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Parahumans Series - Wildbow

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Other Relationship Tags to Be AddedAmy Dallon | Panacea | Red Queen/Original Female Character(s)

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Amy Dallon | Panacea | Red QueenVictoria Dallon | Glory Girl | AntaresOriginal Female Character(s)New Wave (Parahumans)Butcher (Parahumans)

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TranshumanismCanon-Typical ViolenceNazi PunchingMental InstabilityPresentation!Eventual FluffThe slope is steep and well lubricatedTeenagersEventual Descent Into VillainyCanon-Typical Amy ProblemsShaper Pokes Amy With A StickThen Bludgeons Her Over The Head With ItRomanceHold My BeerFluff and AngstSlice of LifealmostLGBTQ ThemesBe gayDo Crime!Unreliable NarratorMagical Girls

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Published:2024-12-10Updated:2025-07-19Words:141,038Chapters:33/?Comments:132Kudos:451Bookmarks:159Hits:29,480

Amelia Fulminate

Kathrine_von_Gilkira_Magnolia

Summary:

Amy Dallon wakes up in a hospital on the 16th of October, 2010 after suffering a minor case of shard induced brain reorientation. But she doesn't know that. Or anything else for that matter, because amnesia is a very convenient way to get rid of those pesky rules.

Everybody is surprisingly nonchalant about her spontaneous brain damage, just a few days later and she's back in school, then given some white robes and told to heal people. It's so tragic that Amy has the most boring power ever… or so they thought. Creativity is the mother of progress, and Amelia is practically exploding with the stuff.

Magical girl Amy romance.

Notes:

Inspired by Inheritance by FirstSelector, Pendragoon

Inspired by A Ruinous Gift by Noodlehammer

Inspired by Panacea's Remedy by JollyHippopotamus

Þ is for chapters, ƸÏƷ1.0 is the line break butterfly.

Use Ctrl+F, good luck.

Chapter 1: Þ - Greetings 1.1

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{Test bip, italics, bold, ¹²³}

Þ - Greetings 1.1

(When?)

*Beep*

*Beep*

*Beep*

The repeating pattern of a heart rate monitor chimed throughout the room. It was annoying. She didn't like it. Neither did she care much for the several tubes currently violating her body. After a few uncertain minutes she decided that she'd had enough and began waking herself up.

Eyes fluttered open and observed the state of the hospital room she was in. 'White floor tiles, sheets, walls, ceiling, and lights. Oh hey, grey doors, neato.' the girl in the bed thought to herself. There was a pretty looking blonde sitting on one of the chairs next to her bed, she was looking at her phone, typing something. The girl's head was still filled with a sleepy fog, but she could feel that something was wrong.

Like she'd forgotten that she'd left her oven on, or something.

Yet it didn't seem too important, so she just continued to lay there. Eventually she reached up to scratch her cheek, and the blonde noticed the sound of the rustling cloth. The blonde then glanced up from her phone for a moment, and then immediately dropped the phone, flew off the chair, and then hugged the girl tightly.

"Ames, you're awake! We've all been so worried about you! What were you thinking working yourself to the brink like that, you big dummy!" the pretty blonde said, as she literally hovered over the girl.

The hug startled the girl enough to mostly wake her up, and once she recovered from the surprise she shoved the blonde away. That random hug was much not something she wanted from an unknown blonde that was for some reason in her hospital room.

"Huh? What's wrong?" the blonde asked from her place in the air.

"Why are you here?" the girl asked, her voice filled with aggression — and a little fear — at the stranger's presence. It was fine before when the girl was sleepy and the blonde was doing her own thing, but the girl didn't like the ditz being so up in her face.

It was visible that the blonde was immensely confused. "What, am I not allowed to visit my favourite sister in the hospital?"

'Sister,' the word rang like a bell in the girl's head. She didn't remember having a sister… but she also didn't remember not having a sister. Once she started trying to remember her first line of thought was, 'Okay, don't panic. What is the last thing I remember?' Which failed.

