoes, both to stall and to point out the obvious that he's certain his friend won't actually want to know everything about this shocking development. As he turns over descriptions of the key turning points in his mind, he realizes that, if said out loud, the whole thing will probably sound like a disaster. But, all things considered, Renji has probably heard worse accounts from him in the past, right?

At that moment, Renji's comment about Shuuhei's relationship preferences can only make him chuckle wryly. "Well… I wasn't, before this, so you're not wrong." Then, he tries to find a place to start.

"I was in a bad way, after…" Tousen's death. "I… it was pretty stupid and reckless of me, but I more or less threw myself at Muguruma-taichou to see what would happen." He shrugs. "Things happened. It wasn't an exclusive relationship at first, but then he asked to make it one. We both took our damn time to sort out our own feelings beyond just the physical side, let alone admit those feelings to each other, but… here we are."

When the round of drink arrives, Shuuhei gratefully takes a sip of his. They don't call it liquid courage for nothing. "I'm simultaneously jubilant and terrified."

--- He turns it over in his mind a couple of times. Muguruma and Shuuhei, Shuuhei and Muguruma.. It is, as far as Renji can judge, not a terrible fit, but his knowledge of the ninth division's captain is, admittedly, rather limited. Still, as with any captain-lieutenant relationship { and he should know, shouldn't he? } there was a power imbalance there, and, for some reason, he had a feeling Muguruma was the kind to use it. He hopes he is wrong in that, because he does know Shuuhei, and Shuuhei is... Soft-hearted, in a way. He'll do anything to please, and has trouble standing up for himself, so a strong personality like Muguruma could easily waltz all over him..

He laughs as Shuuhei sounds so incredibly incredulous about his request. "Well, not everything everything! Just, yanno.. The whole 'how'd it happen' thing!" He listens intently when Shuuhei recounts it, though he has a feeling he leaves quite some space inbetween. Renji is baffled by how similar their situations have been. And still are, it dawns on him. A relaxed smile curves his lips. "Heh, I really can't imagine Muguruma-taichou confessin' feelings, 'm happy for ya." It really is nice.. To see Shuuhei.. A little more settled. His confession that he was 'in a bad way' after Tousen-taichou was nothing short of an understatement, after all.

He watches Shuuhei make grateful use of the drink in front of him, and follows suit, though he is decidedly more at ease. Then, he lays out his findings. "'s nice ta talk 'bout this with someone else. We're in th'same boat yanno. Both datin' nobles while we're.. Well.. Very much not. An' both trynna balance work and private 'cause they're our captains!" Their captains may even have somewhat similar personalities. Muguruma always seemed similarly stoic to Renji, even if he might also be just a bit more inflammable.

He snickers at Shuuhei's last words, "Jubilant.. ya've always had such a way with words, Shuuhei.." He's got a leg up with the nobility there, he supposes, compared to Renji.

"So.. What's his family think?" Because the Kuchikis.. Well, they had accepted him { through Byakuya's pure force of will }, but they did not respect him, and they certainly did not think he and Byakuya would last, viewing him much more as simple another rebellious whim of Byakuya's that will pass sooner rather than later. He wondered if it was the same with the Muguruma family.

#kazeshinigami #renji is very :DDDD #omg we can talk about everything together !!#byakuya somewhere: hmm i just got a chill #;; what spring does to the cherrytrees { byaren }

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reds-ramblings · 2 years

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Apple Doesn't Fall Far - Part 9

Marabella's P.O.V.

The sound of laughter coming from downstairs wakes me up. I look at the clock and it's just before 8 am. Seriously? As I make my way down the stairs I hear Gracie giggling and Jay yelling. What in the world are those two doing I wonder. I enter the kitchen to see an absolute disaster. There is flour everywhere. It's all over the counter, the floor, and even in Grace's hair.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask causing them both to jump and turn around.

"He did it!"

"She did it!" They say at the same time and pointing at each other.

"Really Jay, how old are you?" I ask rolling my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest, and leaning against the doorframe.

"Umm 37?" He says as if he's unsure of the answer to the question.

"More like seven." I say laughing. "Do I even want to know what you guys were doing?

"Well, what happened was Gracie woke me up saying she wanted pancakes and I wasn't entirely sure how to make pancakes so..."

"Pancakes? You destroyed my kitchen over pancakes?"

"Well it would appear that way but I promise it's not entirely our fault the flour just kind of exploded on its own." He says making Gracie bust out laughing.

"Oh really?" I say walking over to the sink and wetting two dishcloths. "I guess it can clean itself too right?" I toss one to each of them and lean back against the since watching them. After seeing how happy this has made Gracie I could never be mad but I'm not going to tell them that. I see them making faces at each other as if they are trying to talk without actually saying words. As I'm trying to make out what they're saying to each other Gracie grabs the bowl off the center island and tosses all of the contents right at me covering me in flour then high fives Jake.

"Wow, you really just went there didn't you?" I say dryly pretending to be mad. I turn the water on in the sink and grab the sprayer. The kitchen is already a mess so why not? I turn around spraying both of them with water. This causes Gracie to squeal and Jake to run around the kitchen trying to avoid the water. I finally stop and laugh at both of them soaking wet. Jake walks around the island and comes over to me. He puts a hand on the sink on either side of me and leans in so close our faces are almost touching making my heart do a flip.

"That wasn't very nice MC." He says.

"Oh really? Neither was destroying my kitchen and getting your daughter to throw flour at me." I smirk.

"Oh, so she's my daughter when she's in trouble?" He asks.

"Yes," I nod "my daughter is a perfect angel yours is an absolute terror."

"Oh is that so?" His green eyes stare into mine as he smiles and reaches up and pushes a strand of hair out of my face. For a moment it looks as though he may kiss me but as soon as Gracie grabs the sprayer out of my hand I know it was just a distraction. She sprays the water right at my face causing me to jump off the counter and hide behind Jake. He turns and wraps his arms around me pulling me back in front of him. Gracie takes this opportunity to completely soak my back with water causing me to squirm in his arms.

"You started this." He whispers softly in my ear causing goosebumps.

"No, Gracie stated it." I squeal.

"And she gets to finish it." He says right as a burst of water hits him in the face. "Ok enough." He says in his best dad voice and she stops. Honestly, I'm impressed. He's been a dad for a day and he's already got the dad voice down.

"Well, I was going to offer to cook breakfast while you guys got cleaned up but not now that I need a shower." I say pulling out of Jake's hold.

"Go take a shower we'll clean up our mess." He says.

As I walk up the stairs I hear Jake and Gracie laughing as they clean the kitchen. I can't help but wonder what life would be like if I hadn't run away. Would we still be together? Would every day be filled with such happiness and laughter for Gracie? What about earlier? I thought he was going to kiss me and honestly, I don't think I would have been upset about it. I step into the bathroom and peel off my wet flour coated clothes. I turn on the shower and step in letting the water run over me. As the water pours over me I begin to think of all the what-ifs and what could have been. I think of all the decisions I've made up until this point. I push aside the feelings I felt earlier. I grab the shampoo bottle and begin to lather my hair. I can't fall for him again. I can't fall for someone who's never going to fall for me. That ship sailed long ago and now all we can ever be is co-parents to this amazing child we created. After washing my body and just standing under the water for what feels like hours I finally turn off the shower and step out. Jake and MC are over today we start a new beginning as Jay and Marabella. I quickly put on fresh clothes and head downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen and over to the coffee maker to pour myself a cup. I spot Jay and Grace sitting at the kitchen island eating both of them and the kitchen is spotless as if nothing ever happened. There are plates of eggs, bacon sausage, and pancakes. I smile at Jay.

"I see you figured out the pancakes." I tease.

"Yes, turns out it's not that hard. You know when the ingredients cooperate."

"Hmm, I guess so," I say leaning on the island and grabbing a piece of bacon off the plate and taking a bite. "Not bad, it's actually edible."

"Sit and eat with us." Gracie says.

"Well if you insist." I pull up a stool and make myself a plate.

"Did you know I have cousins in Germany?" Gracie asks.

"I do. Jay told me about them a few weeks ago."

"I really want to go visit and meet them sometime." She says.

"I think that would be nice, at some point in the future." I say to her.

"Actually, I'm going back to Duskwood this week I'd love for Gracie to join if you would allow it." Jay says making Gracie get excited.

"Absolutely not. I haven't got to spend any time with you this summer." I tell her. "You spent the last five weeks in East View and now that you're back you expect me to just get you a plane ticket to Germany so you can leave again?"

"I don't expect you to just let her go. You can come too. I'm sure Hannah, Lily, and everyone else would love to see you." Jay says.

"I have work. I'm not sure I can just take off with such short notice." I tell them.

"Speaking of the devil." Jay says pulling his phone out of his pocket and putting it to his ear.

"Hey, Hannah... yeah, I'm actually still here. Gracie wanted me to spend the night... here let me put you on speakerphone." He says laying the phone down on the counter and pressing the button.

"Hello MC." Hannah says making me cringe at the name. It's different when he says it but I can't stand for anyone to call me that.

"It's Marabella." Jay corrects her.

"Hey, Hannah." I say into the phone. "You can call me Mara for short."

"Hey, Mara." She says back.

"Hey, Hannah!" Gracie screams into the phone.

"You must be little Hannah! I can't wait to meet you." Hannah says.

"We were just trying to talk mom into letting me come to visit when dad comes this week."

"Oh, that would be great! Jessy is going to be in town this week too. It would be the perfect reunion!"

"I'll have to see if I'm able to get off work. I'm not going to make any promises." I tell them which makes Gracie bounce up and down in her seat and clap her hands.

"Alright well I just wanted to see how things went I'll let you get back to your visit."

"Bye Hannah!" We all say in unison and Jay hangs up the phone.

"Oh, I almost forgot I got good news." He says looking at me. "I got the permanent teaching position at East View."

"Congratulations!" I say breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yay! We're moving to East View!" Gracie shouts out causing us both to look at her funny.

"Absolutely not. Just because Jay lives there that does not mean we are moving there." I tell her causing her to frown.

"But you moved here from East View you can move back! Plus you have Grandma there too." She protests.

"Gracie it's not the same. I wasn't really leaving anything behind when I moved here." I say.

