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NASA Inspires Your Crafty Creations for World Embroidery Day

It’s amazing what you can do with a little needle and thread! For #WorldEmbroideryDay, we asked what NASA imagery inspired you. You responded with a variety of embroidered creations, highlighting our different areas of study.

Here’s what we found:

Webb’s Carina Nebula

Wendy Edwards, a project coordinator with Earth Science Data Systems at NASA, created this embroidered piece inspired by Webb’s Carina Nebula image. Captured in infrared light, this image revealed for the first time previously invisible areas of star birth. Credit: Wendy Edwards, NASA. Pattern credit: Clare Bray, Climbing Goat Designs

Wendy Edwards, a project coordinator with Earth Science Data Systems at NASA, first learned cross stitch in middle school where she had to pick rotating electives and cross stitch/embroidery was one of the options. “When I look up to the stars and think about how incredibly, incomprehensibly big it is out there in the universe, I’m reminded that the universe isn’t ‘out there’ at all. We’re in it,” she said. Her latest piece focused on Webb’s image release of the Carina Nebula. The image showcased the telescope’s ability to peer through cosmic dust, shedding new light on how stars form.

Ocean Color Imagery: Exploring the North Caspian Sea

Danielle Currie of Satellite Stitches created a piece inspired by the Caspian Sea, taken by NASA’s ocean color satellites. Credit: Danielle Currie/Satellite Stitches

Danielle Currie is an environmental professional who resides in New Brunswick, Canada. She began embroidering at the beginning of the Covid-19 pandemic as a hobby to take her mind off the stress of the unknown. Danielle’s piece is titled “46.69, 50.43,” named after the coordinates of the area of the northern Caspian Sea captured by LandSat8 in 2019.

An image of the Caspian Sea captured by Landsat 8 in 2019. Credit: NASA

Two Hubble Images of the Pillars of Creation, 1995 and 2015

Melissa Cole of Star Stuff Stitching created an embroidery piece based on the Hubble image Pillars of Creation released in 1995. Credit: Melissa Cole, Star Stuff Stitching

Melissa Cole is an award-winning fiber artist from Philadelphia, PA, USA, inspired by the beauty and vastness of the universe. They began creating their own cross stitch patterns at 14, while living with their grandparents in rural Michigan, using colored pencils and graph paper. The Pillars of Creation (Eagle Nebula, M16), released by the Hubble Telescope in 1995 when Melissa was just 11 years old, captured the imagination of a young person in a rural, religious setting, with limited access to science education.

Lauren Wright Vartanian of the shop Neurons and Nebulas created this piece inspired by the Hubble Space Telescope’s 2015 25th anniversary re-capture of the Pillars of Creation. Credit: Lauren Wright Vartanian, Neurons and Nebulas

Lauren Wright Vartanian of Guelph, Ontario Canada considers herself a huge space nerd. She’s a multidisciplinary artist who took up hand sewing after the birth of her daughter. She’s currently working on the illustrations for a science themed alphabet book, made entirely out of textile art. It is being published by Firefly Books and comes out in the fall of 2024. Lauren said she was enamored by the original Pillars image released by Hubble in 1995. When Hubble released a higher resolution capture in 2015, she fell in love even further! This is her tribute to those well-known images.

James Webb Telescope Captures Pillars of Creation

Darci Lenker of Darci Lenker Art, created a rectangular version of Webb’s Pillars of Creation. Credit: Darci Lenker of Darci Lenker Art

Darci Lenker of Norman, Oklahoma started embroidery in college more than 20 years ago, but mainly only used it as an embellishment for her other fiber works. In 2015, she started a daily embroidery project where she planned to do one one-inch circle of embroidery every day for a year. She did a collection of miniature thread painted galaxies and nebulas for Science Museum Oklahoma in 2019. Lenker said she had previously embroidered the Hubble Telescope’s image of Pillars of Creation and was excited to see the new Webb Telescope image of the same thing. Lenker could not wait to stitch the same piece with bolder, more vivid colors.

Milky Way

Darci Lenker of Darci Lenker Art was inspired by NASA’s imaging of the Milky Way Galaxy. Credit: Darci Lenker

In this piece, Lenker became inspired by the Milky Way Galaxy, which is organized into spiral arms of giant stars that illuminate interstellar gas and dust. The Sun is in a finger called the Orion Spur.

The Cosmic Microwave Background

This image shows an embroidery design based on the cosmic microwave background, created by Jessica Campbell, who runs Astrostitches. Inside a tan wooden frame, a colorful oval is stitched onto a black background in shades of blue, green, yellow, and a little bit of red. Credit: Jessica Campbell/ Astrostitches

Jessica Campbell obtained her PhD in astrophysics from the University of Toronto studying interstellar dust and magnetic fields in the Milky Way Galaxy. Jessica promptly taught herself how to cross-stitch in March 2020 and has since enjoyed turning astronomical observations into realistic cross-stitches. Her piece was inspired by the cosmic microwave background, which displays the oldest light in the universe.

The full-sky image of the temperature fluctuations (shown as color differences) in the cosmic microwave background, made from nine years of WMAP observations. These are the seeds of galaxies, from a time when the universe was under 400,000 years old. Credit: NASA/WMAP Science Team

GISSTEMP: NASA’s Yearly Temperature Release

Katy Mersmann, a NASA social media specialist, created this embroidered piece based on NASA’s Goddard Institute for Space Studies (GISS) global annual temperature record. Earth’s average surface temperature in 2020 tied with 2016 as the warmest year on record. Credit: Katy Mersmann, NASA

Katy Mersmann is a social media specialist at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Md. She started embroidering when she was in graduate school. Many of her pieces are inspired by her work as a communicator. With climate data in particular, she was inspired by the researchers who are doing the work to understand how the planet is changing. The GISTEMP piece above is based on a data visualization of 2020 global temperature anomalies, still currently tied for the warmest year on record.

In addition to embroidery, NASA continues to inspire art in all forms. Check out other creative takes with Landsat Crafts and the James Webb Space telescope public art gallery.

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delusionalfanficwriter · 3 months

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accident

The morning sun cast a soft glow over the streets of Seattle as Y/N drove to her training session for USWNT. The familiar scent of coffee filled the air, but her mind was focused on the upcoming game and the challenges that lay ahead. As she approached an intersection, the traffic light turned red, forcing her to come to a stop.

Just as the light turned green, Y/N accelerated, her mind still occupied with thoughts of tactics and strategy for the game. The intersection was busy, cars moving in various directions. However, in the blink of an eye, a distracted driver ran a red light, colliding with Y/N's car from the side.

The impact sent Y/N's car spinning, metal crunching against metal. The sudden jolt left her disoriented, the world spinning around her. As the chaos unfolded, she heard the distant wail of sirens, and through the haze, she saw the familiar faces of Maya hopping out of the fire truck and the Station 19 team rushing to the scene before her eyes started to close shut.

Maya takes in the scene, her eyes fall on the license plate number she has seen dozens of times. Her mind jumps to y/n, who she knows is in Seattle for the game coming up later in the week. The y/n who she and Carina took under their wing after she showed up several times to clinic days. They opened their home for her until she was steady enough to be on her own and when she isn’t with USWNT she is home in the UK playing for Arsenal.

Panic and concern etched across her face, as she sprinted towards Y/N's car. Reaching the damaged vehicle, she instantly saw y/n out cold. Reaching for the door handle, it wouldn’t budge. “Fuck! Guys it’s y/n. We need the jaws of life to remove the door and maybe even windshield for more access.” Travis went to grab it as Warren and Andy came with the med bag as they were on Aid car 19. “Y/n, I’m not sure if you can hear me but I need you to try to open your eyes. It’s Maya. You are going to be okay.”

Maya makes the decision to break the backseat window and enter through there before crawling front to the passenger seat. Andy did the same but remained behind y/n as she helped stabilize her neck with a c-collar after Maya checked for a pulse.

With all the hands touching her, y/n started to stir awake, moaning in pain. “Shhh. Y/n, it’s going to be okay, just try to remain still for us.”

Hearing the familiar voice, y/n turned her head as much as possible with the collar on to the source. “Cap…” She whispered.

“Hey there, kiddo. You took quite a big hit. Andy and I are in the car with you. Can you tell me if you are in pain and where?” Maya scans over y/n as y/n thinks the question through.

“Um. My head is pounding and the light makes it worse. Chest might be bruised… Maya…” y/n’s facial expression changes into a panicked one.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?... Y/n talk to me…”

“...legs… I- I can’t feel my legs. Maya- no no…” Y/n begins to spiral as realization hits her.

“Y/n, I need you to listen to me and breathe. We will figure it out but don’t focus on that right now. I need you to get your breathing under control.”

Warren assisted Travis in preparing the jaws of life while Maya focused on Y/N's immediate needs. Andy opened the med bag, retrieving equipment to monitor vital signs.

"Y/N, I need you to stay with me. Andy's going to monitor your vital signs, and we'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible," Maya explained, her voice a steady presence in the chaos. “Nice deep breaths.”

Andy secured an IV line, administering fluids to address potential shock. Maya continued to assess Y/N's chest and abdomen, searching for any signs of internal injuries.

"Good job, Andy. Let's keep an eye on those vitals. Y/N, I need you to let me know if anything feels off or if the pain increases," Maya directed, her focus unwavering. “Y/n pay attention to me. Eyes on me. We will worry about your legs when we pull you out.”

“Cap, my legs are everything. You know that.”

“I know, Y/n, I promise I know.” Maya is reminded of how soccer saved Y/N life and helped lift her from her rough past.

As Maya reassured Y/N, the situation took a dire turn. A faint hissing sound emerged from beneath the wreckage, followed by the acrid smell of gas. Maya's heart sank as she realized the danger they were in.

"Warren, Travis, we've got a gas leak! We need to get Y/N out of here, now!" Maya's voice cut through the chaos, urgency evident in every word. With adrenaline coursing through their veins, the team intensified their efforts.

Travis and Warren redoubled their efforts with the jaws of life, while Andy swiftly prepared Y/N for extraction, mindful of the looming threat of fire. Maya coordinated the rescue operation with precision, her training kicking in as she assessed the risks and devised a plan.

Suddenly, a spark ignited the volatile atmosphere, and flames erupted, engulfing the front of the car. Time seemed to slow as panic surged through the team. Without hesitation, Maya made a split-second decision.

"Grab Y/N, we're getting her out, now!" Maya commanded, her voice unwavering despite the inferno raging around them. With synchronized movements, Andy and Maya carefully lifted Y/N, their actions swift yet deliberate.

“Stop it-it hurts! Maya, stop!” Y/n screamed and cried as her body was hastily carried out of the vehicle.

“I’m sorry, Y/n but we need to leave now!” Maya screamed over the chaos. As they lifted y/n out and placed her on the stretcher, they ran as Vic and Jack foamed over the gas leak.

“Leah… I was on a call with Leah before.” Y/n suddenly remembered having her girlfriend on the other end of the line before the crash.

“Don’t worry, I will call her, right now.” Maya climbed into the back of the ambulance, her eyes never leaving Y/N. "You're doing great, Y/N. We're right here with you," she said, her voice filled with reassurance.

Andy followed suit, bringing the medical bag and equipment into the confined space of the ambulance. Y/N's eyes darted between Maya and Andy, seeking comfort in their familiar faces amidst the uncertainty.

“Speaking of the devil, Leah is facetiming me.” Maya says unlocking her phone but as the ambulance doors closed, Y/N's panic resurfaces. The confined space and the realization of the severity of the situation weighed heavily on her. "Maya, I can't... I can't breathe. It's too much," Y/N gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Maya quickly grabbed an oxygen mask from the medical bag. "Y/N, slow your breathing. This will help," she said, placing the mask gently over Y/N's face. "Deep breaths. In and out."

“What’s happening? Maya what happened to Y/n?!” Leah yelled through the phone panicked by Y/n’s panic.

“Y/n look who I have on the phone, wanting to see you.” Maya tries to distract the woman in front of her. Y/n pauses for a second to see her blurred girlfriend on the screen.

“Baby, you’re going to be okay, Maya is with you and I am sure Carina will meet you in the hospital. I’ll be on the next plane over.” Leah reassured y/n.

“Leahhh,” Y/n cried. “I can’t - can’t feel my legs. I’m so scared.” Leah pauses and a panic look crosses over her eye but she tries to remain as calm as possible.

“Wait until the doctor’s check you out, it could just be from slight inflammation. Just focus on what Maya says. She is with you and looks like Andy is there too. You are gonna be fine, baby just remain calm.”

“Leah, we are pulling into the ambulance bay in a minute so I am going to hang up and get her sorted for the medical staff. I’ll call you back as soon as I can.” Maya tells Leah knowing how protective she is of her girlfriend. With that Leah gives another word of love to Y/n before canceling the call.

“I texted Carina as well, I am not sure if she’s in surgery or not but she’ll come to find us once she sees it.” Maya informs y/n knowing she is able to calm down more when Carina is around. “We are almost there, but it’s going to get chaotic. Just breathe, it’ll be alright.”

The ambulance pulls up and doors open to reveal Amelia, Bailey, Kepner, Teddy, and Carina.

“What do we have?” Bailey starts.

“23 year old female in a MVC, airbags deployed, head laceration, possible spinal injury, she says she can’t feel her legs. C-spine precaution taken. Y/n had two panic attacks already and is in pain but no pain meds given as unknown head trauma...” Andy trails off.

“Alright, trauma 2.”

Y/n is rolled in as everyone takes on a role and several hands are trying to assess her injuries to the full extent. Y/n takes her deep breaths as she reminds herself they are here to help her.

In the entrance of the room Maya whispers to Carina, “Carina, she said she can’t feel her legs. I tried to stay calm for her but it’s never good. She was freaking out…”

A loud groan of pain takes them out of their moment as they see they have turned y/n on her side to check her back before placing her back down. Amelia does a head work up and then moves down to y/n’s legs. Carina steps closer to y/n for support as Amelia asks her if she can feel her touching her feet.

“I can’t feel it.” Amelia moves up the leg and to the knee. “Nothing.” Amelia moves mid-thigh. “I barely feel that.”

“Okay, don’t worry, we will get a CT scan and check you out. Might just be inflammation on the spine that will go away.” Amelia reassured the girl Carina took under her wing.

“And what if it doesn’t,” Y/n asks the question she knows the answer to.

“Let’s see what the scans say and we will take it from there.” Amelia places her hand on Y/n’s hand but she pulls away.

“I’m going to be sick.” With that, y/n turns her body as much as possible and only dry heaves.

“Bambina, you are stressing yourself out. I know you are worried about playing soccer, hell even walking but one thing at a time. You can’t think of what ifs. I am here now. I will make sure things are in order. Maya and I will be there for you every step of the way. I am going to need you to practice the breathing exercises. I don’t want them to sedate you but if your panic gets in the way…”

“No, no I promise.” Y/n cuts her off and closes her eyes trying to regulate her breathing. The team talks to her about the next steps of imaging and makes her a priority case.

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tvseries-writings · 3 months

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We care about you

Maya x Carina x reader (Amelia is reader’s bff)

Prompt: Reader has a car crash with Carina’s car and she feels so guilty that she refuses to go to the hospital and it’s not the best choice.

TW: car crash, seizure

When you open your eyes, your first thought does not go to the probable concussion you gave yourself, nor to the poor light pole you knocked down. No, your concern becomes the car: the Carina's very expensive and beautiful Porsche that you have just crumpled against a stupid pole that you could very well have avoided, had the road not been wet. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the driver's door, yours, suddenly opening.

"Miss, miss can you hear me? Y/n?"

Vic's face appears in front of you, and as soon as he notices it's you, her gaze changes from a calm and placid one to one quite panicked.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to call Maya and Carina?"

Vic unbuckles your belt, intimating you to stay still while she checks you over. She feels your legs, asking if you can feel them. You nod. By the feel of the pain in your ribs, you probably have one or two cracked if not broken ribs, blood is pouring out of your nose since the airbag exploded in your face, and most likely the deep cut on your forehead indicates a more serious concussion than you would have liked but you don't care. The only thing you care about is the car, and right now you really have no other concerns besides.

"Were other people involved?"

"No, just a poor pole. But I don't think it will complain. We need to get you to Grey's Sloan. Montgomery, Warren! Give me a hand, we-"

"No."

Relief floods you as soon as Vic confirms that no one else besides you was involved in the accident. You know full well that it could have been worse, yet you refuse to go to the hospital, you won't let anyone waste time because of your stupid mistake. Carina's car...you destroyed it, the Italian loves that car and you literally crumpled it for her.

"Y/n, you know you have to go to the hospital. Maya and Carina would kill me if they knew I didn't take you to the hospital...please don't make me carry you or call them."

You shake your head, immediately regretting it as soon as you do when a twinge in your head makes you squint in pain.

"No, Carina is going to kill me as soon as she sees what I've done to her car..Vic, you don't understand. She loves this car more than anything, she went to pick it out with Andrew as soon as she got to Seattle-" a sob involuntarily escapes your mouth as your body is shaken as more follow. Tears line your cheeks and though you want to stop them, you really don't have the strength.

"Y/n, Carina loves you more than a stupid car...she won't care if-"

"No Vic, you don't understand, I don't want to go to the hospital, please, please, I can't look at Carina and tell her that I destroyed one of the things that reminded her of her brother. Please Vic, take me home, don't take me to Grey's Sloan. Please."

You plead with her and see her struggling internally with herself, even turning a glance over her shoulder where Ben and Travis, having heard it all, are struggling in the same dilemma as she is. Then, Vic shakes his head and you decide that you have just chosen which battle to fight, at least for the next few minutes.

"I'm sorry y/n but we need to get you checked out and Grey's Sloan is the closest. I'm really sorry."

You shake your head, tears continue copiously to line your face, and the adrenaline slowly begins to fade, making your head feel lighter and your chest feel heavier.

"No Vic, this is not your choice. I am conscious and aware of my actions, legally you have no right to transport me anywhere unless I have harmed other people."

