#jemma strikes again

[royale1803]

I stg jemma this is gorgeous ilu

wip!

[incorrect-multiverse]

*at some point, probably*

Daisy: In my defence, I was left unsupervised.

May: Wasn’t Simmons with you?

Simmons: I was also left unsupervised.

[and-to-you-its-just-words]

Little piece from one of the new 60th BTS. Jemma’s laugh strikes again!

[skyler10fic]

Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 13

Summary: Time to gear up and put the new plan in motion as Saber launches its first mission, but Skye running into Pierce and Yon-Rogg wasn't what they anticipated!

Notes: Next to last chapter, so it's a longer one!

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Using Carol’s recovered escape pod, the Shield scientists had secretly been working on the final missing pieces to develop Saber, the space division of Shield. Technically, Saber was more akin to NASA, focused on research, rather than military aims. Its older sister, Sword, had been requisitioned by the Special Forces of the U.S. military and joint operations with other Shield-affiliated nations. While Sword sent armed satellites up to monitor and protect the earth from extraterrestrial and foreign aerospace threats, funded by Pentagon dollars and international equivalent budgets, Saber stayed a dream within Shield until now.

“Ironic,” Carol quipped, hearing this explanation. “It’s supposed to be for research instead of action, and its first mission is tactical?”

“Convenient,” Natasha corrected. “We need space tech we have complete control over. Pierce is heavily involved with Sword.”

“Of course he is.” Melinda rolled her eyes at how predictable the man could be. “Skye—”

“Already on it.” Skye opened her laptop and set it on her crisscrossed legs. As she worked on preparing distractions to divert the attention of the Sword satellites, the Marias took turns explaining the spaceship to Carol, Melinda, Natasha, and Phil.

Jemma and Fitz arrived again, with first aid and survival kits in case anything went wrong and they couldn’t get home for a few days. Skye looked up at the couple’s earnest, cheery faces as they held the bags out like they were delivering the day’s lunch order.

“Wait, sorry, is that typical with space travel?” Skye eyed the bags skeptically. “We might just be stuck out there?”

Jemma sighed and set her bag down at Skye’s side. “The ship is untested. Maiden voyage, remember? But historically in the industry, yes, it’s something to be aware of and prepared for. Like so.” Jemma gestured to the bag again, expecting a little more gratitude than the anxiety she was met with.

“Thank you,” Melinda said genuinely. “Preparation is what we’re here for. We don’t know what we’ll be dealing with out there.”

They ended the hour with a revised plan: Carol and Natasha would play along with Yon-Rogg and Pierce. Maria Rambeau, Melinda, and Skye would follow, flying the Saber spaceship to the Kree base to take out as many guards as they could to clear the way for Carol and Natasha to sneak away and rejoin them on the Saber ship before anyone noticed.

“In a perfect world, at least.” Maria Hill shrugged. “In reality, we know you’re going to need Kree-level icers, and Fitz has helped us add cloaking to the ship that will work in space.”

Fitz let out an “ah!” as if that was his cue. He opened a case on the conference room table and distributed the upgraded handguns to Maria Rambeau, Melinda, Natasha, and Skye.

“Given what we know about Kree skin, normal bullets are useless, as are our current icers. These work the same as standard issue but the toxins are powerful enough to be absorbed into Kree bodies. That said, if you accidentally hit a human, they will be out for days, not hours. So be careful with these.”

Skye opened her mouth, but before she could protest that she didn’t need one, Melinda chimed in. “Yes. Because from what Carol’s said about the inhumans there, it’s safer if the Kree think you’re just a normal human. No powers unless you have to.”

“Good point.” Skye accepted the gun and returned to her laptop. She already had a job besides enhanced agent. She was the only one who could make this plan work so they could even get out of the Earth’s atmosphere undetected.

Carol knew Skye and Melinda could grate on each other’s nerves, but it made her heart twinge to see a mother-daughter pair so close that they knew exactly what the other would say. They were so similar, from little mannerisms to their stubbornness and courage. Inherent in their banter was the unspoken understanding that Melinda was Skye’s idol, and Skye was Melinda’s pride and joy.

“Carol.” Maria Hill brought her back from her thoughts about the family she loved already and the family bonds she’d never had. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“More than, ma’am.” Carol raised her chin in confidence. “I’ve escaped from that base before. And this time, it’s even planned in advance.”

She winked at Skye’s nervous expression to reassure her.

“I’ll be there the whole time,” Natasha promised, seeing through Carol’s bravado as few could. “I’ll have to play my part until I get the signal from Rambeau though, so sorry in advance.”

Maria Rambeau chuckled, “We’ll make it as quick as possible, I promise.”

Melinda nodded. “In and out, just to damage as much of their systems as we can and keep them from coming back.”

All eyes turned to Skye who smiled devilishly from behind her laptop. “I’ve got a virus made especially for their nav systems, built using the code from the pod. They won’t even know how to get back here if they wanted to.”

Fitz tossed her a USB drive with a dongle adapter made especially for the ports on the pod, which Carol said were their universal connectors and would work anywhere in the Kree systems. Hardware wasn’t the problem; access to the system once it was plugged in was a complication only a coding magician like Skye could handle.

Natasha noticed the hour was up and stood. “We need to get back to the training center, and then Carol and I will take the elevator up to Pierce’s office. Phil, comms?”

Everyone gathered by the door for Phil to hand out the clear micro communicators that would fit so invisibly and deeply in their ears that no one would notice. “I’ll be with Hill, quarterbacking from our hidden command center. I want regular updates when you can, and I’ll be monitoring the ship the entire time.”

He paused at Skye and Melinda. “You’ve got this.”

Skye put in her comms and hugged him tight while Melinda put hers in. Melinda and Phil kissed, and Carol considered whether she could sneak in a goodbye kiss to Skye. It was too late though; her opportunity was lost as Natasha rushed her out the door. Carol looked back at Skye one final time, and Skye sent her a tentative go-get-em smile meant to reassure her.

Hurrying along the hallways of Shield with Natasha, Carol reminded herself to trust their team. With any luck, they’d be reunited in no time.

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Skye held it together until she got to the roof, metal stairs trembling under her. She let the door slam shut behind her and shouted into the cloudy sky. She balled up her fear in tense fists and yelled again as she released the pressure with arms outstretched. To anyone watching, it might have looked like her voice had the power to split the clouds, but it was the power channeled through her hands. Just like Dr. Garner had taught her when the storm inside her grew too strong. She came up here where she couldn’t hurt anyone or anything. She could even jump from and land on the helipad without destroying the roof. But it had the obvious advantage of being out of sight as well. Here, she could let it out without scaring anyone, literally parting the grey hanging over her to see the light again. She panted in exertion and gathered herself. A plastic bag floated over the roof and Skye used the remainder of her fear and anger at the situation to blast it into oblivion.

A slow clap startled her, and she turned to see a ship being decloaked.

She outstretched a hand in warning and demanded, “Who are you?”

But she knew as soon as she asked.

The man smirked. “You can call me master or sir. After all, you’re the inhuman girl lost all those years ago, aren’t you? Well, Daisy Johnson, all grown up. I’m here to take you home.”

“I’m not who you think,” she lied. Before she could even fire a warning quake in his direction, he raised his fist in her direction and a painful jolt shot through her. Inhibitor wires surrounded her with a power so strong, she struggled to remain alert.

As she slumped to the ground, Pierce emerged on the rooftop with Natasha and Carol.

“No!” Carol shouted. “You’ve got me. Don’t hurt her.”

Pierce ran to Skye with a concern that surprised Natasha and Carol, though they could only exchange worried glances. He ensured she was alive and pulled her to her feet, but Skye could still barely think or keep her eyes open through the pain.

“You FOOL!” Pierce scolded and grabbed Yon-Rogg by the neck, shoving him against the Kree ship. “That’s the daughter of some very powerful people around here, and the prodigy of the director himself!”

Yon-Rogg remained unbothered despite being trapped in Pierce’s grasp. He patted Pierce’s arm patronizingly. “There, there, brother. I was only recovering our stolen property. Are you to tell me that you knew the inhuman girl was here and you weren’t planning on bringing her along? Or did she escape your notice right under your nose this whole time? The Supreme Intelligence will want to know.”

Pierce grunted but relented and let Yon-Rogg go. He adjusted his tie and commanded, “In.”

“C’mon!” Natasha said harshly, playing her role. She pushed Carol forward and then grabbed Skye by the shoulders to shove her up the ramp to the ship.

Yon-Rogg took over Skye-steering duties and threw her into a cage in the cargo section at the back. He commanded to Natasha as he passed back toward the cockpit, “Stay here and watch her.”

Carol tried to stay too, but Yon-Rogg grabbed her by the bicep and pulled her to the front. When he turned to face her, she wanted to spit with anger. Right on his smug, cocky, fucking—

“You know, I never understood why you asked so many questions,” he said, a tone of empathy now coating his sneer. “Poor girl, needed to get a taste of the Terran base desires, is that it? Sample a little of the hometown fare, hm?”

Carol stole a glance toward the back of the ship to check on Skye, but he grabbed Carol’s chin and held her attention on him. “You could have been so much more. And you will be. I haven’t given up on you, Captain. And I’m sorry.”

