#marvel femslash

[romkole]

SMALL TOWN AU!

When Natasha returns to the small town she left after school, she is forced to build a new life here and face her high school rival, Maria. Now, over ten years later she isn’t sure why they couldn’t stand each other back then. Maybe they were just angsty and angry teens. Maybe she didn’t know how to express her emotions.

Anyway, they are adults now. Something has to change.

#blackhill #blackhill prompt #maria hill #natasha romanov #natasha × maria #natasha romanoff #marvel #neighbors au #small town au #ex rivals au #rival silver #marvel femslash #cobie smulders #scarlett johansson

[marvelfemslashweek]

The Prompts for Marvel Femslash Week are here!

We are sharing the prompts now to ensure everyone has plenty of time to make fun creations if they want to. The Marvel Femslash Week takes place 22 May - 28 May, 2023. You can find the rules here.

Day 1: Fluff and/or Mission

Day 2: Hurt and/or Kiss

Day 3: Canon Compliant and/or Hugs

Day 4: Powers and/or First Time

Day 5: Alternate Universe and/or Hope

Day 6: Crush and/or Angst

Day 7: Smart and/or Fashion and/or Free Space

If you want to help us spread the word, you can do so by reblogging this post and sharing it in Discord servers.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #femslash #marvel femslash #marvelfemslashweek #marvelfemslashweek2023 #marvel event #trackmarvel

[inlovewithfairies]

I want to write some blackhill, anybody got prompts?

#blackhill #blackhill fanfic #natasha romanoff x maria hill #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #maria hill #marvel femslash

[the-unspeakable-tsar]

The ultimate universe was real fucky, wasn't it? I was thinking about Ultimate Alpha Flight again.

It's most of the usual cast of characters from 616 Alpha Flight...and Jubilee. But Jubilee isn't the weird part here. You can direct your attention to Shaman and Snowbird. Snowbird is Dani Moonstar. Shaman is apparently John Proudstar. This might strike many as odd. Because neither of them comes from tribes within Canada. As a slightly less weird aside, Sasquatch is Rahne Sinclair, who is from Scotland. So DaniRahne is potentially alive in the 1610, and they're addicted to Wolverine drugs.

#marvel #ultimate marvel #Alpha Flight #New Mutants #John Proudstar #danielle moonstar #Rahne Sinclair #marvel femslash #x men comics #Ultimate X Men #Earth 1610

[skyler10fic]

You Remind Me of Someone

By Skyler10

Summary: Carol is injured in battle, causing a bout of amnesia! There’s nothing medically accurate in this fic, but it sure makes Daisy sad. Watch her deal with her emotions while caring for her wife, and watch Carol unknowingly fall for her all over again.

For the @ficwip @ficwip5k!

Read on Ao3

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It should have been me. 

That thought chilled Daisy more than the hospital air conditioner blasting purified air. Her knees bumped against the hard plastic frame of Carol’s hospital bed as she prayed for Carol to open her eyes. 

Daisy had been here before, literally and metaphorically. People had died for her, whether sacrificially or coincidentally, all her life. She’d been the motive for her serial-killing parents, a pawn in wars, a vulnerability to Shield, and a symbol others laid down their lives for, so that she could survive to complete her missions and save countless others—sometimes entire planets. 

And then she met Carol Danvers. They’d fought across the galaxy side by side, fallen in love, and returned home to earth to work for the super-agent division of Shield, led by Daisy’s adoptive parents, Phil Coulson and Melinda May. This seemed to be the solution to Daisy’s curse: followed by Death like a shadow. Carol was mortal, but only just. She aged as slowly as Daisy, had otherwise unimaginable powers, flew without the aid of tech gear, and could use light and heat at her command. She was strong in every way. 

But not even Carol Danvers could escape the effects of the amnesia-inducing Kree truncheon. The blow was meant for Daisy. In a surprise attack, Vin-Tak was not going to let another opportunity pass him by to eliminate the inhuman “abomination” his people had created. Instead, Carol had intercepted the blow with a photon blast, but she paid dearly for her actions. He hit Carol hard, and Daisy hit him harder. He was no match for their team together, and the other super-agents on the team tricked him into a containment pod. 

