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iamaboredpotatonugget · 4 months

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Ginny Weasley Dealing With The Inherent Trauma of Being Possessed by Voldemort For a Year Fics

"There has been no lasting harm done, Ginny," said Dumbledore.

Ginny Weasley's life after the Chamber of Secrets, because Dumbledore always was a well-meaning liar.

She may miss Harry so much it hurts, and she may be absolutely furious with him for leaving her so cut up and in this mess that is her life, but she’ll be damned if she’s to do nothing while the world falls apart around her.

No, Ginny Weasley doesn’t fall apart.

She fights.

Ginny Weasley fought a demon in her head during her first year at Hogwarts and lost.

Eventually, Harry killed that part of Voldemort's soul, but things like that always leave scars.

It was not Harry’s heroism, Ron’s desperation, her mother’s love, or her brothers’ toilet seat humor that brought her back (though the toilet seat helped). Ginny breathed deep at night. She wept. She remembered how to rage. She snuck out at night and stole each of her brothers’ brooms in turn. She took to the skies and brought herself back to life.

And then she was laughing, but it was more like crying, with the big useless breaths she kept having to take. She held onto Harry’s arms very tight.

Maybe, she thought, and the thought was sudden and strange to her, she wasn’t always going to have dry eyes.

There are scars, of course, but no one else notices.

This is her rebirth. Ginny Weasley died on the floor of a dark wet chamber in an ancient castle, clutching a diary to her chest. She is reborn in the dry hotness of a country summer, outside, tossing a diary to the flames.

“As I was saying, you’re killing yourself for me, and I really do appreciate it. So how about I give you a parting gift? Anything you’d like, within reason.”

“A kiss,” she says without hesitation.

It’s all over the school by dinnertime: Ginny Weasley’s boggart is a boy.

“It’s okay to still be upset about it, you know,” Harry murmured, hand still held against her cheek. “Just because it’s over doesn’t mean that you’re over it.”

And that was the crux of the matter, wasn’t it?

It was over and everyone just assumed that meant that she was over it. She had healed okay on the outside, she hadn’t died though she had come so close, so she must be okay on the inside too, right?

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 5 months

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Best Mama May Fics

A new recruit mistakes Daisy and May as mother and daughter. Nothing Daisy can say will convince him otherwise, and it kind of hurts to try.

She’d missed the tremors, the faint rumbling of the floor that shook the bed and rattled the drawers of the dresser. She knew it could only come from one place: Daisy.

After catching a bullet to the leg on a mission gone awry, Melinda May begrudgingly directs her protégé to the nearest safe place while they wait for extraction. Daisy is thrilled.

Skye gets hurt on a mission and needs surgery to fix her arm. The anaesthetic makes her distressed and there's only one person she wants to make her feel better; enter Mama May.

May and Daisy take a trip off base, but encounter somebody from Daisy's past in the foster homes.

After having been away on her 'vacation', May returns to find a very different Skye to the one who she had left after the incident with the inhumans on the ship. In all the chaos and the clean up in the aftermath, not to metion her best friend being swallowed by a big alien stone, Daisy has been flung into emotional turmoil and has turned to a very dangerous coping technique to keep her above the water.

“It’s not an order. The next few weeks, or months, or however long you decide to take off for is your vacation time, and I’m not going to try to make you spend it any way you don’t want to.” Coulson stood and took a few steps closer to her. “Skye… it’s crazy sometimes, how much she reminds me of you.” He looked away, his eyes sad and far away. “They all remind me of us, before…” he didn’t finish. He didn’t have to.

“Before life happened,” Melinda finished solemnly. “You’re afraid this is her Bahrain.” Her voice was quiet and rough as she looked at him. When he finally looked her in the eye, May suddenly felt very old. And tired. God, she was tired.

May wants Daisy to come see the house she's bought in preparation for her post at the Academy. Daisy doesn't want to go because it feels like acknowledging the end of something. May has a surprise that makes Daisy see it differently.

After the events on the Illiad, Skye's still recovering from almost dying at the hands of Jiaying. A heavily medicated Skye and an amused May face facts: May's a much better mother to Skye than Jiaying ever was. Fluff ensues.

