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five star fic meme:  philinda

5 fanfictions you enjoy

“drive time” by @ddagent  

Former CIA Agent Melinda May is having trouble adjusting to the real world. But she finds help in the form of radio DJ Phil Coulson.

“he lied about death”  by  @paperclipbitch

She doesn’t say don’t, because May will take every single punch you want to land on her and then a few more that you can’t land because your hands are broken from the strain. - Grief, and other aphrodisiacs.

“the storm in his wake” by @daisyqiaolianmay

Even good men, and Rosalind truly believed Phil to be a good man, could have terrible secrets… and S.H.I.E.L.D, they’d kept enough terrible secrets from the world already. She just wasn’t expecting this one.

“ i never know” by @axolotl7 

A fic set at the beginning of series three - May returns but not everything can be forgiven with a simple apology on either side.

“handkerchief” by @ussjellyfish 

May rushes in to grab Fitz, Phil deals with the consequences and the team helps. It’s what they do.

5 headcanons that you have

phil’s crush began when they met their first day in hand to hand combat but knew for sure he would marry her when he saw may and her supervising officer (peggy carter!) together training in an empty classroom at the academy

phil and may’s rivalry ended when may graduated valedictorian at the academy, but Phil wrote her speech

phil told audrey that his partner died during a mission after may transferred to administration because had no way to explain the overwhelming guilt and sorrow he was dealing with

phil’s mom loves, I mean loves, may after they met on her first visit to DC

phil is the only one may told about the baby she miscarried in the tiny military hospital post-mission in bahrain

5 authors that you love

@ddagent

@ussjellyfish

@suallenparker

@nessnessquik

@axolotlz7

5 tropes that you adore

undercover lovers

au

geeky boy and the hot badass girl

angst…lots of angst

hurt and comfort

5 alternate universes that you live for

coffee shop au

cooking au

royalty au

civilian/agent au

war au

5 things you hate about fic

terrible grammar, poor spelling, lack of continuity in stylistic choices

original characters as main characters

fics where people don’t use double spacing

terribly out of character characters

lack of good story telling devices, plot, diction, etc

5 things you’d like to see written

rivial spies au

in-depth phil’s POV of may and andrew’s marriage

olympic athletes au

ptsd treatment of may after bahrain and phil’s support 

resolution to the may/coulson/daisy bahrain reveal

5 fics you wish happened in canon

“breaking the rules/saving melinda may” by @axolotl7

“ i never know” by @axolotl7

“ghosts that broke my heart before i met you” by @zauberer_sirin

“under the star light” by @oparu

“story gets bigger every year” by @aliassmith

i’m going to tag:   @suallenparker, @i-believe-in-melinda-may, and @crazymaryt

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«Jeanne D'arc, La Pucelle, The Maid of Orleans»

It’s Jeanne’s 587th birthday today! Which means quite a few Parisians won’t be able to sleep tonight because, you know, firEWORKS 🎆

EDIT: Jeanne was actually born in 1414, so it is her 604 birthday I’m so sorry Jeanne (and everyone) and thanks @gonzaa21098 for making me know

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Aoife: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Prometeus (shouting in the distance): Would you like to stay forever??

Niten: … Dinner would be great

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$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

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“story-mad, tiger roar and wolf bad”

Fandom:  Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

Characters: Piper Velaquez, Melinda May, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Agent O’Brian, mentioned:  Phil Coulson

Pairing:  Agent Piper&Melinda May, perhaps:  Agent Piper/Melinda May, Melinda May/Phil Coulson?, Melinda May/Maria Hill?, and Melinda May/Natasha Romanoff?

Title from "difficult damsels” by nikita gill

Length:  3500 words

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings

Summary:   Piper is excited when Agent May invites her along on a secret side mission. Really excited.

“Piper! With me!”

May’s voice cut through a training room with expert precision.  It took her two paces for every one of May’s even though she was at least four inches taller than the Chinese woman.

“Grab your bag and meet me on the Zephyr in ten.”

“Do we have a mission?”

“Of some sorts.”