The team noticed Daisy and Carol weren’t celebrating. Daisy hunched over Carol, mumbling, “No! Please wake up!” Daisy remembered it like an out-of-body experience: Shield paramedics. The sirens of the emergency extract pod they had dubbed “the ambulance.” Her friends pulling her away from Carol’s body as the medics worked.  

She remembered Phil holding her and Melinda paying close attention as the Shield doctor explained Carol’s injuries: a broken arm, significant bruising, shock, and, of course, the truncheon’s trademark amnesia could be expected. Maybe more. Jemma and Fitz, the super team’s best scientists, were already exploring any possible antidote to the amnesiac powers of the truncheon if diplomacy (or threats) to Vin-Tak failed. 

—--------------------

Daisy had a question she was too afraid to ask the doctor, so she waited until Jemma visited that evening, interrupting Daisy’s cycle of self-blame and guilt and prayers. 

“Knock knock,” Jemma said at the open hospital room door. 

Daisy glanced up. Her voice was low and hoarse when she spoke. “Come in.” 

Jemma sat next to Daisy, and they watched Carol for a few minutes. Alive, with the steady vitals on the monitor above her bed, but unstirred by the presence of others around her.

Daisy broke the silence. “It’s because of the damage before, isn’t it?”

“From the amnesia when she got her powers, yes, but also whatever the Kree did to heal her while replacing her memories. It’s a theory anyway. Daisy, even if Vin-Tak reverses the amnesia or Fitz and I find a solution, it may take a while for them to come back. This isn’t like when Lady Sif recovered instantly. Carol’s memories may be spotty even after she’s healed.”

“But if neither one works…”

Jemma put her hand on Daisy’s. “We aren’t going to let that happen. She’ll come back to us. We just have to give it time.” 

Daisy took her best friend’s promise seriously, sleeping on a cot in Carol’s room and hardly leaving her side. An agreement was made with Vin-Tak, and he reversed the power of the truncheon. Watching the oddly ceremonial scene of the Kree standing over a prone and sedated Carol, Daisy could hardly breathe, waiting anxiously for Carol’s eyes to open. Daisy didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care, what Phil had promised in return. All Daisy knew was that Carol relaxed into more peaceful sleep afterward. 

—---------------- 

The first thing Carol felt before opening her eyes was all-consuming pain. She whimpered and tried to pry open her eyes, but all she saw was a nurse in scrubs bringing her relief. The medicine fought back the pain but also kept her groggy, and she could barely form words to thank them. When they wheeled her to the bathroom, she’d go through the motions instinctually but not really processing any of it: the color of the tile, the temperature of the water at the sink, how she ended up back in bed. Even her own pale, hollow reflection was a stranger. The pattern continued like this, in and out, but she was aware of a presence always beside her. 

She remembered an older woman dying in her arms, perhaps like a mother. Another and another, in various scenes: human, alien, men, women, children… so much death. The thought that it might be her turn made something inside her scream NO. But after all this death she’d witnessed, what else was there? 

Then the pain meds hit, and she felt like she was flying, really flying. The sting of the wind and the energy it took to sustain and the way of moving her body to change direction. She knew it as if it was muscle memory. Instinct. 

If only she could fly away from this pain and the exhaustion. The care and concern of the voices around her (and lack of restraints) told her she was being treated by her own people, but she couldn’t picture the faces of her team. 

Every time pain came back, she gave up trying to puzzle it all out decided she’d rest a little longer. 

—--------------------- 

Daisy typed away at her laptop in Carol’s hospital room, on her cot with her back against the wall, positioned so she could glance up to check on Carol and her vitals from time to time. Despite being out of the field for the foreseeable future, Daisy had not slowed down on her work between nurses and doctors bustling in to look after Carol and spout instructions at Daisy before disappearing again. 

The team came to visit between missions, and tonight it was Jemma’s turn. She offered to sit with Carol while Daisy took a break. 

“You need to get out of this room,” Jemma admonished. “I can tell. It’s driving you mad being in this box.” 