You use your best lawyerly tone, the same tone you use in the courtroom and see them exchange a look and then nod.

"You're right, legally we can't force you but we can call Maya and Carina, y/n."

You grit your teeth; this was an option you had not calculated but, instead, you come up with an idea that is better than the others and will probably save you from going to the hospital. As they say, if Muhammad does not go to the mountain then the mountain will go to Muhammad.

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"Thank you for coming."

Amelia shakes her head, a look of disapproval quite legible on her face.

"Well, when your best friend as well as roommate for a good six years of college calls you and tells you she's been in an accident, it's hard not to check in on her."

You smile at her, and before you can try to speak, she's asking you rapid-fire questions.

"Have you lost consciousness? Have you had any dizziness? Altered vision?"

Amelia pulls a small light from the breast pocket of the lab coat she is still wearing before pointing it in your eyes.

"I'm fine," you close your eyes, instinctively turning away from that blinding light.

"Mm yeah, no. You're not all right. Now be still and stop saying you're fine."

Amelia holds your head still, probing multiple places for some kind of bump and glancing at the gash on your forehead.

"This cut needs stitches and you need a CT scan. Oh and you still haven't answered my questions, don't think I forgot."

When Vic notices that you don't answer, she does it for you.

"When we arrived she was unconscious and was unconscious for about three minutes while we were there and soon after she recovered she had trouble recognizing me so I wouldn't rule out visual changes."

Ladies and gentlemen, the traitorous bastard Victoria Hughes.

"Hospital, now. No discussion. I remind you that between the two of us, I am the doctor and also one of the best."

You sigh, shaking your head a few times or at least trying to, as Amelia holds you firmly in place.

"I don't even think about it Amelia, not-"

You stop suddenly, a high-pitched ringing in your ears not allowing you to hear whatever Amelia is saying and then, your pupils rotate back and your body is suddenly shaken by convulsions and everything goes dark.

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It is Amelia who takes you to the hospital, with Warren by your side as they check your vitals all the way to Grey's Sloan while Vic and Travis brush all speed limits in order to get their captain's girlfriend and great friend to the hospital as quickly as possible.

After administering Diazepam, fortunately the seizures have stopped and Amelia is squeezing your hand, as if to let you know she is with you.

"Everything will be fine, stay with me y/n. It's all right okay? It's all right. I'm here, I'm here with you."

In less than five minutes, your unconscious body is quickly brought through the doors of the emergency room at Grey's Sloan.

"Female, 25 years old, car accident. Unconscious for three minutes, probable head injury. She had a seizure episode before entering the ambulance; diazepam was administered. She has been stable ever since."

Vic says, before leaving you in the hands of Dr. Teddy Altman, who rolls her eyes as soon as she recognizes the woman lying on the stretcher.

"Y/n? Do Amelia, Maya, and Carina know?"

The neurosurgeon sighs, shaking her head and slipping on gloves and a sterile gown to carefully examine how severe your head injury is.

"Damn it, Schmitt, call Dr. DeLuca. Warren, alert your captain. I can't believe you guys didn't say anything, those two will kill you."

Warren swallows before nodding and pulling out his phone.

"What was I supposed to do? This idiot didn't want to and I remind you she's a lawyer, she knows her rights very well. We need to do a CT scan on her, Schmitt did you reserve the room?"

"Y-yes Dr. Shepard and Dr. DeLuca is coming. I told her that her partner had been in a car accident but I didn't have time to tell her that she was okay that she had already shut me down."

Teddy pinches her nose between her index finger and thumb, sighing in exasperation.

"Schmitt, did you even check that she wasn't operating?"

The resident looks at her embarrassed before shaking his head.

"No ma'am, I-"

The boy doesn't have time to finish the sentence that a worried Italian doctor enters the emergency room, nearly bursting through the doors.

"Where is she? Is she okay? Teddy tell me she is fine-"

The Italian woman suddenly stops, noticing only then your pale, unconscious body on the crib in front of the two doctors and the resident.

Caria quickly approaches you, stroking your forehead and being careful not to graze the cut before turning to Amelia as they move to the exam room to have you scanned. "What happened?"

Although she is addressing the neurosurgeon, her eyes do not leave your figure, and her hand does not detach from yours.

"She lost control of the car and drove into a light pole, the airbags deployed, which caused her to have a massive nosebleed, and a head injury. She had a seizure episode before we brought her in."

Carina gasps as she hears the last sentence.

"Has she woken up since then?"

"No."

The Italian closes her eyes, aware that this is not a good sign and praying that you have not suffered more damage than she initially expected.

As they prepare you for the CT scan, Amelia and Carina being the only ones in the room, Carina decides to ask Amelia one of the questions that came to her mind as soon as she noticed the neurosurgeon standing next to you, slightly sweaty in the face and aware of all the information from your journey from the accident site to the hospital.

"Why were you with her in the ambulance?"

"She called me; she was afraid you would be upset about the car and didn't even want to go to the hospital. She said she would report us if we took her, I doubt she would have done that and I would have done it anyway but you know, Vic and Warren weren't too keen on taking the risk. And then he called me so that they wouldn't take her to the hospital and they wouldn't call you or Maya."

Carina shakes her head as she and Amelia tuck you inside the machine, before exiting the room.

"You idiot, I don't care about the car. All I care about is that she's okay."

"I know Carina, I tried to reason with her and then...well, she had the fit. It will be fine Carina, she is a fighter. She will come back to you. She loves you too much to leave you."

Carina nods, chasing back tears as she looks at the monitors in front of her, waiting for the results of your CT scan.

The Italian gasps as she feels two powerful arms embrace her and hold her close.

"It will be okay love, Warren told me what happened. She will be fine, otherwise how could we give her a good telling off for how much she was considered?"

Maya kisses her wife's shoulder, also looking at the monitors despite not understanding anything written on them. They both sigh, looking at Amelia waiting for good news.

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When you open your eyes, for the second time that day, you realize you've fucked up again. The cold white walls of the hospital room you are in are proof of that. You try to move your head to the side, to look around, but a twinge in your neck puts you off. You recognize Maya's warm grip in your right hand and the Italian's wavy hair caressing your stomach as the latter sleeps peacefully.

You give the fireman's hand a squeeze and a gentle caress to the Italian's face. Carina wakes up, crinkling her eyes and looking at you surprised, happy and worried at the same time.

"Bella, how are you feeling? Are you okay? I'll call Amelia..."

Carina speaks frantically, not even realizing she is speaking in Italian, and as she reaches toward the button to call the nurses, to the right of your bed, you fuss her wrist, turning a smile to her.

"I'm fine and before you call anyone else I...I have to tell you how sorry I am Carina. I'm so fucking sorry. I know how much you cared about that car and I'm so sorry, I wanted to try to fix it before you knew it...although I don't know if it can be fixed and-"

Carina hears the beeping sound getting louder and louder; she turns to the monitors and when she sees how fast you are breathing and your heart rate, she knows you are having a panic attack.

"Bella, love, it's okay. It's okay love, I'm not mad. I don't care about a stupid car, Andrea will always stay in my heart; I care about you, Bella. The car will buy back but you worth more than anything, do you understand?"

You keep breathing fast; the throbbing pain in your head does not allow you to think clearly, and unfortunately, Carina's words come to you so muffled that they have no effect on you.

The chaos around you makes Maya suddenly wake up; it takes the blond firefighter a few seconds to figure out what is going on and to join his wife in trying to drag you out of the panic attack.

The blond climbs onto the bed, sitting right behind you and holding you in her arms despite you trying with all your might to free yourself. Carina, on the other hand, kneels in front of you, taking your hands in her own.

"It's okay love, it's okay. Breathe, listen to my heartbeat" Maya whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"Follow my breath Bella; that's it, good, keep it up."

In less than ten minutes, the incessant sound that resonated in the hospital room is replaced by a soft, steady BIP. Your chest hurts and you rub it hard, to ease your pain, before a hand forces you to stop.

"Hey, hey, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep this up. Do you want me to call a nurse to give you something?"

You nod, closing your eyes and waiting for the nurse to arrive. Carina reaches out to press the button before immediately returning to hold your hands. Maya continues to leave kisses on your neck and face as you continue to keep your eyes closed.

Contrary to what you expected, it is not a nurse who enters the room but Amelia.

"Hey rock star, you're awake. What's wrong? Do you have a headache? Dizziness?"

You nod, opening your eyes and looking into her eyes. A small smile ripples your lips as your best friend walks over to your bed and hugs you.

"You had me worried idiot."

The neurosurgeon pulls away from the hug before giving you a weak punch on your right arm.

"I'm sorry."

Amelia shakes her head as she sticks something into your IV.

"This is a painkiller, not too strong but it should ease your pain. Call me if there is any problem. I'll be back later to check how your head is; I know you have a hard head but it's always best to be cautious."

Before you can even insult her for the joke she just made, Amelia sneers her way out of the room.

"What an idiot," you shake your head, rolling your eyes. Your body begins to relax as the medication kicks in.

"So will you tell us why you didn't go to the hospital right away? You know how dangerous a head injury can be and you still decided to not go to the hospital right away. It was stupid and reckless and you can't, you CANNOT do that with your health. Ever again."

Maya looks at you sternly, with her ‘’Captain's look’’, as you and Carina call it.

"I'm sorry Maya, I know you are angry and I understand why but my only thought was only the car and the fact that I had destroyed one of the things Andrew had given Carina."

Maya holds you close and Carina joins your embrace.

"No physical thing or not, none, will ever be worth as much as your life y/n. And don't ever have a seizure over it again, am I clear? A car will never be worth as much as you are to you and me, ever. I don't care if I have to throw it away, I don't care if I have to buy another one. I care about you and your health so don't ever pull that crap again because if you had the crisis while you were alone, at home, after getting dropped off there, then it could have ended really badly and I, we, need you to understand that Bella."

Carina strokes your face gently; some tears line her face and you promptly wipe them away. Maya leaves a kiss on your cheek, holding you close.

"Car is right love, you really scared us today and when I think about the fact that we could have lost you I..." Maya shakes her head, her voice breaking and you turn to her, pulling her into a kiss.

"I'm sorry Maya, I'm so sorry I...I won't do it again."

You hug and hold each other tightly, you know you fucked up but now that Carina has calmed you down the relief you feel is priceless; therefore, you enjoy the embrace and that warmth you love so much as the medication slips you back into sleep.

Thank you so much for reading! Sorry, I know it is not the best so excuse me… I will try to improve. Have a great day!

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Stupido | A Station 19 fanfiction

A/N: A quick follow up to this fic. Requested by the travic ceo @travichughes! Be sure to check her blog out.

Warnings: All the Italian is from google translate so don’t come for me! Happy reading!

To say Carina is angry is an understatement.

When she first met her wife’s team, she could immediately tell that Travis Montgomery and Victoria Hughes were inseparable.

So, she never expected him to leave her out to dry.

Vic instantly became one of her favorite people. The youngest firefighter is a ball of sunshine, and her personality and humor sometimes reminds Carina of her stupid baby brother, who left her too soon. Seeing Vic so broken, so hurt…nearly shattered the Italian into two.

And, typically, her sadness grows into anger. This circumstance is no exception.

Maya contacted Chief Ross, letting her know that Vic and her would be taking the day off. The chief held a lot of sympathy for Vic, knowing how strongly the firefighter held her emotions. She also complimented Maya on how good of a friend she is, which surprised Maya.

However, Carina decided to go in, as it is a clinic day and she has patients. She held in her anger for Travis until he approached her.

“Hey Carina. Do you know where Vic is? I haven’t seen her since yesterday morning. I tried calling her but she hasn’t answered.”

Carina feels a bubble of anger, and doesn’t respond, but drags Travis into his bunk and shuts the door.

“Do you have any idea how much of a thick headed stronzo you are?! Mio dio, ti preoccupi solo adesso?!”

Travis is incredibly confused. First, he only understands half of what Carina just said to him, second, the last time he saw her this angry was last year when Jack ordered pineapple on pizza.

“What are you…” He begins, but is cut off by the raging doctor. “No, no, no, you do not speak. Only listen. You have been so caught up in this stupid mayor race and your new idiota boyfriend that you have completely left vic behind! How could you?” Carina rants.

“Carina I-.” Once again, Travis is cut off. “It is not my place to tell you what happened, but Victoria was on a tough call yesterday, she was so distraught that Maya and I found her sobbing in her bunk. Victoria Hughes, the most bright, beautiful ball of sunshine looked completely broken. Maya and I took her to our home, and she is still there with Maya.”

Travis sighs. “I know I’ve been shitty, and I’m sorry. I really am. But Carina, she’s everything to me. I can’t lose her.”

“You won’t, Travis. But, you’ve been a bad friend. You need to make it up to her, and promise you won’t leave her behind. I don’t doubt that she’ll forgive you for this, but still. Be her person, like you always have been.” Carina explains. Travis nods, thanking Carina before they both go back to work.

He has some serious apologies to make.

Vic snuggles closer to Maya, enjoying her warmth. Maya has always been so comfortable to cuddle with, and gives the best hugs. Despite how upset she was yesterday, Maya has been making her feel so much better.

“God, these reality tv shows are so lame.” Maya complains. “Yeah, but they make me feel better about my own life.” Vic laughs. Seeing how much of a mess these people are makes her feel like she’s doing pretty okay.

On the screen, a woman slaps her now ex-boyfriend, and Maya whoops. “DESERVED!” She yells. Vic giggles, shaking her head.

“Hey…you know I got you? Always, ok? I’ll always be here.” Maya reassures Vic. Vic nods. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Later on in the day, Vic hears a knock at the door to Maya and Carina’s apartment. “I’ll get it.” She murmurs to the two, and opens the door to see a guilty looking Travis.

“Hey…I know I’ve been really shitty lately, but can we talk?” He requests. Vic hesitantly nods. Maya and Carina quietly move to their room, giving the duo some space.

Travis takes Vic’s hand as they sit down. “I’m so sorry, Vic. I’ve been such an oblivious idiot that I forgot what’s most important to me. And that’s you.”

Vic feels tears pool in her eyes. “And I’m sorry that Theo has been being such a douche to you lately. It’s not fair, the way he is treating you.” Travis continues.

“Carina mentioned you had a rough call yesterday, and I just wanted to say I’m here. If you need to talk, cry, anything. I’m here.” He promises.

“Thank you, Trav. But you still have a lot of making up to do.” She tells him. Travis hugs her. “I know. Don’t you ever forget that you are my number one, ok? You’ll always be my number one.”

The duo continue to hug for a moment, before Vic pulls back. “I don’t know what to do about Theo. He’s been so busy being captain and has his head so far up his ass he might see god himself.”

Travis chuckles at the end of that sentence. “Look, Theo doesn’t deserve you. If he finds that his job is more important than you? Then let him, and leave him. He will eventually realize what he lost.”

“Thanks, Travis. I needed to hear that.” Vic murmurs. “And take it from someone who is man and attracted to them. They fucking suck sometimes.”

Vic laughs loudly at that. “Trust me, I know. If I could choose I would totally be attracted to women.”

They laugh for another moment before Travis sobers. “How can I start making it up to you?”

Vic grins, throwing her feet on Travis’ lap. “Foot rub!”

Travis rolls his eyes. “Fine. But only because I love you.”

“I love you too, dumbass.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Comments are appreciated! Please send any fic requests to my ask box :)

#station 19 #vic hughes #travis montgomery #maya bishop #carina deluca #travic #station 19 fanfiction #station 19 season 6

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wr1t3w1tm3 · 3 months

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Chapter One of a PotC Fic?

It's short, sweet, and sets up some things. It's also unedited. I just wanna get a couple reactions before I continue.

Working title is Scourge of Poseidon.

It begins with a dream. Filled to bursting with wonderful colors, swirling skirts and swishing petty coats. He finds himself along a coastal shoreline near midday, a bay below the cliff and a lighthouse atop it. He is close enough to see clearly a bride and groom in the midst of their ceremony, but not so close as to identify their countenance.

Then suddenly he is sitting ‘round a table, watching on as the groom dances with his mother and the bride dances with her father. The boy’s a spitting image of his mother, with mousy blonde hair tied back against the nape of his neck. The girls’ fine curls are done up in a crown and her father thumps along the cliff, his long, gray hair adorned with a wide brimmed hat topped by a large, garish feather.

And with a crash of thunder, the sky is dark, the wedding guests flee, and up the path from the lighthouse comes Davy Jones. The menacing man with a cephalopod head has his gaze set upon Elizabeth, dressing her for revenge.

He draws his sword, rushing to intercept the madman before he can reach his family. Henry grabs Carina and drags her with him, towards him. Elizabeth tries to surge past him, but she is unarmed and he forces her back with a stiff arm.

Then, with a flash of lighting, pain radiates from his chest. Thunder rolls and with it the pain, ripping through his torso. He forces himself to glance at his chest. His sword is embedded in it. Only once he’s fallen to his knee’s does he realize that Elizabeth is screaming his name. Begging him not to leave her. She cradles him against her bosom,so careful of the sword stuck in him like a pin cushion. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot force his mouth to form words. He cannot reassure his wailing wife or blubbering son that everything will (not) be alright.

Jones laughs, and the laugh morphs with the rain. It comes harder, and the voice grows higher, with a rasp and a deep accent Will wishes he didn’t recognize.

“A touch… a destiny!”

There’s a bang from the other room, and William Turner shoots up in bed with a startled yelp.

“Will? Good Heavens, are you alright?”

His hand is at his heart instinctively. He presses his palm flat against his chest, slowing his panting so he can feel the pulse in his palm. His fingers brush the scar carved to remove the blasted organ in the first place over twenty years ago. Though it’s healed, it will always remain, a reminder of the debt owed his ship. The Flying Dutchman.

Although, perhaps, it was a debt owed to it’s creator, the blasted goddess Calypso. It was her curse upon Davy Jones that, through a series of highly complex and rather laborious events, saved his life.

