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uncpanda · 3 years ago

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Avengers

AN: This is taking place in the Family Man Universe, Part one can be found here! Enjoy and let me know if you want to see the rest of the movie played out with Tony’s family!

Prompt 24: Waking them up with gentle kisses

Family Man

You watch Tony sleep. It’s become a habit since he’s come home with a hunk of metal in his chest. He’s snoring gently, and occasionally he tosses and turns. The faint blue from his chest is the only light in the room. You glance at the clock. It’s only five am, but you know the kids will be up soon and demanding breakfast.

You slip out of bed, pull on some shorts and Tony’s shirt before slipping out of the room. You pad down the hallway, and look into the great room. The tower is still fairly new, and there are still things being added to it and built. But this room is perfect. It’s meant to be a place for your family to spend time, and the boys love it. You love it too. More for the view than anything else.

The boys are spread out in the fort they’d made with Tony the previous night. And just like their father, they’re snoring peacefully. Tucked in the middle, in Iron Man pajamas is Davina. You roll your eyes, she was certainly the princess of the family. You were wrong, they’ll sleep for a while longer.

You head to the kitchen. You’d arranged for deliveries the previous night. Sure enough, the bagels and donuts you’d ordered are there and fresh. You sneak a bagel out for you and one for Tony before sneaking back to your room.

You set the plate on the nightstand before crawling back onto the bed. It dips under your weight, and Tony’s snoring stops. A smile plays on your lips as you lean forward and start peppering his face with kisses. You start with his lips, then to his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips again.

This time he kisses back. His lips move against yours as a hand reaches up to tangle in your hair and the other captures the back out your neck. He smiles, “That is a hell of a wakeup.”

You settle so you’re laying half on his chest, “Well, I try to please.”

“You do that every day I wake up and see you first thing sweetheart.”

You kiss him again and he tucks you into his side. “Why are we up so early.”

“Because we have kids who eat everything in sight. And, I snuck some of our favorite bagels up.”

He moves to sit up, “Breakfast in bed? And to think people told me getting married would be the worst mistake of my life.”

You swat his chest and he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. You squeal. “They told me, Tony, you’re a billionaire, you can have any woman you want. And you know what I told them?”

“That you knocked me up?”

He snorts, “You got pregnant waaaay after I proposed. Don’t pretend differently. You can’t even tell you’re pregnant with Pete in the pictures. No. I said, she’s the woman I want. Why the hell am I going to waste time? And now, look at us. We have five kids, a successful marriage, and I’m a literal superhero.”

“Over inflated ego, party of one.”

He nuzzles into your neck, “If you hand me the bagels I’ll feed you like a queen.”

You laugh, “I can feed myself.”

“But it would be adorable!”

You roll your eyes. The two of you eat your bagels, and occasionally you let Tony tear a piece off and feed it to you. When you’re done, you curl back into his side and take time for a small make out session. It’s slow and leisurely. It’s nice.

You’re mid kiss when someone starts pounding on your door. TOny pauses, and whispers, “Maybe if we stay reaaaal quiet they’ll go away.”

“Daaaadddd! Mooooooom!” Steve’s voice makes you giggle.

Tony covers your mouth with his hand, “Mom and dad aren’t here at the moment. Only Mr. And Mrs. Stark. Please make an appointment if you would like to see us.”

“But Agent is here!”

You move Tony’s hand from your mouth, “Do you mean Phil sweetheart?”

“Dad calls him agent!”

You roll your eyes, and move out of the bed. You open the bed, and Steve smiles up at you. You lean forward and kiss his forehead. “Good morning sweetheart.”

“Morning Mommy!”

Tony comes up behind you, “Morning daddy.”

Tony pulls him in for a hug, before lifting him into a hug, and then hangs him upside down. “Jarvis, who’s entered the tower?”

“Agent Colson entered earlier this morning and overrode my commands. Ms. Davina is currently introducing him to her stuffed animals.”

Tony laughs and heads out, into the living space. Sure enough, sitting on your couch, is Agent Coulson. And in front of him, is your four year old daughter. Davina is in the middle of introducing him to Rhodey the Giraffe. Uncle Rhodey had gifted him to her when she had been one year old, and he went everywhere with her.

He swings Steve down, and he goes and joins his brothers who are watching Agent Coulson warily. They didn’t trust the government, especially after SHIELD and Coulson for that matter had locked your family in your home in Malibu. That entire debacle had left the men in your life spitting mad. Davina on the other hand, had won everyone over, including Nick Fury.

She had received no less than twenty presents from SHIELD agents for her birthday this year. You didn’t mind the SHIELD agents, they had helped find the solution that had kept your husband alive. You’d take that even if your boys hadn’t agreed. Peter had informed you in no uncertain terms, that his dad would have figured it out eventually. Tony was their hero.

You smile, “Hi Phil.”

“Mrs. Stark.”

Tony calls to your daughter, “Davina, sweetheart, come to daddy. We don’t associate with mean agents who lock daddy up.”

She turns and pouts, “But I like Agent daddy.”

He slumps, and turns to Phil, “What do you want?”

Phil stands and holds out a file. Tony stares at it, and you poke his side to get him to take it. He rolls his eyes. “Ahh, the Avengers initiative. I thought I didn’t qualify.”

Lincoln is the one who mutters, “Only because they’re stupid.”

Tony points at you son, “My son with the beautiful point.”

“Tony.” Your voice is a warning. You turn to your kids, “Okay kids, time to get dressed and eat breakfast.” There are some grumbles as you herd them out of the room and leave Tony to talk.

You shoot Tony a look as you follow the kids. The boys don’t need your help getting dressed, but Davina still needs some help picking out her outfits. You supervise as she picks out her clothes. They don’t exactly match, but they allow her to express herself.

Once the kids are ready, you get them set up with breakfast and go in search of your husband. You find him staring at a bunch of stuff you don’t have a clue about. You watch as he moves the holograms around. You wrap your arms around him, and he closes his hands around yours.

“How bad is it?”

“Bad. I have to go.”

You place a kiss on the back of his neck. Iron Man had been something you’d both agreed on. You talked about it often and made sure you were both okay with everything. “You and the kids are coming with me.”

“What?”

He turns to look at you, “Last time I left you guys alone the house nearly got blown up with you inside it.”

“Only because you invited the bad guy to our house.”

He raises his eyebrows and sighs, “Yeah. That wasn’t my smartest move. Pack enough for at least a week.”

You roll your eyes, “The go bags are already packed.” You had go bags packed in several locations. “They’re already on the jet.”

He smiles, “Were you a girl scout or something?”

You pinch him. The two of you round up the kids and get them onto the quinn jet. Davina sits in Tony’s lap the entire ride, while Steve and Peter play co-captain. Except they’re not playing. You know for a fact that they understand everything Tony is saying. It figured you’d give birth to a small army of geniuses.

Davina is bouncing by the time you land on the aircraft carrier. People move to anchor it, and once it’s good, Tony lowers the hatch. You catch Davina before she can run out. She struggles against you when she sees her favorite person in the world.

“Mama let me go.”

“I’ve got her!”

You roll your eyes as Nick Fury steps out onto deck. With the eye patch and leather duster most kids would have been wary of him. Hell, your boys kept their distance, but not Davina. You watch as she runs full speed straight for Director Fury. He catches her easily, and with an ease you wouldn’t have expected settles her on his hip.

“Mrs. Stark.”

You smile, “Nick.”

“Thanks for bringing my smallest agent to help.”

Tony steps in, “No. No. nonononononono. She is not and never will be an agent.” He moves to Nick and plucks Davina away. She giggles, kisses his cheek and then starts to wiggle. Tony doesn’t let her go. Then she spots someone, “NATASHAAAAA!” Her wiggling intensifies.

You smile as you spot agent Romanoff. “Let her down Tony.”

“We’re on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean.”

“With a bunch of superspies. None of whom will let anything happen to her.”

He rolls his eyes and sets her down. Your daughter runs to Nat. The woman smiles and lifts her into her arms. She spins her in a circle. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”

“Good!”

You walk over and smile at the woman, “Hi Nat.”

“Mrs. Stark.”

“We miss having you around. You’re the only assistant Tony’s had that’s actually managed him.”

You spot two other people that Tony had mentioned. They’re warry. You can tell. “Captain Rogers. Dr. Banner. It’s nice to meet you.”

Dr. Banner stares at your daughter, “No one said anything about kids being here.”

“We travel as a family when we can. We figured it was safer to be here than in New York. I’d promise that they aren’t terrors, but they have the same intellect as their father. And Davina . . well she’s fearless. She’ll be the reason I go gray in the next five years.”

Your daughter sticks her tongue out at you and you scrunch your face up at her. Captain Rogers smiles, “She reminds me of Howard strangely enough.”

You laugh. “I get that.”

“You knew him?”

“From the time I was six. He wasn’t happy when Tony and I got married so young, but he supported it. He’s also the reason our second oldest is named Steve.” You watch a look of shock take over his face and explain, “Howard talked about you alot. So did Peggy for that matter.”

His breath hitches, “Peggy?”

“She’s Tony’s godmother. She was around a lot.”

He smiles, and turns to look over the ocean, “Steve, hunh?”

“Yep. He’s over there. Plotting with his dad.”

“Can I meet him?”

“Oh yeah. They’re always looking to add another person to their plotting. Fair warning though, Tony can be a bit much. Just let me know and I’ll reign him in.”

Nat snorts, “She’s the only one who can reign him in.”

“MARIAAAA!”

And just like that your daughter is wiggling to get down. Nat sets her down but doesn’t let her hand go. Instead they run together towards the other agent. Once they’re close she let’s go of Davina’s hand. Once you know she’s safe you turn to Dr. Banner. “Come on Dr. Banner, I’m sure my husband wants to meet you too. He might even fanboy a little bit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.” you lead both men over and your boys stare wide eyes at both. They stare at Steve because you’ve told them the same stories that had been told to you. And they stare at Dr. Banner, because you know for a fact that they’ve read over his research with Tony.

You watch on in amusement. Because you can see it now. These men need family. Nat needs family. And you’d never been one to turn down those in need. You had no idea what the next few days were going to bring, but you were sure it was going to change things.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #Iron Man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #mavel cinematic universe #Marvel Comics #marvel reader insert

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ackerfics · 3 years ago

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I LOVE THE FACT THAT YOU’RE DOING MODERN FAMILY REFERENCES WHEN MAKING LOCK FANFICS LIKE THE KIDS WHOLE WALKING IN ON THEIR PARENTS SCENARIObc I love that show so much I used to watch it everyday teehee it’s just always so chaotic so when I saw this (but eren would be claire) if they ever had a daughter and she brought her boyfriend home

KEEP WATCH BC THE LOCK UNIVERSE WILL BE FULL OF MODERN FAMILY REFERENCES 🤩 i feel like that's the only thing making me laugh since i started watching it 😭 oh my gosh, if eren and reader ever have a daughter in the near future, eren would go ballistic every time he hears her talking abt a crush to aran (he's probably the best brother to talk abt crushes and love lives with 😌). caspian would be that brother who provokes eren that their sister might get pregnant if she keeps inviting her boyfriend over and they (her brothers) would have to pretend it's their kid 😭

eren would def be like phil in that one scene where he pours his frustrations out in the elevator bc he doesn't want any of his kids to make bad decisions by dating sketchy people. he just doesn't want his kids to grow up that fast ☹️

#rorytalks #anons 💌🥰#this gave me butterflies 🦋 ✨🦋✨#serotonin boost (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。#lock/encato universe ✨

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according-to-the-laura · 3 years ago

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StackedNatural Day 22: 2x03, 13x01

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

October 12, 2021

2x03: Bloodlust

Written by: Sera Gamble

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: October 12, 2006

Plot Synopsis:

Sam and Dean encounter a vampire hunter whose obsession may get them all killed.

Features:

Impala repair, Gordon Walker, Sam gets kidnapped, reformed vampires, Dean admits he was wrong.

My Thoughts:

If I had a nickel for every time Ty Olsson played a vampire on the CW’s Supernatural, etc etc. Confused the shit out of me seeing his name pop up in the credits of a season 2 episode, haha.

Gordon is a great recurring character. I love him being introduced by brooding at the bar with a cigarette like Aragorn. The chemistry between him and Dean is wild too, I love how desperate Dean is for a connection with someone outside of his family, that he’s willing to talk about his dad after a couple hours and drinks. And then he wants so badly to be on Gordon’s side of the argument.

Sam is so sassy and argumentative when he’s literally been kidnapped and tied up, I love him so much.

This is a great moral crisis episode, especially with Sam and Dean’s conversation in the last scene. Supernatural does such a great job setting up ‘maybe not all monsters are monsters’ theme arcs; if only they would follow through on them more often. Still, chalk up another episode for the Deangirls.

Notable/Kickass Lines:

“Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine.”

“I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?”

“You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.”

“You're not like your brother. You're a killer. Like me.”

“What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us…”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.8

IMdB Rating: 8.3

13x01: Lost and Found

Written by: Andrew Dabb

Directed by: Phil Sgriccia

Original air date: October 12, 2017

Plot Synopsis:

Sam and Dean are left to pick up the pieces following the loss of their mother, Crowley's demise and Castiel's death.

Features:

Jack’s first appearance, the beginning of the Widower arc, naked adult baby in a drive through, nougat, growing up because the world is dangerous, Castiel is Jack’s father, a hunter’s funeral.