Daisy had to admit Jemma was right. She rubbed her eyes with her fingertips. “It’s more the lack of answers. The doctors say Carol seems to be in a healing state. Feel her skin.” 

Daisy nodded to the exposed, slightly glowing skin on Carol’s unbroken arm. 

Avoiding the IV line, Jemma did, and just as she had suspected, it was burning hot. Carol’s power was clearly trying its best to heal her from the inside out. 

“I thought she might,” Jemma confessed. “I suggested as much to the doctors, but I didn’t know there’d be such a strong sedative effect of the combination of her powers with the IV cocktail to keep her comfortable in the meantime.” 

The IV bag still had hours of medicine left in it. The screen nearby told them Carol’s vitals remained stable, and despite the warmth of her skin, she didn’t have a fever.

“A shower would be really nice,” Daisy sighed. 

“Go! Shower, get some clean clothes, eat something that isn’t hospital food, have a walk…”  

“Okay, okay, I’m going. All of that sounds really good.” Her guilty expression as she looked to Carol prompted Jemma to lightly pull her off the cot and toward the door. Daisy gave Jemma a tired half-smile and put her laptop in her bag. 

“I’ll be back soon,” she said softly, more to Carol than Jemma. 

“Take your time!” Jemma called after her as Daisy left reluctantly. 

As much as she wanted a shower, her stomach told her food was a requirement first. She headed to the pizza shop across the street and took it to-go, eating at a picnic table with a view of the sunset over the city. One tower of Hospital Hill was dedicated to the general public, but as with most such buildings, no one suspected the other tower was reserved for the intelligence agencies, with a floor of beds specific to Shield with restricted access, even excluding those in other agencies with top security clearances. 

Still, Daisy could clock who was here for Tower One or Tower Two. She entertained herself with this game until she was done eating, then headed back to the old red-brick 1940s “factory” that held their secret base. Home.

—---------- 

Daisy didn’t remember falling asleep on top of the bed fully clothed, but she awoke, clutching a fresh T-shirt, all the same. She’d been searching for a specific pair of yoga pants before her involuntary nap had taken over, proving she was more tired than she thought. By the darkness outside, she’d been gone from the hospital longer than planned, so she wasn’t surprised when Jemma called, expecting her to ask about when Daisy was coming back. 

“I’m so sorry, I will be right there,” Daisy said as soon as she answered. “I just need a shower first.” 

“No, no. That’s not—” Jemma’s tone quieted Daisy’s embarrassment. “The doctor gave her a different painkiller, and it’s not causing the same sedation.” 

“Is she awake? Like really awake?” Of course, as soon as Daisy left her side, that would be when she regained full consciousness. Figures.

Jemma hesitated. “Gradually. There’s good news and, well, the news we expected. She is asking for you, but only as the woman who was there before. She knew you were there the whole time. She just can’t remember who you are, or any of us.”

Daisy’s world stopped. Carol didn’t remember her. They’d known this might be a possibility, even with Vin-Tak restoring her memory with the truncheon. 

“She will, though? She will. It just takes time, right?” Daisy gasped for air. “That’s what you said before. We just have to be patient. She’ll heal.”  

“Daisy, I need you to breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack, yeah?” 

Daisy nodded, forgetting Jemma couldn’t see her, but Jemma interpreted the silence correctly.

“Keep breathing with me. Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” Jemma said in her best gentle but firm doctor bedside-manner voice. “We’re going to let Carol adjust. Let her come back a little at a time. Right now, you’re going to take a shower, and then—only when you’re ready—you can come back here where you need to be. Is that all right?” 

“Okay, yes.” Daisy inhaled deeply, collecting herself. “I can do this.” 

“We can do this. You aren’t doing this alone. The whole team is here for you and Carol. Whatever you need.” 

What she needed was her wife back. She needed Carol to hold her and tell her everything was fine, but of course, that was the problem. 

Off the phone with Jemma, Daisy went through the motions of caring for her body, but the shower unleashed something in her that had been held back for days until it burst out in deep, heavy sobs. 

