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avatarmerida · 1 year

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Um idk what to say about this except Hunter deserves to receive more compliments and Amity has never known how to process Willow’s taste in men

“Okay guys, just gimme like 10 minutes, okay?” Willow said, running eagerly ahead. “I just wanna check on my plants real quick. I’m sure they’re okay but I just wanna be totally sure because I-.”

“Go on, we’ll be fine!” Said Amity, seeing Willow was slowing herself down for their sake but desperately wanted to run ahead. Willow didn’t need to be told twice as she darted full speed up the stairs to her room. From the sound of it, her plants were just fine and delighted to see her. As they headed back to the Owl House, Willow’s house was on the way and when she had asked if they could make a quick pit stop Camila saw nothing wrong so long as they were quick and stayed together.

Hunter smiled at the distant sound of Willow happily greeting her plants as he looked around the living room, suddenly aware that it looked stuck in time. A few months ago it was brimming with life and light, and now it was dark and cold without Willow and her dads gracing the rooms with their love and laughter.

“Hey, what are these?” Hunter asked, turning to the dining room table which was covered in glossy brightly colored books.

“Oh, those are just some silly magazines Willow and I used to read when we’d do our homework,” said Amity as she walked in from the kitchen, the vibrant colors reminding her of a less chaotic time. “We would fill out the quizzes inside and gush about these bard coven bands and argue over who our favorite was.”

“Really? Heh.” Hunter flipped through the pages with a quizzical smirk, remembering Willow had once mentioned listening to a band once while they were messaging on penstagram back when they had first met. “Who was Willow’s favorite?”

“Take a guess.”

“Probably the most handsome one, right?” He said pointing to the obvious front man whose face was featured much more than the other members in the collection of mini posters that occupied the series of pages.

“Uh, not exactly,” said Amity, pointing to the corner to the “mysterious loner” of the group. His smile was more reserved than the others and his overall demeanor carried something... familiar.

“Him? Really?” Hunter chuckled, swearing he saw imprints of faded green lipstick stains near his photo. He wondered just how long they had been fading.

“I dunno, Willow has... unique taste.” Amity said with a shrug and slightly soured look. “We very rarely agree on things like that. I mean, she does not get Azura like at all, which just doesn’t make sense if I’m being honest, because I think...”

As Amity continued ranting, Hunter flipped through the pages and read the silly answers written in Willow’s bubbly handwriting, each ‘I’ dotted with a flower and the words twirling at the end as though they were carefully arranged vines. He treated her circled answers like a treasured artifact, admiring the little hearts and daisies she doodled in the corner of the pages. He also couldn’t help but want to take the silly quiz himself and see if their answers matched.

“...but I guess disagreeing can inspire debates. I mean, like the other day I was telling her how when I first met you I called you scrawny and that practically set her off because when she first met you she thought you were sooo cute, so obviously we don’t-.”

“She thought I was cute?” Hunter repeated, tuning back into Amity's rambling.

“Huh? Oh.” Amity’s hand sprang to her mouth, quickly realizing she should not have said that. “Uh maybe? Ya know, ha, it was so long ago, I might be misremembering. Actually, she might have been talking about a wet cat she saw on her way to school so actually-.”

“You just said you were talking about it yesterday.”

“Did I say that? You know, it was so long ago who can really remember what I said, we should-.”

“Amity, if you’re gonna make fun of me could you at least not use Willow? I don’t know why you’d think-.”

“I’m not making fun of you! I just, uh...” Amity insisted, quickly looking back at the staircase to make sure Willow wasn’t coming back yet. She changed her voice to a harsh whisper. “Ugh, okay listen, Willow would kill me if she knew I told you this but... do you remember before Halloween when I told you to change out of your costume?”

“Yeah?”

“She was actually really upset that I said that because she thought that you looked... handsome.”

Now THAT is a look

“Me?” Hunter asked as though there was someone else she could’ve been referring to.

DON’T listen to her.

“Yeah?” Amity replied, still unable to give a reason. “I mean, she was so mad at me for telling you to change, she threatened to summon a cactus to my bus seat before I sat down.” Amity laughed at the memory, knowing Willow was only a little serious about following through. “And she stared at the photo she took of you like the entire ride, like you were a magazine model or something.”

“She thought I looked... handsome? In my costume? Like the costume I’m wearing right now?”

“Shh! Yes, but you can’t tell her I told you,” said Amity, looking around paranoid. “I wouldn’t lie about that though, I promise.”

Hunter made his way into the living room, finding his reflection for the first time in a hall mirror. It was dusty but still he could see the difference from the last time he had seen his own face. There was a lot to process. Days ago he looked completely different and now it was though he had suddenly aged, he was tired and dirty and covered with scars.

“Do you think... she still thinks I look handsome in it?” He said, his hand tracing his newest scar. “Ya know, with how... different I look?”

“Well,” Amity started, knowing there was more within the inquiry. “She also talked about how much she liked you, ya know? The way you talk, what you talk about-

“She never mentioned my voice being... annoying?”

“No, actually,” Amity said, realizing Willow was probably the only person she had never heard refer to it in such a way, even as a joke. “Which is saying something because she used to always say that having bad eyesight made her hearing better,” Amity recalled. “I don’t know if that’s true or not but Even when you wore those hideous shoes with the holes all over them she still thought you were so cool... for some reason.”

Handsome AND cool? It seemed too good to be true.

“Does she... talk about me a lot?”

“Ya know, if you really wanna know what Willow thinks about you then you should ask her,” said Amity softly, putting her hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “But don’t tell her you talked to me, otherwise she’ll get suspicious.”

“But has she said anything about... the way I look now?”

“Oh no, you’re not getting any more information from me!” said Amity dramatically, walking back to the kitchen table. “I’ve said too much already, if she ever found out that I said any of this I’d have more than a cactus to worry about.”

“But why wouldn’t she want me to know? Is she embarrassed?”

“Well I dunno, do you tell Willow you think she looks nice every time you think she looks nice?”

Hunter opened his mouth to offer a smug response before he realized that while he did in fact let Willow know she looked nice it was usually agreeing with someone. She would walk down to the basement to show off a new dress she had found while thrift shopping with Vee and wanted to show how nicely it complimented the cardigan Hunter had repaired for her and Hunter would be in awe of how she always managed to pick colors that brought out her eyes. He would think how lovely, how stunning, how utterly beautiful she looked but he never said these words.

Instead, Gus would usually deliver the compliment. He’d say “Wow, Willow you look great!” and then nudge Hunter in the ribs with his elbow as he’d raise an eyebrow and say “Doesn’t she Hunter?” Willow would look at him with anticipating eyes for his thoughts, but the sparkle that found her eyes with her expectations only increased the things to say, and Hunter would end up only being able to nod in agreement or mumble a simple “yes.”

Is that how he made Willow feel? How could he ever...?

“Fair point,” He cleared his throat and tried not to convey the journey his mind was on and hoping he seemed like he was totally normal about the question. “Thank you for your clarification, I shall keep the matter between us.”

“You’re not gonna act... weird about this are you?” Amity asked, fairly certain she already knew the answer.

“Me? Weird? No! W-w-why would I be weird about this?” Hunter sputtered nervously.

Oh, she definitely already knew the answer.

“Okay, well I hear her coming back so zip it,” ordered Amity. “If I wake up with a cactus in my sleeping bag, I’m taking you down with me, spaceman.”

Hunter wouldn't know how to bring it up even if he wanted to.

“Sorry it took so long,” said Willow, entering the room on a vine. “But they’re doing great, luckily the automatic water system I instilled has been working perfectly.”

“That’s great, Willow.” said Amity with a smile.

“Yeah that’s totally great!” agreed Hunter, his voice sounding panicked for no apparent reason. “Awesome! Cool! Yeah...”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow, confused by the room’s vibe. “But uh, we should probably get back to the others. I don’t want Camila to worry.”

“Oh yeah, good idea,” agreed Hunter.

“Oh, before I forget,” said Willow, pulling something off her wrist. “I found this yellow scrunchie in my room and I thought since your hair is longer again, you could use it to keep your hair out of your eyes.”

“Really?” he said, as she slipped the hair tie onto his wrist. “Thanks, Willow.”

“’Course,” she said with a smile. “It’s your color, after all. Plus we gotta make sure we can see that pretty face of yours.” She added with a wink.

“Haha yeah o-o-okay,” he said with a gulp. “I should uh, g-g-go check if the coast is clear.”

He ran ahead as Willow chucked to herself, clearly pleased with his reaction. She watched as he ran to the doorway and pulled his hair back into a ponytail and secured it with Willow’s scrunchie.

“Woah, did it just get hotter in here?” Willow whispered to Amity, a faint crimson gracing her cheeks as she watched fondly as he scanned the outside area, his pulled back hair making it easier for her to see his defined jawline. Before Amity could offer her comment on the change in temperature, Willow cut her off as she continued in a dreamy tone. “Never mind, I think it’s just Hunter. If ya know what I mean.” she added playfully, bumping Amity’s arm with her elbow.

“I really, reeeally don't,” groaned Amity as though she was in physical pain, having endured this talk for months in the human realm and now realizing that there was no end in sight. “You have got to stop saying things that to me I am begging you!” Amity pleaded.

“I’ll stop when he stops,” said Willow with a shrug, fanning herself with her hand for emphasis (half to upset Amity further and half because she was truly grateful she had found that scrunchie).

#huntlow #winter toh #willow park #hunter toh #toh #huntlow fanfiction #the owl house #amity blight

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sidhewrites · 1 month

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❀ -- About me

It’s been a while, so I'm revamping my about me! Hi, my name is Ree, and my pronouns are he/they/she (mix em up, have fun). I'm a writer and artist, and I also read and crochet.

My official pen name is Ray Lane, and I have my first novella out on Gumroad. More info here. I'm almost ready for beta readers of my first full-length novel, so keep an eye out!

I've been writing since I was a kid, with varying degrees of success, but I've been able to get more and more progress with my current projects. While I love reading horror and fantasy, I tend to write lighter and softer fantasy and comedy.

I love learning about biology and zoology, and have tons of fun animal facts. I also have a cat named Daisy, who I take on walks.

Where else to find me:

@reedraws (art blog)

@pointing-out-crochet-in-media

@arcane-nari (fandom specific blog)

Carrd (Commissions + Socials)

❀ Main Writing Project: I Met a Girl in the Graveyard.

Aka, Graveyard Lesbians. Kaz Pine is a skeptic. She’s spent the last three years working in a historical graveyard, and never saw a single ghost. Still hurting from her recent breakup with a believer, Kaz decides to sabotage a high-profile ghost hunt, where she meets and recruits the enigmatic Lucy to join in on the prank. But when Kaz’s co-worker (her cat. His name is Renfield. She’ll show you pictures later.) disrupts a seance, things around town start getting a little … spooky.

GENRE: Romcom, campy horror.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Gay and bisexual main characters. An old cat as a major supporting character. Ghost hunters. Jock MC.

More Info Here

Silly Powerpoint Here

Start reading here

❀ Secondary Projects ❀

❀ Glimte (Complete!) As a child, Katja’s father told her that sirens live in the bioluminescent waters surrounding their small village, but she seems to be the only one who believes in them. Her belief is solidified after a siren saves her as a child – and cements her fixation on sirens throughout her life, even through the tragedies and changes throughout the years.

Genre: Short fiction, wlw, low fantasy

More info here.

Get the eBook here.