He dropped his hold on her as they took off, hovering off the roof of the Shield building. They sat down on opposing jump seats and strapped in, trapped in this together now.

“Sorry? For what? Stealing me from my home, my family? Kidnapping me again now!? Raising me to think I was doing noble heroic things, but all the time you were filling my head with LIES!” Carol lashed out as the ship launched, jerking them against the multipoint seatbelts.

Yon-Rogg laughed, “Carol, be serious, this Shield has been the one lying to you. Your true home is with us. Who taught you to use your powers, to reach your potential far beyond these humble origins? Who was there for you every day and night, teaching you to fight with honor?”

Carol shook her head and gritted her teeth. “You know nothing about honor.”

Their silent stares, waiting for the other to break, ended in a stalemate as Pierce summoned Yon-Rogg to the cockpit. He patted her on the head as he passed, and she tried to trip him with her boot. He then turned on a dime and shot her with the same inhibitor wires he’d wrapped Skye in. He sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you’ve made it necessary.”

He opened a pouch at his side to retrieve handcuffs. He clicked them on Carol’s now-immobile wrists and flicked a switch. “There. You could have come back and pled your case by my side. You were young, naive, bewitched by that which you did not know. You could have repented and begged for mercy. But I see you’ve made your choice.”

He retracted the wires with the press of a button on his gauntlets. She didn’t need them anymore. The handcuffs were enough to rob her of her powers and even some of her natural strength. Satisfied, Yon-Rogg joined Pierce in the cockpit, leaving the women alone in the back. Carol scrambled to check on Skye, who was still slipping in and our of consciousness on the floor of the cage.

They reached the hyperspace jump point, and the high-pitched noise from the ship was enough to mask their voices.

“Romanov!” Maria Hill called through the comms. “What the hell happened up there?”

“We have Skye,” Natasha said. “She’s in some sort of net that is keeping her sedated. That’s the best way I have to describe it.”

“Inhibitor,” Carol mumbled, settling into a jumpseat across from Natasha. “Turns off our powers, but it drains our energy too.”

Skye stirred but whimpered when she moved.

“It’s hurting her,” Natasha said. “But I don’t have a way to turn it off and they locked her up where I can’t remove it.”

“It’s like,” Carol slurred, “tiny pricks of pins? Needles, not too bad, but no fun.”

Natasha softened her gaze at Carol. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll keep watch.”

“Mmmkay.” Carol nodded. Without the wires on her, the only thing she had to fight was the inhibiting power of the handcuffs, so a nap would help her regain her strength. She was going to need it if they were walking into a battle with an entire base of Kree warriors.

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Skye startled awake in a cold, sterile white prison cell. Outside the window, she saw only stars in every direction.

“Good morning, princess,” a smooth voice greeted her in amusement. It belonged to her cellmate, a ruggedly handsome blond with scruffy facial hair and captivating, kind eyes, the type that made Skye want to trust him.

“Where are we?” Skye rasped out. She looked out the window again, but no planets provided a point of orientation.

“Thought that’d be obvious,” the young man chuckled. “Prison. I’m Dr. Lincoln Campbell, by the way. But you can call me Lincoln.”

Skye stuck out a hand, unsure if handshakes were something they did here. He looked at it carefully but didn’t reciprocate. “I’m Skye. I was kidnapped by a guy named Alexander Pierce. Know him?”

Lincoln furrowed his brow and sat on his bed, attached to the plain white wall. “That doesn’t sound like a Kree name. And he’s not inhuman, or any of the other species I’ve seen around here.”

Skye sighed. “Right. Yon-Rogg was the other guy?”

Lincoln was intrigued now. “Yeah, Starforce commander. Wait, how did you know him?”

Skye decided he was trustworthy enough, and besides, she didn’t have anything to lose at this point. “I don’t. He came to my planet and tried to take my girlfriend. When he saw me too, he decided two for the price of one.”

Lincoln put the pieces together. “But you’re in here and she isn’t. You’re in here… in the inhuman holding area for rehabilitation. You’re inhuman.”

Skye hesitated but nodded. “I’d prove it to you, but they seem to have drained my powers on the flight in.”

Lincoln pointed up to the metal plates next to the lights. “These work as broad inhibitors. Without our powers or energy, we can’t make trouble. So, really, what’d you do? Destroy something with your powers in public? Pick a fight with a Starforce guard? Had to be something big for this level of detainment.”

Skye paced the cell, looking for weak points or exposed electronics she could exploit to her advantage. “Not really anything I did so much as who I am.”

“Because of your girlfriend, who is still being questioned?” Lincoln guessed.

“Her name’s Carol, and no. Well, sort of. I got caught because they were looking to bring her back here.”

Lincoln stood and approached, forcing Skye to stop pacing. The hope in his eyes surprised her. “Carol Danvers?”

“Yeah, how? She said she didn’t know many inhumans.”

Lincoln smiled. “She made it home to C-53, then? She’s why I’m in here, you know.”

“Wait, you’re the inhuman doctor that helped her? Dr. Campbell?”

Lincoln winked and laid down on the bed, tossing up a ball of wrapped bandage fabric like a human man might play idly with a baseball. “And now I’m the inhuman prison doctor. No good deed goes unpunished here.”

Skye wanted to say thank you, to express how much his help had changed her life and saved Carol’s, but the words died in her throat. He was in prison—no, “inhuman holding and rehabilitation,” which sounded like a fancy word for torture. And now, at least from his perspective and potentially truly if things didn’t go according to plan, his sacrifice was for nothing. Carol was facing judgment somewhere else on this ship.

A ringing and then static filled Skye’s ear. “Ow!”

“Skye,” Melinda came in over the comm, “can you hear me?”

“Mom? I hear you,” Skye said. Lincoln caught his bandage ball and glanced over at her. She pointed to her ear.

“You’re alive. Are you okay?” Melinda exhaled in relief, possibly the first deep breath she’d taken in hours.

“Yeah, I’m in inhuman prison, which isn’t great, but my cellmate is the doctor who helped Carol escape.”

Lincoln pressed a finger to his lips in the universal sign for shhh.

Melinda asked what floor of the space base, or any identifying markers that would help them find her, but a guard walked by so Skye couldn’t answer.

The guard pressed a button at the end of the hall that beeped. “Reporting floor 47 clear. Requesting access to door 32.”

When the door shut automatically behind the guard, Skye repeated these numbers to the team listening on comms.

“Let’s hope that’s a sign luck’s with us tonight,” Maria Rambeau quipped. “Wait, without Skye to do her coding thing to make the docking bay doors open, how are we going to get in?”

There was some background noise as they consulted with those in the common center back on Earth, and then Melinda, with a smile in her voice, repeated, “Sniper style. I can handle that.”

“Please be careful!” Skye begged. The transmission cut out, and Skye met Lincoln’s waiting gaze.

Skye shrugged. “Okay so the whole thing wasn’t an accident. Me getting caught was defiinitely not in the plan and is going to make this harder. But if you can help me get out of here, I can get you and as many inhumans as we can to safety on Earth, uh, I mean C-53. I’m an agent with an organization called Shield. Keeping people safe from alien threats is our main thing.”

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. “Alien threats? Like you and me? Do they know what you are?”

“Yeah,” Skye defended. “And the people who don’t, it’s more because I’m beyond their clearance level. We have a whole team of people like us, the enhanced division.”

Lincoln laid back on the bed and began tossing his stupid ball again. “And if you weren’t using your powers for your job, but just because you wanted to, would people in public freak out about that?”

Skye approached his bed and caught the ball. “Hey! I’m offering to get you out of this place. From what I’ve heard, it’s not great for people like us here either. Maybe we can’t go around with alien pride flags or something, but you’d be free to make your own choices, not anyone’s weapon or toy or clown or whatever.”

Lincoln sighed and sat up. “You’re right. Sorry. I’ve just heard stories. Inhumans like you from colonies who get sold or traded or win a fight and then end up back here with a reality check for the rest of us. Here, at least no one’s surprised when I use my hands to restart someone’s heart.”

“Electrical powers,” Skye recalled. “You can turn off the lights.”

“Yeah, I was really hoping the saving lives part of that sentence would be the impressive one.”

Skye considered him for a minute. “You haven’t asked what mine are.”

“It’s considered rude, in our culture.”

“Oh.” She tossed back his ball. “Well, I can use the vibrations that objects give off to manipulate them.”

“Huh.” Lincoln turned the ball in his hands. “Every inhuman power fills a void, where there’s a need in our kind. Of course, I’m guessing the inhuman population on C-53 is still pretty small. From what I know, there’s only a hundred or so families who have ever made it there.”

Skye blinked at him. “There are other inhumans on Earth? I’m not the only one?”

He watched Skye carefully. “Yeah… Did your parents tell you much about us when you went through terrigenesis?”

The secure door at the end of the hallway beeped again and the guard appeared. The cell across from them opened, and a muscular young man was pushed in. On Earth, he would have been assumed to play football, but here, Skye guessed his powers had something to do with feats of strength unthinkable for the average human man.

“Joey!” Lincoln called out when the automatic door had shut again, leaving them alone. “You alright, man?”