She struggled to catch her breath and slid down to the tile floor. With the safety and privacy of the water, she let all the grief and fear and trauma spill out through her gasps. She’d tried to hold it together for Carol, but now with it confirmed that Carol’s amnesia was still holding on, despite Vin-Tak reversing the effects of the truncheon, the tears were unstoppable. She thought of having to pretend Carol wasn’t her wife, to keep from drowning her with explanations, which would be terrifying to hear from a stranger. She realized Carol wouldn’t be able to say “I love you” back with any sincerity, no longer knowing who Daisy was to her.

Some childish part of her wanted it to be easy. That she’d walk back in the door of that hospital room and Carol would see her and instantly know. Even if it was too much to hope for that the mere sight of Daisy would bring back all of Carol’s memories, at least maybe Carol would see Daisy and instantly recognize her. Some part of her would know they were bonded for life. And still love her. 

She’d pictured a thousand ways of losing Carol. But given Daisy’s history and their shared profession, all of them assumed death. Never once did she account for having to live with a Carol who didn’t know her. But, she reminded herself, they were both alive. And Jemma was giving her hope that Carol would come back, in time. So the challenge, for however long, was clear: to start over fresh and woo her wife all over again.

Daisy sniffed and shakily stood back up in the shower. She could do this. She had survived orphanages and foster homes, homelessness and Shield training, government plots and xenophobia, space and time travel, fighting super villains and her own inner demons. Daisy Johnson, super-agent of Shield, could do anything. 

And don’t get her started on her wife’s power.

With fire in her eyes and anger at the universe fueling her determination, she packed for the hospital like she was prepping for a mission. She wore her backpack and slung her duffle bag over her shoulder, then marched out of the base and right back to Carol’s bedside.

—------------ 

Despite the (understandable) panic at learning she was missing her memories and wasn’t recognizing people she should, Carol relaxed as the familiar hot girl came back. Jemma had said the hot girl’s name was Daisy. Carol’s head hurt too much to decipher why this answer made Jemma nearly laugh and cry at the same time. Carol understood Daisy was her partner, but Jemma wouldn’t say more. She needed to remember on her own so they were sure the amnesia was fading. Jemma recounted what she knew of the battle that had landed her here but said Daisy would know more. 

Maybe it was the way Daisy looked at her, but something about this “partner” of hers both comforted her and made her heart race. 

“Hey,” Daisy smiled but it was so sad that Carol made it her personal mission to cheer her up. Something to focus on besides being a stranger to her own life.

“Hey,” Carol returned. “Jemma tells me that you’re Daisy, right? And we work together?”

“Yeah!” Daisy sat down on the cot. Carol realized Daisy must have been sleeping here, noticing the state of the room in a different way now. “Did Jemma tell you what we do for work?” 

Before Carol could answer, Daisy swiped a finger through the air and the door to the room shut gently but swiftly. 

Carol’s eyes lit up, but she played it safe. “She didn’t, but I can guess. We help people, maybe in ways that normal people can’t? Maybe ways that are considered… super?” 

Daisy smiled in earnest now. “Yeah, there are a few of us on our team with powers, but yours? Yours are on a whole other level. Do you remember them?”

Carol tilted her head and paused for a moment, taking in more of Daisy. She squinted, and let the loudest thought out of her head, as odd as it sounded in response. “Your hands are always cold.”

“Oh.” Daisy wasn’t expecting this answer and looked away, but confirmed, “You warm them up.” 

Carol fought the urge to vocalize how warm Daisy made her feel. If they had a workplace-appropriate relationship, she didn’t want to scare Daisy off or cross a line. 

“But you do a lot more than that,” Daisy continued. When she turned back to Carol, she stood and held out a hand. Carol took it and cautiously mirrored her, making sure to lean on the side of the bed. With one arm broken and the other attached to an IV, she couldn’t exactly catch herself if she fell. Up until today, she had been too loopy to know much beyond that her most basic needs were being taken care of and she didn’t have to fight their healing efforts. 

“Good,” Daisy praised at Carol’s steadiness. “But I want you to do more than stand. This might sound crazy, depending on how much you remember, but I want you to—” 

Carol knew where Daisy was going with this and levitated off the ground. Familiar warmth shot through her, and she let go of Daisy’s hand to fly as high as her IV would let her. It was like coming home to herself.

