Here With You - A Daisy/Victor Soulmate Fanfiction
“Eager little thing.”
“Please,” and it’s a single word, let out like a prayer on her lips, and he surges forward to suck the breath out of her mouth, absorbing up whatever other words she mouths against him, breathing in what air she exhales. Her nails dig into his back, as her hands scramble against him, and he chuckles, pulling his head back from her lips.
He's the monster hiding in the woods, blood on his hands and an animalistic anger that curls around his mind. He finds her, and claims her, with the words written across her legs. Scratches his claws down her back and leaves her wanting more, more more. But Daisy Johnson and Victor Creed are both still hunted by enemies from their past, and they won't easily escape them.
Here With You is a Continuation of @ozhawkauthor‘s Into The Woods short - publishing begins exactly one year since Ozhawk published her short. I will be updating every Wednesday and Saturday (20 updates, 21 chapters in total). For anyone whose been dealing with me over the past year, this project, and this ship, has completely gripped me tight and wrapped me up in it’s arms. I’m excited to finally be sharing this with you all!
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So. I love everything you write, honestly. You've enabled my multishipper heart. And I like that last Daisy/Victor first dates one you just posted, but I feel like you (or whoever named the pairing) missed out on an excellent opportunity to call them ToothQuake (like toothache.....I should've prefaced this by saying that I was very tired lol)
I do call them ToothQuake as well! But I completely forgot to put it on the tags because the phone was ringing as I was trying to post bloody phone has not stopped this morning ugh.
A picnic had been a good choice for a first date, Daisy reflected. Victor was very clearly more comfortable out of doors; the tension had visibly gone out of his shoulders as they sat down on the picnic blanket she’d brought. He was quiet, though, his hard face sombre. On impulse, she threw a grape at him, laughed in startlement as his reflexes kicked in and he literally snapped it out of the air.
“What the heck?” Victor rumbled, after biting into and swallowing the grape. Daisy giggled mischievously.
“You looked like you were thinking dark and gloomy thoughts, and it’s too nice a day for that.” She threw another grape and broke up laughing as he was apparently impelled to snap that one out of the air too.
“Quit it,” Victor said, though a small smile began to play around the edge of his lips. “I don’t even like grapes that much.”
“I am not throwing you little bits of raw meat, like a zookeeper!” Daisy had to laugh at the mental image.
“I don’t even like raw meat!... much,” he amended when she gave him a cynical stare. She made to throw another grape but he lunged across the picnic blanket and caught it before it even left her hand, rolling her beneath him in the process. She promptly dug the fingers of her free hand into his ribs, wriggling them to find the ticklish spot.
Victor yowled, twisting off Daisy to escape. She followed him with tiny tendrils of her power, vibrating them along his sides until she hit the sweet spot and he burst out into deep, body-shaking roars of laughter.
“That’s better,” satisfied, she finally stopped. “You were far too grim and silent for it being such a nice day.”
August 15-21 (17) - "I'm not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know you’re mine" Daisy/Victor for @valin-dana
Valin-dana didn’t want to put her exact birthday out on the Internetz, which is completely fine. She just asked for me to publish it somewhere between the 15th and 21st. I picked the 17th because I had no other birthdays scheduled for the date. Happy birthday, darling, whenever exactly it is!
Anyway, because why the hell not, I decided to play with an ABO AU. I apologise in advance to anyone who doesn’t like the trope. There’s smut below the cut!
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jemma asked quietly. “You really should go to an Omega Center.”
“It’ll be fine,” Daisy claimed. “There aren’t that many Alphas on base, and they’re all bonded anyway, or not strong enough to try and claim me...”
“Except Victor,” Jemma folded her arms and gave Daisy a direct look. “Or have you deliberately forgotten that the strongest Alpha we’ve ever met is due back on the same day you’re due to go into your once-yearly mandated heat?”