The shiver down his spine, whether from his thoughts or the morning chill, snaps him from those thoughts. He stood, and his nightclothes hung loose on his frame. The door to their room opened with a creak (one he reminded himself once more to fix) and his wife, Elizabeth, stepped inside. “Are you alright? You’ve slept awfully late?”

Will stretches, then yawns, glancing out the window. The sun has risen near fully over the bluff. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Elizabeth’s brow furrows “You didn’t budge when I tried. I figured I’d leave you to it.” His wife, the Pirate King of the Brethren Court, was a marvelous woman. She was beautiful, with hair that darkened as she aged and a strong face and piercing eyes. Piercing eyes that helped her hold the air of a pirate, a frighteningly good one at that. She was Pirate King for a reason, after all. And while that reason had been self serving on the behalf of Captain Jack Sparrow, pirate lord of the Caribbean, she had more than proven her metal, lead men in to battles and won.

As the poor, unfortunate soul who oft’ cleaned ship in the wake of these battles, he was keenly aware of her prowess with a cutlass and flintlock.

“Are they awake?” He queries, slipping a black long coat around his shoulders. Elizabeth opened the door, allowing him to peer out on the two youngins around the table.

“No, no,” a feminine voice scolded, “That’s not how you say it. It’s en vee-no veritas, not vine-o.”

Henry scoffs, a smile crossing his face “It’s not my fault!”

“Wha… of course it is! You were the one who wouldn’t sit still when your mother tried to teach you!”

“Well then, it’s her fault for teaching in such a boring manner.”

“I whole heartedly object to your classification of my teaching abilities!” Elizabeth slips past him, taking his hand and pulling him forward into their quant kitchen. Everything was hand made, done by the finest craftsmen on the seas, tribute to their king and prince. He remembers visibly the first time she actually go to show him this tribute. She’d never been able to do it justice with those tiny pictures in whiskey bottles.

“Would you have rather your father taught you latin?”

“Seeing as he taught you to sword fight, yes.” Henry ribs, glancing at his father with eyes, glittering with joyous tears.

Will chuckles, stepping out to join them, but his heart aches near as much as when it’d been run through. He’d longed to teach Henry to fight with a sword, one he’d make the boy of the finest metals and with all the love that filled his heart. Perhaps to match one he’d made for his mother and himself. Instead, he’d been chained to a ghastly ghost ship, his heart cut out to lead these dead men on Fiddler’s Green or the Locker. Not even he knew where they’d go, but after two decades, he’d gotten a knack for guessing.

“There’s bacon on the stove, and I can make more toast if you’d like,” Carina stood, taking a plate from the head of the table.

“That would be lovely” Will glances at Elizabeth, smiling brigher than the sun.

“Carina was up even before me.” She reveals with a shrug.

“I couldn’t sleep!” The girl calls, setting the plate before Will.

“Thank you, but I can’t imagine why,” he glances at Elizabeth, who smirks.

“Neither can I… unless the wind against your bedroom window has become bothersome again…”

“Mother! You know well as I you could hardly sleep last night!” Henry scolds.

Her smile falls into a more intrigued look, her arms crossed. “And as I said, I do wonder why?”

Will smiles “I barely slept on the eve of our wedding”

“The first or the second?”

“Honestly?” Will discards his silverware and leans back in his chair, “both”.

“Well, ours is on land, for starters,” Carina sets a plate of toast on the table. All four pieces are grabbed up, one per person. Henry draws Carina’s chair back as Elizabeth sits to Will’s left and Henry at the tables foot. “And there’s no government officials present.”

“Yes, they were terrible company” Elizabeth glances at Will, now midbite, who manages a nod and affirmative grunt.

Carina offers a little humph “And no pirates.” Elizabeth feigns offense, to which Carina quickly adds “Except the respectable ones.”

“I would hope I’m more than just respectable,” Elizabeth teases, rising to her full height and placing her hands on her hips. She declares with a delighted smile “I am their king after all.”

“And what was all this about not having politicians at our wedding?” Henry goads with a smile.

Will answers smoothly “The pirate king is neither a politician nor a pirate. She is your mother.”

Carina glances out the window, then hurriedly clears the table as she declares “Well, look at the time. We’d better get going. Don’t want to be late to our own wedding now, do we?”

“I suppose…” Henry gasps when Carina splashes water from the pail against his back. Giggling, she makes a break for the stairs, and Henry follows close behind with a murmured “get back here!”

Elizabeth chuckles, settling into her seat for just a moment more. She’d really rather wear trousers to the wedding, but of course, there was proper societable company coming, so she must at least present a front of normalcy, just as she’d done in the years of Will’s absence. Of course, there were rumors, a while mill of them. People murmured when she’d first settled in the lighthouse, purchased from what funds she’d salvaged from her father’s accounts and assets left unassailed by Cutler Beckett. And then she’d brought many a strange man to Port Royal, pirates by trade, craftsmen by necessity. They’d furnished her little light house, just in time for her to welcome her little prince, Henry William. The boy, no, man, who was to be wed that day.

She is roused from her thoughts by the distinct shing of a blade being withdrawn from it’s scabbard. She glances towards the door, where Will stands, his sword glinting in the candle and morning light.

The sword he’d drawn from it’s rack was the one he had originally crafted for then Commodore Norrington, folded steal, a handle enlain with gold filigree, and a tang near the full length of the blade. It was the same one he turned in with his commission, which Cutler Beckett took and presented the then Admiral. And Davy Jones took the damn thing and used it to run her beloved husband through. And the blasted Jack Sparrow had wrapped her Will’s hand round his broken sword and released it, felling the fowl heart of the devil.

Pirates, Jack Sparrow, most of all, had stolen so much from her. But what they’d taken, they’d given in equal measure.

She watches Will, first examine the blade, then running his thumb against it’s edge. It’s a simple test of sharpness. He then replaces the sword in it’s scabbard, and he brings it with him as he retreats to their bedroom. It alarms her, though she’s not quiet sure why, and she follows, calling after him.

“Yes?”

“Why do you need that?”

Will sets the sword on their bed, turning to her head on. The years had treated her well. Despite the darkening of her hair and a few wrinkles, she still looks the same as his last landfall. The years have caught up with him now that he is free. His hair is still dark, black in most lights, with crows feet at his eyes and a more or less permanent furrow in his brow. The same as Elizabeth’s.

“I figure, what, with it being a wedding, some propriety might be in order.”

He smiles. And when he smiles, there are lines on his cheeks, racing across his dimples. And even if he hates to admit it, there is a gray streak in that mop of hair, kept carefully hidden against his scalp.

Elizabeth smiles, and those same smile lines are there. Beautiful, just as she is. She dawdles up to him, leaning against his chest. He wraps his arms around her, arms still toned from years on the sea, strong arms that she still longs for. Twenty one years is far to long to be away from the love of your life. Far to long to keep their child holding out hope that his father will return. Far to long to excuse a missed visit because his father had been overtaken by his curse.

“You’re scared something’s going to happen at the wedding?”

A chill runs through his chest. Of course he is. His dream is still in the forefront of his mind. No, it won’t be Davy Jones, who he’d cast to his own locker (with help from Jack), but it would be someone. He’s sure of it.

Calypso’s words still ring around his head. “A touch… a touch… a touch!”

“Will?”

He sighs, opening his eyes. Elizabeth is right there, finally right there. Solid, against his chest. He can hold her, and he sighs, relieved. Even more than a year on. “I’m sure you remember our own wedding.”

Elizabeth chuckles. “How could I forget?”

“It’s just in case.” He assures.

“You won’t need it.” She whispers.

“It’s just in case.” He assures.

He’s more or less reassuring himself.

Just in case.

#pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean 6 #scourge of poseidon #will turner #elizabeth swann #willabeth #will x elizabeth #henry turner #carina smyth #carina barbossa #henry x carina #post canon?#alternate universe?#tumblr fanfic #ao3 fanfic #potc fanfiction #potc 6

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popchoc · 1 year

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for the prompts - 08 You and me, babe, how about it?- Marina (was this prompt inspired by the dire straits song romeo and juliette?👀)

Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca, Station 19

08: You And Me, Babe, How About It

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"Buon Natale," Carina beams happily, raising her glass.

Maya mirrors her gesture as well as her cheeky smile. "Merry Christmas," she toasts from the opposite side of the couch, her feet warm underneath Carina's. "Assuming I guessed that one right."

"You did," Carina chuckles, almost spilling her wine, before shaking her head in amusement. "I can't believe you still haven't mastered Italian, after all those lessons. Can you even form a sentence yet?"

"You know I can," Maya cries out, pulling an indignant face. "I'm singing Bella Ciao all the time, beginning to end!"

Her protest only makes Carina laugh harder. "That's because you learned it by heart - phonetically! Which, I admit, is very impressive. But do you have any idea what it's about?"

Maya shrugs - taking Carina by surprise as she already braced herself for Maya taking the bait. "I don't care what it's about," she simply says, "I just like the bella parts. They always remind me of you."

"Really?" Carina's face lights up, and not just by the dancing flames of the fire place. "That's so sweet. A bit weird, considering the other lines, but sweet." She stretches her arm until her hand finds Maya's resting on the back of the couch. "I actually have one of those, too. My own uhm... Maya song."

"You do?" Maya cocks her head, curious to find out more, then suddenly narrows her eyes. "Oh God, don't tell me it's Relight my Fire? Or Sex on Fire... or Girl on Fire... or..."

Snorting with laughter, Carina squeezes Maya's hand, making her stop listing at least two dozen more fire related songs. "Don't worry, it's nothing like that. It's Romeo and Juliet, actually."

"But that doesn't count," Maya sighs somewhat bummed, "That's just because you know how much I love that song."

Carina shakes her head again. "Uh-uh. It's way more than that."

Frowning even deeper now, Maya pulls her hand back to run her fingers through her hair, focusing hard as she recalls the song and its full lyrics. Carina keeps quiet, giving her a moment to work it out, and tries not to laugh again when she catches Maya mumbling the right line without realizing it.

"You don't remember, don't you?" she smiles, saving Maya from some rising frustration over this unexpected riddle.

"I'm afraid not," Maya admits, "But please tell me you don't think of us as this tragic or doomed..."

"Anything but," Carina winks, reaching out again and bopping her head. She doesn't need to say anything for Maya to understand. Swiftly moving towards her, Maya turns around and nestles herself in Carina's embrace.

"Alright, I tell you," Carina goes on when they are both settled and comfy. "It was the night before Christmas—"

"Carina!"

"Okay, okay, it wasn't," Carina laughs, "It was a few days after we met, the day you came looking for me at the hospital."

Maya shifts a little in her arms, mumbling, "I had to start somewhere."

Smiling at the memory, Carina nuzzles her nose in Maya's hair. "You did good. After all, you came over to ask me out. Which is where the song comes in. You still don't remember?"

"I don't," Maya grumbles, hiding behind her palms. "But something tells me it was really embarrassing." She looks up at Carina, slightly peeking through her fingers. "Be honest, did I say something stupid?"

"No, not stupid," Carina giggles, "More like... effective." She takes another sip of her wine, slow and leisurely, and puts her glass aside, deliberately stretching time a little more. "You told me you were thinking about going for another drink. And then you literally said: You and me, babe, how about it?"

"I did not!" If Maya wouldn't be trapped in Carina's tight hug, she would spring to her feet.

"You did!" Carina laughs, "I swear to God, you did!" She presses a kiss onto Maya's cheekbone, then whispers, "And I couldn’t be more glad. 'Cause look at us now!"

Maya opens her mouth, still not completely convinced, and far from ready to let go, but instead of some counter argument, a high-pitched scream falls of her lips as Carina suddenly moves away from behind her and just as easily manages to end up on top of her - captivating her by putting her hands at both sides of her head and locking their eyes.

"Smooth!" Maya grins, quickly catching her breath.

"You’re not the only one with some moves," Carina winks once more, before dipping her head to connect their lips. Their kiss is slow, full of promise, and when their eyes meet again Maya can tell she's up to something.

"It's the night before Christmas..." Carina hums quietly.

"It actually is," Maya titters in anticipation. "So what are you thinking?"

Carina kisses her again, then playfully wiggles her brows. "I'm thinking you and me, babe... how about it?"

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3k Celebration Prompts (closed)

#writing prompts #fanfiction #maya bishop #carina deluca #maya x carina #station 19 #thanks for this one #and yes: the line was def inspired by r&j #(love that song - the original as well as the cover by the killers)#i just didn't intend to actually use it as such #but now that it turned out you know it......#(and yes folks this is most likely the closest i ever get to writing a xmas fic 😉🤭)

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swan-of-sunrise · 1 year

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Endgame (Chapter Nine-Part I)

Summary: The Avengers face off against a past iteration of Thanos and his army for the fate of the entire universe.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for battle/combat violence

A/N: And here we’ve finally reached the Battle of Earth! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Nine (Part I) (Previous Chapter)

In her eighth grade English class, (Y/N) was assigned to write a report on A Sound of Thunder, a science-fiction short story written by Ray Bradbury that revolved around the dangers of traveling through time and humanity’s arrogance for thinking it could control its overwhelming power. Bradbury’s famed short story struck fourteen-year old (Y/N) with two thoughts after finishing it: that she was definitely sticking to writing historical-fiction novels when she grew up, and that she would never dabble in time travel if the opportunity ever arose in her lifetime. She was reminded of her naïve teenage promise as she rocked Carina in her arms and listened to Stephen’s brief but concise run-down of the situation they now found themselves in.

Back on Titan in 2018, the doctor utilized the Time Stone to foresee all the futures in which they’d win against the Mad Titan but he was only able to find one, one where half the universe would stay Vanished for five years until Scott Lang emerged from the Quantum Realm and inspired their time heist. Stephen foresaw everything, from Thanos’ death at the hands of Thor to the switch that 2014 Nebula made with her future counterpart on her adoptive father’s orders, and (Y/N)’s heart sank into her stomach when he told them how 2014 Nebula hijacked their Quantum Tunnel and brought Thanos and his entire army to their own timeline while the Avengers were preoccupied with the Infinity Stones. We were all so shocked by Natasha’s death that we didn’t even realize it wasn’t our Nebula, she silently lamented, anxiously biting her lip as the doctor explained how Thanos’ ship launched a surprise blitz on the entire Avengers Facility just after Bruce snapped his fingers and how he was currently preparing to deploy his entire army.

“The gauntlet containing all six Infinity Stones is still buried beneath the wreckage of the compound, but Thanos will send his forces after it while he battles the Avengers,” Stephen called out over his shoulder, his attention split between filling them in and summoning more portals to gather warriors from all five Wakandan tribes.

“Then we don’t have a moment to waste.” T’Challa turned to Okoye with a resolute expression on his face. “General, gather your Doras and begin readying the tribal warriors for our imminent attack; I shall join you in a moment to assist.” The general bowed her head in respect before hurrying to follow her king’s orders, and T’Challa turned his attention to Shuri. “Shuri, ready our pilots and see to it that every available aircraft is armed and operational…and, you might want to change your clothing, little sister. You can’t fight a battle dressed as though you’re visiting an American shopping mall.” Shuri ignored her older brother’s light teasing and fist-bumped the air in delight as she sprinted through the original portal leading into the palace, and T’Challa’s small grin faltered when he met Ramonda’s eyes. “Mother, I-”

The Queen Mother held up a placating hand and smiled. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk later, sithandwa sam. You are both the King of Wakanda and the Black Panther, T’Challa, and now is the time to show Thanos why that is.”

Nodding once, T’Challa gave his mother a brief hug and sprinted off to the field beyond the forest, and Stephen cleared his throat to get their attention. “I have to portal back to Titan; wait for my signal to know when it’s time to attack.”

“Wait, what signal?” (Y/N) exchanged an exasperated look with Sam when Stephen vanished through another sparking orange portal without answering. “Every single time I’ve encountered that doctor, he’s pissed me off one way or another.” Carina blew a loud raspberry and (Y/N) winced a little. “Sorry, Cari, but swearing’s a hard habit to kick.” She glanced up at Ramonda. “Your highness, do you mind-?”

“I’ll protect her, (Y/N), as if she were my own child.” The Queen Mother placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Bast ukukhusela wena. May Bast protect you, and may she guide you to victory on the battlefield.”

(Y/N) smiled in gratitude at Ramonda and glanced back down at Carina; out of the corner of her eye, she saw the older woman gesture for the others to give them a moment alone but her daughter’s soft cooing regained her attention. “I know that’s only been about an hour since you last saw your daddy and I, but for us it’s felt like an entire lifetime. And I know that you’re probably getting pretty tired of your parents leaving you to go and fight against gods and un-dead warriors and genetically-enhanced aliens, but it’s something we’ve got to do. You’re going to grow up in a better, safer world, lemon drop, and we’ll both be right there with you. But first, Mommy needs to go and help Daddy save the world again.” She pressed a soft kiss onto her daughter’s forehead and smiled. “Love you, Cari, more than anything.”

Placing the infant back into the floating pram, (Y/N) handed Ramonda the uru bracelet and her overnight bag, pausing only to retrieve the weapons she’d packed away, and she watched as the Queen Mother escorted her daughter through the swirling orange portal they’d entered through and disappeared from view. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the others, who were all preoccupied with looking over their weapons for the impending battle except Groot; the tree-like creature was anxiously twiddling his branched fingers and when he realized that she was staring, he perked up and moved closer to her. “I am Groot?” (Y/N) frowned in confusion and Groot lowered his hand to gesture for something knee-height. “I am Groot.”

“Oh, are you asking about Rocket?” She grinned triumphantly when Groot’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together in excitement. “Rocket’s fine; he’s back in New York with my husband and friends, and we’ll be seeing him pretty soon. He’s missed you a lot, so he’ll be very happy to see you again.”

Groot nodded. “I am Groot.”

“Talking to trees now, Booksmart?” Sam chuckled as he walked up to her and good-humoredly bumped her shoulder with his. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Besides understanding what trees say back to me? Well, I spent five years trying my damnedest to find a best friend as wonderful as you, and I failed spectacularly because…well, there’s only one Sam Wilson, after all.”

