— jomny sun (insp)
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— jomny sun (insp)
Come With Me If You Want to Live
John Simmons gave me a picture of you once. I didn't know why at the time. It was very old - torn, faded. You were young like you are now. You seemed just a little sad. I used to always wonder what you were thinking at that moment. I memorized every line, every curve... I came across time for you, Jemma. I love you; I always have.
Maybe it'll be enough if you know that, in the few hours we had together, we loved a lifetime's worth.
make me choose: huntingbird or jemmawill ↳ for: anonymous
jemmawill ghost rider AU
When the creature that’s spent years torturing Will escapes back to Earth, he makes a deal with a devil to follow and kill it before it can do to his home what it did to Maveth. But his homecoming is bittersweet when he discovers that the deal he made is of the eternal variety.
After the uprising sends the world into chaos, Jemma finds herself the object of a manhunt. Her rescue comes in the form of a fiery figure with his own grudge against Hydra. As they grow closer, she has to ask herself if her feelings for this broken man are worth the risk of getting burned.
edit request meme: an anon said: aos + favorite minor character
I’ve never been able to resist doing something when I’m told the odds are impossible.
jemmawill + the little mermaid reverse au
When Jemma goes overboard during the attack on the Iliad, she thinks her biggest trouble will be in securing help from those on deck, but before she can reach the surface, something tugs her down into the dark. There, she loses her legs for a more functional tail and meets a man who, like her, struggles to remember the world above and protect them both from the monster that keeps them trapped.
“It’s called a fork,” she says, resting her head on his shoulder.
“A fork,” he echoes, turning it back and forth. The dim light from the surface - from the sun, she reminds herself sternly - reflects off its edges. It sparkles. “A weapon?”
“No.” Their tails tangle and she wraps her arms around his middle. “For eating.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, a hint of teasing in his voice. He lifts it over his shoulder to drag it through her loose hair. “It might be good for other things.”
“Hush!” she snaps and kisses him quick before swimming away.
— the stars do not care. | tm
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