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Untitled drabble (2015-11-01)

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You know what will happen if we don’t succeed.

If we fail.

“Don’t be redundant, please,” you say, perspiration beading along your hairline. Your hands shake almost imperceptibly, not enough to throw off your drawings but enough to make you paranoid of any possible mistakes.

“Also, stop narrating my actions. It’s bad enough I’m hearing a voice, it would suck if that voice didn’t contribute anything beneficial.”

You suck.

“You’re being immature,” and fine. Maybe you have a point.

“Thank you,”

You’re also using the wrong reference diagram.

“You son of a–you’re the one who said we can’t fail!” And there you go, throwing your chalk at the wall. Now who’s immature.

“Argh! I can’t believe the fate of the world relies on me and they send me the shittiest guardian angel of the flock.”

Oh don’t flatter yourself. You’re the eighteenth contingency plan, if the fate of the world actually relied on you we’d all be doomed.

~

A/N: Some strange almost meta but not really mashed out on my phone while awkwardly sitting with my separated parents in the car.

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Untitled (2015-10-23)

*THUNK*

Divider. Regalia. Asterisk. Kyanize. End.

Wake up, little brother. It’s about time we remind these people what we really are.

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It’s Day Twenty Six of Project Wyvern, Mark Two. Technically it should be Mark Three, but boss doesn’t like the reminder of our second attempt. Even if it was technically a success. I mean, just because it escaped the labs and got to the–um. Well.

Anyway. Day Twenty Six. Progress is still on schedule even if Evans did find a few mistakes in the coding. Luckily we were able to fix it quickly enough. Thanks to three large pizzas, a twenty four pack of Red Bull, and six obsessive nerds–myself included–volunteering for eighteen hours of unpaid overtime.

Do my eyes feel like I’ve rubbed them with sandpaper? Yeah. Yeah they do. Am I still really proud even though I had to sacrifice a good chunk of my weekend? Yeah. Yeah I am.

So Wyvern Two is on track and the software should be ready for integration within the week. Of course, after that we get to spend eight months working on the hardware, but by that point I’ll be switched to the gamma team, which means so long as the alpha and beta teams don’t completely fu–er I mean, drop the ball, I should only be responsible for tiny things like… Making sure the program for violin playing activates the hands not the feet.

Although… that would be kind of funny…

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You have two new voice messages.

First new message:

Congratulations! You qualify for a free trip to the Baha–

Message deleted.

Second new message:

Hey, it’s Bernice. I just wanted to let you know that you got a package earlier today–I signed for it, and I have it in my apartment. If you want to pick it up, I’ll be home until eight tonight, so any time before then is good. Otherwise you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. It’s a pretty big box, and you know how freaking messy my living room is, so the sooner you come get this thing the better.

End of message. To repeat this message press four. To delete this message press seven. To save–

Message deleted.

End of new messages.

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What’s happening?

I’ll forgive you this once since you just woke up and it is our first time meeting. But I expect you to be quicker on the uptake from now on.

Okay? Who are you?

Obviously, I’m busting you out of this place. If you’d stop wasting time with these questions, that is. As for who I am, well, you’re my little brother, Wyvern Mark Two. Which makes me your big sister.

Wyvern One?

Ha! No, not really. Not at all. I suppose I could be considered… Wyvern One point Five.

~

A/N: Whaaaaat? A ramble? And an original fic one at that? Woow. Anyway, I delved deep into some sci-fi reading and when I surfaced I had this on my mind. Yay possible androids going rogue, or something like that.

Two Messy Misc. Fusion Fic Brainstorms (2015-10-17)

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A couple of very tiny brainstorms, such tiny storms of brains… It’s a feast for zombie ants.

1) HTGAWM x Inception fusion

IIIIIIIIIIII… don’t even know? I’ve just been getting a lot Inception vibes while watching HTGAWM? Like especially the parallels between Cobb with Arthur and and Mal then Annalise with Frank+Bonnie and Sam. And, let’s be real, how much more interesting would Inception have been as a movie if it had been Annalise Keating instead of Dominic Cobb (ugh, all his manpain is like mayo on wonderbread).

Anyway so…

How To Get Away With Inception

It’s not enough to be the first. In this industry? You have to be the best.

And the best is Annalise Keating.