"Yeah, nothing important." Jay mumbles and gets up to put his dishes in the sink.

"Fuck." I just realized what I said. "Jay, I didn't mean it like that."

"No, I get it." He says and I can tell what I said hurt him.

"When I moved here I had an apartment with a lease that was almost up and a job I didn't care anything about. Here you have school, I have not one but two jobs I love and we have this house. It's not as easy to just up and move now. You will still get to spend time with Jay. He can come every weekend if he wants and we can even go visit him." I tell Gracie.

"It's only three hours how about I move here and just commute to school." He says trying to reassure Gracie.

"Jay, that's six hours on the road a day you can't do that." I tell him.

"Maybe I can get a place somewhere in the middle that way it's not that long of a drive here or to school."

"Jay, I have no intentions of ever keeping Gracie from you so please don't feel like you have to be right here to be in her life," I say feeling bad about the situation.

"I know but I've already missed so much that I don't want to miss anymore if possible." He turns to Gracie. "I'll start looking for a place as soon as we get back from Duskwood and you can even help me pick it out." He says sounding so sure this Duskwood is going to happen.

#duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #iamjake #duskwoodfanfic #jake duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood community #duskwood jake x mc #everbyte duskwood #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fandom #duskwood family #Apple Doesn't Fall Far

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quietwingsinthesky · 1 year

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hi will!!!! can I get uh. ruby & my main man bones mccoy for the character thingy???

absolutely absolutely and you know let's just. pretend i answered this in a timely manner. definitely.

i do think that for the wait you've earned both! (and i want to talk about both so :3)

Ruby

Sexuality Headcanon: It's funny, I don't usually have a set sexuality for any character right up until the moment I'm asked, at which point I receive visions from beyond my understanding that inform me of the truth. and the visions said she's a bisexual lesbian.

OTP: local idiot forced to choose between samruby and annaruby, 69 injured, 420 dead

BroTP: I actually love dean & ruby's weird combative vibes. i love when she saves his life in Malleus Maleficarum, and he immediately gets all huffy about it ("It's called witchcraft, short bus." "You're the short bus … short bus." AFTER SHE'S ALREADY LEFT SKLAJSLDKJALSD) i love the few moments we get where they aren't at each other's throats, but also i do love when they're both so unnecessarily mean to each other like girls. girls, you're on the same side. it's so funny. and the fact that they have the same speech patterns. if you locked them in a room together for a week and they didn't kill each other, they'd come out speaking a pop culture language they invented together that no one but them and sam can understand.

NoTP: i don't think i have one for her? uh. bobby/ruby. sure.

First headcanon that pops into my head: from what i remember, what we know about Ruby is a) she was human once, b) during that time, she was a witch, and c) this was probably a pretty long time ago? let's say it was a long time ago for my purposes. anyway. salem witch trials ruby real. (also, additionally, ruby loved sam. she did. she really did. this was just Not A Good Thing.)

Favorite line from this character: yes yes she is the best of those sons of bitches but that entire speech is bitching. "You didn't need the feather to fly, you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo!" and obviously the lucifer parallel lines that drive me insane, "Because it had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you. You saved us. You set him free. And he's gonna be grateful. He's gonna repay you in ways that you can't even imagine." LIKE. OKAY. YEAH. SURE. IM FINE AND NORMAL ABOUT THIS.

One way in which I relate to this character: she is sooo. god i don't know the word for it, somewhere between determination and loyalty, and i don't know so much about 'relates to this' as i want to have some of that. yes, okay, the thing she was determined to do was start the apocalypse but. but. she did it, didn't she? and that's damn impressive. and i just need some of that energy to finish my chemistry homework.

Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: SamRuby sex scenes, but idk if that's so much second-hand embarassment as it is me averting my eyes like a scandalized victorian gentleman going 'oh dear lord, this is none of my business, i should not spy on them.' It's just. O-O they really went all in for those scenes huh. huh.

Cinnamon Roll or Problematic Fave: Problematic Fave and i love her for it.

McCoy:

Sexuality Headcanon: gay gay homosexual gay

OTP: Bones/a vacation (but if pushed, i will admit to being a pretty big fan of McSpirk. OT3s my beloved.)

BroTP: okay okay hear me out: bones and uhura. she's the language lady, and he's the guy who has about 700 different sayings all tucked away inside his head, and no way do they not get drunk together. asdfhgjljk her teaching him vulcan sayings that are almost equivalent to something he could come up with, just so that they can both see spock's muted confusion (which is practically him shouting "bones what the fuck are you saying to me.") and oh obviously they are the people closest to the eternal disaster that is the kirk & spock dynamic (romantic or otherwise) and if they don't bitch to each other about those idiots, they might explode.

NoTP: Bones/that salt monster from The Man Trap. but in all seriousness, I don't think I have one.

First headcanon that pops into my head: Spending a few years in space means that whenever they get their feet on solid land, he's happy for transport that's less likely to send them into the freezing void if handled wrong. He's happy about this, for all of the ten seconds he's fool enough to let Kirk drive. He is never getting in a car with that man again.

Favorite line from this character: Oh, the first one I can think of is from the hand-off from TOS to TNG (the thing they do every time a new show starts where a character from the last one makes an appearance, however small, to sort of... I don't know. Wish them luck.) Anyway, in Encounter at Farpoint, when he's talking to Data, he ends the scene by saying about the Enterprise-D, "This is a new ship, but she's got the right name. Now you remember that, you hear. You treat her like a lady, and she'll always bring you home." which. feelings. T-T

One way in which I related to this character: we are both southern and grumpy lmao

Thing that gives me second-hand embarrassment about this character: I honestly can't think of any? I think his general 'I do not give a fuck, this is my medbay and you're all going to do what I say' negates my ability to feel second-hand embarrassment from him.

Cinnamon Roll or Problematic Fave: Hm. I'm giving him cinnamon roll status, but he would Not like it.

#ask

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aregebidan · 3 years

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the nice one

Or: A small (1.6k) pile of angst featuring a darker take on the two eldest Feanorians, based on the popular fanon that Maglor is only known as “nice” because he’s good at propaganda and my own Discord Maglor headcanon.

tw: mentions of blood and torture

“Maglor?”

“Hmm?” he says, never taking his eyes off the worn parchment. The ink has smudged, the corners of the scroll damp and ragged from being carried through the battle, but the writing has somehow managed to survive both the clash of blades and the fell songs of the golden one. Now, safe in Himring, he must copy it down before some other danger strikes the precious notes.

The act also serves to calm him, drawing him into the familiar scratching rhythm of quill and ink, all delicate lines and quiet chords in the air that speak of peace safety honor. He is loath to separate himself from it, this piece of home, and so he does not make any further reply until his brother calls for him again: “Maglor.”

He should have noticed straight away: the way Maedhros stopped just outside the threshold of his new chamber instead of coming in, his awkward stance and slight shuffling, the fact that he called him by his Sindarin name instead of Kano or brother.

But it is past midnight, and they are both exhausted by the loss of the Gap, so he expects nothing out of the ordinary when he turns around and gives Maedhros his full attention. “What is it?”

Maedhros shifts, again, and he finally realizes something is wrong and puts down his quill. “Are they attacking us again?”

“No...”

“Well, then.” Maglor pitches his voice lower, tries to speak as clearly as possible. He hasn’t used his “King-Regent voice,” as the Ambarussa call it, in years, but he senses Maedhros needs someone else to be responsible now. “Tell me what you need me for.”

His brother fairly squirms. The only candle in the room flashes in Maedhros’ eyes, making him flinch, and Maglor reaches over to put it out, pulling back his hair with the other hand. Having it loose in the dark would bring back memories of... well. Suffice it to say it is not an option, especially on the bad days.

“We took some-” Maedhros’ jaw clenches, seemingly involuntarily. Maglor watches, concerned but strangely fascinated with this rare loss of control. For a moment he just looks like Maitimo-Nelyo again, frustrated with his brothers’ antics and able to express it.

That is, until the next words make it past his throat. “We took several of the orcs captive. I need you to make them talk.”

Maglor stills and glances up at his brother again, a tall shadow against the well-lit corridor outside. His brow is twisted in an emotion none would ever expect to see on a kinslayer, and it makes him look young again. Pity.

Make them talk. The others would not put it this way: they would say break them, or question them, or when Maedhros was away break them in, like a new weapon. But break him and question him further, then is what Thauron said in the pits of Angband, as far as Maglor could tell from his brother’s feverish sleep-talk in those dreadful few months after his rescue.

Maedhros, he realizes with a jolt, still considers himself to be in danger of becoming like his captors. The mental image slithers in- Maedhros standing over the orc prisoners, comparing himself to them, seeing some warped reflection of his stupid, beautiful self in them, avoiding the best decisions for their sake- and he is reaching for his swords before he knows it, pausing only at the stricken look on his brother’s face.

“Kano.”

Ah, it’s Kano now, is it, now that you have been reminded of what I am. He pulls back the words- even he has enough sense to keep that particular thought in his head- and smooths down his tunic as calmly as possible, if only to stop making fists.

“You may question them yourself, brother,” he says curtly. “You captured them, therefore they will fear you the more.”

Maedhros lets out a sudden, harsh laugh and takes a few more steps into the chamber. There you are, son of Fëanor. I have missed you. “You of all people should know that can easily be remedied.”

It hurts, how eager his heart becomes at these words. He shoves any more treacherous thoughts aside and lets some of this indignation into his next words, punctuating them with the kind of wild gesture that he thought he had left behind with the rest of his adolescence. “It is not my job to torture these prisoners at your beck and call-”

“So you admit it is torture?” Maedhros’ voice rises. “If you knew what this means for me, why in Arda would you want-”

“You have done plenty worse!”

“Nothing is worse to me.”

“They are the Dark One’s servants, not his foes- they are not as you are! I am trying to help you understand that, Nelyo-”

“And I,” Maedhros snaps, “am trying to do you a favor.”

Maglor freezes mid-gesture. Moonlight streams in through the window, showing the satisfaction and shame mingled on his brother’s face, and he has the absurd urge to slam the door shut, as if someone could be listening in on them at this hour.

“You go too far,” he whispers, hearing the terror in his own voice. It has been centuries since they agreed never to speak of this again; is Maedhros so sympathetic to his captives that he is ready to break his word to his own brother?

