#after.life x reader

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Dark Chandler Manning x Reader x Eliot Deacon

Is this a self indulgent blurb? Yes. Am I ashamed? Not in the slightest. I blame @writingkitten for my obsession with dark Molina characters especially dark! Chandler Manning. Go check out her superb work!

Warnings: betrayal, Avengers spoilers, and mention of past kidnappings.

“I don’t have to look at her file,” Sharon Carter said coldly as she shouldered past the two men and stared at the many monitors on the desk. Her eyes raked across the screens searching for any hint of your form in the forest, “(Name) was one of the best agents that SHIELD ever had as I was constantly reminded.”

A heavy scowl appeared on Detective Chandler Manning’s face, “The bitterness in your tone is hard to miss.”

Sharon snorted derisively, still not taking her eyes off the screens, “After Thanos, governments across the world were lining up to offer the remaining Avengers anything they could possibly want. I guess it was too much effort to ask for my name to be cleared so I could return home. Steve certainly wasn’t going to do that for me.”

“Your reason for betraying her was personal when she had nothing to do with your circumstances?” The other man, Eliot Deacon, the mortician questioned.

“She could have had my name cleared but she chose not to,” Sharon shrugged. Her eyes caught the tiniest flicker of movement on the screens. Before she could open her mouth to point the movement out, Eliot spoke again.

“You’re wrong.” The mortician stated, “She did fight to have your name cleared when you were in hiding.”

That got Sharon’s attention, “She did?”

“We interfered with the process.”

Sharon’s eyes widened and with dread bubbling in her stomach she slowly turned to face the two men, “Why?”

“Because she went into hiding after she tried to clear your name and it was proving difficult to locate her.”

Sharon took a step backward and the backs of her thighs hit the desk. Her breaths became ragged as she realised she was trapped.

“You used me to draw her out.” Sharon accused with a trembling voice.

“(Name) escaped both of us in the past and we find ourselves enjoying the chase.”

[scoruspio]

Feel free to follow me if like/love any of the following movies .. I’ve reblogged about multiple since making this blog, because ✨movies✨

- The girl with the dragon tattoo (god damn it, Rooney Mara is so hot in that. Yes, that version of it.)

-Heavenly creatures

-Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

- The Red Dragon (note: I watched the silence of the lambs at some point in the last five years (probably) and didn’t like it anymore. Don’t know if my opinion will change if I watch it again. Other than that, I’ve only seen Hannibal rising, out of the movies, and that’s decent)

-Natural born killers

-Romeo + Juliet (1996)

-Thirteen going on thirty/ Suddenly 30

-Super

-After.Life

-The reader

-Moulin Rouge

-Kill bill

-Cruel intentions

-The craft

-We need to talk about Kevin

-The perks of being a wallflower

-Stand by me

-Ferris Bueller’s day off

-American beauty

-American psycho

-The x men and deadpool movies (not too rewatchable unless it’s just on, or I watch it with someone else)

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Dark Paths Into The Unknown (2)

AN: This chapter is a continuation of this fic here. Likes, reblogs and comments are very much welcomed and appreciated!

Warnings: mentions of drugging, spitting, kidnapping, hitting and stealing.

The rocking motion of the van would have been soothing if Sharon could move.   Whatever the mortician had injected her with was powerful and her limbs refused to obey her panicked commands.  She also felt more sleepy than usual as a result of the unknown drug. 

Being constantly on the run interfered with Sharon’s sleep schedule to the point that if asked about it, she’d reply “What sleep schedule?”   The last thing she felt before she drifted into an unwilling sleep was a spark of admiration that you had managed to evade both these men for as long as you did.

Sharon’s eyelids fluttered open as she felt herself being lifted.  Her vision was fuzzy and it took her precious moments to realise that she had been placed into a wheelchair.  The metal felt cool under her heated palms and the air around her was cooler as the sun slowly slunk towards the horizon.

There was one small upside to the situation Sharon found herself in.  The drug had worn off and neither the mortician nor the detective had injected her again; whether that was intentional on their part and they had something more sinister planned or because it had genuinely slipped their minds Sharon didn’t know.  She was more inclined to believe the former as the two men who had kidnapped her didn’t seem like the type to forget something that important.

“They had to have made a mistake.  Even if it was a small one otherwise (Name) wouldn’t’ve been able to escape them.”

Low murmurs caught Sharon’s attention and she strained to hear what they were talking about but the conversation cut off abruptly as Eliot turned to face her and realised that she was conscious.

He knelt down opposite her and Sharon wished that her arms were just a tiny bit longer so that she could smack the insufferably calm and controlled expression off his face.

“The relaxant wore off exactly when I thought it would.  How are your limbs feeling?”  He inquired mildly.  “I would expect that they would be tenser than they’ve been for a while.”

“I was right,” Sharon thought fighting the horror that bubbled up in her chest, “They did it intentionally.  They might want the thrill of the chase but only with her.   In a weird way, that’s probably them acknowledging that she is worth their efforts and attention.”

Sharon’s great aunt had always stressed the value and importance of possessing restraint.  Right now, Sharon wished she hadn’t heard that particular speech thousands of times.  The impulse to spit at Eliot’s face was nearly overwhelming.  “I am Sharon Carter and I have standards.” She reminded herself repeatedly until the impulse subsided.