Sam’s smirk of amusement softened into a tender smile and his arm moved to wrap around her shoulders in a partial hug, squeezing her tight and providing her a sense of reassurance she hadn’t quite felt since the day she’d lost him. Before either of them could speak, a familiar voice called out through their comm links. “All right, it’s almost show-time. How’s everything looking on your end?”

“Um, i-it’s looking good, Doc.” A bewildered Sam exchanged a look with them. “How exactly are you doing…whatever this is?”

“…How do you think, Mr. Wilson?”

“Magic,” (Y/N), Bucky and Wanda replied at the same time, and Sam rolled his eyes at them.

“I cast a communication spell on everyone’s – and I do mean everyone’s – comm links; they’re fully synchronized now and trust me, you’re gonna be grateful that they are in a few seconds.”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully at the doctor’s words. “Ominous sort of man, this Doctor Strange.” Her eyes began to glow as she summoned her scarlet-hued energy into the palms of her hands. “Now, isn’t it about time we pay Thanos and his army a little visit?”

“I was just thinking the same thing, Miss Maximoff. Oh, and just for the record, this is the signal.”

Muttering under his breath about Stephen Strange being a smart-ass, Sam took a deep breath and brought a hand up to his comm link. “Hey, Cap, you read me?” There was no reply and in her mind, (Y/N) prayed that it was only stunned silence and nothing more concerning. “Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?” Past the trees and across the field where Wakanda’s forces had amassed, a new portal started forming into existence as Sam smiled to himself and added, “On your left.”

The portal expanded and (Y/N) watched T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye stride through to the other side; she reached behind her and unsheathed both of Natasha’s electrified batons from her uniform’s shoulder harness and twirled them around her hands once before tightening her hold on them. “After you, Birdbrain.”

“See you on the other side, Booksmart.” With a playful wink, Sam deployed his wings and sped off into the sky where he flew straight through the sparking portal.

More and more portals began to open as dozens of Wakandan Talon Fighters and Dragon Flyers took to the skies and another small portal burst into existence, this time directly in front of the foursome. Wanda wasted no time, her expression darkening with unreserved fury while she used her scarlet-hued powers to launch herself into the air fly through the portal; (Y/N), Bucky and Groot exchanged a silent look before following after her and as they took their first step onto the grounds of the Avengers Facility, she bit her lip to stifle her horrified gasp. The entire compound was gone, reduced to towering piles of ash, rubble and enormous pieces of debris; the sky above was darkened by thick black smoke and they stood in the center of a sizable crater, no doubt the result of Thanos’ surprise blitz attack on the Avengers Facility.

Thanos and his entire army stood at the opposite side of the crater. The Black Order, comprised of his so-called children, flanked either side of him and stretched out behind them were thousands of Chitauri troops, Sakaarian soldiers and snarling Outriders; the Sanctuary II hovered in the skies high above them, along with a dozen massive Leviathans and manned cruisers, while armed hover tanks and cybernetically-enhanced Chitauri Gorillas were scattered amongst their ground forces. It was an impressive army – infinitely larger than the ones present for the Battle of New York and the Battle of Wakanda combined – but all around (Y/N), a far more extraordinary assemblage was taking place.

Dozens of swirling orange portals were littered across their side of the crater and legions of heroes from across the galaxy poured out, ready to band together and face the greatest threat to their universe. Doctor Strange emerged from the nearest portal with Peter Parker and a trio who, judging by Groot’s enthusiastic reaction, were the Guardians of the Galaxy; T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye led the united army of Wakanda while M’Baku rallied his own Jabari warriors, their resounding chants of ‘Yibambe!’ echoing across the entire battlefield; Brunnhilde, dressed in her impressive Valkyrie armor and sitting astride a snow-white winged stallion, led her battalion of Asgardian Einherjar alongside Korg and Miek; Wong stood before a throng of sorcerers from Kamar-Taj, some brandishing bow-staffs and other weapons while others conjured orange magical shields; nearby, Hope Van Dyne seemed to appear from thin air and her eyes frantically searched their growing army for any sign of Scott; a sizable band of humans and aliens brandishing blasters emerged from another portal, and the flame-shaped patch on their jackets told (Y/N) that they were the faction of Ravagers allied to the Guardians; a figure donned in a silver-and-blue Iron Man suit landed hard on the jagged rock and raised their face-plate to reveal Pepper; a stunned Tony and a bloodied Thor, both dressed for battle in their respective armor, staggered to their feet and joined their ranks; a deafening rumble was followed by a super-sized Scott bursting out from beneath the smoldering ruins of the Avengers Facility, and the Giant-Man opened his fist to allow Bruce, Rhodes and Rocket to jump down. A rallying cry resounded throughout their troops and high above them all, Wakandan Talon Fighters and Dragon Flyers and Ravager spacecrafts hovered in midair as their pilots awaited their commands.

Finally tearing her eyes away from the inspiring assembly, (Y/N) looked out at the vast space between both armies to see Steve. The super-soldier stood alone, his Captain America uniform stained with blood and ash and his vibranium shield broken but still strapped to his arm, and the sight of her sweaty and blood-soaked husband brought tears to her eyes; Steve, understanding the overwhelming odds stacked against him, had selflessly and defiantly prepared to stand against Thanos and his entire army alone, knowingly sacrificing himself to try and keep the Mad Titan away from the Infinity Stones as long as he possibly could. When Steve’s reddened gaze finally found hers amongst the growing army, (Y/N) recognized the same fire in his eyes that she’d seen in his old photograph at the Smithsonian so long ago, and it was in that moment that she could feel herself falling in love with the super-soldier all over again.

In three long strides, Steve was standing before her, his ash-coated face was filled with apprehension and a hint of longing as his azure eyes searched hers. “Is Carina okay? Is she safe?”

“Carina’s fine, sweetheart, and she’s perfectly safe with Queen Ramonda,” (Y/N) quickly reassured him and smiled as he breathed a sigh of relief. “Now, let’s go get this son of a bitch and save the world again so we can finally be a family.”

The corner of Steve’s lips slowly curved up into a small smile. “Yes, ma’am.” They both turned to face Thanos and his imposing army, standing side-by-side as their friends, teammates and allies all lined up on either side of them and readied their weapons for battle. (Y/N)’s grip on the electrified batons tightened in anticipation and she spared a brief glance down at the red hourglass-shaped buckle fastened onto her belt; the sight of Natasha’s signature accessory calmed her nerves and imbued her with the strength she needed to stare head-on at the deadly horde across the crater. “Avengers!” Steve thrust his arm out and (Y/N)’s eyes widened in awe when Mjolnir flew straight into his open hand, and she made a mental note to ask him about the magical Asgardian weapon later as he commanded through gritted teeth, “Assemble.”

Thor’s bellowing battle cry was echoed by their vast army and they all charged forward as one, Steve leading the ground forces while Tony took to the sky and led their legion of flyers. Thanos leveled his double-edged sword in their direction and watched with cold indifference as his army charged past him, looking almost bored at the striking show of defiance before him, but his mild reaction only spurred them on. Both armies met at the center of the wide crater and clashed with a cacophony of sounds and with that, the Battle of Earth began.

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Thanks to Doctor Strange, Wong and the fifteen minutes they’d spent frantically gathering forces from across the entire galaxy, Thanos’ army was fairly evenly matched by theirs; however, it quickly became apparent to both armies which one of them was the most impassioned. The Avengers, Wakandans, Asgardians, Guardians, Ravagers and the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj all fought with a fiery passion that was wholly unmatched by the determination of the Black Order and the forces they commanded. A super-sized Scott punched a Leviathan to the ground and swatted aside a Chitauri cruiser while Peter swung from his arm and webbed the gun of a hover tank. The trio of T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye fought a troop of Outriders and nearby, Brunnhilde flew down on her winged horse and slashed at a roaring Chitauri Gorilla while M’Baku impaled it with his spear. Bruce, who’s right arm was badly burned from the newly-created Infinity Gauntlet and hanging limp at his side, snatched an attacking cruiser out of the sky and threw its commander across the battlefield, and both Korg and one of the more enthusiastic Guardians took on Cull Obsidian together. Overhead, Tony and Pepper fired their repulsors at Sakaarian ships and directly below the husband and wife, (Y/N) and Steve fought alongside one another; it was a deadly dance – with (Y/N) jamming her electrified batons into attackers and kicking them away and Steve slamming Mjolnir into his opponents and summoning bolts of vivid-blue lightening from the sky – but it was one that the husband and wife performed seamlessly together.

“You know, your new look is really kind of doing it for me!” (Y/N) spared Steve an appreciative glance as she blocked a Chitauri soldier’s strike and finished it off by ramming a baton into its neck.

Steve chuckled, throwing the hammer at another Chitauri soldier and upper-cutting a Sakaarian with his broken shield. “Not too shabby for a kid from Brooklyn, huh?” He thrust his open hand out and his helmeted head cocked to the side in confusion when Stormbreaker flew into his hand instead.

“No, no, give me that!” Thor called out from across the small clearing and they both looked over to see the Asgardian waving Mjolnir above his head. “You get the little one!”

Both men exchanged weapons and as Thor flew off towards the nearest hover tank, (Y/N) flexed her extended wrist and watched a charging Outrider drop to the ground, entirely encased in red electricity emanating from the Widow Bite fused to its neck. “Hey, (Y/L/N), how much for the fancy bracelets?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and continued to fight without glancing over at the nearby raccoon. “They’re not for sale, Rocket.”

“What about the batons?”

Kneeling atop a sizable chunk of concrete, Bucky fired his gun and managed to spare (Y/N) a brief smile in between shots. “You’ve got some weird friends, doll.”

“Not exactly the adjective I’d use, Mr. Stares-A-Lot,” Sam interjected as he flew overhead. “I was thinking something like handsome, funny, or devilishly charming. Or hell, why not all three?”

“…Yeah, I stand by my original statement, Pigeon-Wings.”

Steve shook his head in mild exasperation and summoned a bolt of lightning to destroy a diving cruiser. “Your best friend and my best friend really need to learn how to get along.”

The two of them continued to fight alongside one another, careful not to accidentally become separated as they battled Sakaarian troops, Chitauri soldiers and snarling Outriders. (Y/N) was busy firing a deadly Widow Bite at a charging Outrider and Steve was disarming a Chitauri soldier when Clint’s panicked voice rang through their comm links. “Cap! What do you want me to do with this damn thing?”

(Y/N) kicked a defeated Sakaarian away and frantically scanned the chaotic battlefield around her, eyes widening when she finally spotted the archer sprinting through the pandemonium with the Infinity Gauntlet clutched tight in his arm. “Oh shit.”

“Get those stones as far away as possible!” Steve shouted into his comm, holding an Outrider at bay with his broken shield and summoning Mjolnir to finish it off before tossing its carcass aside.

“No!” Bruce batted the Outrider’s corpse away with his good arm and vehemently shook his head. “We need to get them back where they came from!”

Tony’s voice suddenly crackled through their comms as he blew up a hover tank nearby. “No way to get them back; Thanos destroyed the Quantum Tunnel.”

“Hold on!” In the distance, Scott shrank down and vanished from view before continuing. “That wasn’t our only time machine.”

The familiar notes of ‘La Cucaracha’ suddenly played throughout the battlefield and after exchanging matching looks of surprise, (Y/N) and Steve scaled a mound of debris to look out at the sprawling, wreckage-filled crater spread out before them. “Anyone see an ugly brown van out there?”

“Yes!” Brunnhilde’s voice replied through their comms. “But you’re not gonna like where it’s parked!”

Steve cursed under his breath and pointed with Mjolnir towards the far end of the crater; Scott’s van and their original Quantum Tunnel was located well behind enemy lines, completely surrounded by transport ships and hordes of Outriders, and the darkened sky above was populated by Chitauri-manned cruisers and Sakaarian gunships. (Y/N) frowned and her brow knit in worry as she considered their new mission; keeping the stones away from Thanos long enough for Scott to prepare the Quantum Tunnel and return them to their original timelines wouldn’t be easy, even with their impassioned forces to assist them, but certainly not impossible. All we have to do is hold onto our hope, (Y/N) thought with silent determination as she recalled the advice Natasha had given her in her final message.

“Scott, how long you need to get that thing working?”

“Um, maybe ten minutes.”

Steve’s jaw tightened with anticipation as he ordered, “Get it started, we’ll get the stones to you.”

“We’re on it, Cap.”

Recognizing Hope Van Dyne’s voice from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s old video logs from Pym Technologies, (Y/N) smiled thinly and secured her batons together before bringing a hand up to her comm link. “Good luck, you guys.”

Steve moved to stand in front of her, his expression filled with firm resolve as he leaned down to meet her gaze. “Clint’s never gonna get that gauntlet to the Quantum Tunnel by himself, and Scott and Hope can’t prep the van and clear the area at the same time.”

“Then I’ll go help Clint while you work on clearing the area.” Although wary of splitting up, (Y/N) knew that between the two of them, Steve was better equipped to take on the swarm surrounding the broken-down van while she could be of more use getting the gauntlet to Scott and Hope. Judging by the look in his azure eyes, Steve knew it too and after a wordless nod, he ducked down and captured her lips in a brief but bruising kiss that she was quick to return. “Stay safe, sweetheart,” (Y/N) breathlessly pleaded when they separated. “Whatever it takes.”

“You too, sunshine. Whatever it takes.” Her husband pressed another firm kiss onto her lips and took a reassuring breath before turning and sprinting off into the fray.

Taking a reassuring breath of her own, (Y/N) wrenched her connected batons apart and took off in the direction she’d last seen the archer, doing her best to ignore the foreboding feeling slowly taking shape in the pit of her stomach as she ran.

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Xhosa Translations: Sithandwa sam-My darling Bast ukukhusela wena-May Bast protect you Yibambe!-Hold fast!

A/N: Stay tuned for next chapter’s thrilling conclusion to the Battle of Earth, and bring lots of tissues! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5L6MERx3PIydW3FyNPqYvl?si=ad6c46de8e954c11

Chapter Nine-Part II

“Endgame” Masterlist

Tagging: @mrs-obrien @lahoete @awkward117 @cminr @natdrunk @momc95 @savedbystyle @miraculouscloud @awkwardnesshabitat @marinettepotterandplagg @mangosandmimosas @supersouthy @benakenalove @brooke0297 @hufflepeople @becausewelie @outoftheregular @junipermurdock @ladydmalfoy @mads-weasley @username23345 @crist1216 @capswife @lilmschild @avngrsinitiative @crowleysqueenofhell @y-napotat @mary1raven @groovy-lady @ljej95 @innersublimefury @prettysbliss

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(alycia debnam-carey) [THE RETICENT]. Please welcome [CARINA WINTERS (SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [33]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [NURSE AT HUNTSVILLE CLINIC]. They are looking for [CHRIS WINTERS] their [BROTHER] Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive

BASICS

NAME: Carina Winters AGE: 33 BIRTHDATE: July 24th SIGN: Leo GENDER: demi woman ORIENTATION: demi sexual OCCUPATION: Nurse LOCATION: Huntsville LABEL : The Reticent **more likely a hunter than a gatherer**

PHYSICAL

HAIR: dirty blonde with highlights EYES: green HEIGHT: 5’7″ MARKINGS: tba

FAMILY

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single SIBLINGS: chrisopher winters, ciara winters, charlotte winters

SKILLS

PHYSICAL PROWESS: fits, and in shape, likes going on runs to keep herself focused. ABILITIES: She is skillful with her hands, and hands on in general. she works out, kick boxes, she knows how to defend herself. she likes a bit of adventure, so she tries new things. Parkour even. very intelligent. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, italian, spanish, latin HOBBIES: likes to sneak out for fun, she is a bit of a risk taker, and pushes herself to test her limits.

TRAITS

POSITIVE: fierce, adaptive, self sufficient, brave, confident, outspoken NEGATIVE: nonchalant, blunt, reckless, no self control, overprotective MBTI: ESTP-A MORAL ALLIGNMENT: Neutral good FOUR TEMPERMENT TEST: Choleric

PREFERENCES

COLORS: dark black, or dark red, a few colors of dark blue and white. SMELLS: the fresh cut of grass, rain, wood burning. she enjoys the smell of cinnamon, nutmeg, anything that reminds her of the fall. DRINKS: Tequila FOOD: seafood, steak, pasta, pizza, soups, she doesn’t like olives, onions, or mustard.

OTHER

FUN FACTS: she can be kind and open to others when she wants to be. it is mostly a defense mechanism that she appears tough on the outside. she trains a lot to keep herself in shape.

CHARACTERS:

Buffy the vampire slayer : Buffy Gossip Girl: Blair Waldorf Stranger Things : Eleven Twilight: Rosalie Hale

FEARS: to be alone TRIGGERS : n/a

BIO - tw mentions of loss and death

Life as she knew it, her situation wasn’t the worse, at least not until now. Looking at the world, seeing it change from 10 years ago. it was a joke. a nightmare, the end of the world....... if someone would have told her where she would end up, she would have said “take me away.” who can prepare themselves for this. new world.....

Growing up carina didn’t have luxuries, or a safe place to run to in Texas, sure she had her siblings, but even then so. she never really felt like she belonged. she was a troubled child, the focus seemed to be centered on the younger siblings and it wasn't like she was jealous. perhaps she wanted that love for herself as well. did she throw a couple of tantrums every now and then, sure. however, what is she to do? what does a child do when attention isn't on them, they act out, they begin to do things that put attention on them. Ever since she was a little girl, she felt out of place, like she was having an out of body experience watching her family day by day.

although she was a fighter and liked to cause scenes, she would do just about anything for her family. She would face the bullies, or confront anyone that had a problem with the Winters. Trust does not come easily for carina. she had decided to move out of Texas after she graduated high school, she wanted to go her separate way. she oddly enough decided to choose a career of nursing, went down to Tennessee and studied there.

