#grant ward x female oc

[ao3feed-staticquake]

Wildest Dreams Daisy Johnson

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by sapphicsokas (saturnsokas)

❝ even if it’s just pretend ❞

IN WHICH . . . the looking glass is shattered under the power of Daisy Johnson’s love for her best friend.

 iron man — agents of shield — secret invasion skye/daisy johnson x female agent oc coming soon

Words: 1503, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Age of Heroes

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Secret Invasion (TV 2023)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Grant Ward, Nick Fury

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson & Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark & Original Female Character(s), Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Bisexual Skye | Daisy Johnson, which is canon to me anyway, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Character Death, plot starts in season 4 but there's lots of background before that, Slow Burn, i really don't know how to tag this fic, Resurrection, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Did I say slow burn?, they're both oblivious until death comes knocking at the door, Love Confessions, updates will come when i inevitable rewatch aos after secret invasion, Superpowers, Daisy Johnson Will Be In Secret Invasion, long fic, Star Wars References, Taylor Swift References, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Mostly Canon Compliant, nothing too big is changed, tony stark meets lance hunter and i think it's really funny, the framework arc is expanded on, More tags to be added

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[ao3feed-danielsousa]

WHO LIVES, WHO DIES... Leo Fitz

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by susanpxvensie

You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

  Leo Fitz x OC Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Season One━Season Seven Standalone in the Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story Series © susanpxvensie

Words: 8485, Chapters: 5/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Grant Ward, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Deke Shaw, Enoch, Daniel Sousa, Agent Piper, James Davis, Jiaying - Character, Kora, Nathaniel Malick, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter

Relationships: Leo Fitz/Original Female Character(s), Jemma Simmons/Original Female Character(s)

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[ao3feed-fitzsimmons]

Wildest Dreams ☾ Daisy Johnson

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by sapphicsokas (saturnsokas)

❝ even if it’s just pretend ❞

IN WHICH . . . the looking glass is shattered under the power of Daisy Johnson’s love for her best friend.

 iron man — agents of shield — secret invasion skye/daisy johnson x female agent oc coming soon

Words: 1503, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Age of Heroes

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Secret Invasion (TV 2023)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Grant Ward, Nick Fury

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson & Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark & Original Female Character(s), Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Bisexual Skye | Daisy Johnson, which is canon to me anyway, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Character Death, plot starts in season 4 but there's lots of background before that, Slow Burn, i really don't know how to tag this fic, Resurrection, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Did I say slow burn?, they're both oblivious until death comes knocking at the door, Love Confessions, updates will come when i inevitable rewatch aos after secret invasion, Superpowers, Daisy Johnson Will Be In Secret Invasion, long fic, Star Wars References, Taylor Swift References, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Mostly Canon Compliant, nothing too big is changed, tony stark meets lance hunter and i think it's really funny, the framework arc is expanded on, More tags to be added

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[highqueenofnarnia]

So, following the end of Agents of SHIELD, I, like many of you, have been taking refuge in fanfiction to now fill the void this show has left. So I’m trying my hand at fanfiction to rewrite some of the story.

The idea comes from the entire premise of what if Grant Ward betrayed Hydra instead of SHIELD? And more importantly, what would prompt him to do that?

Check out the summary and please check out my story!

I’ll be updating as frequently as I can but I am a full-time college student and small business owner.

↓ Summary ↓ 

“for a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse. so collapse. crumble. this is not your destruction. this is your birth.”

Being a SHIELD agent is all Rory has. They saved her from the worst moments of her life and as a result, she committed her life to SHIELD.

She’s an invaluable agent, for reasons that often went unspoken.

In fact, that’s how she got on Coulson’s team. Little did she know that she was about to be in for the ride of her life.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/251432904-aurora-an-alternate-agents-of-shield-series

[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 8)

Masterlist

Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

3 weeks later, Chuckles was healed and ready to head back to work! Granted he was going to be on desk duty but returning none the less. As much as I loved him at my place, I was getting kind of tired of having to sneak Henry in and out.

“Jay bird are you ready?” I called out.

Since this was his first day back and his truck got totaled in the shoot out, I was going to drive him to work and then we’d head to the dealership at lunch.

“Coming!”

Being the amazing sister I am, I made him a breakfast bagel and a coffee to go. I also sneaked a breakfast bagel and a coffee for my honey. I was excited to see him at his workplace and in those tight button downs I love taking off of him.

“Let’s roll bud. Bye Will!” I yelled.

That brother was also still here. I guess he and Natalie were really having some real problems.

A quick drive over to the 21st precinct and jay was confused as to why I was putting my car in park.

“You can’t honestly believe I wasn’t going to look around did you?” I laughed, running toward the front door before he could stop me.

“Charlotte!” He called out.

I beat him inside and waited for that slow poke to hurry up.

“Come on big brother, I wanna see where you work!” I whined.

“You’re a liar Charlotte.” He stated, rolling his eyes and leading the way towards some stairs.

“Halstead, no visitors before Voight’s had his coffee!” The desk sergeant hollered. Henry had told me stories of the infamous Trudy and I could see why she was so well loved.

“This is my sister! She’s just helping me get settled in.” He explained, continuing on her way.

“Good morning, Trudy!” I greeted before walking through the gated door before Jay could shut the door on me.

Luckily for me, Jay was the first one there besides sergeant Voight who I could see through the slates in his blinds.

“I’ll be back.” I smiled, winking at my brother before heading towards Henry’s door.

“You’re the worst!” He replied.

I knocked gently on the door before his gruff voiced answered to allow me to come in.

“Good morning, Sergeant.” I purred, seeing my handsome man sitting at his desk and looking all delicious and official.

“It is now. Good morning sweetheart.” He replied, getting up to pull me into a hug and gave me a kiss.

“Thought you might need a pick me up before having to deal with Detective Chuckles.” I smirked, handing him a bagel and a coffee.

“God I love you so much.” He groaned.

“Not as much as I love you. Especially in this shirt.” I whined, shamelessly running my hands up and down his torso, admiring the gun on his hip.

“You’re one to talk.” He mumbled, looking over my outfit.

I had meetings this morning so I was in a black pencil skirt, a white long sleeve blouse and my Louboutin’s.

“I’ve got grumpy business men to deal with.” I laughed, pulling him in for another hug.

“Have a good day today baby. Make sure Jay doesn’t get himself hurt again, okay?”

“I’ll try my best honey.” He smiled, giving me a final kiss and opening the door for me to leave his office.

Chuckles was at his desk stuffing his face with his bagel and trying to avoid eye contact with his boss.

“You gonna be okay?” I asked Jay, taking a sat on his desk.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. I wanna grab burgers at lunch though.” He compromised.

“Deal.”

With a kiss to his head and a wink to Henry, I made my way back to my car and into some very boring meetings.

Thankfully, the morning went by quick and I had a quick call with my dad and then I was going to get Jay.

“Hi Dad.” I greeted as he popped up on my computer screen.

“Hi Darling! How’s Chicago treating my little girl?”

“Good. I’m really loving the atmosphere and working in this office. Miss you and mom though.”

“We miss you too honey. Word from uncle Ward is that you have a new boyfriend.” My dad laughed.

Uncle Ward was is dads business partner in Chicago and I may have mentioned Henry once or twice to him.  

“I do. He’s incredible.” I smiled.

“That’s great to hear honey. I’ll need his full name for a background check please.”

“Not happening. He’s a cop though and he works with Jay so he’s no murderer.” I laughed.

“Speaking of your brothers, how are they?”

One thing I really love about my dad is that he never discouraged me from finding my brothers. He’s the one who encouraged me to find more information about them and convinced me to meet them.

“They’re good! Jay got hurt on the job a few weeks ago so he was staying with me for a bit. Will’s been staying over a lot too so we got to some bonding.” I smiled.

“I’m glad you’re happy hunny. Mom and I want to come by soon and meet them if that’s okay?”

“I’d love that!”

“Maybe we can meet Henry too?” He asked hopefully.

“Maybe dad. It’s a little early to be meeting the parents.”

“Tell me at least something about him.” He compromised.

He’s amazing. He treats me like a princess and he’s so sweet dad. I think you would like him.”

“Well, give me the chance to do that and meet him.” He smirked.

“Maybe dad.”

At noon I headed back to Jay’s precinct and dropped a cupcake off to Trudy in order to gain access to their office.

A blonde guy was walking out of their breakroom when I entered and must have been surprised to see someone in his way as he spilled coffee on my white long sleeve blouse.

“Fuck!” I swore, the hot coffee spilling down my chest.

“Fuck!” He swore back, snapping out of his shock for a second before trying to grab some napkins and dab my burning shirt.

“Don’t touch my boobs!” I snapped.

The commotion alerted everyone in the office to an incident and Jay and his partner came rushing over.

“The fuck happened!” Jay exclaimed.

I was desperately trying to get my blouse away from my person without pulling off my shirt in the middle of this hallway.

“She startled me man, I accidently spilled my coffee.” The blond guy explained.

“Jay it burns.” I whined.

He ushered me over to Henry’s office before I ripped off my blouse and threw it across the room.

“That looks bad.” Jay commented.

Henry barged in a few minutes later to see Jay trying to find some burn ointment while I had ice on my chest.

“What happened?” He asked, coming over to my side.

“Nothing.” I brushed off.

“Ruzek spilled coffee down her chest.”

“It was an accident.” I corrected.

“Your chest is red honey.” He assessed, removing the icepacks.

“My shirt is ruined.” I complained.

“Your skirt is too sweetheart.”

I looked to see that indeed, my skirt was ruined. This thing was expensive too.

“Aww man.” I whined.

Jay found some burn lotion and Henry helped me apply it while Jay thought of ways to murder Adam.

“I’m going to need some new clothes.” I groaned.