“I go this far because I am concerned for you, because you are not the only one who worries,” Maedhros retorts. “I have heard the tales of your fight with the golden beast.”

Maglor spits out a curse and ducks his head; the weight of Maedhros’ most disappointed stare is too much for any single elf to bear, oath-bound and insane or no. “They were not meant to tell you…”

“Your people spoke of darkness and sounds of death.” Maedhros advances in small, careful steps, aiming his words like the Ambarussa aim their arrows. “How long will it be until your veneer breaks again, brother? How many have you convinced that your false face is your true self, now? The kind one, the nice one, the soft one, the only one here with a conscience. What would they say if they could see you for yourself?”

Maglor finds that his eyes are suddenly stinging. “I do have a conscience.”

“And it only comes out at the worst possible moments.” The shadow of Nelyo comes into Maedhros’ face again as he reaches out to push back Maglor’s hair with his left hand, loving and brutally honest in equal measure. “I do not know much of what happened to you at Alqualondë, but I know that it pains you to keep it locked in after a battle. I do not want to see you hurt, brother. I cannot say that is the only reason I avoided speaking to the prisoners, but it is by far the most important.”

Ah, so they are getting to the heart of the matter now. Alqualondë.

Alqualondë, where he had used his music as a weapon for the first time, half mad with the ease with which his voice flowed, his darkest thoughts translating perfectly into the realm of sound. Alqualondë, where the bodies were piled high and the crimson color of the blood on his swords had matched the blood from his own throat, dry and torn up by the first battle-song he had ever dared bring to life.

They had all died and come back in some way during that first battle, but something else had come back with Makalaurë, something cruel and sharp-toothed and hungry that Maedhros couldn’t stand to come near in these first terrible months after Angamandi.

The Discord, he had called it, the song of the enemy. The very essence of him, carried on his own voice.

And Maglor, deep in denial, had built up his reputation, only to ruin it by facing the golden one.

He has to fight to keep himself in the present; the memories have grown too strong now, hissing in his ears, burrowing into the cracks in his mind. “You are trying to distract me.”

His brother’s face is unflinchingly understanding, as frightened by their many hard truths as the Calacirya may be by a summer wind. “I am trying to help.”

It is easy, so easy to yield when he puts it that way. Maglor inhales slowly and feels the walls of his mind come down, letting the beat of fire-blood-ruin and the cold notes of his swords wash away all other thoughts like waves smoothing out the sand of a beach. The moon has hidden itself again; he looks up from the floor and absently notes that his hands have grown paler, and the ache in his throat has disappeared.

“We will speak of this again soon, brother.”

Maedhros tenses at the sound of his real voice, and a last pang of guilt lodges in his heart before it is swept away again. His brother knew that was coming; he is not to blame for his fear.

The prisoners’ fear, on the other hand…

He sighs, thrilled and embarrassed at himself in equal parts, and takes up one of his swords, letting the tip of the blade scrape against the floor as he heads out. “Tell your guards to go to sleep. You don’t need them anymore.”

His brother calls him again, softly, but he refuses to bring Lady Nerdanel into this mess by answering to the name she gave to her son; instead he merely raises his free hand and turns a corner, putting Maedhros and the ink and parchment behind him.

If anything, he means to find out what they call the beast from the Gap. Perhaps he can repay him for his people’s pain if they should ever cross paths again.

#my writing #fanfiction #maglor #maedhros #tolkien #silmarillion #feanorians #discord maglor au #this was written at 11pm and i am sorry #they're both disasters that's all i wanted to say and then it exploded

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ackermanslov4r · 2 years

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a fic where fem!y/n and levi have to pretend they're dating during some infiltration mission for the scouts (but then they have to talk about their first impression on each other and levi gets a bit too talkative)

wrote this at midnight (and a while ago) so sorry for the potential mistakes

Since you’d joined the scouts, you’d been asked many different things : fighting titans,of course,but also helping Hange with their strange experiments,cleaning a room that wasn’t used at all,and sometimes cleaning,but weapons.

But right now,standing in a fancy outfit,Levi’s hand on your back, you thought that your current situation beat all the others.The scouts needed informations held by some rich man ,and Erwin had declared that the man wasn’t going to give the informations without money in return,which the scouts didn’t have enough of.

So,a plan, that seemed too crazy to succeed, had been made : Levi and you had to pretend to be a newly rich and married couple,and attend one of the man’s party , to gather a maximum of information by listening to the conversations and talking with the host.

The strangest part was probably having to pretend to be dating Levi Ackerman. When you’d asked Erwin why he’d decided to choose the two of you,he just said that it was because the two of you « had the most chemistry »,this causing you to stay awake the whole night,wondering about this sentence. Levi and you were comrades,even friends,and even if you couldn’t deny that you both cared about the other,it didn’t go any further.

« The two of you really makes a perfect couple. » said an old men,his appearance so ridiculous Levi had to tighten his grip on your back to stop you from laughing,while he thanked him.

« So…for how long have you been dating ? »

« Oh…Uh…Well,we’re going to celebrate our five years together in a week. »

The old men whistled,showing his admiration. Levi and you had been practicing your fake dating story for weeks,but it still always felt strange to you to tell a story so far from the truth.

“I immediately knew she’d be important to me when I met her.” added Levi,his mouth turning into a smile.

You’d seen him smile ,with a true and happy smile ,a few times,and you were always amazed by it ,by how it changed his face. But the smile he had right now was fake,completely different from his usual one,and you immediately wanted to wipe it off his face.

"People always say to not follow first impression since they can be false but... I guess sometimes it's best to follow your instinct."

"Well...I'm glad I did since now we're...married."

Levi's smile turned into a strange grimace on the last word. You suddenly realized how bad actors the two of you made,and almost laughed at the disaster this mission was going to be.

"And what a beautiful couple you make ! Tell me,sir, when you said you knew she'd be important...Did you know she'll get this far into your heart ?" he asked,laughing and talking as if you weren't there.It was an habitude you'd noticed during the night ; here,you were someone's wife,almost not a person of your own,and everyone preferred to talk with your so called husband than you.

Your gaze turned to a clock,mentally counting the hours left when Levi answered,his tone unusually serious :

"I don't know if I knew our relationship will end like that but I remember thinking..." he stopped,lost in his thoughts. "I remember thinking the way I felt just by looking at her was very different from anything else I'd experienced. And it got worse when we began talking ; I could barely make a sentence around her. It was as if my brain was about to explode."

He suddenly stopped,frowned his eyebrows ,opened and closed his mouth,as if he was shocked by the things he'd just said. Something with the way he'd just reacted,and by the sincerity of his voice when he'd spoke suddenly made you feel dizzy,and you wondered if it was really what Levi thought when he met you.

"Well,well...I think your husband is truly in love with you." And,laughing again,he nodded and went away to talk with some other invitees ,leaving the two of you alone in an embarrassed silence.

"You know...I almost believed what you just said."

Levi,his cheeks red from embarrassment ,was obsessively looking at the floor,as if he hoped it could open beneath him.

"It'd be nice to have someone think like that of you."

He finally turned his eyes to you,and that almost made you breathless . You'd never seen such emotion in Levi's eyes,and for a few seconds,it was as if he was speaking through them. He looked desperate to make you understand something,and at the same time desperate to make sure you didn't understand. There was sadness in them,longing,and many other things. But,as quickly as it appeared,the look in his eyes disappeared.

"Come.We still have work to do."

And,while he gently posed your hand on his arm,you both went back to playing Mr and Mrs Ackerman ,not noticing how the affection,the sweets words you shared as part of your act came naturally to each of you.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman #aot hcs #levi headcanons #captain levi #anime #levi aot #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi x you #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman oneshot #levi imagine #levi ackerman x reader hc #levi hc #levixreader

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I keep thinking about the adults finding out about two of the grandkids committing an inc3st... and then finding out the other grandkids knew/had an inkling but never told. I feel like that would up the paranoia that they're all in it (or at the very least would want to be in on it).

Like, imagine Pepa and Julieta finding out about Isamira and interrogating the others. Camilo might be able to convincingly say he had no idea, but Luisa sucks at lying, especially to her parents. And Dolores? She'll have a hard time selling that she never found out, never heard anything, never even suspected. It would just make the whole discovery ten times worse, because now for all the adults know, they can't trust any of the kids. After all, if they think that's an appropriate way of treating family... Well, what does that say about the way they treat each other?

Brooo i'm sorry I took so long to get back at you I've been so busy working on fanart for isamira week lately but it is 5 am and at 5 am I do what I want SO

Ahh I LOVE stories in which inc3st happens between two characters, but within a large family, because there are so many variables to explore and play with. And about madrigalcest, yeah, I've been thinking a lot about some family members finding out and covering for the culprits to protect them. All the grandkids find out about two of them being involved, and even if they don't like or understand it, they know the consequences would be worse if the adults find out, so they try their damn hardest to lie and help them hide and look out for them. I find it especially sweet if they slowly let go of their confussion and horror and come to genuinely accept them and become a safe space for them. Maybe when they all have merienda together at Dolores' room, Mirabel and Luisa can safely hold hands and not be judged, or Isabela will yawn and rest her head on Camilo's shoulder when they all have a sleepover like they did when they were little. I don't think any of the grandkids would be big on PDA because they don't want to make anyone uncomfortable, but to know they are safe among their siblings and cousins would be a huge comfort. They can be themselves. They don't need to hide anything. They can be in love freely.

BUT WHAT I LOVE THE MOST is how this group can expand, coming to include the second gen Madrigales as well when THEY find out and, though angry and worried and horrified they still agree that Abuela finding out would make things worse, so they keep the secret from her while trying to... quietly do something about the situation.

Just... parents actively protecting and defending their children's taboo activities because they fear the even worse alternative, and they love them so unconditionally, that they're willing to put their horror and disgust aside for their sake.

