An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Luna Lovegood/Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood
Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Professor Harry Potter, Fluff
Summary: Two days before start of term, incoming Professors Harry and Luna are struck by similar fears.
âThe third years are starting with Thestrals.â
âThestrals? On their first day?â
Luna nodded once, quite firmly. It was a sign his typically easygoing friend was verging on intractable. âIf McGonagall had let me start with first years, Iâd have started them there as well. Do you know how few students realize the carriages are pulled by living things and not simply propelled by magic? The Thestrals donât get any thanks at all.â
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âListen to me!â Simmons yells. Sheâs got to to be heard over all the noise Grant and the other cops are making. Theyâre trying to restrain him because they think heâs a mugger or would-be rapist or something and heâs trying not to murder them.
Seriously, heâs trying so hard not to use lethal force that one of these losers has managed to get a handcuff on him. Yet another instance where his life would be just so much easier if he didnât have to play SHIELD all the time.
âHe was helping me,â Simmons goes on, trying to sound cool and level-headed and not like she just narrowly escaped a kidnapping attempt. âHeâs a SHIELD agent!â
âOh,â says the cop gently leading her away from the melee, âwe know. And we know you are too, Agent Simmons.â
Grantâs surprise is enough of an opening the other cuff is closed around a drain pipe.
âWhat,â Simmons says more than asks. Luckily her shockâs stilled her too. The fake cop is having some trouble dragging her any closer to what Grant guesses is also a fake police van. She teeters on the high heels she bought for her cousinâs bachelorette party. The same party that brought her and Grant more than a thousand miles from the team thatâll be too far away to help when they donât check in in a few hours.
âDonât worry,â the fake cop soothes. âYouâll have all the toys. Everything SHIELD could offer you and more. And youâll be treated wellâso long as youâre productive.â
âWhat about Ward?â she asks, a touch of hysteria pulling at her voice.
âYouâll have new bodyguards. If youâre good, maybe theyâll be as pretty as SHIELDâs.â
To Grantâs left one of the grunts is unholstering his sidearm. Theyâve all backed off now heâs restrained, but not far. All he needs is that moment, the one right before the triggerâs pulled. These guys are pros so theyâll know the soundâs coming. Theyâll tense up, the smarter ones will even cover their ears to protect them. Thatâs the opening. Take out the gunman. Then the big guy. If heâs lucky he can knock Goliath here into someone else, maybe even two someones. If heâs really lucky heâll manage to hold onto the gun when he takes out the first one. He just needs that opening-
Which evaporates right in front of him when Simmons appears between him and the gun. Somehow she managed to break free and chose to run back to him instead of just running.
They are so having a lesson on tactics in a life-or-death scenario when this is over.
âNo!â she gasps. Her breathingâs ragged from the adrenaline but her voice is firm. âIf you want me to work for you, you wonât touch him.â
The grunts exchange a few looks. To Simmons it probably looks like theyâre considering her demand. To Grant it looks like theyâre trying not to laugh.
She sighs. âListen. Your employers, whoever they may be, want me for my mind. Obviously this means you donât need Agent Ward-â
âUh,â Grant says. Simmons reaches blindly back, laying a soothing hand on whatever part of him she touches first. He wonders if he should let her know she gets his peck, not his shoulder.
â-and you also donât need to leave me unharmed. Iâm quite capable of exercising my genius with a broken bone or two.â
âSimmons,â Grant says, voice low enough heâs hoping it sounds to her like a growl. What the fuck is she doing?
âBut I assure you, I am quite stubborn when I have a mind to be. If you shoot him or break his bones or put so much as one of his hairs out of place, I will die before I help your employer with so much as a cake recipe.â She tips her chin up and from this angle Grant can only imagine the Iâm smarter than you and we both know it look on her face. âDo we understand one another?â
The grunts look more uncertain than before. Uncertain enough that they miss Grant breaking his own thumb and slipping the cuffs. They donât miss when he shoves Simmons to the ground, but theyâre all a little busy being beaten to death with every ounce of berserker rage he can summon up this many months later to worry about her anymore.
âWell,â Simmons says a quarter of an hour later, when heâs standing over the bodies. âThat wasâŚâ
He rounds on her. âStupid.â
She recoils. From the insult or his anger or the blood and viscera clinging to him, probably all three and, frankly, heâs glad. She should be afraid.
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â he demands, looming over her.