She worked a few jobs while paying for school and met someone who later became her best friend. they stayed friends for over 5 years. One spring break weekend they decided to go on a road trip. she planned on confessing her feelings to her best friend. However, their car broke down upon entering Huntsville. unaware of what happens at night, Carina witnessed the death of her best friend, barely making it to a safe place before the monster could kill her too. That took place a few months ago, and now stuck in Huntsville.

since her friend had passed, it closed Carina up to anyone, fearing the closeness, and loss of her friend. She has no idea her siblings are here as well.

PERSONALITY

her life and the changed hardened her, . the chaos that ensued tends to make one rethink about life, and what the world had come to. she appears tough, collected, and at times a bit harsh. however there is a part of her that is afraid to care, to have an attachment to another person.

CONNECTIONS

Save me - best friend OPEN (x-inspo) : the person that she eventually allowed to get to know who she is, and she would do anything for this person. In passing OPEN (x-inspo): she met your muse when she was traveling and you became someone they kept in mind, possibly someone she may have saved. she could be scared to grow close to this person, because that means feeling. Ice cold OPEN (x-inspo): perhaps your muse just doesn’t like her, and she’s okay with that. rivals or enemies to lovers, who knows. good, cliff diving, bike trips, parties, you’re muse finds her there and can’t help but be intrigued. Can you hear me? OPEN (x - inspo): your muse finds peace or even calmness when carina is there to listen, yet you can’t help but wonder if she too has a past that shares the same pain, or obstacles.

more to add later!!

#huntsville intro #intro #intro: carina #tw mentions of loss and death

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jmflowers · 1 year

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prompt #12: I just needed to remind myself that good parents foster healthy sibling bonds (and us siblings are so lucky to be the recipients of that love and care)

October 2025

It’s whimpers that startle her awake; the beginning mewls of a half-cry that isn’t yet a fully formed wail. She’s grown accustomed to the sound in the month since they brought Beatrice home, to the way every tiny breath, every smack of little lips, every gasp can pull her from sleep.

Carina sighs, stretching slowly as her brain rouses from the impromptu mid-afternoon nap. The duvet is warm beneath her, the sun only just shifted past the bedroom window, and the comfort of the heat drags at the edges of her mind, urging her back towards the sorely needed rest.

Maya had slipped out, though, after putting Andrea down for his own nap – gone to get some groceries and a bit of fresh air – and Carina isn’t sure if she’s returned yet. Isn’t sure if the huffs through the monitor will make Maya appear in the bedroom doorway.

It’s better, she knows, to tend to Beatrice before she’s loud enough to disturb Andrea. Convincing her body seems to be another matter, though.

“S’okay, Bea,” a little voice whispers before she can move, “Shh.”

Beatrice whines softly in response. The familiar pop of her puckered lips parting comes a second later, her mouth obviously opening and closing the way it does when she’s hungry.

“No cry,” Andrea murmurs.

He’s holding a soother up against the mesh of the bassinette when Carina manages to open her eyes, offering it as though he thinks his baby sister might reach out and take it from him. He’s not tall enough, yet, to peer over the edge to see her, but his voice seems to be soothing her, the whimpers softening.

“S’okay,” he repeats, “No cry.”

The tears well as they always do, prickling in the back of Carina’s throat as her eyes fill and the first one spills over onto her cheek. She wipes at it, sucking in a breath that draws Andrea’s attention.

He turns and his face breaks into a wide grin. “Hi, Mama,” he greets, “Bea cry.”

“I know,” Carina says, holding out her hand to coax him to her side, “Are you helping her?”

Andrea nods, walking slowly towards the bed. He rests heavily against the mattress, setting his head alongside Carina’s so she can press a kiss into his curls.

“You’re a good big brother,” she whispers, her fingers tracing a familiar path down the side of his cheek, “You’re kind and you’re smart and you’re helpful.”

He nods again, shifting closer, seeking out the physical comfort of her touch as he has been since they brought his baby sister home. It’ll be a short-lived, Carina’s sure, this snuggly version of their little boy, but she treasures it while he’ll let her. Treasures the press of his weight against herself, the lean of his body as he adjusts to the new life they’ve bestowed upon him.

“I’m so proud of you,” she promises, feeling the emotion roll itself into a ball in her throat. Another tear escapes, dribbling down her face and off her chin into his hair.

He jolts at the sensation, lifting his head up quickly to look at her. His eyebrows furrow together as they do now when he thinks, the skin between his eyes wrinkling ever so slightly. And it’s so reminiscent of an expression Maya makes that the next tear escapes alongside a little sob, whatever semblance of a hold on her emotions Carina had been managing crumbling away in an instant.

“Mama cry?” he asks, concerned. He lifts a hand to her cheek, patting gently at the wetness.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, pulling his hand to her lips to kiss his palm, “But happy crying.”

“Happy,” he echoes.

And she is – happier than she ever thought she could be.

#this isn't long enough to go in hygge and I'm not sure what else I could add to it #so it can live here for the time being at least #family time is so draining and I needed some hygge comfort to process it #prompt party #(but really its barely that at this point)#minefic #maya x carina fic #carina x maya fic #hygge universe #station 19 fic #station 19 fanfiction #yes it's maya and carina #auntie nell says: please encourage your children to bond!

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alena209 · 8 months

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(THIS IS A PART OF MY YOUTUBE BIRTHDAY FESTIVAL, CHECK OUT MY YOUTUBE COMMUNITY POSTS FOR MORE INFORMATION)

The festival started just today! The first thing here is the fanart contest:

⭐Birthday fanart contest: It lasts 2 weeks, from August 20 to September 10th. (Some things are changed, the deadline may be extended to September 17th/24th)

⭕1. General information:

▪️ - the maximum amount of participants is 25 participants. (The number has decreased)

▫️ - You can do Images, videos, gifs and animations. (Text is excluded)

▪️ - Fanart will be out of my characters (example. Arina) and other characters that I drew in my artstyle (example. Ren and Stimpy)

▫️- You can do both Traditional and Digital art, regardless of materials or programs

▪️ - Edits out of my characters are allowed (as long as it's not offensive)

▫️- Any artstyle is allowed, even the original versions of the characters that I drew in my artstyle can be drawn, as long as you draw my version of them too (atleast 1 headshot is required, in my artstyle and/or in any artstyle)

▪️- The winners will be revealed at the end of the contest, it will be reminded again in the ultimate birthday stream.

⭕2. Characters you can do fanart out of for the contest:

- Characters from my manga, "And Eva, And Eva": Arina, Khava, Eva, Kanako Kajikawa etc. (See the "And Eva, And Eva wiki to see their designs. This topic is the one I mainly want to see, but, it's not necessary to include them and the things listed lower in section 2 is also allowed)

( https://and-eva-and-eva.fandom.com/wiki/A_page_about_your_topic )

- All of the cookie run ocs that i remade: most of Ruby Choco Cookie's cookie ocs, my cookie ocs or official cookies.

- Characters from "Ren and Stimpy" (gross-out is restricted)

- Other characters I drew in the past (Parina and Carina, Fire Caramel)

⭕3. Rules of the contest:

1. No taboo topics: No depictions of Nudity, Gross-out, Bodily fluids, Gore, Abuse, Racism, General Bigotry etc. (With some acceptions)

2. Do not Trace. Do not steal: As the name implies, don't trace and/or steal from other artists

3. Don't make anything off topic: self explainable.

4. You can publish only up to 3 pieces of fanart

5. No NSFW: as mentioned earlier in rule 1, no Nudity or anything else that is considered NSFW or NSFL. (Not safe for life)

6. Post the fanart under the hashtags #Arifest , #Arinafest and #Alenafest

⭕4. Winners

1st place - gets to have a drawing of one of their ocs next to one of the "And Eva, And Eva" characters of their choice

2nd place - gets to have an honor post with a profile picture of their oc and one of an "And Eva, And Eva" Character of their choice

3rd place - gets to have an honor post along with 2nd place and a little drawing of their oc and one of an "And Eva, And Eva" Character of their choice

4th-12th place - an honour post along with 2nd and 3rd place and a headshot of their oc of their choice

13th and lower - a seperate honour post about their participation

▫️ - Once it begins, begin creating what's required!⭐

▫️List of participants:▫️

1. @RubyChocoCookie 💜

2. @pineapplejuicecookie 💜

3. RainbowCutieYT 💜

4. ._cina_. 💜

5. HoneyMoney6139 💜

6. Heynicoly 💜

All users mentioned above are from YouTube

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Status as stated in hearts:

💜 - has made fanart

💞 - has made 2-3 pieces of fanart

💔 - has entered the contest, but, hasn't made fanart yet

🤍 - blank

🖤 - kicked out of the contest due to breaking the rules (check section 3 for more information)

💙 - will possibly make fanart

#art #fanart #art contest

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romerona · 1 year

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Chapter 11: The beginning of the end.

-In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker.-

Masterlist.

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Carina had a few crushes in her life, two to be exact, her first crush was when she was six, a boy called Isaiah Mcdougal, he was a lot older than her, he was fifteen if she recalls correctly, he had the most beautiful olive skin, and hazel colour eyes that reminded her of the colour of her favourite tea, she always watched him from afar, it was a little bit stalkerish but at the time Carina didn't though so.

He was the son of a woman who came for guidance, her husband had abandoned them and she needed to find herself again, Isaiah needed guidance too because apparently he was going down a wrong path, whatever that meant.

He was nice, truly, and although Carina was shy and hardly spoke to him, whenever they did share a few words he was always nice to her,- polite more than anything now that she thinks about it- then a day of august the two left, having found their path again which was not in the mystic arts, it was sad but Carina was glad they found what they were looking for.

Her second crush was a bit odder, something she didn't expect but she couldn't help but fancy, Kovu from The Lion King 2. Carina didn't know what possessed her for her to find an animated Lion attractive, but she did, maybe it was the dark mane or the charming green eyes, but what carina truly consider very attractive was his personality, something about it was just so intriguing and enticing to her, and his story with Kiara, his character development, it made her heart fluttered at the thought of a boy like that.

She thought the lion was the end of it. But it seems she had something for animated personalities.

Now, she had to add Milo James Thatch to the list, the geeky, lanky boy from Atlantis: The lost Empire. He was so endearing, so soft-spoken yet determined, awkward to a fault, imaginative, full of peculiar ideas, a bit of a loner, although he is delighted to share his knowledge with the others, so loyal and nerdy. Carina found she liked that very much, she liked him very much.

By the time the movie had ended, Carina realized she had developed a crush when she felt disappointed she wasn't going to see his brown eyes behind those round spectacles anymore.

Currently, she was following behind the group of kids who were watching the movie with her to the east courtyard where most of the adults were drinking their night away, but most importantly where the sweet table was. It was a quick walk, thankfully. Grabbing a few chocolate cover strawberries and a cup of chocolate milk she leaned against a pillar to observe the courtyard, as she had nothing better to do and still did not want to go to bed.

The courtyard looked as it always did on the full moon parties, the levitating candles that were burning around the courtyard illuminating the space along with the fairy lights that stretched from one side of the roof to another and around trees, the sound of the drums echoing around the area, over the chatting people, most adults with a drink on their hands, some already stumbling, others happily chatting with their friends or opening a portal to wherever is it that they're going, overall having a good time, which is exactly what the full moon parties are actually about despite of what the masters say.

But Carina couldn't enjoy it, she felt there was something on the back of her head that didn't let her be, a nagging feeling, a dull pain on her chest, like an itch she couldn't reach because it was under her skin.

"What's with the long face?"

Snapping her head to the side, she was met with Stephen Strange, the new and improved Stephen Strange, he had cut his beard and hair a few days ago and Carina still couldn't believe the difference between now and then, he looked decent now, expensive, if she could use that word to describe him.

Carina frowned, looking up at him, "What long face?"

"The one you have," Stephen said, his eyes set ahead, gazing at the people while holding a cup of ale in one of his hands. "Was the movie that bad?"

"I actually really enjoyed it, it was rather interesting." Carina huffs, after taking a strawberry she offered Stephen some. He looked down at the plate and grabbed one. "And I do not have a long face."

"Maybe you haven't noticed it but you do." He mumbled with a shrug, taking a bite of the strawberry.

Carina pursed her lips, she was still a bit gutted about Milo James but she didn't think it was that bad to have a sour look, or maybe it's not that but rather the dull pain on her head, regardless she wasn't going to admit either of them.

"I do not," She scoffs stubbornly, sending him a quick annoyed look, "Anyways, how are you enjoying the evening?"

Stephen shrugged, taking a sip of his ale. "I can see why people enjoy the beer so much, and this evening it's going better than my afternoon, so, I'll say I'm enjoying it."

"What happen this afternoon?" Carina questions, always the nosey one.

"Wong didn't let me borrow the books of Astral Projection." He grunts sourly, and by the look on his face, Carina could tell he was still annoyed. "He said I'm not ready."

"Maybe you're not." Carina couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at the annoyingly impatient glare he was giving her. "Wong knows best, he is one of the best sorcerers in here, the third best just behind the Supreme and Mordo, I reckon."

Stephen purses his lips, eyes glimmering with frustration. "I thought I prove myself already, and I am ready. I already read all I had to about spell casting, the next is Astral Projection. I refused to pause now, I can't."

Carina regarded him, he was admirable yet terribly stubborn and agitated to do things quickly, that is something she knew since she first meet him, but she could tell something has change in him, he was less rigid, more open to his spirit. He finally listen to what the Ancient One had been telling him and open his eyes and let go of his seldom.

"He doesn't even know who Beyonce is," Stephen continues to ramble, grabbing another strawberry from her plate mindlessly. "Who doesn't know Beyonce? It's like not knowing who the Avengers are."

Carina snickers softly knowing that Beyonce is one of Wong's favourite artists, along with Rihanna, J. Cole and BTS but just like his love for awful jokes, his music taste is a secret only a few chosen ones know about. "He's just reserved when it comes to his likes."

"Yeah, I gathered that already, and where is he anyways?" Stephen asks, eyes roaming the people while Carina holds her cup of chocolate milk to her lips.

But before she could take a sip, someone nudge her hard from behind making her stumbled a little and the milk to splash on her chin and clothes.

"Oops, I'm so sorry Miss Agamotto, I didn't see you there," Hanna said with obvious fake remorse.

Carina looked back at her as she walked away, giggling with Eloise and her other friends.

"I still don't understand why don't you say anything to them, or the Ancient One for that matter." Said Stephen, who was glaring at the back of the girl's heads.

"You know me, I don't want to create more problems." Carina sighs, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Oh, come on, Carina." Stephen huffs, opening a portal to the sweet table and grabbing a napkin. "For how long have they been harassing you?"

"Does it matter?" Carina was impressed by how quickly his ability of portal opening improved in the past days, her eyes narrowing in thought as an idea formed in her mind while taking the napkin Stephen was handing her.

"It does, why do they bother you thought?" He asks, glancing down at her with a confused look.

Carina shrugged, trying to dry her chocolate stained robes with the napkin. "Agamotto is a horrible name to live up to, and they just like to make sure I know how terrible I am at doing so."

Stephens's lips fell into a tin line, an emotion flickers through his features, "Why aren't you allowed to learn magic with the other kids?"

"All I know is that I am the last legacy of the most powerful family of sorcerers, Stephen," Carina told him, trying to sound as indifferent as she could, trying to sound as if she hadn't spent nights laying awake on her bed over that fact. "My magic is quite different from yours or anyone on this temple, I'm... special and my time to learn will come but it's not now,"

Or at least that's what the Ancient One always tells her.

"That makes sense, I guess, I read about your family the other day–," Stephen says, once again looking ahead.

"All the overachievers Agamottos," Carina mumbles, recalling what she had read about her family too, there was a whole book about them.

Each Agamotto accomplished something historic in their own way, something that changed the Mystic Arts drastically, it could be a spell, a form of casting, a newly discovered dimension, a book, a won battle, an artefact, all of it worthy of praise and respect.

'The Agamottos are fated to greatness' was one of the most prominent lines of the book, almost like the motto of the family.

"If you are anything like them, I'm sure you'd become the best sorcerer around," Stephen said, nudging her arm. "Only behind me, that is."

Carina scoffs a laugh, if you're anything like them, that's quite the burden. "You sure have a way with words, Stephen."

"I try." Said Stephen with faux petulancy, a familiar smirk on his face. "And I think they are jealous, those girls,"

"Of what?" Carina asks, frowning hardly believing she had anything people ought to be jealous about.

"Because despite it all, you are still an Agamotto, the best there is, it's bound to bring envy from people."

Carina hums, lips pursing in thought. Envy over a name? That's stupid. "I take it you've experienced envious people before?"

"A few, I am the best neurosurgeon in America after all," Stephen told her, a soft proud smile on his face before it went away. "Or was, for that matter, now I am in a temple learning about Mystic Arts or trying to but Wong won't give me the books I need-- wait," He turned to Carina in question. "You won't be able to get them for me, would you? You get them for you and then you handed them to me?"

Carina laughs softly, shaking her head. "Last time I let you borrow a book from me, Wong banned me from getting any books, I can't risk it."

"Right." Stephens sighs defeatedly, looking away.

"But I can give you an idea..." Carina trails off, making Stephen glance at her.

"What?"

Carina looked around, making sure no one was at earshot and motioned Stephen to lean down to her level. "You didn't hear this from me, okay? Because you'll be breaking the rules."

"Sure." Stephen rolled his eyes, unamused.

"Now that you can open portals, you can use that to... get things quickly and without much effort, if you understand what I'm talking about," Carina whispered, eyes gazing over the courtyard, before sending Stephen a pointed look.

It took him a second but when his eyes shinned with realization, Carina knew he had understood what she had told him, he grinned at her nodding his head once as he straightened up back to his height.

"Understood."

"But be quiet, find a time Wong's distracted." She told him, a yawn ripping out of her, alarming her that she needed to sleep.

"When he's distracted with what? He doesn't seem to like anything." Stephen scoffs, crossing his arms.

"He sometimes likes to listen to his cassettes, when it's a slow day or night, maybe he's doing it now," She told him, leaving her plate and cup on an empty table, "I'm going to bed now, good luck."

"Yeah, thanks," Stephen said, sending her a quick dismissive wave.