❀ Silverlight: Polly is a healer’s apprentice in a sleepy village, where the most exciting thing in her life is sneaking into the forest with her best friend Jack, an exiled fairy with no magic to his name. But when they find an injured fairy solder in the woods, they set off beyond the veil into a world of magic and danger to stop the wicked Night King before he can cover the world in darkness forever.

GENRE: Light fantasy, adventure, romance subplot.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Bisexual main character, transgender love interest. Talking animal sidekick. A requisite masquerade ball. Polyamory. Childhood friends to lovers, bodyguard romance. #LetPollyHaveABigSword2k23

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mouthsfullofsharpteeth · 3 months

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YAY!!!!

I'm gonna go nuts

Alex can swing between The Hunt and the Slaughter very well, perhaps even The Desolation. I feel like his earlier kills, such as Seth and Sarah, were Slaughter based, kills of opportunity rather than the meticulous planning and chase of the Hunt. Though later down the line, he's doing nothing but chasing them down, stalking, waiting. An ambush predator that's just waiting for you to turn around so it can pounce. His death can also be considered a piece of the Slaughter, a last-ditch effort, frenzied and fearful.

Tim can be difficult to pinpoint, The Stranger, The Lonely, and The Corruption are all ones that stand out. However, I think I plant him into The Stranger the most. Wearing a face that is not his own, a body out of his control, skin that, for a time, is distinctly not his. I usually mix in the Stranger with a bit of the Spiral as there's a lot of overlap. He can't trust his own mind, can't trust that what's happening around him is real, and can't trust others. Post Marble Hornets, he definitely fits into the Lonely more, however. He has nobody left. They're all gone. He's isolated from society at large.

Jay is The Eye, no doubt about it. He needs to know, needs to see and understand, and put together the puzzle for the sake of his own sanity. He watches and learns and uses the tools he's given. I've done post Canon revival stuff where I interpret him as The Lonely as well. He feels he's the only one who can get this done. Walking a road alone, no one in sight, it's foggy and cold, and suddenly, he's not anywhere. For the world itself has Forsaken him.

Brian was honestly the hardest for me, I want to say The Web, but I want to say The Spiral as well, or perhaps even The Buried. The Web feels more obvious than the Spiral and the buried. He's a sort of leader, pulling you along and plucking at strings so you do what he wants you to, pulling people this way and that for his own purposes, antagonizing and guiding at the same time. Though, truth be told, he's long lost it, He's hardly Brian Thomas anymore. All he sees are secrets and code, riddled with lies and mystery. Nothing is just on the surface as it is. There's always something more. The Buried is simply because it seems as if he can not kill Alex. He had plenty of chances, easy opportunities. Yet he is paralyzed by decision, pinned down by the weight of a life on his shoulders. What would he do after Alex was dead? He couldn't move on. He's stuck like this. A corpse in the dirt pinned at the bottom of the ocean, breathing in the salt water.

Overall, they're all a mess, and they would not survive The Magnus Archives to me. Alex would most likely find himself dead at Daisy's hands, a hunter to kill a hunter. Tim could very easily end up a victim of The Unknowing or even Jane Prentiss. Jay would probably go looking for answers and end up pissing off an Avatar and getting throttled by them, most Likely someone with a firey temper like Jude Perry. Brian might end up in the distortions corridors, going mad with an ever changing layout to traverse and doors that don't go anywhere.

Sorry that this is so long, I went a little crazy, but I just love categorizing characters into the fears it's so much fun.

amazing. i love this

#asks #marble hornets

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liviavanrouge · 2 months

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Anne Overblot pt 2

Anne: *Shrieks in anger, Ramona firing a ball of ice at her* LEAVE ME ALONE!! PROMISE BREAKERS!!

Dina: *Runs in, her eyes wide, Sparky beside her* Oh no!

Sina: WOAH!

Sparky: We're too late!

Anne: *Swats Hunter away, sending him crashing into a wall*

Clover: HUNTER!!

Daisy: Anne! You hurt big brother!!!

Anne: GO AWAY!!! LIARS! DECIEVERS!!

Daisy: *Narrows her eyes, magic surrounding her* Big sis has forgotten that Papa and Father do try their hardest!! They can't be everywhere at once!

Clover: Daisy?!!

Daisy: ANNE, SNAP OUT OF IT!! -SLEEP POISON-!!

Anne: *Looks at her arms, quickly trying to shake the purple poison spores off* Wh-What?!

Clover: *Gasps as Anne starts to sway* Daisy, do it again!

Daisy: B-But I don't even know what I did!

Ramona: Little cousin, just breath and focus!

Daisy: *Sighs, relaxing her body* ....Sleep Wonderfully, Sleep Soundy, Sleep till you can't hear me....

Daisy: -Sleep Poison-

Anne: *Falls over, poison spores sticking to her body*

Hunter: *Groans, sitting up* Geez

Dina: *Stares feeling something wrong then grabs her Sight Pen, aiming it at Anne*

Sina: *Grabs Dina's wrist*

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Sina: *Looks around finding herself in a white room, Anne standing not too far from her*

Anne: Growing up, I've always admired my parents...My Father's dedication to his modeling and my Papa's dedication to being by my father's side

Anne(5): PAPA! FATHER!

Vil: Anne?

Anne: I got the lead role! They said I was better than Neige's daughter!

Vil: Good job Anne!

Golden: *Chuckles* We're proud of you, you put in the hard work and here's the result!

Vil: Want us to help you practice, Anne?

Golden: We have spare time!

Anne: Yes! Yes please!

----

Dina: *Stares as the memory faded away*

Anne: I loved making my parents proud, seeing their smiles always brought joy to me

Anne: I used to practice with them both, and they'd always tell me that I did so well and that I'd go far...but we started getting distant...

Anne(7): Papa, Father? You'll come to the play right?

Vil: Not this Anne, we're sorry but we have to leave early, we'll be working late...

Golden: Auntie Livia and Uncle Jack will be there, they're coming to watch you! They'll record it for us!

Anne: But I want you guys there....

Vil: We know love, we wanna be there too, but my schedules busy and your father is my bodyguard

Golden: I wanna take the day off but the other guards are incompetent so I gotta be there in case anything happens

Anne: Oh....okay...I'm sorry for complaining

Vil: Anne baby-

Vil's manager: We gotta go!

Vil: We'll talk later

Anne: Okay...

----

Dina and Sina: *Reaches out, touching the memory stunned*

Anne: I knew they wouldn't always be around, it was fun hanging with Aunt Livia and Uncle Jack but...it wasn't the same

Anne: I started avoiding my parents, they had gotten busier as time went on, making empty promises that hurt my feelings more as time went on

Anne(12): Thanks Daisy...

Vil: Anne, want us to help you practice?

Golden: We have the week off, which means we can see your play!

Anne: No...I don't want your help....

Vil: Anne...

Anne: I've been fine practicing on my own, I'm busy please excuse me

Golden: Anne what's the matter?

Anne: I'm tired okay! I've been practicing all day for this play! One you guys aren't even gonna show up at!!

Vil: Anne, we're gonna be there for this one! We swear!

Anne: Yeah...okay...do whatever...

----

Anne: *Rubs her eyes as tears started to fall* I understand that they're busy! I know they won't always have time for us!

Anne: It still hurts, it still makes me feel weak! I told myself to stop depending on them to come but I still do!

Anne: *Turns away, covering her face* I wish I never existed....

----

??? And ???: ANNE BABY!!!!

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @teddymochi

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sidhecraft · 1 month

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❀ -- About me

At's been a while, so I'm revamping my about me! Hi, my name is Ree, and my pronouns are he/they/she (mix em up, have fun). I'm a writer and artist, and I also read and crochet.

My official pen name is Ray Lane, and I have my first novella out on Gumroad. More info here. I'm almost ready for beta readers of my first full-length novel, so keep an eye out!

I love learning about biology and zoology, and have tons of fun animal facts. I also have a cat named Daisy, who I take on walks.

Where else to find me:

@reedraws (art blog)

@pointing-out-crochet-in-media

@arcane-nari (fandom specific blog)

Carrd (Commissions + Socials)

❀ Main Writing Project: I Met a Girl in the Graveyard.

GENRE: Romcom, campy horror.

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Gay and bisexual main characters. An old cat as a major supporting character. Ghost hunters. Jock MC.

More Info Here

Silly Powerpoint Here

Start reading here

❀ Secondary Projects ❀

Genre: Short fiction, wlw, low fantasy

More info here.

Get the eBook here.

GENRE: Light fantasy, adventure, romance subplot.

More Info Here

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spideysquake · 3 years

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the infinite playlist - s.s.

based on nick and norah’s infinite playlist by david levithan and rachel cohn

summary: it’s been three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since stiles stilinski got his ass dumped by the only girl he’s ever loved. three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since lydia ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped it into the ground, effectively rendering stiles incapable of caring about anything that isn’t his band or his best friends. so when lydia shows up at one of his shows – which he explicitly told her not to do – with a new fucking guy following her around, stiles knows that he can’t look as pathetic as he feels. so he gets a five-minute fake girlfriend.

pairings: stiles x reader; ex-stiles x ex-lydia; ex-reader x ex-theo; scott x allison [duh, bitch]

warning/notes: they're all in college bc it's all easier that way; cursing [and probably a lot of it tbh]; a lot of angst; sexual themes, and maybe a little smut in there too for fun [i will for sure post 18+ warnings bc some of y'all are children and i don't need that kind of heat]; lydia is a bit of a b!tch and liam is a sloot and a half [we still love them both tho]; stiles is an angsty lil baby and y/n is chaotic as fuck; basically everybody is bi bc i have the courage to do what the teen wolf writers wouldn’t [jk i love you jeff davis]; idk there will probably be more as we continue

cast list:

nick: stiles stilinski

norah: y/n y/l/n

tris: lydia martin

caroline [gender bent]: liam dunbar

dev: malia tate

thom: scott mccall

scot [gender bent]: allison argent

hunter: kira yukimura

tal: theo raeken

toni/tony/tone: isaac lahey

the infinite playlist playlist

the infinite playlist moodboard

status: on-going

↳ chapter one: stiles gets a fake girlfriend

stiles has a breakdown, lydia breaks a promise, and y/n is really just trying to make sure liam makes it through the night

↳ chapter two: y/n makes a choice she’s probably gonna regret

y/n takes on a project she doesn’t have the patience for, stiles gets caught in a really awkward turf war of sorts, and lydia has decent taste in guys for someone with terrible taste in guys

↳ chapter three: stiles follows the girl

liam doesn’t really know how to hold his liquor, stiles gets his heart lightly annihilated, and y/n keeps forgetting to introduce herself

↳ chapter four: y/n meets scallison

↳ chapter five:

a/n: okay, i'm actually really excited about this series, and i hope you will be too!! please tell me all your thoughts and feelings, what you want to see, all of it! i can't wait to start writing and posting and seeing the reactions. okay, love you byeeeeee - daisy xx

send in your thoughts!! let's hear everything!!

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kanerallels · 2 years

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Fall In Love With Me This Christmas

(for Dousy Appreciation Week day 2, for the prompt "role reversal/au)

Read on AO3!

Word count: 3,250

Tags/Warnings: Rated G

Generally speaking, Daisy enjoyed Thanksgiving. Getting together with her family, especially those who were often out of state, was fun. And it was the gateway to Christmas, one of Daisy’s favorite holidays to celebrate with her family.