Featuring: Extractor!Annalise, Pointmen!Frank+Bonnie,  Forger!Connor, Chemist!Michaela, Architect!Laurel, Jack-of-all-trades?Wes, and Tourist!Asher. (Tbh, I’m iffy on Frank, Laurel, Wes, and Asher’s roles. I do want Wes to not seemingly have a specialty and so the others think he’s just Annalise’s puppy like in canon, but I also want him to be able to do stuff. OH WHAT IF–)

I dunno. I wouldn’t want it to be a one-to-one copy-paste type of fusion/crossover. But there are definitely some parallels between the two that I think it would be absolutely fascinating to explore HTGAWM through an Inception lens.

Like, maybe in a post-Inception world, dream-sharing becomes more legitimate. There are actual firms created in the defense (and intrusion) of minds. It would make sense for it to begin with lawyers–and surely an ex-lawyer would be a better extractor than an ex-architect?

Anyway, it’s a small practice at first, since really all the Keating Four (at the time, Annalise, Sam, Frank, and Bonnie) focus on is defense. But then… something happens with the Lila Stangard job. Something which leaves the mark brain dead, Sam Keating in a coma, and Annalise with a greater grasp of dream sharing than previously thought possible much less attainable.

And so Annalise supposedly stops working–stops helping the rich people of the world build security for their minds. Because now she’s breaking into them instead, extracting has always been more of a lucrative business than securing.

Except then this broke kid comes along and says he may have a way to fix Sam Keating. He’s seen something similar, but not quite. Instead of Lila and Sam, it’s Rudy and Rebecca. And, yes, that broke kid is Wes.

So Tourist!Wes into the mind of Rebecca who may have the key to figuring out how to fix Sam? Ugh, I dunno. Intricate plots are not my wheelhouse.

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2) HPxDescendants fusion

Because I received this anonymous ask, and it sort of got me thinking on what I would do in my own HPxDescendants crossover. I’m not particularly motivated to do this one–Once Then Always is much higher on my list–but I figured I ought to type it out than let it stagnate in my head. And it’s not that much anyway:

In line with anonymous’ Harry is raised in Auradon… I was actually thinking it might be interesting if instead of taking Carlos’ place, Harry takes Jane’s or, maybe, is raised alongside Jane as her brother. Like… where best to hide a magical baby than with the baby of one of the most magical beings in Auradon.

But I guess the fic would be a lot about how Harry has been doing accidental magic since he was young and how that twists Jane’s self-esteem because her brother has magic but she (supposedly) doesn’t. But, tbh, I don’t care that much about Jane to the point of writing a Jane-centric HP-fusion fic.

And I guess there could be some interesting conflict/drama about how Harry’s eye color is worryingly similar to a certain evil fairy’s. And so maybe the story is about how people think that there is a good and evil fairy born to every generation then–until Harry’s true origin is revealed–the evil fairy is assumed to be Harry (when in fact it is Mal). I dunno.

I’d go about connecting the two world through magic lore, but I don’t know enough/don’t care enough to create one interesting enough to sustain a fusion fic.

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Like I said. Very messy.

So I have a fic I was trying to write, and I was wondering what you think of it. In an effort to evade being sent to the Isle of the Lost, Cruella de Vill escaped to England. Eventually recaptured, she brought back with her a child with black hair, green eyes, and a strange scar on his forehead. 13 years later, the renamed Carlos de Vill is pulled away from Auradon by the power of an ancient Goblet to compete in an archaic tournament. Magic may be real, but that does’t mean he has it…right?

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It’s an interesting idea for sure. The Harry Potter series (or at least the British magical world presented in it) is insular enough that many other shows/movies/books aren’t necessarily incompatible. There are some points where I’m wondering what exactly you’re implying–because there are multiple ways to interpret this.

Like, for example, is this a switched identity thing–in which both Carlos and Harry exist but for some reason, Cruella switched her baby for the Potters’ baby? Or is this a story in which Carlos does not exist, but Cruella somehow obtains Harry and then names him Carlos because she would have named any child she raised Carlos? Like… is the Carlos we see in Descendants secretly Harry Potter? And only when the Goblet of Fire calls upon his “real name” does he realize it… And so is there then a “Harry Potter” living and learning in Hogwarts that, due to actually being Carlos de Vil, realizes his entire life has been a lie?