“Upton keeps some spares, I’m going to ask her if you can borrow some.” Jay replied, heading out the door.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Henry asked me, concern written all over his face.

“It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, don’t worry.” I said with a small smile.

“Here, my CPD sweatshirt should stick to your chest too much.” He offered, handing me a hoodie off his coat rack.

“Upton had some jeans.” Jay said as he barged into the room.

“Thanks guys, not out while I change.” I shooed.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Henry mumbled.

“Seriously?” Jay huffed at him.

“Sorry.” Henry mumbled.

After I was changed and fairly presentable, I exited Henry’s office to find the crew sitting on top some desks, deep in discussion about who knows gods what.

“I am so sorry.” The blonde exclaimed, standing from his desk to approach me.

“It’s fine, nothing some ice and ointment won’t fix.” I said with a small smile.

Henry stood up in a huff, walking towards me.

“You’re on paperwork and streets for the rest of the month.” He growled.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your sweatshirt Sergeant Voight.” I smiled as he approached me.

“You’re welcome Charlotte. Call me Hank.” He teased.

“I prefer Henry.” I whispered before walking around him and over to Jay.

“Thank you Hailey for the jeans, I really appreciate it.” I smiled.

“No problem, they fit you perfectly.” She smiled.

I made some small talk with them all before it was time to leave and take Jay to the dealership.

“Bye Sergeant Voight. Maybe I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe sweetheart.” He winked.

Across the office, Ruzek and Atwater start at the interaction in shock and awe.

“Dude, is Sarge flirting with your sister?” They asked Jay.

“Shut up.”

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@royaltysuite @jadakiss13 @ego-allie-bap @acdassenza @alldaysdreamers @sande5098

[snarky-badger]

It All Started With A Barfight Blitz - Chapter 5

Nihlus Kryik x Female OC | Pre ME 1 | Mature

“Lena is not what you would call 'boring'. Raised by an Alliance Veteran and a particularly ornery Krogan after her father left, she was raised to accept everyone, alien or human. After her Grandfather died, she found herself the owner of his bar in the Citadel's Wards.

Things have been... difficult. She's trying to move through her grief, while working hard to ensure that her grandfather didn't make a mistake by leaving her his beloved bar. The last thing she expected was to have a Spectre walk into the establishment, and into her life. Nihlus Kryik is suave, smooth-talking, and flirtatious, and she can't help but be drawn into him. But things take a turn when his job as a Spectre overlaps with her own - Cerberus is on the Citadel, and their plans might end up getting her and a lot of other people killed.”

Chapter 5

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"So let me get this straight," Nihlus drawled as he and Lena walked along a path in one of the Presidium's many gardens, bellies full from lunch. "You strap a 'parachute' to your back, and then jump out of a perfectly good shuttle at around fourteen-thousand feet, and just... plummet towards the planet's surface?"

"It's as close to flying as someone can get without actual wings," Lena grinned. "You only get about a minute of free fall before you have to open your chute, though."

"And people pay to do this?"

"Oh, as if it's any different than the Armax Arsenal where you pay to be shot at."

"There are safety parameters there, and a medic for any emergencies. If something goes wrong no one is at risk of embedding themselves into the countryside."

"What? Turians don't have extreme sports?"

"Sports, yes. Extreme, no. Though, I suppose that the lure of some of what you told me about will interest some of the more... extreme personalities."

"Facing death gives you a better appreciation for life," Lena explained with shrug, drawing an agreeing hum from Nihlus. "Some people do extreme stuff because it makes them feel alive. Some do it for the adrenaline rush. Others do it because they want to prove to themselves that they can."

"I suppose that does make sense. Though I have a feeling that the krogan might find human extreme sports more to their liking than my kind."

Lena laughed. "Oh, yeah. I agree with you on that. Rkar told me about some sport called 'kowla'. Apparently you get extra points if you damage an opponent to the point that they can no longer play."

"Did you know that the krogan caused an intergalactic crisis by trying to introduce kowla to the Raloi? Apparently a game devolved into a brawl that left three dead and fourteen injured."

"I've... never heard of the Raloi."

Nihlus huffed. "Three guesses why."

"Uh huh. Okay, so no kowla on the Citadel then." 

"Spirits preserve us if there is," he muttered, flaring his mandibles in a smile when she laughed. A comfortable silence fell over them as they continued to stroll through the gardens, the many flowers and plants from across the galaxy carefully bio-engineered to be without pollens, so as to make them safe for all species to admire. 

More relaxed than he'd felt in a long time, Nihlus gently tugged Lena along with him as he headed for a bench that overlooked the lake, rumbling happily when she took a seat next to him. "So."

Her lips quirked. "So?"

"What would you like to do next? I admit that I'm rather rusty at this dating thing," he admitted with a grin. "I wasn't sure if lunch would go well or end in some weird inter-species calamity."

"You were worried?" Lena huffed a soft laugh and shook her head. "God, Nihlus, I have like, the worst dating history. Granted most of that was My'liya's fault, but still."

He rumbled a laugh and dared to curl his right arm around her shoulders, smiling when she leaned into him, resting her head against his cowl. "Well," he murmured, nuzzling at the top of her head and drinking in her scent, purring happily. "Does that mean I have a shot at another date?"

"Oh, I suppose," she teased, reaching up to twine her fingers around his where he'd curled them around her shoulder, hearing his amused chuckle and feeling it vibrate through him and into her.

"You suppose, hm?" Smiling, Nihlus rest his chin on the top of her head, following her gaze out across the Presidium's lake. "You know, I have some vacation time saved up."

"Do you now?"

"And since you own the bar, I take it you're the one who plans the shift roster?"

"I am."

"Ever been to Eden Prime? I hear it's a great vacation spot. Nice and tropical."

Lena laughed a little. "We've been on one date and you want to take me on  a vacation?"

"Well, it'll take a bit of time for me to put in the requisition, so I'm hoping there will be a few more dates between now and then. Also, I have to wait at least a week, else I'll have two mad asari out for my blood."

"I have never seen Ajana mad and I don't want to," Lena agreed, shivering when he rose his left hand and gently ran his talons through her hair, nuzzling at the crown of her head as he did so. "What are you doing?"

"Ah... I'm... preening you? Sorry. Is that weird? It's a turian sign of affection. Though, ah..."

"Ah?"

"It's a little forward of me."

It was the first time she'd heard nervousness in his voice, and Lena tilted her head up to look at him, seeing his mandibles churn a little with his uncharacteristic anxiety. "Is this some sort of cultural faux-pas?"

He blinked. "That didn't translate."

"Is it, like, bad etiquette, or bad manners?"

"No. Well, a little?" Nihlus reluctantly pulled his hand from her hair, watching as the strands slipped through his fingers. "First off, we're in public. Secondly, well... it's the first date and I kind of skipped to like, official courting?"

She bit back a smile. "So, you're ok with asking me to go on a vacation with you, but not to ask if you can officially 'court' me?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you...? You're teasing me!" His breath left him in a huff as he shook his head, fighting back a smile of his own. " Here I am thinking that I've insulted you and you're teasing me."

"To be fair, it's kinda nice to see that even you get nervous," she admitted, reaching up to brush her thumb against his left mandible, following the path of his markings. "Honestly, Nihlus, I don't know what the future holds. But, I do know that I like you, a lot. And that I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't see where this goes."

A hesitant rumbling purr left him. "I feel the same way," he murmured, leaning his face into her hand. "Spirits, this is mildly insane isn't it?"

"Makes things more interesting," she drawled with a smirk, pulling a low chuckle from him. 

"I mean, things have been a little dull lately," Nihlus told her as he leaned in, mouth plates brushing her lips. "Maybe I could use a bit of insanity."

He was about kiss her when a buzz of disgusted sub-vocals had Nihlus raising his head to glare at another turian with green markings. The Spectre let a vicious growl escape him when the other male made as if to step towards them.

"Problem?" Nihlus asked smoothly, with maybe a bit more show of teeth than was polite, sub harmonics warning the other male off. 

The green marked turian bristled a little, hands curling into fists, his subvocals echoing with disgust and disapproval. Then he paused, meeting Nihlus' sharp glare and flared mandibles before muttering under his breath as he turned to stomp away.

"I didn't hear half of that conversation, did I?" Lena asked as she watched the other turian leave the park.

"Afraid not," Nihlus said, sending a sharp look at their surroundings. There were few people in the park, some other turians, asari and a couple of salarians. It was, now that he was on edge, too busy. Thank the Spirits humans were deaf to subvocals, otherwise he had no doubt Lena would have thrown a punch. "Let's head back."

She frowned up at him as he rose, letting him gently pull her to her feet. "That bad?"

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you really want to know?"

"I mean, it's not fair for you to deal with all the assholes alone. Besides, wouldn't be the first time I've been insulted - not everyone likes humans."

"...doesn't make it right," Nihlus muttered.

"No. It doesn't," Lena sighed, taking his offered arm and leaning into him. "But I appreciate you sticking up for me."

"Anytime."

She looked up at him as they walked back the way they'd come, noting how tense he was, his eyes narrowed as he scanned their surroundings as if he was on the battlefield and expecting enemies at every turn. "Nihlus. Hey. He's not worth it. Don't let some dumbass ruin our day."

"You're right. I know you're right." Huffing, he rolled his shoulders, then cracked his neck a little. "Alright. So, where would you like to go next?"

"There's a place I know of near my bar that serves levo and dextro desserts," she offered, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "My treat?"

The worry in her voice pulled a soft croon from him, trying to reassure her that he was alright. "That sounds wonderful."

In all honesty, it took him a few more minutes to settle himself, though he did his best to hide it from her as they headed for the parked Skycars. He'd known, of course, that openly dating a human would bring about some backlash, he just hadn't expected his own reaction to it. 