My Thoughts:

As soon as the episode started I just started vibrating, I was so excited. In all ways including the physical I was bouncing up and down yelling “JACK JACK JACK”. That’s my boy!!

I’m gonna be honest I think this might be another personal 10/10. Jack is perfect, the widower arc is perfect, the bitchy drunk angel is perfect, the stupid teenagers at the pirate restaraunt are perfect. I am so happy.

Obsessed with how much of Cas they put into Jack. He has the same colour palette for his jacket, the lights explode around him, and he pulls the knife out after getting stabbed in his intro episode.

I don’t even have much to say about this episode, I was so delighted to be watching it that I didn’t take many notes, haha. I was forcing my friend who fell off Supernatural in like season 5 to watch and it was a TRIP trying to explain to her how we got here. “Okay so Kelly was just a woman- well no, she was presidential aide, Lucifer was possessing the president. Okay so she got pregnant from Lucifer and then they were trying to get her to get an abortion but then Jack sent Cas a message-”

Also, even though I’ve seen this episode a couple times I was NOT prepared for the sad piano music while Dean wrapped Cas for the pyre.

Notable/Kickass Lines:

“I remember when the bad woman burned. I remember the universe screamed.”

“I’m on a chair, on the floor, on the planet earth.”

“I like it. I like nougat.”

“I was scared, and when I get scared, things happen. I...I can't stop them.”

“I'm sorry. Will you tell them that I'm sorry?”

“My father is Castiel. My mother, she said Castiel, he would keep me safe. She said the world was a dangerous place. That's -- that's why I couldn't be a baby or a child. I... That's why I had to grow up fast. That's why I chose him to be my father. Where is he?”

“Jack is not evil. He -- he -- he's just a kid.”

“Okay, Chuck… or god, or whatever. I need your help. See, you– you left us. You left us. You went off. You said… You said the earth would be fine because it had me… and it had Sam, but it’s not, and we’re not. We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back. Okay?”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 10

IMdB Rating: 8.8

In Conclusion: Just racing the clock to finish and post this before the edible kicks in, gotta go!

<< Previous Day | Next Day >>

#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #2x03 #Bloodlust #13x01 #Lost and Found

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valeriethepussycats · 4 years ago

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Assemble

Chapter 3

Pairing- Loki x Reader x Steve (one side)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashback Bold

The next day. Y/n is standing outside a gym trying to keep her powers under control but but it’s hard when your surrounded by people.

What’s in my fridge right now?....Do I have any milk?

I think I’m pregnant with my brother in-law baby’s

How come you never read about a psychic

winning the lottery?

Am I Ashy? I hope I’m not Ashy.

Why is Batman a superhero when he brutally Beats up bad guys for saying hello.

When I get home I’m watching A Bug’s Life.

Calming down the voices she finally walks inside the gym and see Captain America. He’s beats the punching bag harder, like physically hurting it will repress the memories.

Hydra base, Captain America is running through a forest, didging mortar shells, gunfire and Tesseract energy blasts.

“There's not enough time! I gotta put her in the water!” Steve’s Voice echoed.

In the present, Steve's punches become harder and more violent.

Steve places the compass he has, featuring a picture of Peggy Carter, on the dash as the plane plummets towards the ice.

The present, punches become voilent and agressive.

“You won't be alone.” Peggy declared.

Red skull picked up the Tesseract, and vanishes.

In the present, Steve is beathing the bag with everything he has, destroying it and beating his fists.

“Oh my god!”

Steve is lying on a table, half frozen, and still partially trapped in a slab of ice. Two SHIELD scientists run equipment over him, checking for his vitals. Something flickers...

“This guy is still alive!”

Y/n gets pulled out of Steve’s mind. “Wow. That one way to come backwards to the world.

“You punch any harder your fist is gonna go though it.“

Steve stops punching the bag and turns around and see Y/n. “Agent Munroe ma’am. Phil told me that you were coming.”

“Y/n. Just call me Y/n.” She said with a smile.

Steve starts to punch the bag again. “It's nice to meet.”

“Likewise. So how do you feel?” Y/n asked showing concern for a man she just met.

Y/n walks up to a punching bag next to Steve and, starts playfully punching it.

“Like I belong in a different time.....all of this is so strange. Flat screen TVs, cars that run on electricity.....” Steve trailed off.

“It’s understandable but look at the bright side you can have food deliver to your house.” Y/n said with a fond look.

Steve looks at Y/n confused.

“Pizza. Chinese food... Oh men we have to make some stops before we go to Shield.” Y/n proclaimed.

“We don’t have time to make stops. They need us this is important.” Steve protested.”You’re right they do. But you need to experience this first and I know you're hungry.” Y/n insisted.

Steve sigh defeat. “Ok fine but only for an hour two at it’s tops.”

“Yes! You dont know it yet but This the start of an beautiful friendship.” Y/n said With a sincere smile as her and Steve walk out the gym.

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Inside the Quinjet, Steve is sitting down with a tablet, watching the footage of the Hulk's attack on the Army at Culver University.

“We're about forty minutes out from base, sir.” One of the pilots said

Agent Coulson stands up from his seat and wipe his face with a napkin.

Francis’s pizza is so good.

Y/n chuckles as Coulson and walks over to her and Steve.

“So, this Doctor Banner was trying to replicate the serum that was used on me?” Steve asked.

“A lot of people were. I was assign to stop some of them. You were the world's first superhero.” Y/n replied.

“Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula.” Coulson informed Steve.

The Hulk roars with fury as he slams a jeep apart.

“Didn't really go his way, did it?” Steve queried.

“Not so much. When he's not that thing though, guy's like a Stephen Hawking” Coulson explained.

Steve looks confused.

Y/n leans over and whispers. “He's a smart person.”

“I gotta say, it’s an honor to meet you, officially.” Steve smiles at Coulson as he continues. “I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.” Steve looks down then a Y/n. He stands up, closes his laptop and walks to the side with Coulson following. “I mean, I was... I was present while you were unconscious from the ice. You know, it's really, it's just a... just a huge honor to have you on board.”

“Smooth. Real smooth Coulson.” Y/n lied.

“Well, I hope I'm the man for the job.” Steve remarked.

“Of course you are you’ve done amazing things in the past. You’re the perfect person for this job.” Y/n said sincerely and with a small smile.

“Ya Absolutely. Uh... we've made some modifications to the uniform. I had a little design input.” Coulson told Steve.

“The uniform? Aren't the stars and stripes a little... old fashioned?” Steve supposed.

“With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old fashioned.” Coulson stated.

As Steve takes in Coulson's sentiment. The Quinjet lands down a massive battleship known as the Helicarrier. It has two runways. One with direct access to a hangar at the rear is aligned along the spine of the vessel. Y/n walks up to Phill.

“Does the name Ororo Munroe mean anything to you?” Y/n questioned.

“No. Does it suppose to.” Coulson lied.

“No I guess not.” Y/n remarked not hiding her disappointment.

Agent Coulson, Y/n, and Steve walk down the ramp, meeting up with Natasha.

“Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers.” Coulson said introducing the two.

“Ma’am?” Steve replied.

“Hi.” She looks at Coulson. “They need you on the bridge. They're starting the face-trace.”

“Nat” Y/n said happily. “I didn’t know you were going to be here Coulson doesn’t tell me anything.” Y/n hugs Natasha then they both look at Coulson like ‘explain.’

“See you there.” Coulson said walks away, leaving Steve and Y/n with Natasha, the pair walking towards the railing of the Helicarrier.

“It was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon. Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?” Natasha wondered.

“Trading cards?” Steve asked confused.

“They’re vintage, he's very proud.” Y/n disclosed.

Bruce Banner is seen walking around the ship, trying to stay out of the way while people walk in his way.

“Dr. Banner.” Steve called out.

The three walk up to each other and shake hands.

“Oh, yeah. Hi. They told me you'd be coming.” Bruce began. “You must be agent Munroe.”

“You can call me Y/n it’s nice to finally meet you.” Y/n replied.

“Thanks.” Bruce said in a casual tone.

“Word is you can find the cube.” Steve Inclined.

“Is that the only word on me?” Bruce questioned.

“Only word I care about.” Steve answered.

Bruce takes in the sentiment. “It must be strange for you, all of this.”

Steve looks off to where a group of men in training are running, remembering his days in the army. “Well, this is actually kind of familiar.”

“Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breath.” Natasha disclosed.

The Helicarrier starts to shake as it prepares to take "sail". Others abord strap down planes and Quinjets in preparation.

“Is this a submarine?” Steve asked Y/n.

“Really? They wanted me in a submerged, pressurized metal container?” Bruce Said with sarcasm.

“No no it not a submerged.” Y/n answered.

The two both move closer to the edge of the Helicarrier. Four huge lift fans mounted on the sides starts to lift into the air as the ship takes flight. Steve watches in awe while Bruce just smiles.

“Oh, no. This is much worse.” Bruce said with mock astonishment.

The doors part and we enter the bridge of the ship. A flurry of activity, dozens of agents sit in front of their viewscreens. Agent Hill shouts instructions to leave. The camera turns to Nick Fury who is at the command chair.

“We're at lock, sir.” Agent Hill disclosed.

“Good. Let's vanish.” Nick answered.

The Helicarrier rises high into the heavens. Suddenly the entire ship is covered in reflecting mirrors, which then camouflages in the sky. Steve, Y/n and Banner walk through the glorious, gleaming bridge

“Gentlemen.” Nick started.

Steve gives Fury 10 bucks, referring to his earlier statement about never being surprised again. “And agent Munroe what a Surprise I thought you were in Sydney.”

“Well I got tired of helping Umm Marlin look for Nemo.” Y/n said with fire.

Fury walks over Banner and extends his hand. Banner, reluctantly shakes it.] Doctor, thank you for coming.

“Thanks for asking nicely. So, uh... how long am I staying?” Bruce asked.

“Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the clear.” Nick replied.

“Where are you with that?” Bruce asked.

Nick Fury turns to Agent Coulson to explain, while Natasha eyes an image of Clint Barton on a computer screen.

“We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cellphones, laptops. If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us.” Agent Coulson explained.

“That's still not gonna find them in time.” Natasha mumbled.

“Couldn’t we use spectrometers to speed up the process?” Y/n said pondering out loud.

“Yes that could work. How many spectrometers do you have access to?” Bruce voiced.

“How many are there?” Nick asked Bruce.

“Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?” Bruce said with determination

“Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please.” Nick order.

Natasha nods and walks off, leading Banner down the hall. “You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys.”

Y/n goes to leave as well but gets stop by the sound of Nick Fury.

“Agent Munroe my office.” Nick announced.

“No offense but I don’t think you want that right now.” Y/n said fire.

“My office now.” Nick hissed ordered

Y/n and Nick walks to his office in silence. Y/n is barely holding back her anger and this Conversation with Director Fury is not going to help but she needs to get this off her chest or she’ll explode. Director Fury opens the door to his office and Motion for Y/n to walk in. She walks past him into the room and sit down in the chair in front of his desk. Director Fury closes the door and looks at Y/n.

“What are you doing here?” Nick asked.

“I’m here to help.” Y/n declared.

“You were supposed to be in Sydney.” Nick pointed out

“How do you know I was supposed to be in Sydney I haven’t called to do a check in.” Y/n teased.

I wonder if he’s going to tell me that he has a Tracking Device on me.

“Agent Coulson told me of your whereabouts.” Nick answered.

“Hmm I bet he did.” Y/n replied.

”Your assistance is no longer required we can we can handle it from here head home.” Nick ordered.

“Are you kidding me.” Y/n shouted. As she shot up from her seat. “I’m the only one here that knows anything remotely about Loki and you’re gonna bench me.”

”And how would you know that.” Nick questioned.

“re.....search.” Y/n lied.

Nick gives Y/n ‘the I’m not believing you’ look.

“Ok fine I was there ok I fought The Destroyer.” Y/n confessed.

“I already knew I was just waiting on you to tell me.” Nick replied.

“Of course you knew why wouldn’t you know.” Y/n said dryly.

“I’m not saying you’re not best the person for the job I’m saying it’s not safe with your condition.” Nick remarked.

“My cond- what is my condition?”

“It is not....it’s not safe for the people on this Helicarrier if you don’t have control your powers.”

“You want to talk about safety of the people, was you trying to keep me safe by not telling me my mother is alive or keeping me away from Gambit.” Y/n Stated.

The anger she felt roll off of her like a wave which made the room begin to shake.

“Y/n I didn’t tell you because-“

“You are afraid another November 18 is gonna happen.....ye have little faith. I want Gambit here now and if you can’t get him here I want a number. I’m not talking those stupid pills anymore.” Y/n declared as she throws the pill bottle in trash. “And I’m going to stay here and help and you’re going to allow it.” Y/n finished as she walks out of the room not waiting for his response.

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Back in the underground lab, Loki is looking Looking through all the Shield Agent portfolios until he comes across one in particular. Agent Munroe’s portfolio. As Loki opens portfolios to read it he finds every page in there to be blank.

“Agent Barton a word.” Loki called.

Clint walks over to Loki like a puppet with strings.

“What do you know of Agent Munroe?” Loki asked.

“She is a powerful mutant that can control the weather and read minds.” Clint answered.

“Read minds hmm that will be all.” Loki said smirking.

Erik and several scientists work around the CMS device. Clint walks in, holding a tablet.

“Put it over there!” Erik told Clint. “Where did you find all these people?”

“Shield has not shortage of enemies, Doctor.” Clint Stated as he holds up a screen showing information on Iridium. “Is this the stuff you need?”