And within the four walls of a bedroom that is not hers, she will allow herself to fall apart. She will allow herself to break, but she will put herself back together before the sun rises and in the morning she will go about her day as if she isn't missing a part of herself.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 10 months

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Best Penny Parker Fics Part 1

Mr. Stark is dead.

It's her fault.

Even in heaven, there is a touch of hell. Penny experiences that in one of the worst ways and doesn't know how to live with the pain and worse-how to live with the pain alone.

Penny Parker was sure that someone would die; either she would kill her family for embarrassing her, or her family would kill Flash for bullying her.

Penny had felt something sick and afraid in her stomach at the way Sam Wilson had looked at her mentor…at the way both of them had looked at her. Or maybe she’d just been imagining it. Maybe her own memories had been coloring her thoughts. Still, the next words had come almost before she’d decided to say them.

“We’ve met, actually.” Penny had told them, holding out a hand to Sam, smirking just a little. As if on autopilot, he had taken her hand, shaking it once, but not squeezing. She made up for squeezing his hand just a little too hard. “You threw me out a window.”

Penny Parker had lost all hope of feeling warm ever again.

She had failed her favorite hero, May had died in a car crash and she had been tossed around from bad foster home to slightly less bad foster homes for the past six months.

She got through each day only to lie awake in her bunk each night and wait for the next day.

That was until she met a baby calico kitten with the whole world stacked against it.

She had been a hero for over a year, maybe she could do it one last time?

While the Avengers try and fail to hunt down Spider-Man, Penny Parker hides the fact that she's a foster kid living in a group home. When Tony Stark takes her in, what will happen?

Pepper’s shocked face finally registered to Tony and he looked at her in question. Her eyes flicked between him and Penny before he still shrugged that he didn’t understand the expression.

“Spider-Man?” She said with emphasis on the last work.

“Misnomer,” Penny answered for him as she turned.

“Tony once said that you’d kill for me.”

Natasha gave her a look she couldn’t quite interpret. Then she shrugged. “I’ve killed for far worse reasons.”

In the few months after Penny’s disastrous Homecoming night, the Stark and Parker families figure out how to find common ground.

Penny hadn't really had birthdays. And especially not parties.

But, with Pepper pregnant and every moment being dedicated to the coming baby, Penny is really looking forward to this one day.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 10 months

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Best Severitis Fics Part 3

There always was something not quite right about the broom cupboard in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Severus and Harry find themselves stuck.

Severus was just trying to examine Harry's wound from the blood quill. There was not supposed to be anything else hidden underneath his sleeves.

Harry questions his view of Snape after finding out he hadn't been trying to kill him but protect him. He goes down to the dungeons to confront Snape about it.

Desperate to escape his guilt and nightmares after the third task, Harry transforms into a hawk by accident and ends up breaking both wings and suffering partial memory loss. He is found by Snape,who helps him and discovers the truth about his professor.

When Harry accidentally drinks a brutal potion with roots in dark magic, he has to reluctantly rely on Hogwarts’ prickly Potions Master to fix the outcome.

“We can be a family again when it no longer hurts to look at you, to remember her. Maybe next year,” His father says, staring down at him with cold eyes.

After what is surely a more-than-preventable potions accident, Harry Potter winds up stuck in the hospital wing, unable to wake up. Severus just wishes he knew why Poppy won’t stop bothering him about it.

It takes three detentions for Severus Snape to realize why Harry Potter cleans cauldrons so well—and even more for him to decide what to do about it.

Blood had dripped down his hand then too. Into the white porcelain sink. Like red paint ruining the purity of white sheets. It's this endless cycle of pain and torture. Here, he feels weak, aches enough to want comfort, love. Aunt Petunia won't give it to him. Not then, not now. And he understands. Everyone who comes into contact will someday die. If it's not later, it is soon.

Harry runs into Snape while trying to find the definition of home, and finds himself drawn into Snape's summer Order task by the headmaster, looking for a location outside of London. Along the way, he and Snape learn a few new definitions themselves.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 10 months

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Nolan Booth/John Heartly/Sarah Black Red Notice Fics because I love this movie so much

Booth was scrunched up in the backseat with far from enough room for his legs, doing his best not to feel like a third wheel while also trying to keep the two very keen eyed criminals from noticing the blood that was steadily staining his shirt.