But then again, lots of turians had hangups about humans after the First Contact War. Personally, Nihlus just didn't see the point of blaming an entire species for the actions of a few. But hatred, once it had it's talons in someone, was hard to dislodge.

It also surprised him how he'd reacted to the other turian. Sure, he'd heard some slurs sent his way, especially since he'd had some human 'stress relief' partners in the past. But, he'd always brushed it off. Now, the thought of someone disrespecting Lena made his blood boil.

Spirits, he had it bad, didn't he?

Saren was never going to let him hear the end of it.

Shaking his head a little, Nihlus guided Lena up the stairs to the shuttles, making sure that she got settled into the passenger seat before he circled around to claim the pilots position. 

Only after he'd input the co-ordinates to her bar did he turned to look at her, watching her as she watched the gardens of the Presidium zoom past. 

He was about to speak when his omni tool pinged, pulling an exaggerated groan from him. "It's my day off," Nihlus complained in two separate octaves, rolling his eyes at Lena when she snickered. 

Huffing, he activated his omni, emerald eyes glaring at the hardlight screen as he navigated to his messages. "Of course it's the Council," he muttered, echoing Lena when she made a dismayed sound. "There's been a security breech at Kassa Fabrication on Noveria. There's signs that it might have been Cerberus. And, naturally, all the other Spectres are on different assignments. Dammit."

"When do you have to leave?" Lena asked softly.

He deactivated his omni-tool with a savage jab of a talon. "Two hours."

"When will you be back?"

Nihlus paused, then turned and reached over to drag her onto his lap, purring when she laughed and curled her arms about his neck, shifting so she was straddling him. "As soon as possible," he muttered, tilting his head down so his mouth plates brushed over her lips. "I'll be back by the Bonding Ceremony at the latest. Here, let me see your Omni-tool."

Lena shifted a little and offered up her right arm, watching curiously as he activated both of their omni's and transferred something from his to hers. 

"I'm upgrading your security encryption software. This way we can exchange conversations without the worry of anyone intercepting them - we'll be the only ones who have the software needed to decrypt messages."

"Is it even legal for you to share fancy Spectre stuff with me?"

"Honestly, at this point, I don't really give a damn," he smirked as the upload finished, allowing him to wrap his arms around her and tuck her close. Lena rose her hands to trace his markings, and he purred at the touch, closing his eyes as her fingers caressed his face and mandibles. "Mmm. You're distracting me."

"From what?"

"This."

He let out a rumble in her range of hearing and gently tugged her close, raising a hand to cup the back of her head as he moved in, kissing her in the human fashion he'd learned a while ago. Subvocals singing, Nihlus licked at her lips, then dipped his tongue in to taste her, groaning when she made a soft mewling noise of appreciation.

Her fingers glided over his fringe, then under it, and he shuddered when she found the soft patch of hide there. Frustrated that he couldn't feel her, Nihlus rose his right hand and used his teeth to yank off his glove, purring happily as he cupped her face against his palm, talons sinking into her hair. 

Lena sighed as he nuzzled at the side of her neck, shivering when he licked a path up her throat, his bare hand sliding under her jacket to tug at her blouse until he could run his fingers across the skin of her lower back. 

"Spirits, you smell amazing," he mumbled into her neck, sliding his hand up her back to press her closer, careful not to pin her against his keel with too much force.

A soft laugh left her as she trailed kisses along his left mandible, licking at the prongs at the end, and the sound that left him was almost pornographic. She couldn't hear his subvocals, but she could feel them, especially when she kissed his neck, feeling his throat vibrate against her lips. 

"Mmm... as much as I hate to say this - oh Spirits Lena don't do that - we should stop," Nihlus groaned, his left hand lightly tugging at her hair so he could nuzzle his face against her neck, drinking in her scent.

She sighed, but relented, choosing to merely stroke her fingers across his markings again. "Yeah. Wouldn't want to get caught having sex in a shuttle on the first date," she drawled, grinning when he huffed a laugh and leaned in to playfully nip at her chin.

"Menace," he growled, though there was no real anger there. Slowly, reluctantly, he slid his hand out from under her blouse, raising it to her cheek and thrumming when she turned her face to press a kiss to his palm.

"I'm gonna have to invest in an auditory upgrade so I can hear you properly," Lena murmured as she lightly pressed her fingertips to this throat, feeling the vibration there. "I feel like I'm missing a lot of the conversation."

"They're happy noises," he told her with a smile as he lightly brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Very happy noises."

"Good to know," she said, returning the smile for a moment before sobering. "I hate that you're leaving."

Nihlus let out a grumble. "I'm not too pleased about it either, trust me," he muttered, sighing as he leaned in and rubbed his left cheek against her right. "I'll be back before you know it."

"You'd better be," she murmured, meeting his emerald gaze when he sat back to look at her. "I know it's fast, and crazy, and probably insane. I mean we've only known each other for, like, two days, but..."

"But we have a connection."

"Yes."

"Gives me all the more reason to hurry back," he whispered, purring again when she rose her hands to caress his mandibles.

It wasn't until the shuttle chimed to announce that they were almost at the Wards that Nihlus reluctantly pulled away, pausing only to give her a final kiss. "We're almost at your bar."

She sighed, but nodded, sliding off of him and returning to her seat, fiddling with her jacket and her mussed up hair in an attempt to make it look like they hadn't been all over each other. 

"I'll message you tonight," Nihlus told her as the shuttle landed, reaching over to give her left hand a squeeze. Deciding that it wasn't enough, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and leaned as far over as he could, tugging her into another kiss and taking a final taste of her before pulling away. "Try not to miss me too much."

"You're incorrigible," she grinned, blowing a kiss his way before closing the shuttle's door and stepping back as the Skycar rose off the landing pad, Nihlus sending her a wave and a grin before the shuttle shot away.

Rkar was already at the bar when she finished walking the short distance to the building, and he sniffed the air as she walked in. "So," he grinned, giving her a knowing smirk. "Have a nice time?"

"You're horrible," Lena told him, rolling her eyes as she shrugged out of her jacket and headed for her office. "If you must know, yes. But it got cut short when he was called away for his Spectre work."

The krogan grinned as he got off the stool and followed her. "Spiky little bastard left his scent all over you. So it couldn't have been that short."

"We had lunch and walked in the gardens for a bit. It was nice. Really nice." When he chuckled, she huffed a breath and turned to look at him. "What?"

"Haven't seen you all flustered over a guy in a while."

"Probably because I have an overprotective krogan threatening to kill whoever gets close to me?"

"Meh. If they're so weak that they can't grow a quad and stand up to me, then they don't deserve you."

"Aw, you big softy."

"Tell anyone and I'll kick your ass."

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tbc

[ashley-jones]

Thanking of a Shadowhunters x WWE story with my new OC

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Name: Salem Lightwood

Sex: Female

Age: 22

Height: 5'4

Weight: 136 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Red and Gold

Species: Shadowhunters & Warlock Hybrid

Sexuality: Lesbian

Relationship Status: Single

Family:

Father: Robert Lightwood

Mother: Maryse Lightwood

Sister: Isabelle Lightwood

Brother: Max Lightwood

Adoptive Brother: Jace Herondale

Brother in Law: Mangos Bane

Love Interests:

Lilith - 5 months together

Eve - 1 year

Rhea Ripley / Demi Bennett - Currently

Hodge Stark weather - Forced Engagement

Abilities:

Nephilim Physiology - enhanced physical and mental abilities granted to her by the angel blood of Raziel in her veins and also by the angelic Marks of the Gray Book. This includes enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina, and coordination, which continue to improve over time and practice.

The Sight - easily see through most magical illusions and layers of glamour over reality.

Runic Magic - Due to the angel blood in their veins, all Shadowhunters are all able to apply runes on their skin without any real danger. These Marks, in turn, give varied effects that serve to benefit the wearer.

Use of Heavenly Weapons - able to perform tasks unique to their species, such as the ability to use and call on the power of angels for their seraph blades, as well as to handle any heavenly weapons or objects with effect, which would normally not work for other species.

Expert Hand to Hand Combat - highly skilled in armed and unarmed combat

Heavenly Fire Manipulation - entire cellular system became infused with heavenly fire as it covered around her body which would kill her and any downworlder with demonic blood if she made physical contact.

Telekinesis - commonly shown controlling people and objects through the use of hand gestures.

Teleportation - can magically teleport people and items from one place to another. 

Portal Opening - can open portals or a dimensional doorway that can be used as a means for rapid travel all over the world

Healing - capable of rapidly and completely healing other people

Warding - able to put up powerful barriers of magic that can protect buildings/locations

Conjuration - able to effortlessly conjure objects like

Astral Projection - able to project a holographic version of herself

Summoning - able to summon either demonic or angelic entities.

Shield Generation - able to project a shield comprised of see-through red energy to protect herself

Relationships:

Alec Lightwood -

Her older brother by 1 year. He trained her and showed her how to use her powers when she was still very young. He is also someone she can talk to openly about her sexuality, and feeling towards the same sex.

Isabelle Lightwood -

Her younger sister by 1 year. These two could talk about the most random of things for absolute hours and lose complete track of time. These two can also train for hours or even days without growing tired, then go and sit at a bar messing with prey and mundanes.

Jace Herondale -

It's her baby brother, she would protect him with her every inch of her soul, just as he would for her. But there are times where she could kill him, even of the smallest of things.

Clary Fairchild -

Like literal sisters. The two love sitting in either of their rooms and just drawing as they listen to her friends band on repeat.

Magnus Bane -

If it weren't Mangos sharing parts of his soul with her she would be dead. She owes him a great debt that would never be repaid in her mindset. He is also her big brother in law that hugs her tightly, and helps her when she loses control of her new warlock abilities. He protects her with all he'd got like a big brother would for his baby sister.

Lilith -

They dated for 2 years. It was an awful relationship. Never to return.