BUT YEAH. Oh no the adults finding out that all the grandkids know would be a disaster. God there would be yelling match after yelling match, children trying to defend their siblings and cousins and parents insisting on how irresponsible, gross and dangerous it was. And, of course, the presence of a lie makes it look uglier than it is. Are they all involved? Is there abuse going on? Should they be MORE worried? Pepa would explode, oh for sure. And I have the feeling that Agustín would be real mad too? But he'd also be the first to lie to Alma and protect the kids. Both Julieta and Félix would be like "I'm not mad, just disappointed" and give the most reasonable arguments as to why it was wrong to keep the secret. They're the only ones that can actually make them feel guilty for lying. Namely, there's the threat of Abuela finding out. Julieta is quick to bring up Bruno's disappearence, implying that the kids could suffer his same destiny, which is a pretty cruel move but it's not entirely untrue. Oh no yeah they'll talk about how these things don't happen in normal families, and that they are often the result of trauma and illness - which makes Julieta wonder if it was all the adults' fault - that they don't have a future, that a life in shadows and secrecy is too difficult, that it's too high a risk and they could ruin their lives. That being in love is not enough to make good decisions. You need to use your head, to think clearly and have your own safety in mind. And GOD if that doesn't make a hundred and one inecurities resurface. Isabela remembers that her needs and wants must always come second, and how her love and happiness aren't important enough. Dolores is ashamed of taking a risk - the first risk of her life - and remembers how it is better to keep quiet and stay in the shadows; love wasn't written in her future, after all. Luisa feels like she's failed her family and her partner, because she should have been able to take the pain, to not succumb to the temptation of love and gentleness. Camilo thinks about how his partner saw him, no mask, and how that made him feel so loved and accepted, but clearly that was no good, and he should have kept his mask on; being seen is unimportant; he is unimportant. And Mirabel regrets ever trying to do good by her family. She thought she and her partner had found love and happiness in each other. She thought she'd brought her sisters and cousins together as a happy family where everyone could trust and love each other, that conflicts were resolved and friendships were strengthened. She was so happy that, in their little refuge, they'd all found peace. Most importantly, her partner was no longer scared. Oh, she'd been so happy and proud she'd helped them heal, but not it's clear she only did more harm than good. Because she hurts the family, after all. An ugly dark blotch of ink on the family tree, that spreads its disease across the branches. She hurt her cousins, she hurt her sisters and she hurt her partner. Maybe she just... hurts everyone. I mean, look at her parents' expressions. She tried to be happy and ruined everything.

Man i sure hope none of them were just beginning to get over their inc3st guilt hahahahahahahaha

Of course it's a severe case of "it's ok if others do it but if I do it it's not valid" so, obviously, everyone else is gonna defend the two unlucky souls who just got hit in the heart with a sledgehammer of shame like cersei lannister after being kidnapped by the catholic church.

But yeah, even if the second gen adults want to protect them from Alma, the family is never the same after that. There's an underlying tension that permeates every single interaction. Julieta no longer smiles at her daughters and she rarely shows affection to them, as if she were permanently angry. Pepa can't help but make passive agressive comments about the matter at hand whenever one of her kids pisses her off. Félix is still in not-mad-just-disappointed mode, and while he still laughs and cracks jokes every now and then, there's a weird sense of sarcasm and bitterness now. Agustín can largely pretend all is fine but the ocassional frustration will slip in. It's like, they're all en capilla, right? Idk how to explain it. Like they're in no condition to ask for anything - no favors, no affection, no help, no forgiveness, nothing - because they just messed up so badly, and the only thing they can do is to submissively bow their heads, keep a low profile, speak little, move little, do everything they're told and pray and hope and wait for their parents' anger to pass. Some day. They feel like they're inside one of foucault's panopticons. They never try to meet or talk to each other much, and the two unlucky ones avoid each other like a plague, out of shame and fear. Even though they miss each other desperately and long for their comfort.

They all miss each other, really. They had their little thing going on. Like a mini family inside the larger family. They were friends, right? They felt comfortable with each other. It wasn't just the two idiot incesters that needed a safe place - they all did, because that house is a fucking nightmare. Now, they're all alone.

But really, yeah, the punishment is severe, though it would vary based on who did what, exactly. For example, if it was Isabela who was involved with one of her sisters or cousins, they'd try to marry her off to some dude immediately, but I don't think they'd take such extreme measures if she was just covering for someone else, especially since she knew better than anyone the fear Alma instilled on them. I can see Luisa being forced to work extra hours in town (she doesn't even get paid??? unionize her); obviously, it's not framed as a punishment and she's not forced, but they insist she should "spend more time outside" (more????) and she's too scared to say no, and if she ever comes home early, they'll come up with some other chore to handle, until she's too exhausted to do anything but sleep til morning, rinse and repeat. I don't know what punishments would be appropriate for Dolores and Camilo, because they seem to be actively keeping a low profile to avoid trouble in canon, but I don't think they'd leave them out of sight once. They may be forced to spend the whole day with their parents, without any privacy. My headcanon is that Dolores' room has a sort of switch that turns on and off the sound from outside, and in my head, it's a window that she can close and open. This window has a little key that Dolores carries, but if she was the one who did the inc3st, her parents may take the key and keep the window permanently locked, so she can't hear what goes on outside when she's in her room, which makes her feel uncomfortable and unsafe. They say it's so that she can't secretly communicate with her partner. She feels so alone. And as for Mirabel... what comes to mind is her parents taking away her crafting supplies. I don't know if they'd destroy them (haha my parents totally would dude), but THEY COULD. And Julieta wouldn't let her wander anywhere alone. No, she's staying with her at the food stall the whole day. And she doesn't yell at her or even say much but she's clearly super mad. And this punishment just extends into fucking infinity like seriously apart from being forbidden from being with their partner without adult supervision it just lasts forever. It's like the anger never fucking passes. Everyone is miserable forever,

Of course Antonio is blissfully unaware of the recent shitshow. Maybe he was vaguely aware that two of his siblings or cousins were "like mom and dad", but they deal with him in an entirely different way. As his parents see it, he was a victim of his siblings' lies and irresponsability. They think it was ridiculously careless to include him into the whole scheme (which lowkey it was yeah) and they're kinda worried they fucked up his head by exposing him to that. I think that's what makes them the most angry, yeah. They discourage him from spending much time with his siblings and cousins now - especially the two unlucky ones. If it was Camilo and/or Dolores who did the thing and got caught, then it'd be particularly devastating, especially for Camilo because he's just such a good bro?? he clearly loves Antonio a lot so to think he might have hurt him horrifies him.

#madrigalcest #did anyone ask for 6 am angst #holy shit this took me an hour to write #i should go to sleep #shipcest #didn't proofread this we die like men

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windowsandfeelings · 2 years

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nancy/ace! And literati, for a throwback, haha.

omg, my 2 favorite subjects

OK, so Nancy/Ace

1. What made you ship it?

They're just so...well-matched. I remember thinking I was imagining things in season 1 because it did not seem like the show was actively trying to do any of the stuff that I was seeing, but the chemistry was so immediately there, and the complete invasion of personal space was so immediately there, and even in the pilot you have Nancy refusing to let anyone in emotionally while also saying that she told Ace all of her deep dark traumas over the summer (*ahem*). I think I first realized it was something I was into around their visit to the library (maybe a little before that?), or when he drank poison for her(!!!), and I was fully on board when he was the only one who knew the truth about Lucy and his first instinct was to protect that secret until she was ready to share it. The way he dives into doing the ritual in 1x17 when everyone else is asking questions just makes my heart feel like it's going to explode, I love it so much.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

INVASION. OF. PERSONAL. SPACE.

The fact that they both have an inferiority complex and it's so so absurd (Ace is worried he doesn't speak enough languages for her! he speaks 3 languages but that's not enough!! Nancy is an emotional disaster and should really be in so much therapy!!!!! Ace probably should, too!!!)

Excellent gazing.

There's a moment in 2x07 where Nancy realizes Ace and Amanda are flirting and she does these little jealous eyes and it was the first time I thought there was anything intentional going on and it's the best. (related: the way Nancy says "She's competent" in 2x13)

Any and all moments we see text messages between them they are top notch. (MEAT HOOKS!!!)

They both love Horseshoe Bay so much and it informs everything about them.

I can't even talk about the lust curse.

Or the fact that Nancy thinks he has pretty eyes.

OR THE HUG AFTER SHE AND GRANT SAVE HIM.

They. have. a. private. server.

Season 4 is going to be sooooo angsty and I am here for it.

Did I mention the invasion of personal space?

Anyway, there's just so much mutual respect and trust and even when they're mad at each other or not communicating well or dating other people or anything they still care deeply about each other.

Everyone else knew they were in love before they did.

HANDS.

UGH I COULD GO ON FOREVER.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I do not get why the fandom is so invested in Ace calling her "Nance" when the specific way that he says "Nancy" is the hottest thing in the fucking world.

AND MY BELOVED LITERATI

1. What made you ship it?

I honestly barely remember because it's been literally twenty years, but I do know that I went into season 2 very invested in Rory and Dean (and very alone in that, the fandom was intensely Trory in a way that is hilarious to me now), and I hated Jess for a long time because I didn't want anything to get in the way of that (hahahahaha). But he won me over somewhere in season 2, because I do remember reading the spoilers for "I Can't Get Started" and seeing that they were going to kiss and losing my shit in a way that only a 14 year old can (lies, I lost my shit so hard during the Nancy Drew finale that I spilled half a diet coke on my couch and now there is a giant stain on the fold-out mattress). Like running around the house and screaming about it.

And then the night before "Let the Games Begin" aired (it might have been "They Shoot Gilmores...") I got grounded and got my tv privileges taken away and I wrote my parents a letter explaining why it was extremely important that I be allowed to watch and they actually let me.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Well, let's talk about mutual respect again. Let's talk about chemistry again.

Book nerds in love.

It's a cliche to say 22.8 miles/you looked it up, but 22.8 miles!/you looked it up! (True story: there is a picture of me on Buzzfeed holding a sign that says 22.8 miles/you looked it up, because they went to the same Luke's pop up that I did before AYITL and asked people in line what their favorite Gilmore Girls moments were.)