She stares, eyes wide. Which just proves how stupid she is. Sheâs afraid of him but a few minutes ago she didnât bat an eye at the guys with literal guns who were trying to kidnap her and enslave her to whatever psycho warlord or billionaire wants her mind.
âMy job,â he says tightly, âis to protect you. Your job is to be protected. Not to throw yourself in harmâs way just to-â
âTo protect you!â she snaps back. The fearâs swept away, replaced by anger of her own. âThey were going to kill you. You canât expect me to stand by and watch that happen!â
âYes. I can. Because thatâs my job. I take the bullet for you. Not the other way around.â
She scoffs and now he gets to see that smarter than you look for himself. âI know that prior to this assignment you were very comfortable playing the lone wolf, Agent Ward-â he struggles not to recoil from the title; itâs been a long time since she dropped it- âbut youâre part of a team now. You have friends, whether you like it or not. So youâd best get used to people putting you first once in a while.â
She whirls, smacking him in the face with that ponytail of hers. âNow Iâm going to call this mess in to the local SHIELD satellite office. I suggest you start checking for pulses. Theyâll want someone to question.â Itâs clear from her tone she expects if none of the perpetrators are available, SHIELD will turn their attention to him and his excessive response.
Grant doesnât bother checking. The local office is run by a Hydra agent who owes him a favor; his little killing spree will be swept under the rug in a few hours and he and Simmons can get back to the Bus.
How he feels about going back there with her after what she said and did, heâs not ready to think about.
A quick drabble because I failed to write anything more substantial this weekend.
Much as Jemma hates to admit it, Malick must have a great deal more fortitude than sheâs given him credit for. Under the onslaught of two exceedingly judgmental stares, he remains fixed firmly in place, determined to see through what heâs begun.
Of course, what heâs begun is stupid, and so Jemma informs him, âYouâre in the way,â just in case he might have missed the rather obvious fact that heâs standing between them and the TV.
âHe has a meeting,â he says again, just barely managing to keep his tone civil.
âReally?â she asks, not bothering with civility at all. She turns to Alveus. âI thought you were a god.â
He grins. She doesnât know whether itâs because heâs amused by her playacting or just pleased sheâs not treating his delusions of godhood as, well, delusions for once. Or, most likely of all, heâs pleased by the way sheâs pasted herself even more closely against his side simply because it irritates Malick.
She fought the soulbond between them on Maveth. Not because she didnât want it but because that initial drive to consummate the bond was getting in the way of her research into bringing them home. When they finally made it, the bond asserted itself quite forcefully and even so many weeks later she can find herself near overwhelmed by a simple touch from him. Though heâs far too pompous to admit it, she suspects Alveus feels much the same.
âI am,â he says patiently.
Jemma turns back to Malick. âHeâs a god,â she tells him quite seriously. âWhich I rather think means everyone else is on his schedule, donât you?â
Beside her, Alveus shakes with repressed laughter.
Malick shakes with something else altogether. It takes him several seconds to compose himself well enough to say, âOf course. However, sir-â he looks pointed at not her- âyou did say you wanted the report on the ATCUâs progress. Iâve arranged a meeting with the director, who is not aware of your status. Iâm afraid sheâs not Hydra and, as such, it is in all of our best interests to, ah, play along with her misconceptions for as long as possible.â
The problem, Jemmaâs learned, with oneâs soulmate being significantly older (if a difference of several thousand years can be called merely âsignificantâ) is that the additional years give them plenty of opportunity to get into trouble. Not, of course, that Jemmaâs against trouble as a rule; her friendship with Skye has certainly opened up her mind on that score. But there is a difference between breaking a rule (or twelve) in order to help oneâs friends and being the bloody head of all Hydra.
Luckily, however, Jemma has also learned how to work around that particular problem.
Beneath the blanket covering them both, her hand fists in the front of Alveusâ shirt and her knee hooks over his. Even through the fabric of their clothing, her skin buzzes at the contact, eager for more.
âBut this is my favorite.â
Alveusâ chest rumbles with more laughter. âThey have all been your favorite.â
âBut this one is about a wormhole to the other side of the universe. It has a special place in my heart.â She traces her finger over his. âBesides, itâs Jodie Foster.â
Alveus hesitates a moment more (a âgodâ canât give in too easily, not even to his soulmate) before shrugging his shoulders. âI am afraid Jemma is right, Gideon. Your director will have to wait.â
Malickâs eyes widen and for a moment Jemma really thinks he might lunge at her. In the weeks since their return from Maveth, heâs grown increasingly aggravated by her presence. That sheâs a SHIELD agent is bad enough. That her status as his godâs soulmate gives her unhindered access to him and the ability to distract him from all of Malickâs grand plans will, she thinks soon, become unendurable. What Alveus will do then, Jemma doesnât know, though sheâs privately hoping whatever move Malick makes will be sufficiently dramatic to convince him Hydra is no place for them.