Rhea Ripley / Demi Bennett -

Demi could see her on a mission, no Mundane should be able to see a Shadowhunters while their under Glamour. She had to save Demi and take her back to the base after a vampire attack, and from there on they where inseparable. Salem blames it on Mangos and Isabella.

Robert Lightwood -

There is no relationship

Maryse Lightwood -

There is no relationship

Max Lightwood -

She hasn't seen Max since she was an infant, but she cares for him deeply through stories and memories.

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sparks and embers - chapter 11

Characters: Kylo Ren x Original Female Character, Poe Dameron x Original Female Character

Story Tags: Explicit (18+), Canon Compliant/Divergent (Set after TLJ), First Person POV, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Porn with Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Kylo Ren hates Poe Dameron

Chapter 11 - Focus

Words: 6.4k

Chapter Tags/Warnings: Descriptions of injury/medical procedures, dubious consent, sexual content, dominant male/submissive female

Author’s note: PLEASE take heed of that dubious consent warning. Consent is given and verbalised by the OC but it still remains under duress. Also this is one of my favourite chapters of this whole mess of a story even now. It’s long but it’s worth it, I swear. 

Read on AO3 or Start from the beginning

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“This is the Prestige med-bay,” Risha informed me, gesturing to the immaculately clean treatment area we had entered, a few medical droids pacing the zone, waiting for orders. It looked strikingly similar to the hospital wards I had spent a great deal of time working in on Coruscant, filled with beds and monitors, a small high-tech surveillance station situated in the centre. Some of the beds were occupied with patients, all looking extremely glum.

“Prestige meaning?” I asked, scanning over the familiar, expensive looking equipment I remembered from my training.

She continued guiding me through, my grey medic uniform extremely uncomfortable to move in. “It’s reserved for those in leadership roles.”

“I thought you took care of Stormtroopers?” I questioned, recalling our conversation inside my cell.

She nodded. “That was true.” Only when she’d passed another patient, she spoke again in hushed tones. “I was told you needed be closely monitored by High Command, and this ward is the closest to the Bridge. They allowed me to act as your supervisor, so thanks to you I got a promotion.”

I smiled back at Risha, her positive energy infectious. “Glad I could help.”

She sensed the trepidation behind my smile, somehow noticing the anxiety that’d kept me restless during the night, even with the comfortable bed underneath me.

“It’s not so bad you know. If you forget who we’re working for, it just seems like a normal job.”

I had to hold back a frown. I knew she was only trying to make this easier, but her attempts at positivity weren’t quite enough to break through my cynicism. “I’m being forced to do this.”

She touched my arm, her energy radiating comfort. “I know. But at least this way you can still help people, instead of being locked away in that cell.”

The leadership of the First Order wasn’t exactly the people I wanted to help, and I was bitingly aware this was simply another cruel form of imprisonment. But my strategy to form some sort of false allegiance to my captors felt more important than ever. Being so close to them, maybe being privy to their secret conversations, could allow me some advantage in escaping their custody.

I nodded in agreement, immensely grateful I had at least one friend amongst all of this. “I can’t thank you enough for recommending me.”

Her head tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You reminded the High Command that I was a doctor, that I could be useful.

“I didn’t say anything to the High Command about you,” she assured, still perplexed. “I assumed you convinced them.”

“You didn’t?” I whispered, peering around to make sure no other ears could capture our conversation.

Risha shook her head sharply. “Whoever pushed for you to be here, it wasn’t me.” She seemed embarrassed, realising the assistance she could have granted. “But… you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

I valued her optimism, always looking toward the future rather than being stuck in old predicaments. I gave my most earnest attempt at an appreciative expression and motioned for her to continue the tour of my new workplace.

*

The work was easy, extremely reminiscent of the kind of daily duties I executed on Coruscant. Which was a portion of the reason I volunteered to further my training in the medical frigates of the dwindling Republic, hoping to provide more valuable support by treating soldiers injured during battle. I couldn’t stop myself from feeling this was all too arbitrary, too simple. The patients I cared for were unaffected by my treatment in the emotional sense, never speaking the thankyous I was accustomed to hearing.

I was in the second week of my service, still no closer to finding a way out. Risha had once again joined me in the huge cafeteria that serviced at least thousands of First Order staff working in different fields. I could always eye the close Stormtrooper watch over me, even when they didn’t make themselves too obvious in their supervision.

The fellow doctors of the Prestige ward who surrounded us were tolerable, even if they never spoke ill of the First Order.

“He’ll be discharged tomorrow,” one commented proudly, as I played pointlessly with my meal. They all seemed so easily gratified by each successful treatment, while I was slightly judgemental of how minor their management really was. Most of the patients I’d taken under my care were easily cured via attention of medical droids that serviced our ward, leaving me feeling as redundant as I did before leaving for Raxus.

I had yet to be disturbed by Kylo Ren in all the time that had passed, which plagued me more than I would have liked. I assumed he would have kept a closer eye on me, puzzled at why he hadn’t barged into my new quarters with more threatened violence and stronger attempts at ripping memories from my mind.

Maybe he didn’t care that much.

Maybe he’d lost interest.

“Where did you say you were from again?”

I looked up, the group waiting expectantly for my answer. In my briefing I’d been told to keep all details of my situation, mainly the part about being a hostage forced to work for my freedom, strictly confidential.

“Raxus,” I eventually replied, making a few of them nod in understanding.

“Another refugee planet,” one commented. “But obviously you weren’t trained by the First Order. Why come here now?”

I held back a frown, looking despairingly to Risha, and she gave me a comforting glance. “The First Order provides lawfulness in a galaxy of chaos. Their rule promises to return civilization to a stability that provides progress. I wanted to be a part of that.”

The words felt bitter on my tongue, but I’d been threatened with more imprisonment if I didn’t give that rehearsed line. How anyone would believe I meant a word of such garbage was beyond me, but the company I was surrounded with didn’t seem suspicious of my reply.

“I might get back to work,” I murmured, taking my tray and stepping away from the table before I would be asked anymore questions.

It made me sad to think about home, constantly concerned about how my patients were coping without my presence. But I couldn’t let the emotion overwhelm me, refusing to give way to any chance of weakness, not when Kylo Ren could storm in when I least expected it.

The ward had become quite full over the preceding days, filled with Command leaders who’d been struck down with a relatively minor virus that was making its way through the ship. Most of them recovered quickly, but still attempted to do a lot of their work while sitting in a hospital bed, meaning there was an influx of communication I was privy to. I grasped onto every little detail while checking vitals and prescribing medication, overhearing as much I could without appearing suspicious.

All I really wanted was to hear even a tiny fragment of information about the Resistance, particularly concerning a certain pilot who continued to sporadically infiltrate my thoughts.

I envisioned him in my slumber almost every night, remembering the feel of his lips on mine, the touch of his fingertips bonded to my skin, the flutter of my heartbeat at the sound of his voice. Yet I awoke to nothing but the hollow sensation of a fleeting dream. The cold burn of sorrow was harsh when my eyes opened to a new morning, not having him next to me, another day not knowing if he was still alive.

*

“It’s your turn,” I heard Irwin, my fellow on call doctor for the night, remind me, pointing out the alarm on the tech-station’s datapad. I moved to read the message, indicating a request to attend a private training room located on the upper left quadrant. I’d never been there, almost completely sure an emergency alert hadn't been signalled from the room since I’d been here. With haste I grabbed the trauma kit and rushed out of the ward, the turbo-lift speeding up to my destination within minutes.

Whatever I expected when the blast doors opened, it wasn’t what my eyes viewed when I walked into the vast space. Immediately, my focus was pulled towards a human male slumped on his side at the edge of the arena floor, a lone comrade next to him while at least five other figures continued to spar with each other. I jumped to the injured man’s side, eyeing the scorch marks that had burned a deep hole into the side of his abdomen, his arm also hanging in an awkward direction.

“Thanks for coming,” the uninjured man welcomed, his voice deep and mature. Within a quick glace I noted his dirty brown hair with severe blue irises, a few crinkles under each eye.

I nodded to him, settling the trauma kit on the floor before pulling my hands into gloves and beginning to assess the burns. “My name is Alex,” I introduced warmly. “Tell me exactly what happened here.”

“Got in the way of an electrostaff,” the injured man coughed, wincing at the movement of his abdomen. His short blonde hair was drenched in sweat, caramel skin tinged with perspiration.

My eyes widened, stunned this human hadn’t dropped dead on the spot. “Did you lose consciousness?”

“Not that I’m aware. Got a nasty shock though,” he rasped through staggered breaths. I gently peeled back the sleeveless black undershirt he was wearing, uncovering a deep gash that had pierced though the subcutaneous layer.

The uninjured man got up to stand. “I’ve got to get back to training Vicrul,” he informed, before his eyes drifted to me. “Don’t let him give you any lip.”

I could only nod in response, still in shock the connection of the electrostaff hadn’t cause Vicrul’s heart to stop.

“Thanks for hanging back Ushar,” he heaved. “Try and get a hit onto Ap’lek for me.”

Ushar breathed out a chuckle, jogging back to the arena where several more men were continuing to throw strong melee shots with electrified weapons.

“That arm looks dislocated,” I noted while sliding an IV cannula into the vein of his working elbow, locking it down with a dressing before pushing a decent dose of prepared pain relief into his system.

“And you would be correct,” he agreed, the relief of soothing medication making his breathing slower.

“I’ll work on that after I get this wound sorted,” I explained, already preparing the cleaning solution and suture kit. With the tissue scanner at hand, I hovered it over the area, the results indicating the weapon hadn’t quite made it past the peritoneum. “It doesn’t appear your internal organs have been affected,” I added. “I’ll be able to suture this closed without too much trouble.”

“Lucky me,” he chuckled, making the wound dribble with haemoserous fluid.

