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Send me “↹” for my Muse’s reaction to yours pushing them out of harm’s way… and taking the blow instead.

“Lani!” Ward hissed when his daughter shoved him out of the way, jaw clenching as he looked at her. But when he saw her take the hit that had been for him, his blood ran cold. With five quick shots, the hostiles around them were out of action. Sprinting to her side, he wrapped an arm around her and scanned for injuries. “Squirt, dammit, where do you hurt? I’m getting you out of here. Now.”

“It’s, fine, dad,” she breathes, a cough fit hitting not too long after she speaks. The petite brunette opts to laying down a little longer, not finding the strength to even wiggle her toes. “Think it… grazed my side. No need to worry,” she assures, hissing in pain despite her words. 

“Didn’t…move quick enough, had to do something,” she reasons. “Where are we going?”

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send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did.

[text- DRAFT] Never forget I love you, Squirt.
[text- DRAFT] This mission turned sour. I love you and your mother.
[text- DRAFT] HYDRA are assholes
[text- DRAFT] We’re safe, and we broke out the scotch. And beer. And any alcohol around here.
[text- DRAFT] I will pay you to steal back my shirts from your mom.

[text: Squirt] I think your mom’s water just broke for your brother. All I’m getting are insane texts. Can you check on her for me?

[text: Kahu] Pffftttt, spare me the hilarity im fantastic~ No but in all seriousness im driving as quick as i physically can

[text: Kahu] Just picture me bowing at this point.

[text: Kahu] Thats a bummer

[text: Kahu] youshouldsavesome i mean what? i think i heard mom callin right now

[text: Kahu] Could be um, urgent.

[text: Squirt] Fantastic wouldn’t be the world I would use. Well, you could still drive quicker.

[text: Squirt] All I’m picturing are fallen buildings. 

[text: Squirt] You’re three, you are not getting any tequila. Hurry off to her then.

[text: Squirt] On a jet to your location. Messaged Simmons and she’ll be there soon.

[text: Kahu] Sass master dad here, you know its trueeee~ Where else would i get it from?

[text: Kahu] > : c fine then none for you i guess

[text: Kahu] …Tattletale. IM ALMOST THERE THOUGH.

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It’s Christmas Eve! Send a number from 1-28 to see what yours gets!
15 - A breath mint

“Merry Christmas, Squirt,” Ward said as he slid over a small glass tray, on it a single breath mint next to the decorative bow. “You smelt a bit funny yesterday.”

“Lani, I am your father and I love you, but you are strange.” Ward shook his head slowly, if not slightly amused at his daughter. Noticing her rubbing her pulse point, an eyebrow shot up. “I’m not going to even ask how you knew about that mission.” Pulling out the items she mentioned and placing them by his side on the couch, he couldn’t help the smile that erupted. “Thank you, Squirt. They’re pretty great.” Leaning over, he wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulders. “Do you want to help me put the necklace on? Then I’ll give you your gifts.”

Lani scoffs, bemused. “Your point being?” she quickly quips, continuing her ministrations on her wrist. “Good. I was just…worried, is all.” She fidgets on her toes, nervous energy surrounding her until she heard his answer, wrapping her arms around him tightly in kind. 

“Glad you like them, Kahu. Course, i’d be glad to!–” she answers, going behind him to carefully place the necklace around his neck securely. It gets her all chocked up, for whatever reason, but she wipes the tears away the trace of coming tears. “Now…” she teases, awaiting her present, even if just seeing her father was enough of one.

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5 things you would put on a pentagram to summon me

Ward appeared seemingly out of no where. “You called?”

Ward’s hopes rose for a moment, believing a little that she might accept reading it. “War and Peace by Tolstoy. It was written by a Russian. So help me if you don’t read it at some point, because I will make you.”

He tried to gently pull his arm back, only putting up with the pulling because she was his daughter. “Delayed gratification?” He suggested with a shrug, not knowing what would convince her. “What did you do this-” the words stopped coming when he saw the medallion, eyebrows shooting up in confusion. “I’m going to have to inform Skye she gave birth to a Disney mermaid. Where did you even find that thing and what is it for?”

Lani inwardly groans, but accepts with a small sigh, knowing it would make him happy, at least. “Alright, ones of these days i’ll give it a a shot, then.”

“Well… ta da, I guess?” she grins unsurely, lifting the medallion up from its place to show it off in the light, “And psh, whats your deal with collecting knickknacks? I feel it livens up the place quite a bit– Oh, where’d I find it… Well, that’s a bit harder to explain,” she breathes in, then out, “I guess the more condensed story would be to say, near the beach? It was sitting in a pile of ashes, all by itself. Now… the ‘what it’s for’ bit? Not a hundred percent sure. All I got from it is that it could be a depiction of the goddess Pele, usually famous for being surrounded by volcanoes, but was known to cause earthquakes in her rages,” she says in slight awe, thumbing across the image. “Which is, weirdly fitting, ‘cause… well, ashes.”