They pushed each other and expected more from each other. I think the ways that Jess nudged Rory back to herself in season 6 and AYITL get more attention, but Rory was also so important to getting Jess to a place where he could be that person for her. (Anyway, see chapter 4 of MYatRT this weekend for more of my thoughts on this. It's a ~theme~)

Separate from the actual, on-screen ship: Rory and Jess were what drove me to stars-hollow.org in 2004 (right after "Nag Hammadi..." aired), and that message board, and specifically the Lit thread, gave me some of my dearest friends in the world, people who are still in my life every single day, people I've vacationed with, people I love deeply. I would love them for that if for no other reason.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

IDK, the discourse around GG has changed so much over the years (I have to stop looking at the subreddit. It makes me feel 1000 years old), and at no point have I agreed with all of it, but no specific examples spring to mind. I'm not as much of a Dean hater as many (probably has something to do with my answer to 1), which is not necessarily a ship opinion considering Dean is not a part of the ship, but does seem related to them anyway.

OH! I do think it's funny the way people use the ship name now! People call Rory and Jess Literati, but we used to call ourselves Literati (or really, Literatis, even though Literati is already plural. But really, we mostly used Lit/Lits). Like, we were the stars-hollow.org Lits. Lits wrote Literati fic, but I don't think we would say we wrote fic about Literati. Does that make sense? IDK I think it's a subtle difference, but it's there.

#nancy drew #nancy x ace #gilmore girls #literati #I remember going off to French camp between seasons 2 and 3 and when I came home every fic on ffn had the word Lit in the summary #I was so confused #took me forever to figure out we had a new ship name #god the glory days of ship names before they were all portmanteaus

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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The Temple - Pt. 2 (Skye x Coulson!Reader)

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Part 1: The Temple (Skye x Avenger!Coulson!Reader)

Previously on The Temple:

The elder Coulson reaches up, brushing a piece of hair behind Skye's ear in a fatherly fashion.

"I'm so sorry. I'm gonna make it right. I'm gonna find the Obelisk."

"No," Coulson murmurs hoarsely.

"I'm gonna stop the drill. I'm gonna make it right," Skye continues, bolting from the room before (Y/n) can even think.

"Skye, no," Coulson calls. "Don't go down there."

"Dad, I have -" (Y/n) begins.

"Go! Go after her!" the elder Coulson says and (Y/n) jumps to her feet, glancing between the doorway Skye had gone through, and her father lying on the ground. "Go!" he yells again, and (Y/n) wipes away her tears, sprinting after Skye.

. . .

There's a metallic grinding nose, and Skye, Trip, (Y/n), and Raina focus on the Obelisk on the pedestal. It opens, revealing crystals and (Y/n) tenses.

"How do we stop it?" Trip asks.

"I don't think we can," (Y/n) says. She turns to Skye, tears welling in her eyes.

Skye grabs the front of (Y/n)'s shirt, pulling (Y/n) closer and kissing her.

"I love you," both young women whisper at the same time; the two focus back on the Obelisk.

Skye exhales heavily as the chamber trembles.

. . .

"And Skye and (Y/n) barely made it out alive! (Y/n) hasn't even woken up yet!" Mack shouts.

"Thanks to Trip! He sacrificed his life, Mack!" May counters.

"No, he traded his life for theirs!" Mack yells. "And then he was shattered into a thousand pieces!"

"That's enough!" the Elder Coulson yells. "If Trip was here, he wouldn't be arguing. He would't be bitching. He would be gearing up to do what needs to be done." Skye looks horrified at the can that had been trembling, and looking around, she sees her girlfriend curled up in the floor in a corner, her hands pressed over her ears. Skye crosses the containment module and sits down next to where is sitting on the other side of the glass. "Yes, we're dealing with forces we don't understand, but HYDRA I do understand. I want everyone ready when the sun comes up - end of discussion."

Everyone else leaves the room and Skye murmurs, loud enough for (Y/n) to hear. "(Y/n), what's happening to us?"

. . .

"The Avengers wouldn't have been necessary if we hadn't unleashed alien horrors," Simmons cuts Skye off again.

(Y/n)'s eyes had gone cold. "Go," she says bitterly, turning away from the scientist.

"But -" Simmons tries but (Y/n) turns back to her.

"There's always danger, Simmons," (Y/n) snaps, the stirring feeling rising up in her again. "Not everything is something that has to be destroyed or -" (Y/n) stops, turning her head away. "Go."

. . .

There are metallic crashes as pots and pan fall onto the ground and into the sink.

"Skye, (Y/n)? You want to talk to us?" May asks, and the two lover exchange horrified glances.

"Skye, what's doing this?" Coulson asks, his eyes widening.

"I am," Skye admits shakily.

Lady Sif goes to grab Skye's arm, and Skye flinches away, "No." Skye pulls (Y/n) along slightly, removing her hand from (Y/n)'s as she claps them to her forehead.

Skye's fist clenches and the glass behind (Y/n) and Skye explodes.

And, as if in slow motion, (Y/n)'s frame grows larger, towering over Skye.

The grizzly bear wraps it's arms around Skye, protecting the brunette from the shattered glass.

"Hand them over," Lady Sif orders and the elder Coulson and May pull out their hand guns, moving in front of the two younger women. "It will be safer for all of you."

. . .

A sword tip is stabbed through the wall.

"Agent May, release the girls!" Lady Sif orders.

"May, she'll get through," Skye whispers.

"Ignore it. Remember - focus," May says.

"I can't," Skye breathes as Lady Sif breaks the barrier.

May steps back and Skye grabs the agent's ICER, shooting herself with the gun. The rumbling stops and (Y/n) turns to her unconscious girlfriend.

"Skye," (Y/n) whispers, fear spiking through her. "Skye!"

"She harmed herself," Lady Sif says, staring at (Y/n) and Skye, her eyes wide.

(Y/n) pulls her unconscious girlfriend closer to her, her eyes wide.

. . .

"A right to know," Fitz echoes. "What - is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had a right to know?"

"I think this situation's a little bit different, mate," Hunter responds.

"No, you would have done to them exactly what Sif and the Kree wanted to," Fitz argues.

"You don't know that," Simmons says.

"Yes, I do know that!" Fitz yells. "They would - You would - You'd 'handle them'! Mack just said it! Like, uh - Skye and (Y/n) are something to be locked away in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting them."

"No, Fitz," Mack interupts. "We're the ones that need protection from them." Then Mack goes silent, looking over Simmons's shoulder.

Fitz and Simmons turns around, and five SHIELD agents catch sight of (Y/n) and Skye - (Y/n) supporting Skye's weight.

Skye looks into the room, looks away, and then she and (Y/n) start back down the hallway, a disgusted look on (Y/n)'s face, and a large dufflebag thrown over (Y/n)'s other shoulder.

Fitz looks between the other for SHIELD agents, and then follows (Y/n) and Skye.

"Skye. (Y/n)," Fitz calls down the hall, but the two women keep making their way down the hallway.

The two make their way into the BUS, entering the containment module.

"You don't have to stay," Skye tells (Y/n).

"You know I'm not going anywhere, love," (Y/n) murmurs, sitting down beside Skye on the small bed. "Please, rest," (Y/n) says softly lying down on her side and lifting an arm so Skye can cuddle up to her. "We'll figure out something," (Y/n) murmurs. I hope . . .

3rd Person POV

Skye leans over a bowl, dipping a piece of her grilled cheese into her tomato soup.

"I got to say, Director, no doubt, this is the best grilled cheese I've ever had," Skye says, humming in contentment.

"Other times, I'd be offended, but I agree," (Y/n) says, looking appreciatively at her father as she stuffs another mouthful of grilled cheese in her mouth. "Isth really gud," (Y/n) says, her mouth full and Skye looks slightly disgusted.

"Secret ingredient," the Elder Coulson asks.

"Ooh, what is it?" (Y/n) asks, having swallowed her mouthful.

"I will not disclose," (Y/n)'s dad replies, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Skye laughs and her spoon lets out a little chime against her bowl, setting it aside before nestling herself into (Y/n)'s side.

(Y/n) hums contentedly, shoving more grilled cheese in her mouth.

"How are you doing with all the monitoring?" Coulson asks gently.

"I barely notice it," Skye lies.

"We wouldn't subject you to it if it wasn't absolutely necessary," Coulson tells her.

"I assume you're putting us on the gifted index," (Y/n) guesses.

"We are," Coulson the Elder nods.

Skye sighs, looking slightly regretful. "I've been doing some monitoring of my own," she says. "Check this out," she shows the older Coulson her bio-meter watch which shows her heart rate at sixty-five beats per minute. "My entire life, I've been searching for my parents and my search ended with answers that are so much worse than I could've imagined," Skye admits and (Y/n)'s gaze softens and she sets down her grilled cheese, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "Sad, twitchy, not-all-there Dad, a dead Mom, alien mist that turned me into a walking natural disaster, a friend dead -"

(Y/n)'s eyes cloud with pain. The Avenger had always been close to Trip, and his death made that so, so much worse.

"Hey," the Elder Coulson says softly, coming over to sit beside (Y/n) and Skye on the small bed. "Trip was not your fault."

"My point is, I'm steady. Nothing is shaking," Skye tells Coulson, looking slightly proud of herself. "I'm stopping them before they start."

"That's good," Coulson replies, looking happier than he just had.

"If I keep working on this, I can be back in the field in no time," Skye says excitedly.

(Y/n) squeezes Skye, happy for her girlfriend's excitement.

. . .

"She's acting like everything will go back to normal," Coulson tells May a little later, pulling Skye's and (Y/n)'s files to add them to the SHIELD Gifted Index.

"That's what Skye does," May says. "Do they know they're being put on the Index?" May asks.

"They do," Coulson replies. "They both do seem to be getting control of their powers."

"That's good," May admits. "But we barely understand them - other than they're strong."

"Catastrophically so," Coulson agrees, referring to Skye's powers.

"Protocol is, anyone on the Index undergoes a full psych eval and a treat assessment," May reminds Coulson.

"We'd need to bring in someone from outside," Coulson remarks.

"Someone we can trust," May agrees.

. . .

"I think it's so cool," Skye remarks, looking at (Y/n) the Husky admiringly, "that you can turn into animals."

"Are you kidding me?" (Y/n) asks, shifting back into herself, her eyes gleaming lovingly. "What about your powers?"

Skye smiles at her girlfriend, cuddling into her side, listening to the radio. (Y/n) wraps her arms around Skye's waist.