Piper didn’t question that as she quickly moved towards the locker room.  She was greeted by a face full of steam and a half-dressed Agent O’Brian.  She moved quickly towards her locker—when May said ten minutes, she meant it, and had a habit of leaving people behind when they were late.

“May and I are flying out on mission, so I won’t be able to make that aikido session tonight.”

O’Brian was her only true friend on the operations team.  She remembered him from the Academy.  He had been four years ahead of him and had been particularly good at explosive disarmament and munitions.  It was useful especially now because May avoided touching guns in general.  O’Brian loved himself a gun, the bigger the better.  (Piper was sure this had a commentary on the male psyche, but being the only female on the team—save May—she kept her opinion quiet.)

He was a sweet guy, overall one of those people that Piper’s grandmother would have liked her to marry and settle down with.

“It’s your time to make a move,” he teased, toweling off his hair, “the two of you all alone, atop the clouds with no other witnesses.”

“Shut up.”

O’Brian smirked and threw a t-shirt on over his head, muffling his voice.

“Have a good mission, Velazquez.”

She made it to the Zephyr with two minutes to spare to find May running the system checks.  No one else as aboard, which made Piper more excited that she cared to admit.  It was rare to get one on one alone time with May.

She usually trained the entire group as a whole except for a few individual lessons sprinkled in here and there. With both O’Brian and her in munitions, Jackson into organized hostage retrieval, and Hart and Chapman working in a pair, May often took trips alone being the only true extraction specialist on the base.

She quickly tied down the rest of her stuff before climbing into the co-pilot’s chair.

Piper helped to set up her side of cockpit, which was very little as May never let her do much of the navigating, before calmly folded her hands in her lap and tried her best not to fidget as the Zephyr buzzed into motion.

Her hands were bruised and scabbed over from a tussle with Jackson.  He liked to pick on her during warm ups, during drills.  He knew about her…preferences.  She was small and a woman, and queer, and not white and her list of disappointments to her older white colleagues seemed to always be growing.

“Problems with Jackson?”

May didn’t look up at her.  Her eyes were focused on the front of the sky as her hands carefully moved them around the plane’s dashboard.  Her voice didn’t seem intrusive or demanding.  It didn’t even seem like she was asking if she was having problems…more likes May already knew it.

Piper’s heart jumped a little bit and she forced her hands to still and fold back into her lap again, covering the picked at scabs.

“I’m used to it…from the Academy,” Piper quickly supplied.

She wasn’t the only girl in her class.  It was far past the time when the Operations Academy has realized that perhaps tiny women had their place in the combat field.  Small women could fit through smaller holes in the security fields.  No one ever suspected a woman walking down the street versus a set of large muscular men in black camouflage.  (Still, she was different from the tall, blonde operative like Barbara Morse that they all liked and expected her to be.)

“I used to put sugar in the water tank.”

Piper blinked, and then broadly grinned.

“Wait, that was you?”

May shrugged and finally glanced over at the younger woman.

“Did it work?”

May smirked.

“Yes.”

Piper leaned back in her seat.  She knew Coulson kept extra bags of white sugar in the top cabinet of the second basement kitchen for when he baked late night cookies.  Perhaps it would mysteriously go missing when they got back to the base.

The ride continued quietly until, “where are we going?”

“We’re dropping off supplies to some old friends.”

Finish reading on AO3 at:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16792210

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Piper featured fic?

I have an almost finished one-shot from the POV of Piper Velaquez on May.  It features a lot about May’s relationship with Rookies and Piper and May’s relationships.  Any interest in reading something like that?

Title: women, wolves

Summary:  Piper is excited when Agent May invites her along on a secret side mission.  Really excited.

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Thank you for all the wonderful fics you share. Big hugs to you!!!

Awww. You’re so sweet! This means so much!