This year, however, there was at least one downside. And it was Jemma Simmons. While Daisy loved her adoptive sister, Jemma had gotten increasingly invested in certain aspects of Daisy’s life of late. Namely, her love life.

Ever since she and her now ex-boyfriend Lincoln had broken up three years ago, she hadn’t been with anyone else. Sure, there had been a few interested parties-- Jemma’s cousin, Deke, and a guy at work called Robbie who she'd gone on one date with-- but no one she’d seriously considered. There still wasn’t.

However, Jemma had seemed to have decided it was time for Daisy to find someone else, and she was very persistent about setting her up with that someone. And while Daisy was usually the one encouraging Simmons-- or Fitz, or Hunter, or Trip, or any member of her family-- in one of her crazy plans, this was one plan she wasn’t helping with. She didn’t need romance. Not now, at least.

This wouldn’t stop Jemma, though, and Daisy knew it. So she prepared, warily, for the coming discussion.

It came after lunch on Thanksgiving. She, Kora, Jemma and Fitz were playing Bananagrams at the table, which was something of a tradition for the family. Bobbi and Hunter were watching TV in the living room nearby, and the sound of low voices and clattering dishes from the kitchen gave away Phil and May’s location easily.

As the four of them started a new game, friendly chatter flowed back and forth-- Kora joking about how Jemma was the usual winner in this game, with Daisy chiming in and suggesting ways they could take her down.

“Maybe we should have Fitz start flirting with her, to distract her,” Kora suggested as she grabbed a handful of tiles, counting out the amount she needed.

Shaking her head, Daisy said, “Mmm, at that point it would be harder to get them to stop than start.”

“Also, I’m not helpin’ you sabotage Jemma,” Fitz said, selecting his tiles one at a time. His fiancee beamed at him.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite. Well, one of many reasons.” Leaning over, she kissed him on the cheek, and Daisy and Kora exchanged an eyeroll.

“Yeah, you’re cute, we get it,” Daisy teased. “Can we get on with it now?”

They started the game, and were halfway through when Jemma spoke. “So, Daisy,” she said, and her voice was so deliberately casual that Daisy knew exactly what was coming. “I was talking to a client at work the other day, and her brother came to pick her up. He’s around your age-- very handsome--”

“No,” Daisy said promptly. “Jemma, don’t start.”

“Oh, come on, Daisy,” Jemma said with a touch of exasperation. “You don’t even know--”

“I know that I don’t want to be set up with some random stranger,” Daisy said, her voice adamant. “So drop it.”

“Please, Daisy. Look, Fitz and I--”

“Oh, no,” Fitz said immediately, looking up with alarm. “I told you, I don’t want to be involved in this.”

“What-- oh, come on, back me up here!” Jemma protested. Next to Daisy, Kora was busy pretending to be extremely invested in her tiles.

Wrinkling his nose, Fitz said, “I love you, but I’m not gonna get involved. I know better after the last debacle.”

Jemma let out a huff, turning back to Daisy. “Fine. I’m worried about you, and I just want you to be happy. I understand taking time before you get back into the dating world, I just think that you… maybe need a little push.” Clearly seeing the expression on Daisy’s face, she hurried on, “And I know what you’re going to say, so I thought that perhaps I could help you set up an online dating profile--”

Oh, that’s not happening. Cutting through her sister’s words hastily, Daisy said, “Jemma, I appreciate the thought, I really do. But that’s not necessary, I’m already seeing someone, so please drop it.”

The minute the lie left her mouth she knew it was a mistake. Because the extended Coulson-May-Simmons-Fitz-etc. family didn’t just drop things. Especially when it came to love lives. Fitz’s jaw all but hit the table top, and Jemma’s eyes grew huge. “What?” she all but shrieked. “Since when? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It’s… a recent thing,” Daisy muttered, avoiding her sister’s gaze. This was not good.

“What’s his name?” Kora demanded, her feigned interest in her tiles forgotten.

Crap, Daisy thought. “Uh, Daniel,” she blurted out, and immediately wanted to smack herself. But it’s fine. It’s not like anyone here will remember--

“Wait, Daniel?” Hunter’s voice came from the living room, and the scruffy man popped up into sight seconds later, interest clear in his eyes. “Isn’t that the bloke that you work with? The one who you said was going to school to be a, ya know, whatever?”

Oh, this is not good, Daisy thought, trying not to grimace. Because of course Hunter would remember the fact that she’d mentioned her co-worker Daniel before. They were only friends, although he was pretty cute, she wouldn’t deny it. And overall, he was a good guy. But why did I have to choose his name?

“A therapist,” Bobbi said-- the blonde woman was right on her boyfriend’s heels, a gleam of interest in her eyes. “You’re dating Daniel Sousa? I didn’t think he was your type.”

“You can’t slap labels on romance, love,” Hunter pointed out. “After all, I went for you, didn’t I?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bobbi demanded. Before Hunter could respond, Kora cut in.

“Do Phil and May know?” Without waiting for an answer, she shouted, “May! Phil! Daisy’s got a boyfriend!”

“And this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen,” Daisy mumbled as a loud crash came from the kitchen, and her parents appeared.

“She’s got a what?” May demanded, her scary mom face on.

“Since when?” Phil asked, his gaze flicking to Daisy.

“It’s just a recent thing-- and we’re not really dating, fully,” Daisy hedged, trying to find a way out of it. “It’s just casual, we’re more friends than anything else--”

“Uh, I think the fact that I remembered this guy’s name disproves that,” Hunter objected. “I don’t pay much attention to your co-workers, after all. You kind of talked about him all the time.”

“I didn’t!” Daisy protested.

“Ehh, kinda did,” Kora said. All eyes switched to her, and she shrugged. “What? It’s true. Although honestly, I like him. And he’s kinda cute. If you’re not too serious about it, I’ll take him.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely a no,” Daisy said without thinking, and Jemma looked absolutely gleeful. Hunter shot her an annoying smirk.

“Aww, look at you simping after your square. You’re worse than Simmons.”

Jemma threw a Bananagrams tile at him and the entire conversation dissolved into chaos, to Daisy’s relief. She really didn’t want to have to deal with this any longer. In fact, she managed to go the rest of the day, until the joyous and chaotic goodbyes at the end, without talking about her supposed boyfriend again. Before she made it out the door, Phil pulled her aside.

“Bring Daniel to our pre-Christmas Christmas dinner,” he told her. Before Daisy could protest, he held up a hand. “I know you say it’s just casual, but this is the first guy we’ve seen you go out with in years. I’d like to meet him-- and so would May. And while I realize that’s something of a deterrent, please do it anyway.”

“I’ll talk to him and see what his plans are,” Daisy said hastily, shoving her arms into her coat and giving him a hug. “Gotta go, love you guys, bye! See you in a couple weeks!”

The drive back to her apartment was long and quiet, with plenty of time for Daisy to plot out her plan to handle this situation. She’d tell her family at Christmas that they’d decided to stay just friends, and her quiet but friendly, handsome co-worker would never know a thing about it.

Four days later, the whole thing was derailed.

~ ~ ~

Daniel had never really been sure why his employer, Finian Carr, had decided that he needed to run not only a bakery-juice bar combination, but also a Christmas tree farm. But here they were, and Daniel liked his job. Sure, Finian was a bit eccentric, and his kids were very similar. But it paid well, and there was always an atmosphere of cheerful chaos, which was something Daniel was starting to suspect he gravitated towards.

The bakery, Love Is All You Knead, was already starting to fill up with the morning rush when Daniel started work the Monday after Thanksgiving. Finian was already pumping Christmas music out of the speakers, and Daniel saw the big man in the back, his head bobbing in time to the music as he pulled a tray of muffins out of the oven.

Ducking behind the counter, Daniel grabbed an apron. As he tied it on, one of his co-workers, Piper, shot him a grin. “Happy holidays.”

“If Finian has anything to say about it,” Daniel joked, stepping to the side as a short woman came barrelling past him. “Hey, Daisy.”

Daisy Johnson looked up, her gaze startled as it locked on him. “Oh-- hey, Daniel.” Her startled expression melted into an easy grin as she moved to the cash register next to Piper. “How was your Thanksgiving?”

“Decent enough,” Daniel responded, wondering what had caught her off guard as he spoke. “Turns out my roommate can make a decent turkey, which I wouldn’t have expected. How about you?”

“I spent it with my family, so it was a little chaotic, but fun,” Daisy said, turning to shoot the first customer in line a smile. “Hi, what can I get you?”

As Daniel headed into the kitchen, he spotted Piper directing a smirk towards him, and pointedly ignored it. He was well aware that she and most of his other co-workers thought he should ask out Daisy. He honestly couldn’t say that he hadn’t thought of it. She had a kind of electric energy that drew him to her, with a quick wit and a smile that he always wanted to see.

He hadn’t gotten up the courage yet, although they’d been working together for around ten months at this point. Maybe around New Years, Daniel thought as he got to work helping with the baking.

A few minutes later, Daisy popped into the kitchen. “Daniel, Davis is here-- time for you to mediate.”

“Why am I in charge of him and Piper again?” Daniel asked, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t complaining as he gave her an easy grin.

Her returning smile sent a familiar flutter through his chest, which Daniel determinedly ignored. “Cause you’re the only one who’ll tolerate them.”

“I had a feeling it was something like that,” Daniel joked as he headed out of the kitchen and out to the cash register, where one of their regulars, Davis, was browsing the baked goods and bickering with Piper. The two of them had been best friends for years, and Davis came here with the sole purpose of annoying Piper most days. Piper enjoyed this a little too much, in Daniel and Daisy’s estimations.

“You cannot possibly think that bear claws are superior to eclairs,” Piper was saying with disdain as Daniel moved up next to her to man the other cash register. “That is such an old person thing to say-- which I guess checks out for you.”

“Comparing the two is like comparing apples and something completely disgusting,” Davis argued. “Like coconut.”

“Okay, coconut? This is where I draw the line. Choose something actually gross, like bananas.”

“How are we even friends?”

Daniel tuned the two of them out and went to serve the customer in front of him, making small talk as he bagged up donuts and eclairs. Most of the regulars knew better than to line up behind Davis when he and Piper were talking, and anyone else connected the dots pretty quickly, which led to a steady flow of customers passing through.

As he bid yet another customer farewell, Daniel caught sight of Daisy, restocking the display case and chatting a mile a minute with one of the regulars, Trip. She laughed at something he said, flashing him that brilliant smile of hers, and Daniel felt his heart skip a beat.

And realized he was staring. Hastily, he turned to his next customer, a short woman with a brown ponytail, and gave her a smile. “Hi, how can I help you?”

The woman returned his smile with a degree of enthusiasm that Daniel hadn’t expected. “You’re Daniel, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice holding a British accent and a considerable amount of curiosity.

“That’s me,” Daniel replied, and she beamed.

“Oh, wonderful! I’m Jemma, Daisy’s sister.”

Well, this was more than a little strange. “Nice to meet you,” Daniel said, shaking her proffered hand. “I didn’t know Daisy’s family lived in town.”

“Oh, we don’t exactly,” Jemma said airily. “But Fitz and I decided to take a trip down this way to see Daisy-- and meet you, of course.”

What? Before Daniel could ask why exactly his co-worker’s sister wanted to meet him, she continued, “In any case, I just wanted to say we’re looking forward to having you over for our pre-Christmas dinner in a few weeks. Mack and Yo-Yo are coming, and--”

“Hang on a second-- sorry,” Daniel interrupted, shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”

Jemma frowned. “Well-- didn’t Daisy tell you?”