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"Hey, look what a hello from a stranger turned into / Caught up in a moment like it's just us in this room / All the right words at the right time and you know 'em 'cause you know me / Better than anyone else, we don't need anyone else / There's a couple billion people in the word / And a million other places we could be, but you're here with me / Take a moment just to take it in / 'Cause every high and every low led to this / I'm just so glad you exist / Don't you ever go, don't you ever go, don't you ever go changin' / Never let me go, never let me go, never let me go, baby / Don't you ever to, don't you ever go, don't you ever go changin' / Never let me go, never leg me go, never let me go, baby," (Y/n) sings softly along to the song, swaying her and Skye slightly. "I'm just so glad you exist," (Y/n) murmurs in Skye's ear.

Skye looks up into (Y/n)'s gentle (E/c) eyes.

"I love you," Skye murmurs, pressing her cheek against (Y/n)'s.

"I love you too," (Y/n) replies, her eyes closing in contentment.

"You remember our first mission together?" Skye asks and (Y/n) fixes her gaze on Skye's chocolate brown eyes.

"I do," (Y/n) answers, her eye sparkling

"Yep, you were kicking ass and looking hot while doing it." Skye asks and (Y/n) throws back her head with a laugh. "You were so sweet, too."

Skye is sitting in her bunk on the bus, typing on her laptop.

"Mission brief in five," Coulson says, knocking on the door.

"Okay," Skye mumbles.

"Katherine Shane?" Coulson asks, reading the file off of Skye's laptop.

"Do you know her?" Skye asks, looking interested.

"We ran a few OPs together in the '90s," Coulson tells Skye. "Smart, resourceful. Had a soft spot for Truffaut movies."

"Easy there, charm school," Skye says, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "According to these files, Agent Shane could be my mom," Skye suddenly looks excited.

"Even if Shane was the Agent who dropped you off at the orphanage, it doesn't mean she's your mother."

"I started looking into all the female agents active when I was born," Skye says and Coulson hums. "Needle, haystack, I know. But then I factored in age and marital status, and then I built a program to narrow down the field."

"You're still looking at a long road," Coulson tells Skye gently.

"Well, it would be a lot shorter if I could access more files," Skye tells the agent. "Maybe you could remove my internet nanny?" she then asks. "I'm talking about my tracking bracelet," she clarifies, shaking her wrist.

"I got that," Coulson says, looking down at the brunette.

"So you'll take it off?" Skye asks.

"No, but I asked May to look into SHIELD's more restricted files," Coulson replies.

"Uh, I was kind of hoping to keep this private," Skye murmurs.

"Agent May specializes in private," Coulson tells her gently. "Let's go," Coulson says, walking out of the little room.

. . .

"At 0800 hours, three men infiltrated the Havenworth Federal Penitentiary," Coulson tells the others - Fitz, Simmons, Ward, May, and Skye.

"Infultrated? More like cannon-balled," Skye says softly.

"They were in and out in less than two minutes," Coulson goes on. "Left no prints at the scene, but we do have one lead."

Coulson swipes up, and the computer beeps, and there is an image projected on the screen.

"Centipede," Ward says, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Seems they salvaged some of their research from Hong Kong," Coulson tells the group.

"So we were right," Simmons says, and Fitz turns to look at his friend. "Chan's platelets solved their combustion problem. Now they can create super soldiers with no fear of explosion."

"Maybe don't get so excited about it," Fitz murmurs to Simmons.

"Two of Centipede's labs have been destroyed, but they keep popping back up," Coulson says. "Now they have at least three of these guys, maybe more."

"Who did they break out?" May asks, her brow furrowing.

"Edison Po, former Marine," Coulson replies. "Expert in tactics and rapid response. He fell off the grid in '08, reappeared eighteen months ago at a diner in Boston."

"Where he stabbed a friend's eyes out," Ward grumbles.

"With a steak knife, then finished his meal," Coulson finishes, glancing at Ward.

"That's funny. Po doesn't look crazy," Skye remarks and everyone looks at her.

"I'm kidding," Skye says, looking exasperated. "The guy is a walking mug shot."

"Which means he shouldn't be too hard to track down," Coulson agrees. "Finding Po and these Centipede soldiers is a top priority for SHIELD. We'll be running point, but we won't be working alone," Coulson tells the others.

"What team did HQ send for backup?" Ward asks, looking suspicious.

"Not a team -" Coulson says, his lips twitching. "Two people. One who is skilled in combat - trained by SHIELD's finest. And one who can help us fight fire with fire -" Coulson begins.

"Somebody we worked with before?" Skye asks.

"Not exactly," Coulson says.

. . .

Mike Peterson exits the SHIELD vehicle, another figure who looks like she's being harassed by a blond archer and a redhead nearby.

"Don't make me flatten you, Clinty," the younger of the three says, pointing at the man and the archer backs off, looking slightly horrified.

"Bye, you," the redhead grumbles, pulling her former apprentice into a hug.

"Nat!" the younger woman complains. "You're squishing my head!"

"This was a bad idea," May comments, looking between the two figures - the young woman and Mike Peterson.

Natasha Romanoff hands the younger woman a backpack and the women softens, hugging her former mentor one more time before hurrying off to join Mike.

The young woman turns, grinning at Mike, and the older man just shakes his head, amusement evident in his gaze.

"Agent Coulson, Agent May," Mike says, nodding respectfully to the older agents, but the woman just grins.

"Agent Coulson, at your service," the younger Agent Coulson says, faking a serious tone and her father shakes his head.

May just walks away and the elder Coulson turns to Mike.

"Last time you saw here, you threw her into a brick wall," Coulson reminds the super-soldier.

"Right," Mike says, looking uncomfortable. "First time around, I wasn't who I wanted to be," Mike tells the elder Coulson, "but now I get it. Having all this - it's a privilege. And training to be an agent, working with SHIELD, it's me trying to do better, trying to be better," he pauses. "I just need you to give me a shot."

"Everyone deserves a second chance," Coulson says, stepping forward. "But let me be clear - there will not be a third."

Mike dips his head, "Understood, sir."

"Good," Coulson says, glancing at the younger Coulson and turning around; Agent Coulson gets the feeling like she should follow.

. . .

"It's not good. At all," Ward says grimly to the three younger people in the room - Simmons, Fitz, and Skye. "The guy was literally a ticking time bomb - literally."

"HQ wouldn't have sent him if he was still combustible," Fitz reasons. "They must've found a way to stabilize him somehow."

"What about this other person they're sending in. Coulson said he was trained by SHIELD's finest, and yet none of us know who it is?" he questions. "Just saying, this could easily go sideways. Seriously, the last time we saw Peterson, he was a raging homicidal maniac -" Ward pauses, the other three looking behind him. "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" Ward asks.

"Mr. Peterson, this is Agent Grant Ward," Coulson says, and the others wonder why Coulson hadn't introduced the pretty young woman standing behind him. "He's the man who shot you at Union Station." Ward looks uncomfortable and an amused expression flashes across the new woman's face. "Fitz-Simmons," the two scientists wave at the super-soldier, "designed the weapon he used, and I think you remember -" Coulson gestures to Skye.

"Kidnap victim," Skye says, looking happy and the unknown woman is slightly confused.

Mike chuckles. "You joined SHIELD?" he asks.

"Yeah. Turns out, guys in suits - not so bad," Skye says with a grin.

"Look, I know Union Station could have gone another way," Mike says, looking uncomfortable again. "Another team might not have let me out of there alive. I owe you - all of you."

"That's bygones and water under a distant bridge far away," Skye says and unknown woman fixes her gaze on the brunette, studying her, and Skye looks back, her lips twitching in a smile. "How's your son?" Skye asks, turning back to Mike.

"Still with my sister. He thinks I'm working construction, but he's good, happy," Mike answers, smiling.

"So, what do we have?" Coulson asks.

"An unintroduced agent," the new woman says and there is a laugh from everyone in the room.

"Right," Coulson says, glaring at the younger woman. "This is (Y/n) Coulson, my daughter."

The other agents cast their gazes onto the tall young woman and (Y/n) looks unenthuiastically at her father.

"So, what do we have?" Coulson asks again.

"Not much on Po," Sky replies, tearing her eyes off (Y/n). "I checked his previously known addresses and old military contacts - came up empty."

"We've been looking for where Po might be on the outside," Coulson tells them, (Y/n) leaning against the doorway. "Let's look at his life on the inside - at the prison. See if that gets us any leads. Anything on the Centipede soldiers?"

"We found a facial recog match on one of them," Simmons says and (Y/n) fixes her gaze on the British woman.

"Name's Brian Hayward," Ward says, pressing a button on the debriefing table. "Stationed in Afghanistan for three years, then fell off the radar when he got back."

"Only living relative - sister, Laura -" Skye begins and (Y/n) pipes up.

"I know a Laura," (Y/n) says and Coulson glares at his daughter as the others laugh.

Skye shakes her head, looking amused, before continuing, "Sophomore at the University of Ohio."

"She's our best shot at finding Hayward," the Elder Coulson says, glancing at the board. "You and I will go talk to her," he nods to Ward. "Have May set a course for Cleveland."

Coulson points at (Y/n) and Mike. "Follow," he says.

"Bye friends," (Y/n) says with a wave, her gaze resting on Skye.

. . .

"Hey," Skye says, scrolling through her laptop, Agent May walking up to the brunette, her normal scowl on her face. "Coulson told me you were helping to, you know, find my long-lost folks, so thanks," Skye says, and (Y/n) remains in the shadows, not wanting to intrude. "I'm glad you're in on this with me. It means a lot."

May scowls even more and Skye swallows thickly.

(Y/n) winces as May says some harsh things to Skye. May leaves Skye alone and (Y/n) steps out of the shadows.

"Hey," (Y/n) says gently and Skye looks up. "Don't take what May said to heart, okay?"

Skye meets (Y/n)'s eyes, and then nods.

"So what did you find?" (Y/n) asks.

. . .

Skye leads (Y/n) and May into the debriefing room.

"Po only had one visitor during his prison stint - her," Skye says and (Y/n) narrows her eyes at the screen.

"Recognize the outfit?" Skye asks. "Miles said a girl in a flowered dress asked him to hack SHIELD. This could be the same girl."

"Can we hear the conversation?" (Y/n) asks Skye.

"That's the bummer," Skye replies. "There was no audio, but it's not a total loss. I was able to use SHIELD's lip-reading program, because we have one of those," Skye chuckles.