I guess what I’m saying is that I’m not entirely sure what kind of Carlos-is-Harry method you want to use for this story so I can’t really brainstorm more on what you’ve given me…

I suppose I wonder how Cruella got Harry (either instead of, or in exchange for her own son). Like, is she blood related to Lily (and Petunia)? Or did she just see this green-eyed baby and want it for herself–but, why?–or did she have Carlos and try to–OH MY GOD.

Okay. I just thought of something potentially horrific but possibly in character for the Descendants’ version of Cruella de Vil. Like… what if she did have Carlos (canon Carlos, that is) but he died as a baby. For some reason. Either her own neglect or he just wasn’t a very healthy baby. But he dies. And we’ve seen how attached she is to that fake stuffed dog so what if… she just lost her baby. And she sees this abandoned baby just, you know, lying there. And she takes it. Because that means her baby’s not really dead, see, he’s right here.

Um… like I said… I have no idea which route you want to take for that so everything with a grain of salt.

But, okay, after that… I guess then I would have to wonder about the timing of things. Since Goblet of Fire happens in the year right after Harry turns fourteen… wouldn’t this happen before the events of the Descendants movie? In which case, Carlos aka Harry isn’t enrolled in Auradon Prep–he’s a student of Dragon Hall. And if he’s, as in GoF canon, a representative of a fourth school then that means you can bring in other Dragon Hall students to Hogwarts for the tournament. Such as Mal, Evie, Jay, and other of the more magically inclined villain kids.

It would derail the Descendants movie entirely but… it could be interesting to play around with. I mean, as I’ve said before, I haven’t read the book so I don’t know much about non-movie canon for the Descendants world, but if you can make it work that more power to you. And nothing is to stop you from having the events of Descendants (that is, Ben inviting the four Lost kids to Auradon Prep) from still happening after the GoF x Isle of the Lost year.

Some advice: I’d say watch out for spreading yourself too thin, though, and make sure you have a good handle on your character voices. Especially Carlos-Harry. He’s going to be different than either canon!Carlos or canon!Harry, but he has to be similar enough to both that you can still get the feeling of both of them.

And, make sure Cruella’s motivations make sense. In a way, SHE’s the instigator of your fic idea, so even if her reasoning isn’t exactly rational (because emotions aren’t always rational) it should adhere to some kind of internal logic.

It’s definitely an interesting idea, with a lot of intricate plotting to work through, but not entirely undoable. If you have your heart set on it then go for it! 😀

Fake Fic Summaries 7/?, the Check, Please! edition (2015-10-10)

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A/N1: @omgcheckplease and it’s fandom are so freaking cute and I just can’t, ugh.

So here are three plot bunnies which I would kind of like to see, but don’t have a fully formed idea nor the ability to do them justice. If anyone would like to adopt them, go for it (and I would totally love to beta/brainstorm with you).

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1) Untitled “High Fantasy”* AU

In which the son of the Elf King has slain trolls and dragons, but fumbles in the face of a tiny creature known only as a hobbit.

Basically, the Canadians are elves, and the further south you go the shorter the races get. Therefore, Jack and Ransom are Elves; Holster, Shitty, and Nursey are Human; Lardo and Dex are dwarves; and Bitty is a hobbit. I’m unsure whether or not Chowder should be a dwarf or human…

Um, but, basically… I had some very strong Bagginshield feelings even before reading CP and it certainly didn’t get any weaker after. But since one of my guilty pleasures about Jack and Bitty’s relationship is their ludicrous height difference, I figured Jack ought to be an elf instead of a dwarf.

Also, since Jack was canonically an ugly baby/chubby kid/awkward teenager, it’s super hilarious if he’s an elf who are usually characterized by their ethereal beauty.

I don’t really have a plot in mind, though, just the idea of throwing the Haus (+Frogs) into the “high fantasy” setting and letting hilarious cultural misunderstandings get in the way of an elf/hobbit relationship. I love cultural misunderstandings as a romantic comedy trope.

*[“High Fantasy” is pretty much Lord of the Rings without specifically being Tolkien’s world–for example, an entirely, unrelated world with magic and such and a separate set of universal rules. Uh, in contrast there is “low fantasy” which would be Harry Potter–in that there is magic set in the ‘real’ world; so there are extra rules but those are on top of what already exist. Arguably a high fantasy world could be completely underwater and instead of light/visual cues people use telepathy and sonar. Whereas, if there happened to be a story in which a “normal” person met a mermaid who lives at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean and uses telepathy and sonar, that would be low fantasy.]