“Hey, yeah, they just needed me for some metal bending upstairs. On purpose this time, and no one got hurt.” His laugh was self-deprecating and sheepish, and Skye assumed that’s what he was in prison for. “Who’s this?”

“Hi,” Skye stepped up to the cell door. “I’m Skye. New arrival from C-53. Terran, or well, inhuman, but raised just as a normal human. I was just about to tell Lincoln here that I’m adopted. I never learned inhuman culture, and frankly, you two are the first other inhumans I’ve ever met. At least as far back as I can remember. From what I know, I was born here, but when I was really little, I ended up on Earth, sorry, C-53, and got adopted by the people who found me. I actually didn’t know I was inhuman or get my powers—terrigenesis?—until pretty recently. Anyway, how about you guys?”

“You’re…” Joey stared at her and paled like she was a ghost. “You’re her. The kid who got away.”

Lincoln shook his head. “Hey, no, man, she doesn’t need all that. I’m sure Skye’s had a long day…”

Skye remembered, right before she fell, Yon-Rogg had called her something else. “You knew about her? Daisy Johnson, is that right?”

She turned to Lincoln, who was avoiding meeting her eyes. “Carol said my parents were killed. That you would have heard about me, in stories and warnings? Even if you were just kids too, you’d have known about them. Please, all I know is how they died because they tried to save me.”

Joey sighed in sympathy. “I’m so sorry. That’s all we were told too. After you disappeared, things got worse for a while, but now it’s just normal for us. It’s not your fault. My parents were killed too. I try to honor their memory every day. That’s how we survive here.”

“I’m sorry.” Skye pressed a hand to the bars. “Joey, we’re going to get out of here, and I want you to come too.”

Joey’s eyes widened. “You can’t talk like that! If they hear you—”

“You’ll see.” Skye said simply.

Lincoln shook his head at her delusion and went back to tossing his bandage ball. The guard passed by again and called lights out, and they settled into their beds, Skye on her side with her hand over her ear so she wouldn’t miss even a whisper of an incoming transmission.

[themculibrary]

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[pers-books]

Star-studded Opening night for Wilko World Premiere at the Queen’s Theatre, Hornchurch.

A dazzling Opening Night unfolded on Saturday, marking the world premiere of Queen’s Theatre Hornchurch’s inaugural show for their spring season. Wilko is a production skilfully written by renowned journalist and TV broadcaster Jonathan Maitland, playing until 24 February.

The star-studded event drew in illustrious personalities, including Jemma Redgrave, celebrated for her roles in Dr Who, Holby City, and Grantchester. Currently sharing the screen with Jason Statham in The Beekeeper, Jemma expressed her enthusiasm: “I absolutely loved it. It’s brilliantly written, exceptionally well-performed, and the music is fantastic. Come and see it!”

John Michie, known for his roles in Holby City, Coronation Street, and Taggart, revealed his admiration for the Canvey Island legend, saying, “I’m a big fan of Dr Feelgood. I loved Wilko Johnson, and this cast tonight absolutely nailed it. The music was spot on. It’s a great show; I highly recommend it!”

Patrick Gibson (Shadow and Bone, The Tudors),Richard Gibson (‘Allo ‘Allo), and Penelope Rawlins(award-winning voice artist) praised the evening as “the best evening imaginable,” commending the amazing cast and the performance of fantastic music.

Sadie Nine of BBC Essex Radio described the show as “absolutely fabulous” and urged those near Canvey Island to attend.

The list of VIPs included Richard ‘Kid’ Strange, founder of the mid-1970s proto-punk band Doctor of Madness, and Rebecca Harris MP for Castle Point.

From standing ovations to heartfelt commendations, audiences have showered praise on the world premiere of this rock ‘n’ roll extravaganza. Its enchanting blend of humour and emotion has captivated viewers, who lauded the cast’s brilliance, the well-crafted script, and the superb staging.

Here’s a glimpse of the audience’s acclaim for “Wilko”:

• “An extraordinarily brilliant show. It had integrity; amazing performances, fabulous music, and much to say about life…go see it!”

• “Great show. Brilliant cast. Very well written and staged. Went last night and will be back for sure.”

• “Anyone who is a fan of Dr Feelgood or Wilko Johnson should see it.”

• “It’s brilliant. The actor who plays Wilko is great. All the cast are fantastic. Some laughs and some tears.”

• “Take my hat off to the writer who gave us great insights into Wilko’s life and career.”

• “10/10 – I want to see it again!”

Wilko is a striking biographic play with live music celebrating the extraordinary life of Dr Feelgood co-founder Wilko Johnson. In 2012 the iconic rock star was told he had inoperable cancer and a year to live. Refusing all treatment, he decided to spend his last months living meaningfully: seeing the people, places and things which meant most to him during his remarkable life. Then, a miracle happened….  This new play is a mixture of words, rock ‘n roll, and quotes from the man himself – tells the amazing, uplifting true story of Wilko, the Essex legend. 

Tickets from £19 (plus 65p QNext fee), under 26s £8 (age guidance 11+). To book, call the Box Office on 01708 443333 or visit queens-theatre.co.uk 

[tangent101]

Critical Role mini-Fanfic

Writing Prompt: Imogen's father died in an accident just a few years after Imogen's mother vanished. But just when the town gathers together to chase off the threat a six-year-old Ruidus-born could bring upon a town... she is rescued by the most unexpected of people

Imogen shrank into herself at the shouting around her, wrapping her arms close. It had happened so fast… one of Master Faramore's horses had lashed out with its hooves. Her father's body flew through the air, striking the wall with a sickening thud before he tumbled to the ground. The light dimmed from his eyes as she stared at him, unmoving, his chest not even laboring for breath. Others rushed around her, grabbing the horse's reins, as everything blurred. Heat ran down her cheeks and her lungs burned. Daddy… and everything went dark.

"She doesn't belong here! She's cursed! She brought doom down upon her father and if she stays she'll doom us all! We must be rid of her!"

Imogen stirred at the harsh voice, belonging to Jemma. The old lady had loathed her for as long as Imogen remembered, looking down her bulbous red nose at her and muttering how she was born under an ill omen.

"Now let's not jump to any conclusions, Jemma," Master Faramore said, his voice soothing, but Jemma shouted him down.

"And what? Who's going to take her in? We all know she's Ruidus-born! Too much of her mother in her, that one. None of us are going to risk taking in her curse! We need to drive her from the village before she curses us all!"

Cursed. Jemma's words echoed in her ears. She'd heard the word spoken before in hushed tones, though the six-year-old child didn't exactly know what it meant. But… the memory of her father flying through the air, hitting the wall… I'm to blame. I'm the cursed one. Tears filled her eyes, running down her cheeks, and she stumbled, trying to flee. But she could not escape the taunts and shouts following her.

"Get out of here, you witch! You've no place here!"

"Cursed child! No one wants you!"

"Better you died instead of Relven!"

Better you died… the words echoed in Imogen's head as the world blurred around her until finally she fell to the ground.

"What are you doing? She's a child!" one woman cried out, but as she wiped her eyes clear, she saw the woman being drawn away from a shame-faced man. Other people looked at her and then turned away while the haggard face of Jemma loomed closer.

"Do any dare speak for this child? Her father be dead by her curse. Will any of you risk taking on her curse?" Others were by her side, their low muttering growing in volume. Something struck Imogen, and she felt something hot and sticky running down her face and she turned and started running blindly toward the gate before she bounced off of someone's legs.

Gentle hands grasped her, helping her to her feet, and Imogen looked up at concerned blue eyes, one a sapphire blue and the other the pale blue of a hazy summer sky. Her raven-hued hair was shorn short, held in place with a silver tiara, a bright green stone centered on her forehead.

"Be gone, stranger! This matter concerns you not!" Jemma snapped. At that, the woman's gaze narrowed and while her hand still held her shoulder, she straightened and turned her attention to the small mob gathered before her. Imogen glanced over her shoulder and at the glares and hate just boiling off of them and fled into the woman's arms, sobbing.

"My goddess would never forgive me if I failed to intervene. She has long had a soft spot for children." The woman said, her words a strange dissonance, what was heard different than what Imogen somehow knew was spoken. The woman paused, touching the wound on Imogen's forehead, and then spoke a soft prayer, closing the wound, though crimson still stained her lavender hair. She looked her tone grew colder. "Who threw the stone?" No one responded and she spoke again, her tone positively glacial. "Where are her parents?"

"Dead. Dead and gone, as she deserves to be. This child was born under Ruidus's glare, and you'll be cursed for sheltering her, mark my words!" Jemma responded, spitting toward them.

"And none will take her in? You would abandon her? Have you no shame?!?" She knelt and took Imogen in her arms, standing again to stare them down.

"You try to shame us? We have families to worry about! She's been cursed by the Gods! Drive her away!" Jemma shouted and several men and women around her chucked rocks at them. First one, and then a second and a third paused in their flight, floating in the air as the green stone in the woman's tiara started to glow.

"Cursed, you say? So be it. But you seek to slay a child out of superstitious fear. I cannot abide that. So I call down the Doom of Gelvaan upon you all." The very air dimmed as she spoke, the green of its light illuminating those around the woman.