“It’s everything more recent that’s fuzzy.” Carol savored the moment but landed, close to Daisy. She watched the yellow, white, and purple light fade from her fingers. “The last thing I remember, I was on a space station that was about to explode. Did explode. But I’m guessing this is Earth, right? How did I get back?”

She looked at the window, the English on the signs around her, the 21st-century technology. 

“That was about five years ago,” Daisy sighed. Carol’s balance wobbled. “Let’s get you back into bed so you don’t fall over.”   

She was missing five years again . 

“Do you remember Agent Coulson?” 

Carol struggled to remember the name. “He was a friend of Fury’s?” 

“Yeah. He’s our boss. And my dad.” Daisy shrugged. “Adopted dad. It’s a complicated story.” 

Carol frowned. “I’ll remember it eventually, right?” 

Daisy hesitated, rubbing the swirl of a tattoo on her left ring finger. “Yeah, of course.” 

Carol’s eyelids grew heavy, and her head sank into the pillow. Using her powers drained her energy faster than she expected, but she fought the exhaustion. “Do you promise?” 

The question came out more childlike than intended, but Daisy simply brushed Carol’s hair back. “I promise.”

Carol’s last thought as she drifted off to sleep was that Daisy’s touch was as effective for her frightened mind as any medicine was for her aching body. 

—----------------- 

The next few days were focused on Carol’s physical health, with the doctors taking fervent notes on how rapidly her body was healing. And if she stumbled or lost her balance, Daisy was always there to lean on, literally, as she recovered. 

They weaned Carol off the IV, and all that was left to heal were her broken arm and missing memories. Daisy and their team answered Carol’s questions with facts or light half-answers. They were advised to let Carol’s mind heal without retraumatizing her or overwhelming her, so they did their best to hide their heartache at her confusion. 

Daisy sensed Carol had a secret of her own. Carol might not remember Daisy, but Daisy knew Carol better than anyone. It killed Daisy how Carol looked at her, but for the opposite reason Daisy expected it would. Carol didn’t look at her as a stranger but with the same spark and affection as always. It just didn’t mean what it had. 

She wore that look now, as they waited in the hospital room for the nurse to summon her for her arm X-ray. With good results, her tight, stiff Shield super-cast would be replaced by a much lighter, comfortable model. Then, home. Daisy had no idea how to proceed from here. They had gotten in a rhythm in the hospital room. Not a long-term one, but for the situation, they adapted, as they always had. Now, Daisy had to figure out how to explain to Carol that they were each other’s “partners” in every sense. 

Carol was watching her, a question on her lips. Instead of asking it, she smiled and shook her head, as if dismissing the thought entirely. 

“What?” Daisy asked. “I can tell you want to say something, and it’s okay.”

Carol moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing Daisy and cradling her cast with the other arm. Her expression flashed with a challenge. “You promise you won’t be offended?” 

“I can take it.” Daisy laughed, as amused as she was curious. 

Carol licked her lips. “Listen, I know there’s a lot of context I’m missing. So we may have been over this already. But just in case we didn’t… This is a fresh start for me, in a way. I know my memories are coming back, but it’s still made me realize that life is short, and we need to take the chance, you know? Just jump.” 

She reached out her healthy arm and Daisy took her hand. “Sorry, I’m not really following here. What are we jumping into?” 

“I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t care what Shield rules it would be breaking.” Carol took a deep breath and shrugged her good shoulder. “I’m falling in love with you. I think we’ve have been for a long time, and maybe we were just too scared to say it. And I can tell you feel the same way. You’ve been right here the whole time. Daisy, I don’t remember much of what we’ve been through as partners on this super team, but I don’t think this is what people do when they are just coworkers.”

Carol gestured to the unmade sheets on the cot Daisy was sitting on. 

Daisy’s brain caught up with Carol’s confession. Carol didn’t remember they were married and yet felt something between them. She thought it was a forbidden coworker love. Daisy tried hard not to giggle at the bittersweet irony but couldn’t help the watery smile that bloomed. 

