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 she’s given him credit for. Under the onslaught of two exceedingly judgmental stares, he remains fixed firmly in place, determined to see through what he’s begun.
Of course, what he’s begun is stupid, and so Jemma informs him, “You’re in the way,” just in case he might have missed the rather obvious fact that he’s standing between them and the TV.
“He has a meeting,” he says again, just barely managing to keep his tone civil.
“Really?” she asks, not bothering with civility at all. She turns to Alveus. “I thought you were a god.”
He grins. She doesn’t know whether it’s because he’s amused by her playacting or just pleased she’s not treating his delusions of godhood as, well, delusions for once. Or, most likely of all, he’s pleased by the way she’s pasted herself even more closely against his side simply because it irritates Malick.
She fought the soulbond between them on Maveth. Not because she didn’t 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 he’s far too pompous to admit it, she suspects Alveus feels much the same.
“I am,” he says patiently.
Jemma turns back to Malick. “He’s a god,” she tells him quite seriously. “Which I rather think means everyone else is on his schedule, don’t you?”
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, “Of course. However, sir-” he looks pointed at not her- “you did say you wanted the report on the ATCU’s progress. I’ve arranged a meeting with the director, who is not aware of your status. I’m afraid she’s 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.”
The problem, Jemma’s learned, with one’s soulmate being significantly older (if a difference of several thousand years can be called merely “significant”) is that the additional years give them plenty of opportunity to get into trouble. Not, of course, that Jemma’s 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 one’s 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 Alveus’ shirt and her knee hooks over his. Even through the fabric of their clothing, her skin buzzes at the contact, eager for more.
“But this is my favorite.”
Alveus’ chest rumbles with more laughter. “They have all been your favorite.”
“But this one is about a wormhole to the other side of the universe. It has a special place in my heart.” She traces her finger over his. “Besides, it’s Jodie Foster.”
Alveus hesitates a moment more (a “god” can’t give in too easily, not even to his soulmate) before shrugging his shoulders. “I am afraid Jemma is right, Gideon. Your director will have to wait.”
Malick’s eyes widen and for a moment Jemma really thinks he might lunge at her. In the weeks since their return from Maveth, he’s grown increasingly aggravated by her presence. That she’s a SHIELD agent is bad enough. That her status as his god’s soulmate gives her unhindered access to him and the ability to distract him from all of Malick’s grand plans will, she thinks soon, become unendurable. What Alveus will do then, Jemma doesn’t know, though she’s 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 Malick’s 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 Alveus’ lap.
“What are you doing?” she asks, the words coming out rather high-pitched thanks to his hand already slipping beneath her top.
“You have distracted me from my meeting,” he says into her neck. Her head drops back and she clenches her teeth against a moan. This, she thinks, is why it’s 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. “So I,” Alveus continues while moving down her neck, “will distract you from your film.”
“But—it’s—my-” She means to say it’s her favorite, but the teasing statement is lost amidst his kisses.
They don’t finish the film until very late that evening.
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This is a very bad time to discover a new turn on.
Ta-da! Week four! This week you get a super old drabble with a new, slapped on ending, because I drove 300 miles this morning and I just can’t, y’all.
Takes place in the same verse as this equally old drabble. Call it several weeks later.
This is a very bad time to discover a new turn on.
She is being held prisoner by Hydra, at the order of its god, who for some horrible reason is determined to make her his goddess. She should not be getting turned on at all and especially not in said (delusional) god’s presence.
And yet it’s undeniable.
It’s the combination of factors, she thinks. His warmth just behind her; his legs bracketing her hips; the slow, steady stroke of the brush through her hair; the occasional brush of his fingers against the shell of her ear….
And it certainly doesn’t help that he’s in Ward’s body which, no matter how much she hated him, she’s never quite managed to quit being attracted to.
“All right, I think that’s enough,” she says, leaning forward to avoid the next pass of the brush. “Thank you for the assistance.”
“My pleasure,” Hive says, “Jemma.”