"And remember not to tell anyone or we're both going down."

"Yeah, yeah, I understood it after the first time you told me that, just go to sleep."

"Fine, have a good night then, Mr knows it all," Carina said, walking away to her bedroom, hoping with all her soul that it'll be a whisper-less night.

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It wasn't, if anything it became worse.

As the days pass, the whispers turn louder, it was almost as if they were whispering next to her. Carina still didn't understand what they were saying, no matter how much attention she put into comprehending them, nothing was clear.

She couldn't sleep, the nagging on her head had turned into a sharp, painful throbbing, which was gradually getting worst.

It was making her crazy.

And it sure was showing, for Stephen had come up to her one evening and asked her if she was sick but not after complaining to her that Wong snitched on him, and that the Ancient One had taught him to open a portal to the mirror Dimension. She gave him a quick congratulations and made sure to tell him that she had been sleeping later than normal, he seemed reluctant to believe her, but at the time he seemed to do so.

Carina made a point to avoid him, Wong and the Ancient One in fear of questioning, because as the nights pass the bags under her eyes became darker than usual and she knew it was matter of time before they notice it.

There were nights when she had cried from exhaustion, rapping her pillow around her head, in hopes for the whispers to leave her alone, but all futile, of course.

Carina should tell the Ancient One, she knows, but she had trouble doing so, always chickening out at the last minute, not wanting to feel like a burden or fear judgement from her, although Carina knows she won't be judged, but that was an irrational fear of her, one that's keeping her from telling the sorcerer or anyone else.

So, instead of telling anyone, Carina decided to take matters into her own hands, because she could handle it. It was vexing, painfully so, but she knew could handle it alone. She had handled things in her own life before, this shouldn't be any different, it was just a small inconvenience, nothing a bit of meditation can't solve.

I am in control.

Carina repeated that mantra over and over, day and night, there were days when she missed breakfast, lunch or dinner to meditate, but no matter how many times she did it, meditation didn't do much. The whispers had progressively gone from a few hours at night to hear them a few times during the day.

"Little star?" The Ancient One's voice cut through Carina's train of thought as she was walking back to her room making her halt in her steps.

Carina grimaced, she had been successful to avoid the Sorcerer in the past days but she knew the Supreme would came to her eventually, she just has hope that when the time came whatever was happening stop.

"Yes?" Carina mumbled as she turn to face the woman, keeping her gaze down.

The supreme walked in front of her, Carina could feel the burning gaze on the top of her head but she still didn't look up. "It's dinner time, I heard they were serving Coconut Curry, I know how much you like it."

"I-I'm not hungry at the moment," She turn her attention to her shoes, although coconut curry sounded divine at the moment, Carina didn't feel like being around people.

"That's new," The Ancient one hummed, tilting her head down to catch her gaze but Carina still didn't meet her eyes. "You never turned down Coconut Curry before..."

Carina shrugged, a hand on her necklace, feeling slightly irritated. "I'm just not hungry, but I'll grab some another time, If you excuse me I-."

"Look up at me, Carina." The supreme interrupted her, her tone of voice containing authority, making her flinch, she had only heard a couple of times before and never directed to her.

She slowly did as told, holding her gaze with the woman, whose eyes shinned with curiosity but mostly concern. "What's wrong, my dear star?"

"I–I'm just," Her heart was shouting at her to tell her, to tell the Supreme what was going on but her mind was stronger, her fear catching on. "I'm missing some sleep, that's all."

"Is that so?" The woman asked, placing a hand over her forehead and then her cheeks, Carina felt as if her eyes were staring down at her soul. "You're cold."

"Maybe I'm catching one." Carina offers meekly, hoping the sorcerer believes her.

"In that case, you would have been warm," The Ancient One moved her hand to the back of her neck, moving her hair out of the way.

Carina moved out of her touch as it was starting to irritate her, her amethyst eyes moving once again to the ground. "I just need a few hours of sleep and I'll be all right, now please, excuse me."

With that she turned and began walking back to her room, a hand rubbing her tired eyes, feeling drowsy when she finally reached her room. Carina threw her bag somewhere and lay on her bed, breathing heavily, her eyes roamed over the paintings on her walls, all different, the sun hiding behind a green hill, the ocean, a snowy mountain under the night sky, a field of flowers, and then, there was one in the blank, the last wall.

Without even thinking, she grabbed the pink paint and with her hands, she started drawing lines, and lines, she then grabbed the purple and painted over those same lines, mirroring them. Carina took a step back when she felt like it was done, the blank wall was now the home of an abstract symbol, a sigil, Carina noted, and although she had no idea what it meant, or how did she know how to draw it, it felt oddly familiar.

She felt a chill running down her back, she ignored it and moved to the bed once again too tired to care, and not even bothering to change into her nightgown, Carina slumped into bed and fell asleep...

Whispers, those damned whispers awoke her once again, and Carina couldn't help but let out a sob, she was exhausted, so exhausted, she'll do anything for the stinging pain to cease.

What was happening to her?

When the next morning arrived something had changed, Carina felt off, an unsettling feeling forming in her stomach. It wasn't right, it was overwhelming.

She didn't make it to breakfast, the thought of food was nauseating, instead, she went straight to her morning classes, she was the first one in the class, saying a quick good morning to the professor, she went to sit on her usual seat.

"Carina, I have to leave for a moment, could you help me pass out these papers, please?" The professor asks, yet not waiting for her response as he hands her the large papers before heading out. "Thank you."

Without another option, Carina stood up and place the papers on each desk, where each student was seated. Soon, students began to flood in, each chatting happily with their friends, being blissfully loud, oblivious that they were giving Carina a headache. She sighs closing her eyes for a moment, to keep her ache from furthering.

"Hey, Miss walking failure," She heard the annoying voice of Eloise, "You haven't given me my papers, are you that useless you can't even do something as simple as hand out papers?"

"Would it be that surprising, though?" Hanna added, earring a few laughs around the class.

Carina let out air through her nose, jaw clenching as an unwanted heated feeling waved over her, she walk towards them, thankfully the two girls were sitting together so that made it easier to hand them the papers. With her head down she gave Hanna her papers, but took a bit to find Eloise as hers were on braille.

"Sbrigare," Eloise exclaimed, impatiently holding her hand out.

"Give me a second, would you?" Carina mumbled, rolling her eyes as she finally handed her the papers.

Eloise snatched the papers off her hands."Sei fottutamente inutile."

Carina gritted her teeth, it was new for her to feel such an overwhelming feeling, such overwhelming pressure to hurt Eloise, but she manage to bottle it up, she took a deep breath and kept handing out the last of the papers.

The professor wasn't back yet, leaving the students to keep chatting amongst themselves much to Carina's dismay.

She walked back to her seat, dragging her feet as she did so when suddenly, a gasp left her mouth when she felt a foot on her path sending her straight to the ground. Carina was lucky to break the fall with her hands and knees because otherwise, she would have plumped her face against the solid ground.

Laughter echoed around the room as she sat up, she glanced at her hands, they were red but there wasn't any scratch. Carina glared over her shoulder at Eloise, who was cackling with Hanna and a few of their friends.

"Awn, Miss Agamotto, are you going to cry?" Hanna laughed, pouting mockingly.

Eloise giggles, "Come on cry for us, Miss Agamotto."

"Cry for us." Hanna chanted, slapping her hand on the table.

"Cry for us."

The class had joined. "Cry for us."

"Cry for us."

Something engulf Carina, a feeling so awful she hardly believed it was coming from her but she couldn't help it, she indulge in the feeling, the rage, and then as if on cue, the whispers appeared.

"Cry for–"

"Shut up," She roared standing up, her hands turning into fists as she stared at the two girls, "Shut up. Shut Up."

Carina glared at them, not noticing the cracks forming under her feet, the flying things around her or the green angry flames engulfing every paper and part of the desks, she only noticed the scared look on the girl's face as they started to hover a few feet, skin turning a sickly shade of grey.

She didn't understand what she was doing but she couldn't stop, it was refreshing, energizing, addicting.

"Carina stop." Hanna choked out, tears falling down her face. "Please."

Eloise was sobbing, her glasses had broken, and were somewhere on the ground, she was twitching, her brown irises blown with fear. "I-I'm s-sorry, mi d-dispiace."

And like that, Carina realized what was happening, her fist loosening, she gasp looking around the room, the two girls slammed to the floor, still sobbing, crawling into a fetus position, the flames had burned out, and the things around her seemed to settle as well but Carina wasn't, she was choking on air, she couldn't breathe, she needed out.

Without another look, she took off, away from the mess she caused, ashamed and terrified of what she had done.

Carina felt like she was about to explode, her head was throbbing painfully, the whispers were so loud she couldn't even think, it felt as if someone was yelling in her ear, she just wanted to collapse, she wanted to let go, she wanted relief.

She wasn't in control.

She couldn't handle it alone as she thought, she was so stupid to think so, she needs the Ancient One, she'll know what's happening to her, she'll know how to help her.

Carina leaned against a wall, there was a sudden painful feeling on her chest, an overwhelming need to let go, but she couldn't, she needed to find the Ancient One. Bumping into people, murmuring weak apologies, she staggers to find the Supreme.

Carina knew she must look like a proper nuisance but she couldn't care less.

After what felt like an eternity, Carina found the Supreme in the courtyard, helping two students with their combat skills. Panting, she stumbled down the stairs, grunting as she felt something ripping on her chest.

"Carina!" Someone shouted, she couldn't recognize the voice and at this point, she didn't care, she was ready to pass out if it wasn't for the pressing whispers.

She felt someone grab her, it was a familiar touch, the Ancient Ones, she was telling her something, but nothing made sense. Carina felt another bolt of pain shooting through her chest, making her groan, and place her hands over her chest as she crumbled to the ground.

"What is happening to her?" Someone asked concern seems to be oozing out of their words.

"Strange, stay back–"

"Let me help, I can—"

"Stay back."

When Carina felt a hand on her back, she finally looks up and was met with the green alarmed eyes of the Supreme, it was the first time she had seen that look on her.

"The whispers. I can't –" she choked out, she felt as if she needs to sneeze, those moments where you suck air in to blow it out later, moments where you can't breathe, only inhale. "I-I can't..."

She heard the cracking of glass under her and for one second, for one breath, it was peaceful.

The second of calmness before the sneeze.

An overwhelming rush erupted out of her, the power of a tsunami, so strong she felt the ground beneath her shake, so strong she felt the glass cracked above her, so strong that for a moment Carina thought it might have ripped her chest open.

But at long last, she exhales.

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Serendipity (31/?)

Fandom: Station 19, Grey’s Anatomy

Characters: Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca

Summary: A chance meeting at a bar leads to these two idiots falling in love. Follows canon and fills in the gaps of their relationship that we didn’t get to see on screen.

Also @ AO3.

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The New Normal

You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change your ending. - C.S. Lewis

Maya wakes to her normal morning alarm at six a.m., except there is something very not normal about today. The sound of gentle snoring next to her, the lazy arm slung over her stomach and the hot breath against her neck reminds her that she has a permanent bedfellow now. Not just an overnight visitor, but someone who occupies a space in her life – and her apartment.

Carina has been living with her for only forty-eight hours and already Maya feels lighter than she has since the pandemic began. There is something to be said about facing this messed-up world together, of having each other’s backs when things get hard. Carina is such a gentle force compared to her own intensity, and Maya knows that she is already having a calming effect on her.

She turns off the alarm quickly but not before Carina grunts at the interruption to her slumber, although she refuses to open her eyes. It is her day off from work and Maya knows her well enough to know that there is no way she is going to get up early when she doesn’t have to. She leans over and plants a kiss on her temple, then slides out of her grasp.

It is harder to get out of bed for a run with Carina in it, she will admit, but Maya relies on her routine to keep in her check, especially during the stress of the pandemic. She never knows how much time she might have to work out in the station gym, since there is no way of knowing how busy a shift might be, and her body needs to work off the excess energy and tension she carries. She slips into her running gear and forces herself outside, ignoring the piles of unpacked boxes that clutter her usually tidy apartment.

Their apartment, she has to keep correcting herself.

It is a strange thought but one that feels good. Maybe it is a cliché but it is like she woke up with a smile on her face this morning knowing that Carina would be there, and will be there every morning from now on.

Carina is still asleep when she gets back from her run and Maya creeps into the bathroom to shower without disturbing her. A spare bottle of Carina’s shampoo has been resident in her apartment for the last couple of months, but now there is more of her stuff scattered on the marbled surface – her toothbrush, an assortment of creams and moisturisers, and does she really need two different brands of eye cream? Not to mention the bras that hang from the hooks to dry.

Maybe they need an extra vanity unit for storage, Maya thinks, to keep things more ordered.

She doesn’t want to be the person who starts instilling rules on her girlfriend the moment she moves in. Maya grew up with rules and order and lectures the second something was left out of place, due to her father’s watchful eye on everything they did, and she doesn’t want to be that person. She doesn’t want to be like him. So she leaves Carina’s toiletries where they are and ignores the irritation that bubbles inside of her, telling herself that it is just for a few days until Carina gets settled and she gets used to sharing her space with someone else.

Because she is happy, and she wants this, and she won’t let her father’s legacy on her life deny her the chance to build a life with the woman she loves for the sake of a bit of clutter.

She is surprised to find that their bed is empty when she steps out of the ensuite, the sound of clattering coming from the kitchen. Her head instinctively turns towards the door where she lifts her nose and inhales. Whatever Carina is cooking, it smells amazing.

Maya throws on some clothes and steps out of the bedroom to find Carina next to the stove, where she has just served up one portion of French toast and is currently grilling another. She doesn’t notice Maya at first, humming to herself as she sprinkles powdered sugar over the dish. Maya stands back and watches her for a moment, her eyes flicking to the chalk board on the wall that Carina has already changed to read ‘Buongiorno’. It draws a smile to her face and she wanders into the kitchen.

“Uh, I usually just make a protein shake and drink it on my way to work,” Maya says as she presses herself against Carina’s back and slides her hands around her waist, dropping a quick kiss on her bare shoulder.

Enticing her with something less healthy but far more delicious, Carina offers her a mouthful of warm, thick brioche, its crisp edges sticky with maple syrup. It practically melts against her tongue, an explosion of sweetness waking up her tastebuds.

“Hmm, okay, that might be better than sex,” she declares, groaning with delight.

Carina laughs. “That sounds like a challenge!”

Maya steps away and leans against the refrigerator, sighing. “I feel guilty being this happy when people are dying every day.”

It is a feeling that Carina knows too well. “Hmm, you feel guilty that Warren is not seeing his wife and kids, and we’re here in the shack?” She takes a plate of food to the table, which is already set for breakfast for two.

Maya turns, following her, a look of confusion on her face. “In the shack?”

“On the shack?” Carina suggests, her lips twisting as she tries to figure out what she is trying to say. “What is it?”

“Oh, you mean ‘shacking up’?” Maya says.

“Yeah,” Carina says, giggling at her own mistake. Her English is excellent but some of these idioms just don’t make sense to her. What the hell does ‘shacking up’ mean anyway?

Maya laughs and Carina steps up to her, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. Maya’s hands cup her face and she draws her in for a kiss. Her lips are still sweet from the sugary syrup she has just enjoyed and they both can’t stop smiling, pushing aside their guilt to enjoy their shared happiness.

“Shacking up,” Carina repeats, heading back to the stove to retrieve the second piece of toast.

“Yes.”

“Shacking up. We’re here, shacking up.”

It is then that Maya finally takes in the chaos of the apartment; barely enough space for the two of them at the dining table thanks to the boxes that sit there. Carina’s art work adorns the walls, her books fill the shelves, and Maya feels her body tense at the mess. She tries to shake it off, reminding herself that they would have got further into the unpacking process if they hadn’t fallen into bed halfway through the day and stayed there, making up for the few weeks they spent apart.

Carina comes up from behind her and places a bowl of strawberries and blueberries on the table, to accompany the French toast, leaving a kiss on Maya’s cheek as she passes her. It makes Maya feel guilty for being so wound up by the mess when her girlfriend has got out of bed early to make her breakfast before work. She hears a voice in the back of her head telling her that she doesn’t deserve this, that she hasn’t earned such kindness; a voice that sounds vaguely like her father, and she hushes it.

“Thank you,” she says, forcing a smile. “This is really lovely.”

“I know the apartment’s still messy,” Carina says, as if reading her body language. “But it’ll be a lot tidier by the time you get home tomorrow, I promise.”

A little comforted by her reassurance, Maya sits down on one of the chairs and tucks into her French toast, ignoring the chaos and choosing instead to focus on the culinary masterpiece that her girlfriend has made.

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Twenty-four hours later, Maya sits on a bench outside the hospital near the staff entrance, doing her best to keep out of sight of the security team who will move her on if they spot her hanging around. There are no visitors to the hospital at the moment, only those who are seeking medical treatment are allowed to be here to reduce the risk of spreading the virus. There is no busy thoroughfare like there usually is, and it feels eery and sad.

Some people sit in their cars while their loved ones are inside, reading books or listening to music; some nervously tapping the steering wheel as they wait impatiently for news.

Maya feels the guilt returning as she remembers how happy she is now that Carina is waking up next to her each morning; how she smiles when she hears Carina’s slightly out-of-tune singing as she showers; how her heart leaps now that every day starts with a kiss. She still doubts that she deserves to be this happy, she still isn’t sure that she won’t totally screw this up. It’s not like she has a great track record of long term relationships, she was always taught to view them as a distraction.

And yes, she is learning day-by-day that those lessons were wrong, but her brain isn’t always wired to see it. At least she has Andy, who understands her and will call her out when she is being an idiot. She has Carina, too, who has already seen the worst of her and somehow found it in her heart to forgive her, and now makes her breakfast before work. Maya doesn’t want to ruin that by telling her that she is freaking out over French toast.