She could remember the pythagorean theorem, algebra, geometry, biology, and a bunch of other academics that one would learn in school. And she could remember some useless trivia, like that Shadow Stalker was a new addition to the Wards, and the locations of all the hospitals in Brockton Bay. But anything specific, anything that she personally would've known was just… not there.

"Fuck," the girl — Ames, apparently — spoke outloud. "I don't remember," she said more quietly.

Which made her sister worried. "What don't you remember?" her sister asked cautiously.

Ames looked up to meet her sister's eyes. "Most things, I think. Your name, my name, why I'm in a hospital to begin with, and anything remotely constituting a personal memory. My favourite colour, what middle school I attended, hobbies… I'd assume I have hobbies, right?" she listed off.

The blonde was silent for a few seconds. There was no way that her sister wasn't pulling her leg. That wasn't just something that happened to people! "Haha, very funny, Amy. You got me. You can stop now." she denied, but ultimately knew deep down that her sister would never try to pull that sort of joke. She'd definitely make jokes about it, but not pull it, not go so far.

Amy stared at her sister. They had different hair. The blonde had, well, blonde hair, which was wavy and voluminous in a very beautiful way. But at the corners of her vision she saw that her hair was clearly brown and curly, nothing at all like her sister's.

Reaching out into empty air, Amy flexed her will, and a tiny bit of metal from the frame of her bed formed a sheet of reflective foil. Using that same mental muscle, she kept it from crumpling as she inspected her face with the mirror. It was disappointingly nothing like the blonde's, and Amy sighed as she returned the metal to its place. Unfortunately she wasn't even half as pretty as the blonde bombshell.

"We don't really look like sisters," she said, much to her sister's discomfort.

"Ames… shit." she cursed. "I- I need to call Mom. A-are you sure that you don't remember anything? Nothing at all? Please," the blonde asked, hovering over the bed and holding both of Amy's hands. Ames wouldn't forget her like that. She wouldn't!

Amy pulled her hands back out of surprise. The flashes of anatomy were less than pleasant, when unexpected. So after moment she reached out and continued the hand holding, after a muttered "Sorry,"

"You're adopted," Of course she was. Amy'd be surprised if she wasn't.

"Yeah, I figured… What's your name? If you're my sister, I should know your name." the poor amnesiac requested, which finally tipped the scales in Vicky's head from denial to horrified belief.

She turned sideways and floated down to hug Amy with both of them now on the bed. "I'm Vicky, and you're my sister Amy." Vicky started explaining in a subdued fashion. "About a week ago you- you were working late in one of the hospitals, a-and in the middle of healing somebody you had a stroke… You're really amazing like that. Healing people I mean. That's basically all you ever did, but I won't let that happen again. We are going to get you some normal hobbies and you are going to like it this time!" Vicky said with as much bravado as she could muster. Amy decided to attribute her sister's lack of eloquence to a heavy overdose of emotion

"Okay, I'm open to trying new things. Healing sounds boring as a hobby anyways." she said, mildly aware that she was low-level disassociating to delay the inevitable panic at her total lack of self identity.

" *gasp* Who are you? And what have you done with my sister?!" Vicky shouted.

To which Amy responded with a deadpan stare. "Seriously?"

Vicky giggled a little from her spot next to Amy. "At least that's still the same." she said, giving Amy a fleck of hope regarding herself.

Amy huffed, but was happy — on the inside — that Vicky lightened up. "You should call Mom, and a doctor."

"But you're comfy, and I missed you."

She patted Vicky's head. "Vicky, please, I'm doing my best to not panic, but I really would prefer that we keep the ball rolling." Really this whole thing was incredibly terrifying. She woke up with no memories, and in almost any other circumstances she'd be frothing with paranoia. But this was a hospital. She was safe. There would be loads of paperwork that would make faking this specific situation near impossible.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Fine," Vicky then floated out of the cuddle and grabbed her phone from the chair she'd left it on. She started tapping away at it, but was almost immediately interrupted.

"Wait. We should talk to the hospital staff first, then they can call Mom in a more official manner."

Vicky raised her eyebrows, but acquiesced to her sister's desired order of operations.