As always, his voice wraps around her name like it’s an endearment. Paired with the weight he puts on the word pleasure and her own (unwanted) arousal---
“I want to go upstairs,” she says, even as she scrambles off the bed. Fetching her shoes from their spot by the door makes for an excellent excuse to put some distance between them. “May I?”
It grates that she has to ask---that he has any say at all in her movements, that she’s become so accustomed to her restrictions that she doesn’t even think to just walk out---but she doesn’t dwell on that now. She tucks that concern away, alongside the thoughtless way she accepted his help with her hair instead of struggling through herself, the ease with which she slept beside him last night, and other, similar signs that her fight against him is a losing one.
He’s the enemy, it’s true. She can’t and won’t forget that.
But the longer she stays---the longer she languishes in the pretty gilded cage he’s trapped her in, full of luxury and affection and everything she could want, save freedom---the less it seems to matter.
By his smile, Hive knows it. “Of course. Lucio will take you.”
Permission granted, Jemma flees. Hive doesn’t follow her, but her thoughts do.
Not even the sunlight streaming through the windows in the upper base can change what she fears is fact: someday, she won’t have the strength to flee.
Someday---perhaps even someday soon---she won’t even want to.
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For the kiss meme (love it btw, I'm jealous I didn't think of doing it that way) I would love to see an unfortunate kiss for "the water can't drown me" OR, because I know you are conflicted about that one but my hope springs eternal, "lost somewhere in outer space." I figure they're both pretty long-shots so maybe the relief of having one to turn to instead will help.
“My point is, there’s no telling what sort of…of bugs or contagions or hidden explosives I may be carrying. I need to be quarantined pending a full work-up.” She meets Coulson’s eyes and firms her expression. “You know the protocol, sir.”
“I do,” he agrees, serious tone at odds with his soft, gentle smile. “Welcome back, Agent Simmons.”
Daisy sniffs audibly. Fitz’s arm tightens around Jemma’s waist.
“What?” she asks, looking from one of them to the other. Even May is smiling a little. “What did I say?”
“Nothing,” Coulson says. “You’re right, you do need to be quarantined. Containment room it is.”
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hive/Jemma Simmons
Characters: Hive (Marvel), Jemma Simmons, Stephanie Malick
Additional Tags: Episode: s03e16 Paradise Lost, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary: Alveus takes Jemma with him to Malick's home.
Stephanie beams as she backs respectfully out of the room. A beat passes after the shutting of the door. He counts, hearing the faint footfalls Jemma cannot and knowing she will have marked the twelve steps from the door to the stairs. Sure enough, twelve seconds after Stephanie’s passing, she speaks.
“What am I doing here?” she asks, supplying the question Stephanie would not.
Though his attention never fully leaves her, he turns to physically regard her slowly, allowing the moment to draw out. Even confined with him on first Maveth and then within Malick’s underground base, she has made an art of the silent treatment. He can easily count the number of times she has willfully initiated conversation with him. For her to have done so without any pushing on his part and without cursing his name, this is quite a unique event and one he wishes to savor.
That title is probably not familiar (as a title, obviously it's a lyric) because I only just collected the calm 'verse into a real fic for this addition. As that was last added to back in 2018, you might wanna give the first couple chapters a look before starting on 3.
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hive/Jemma Simmons
Characters: Hive (Marvel), Jemma Simmons, John Garrett (Marvel), Agents of SHIELD Team
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon, Character Death, Season/Series 01
Summary: Hive finds his own way home. As fate would have it, while in Paris in 2013, he takes the body of Grant Ward.
Jemma looks up into Alveus’ face, all wide eyes and concern. He has imagined telling her the truth of himself many times. He never imagined it this way.
“Jemma-” He lifts a hand to brush the dust from her cheek, but is prevented from doing so by a gunshot.
The bullet rips through his shoulder and he turns away, shielding Jemma even as an animal growl escapes him. How dare they? He is beyond their power to harm but Jemma is not.