“Yeah, iridium. It's found in meteorites, it forms anti-protons. It's very hard to get hold of.” Erik explained.

“Especially if Shield knows you need it.” Clint Mumbled

“Well, I didn't know!” Erik said gruffly. Then he Sees Loki walking in. “Hey! The Tesseract is showing me so much. It's more than just knowledge, it's... truth.”

“I know. What did it show you, Agent Barton?” Loki wondered.

“My next target.” Clint voiced

“Tell me what you need.” Loki replied.

“I'll need a distraction.” Clint said grabbing his bow. “And an eyeball.”

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That night in the Helicarrier bridge. As they are waiting to locate Loki using satellite facial recognition, Coulson is standing with Steve.

“I mean, if it's not too much trouble.”Coulson suggested

“No, no. It's fine.” Steve reassured Coulson.

“It's a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint, slight foxing around the edges, but...”

“We got a hit. Sixty-seven percent match. Weight, cross match, seventy-nine percent.” Agent Jasper Sitwell announced.

“Location?” Coulson asked.

“Stuttgart, Germany. 28, Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding.” Agent Jasper Sitwell answered.

“Captain, you're up.” Nick disclosed.

Steve nods and walks off the bridge. Walking down the hallway he passes Y/n.

“We found Loki he’s In Germany.” Steve informed Y/n as he’s walking down the hallway.

“Radio silence and now he’s making appearance that’s not strange at all.....You got this Cap now go show him who’s he’s Messing with.” Y/n sincerely with a smile.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve said with a fond look and a head nod.

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Outside the Stuttgart Museum, it’s night. Loki is standing in front of the museum, dressed in 21st Century attire with his scepter disguised as a cane. He walks up to the entrance of the gala.

A lavished gala with an orchestra playing is interrupted as the head doctor walks up to the mic.

Inside Helicarrier where Steve's locker is. Steve walks into the locker room. As he approaches to the steel cabinet, the doors already reveal the updated Captain America uniform, along with the famous shield. He stands in silence.

Outside the museum. German guards stand in their positions. One of them is standing on tip of the roof, scoping. He then hears a sound. He looks down. One of his guards is shot with an arrow. He raises his gun. He is shot dead by an arrow. Falls down. Barton and his crew arrive at the doors of the locked science building. Barton looks at the retinal scanner.

He pulls out a Shield eye scanner instrument. Inside the gala, Loki looks from above the museum and descends down to where the head doctor is. As he makes it down and near the stage, he flips his cane the other end. The guard there notices him, pulls out his gun, but Loki clubs his head in. Chaos erupts. Guests begin to leave the museum. Loki grabs the doctor and flips him over onto a marble table of the mythological creatures bilchsteim. Loki pulls out an optical torture device. He plunges down the doctor's eye. The doctor twists in pain.

Outside the museum.

Suddenly from Barton's instrument, a holographic eye of the head doctor appears and the image of the doctor appears on screen. The doors to the facility open. Barton walks in and finds in a cabinet, a glass thermos with a cylinder of iridium. As the crowd runs away, Loki slowly walks out and materializes in his gold armor and helmet. The police arrive and with no hesitation, he blasts the cars, flipping them over and over.

“Kneel before me.” Loki voiced but crowd ignores him. Three more Loki's appear, surrounding and blocking the crowd from escaping. “I said KNEEL!” Loki yelled. While the crowd quietly kneels, Loki embraces out his arms with a wide smile

“Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.” Loki declared.

As the words resonate to the kneeling crowd, an elder German man refuses to kneel and stands, heroic. “Not to men like you.”

“There are no men like me.” Loki specified.

“There are always men like you.” Elder German Man remarked.

“Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example.” As Loki is about to execute the man with his scepter as the light glows blue. Right as the energy beam shoots out, Captain America arrives, diving in just in time to block the blast with his shield, and knocking down Loki.

“You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing.” Captain America explained

Loki Standing up. “The soldier. A man out of time.”

“I'm not the one who's out of time.” Captain America replied.

From above Captain America, the Quinjet arrives. A machine gun is pointed towards Loki, while Natasha speaks from inside the aircraft.

“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down.”

Like greased lightning, Loki sends a blast of blue at the Quinjet. Natasha maneuvers it just in time, giving Cap the time to throw his shield at Loki. They both began to duke it out. Loki flings Cap to the ground, and then Cap throws his shield, but Loki swats it away. As Cap is knocked down by Loki, the scepter is pointed to Cap's helmet.

“Kneel.” Loki ordered.

“Not today!” Cap flips and knocks him out with his leg. Loki grabs him and flips him over]

“This guy's all over the place.” Natasha mumbled.

Suddenly AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" overdrives to the Quinjets speakers.

“Agent Romanoff, did you miss me?” Tony Stark wondered. Both Cap and Loki look up at the sky. Tony flies over in his Iron Man suit and blasts Loki right back to the ground. Iron Man touches down. He stands up and pulls out every piece of weaponry the suit has. “Make your move, Reindeer Games.”

Loki puts up his hands and surrenders. His armour materializes away

“Good move.” Tony said in a level tone.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Captain.”

Part 4

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Let's Pick the Truth That We Believe In

Second to last chapter of Doom Days! Start preparing for the end of our tale ;)

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Ginny rubbed the palms of her hands over her tired eyes. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night. After Phil had arrived, Ginny’s mind couldn’t rest. Every part of her body tingled and her stomach turned with suspicion. Harry had been the same way. They had lain together in silence, arms wrapped around each other.

It didn’t make any sense to Ginny. Where had Phil come from and how had he found them? This wasn’t an area that people just moseyed through. It was the middle of fucking nowhere!

When she’d finally fallen into an uneasy sleep, her dreams followed in a swarm of shadows. The only thing clear was a sinister grin. She had shot awake, and Harry had sat up with her, instantly alert and ready to fight.

That had been hours ago, when darkness had still covered the ground. She never fell back to sleep, but rather stared at the ceiling and felt her baby move around as restlessly as her mind. Harry had gotten up with the sun to tend to the morning chores. Ginny, however, refused to leave the warmth of the covers.

Ginny used her arm to cover her eyes, hoping to block out the light that broke past through the curtains.

“Gin?” Harry’s voice spoke quietly across the dimly lit room, clearly worried about waking her.

“I’m up.” She let her arms flop onto the mattress before rising up onto her elbows. Harry stood by the doorway, two steaming mugs clutched in his hands.

He moved slowly into the room. “I thought something warm would be nice, so I raided the tea stash.” When he reached her side of the bed, he crouched beside her, a warm smile gracing his lips.

“Really?” Ginny fully sat up, which took some effort with her overly large stomach, before taking the mug he offered and inhaling the strong aroma. It was a simple blend, but it was the best scent in the world at the moment. Tea was typically saved for special occasions because their stock was minimal.

She took a small sip, enjoying the warmth that flooded through her body. “Mmm, you were right. Thank you, love.” She brought her hand up to his face and ran her fingers across his jaw.

Harry leaned into her touch, his eyes closing on their own. "Anything for you."

They stayed in silence, both just content being with one another. Harry moved to the mattress, pulling Ginny’s legs over his as his nimble fingers massaged slow circles into her calf. Between the soothing drink and calming caresses, Ginny thought she may be lulled back to sleep. That was until her mind started drifting back to the previous night.

“What is it?” Harry asked, his peaceful smile sliding away as he observed her.

“I - I, oh, Harry.” She started rubbing a spot above her breast bone, hoping to rub out the pressure. “Phil showing up here can’t just be a coincidence.”

Harry let out a long sigh through his nose. He slid up the bed so he was next to her. Ginny tilted her head so it rested on his broad shoulder. “I know what you mean. I don’t trust him at all.”

“And Bill just let him in.” Ginny could practically hear the growl in her voice. “He hasn’t seen this bloke in years and he just let --” She would hurt anyone who threatened her family. If Phil put one toe out of line…

Harry’s hand resumed its comforting motions on her legs. “We’ll keep an eye on him, love. I won’t allow him to hurt you or the baby.”

Ginny turned to look at him. His normally inviting green eyes had taken on a hardened look as if he was preparing for war. And maybe that’s what this was going to be. Ginny’s mind started jumping from bad situations to worse. Phil trying to steal their supplies, hurting Bill, kidnapping Victoire…

“Gin.” Harry kissed her lightly. “Nothing will happen, I promise.”

“You can’t promise that, Harry.” Ginny felt tears welling up in her eyes. She had never been a crier, but between hormones and the worry of losing everything she’d fought for since that day her father sent her out of London…

Harry took the mug out of her hand and placed it on the bedside table before moving his body to hover over hers. His forehead came close to hers, almost touching, but not quite. A single finger came up to her chin, tilting it up so she was forced to meet his eyes. The hardened look had faded, replaced by a look of love she’s been enchanted with for nearly ten years.

“I can promise it, because nothing -- and I mean nothing -- will harm my family. Without you.” He sucked in a sharp breath, releasing it in a shaky exhale. “Without you, I can’t do it.”

“Harry.” Ginny understood what he was saying, but she knew the world wasn’t a place where dreams and needs were met. The universe didn’t care if she lived, or what happened to Harry. She hated thinking about it herself, but every day there was a chance that Harry could be torn from her. If Harry didn’t consider the real possibility…

Ever since getting pregnant, the sight of Fleur laying in her own blood had haunted her mind. And then Bill, who had been so lost without his wife, who was still sometimes lost… She didn’t want that to happen to Harry, but the realist in her knew it was possible.

Harry merely shook his head. “No, Gin. I need you, and I will do everything for you.”

Ginny’s heart sank into her gut. She knew he wasn’t lying. He would do anything for her, but what would he do if she wasn’t around?

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Harry remained motionless, staring out the kitchen window. He watched Victorie pass the football to Phil, the grown man nodding encouragingly as she lined up the shot. Harry didn't trust this man as far as he could throw a cricket ball. The fact that Bill had left his daughter alone with him… Harry hadn't taken his eyes off the two of them.

Victorie was as good as his own daughter. He would kill for that girl if need be -- and there may be a need if his instincts about Phil were right.

"Hey." Harry jumped as a small hand came to rest in between his shoulder blades. He turned and met Ginny's concerned gaze. "You okay, love?"

"That's a bit of a loaded question in our current climate," Harry muttered.

Ginny gave his back a light slap before rubbing small smoothing circles on the afflicted area. "No need for sass, mister. You know what I meant."

Sighing, Harry turned his back on the window and wrapped his arms around Ginny. She snuggled into his embrace, as close as she could with her protruding belly. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her red hair. "I will be."

Ginny tilted her head to examine his face, searching for any signs of misleading. After a moment, she nodded. She brought her fingers up through his hair, letting the digits get tangled. She pulled his mouth to hers in a soft kiss. “We all will be.”

She started to detangle herself from him, but Harry held on tight to her waist. He brought his lips back to hers. He didn’t want to leave her warmth. It was everything he required. Ginny seemed to understand his need. Her hands slid down from his neck to his back. She started rubbing small circles through his shirt.

The urge to move never came, and Harry just stayed in her arms. He closed his eyes, letting his other senses take control. All that became real was the way she felt in his arms, the sound of her light breaths, and her alluring scent becoming everything. A perfect moment in a dystopia.

The sound of the back door slamming broke the illusion. Harry's eyes shot open to the sight of Phil toeing off his boots as he entered the kitchen. Phil nodded towards them. "Hey! Vic was thirsty, so I volunteered to come in and get us some water."

He walked over to the cauldron of clean boiled water, gathering two cups on his way (including Victorie's favorite). Harry watched Phil's every move, from removing the lid to the container to ladling the liquid. Ginny had spun in his arms so her back was to Harry. Her attention seemed lasered on Phil as well.

Phil didn't seem to notice their unwavering focus. He started chatting away as he filled the cups. "Vic told me the princess cup is the best one in the house, so of course I have to get her that one." He looked up at them with a joyful smile. "So you're pregnant! That's wonderful for you two. You must be so excited!"

Harry's hand came instinctively to Ginny's stomach. The urge to take Ginny and run was great, but the urge to grab the stranger by the collar of his shirt and demand to know what he was doing there was stronger.

“We are.” Ginny’s tone was easy and open, but her body language told a different story as she pressed further back into Harry’s chest.

Phil didn’t seem to notice their discomfort. Instead, he continued finished collecting his drinks, completely at ease. "I love kids. How far along are you?"

Ginny's hand came to rest over Harry's on her stomach. "We don't know, but we're guessing seven or eight months."

"Oh, wow!" Phil turned away from the basin, his eyes come to rest on Ginny's belly. "Not too long now. I may even be here for the birth."

And with that bombshell, Phil walked out of the kitchen back towards the garden. Pain shot across the back of Harry's hand as Ginny dug her nails into skin. "Oh, bloody fucking hell," Ginny's vulgar language made Harry snort. She turned around in his arms. "What! I don't want him here when I give birth -- for multiple reasons!"

Harry nodded, sliding his arms up to her biceps and rubbing soothing lines up and down. "He won't be. I'll talk to Bill if I have to."

Ginny released a shaky breath, her head coming to rest over his heart. "Maybe we're being overly suspicious. I mean… Bill trusts him enough to let him play with Vic alone."

She had a point, of course. Harry knew Bill would do anything for his daughter, and wouldn't trust her with just anyone. "Maybe," he admitted slowly. "It has been a long time since we've been forced to deal with, let alone trust, someone new."