The electrostaff thankfully missed any important vascular structures and created an already cauterised wound, but I didn’t want to take chances. “Just try and stay still for now.”

With the pain relief doing its job, Vicrul barely flinched as I went to work, exploring the wound with my fingers as a second verification nothing had penetrated his bowel. “Can I ask why you are training with electrostaffs and energy weapons?” I asked curiously, beginning to suture the first layer together. “Not to point out the obvious, but it seems kind of dangerous.”

He smirked back at me, watching my hands closely. “They’re less dangerous than our usual weapons. But there still needs to be a little danger, otherwise it’s easy to get complacent.”

I met his eyes, brows furrowing. “Usual weapons?”

He nodded. “They’re saved for proper combat. Each is one of a kind, not worth pulling out for standard training sessions.”

One of a kind. Holy frack.

I focused hard to hide the quiver in my hands, hoping Vicrul didn’t sense my stunned realisation.

These were the Knights of Ren.

My eyes stared forcefully into the severed tissue in front of me, even amongst all instinct to search the arena for a singular figure.

Was he here?

It had never occurred to me I would have been walking into a room full of the infamous bodyguards of Kylo Ren, barely having a thought to reinforce my shield before making my way here. It was only then I recognised a distinctive energy fizzling in the background, alerting me that these men were more attuned to the Force than the average human.

While continuing my line of suturing, I actively tried to feel out Kylo’s energy signature, but with the renewed focus on my own barrier it was hard to push my senses out too far without leaving me compromised. I couldn’t feel anything unique in the vast space, their movements too quick for me to place attention on one singular body.

“That’s one of the nicest lines of stitches I’ve seen in a while. Even better than the droids,” Vicrul complimented, leaving me somewhat speechless by the flattering nature of one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy.

I didn’t respond, giving only a curt nod in return. After placing a bacta impregnated dressing over the wound site, I slowly allowed him up into a sitting position. “Do you want more pain relief before I relocate your shoulder?” I prompted, my tone flat. I was locked in concentration, still attempting to find the slightest trace of the Supreme Leader in this room.

“I can handle it,” he assured me, and I could only presume this was not the first time he’d produced this injury.

I made the necessary assessments for nerve damage, nothing seeming to be problematic just yet. Placing one hand on the top of his shoulder and the other at the point just below his elbow, I pulled hard to create enough traction to allow a fluid slip of the humeral head back into its socket. Vicrul barely batted an eye.

“You’ve done this before,” he remarked, already showing me the unaffected movement of his fingers.

“Many times,” I agreed quietly. “And I’m assuming you have too. I’m going to guess you won’t let me put you in sling.”

Vicrul flashed a smile. “You’re a smart one.”

“Please at least try not to do any strenuous activity for a day or two. I would prefer if you didn’t rip those sutures out,” I pressed, 99% sure he would ignore my advice.

“I’m sure you can just whip them back in as quickly as you just did.”

“I’ve got other patients that need my attention, who actually might follow my orders,” I huffed, wrenching back a smirk. It was truly the most unexpected conversation I was having with this man, so light-hearted and unassuming. “In any case, I’m done for now. Come and see me in the Prestige ward if you need any follow up care.”

“How about I send Ap’lek there when I break one of his bones?” he suggested scornfully, looking over at the scene behind us.

“You do that.” I began to pick up the used remnants of the suture kit, closing the bag and helping Vicrul to stand up. Curiosity was still hollering at me to examine the figures in the arena, and with my work over, the urge was too hard to ignore.

Vicrul had already shuffled away while I stood motionless with my trauma kit in hand, eyes scanning over the movements of the six bodies aggressively battering each other with hits.

It was difficult to completely differentiate their outlines amongst the rapid movement of flesh and swinging weapons. With a subtle sense of intrigue, I noted they were all human, only varying in the colour of their skin and hair, at least from what I could tell at this distanced viewpoint. Some wore the same undershirt as Vicrul, while a few had evidently forgone the article of clothing in favour of having as little restriction as possible in their actions.

Their fighting, even in practice, seemed ruthless, not yeilding any strength from their attacks, huffs of effort echoing into the space. Every time I assumed a blow would connect, their opponent would block it swiftly, moving quickly to turn their defensive stance into one of attack, continuing the flow of combat once more.

As I watched, wondering how long I could stay mesmerised before one of them noticed my stares, I began to discern the contrasts in their styles. One was prone to wide swipes against his challenger, pushing most of his power into each sway of his weapon, thrusting forward relentlessly in his assault. Another was more strategic with his hits, slowly leading his opponent into seemingly easy openings, only to pivot and shift instantly around their shape, catching them off-guard.

In the third of the pairs a tall figure snared my attention, his strikes precise yet devastating in their brute force, weapon swirling in meticulous flourishes, making his blows all the more destructive to his competitor.

Without intentional thought my eyes skimmed over his bared chest, light skin slightly shimmering with sweat, deep black hair lightly doused in the same moisture. The way his muscles tensed with each swing awoke an unwelcome spasm low in my abdomen, finding myself not immune to the way the image in front of me ignited a craving I was too enraptured to ignore.

I tried to smother the beginnings of flames down below, yet my body kept reacting unconsciously to the enticing figure centred in my vision, his torso toned and hardened from years of ruthless combat. My shape remained frozen, hypnotised, wishing only that I could step forward to view his chiselled frame up close. I kept damning myself for the heat starting to trace through my veins, knowing I should have more control over the dangerous imaginations now flickering into my mind.

The sudden hunger was uncontainable, a surging desire overwhelming me whilst my eyes took in every moment of this powerful display of finesse and strength.

It only took a moment, a single second of control slipping from my grasp, all focus lost in a static flash.

The dark-haired man thrust a hand toward his opponent, launching them meters away, head whipping immediately to where I stood.

Oh no.

I almost tripped over my own feet as I begun to scurry out of the training room, a panicked breath stuck in my throat. I ran as swiftly as my legs would take me back to the turbo lift, my heart thumping so loud it was drowning out every one of my other senses. As the doors began to slide closed, I saw his towering figure dart into the hallway, eyeing me severely as I made my escape.

I could feel my knees shaking, my stance hard to hold, barely able to keep the bag I still carried with me within my grasp. Collecting my mind into any sense of composure was near impossible, the realisations of what I saw and what I’d let happen churning in and out of my thoughts.

He’d noticed it instantly, the momentary lapse in my protection, without even trying. And the cause of it - my sudden fascination, the way he moved, letting myself be caught in the maelstrom of his raw allure, allowing my guard to falter from lack of concentration.

So selfish. So primitive. So irresponsible.

I didn’t know what to do. He would be coming to find me, there was no doubt. And knowing what I did now, being able to recall his image without difficulty, I wasn’t sure I could keep steady against his attempts to read through my thoughts. At least, not yet.

I toyed with the idea of rushing back to my quarters, to get some time to think, but quickly decided it would be reckless to be cornered. Returning to a public place would be better, also recalling an alert would ring out from the Prestige ward if I was away for too long.

I was still having trouble returning my breathing back to an even rhythm when I stepped through the entrance of the ward, pulling my jaw tight in an effort to appear unmoved by my expedition.

“How did the call out go?” Irwin asked, typing out a set of progress notes on the main computer.

“Fine,” I replied flatly. “Superficial weapon laceration and dislocated shoulder. Nothing life-threatening.” I settled at the resuscitation area, reserved for critically ill patients. It had yet to be used in the short time I’d been here, beginning to unpack the used components of the trauma kit, dropping them into disposal and restocking from the bay around me, hoping Irwin wouldn’t notice my incessantly shaking hands.

“You okay?” he queried, looking concerned.

Damn.

I plastered on a fake smile. “Absolutely.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You seem a little pale.”

“Oh,” I breathed, rattling through options for an excuse. “I walked into a training session for the Knights of Ren. I guess it was a little... intimidating.”

Irwin nodded knowingly. “You’ll get used to it. I can’t count how many times I’ve had to patch up their wounds. They don’t hold any punches, even in training.”

“You knew I was going to be treating one of them? And you didn’t think of mentioning it before I left?” A quiet rage simmered up my chest, knowing I could have avoided this situation all together.

He held his palms up, defensive. “It’s a rite of passage for this ward. You would’ve had to do it eventually.”

“Still doesn’t mean you couldn’t have given me heads up,” I grumbled, replacing the last of the pain relief vials into the kit and returning it to its designated spot.

“Why are you so upset? You just said it went fine.”

I shot him an underserving glare, my fear for what could be coming my way the only emotion influencing me. Irwin shrugged, not wanting to push my mood. We both returned to the tech station, moving back into our computers in thick silence.

I wanted to distract myself and push through the nauseating dread throbbing inside, but as I sat with my fingers ready to type out the treatment I’d performed for Vicrul, I was locked in a motionless state, unable to force my muscles into movement. All I could do was wait, take whatever dwindling time I had left until his appearance to brace myself against his telepathic onslaught.

*

Time moved without my awareness. If Irwin noticed the lack of progress in writing my notes, he didn’t mention it. I’d farewelled him over an hour ago, promising I was more than happy to stick out the rest of the shift alone. There was little movement from the patients within the ward, only sporadic coughing and sniffling breaking the silence.

He still hadn’t arrived. Every minute I expected him to appear through the ward doors, bursting in with an untempered wrath, and the longer I waited, the deeper my panic rooted itself within. I spent hours trying to conjure rationales that might hide the reality of what I’d mistakenly allowed, hoping to find a way to keep the blame on Rey. Nothing felt plausible enough for an intelligent man like him to take seriously. I could only rely on the possibility he would arrive to his own incorrect conclusion, one that might be far enough away from the truth to keep my secret safe.