Fortunately (because Jemma really does love this movie), the day of Malickâs inevitable snapping is not today. He marches out, somewhat stiff on his feet, leaving them to their entertainment. Jemma twists to grab the remote from where it fell beside her but, before she can find it, finds herself dragged into Alveusâ lap.
âWhat are you doing?â she asks, the words coming out rather high-pitched thanks to his hand already slipping beneath her top.
âYou have distracted me from my meeting,â he says into her neck. Her head drops back and she clenches her teeth against a moan. This, she thinks, is why itâs customary for the newly bonded to be relieved of all obligations for a few days of endless shagging. Putting it off has left them completely unable to control themselves. âSo I,â Alveus continues while moving down her neck, âwill distract you from your film.â
âButâitâsâmy-â She means to say itâs her favorite, but the teasing statement is lost amidst his kisses.
They donât finish the film until very late that evening.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward
Characters: Grant Ward, Jemma Simmons, Original Characters, Leo Fitz, Phil Coulson
Additional Tags: Season/Series 03, Sex, Just Married, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:Â The first week of Grantâs marriage is an eventful one.
âYou donât remember?â he asks, all innocence. On his crooked finger, the ring glints in the sun.
One of Jemmaâs eyes emerges from the sheets. âNo.â Her tone makes it clear sheâs protesting her intact memories, not indicating her lack of them.
âOh, yes. You are now Mrs. Grant Ward.â
She pops up, leaving the blankets to pool around her knees. âThatâs Dr. Mrs. Grant Ward,â she snaps. Then, either because sheâs realized what she just said or sheâs noticed his attention on her very naked chest, she groans and flops back down.
Things you said in the dark for Jemma/Dred please! (I warned you! You brought this on yourself! Every prompt meme for the rest of forever. <3)
For anyone who doesn't know, Dred is a s5 Will from my fic slightly delayed. So don't be confused when I literally never refer to him as Dred in this.
This little scene takes place after that fic.
Willâs searching hand lands on Jemmaâs bare bum, then travels up her back, finding her shoulder blades, her hair, and then-
âAh!â she cries out when he falls half on the mattress and half on her. She rolls out from under the tangle of arms and legs and laughs into the darkness while Will curses beside her. The familiar foul language is peppered with foreign words she doesnât know, alien languages sheâs only just beginning to gain a familiarity with.
âYou okay?â he asks. His hand has taken to searching again and she grabs it, settling it on her stomach.
âFine, you only startled me.â She shimmies her hips, finding a more comfortable position on the mattress. âI do have a question though.â
He hums and from the angle of it, she imagines heâs propped himself up on one elbow as though looking at herâthough of course he canât be. With the lights out and no windows, the guest quarters Kasius gave themâor gave Will; she hardly warrants guest quartersâare pitch black.
âWhy didnât you use the mask?â she asks, all innocent curiosity.
Naturally, this question sets Will to cursing again. Her innocent facade immediately falls away as she resumes laughing.
The fearsome mask Will wears to facilitate his pirate captain alter ego is equipped with several bells and whistles, among them is infrared.
He buries his face in the pillow beside her.
âYou couldâve stood up,â she says solemnly. Then, fearful, âYou didnât stand up, did you?â
âNo, I sat down. Which reminds me, Iâve got good news: the plumbing still works.â
âThank the lord,â Jemma sighs. If theyâre to be trapped in here while the space stationâs habitat system is being repairedâor at least until the doors can be openedârunning water will make it much more endurable.
Not that itâs been a chore so far. She and Will have made the most of it, passing the time as people tend to during power outages, but itâs been several hours now with no sign of letting up and no further word on the repair process through the stationâs communication system.
âThereâs bad news too,â Will cautions. She feels him shift beside her. He doesnât rise, but something rattles in the area of the nightstand. Thereâs a sliding and then a bang. âWhoops.â He doesnât sound terribly concerned, however, and she feels him roll back in her direction. A finely edged object touches her arm. Itâs light, not much weight to it, and concave as well. Sheâs just identified it as his mask when-
For the first second all she can process is the pain of it and then she recognizes what sheâs been missing for the past few hours: light.