"The Gods will forsake your town. Their priests shall pass you by. Their magics will fade in your lands. And in time, so too will you fade. Merchants will leave and pass you by. Minstrels shall stop not at your door. Your crops will falter and barely keep you fed. And your children will leave, one by one, until only pale memories remain. Not even the Dead shall wander these lands. You are forsaken."

Her words echoed and those around Jemma quailed and first one and then another broke and fled until only Jemma remained, tears running down her cheeks. The glow of the woman's tiara faded until only the diminished light of the sun lit the land. "You have no right! She is Ruidus-born! She is cursed by the Gods! As will you be!"

The woman ignored her and turned, walking out of Gelvaan with Imogen in her arms, passing through the gates. Soon the light of the sun brightened, beyond the borders of the town, and Imogen let herself be carried by the woman, hiding her face in her shoulder. Finally they paused, and the woman let her down. "Sorry. You're getting heavy," the woman said, a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry," Imogen said with a sniffle, and the woman knelt before her, a sad look in her eyes.

"You did nothing wrong, sweetie. Sometimes people are just assholes. And if a little illusion dimming the lights in the area scares them, that's on them."

"You didn't curse them?" Imogen asked, and the woman shook her head.

"My Goddess wouldn't approve," she said, and then paused. "Okay. They weren't very nice so maybe she would do a little curse but… not everyone. So. What's your name?"

Imogen sniffled and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her dress and then whispered "My name's Imogen."

The woman smiled widely and whispered back "Imogen's a beautiful name. You can call me Angel."

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

Get To Know Me: Friendships

tagged by the lovely @winterlovesong1 thank you!! 💜

rules: name at least five platonic relationships you love, each from a different fandom.

1) The Crows (aka My Crows) / Six of Crows & Sab

It's the found family of it all for me, but mostly the fact that every relationship within that group is iconic af. Don't get me started about Kaz and Nina being the absolute best worsties. Don't talk to me about Jesper and Inej. Wylan and Matthias being the newbies judging the crows until they realize these are the best companions they could ever hope for. Inej and Nina and all their small rescues. Matthias begrudgingly learning to respect and admire Kaz. Jesper and Nina. Wylan worrying about Inej and deciding to stay until they get her back. Kaz and Jesper being brothers. I love all of my crows and I love how much they all love one another. They are simply perfect, I'll take no criticism about this

2) Lucy/George/Lockwood / Lockwood & Co

Ding ding ding, found family my beloved strikes again. What's better than living with your partner and technically your boss and risking your life with them every day? Nothing, that's what. I simply adore trios in general and it's such a delicate balance to write, but this trio is perfect. Each of them believes themselves to be the normal one bringing balance to the other two and I adore that because they each bring something very specific to the table: Lucy, with her emotional maturity and intelligence; Lockwood and his bravery and skillful leadership; George with his cleverness and his humor. They're best friends and they're a family and George will be best man at their wedding and godfather to their daughter and still their friendship will never waver.

3) Alex Stern & Pamela Dawes / Ninth House

My girls!!! My beautiful badass baby girls. If Ninth House made me love them, then Hell Bent made me go 'this is my ride or die favorite friendship'. Literally Dawes is Sunshine and Alex Midnight Rain and I love them. The love is so potent!!! They think they're opposites at first but truly they're both made of steel.

4) The Bus Kids: fitzskimmons / Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

God, I miss my tiny babies!!! I just adore these three together but also the duos within the trio. Inseparable fitzsimmons even without the romantic aspect, fresh out of the Academy, one brain, one heart; Jemma and Skye ("I already have one sister and her name is Jemma Simmons"), Fitz and Daisy when she feels like her entire world is falling apart and he's the one reminding her that who she is is perfect and doesn't need fixing. My most special children.

5) Weller & Patterson / Blindspot

I just love the big brother/little sister vibe between these two. It's another example of found family, no surprise there, but I think that out of all the relationships, this is the one that stuck the most with me over the years. It's the little things: how much he believes in her, how small she looks in his arms, how fierce and feral she is to defend him. Guess I'm gonna have to rewatch the whole show now and get back in that spiral.

tagging @flythesail @sunshineandsciencebabies @katherineebishop

[sundayinthcpark]

guys i deadass just saw the beekeeper in theatres again just. just so i could film jemma’s scenes. and make an edit. or president danforth. please someone send help (gonna post the edit on tiktok in a couple days when the strike is over)

[samanthaswishes]

ANOTHER THING THAT RUBBED ME THE WRONG WAY IN 7x13 IN FITZSIMMONS'S PLAN!

In the flashback, Jemma says, "But I feel the guilt inside... the guilt for having left."

Obviously, she feels this way because she doesn't want to leave Alya, and that's a given. Any parent would feel guilty under the circumstance they were in and leave their child behind.

But was there no guilt in spending five years in space, leaving behind their entire team to fend for themselves? Obviously, time travel was in their favor, so the team didn't live through time like they did, but it still irks me just how much Fitz and Simmons didn't really care about the team. Especially since they decided to block Simmons's memory and not give the team an upper hand despite knowing exactly what was going to and supposed to happen.

[likea-black-widow-baby]

Coulson: Do you see me as a father figure, Agent Johnson?

Daisy: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure, because you’re always bothering me.

Jemma: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Daisy: I didn’t call him Dad!

Coulson: No, no, Daisy, I take it as a compliment.

Fitz: It’s not a big deal. I called Jemma mom once and she’s my wife.

Daisy: Guys! Jump on that, Fitz has psycho-sexual issues!

May: Old news. But you calling Coulson daddy...

Daisy: Hey, daddy is not on the table here.

Prisoner: Well you did call him Dad, dude.

Daisy: You shut up, you’ve done nothing but lie since you got here.

Prisoner: Okay, I was lying about the Hydra thing, but the dad thing? That happened.

Daisy: Ah-ha! He admitted the alibi was a lie. All part of my crazy devious plan.

Coulson: I believed you-

Daisy: Thank you.

Coulson: -daughter. You want to talk about it later over a game of catch?

Daisy: ... I’d like that.

[royale1803]

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here for a good time not a long time 💜🧡

[midalah]

That moment you see a meme online about Tony being Peter’s dad and you get a ‘fic idea when they discover he actually IS Peter’s father...

[tvseries-writings]

Love the Road Trip series!!! Would love another part/parts of course- maybe Reader like going unconscious again and still getting seizures/ Wanda has a hard time connecting in their brains and like some science-y tool is needed to help repair that part of the brain (thinking like supergirl black mercy scenario with a twist)

Road Trip IV

Part I - Part II - Part III

WandaNat x Bioquake x reader

A week later, your brain finally seems to have made a full recovery. And you have not slept more than eight hours and you consider it a victory since in the previous days you woke up shortly and for a short time, spending all your time sleeping. Your day was beautiful, until the doctor came in and opened his mouth, giving it some air.

Your glacial gaze stops on him as he stands, facing you, at the end of the couch you're lying on.

"I won't stay here for another week, I don't care what he says"

You see your girlfriends stiffen out of the corner of your eye, ready to come against you in this choice of yours. You shake your head and get the doctor to look away, four of them.

“We won't put it to a vote, it's my choice and I would like to be discharged immediately. Tell me where to sign "

You do not know how, perhaps thanks to the determination filtered through your voice or thanks to who knows what miracle but after less than an hour you find yourself out of the hospital.

Sadly though, all your girlfriends are sulking at you and you can't take it anymore.

"Will you be sulking me for a long time?"

You sigh, sitting a little more comfortably on the sofa without even turning to look at your girls sitting around the table in the kitchen and turning your full attention to the phone screen.

Jemma gets up from her chair and quickly joins you, taking the phone out of your hands and throwing it across the sofa, away from you.

"Hey!"

You complain and Jemma gives you a dirty look.

“If the doctors tell you you have to stay in the hospital, you stay in the hospital y / n. Your health is not something you can play with "

You open your mouth to protest but freeze when Natasha takes the floor.

"So yes, we will hold" this sulking "for a long time yet"

You sigh and lean your head against the back of the sofa. Their disapproving looks strike you particularly.

Your hand reaches for Jemma's and the biochemistry, surprisingly, doesn't shy away.

"I'm sorry girls but you know I hate hospitals and then ... I'm fine now" you caress her knuckles and see her body relax under your touch.

Daisy gets up, quickly followed by Wanda, and they both drop onto the sofa. Wanda on your left and Daisy on your right.

They hold you in a hug and soon Jemma joins the two of them too.

"For any discomfort we go back to the hospital," Wanda whispers into your neck as she rubs her nose against your skin.

"Anything little, you really scared us and if you do it again I'll kill you"

Daisy mutters and a little chuckle escapes your lips. You nod and leave a kiss in her hair as your gaze rests on Nat.

The redhead is still sitting at the kitchen table and you are sure that if you keep twisting your neck like that, you might as well break it sooner or later.

"Nat, love, are you coming here?"

"No."

"C'mon honey"

You give her your best puppy eyes. Even the mighty black widow can't resist those.

The Russian rolls her eyes and with a frustrated groan she joins the embrace.

"I can not stand you"

"I love you too"

You poke your tongue out before her kissing her.

Puppy eyes always work.

Exactly six days pass before that little bubble of so desired and deserved tranquility bursts.