"It's so cool, right?" (Y/n) asks.

Skye catches May's scowl and continues, "It didn't work on the girl because she never looks up at the camera, but Po did - once - and it caught this."

Skye presses a button and, "The Clairvoyant doesn't not like to be touched," comes from the screen.

"I wrote that down, so we don't have to hear that again - ever," Skye says and (Y/n) looks disgusted.

"The Clairvoyant," May says thoughtfully.

"Yeah," Skye says, furrowing her brow. "Does that mean anything to you?"

(Y/n) shakes her head, "But it means something to them - to Po and whoever that woman is."

"Her name's Raina," says a voice and Mike Peterson walks into the room.

"You know her?" Skye asks Mike.

"Yeah, she recruited me for Centipede, came up to me at the hospital where I did my back therapy out of the blue," Mike pauses. "Told me she could change my life."

. . .

An hour or so later, Skye finds (Y/n) by the loading doors of the BUS, the young woman attacking a punching bag.

"Time to suit up," Skye says and (Y/n) looks up, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"Cool," (Y/n) says, jogging up the stairs. She passes Skye, shooting the brunette a grin, and Skye's cheeks flush.

. . .

(Y/n) suits up in her SHIELD uniform before meeting the others in the loading dock. Her SHIELD uniform was a Royal blue, but was almost exactly like her old mentor - Natasha's - SHIELD uniform, with light blue highlights running down the arms and legs.

"I think it's rather smart," Simmons remarks, looking at Mike's combat suit.

"How does it feel?" Fitz asks.

"Feels good. Comfortable," Mike replies.

"Having powers is cheating, but the suit's pretty cool," Ward remarks.

(Y/n) steps off the last stair, her combat boots making a thunking sound as she steps onto the floor, and Skye turns to look at her.

"Right, now that everyone's here," Coulson glares bemusedly at his daughter. "Hayward's cellphone has been traced to an abandoned factory about eight miles from here."

"We'll go in quiet. Do minimal damage to the facility and the people inside," May tells the others as (Y/n) pulls out her electric batons from her backpack, sliding them up the sleeves of her suit into the little sheaths against her wrists.

Ward, May, you'll go in through the west entrance. Mr. Peterson and I will enter through the loading dock," Coulson tells the group.

"So I guess you're my partner?" (Y/n) says, looking at Skye.

Coulson nods. "You and Skye will go through the main entrance."

(Y/n) dips her head.

"We're doing this just us?" Skye asks. "We've been playing whack-a-mole with these guys since Ward first picked me out of my van. Shouldn't big SHIELD be sending in backup?" she asks.

"Trust me, they already did," Coulson says, looking pointedly at his Avenger daughter. "They sent a super-soldier and an Avenger."

"An Avenger who has to pop an Ibuprofen after every fight," (Y/n) grumbles.

"Let's move," May says, leading Ward from the BUS.

"Take this," Coulson tosses (Y/n) a gun.

"Is the famous Fitz-Simmons ICER?" (Y/n) asks, studying the craftsmanship of the gun. "I'm impressed. It's just the right weight." (Y/n) glances appreciatively at the two scientists. "It's been a while since I've seen a gun this nice. I might be stealing it."

Fitz-Simmons glance at each other then grin at the Avenger.

"Enough fangirling," Coulson says and (Y/n) rolls her eyes.

"All right. All right," (Y/n) replies. "Come on, Skye."

. . .

"Are we alone here?" Coulson asks the group.

"It seems so," (Y/n) answers. "Fitz, dial Hayward's number."

There is a moment's pause, then the sound of a phone dialing.

(Y/n) freezes in front of one of the storage containers.

(Y/n) hears a cellphone ringing and she holds a finger to her mouth so Skye would be quiet.

Flicking her wrists, the batons slide out of their sheaths.

(Y/n) takes the two separate pieces, locking them together.

(Y/n) readies her batons, as the doors to the storage container fly off the hinges.

"Uh, (Y/n), Skye, you've got company," Fitz tells the two women.

"I'd noticed," (Y/n) replies, advancing on Hayward.

The soldier places his hands on the storage container and flings it towards (Y/n) and Skye.

Skye flinches but (Y/n) tackles Skye, pushing her out of the way. (Y/n) rolls, landing on her feet, and Skye, on the ground, levels her own ICER, firing at the soldier.

The soldier falls to the ground and (Y/n) pulls Skye to her feet. Looking down at the soldier, the two women see the dendrotoxin veins leaving his face. Hayward blinks, his eyes refocusing.

"That usually packs a bigger punch," Skye comments, her and (Y/n) stepping back as Hayward rises to his feet.

(Y/n) runs towards the soldier, smacking him across the forehead, and then in the stomach with the other end of the now staff, flooring the soldier with her mentor's favorite move.

"We're heading your way," Coulson tells his daughter.

"Who's doing this?" (Y/n) asks the fallen soldier.

"I don't tell anyone. I promise," the soldier says through gritted teeth.

There is a tiny spark, and the light behind the soldier's eyes goes out.

. . .

"I'm so glad you're here," Simmons greets Dr. Garner. "Especially since it's been well documented that powers can lead to psychological volatility. Not that Skye or (Y/n) are showing any signs. Their vitals currently are steady."

"May I?" Garner asks, looking at the iMac on the desk.

"So, it might be wise to do pharmacological evaluations," Simmons advises. "Dulling Skye's emotions could lessen the destructiveness of her powers - a-a stopgap measure."

"I should probably meet both of them before writing a prescription," Garner says sternly, looking at Simmons with a frown.

"I'll take you to them," May tells her ex-husband

"I appreciate the extensive and thorough debrief, Agent Simmons," Garner says, turning away from Simmons.

. . .

"Are you kidding me? A shrink?" Skye asks, (Y/n) sitting next to her on the cot as usual, a frown evident on the Avenger's face.

"It's not personal," May tells the brunette.

"Hell, it's not personal. It's a shrink," Skye argues and (Y/n) places a gentle hand on Skye's knee.

"It's standard procedure for anyo -" May begins.

Skye cuts her off, "No, I know, but we're not just on the Index. We're also SHIELD agents."

"Exactly. So you know it's non-negotiable," May argues right back.

Skye scoffs, shaking her head.

"Andrew is good, and he's done this before," May says, her tone softening.

"So have I. I grew up in the system," Skye replies. "I've been through enough of these to know that I hate them."

"You'll like this one," May tells Skye.

"Yeah, how do you know that?" Skye replies, focusing her gaze on (Y/n)'s hand resting on her knee.

"Because I was married to him," May answers and Skye looks up, her eyes wide with shock.

"I'm going to make us something to eat," (Y/n) tells Skye once May leaves. "I'm starving," (Y/n) leans over, pressing a soft kiss to Skye's cheek before standing up and walking over to the door. Opening the door, she steps aside to let Andrew into the house.

"Hello, (Y/n)," Andrew greet the young woman.

"Hey," (Y/n) replies with a short wave before leaving the room and making her way into the kitchen inside the Playground.

. . .

(Y/n) looks up from her pan as she notices the pots and pans rattling on the wall.

Skye! she thinks, throwing the hot pan into the sink and unknowingly shifting into a panther, and darting out of the room.

(Y/n)'s powerful shoulder muscles bunch and stretch as she speeds up, a black blur as she streaks past the labs.

(Y/n) charges up the loading doors and up to Skye's room, shifting back into herself.

"Skye! You need to wake up!" (Y/n) exclaims, gently shaking Skye's shoulder.

Skye starts, fixing her gaze on (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes but then she looks at the door as Dr. Garner, May, Fitz, and Simmons burst into the room.

"Hey. Look at me," (Y/n) reaches out a hand, gently moving Skye's face to look her in the eye. "You need to stop this," (Y/n) kneels down and to her relief, Skye keeps her eyes on (Y/n)'s.

"If she needs a sedative . . ." Simmons begins, but May glares at the scientist.

"You can do it Skye. Just focus," (Y/n) whispers, gazing into Skye's brown eyes.

Skye exhales slowly and the shaking stops.

"No, no. It's good. It's good. It's stopping," Fitz tells Simmons.

Dr. Garner and May exchange a look before fixing their gazes on (Y/n), whose hand is resting on Skye's knee now.

"I'm going to stay," Garner says.

"Come on. Everybody out," May nods.

'Love you,' (Y/n) mouths as she leaves the room, looking back at Skye, and the brunette relaxes, smiling softly.

"May," comes a voice and May looks at her watch, a projection of Coulson appears in her hand. "We need backup."

. . .

Skye breathes deeply, looking at her bio-meter watch. "Under seventy," Skye says, taking another breath.

"How are you doing that?" Garner asks.

"May taught me," Skye replies. "You focus on a single point, let everything else become noise disappearing in the background."

"Except it doesn't disappear you're pushing it aside," Garner says, putting his hands on his hips. Which is why, when you were dreaming, the tremors started." Skye swallows thickly. "What were you dreaming about?" Garner asks.

"I don't remember," Skye replies, her cheeks darkening.

"You're seeming defensive," Garner says, frowning.

"Because you keep pushing," Skye argues.

"Because whatever you were feeling was strong enough to shake this entire plane," Garner replies, his brows furrowing.

"Well, I don't know, so let's move on," Skye says, her eyes watery. "How about you show me an inkblot, and I tell you about me and my girlfriend's first time?" Skye asks, leaning forward. The moment she says it though, she regrets it. Their first time had been magical, and Skye had never felt so loved that night.

Garner chuckles. "Humor. So that's your thing. Well, that's an effective way to avoid thinking about how monumentally painful your life is right now."

"Good pep talk," Skye says through gritted teeth. "Thanks," Skye frowns, her brows furrowing.

"Sarcasm. Same purpose - avoidance strategy," Garner says.

"What am I avoiding, exactly?" Skye asks, leaning forward and crossing her legs criss-cross-applesauce on her and (Y/n)'s shared bed.

"The truth," Garner says. "That - not just you, but your girlfriend too - are different now, that you have abilities, your abilities triggered by pain, and either you face that or you don't sleep again."

Skye swallows thickly, her gaze falling on the door, wishing that (Y/n) would walk through the door; wishing that (Y/n) would set her hand on her knee like she always did when Skye was feeling scared or nervous; wishing that (Y/n) would walk through with a carefully picked tub of salted caramel ice cream and two spoons.