I desperately didn’t want to go back to my quarters once my shift had come to an end, fearing he would be waiting for me there. It made sense that he would deem a public place an inappropriate setting for yet another interrogation. After handing over to the next shift’s doctor I made my way slowly through the frosty durasteel halls, trying to build my concentration with each step. I couldn’t falter this time, not even a little bit.

I hesitated before slipping my hand over the scanner, attempting to feel out any trace of his energy in the rooms behind the door, knowing it was probably pointless. One foot then slipped quietly past the open entryway, the air inside cold and still. I waited for a hint of motion, a breath, anything that might have indicated his presence. There was nothing.

My steps were timid as I continued to move into the living space, scrutinising every inch of the area, not a single indication of anyone, let alone him, to be seen. Relief wanted to surge through, but an irrepressible panic was still there, sizzling under the surface, keeping me on edge. Although, the stress of a night sitting in bitter dread had left me weary, and the respite of knowing he wasn’t waiting for me here made me relax enough to consider attempting sleep.

I turned, ready to make the walk to my bedroom, and Kylo Ren was before me, appearing so suddenly my first instinct told me he was a hallucination - a product of my fear getting the better of me. Within the next moment I knew he was truly here, his energy signature now unhidden, radiating with harsh intent.

The instant vision of his looming figure almost made me squeal in shock. He was adorned in the robes I recalled from my cell stay, helmet replaced onto his head, not a hint of the skin I’d witnessed in the night. Somehow, the silence remained undisturbed in the air around us, my teeth having clamped shut, staring him down with forced confidence, begging myself not to be inundated with images of his uncovered frame. He began to move towards me, the inquisitive smoke he emitted pulsing into my body, somewhat less insistent than before.

Self-preservation caused me to step backward when he made his advance. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, unfortunately without the conviction I wanted.

“I could have asked you the same question last night,” he answered severely, reminding me once again the chill his mechanically altered voice incited, continuing his encroachment into my space.

I had to tread backwards again, his body getting dangerously close. Soon it was futile, the wall connecting into my back, leaving me trapped. “I was called there. I was just doing my job.”

“Indeed,” he murmured. “I’ve been told you’ve taken to your new role quite well. But you and I both know I’m not here to discuss that.”

I swallowed hard, placing my hands flat against the icy durasteel beside me in an attempt to stop them trembling. “Do I?”

He huffed softly in frustration, his helmet lowering. Gloved hands moved to the cracked mask, fingers reaching underneath the metal. It hissed faintly as the mouthpiece that housed the vocoder became slightly detached from the rest of its shape. In one fluid motion he slipped it from his head, revealing the face I’d only viewed from a distance.

It was his deepened brown eyes that secured my attention first. The irises so dark I could barely discern where they ended and his pupils began. I trailed my gaze over his face, blood rushing to my cheeks in reaction to his unique features. The distinct shape of his nose, the delicate paleness of his skin, the plumpness of his pink lips, all of it culminating into an image I was not prepared for.

He was intimidatingly attractive, seemingly of an age not far from my own. Blackened hair had fallen elegantly at his cheeks, the length now visible to be just below an impossibly sharpened jawline. Just as his physique had caught me off guard, the full completion of his strikingly handsome appearance left me scrambling to maintain my mental balance.

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here,” I whispered, furiously retaliating the urge to surrender under his alluring stare.

His eyes pierced into mine, lips pressed in a solid line. “In the arena, while you were overlooking our training. I finally felt your signature, your thoughts. Only for a moment, before I was locked out once more. But you knew that. You felt it too.” 

The sound of his natural voice was unnerving, still deep and menacing without the vocoders filter. I refused to supply an answer to his observation, thinking it was safer to play the fool. Instead, I displayed an expression of indifference, waiting for him to make his next move.

His frame towered over me, leaning dangerously close to my face, breath bristling onto my skin as he spoke, making my blood race even quicker though my system. “I know exactly what you were thinking about in that second. What you were feeling.”

I couldn’t stop my exhale from faltering, composure ready to dissolve under the stress of fear and humiliation thumping in my chest. “I didn’t know it was you,” I whispered, conceding. “It was a basal reaction. Something I didn’t actively control.”

An eyebrow arched. “Implying what exactly?”

I glared heat into his eyes, hoping he sensed my burning contempt. “I wouldn’t ever want to think of you in that way.”

“But you did,” he murmured, his vision lingering slowly down my figure, inquisitive.

“Does it matter, what I think of you?” I challenged, trying to understand where his train of thought was heading.

Has he figured it out or not?

Finally, he returned to my stare, maintaining his proximity to my face. “It does. Particularly when it was those very thoughts that caused the shield around your mind to vanish, if only for a moment.”

This was it.

He knew.

He figured it out.

Every part of me felt like it was on fire. Every nerve, vessel, muscle and area of skin smouldering hot with a dark terror. My mind raced over the consequences of his realisation, fears I’d been running from for so many years appearing as a reality I soon would be facing.

“I have a theory,” he clarified, speaking before I might have tried to attempt my denial. “One I need to test.”

It took every portion of strength to stop my face from distorting into confusion. “What are you talking about?”

He didn’t answer, bringing his index finger to my lips. “Shh,” he hushed lowly. The connection made my muscles lock, embers beginning to glow once again in the pit of my stomach. I could feel the darkened smog of his energy hanging in the atmosphere, not attempting to break through. Like it was waiting for something.

His eyes flickered down as he shifted to pull off his gloves, this time revealing both hands, the skin of them scattered with a few tiny scars. One hand placed itself at the side of my head against the wall, holding himself steady as he leaned in even closer, our noses almost touching. I couldn’t stop myself from recoiling, scrunching my lids closed and turning my head. It was a poor decision, now feeling his exhale brushing against my skin, making my body react without any conscious control, the pace of my heartbeat surging higher with every second that passed. His thumb traced the line of my jaw, so gently, the delicate sensation sending a shiver over my skin.

“What the hell are you doing,” I hissed through gritted teeth, my mind battling between resentment and sudden craving, the two emotions screaming at me to give in to only one.

“Trying to replicate whatever caused the block to break,” he muttered, a lone finger sliding softly down my neck.

My head shot back to face him, his intimidating stare waiting for me when I opened my eyes. “Excuse me?”

His hand grasped around my throat, thumb under my chin, forcing my face to tilt upwards. “Whatever the Jedi did, whatever shield she wound around your mind, it’s not able to withstand a surge of your own... emotion.”

I wanted to be relieved, the penalties of him discovering the truth of my gift mitigated, for now. But I was suddenly trapped within a more alarming scenario.

“I don’t feel it anymore,” I seethed. “I don’t feel anything for you.”

His jaw tightened, irritated. “That’s a lie, and you know it.”

“What are you going to do? Force yourself on me?” I condemned. “That seems uncouth, even for you.”

Kylo lifted his hand from my throat, and brushed his thumb over my lips, leaning to whisper in my ear. “I saw it. What you imagined. What you craved in that moment.” His next words were slow, measured, making sure the impact was severe. “I liked it.”

Whatever hold I had on rationality was shattered with those three words.

Without warning he placed a luscious kiss at the base of my jaw, his tongue grazing the skin, causing a whimper to escape my throat. Embers ignited into flames, and I was too concentrated on reinforcing my shield to spend any energy on smothering them. Logic cried out that he was lying, only trying to break into the thoughts eluding him. I couldn’t hear the calls.

The way his hand reached to grab into my hair as his lips drifted down my neck, it made me a complete slave to my desire. I wanted to resist, I wanted to feel repulsed by him, but he’d forced his way past my tipping point, hunger beginning to overcome all sensible judgement.

His face receded to be centred in my view, and I was locked into his eyes, silently ordering me to stay still. He released his grasp from my hair, the hand wandering to the clip holding my waistbelt together, releasing it easily, having it fall to floor.

His stare was penetrating, persuasive, keeping me frozen, barely even a quiver in my inhale. Slowly, he unfastened the buttons of my grey First Order coat, exposing the bare skin underneath, moving to draw his fingers over my tensed abdomen before letting his hand feel over the curve of my waist. Every second of his touch, every connection of his fingertips, made the heat inside me grow hotter, my core beginning to pulse with a purely self-indulgent need. And through it all, the looming threat of his mental invasion was still hanging over me, ready to pounce on another slip of my concentration.

I trembled slightly as his index finger hooked delicately over the inside of my trousers, sliding along the seam, my hands disobeying his demanding stare to clutch at his robes. Somehow, I could have sworn I felt his hand shake, ever so slightly, hesitant, but I was unsure, possibly sensing the ricochet of my shuddering hips.

Was he really going to go this far?

He inhaled long and deep, pausing his advance, his expression intense. “Tell me you want it,” he rumbled, the low tenor making the flames inside increase their ferocity.

I gripped harder on him, fingers digging into the tough fabric. A voice made itself known within, shouting incessantly to stop this, but it wasn’t the one I had grown used to, the one that had been unusually quiet. It was my own voice, pleading, insisting this isn’t what I should be allowing to happen.

No, I was too far gone. Trapped within the waves of longing and lust, drowning in an ocean of desire.

“I want it.”

The semblance of a growl seeped from his lips, fingers swiftly sliding past both layers of fabric, not stopping until he’d reached my entrance. I sucked in a soft squeal, lids squeezing shut, hips jerking from the tiniest contact with my arousal. His fingers were more focused on the wetness between my legs, slipping through it slowly, my insides clenching at the feeling.

“You really do,” he purred, teasing me with subtle movement, coating his fingers with me.

There was an inescapable pleasure that began to simmer as his touch moved upwards towards my clitoris, a soft moan rising from my chest. Soon enough, I was struggling to push back the delirious fog of bliss that wanted to envelop my mind, fighting to keep my mental barrier strong under the weight of the haze.