You get up with a terrible headache and spend the whole day like this, between oki and other medicines, to appease a headache that cannot be cured. Not from any medicine, at least.

You are having lunch when it happens again.

"Uh ... I heard that Maria kicked a rookie's ass during the exam"

Daisy takes a bite as her eyes light up with amusement, imagining the scene.

Jemma nudges her and gives her an exasperated look.

"Dee, it's not nice to laugh at other people's misfortunes"

"Are you calling Maria a" disgrace "for all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?"

Wanda giggles as Jemma opens her eyes wide and shakes her head, placing her fork on her plate.

"What? No, I-"

"Don't worry Jem, after all Maria is really the nightmare of all newbies"

Natasha grins as she leans to her left to leave a kiss on Jemma's cheek.

You watch the scene and if it were a normal day, you'd be enjoying the blush on Jemma's cheeks and the amused looks on the faces of your other three girls. But it's not a day like any other.

Your mouth kneads and you struggle to sit upright in the chair. Your head feels as light as ever and the voices of your girls reach your ears as if muffled.

You move your hand along the table, looking for any kind of support. As you do this, your hand hits your glass which falls to the ground and breaks into a thousand pieces.

The noise makes your girlfriends focus on you and they immediately understand that something is wrong.

"Y / n, love, can you hear me?"

Jemma is the first to get up and move your chair towards her.

Natasha takes your head in her hands when she sees that it begins to swing dangerously to the side.

“Hey, hey, focus on me. Eyes on me, love. ”Daisy kneels in front of you and her worried gaze focuses on you, noticing how glassy and almost unconscious your eyes are.

Wanda puts her hands on the sides of your head when she hears no verbal response from you. There is only silence in the apartment as well as in your head and this worries her terribly.

"Y / n, blink once if you can hear me"

Jemma says; her voice is steady as she suppresses the "worried girlfriend", letting the "doctor" take control.

Her hand grabs your wrist as she checks your pulse.

A quick glance at your pupils and vital signs leads her to lie you down on the ground, on your right side before your body is shaken with convulsions.

Natasha almost kicks off the chair as Daisy and Wanda kneel next to your body, moving any objects you could hurt yourself with during the seizure.

Anguish and worry grip their hearts for about two minutes before your body stops, motionless on the floor.

Jemma checks your pulse once again and a sigh she didn't know she was holding from her leaves her lips as she feels it slow but steady.

All the accumulated tension is released. Wanda and Jemma let the tears held up until that moment run down their cheeks.

Daisy leans on Natasha as the Russian lets out a shaky breath, hugging the inhuman a little closer as all four look at you, stroking each one or your hair or arms or intertwining their fingers with yours to feel the warmth. of your body. A certain proof that you are still there with them, alive.

"It's not good Jem, this is not normal"

Natasha says and everyone can hear the anger in her tone. She hates to see you this way, weak and helpless, while she can do absolutely nothing to help you out.

"It's terrifying," Daisy murmurs as she runs her hand through your hair over and over.

Jemma shakes her head, hiding her head in her hands as she thinks about any possible solution the medicine might offer. Yet you have had the surgery, the CT scan is normal ... she does not understand what is wrong with you.

Wanda brushes your temples as trails of red magic float around her thin, cold fingers.

She frowns when she doesn't feel any thoughts coming from you, like there's actually nothing in your head but that's not possible. She tries to break through that "barrier" two more times before a stab passes through her head, causing her hands to quickly withdraw from you.

"Are you OK?"

"II ... I can't hear her thoughts"

Jemma jumps to her feet at those words and heads for the bathroom, and reappears next to your body still lying on the floor. A syringe held in her right hand, filled with some greenish liquid.

"What is that?" Natasha asks about her as she continues to caress your face softly, never letting her gaze move away from your body. Almost as if she were afraid that you might disappear at any moment.

"It's a serum ... when I saw the results of the CT scan I feared this could happen"

Her hands tremble slightly as she brings the syringe to your neck but Natasha's hand resting on her wrist stops her and her gaze focuses on the eyes of biochemistry.

"Jem, what's going on"

“Brain death… Wanda can't read her mind because she's brain dead. There is a part of her brain that was deeply damaged by the accident and it is one of those wounds that medicine alone cannot heal. I hoped it wouldn't happen but now I really need to inject this into her, Nat. Because I love her and I don't want to see her die "

Jemma untangles her hand from Natasha's grip and exchanges a look with Wanda, who she nods.

The two girls worked day and night for two days in a row to create that serum, a blend of medicine and magic that they wholeheartedly hope it will work.

Jemma sticks the syringe into your neck and a small part of her is glad you're unconscious; with your hatred of needles that syringe would have driven you crazy.

The needle sinks into your flesh and, when she is sure it is well positioned, pushes the liquid inside you.

It takes five minutes, which seems endless, before your body reacts to the serum. Your eyes snap open as you sit up, almost bumping into Jemma who can only pull back at the last moment.

“Detka, calm down, you're fine. It's us ”Wanda whispers, stroking your back softly and letting her magic flow between your bodies to calm your heartbeat.

Your breathing slows down and your mind clears up thanks to Wanda's help.

You rub your temple and look around trying to remember what happened. You feel weird, stronger and more stable. What you are feeling is indescribable.

"Did I have another seizure?"

Your tone sounds uncertain; you are not confused and your brain thinks quickly or at least as fast as ever. This is not like the last time.

An unspoken pact between your girls, a look you can't understand, leave you with a sense of restlessness in your chest.

Jemma nods and takes your right hand in hers.

"Yes, we had to use an experimental cure, let's say"

You wrinkle your nose; the last "experimental" cure you tested was Tony's and it didn't end well for you. But Jemma is not Tony and you completely and blindly trust her.

"Apparently it worked"

A smile purses your lips as you reach out to kiss her.

"Thanks Jem"

You turn to Wanda and extend your free hand towards her, sending her a smile of the most sincere and full of love you have ever given to one of them.

"And thanks to you too, Wands. I know you have your hand behind it too"

The Sokovian shrugs your shoulders and gives you a smile.

Daisy swoops over you and her arms surround your neck as she threatens to knock you both down on the floor. You surround her hips and move her close to you.

"I'm fine Dee, everything is fine"

Daisy nods as she sniffles, continuing to hold you close. You glance at Nat of her and motion her to come closer and, as soon as she does, you add her to your embrace.

"We can't bear to lose you"

Nat's voice breaks and you give her a reassuring squeeze as the Russian leaves kisses on your neck.

Wanda shakes your hand, throwing you glances full of love; as well as Jemma while Daisy says nothing, just holding you tight in her arms. She has no intention of leaving you.

"You won't get rid of me that easily Nat, you can be sure."

"We love you"

"Too"

"It sucks to love you so much since you always get in trouble"

Daisy says about her before rubbing her nose against your neck as Wanda laughs, shaking her head, followed by the other two girls.

"Oh, that's unfair ... for once it's not even my fault"

A pout is painted on your face and Nat smiles, kissing the tip of your nose.

"And here she is back sulking"

Your girlfriends laugh and you squint, looking at them.

"I hate you"

"No moya lyubov, you love us"

"And very much, detka"

"Who couldn't love me, after all?"

"Dee! How do you always spoil the moment ?! "

You watch the little bickering between Jemma and Daisy and Natasha and Wanda laugh at their behavior. Hell, yeah. You are in love with those girls.

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Roleplay (Smut) Masterlist

99 problems (and the dice ain't one) (ao3) - kellifer_fic steve/tony, clint/phil, bruce/darcy E, 10k

Summary: Tony's life is almost perfect. He lives in a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), has a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things and a regular Friday night campaign. If his best friend, Steve Rogers, hadn't moved away to New York and left him behind, then perfection would've been achieved.

Tony can roll with the punches though and he's almost all the way over that little bump in the road (shut up Bruce, he totally is) when Steve moves back, looking taller and broader and more confident than ever and Tony's left with a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things, a regular Friday night campaign and the uncomfortable realization that maybe he's in love with his best friend and has been since he was sixteen.

and from my knees grew flowers (ao3) - yasgorl steve/bucky E, 14k

Summary: Bucky picks at the delicate fabric to reveal a silken black lining underneath. He holds it up in front of him and suddenly it’s like he can see himself looking at it, like he’s in a department store picking out his size, wondering if he should take it to a fitting room. He wants to hold it against his body, low on his hips.

Bucky drops the skirt like it's caught on fire.

“Uh,” he calls out, panicked and wavery.

Then he stops because he doesn’t know what to say now, or even that he wants to say it.

Castigatio (ao3) - justanotherStonyfan steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: “So explain to me,” Steve says, “and I mean give me one good reason I should let you get away with that shit you pulled today.”

Doctor Feelgood (ao3) - notlucy, piglet_illustrations (thefilthiestpiglet) steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Things are practically perfect, as far as Steve’s concerned. He and Bucky are happy. Healthy. Working through their shit and living a normal life in Brooklyn. Said normality extends to their nice, regular, fulfilling sex life. Which isn't to say it’s perfect - maybe Steve has a fantasy or two he hasn’t shared. Certain proclivities he’s happy to indulge privately. Why bother Bucky?