“I didn’t forget,” Daisy said, and it was absolutely true. She hadn’t forgotten anything about Victor, not from the very first day she’d met him and the scent of him had washed over her, almost making her dizzy. He’d turned to look at her not a second later, his eyes narrowing; but he’d said nothing. A few times since he’d made it clear that he was interested, but she’d deflected him by simply telling him that she was on suppressants. Wasn’t ready to mate.
Perhaps she’d known the very first time she saw him what he would be to her, though, Daisy mused as she drifted back through the base towards her room, touching things as she passed, knowing that her scent on them, the scent of an Omega on the verge of heat, would inflame any Alpha who passed by.
Her room was all ready. She’d been preparing for weeks, knowing subconsciously all along that she wasn’t going to an Omega Center. That she would stay right here, where Victor would find her. Where he would come to her.
The first knock on her door came an hour later. She opened up the tiny panel in the centre of the Alpha-proof door and found herself staring at Bobbi.
“Um,” Bobbi shuffled her feet awkwardly, “Daisy, are you OK? I picked up your scent, and you know I’m bonded to Hunter, so you can trust me if you need me to stand guard…”
Bobbi inhaled. “Ah,” she said after a moment. “You’re waiting for Victor.”
Of course, Bobbi would figure it out. Victor was the only Alpha stronger than she was on the whole base. There was no point in trying to prevaricate, so Daisy just nodded.
“I see,” Bobbi said. “Well. I daresay you won’t have any trouble then, and frankly I don’t want to get into a fight with him.” Her nostrils swelled slightly. “I’d say, have a good heat, but from the scent of you it’s going to be a tough one, so just… be safe. Your scent’s pretty powerful already, Daisy. He’ll be in rut by the time he gets here. Fuck off, Agent Hanley,” she didn’t even bother to look around. “You’re not strong enough to bond her anyway, and Victor Creed’s coming. He’ll kill any unbonded Alpha outside her door when he gets here, so if you value your life you’ll be far, far away by then.”
Daisy didn’t see the other Alpha; just heard a gasp and the sound of hastily running feet. “Thanks, Bobbi,” she said.
“You’re welcome. Got all the supplies you need?”
“Yeah.” Daisy ducked her head. “Hunter helped me stock up.”
Bobbi’s smile was warm. “He’s a good Omega. Knows how to ride out a tough heat. And a rutting Alpha.”
“He gave me some tips.”
Bobbi’s head snapped around then, and she backed away from the door, hands spread in a conciliatory, unthreatening gesture. “Creed, just checking she has what she needs. You know I’m bonded.”
“Get away from her.” The voice was barely recognisable as human, a low, vicious snarl. “She’s mine.”
Daisy’s knees started to shake as Bobbi backed out of her view. The small panel in the door went completely dark then, and she realised Victor had put his back to the door. He stood still for about a minute, just emanating the hot scent of a powerful Alpha in full rut. Anyone who even thought about approaching her door in the next few days would be overcome with a terrified urge to run away as fast as possible.
Daisy closed the panel with trembling fingers. By the time Victor knocked on her door, she’d stripped off every stitch of clothing she was wearing and flung it all aside. Slick was already beginning to slide down her inner thighs in anticipation; he’d be able to scent it even through the door, she knew.
“Daisy,” his voice was a low rumble. “I’m here.”
He didn’t ask her to open the door. He already knew that she would, knew as well as she did why she’d chosen to remain here for her heat instead of going to the safety of an Omega Center. They’d been watching each other for months, Victor making wary advances, Daisy neither accepting nor declining them. He’d had to fight down the urge to rub his scent on her more than once, to mark his territory so that no other Alpha would dare approach her. Now, it seemed, she was finally ready to accept him - and yet the door remained closed. He put his hand on the cool steel.
“Daisy.”
“I’m scared,” he heard her whisper through the door.
Victor shut his eyes, tried to breathe shallowly. Her scent was maddening, making him want to scream and claw at the door, demand she let him in. He knew too much about the Alpha who’d once tried to force her into a bond, though. “I’m not him. This is your choice, Daisy. If you don’t want me here, say so.”