"Right." Ginny's words warmed Harry chest straight through his shirt. They remained stationary in the kitchen, both lost in their own thoughts. Ginny was the one to break the silence. She pulled away from his embrace, shifting from one foot to the other. "Well... I'm going to go out and join Vic and Phil. This could be one of the last nice days of the year."

Harry grabbed her hand as she waddled towards the back door. He pulled her back to him for a quick kiss. "I'll come with you." He placed an arm around her waist. Ginny leaned into him as they made their way to the garden.

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"Vic's all tucked up and fast asleep." Bill smiled as he walked down the sitting room stairs. Harry and Ginny rested on the sofa, his arm thrown over the back of her cushion.

"Well, she did have a big day." Phil laughed quietly. "We explored the Enchanted Forest and then became professional football stars."

Bill beamed at his friend. "I was worried she wouldn’t go to sleep because she was excited to tell me all about her day with Philly.”

Ginny let her head fall back onto Harry’s arm. Between the warmth of his body beside her and how tired she always felt, sleep was imminent.

“Do they have doctors? Midwives?” Harry’s body shifted, jarring Ginny awake. He had started to lean forward, his attention solely on Phil. Ginny turned her eyes to the man as well.

“Yeah.” Phil looked between the three other adults in the room. “I mean, that’s what I’ve heard at least.”

“What?” Ginny sat up and had to clear her throat so she didn’t sound like a boy going through puberty. “What are you talking about?”

Harry’s hand came to her arm and started rubbing soothing tracks up and down. “You nodded off, luv. Phil was telling us about a group of people up in Scotland who have made some sort of city.”

“A colony,” Phil corrected. “I haven’t been there, but I heard about it a year or so ago and had been toying with the idea of going to check it out.” His eyes slid down to Ginny’s stomach. “And apparently there are doctors and midwives.”

Ginny’s eyes followed Phil’s. The idea of a medical professional… someone who could help her when this baby decided to come out… It was like some of the dreams she’d had since finding out she was pregnant. Harry’s hand came down from her arm to rest on her stomach. She looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze. Ginny could tell his thoughts were running parallel to hers.

“That sounds worth checking out.” Bill was looking at Ginny from his spot in the bulky armchair. “We could go up there and just check it out. Maybe see if they could take a look at you, Ginny.”

Phil’s hand shot to the back of his neck. “I don’t know much about them, in all honesty. I don’t know if they respond well to outsiders.”

Harry’s gaze shot away from Ginny’s as he pounced at Phil’s words. “But you were going to go check them out, weren’t you? Why would you go and risk your life to see them if you didn’t know if they’d accept you?”

“That was just me.” Phil’s hands came out in a defensive gesture. “I just don’t know if it would be worth the risk with your pregnant -- uh, I don’t know if you two are married.”

“In every way but by a church.” Ginny placed a hand on Harry’s leg, knowing Phil was digging himself a grave, and that Harry was more than ready to become his undertaker. She turned her gaze on Bill. “So maybe we could send a scout to see if they are friendly.”

Bill scratched his chin. “That wouldn’t be a bad idea.” He turned to Phil. “Do you know where their base is?”

“I mean…” Phil sighed. “I don’t know the exact coordinates or anything but I think it’s somewhere along Loch Ness.”

“Why there?” Harry asked, his tone still suspicious.

“The name Nessie was thrown around a lot.” Phil shrugged. “I really don’t know, but it was the only thing that made sense in my mind.”

Bill nodded. “No, that is a rather easy code to figure out… how many other Nessies are there?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s a lot of ground to cover, even with a car.”

“That’s why I never did it.”

The room went silent. Harry’s annoyance at Phil was practically palpable. Ginny moved her hand to Harry’s knee and gave it a sharp squeeze, hoping to bring his attention to her. He turned to face her. In a silent plea, she asked him to just wait a few moments before doing or saying anything. He grimaced, but his eyes lost some of their heat.

Ginny squeezed Harry’s knee once more before turning her gaze on Phil. “So, maybe now is the perfect chance to go out and find out, right Phil?”

Phil looked up from the floor, where his attention had dropped to avoid Harry’s sharp looks. “Huh?”

“Well...” Ginny let the word roll off her tongue like she was coming up with the idea on the spot. “If you were to head out there and find out if they would let us come see them…” She placed a hand back onto her stomach, making sure Phil’s eyes followed the movement. “It would be nice to see someone before the baby is born.”

“Would you do that, Phil?” Bill asked, beaming at his friend. “If we lent you one for the cars we’ve fixed up, would you head over towards Loch Ness and see if you could find them? It would be so good for Ginny.”

Phil looked like a cornered cat. His eyes bounced back and forth between Ginny and Bill (dodging Harry entirely). “Uh -- I mean, I guess I could.”

Bill clasped his hands together. “Great! We’ll get you all set up in the morning with some supplies and what not.” He stood and walked over to his friend, clapping a large hand on the other man’s shoulder. “This means so much to me, Phil. Thank you.”

“Of course.” Phil seemed to have lost color, but it was hard to tell in the flickering candlelight. “I best head up and get some sleep.”

“Good idea. We all should get some rest.” Bill came over to the sofa and kissed the crown of Ginny’s head before patting Harry’s shoulder. “This is gonna be a good thing, I can feel it.”

Ginny nodded. “Me too, Bill.” She turned to Phil who had risen out of his chair. “Thanks, Phil.”

“Sure, Ginny.” Phil let out a shaky breath. “Anything I can do to help.”

Bill and Phil left the sitting room together, walking up the stairs talking in hushed tones. Ginny turned to Harry. His jaw was slack as he stared at her.

“What?” Ginny cocked her head to the left. “I told you I didn’t want him here, and Loch Ness seems like a good enough place to send him.”

“You are --” Harry shook his head, his smile becoming wider and wider. “You’re incredible.”

Ginny shrugged, but she knew the cocky smirk on her lips negated the nonchalance. Harry leaned over and kissed her. Ginny happily tangled her hands in his hair.

Harry pulled back and stood quickly from the cushion, offering her a hand up. “Come on, I wanna show you just how in awe I am of you.”

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"How do you think Phil is doing?" Bill asked Ginny as he sat beside her on the rickety old wicker sofa on the back porch. Ginny had been resting with him against the cottage wall, watching happily as Harry and Victorie passed a football back and forth.

She turned to look at her brother. "I don't know. it's been about three weeks since he left?" And what a glorious three weeks it had been. Ginny hadn't felt so calm in ages. Without Phil and his unknown alliances looming over her, Ginny felt almost normal… well, minus the growing human pressing on all those important organs. "He's had some time to find that colony.”

"Yeah, but I just figured he would have come back with some intel by now." Bill's brow was furrowed in concern. Ginny wanted to feel bad for sending Bill's friend out of the safety of their compound, but she just couldn't drag up any guilt. All she could feel was relief. Still, she wished her brother wasn't distressed over his friend.

"I'm sure he'll be back any day now." Ginny reached across the small gap between them and patted her brother’s knee.

Bill sighed before nodding once. His blue eyes, just like their father's, held a touch of sadness while he forced a smile on his lips. "So, how's that baby? I know Victorie was kicking up a storm by this point."

Ginny smiled fondly down at her stomach, hand unconsciously coming to rest on the protruding bump. “Yeah, and he or she loves bouncing on my bladder every time I try to shut my eyes.”

Bill laughed. “Yeah, they tend to do that.” He looked towards the garden where Victoire had just let out a delighted squeal. Harry had lifted her up into the air, dangling her above the grass by her toes. “Harry’s gonna be a great father.”

Ginny didn’t know if he was talking to himself or not, but she couldn’t agree more. “He may not know it, but he will be.”

“You know...” Bill turned back to Ginny, his eyes now alight with with what she could only describe as joy. “I honestly didn’t know what to think at first. You and Harry,” he clarified at Ginny’s quirked brows, “but you two suit each other.”

Ginny looked back at Harry and Vic. The little girl giggled wildy as Harry tickled her tummy. As if he sensed her gaze, Harry looked up at the porch. He smile widened as he met her eyes. Butterflies flew throughout her stomach. After all these years, he still affected her like a love-sick teenage girl. “Yeah, I think we do, too.”

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It took a second for Harry to register what woke him from his lovely dream of him and Ginny soaking in the sun by the sea coast. The loud crack was still reverberating in his ears. Gun fire.

He bolted out of bed, his hands automatically reaching for the glasses he left beside his bed. Shoving the frames onto his face, his eyes instantly sought out Ginny. She was sitting up in their bed, blinking rapidly in the bright moonlight the window provided.

“Was that a gunshot?” she whispered into the now-deafening silence.

“I think so.” Harry reached to the floor where he’d left his trousers when he’d crawled under the covers. “I’m gonna go take a look.”

“I’m coming too.” Ginny hastened to detangle herself from the blankets but Harry shook his head.

“Hold on. You should go check on Vic.” It was a good idea, but it also kept Ginny busy long enough for Harry to assess the situation.

“Harry.” Ginny’s glare was lessened by the lack of light, but Harry knew she was scowling at him.

He held up a hand in defense. “We need to see if she’s all right.” She let out a sharp breath from her nose, but didn’t argue. Harry moved around the end of the bed and kissed her. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” Ginny ran a hand down his chest before pushing him towards the door. “Be careful.”

Harry smirked at her as he walked backwards towards the door, stopping at the cabinet where he stored his gun. He undid the clip, checking to make sure it was still fully loaded. “You know me, I never go looking for trouble. It usually just finds me.”

Ginny snorted as she reached for the overly large shirt she had discarded for the sake of comfort before she’d fallen asleep. Harry let his eyes roam over her form one final time. The way her long red hair fell in the moonlight was hypnotizing, and the curve of her chest had always drawn his attention. But it was her stomach that his gaze kept falling back to. Over the past few months, Harry had been fascinated by her growing stomach, and just the other day he’d seen a foot push against her skin. His child was alive in there, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to protect Ginny and their baby.

Before sentiment became too strong to overcome, Harry turned around and moved towards the stairs. He moved slowly, dodging the spots that would cause the old floorboards to creak. He wasn’t sure where the gun shot had come from, other than it was near the house… or maybe in the house.

Harry crept down, one stair at a time, listening for any foreign sounds. He didn’t hear anything until his foot touched the second to last step from the bottom. There were muffled voices on the other side of the front door. Cautiously, he made it to the window, pushing the curtain imperceptibly to the left.

Not much could be seen in the waning moonlight, but Harry could recognize the back of Bill’s head by the long ponytail. Bill stood stock-still on the porch, his attention on the group of three men, two of whom held another down to his knees. Phil was being forced to kneel in the dirt, a gun pressed to his right temple. His face was swollen and bruised and his chest rose in painful jerks.

The gun moved as the holder spoke angrily. Harry couldn’t completely hear what the man was saying, but based his amature lip-reading the stranger was demanding, “Food, ammo, and the girl.”

Harry slowly slid the curtain back into place. The girl… Nope! That wasn’t fucking happening! He needed to get a clear shot on the two men. If he went through the back garden, he could land a shot on the bloke with the gun and deal with his friend after.

As he made his way through the sitting room towards the kitchen, Bill’s muffled reply reached Harry’s ears. He didn’t need to watch Bill’s lips to understand what he had said. It was easy enough to make it through the back garden. The moon provided the perfect amount of lighting and shadow, allowing him to see, but not be seen.

Now that there were no walls blocking out sound, Harry could hear the rough voice of the intruder: “You really want to test me, Billy.” The way he crooned Bill’s name made shivers crawl down Harry’s spine. “I have no patience when it comes to insubordinate people.”

Bill’s voice had taken a tone Harry had never heard before. It reminded him of a wolf, growling at its prey. “You’ll never come near my daughter.”

Harry reached the edge of the house and peered around the wall. Without his view partially blinded by the curtain, Harry could see what was happening much clearer. Phil had his hands tied as the man held the Glock 18 to his head. The shooter was bald with a face that reminded Harry of a cobra, down to his sharp eyes, cunning and ready to strike.

After taking a second to make sure the rest of his surroundings were clear, Harry stepped out from the side of the house, his sights locked on the bald man.

Bang!

Harry nearly dropped his weapon at the echo. He hadn’t pulled the trigger! Then, Phil fell limp to the ground. Brain matter and blood mixed with the dirt next to Phil’s dead body.

The shooter bared his wicked teeth. “Now this is the point where you say over my dead body, and I make that threat come true.” He changed his target, now pointing the weapon at Bill.

Harry didn’t need any more encouragement. He aimed again, right at the side of the man’s bald head. This time, his ears had time to prepare for the noise as he pulled the trigger. His shooting was as good as ever, and he hit his mark with perfect accuracy.

The man crumpled to the ground.

“Fuck!"

Harry turned in time to see the dead man's companion pull a pistol from his jacket. Training his sights on the new threat, Harry watched in horror as the new man pointed his weapon at Bill. The crack of gunfire rang in Harry's ears before he pulled his own trigger. His target fell to the ground, eyes wide and vacant.

"Bill!"

Harry heard the panic in Ginny's voice and realized too late why he'd heard his gunfire before he'd pulled his trigger. He rounded the house and saw Bill crumpled on the ground, his hand pressing over his chest. Ginny was trying to keep the sobbing Victorie from leaving the house, but the little girl was desperate to reach her daddy.

