#mayskye

To love (is to tremble sometimes)

[AO3] {Maydaisy, rated G, 800w}

Summary: When Daisy asked May to consider motherhood together, reluctance was to be expected. But it doesn't all come from what Daisy would have expected.

Notes: Written for @loved-the-stars-too-fondly prompt: "and I had a feeling so peculiar/this pain wouldn’t be for evermore”. You can read my other Valentine Gifts here.

Sneak-peek:

But Skye happened, and May rediscovered that her hands were not only meant to kill but could be used to teach and to hold. But Daisy happened and May remembered that she didn’t suffer through her trauma because she didn’t care but because she cared too much, and there were better ways to redirect that intensity of feelings than into loathing herself.

Femslash Feb 2019 Masterpost

Thanks to @jemmafitzsimmons for the banner, and to all of you for participating in another fantastic round of Femslash Feb!

Keep your eyes peeled for our next challenge which will drop in early April, and in the meantime, check out the works below and give our authors & their favourite femslash ships some love. 

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Beautiful begins underneath by @huntxngbxrd (ship: pipsy) Daisy and Pipsy go lingerie shopping together.

You, me, and Delilah makes three by @tomaztastic (ship: pipsy) Daisy has an idea. Piper's not sure about it but goes along with it because she loves Daisy. Turns out, it's the second best idea Daisy's ever had.

Sunset in the sky, bid the day goodbye by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly (ship: mayskye, brotp: team) - It's the night before a big day for the whole SHIELD family, but no one wants this one to end just yet.

Not love at first sight by @the-nerdy-stjarna (ship: pipsy) In the aftermath of the events of Season 5, Daisy is spiralling and needs to feel something - anything - that’s good. A friend reaches out, and something beautiful begins.

It ain’t easy wearing green by @florchis (ship: mockingshot) Hogwarts AU. Bobbi and Elena decide to finally exchange ties, but Elena’s friends don’t take it as well as she was expecting. Luckily, her girlfriend is there to comfort her.

Tell me a story by @florchis (ship: mockingshot) Bobbi comes back from a mission wearing a dress that Elena appreciates a lot. Shenanigans ensue. (NSFW).

Waking up slow by @huntxngbxrd (ship: skimmons) Daisy and Jemma spend a lazy Saturday morning together.

Wherever I’m with you by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly (ship: skimmons) “Step 12: When you find it, buy it.” - Slice of life fluff, in which Daisy and Jemma move into their first home.

Part of my Daisy + her Shield family oneshot series, which are on ao3 here

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Daisy was in an empty room of the lighthouse, where she had managed to string a punching bag to the ceiling and was in the process of beating it senseless.

The ache in her arms was distracting her from the ache still lingering in her neck, and the buzzing that had returned throughout her entire body. She closed her eyes and swung blindly, trying not to look the rope burns on her arms. But closing her eyes only resulted in seeing Fitz, standing over her with a scalpel against the darkness of her eyelids.

"Daisy?"

She whirled around, not registering the voice and ready to tell them to leave her alone, but froze seeing May. "I didn't know you were back."

May raised an eyebrow. "What the hell happened while we were gone? Fitz is in a cell, Mack and Yo-Yo said they didn't even really know what happened and that I should talk to you or Simmons, but Simmons hasn't even come out of her room."

Daisy only growled out, "We got the rift closed." And proceeded her assault on the bag.

May quickly picked up on the rage in Daisy's brutal and violent hits, and the way her eyes were cold and harsh. But she also picked up on the way her lips were pressed tightly together as if to stop them from quivering, and the way her hands trembled as they pulled back. She moved forward and grabbed Daisy's wrist, stopping her from the throwing another blow. She examined the mark on her arm, then looked up at her again, prodding her to explain.

Daisy sighed, letting her arms fall to her sides before tilting her head so the bandage on her neck where the inhibitor should be was visible.

May frowned and reached a hand forward to gently brush some of Daisy's hair out of the way. She touched the edge of the bandage questioningly, watching the other girl's face for any signs of protest before carefully pulling the gauze back. She stared at the swollen skin around nasty deep cut, and May knew enough about wounds to know that this would definitely scar. The stitches were done carelessly, so she knew it definitely wasn't the work of Simmons.