There was a moment of silence before the soft rattle of bolts being drawn back. Victor made himself wait until she opened the door, forced himself not to just barge in on her even though his instincts were screaming at him.
Daisy instinctively stepped back, moving away from the door as Victor entered the room. He cast one quick glance at her before turning back to secure the door again. He looked huge in her room, his imposing height meaning he towered over her anyway, the thick coat and heavy boots he was wearing making him look bigger still. His scent poured over her, like hot water searing her. Sweat sheened her skin as she backed up further, scared and shockingly aroused both at the same time.
Victor shrugged his coat off his shoulders and dropped it behind him as he trod slowly forward, never taking his eyes from Daisy. His shirt was next, ripped cleanly off his body and flung aside. She gasped, eyes wide; and he snarled, the corners of his lips lifting up to show his sharp canine teeth, as her scent grew even more intense.
“I can almost taste you on the air,” he whispered harshly. “So sweet.”
He was deep in rut, big body quivering with barely suppressed violence, and Daisy recognised with some panic that she’d driven him to this. That she had to show him submission, and quickly, before his instincts overtook him completely. Without even thinking, she dipped her fingers between her legs, gathering slick on her fingertips, held them up towards him.
“Taste, then,” she whispered.
Victor’s huge hand curled around her wrist, his feral eyes locked with hers as he bent his head; but his grip was gentle and she didn’t feel his teeth at all as his tongue swiped over her fingers, sucking them slowly into his mouth. He hummed softly around them with pleasure, his other arm coming up to wrap around her waist, lift her easily into the air. He lifted her high, until her head was higher than his, before pressing his face against her neck and breathing in her scent.
“Mine.” The softly voiced word was accompanied by the lightest possible prick of his teeth against her throat, but Daisy went utterly limp against him, able only to think about how much she wanted him to bite her properly, to sink his teeth in deep into the sensitive flesh, to take her for his own.
“Please,” she whimpered, and his arm tightened around her, his teeth pressing in a little harder before he spoke again.
“I’m an all or nothing kind of guy, Daisy, you know that. I’m gonna knot you, I’m gonna bond you, I’m gonna breed you. If that ain’t what you want, you better tell me now.” Victor highly doubted that he’d be able to stop even if she told him to, not now he’d had a taste of her. But then, he was also pretty damn sure that he and Daisy had been headed for this all along, and that she’d made her mind up months ago.
Beyond speech, all she could do in answer was put her arms around his neck and cling to him, trying to pull his face harder against her neck. Victor snarled hungrily, stepping forward before lowering her to the bed, soft and thickly piled with cushions and blankets. At least one of them smelled like him, making him smile approvingly. She’d raided his quarters at some point.
“Everything in this room’s gonna smell like me when I’m done,” he growled, releasing her and straightening up. “Especially you. Every Alpha you ever meet’s gonna be too scared to come near you, ever again.”
Eyes glazed over with lust, Daisy watched as he stooped to unlace his boots, stripped out of the rest of his clothes. His cock was jutting thick and proud, leaking a little at the tip. Desperate now as her heat rushed over her, making her skin prickle with need, she parted her legs invitingly and made a hopeful little whine in her throat.
“Fuck,” Victor growled in a voice that was no longer even remotely human, and then he was on her, flipping her to her front and pulling her up to her knees. “Mine,” he snarled against her neck, powerful body curving around hers as he bent over her. “I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna scent you, I’m gonna mark you up - not gonna stop leaving marks until everyone knows you’re mine.”
Daisy screamed with pleasure as his teeth met in her throat, shoving her hips back towards him frantically to try and pull him into her. She was dripping slick, so ready, so needy for him, for his knot, to be filled as she’d never let any Alpha take her before.
Victor roared with triumph as he slid home into Daisy’s hot, welcoming body, as the scent of his rut swirled around them both. She keened and pushed back against him; his powerful hands clamped down on her hips.