She thinks about what Andy said yesterday, about how she never felt safe around the breakfast table as a kid. It’s not like every day was bad and scary growing up, she has some happy memories from her childhood. But she sees it for what it was now; that her father set the tone every day and until they knew what kind of mood he was in, there would be an uneasy feeling in all of them. If Lane Bishop was in a good mood, they would be calm and relaxed. But if he was in a bad mood? Then they knew to tread lightly around him, to do as they were told and not upset him in fear of making it worse.

Maya doesn’t want to be like him; she doesn’t want to be the one who sets the tone every day, to have Carina waiting to see what kind of mood she is in when she wakes up in the morning. Wasn’t it supposed to be easier now that she has acknowledged and accepted her father’s actions when she was a kid? Except she can’t change who she is overnight and who she is… broken. At least, that’s how it feels, and she has no idea how to fix herself.

Her thoughts turn to her mom and how she found the strength to walk away from the man she had been married to for almost forty years. Maya knows she is struggling, her job at the doctor’s office is busy and stressful, and when Maya spoke to her a couple of days ago she could hear in her voice how overwhelmed she is feeling. It is no surprise, they are in the middle of a pandemic and she has only just started working after years of staying at home. What worries her more is the way her mom casually dropped into the conversation that Lane has been messaging her, telling her that she can give up her job and move home, that he will forgive her and take care of her. She tells Maya that she won’t do it, but Maya isn’t so sure about that. She knows how easy it would be for her mom to slip back into her old life.

Maya had promised to stop by and visit her (from an acceptable distance), but she hasn’t had the time yet, between work and Carina moving in. She knows she needs to make the time and resolves to stop by to check in later this morning.

She is still hopeful that her mom will have heard from Mason. She thinks of him often and hopes he is staying safe. She sees the way Carina is struggling with being so far away from her family in Italy, especially as they keep falling sick. Mason is somewhere nearby, she thinks – she hopes – and yet he feels further away.

“Penny for your thoughts,” a familiar voice interrupts her.

“Hmm?” Maya says absentmindedly, looking up to see Carina towering over her, her slim figure blocking the morning sun.

Carina sits down on the bench next to her. “Are you okay?” she asks, a concerned look on her face.

“Yeah,” Maya says, with a small shake of her head. “I was just lost in thought for a minute.” She reaches down to pick up the two takeout coffee cups by her feet. “Here, I brought you a gift.”

Carina is curious as she takes the coffee cup, her face breaking out into a smile when she sees the logo of her favourite local coffee shop.

“Fenton’s? I thought they closed down?” She takes a sip, humming in delight at the taste of her favourite Italian coffee beans.

Maya feels a warmth in her chest at how a simple cup of coffee can bring her girlfriend so much joy. “It turns out they bought a food truck and converted it, I found them by the park on my way here. I guess it’s cheaper than paying rent.”

Like so many businesses, Carina’s favourite coffee shop hadn’t survived the pandemic, the usual flow of early morning commuters now working from home and causing a big deficit in their finances. Carina had been heartbroken when she had turned up one morning to find a ‘closed’ sign on the front door, the little taste of home stolen from her.

“Thank you, bella,” Carina says. The coffee cup in her left hand, she reaches out with her right hand and wraps it around Maya’s, squeezing it. Maya runs her thumb over the back of Carina’s hand.

“Is this allowed?” Maya asks cheekily.

Carina has strict rules about how close they can get to each other after a shift until they have stripped their clothes and showered, still nervous about bringing the virus home to each other.

Carina shrugs. “So, are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Can’t I just stop by after a shift to see my girlfriend?” Maya says.

“Yes, of course,” Carina says with a sweet smile, “but I think there’s more to it than that.”

Carina has this unnerving way of being able to read her when she there is something on her mind, and she feels the alarm bells of her in-built security system going off again. Because living together is different from the occasional overnight stays, and Carina is going to get to know her even better now. And it’s what she wants but also want she is most afraid of, because it means that Carina will get to see who she really is, including the parts of her that have been moulded by her father.

When Maya doesn’t respond, Carina prompts her. “Was it a bad shift?”

“Hmm? No, it was okay. We had a couple of call outs, an electrical fire at an apartment that was home to a group of drag queens.” A smile crosses her face as she remembers their eccentricity. “There was a small explosion, Dean caught the worst of it.”

Carina’s face darkens. She hates to hear stories of Maya’s team getting hurt and always worries that Maya will be next. She knows that, as captain, her job is to control the situation, not to go running into burning buildings, but it still unsettles her. Seeing Maya, safe and healthy beside her, calms her anxiety and she pushes the thought from her mind.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, it was a dislocated knee. He’ll be fine, he got checked out at Seattle Pres.” She skips the part about Jack popping it back into place in the back of the aid car, never sure of how Carina will react to his name. “I’ll stick him on desk duty for the next week and he’ll probably moan about it,” Maya says with a wry smile.

“Are you having second thoughts about letting Sullivan work at the station?” Carina asks. She knows Maya had mixed feelings about his hearing today and was under pressure from Andy to support him, despite the lingering resentment she can’t help but feel towards him. At least Sullivan had the sense to ask her to stay away – not that she had listened. Carina knew from Maya’s text messages yesterday that the team had shown up in solidarity to fight for him. He is like a cat with nine lives, she thinks – always landing on his feet.

“No, he’s a good firefighter and he deserves a second chance,” Maya says. After all, she was given a second chance. “The team are on board with it. Well, everyone except Miller.” She has a sinking feeling in her stomach when she remembers the last time she had two firefighters at war.

Carina knows where her mind has gone. “You’re thinking of Rigo?”

“How can I not?” Maya says wearily. “I can’t let that happen again.”

“You won’t,” Carina says with the confidence that Maya doesn’t possess right now. “So if it’s not a bad shift and not Sullivan, what’s going on?”

“Andy and Sullivan are living apart,” Maya says.

“They broke up?” Carina asks in surprise.

“No, just ninety days while he recovers from his operation,” Maya says. “Apparently it was Amelia’s idea, to make sure he takes care of himself properly.”

“I suppose after losing her dad and finding her mom, Amelia’s worried he’ll be more focussed on Andy than himself,” Carina notes. “That’s tough for Andy though.”

“Yeah, she’s been sleeping at the station,” Maya says.

She glances sideways at Carina, whose expression doesn’t give away what she is thinking.

“So I, uh, I told her she could move in with us,” Maya says slowly. “Just until the ninety days is over.”

Carina’s eyebrows arch. This isn’t exactly the moving in gift she was hoping for, their new domestic bliss now interrupted by a visitor in their guest room. She has a sense that, despite asking her to move in, Maya is struggling with the big change in her life, that the mess and chaos of moving in has disrupted her in a way that she perhaps wasn’t expecting. Carina gets it, she has lived alone all her adult life too and it is weird for her to move into someone else’s home instead of creating one from scratch. It is going to take them both some time to get used to.

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it before I ask her,” Maya continues, knowing how pissed she would be if Carina did the same to her. “It’s just that she doesn’t have anywhere else to go.”

She doesn’t tell her that having Andy there feels like a safety net while she gets used to their new living arrangement; that having another person there will mean that Andy can listen to her frustrations instead of Carina, so that she has some chance of not making a mess of their relationship.

“Okay,” Carina says eventually.

“Okay?”

“Si, no-one should be alone in this mess of a world right now,” Carina says, knowing how lonely she has felt over the last few weeks. She knows that it can’t be fun living at the fire station right now. “You’d do the same if it was Andrea.”

“Of course I would,” Maya says immediately.

“Besides, it will give me a chance to get to know her better,” Carina says. She hasn’t really spent any time with Maya’s friends since they started dating and she wants to get to know them, and for them to get to see the side of Maya that she reserves for her.

“I’d like that,” Maya says. “Thank you. You’re amazing, you know that?”

Carina smiles. “I just hope she brings her ear plugs with her.”

“Ear plugs?” Maya says, a confused frown on her face.

“Well, you did say that my French toast was better than sex,” Carina says with a teasing smile. “And I plan on proving you wrong tonight.”

#station 19 #grey's anatomy #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #serendipity

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anns-works · 2 years

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Did you know? the chances of an immortal and feral cryptid living in the middle of a lush forest in an underground library reaching all the way down to bed-rock and covering the exact area that you and your partner have chosen to begin constructing a new country that runs on a business of gambling, are low; but never zero.

Awesamdude wasn't exactly sure how he got into this situation; with fucking bed-rock under his feet, sitting on a strange chair (what did Carina call it? A bean bag? Weren't those wiped out during The Devastation?), as Quackity and Carina discuss the creation of a new currency. That depend on putting a value on everything depending on its worth. Including someone's life. What the fuck.

(Normally he wouldn't be peeved by these kinds of things, but being around Carina mad him so exhausted that he wanted to do nothing more than to plop onto his bed and take a nap for a thousand years.)

Sam looked around the shelves, which ended up making him feel even more exhausted. There was a brown leatherbound volume. Its wasn't much significant in itself but Carina had slapped a paper label on it with the message "L'manburg's declaration of independence. Stole it from the ghost of it's founder. Pretty neat." That just made him want to bash his head against the wall.

Sam looked over to the open book on the table. The book was too far away and the handwriting too messy too make out its contents, though it seemed slightly familiar...

With a jolt, Sam recognized it. The Rule Book of the SMP. back during the beginning of the server. He viciously stomped down every fond memory that came with the writer of that book.

"Yeah! And if they refuse to pay up, then torture is always an option." Carina said, pausing only to take a sip from her cup.

Quackity made a small noise of approval. His tea was untouched, too busy thinking to even drink it. He said, "How about we only keep the value of each material to ourselves?" He looked at Carina with a sharp grin. "It would certainly make things interesting."

Carina returned the grin. Sam realized that the main reason Carina always made him feel this exhausted was due to what she was capable of doing. It reminded him of how many things she had burned with Sapnap. Chaos was her nature. Hell, Carina was the embodiment of Chaos.

Carina leaned forward, a glint in her eyes that Sam knew meant trouble. She offered her hand for Quackity to shake. "Well buddy, I guess that makes us partners."

Sam sipped his tea, (the memory of Carina telling him she made it with some long extinct fruit came to his mind. Orange was it?

Quackity leaned forward and shook her hand.

This is either going to end extremally good or extremally bad. Sam mused. but one thing was for sure, with Carina involved the ending is sure to be extreme.

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also since you mentioned carina..can i get some facts? 👀 🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️ + carina!!

carina... my oc and my arch-nemesis shjadhjshj

in the tags of the edit for luna, i said that luna is the gaslight, gatekeep girlboss of my ocs. i lied, it's actually carina. born into a wealthy family of spoiled nobles, carina was pretty much guaranteed success from the very beginning. expectation were high for her, but her own expectations for herself were even higher.

she fought for the high position she has now, and she fought hard. one thing i will say about her is that she is ruthless in ambition. doesn't matter the means, she will get what she wants, even if it takes decades. she has plenty of time, and plenty of ways to get it.

in luna carina saw a competition, a rival bc luna reminded her own self to carina. also ambitious, also not afraid to speak her mind, even if luna was a bit naive back then, she had potential. and that potential is both dangerous and useful. at first, carina just wanted to sabotage luna and be done with it, but then she came out with the plan to use her, to explore that potential. somewhere along that plan of hers, carina got attached, not quite like a mother figure would, but also not like a friend or a mentor. it was something in between, where carina found herself protecting luna, wanting to see her succeed and learn. it's like a tragic destiny of sorts-- carina wanted to get rid of luna from the beginning, and at the end neither of them could run from it: carina sabotaged luna, sending her to a mission that was doomed from the very beginning, but still hoping that she taught luna well, that luna would not let herself be killed. you cannot escape your fate until you actively try to act against it, and in the end carina was too scared to do so, still seeing luna as more of a pawn than a student, than a daughter.

the painting i associate with her and luna's relationship is Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan by Ilya Repin

#aartyom #my oc: luna #my oc: carina #it's like that fucked up mother daughter relationship where mother raises a daughter and she becomes just like her mother and the mother #hates it more than anything because it's like looking in a mirror and confronting all of the fucked up shit youve done #and luna just feeling so used by both her family and by the person she thought had become her family #i am shaking and crying i could talk abt them for hours

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Hi, I think the “want/don’t want kids” storyline is a bit repetitive especially considering Greys and the basic drama writers creat around a WLW relationship (Always better than killing one or making one straight, these are bad tropes…smh)

In this case I liked that the career was the big issue and Danielle and Stefania acted it amazingly, they gave so much in a overly used storyline, they transformed in something unique more relatable and true…

I personally thought that the big motivation for Maya was going to be the “I’m scared to be like my dad” even if it was approached before, she still may have some doubt around children because of it.

But as she changed as captain (at the beginning she was very demanding and military like, as he’d dad) once she realized that she didn’t have to be like her father was with her about her training, she developed her idea of what captain she wanted to be and eventually she became an amazing one!

I think it would be similar with kids.

So, maybe the career was only part of it and maybe also the fear of not coming back from a shift and leaving Carina with a baby by herself ( I mean look how crashed was about her brother, Maya is her home, everything she has left)

I think Maya may change idea if something happens involving a child, like saving one from a fire or from a foster care house from abusive foster parents (it reminds me of “The Fosters” TVShow, if you haven’t watch it, do it) basically something that can prove immediately to herself how much she cares and how much she wants it and how different from her father she realize she is by giving love freely, always if the writers want to force the baby storyline.

I’m gay and I don’t want children for different reasons, some very close to Maya motivations, but at the same time I don’t completely scratch the idea away if i fond myself with a person willing to understand and. Or be crashed is the answer is still no…

I think it’s a matter of circumstances and is different for everybody

I only hope they play the story in an organic not rushed way, I do not want Maya and Carina to burn too soon!

I wanted this season for Maya and Carina to be more about them, adjusting to their new life and career and knowing each other better and maybe face some drama like injury or similar, But it’s also true that there was a 10 month time jump, and I’m a bit upset about it cause that 10 month could have given us a fun loving storyline but alas freaking COVID what other choice writes had…

Also I think Station19 is more interesting than Greys at this point…

Well, anon, these were all certainly interesting thoughts about Maya and Marina and I feel like the show did tackle some of that, not even that badly, but then kind of rushed the resolution of how and why Maya changed her mind. If it was to rush to where they are now, definitely doesn't seem worth it. :x

#replies #femslash related stuff #sent on 20211008 #Anonymous #5 #station 19 #carina x maya #marina

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wr1t3w1tm3 · 4 months

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Descendent

PotC 5/Modern/Will out of Water AU.

Characters: Will Turner, Calypso, Original Female Character

SFW. Like, completely. Just some curses.

Authors note: I broke a couple rules I think, but I don't care, this is my AU.

Words: 4,737

As the centuries melt together, Captain William Turner of the Flying Dutchman finds himself further inland and farther downstream than he could’ve ever imagined. A multitude of maritime disasters fling him from one corner of the world to the other. The Dutchman serves through wars, accidents, and genocides. As the 18th century spills over, the load only increases. Of course, one would expect that as more men's souls were brought into the world, he would be required to guide an equal portion more from it. Except the sea and all her tributaries have never been truly tame. It seems just as men grow complacent with the waters; he is forced to compensate for their malignity.

The strain nearly ends him. While Elizabeth had been alive, it hadn't been pleasant. But back then, he had a rock, a lighthouse to guide him and remind him what might happen if he forsook such a sacred duty. Even when she passed - to sudden for her to make arrangements to join his crew - he’d had Henry, their son. Henry married a young astronomer named Carina, the daughter of the captain who wed the Captain and the King. Henry had waited, watching dutifully and bringing his children. Then once, he supposes around his 12th land fall, he arrives to find the lodgings of his relations ransacked and in a shoddy state of disrepair, unlived in for some time. There is nothing to indicate where they went. All that he can conjecture from the men he brings aboard and what he knows of recent history is perhaps, he prays perhaps, they faced an uprising and fled. Though whether that be the fledgling America, the southern colonies or bloody England he’s sure he’ll never know.

It almost breaks him, but the images of Jones, his cruelty and the cool steel of the sword that hangs from his hip is just enough to keep him on course.

It is then he begins finding himself in freshwater. Sometimes up river. It happens most often on the Thames in England, the Saint Lawrence in the northern colonies, the Amazon to the south and the American Mississippi. The 19th century bleeds into the 20th, and soon he has a new death chamber with which to contend: the aeroplane.

In that century alone he sails through wars, plane crashes, mass suicides in the East and submarines in the West. Mortal men seem to have contented themselves with finding every manner of deadly metal tube and loading themselves into it for travel. He has never seen the oceans so red with blood. Some nights, in the diming lights and the suns wavering rays, the sea seems to dye itself purple. The quantity nearly pushes him over once again, but all of a sudden, in what he thinks is the last decades of that century, the occurrences requiring his presence drop drastically, though the sheer number of souls he ferries from each local increases exponentially. Now he more often than naught finds himself sailing through a valley of broken stragglers, immigrants and refugees fleeing from the latest conflict at the hands of angry men.

Fewer and fewer sailors pass at sea. Fewer and fewer join his crew, and he is slowly beginning to lose his battle with his duties. It becomes a matter not of if, but rather when he will. Until one particular morning, on which he awakes in the Dutchman’s captain’s quarters, and all is quiet. It is his first clue as to something amiss, but he is grateful for the calm this once. It is hardly ever calm aboard the Dutchman.

He takes to the deck, finding the wheel to determine a heading. It seems already determined for him this day, as the Dutchman has surfaced up a river. In fact, he squints to make out the dots in the distance, he’s far up a river, near what seems to be an inhabited city.

That’s not something he sees everyday. It’s his third strike. He scans the deck, the bow, the crows nest. Theres nary a soul aboard except his own.

“William Turna’”. He near scowls, but turns to his guest. She is not near how he remembers her last. While her clothes are similar, a mix of tropical prints, naturally woven bits and a fur of some kind: and her countenance has not changed, her form most certainly has. It is not flesh and bone that stands before him, but rather water in the form of this woman from many lifetimes ago.

“Calypso,” he says, his voice gruff from disuse. An urge arises to bow, he ignores it. “What is the nature of this… visit?”