Skye turns back to Dr. Garner. "I dreamed I was on a mission, looking through the scope of my rifle. The next thing I knew, I was on the other side. The rifle was trained on me.

"Pretty on point - going form being an agent to a -" Garner begins

"Yeah, to being on the Index," Skye interupts. "And I know SHIELD's policy for people on the Index."

There's a rumbling.

"I have executed that policy," Skye continues.

"Okay. Skye, I need you to stop," Garner says, looking around at the shaking walls. "Just calm down. Take a breath."

"Wait. The room is shaking," Skye realizes.

"Right," Garner replies, leaning forward in his chair. "Which is why I need you to breathe."

"No, this isn't me. I'm not doing this," Skye says, pursing her lips.

Garner looks around before moving out of the room.

(Y/n) enters the room a moment later holding two spoons and a tub of salted caramel ice cream.

Skye gazes softly at (Y/n) as (Y/n) comes over to sit beside her on their shared bed.

"Dad needed backup," (Y/n) tells Skye as she hands her girlfriend a spoon, then cracking open the tub of ice cream.

Skye leans affectionately against (Y/n), digging her spoon into the carton and making airplane noises like she would to a baby, poking (Y/n)'s lips with the spoon.

(Y/n)'s shoulder shake with silent laughter, and she opens her mouth, eating the spoonful off Skye's spoon.

(Y/n) takes her own spoon, scooping out another bite. She moves it towards Skye's lips. When Skye opens her mouth, (Y/n) steals the bite.

Skye giggles this time, her head falling on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

. . .

"That not-talking thing you do - not okay when we were married, but definitely not okay," Dr. Garner scolds his ex-wife.

"Not okay is Skye's lunatic father leading Coulson into a trap. Civilians could be hurt. I acted quickly," May says, her tone hardening.

"And me and Skye? We do what?" Garner asks, furrowing his brow.

May scoffs. "Same as if we were were on base," May says. "Stay in the cage. Continue your evaluation."

"That's so not going to happen," Skye says, and the two exs turn to fix their gazes on the two young women.

May's eyes flick down to Skye and (Y/n)'s interlocked pinkies and Skye's slightly relaxed expression.

"This is not a negotiation, Skye," May fixes her gaze back on Skye's eyes, which had narrowed, her relaxed expression leaving her face. "You're staying on the BUS."

Skye walks over to the debriefing table, leaving (Y/n) standing in the doorway.

"If Coulson needs backup -" Skye begins.

May cuts her off. "He'll have it. We don't need you."

"Yes, you do. My father's involved," Skye argues, her eyes narrowing. "And for better or worse, I matter to him, and we can use that."

"May, we can help," (Y/n) says, moving over to stand beside Skye.

"Having contact with your father is a bad idea," Garner says, furrowing his eyebrows. "If you can't control your feelings -"

"I'll ice myself," Skye interupts.

Garner frowns.

"Look. You put me on the Index. You're doing my intake assessment. How about we let my Dad know?" Skye asks.

"Okay," May says after a moment, but then she fixes her gaze on (Y/n).

. . .

"We want everyone to know what you do to people like us," Cal says, his voice echoing through the silent stadium. "And we want you to stop before you do it to her."

"Talking about her?" (Y/n) says through gritted teeth, pushing Skye forward, her unloaded handgun pressed to the side of Skye's neck.

"You monster," Cal turns to (Y/n), his brow furrowing.

(Y/n)," Coulson breathes, looking at his daughter in disbelief.

"Daisy," Cal says, gazing at his daughter. "What have they done to you?"

"We put her on the Index," May says, coming up and pressing her unloaded handgun into the small of Skye's back. "Now we decide - contain her or put her down." May shoves the gun into Skye's back again. "Your call."

"Tell me they didn't hurt you," Cal says, stepping forward to gaze into his daughter's watery eyes.

"Talk to me, not her," (Y/n) presses the gun into Skye's neck, hating herself for being so harsh, but she knows she has to keep up the facade.

"Now, you let these people go, or your daughter dies," May says, shoving the gun into Skye's back for the third time.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. I can't lose you again," Cal whispers. "Don't you see what they do? You've been changed. And it scares the hell out of them. I think it's wonderful." Skye swallows thickly. "I can help. So, tell me. What's your thing?" he asks. "I mean, I was hoping it was wings."

"Talk to me, not her," May growls.

"You chose them," Cal glares at (Y/n), then Coulson, his eyes full of disdain. "You threatened to kill me, your own father. You didn't know any better. They raised you. They brainwashed you. You won't kill her," Cal says, turning away. "Though, the truth is, you're capable of such things. That's what I'm trying to teach this whole damn town. I don't even know if they're listening. Maybe they'll listen to you," Cal hands the microphone to a man beside him.

The man with the microphone exhales deeply, but a blue energy field surrounds Cal and takes him away.

"Skye," Garner says, running over to the brunette. "Come on. Come on."

"(Y/n), go with them," May gives (Y/n) a slight nudge. "You're the only one who can keep her calm."

(Y/n) takes Skye's hand in her own, pulling her along.

Skye's breathing stutters as she watches Coulson and May fight Cal's companions.

Skye breathes deeply and the stadium begins to rumble.

Everyone looks at her and (Y/n) drops Skye's hand, clutching her left wrist.

The rumbling stops and (Y/n) looks over at Skye's hands and lower arms which were darkening with bruises.

Skye's vision goes blurry and (Y/n) moves behind Skye to catch her as she fell.

(Y/n) hits the ground, her wrist searing with pain, but Skye lands safely in her lap.

. . .

"You're awake," Simmons says, sighing with relief.

Skye looks around, looking startled and slightly scared as she tries to sit up.

"You're probably feeling a little drowsy," Simmons says, her voice soft. "We gave you something to help you sleep." Skye sits up, looking at her bruised hands.

"Why do I have these bruises?" Skye asks, her gaze finding (Y/n) sitting in a chair, her left wrist resting on the table, Fitz gently running his fingers down (Y/n)'s wrist before he leaves the room.

"I ran some tests," Simmons says. "The bruising was caused by capillary ruptures in your arms. X-rays showed more than seventy-five hairline fractures from your clavicle to your fingers."

"I . . . I don't understand," Skye stutters, Fitz returning to the room with a black velcro cast. He tightly wraps (Y/n)'s wrist with the cast, (Y/n) gritting her teeth.

"You weren't stopping your powers, Skye," Garner tells her. "You were . . . directing them inward."

Skye lets out a shaky breath, blinking back her tears.

(Y/n) runs her own fingers down her fractured wrist.

A guilty looking Skye meets (Y/n)'s gaze and Skye can see (Y/n)'s love and worry reflected there, along with pain.

"What am I supposed to do?" Skye asks.

"I made the casts from compression microfibers to help contain the shaking, minimize the damage," Simmons leans forward and (Y/n) narrows her eyes angrily.

"That's not what she means, Simmons," May says before she focuses her gaze gently on Skye. "We'll figure this out, Skye."

. . .

(Y/n) lies down on Skye's stomach, letting out soft kitten purrs that sooth Skye back to sleep, her bruised fingers gently brushing (Y/n)'s orange fur.

(Y/n) had realized that when using her powers, it was more helpful if she knew a lot about the animal she was going to change into.

. . .

"Well, the bruising has started to fade," Simmons says, looking at Skye's arm. (Y/n) is sitting close to Skye, (Y/n)'s fractured wrist resting on Skye's lower thigh, rubbing it with a thumb. "though I'm afraid these stress fractures will take a bit more time to heal."

"Great. Tried to go Zen to keep my powers in check only to find myself -" Skye lets out a soft yelp as he tries to pull her 'casts' back onto her arms "- back on the D.L."

"The down low?" both (Y/n) and Fitz ask in unison.

"The disabled list," Skye says, nudging (Y/n) with a knee.

"Oh, yeah," (Y/n) says, looking a little embarrassed.

"That makes more sense," Fitz agrees

"Yeah, and now I'm all . . . " Skye studies her bruised hands.

"You know, it could just be growing pains - from the new powers," Fitz says, trying to reassure Skye.

"It's okay, Fitz," Skye says, gently closing her fists. "You don't have to put a positive spin on this."

"I'm not doing that. I would never patronize the -" the three women look up at him. "Well, the - Things change, that's what I'm saying. So, maybe if you can learn to control this, then . . . You could have Avengers-level powers," Fitz says, looking at Skye. "Something like Captain America, even."

"I'd say more Thor-ish powers," (Y/n) corrects. "Thor's the God of Thunder. Tremors got, well, tremors. Both elemental based powers."

"I think it best we keep in mind the destructive capabilities of Skye's powers," Simmons says. "If there is an Avengers equivalent, right now, I'm afraid it's the Hulk."

(Y/n) turns her gaze on Simmons, an eyebrow raised.

"Well, Hulk saved the world, last I checked," Fitz says.

"You're absolutely right," Simmons agrees. "But given the choice, I believe Bruce Banner would not hesitate to cure himself once and for all."

"Actually," (Y/n) says, meeting Simmons's gaze. "Bruce is trying to find out a way to make himself and the Hulk the same being. Just because something is powerful, doesn't mean it's dangerous. Steve Rogers, for example, is a super-solder, but he's as gentle as a mouse. People have the capacity to choose who or what they want to be, Simmons."

"Well then, maybe we should be glad that Bruce hasn't tried to cure himself then," Fitz says.

"Oh, Fitz -" Simmons goes to say.

"Don't 'oh, Fitz,' me," Fitz retorts and the BUS begins to shake.

(Y/n) lets her uninjured hand's fingers brush soothingly up and down Skye's arm.

The rumbling stops as Skye fixes her gaze on (Y/n)'s gentle, loving gaze.

"Sorry, Skye. It isn't really about you," Simmons says apologetically.

"I'm pretty sure it is," Skye says, frowning. "We'll go back to our cage," Skye says, sliding out of the the booth, (Y/n) following closely.

Fitz and Simmons watch (Y/n) and Skye closely. They watch as (Y/n)'s uninjured hand brushes one of Skye's bruised hand with a gentleness neither of the two had seen before.

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