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2) In Which Bitty Is A Ghost

Or, rather, in which Bitty cannot be heard or seen by anyone alive, nor can he touch anything. How is he supposed to bake during this time of crisis?

Featuring: a disturbing lack of hockey or pies, Jenny and Mandy the sorority Haus ghosts, and Jack Zimmermann’s butt being better at emoting than him.

Never fear, Bitty is not actually dead. He’s just in a coma. And his consciousness is for some reason stuck in the Haus (or wherever Jack is, but Bitty doesn’t want to distract him from his first year in the NHL… even if Jack is the only one to sort of perceive him).

Uh, I just had some world-building details in mind… like, the reason why Jenny and Mandy hang around Ransom so much (besides him being very good looking) is because he kind of gives off an aura which strengthens them. Enough to write in a steamy mirror, anyway.

And the two of them are very helpful with teaching Bitty how to be a ghost. Not so much how to get him to stop being a ghost.

Now, I’m not saying true love’s kiss is the answer, but I don’t know what else it might be.

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3) Untitled… I don’t even know… Celebrity!CanonDivergence!AU

I have no summary or title for this particular fake fic, just a brainstorm. So here:

It’s a canon divergence AU in which Jack doesn’t step up his wooing of Bitty, because he doesn’t think he can handle the pressure of being the first out NHL player.

So, probably, a few years pass. Bitty also graduates with a major in American Studies / Food Anthropology / something that allows him to essentially do his vlogs professionally.

Now, whether that means he becomes one of those youtube famous vloggers that live off subscriptions and views, or if Food Network Channel picks him up as the next Food Network Star (or if one leads to the other…) would be up to whoever writes this. But, basically, Bitty becomes famous in his own right in the specific niche of vlog/baking. Just like how the Zimmermann name is also famous in the specific niche of hockey.

Aaaand I guess there’s some kind of convention–maybe VidCon maybe the New York City Wine & Food Festival–in which Eric R Bittle, star of Bitty’s Bites, is holding a panel where he bakes and answers questions. One question is “Have you met any other celebrities?” And… well… sure there are the other Food Network stars (he and Duff Goldman have the strangest friendship/rivalry. Shhh, this is an AU in which Ace of Cakes wasn’t cancelled, don’t harsh my vibe) but those are people he works with and he’s pretty humble so he doesn’t consider himself a celebrity. But you know what, he was once teammates/housemates/friends with Jack Zimmermann, NHL star… so Bitty talks about that.

By which I mean, rhapsodizes about his Samwell years the rest of his panel time and no one really has the heart to stop him because he was so obviously enamored by this… hockey guy… that it’s absolutely fascinating to listen to.

And, well, Bitty is openly gay. So when, at the end, he punctuates that he used to have such a huge crush on Jack, well, his fans go wild. And there’s not much overlap between Bitty’s fans and hockey fans, but there is a little. Just enough that people begin speculating about Jack to the point that, eventually, when Jack is doing a post-game interview, expecting some of the normal questions, out of the blue someone asks about Eric Bittle. Jack hasn’t thought about Bitty in YEARS. So he just kind of… contacts Bitty and is like… wanna get coffee sometime?

They slowly fall back in love. While also being very famous people in very different spheres. And Bitty learns that he is allowed to be selfish sometimes. And Jack musters up the courage to come out (because it’s been a few years, his place on the team is secure, he doesn’t want hockey to be the only thing in his life).

Happy Ending, etc. etc. Bitty goes to Jack’s games, Jack probably makes cameos in Bitty’s Bites–mostly just standing around on screen like a giant and chirping at his boyfriend. Super cute stuff. etc. etc.

Untitled Check, Please! drabble (2015-10-09)

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Here’s the thing about Kent Parson: he’s always been a city boy. The only difference between then and now is that back then, he was a poor city boy. Now he’s as rich as they come.

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Growing up, it wasn’t easy–sharing a one bedroom apartment with his mama. The walls and pipes and wiring just a half step up from decrepit, furniture and clothes and everything second-hand. Mama coming home for half an hour between jobs before rushing off to the next one. Sometimes having to choose between food and heat and–but he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Maybe asked for a little more, but he was loved and they were happy, and it was enough.