"Gin, stay with Vic!" Harry yelled as he ran towards the porch. He jumped the four stairs and slid to a stop beside Bill. He went to his knees, adding his own pressure to the profusely bleeding wound. Blood had seeped around Bill's hand and was staining the fabric of his white shirt.

"Harry." Bill's voice sounded far and distant, like he was at the end of a tunnel. "Is Vic—" He coughed, blood rising to coat his lips. "Did Vic see?"

"I --" Harry didn't want him to worry about Victorie at that moment. "Ginny has her, Bill."

Bill gave a weak nod. "Good. Don --" his chest heaved as he drew breath, "don't let her see me like this."

Harry's throat felt tight as he tried to think of a way to save the man who had become a brother to him. The wound was bleeding too much for any of their basic medical supplies. Even the stuff they'd gathered from the hospital when they went for Ginny's ultrasound wouldn't be enough. If Harry had to guess, he’d bet the bullet went through a lung. He didn't even want to risk turning the man over to see if it was clean shot.

"They wanted Vic, Harry." Bill coughed again, spraying more red. "Don’t let -- if there are more -” He choked.

“Of course they will never get her.” Harry soothed. “I’d die before I’d let someone—” Bill let out a wheeze. He was fading fast, unable to gather enough oxygen. He opened his mouth but Harry shook his head. “Save your breath.”

“No -” Bill gave him an appreciative smile. “No point.” He took another drawn out and seemingly painful breath. “You and Ginny -- will take good care -- of Vic.”

It wasn’t a question. There wasn’t any doubt about it. Bill’s eyes lazily slid shut as if he were falling into a peaceful dream.

“Bill.” Harry gave the man’s shoulder a light shake. “Bill.” But Bill didn't respond. His chest rose a few more times, then stilled. Harry moved his hand to Bill’s neck. No pulse. He looked up to where Ginny had been. She was still struggling with Victoire, but Ginny wasn’t trying to leave the girl any more. Rather, she wrapped her arms around Vic’s shoulders and held her as close as she could. Tears filled her eyes as she met Harry’s gaze. She knew that her brother was gone.

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“How’s Vic?” Harry asked, taking the empty sofa cushion next to Ginny. The little girl in question currently lay sleeping in her aunt’s lap.

Ginny sighed. “She cried herself to sleep.” She shook her head. “She saw it all, Harry. I was trying to get her to go out the back door with me, but when I heard the gunshot…” Ginny licked her lips, her mouth opening for a moment before words came out. “I panicked and went to see what happened.”

Harry threw an arm over Ginny’s shoulder, bringing her closer to his body. She pressed her face into his shirt, her body trembling slightly. Her voice was muffled as she continued her story. “I thought you’d been shot, and I couldn’t think of anything else.”

He just held her close, hoping his presence would help nullify any of those dark thoughts. After a minute, Ginny inhaled a few deep breaths before pulling back. His shirt was damp, but he didn’t care as long as she felt better. He brushed away a stray tear with his thumb.

“So.” She sniffed. “Did you find out anything from their bodies?”

Harry had buried Bill before checking on Ginny and Victoire who had gone back into the house. Victoire had been understably upset and needed comfort, so Ginny had volunteered to stay in the house with Vic while Harry took care of their assailants. Ginny knew he would have taken the chance to go through their pockets in hopes of finding anything useful or even information on why they’d come to their home.

He nodded, pulling out a map from the bald man’s trouser pocket. Harry opened it wide, and it showed the entirety of the United Kingdom. Red marks covered the terrain in between scribbles of notes and markers. Ginny’s eyes were drawn to the Xs covering the lower part of the map—London, Bath, and Peterborough, just to name a few of the crossed areas.

“See, I think the Xs are places they’ve gone and looted.” Harry dragged his finger over the lower country. “And that means up this way”— he slid his way up towards Scotland— “is still untouched.”

Ginny had to agree with his hypothesis. Even with her limited knowledge of tactics and following map layouts, she guessed the bandits had started near London and made their way across the country, just like she and Harry had so many years ago. What she couldn’t quite understand was what Harry was planning. There must be a reason for the tactical lesson. “Okay, so what are you thinking?”

Harry looked away from the chart, his eyes hard. “I think we need to leave and find a new place to live.”

That was exactly what Ginny had feared. She knew it was all based on logic. Someone found them once, so they could be found again. Not to mention, they didn’t know how many more people knew of their whereabouts. Was it just the bald man and his friend, or was there a whole clan of people that knew where they lived?

She sighed, leaning her head onto Harry’s shoulder. “So where do you think we should head?”

Harry placed the map on his lap and moved his hand to her thigh, rubbing slowly up and down. “Towards Loch Ness.”

“Really?” Ginny tilted her head to look at his set jaw.

“If Phil was right and there were doctors --” Harry’s words fell short, his attention drifting to her rounded stomach. “We gotta at least try and if Phil was a lying pig, then we just go find a new place to settle.”

“But we don’t know where it is around Loch Ness.”

“That’s true,” Harry agreed. His hand had moved up from her thigh to her stomach still rubbing soothingly. “But it’s the only lead we have. We’ll take the car out front, siphoning gas from the bandit’s truck.”

He was right, of course. Ginny knew they had limited options; with the baby coming sooner rather than later and Bill… She took a deep breath. “Okay. We should get some rest.”

Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering. “I’ll take Vic up. She should sleep with us tonight.”

She nodded and waited for Harry to take the little girl in his arms before rising. In so little time, everything she’d grown accustomed to had changed.The question was, would they ever find a place where they could truly settle again?

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Harry shut the car door as quietly as he could, locking it behind him. Vic and Ginny were both fast asleep and he had no desire to wake them. They had been driving up north for three days, stopping often so Victorie wouldn't become too overwhelmed by being in the car for so long. Not to mention Ginny's constant need to pee.

This time, it was Harry's bladder that caused the halt in progress. He had parked on the side of the road near a cluster of trees that gave him perfect coverage.

It didn't take long for Harry to finish his business. He zipped up his trousers before making his way back to the vehicle. The rising sun presented the perfect amount of light for Harry to make out the looming figure standing by the car… by his family.

"Oi!" Harry bellowed as he ran towards the person, reaching to the holster he'd attached to his belt as he went. The man— and now that he was closer, Harry could tell it was a man— raised his hands into the sky, palms facing out.

"Don't shoot!" The stranger’s voice deep but in a friendly, your-favorite-uncle kind of way. "I mean no harm."

Harry continued to point his pistol at the man, though he moved with less gusto, focusing on aim rather than speed. "Back away from the car."

The man did as he was told, cautiously walking backwards ten meters, hands still raised. Harry reached the car and looked at his sleeping family. The yelling hadn't even woken them. He looked back at the interloper, taking in his well combed hair and clean clothing. He looked… normal, which was more alarming then if he'd been covered in grime and tattered clothing. In today’s world, normal was unnatural.

“Who are you?” Harry asked keeping his sights locked on the man.

“My name is Bruce.” The stranger kept his hands raised, not faltering in his eye contact. “I saw your car from over there.” He pointed towards a house. “And I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, now you know. And now you can leave us be.”

“Would your companion’s name be Ginny, by chance?” Bruce didn’t flinch when Harry’s hand jerked.

Harry’s mind was moving at the speed of light. Why? How? Who? Instead of asking all his questions in a concise manner, his jaw hung open.

Bruce stepped cautiously towards the vehicle. “I think you should come with me. There is someone back at my base who would love to see you.”

Nope was the first thought that ran through Harry’s mind. He knew nothing about this bloke, and just because he knew Ginny’s name didn’t mean he should be trusted. Actually, it made Harry trust him less.

“I know you don’t have any reason to trust me.” Bruce took another wary step forward. “But it will all be explained in five minutes. The base is right over there.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “You can even keep me at gun point if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

Harry didn’t have a clue what to do. It was probably a trap, but at the same time… he’d known Ginny’s name. Ginny! “Don’t move,” he told Bruce in his more threatening tone, before opening the driver’s side door and crawling into the seat on his knees. Leaning across the console, Harry gently shook Ginny awake. “Gin.”

She slowly opened her eyes. “Harry?”

“There is someone here.”

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Ginny walked beside Harry, who carried the still sleeping Vic. She kept the gun on Bruce’s back, never letting it waver. Who the fuck was this guy? Bruce hadn’t explained much, but what he had said made Ginny’s curious side flare. How did he know her name? Who wanted to see them... her?

“It’s right here.” Bruce pointed to a simple church twenty meters in front of them. “I’ll give them the code.” He made his way up the steps, Ginny and Harry following close. Bruce knocked once, then twice, and finally three more times in rapid succession.

The door opened a crack showing the bare minimum of a face. “Bruce?”

“Malcolm, it’s fine. This is Ginny, Harry, and little Victoire.”

“Ginny?” Malcolm widened the opening. “Like --”

“I think so.” Bruce glanced over his shoulder at Ginny. “Let us in, please.”

The door opened completely revealing a welcoming wide space. Camp beds covered the floor, most of which had snoozing occupants. Malcolm waved them in and they followed Bruce inside the building.

“I’ll wait here if you want to—” Bruce spoke to Malcolm but a sharp gasp and the sound of a dropping pan made the group turn their gaze.

Ginny's mind went blank as she stared at the man. It had been years, nearly ten, but his face hadn't changed.

"Ginny?" His voice was like sandpaper as he stood stock still.

Nothing in this world could have prepared her for this moment. She’d accepted that the idea of seeing him again was a pipe dream, but he was there in front of her.

Ginny stepped forward. "Dad?"

#hinny #hinny fic #hinny fanfic #harry potter fan fiction #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry X ginny #Hinny Doom Days

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TOP 10 LEAST RECOMMENDED STORIES OF 2019′S REVIEWS

I don’t want to be rude, honestly. I appreciate what these people were trying to do, but something went wrong. At least, from my point of view. This doesn’t mean that the people involved are bad professionals. Not all stories can be greatest hits. Well, this is a list of stories that I just cannot recommend.

NUMBER TEN NO FATHER FOR JIMMY! SUPERMAN’S PAL JIMMY OLSEN #128 (1970)

BY E.NELSON BRIDWELL AND PETE COSTANZA

My problem with most of the stories in this list is how they disrespect the reader. In this story, many of the “facts” are just random bullshit. There is a limit for suspension of disbelief. Here the mayans (who are still around and kidnapping gingers they confuse with gods, in public touristic sites), mostly fit the needs of the writer. It was so much easier to create a new civilization, just for this story.

NUMBER NINE AMERICA VS. THE JUSTICE SOCIETY (1985)

BY ROY THOMAS, DANN THOMAS, HOWARD BENDER, JERRY ORDWAY, ALFREDO ALCALA, MICHAEL BAIR, RAFAEL KAYANAN, RICH BUCKLER, BILL COLLINS, ADRIENNE ROY AND CARL GAFFORD

My problem with this story is that there is no need for it. It’s just Thomas making the Justice Society tell stories about their past, with no real importance to the plot and then having a very over-complicated story around a not very bright Batman of Earth-2, solving a crime indirectly. And the villain kills himself. Until he appears again during Crisis, of course.

NUMBER EIGHT MIGHTY MUTANIMALS #8 (1993)

BY PHIL NUTMAN, KEN MITCHRONEY, BRIAN THOMAS AND BARRY GROSSMAN

Some things were created with the illusion of (mostly) making money, and when they don’t work... those things are abandoned and forgotten. Such is the case of Archie Comics’ Mighty Mutanimals. They couldn’t land a cartoon and toys deal, so they decided to kill them all in one panel. Hey Kids, Comics!

But this issue has nothing to do with that. After several crossovers, the Mutanimals go into a new mission that consist on vomiting facts about whale hunting (and lessons in poor broken Spanish). I am actually impressed this wasn’t written by Steve Murphy.

NUMBER SEVEN TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES / SAVAGE DRAGON, SAVAGE DRAGON #22 (1995)

BY MICHAEL DOONEY, ERIK LARSEN, STEVE LAVIGNE, ALTERED EARTH ARTS, REUBEN RUDE AND ANTONIA KOHL

Speaking of ambition, the TMNT / Savage Dragon crossovers are never a full experience, you have to know what is going on Savage Dragon to read them. This is great if you are a Savage Dragon fan, but not so great if you are a fan of TMNT. The story is boring and you will forget about it in 1 minute.

NUMBER SIX THE FLASH #64 (2019)

BY JOSHUA WILLIAMSON, RAFA SANDOVAL, JORDI TARRAGONA, TOMEU MOREY AND CHRIS BURNHAM.

It isn’t enough to explain what your character is. You need to show the reader what you mean. In this story we are led to believe that Barry is a very smart man, just because Batman says so. With Williamson, Flash is always one of the smartest men in the universe, you know, because other characters say so. But he never really shows this intelligence in his stories. This is very annoying. After sixty-something issues, there is still nothing unique about Barry Allen.

But nothing about this issue feels natura. This is a tie-in with Heroes in Crisis (that miraculously didn’t make it into this list), which is already awful, and it is also a cross-over with Tom King’s Batman... that is also going nowhere at the time I am writing this. So it is hard to tell who to blame for this issue. I don’t think this story was written by one person, and I am under the impression, it was written by editorial decisions. At least I hope so.

NUMBER FIVE JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #245 (1985)

BY GERRY CONWAY, LUKE MCDONNELL AND MIKE MACHLAN

The reason this issue made it so high in the list it’s because it is quite boring, unnecessary and generic. It doesn’t really need Steel in it. Any character could have done the same. Sadly, it is a Crisis tie-in (but you can skip it).