Soon enough they had Amy's doctor in the room and were explaining the situation to him. He was quite confused about how a stroke followed by a week long coma could've caused such severe memory loss, but after several minutes it was determined that the amnesia clearly wasn't normal and there wasn't much they could do about it. Once that was over, the hospital called Amy's mom, Carol Dallon, and told her that Amy had woken up. Luckily it was a Saturday, so Carol arrived after about twenty minutes.

During which Amy and Vicky talked extensively, with the latter doing her best to tell her sister everything she'd forgotten. It left a small dent, but everything wasn't exactly something they could fully cover in an afternoon. They did, however, have a small sparkly of hope in the form of Amy remembering her phone password when the topic came up.

"I'll probably be spending a lot of time on wikis, after I get out of here." she said, as she looked at her own page of the Parahumans Online Wiki. "My original power works through clothes now." the girl noticed.

Her sister was about to respond when the door opened. It was their mother. Amy recognised her from some of the photos that Vicky had been showing. "Amy? The doctor explained the situation. How are you holding up?" the woman asked.

"Alive, kinda, it's philosophically debatable. Hi, Mom." Amy greeted a little shyly. Her mom had a clear family resemblance to Victoria, but was much more imposing in person than the photos had implied.

"Right, hello Amy. We should be able to get you checked out of here today, and then I'll call the Pelhams so we can have a New Wave meeting tomorrow." Carol said, as she ran a hand through her short blonde hair. "The Pelhams are your cousins, my sister's kids. And after that, later in the day, we'll see if you're up for school on Monday. Though if you have trouble with that we can get you tutoring, or accommodations if the brain damage has longer-term symptoms.

"Alright," Amy acknowledged. She'd expected her mom to make a bigger deal of things, but apparently Carol was made of some very sturdy stuff. Though she was just a wee bit miffed at the insinuation that she was mentally lacking, even if she knew it was a valid concern.

ƸÏƷ1.1

(Saturday, October 16th, 2010)

"And here we are, home sweet home." Vicky narrated to her sister as the car pulled into the Dallon family's driveway. It was a moderately large single family home in a suburban neighbourhood made of hundreds of similar houses.

When Vicky floated out of her seat and hovered over to the house's door, a curious thought entered Amy's mind. "I wonder if I can fly," she said out loud.

"Um?" Vicky turned away from the door. "What'cha mean?" Her lack of humour at the idea caused Carol to pay more attention as she exited the car after them. How could Amy possibly think she might be able to fly?

"Well, I held that mirror together, so…" she trailed off, concentrating on testing her hypothesis. Previously she'd gripped the metal of the bed frame and held it all in a flat ellipse to make a mirror, but she knew it wasn't just metal. Thus, she gripped the air, held it solid, and lifted it up. Which lifted her up! Just a few inches, but still, she was off the ground! Amy's concentration wavered and she dropped back onto the yard, but that didn't stop the grin on her face.

Vicky stared at her with an identical grin. "Short range matter manipulation used as telekinesis to lift your clothes? Or was it the air around you? Either way, that's awesome!" They high-fived. "We are so-"

"What was that?" Carol incredulously demanded, because Amy really shouldn't have been able to do that with what Carol knew of her powers.

"Oh, right! Amy now has some sort of sphere around her in which she can manipulate nonliving matter." Vicky explained.

"And my touch based power now works through clothes." Amy elaborated.

A shiver ran down Carol's spine. Oh, great, that's just what the city needed. Panacea with flight, and getting into cape fights no doubt. One week without her was already bad enough for morale. Carol sighed, she'd let the kids deal with power testing when they meet up tomorrow. "Just remember, no flying in the house." she said, as she opened the door and led the way inside.

"Why do I feel like there's a history to that rule?" Amy asked her sister.

A masculine voice came from farther inside. "Because your sister keeps flying through walls," Mark walked around the corner, and Vicky — somehow — brightened even more.

"Dad!" She flew into him with a tackle, entrapping him with a short lived hug. He was up off the couch, which was good. He spent too much time doing nothing.

Clinical depression did that to people. "Hi, Vicky. Hi, Amy." he said. It was better than nothing, and that much they were glad for.

