"C'mon, Cinder." Thorne goaded, shoving her towards the doors. "We're out of there the second the crown touches her head." (Four stories of Winter's coronation ceremony.)
Skye gets sick as a result of her slowly developing powers. Just something that's been on my mind- little snippet, not much plot.
Mabel is intimately aquainted with heartbreak. Recent encounters with it had resulted in shattered vases, hurling expensive jewelry across the room, two screaming matches, and additional violent cursing of the Gilligham family name.
Cinder and Kai don't really fight. Scarlet says its unnatural, that two people as different as they are with so many varying opinions don't at least knock heads once in a while. (A lot of Ficlets and unconnected drabble.)
The team indulges in self-depricating humor and tacky Christmas decorations.
She shot him. She freaking shot him. Ward is willing to admit he's more than a little pissed.
So, they've found this new place where they can all theoretically be safe. And if they're not- well, at least Clarke has Bellamy to blame. (Bellarke.)
It takes Skye a moment to realize that Raina isn't calling her by her name. It's an unfamiliar sound, something new and alluring and completely freaking ridiculous. Something fancy and pretentious-sounding, and Skye's not even sure she wants to know what it is.
Skye gets between Ward and Coulson at gunpoint.
Undercover is fun. Undercover is fun. Natasha figures if she says it often enough, she may be able to trick herself into believing it.
Simmons is fussing over him, and as annoying as it is, Fitz is starting to realize how much he needs it.
She was going to die, and Scarlet thought it was funny. "Give me your dress." Cinder begged, her hands fisting in the ridiculous puffy fabric of her wedding gown. "I told you that you and Kai should have eloped." Scarlet shrugged. (A story about the solidification of a valued commonwealth/lunar alliance, and an actual marriage.)
Natasha hates him when he smiles.
Hating him was easy. Loving him was the hard part.
Mathew and Mary attempt conversation and discuss tea. Set during season 1.
Skye hasn't been this bored since she was stuck in the ER reading gardening magazines while random foreign people paraded in and out, debating the best way to fix her. One-shot, pure fluff.
The smoke is burning into his lungs, heat chaffing at his skin, and Ward knows he's going to die.
The first time he sees her, he has the taste of bourbon and blood on his tongue. It's dark and the sky is thick with mist and stars. She's beautiful.
"You don't want to know who I really am." Natasha says grimly, and Steve's still blinking innocently at her with those serene aqua eyes, looking so doubtful at the idea of all the evil she's capable of. (A series featuring Steve Rogers and Natasha R. Genres will vary.)
'He's been drowning all his life, and until he met her, Grant's solution had been to drag everyone else down with him. To kick and thrash and claw his way to the surface, even if it meant that everyone around him would sink to the ocean floor.' A series of drabbles about Ward's path to redemption- Skyeward.