NUMBER FOUR YOUNGBLOOD

These Rob Liefeld early issues are very hard to understand, and just looking at the art doesn’t really help. You will feel completely taken out of the story by the horrible anatomy and the horrible dialogue.

NUMBER THREE AVENGERS #200 (1980)

BY JIM SHOOTER (ALLEGEDLY), GEORGE PÉREZ (PARTIALLY), DAVID MICHELINIE (PERHAPS), BOB LAYTON (MAYBE), DAN GREEN AND BEN SEAN.

I honestly think, this story could have gone higher in the list, but because no one want to acknowledge they wrote the thing, I think at least there are enough signs here to avoid the issue. However, if you like feeling outraged by a comic, give it a try.

In this issue, Carol Danvers comes back, pregnant, gives birth, then the baby grows up to reveal he is his own father that raped Carol to have himself. Then the Avengers let her go with him to the rape dimension.

Chris Claremont would later “fix” this story as much as possible.

NUMBER TWO BENDIS’ SUPERMAN (2019)

Mostly by Brian Michael Bendis, Ivan Reis and Joe Prado.

Superman is one of those comics that suffers a lot when a new writers comes in, without understanding the characters. Mostly because it is pretty obvious right away. Add to that, when a writers wants to completely ignore what was loved by fans, it’s just doing things to generate controversy, and that doesn’t make good storytelling (generally).

At least when John Byrne updated the character, it was a reboot. Bendis came just after a successful run that is still canon, but the way he thinks Lois Lane “functions” and his aging of Jonathan Kent, plus Superman being a complete different character, is making this run one of the lowest points in Superman history.

NUMBER ONE KING’S BATMAN (2019)

Mostly by Tom King, Mikel Janín, Tony S. Daniel and Jorge Fornés.

Many things have been said about this run by outraged fans. I do not agree with some of them... but I have to agree whenever it comes to story. Tom King demonstrated a lot of craft with his Mister Miracle series. But here, he falls prey to lazy writing. Add to that some editorial meddling and you have a three-year run that you should mostly skip. There are good stories in the middle of this run, but in the end, it doesn’t make sense. King took the main Batman hostage for three years (and we are about to get it back).

The good thing is that every now and then, the same teams deliver good stuff. So as I said, not all of them can be Greatest Hits, but the top two are something to take seriously, as these are the two main DC properties, and with those titles failing, I do not feel motivated to read the rest of the line. I cannot be the only person going through this.

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oof ok i have a lot so you can choose (phan aus for the headcanons ask): detective au (one or both of them), au where dan is still a fan/never met phil in 2009, supernatural au (one of them is not human), x-men-type mutants au, hogwarts au (i had to :p)

You wanted only one AU you said? I’m sorry, Phan is my hyperfocus of the month so it looks like you win the headcannons of 3/5 the AUs and you know what? I’m not even sorry my homie.

This is long so I threw it under a cut.

Detective AU

1. Okay so, one would think Dan is the detective with his charming good looks who could get him into locations easily and charm people but Phil is actually a great detective because even though he’s tall, he just lives his life wanting to help people find something lost or someone missing or make sure people are not being unfairly treated. Dan is more his handler, part secretary (look someone needs to make sense of Phil’s notes, file them in a way that makes sense and is easily accessible to other people, and make sure Phil doesn’t overwork himself into a migraine like he has the past three weeks) and part paralegal at Phil’s little detective agency. He is very protective of his boss.

2. Phil loves being a detective. He doesn’t like to “spill tea” on clients like some people like to think he does, but he likes helping 80 year old women who were robbed get their wedding rings back or help someone find their missing child (he wishes those cases turned out a lot better than they usually do, but at the very least he helps people begin to grieve). He likes helping find justice and is actually pretty particular about what cases he’ll take. He hates doing cases about people thinking their spouses are cheating and really he does those if he’s desperate to make sure that he can pay Dan and his bills.

3. You can pry this one from my cold dead hands but Phil definitely has a corgi named Watson that he likes to dress up in plaid. Watson comes to the office with Phil because of long hours and has a little bed under Phil’s obnoxiously large desk that he bought specifically so he could have a bed for Watson there. Phil likes to pretend he’s hurt by Watson also curling up under Dan’s desk (but really he just goes soft for Dan’s voice going high pitched and “hello Watson”).

4. Dan is not a lawyer in the AU, but he did complete a paralegal program! As a paralegal, Dan can do legal research for anyone, but usually he does it for any jobs Phil did that end up needing to go to court. He can also draft legal documents and is also a notary; he just can’t legally represent anyone in court. Dan likes to joke that he is a slacker to the fact that “I’m a lawyer, but the bare minimum of one”. They met at college when Phil was in his last year of majoring in criminal justice and media studies and Dan was still on the track to wanting to be a lawyer. He took a gap (period) of years, had an existential crisis, became better friends with Phil during that time. Phil originally started his detective agency with another partner and when they left, Dan took over the secretarial side of things. It took him a few years, but he eventually went back to school to finish his paralegal certificate and Phil cheered the loudest at his graduation ceremony.

5. I don’t know how these two get together in the AU, but just know it is a slow burn. Like literal years and months and eons of mutual pining with them taking Watson on walks and late nights at the office and shared coffee runs and Dan always being scared Phil is going to do something super dangerous for his health like climb in a vent or park to close to a gangster’s house and get shot. After they get together, they do agree that Dan should get a another job because working together and living together with Phil’s unpredictable schedule was causing some fights for a long period of time (because they didn’t live together before this point). Dan does still stop by pretty often and double check the secretaries work and curl up in the corner of the sofa of Phil’s office (“Dan’s sofa crease” Phil affectionately calls it) and work on stuff for his other job at a nonprofit for mental health awareness.

Dan is a Fanboy and Literally the Biggest Philly AU (The barely alternate timeline tbh)

1. So, this is literally always my favorite kind of AU and I have a lot of soft feelings about these boys always managing to find each other somehow. But yes, Dan got discouraged after the like 100th time of subtweeting Phil and commenting on his videos and not getting a response, he never reached out to Phil for editing tips. Instead!!! He reaches out to a few other YouTubers years later when he’s going through his existential crisis and he’s like “you know, the last time i was happy was when I on YouTube all the time”. So he takes a gap year in university to try and see if it’s something he likes doing. He was not expecting for his channel to be well received. It takes him ages to figure out the jumpcut thing.

2. Because he never got to know Phil as young as he did, when they first meet at Summer In the City, Dan is actively trying not to lose his shit. Because holy fuck. This is Amazing Phil. This is the guy who he would play in the background while he studied and would donate so much on live streams and upvote and fuck he’s wearing some OG Phil merch with Lion on it. He walks around all day with his jacket zipped up because Phil can’t know he’s a fan; Phil is so smart and creative and funny and god. He’s completely turned upside down when Phil sees him and approaches him because “you’re danny’s snot on fire, right?”

Dan never regretted a username more in HIS LIFE and this exact moment lead to his rebranding months later

3. But they exchanged contact information and eventually did a collab video: Phil is Not on Fire. And they whole time, Dan is trying not to breathe too deep or do anything annoying because he’s in Phil’s bedroom??? His filming area??? His pants are on the floor like two feet away??? And when the tackle happens, Dan hopes he didn’t get a concussion and hallucinated the whole thing because Phil is warm and grinning at him with his tongue sticking out and holy shit, this is better than any video, gif, screen redraw, anything. Seeing it up close???

4. Phil doesn’t even notice Dan’s a fan until him and Jimmy do a ‘What’s in my tumblr tag?’ and Dan’s blog comes up with some Phil gif reblogs from back in the day and Phil just messages Dan screenshots. Dan is mortified. He’s going to delete his tumblr. He’s not Tyler (not that Tyler is bad, they’ve messaged a few times, but Dan’s not a /fanboy/ ((lmao he is))). Phil just giggles on the video and says that Dan is such a nice guy. Kind of. Definitely cheats at Mario Kart. Dan is literally going to die, this is the second best day of his life

5.They get together when they are both traveling for Playlist Live and they hook up at a party one of the nights there. Dan would be mortified if he didn’t wake up and Phil was still there. He didn’t take off in the middle of the night; he’s wrapped around Phil and Phil is mumbling under his breath about how Dan needs to stop moving and just sleep. Their coming out video is on Dan’s Channel and is Titled “I’m still #1 phil trash” which is a throw back to a privated video called “#1 phil trash” where it’s Dan talking about how talented and funny and inspirational Phil Lester is for six minutes because someone had asked him on Formspring who one of his idols was .

Hogwarts AU

1. Phil is from a magical household and his brother is a squib with a banging music career. Maybe it’s latent magic? Either way, Martyn is a sick af dj and Phil loves it when it’s time for summer vacation because he can visit Martyn in London and see some shows (he can’t go every night) or just wander around during the day with Martyn’s girlfriend Cornelia, who graduated from Durmstrang Institute, while Martyn sleeps off a late night show. Martyn being a Squib leads him to take Muggle Studies though because he wants to be able to connect with the world Martyn lives in and someday, at the rate technology is expanding, he is going to have to leave the isolating wizarding world.

2. Dan is from a muggle family and it shows in the tenacious way he fights to be accepted by his fellow Slytherins. Every O on an assignment he gets is validation, because see I belong here, I’m one of you, I may not have families who can trace their magic past Bloody Mary or past the plague, but I am still one of Merlin’ people. He isn’t a braggart though; it’s more of an internal validation until someone asks him for help in a subject.

3. Phil first really approaches Dan in his second year. He brought a hamster to Hogwarts (look, they’ve gotten relatively relaxed since Harry defeated the Dark Lord and the Peter Pettigrew Incident) and didn’t realize she was pregnant. The hamster had five babies and Phil remembered the lonely looking Slytherin who sat at the back of three of their house’s shared classes and thought “the boy needs a friend” so he gives Dan one of the babies. Dan names her Suki and spends so much time trying to make her happy.

4. Dan and Phil first kiss in Hogsmeade towards the end of their sixth year. Because look, these boys are magical but you can’t expect magic to help them get a clue. But they are sitting one one of the benches in town during early March and sipping Butterbeer and Phil just looks over and knows he has to kiss Dan. It’s a biological need. And it’s a good first kiss, warm and syrupy from the butterbeer.

5. Look I love Phil but I’m 99% sure Phil is someone who splinches when he Apparates. He leaves behind clothes more often than not, but there was one instance he left behind his left hand. Dan is fond, but it definitely explains the 20000 socks just lying around the flat they get after graduating.

#phan au #hogwarts au #detective au #dan is a philly confirmedau #phan headcannons

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How could Clint resist?

Right Beside You (ao3) - scrappymitchell peggy/steve T, 106k

Summary: Steve Rogers is woken in New York City 1947, almost marking two years since his death. Now reunited with Peggy who has had a lot of things happen in her life during his absence. The pair get back to their relationship and are whisked away to sunny LA, throwing Steve back into work beside Peggy. As it should be.

Right or Left? Either Way I’m Screwed (ao3) - Office jane/thor, loki/tony G, 14k

Summary: Thor has been having some trouble convincing Jane to marry him and become his queen. Jane is suddenly pregnant and has to make a decision. Can Loki help sort out their relationship or will it end in ruin? Thor/Jane Est.FrostIron

right where you are (that's where I am) (ao3) - overtures mj/peter T, 8k

Summary: Luckily for Ned, Peter chooses that moment to slide into the spot next to MJ. “Hey guys, sorry, had a phone call,” he says, setting his lunch tray down on the table. The tension between MJ and Ned is apparently pretty obvious, because he starts to look back and forth between them, eyes narrowing in confusion. “What’s going on?”

“I was just asking Ned about the videos on your laptop,” MJ replies candidly, “since you won’t tell me what they are I thought I’d look for answers somewhere else.”

Peter groans. “You’re still on that?”

MJ nods, licking the yogurt off of her spoon. She doesn’t miss the way Peter’s eyes flicker down towards her mouth briefly, or how he pointedly swallows and steers the conversation away from the videos and towards a different topic. Huh.

(MJ develops a crush. Everything's fine, until it's not.)

Ring of Fire (ao3) - NyxEtoile, OlivesAwl pepper/tony M, 23k

Summary: Post Iron Man 2.

"Why don't we take a vacation?"

"Like the last vacation where you stole a race-car and we almost got sliced into ribbons by your crazy, tentacle-having nemesis?" She put her hand over her eyes, remembering the car she was in getting sliced in half.

"No. No, nothing like that one. A good vacation." He tapped her nose as if to distract her. "You. Me. Secluded island. No work, no cameras. No suit," he added, like dangling out a carrot.

Rise Up (ao3) - Wix stephen/tony N/R, 52k

Summary: Tony leaves the Avengers in the wake of Ultron when he refuses to standby and approve of their choices. Fate’s quick to step in though and show that where one door closes, another one just might open.

risk (ao3) - strawberrylipstick mj/peter N/R, 5k

Summary: “What kind of twisted, Jane the Virgin shit is this?” “MJ, listen—” “No! You listen. There’s no way I’m pregnant.” She stands up, then sits down, light-headed. Closes her eyes and a pair of warm brown eyes stare back at her. “I mean…I don’t think so.”

Or the one where Michelle Jones is indeed pregnant, but she hasn’t even slept with anyone. At least, she can’t remember who.

Robot Trip (ao3) - copperbadge pepper/tony T, 8k

Summary: Tony is driving from Malibu to Manhattan with a robot in the back seat and Captain America riding escort at Pepper's behest. What could possibly go wrong?