"Hello, Dad," Amy greeted, as she gave him a much smaller hug than the one Vicky had. They made some small talk for a bit, but eventually they broke off the conversation so that Vicky could give her a tour of the house. The final part of the tour was Amy's room.

It was completely normal for a teenager's bedroom. Cleaner than Vicky's, but still a little messy. Had all the things she'd expected; a bed, desk, closet, clothes, etc. The carpet could use a vacuuming, and the various items strewn about could be organised, but those would be done later.

For now Amy threw off her clothes into her laundry hamper and started perusing the closet. It was underwhelming. 'A brown hoodie and grey sweatpants is good enough for now, but I definitely need to go shopping. I'll ask Vicky about it, she seems to have a fashion sense.' She'd bathed earlier — in the hospital — before changing into the clothes Mom had brought, but that was somewhat rushed and not at all relaxing. So, with clothes in hand, she entered the bathroom that Vicky'd shown her minutes prior.

She turned on the water before removing her undergarments, and by the time she was ready the water was most of the way towards warm. Amy was thankful that she hadn't forgotten how to bathe herself. She could only imagine the embarrassment if she couldn't perform basic hygiene.

Half way through washing herself, Amy paused. A small flex of her powers later and she was clean. Dead skin and body hair simply disappeared into the water, and any bacteria or fungi growing on her was metered into harmlessly smelling like roses. Turning off the water, Amy stepped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. It was covered in fog, but that was also cleared away by her power. Such precise telekinesis was very convenient.

Clean clothes were put on, and she was lured downstairs by the smell of dinner cooking. She found her mom in the kitchen layering up some sort of macaroni casserole.

Amy leaned forward against the kitchen's island. "Hia, Mom. What'cha making?" she asked.

Carol didn't look up, focused on her task as she was. "Chicken rotini casserole," she answered absentmindedly. "It'll be ready in… 40 minutes, to eat. It'll need to cool." She placed it in the oven for 30, then turned around to look at Amy. "Do you need something?"

"Nope. Wait, actually, I want to watch the food." She then walked around the island and crouched down in front of the over. Carol took a few steps back, so that they weren't on top of each other.

"Why?" she inquired.

"I thought it might look interesting. And I was right, it does." Amy said, eyes fixed on the casserole, but the interesting part wasn't being perceived with her eyes. Amy didn't exactly know what she was seeing, but she had ideas and curiosity, so she was going to at least try to find out.

"…Alright, well, I'll leave you to it then." her mom said, clearly bemused.

"Bye, Mom. See you in half an hour." Amy replied. She spent that whole half hour staring at the oven. It was obvious enough that her Shaker ability was less precise than her Striker one, but it could still almost make out the chemical reactions happening if she put her full focus on it. It was also less intuitive than her Striker power. As in it came with a lot less built-in understanding and knowledge.

Vicky's voice startled her out of her thoughts. "Wow, Mom was right! You really are just glaring at the casserole." Vicky said, standing behind her. With a flick of her power, Amy shoved her sister's hair into her face. "Pffft," she sputtered.

Amy stood up and looked at her sister, simultaneously returning Vicky's hair to perfect order. "Yeah, it's… interesting, okay?"

Vicky shrugged. "If you say so," It was a little weird, but not problematic. Everything was a new experience for Amy right now, which was understandable, but she'd hopefully lose interest in ovens soon enough.

"Oh right, I wanted to ask you about-" *BEEP* She was interrupted by the oven finishing.

"Hold on one second," Vicky reached into the oven and pulled out the casserole. Amy instinctually grabbed her shoulder, but remembered that she and Vicky were superheroes when she didn't see any burning cells in her sister's hands. Vicky glanced at her for a moment, and then set the oven pan down on the stove top.

"I wanted to ask you about fashion." Amy completed. Vicky was sure that if she was still holding the casserole she would have dropped it. "You seem to have a fashion sense, and for some reason all of my clothes are incredibly plain, so I was hoping that you could help me with getting new ones."

Vicky started floating. "I'd love to! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to finally start caring about how you look!" She swept Amy off her feet with a crushing hug. "Do you think Monday would work fine? At the mall? Ooh, what do you think about inviting other people? Bare minimum we'd need Dean to carry our bags, and I bet Crystal would-"

"Vicky," Amy interjected. "No flying in the house." she said, a bit overwhelmed by her sister's enthusiasm.