It’s fine. Really. Until the day Bucky comes home early and catches Steve with his pants down. Literally.

Five Secrets Worth Spilling (ao3) - longwhitecoats clint/natasha, steve/natasha, natasha/thor, bruce/natasha, natasha/surprise E, 16k

Summary: Steve helps Natasha with some secrets she's been harboring.

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait (ao3) - memorizingthedigitsofpi leo/jemma E, 12k

Summary: Mr Fitz and Miss Simmons are back again, and this time the focus is on pleasure instead of pain. Fitz has read up on something that strikes his fancy and Jemma is just as eager to try it out.

Honeymooning (ao3) - starrdust411 steve/sam M, 20k

Summary: Sam took a step back from the door, laughing quietly to himself as he rubbed at his eyes, pushing the frames of his glasses up to his forehead in the process. "Whoa, what are we doing?" He chuckled, shaking his head at how ridiculous he sounded. "I'm sorry man this... this is getting weird."

I Need A Favor (ao3) - EndlessStairway loki/tony M, 23k

Summary: Tony is desperate to save Pepper, he knows someone who can help, but what price will Loki, trickster god, sorcerer, enemy of Earth demand from Tony?

kept on the wing (ao3) - yasgorl steve/bucky E, 17k

Summary: “I just wanted to know if it was alright — to get you things,” Steve says, stiffly. He’s very still under Bucky, his hands on Bucky’s head and chest.

“Things,” Bucky repeats, flatly.

Kink Negotiation (ao3) - samptra steve/tony E, 10k

Summary: “Steve, I want you to know that no matter what I love you. I never want you to anything that makes you uncomfortable, or unsure.” His tone was serious, and his expression open and honest, this was his real Anthony Stark; loving and kind.

“This is kink negotiation, isn’t it?” Steve wished for the millionth time his voice wasn’t such a mess.

Anthony smiled at him brushing his hair back, tucking it behind his ears. “Yes, I guess it is,” he smiled at him softly.

Ms. Carter (ao3) - indiefic peggy/steve E, 27k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a former soldier, now an underemployed artist working for an escort service. Peggy Carter is too busy to date.

Pieces Form The Whole (ao3) - t0bemadeofglass loki/natasha E, 40k

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Raise Your Glass (ao3) - minkeys steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Bucky knows Steve in ways that his 21st century friends could never even begin to imagine. Or at least, they couldn't until tonight. It's about time somebody corrected all those historians that painted Steve as a straight-laced, God-fearing soldier, and what better way to do it than over a harmless game of "Never Have I Ever." What's the worst that could be said?

Schooled (ao3) - hannahrhen loki/tony E, 3k

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The challenge? Keeping a straight face.

Start All Over (in a Little Bitty World) (ao3) - Dira Sudis (dsudis) steve/bucky E, 18k

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Bucky, without hesitation, had said, “I’ll be five, then. Come on, here, I’m five.”

He’d folded to his knees and looked up at Steve for the first time with Jamesy’s eyes, spoke for the first time with Jamesy’s voice, and said, “Mister? I need somebody to look after me.”

Steve hadn’t always done the best job of it, but God, he’d tried, and he’d loved trying. He wasn’t ever going to quit trying.

Writing His Own Happy Ending (ao3) - LightningStriking steve/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a writer. A gay erotic fiction writer to be precise. With a successful career, a questionably functioning computer, and an addiction to watching cat videos while eating Chinese food. Steve Rogers is an editor. Of many things, not least of all, Bucky Barnes gay erotic fiction. A working relationship that was working just fine for both parties. Until, after years of communicating purely via e-mail, the two men meet in person. And Bucky quickly realizes that Steve not only has a fantastic eye for detail, he's got a smile that could melt any heart, and a body any one of Bucky's fictional heroes would die to touch. A sentiment Bucky shares. So how does Bucky begin his immediate campaign to win his way into Steve's bed, and his heart? By playing to his strengths. In other words, by writing a new series of sex filled stories staring a muscle bound blond and a seductively enticing brunet. Any resemblance to actual persons purely intentional. If editing Bucky's steamy stories hadn't given Steve all sorts of inappropriate fantasies before, it certainly does now...

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imapotatao asked:

Hey! I have a Daisy Johnson x reader request. When being sent to the future, Daisy and Reader meet their grandchild. Said grandchild is brought back with deke, they have no idea that they are their grandchild until something happens to reader and they think she won't make it. Or the grandchild says something that reader always says and Daisy puts it together. (That make sense? God, I hope so. Sorry it's long.)

Daisy Johnson leans against her girlfriend, as (Y/n) Romanoff shovels pancakes into her mouth, her fiery red hair making a curtaining plate as she eats.

"You know," Phil Coulson says, eating his own food. "I think this is really the first time we've all been together in a really long time."

(Y/n) hums in agreement, swallowing another huge bite of pancake and May smiles warmly at Coulson.

(Y/n) lets out a whine as Daisy steals a bite of pancake from her, and everyone - Mack, Elena (Yo-yo), May, Coulson, Daisy, and FitzSimmons - laugh.

"Why do you always have to steal my pancakes, Sunshine?" (Y/n) asks her girlfriend, a frown on her face.

"You know you love me," Daisy replies, gazing fondly at her girlfriend. Daisy grins mischievously, taking another bite from (Y/n)'s plate.

(Y/n) blinks affectionately at Daisy. "I do," she murmurs in Daisy's ear.

"Anybody have room for some pie?" a waitress asks

(Y/n) drops her fork in excitement as the others murmur their agreement.

"Okay, so we have apple, strawberry, rhubarb, and chocolate banana cream," the waitress continues, looking amused at the excited expression on (Y/n)'s face.

There is a crackle of electricity, and the diner powers down.

There is a whir of electricity, and all the SHIELD agents sigh as lights appear outside the restaurant, resembling headlights.

"Here we go," May grumbles.

A door slams open, and some of the other customers gasp.

(Y/n) looks sadly down at her plate of pancakes before, simultaneously, the agents sit up straighter, lifting their hands into the air.

"Phillip J. Coulson," A man with a calm voice says, appearing behind said man.

"Yep, that's me," Coulson says with an eye roll, his eyes fixed on his own plate. "You got us. Nice job. And hey, congrats on the whole power-outage thing," he adds. "It was very . . . ominous."

A device powers on, and there is an actual ominous high-pitch ringing noise.

"The window closes in less than two minutes," the calm voiced man says. "Take them."

. . .

All seven agents gasp as they finally regain their breath.

Daisy sneaks her hand into (Y/n)'s, interlocking their fingers as the agents look around the dark room.

"Is everyone okay?" Coulson asks.

"Yeah, I think so," Mack replies.

Looking around the room, Simmon's eyes fall on a white rock with red lines running through it.

The Monolith melts into a white sludge, like solidified milk, and washes over the seven agents.

. . .

When (Y/n) blinks, she finds herself standing beside, not Daisy, but a woman who looked a lot like her older sister, Natasha. The same splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the same fiery red hair, but she had familiar chocolate brown eyes, but (Y/n) shrugs off the younger woman's - she may have been twenty or twenty one - appearance for a moment.

"You," The woman turns to address (Y/n). "We've been waiting for you to come save us."

(Y/n) tilts her head questioningly.

"You must be (Y/n)," the woman continues and (Y/n) nods.

"How do you know me?" (Y/n) asks, frowning slightly.

The young woman replies, "Virgil and I always believed the stories."

"Believed what?" (Y/n) asks. "What stories?"

"Well, this one," she answers. "T-that you would - you would come and save us."

"Save who?" (Y/n) narrows her eyes.

"Humanity," the younger redhead answers, looking grim.

. . .

Coulson, Yo-yo, Simmons, and Mack are running down a hallway, Yo-yo shooting at one of the aliens chasing after them.

There is a rumbling, and Daisy Johnson is framed in the corridor where the alien had just been - it had been exploded.

"Right?" Daisy asks shakily.

"Yes, that was right," Coulson replies, "and not the only one."

Daisy looks around at the group, noticing the two missing bodies. "Where's (Y/n)? And May?"

. . .

Coulson, Yo-yo, Simmons, and Mack stalk cautiously behind Daisy, who walks with her hand out, ready to strike.

"This has to be the coolest we've ever looked," Coulson comments.

. . .

"My friend should be here somewhere," (Y/n) comments as the two redheads walk down one of the corridors.

There is an intersection and (Y/n) crashes into a familiar, shorter figure.

"Whoa," (Y/n) says as her girlfriend scrambles to her feet, raising her hand defensively.

"Hey," Daisy says, looking relieved, wrapping (Y/n) in a tight hug.

"Hi, Sunshine," (Y/n) says so softly that no one else but Daisy could hear.

"I suppose I'll leave you here, then," the younger redhead says.

"Thanks -" (Y/n) pauses, not knowing the younger woman's name.

"Natalie," Natalie replies.

"Thank you, Natalie," (Y/n) nods.

Natalie turns and walks off, looking around cautiously, leaving (Y/n) with her friends.

"Seems like it's just a lot of work just to keep this place afloat," Coulson comments, looking at the walls.

"But it's designed for humans to survive -" Simmons says. "Atmosphere and simulated gravity - and machinery seemed to be for reclaiming water, I think."