Rocket Science (ao3) - marsmaywander, youcancallmearrow bucky/tony G, 12k

Summary: Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”

Rocks Fall; Everyone Dies (ao3) - paperclipbitch pepper/tony M, 5k

Summary: Pepper tries to smile. “You know me,” she says, “always putting out Tony’s fires.”

[Civil War tie-in.]

Romantic Arrangements (ao3) - aphrosCartographer bruce/tony N/R, 3k

Summary: What happens when Tony and Bruce meet in their third year of university? What happens when Bruce gets snowed in his shitty apartment on Christmas and can't get home? This story answers those questions.

Rub a Dub (ao3) - Unforgotten bucky/loki M, 2k

Summary: After Bucky breaks his right hand and his metal arm in the same week, he has trouble with pretty much everything.

Loki's surprisingly good about helping out.

Runs in the Family (ao3) - benwisehart wanda/vision T, 27k

Summary: Starting a family is always a leap of faith. Sometimes relationships are hard. Sometimes your children turn out to be pieces of a demon's soul. Sometimes you lose everything. Sometimes you can't put it back together, but sometimes you can, even if it's different from before. Sometimes, you remember that love is worth it.

OR: In which Jan never mentions Billy and Tommy to Wanda by the pool, and everyone is better-off for it.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #masterlists #ficsr #ficsr masterlist

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 years ago

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Omega!Phil Masterlist

All We Wanted - auroraphilealis

Summary: Brick by Brick Timestamp: It’s been five years since Dan and Phil properly settled down together, and now that Dan has a stable job, and they’ve bought themselves a home, they’re ready to start building a family together. Omegaverse, Breeding fic.

Brick By Brick - embarrassing-myself, auroraphilealis

Summary: No one said having an unmated Alpha and an unmated Omega living under the same roof was going to be easy, but add in a mess of feelings and desire, and things go from bad to worse. When Phil Lester asked his best friend, Dan Howell, to move in with him, he thought he could ignore his feelings and refrain from submitting, but with an oblivious Dan scenting him every other day, he decides he has to put a stop to it. Jealousy and misunderstandings collide to throw their lives into chaos, forcing both men to reconsider their relationship. Will they ever get their happy ending, or will prevalent sexism force them apart?

Florist (ao3) - dnovep

Summary: Phil’s a florist - he hates it.

From the Auction House to Love (ao3) - omgdatphantho

Summary: Phil’s an Omega sold at auction to Alpha!Dan. Slowly, they fall in love with each other.

helpless (ao3) - kishere

Summary: Prince Daniel of England, an alpha, meets Sir Philip Lester, an omega, at his nineteenth birthday and like in every universe, he falls in love at first sniff.

I’ll look after you (ao3) - JustALittleShipper

Summary: Phil’s heat hits him unexpectedly. Where is Dan?

kit (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil wants to start a family, and finally asks dan

Mine... (ao3) - CheekyLittleShipper_14

Summary: In the world, there are different types of people. The alpha, beta and omega. These three plays a huge role on everyone's lives and it usually determines what one's place in the society is.

The alphas, the people who are commonly those in power, the highest of the three types. They're usually CEOs and government officials where they get to show their abilities that far surpasses betas and omegas. The omegas on the other hand, are those who are at the lowest class of the society.

Omegas also have heats which enthralls alphas & betas and makes them lose their wit; the primal urge to breed will be the only thing that they'll think about which usually ends up in forced sexual intercourse.

Betas are the average kinds of people who have normal jobs. They are 80% of the world's population while the omegas are only 5%. Phil Lester is one of those average people. Or that's what he thought.

My Protector - dxnhowell

Summary: Omega!Phil sneaks out of the house after midnight and goes for a walk, like he used to when he was younger. Phil loves going for walks. An older Alpha spots him and corners him. Alpha!Dan sees them together and rescues Phil before anything horrible happens.

Paradise Lost (ao3) - dannihowell (anotherdaughter)

Summary: Dan does the unthinkable and Phil ends up pregnant and scared.

Temptation (ao3) - Dry_The_Rain

Summary:

In a world where Alpha's are strong, Omega's are beautiful and Beta's are workers what happens to those who don't fit in? Phil Lester and Dan Howell and two of these people: here are their stories. (Or where Dan and Phil fall in love, even when they know it's impossible.)

then you walked in and my heart went boom (ao3) - kishere

Summary: Sir Philip of Lester is being married off to the Crown Prince of England, Daniel, a man four years his junior. He doesn’t understand why, especially when Daniel seems to have no interest in claiming him as his omega.

Uncustomary Alpha (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan wasn't able to find an Omega back home, so his parents sent him to University to study law. Bewildered and lost, Dan finds his Omega; but not where you would expect.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #au #omegaverse #omega!phil #omega!phil masterlist

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fyeahfantasticfour · 6 years ago

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Hello! I've recently gotten into Fantastic Four comics and have fallen in love with this blog. I was wondering if you have any comic recommendations for Sue Storm specifically? I love her and she's such an underrated Marvel lady! Thanks for your time.

Aw, thank you! You’re so kind! And, yes, Sue IS very underrated and fandom always misses how much of a badass she is. I tend to prefer stories where she is depicted as the badass she is, as a a mentor to younger women, and…well, I ship BenReedSue, so I love the shippy comics too.

So if you haven’t read many FF comics, it might be a good idea to start out with the Marvel Adventures Universe (Earth-20051), since in that universe Sue is a founding member and the leader of both the Fantastic Four and the Avengers. It’s pretty great! She appears in all of Marvel Adventures Fantastic Four, and she’s in Marvel Adventures Super Heroes v1 #17-21 and v2 #1-11 and #23. If I had to pick out specific issues though, I’d go with:

Marvel Adventures Fantastic Four v1 #9: “The Master of Sound”: Klaw decides to take down the Fantastic Four one-by-one, in what he determines is strongest to weakest…and makes the mistake of leaving Sue for last.

Marvel Adventures: Fantastic Four v1 18: “The Spy I Couldn’t See": Nick Fury recruits Sue to moonlight as a SHIELD agent.

Marvel Adventures: Fantastic Four Vol 1 47: “Grimm Smash!”: A universe where Sue has Reed’s intelligence and Johnny’s powers and is best friends with Natasha Romanoff.

Marvel Adventures Super Heroes v2 #2: When Galactus apparently puts an ad on Craigslist searching for a new herald, Sue and her Avengers investigate.

I also love Tales of the Thing v1 #3: “Invisible Things,” where Sue and Ben take on the Wrecking Crew alone, which takes place in the Marvel Age Universe (Earth-50302). She’s cool in Fantastic Four: Season One and in Mythos: Fantastic Four, although that centers less on her.

Cut for length.

As for the Prime Marvel Universe (Earth-616)…I tried to stick to comics that more-or-less focus on Sue and also are more or less understandable (I hope!) as stand-alones.

SUE HELPING OR MENTORING OTHER WOMEN:

X-Men First Class v2 #1: “The Job Shadow”:  A flashback to Sue mentoring a teenage Jean Grey.  (These First Class comics are officially listed as 616, but…they don’t 100% line up with 616 continuity. Just to warn you.)

The Pulse v1 #11: “Fear, Part 1” : A pregnant Jessica Jones goes to Sue for advice on superhero parenting. 

Marvel Knights 4 v1 #28: “Private Lives, Public Faces” : Sue deals very viciously with her employee’s abusive husband. (CW for discussion of a pretty horrendous case of marital rape and domestic abuse) 

Spider-Girl v2 #1: “Family Values” : Sue mentors Anya Corazon (aka Spider-Girl), whose father is the FF’s unofficial reporter.

X-Men: To Serve and Protect v1 #3: “Invisible” : Kitty Pryde turns to Reed for help when she discovers that she is permanently intangible; Sue offers comfort and advice. 

X-23 v3 #13-19:  Laura Kinney meets the FF and ends up babysitting Franklin and Val for Reed and Sue on their night out.

SUE IS A BADASS:

Marvel Team-Up v1 #88: “A Child Is Waiting”: Sue’s son Franklin is kidnapped by some overly ambitious mobsters, so she teams up with Spider-Man to rescue him. Read if you love high speed car chases and also watching Sue beat the shit out of mobsters who dared to abduct her baby.

Fantastic Four Vol 3 2: Be It Ever So Humble: The FF adjust to their new home on Pier 4…until they are attacked by a mysterious new foe that only Sue can see.

Fantastic Four v3 22: “Lost Hope!”: An AU Sue’s teenage daughter, Valeria Von Doom, materializes out of the blue. Sue rejects her.

X-Men / Fantastic Four Vol 1 1-5: Sue joins the X-Men to investigate a NASA space station that abruptly went silent.

Fantastic Four v1 #501-502: “5th Wheel, Parts 1-2”: Sue tries desperately to help her traumatized son recover from Doom’s most recent vicious attack, which involved throwing Franklin into Hell.

Marvel Knights 4 v1 #5-7: “The Pine Barrens, Pts. 1-3”: Ben, Reed, and Sue take their son Franklin and his friends on a camping trip that is more eventful than they’d anticipated.

Captain Universe: Invisible Woman Vol 1 1: “Empowered”: Sue temporarily absorbs uni-power, Gladiator wants it back.

Fantastic Four v1 #547-549: “Reconstruction, Chapters 4-7”: Sue is captured and tortured by the Frightful Four…and then she gets her revenge.

Fantastic Four v1 #558-562: “Death of the Invisible Woman, Parts 1-5”: A mysterious team of supervillains arrives from the future and abducts Victor Von Doom.

Dark Reign: Fantastic Four #1-5: Reed’s first use of a multiversal portal called the Bridge goes wrong and sends Sue and the rest of the FF to the prehistoric past, and we also see AU versions of the FF, where Sue is a sheriff, a queen, a spy, etc.

Fantastic Four v1 #583-588: “Three”: Sue agrees to serve as the negotiator between the kings of New and Old Atlantis.

Fantastic Four Annual v5 #1: Fed up with her 3yo daughter’s decision to stay in Latveria, Sue goes to get her back.

S.H.I.E.L.D. v3 34: “Fuel”: S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Phil Coulson recruits Sue to help out on a top secret spy mission.

BENREEDSUE:

Fantastic Four: The Wedding Special: A celebration of Reed and Sue’s decades-long marriage.

Fantastic Four in ¡Ataque Del M.O.D.O.K.! Reed and Sue go on a romantic island getaway that is interrupted by M.O.D.O.K’s shenanigans.

Fantastic Four: Isla De La Muerte!: Ben disappears every year on a mysterious vacation, and Sue and Johnny are determined to figure out where he goes.

#Anonymous #fantastic four #susan storm #invisible woman #comic recs

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nebulous-frog · 7 years ago

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Can You Feel the Love Tonight

Summary: Phil sings with the door open while he’s folding laundry and Dan overhears. Phil’s completely tone deaf and doesn’t know any of the lyrics, but that won’t stop him, dammit, no matter how many times people ask him to seriously just stop. Dan thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

Rating: G

Warnings: Dan swears

Word Count: 3391

Challenge: Disney Challenge

Pairing: Phan

Genre: University AU, Fluff, Getting Together, Strangers to Lovers

Author’s Note: Thanks so much to @imnotinclinedtomaturity for betaing and generally being fantastic! This was written for @phanfichallenge’s Disney Challenge

Link to AO3 Fics Masterlist

“Pregnant women, sick of swimmin’, ready to staaaaaaaaaand!” Phil sang as he folded his laundry in the living room. “And ready to go where the people flow! Ask him high questions and get them answered!”

“Phil, stop!” whined his friend, Nate. “Those literally aren’t the words at all!”

Phil turned to grin at his friend. “So? Mine are better.” He turned back and continued folding his laundry, humming to himself.

“They make no sense, though! Besides, you’re completely tone deaf and I think you’ve killed the cat that lives in the place across the street. Look at it! A few minutes ago it was standing but now it’s lying on its back with its feet in the air! Poor thing. Ruined by Phil’s atrocious singing.”

Phil scoffed. “That cat is alive and you know it. It’s just having a comfortable lie-down.”

Nate rolled his eyes. “Whatever, mate, just knock it off. I’m trying to write an essay. You know, that thing you invited me over to do?”

Sighing dramatically, Phil continued folding his trousers in silence. He was always more willing to do laundry when someone else was in the room because it felt like time flew by faster and he didn’t have to think so much about the work.

Unfortunately for him, nobody would agree to hang out just to watch him fold laundry, so he’d tried to come up with lies like “Hey, let’s do homework together in my room!” to get his friends to keep him company. Nate was the very first person he tried this lie on, but the result wasn’t exactly what Phil wanted, as Nate was clearly irritated by Phil’s singing and would have much rathered to actually do homework in peace and quiet. Phil decided to try again with someone else next time to see who might be the most willing to put up with him.

As it turned out, nobody was willing to put up with him singing badly while folding laundry when they were meant to do homework. The next several weeks consisted of Phil trying and failing to trick his friends into hanging out while he folded laundry until he finally gave up. He would just have to deal with the boredom of laundry by himself.

To make up for the lack of company, Phil took to singing constantly and loudly throughout the folding process. It wasn’t as good as having somebody in the room with him, but it worked alright. He’d generally leave his door open, as well, letting anyone walking down the hallway hear his magnificent renditions of classic Disney.