Vicky dropped back down, and moved from a hug to hand holding. "Right, sorry. Just excited,"

Amy chuckled softly. "It's fine, I'm excited too. Monday would be fine, but let's just have it be the two of us for this one, do some sisterly bonding and whatnot." Amy wanted to get to know Vicky better. She was so kind, considerate, and confident. Vicky really was the best sister she could even imagine.

Dinner was a placid affair. Amy told her parents that she was already feeling up for school on Monday, and then Victoria explained their plan to overhaul Amy's wardrobe. The food was the best thing she'd ever eaten, and she had said as much to the table. It was just another of those things that were new to her again.

After dinner she helped with the dishes, and then went to do tooth maintenance but stopped when she remembered her shower. When she was curled up in bed with the lights off and phone out, she texted Vicky.

Amy C. Dallon: I just power washed my teeth.

Best Sister: Like, with your power? Cuz it's broader now?

Amy C. Dallon: ye

Amy C. Dallon: shaved too. It's really convenient and only takes a few seconds.

Amy took a second to edit the names in her surprisingly short list of contacts.

Vic: kool… does this mean I can finally stop flossing?

Amy D: No. Maybe, yes. Come over

Vic: no?

Vic: now?*

Amy D: yes

Soon enough, Vicky opened the door in her pyjamas, quietly stepping into the dark room. The only illumination coming from the window near Amy's bed on the far side of the room. "Ames?"

"You can get the lights," Which Vicky did, flicking them onto their low power setting, and then floating over to Amy's bed.

"So… teeth?" her sister asked, laying down lazily in the air.

"Already did them, just now when you opened your mouth. Do you shave? Wait, right, I've seen your body. Two days ago, I'd estimate? I don't think I shaved before, but I figured that it's so easy I may as well. At the same time, if I shave you it would be detrimental if I ever stopped. I could make it permanent with my biokinesis, but apparently I use to have a rule against doing cosmetics. But you're my sister, and I need to update those rules and public guidelines anyways. I've been thinking of stealing a squirrel, or something — any mammal would work — and giving it depression so I can get some practice on Biotinkering before immediately jumping the gun." Amy blinked a few times in quick succession. "Do you want to be shaved?"

Vicky was clearly both confused and concerned. "Okay, that was a lot. Why do you want to give a squirrel depression?" Vicky asked.

"So that I can cure its depression." she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Vicky sat — floated — there for several seconds. "We'll talk more about that at a time that isn't when we're sleepy. Just please try to hold off on doing anything till then. *sigh* And you're offering to cure me of body hair?" Amy nodded. "Can you undo it if I change my mind?" It did sound kinda interesting, and shaving under her arms was always a pain in her ass.

"Yes, even back to the current lengths, or I could change up some other things and set it at a continuous length that it wouldn't grow past. I could also make the colour more uniform, or make you grow velvety peach fuzz during winter."

Vicky tilted her head to the side a tad. "You're very talkative about this, Ames." She held up a hand to stop both herself and Amy from tangenting. "But, again, this isn't a good time for that. On the topic of being body bald, sure I'll try it. Hit me."

Amy reached out, both with her hand and her Shaker field, and she altered. Vicky felt a faint tingling on her skin, but nothing happened beyond that. Shifting about had her clothes feel slightly different on her skin, yet that was the extent of it.

"Huh, for some reason I expected more." the blonde of the sisters said.

Amy shrugged. "Yeah it's not really that big of a change. You'll be less prone to random itches. Normal body hairs help people detect and ward off insects, but that's kinda irrelevant for both of us 'cuz of our powers."

"Heh, yeah. Thanks for the hygiene, I guess? Love you, Ames. See you tomorrow." It'd been a weird interaction, but at least Ames wasn't being a stranger.

"Love you too, Vicky. G'night,"

"G'night," Vicky said, flicking off the lights and leaving the room.

That Saturday was the best day of Amy's life. Even if it only won by default, she cherished the fact regardless.

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