FIRE'S FATALITY

ind. aliya from deadpool 2. written by maggie. please read pages.

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Emma Swan + Really/Seriously

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There’s a knife in your dick, yeah. 

[jones-jessica]

#big mood

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aliya: *passing out flyers on a windy tuesday afternoon* hi, president of the nate summers fanclub. we’re holding an open house for people interested in joining, meetings on sundays. you’re welcome to drop by anytime though!

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bredintowar‌:

         it takes Nate far too long to respond to anything. he knows it’s really her, he can feel her firm and warm and alive against him, hugging him so tight he can’t breathe. it’s not just because of her grip, though. he’s in so much shock it feels as if his lungs have forgotten how to properly breathe, but he really doesn’t want to pass out in front of Aliya right now, so he forces himself to breathe, even if it ends up being more of a wheeze, arms slipping down to wrap tight around her waist, forehead briefly pressing against her shoulder. his throat burns because he wants to cry out of joy, but they’re far too exposed right now. he doesn’t want to be seen crying by people he barely knows.

          “i’m not a hero. i was going to kill a fucking kid to get you and Hope back. Hope– is she here? did you bring her? w-where is she?” his voice is shaking, wanting to see his beloved daughter. God, he missed his girls so, so much. every time he closed his eyes, he would see them, but he abandoned them. how could he be a hero when he left them behind like that? he stayed in this timeline to save Wade and to save the future from turning into their future, but still. Aliya and Hope mean more to him than anybody else. he’s not going to lose them ever again. 

         when she shakes him, it helps to get his mind back on track. he feels more grounded now, no longer like he’s seconds away from passing out. he can tell she’s angry– furious, actually, and he doesn’t blame her. she should slap him, yell at him more. shouldn’t even give him the privilege of touching her because of what he did. “Aliya, my love… i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i didn’t… i didn’t want to leave you. but i had to stay. the future isn’t going to be fixed if i don’t do something about it. i had to stay,” he says, looking at her with tears in his organic eye, brows furrowed and shoulders shaking. it’s only when he bows his head that he sees the huge growth of her belly. that–

        “are you– are you pregnant?”

❝ i know, i know. it was him though, baby. russell. he told me that you went back to kill him- but you didn't- he wanted to repay you, found the time machine and brought it to me. he brought you to me. to us. she's inside, baby. she's inside. i didn't know if it'd be you, really you. ❞ there's a certain glint to her eye, just before she slowly adds, ❝ i didn't want to get hope's hopes up. ❞

her head sears like air raid sirens are blaring in her ears. it's too bright, she's not used to the air, but all of a sudden she can't get enough of it- nate- because nate- she screams at him, yells at him, and she's just shaking him- it's not enough- she lets go, only to grab him again, fists full of his shirt as she shakes him one more time. whether it's her fault or not, the tears come. and god, she can't watch nate cry- because they're surrounded by people they don't know. she lets out a sob, and when her hands touch his face again, they're gentle. he apologizes. then apologizes again.

                    i'm sorry.                           ❝ okay. ❞                     i'm so sorry.                           ❝ okay. ❞

his head sinks forward, and she sets her forehead against his. then he talks, and her eyes flick up to his. finally, that frustration that's wrinkling her brow ebbs, and she smiles. there's a lot here to work with, but she opens her mouth and all that comes out is, ❝ you didn't come home, nate. that night... i was gonna tell you. i stayed up just thinkin' you were gonna be late. ❞

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         Nate would be a liar if he said this world hadn’t started to change him. it’s so much more different than from where he comes from, and though he’s tried to find a place to call home here, he hasn’t been able to. Wade and Neena and the others have been good to him, that’s for sure– even after he tried to kill them both. he appreciates what they’ve done for him, and it’s not their fault he still feels so out of place and uncomfortable. with his wife and daughter gone, everything feels different and he feels incomplete. he’s always depended on Aliya for confidence and comfort.

        even with his distrust and anxieties, he has been communicating with the X-Men. they’re the good guys here, and if he truly wants to stop the future from turning into absolute shit, he’s going to need help. he’s got the knowledge of what needs to be done to prevent the world from falling into endless war, but he needs more strength behind him. as prideful as he is, he’s not stupid. 

           after being called to the mansion and being assured he’d really want to come see for himself, he hopped into the cab called for him, his weapons securely stored and his guard high. he doesn’t really think anything bad is going to happen once he arrives, but then again, he’s always prepared for shit to go down. it’s a huge reason he’s still alive. everything sounds more realistic than having Aliya back, but when Nate is dropped off in front of the large mansion, who does he end up seeing? Aliya; the love of his life, the woman of his dreams. the reason he ended up in this timeline in the first place, to bring her and their daughter back. he saved their lives, but instead of returning back to them like he intended to, he brought Wade back and stayed to save the future. he’s always been a sacrificial person.