“Tell me wh--”

“Jemma!”

Daniel turned reflexively at the sound of Daisy’s voice. His co-worker’s eyes were wide as they darted from him to Jemma and back. “Uh-- what are you doing here?”

“Fitz and I are in town,” Jemma said blithely, “and I thought I’d stop in and say hello to you and Daniel.” Leaning towards Daniel, she said in a conspiratorial tone, “You know, it took a lot of prying to get her to tell us about you. But she finally cracked over Thanksgiving. Oh-- don’t take that personally, she can be very private sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Daniel said slowly, his gaze flicking to Daisy. She wore an expression that he could only describe as “oh crap”. “I’ve noticed that.”

Jemma didn’t seem to notice as she added, “Well, I’m sure you’re able to get her to open up, since you’re her--”

“Jemma, can I talk to you real quick?” Daisy cut her off hastily. Not waiting for her sister to agree, she hustled around the counter and all but dragged Jemma into a corner. Daniel looked on, still confused, as they had a brief whispered argument which neither of them seemed to win, and then Jemma, joined by a shorter man with blond-ish hair, was all but shoved out of the bakery.

As she came back around the counter, Daniel lifted an eyebrow at her. “So, what was that about?”

Biting her lip, Daisy didn’t meet his gaze. “Uh. I kinda did something stupid over Thanksgiving. It may kinda have involved you.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Daniel said slowly.

“Oh, it was.” Taking a deep breath, Daisy met his eyes. “I accidentally told my family that we’re dating.”

“I-- what?” Daniel said, completely caught off guard. Of all the things he’d expected her to say, that was definitely not one of them.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Daisy said, which was definitely not true. “How on earth does someone accidentally tell their family that they’re dating someone? It kinda starts when you haven’t properly dated anyone in two or three years and your adopted sister who loves you and wants what’s best for you gets a little too invested in your potential love life. And then you tell them you’re with someone, which doesn’t go the way you want it to at all. Especially when, you know, you give them a random name and it just happens to be the name of one of the two co-workers you’ve actually talked about.” She paused for breath, glancing at Daniel anxiously.

“I guess that answers one of my questions,” Daniel said, because there wasn’t much else a person could say to that. Especially when his brain kept coming up with different reasons she would have chosen his name, of all names.

“I’m sorry,” Daisy said, wincing. “It was stupid, and I really shouldn’t have done it. Don’t worry, I’m gonna fix this. I’ll tell everyone at the pre Christmas dinner that we decided to just be friends, and it’ll all be over.” She started to head back behind the counter.

“Wait,” Daniel blurted out before she could move. Daisy paused, lifting a curious eyebrow at him. “Uh… it’s just, Christmas can’t be a fun time to tell your family you just broke up with your boyfriend,” he said.

“True-- there will be a lot of sympathetic looks,” Daisy said, making a face. “And maybe a few death threats-- I’m starting to think I didn’t think this through.”

Death threats? Daniel wondered, but brushed aside the thought. “Well, then, why deal with it now? We just continue the charade, but this time I actually know what’s going on.”

Daisy’s eyes widened. “Are you… offering to be my fake boyfriend?”

“I guess so, yeah,” Daniel said.

“Okay-- I don’t think you actually know what you’re getting yourself into,” Daisy warned him. “There will be interrogations from multiple members of my family. That includes anything from nosy questions about your life and our relationship, to possibly threats. Probably threats. And that’s just the beginning.”

“Ominous,” Daniel said, “but I’m pretty sure I can handle it. And I don’t have much going on-- when is this happening?”

“Probably next week,” Daisy said.

“Yeah, I’d probably be free,” Daniel said, which was true. His social calendar was far from filled up, other than the odd school function. Pausing, he added, “Well. I’m free if you need me to be. If you think this is a bad idea--”

“No,” Daisy said, cutting him off as she started to smile. “I think it’s a really good idea. There’s probably some stuff we should talk over beforehand--”

Piper's shout cut Daisy off before she could go any farther. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS CLAYNE CRAWFORD'S FAULT??”

Daniel turned to see Piper and Davis arguing, Davis gesticulating wildly as he spoke. Piper’s arms were folded and she glared daggers at her friend. “Oh, boy,” Daniel muttered. “Uh--” he glanced at Daisy.

“We should talk later,” she agreed. “I don’t have your number-- but I think I remember where your apartment is. I could stop by this evening around six?.”

“Sounds good,” Daniel said with a nod. “See you then-- I’d better go before Piper and Davis kill each other over… whatever they’re arguing about.”

“Their favorite tv show, I think,” Daisy observed.

“Good to know,” Daniel said. With that, he hurried over to where Piper and Davis were arguing. It took him a few minutes to diffuse the situation, and by the time he had he’d finally realized that he’d asked Daisy Johnson to come over to his house. Well, this should be interesting, he thought.

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Love and Red Ink

Varric tries his hand at a more literary Bildungsroman about his youth as a Kirkwall bohemian. Bianca tears it apart, editing for his own good. Sometimes love is in the margins, your almost ex-girlfriend telling you--I wasn't that pretty, when I was that young. Read on Archive of Our Own here.

Varric slips out of bed, sheets rustling, and puts his pants back on. He sneaks a quick glance at Bianca, who’s still sleeping. Her mouth is slightly agape, her hair dark with sweat. She looks old in the gray morning light, but they are old now. He’s turning forty in two months; she’ll be forty-two.

The inn she picked in Val Royeaux is adjacent to the alienage, and so accustomed to strange couplings. The clerks and the maids do not speak, and to those elves, every dwarf is interchangeable anyway. Her husband only gets angry when it’s too blatant, after all. The occasional assignation does no harm. It’s when they wander into the garden at Kirkwall parties, or spend whole Merchant Guild meetings giggling to each other, that he gets upset. Varric can’t blame him. He’d be upset too, if his wife were so obviously in love with another man.

Raggedly he drags his hand through his lank hair. He can’t think like this, let alone write. He finds a spare ribbon, borrowed from Daisy, in his coat pocket. Easier now he pulls back his hair, thinking he might have to order a bath, and perhaps Bianca can be coaxed to join him, she’s not due to meet the Comtesse ’til noon—and the words come marching orderly in their lines.

She snores gently, like a pampered house cat that still has its claws. The years have kept her svelte, her mouth as seductive as the first time he ever sank his teeth in, and Captain Donnen wipes the vestiges of plum lip-paint from his face. He leaves the mark on his collarbone; his shirt hides it, but he can feel it burning in his skin.

Varric grabs the leather-bound journal Hawke gave him for his birthday last year and throws himself onto his chair. He gropes about the desk, looking for a quill, but none the inn left have been sharpened. He’s got a new project going on, and he likes it, it’s easier to write than his detective stories, though he doesn’t think they’ll sell as well. He’s writing about love, real love for once, and he’s writing about youth. He’s writing about getting old. He’s writing about lovers who shouldn’t have been star-crossed, because the wedding was set, and he’s writing maybe about what could have happened if she showed up. He takes the quill and finds his penknife in his trouser pocket, almost ready to tack it down.

Then the words are gone, and he sees them for what they are: tawdry, tired, dull. Sighing, he gets up and opens the shutters. The morning flutters in, cracking the wheels of the wagons, the high voices of the sellers, the promise of spring. Varric turns around to look at Bianca, to see how the sunlight has transformed her, but she’s already up, half-dressed, her breasts swinging slightly as she laces herself into her boots first. He smiles. He’s never understood what she does that: put her trousers and shoes on first.

Bianca inquires, “Like the view?”

He gets behind her, rubbing himself against her as an answer, and traces his hands up her sides and onto her breasts. She laughs, leaning into him, and presses his hands onto her breasts.

“You don’t need to leave, not yet,” he says. She grinds into him as encouragement. This is why she puts her boots on first, he thinks. So they can do this.

“Babe,” Bianca says, “yes I do.” Now she pulls his arms away, gently. Varric sighs. She puts on her shirt but leaves it unbuttoned for now. She sits in the chair by the bed, but not on the bed, and grins up at him. “Besides, I don’t want to disturb you while you’re writing. You looked like you had a good idea.”

Varric waves a hand. “It’s crap. Most of the time, it’s always crap.”

Bianca shrugs. “Your readers say different.”

“Yeah, well, my readers aren’t that smart.”

“Hey, you said it, not me.” Bianca crosses her legs and begins doing up her shirt. “But at least you’re making people happy.”

Varric says, “You want to read what I’m working on now?”

“No.” It’s annoying how sexy she looks, saying that, staring up at him flatly.

Varric says, “Oh, come on, you never read my books. Why not just this once? I think you’d like this once.”

Bianca says, “I’m not your editor or your wife, Varric.” Varric flinches, and Bianca looks away. Grudgingly, she relents. “What’s it about?”

Varric offers her the notebook. He’s easy with letting people see first drafts, half the fun of writing is seeing how his friends like it. Hawke encourages his worst metaphor. Isabela, out of all people, makes him cut them back. Bianca’s never liked reading much, it’s something he’s learned to accept about her, but if it’s about them, perhaps it will be better this time.

He says, simply, “Us.”

Bianca’s eyebrows raise. She stares at the journal in his hand. “I don’t want to read that.”

Varric says, “We weren’t that dumb, when we were young. I changed the name. It’s not that autobiographical. No one would recognize it, besides you. Or Bartrand. And it’s not like he’s capable of reading anything right now.”

“Who wants to read about two rich kids deciding to listen to their parents?” Bianca says. “Who wants to read about getting old? You’re a good storyteller, Varric. Stick to your stories. You don’t need to tell truth.”

Varric grins. “Who said I didn’t exaggerate?”

“I’m certain you described my breasts as much bigger than they actually are,” Bianca says flatly. He waves the book around her, and her expression tightens. “Stop that.”

“Nah,” Varric says. “Make me.”

Her eyes narrow. She likes a challenge. She leaps from the chair, snatching it from his hand so fast he flinches. He forgets, sometimes, how much stronger she is than him. She keeps in better shape than him, she has to, being that involved in the Merchant’s Guild. The stakes are so high, when you’re trying to bribe your way back into Orzammar.

She flips the notebook open, turning to a random page, and reads aloud, “She was the flame in that dark garden, and we were all drawn to her, turned to little insects in her radiant light. It was cold that night in Kirkwall, and I remember stamping my feet to keep off the chill as I smoked, listening to the revelry in the ballroom. Then she stumbled past, brilliant in red velvet, and said, ‘Quick, hide me—I just poisoned Eldric’s lover. Oh, is that elfroot? I’ll take that too.’ Her chest heaved as she panted to catch her breath—Varric, what the fuck is this?” She’s laughing now. “You’re making me sound a lot more—edgy than I ever was.”

“You were edgy,” Varric says helplessly. “You were the first dwarven woman I met who didn’t give a damn for the rules.”

“My mom told me to poison Amara,” Bianca giggles. “And I was the one who had the elfroot.”

Stonyfaced he watches her attempt and fail to suppress her laughter. She turns to another page, throwing herself back into the chair. Varric watches impassively. He’s remembering why he stopped pressing her to read his writing. She’s always such a bitch about it.

Bianca says, “Oh, Varric. I was never that pretty, not even when I was young.”

“You’re beautiful,” Varric almost croaks.

Bianca says, “You’re sweet, but I’m not. And I’ve never tried to be. If you were going to write about me, that should’ve been it. About a girl who says she’s not going to be a noble-hunter and wins an apprenticeship to a mechanic instead. About the first surfacer paragon. Or the first surfacer who they said should be a paragon, and how I built my clan back up.”