Kylo didn’t allow me the time to collect myself, continuing to glide over the pleasure point, swirling over it, building his pace, my gasps becoming more desperate, more helpless. He lost his steadiness on the wall, the hand slipping upwards, causing him to crash his forearm into the durasteel, his face falling to the side of my head. I could feel the sharpness of his breathing as the exhale brushed at my skin, harder than before. The sensation pushed me even closer, as he maintained the sensual movement over my clit, internal flames now white hot and ready to combust. My moans grew louder, all thoughts being encompassed solely by the feel of his fingers on me, pulling me closer to ecstasy.

“Let it happen,” he rasped, almost breathless.

His words pushed me over the edge, an overwhelming euphoria rippling out from my core, a delighted whimper filling the air. My insides throbbed with pleasure, shockwaves of electricity shooting down my legs, causing them to tremble uncontrollably.

I wanted to savour it, the rapture pouring through my blood, but I was suddenly aware of the suffocating hammering of energy into my shield, attempting to tear through its now fragile protection. I could barely sustain myself against its thumping strikes, my mind cloudy, still coming down from the high of my release.

A clever deception, invading when I was completely vulnerable.

And... I’d let him.

With the smallest shards of strength left, fortified only with the cold fury my realisation had brought about, I attempted to push his heavy body off me, struggling against the weight of his solid frame.

“Get away from me,” I snarled. “Now.”

He drew his face back to meet mine, stare still as smouldering as when I’d seen it last. His body barely shifted against my attempts to shove him away, muscles tensed underneath his robes. When the protection of my shield still didn’t relinquish its hold he grew confused, slipping his hand out from under my clothes, eyes searching over the fingertips in disbelief. The smoke receded in an instant, fading from the air, giving me room to breathe. Kylo stepped back, not speaking a word, his face still exhibiting incomprehension, a turmoil appearing in his irises.

I grasped the opportunity to step around his figure, darting to the bedroom, bursting through the door and locking it behind me. I knew if he really wanted to, he would break through the latch with ease.

But I had to do something, anything, to prevent him from witnessing my descent into a disgusted misery.

~

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🔥🔥🔥Hot as Hell🔥🔥🔥

Leopold Fitz x OC

OC: Jennifer Russo, a SHIELD probie trying to prove herself in order to become an official member of Coulson’s team.

A/N: Takes place during the episode “Seeds,” but references the episodes “Aftershocks” and “Laws of Nature.” Grant is not a double agent, but Fitz still had a drowning accident. Skye has already undergone terrigenesis and is now called Daisy. Includes flashbacks.

CHAPTER 1: Bad Seed

They assembled in the kitchen area of the Bus, choking down a quick breakfast before their briefing. Fitz handed Jennifer a mug. “Jen, have some of this tea. Don’t drink that Lipton crap. This is proper British tea.”

“Hey, I drink Twinings sometimes,” she countered. “English Afternoon is fine but Irish Breakfast is my cup of tea, pun intended.” She took a sip and spat out a stray tea leaf. “This is loose tea? Sorry but I’m not as refined as you, Leopold,” she mimicked in a posh accent. “I like my tea in a bag.” She drank it anyway, needing the caffeine to power through her day.

The team was briefed by Director Coulson. A pupil named Seth Dormer was in a pool with two female peers when the water froze. His leg got stuck and another student, Donnie Gill, had to chop him out of the ice.

“The cadet could have died,” Simmons worried.

Fitz was also concerned. “We drew up those concepts years ago. We didn’t know they’d be applied in that way.”

Agent Ward placed a collection of photos from the scene on the table.

“Is this the device they found in the pool?” Agent Johnson guessed.

“Seems like it was planted in the filter days before, like someone was waiting for those specific cadets,” Ward suggested.

“That doesn’t make sense. How often do three science nerds—no offense Fitz-Simmons, I’m a nerd too—strip down for a late-night swim?” Jennifer challenged. “And why is there a pool? I can’t imagine there’s a lot of athletes there.”

Fitz tried to shake off the insult. “Well as far as they can tell, the device uses a crystalline nucleation process Simmons designed.”

Simmons added, “And a delivery mechanism he invented. That’s why we’re being asked to consult on the investigation.”

Daisy piped up, “So we’re going to the Academy?”

“Ooh field trip!” Jennifer beamed.  

“To SHIELD Hogwarts.” Daisy and Jennifer high-fived.

Ward rolled his eyes at the callowness of Johnson and Russo. “Science and Technology Division. Cadets are pretty shaken up over what happened. Agent Weaver asked if you two could speak to the student body,” motioning to Fitz-Simmons.

Russo looked to Coulson. “Sir, when’s the last time you and Agent May were at the Academy?”

“Not important, Russo. Agent May and I have our own assignment.” Russo looked down, embarrassed. She sensed that Coulson and May didn’t like her. She was only there because of Daisy.

“Let’s move out,” Ward ordered.

Jennifer placed her empty cup in the sink and removed another tea leaf from her mouth. “Thanks for the tea, Leo. What kind was it?”

“Earl Grey.”

“How does Captain Picard live on that swill? Sorry, no offense. I’m just kind of punchy this morning. We’re going to SHIELD Academy. How exciting?” As Fitz walked away defeated in his attempt to bond with her, Jennifer looked him up and down, admiring his dark blue spotted shirt, multicolored tie, and grey cardigan sweater. She’d love to be wrapped in that sweater, preferably while he’s wearing it.

The group arrived at the Sci-Tech Division. It was an SSR facility before SHIELD was founded. Daisy inquired, “Is this where you got all your PhD’s?”

Simmons corrected her. “Oh, no. You need at least one to get through the door.”

Jennifer looked down and crossed her arms, scratching an itch that wasn’t there. Why did she have to be where all the smart people converge? Couldn’t they go to Operations, where math and science weren’t a requirement? She could’ve gotten a PhD if she put in the effort. But getting a master’s degree followed by a year long internship was enough labor for one lifetime.

They bumped into Agent Weaver, professor and mentor to Fitz-Simmons. They were pleased to see her and she as well. “We’ve narrowed the suspects down to the top ten percent of our cadets. I’m worried there’s a bad seed.” She walked ahead with Jemma and Fitz, who were soon swarmed by adoring fans.

“Look at them, the popular kids. Who knew?” Daisy wondered. Jennifer knew. She admired the two of them, wishing she could be as smart and successful. She was a self-proclaimed Fitz fanatic, following him around like a stray. Annoying him with questions about his work or to explain scientific concepts. She took many advanced level science classes in high school and studied organic chemistry and biochemistry in college, but Fitz was way up in the stratosphere while Jen was stuck at sea level. She assumed Fitz deemed her to be stupid, but she appreciated that he would take the time to indulge her curiosity. Unbeknownst to her, Fitz looked forward to their one-on-one sessions.

The four agents plus Jennifer walked into a large lecture hall filled with excited yet concerned students. Agent Weaver introduced the dynamic duo. “Today we’re proud to welcome back two of SHIELD Academy’s finest. Our youngest graduates to date. You know their names. Please join me in welcoming Agent Leopold Fitz and Agent Jemma Simmons.” The onlookers, including Jennifer, clapped. At the podium, Fitz stood tall with his chin up and his eyes never leaving the audience. He opened with a joke, but quickly the lecture turned serious. Jemma made a point to encourage innovation but cautioned the group that even with the best of intentions, a creation for the betterment of mankind could fall into the wrong hands and be a detriment to humanity. Fitz’s eyes rested on Jen for a brief moment and her heart fluttered. She’d never seen him so confident and relaxed. This must be his safe space, with his kind of people. A familiar feeling Jen experienced at fan conventions. The rest of his speech was a blur as Jen’s eyes were fixated on his lips while he spoke.

“Oh God! Oh God! What is this? Hey, what’s happening to me? Help me!” Donnie’s feet started to freeze and the crackling slowly ascended his legs. “Get it off! Make it stop! Help me get it off! No! Make it stop!” The ice encrusted his head, silencing the frightened boy. Classmates screamed and jumped out of their seats.

Jemma shouted to Fitz, “Find exposed skin. He needs glucose to lower his body’s natural freezing point,” as she thumbed through her kit for a syringe.

“Simmons, I need something to break the ice.”

Ward ran over. “Fitz, talk to me.”

“Something’s doing this to him. Find it.”

“Out of my way,” Jennifer growled, pushing through the crowd. She smashed the ice with her glowing gold fist.

Stay tuned for chapter 2...

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Part 1 Belonging | MARVEL series

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by agentphilcoolson

The world entered a state of panic and fear after the Avengers fought in the Battle of New York. After Nick Fury finally tracks down the infamous assassin, code-named Atropos, it turns out everything is more twisted in ways the spy-master could ever begin to think. Who were we really working for? Who could you trust?

"I don't know where I really came from. I've never really belonged anywhere."- Arina Tan

"Time always got in our way."- Steve Rogers

"What is grief, if not love persevering?"- Vision

"We made each other human; more than what they made us to become."- Natasha Romanoff

[BuckyNat] [eventual Steve X OC] Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D X movies crossover (© agentphilcoolson and marvel) Sunday updates

Words: 3182, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Belonging | MARVEL series

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Agent Carter (TV), Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Black Widow (Comics), Black Panther (2018), WandaVision (TV), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (2016), Doctor Strange (Comics), Captain Marvel (2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, FitzSimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Grant Ward, Mike Peterson, Hydra Agents, The Bus (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Melinda May, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Alexander Pierce, Ultron (Marvel), Scott Lang, Carol Danvers, Peggy Carter, Yo Yo Rodriguez, AIDA (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Hive (Marvel), Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Mantis (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), Robbie Reyes, Thanos (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Okoye (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Daniel Sousa, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Nebula (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Howard Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Hope Van Dyne, Happy Hogan, Helmut Zemo, Georges Batroc, Brock Rumlow, Jasper Sitwell, Wolfgang von Strucker, Wong (Marvel), Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Antoine Triplett

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Lance - Relationship, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Skye | Daisy Johnson/Grant Ward, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner/Thor

Additional Tags: My First Fanfic, Fanfiction, Hydra (Marvel), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. References, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Spoilers, Crossover, Canon Crossover, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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[ao3feed-stucky]

by Stucky21

What if the mystery man from the first Avengers movie had a daughter. You know the one. He was taken by Loki and was never heard from again. Here is my take on why.