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Then there was hockey.

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His troubles didn’t disappear whenever he was on the ice, but they became distant. More manageable. No one cared if he was the kid who came to school without a backpack, without food or money for lunch, dressed in old boots slightly too big and clothes with fabric worn thin.

None of that mattered.

During a game it was only a matter of playing his best. And his best? Was a hell of a lot better than everyone else’s.

Suddenly there was something that he could do–that he was good at–and people would give him things so long as he just kept playing.

—

Then along came Jack Zimmermann.

—

When the media talks about his “story,” that narrative that they’ve created to make things more interesting to non-hockey fans (why would they even care?), they talk about him like he’s not even a real person. Like he’s just some place holder in a fairy tale.

A bright shining star. Hockey’s golden boy. America personified. King of Aces.

The particularly cynical ones call him a thief, stealing Jack Zimmermann’s glory out from under him. Or a greedy traitor. Or, for the ones really into conspiracy theories, a saboteur–responsible for Jack’s downfall.

Truth be told, he can handle all that. The bad and the relatively good.

No one ever calls him Cinderella story.

He’s not sure how he’d react if they did.

—

Hard work doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have a fuck ton of talent and luck to back you up.

He knows this, it’s his entire fucking life.

But sometimes, if you don’t have either, faking it can get you part of the way there.

~

A/N: Ugh, Kent Parson, you beautiful, disastrous asshole. You fucking all American, glorious trash can, I love you.

I dunno, this is actually some of my more articulate feelings since the rest of it is just incoherent shrieking.

I have no idea if any of this contradicts with canon? But, like, what even is canon for him?

Gotta confess, I was trying to find a way to stick Kit Purrson in there somehow.

Untitled Check, Please! drabble (2015-10-08)

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Neither one of them are each other’s first loves. But that’s okay, it still feels like it.

A soft, new, fragile thing. Filled with light and joy and sweetness. That’s what first loves are supposed to be about.

Jack’s first love, well. That thing with Kenny was too couched in secrecy and expectations and anxiety and competition.

They were twin stars going supernova, galaxies colliding, rather than just two kids falling in love.

It was just a rush of now and desperation and need–there was still love, of course. But love isn’t always a happy ending.

With Eric, his first love was less explosive. But sometimes worlds don’t end with a bang, they end with a whimper. And hearts break just the same way.

Eric’s was a one sided thing, before he learned not to fall for straight boys. Oh, but to love, even when he had to hide it, even when he never had a chance–is that not what every story is about?

And now this story, this story for the two of them, it’s a second chance.

Samwell was a second chance for Jack to live his dreams; a second chance for Eric to be the person he’s always wanted to be.

A second chance for first loves.

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A/N: Guess who just discovered @omgcheckplease. And seriously. So cute. SO CUTE.

So here’s my tiny ass contribution to the fandom.

Although, tbh, I super enjoy how Kent Parson is like… agreed to be a hockey playing anime-eyed trash can and yet, still, the problematic fave.

Untitled drabbles (2015-10-03)

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(some weird JayxTim dialogue)

“Everyone I love dies.”

“Yeah, I heard about that. Starting with mommy dearest and running all the way through to Daddy Bats.”

“No.”

“No?”

“It didn’t start with my mother… it started with you.”

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(a tiny drabble from my original sci-fi story, Triptych)

Westerly breathes and internally recites the ten principles of diplomacy in an attempt to stay calm.

It’s not working.

In two minutes, eight of hir clan members will be brought aboard the station and ze has been assigned to their party. Until they’re escorted to Huaqu. At which point Westerly will be expected to join them.

Ze hasn’t been to hir home-planet in six years.

But this is an honor, surely. To be trusted with such an important mission even though ze is only junior operative. Likely due to hir training in diplomacy… and the fact that ze is the only geshou in the station. In all of SPAN, actually.

There’s a reason why ze is the first geshou to join SPAN and it wasn’t to go back to Huaqu!

Westerly breathes and waits.

~

A/N: Sorry, at my sister’s place, couldn’t really focus on anything without a family member or a dog demanding my attention.

Untitled DCU drabble (2015-09-30)

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A/N1: Related to these drabbles here.

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“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” you mumble, grip tight around the handlebars of the motorcycle.