“Which you’ve done,” Varric says, “beautifully.”

She rolls her eyes. “And what’s this? Really, Varric, your prose is purple but this is a bit much. How many times are you going to compare me to a flame? I thought you hated the heat. Is that the point? Is it a metaphor, for how I burned you?”

Varric takes the notebook from her, scowling. “Alright, alright. That’s enough, you don’t need to go on about it. I just…I just wanted to try something different, that’s all. Sorry I didn’t write when we first me the way you liked it. I always thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d laid eyes on. Brilliant. That’s what I was trying to say.”

Bianca softens, and she pushes herself up and into him. Stiffly, he lets her maneuver around him. She pats the side of his face twice, like a slap without heat—or the way you dismiss a child. “Then just say it. You don’t need to write it. You always get me wrong, that’s why we never worked.”

“We still work,” Varric says. “We’re here, aren’t we?”

Bianca says, “Stick to your crime novels, babe. That’s the sort of shit people want to leave.” Gently Varric disentangles him from her. He grabs his shirt and finishes dressing. He can hear her behind him, getting ready. He needs a bath, he needs a shave, he needs to wash his hair.

Bianca opens the door. “Don’t take it too personally. I hate romance. Sorry I was so harsh. Anyway, I have to get to work.”

Varric says, “Yeah.” He leans against the desk, away from the window. Despite the sun the room feels inexorably dim, or maybe it’s his heart. He wants a drink. He’ll get a bath instead.

“I’ll see you when I see you?” Bianca flashes a smile and lets the door shut. He closes his eyes and listens for her heavy footsteps down the hall, then onto the staircase, each step creaking as she launches herself out of the inn and into the next step of her career.

He thinks, I shouldn’t write about something that never fucking ends.

#love and red ink #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age fanfic #da fanfic #varric/bianca #varric tethras #bianca davri #varric tethras/bianca davri #unhealthy relationships #cheating #missing moment

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barbarasbae · 3 years

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Even in Hawkins- First of Many

Part 16 master list

Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader x Steve Harrington

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, family units/children are had, 18+, Billy is a pile of mush for his family

heres a corny ending to something i’ve been working on for a year and a half. might post one of the better versions of it later but heres an ending for now

You excited?” Y/n teased Billy, sliding hands under his zip up. “I guess.”

“What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow, eyes flitting over her body. “I’m in a hoodie and sweatpants and you’re in that.” That being jeans with one of his button up shirts.

“You get to wear whatever you want on dates when you save the world.” She tugged gently on a curl. He huffed, pulling his omega into a hug. His omega had a nice sound to it. “Smell so good.” Y/n trilled, squeezing him gently. The doorbell rang, startling them both. She scrunched his hair on his scalp, him smacking her hands away. “You’re trying to make me look worse.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to even look bad, Bill.” He rolled his eyes. He still wasn’t used to the gnarled scars after having them for almost two months. “Don’t roll your eyes at me mister.”

“I’ll roll them if I want. They feel like the only part of me that can move right now.” He retorted, Y/n sticking her tongue out at him and opening the front door. “Hey Steve.”

“Hi...I brought you these.” He held out flowers to Y/n with a blush. “Thank you.”

“And I brought you this.” He gave Billy a box, the blond taking it with shaking hands. “Do you need your medicine?” Y/n asked quietly when she noticed. He shook his head, opening the box to a sand dollar earring. It made him chuckle. “Thanks, pretty boy.”

Billy shut the door behind Steve, Y/n in the kitchen making popcorn. “Can I kiss you?” Steve asked Billy, stepping into his space. “W-uh, sure.” Billy was red faced, Steve placing his hands on Billy’s wrist and hip, giving him a gentle kiss. Billy followed him as he pulled back, Steve laughing under his breath. “There can be more of that later if you want.” Billy nodded, getting a barked out laugh from the tall omega. “I have a couple different movies.” Y/n announced, bowl of popcorn in her arms. They made their way to the living room, Billy stopping her before they made it to the couch. He cupped her face in his hands, giving her a long wet kiss. It made her smile. “What was that for?” He shook his head, kissing her forehead. “Ooh, let’s watch this one.” Steve held up The Terminator.

Everything was going well, an omega on each side of Billy. Y/n tucked her nose in Billy’s neck, her hand on his stomach. Steve was holding his free hand. Billy pulled his hand back and slid an arm around Steve’s shoulder, the older boy smiling at the pink faced blond. “Can you take some of the blankets off? It’s getting hot.” He asked Y/n, kissing her temple. “Why are you being so sweet?” She asked quietly, hugging him again, hand sliding a little farther down to his thigh. He shrugged before suddenly stiffening, Steve’s hand on his other thigh. “I forgot how horny The Terminator makes you.” He teased Y/n, her glaring at him. The boys laughed, but fell back into silence fairly quickly. Steve palmed over Billy’s sweatpants-covered dick, the blond blushing. “Is this okay? I can stop. Just tell me if-”

“This is fine.” Billy grit out. “Are you okay? Y/n asked, sitting up. He nodded. Steve did it one more time, smirking. “Gonna cum already, alpha?” Billy let out a soft whimper, bringing a smile to their faces. Y/n sat on her knees and faced Billy, purring in his ear, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh. “I’m- I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Steve got up and pulled the blanket off of Billy, gently pushing the alpha’s thighs open. “Shit, Billy.” Y/n moaned, pre-cum staining his sweatpants where his dick was straining against them. “I wanna ride you.” She cooed, kissing his ear. Steve got between Billy’s legs, nosing at the bulging erection. Billy grunted softly, gripping Y/n’s thigh. “Such a big dick, alpha.” Steve purred, dragging his tongue over the blond’s cloth covered erection. Billy whined, Y/n making the start of a hickey appear on his neck. Steve sucked the tip into his mouth, Billy jerking his hips and gasping. Both omegas watched cum soak his boxers and sweats, purring. “That feels good, huh?” Y/n asked, rubbing Billy’s shoulder. “Shit.” He croaked, Steve getting up with a pout. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to suck him off.” Billy was panting a little harder. “You okay, babe? Steve, can you get him some water?”

“I’m not a baby.” Billy protested, nose to nose with his girlfriend. “I know. Just don’t wanna over do it. Was scary to not have you around.” She told him, nuzzling into him. Steve handed Billy a cup, the omega sitting next to him, both omegas watching him drink. “Stop acting like I’m gonna drown in a cup of water.”

“Sorry.”

Billy changed and came back to Y/n and Steve scenting each other, her practically in his lap. “Keep watching?” He asked, grabbing the remote. “Sure.”

They finished the movie, Steve saying he had to work tomorrow. “Don’t usually put out on the first date but it was fun.” He was blushing. Y/n nodded, Billy smiling. He had a good feeling about this.

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Billy woke up slowly. It was so nice and warm but his alarm was blaring on the nightstand. “Fuck…” He groaned, arm over his eyes. “Fuck!” A high pitched little voice parroted, giggling. Billy shot up, seeing his 4 year old daughter sitting at the end of the bed. “No,no no we don’t say that, Daisy.”

“Fuck.” She declared, little brows furrowed in determination. “Daisy, it’s not a nice word.”

“But you said it.” She pouted, Billy getting up and holding her on his hip. “I did. Let’s just not tell mommy, okay?” She nodded, hugging him. “Where’s Steve?” Billy called to Y/n as he entered the kitchen. She was making food for their 7 and 5 year old sons. “He’s getting dressed.”

Billy set Daisy in her chair and kissed the back of Y/n’s shoulder. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, stinky breath.” She teased, Billy blowing a raspberry on her neck that got her to squeal. Steve came into the kitchen in blue scrubs, Y/n handing him his lunchbox. “Be safe. Love you.” She kissed Steve’s cheek, Billy rubbing his nose against the tall omega’s. “I’m gonna be late. Love you too. Bye babies.” Y/n smiled as the brunet planted wet kisses on each kid, Daisy giving him one back. Billy hugged Y/n, her leaning into him. “You okay this morning?”

“Yeah. Just enjoying my pack. I love you.”

“I love you too. You’re on bath duty.”

“Nooo!” Came a chorus of protests. Y/n laughed. “Good luck.”

“Who needs luck when you have talent?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Sure, big man.”

Billy stuck his tongue out at her and snatched up Axle, the youngest boy. She did it back. “What?” She asked him, the blond looking over her. “Nothing. Just enjoying the view.”

“Such a dork, Billy.”

“Isn’t that how I charmed you?”

“No. That was a special feature I had to unlock. Go bathe your filthy child.” She teased, Axle protesting that he wasn’t filthy. Steve came back through the door. “You okay?”

“Roads closed because of snow. Couldn’t get out of the neighborhood.”

“Lucky us.” She kissed his pink nose, helping him take off the layers. “Stop ‘enjoying the view’ and give him a bath.” She told Billy. He put his son down and told him to meet him in the bathroom. “Did I ever tell you what I wanted the first time I saw you guys?” They shook their heads, Y/n hugging Steve. “Wanted you both. Wanted a pack. Can’t believe I pulled it off.”

“DAD!” Billy cringed and left them, the omegas giggling as their kids followed Billy into the bathroom. “How’d we ever go for that?”

“Hm?” Steve was playing with the hem of her shirt. “Sorry, I was thinking about all the stuff we like to do on my days off.” His hand slid around to her ass, squeezing.

“Problem, all the kids will have the day off too.”

“Damn, it’s like we enjoy making them or something” He joked, Y/n smiling up at him. “I think you both lucked out that The Terminator makes me horny.”

“God that’s so lame!

“It’s true though. I’ve always been mad I didn’t get to see Bill dressed up like him in ‘84” Steve groaned. “I feel like we’d be in a much different situation now,”

“Probably.” They giggled.

Billy heard his mates laughing in the kitchen, the kids making a mess of water. Thank god 17 year old Billy was a huge perv. Billy was never gonna get used to how lucky he’s got it.

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"Do that again and you’ll regret it.” Give me some protective jonmartin.

Here you go! This takes place somewhere in Season Four, for context.

He shouldn’t be up there.

Martin told him to stay away, to stop following him and ‘knowing’ his location. And Jon respected that, truly.

But it wasn’t technically against the rules to wander on the third floor where Elias’s office happened to be. He wasn’t forbidden from any part of the Institute. Jon had as much a right as anyone to go on walkabout and pass by the door. He shivered, wondering if Martin could sense he was nearby. Was that something he was capable of? The Lonely was tricky, and trying to know Peter Lukas’s plans hadn’t ended well.

He had to bite down the familiar pang of anxiety that shot through his chest as he came in sight of the door. Jon remembered the times he spent in here, first as a lowly researcher, thinking he was about to get fired and instead getting promoted. And then times that followed- Elias’s frustration with his lack of progress, Jon’s pleas for CO2 during the Prentiss incident, the paranoid searching. Worst, though, were the times when Jon actually got some answers. He remembered bleeding on Elias’s floor after the confrontation with Daisy and being dead on his feet as he defended him from Melanie’s attack. He found that almost preferable to the cold, harsh silence that greeted him today.

And it was getting colder. Daisy had stolen him a thick wool cardigan from Basira’s desk that he was wearing now, though it barely protected him from the current chill. It was almost icy, and there was a strange fogginess to the air that clouded his vision. The ache of old injuries intensified, as it always did in the cold. He was supposed to have so much power, and yet he felt annoyingly helpless and vulnerable.