Her voice warbles with the waters flow. “T’ere’s been an unfo’seen development in ‘da ways of t’is wo’ld Captain Turna’.” She steps forward, and he slides back. The wheel is in his back. “Da te’ms of yous agreemen’ ‘board da Dutchman are changin’.”

Will’s stomach drops. “What has changed?”

He wants to beg, ask what he’s done. Surely, there hasn’t been anything? He’s faithfully fulfilled his duties over all these centuries. And had he not, the sea would’ve already claimed him.

A cool wind arises, pushing his hair across the nape of his neck. A spray is forced from Calypso’s countenance, only to disappear as soon as it’s caught his eye. “T’ings are changin’ in da wo’ld of da gods, William Turna’. You mo’tals was not built to bear no divine load.”

Anticipation rises in his chest. Had he a heart, he’s sure it would’ve begun to race. It must be racin’, in that blasted metal box he’s since lost track of. Calypso continues, enigmatic and cool “Fa now, the Dutchman’s ta’ remain docked ‘ere. Ya crew’s off ta fiddla’s green or da locka’, judgement dependin’. You, William Turna’, will be allowed ta shore from dawn’s fi’st ligh’ to dusks final gleam. Only in the da’k must ya remain ‘board dis vessel. Every moment da light touches is yours, not jus da one day.”

He’s… he’s stunned. And thrilled! Suddenly he’s been given the opportunity of his lifetime, to visit land more often than once a decade! Of course, the first blasted thing out of his mouth is “And what of the souls I’m supposed to lead? What should become of them?”

“Anoda’ ferry man’ll serve in ya stead.” Calypso’s voice is stern. Perhaps not angry but reaching that cusp none the less. They pause a moment, and he listens. To the birdsongs in the woods against the rivers shore, a faint sound of chugging that must be some new-fangled thing he’s heard of yet never seen. The water of the river rushes along, but the water makin’ up Calypso’s countenance only rustles, barely moving.

“But what should I do? I know no living souls…” what of my heart?

Calypso’s voice rises. She cuts him off.. “Yous not been brought ‘ere fur no reason, William Turna’! One of yur’ heirs is close, and to dem you might go! Tea conditions of yous ‘ternal life remain, you’ll not want for food nor drink nor sleep though they be available to ya’!”

The water of Calypso has grown cloudy, swirling as he’s no doubt raised her ire. Not a swell idea, lad he scolds himself. The form before him flows apart, seeming ‘bout to return to its source. “How will I know that this reprieve has ended?!”

Of course he had to ask. This time, she practically screams “Yous will know when ya know, Turna!” and with a sudden splash, she’s gone. Water slaps against it’s source below his deck, and when he turns to face his port there is a gang plank, extended to the shoreline.

Something in him jumps, though surely not his heart. Clad in warm weather wear, Will hastens to his cabin to change into something more suitable. His boots clump against the wooden beams as he finds a shirt and a coat, as it was rather cool that morning. He sets his sword at his hip, and with care to tie the knot of his bandana tightly, he looks himself over once in the mirror - maroon does look quite nice on him, as Elizabeth had pointed out so many centuries ago - and to the gang plank he’s off.

It’s an odd thing, really. The gang plank had mostly been for his men, to return to shore when the need arose. He’d only used it a few times, when the ropes would not suffice to board a doomed vessel or for the brief day he’d spent on some criminal island a few decades after loosing track of Henry. He’d rarely left the Dutchman since then. As such, he’d never seen anything such as he had now. He slunk down the gang plank, careful of a few raised bars, and set his boots upon dry land for the first time in at least a century.

Even with his more recent escapades into freshwater, Will has never had the luxury of observing the rivers surroundings with much scrutiny. Here, one shore lines the river with a dense forest. The trees are tall though scraggly, their leaves aflame in orange, red, and yellow. A green few are still visible, and the grass beneath his boots remains green as well. On the opposite shore - off his port - is a flat expanse near far as the eye can see, covered in drying fields of some crop he cannot identify. And just as the horizon fades, huge hills, near mountains, jut up from nowhere, dense with much the same foliage as on the shore he walks.

There are birds that he hears on occasion, but it seems his foot falls have scared most of the wildlife from ear shot. He thinks to himself that it’s not my fault there’s so many twigs to snap along this trail. He follows it up from the shore, up a steep hill and to a narrow, more traveled path that winds towards a clearing.

This clearing turns out to be some sort of graveyard, over which watches a large stone cross. Will stops at the edge of the clearing, a moment of silence for those who’re interned there. It’s an odd thing to see now, after so long at sea where there are no graveyards. And if he remembers correctly, there are rarely graveyards this close to the shore. However, as he glances behind and notices the drop off, both the grave yards placement and also the fence at the edge of the little cliff make much more sense.

A light gray path winds true past the small graveyard and towards the back of some grand building. Will follows the path, and finds his footsteps fall heavier, as the path feels not unlike the cobble roads they’d had in Port Royal all those centuries ago. Then again, they did not look much the same. And times have changed, he reminds himself. Surely most things have changed.

When he turns the sharp corner with the path, he takes pause under the yellowing branches of a weeping willow, in awe of the great church that stands tall on the bluff. It was assuredly much taller than the Dutchman’s tallest mast, not accounting for the several much taller spires that broached from its roof. He stands in awe for some unknown amount of time, before a sound he can only describe as crunching draws his attention further down the path, to where it winds between this grand church and some run down and weathered hut, its boards grayed with age. Between the two, though much farther back, rises a large building, it’s walls inset with windows four high, made of a red material Will thinks is brick, and some of the same yellowish stone that the church must also be made of. Beyond the path is a large pool of a black material, which is occupied by a few strange looking carriages, mostly of white and red. Cars, he reminds himself. He’d seen a few of them along the ocean floor in the last century.

There along this black mass is a small hill, which runs straight into a larger hill, on which there seems to be a trodden path. He can just make out around this hill and between what appears to be a fenced sports court is another, longer building. As he moves towards the path, he spots more buildings, most of them the same red brick and yellowed stone, connected by these same gray paths.

As he crests the first hill, he finds it to be some sort of dike, built perhaps when there was more water in the area. Atop the second hill he finds another gated complex, with a wall of red, silver, and gray seats overlooking a green, lined field surrounded by a red path. He goes further up the hill, towards another flat, black section lined with yellow. This one seems to be connected to a few gray paths that run to several of the other building’s he’s noticed, crisscrossing a green, leaf littered campus that appears rather vacant.

He steps into the black lot, where a few more cars have been left. Something like humming drifts towards him, coming closer until around the corner of the long building appears a sandy gold car.

Will is taken aback by how quiet it is. Even the Dutchman, in tip top shape, had creaked and groaned with the wind in her sails, and the floor often moaned when paced. This thing is much, much smaller, and as it grows closer it grows only a bit louder. It truly is a marvel what man has come up with in his absence.

The car begins to slow, then comes to a stop just a few feet before him. The driver - who he can now positively identify as a young woman - looks… bewildered. Spectacles frame her eyes, and her hair is a deep brown, nearly black. Something clinks and the car hums again, this time moving backwards as it’s captain twists to watch over her shoulder.

Will is dumbstruck. Her eyes… he swears they were Elizabeth’s, the very same. Perhaps… he doesn’t want to get his hopes high… but perhaps she is the descendent Calypso had spoken of.

He steps into the grass to his port, striding through the dew towards the girl and her car. It makes a sound like a horn as she leaves it. Will picks up his pace. The girl is halfway to the building, walking along another gray path when he calls to her.

“Miss! Wait!”

She looks to him, her face pale, and she pauses. Will begins to slow, noticing how her feet shift, and he tries to catch her eyes but they are half closed in fear. Her fist clenches around something purple and triangular, and she sprints down the path.

“Wait! Please!” He calls after her, and he's off in pursuit. His sword clatters against his thigh. Something on her jingles, and it grows a little louder as he gains ground.

Unfortunately for him, this girl knows the place. She sprints straight through an enclave in the building. Then across the green, past what appears to be two courts made of sand, spanned by a net about twice as tall as himself. He dodges around the edge as she did, but she isn’t looking back. She’s hurrying forward, breathing hard. He’s breathing hard. He hasn’t had to run for anything really since… it must’ve been at least a few decades. As they run, they cut across several more gray paths, and for a second the crunch of grass gives way to loud, dull foot falls before they fly over grass once more. Only once they’ve started down another smaller hill does he realize how far she’s brought him. He’s been running for at least a couple of minutes, and looming before them is a building, with five sets of windows running up its height, separated from them by some black road made of the same material as the lot he had started after her in.

He stomps across the hard surface, and jumps over the yellow raised edge onto another gray path. The girl has reached what appears to be a door, and holds something black with yellow spots against the wall next to it. It emits a sharp squeal and clicks, and the girl throws the door open.

She glances at him, her face seizes when she realizes he’s followed her all this way and isn’t stopping and she sprints inside.

“Wait!” Will is forced to slow and grab the door as it’s nearly closed. Once inside he hears someone thunder up a set of stairs across the room. He launches himself up, taking them two at a time. They’re solid wood and turn once, 180 degrees. He uses the handy railing to keep himself from slamming into the stone wall. At the top are two doors, one on his starboard which leads outside and one into a hallway at his port. He chooses the port one, forcing himself past a young blonde woman who barely reaches his shoulders.

The girl slips behind a sort of pillar, and he sprints towards it. There, however, he is greeted with a loud slam as a solid wood door is slammed in his face, nearly impacting it.

He gets his arms up in time to keep his face from taking any damage. The girl inside screams, and he suddenly realizes why she might’ve run. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He steps back, heaving in the musky, humid air.

“Leave right the fuck now or I’m calling the cops!”

He doesn’t know what the cops are, but that surely can’t be good. “No! Please! Just let me explain!”

“I’m calling them!” She practically sings her shout.

“Please! Wait!” He slams his fist into the door, and a muffled ‘Jesus’ slips under the door. He seethes, shouting: “My name is William Turner! I believe - though somewhat distantly - we are related!”

“Yeah right, bitch ass!” The door rattles a bit as she continues, “I’m lookin’ at’cha, and you ain’t look nothin’ like nun’a my relatives.”

“Please, I promise I can explain! Just… come out! Look me in the eye. You’ll see it, I know.”

“Fuck that, you’re packin’ heat man! Even I ain’t that stupid!”

She must be related, judging solely from her abilities to curse worse than even the saltiest sailors Will had known in all his centuries. He glances at the handle, which hangs limp over a keyhole. A lock. A lock he can pick.

From his hair, Will withdraws a thin, silver pin. The tension against his skull lessens when he does, and he inserts the pin into the lock, making quick work of it. The door swings into the room and he burst in. The girl screams. Will swings around, slams the door, then swings back to her. She’s frozen against a thin sliver of a wall separating two open doors, each of which leads into another room.

She starts towards the farther of the two, only to stop as Will’s sword slides from its scabbard. He practically has it in her back. Her hands are half raised, level about with her shoulders, which she hunches in.

Her voice wavers. “Don’t… don’t kill me, please.”

Will snorts, pulling the sword away from her back. “And why would I do such a thing?”

She doesn’t even pause, “Because you’re a maniac cosplaying as a pirate and running around with a sword and telling people you’re related to them when you aren’t.”

He stops, and for the first time since he’s lain eyes on her, Will takes a proper look at just what she’s been wearing. Trousers, gray trousers with miniscule vertical lines running the length of them. Her shoes are black and appear to be made of something between leather and cloth. They are laced with dirty white laces and set upon dirty white soles. Her top is a gray sweater, perhaps the only item of clothing he can recognize from memory. Comparing that to his own garb… and he begins to realize another reason she might have chosen to run from him when he first approached.

“I…” he swallows, sliding his sword back into its scabbard. “I wish to apologize for my… rashness.”

The girl doesn’t move, nor does she speak, so Will takes a step closer and continues. “However, if you would allow me merely a moment to explain our relation…”

She groans. “Dude! We are not related!”

He flails for something, anything. “But you have her eyes!”

“Whose eyes!?!”

“Elizabeth’s.” He says softly.

The girl turns to him, brows furrowed, and her lips pulled into a half frown. “Who the hell is Elizabeth?”

Will shuts his eyes, the memories flooding back. He’s plenty of them from their late childhood and adolescence, even their early adulthood, but from there they grow in increments of ten, and she is rarely the same in each successive image. But her eyes… the same brown that shifted hazel in the sun and near muddy in the dark. The girl has her eyes.

“My… my wife.”

The girl cocks a brow, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “Dude, you can’t be any older than I am. There’s no way we’re related, even if it’s through your wife or whoever.”

A thread of panic swims across the scar in his chest. The scar where his heart should be, that was carved out when he became the captain…

That’s it! “I… I haven’t a heart.”

The girl looks disgusted. “And that’s relevant to this conversation how?”

Will swallows. It’s a crazy, bull-headed plan, but it could work. “I… I have no heart.” He repeats, a smile beginning to creep across his lips. “If I had no heart, I wouldn’t be standing before you, correct?”

“Right…?” She shrugs. “I mean, you look a little young for a pacemaker, but okay.”

Will has no idea what she’s talking about, so he continues, “And what if I told you that it had been carved out when I stabbed the heart of the previous captain of my ship, which is anchored in the river just over this bluff? That bound by its curse I was immortal, and had been sailing the seas, guiding lost souls to the Locker and Fiddler’s Green since the eve of my wedding?” Her lips curl into a snarl, “And that same heart lies in another chest, which I have not been able to find in the two centuries since it’s loss.”

“I’d say you’re fuckin’ crazy, yur talkin’ crazy, an’ I’m callin’ the cops.” She straightens, backing towards the open door just behind her.

“Listen to my heart!” The girl stops, cowering. He’d allowed his desperation to overtake him, dammit, but he needed her to believe him. “And if you don’t find one within my breast, then you will know that I am telling the truth.” She cocks a brow again, and Will realizes he must concede something on the off-chance Calypso has returned his cursed heart to his chest (though thus far all evidence has pointed to the contrary). “And if you should find it’s beat, you may call these cops.”

“Fine,” she steps into the room and shuts the door. A burst of air pushes past him, rusting his hair. Will returns the pin he’d used to pick the lock to his bandana, and the girl emerges as he brings his hands to his side. She comes bearing a box, which she sets on a sort of tabletop Will had not noticed, nestled ‘tween two walls. It is blue and surrounds a water basin over which some sort of spout sits. The girl lifts the top from the box, and setting it aside, draws out a long cord, with two prongs on one end and a single, circular something on the other.

“What is that?” he asks. The girl sets it around her neck and steps towards him.

“A stethoscope. To listen to your heart.” Will now cocks a brow. “What, I'm prenursing, I'm gonna need it eventually.” She takes it from her neck, sticking the two prongs into her ears, and slides the wider of the two circular sides down her shirt. She frowns, pulls it out, turns it so that the shorter side faces her, and tries again. After a moment, her face unscrunches, and she steps towards Will. “Open your shirt.”

Will opens his coat, revealing his shirt, of which the ties are undone. His scar is partially visible, and the girl cocks her brow again. If all she’s going to do is a cock a brow at anything that even remotely piques her interest, she is going to be very hard to read. “You cool if I touch you?”

“Yes, of course,” Will mutters, taken aback. He glances around the room, then back to her. Carefully, she sets the smaller circular head against his chest, right along his scar, near the bottom of his sternum.

Her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open a bit. She pulls the thing back and flips it once again. “Come on,” she sets it against his chest, but her eyes grow only wider. “No. That’s impossible.”

Will smirks, setting his hands on his hips. “There is no heartbeat, is there?”

“Mother fucker...” She taps the part of the thing she’d held against his chest, and instantly her face curls in pain. She pulls the prongs from her ear and sets it back on the counter. “You… you have to have a heartbeat; you’d be dead otherwise.”

“But I don’t, do I?” Will lets it sink in, and the girl’s eyebrows furrow. “Q.E.D, what I’ve just told you must be true.”

“Thats scientifically impossible.” She mutters.

Will groans through a smile. “You sound like Carina.”

“Who’s Carina?”

Will takes a breath. The simplest way to describe Carina? What would that be? “She is… my son’s wife. Another very distant relative of yours.”

“This makes even less sense,” she leans against the other wall, though she’s careful to keep her legs from touching what appears to be a white waste basket below her. “I must’ve crashed on the highway or some shit.”

“If you would allow me to explain, I believe I could begin to clear things up.” Will offers a hand to shake. “Do we have an accord?”

The girl starts to offer her hand, but stops, eyeing his hip. “Leave the sword here, and we talk in a public place. Then we have a deal.”

“Agreed.” Will shakes her hand, and as soon as it’s free begins removing his weapons belt. “Now, where should we continue this conversation, miss…”

“Mary Jones. There’s a coffee shop on campus that’s open today, and I’ve got dining dollars to burn.”

“Then I’ll follow you, Ms. Jones.”

“First, give me the sword,” she opens her hands rather expectantly. Will surrenders the scabbard, the girl grabs her stethoscope box, and enters the room she’d retrieved it from. “I can’t have a knife with a blade longer than three inches in here, so this is definitely gonna get me fined, and I’m too broke to afford it.” She sets the stethoscope box on a desk then climbs to the top of two bunk beds as she continues “Second, if my roommates find this, I’m fucked.”

She slides it beneath a mass of blankets and coats fit for the Queen of England, then crawling across the bed, drops to the window ledge on the outer wall, and jumps from that to the ground with a loud thump.

The bunk bed jimmies just a bit. Mary squeezes past Will, calling over her shoulder “Come on, you were the one who wanted to talk,” she stops in the doorway, hand resting on the knob “and loose the bandanna.”

“Well, I rather like it.”

“Loose it, or no talkie”.

Will concedes, untying the cloth which holds back his hair. It tumbles to his shoulders, and he slips the folded cloth and his silver hair pin into the breast pocket of his coat. “Better?”

“Yeees,” Mary opens the door. “After you.”

“No, after you.”

A slight smile piques her lips “Gallant. Don't see that much anymore.”

She still insists he exit before her, though she thanks him for the hospitality as they walk.

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