“So wet,” he growled against her neck, nosing her hair aside so he could nip at her nape. “So ready. You want my knot, little omega, my Daisy, my flower? So sweet…”
She sobbed with need as he rocked against her, going a little deeper with each thrust until his groin was smacking hard against her ass. “Please, Victor!” somehow she found it in her to wail. “Please, your knot, I need it, oh god please, please…”
He growled in lusty pleasure, driving into her still harder, one hand sliding up her back to tangle into her hair, pull her back up against him, the other curving around beneath Daisy’s body to find her clit with his fingertips, to pleasure her while he pumped roughly inside her. Nuzzling over the swollen scent gland in her neck, he licked at it before pressing his teeth against the hot flesh.
“Yes,” Daisy panted desperately, arching her neck. “Yes.”
“Mine,” Victor growled, “my omega, my mate.” He could feel his knot beginning to swell, the knot that would lock him inside Daisy, pumping his seed deep into her body. Painting her with his scent, marking her as Victor Creed’s Omega, untouchable on pain of death.
“My Alpha!” she cried back to him, and Victor bit down even as his knot swelled to full thickness. She sobbed and shivered around him as she came, her body sucking at him, milking his seed to draw it deep inside her for the first time - the first of many over the next few days, when her heat would flare again and again, and Victor would soothe her with the mating she so desperately craved.
But for right now, he drew her down to the bed, both lying on their sides, stroking her flank and hip gently to soothe her as she shuddered and moaned around his knot. “Hush, Daisy. Hush, my sweet girl.” One strong arm around her waist held her still as Victor pressed gentle kisses over her shoulder and neck. “You’re mine now,” he whispered into her ear. “My Omega.”
Daisy sighed in pure content, snuggling back against him, letting his comforting scent wash over her, enveloping her as the thickness of his knot swollen inside her eased the frantic, itchy feeling of her heat. “My Alpha,” she whispered back to him happily. “I’m so glad I chose you.”
August 10 - “I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, all right? It’s a… terrifying… rom-com.” Victor/Daisy for afrikasisi
Last one for August 10! And surprisingly, not smutty.
It is completely adorable, though...
Daisy was pretty surprised when Victor came into the room just as she was settling down to watch the movie. “I’ve had a crappy day,” she warned, spoon posed above her tub of ice cream, “and I am watching this movie.”
“Okay,” he side-eyed her, shrugged. “Got nothing better to do. Whatcha watchin’?”
“The Princess Bride,” Daisy said around a mouthful of ice cream.
“Never heard of it.”
“Never… okay, are you in for a treat. This is the best movie ever made,” Daisy said enthusiastically, patting the seat beside her. “Come sit down.”
“You gonna share that ice cream?”
“No. Get your own.”
He had to chuckle at the fierce way she clutched the tub to her, but he knew there was plenty more in the freezer. “Okay. Pause it?”
She smiled happily. “Will do.”
Victor returned a couple of minutes later, settled onto the couch beside her with a bowl held in one large paw. He curled like a cat, Daisy noted from the corner of her eye, tucking his long legs up beneath him neatly. She half-expected him to lap at the creamy treat on his spoon, but he ate it just like she did, finishing and putting the bowl on the table, settling in to watch the movie quietly.
It was a little while later when Daisy felt a large, warm hand curl gently around hers. A little startled - her boyfriend wasn’t the most touchy-feely person in the world - she glanced sideways at Victor, only to find him apparently absorbed in the movie, his eyes riveted to the screen. Leaning forward slightly, his lips slightly parted, he appeared almost ready to leap at the screen. She couldn’t help a giggle.
“What?” Victor’s attention snapped back to her, and then he suddenly seemed to become aware of their linked hands. “What?”
“You can hold my hand if you want to,” Daisy said with a grin.