The night air swept over her again but this time, Sharon’s nose caught the scent of stale chips, bleach, rust, gas and artificial air fresher.  Twisting her neck, Sharon was able to identify the van she’d been transported from the forest in.  Now the van was parked in front of a gas station.  “Well, that explains the smell at least.”

Eliot and Chandler strode confidently into the small store, leaving Sharon by herself with her palms resting on the arms of the wheelchair.  Sharon heaved a sigh when she heard the door open and close automatically behind the two powerful men and then she tossed her head back so that it was resting close to the handles of the wheelchair.

“It’s hopeless.  No one knows I’m here which means that there’s no hope of being rescued.  By SHIELD or Sword or anybody else that I once counted as an ally.  And they’re so calm, confident, and charming that no one will quest-”

At precisely that moment, the lights of the store behind her dimmed before shutting off completely and Sharon heard the door lock click into place automatically.  A small jolt of relief shot through Sharon until she realised that while she had been temporarily separated from the two men, she had no way of escaping their clutches permanently; once the power came back on she would be at their mercy once again.  A small voice in the back of her mind added that her imprisonment might even be worse because the two men would believe that she had something to do with the power outage.  They’d be wrong but it wouldn’t matter.  Even if they found out the truth, Sharon doubted that it’d change anything.

A squeal of tires and a cloud of dust, dirt and gravel pulled Sharon from her tumultuous thoughts.  She stared in wonder at the car that had appeared.  Sharon had just enough time to grab the smallest glimpse of the driver before the car span around in a circle and the passenger door swung open.  “Get in!” You screamed so that Sharon would be able to hear you since she couldn’t see you because of the dust cloud separating the two of you.

Sharon could hear the door rattling and she didn’t dare look behind her because she feared that she’d see Eliot and Chandler were close to forcing the door open.  Ignoring the way her limbs shook in protest, Sharon propelled herself one of the wheelchair.  She ran as if the very best of HYDRA’s agents were on her tail.  You slowed down until the car stopped completely.  The upside to that was that Sharon had a clear path to the car.   The downside to this was that you and the car were now completely visible.

Her legs were on the verge of collapsing and her lungs were screaming for air when she drew level with the passenger door.  To her horror, she heard the door of the gas station slide open and she knew that Eliot and Chandler were gaining on her with every passing second.  They were taller and in better physical condition than she was.  Mustering her remaining strength, Sharon tensed her legs and dove into the passenger seat.

You spun the steering wheel, creating another cloud of dust, dirt and gravel which forced the detective and the mortician to freeze in their tracks.  There was another advantage to the high-speed movement.  The passenger door, which had still been open, swung shut with a tremendous bang.

The engine groaned as you pressed your foot down on the accelerator however, it shot forwards obligingly and Sharon’s fingers grappled for the seat belt.  “When did you graduate to grand theft auto?” Was the only thing she managed to stammer out after she had buckled herself in.

“Let’s see.” You mused thoughtfully with more than a touch of sarcasm, “Carry the one, minus the four, add the six.  Since, mind your business.” Sharon felt she deserved much more than that if she were being frank with herself.  Her exhaustion caught up with her and this time, she surrendered willingly to sleep’s comforting and welcoming embrace.

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Just got a sudden burst of inspiration to continue my Dark Chandler Manning x Avenger! Reader x Dark Eliot Deacon drabble.

This is the drabble I’m talking about: https://www.tumblr.com/iobsessoverfictionalmen/749441510240665600/dark-chandler-manning-x-reader-x-eliot-deacon?source=share

I’m thinking that I can tie the fic into the events of WandaVision as well as giving Sharon Carter a bit of a redemption arc.

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Master List - Part 3

Started: 8 September 2024

Last Updated: 8 September 2024

Total works: 20

I don’t own nor do I claim to own any of the characters or fandoms below. The only things I own are my stories and some more of my work can be found here on AO3.

Crossovers

Captain Marvel/Secret Invasion

Multichapter Fics

Talos

General of the stars, family man on Earth: 1 2 3 4

Law and Order: SVU

Multichapter fics

Rafael Barba

The Sounds of Justice

The Taste of Revenge

Twilight x Percy Jackson Crossover

Marcus Volturi

Midnight Roses

Harry Potter x Percy Jackson Crossover

Sirius Black

Pirate AU

Harry Potter x Greek Mythology Crossover

Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Drabble

Werewolves, Beetles, Kneazles, Demigods, and Gods, oh my!

Harry Potter x Wonder Woman Crossover

Ares/Sir Patrick Morgan

Enchanted Hearts: 1

SVU x Trouble in the Heights

Nevada Ramirez

1, 2, 3

SVU x NCIS x Leverage

Jim Sterling

The Taste of Revenge - What if

Percy Jackson x The Good Fight

Bryan Kneef

The Temptation of the Immortals

Harry Potter x Lord of The Rings

Elrond Peredhel

Innocence Unveiled: 1

Taken x SVU

Bryan Mills

I don't play fair darling: 1

The Lodger x after.life

Chandler Manning x Reader x Eliot Deacon

Slow Horses x Harry Potter x Marvel

Jackson Lamb x Reader x Sir Patrick: 1

Marvel x SVU

Defender Strange

When Universes Collide: 1