Itâs dim, similar in scope to what a cell phone would project, but it is light. Thin tendrils of it sent out by the mask. The design etched into its surface has lit up a pale blue.
âOh, Will,â she says, her straight face not helped at all by the knowledge that this time he can see how her lip quivers as she struggles to hide her laughter. âYouâre my light in the darkness.â
He stares at her for a beat and then- âWooow. That was bad.â
She bats his chest gently, the darting of her arm sending shadows scurrying across the blue-grey the mask has painted the walls. âI thought it was quite romantic. Er. Well.â
He shifts his hand from his ear to his chin, intent.
She rolls her eyes and figures sheâs too deep now not to explain. âBackâ before, my team had to stop a criminal who had power over darkforceâor dark matter. His transmutation had driven him somewhat madâquite common, Iâm afraidâand heâd grown obsessed with a woman who he credited as his âonly light in the darkness.â Admittedly it was a bit ⌠possessive and we did have to kill him to prevent him harming her, but aside from that-â
Willâs chin has fallen off his hand so that he might look up at her somewhat judgmentally. âIâ am beginning to see how you fell for a space pirate.â
She shoves him onto his back. âSays the space pirate.â
He grabs her by the hips. Somehow she has ended up on top of him. âAnd you love it.â
Her hands slide over his shoulders as she lowers herself. Her middle finger follows the track of a scar from a knife fight. âYes, I do.â And she sets about showing him just how much.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward, Jemma Simmons & Grant Ward
Characters: Grant Ward, Jemma Simmons, Original Characters, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hydra (Marvel), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Violence against women, but it's off-screen and absolutely deserved, see the earlier tag
Summary: Grant has to make an unplanned detour while taking over Whitehall's base. Unsurprisingly, it's for murder.
Grant drops to a knee, hand still on his shoulder, and looks him in the eye. âListen, Roy, I donât know how much you know about whatâs going on around here today-â
âItâs another uprising,â he says. âLike last year.â
Grant figures thatâs as good a description as any. One Hydra taking over another is pretty much the same as Hydra taking over SHIELD.
âYeah,â Grant says, âbut when this oneâs done, it wonât be Whitehall in charge. Itâll be me.â
Royâs eyes widen. Grant canât help a self-satisfied smile. Not like itâs hard to impress a kid, but it feels damn good all the same.
âAnd I donât put up with people who hurt kids, all right?â
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward
Characters: Jemma Simmons, Grant Ward, Original Characters, Kara Lynn Palamas, Agents of SHIELD Team
Additional Tags: Inhuman Grant Ward, Season/Series 03, Season/Series 01, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Original Character(s)
Summary: One life can change the world. One life can cost a billion. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made.
Fitz gasps. Skye grins in triumph. Even May seems at least a little relieved.
Grant wishes he could be.
On the screen is Simmons. Facial recognition confirms it but they hardly need it to. Sheâs looking straight into the camera like sheâs begging them to find her.
I don't know if this is allowed, but I love your story 'slightly delayed' and the alternate version you posted the other day was so much fun! So could I ask more than one kiss for Jemma with Captain Dread?
You are ABSOLUTELY allowed to request âverse specific pairings. ESPECIALLY that one. (You are now officially my favorite anon ever.)Â
This doesnât follow the other dayâs fic, instead it is yet another slightly delayed AU. Which I donât even feel bad for this time because it was requested! Wooo!
never knew what i needed
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Will Daniels/Jemma Simmons
Characters: Jemma Simmons, Will Daniels, Melinda May, Leo Fitz, KasiusÂ
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe of an Alternate Universe, Season/Series 05
Summary: While enslaved by Kasius, Jemma meets another slave of the Kree. After she's freed, she can't get him off her mind.
Jemma kneels to search Kasiusâ pockets. Or she means to. A gloved hand beats her to it and neatly pulls out the implant remote sheâs been looking for.
Itâs exactly what she wants, but she doesnât take it. Instead, she looks past it to the man holding it out to her. Dred.
Heâs bound like all the rest, but he slipped the bonds and exposed the advantage just so she wouldnât have to touch Kasius. Or she thinks thatâs why. Or she wants to think thatâs why. Like she always is with him, sheâs forced to second-guess her own conclusions, tear apart her own theories. Is he friend or foe? Enemy or ally?