"Again?"

It's not really a request.

"You're insatiable!" he squeaks, throwing his hands up dramatically.

It's her turn to shrug now, like she's been caught and can't be bothered to defend herself. She resets the board, black side facing him this time.

Nolan Booth picks up shoplifting while he and the Bishops wait for their new score, gets caught, and gets fucked. Things get messy.

Nolan thinks he's been flirting with his soulmate-slash-professional rival for the last few years until he realizes he actually has two soulmates. And they've already found each other.

It takes a solid two weeks for Nolan Booth to realise that he’s essentially just following The Bishop and Hartley around like a lapdog.

It takes him a lot less time to realise that they fuck a lot.

Sarah and Hartley attempt to negotiate polyamory with Nolan, but Nolan is too clueless to figure out what is happening.

Not everyone has a soulmate. Only about 10% of the population is born with a mark on their skin signifying that somewhere out there their perfect match walks the earth. And even then there is no guarantee that the two will ever meet.

John Hartley has a soul mate somewhere. Sarah Black does not.

“That you could never truly give me what I wanted,” Nolan said bitterly with a laugh. “I was such a fool to think that I had finally found a family, people who actually cared for me…”

“What was it that you wanted?” John dared to ask.

Nolan stared them down with a fixed look. “Isn’t it obvious?” When they shook their heads, his lips twitched into a small smile. “God, you’re both thick, aren’t you?” He sighed, eyes flickering towards the wall. “I wanted the two of you.”

It had been hours, days, since those bastards had taken Nolan, and Sarah didn’t like to think of what could have happened in that amount of time. She couldn’t think about any of it or she would have to fight the urge back even more to claw at the eyes of anybody who got just a little bit too close.

And then they're alone.

This feels staged. It feels like such a fucking setup. "Found anything interesting?" he tries.

"Only on this side of the door," says Hartley, not without humor.

Booth makes an effort to brush past that with a positive outlook. "No news is good news, right?"

Hartley raises an eyebrow. "So you kissing my girl is not new?"

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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Best written Skip Wescott Fanfics

Peter's got a secret. It's starting to affect his relationship with Tony. Tony vows to figure it out, and he does not like what he finds.

Peter drew in a shaky breath, feeling the burn as tears fell down his cheeks. “I know you want me to be your- your- I don’t know, but I just can’t be that for someone again, it’s so- so much, and you’re married, you have a daughter, and it’s- I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s too- and I don’t even like you like that, I- I’m sorry.”

Now he’d done it, now Mr. Stark would be looking at him with a heartbroken expression, hurt and betrayed and…

Peter looked up at the man only to see nothing but shock and confusion on his features.

“Peter… Do you think that I have… romantic feelings for you?”

“I was nine.”

This is how it starts. This is how the pure, agonizing hatred towards someone Tony’s never known, will never know, begins. This is how the rug is pulled from his feet. With three, seemingly insignificant words

Peter, one hand fisting in the wool of Tony’s sweater, keeps his eyes locked on the television screen and lets Tony do what he does best of all: shield him. He metaphorically laps at his wounds. Slowly eases back into his body, like trying on stiff new denim. Breathes, and at once feels at ease. Peter is here, on Tony’s ugly couch, with Tony, who smells like black coffee and plain Pringles and metal, and Peter is never safer than he is when they’re like this.

Skip’s out of jail and that’s a good thing.

This becomes a sort of mantra, and Peter’s almost able to believe it.

In the privacy of his mind, Ned liked to pretend he could accurately measure his best friend’s sudden switch in a mockery of the abbreviated B.S. and A.S.

Before Skip and After Skip.

There's a scary scar above Peter's hip and Tony is concerned.

"They got me a babysitter," Peter continues, forcibly tearing himself back to the present. He swallows. "His name.. his name was Skip."

He hasn’t said that name in so long that it sounds foreign on his tongue, like a language he was once fluent in but forgot.