Unbeknownst to Phil, this practice gained him a secret admirer…

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It had been a long day. Dan had gotten an essay back from a professor with a series of disappointing comments and a note to visit office hours, took an exam he felt woefully underprepared for, and skipped lunch to complete an assignment he had totally forgotten about. It was late, he was tired and as he trudged down the hall feeling sorry for himself, all he wanted to do was eat some shitty uni food and just go to bed.

As he walked, however, he approached an open door and heard something incredibly enticing.

Am I going insane now or did I just hear singing? Like, surprisingly angelic singing? Dan thought. He slowed to a stop outside the open door and listened for a moment.

Someone was singing “Circle of Life” from The Lion King but with the wrong lyrics.

“It’s a llama, penguin and a llama. It’s a llama penguin and a llama. It’s a llama penguin and a llama.”

Dan giggled. Hearing such incorrect lyrics sung unashamedly was extremely endearing. He peeked into the room and saw a young man with black hair and pale skin folding a pair of trousers and singing. He was completely off-key and actually pretty bad at singing, but Dan thought his voice was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. This mysterious man’s voice and confidence was utterly entrancing and uplifting after the day Dan had had.

The man started to turn around and Dan panicked. He didn’t want the man to know he’d been there watching him, so Dan quickly jogged down the hall before he could be noticed.

As he fled, Dan wondered if he would hear the man sing again someday.

A week later, he did. This time, the man was botching the lyrics to “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled.

“And so I’ll read a Nook or maybe two or three, add a few new pizzas to my kitchen sink, I’ll play guitar hero and eat and a plus b just wonder when will my life begin!”

Dan held back a snort at the lyrics, unsure if the man just didn’t know the lyrics at all or made up ones he liked better. Either way, the man was folding laundry with his door open and singing again and Dan was in love. He watched the man as he folded his clothes and sang for a few minutes, then decided to sit outside the room and down the hall a little bit, just far enough away to still hear but not be obviously listening in.

Pulling out his laptop to work on homework, Dan grinned. He’d found the perfect study spot with an attractive man singing wonderfully right nearby. What more could he want?

Every week, the man would do his laundry and leave his door open while he folded it and sang. By the fifth week, Dan had figured out the man’s schedule enough to know the exact time the singing would start and he would sit in the hallway, just to listen. It became a habit and a relaxing evening activity for Dan. The singing man was something he could depend on.

He would always fold laundry with his door open on Wednesday nights at 7pm, belting completely incorrect lyrics at the top of his lungs. Dan began pining after this adorable man purely based on his habit while folding laundry.

Dan told his friend Melody all about it over coffee in a cafe near the dorms.

“So, you’re telling me that for the last month you’ve creepily sat outside some guy’s room listening to him sing badly and with the wrong lyrics? And you still haven’t talked to him?”

Dan opened his mouth to reply, then paused, wrapping his hands tighter around his coffee mug. “Well, when you put it like that it does sound kinda weird, I guess…”

Melody scoffed. “Yeah, definitely weird. Are you gonna talk to him sometime soon?”

Dan’s eyes snapped up to Melody’s before darting around nervously. “What? Of course not! Why would I do that?” he said in a rush. He took a quick gulp of coffee then cautiously looked back up at Melody.

Melody stared blankly at him for a second, then shook her head, as if to herself. She took what seemed to be a steadying sip of her coffee, then looked Dan directly in the eye. “Daniel Howell, you’re unbelievable.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “And you’re just now learning that?”

She continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “You’re so oblivious it hurts. You clearly like this guy, so you should talk to him.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I don’t like him, I just like his voice and how he gets all the lyrics wrong. He’s interesting.” Dan took another sip of his coffee, avoiding eye contact with Melody.

“You just said he sings way off-key. What do you mean you like his voice but don’t like him? Also, any time I accidentally sing the wrong lyrics to a song you freak out and correct me. You definitely like him and you definitely need to talk to him.”

As Melody spoke, Dan shrunk down further and further in his seat and found his mug more and more interesting.

“Okay, fine. Say I do like this guy, which I don’t-” Dan ignored Melody’s eye roll and glare, “- What do you suggest I do about it? You know how bad I get when trying to talk to guys I like for the first time.”

Melody nodded and snorted a laugh. “Remember that time you tried talking to that barista and accidentally spilled three separate coffees on him and-”

“Thanks, Melody, I did not need a reminder! That was not an invitation for you to shame me!”

Stifling her laughter, Melody took another sip of coffee. “Okay, okay, I’m done! Promise.” She giggled again. “Anyway, you need a plan to talk to this badly-singing, laundry-folding cutie. Well, if you don’t want to immediately launch into conversation you could always leave flowers and a note or something and eventually reveal yourself. Cliche and cheesy, but effective.”

Dan nodded thoughtfully. “I could leave notes. Yeah, that might work.”

“Glad to be of assistance. If you need help writing them, let me know!” Melody smiled brightly and drank more of her coffee.

“Thanks, but I think I have some ideas already. I guess I have to go write one down now if I want to leave one for him while he does his laundry this week. I’ll see you later, okay?” Dan said. He finished off the last of his coffee then stood, quickly leaving the cafe for his dorm.

About an hour and several crumpled-up sheets of paper later, Dan finally had a note to give to the man. It was written on a bright green sticky note, since that was all he had. He was inspired by the man’s generally incorrect lyrics, so the note featured a slight parody of “Once Upon a Dream” from Sleeping Beauty:

“I know you, I’ve listened here once upon a dream, I know you, with such a familiar melody, And I know it’s true, you’re just so alluring when you sing, But if I know you, I’ll love you so true! And you’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream!”

Reading it over a few more times, Dan decided it was good enough. Maybe a little bit cheesy, but he couldn’t help it when the man of his affections always sang Disney songs.

Dan picked up his bag with his laptop and the note, then headed over to the hallway with the man’s room.

He could hear singing before he even turned the corner, and he grinned. He was ready to do this.

Settling in about two meters away from the open door, Dan pulled out his laptop and began working on homework, as normal. He had decided not to give the note to the man until just before Dan left again so he could maximize his time listening to the man sing before he had to run away to maintain his anonymity.

Today, the man sang a few more songs from The Lion King and The Little Mermaid, still with the incorrect lyrics and off-key. As time passed, Dan grew more relaxed and content, just as he had every week so far.

About five minutes before Dan would normally leave, he packed up his stuff and put it all in his backpack. Note in hand, he approached the man’s room carefully and peeked in.

Luckily, the man was busy putting his folded clothes away in his chest of drawers with his back to the door. After ogling the man’s ass for a few seconds, Dan snapped out of his trance and put the note on the floor as far into the room as he could reach and quickly fled the scene. He speed-walked down the hallway as fast as he could without looking too suspicious (hopefully) and turned the first corner he could.

Dan checked the time and saw that he still had three minutes or so before he would usually leave the hallway, so he decided to run back to his room and drop his stuff off. He would then come back and casually walk past the man’s room again to see if he had noticed the note yet.

When Dan got back to the man’s hallway, he could tell that the man had definitely already seen the note, as he could hear the man singing with Dan’s lyrics.

“And I know it’s true, you’re just so alluring when you sing. But if I know you, I’ll love you so true! And you’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream!”

Dan stopped in the hallway as soon as he could hear it and bit his lip, trying (and failing) not to grin too widely. Apparently the man liked the note, which had Dan absolutely ecstatic. He wasn’t sure where to go from here, but figured another note might not be a bad idea.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Dan wrote more and more notes with short parodies of Disney songs that the man adopted as the lyrics he would sing for those songs. Eventually, Dan included little compliments outside of the lyrics and he stuck around a little closer to the room to wait for the man to find the note. It was risky, as the man almost always ran out of his room to look both ways down the hallway for his secret admirer, but it was perpetually worth it to hear the cute little giggle before the man would burst into song again, this time with Dan’s lyrics.

About a month after the first note, Dan fucked up.

He was bent over to place the note carefully on the floor and run off when the man started singing “Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride” from Lilo & Stitch, a song he hadn’t sung before while Dan was around.

“Take off your shirt, boy, I wanna see! Fingering me, the ocean blue. Daddy, if I had one wish, he’d come true.”

After a moment to process what he’d just heard, Dan absolutely lost it. It started out as a snort of laughter, but quickly exploded into a full-on hyena laugh that had Dan desperately grasping the doorframe to keep himself standing.

The man whipped his head around, eyes wide in surprise, to see Dan doubled over with laughter, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. The man’s pale skin darkened to a deep pink blush.

“Um, can I- can I help you?”

Dan hadn’t noticed the man turn around, so the voice startled him out of his laughing fit for a moment. That is, until he saw the man’s flushed face and sheepish expression, at which he began laughing hysterically once more.

“Uh…” the man said awkwardly. “Why are you laughing?”

That just added fuel to the fire. Clearly, the man felt uncomfortable and confused, probably even embarrassed, but all Dan could do was laugh.

“Do- do you really- hahahahaha- do you really think those- hahahaha- are the actual- hahahahahahaha- the actual lyrics?” Dan managed to get out.

“I’m- I’m sorry? I don’t really… I don’t really know what I said?” the poor, confused man said.

“Oh my god- hahahahahaha- okay, okay, hold on,” Dan said. He took in a few deep breaths that were interrupted by a few giggles, but eventually his breathing steadied enough to actually try responding. “You said- hehe, hooooo- you said, ‘Take off your shirt, boy, I wanna see!’ Ahahahahahaha!”

The man’s face now was all just a single shade of deep red. “Oh.”

“No, no no no that’s not all! Hahaha! You also said, ‘Fingering me, the ocean blue. Daddy-’ hahahahahaha,” Dan spat out through laughter. “‘Daddy, if I had one wish-’ hahahaha- ‘he’d come true!’ Ahahahahahaha!” By now, Dan had doubled over again and was hitting the doorframe.

The man awkwardly watched Dan falling apart. He seemed to have no idea how to proceed with this bizarre stranger laughing at him in his own doorway, so he just stood there with an increasingly embarrassed expression.

A few minutes later, Dan had sobered up enough to realize a few things. First and foremost, he had been discovered. For the last two months, he had effectively kept himself a secret from this man, but now he had most definitely been spotted. It was also entirely possible that the man had noticed the note Dan was still holding in his hand - a note that was written on the same bright green sticky note all the other notes had been written on. Dan not only might have been discovered as the secret admirer, but also as just some weirdo that happened to be passing by and stopped to laugh at this poor man’s misheard lyrics.

Second, Dan was laughing at the man he had been crushing on for two months. The man who now looked horrifically embarrassed and uncomfortable. Shit, Dan thought. Shit, shit, shit, you’ve ruined everything. He knows it’s you and he definitely thinks you’re mocking him. Pull yourself together, Howell!

“Um, I- I am so, so sorry for laughing at you like that. Oh my god,” Dan began. The apology was made a little less effective by the occasional giggle, but he was trying, dammit, and that had to count for something. Right? “That was totally out of line and you look really uncomfortable and embarrassed, so I’m really sorry.”

The man nodded. “I mean, I’m sure I’ll find this hilarious in a day or two. I can’t believe that’s what I was saying! There’s no way those are the actual lyrics.”

Dan giggled. “No, they’re not the actual lyrics. Not even close, really.”

Sighing, the man continued. “I usually say the wrong words to these songs, but that was a really bad one.”

“Yeah, kinda.” Dan swallowed another giggle, then remembered he was still holding the note.

Well, I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell him. I’m already talking to him. I’m relatively relaxed. This’ll never happen again. Seize the moment, Howell, he thought.

“Um, so. I wasn’t really planning on saying this right now, but here we are.” Dan fumbled for the right words, then decided actions might be easier. He raised the note in his hand so the man noticed it, then smiled as his eyes widened in surprise. “I’m the one who’s been giving you these things the last few weeks. I know it might seem like I’m making fun of you now, since I just laughed at you for, like, ten minutes, but I promise I’m not. Everything I’ve said in those notes has been true. I find everything about you incredibly endearing, especially your singing and your interpretation of the lyrics.”

The man just stared at Dan for a few seconds, mouth slightly open. “I- you- what?”

Dan giggled again, this time more from nerves than actual amusement. “Here’s your note for the week.” He handed it over to the man, who took it and looked down at it.

“This is- this is incredibly sweet. Thank you,” the man began, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I’ve been wondering who it could be, and I saw you around a bit so I thought, you know, maybe it was you. But I wasn’t sure. I- uh- I had hoped it was you, though.” The man stared at the floor.

Now, it was Dan’s cheeks that were heating up. “You did?”

The man nodded.

Dan grinned. He stuck out his hand. “I’m Dan. It’s nice to actually meet you.”

“I’m Phil, and it’s nice to meet you, too,” Phil said. He shook Dan’s hand.

“Well, Phil, what would you say to getting a coffee with me sometime?” Dan said with a lot more confidence now than he probably would have been able to any other time in his life.

Phil grinned back. “I would love to, Dan.”

“Fantastic.”

They exchanged numbers and Dan promised to text, then turned to walk back to his own room.

“Oh, and Dan?”

Dan turned back to see Phil in the doorway to his room.

“Next time, come on in to do work instead of sitting on that old carpet, okay?”

Dan mock-gasped. “Phil, are you offering me front row tickets to the concert that is your weekly laundry performance?”

“I am indeed. I expect you there at 7pm on the dot.”

Dan smiled and nodded. “You can count on me.”

With that, he turned around and walked back to his room, giddy with anticipation for his upcoming date with Phil.

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