“And what do you think you’re doing, Archivist?” The voice was cheery and bright, but somehow empty.

Peter Lukas.

He turned to find him standing in front of the door, at odds with the austere decoration of the Institute in his weather-beaten coat and worn trousers. Elias’s choice in colleagues had always confounded him and Lukas was no different. Jon wrapped his arms around his torso, a sad attempt at warmth as he struggled to find a response. “I’m- I’m just l-looking-”

Peter scoffed, his expression blasé. “God, you’re a sad little thing. Why did Elias pick you, I wonder?” Jon scowled, the offense enough to muster up some fight within him.

“I-I want to talk to Martin,” he said, attempting authority and failing around chattering teeth. He was never fond of the cold, but this...this he could feel in his bones. “I-I need to...to speak with him-”

“He doesn’t want to talk to you,” Peter theatrically sighed, as if breaking terrible news to a friend. “Why do you think he sent me out here?”

Jon flinched at the words. Would Martin really do that, send Peter Lukas in his stead? Was he so opposed to seeing Jon that he’d throw him to the wolves, or lone wolf, in this case? He wouldn’t- he wouldn’t-

“It’s no wonder that girl scratched her eyes out, having to be around you lot day in and day out.” The words were so casually said and yet brutal in their message. Lukas was getting closer, and Jon took a stumbling step back. “And the Detective? She’d rather travel the globe, going on imaginary monster hunts instead of handling the one in her office.” Monster. Monster. Monster. The cold was closing in and Jon was trapped against the wall as his vision started to fade.

It was true. Nothing Peter said was objectively wrong, and the both of them knew it. Jon was alone, as he always had been and always would be. Only wanted as a pawn in someone’s grand plan with no worth otherwise. Give him his lines and he’d follow the script, desperate to deliver.

“And the hunter? What does she see in you? A friend? No, I don’t think so.” Jon sank to the floor as Peter towered above him, his words taunting. “I think she sees prey. An unfinished hunt. Just biding her time, and then-” A snap of his fingers. Jon dimly registered that the man was still talking, but he couldn’t hear him anymore. Just howling winds and then that cold, unbearable nothing.

He was so tired. It was nice to see nothing. Maybe he should stay here, wherever here was, cold and alone and unable to cause any harm. Wouldn’t it be a relief, to be forgotten and ignored instead of pitied and blamed? The hurt was a dull ache but a sharp relief to his usual agony. Yes, it would be nice to stay.

But then there was a warmth. Not much, barely worth mentioning. But it was there, and it was strange.

“What are you…”

Was someone touching his arm? No, that wasn’t possible. He was alone. Had always been alone and-

“...only having some fun, Martin-”

Martin. That was a good name. Soft, warm and familiar. His mind played a nasty trick, imagining Martin gently holding him, rubbing warmth back into his arms. It was a solid memory, as if it were right in front of him. The fog was dissipating and his thoughts became less muddied. He was...he was somewhere again. But where? A voice cut through the remaining fog.

“Do that again and you’ll regret it.”

Martin. His voice was cold and angry, but it didn’t matter. Martin was here. Martin was here and holding him safe and close. He wanted to meet his eyes, wanted to match the voice to the face. But he didn’t, instead burrowing close in the man’s arms.

“Oh, I hope you know what you’re doing.” The disappointed voice that sent him to that desolate place was back and Jon gripped at Martin’s jumper, fighting an urge to cover his ears as the wind picked up and the cold leeched in and-

“Jon, it’s alright. He’s gone, okay? I won’t let him do that again, I promise.” He was rubbing a hand up and down Jon’s back in comfort, a touch he barely remembered but eagerly welcomed. It took a few minutes for the shaking to subside, all the while Martin kept up that soothing murmur. He finally pulled back but only slightly, just enough to meet Martin’s eyes. They were warmer and kinder than they’d been in some time. He wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t seem angry. Jon wanted to thank him, beg him to stay at his side but all that comes out is a tiny whisper.

“I-I was alone.”

Martin paused, considering Jon’s words.

“Now you’re not.”

It was not a promise. Jon knew that. Martin wouldn’t leave his lonely office, but he was still in there, somewhere, with his unknowable plans and fiercely loving heart. Jon saw it in the way he helped him down to the Archives, not saying a word as he deposited him on the couch into Daisy’s waiting hands. Jon tasted it in the tea he made before he returned upstairs, warm and overly-sweet and just the way he liked it. He felt it when he woke up in his cot, curled in a familiar blue jumper.

Martin wasn’t back, no. But he wasn’t lost.

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queercapwriting · 3 years

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I haven't seen a good Fitzskimmons in a while, so if we could get something with them Cap that'd be great. Maybe juggling the holiday traditions Fitz and Simmons are used to with the desire to create new ones for Skye/Daisy whose upbringing didn't really lend itself to great holiday memories?

It was her first Christmas season with the team, and she felt more out of place than usual.

“Why is Fitz...” Skye tilted her head, unsure how to finish her question. Apparently, Simmons didn’t find that unusual. Of course she didn’t - completing someone else’s sentences was completely normal for her. And there she went.

“Locked in his bunk with a great big Do Not Enter sign on it, blasting heavy metal Christmas music?” Simmons supplied.

Skye squinted and bit her bottom lip. “Yes?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him. It’s just something he does every holiday season. He used to transform his room in the Academy into a little Santa’s workshop. The things he invents during the holiday season... One year, he made me a self-sustaining...”

Skye lost track of Simmons’ excited stream of words and stories and memories.

She didn’t have anything like that. And Fitz-Simmons already had their own holiday traditions, it seemed.

May and Coulson probably did, too.

Best if she just left well enough alone.

So she smiled and nodded and acted suitably impressed when it seemed appropriate.

Skye didn’t realize that Simmons noticed. No one ever had before, so why should anybody now?

Skye didn’t realize that Simmons cracked the holiday lock on Fitz’s door (she might be biochem, not engineering, but she knew how to apply Skye’s algorithms when she needed to) and sat on his bed, patiently ignoring his red face and stammering so she could explain that they needed to make extra sure that Skye feels welcome during her first Christmas on the bus.

And Skye had no way of knowing that Fitz’s eyes had lit up, because he was already on it.

She had fully prepared herself to wake up on Christmas morning in a certified mood. Fully prepared herself to put on a fake smile as she watched everyone else do their thing, then throw herself headlong into some assignment that could definitely wait, but that she’d treat like it was the most urgent thing on the planet.

She had not, in any way, prepared herself for Fitz-Simmons to wake her up by pounding on her door, shouting about Christmas and Santa Claus before rapidly descending into a loud discussion of the physics of reindeer-led sleighs and faster than light travel.

She yanked her door open, not caring that her hair was a mess, not caring that her t-shirt was rumpled from sleep, not remembering that she had only boy shorts, and no pants.

“The one day off we’ve had in centuries, and you’re waking me up because - “

“Because we have all these presents for you, Skye!” Fitz said, Santa hat yanked down over his ears, remote controls in his hands, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jemma tugged her into a tight, full-bodied hug that made Skye gulp and - she couldn’t help it - rest her cheek on Jemma’s shoulder, just for a second, just for a moment.

She didn’t know what to say as Jemma took her hand - she gulped again - and dragged her through the bus to where Fitz had set up a massive tree overnight, stacked high with gifts, a full quarter of them for Skye.

A fully functional, impeccably accurate model of her van. (From Fitz, with proud support and car nerdery assistance from Coulson.)

The most souped-up laptop she could ever imagine (and she imagined a lot), completely customized to her, down to her preferred typing patterns and with a keypad molded to her own hands. (From Fitz, with enthusiastic input from Simmons.)

A perfectly rendered painting of what the night sky(e) would look like from LA, without all the light pollution. (No one took credit for this one, but May actually smiled, like fully smiled, when Skye looked at her with tears in her eyes).

“You’re part of the family now, Skye,” Fitz told her when he tugged his own Santa hat off her head and placed it on hers.

“No escaping it now,” Simmons added.

She spent a good part of that morning crying alone in her bunk. From happiness, for once.

+++

It was another few years before they were all able to celebrate Christmas together again.

When Jemma first came home from Maveth, she’d hardly been up for a romantic dinner alone with Fitz, let alone a whole Christmas celebration with the family.

On Christmas Eve, Simmons shared a quiet glass of wine with Daisy, and whatever else she and Fitz did to commemorate the evening, Daisy had no clue.

She had fun with Hunter and Bobbi and Mack - it was warm and it was sweet and it was family - but she missed Simmons. She missed Fitz.

She wondered, though she tried not to, if their first Christmas together had also been their last.

If the universe had been so cold to Fitz-Simmons that they’d only ever be each other’s warmth. If Daisy had no other part in it.

But then the next morning came. Christmas morning.

The knock on her door was soft and tentative.

Jemma.

Daisy almost tripped over her blankets to answer quickly. She could never get to Jemma quickly enough.

“Daisy,” Jemma said, the name still feeling new on her lips. But Daisy had meant what she’d said - Jemma really could call her whatever she wanted. “Merry Christmas.”

She held out a mug of cocoa, topped with so much whipped cream that Daisy couldn’t help but smile. Even with everything that had been going on, Jemma must have noticed how much more into sugar Daisy had found herself, after everything with her parents.

“Merry Christmas.”

Daisy thought that maybe their eyes lingered together for a moment longer than they normally would, a moment longer than someone else might consider appropriate.

“I made Christmas pancakes. For you, and for Fitz. Do you want to come back to our room? Share them with us, before Fitz eats them all?”

For you, and for Fitz. Our room. With us. Daisy’s head spun.

She cleared her throat. “What are Christmas pancakes?”

“The greatest pancakes ever to exist, Daisy!” Fitz called from down the hall.

Jemma giggled softly. Once again, she held out her hand for Daisy. Once again, Daisy took it.

Once again, Christmas felt like it could be... home.

+++

“My father didn’t believe in holidays, not really,” Fitz told Jemma and Daisy. After the Framework. After all the torture and all the death and all the... all of it. “Celebrating was a womanly activity,” he said. His eyes were far away.

Daisy met Jemma’s eyes. Tears were burning there - Fitz was learning to talk about his father, but slowly. Slowly. Jemma’s hand absently traced the spot on her leg where Leopold - where Fitz - had shot her.

Fitz noticed. He knelt, immediately, and replaced Jemma’s fingers with his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. Daisy had lost track of the number of times he’d apologized.

“I was only in there for a day, and I did terrible things too, Fitz,” she reminded him.

She brought her fingers to his chin, tilted his head up so he would look at her. She glanced at Jemma - she was still new at this. At all of this. At figuring out where she fit in their relationship, in their love. She’d been especially nervous about it, around the holidays. Figuring out where she fit, how she fit.

Was Jemma the only one allowed to comfort Fitz, like this? But Jemma smiled and took Daisy’s free hand.

Fitz looked up at her like his life hung on her next words.

And maybe they did.

But he didn’t let her speak them. He’d told her and Jemma, so many times, that comforting him wasn’t their job. Not about this.

They tried, anyway, and they did, anyway.

But he tried, too.

So he tilted his head so his lips kissed her palm.

“It’s Christmas, Daisy,” he smiled, with his eyes more than his lips. He kissed Jemma’s leg once more before he stood, and offered them both his hands. “My point about my father wasn’t to get lost in the past. It was to a build a future. Our future. He didn’t believe in holidays, but I do. Because you deserve them, Daisy. For yourself. And with us. So...”