He had never, ever expected to see Skip again, not in this lifetime at least. He’d feared it, sure, had nightmares about it, of course, but the rational part of his mind concluded that it wasn’t a very plausible scenario. Not once, never in a million years would he have expected to find that monster in the Starks’ home.

Where did you learn that?” Tony asks, voice raw.

The twiddling stops. That’s all Tony can make out from the outskirts of his line of vision. He’s not ready to lift his head from his hands yet and look at the kid.

“Um, Google?”

“Geez.” The things kids Google these days. Tony has half a mind to ask what drove Peter to search ways to stop a panic attack, but the better part of him leaves the question untouched.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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Angsty Ghostbusters 2016 Fics

Abby, for some strange reason, had not expected anyone else to be up at three am. Okay, so that’s not totally true. They’re all science and history geeks, and neither of those two groups are notorious for good sleep schedules. It would be more accurate to say that Abby had not expected anyone else to be up and near the rarely used downstairs bathroom at three am. Her mistake.

But, god, she feels fucking awful, and nothing anyone says is going to make it better. She hurt Jillian. She tried to kill Jillian, and she really wasn’t much better to Patty. She doesn’t know how they can still look at her.

Every time she tries, it comes to nothing. Maybe that's what she's always going to be.

The woman’s blood boiled as she held her phone up to her ear, listening to the voicemail that had been left for her. She knew, of course, before she even hit play that she would react this way, there was no other reaction when her mother wanted to talk to her. Years of pent-up aggression and rage always showed through, although, unfortunately as she would admit, she was always too chicken shit to do anything about it. She made a point of it to always let her mother’s calls go to voicemail, and she was pretty sure the older woman was grateful for it even though she’d never admit to it.

The one where Erin has called herself names even Abby hasn’t heard, but she’s straight, she is, and Kevin is everything she’s ever wanted and the thought of Jillian with anyone else doesn’t make her want to turn her body inside out all over again.

The craving for the floating feeling returns with a vengeance. She chases it.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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The best Harry/Hermione/Ron Fics because yes.

Molly wonders about them sometimes. How they are always so aware of each other, how closely they cling together. And she worries, too. She worries about them all. She just can’t help it—they’re all her children, in some manner of speaking.

The world is ending and they are three; a holy set amidst the thunder that still rolls through. Hermione does want to end this war, she does, but perhaps she only wants it for them.

Wars end, but that doesn't mean peace. Not always. Not for those who've fought and bled and sacrificed to free their world from a monster wearing the mask of humanity.

Rumors are spreading in the wake of the war that Harry Potter has gone Dark. Hermione and Ron are the only ones who know the truth—he has, and they’re going to follow him regardless. Their paths will always lie together.

It begins with Ron and Hermione moving into Grimmauld Place.

The Trio start repairing Grimmauld Place after the war, and find themselves updating their relationship along with the wallpaper.

Love is three points on a triangle. When Ron leaves, nothing is right. When he returns, the world falls right back into place.

No one is okay after the war, but everyone pretends.

All things considered, Ron thinks he's adjusting fairly well.

Unceremoniously ripped away from his family and friends and being dumped into the past with a baby Dark Lord to take care of is not exactly an easy thing to acclimate to, but he manages, somehow.

Eventually, they find a note tacked to the gargoyle who guards the passage to the Headmaster's office. It is in Granger's handwriting and signed by her at the bottom, and tells them that, the danger being over and the initial aftermath winding down, she feels that the three of them need some time alone to recuperate and will reappear exactly three days from that day, at four o'clock.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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Daisy Johnson Angsty Fic Recommendations

On the good days, she is not happy, but she pretends she is, and that is almost enough.

When May asks her later, much later, three in the morning in the training room when her knuckles are bloody and she’s crying, she will lie.

She will look down, at the floor she has shed her blood, sweat and tears on, and she will lie straight to May’s face.

Because the lie will be easier than the truth.

Daisy is tired. Tired of pretending that the useless buzz of smoking can make the level of pain or grief she’s experienced go away. Tired of pretending that she can fill the chasm in her heart with anything but love. Tired of pretending that she can move on and be okay because she can’t; she won’t be okay.