Rather than ask the expected question of what had happened, she covered the cut again and asked, "You stitch yourself up?"

Daisy nodded. "Jemma wasn't in the right state of mind to do it. Not that I was either." She swallowed, then reached a hand out to quake the punching bag. The force pulled it from the ceiling and sent it flying to other side of the room.

"Thought you didn't want your powers back," May remarked, raising an eyebrow again, watching as Daisy's shoulders shook.

"I didn't. Though apparently what I want doesn't matter."

The marks on her arms, the cut on her neck, and Daisy's rage all clicked together in her mind. A sickening feeling settled in her stomach at the thought. The only part that didn't quite fit was...

"Fitz." Daisy almost spat his name out. "Programmed the robot to shoot at Mack, choke me unconscious, point a gun at Jemma and Deke. Strapped me to a table and was already cutting into me before he even realized what he was doing. He thought it had all been the Doctor, from the rift. He realized he had done everything and by some twisted logic decided that he might as well go along with it."

"And you're sure it was him?"

"Jemma called it some split personality disorder or something because of the framework. But it was definitely him." She walked over and fell against the wall, her body sagging and voice turning somber. "It was definitely him."

May followed, sliding down next to her. "Never would've thought Fitz to be capable of something like that."

"I didn't either, until I was screaming and begging him to stop and he ignored it." Daisy looked down at her hands, curling them together and making a small ball of energy there. "I guess this is how it happens, huh? How I become the Destroyer of Worlds."

"We can still stop that from happening, Daisy."

"Yeah..." She let her hands drop down into her lap, the energy dissipating. "I just can't stop thinking about it. What could've possibly driven me to a point of wanting to destroy the world? I know you, FitzSimmons, and Yo-Yo all survive, and I would like to think that as long as you guys are okay then I would be able to stay somewhat stable. But I guess after what Fitz did, even this family isn't set in stone."

"We don't even know if you do it on purpose. Or if it was actually you."

"Look at the facts, May."

"I'm looking at them right now. And that facts are," She grabbed Daisy's shoulder, making them face each other. "That you're a good person. No matter how much you try and convince yourself otherwise. You aren't Quake: Destroyer Of Worlds, you're Daisy Johnson, and Daisy, you would never purposefully destroy the world. That isn't who you are."

After a moment Daisy nodding, moving so she could rest her head on May's shoulder, who surprisingly didn't protest or tense. They shared a moment of peaceful silence before May spoke again.

"Just like the Doctor isn't who Fitz is. You know that, right? Fitz would never hurt you unless he believed it was the only way. He's dealt with too many things that messed with his mind. You know that, right?"

For a long while Daisy didn't answer. Eventually she said, "I know. That doesn't make it any less painful though."

Coulson, May, & Daisy: Shelter

Song: “Shelter” - Dorothy

Song Link: x

A quick little ficlet that was prompted to me by Ionsai for my Pregnancy!verse:  “Can we see a fic with Lily a little older 4 or 5 not understanding why Daisy doesn't call Phil/Melinda "mommy and daddy" like she does?” I have other prompts to fill, but I couldn’t resist writing this.

This and the rest of the ‘verse can be read on AO3.

It was a rare occasion:  A peaceful night at the Playground with the whole team gathered around. In their line of work, slow days were few and far between, and they had learned to savor them whenever they floated by.

On this particular night, everyone was gathered in the common room after dinner. Fitz and Simmons were curled up on one end of the couch, their hands intertwined between them. Daisy was on the other end, typing furiously on her laptop. Mack and Elena were sitting at the table with Hunter and Bobbi playing cards. Occasionally, Hunter would yell in frustration, and Bobbi would smack him before he could curse. Then Hunter would turn and mouth “Sorry” to May and Coulson, who were sitting on the other couch. Their five-year-old daughter Lily was perched on Coulson’s lap, babbling to him for the sixth time about how she’d met Wanda Maximoff last week.

“I’m going to put a muzzle on him one of these nights,” May said after the fourth instance of Hunter almost swearing. “It would serve him right.”

Lily turned to her mother. “Mommy, what’s a muzzle?”

“It’s something people put on their mouths,” Coulson said, shooting May a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “It’s not a nice thing.”

Lily seemed satisfied with this answer and looked over at Daisy. “Daisy,” she said, “can we play now?”