He led them both off the Quinjet. He and Jemma had refused to tell Daisy where they were going, or why they were dressed so damn warmly.

Daisy gasped when he opened the bay doors.

He and Jemma had brought her... Christmas.

An immaculate igloo, big enough to fit Daisy’s entire history of crowded rooms with no real connections, complete with a smoking chimney that spoke of a warm fire inside. Two massive evergreen trees on either side of it, all strung with softly glowing white lights. A field of uninterrupted snow, as far as her eyes could see.

She didn’t ask how he’d managed to engineer it all.

She didn’t ask why he’d done this for her. He’d already said - he thought she deserved it.

When Mack emerged from the igloo, mugs of cocoa in his hands and Yo-Yo and Flint trying to get reindeer antlers on his head, May and Coulson next to them, it occurred to Daisy that FitzSimmons - her FitzSimmons - weren’t giving her anything she didn’t already have.

The three of them made a family together long ago. They just wanted to make sure she always knew.

Fitz held her hand while Jemma kissed her lips. Deke whooped from somewhere behind Mack. Flint snapped endless photos mid-laugh, because he’d never gotten over the whole idea of cameras. May tossed a snowball at Coulson, who promptly fell into a heap of fresh snow.

Home. FitzSimmons had brought her home for Christmas.

And for maybe the first time, she didn’t question it.

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liviavanrouge · 8 months

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Anne Overblot pt 2

Anne: *Shrieks in anger, Ramona firing a ball of ice at her* LEAVE ME ALONE!! PROMISE BREAKERS!!

Delilah: *Runs in, her eyes wide, Sparky beside her* Oh no!

Sparky: We're too late!

Anne: *Swats Hunter away, sending him crashing into a wall*

Clover: HUNTER!!

Daisy: Anne! You hurt big brother!!!

Anne: GO AWAY!!! LIARS! DECIEVERS!!

Daisy: *Narrows her eyes, magic surrounding her* Big sis has forgotten that Papa and Father do try their hardest!! They can't be everywhere at once!

Clover: Daisy?!!

Daisy: ANNE, SNAP OUT OF IT!! -SLEEP POISON-!!

Anne: *Looks at her arms, quickly trying to shake the purple poison spores off* Wh-What?!

Clover: *Gasps as Anne starts to sway* Daisy, do it again!

Daisy: B-But I don't even know what I did!

Ramona: Little cousin, just breath and focus!

Daisy: *Sighs, relaxing her body* ....Sleep Wonderfully, Sleep Soundy, Sleep till you can't hear me....

Daisy: -Sleep Poison-

Anne: *Falls over, poison spores sticking to her body*

Hunter: *Groans, sitting up* Geez

Delilah: *Stares feeling something wrong then grabs her Sight Pen, aiming it at Anne*

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Delilah: *Looks around finding herself in a white room, Anne standing not too far from her*

Anne: Growing up, I've always admired my parents...My Father's dedication to his modeling and my Papa's dedication to being by my father's side

Anne(5 years old): PAPA! FATHER!

Vil: Anne?

Anne: I got the lead role! They said I was better than Neige's daughter!

Vil: Good job Anne!

Golden: *Chuckles* We're proud of you, you put in the hard work and here's the result!

Vil: Want us to help you practice, Anne?

Golden: We have spare time!

Anne: Yes! Yes please!

----

Delilah: *Stares as the memory faded away*

Anne: I loved making my parents proud, seeing their smiles always brought joy to me

Anne: I used to practice with them both, and they'd always tell me that I did so well and that I'd go far...but we started getting distant...

Anne(7 years old): Papa, Father? You'll come to the play right?

Vil: Not this Anne, we're sorry but we have to leave early, we'll be working late...

Golden: Auntie Livia and Uncle Jack will be there, they're coming to watch you! They'll record it for us!

Anne: But I want you guys there....

Vil: We know love, we wanna be there too, but my schedules busy and your father is my bodyguard

Golden: I wanna take the day off but the other guards are incompetent so I gotta be there in case anything happens

Anne: Oh....okay...I'm sorry for complaining

Vil: Anne baby-

Vil's manager: We gotta go!

Vil: We'll talk later

Anne: Okay...

----

Delilah: *Reaches out, touching the memory stunned*

Anne: I knew they wouldn't always be around, it was fun hanging with Aunt Livia and Uncle Jack but...it wasn't the same

Anne: I started avoiding my parents, they had gotten busier as time went on, making empty promises that hurt my feelings more as time went on

Anne(12 years old): Thanks Daisy...

Vil: Anne, want us to help you practice?

Golden: We have the week off, which means we can see your play!

Anne: No...I don't want your help....

Vil: Anne...

Anne: I've been fine practicing on my own, I'm busy please excuse me

Golden: Anne what's the matter?

Anne: I'm tired okay! I've been practicing all day for this play! One you guys aren't even gonna show up at!!

Vil: Anne, we're gonna be there for this one! We swear!

Anne: Yeah...okay...do whatever...

----

Anne: *Rubs her eyes as tears started to fall* I understand that they're busy! I know they won't always have time for us!

Anne: It still hurts, it still makes me feel weak! I told myself to stop depending on them to come but I still do!

Anne: *Turns away, covering her face* I wish I never existed....

----

??? And ???: ANNE BABY!!!!

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Mini Fanfic #799: Last Night's Loving (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

9:34 a.m. at Isle Defino's Patio.......

Luigi: (Giggles Ticklishly by Daisy Kisses While Sitting on her Lap)

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) Looks like someone's in a good mood this morning~

Cloud: What's the occasion?

Daisy: (Turns to Cloud and Tifa) Oh it's nothing too special~ Just the fact that Weegie and I had ourselves the best night ever last night!~

Dedede: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion While Eating his Breakfast) "Best night ever"? What y'all did that was so special?

Luigi: It's nothing too crazy. I asked Daisy to do a special kind of flavor for me last night and the rest of history. (Turns to Daisy with a Soft Smile) I can't thank you enough for that by the way, dear.

Daisy: (Smiles Back at Her Man) Sweetie, we talked about this~ You don't need to thank me for all that.

Luigi: I know, but.....I can't help it. I know it wasn't the first time we did this sort of thing, but I....(Suddenly Starts Blushing)....honestly had no idea you would be so GOOD at something like this, you know?

Dedede: (Pause from Eating) Wait. What now?

Daisy: (Giggles Softly) Seriously, Luigi~ You're giving me too much here~ I'm just happy you had yourself a good time.

Luigi: I did. And umm.....I.... wouldn't mind if we.....do...."it" again..... Y-You know! While we're still on vacation together and stuff! A-And only if you really want to, of course!

Dedede: "It"?

Daisy: (Giggles Softly) Babe, you know I wouldn't mind doing it again!~ (Whispers into Luigi's Ear in a Seductive Voice) All you gotta do is ask and I'll give you all the loving in the world~ (Kiss Luigi's Cheek)

Dedede: (Eyes Widened) "Loving!?"

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) Thanks, Daisy~

Tifa: (Gushes a Little on How Cute Their Fellow Couple Are Being Right Now) Aww~

Cloud: ('Sigh')

Dedede stares at the giggling couple while mentally trying to figure out what exactly they're talking about right now. Mostly with the "it" and "loving". It goes on for a couple of seconds until......

'Ding'

Dedede: (Immediately Got Up From his Seat) OH SHIT!! Ohh shit!! (Burst Out Laughing While Pointing at Luigi) HEHEHEHEHEH! AHH! NO! (Starts Walking Around the Back of the Patio) No! That is NOT happening right now!! NO! My boy Weegie got PEGGED last night!!! AHAHAHAHA!

Luigi: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief at Whole Scene Playing Out) I'm starting to regret speaking right now......

Daisy: (Hugs Luigi Supporting) It's okay, sweetie. Every laugh he makes will be how many times I kick his ass.

Luigi: ('Sigh') Daisy, no.

Daisy: Daisy, yes. You know I don't play when it comes to people making of fun of you.

Luigi: ('Sigh') I know. Just..... try going easy on him this time, okay?

Daisy: ('Sigh') I'll try....

Dedede: (Got Back to the Patio and Place his Hand on Luigi's Shoulder) Oho MAN! This is the best thing ever! Ahahaha!~ I mean....I never thought I would see the day! But CHRIST ON A STICK, I'M GLAD I DID! Cause I-

Daisy: (Immediately Slams her Hands at the Table While Growling Menacingly at Dedede)

Dedede: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Complete Fear) You know, on second thought.....(Gulps While Sitting Himself Down) I'll just shut my mouth up now.....

Daisy: Good choice......

Luigi: ('Sighs Heavily') Laughing aside, the majesty is right. Daisy and I had a pegging session last night. And....(Starts Blushing Again) I-I....really liked it a lot....I know it's really weird to say, but-

Tifa: (Gives Luigi a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Hey now. There is absolutely nothing wrong with liking something like that, Luigi.

Cloud: Tifa's right. And besides, truth be told, I.....like that kind of thing too.....

Luigi/Daisy: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) You WHAAAAAT!?

Cloud: ('Sigh') Yeah. You heard me. I like getting pegged too.

Tifa: (Happily Hugs Cloud Next to Her) By yours truly, of course!~

Dedede: (Tries Containing Himself From Laughing Again (With Very Little Prevail)) C-Cloudy Boy too....Pffffttt HA-

Tifa: (Immediately Gets Up From her Seat and Slams the Table While Giving Dedede a Dark, Menacing Glare) ........................................

Dedede: (Eyes Widened in Fear Again) I-I don't think that was all that funny. (Clears His Throat While Turning Away the Gang) Not in the slightest.....

Tifa: (Sighs While Seating Back Down) Thank you, your majesty. But yes. (Smiles Back at Luigi and Daisy) Cloud and I have pegging sessions of our own too.

Cloud: It all started back when we were in Hollow Baston. We came by from a date night and Tifa suggested we should do something special for rest of the night. So we started the whole pegging session and......(Smiles a Little While Blushing) it was nice.

Luigi/Daisy: Awwwwwwwww!~

Cloud: Eyes Widened Once He Realized Luigi and Daisy Are Gushing Over Him) B-But umm....('Clears Throat') Like we said before, there's nothing wrong with liking this sort of stuff, Luigi. I promise.

Samus: (Made Her Way to the Table While Caring a Cup of Coffee) Morning, losers. (Sips on the Cup of Coffee) What you're talking about this time?

Daisy: (Turns to Samus) Morning, Sammy. We were talking the pegging session Weegie and I had together last night. (Points at Dedede) That was until Sir Laughing-ton over here started laughing once he figured it all out.

Dedede: Hey! It ain't my fault it was fun-

Daisy, Cloud, and Tifa immediately glares back at Dedede in silence.

Dedede: (Eyes Widened in Fear Yet Again Before Quickly and Nervously Sipping on his Cup of Orange Juice)

Samus: Pegging Session, huh? Yeah, I experienced one of those before.

Luigi/Daisy: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You DID!!!?

Samus: Yeah. It all happened after the date night Chun-Li and I had together a week or two ago. We thought about doing the it back at her place, since Fox was looking after her daughter back at the mansion. And....the rest was history.

Daisy: Wait. So does that mean you was really actually the-

Samus: Pegg-y? Yeah I was. It was pretty fun for most part. (Suddenly Starts Blushing While Thinking About Her Girlfriend) Mostly....cause Chun-Li was......really good at the whole thing, but um....('Clears Throat') I digress.