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“shrapnel is shrapnel”

Fandom:  Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

Characters: Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Daisy/Skye, Andrew Garner, mentioned:  Nick Fury, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov

Pairing:  Phil Coulson/Melinda May, past:  Melinda May/Andrew Garner, Daisy Johnson&Melinda May

Title from gif by @agentromanoffsir

Length:  1200 words

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings

Summary:  If Clint got her laughter and Natasha got the red in her ledger, Andrew got her heart.  But that only left her soul and Phil never wanted to take that.  Until the little girl in the desert took everything and Melinda had nothing left to give. (OR:  All Phil wants is to bring May home after her vacation.)

He felt bile at the back of his throat as he watched her board a helicopter in the middle of the navy base.  She carried nothing but a military backpack, black and shadowy against her old leather jacket.  He always liked that jacket.

His phone felt heavy in his one good hand as he turned off the screen.  He couldn’t track the helicopter through the desert and she knew that.  She knew that and that was why she was using it to move to her next location.

He didn’t want to take her away.  

He just wanted to bring her home.

“Have you heard from her?”

The briefing on the inhuman task force had ended several minutes ago, but still Skye—Daisy—hadn’t moved from in front of his desk.  She looked so different from the girl that had stepped out of the van and onto their plane.  And every time he went to say her name, he missed the little pieces of bright Skye and the memories of her and May training in the basement were now somehow tainted by what had gone down in afterlife.

“Her?”

Her mouth dipped down into a frown at his choice of question and the way his voice cracked at the word.

“May.”

Finish reading on AO3 at:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14781089

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“I was always the Q U E E N it was you who added E V I L to my name.”

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“of mothers and mentors”

Fandom:  Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

Characters: Daisy Johnson, Maria Hill, Melinda May, mentioned:  Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Andrew Garner

Pairing:  Gen, Daisy Johnson&Melinda May, Maria Hill&Melinda May

Length:  800 words

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings

Summary:  When Andrew returns from Maui without May, Skye searches for her. She’s surprised by what she finds.

“I hope your mother is everything you wanted her to be.”

Daisy couldn’t quite believe what was going on.  Here she was in the middle of the night, sitting at the 24-hour dinner across from Commander Maria Hill, ex-Commander, she supposed now at least.

Hill was calmer than her, smoothly running her fingers up and down the side of her coffee mug, taking in Daisy’s view.  Her wrinkled clothes and slightly sleep deprived look.  Hill looked as put together and prim as always, though she knew it was a façade.

It always was with people like her.

Spies and assassins.  Shadows and legends.  People like Ward.

Like May.

“How long have you been May’s student?”

Skye blinked once before forcing herself to take a sip of the milky drink in front of her.  “Uh…a little over a year.”

Hill hummed and leaned back in the seat.  “And after that many months together, you thought the best way to try and find May was to rush around the country, interrogating all those closest to her?”

She opened her mouth fiercely to object, but no words came out.

Hill smirked.  She was pretty, Daisy had to begrudgingly admit that, with her smooth face and perfectly shaped eyeliner.  She wore a dark blue blazer and tiny heeled shoes, but she knew in a split second the new employee of Stark Industries could have half this dinner on their asses.

“You only think you know her.”

“Excuse me?”

“Melinda,” she said smoothly, “you only think you know her.  You’ve not known her long enough to really understand a fraction of the person she is…or was.”

“Bahrain.”

Maria bristled from across the table, frowning harshly.  “Don’t say that word like it means something to you.”

“She told you?”

“That you attacked her when she was trying to protect you?  No, but I could gather as much with the nine busted ribs and internal bleeding Andrew brought her in with.”

A large iron ball dropped into her stomach.

“I was Melinda’s last student before she left the field.  I was with her for six years before Fury moved me into the Triskelion.  I wasn’t supposed to be a specialist.  I graduated from Communications.  But Melinda kept almost dying on operations and so Fury told her if she wanted to stay on a strike team that she could have to make a copy of herself…she could choose any recruit she wanted.  And she chose the tiny, inexperienced, almost failing out, Communications graduate.”

“May likes strays.”

Hill’s smirk didn’t wean.