She isn’t okay.

It's Mary Sue Poots trying to stand on her own two feet but the ship keeps getting tossed in the waves, ripping the floor out from under her and suddenly she's holding on for dear life and yearning all over again for some solid ground.

It's getting caught in the riptide but not realizing that the grand ship you think you have is just a little defenseless raft until you're in over your head.

When Daisy left she wrote a letter.

Or, she tried to. She wrote it in her head.

Daisy was struggling to find the right words. She was struggling to find the words to tell everyone that the sun had stopped shining. Couldn’t they see it too?

A friendship dies like a star does, collapsing, exploding, fading.

It’s been three weeks since the Blip ended.

But nothing is right and everything is wrong and everything hurts

It was just a candle. It was just a scent. She hadn't thought about the Fischers in years. But that specific aroma of apples and cinnamon and vanilla and sugar was so ingrained in her mind, she would have recognized it anywhere.

If you think about it, Nathaniel didn’t really torture her.

If you think about it, neither did Fitz.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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The Best His Dark Materials AU Avengers Fics.

The Red Room was not a good place to grow up, especially for a girl and her daemon, and now Natasha must navigate the adult world with a detached soul.

"It's a messy conglomeration of longing and need and desperation and deprivation and she doesn't know what to feel, so she decides to feel nothing at all."

Steve's daemon settles. And no one notices James' does the same.

Tony’s daemon breaks a lot of rules, so many, and yet without them Tony would be lost. He struggles to find a place where they can be whole without preconceived notions and judgments from others.

Clint and his daemon Bree can see colors no one else can.

When she joined Shield, she kept the habit, alongside her codename and her hair. She learnt Shield’s rules and tries to redeem herself. She takes mission after mission and can’t figure out if it’s helping or not. One mission she’s a scruffy shepherd, another a wildcat. She’s always the redhead.

She doesn’t fail. She ignores the gossip.

Barnes’s daemon has a name, obviously, but he only ever calls her “Sweetheart”. At least, Sam’s fairly sure no daemons named their kid that in the 1910s, but hey, what does he know, maybe it was like the kids who used to get named after weird virtues and vices back in the Puritan days; maybe she’s lucky not to be Chastity or Prudence or Bread-of-Life.

Steve never calls her Sweetheart, though.

Families could be chosen, could be made and patched together.

He can feel Amalthea beside him, her sharp beak frantically pecking and tugging at his shoulder. He can feel her panic resonate with his own. They’re trapped, too low to the ground, can’t see, can’t move, they’re going to die here if he doesn’t move.

Loquis lands on Clint’s nose, and spreads her wings like a gossamer mask.

“Oh baby,” she laughs, “we’re all monsters here.”

Tony was never one for social conventions, but there were lines not even he had dared cross. Until he does. The results are not what he was anticipating.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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Peter Parker Fics that are well written and have the same Angsty vibe

In the beginning, he had struggled to understand why bad things kept happening to him. His parents, Ben- oh god, May…

(“How do you live with yourself after all that you’ve done? After you’ve driven your whole family to death?”)

It wasn’t long until he was forced to come to the conclusion that it was him that was the problem.

(“You should rid the world of your curse before someone else ends up dead.”)

And it hurt, and he felt himself drifting closer and closer to agreeing with Flash every day— but he was selfish, and ignorant, and so, so, weak. He wanted so badly to protect the ones he loved from harm after all that he had lost, but God dammit he was happy and he had a family and he loved them so much that he just couldn’t bring himself to leave.

(“Everyone would be better off without you.”)

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I uh… I fell down the stairs.”

They can’t know.

If Peter's an idiot for not telling anyone he's feeling a little under the weather (an understatement of the century), the Avengers must be pretty damn stupid for not realizing that Peter's spiraling mood is more than some "teen angst."

Peter only knows how to be empty or overflowing. Nothing in between.

Flash Thompson is a dickhead.

Everyone knows it, yet somehow Peter is the one that always gets called Penis. Everyone always laughs at Flash’s jokes about Peter, takes his side over Peter’s, likes him better than Peter. And if Flash Thompson is a dickhead and no one really likes him…

Surely one can imagine where that leaves Peter.