"Yeah, it looks man-made," Coulson agrees.

"Could possibly be a colony?" Simmons wonders aloud. "Moving mankind to the stars? Maybe that's what Virgil meant by 'humanity,'" Simmons goes on.

"That's what Natalie said, too," (Y/n) says. "Said she and Virgil had been waiting for us to arrive."

"I don't know," Coulson says. "That plasma gun wasn't man-made, and I don't think they could've built this place without some outside help. It's got some serious miles on it."

"Decades it looks like," (Y/n) comments, "but that means that this program had to have been started in the eighties by Howard Stark. And that doesn't feel right. Tony would've mentioned something."

"Yo-yo found something," Mack says, appearing out of the gloom.

(Y/n), Daisy, Coulson, and Simmons follow Mack, and they find a flare still lit on the ground.

As the group walks up to the flare, it goes out, and Coulson frowns.

The group lines up in front of the door, stepping back.

(Y/n) steps forward and kicks down the door.

The agents walk into the room, catching sight of the dead men on the floor.

Daisy sighs heavily. "Nothing," she says.

"Nothing alive," Yo-yo says.

(Y/n) kneels down, studying the fresh blood on the ground.

"Hey," Coulson says, noticing the blood, as well as Melinda May's jacket.

"They didn't get to her, did they?" Yo-yo asks, looking rather concerned.

"May would've put up a fight," (Y/n) replies.

Coulson nods. "And they left the other bodies here," Coulson adds.

"'Water reclamation,'" Daisy reads off a computer screen.

"You were right, Jemma," Coulson says.

"I figured it out using magic," Simmons replies, glancing at Mack with an amused gleam in her eyes.

Mack shakes his head, not looking the least bit amused.

The console beeps and Daisy leans over the computer. "I can try and find out a layout and track May," Daisy says.

"It's in English," Simmons says. "They're tracking debris fields called 'frozen oceans'."

Daisy types on the computer, and there is a silence that is only disturbed by the clacking of a keyboard.

"They're collecting water form ice in space," Simmons says and she and Daisy look up from the computer. "This is a colony."

"Which means unless they all came through a Monolith . . . " Coulson trails off.

"Then we're close enough to Earth for people to travel here," Daisy looks back down at the computer.

"And we can get home," (Y/n) says.

"Yes, bu just as important," Simmons adds, "collecting ice means they have a spacecraft, and if they have a spacecraft, they must have a laser-based rapid-transmission system," Simmons rambles. "If we can find the ship and fly above the debris field . . ."

"We can send a message," Coulson finishes.

"We can send a message to Fitz back on Earth," Simmons goes on.

"Okay, okay, so if I can find a layout, find a ship, find May, it's a start," Daisy says. "This interface looks similar to -"  the monitor beeps, and (Y/n) leans down to read the message, her hand resting on the small of Daisy's back.

"'Human access denied'?" (Y/n) reads.

"Coulson, do you recognize this language?" Daisy asks.

"No," Coulson replies, leaning forward to look at the hand print. "I don't think humans are running this place after all."

There is a thud on the door and (Y/n) moves her hand to rest on Daisy's waist.

The door bursts open and two blue aliens step into the room, through the doorway.

The aliens attack Yo-yo, and knock her to the ground and (Y/n) advances but one of the blasters smacks her in the ribs and she hits the wall, sliding down it with a gasp of pain.

Mack tries to knock down one of the aliens with a metal pipe, but the alien doesn't gall down.

The other blue alien raises a staff and a white light floods through the room, knocking everyone in the room out.

. . .

When Daisy comes to, she blinks deliriously, but she focuses herself faster when she hears yelp of pain from (Y/n).

Sitting up, Daisy blinks again, looking at Simmons who is wrapping a cloth around (Y/n)'s ribs.

"Thankfully they're not broken," Simmons says, tightening the cloth.

"Sure feels like it," (Y/n) mutters.

"Are you okay?" Daisy asks, looking worried.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," (Y/n) replies, wincing a little, but Simmons and Coulson share a look of amusement. "I'll be alright."

Daisy softens before looking at the rest of the jail. "Mack?" she asks. "Yo-yo."

One of the Kree says, "We'll leave the transgressors on the floor chief?" He pauses. "To use as he needs."

Daisy swallows thickly, glancing at (Y/n).

"He should be interested that they've removed their Metrics," the Kree continues.

Daisy stands up and stumbles over to the doors. She slams her hand against the door. "Hey," she says, her words slurring a bit. "What are you gonna do with our friends?" she questions and (Y/n) gets to her feet, her arm resting on her bruised ribs.

(Y/n) puts her other hand on Daisy's shoulder, squeezing gently.

"Whatever we want," one of the Kree says. "Experiment. They knew the rule, and they broke it."

"They're not gonna make it easy for you," Daisy says, her eyes watering.

The two Kree walk towards the door, and (Y/n) gently pulls Daisy back.

"No," the Kree replies. "They'll beg for their lives as you humans always do. I've done twenty-two rotations and I have never observed anything else."

(Y/n) swallows thickly. She takes Daisy's hand and leads her back over to the bench. "They'll be alright, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs. "They're strong, the two of them." Daisy turns to study (Y/n), but even though (Y/n)'s words were meant to keep Daisy from worrying, but (Y/n)'s eyes betrayed her words.

. . .

"Okay," Coulson says. "New plan."

"The Kree have been abducting humans to this outpost for years," Simmons offers.

"Running experiments?" Daisy asks, pacing the room, and (Y/n) furrows her eyebrows.

"Well, their genetic work in creating Inhumans is well-known," Simmons says. "Maybe they're doing more of the same."

(Y/n) frowns.

"Yeah, well I'm not going to wait around to find out," Daisy says, raising her hand at the door. "So . . ."

She falters as the door opens, and three figures are framed in the door.

"May," Coulson says, taking a stop forward.

The older SHIELD agent is leaning against a familiar red haired woman, and a spiky haired young man beside them.

"Buddy!" the young man says, stepping into the room. "Just go with it," he whispers. "We've been looking everywhere for you guys," he says in a normal voice. "Man. What a mess back there, huh?" he asks. "These poor suckers," the young man turns to look at the Kree. "Virgil - you know, from R&R? He was trying to scam these guys out of some tokens. This one," he turns to May, "came running to me begging for help, the poor thing. When I get my hands on that no-good louse, he's gonna have some explaining to do."

"Where is Virgil, anyway?" Natalie asks.

"He's dead," Coulson replies.

"Good," Natalie says after a moment of silence. "Good," she turns to the Kree.

"He got what he deserved then," the young man agrees, nodding to Natalie, "didn't he, for trying to drag these poor transfers up from Processing into the Wet Works," he grabs Coulson's hand, showing it to the Kree, "just to steal their Metrics."

"So, he's just Roach food then?" Natalie asks.

"Oh, yeah," Coulson replies.

"One more vacancy, right?" the man asks.

"That's what I was gonna say," Coulson agrees.

"Guys," the young man stammers.

"What did we tell you about trusting Virgil?" Natalie asks.

"She's right, we did go over this. What did we say?" the young man adds.

"Don't trust Virgil," Simmons says.

"N-not to trust him," Daisy says simultaneously, her arms crossing.

"God, you repeated it back to us," the young man says, "and we said back - it was like a pass-and-catch thing."

"Look," Natalie turns to the Kree. "We really appreciate your help with these guys, but I can take them off your hands, even slip a few tokens your way for your trouble."

There is a moment of pause and the Kree warrior nods.

"Right, let's go," the young man says, and (Y/n) lets out a soft sigh.

Daisy keeps close to (Y/n) as the two walk down the hall after Natalie and the young, spiky-haired man at her side, May and Coulson in front of (Y/n) and Daisy.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs, soft enough for only Daisy to hear. "I'll be alright."

Daisy's chocolate brown eyes soften, the corner of her eyes crinkling cutely. "I love you," she says softly, and (Y/n) smiles.

"I love you too, Sunshine," (Y/n) replies softly.

The group stops as the young man and Natalie look down the hall.

"What the hell happened to Virgil?" the young man beside Natalie asks. "The Roaches get him?"

"Sorry to say," Coulson replies. "Was he a friend?" Coulson asks.

"Acquaintance," the spiky-haired man replies. "He owed me a ton of tokens for this job."

"Job?" Simmons asks.

"Deke!" Natalie says, smacking the young man.

Deke looks at Natalie before her replies, "All he said was that he wanted to hide some people. That's not unheard of. So I was hired to supply the Metrics and swap them out," Deke grabs Daisy's wrist and (Y/n) narrows her eyes, "but you guys don't even have Metrics,  which means you don't have the tokens to cover Virgil's end, so have fun."

(Y/n) wraps an arm around Daisy's waist, and Deke lets go of Daisy's wrist.

"Hey, wait, wait," Daisy says as Deke turns around. "We need your help. We need to find our friends," Daisy goes on

"Your friends?" Deke asks and Natalie glances warningly at him. "Your friends attacked a Kreeper. They're as good as gone. Those blues are bred to kill," Deke looks around, "so, so just - you make your peace with it."

(Y/n) pulls Daisy back a little as Deke looms over her.