         “A-Aliya,” he breathes, his voice shaky, eyes wide in disbelief. his hands tremble and nothing in this strange fucking world exists besides her. it’s always been just her and her eyes and her hands, her hair and her lips, her everything. “Aliya.” repeated, still as shaky as the first one. he approaches her slowly, nearly stumbling over his own feet. “is it– you? how did you…”

                    ❝ nate. ❞

it's him. it's - honest to anything above - him. aliya pushes herself off the column she was leaning on, a swimmer off the wall, and she's going down the lane between the clean cut lawns. she squints; it's too bright in the past. she's used to the pollution blotting the skies, perpetual darkness. they're sewer rats, the pair of them. never meant for the light of day. and yet. and yet.

he moves forwards uncertain. it fucking kills her to see him like this. there's a wound here, in him, in his heart. it kills her that she is this great big chunk of him. his voice trembles out of him, shaking enough that she's afraid it's going to quake apart. she wants to scoop it out of the air, keep in a jar or something. keep him. just fucking keep a part of him. he moves forward slowly. not fast enough, it seems, because all of a sudden her feet are moving quicker underneath her. she runs to him. it's always him she runs to.

❝ nate. oh my god. nate! ❞

if she could've leaped into his arms, she would have. but nothing stops her from throwing her arms around his neck and hanging on as tight as she can, pressing to him as tight as she can. her hand at the back of his neck, clinging, nails digging into skin and into the crevices of metal. she nearly sobs then, but she's too busy littering the side of his face with kisses.

❝ sugar, it's me. really me. there was a man- i didn't know who he was- one of us. he found me, told me you went back in time to save us- ❞

aliya yanks back all of a sudden, her hands cradling his face.

❝ he said you saved everyone. that you were a hero. but you couldn't come back. i... ❞ her eyes are welling with tears, so tired of the brightness, so tired of crying over losing nate. he's right here. but she's been alone, trying to take care of hope, trying to find him- her hands jump down to his shoulders and she gives him a shake.

❝ damn you! do you know? do you know? do you... you were GONE, nate! you didn't come home! ❞

[mikaelsonsource]

Is this the rest of my life? A rage that can only be quieted by violence?

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@bredintowar liked a starter call

it takes her seven months to rebuild the timeslider. it takes another seventeen days to muster up the courage to pack up her and hope and slam them into a new age. a time before hope can begin to understand. the time before WAR. it was enough of a risk to use a source of travel that she could barely begin to understand.

she keeps safe houses in mind as she and hope begin their search. after all, aliya isn’t going to be able to fight while she’s in labour. she learned that the hard way with hope. hope, a new dawn in the middle of their fight for survival in a world that didn’t want them. aliya builds her guns, teaches hope to master accuracy, and when her nine months are up, she packs their things and they make their way into the top right corner of america. north salem, westchester county in new york. xavier’s. the x-men. 

THE X-MEN. they fought the good fight for as long as they could. their influence ripples down their family. she has half a mind to look to hope and tell her the significance of shaking the team leader’s hand. but he watches them, hovers as he shows them to a room for just the pair of them. just before he goes, aliya’s hand darts out. she waits until he meets her eye before she tells him.

                    ❝ cyclops. thank you. ❞

just because she’s made a pitstop doesn’t mean she stops looking. if anything, mutants are forced to keep their ears to the ground in the super community. surely someone’s heard of a metal-armed man wandering around.

... okay, turns out there’s a lot of those. but the name CABLE comes from piotr rasputin, a sweet man who absolutely doted on the daysprings. it’s him. aliya knows. she tells him to find a way to get nate to the mansion. the day of, she’s waiting outside the front door, too tired to be on her feet, but too round to guarantee she could get to her feet by herself if she sat down on the one step ledge. she waits for a yellow cab to pull up.

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@nomadshield​ liked a starter call

since sliding into 2018, aliya and her daughter had hit the ground running. their appearance in the past had obviously rung somebody’s alarm. scientists looking for something, the final line of their thesis, their experiments.  oh god she can’t go back to that. where the FUCK is nate?  and it hits her. that if they’d pinpointed her landing, the people chasing her must have seen nate’s landing too. she could find where he landed, follow the clues from there.

she figures that her hunters don’t know what to think when she turns around and starts hunting them. she’s not killing anyone. granted, she could. but she has a responsibility. hope, sure, but from day one aliya’s put a gun in her hands, told her to shoot in defense. if they’re separated, aliya’s confident that hope can handle herself. no no, aliya has the timeline to consider. she can’t fuck anything up. when they find nate, they’re all gonna go to the home they know.

maybe it was a foresight she hadn’t consciously acknowledged. that she couldn’t kill these — avengers. maybe there was some history lesson in the back of her mind putting them out of range of her wild wrath. she makes it all the way into their base’s labs before they even notice her trespassing. her gun fires up, glowing gold between the makeshift parts.

                                        one of them grabs hope, and that’s it for aliya.

❝ i’ll tell you once and only once. ❞ there’s a deadly whir from the weapon in her hands as she points it directly at her daughter’s assailant. ❝ she isn’t going to be your experiment like the rest of our kind. you take your ugly 2000 human hands off her or i’ll take you out through her. you can take me, you do what you gonna do, but she walks free. ❞ her head whips around to glare at the other teammates surrounding her. there’s one, standing there with a dumb ass target on his arm. she singles him out by barking at him, ❝ you the ringleader of this shitstack? ❞

[unwanted-animal]

↪Cable being hot as FUCK

[ilovejoshbrolin]

02-09-18, Via Kathryn’s Insta

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like for a starter from the timetraveller’s wife’s husband’s wife.