It’s okay,” Peter promises them softly. “I get it. I wouldn’t want me as a teammate either. It’s okay, I know what you need to do. I get it.”

Natasha’s eyes narrow, and she asks him, “And what do you think we need to do, Peter?” like it’s a threat. Like if he says the wrong thing, she’ll pounce. But he knows the answer to this question and god, they’re going to make him spell it out for them, aren’t they?

“You need to kick me off the team.”

Peter takes a beating, Bucky cleans him up.

Featuring concerned Steve and warm, oversized pajamas covered in sheep.

They don't always show it, but they've each got their own demons to battle. Peter keeps happening upon these battles.

While checking Peter over in the medbay bruce discovers neat rows of scars that march their way up the back of peter's thighs. The thought of Peter young and small as he is making the same mistakes Bruce did, hating himself the way Bruce still sometimes does, makes his stomach roll. He knows he has to tell tony. And he knows he isn't gonna take it well.

Peter breaks three toes and hits his head hard against concrete. There’s a steadily bleeding wound in his side that he’s staunched with his webbing and tries not to acknowledge it when it burns.

He can still walk in a straight line, which is good.

He’s starving and tired and cold.

It’s been fifteen hours.

Peter never wanted this. He didn’t ask for the entire team to breathe down his neck whenever he eats, or to insist that he reaches some absurd goal weight when he’s perfectly fine where he’s at. He doesn’t need to change.

He just needs to stop day dreaming about killing himself. It’s getting distracting.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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Tony Stark and his bots Fic Recommendations

DUM-E and U are staples in Tony Stark's lab. They've been there almost since the beginning. They're family. They have a dad, a mom, a concerned uncle, and a brother. Their memory banks are full of moments that help them remember.

When Tony returns home from Afghanistan, the bots notice that something has changed...

They weren't people, but they were his and he could understand them.

And he hoped the bots somehow knew how much he cared for them in turn.

JARVIS is Mr. Stark's first AI. He is modeled after Edwin Jarvis, the man who became Tony Stark's father figure. He is loyal to Tony Stark and he always will be. He trusts Mr. Stark with his life, artificial or not.

Everything Tony has ever given life to has been perfect. Dum-E knows this, because Tony said so.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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Best Philindaisy Fanfics

Phil's voice was soft, "We couldn't leave her here."

The best way for this mission to be completed is as a family. But can Daisy do it?

The Framework took it's toll on all of them. Needing time away from the base, May, Coulson and Daisy travel to Pennsylvania for some family time and a much needed conversation.

Mel would have liked to preface this by saying she had genuinely forgotten that “the kids” were in the common room with her and Phil, and so could not be blamed for any proclaimed mental scarring she inflicted upon the young agents unintentionally. But that hadn’t stopped any of them from gagging after finding out the meaning behind the comment she’d made to him without even thinking about it. And it probably wouldn’t have spiralled out of control had it not been for the fact that her husband is an absolute idiot who couldn’t face off against the power of his “daughters” desires to know more.

When May and Coulson return to find Skye’s bunk empty Melinda assumes the worst.

5 times Daisy refused help from her team, +1 time she sought it

Skye considers what she is to May and Coulson, what they are to her, and what they are to each other...

“She’s not mine, Drew.” Her tone was softened now, less settled. She seemed adamant and yet still confused, surprised that Andrew had read into her relationship with Skye to that extent.

The psychiatrist looked up knowingly, “Isn’t she?”

Melinda only stared back.

Daisy is leaving now. The mission is over, her bag is packed. She's leaving. Really.

The one where May has a nightmare, and wakes to something that she'd long given up on coming true.

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iamaboredpotatonugget · 1 year

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Best Severitis Fics Part Two

One year after Severus Snape offered to become Harry's legal guardian, Sirius Black shows up at Hogwarts.

Neglect can be one of the most painful forms of abuse, being ignored by your guardians when all you want is love hurts. No one seems to care if Harry lives or dies so he spends a lot of time wandering around Little Whinging on his own. His friendly neighbor seems to think that this is dangerous. If only someone paid enough attention to Harry to tell him that his neighbor is a little too friendly...