“May was raised to be a spy.  Ever since she was a child.”  Hill’s head tilted slightly at Daisy’s balking expression.  “You didn’t know that?  Mhmm, she always had the temperament for it, the inclination for perfection, the skill set; the rare ability to thrive under the threat of violence.  Lian knew it, her agency knew it.  The only thing Melinda never quite learned was how to stop caring so damn much.  Look, Skye—”

“Daisy…it’s Daisy now.”

Maria smiled suddenly, her lips tinted with sadness.  “You may be able to get over what happened between the two of you by changing your name and moving on, but Melinda…Melinda can’t.”

“You know where she is.”

There wasn’t a question in the younger woman’s voice.

“A lot of people know where she is, Daisy.  Easier people to contact than me.”  Hill took a large sip of a coffee and her indifference agitated the Inhuman.

“Andrew.  Fury. Coulson.”

Hill inclined her head, her eyes focusing intently on the woman’s across from her.  “And you don’t find it strange that none of us have told you where she is?”  Daisy’s mouth opened but Hill cut her off.

“Here’s the thing, you may be very popular now with your underground subpar version of what S.H.I.E.L.D. used to be.  Your value as an operative may have skyrocketed with your new gifts, but you see to misunderstand the game.  May’s been playing a lot longer than you.  And loyalty—true die for those you love loyalty—is worth a lot more than party tricks.  She’s adored and between all of us, we’re not letting any of you near her.”

Daisy’s back hit the back of the booth.  Desperation leaked from her posture.  “I just want to talk to her.  Please…I’m not going to hurt her.”

“You already have.”

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Excuse tf out of me I had no idea you had a tumblr! So glad I found it! Your gifs are amazing!

Thank you so much!!!! 

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And don’t tell me it’s because you care so damn much.

I hope your mother was everything you wanted her to be.

I heard about what happened to that little girl in Bahrain…

Put it down, May!

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gift of knowledge

Fandom:  Once Upon a Time 

Characters:  Regina Mills/Evil Queen, Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold, mentioned:  King Leopold

Pairings:   Regina Mills/Rumplestiltskin 

Length:  300 words

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings

Summary:   prompt #1 (day 1) “ golden queen + an object ”

If she had learned anything from her teacher it was that madness kept people at a distance.  And while Regina wasn’t afraid of his scaly gold skin and eccentric mood swings, everyone else knew better than to become too comfortable around the Dark One.

Leopold used to gift her with any number of jewel adorned heavy dresses that bordered on ugly and childlike.  They made her feel clumsy and like a china doll from the eastern kingdom traders in the marketplace, like everyone was staring at her. (They were.)

Rumpelstiltskin did none of that.  He ignored her during their lessons, was dismissive of her achievements most of the time, prompted her to expand everything she thought she knew about the world.  Whether the comfort of feeling guided by a strong hand reminded her of Mother.  (While Cora’s hands were suffocating, Rumple’s only squeezed gently around her neck, reminding her who was the perceived higher power of their complicated duo.)

He only offered her knowledge.  Spells and curses and ways to protect herself from everyone around her.

And she loved him for it.

So, when she felt so fragile and weightless, like a simple breeze would make her float away, she anchored herself to the ground with layers of intricate fabrics, heavy diamonds corsets, and scandalous cuts. (Her own type of madness.)  Her own suit of armor against the world that never seemed to leave her.

Because her wings had shriveled with Daniel’s heart and Rumpelstiltskin had taught her much, but not how to save herself.

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And don’t tell me it’s because you care so damn much.

I hope your mother was everything you wanted her to be.

I heard about what happened to that little girl in Bahrain…

Put it down, May!

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“latah delia”

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from a wip

tagged by @crazymaryt ♥♥

Rules: Include the first line from a WIP, and tag as many people as there are words.

“It was like our grief was completely...overshadowed by hers.”

(10 words)

tags:  @ussjellyfish @suallenparker @nessnessquik @daisyqiaolianmay  @ddagent  @theehteam @marvelelle @righteousnerd @thephilindalibrary @fuckyeahphilinda

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i love talking about nothing.  it’s the only thing i know anything about.