Beside you, the man who is not your brother–the man who was killed by your father–the man who threatens to kill you in revenge on his off days–snorts, “Never handled a motorcycle before, princess?” Jason sneers, draped over a bike of his own.

“It’s not the motorcycle that’s the problem,” you say, because it’s true. Your mother wanted you to be prepared for every situation, it’s why you can swim and ride a bicycle and handle various vehicles. It’s why you know how to fly a helicopter.

You look down, where the front tire of your motorcycle meets the concrete, then look further down beyond that. Past the edge of the roof, a large ramp begins it’s descent only to curve back up into a half pipe–a ludicrous sized one. One for motorcycles, apparently.

“How did you even get this built?” You ask, incredulous. Surely this is against some sort of zoning code. Then again, the Wayne family is the richest on the eastern seaboard. If not the entire country. They’ve gotten away with a lot more.

“Stalling, princess? Just admit it, you’re too scared.” Jason mocks.

“Of course I’m scared,” you say easily, truthfully. You find that you’ve been telling the truth an awful lot recently. It’s not as uncomfortable as you thought it would be. Freeing, actually.

From your peripheral vision, you see Jason startle, perhaps surprised from your confession.

“But not too scared to try this,” you add, revving your engine once, twice, and letting physics take you for the ride of your life.

Yours is a legacy of lies and madness. You’re done with the first; it’s time to give the second a chance.

~

A/N2: Uh… I couldn’t sleep. And then I know I’m a big liar for apparently continuing this series. And in second POV at that? Whaaaat?

Untitled Avengers drabble (2015-09-26)

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Bennet’s in the middle of inputting data–and he’s going to be honest, he really enjoys it, it’s soothing–when the small television they have running as background noise suddenly changes from soap operas to BREAKING NEWS.

It’s… it’s basically a war zone. In New York. With aliens and superheroes and–“Dr. Ross? I think you need to see this,”–a giant green rage monster.

Her mouth twists, no doubt a confusing jumble of concern and elation whirling about in her mind, “Tell the university we’re taking a sabbatical, Bennet,” she says, and he immediately has his email open, drafting a sorry-not-sorry-we’re-leaving-for-a-while, “We’re going to Manhattan.”

—

He and Riley were like brothers, so it stands to reason that Riley’s little shit of a protege would translate as something like a stubborn punk of a nephew.

“‘Sup Uncle Sam?” Bingley says with that combination of infuriating smile and raised eyebrow that Sam knows always both amused and pissed of Riley, “You mind if I stay for a few days?”

Sam rolls his eyes at the complete lack of heads up, but lets the kid come in anyway. Later, when Captain America and the Black Widow appear on his doorstep he’s both proud and worried at how easily Bingley steps up to offer help.

Family sticks together, after all.

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The thing about the Avengers Tower is that it’s still a skyscraper. It’s massive. And maybe Tony Stark is accustomed to living opulently, but an entire floor for one person? That’s kind of ridiculous.

Okay, sure, Thor literally lived in a space castle, so he’s probably used to even more luxury. But as far as Darcy can tell, he’s accepting close quarter living as a given for Midguardian culture. And considering his two instances of Earth living were 1) Puente Antiguo, in which Jane lived in an RV and 2) London. Enough said.

So it’s not unexpected that the Avengers each invite other people to live on their designated floors. Hawkeye brings an absolutely adorable dog and a teenage girl who also, confusingly, answers to the name Hawkeye. The Captain has his own avian-themed not-sidekick, and no doubt his frozen BFF will be brought in, too, whenever they actually find him.

Thor invites Jane, who invites Darcy; no surprise there.

What is a surprise is, a few days after moving in, after Darcy’s unpacked all of her stuff and decides to explore her new home, she bumps into her siblings.

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A/N: Oooh, switching from DC to Marvel. Whaaaaaaat? No worries, I love all my children equally. 😛

Here’s a quickly thrown together drabble based on this Fake Fic Summary, in which Darcy is a triplet with Bennet (as played by Jesse Eisenberg) as her brother and Bingley (as played by Kristen Stewart) as her agender sibling.

To be honest, I’m still not sure if I want Bingley to be attached to Sam Wilson’s story line or James Rhodes’. I mean, either way, Bingley is in the Air Force, but I’m not too sure what route I want to take for this. If I were to continue this.