“I… I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, all right? It’s a… terrifying… romantic comedy… fantasy… thing.” He hadn’t let go of her hand, and he was still side-eyeing the TV screen. She suddenly clicked what was bothering him.
“You don’t like the Rodents Of Unusual Size!”
Victor’s lip curled very slightly, a faint growl shivering in the air.
Daisy had to laugh, tightening her small fingers around his large ones. “Don’t worry, kitty cat. I won’t let the nasty giant rats get you.”
This time he did growl, looking away from the TV and at her. “This kitty cat is gonna get you for that, missy.”
She squealed and tried to dive away as he pounced, but his reflexes were ridiculously fast and he caught her easily, pinning her beneath him on the couch. His feral eyes gleamed down at her, and he licked his lips slowly. Suddenly, Daisy was shockingly, fiercely aroused, but Victor made no move to kiss her.
“Victor, kiss me,” she begged desperately.
He smiled, slowly, and bent his head. Just before their lips met, he whispered “As you wish.”
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Victor was seriously adorable under that growly, gruff exterior, Daisy had decided by the end of their dinner. Sure, he looked imposing, and sounded it too, with that rasping voice that seemed to come straight up from his boots (and did very interesting things to her insides, along with the way he looked at her), but she was pretty sure that he was just a giant teddy bear really. To people he liked, anyway.
Leaving the restaurant, he offered his arm gallantly for her in an old-fashioned gesture that made her smile with delight. She tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, uncaring that even in the four-inch heels she’d chosen to wear, her head came nowhere near his shoulder.
(Actually, she did care. It was quite a nice feeling. And considering that SHIELD had run across Victor single-handedly demolishing a Hydra base, she had every confidence that he could more than look after himself, no matter what they might run into.)
It was a couple of blocks to where they’d left the car, and a pleasant night. Victor carefully moderated his long stride to match’s Daisy’s shorter steps. She looked so physically delicate, so fragile; but the first time they’d met, she threw him across the room in alarm. He’d known then that he’d found his mate, the only woman strong enough to match him, but he must move slowly, cautiously. Courting a lioness was no easy undertaking.
A faint scent teased at his nose, a wisp of memory on the wind. Distracted by the girl on his arm, it took Victor a second longer to react than he might have otherwise, and that second was all Logan needed.
Daisy was knocked over by the force of the collision, her hand knocked away from Victor’s arm. She shoved herself painfully to hands and knees, head spinning slightly, to see Victor fighting - in earnest - with another massive guy who had obscenely long blades coming out of his hands.
“LOGAN JAMES HOWLETT!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Logan froze with shock, just long enough for Victor to get the upper hand, a powerful arm snapping around Logan’s torso from behind, immobilising his arms. Daisy dragged herself upright, stormed over and slapped Logan hard across the face.
“How dare you attack my date!”
“Your… date?” Logan blinked down at her, astonished. They’d run across each other when she’d been on her own for a while after Hive and Lincoln, worked together briefly to take down some mutual enemies, and parted with a healthy mutual respect. “Victor is your date?”
“Yes he is, and though the two of you have clearly had your differences in the past, I am ordering you to put it the hell aside and make up. Victor, let go of him, please.”
Though they both dwarfed her, Victor never even considered disobeying. He did rumble “Hundred years of bad blood ain’t so easy to forget.”
Logan growled at him. Daisy flung up her hands and sent a powerful wave of vibration between them, knocking them apart. “Blades away,” she ordered Logan. “And your claws too, Victor, don’t think I can’t see them.”
A small grin quirked Logan’s mouth as he retracted his blades with a snickt. “Never figured you for the kind who likes to let a woman boss him around,” he said to Victor.
Victor shrugged, a grin growing on his own face. “What can I say. I have a thing for powerful women.”
“Daisy might just be able to handle you, at that.” Logan hesitated, then offered his hand to shake. “But if I ever hear that you hurt her, I’ll come lookin’ for you,” he warned, gripping firmly onto Victor’s hand.