Disclaimer... Characters belong to Stan Lee. (RIP to a great man) OCs belongs to me.

Warning: Rape. Incest. Talk of sex slaves. Abuse. Natasha, Coulson, Fury, Pepper, Thor and Odin will seem a little abusive but all will be well in future chappies

If you don't like don't read. Don't let the door hit ya on the way out!

Words: 9597, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), Nick Fury, Logan (X-Men), Wade Wilson, Rogue (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Drax the Destroyer, Jasper Sitwell, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Mike Peterson, Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, FitzSimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Grant Ward, Mantis (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Loki (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Scott Lang, Stephen Strange, Hope Van Dyne, Hank Pym, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Vision (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s), Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Rape, Hurt/Comfort, Abuse, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Minor Character Death, Bondage, BDSM, LGBTQ Themes, Father-Daughter Relationship, Original Character(s), Implied Mpreg

[ao3feed-staticquake]

Wildest Dreams Daisy Johnson

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by sapphicsokas (saturnsokas)

❝ even if it’s just pretend ❞

IN WHICH . . . the looking glass is shattered under the power of Daisy Johnson’s love for her best friend.

 iron man — agents of shield — secret invasion skye/daisy johnson x female agent oc coming soon

Words: 1503, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Age of Heroes

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Secret Invasion (TV 2023)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Grant Ward, Nick Fury

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson & Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark & Original Female Character(s), Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Bisexual Skye | Daisy Johnson, which is canon to me anyway, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Character Death, plot starts in season 4 but there's lots of background before that, Slow Burn, i really don't know how to tag this fic, Resurrection, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Did I say slow burn?, they're both oblivious until death comes knocking at the door, Love Confessions, updates will come when i inevitable rewatch aos after secret invasion, Superpowers, Daisy Johnson Will Be In Secret Invasion, long fic, Star Wars References, Taylor Swift References, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Mostly Canon Compliant, nothing too big is changed, tony stark meets lance hunter and i think it's really funny, the framework arc is expanded on, More tags to be added

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[ao3feed-natashabruce]

The Life of Emily

by Stucky21

What if the mystery man from the first Avengers movie had a daughter. You know the one. He was taken by Loki and was never heard from again. Here is my take on why.

Disclaimer... Characters belong to Stan Lee. (RIP to a great man) OCs belongs to me.

Warning: Rape. Incest. Talk of sex slaves. Abuse. Natasha, Coulson, Fury, Pepper, Thor and Odin will seem a little abusive but all will be well in future chappies

If you don't like don't read. Don't let the door hit ya on the way out!

Words: 9597, Chapters: 8/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), Nick Fury, Logan (X-Men), Wade Wilson, Rogue (X-Men), Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Drax the Destroyer, Jasper Sitwell, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Mike Peterson, Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, FitzSimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Grant Ward, Mantis (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Loki (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Scott Lang, Stephen Strange, Hope Van Dyne, Hank Pym, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Vision (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s), Jane Foster/Thor, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Rape, Hurt/Comfort, Abuse, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Minor Character Death, Bondage, BDSM, LGBTQ Themes, Father-Daughter Relationship, Original Character(s), Implied Mpreg

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[ao3feed-fitzsimmons]

Wildest Dreams Daisy Johnson

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by sapphicsokas (saturnsokas)

❝ even if it’s just pretend ❞

IN WHICH . . . the looking glass is shattered under the power of Daisy Johnson’s love for her best friend.

 iron man — agents of shield — secret invasion skye/daisy johnson x female agent oc coming soon

Words: 1503, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Age of Heroes

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Secret Invasion (TV 2023)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez, Grant Ward, Nick Fury

Relationships: Skye | Daisy Johnson/Original Female Character(s), Skye | Daisy Johnson & Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark & Original Female Character(s), Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Bisexual Skye | Daisy Johnson, which is canon to me anyway, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Character Death, plot starts in season 4 but there's lots of background before that, Slow Burn, i really don't know how to tag this fic, Resurrection, Found Family, Mutual Pining, Did I say slow burn?, they're both oblivious until death comes knocking at the door, Love Confessions, updates will come when i inevitable rewatch aos after secret invasion, Superpowers, Daisy Johnson Will Be In Secret Invasion, long fic, Star Wars References, Taylor Swift References, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Mostly Canon Compliant, nothing too big is changed, tony stark meets lance hunter and i think it's really funny, the framework arc is expanded on, More tags to be added

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[wonderdyke]

Looking for RP Partner OC or Fandom

About Me: 30, Female, Queer, Poly, Kinky.  I like to write and to RP.  I prefer paragraph style format like a book being written by two people rather than a one-liner style chat.  I ALMOST always write the Dominant character in my RPs. I like to have at least one reply a day though more is preferred to get into a flow.  Willing to write Slash and Het pairings, polys, kinky.  Modern or mythical words are fine though I tend not to write fluff.  I try but I fail.  I like stories with plot alongside the smut. Partner Requirements: Must be 18+, some experience in writing or rp.  Comfortable with BDSM themes, fantasy genre, and romance.  Even if it’s more action I like a solid central romance. Fandoms, Pairings and OCs: Willing to write a completely OC story so long as it’s fantasy genre and not HIghschool related.  I’m a little too old for HS romances.  Shifter/Werewolf, Wing fic, hidden magical world, steampunk, vampire/succubus/incubus, mage school, gods with human lovers especially sex gods/gods of romance or Lucifer etc etc. Fandoms I’m into: Kingsman, LoTR/Hobbit (sort of), Marvel, Dragon Age Series, Skyrim/Oblivion, Harry Potter, Sandman Chronicles, Lucifer, Teen Wolf, Good Omens Pairings I prefer, italics are the characters I like to play, most of them I play dominant but not all, some I play switch or not kinky: Kingsman: MerlinxRoxy, MerlinxEggsy, MerlinxOC(female or male), PercivalxLancelot/OC Male LoTR/Hobbit: ThranduilxOC Female, ThranduilxLegolas (incest pairing obvs), FaramirxEowyn, EowynxFaramir, AragornxBoromir, EomerxOC F or M Marvel: (I haven’t seen the latest two Avengers films so these are all pre those) CoulsonxHawkeye, Grant WardxJenna Simmons, CoulsonxFitzxHawkeye (would share one or I could play two characters), Black WidowxHawkeye (Pre SHIELD days) Dragon Age Series: MorriganxAlastir or AlastirxMorrigan, AndersxHawke, HawkexAnders, AndersxFenris, VarricxCassandra, BlackwallxCullenxInquisitor (willing to play any one or two of these), CullenxInquisitor, BlackwallxHarding, InquisitorxDorian, Iron BullxDorian, Iron BullxInquisitorxDorian, Iron BullxInquisitor, Iron BullxCullen, CullenxDorian, InquisitorxKrem, Iron BuillxDorianxKrem Skyrim/Oblivion: OC/OC Harry Potter: Draco/Harry (in Hogwarts starting book five ish), SeverusxHermoine, SeverusxOC (post war), Wesley Twinsx OC Female, Lucius MalfoyxSeverus (post war turned good sorta) Sandman Chronicles: LuciferxMazikeen, DesirexOC, DreamxOC Lucifer: LuciferxOC(s) Good Omens: CrowleyxAziraphale Teen Wolf: DerrickxStyles Other Notes: You can private message me here and I will give out my Discord when we agree on a story.  I have few taboos (just scat, major character death, and extreme underage.  If you don’t see your pairing but it’s in a fandom I like, just shoot me a message.  I might not be ‘into it’ but I might be willing to try it with a good idea.

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Part 1 Belonging | MARVEL series

by agentphilcoolson

The world entered a state of panic and fear after the Avengers fought in the Battle of New York. After Nick Fury finally tracks down the infamous assassin, code-named Atropos, it turns out everything is more twisted in ways the spy-master could ever begin to think. Who were we really working for? Who could you trust?

"I don't know where I really came from. I've never really belonged anywhere."- Arina Tan

"Time always got in our way."- Steve Rogers

"What is grief, if not love persevering?"- Vision

"We made each other human; more than what they made us to become."- Natasha Romanoff

[BuckyNat] [eventual Steve X OC] Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D X movies crossover (© agentphilcoolson and marvel) Sunday updates

Words: 3182, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Belonging | MARVEL series

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Agent Carter (TV), Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Black Widow (Comics), Black Panther (2018), WandaVision (TV), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Iron Man (Movies), Doctor Strange (2016), Doctor Strange (Comics), Captain Marvel (2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, FitzSimmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Grant Ward, Mike Peterson, Hydra Agents, The Bus (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Melinda May, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Alexander Pierce, Ultron (Marvel), Scott Lang, Carol Danvers, Peggy Carter, Yo Yo Rodriguez, AIDA (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Hive (Marvel), Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Mantis (Marvel), Groot (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), Robbie Reyes, Thanos (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Okoye (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Daniel Sousa, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Nebula (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Howard Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Hope Van Dyne, Happy Hogan, Helmut Zemo, Georges Batroc, Brock Rumlow, Jasper Sitwell, Wolfgang von Strucker, Wong (Marvel), Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Antoine Triplett

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Lance - Relationship, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Skye | Daisy Johnson/Grant Ward, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner/Thor

Additional Tags: My First Fanfic, Fanfiction, Hydra (Marvel), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. References, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Spoilers, Crossover, Canon Crossover, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/31780192