"We'll take our chances," Coulson replies, and Deke looks over at him. "Listen, if you could just help us find them and then get to the spacecraft -"

"You mean the Trawler?" Natalie asks, looking surprised. "To do what?" she questions.

"The only pilot I knew was Virgil," Deke add, "and may he rest in peace," Deke shrugs, "apparently. So best of luck to all you guys, but mine's running out."

"Jeez Deke," Natalie smacks the man's arm and (Y/n)'s eyes flare with amusement.

"Well, Deke," Coulson says, "we just wanted pie, and now we don't know where we are or what's going on, and we finally found someone who does, so you're not walking away."

"I really wanted the pie," (Y/n) says wistfully.

Then the group stiffens as they hear Yo-yo screaming in pain.

May moves forward, twists a knob, and Deke rises of the ground, and sticks to the wall.

(Y/n) glances appreciatively at the older agent.

. . .

Daisy cracks through the pad, May, Natalie, Coulson, and (Y/n) standing behind her.

"All set," Daisy says.

"Good job," (Y/n) says, her eyes twinkling lovingly.

"Express train to the bottom of the Lighthouse, no stops," Daisy says, her hand coming up to brush against the inhibitor in her neck.

Natalie, May, and Coulson walk through the doors, and (Y/n) goes to take Daisy's hand, but Daisy steps back.

"Daisy?" (Y/n) asks, looking at her girlfriend questioningly.

"I'm not coming with you," Daisy says.

"Like hell!" (Y/n) says, frowning and glaring at her girlfriend.

"I know you're scared about going home," Coulson says, (Y/n) still fuming.

"No, I'm terrified," Daisy replies. "Look around. Billions of people gone. If there's a chance I'm the cause . . . I can't go."

"We can get through this together," May says.

(Y/n) looks away, a hurt expression crossing her face.

"You don't even have your powers anymore," May goes on.

"It's only a matter of time, and you know it. If there's an emergency or if one of you are in danger, I will need them, and we will find a way," Daisy argues. "If I go through that portal, you know it's the beginning of the end."

"We don't even know you did this," Coulson says, Daisy's eyes welling with tears.

"I was right in the epicenter," Daisy replies.

"I won't let you sacrifice yourself," Coulson says, "because you're scared of what's to come."

"What's to come is the end of everything," Daisy argues, her voice rising.

"If you can change the future here, you can change it back home," May says, gritting her teeth.

"But we know this solution works," Daisy says.

"I. Don't. Care!" (Y/n) shouts, clenched, her eyes filled with tears.

There's a pew noise, and Daisy drops to the ground, the dendrotoxin doing it's work.

Natalie gazes, wide eyed at the brunette lying unconscious on the floor.

(Y/n) tucks the ICER into the waistband of her pants, kneeling down to brush her fingers across Daisy's cheek.

"She's not going to forgive you," May says and (Y/n) glances up at her.

"I'm not leaving her here," (Y/n) picks Daisy up from the ground, and Daisy's head lolls to the side, resting against (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Let's go," (Y/n) says grimly.

. . .

May, Coulson, (Y/n) - who is still carrying Daisy - and Natalie walk down to meet Simmons, Fitz, Mack, Yo-yo, Flint, and Deke.

. . .

"What happened?" Simmons asks, her eyes falling on Daisy's unconscious figure in (Y/n)'s arms.

"She ICE'd her," May replies. "Daisy didn't want to come home."

"I wasn't going to leave her behind," (Y/n) says softly.

"Where's Yo-yo?" Mack asks. "She didn't find you?" he asks.

(Y/n) lies Daisy down on one of the couches on Kasias's lounge, Daisy's head resting in her lap.

"I'm sorry, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs. "I know you might not forgive me, but I couldn't leave you behind. Not like this." (Y/n) swallows thickly, blinking back her tears. (Y/n)'s fingers thread through Daisy's hair. "I love you too much to leave you here."

Coulson walks over to (Y/n), his eyes soft, and his voice is gentle, "It's time." He glances down at Daisy resting in (Y/n)'s lap. "Do you want me to take her?"

(Y/n) shakes her head. "No, I've got her."

(Y/n) shifts slightly, holding Daisy in her arms before she stands up.

Coulson stands beside (Y/n).

The rock turns to liquid and everyone - minus Daisy - looks around as they realize that they're in the same place.

(Y/n) lies Daisy down on a table, slips her hand into her pocket, and sets the box in Daisy's jacket pocket.

"Not like you'd want to," (Y/n) murmurs.

"Well that was a hell of a thing," Fitz says and (Y/n) smiles.

"Are you kidding?" Natalie says, looking around. "I'm from the future."

Coulson looks amused, then looks at Yo-yo, Mack, and Simmons. "I'm so glad you guys made it," Coulson says.

"Why are we still in the Lighthouse?" Yo-yo asks.

"Maybe Flint's Monolith didn't work," Mack offers.

Natalie looks around. "It took us to the same place, but in a different time."

Fitz nods at the redhead. "She's right."

"We're home?" Simmons asks.

"Yeah," Fitz says, and all the agents sigh with relief.

. . .

Coulson gives the agents some tasks, and (Y/n) has to remain in the same room as the unconscious Daisy.

(Y/n) opens one of the electrical panels but freezes when she hears a familiar voice.

"You ice'd me," Daisy's words are slurred. She shifts slightly, not noticing the velvet box in her pocket.

"I was . . ." (Y/n) pauses, a pained expression flashing across her face, ". . . kind of hoping you'd forget that part." (Y/n) stops herself before she says 'Sunshine.'

Daisy scoffs before she sits up, looking around at her surroundings. "Sorry to . . ." she falters, ". . . disappoint."

(Y/n) swallows thickly, focusing back on the problem in front of her she could actually fix.

"It looks the same, but we're - we're home, aren't we?" Daisy asks.

"I -" (Y/n)'s voice quavers, "- I couldn't leave you behind."

"Even with all of the risks that -" Daisy begins.

"I don't care," (Y/n) turns around, biting the inside of her cheek. "I need you here."

Daisy tilts her head, softening.

(Y/n) turns back around, fiddling with some of the wires.

There is a spark, and the lights flicker on.

(Y/n) sits herself on the floor, her back to her girlfriend.

Daisy softens even more, and gets to her feet.

(Y/n) jolts as she feels Daisy's arm wrap around her waist.

As Daisy leans into (Y/n)'s side, both women can feel the box (Y/n) had left in her pocket pressing against their sides.

Confused, Daisy reaches a hand in her pocket, pulls out the box.

"What's this?" Daisy asks. She opens the box and finds a pair of rings inside the box.

]Daisy's eyes widen and she stares at (Y/n).

"Marry me?" (Y/n) asks, meeting Daisy's chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes, is that even a question?" Daisy says, capturing (Y/n)'s lips in a kiss, pouring her love into the kiss.

Daisy's hand moves to the back of (Y/n)'s head, deepening the kiss.

Daisy pulls back from the kiss, to find a disheveled (Y/n) blinking back at her, her eyes wide.

(Y/n) shakes her head slightly, takes the sun ring from box and sliding it onto Daisy's ring finger, and Daisy does the same with the moon ring, sliding it onto (Y/n)'s finger.

(Y/n) leans into her new fiance's side, and Daisy smiles softly, her head resting against (Y/n)'s.

"I love you, Sunshine," (Y/n) murmurs.

"I love you, too," Daisy replies, her eyes gleaming happily.

. . .

"Plans are already in motion," Leopold tells Fitz, smoothing the front of his suit.

. . .

(Y/n) charges into the room and she finds a teary-eyed Daisy on her side, strapped to a table, and Fitz sitting in a chair beside her.

"Fitz? What are you doing?" (Y/n) asks.

There is the sound of a gun firing, and (Y/n) looks down, her hand coming up to her stomach.

(Y/n) slides down against the wall, her eyes glazing.

Daisy lets out a strangled, pained cry.

Simmons and Deke - who had somehow appeared a few days before - run into the room, Simmon's eyes falling on (Y/n), and her eyes widen in horror.

Daisy screams as Fitz cuts the inhibitor from her neck as Simmons and Natalie - who had just ran into the room - crouch beside (Y/n).

(Y/n) lets out a pained groan as Simmons presses against the wound.

"Don't worry, Sunshine," Natalie says, and (Y/n) is too dazed to realized what the redhead had said, but Daisy isn't, and her eyes widen. "You'll be okay.

Mack enters the room next, and he takes Fitz down into the holding area.

. . .

Daisy sits by (Y/n)'s side in the MedBay, holding (Y/n)'s hand.

Natalie enters the MedBay, and Daisy fixes her gaze on the redhead.

"Where did you hear the Sunshine thing?" Daisy asks, and the question startles Natalie a little.

"My mom would always talk about how adorable her mothers were," Natalie admits. "She said that one of her moms would call the other Sunshine. I always though it was the sweetest thing.

Daisy's eyes widen with disbelief. She studies Natalie's familiar features, the fiery red hair, the same splash of freckles across her nose, and chocolate brown eyes that matched her own.  "(Y/n) always calls me Sunshine," Daisy whispers. "You're our -"

"Grandaughter," Natalie finishes, her eyes wide.

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