Daisy: (Turns to Luigi) You see that, Luigi? If Samus and Cloud are into this sort of thing, then there's no reason for you to be embarrassed.

Samus: Daisy's right, Weeg. (Gently Ruffles the Top of Luigi's Hair) There's no shame in liking that kind of kink, you know?

Cloud/Tifa: (Nodded in Agreement)

Luigi: Yeah.....(Slowly Starts to Smile Softly) Yeah. You guys are rig-

Dedede: AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!

Everyone turn their heads to the laughing King Dedede in silence with a hint of irritation.

Dedede: (Tries Calming Himself Down While Wiping Off a Single Tear From his Eyes) Sorry..... about all of that y'all...... I-It's just...... Never in ALL MY LIFE I would imagine that Samus Aran, the Fearless Bounty Hunter of all the Galaxy, would be a Peg-yhehehehehehe!~ (Continues Laughing Out Loud)

Samus: (Takes a Long, Deep Breath) Alright. (Gets Up From her Seat and Made Her Way to the Laughing King)

Few Seconds Later..............

Dedede: AHHHHHHHH! (Gets Thrown into the Pool like Fountain by Samus)

'SPLASH'

Dedede: (Immediately Rises Up From the Bottom of the Foundation and Flap his Arms Up and Down in Fear) AHH! ('Pants') I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL OF Y'ALL! ('Pants') WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THAT!? ('Pants') Y'ALL KNOW I CAN'T SWIM!!! ('Pants'). HELP ME UP ALREADY!!!

Samus: (Sighs in a Satisfied Manner While Watching Dedede Face his Punishment) Don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling much better now.

Tifa: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah.

Cloud: Same.

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) I'm golden already!

Luigi: I agree. (Quickly Turns to the Gang With a Bit of a Worried Look on his Face) B-But....We're not ......seriously going to leave him out there, are we?

Daisy: (Wrapped her Arm Around Luigi's Shoulder) No worries, babe. We're not that cruel. Let's wait till his twenty seconds are up to help him, 'kay?

Luigi: Alright.

Dedede: COME ON, MANNNNNN!!!!

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highladyluck · 3 years

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Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag playlist

Direct link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KLghlM9nCF1WLKBNoLt5z?si=b1e1d244810e4ae9

26 songs, 1 hr 23 min. A character playlist for Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag, aka the High Lady, aka the Daughter of the Nine Moons, aka “Precious” but only if you’re Mat Cauthon, aka Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag, aka the Empress of Seanchan.

She’s a fascinating mixture of good and evil, person and tool, sympathetic and unsympathetic by turns. I tried to capture that in this playlist, which is organized roughly chronologically by her personal timeline.

There are spoilers in the playlist and commentary for Winter's Heart through A Memory of Light, since this is meant to mirror the narrative.

Track List:

1. Second Child, Restless Child – The Oh Hellos

2. Game of Survival – Ruelle

3. Sit Still, Look Pretty – Daya

4. When I Rule The World – LIZ

5. Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

6. The Thief and the Moon – Shawn James

7. Pomegranate Seeds – Julian Moon

8. Zebra – The Magnetic Fields

9. Jolene – Dolly Parton

10. Maybe, This Time – OK Go

11. Big Guns – Ruelle

12. Fascinated – Ivy

13. The Bullpen – Dessa

14. Pretty Little Head – Eliza Rickman

15. Greek God – Conan Gray

16. Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! At The Disco

17. Rat Queen – The Mountain Goats

18. Carmina Burana: O Fortuna – Carl Orff

19. you should see me in a crown – Billie Eilish

20. Muse with a Dagger – Taylor Castro

21. Please Don’t Say You Love Me – Gabrielle Aplin

22. Daisy – Ashnikko

23. Mother’s Daughter – Miley Cyrus

24. I Walk The Line – Halsey

25. Glory and Gore – Lorde

26. Trouble – Stripped – Halsey

Commentary and lyrics underneath the cut. Listen to it here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KLghlM9nCF1WLKBNoLt5z?si=b1e1d244810e4ae9

1) Second Child, Restless Child – The Oh Hellos

See, I was born the second child With a spirit running wild, running free

The Empress’s second child, the only one who goes across the ocean.

2) Game of Survival – Ruelle

Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?

"Keep this doll to remind you that I will always hear you if you say my name. If I am still alive, of course."

3) Sit Still, Look Pretty – Daya

Oh, I don't know what you've been told But this girl right here's gonna rule the world Yeah, that's where I'm gonna be because I wanna be No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty

Tuon wishes she looked more intimidating, and threw a full-blown temper tantrum when she was told who she’d have to marry.

4) When I Rule The World – LIZ

When I rule the world, then I'm gonna make you sweat Dog collar 'round your neck, on your knees and scrub the deck

I promise I didn't forget about the sul'dam thing. This should be as jarring as her initial POV in Winter's Heart is.

5) Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see the bad moon a-rising I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today

Such a good “Seanchan invade Ebou Dar” song! I definitely stole this from someone else’s Mat playlist, but I don’t think it’s on 8tracks anymore.

6) The Thief and the Moon – Shawn James

Said the Thief to the Moon "I'll extinguish your light soon I'll put an end to all the light that you shed On this world in its darkened state"

I can imagine this as a Seanchan myth; covers Tuon's opinion on her prophecy & getting kidnapped.

7) Pomegranate Seeds – Julian Moon

Kore, Kore, fauna and flora How did you get your throne? (Hey!) You made a deal You traded daffodils For a kingdom of ash and bone

Had to sneak in a reference to Tuon's middle name. Tuon's POV on her bargain with Mat.

8) Zebra – The Magnetic Fields

so there's one thing I crave when my days become ho-hum and blah I want a zebra

Took this from my Mat/Tuon book playlist because it is truly the funniest song on there. It's a zebra in our hearts!

9) Jolene – Dolly Parton

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man

This is very tongue-in-cheek, but at the same time, if you pay attention you can see that Tuon's particularly annoyed by/threatened by Joline Maza.

10) Maybe, This Time – OK Go

So listen, I'm not trying to prove anything at all here But don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?

Mat to Tuon after confiscating the a'dam from her.

11) Big Guns – Ruelle

Every little move is fixed Like a game of chess The blood on your hands is thick And you're placing bets Can't hide in the den of lions

A really perfect song for Tuon's 'lion on the high plains' realization; I know technically Mat doesn't have cannon or grenades yet, but shhhh, the rapid-fire crossbows are more or less machine guns. Let me have this. Call it foreshadowing if you must.

12) Fascinated – Ivy

Never turned out like we talked about Never could tell how to read your mind Never found out what you're all about In this lifetime, baby, you will be mine

Tuon's POV on the marriage ceremony.

13) The Bullpen – Dessa

Forget the bull in the china shop There's a china doll in the bullpen

Returning to Ebou Dar to kick ass and take heads. This was the song that made me create this playlist, because of "china doll in the bullpen," which is such a great description of Tuon.

14) Pretty Little Head – Eliza Rickman

Catch yourself a looker, let him go, go, go Wanna have your baby, but I'm so, so slow

Tuon misses Mat, but don’t you dare breathe a word about it. Besides, it’s just business.

15) Greek God – Conan Gray

And since you always swear that you wanted me gone Then why don't you go get your gun? 'Cause you don't really hate me (You're a little baby) You don't wanna end me (You wanna befriend me)

The Tuon vs Rand confrontation (take two, where Tuon's actually there.) Rand has quite enough confidence, really, but most of the song really works.

16) Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! At The Disco

Welcome to the end of eras Ice has melted back to life Done my time and served my sentence Dress me up and watch me die

Declaring herself Empress after meeting with Rand.

17) Rat Queen – The Mountain Goats

We who have never once tasted The stench of defeat Victory sweet as the dregs of the fast food dumpster Look how they jump when we show up Like they've just seen a monster

H/T to @anyboli, who first suggested this to me as a Tuon song. This is a good soundtrack to planning the raid on the White Tower…

18) Carmina Burana: O Fortuna – Carl Orff

O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable[…]

I literally cannot imagine a Tuon playlist without this song. It’s White Tower raid time!

19) you should see me in a crown – Billie Eilish

Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I like the way they all Scream

Yeah, this was inevitable too. I’m using it for that absolutely horrifying POV of hers where she's in the damane training room and decides it's time to plan a full-out attack on the White Tower.

20) Muse with a Dagger – Taylor Castro

You're making fun of my people Pretend I don't hear you Cause I won't forgive myself For fueling or burning you

Tuon's thoughts on Mat in the garden. This didn't lean as as far into the dagger/knife imagery as I'd hoped for- remember, this is the blog that insists Athaem means Magic Dagger Curse- but it seemed so strangely apt for the two of them that I had to include it.

21) Please Don’t Say You Love Me – Gabrielle Aplin

There's no need to worry when You see just where we're at Just please don't say you love me Cause I might not say it back

Her conversation with Mat in the garden.

22) Daisy – Ashnikko

Respect a bitch, I'm a maverick Flexible, so elastic But don't you dare bend a bitch backwards

This is what you married, Mat. (The Mat POV version of this character sketch is probably Cake's Short Skirt Long Jacket.) I will not apologize for the number of #girlboss songs on this playlist.

23) Mother’s Daughter – Miley Cyrus

Oh my gosh, she got the power Oh, look at her, she got the power So, so, so Don't fuck with my freedom I came up to get me some

The confrontation with Egwene. I see this as mostly Egwene's POV, with Tuon doing a sort of echo, the way she does in the original scene. They are fascinatingly alike here, and the way Egwene controls the scene and gets in Tuon's head- when that's Tuon's signature strategy- is amazing.

24) I Walk The Line – Halsey

You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide

Tuon admitting that her heart tells her to return to save Mat (and the armies of the Light).

25) Glory and Gore – Lorde

Glory and gore go hand in hand That's why we're makin' headlines (Oh! Oh!) You could try and take us (Oh! Oh!) But victory's contagious

The Seanchan army comes back for the kill.

26) Trouble – Stripped – Halsey

Don't forget me, don't forget me I wouldn't leave you if you'd let me Hmm, when you met me when you met me You told me you were gonna get me

Death threats are just their deranged way of flirting; if Tuon wanted Mat dead she wouldn't warn him, you know? And in that final scene with the fireworks Tuon's telling Mat that she wants him around, and he understands it as such.

#this is my celebration for hitting 200 followers!#SURPRISE IT'S MORE TUON CONTENT #this is what you get for following a blog with a tuon pun in the username #wheel of time #wheel of time playlist #playlist #tuon paendrag #fortuona paendrag #fortuona athaem devi paendrag #tuon athaem kore paendrag #problematic fave tuon #wheel of time spoilers #the gathering storm spoilers

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daisylincs · 3 years

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Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.

That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.

Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜

My Own:

you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)

'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.

the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!

oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.

maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)

and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.

july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.

i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview

see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay

'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.

we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.

and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.

she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.

then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.

a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.

ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.

blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.

who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.

take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.

hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.

Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.

This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.

This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.

Other People's:

I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍

To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!

Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!

there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!

To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10

i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.

Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!

destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.

Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.

Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!

Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.

so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!

Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough

the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!

beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.

Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.

lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.

We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.

I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.

in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.

Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!

Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!

A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.

This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!

And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.

#aos best of 2020 #fic rec #massive fic rec list #and honestly; WHAT a list!!#despite this utter hellstorm of a year #we as a fandom have still been nothing short of INCREDIBLE #and honestly; I am SO proud of us #💜💜💜

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