Snape rolled his eyes. "You're not scared of blood, Potter. For one, you're a Gryffindor. For another, you seem to face down the Dark Lord with alarming regularity. If you were afraid of blood, you wouldn't have made it past your first year in this castle.”

"What do you want me to say?" Harry shouted, suddenly filled with the same irrational anger that'd been so hard to shake since Cedric's death. He jumped to his feet, unable to sit any longer. "What would you have me do? I couldn't make myself break skin, okay? Is that so hard to believe?"

Harry is accused of burglary. The Dursleys leave him to rot. Dumbledore sends Snape to remedy the situation. Harry finds himself in the care of an irate Snape.

It was strange, to say the least, to see it in a child so young, suffering so much.

A child whom Severus and the majority of the wizarding world had thought to be a spoilt prince with a heart beating contemptibly.

Severus hated being wrong.

He has sworn an Oath to protect her at all costs. That means he cannot afford to be kind.

He remembers what it was like. Sort of. The cold, the hunger, the pain. But mostly, he remembers those gentle hands, the whispered promises: ”I will get you out of this.” It was the only thing that kept him breathing.

Most days, it still is.

After Snape interrogates Harry for stealing ingredients out of his private stores, they get attacked by a masked man and locked inside for days. Despite the arguments and accusations, they work together to find a way to escape.

The summer after Harry's fourth year has become the worst of his life. The haunting memories of Cedric's death and Voldemort's revival were terrible enough on their own, but then came the strange visions of Death Eaters, the worsening pain in his scar, and the uncontrollable emotions that don't feel like his own. After fleeing Privet Drive, he finds himself stuck in an isolated cottage with his most hated professor: Severus Snape.

It feels like he suddenly

wakes up

in the middle of the air, even while Harry’s well aware of having been on his broom and in the air for at least a few minutes now.

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My Fav Severitis Fics Part 1

After Harry blows up Aunt Marge, Dumbledore decides it's not safe for Harry to spend the rest of the summer at the Leaky Cauldron, and instead sends him to stay at Spinner’s End with Professor Snape.

It's tense, awkward, and teeming with misunderstandings...but it might be the best thing that's happened to either of them. They're both been without a family for a very long time.

Severus thinks of the crack of his father’s belt across his back. He can’t send a child back to that. He can’t do it.

Every summer, Snape takes Harry to the ocean. It’s strange how much kindness can hurt when it reveals what you’ve been missing.

When Harry appears at the Welcoming Feast wearing a glamor only Snape notices, Snape decides to find out what the glamor is hiding.

He is your penance. Each time you watch him silently thrash in a nightmare, or watch his shoulders slump when you prevent him from cleaning something, you remind yourself that this is what you have wrought. Each mouthful of food that you coax him to swallow is a silent prayer of apology. Every flinch is a moment of purgatory, and you accept your due with stoicism.

“You aren’t afraid of me. Why?” He asked, head cocked to the side as he openly studied Harry.

Harry’s smile was brilliant.

“Because you aren’t scary.”

Harry’s occlumency reveals his disturbing home life which sets off a chain reaction that cannot be undone. Snape finds himself begrudgingly caring about the bespectacled boy, Harry discovers what it's like to have adults who care, and Hermione finds herself becoming an accidental crime lord. Draco Malfoy is very much along for the ride, in all senses of the word.

A letter from home? A letter from family? Well, Harry Potter knows he has neither, but all the same, it starts with a letter from Surrey. Whatever the Dursleys have to say, it can't be anything good, so Harry's determined to ignore it. But when the Potions Master forces him to read his letter, Harry gets sent down a path he'd never have walked on his own.

“I- I wasn’t trying to kill myself, Professor,” Harry said softly.

Snape glared at him, only slightly less cold than usual. “Then just what were you trying to do?”

“I was just going to… cut myself.”

Snape blinked and kept his eyes closed for a moment, rolling them as he opened them once more. “Obviously.”

Harry only defeated Voldemort because he wanted a good night’s sleep.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi parenting/grandparenting Ashoka Tano Fanfic recommendations

A security mission on Alderaan brings up unpleasant memories for Obi-Wan and his lineage. For his grandpadawan, it might be more than a memory.

Ahsoka wasn’t sure if she knew any Jedi who loved being a Jedi as much as Obi-Wan did. She’d lost count of the times she had watched him sacrifice everything for the sake of someone else. In fact, she couldn’t think of a single time he hadn’t been the first in line to give up whatever was necessary to help someone in need.

He was so thoroughly good.

A Grandmaster and a Grandpadawan go on a road trip to rescue chaos personified.

“Ahsoka,” he managed, nails digging into her skin. His voice was hoarse, his throat seemed to be closing up on him, he sounded like any words he spoke came from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Right here,” she answered him, finally leaning him against his own bunk, - that wouldn’t cause any trouble if he started to spasm. “Right here, Master, it’s gonna end soon, I’m sure. You just hold on in there, yeah? And I’m right here, remember, right here with you.”

“Do you ever dream, Master?” She asks hesitantly, tangling her hand in their bond in an attempt to monitor every small fluctuation in Obi-Wan’s emotions. She can learn from this.

Except Obi-Wan doesn’t hide from her. Bleak amusement, stitched together with some sort of dark misery, filters through to her. “Ahsoka, my dear, everybody dreams.” Obi-Wan’s voice is flat. “It’s simply a matter of who remembers.”

Now that his attention is on her, Ahsoka freezes up. It is a bit of an awkward question, after all, though she’s sure that Obi-Wan will say that he has no problem answering it.

But does she really want to know? What if he says something she doesn’t want to hear, or—

“Ahsoka?” Obi-Wan repeats. Ahsoka blinks, and Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, his Force presence bright with familiar amusement.

“Well,” she begins, “it’s just something Anakin said a while ago.”

Anakin Skywalker dies while defending his young padawan from General Grievous. As the Order reels from the loss of one of their best, no one is more shocked than Ahsoka and Obi-Wan.

They each have to confront their doubts and fears, facing the legacy of their broken lineage in order to move forward.

Obi-Wan poured them both another cup of tea. "I know how often you've been told how alike you and Anakin are. But has anyone mentioned how much you are like me?"

Obi-Wan finds out an interesting thing about togrutas when he's on watch duty with his grandpadawan.

“You know,” Ahsoka hissed, as she accidentally hit her head on the ceiling again, “when I was assigned to do this mission with you, I didn’t think we’d end up crawling around in the vents!”

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My fav Penny Parker fanfics

Penny Parker was sure that someone would die; either she would kill her family for embarrassing her, or her family would kill Flash for bullying her.

“She decided when the media started saying Spider-Man it was probably for the best not to correct them. No one would ever suspect a teenage girl to be behind the mask,” He explained.

Sam helps Penny when she is faced with Skip.

When Penny finally tells someone about the verbal abuse May is hurling at her, she is immediately welcomed at the tower with open arms. She finds more family than she ever knew she needed.

Penny Parker had lost all hope of feeling warm ever again.

She had failed her favorite hero, May had died in a car crash and she had been tossed around from bad foster home to slightly less bad foster homes for the past six months.

She got through each day only to lie awake in her bunk each night and wait for the next day.

That was until she met a baby calico kitten with the whole world stacked against it.

She had been a hero for over a year, maybe she could do it one last time?

Penny had been invisible.

From as far back as she could remember up until her father had returned from Afghanistan, the girl had had no idea what it was like to be a part of a family. She'd had vague ideas, from the kids at pre-school and then at elementary school. Friends had talked about what they'd done with their parents over the weekend, often with a sibling or two attached. They'd talk about trips and games and, what had made her most jealous of all, birthday parties.

Penny hadn't really had birthdays. And especially not parties.

But, with Pepper pregnant and every moment being dedicated to the coming baby, Penny is really looking forward to this one day.

In the few months after Penny’s disastrous Homecoming night, the Stark and Parker families figure out how to find common ground.

Penny Parker is about to come out to her favorite group of superheroes. Well, she wants to.

Mr. Stark is dead.

It's her fault.

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