“You’re right. I didn’t know how to tell you—” but that sentence would remain unfinished as the nurses burst in to accompany Carol to her X-ray. Daisy would wait in the room, confession unspoken that not only was their workplace romance mutual, as Carol suspected Daisy’s answer to be, but that they had sealed the deal years ago. 

The words died on Daisy’s lips as she was left alone. She exhaled and ran a hand through her hair before retrieving her laptop. She had about a dozen emails from Jemma asking about details for Carol’s homecoming, from whether they needed to make up a guest room for Carol to what kind of cake she would like. 

Daisy had a feeling that even if Carol didn’t remember they were married, she’d be very on board with sharing a room and a bed. Mission accomplished. She’d helped Carol heal and won her all over again. It wasn’t as magical as if merely the sight of Daisy had brought back Carol’s memories, but fairytale was overrated. Eventually, the amnesia would fade and, as Carol said, this was a fresh start. 

Now just to figure out how to tell her just how correct her assessment of their feelings had been…

—--------------- 

Carol held her hand still for the X-rays, but the best feeling in the world was getting to flex her fingers and roll her wrist around on the walk back to her hospital room. The doctor noticed. 

“Does that hurt at all? Any limits on your range of motion?” 

Carol considered his questions they approached her room. “It’s really sore, but that’s probably normal, right? From being in the cast and the bruises?” 

She tested it out, stretching as they walked through the doorway and Daisy noticed their entrance. 

The doctor took her arm and prodded, pressed, and gently moved her fingers and wrist around, telling her to say something as soon as she felt any pain. 

She stayed quiet. He stopped and watched her face for any cringe or hidden discomfort. “Actually feels good, like stretching when you’ve been in the same position too long.” 

“I’ll be right back.” He rushed out of the room and down the hall in the direction of the radiology lab they had just left. 

Carol and Daisy were alone again. 

“So, you were saying?” Carol prompted. Instead of answering, Daisy took Carol’s newly freed left hand and pressed a kiss to the back, then made a face. 

“Whatever they put on that does not taste good. Kinda metallic?” 

Carol sniffed it herself and laughed. “I’ll go wash it off. If the doctor comes back and says not to get it wet or they’ll have to keep me here another week, tell him I snuck out the back way.” 

Daisy laughed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t say anything but watched Carol closely as she walked to the ensuite. 

Carol noticed something that wouldn’t wash off. She held her hand up and looked closer. When had she gotten a tattoo? Well, that was obvious: during the five years her memory was missing. It was a flower on her left ring finger. Oddly specific placement. The stem and little leaves continued all the way around, with the petals in a circle on top, right where a diamond would traditionally be, shaped almost like a… daisy. 

Oh. OH. 

Carol rushed out of the bathroom and held out her left hand. She could hardly form words, just gaping at the grinning woman waiting for her to figure it out. 

“It’s you.” Carol’s heart raced as she looked to the flower tattoo and to Daisy, whose tears were pooling in her sparkling eyes. 

“Always,” Daisy promised, rushing to hold Carol close. Carol embraced her tightly and choked back her own tears of grief for the missing memories and for their love being more real than she imagined. 

Carol pulled back. “I’m sorry I can’t remember much.”

“It’s okay,” Daisy soothed. “Give it time.” 

“Why do I remember rain?” 

Daisy nodded in encouragement. “It was raining on our honeymoon on the day we got these.” 

Daisy held her own left hand up so Carol could see the treble clef that wove over the top of Daisy’s ring finger and around. 

“It’s beautiful,” Carol said in awe. “So I was right that we’d had that conversation before. But how? I want to know everything.” 

“Actually,” Daisy corrected with a flirtatious bat of her lashes, “we didn’t need that coworkers-to-lovers confession because we were pretty obvious from day one. You said the last thing you remembered was the exploding spaceship five years ago. I was on the closest ship, which became your extract team. We tripped pulling you in, and you landed right on top of me and made some joke about getting to know each other first or at least buying you a drink. And I did, and then we did…” 

“Wow, I moved in fast?” Carol raised an eyebrow. “Too fast?”  

“It was very mutual,” Daisy assured. “Two years later, you popped the question. We’d just finished a mission and were hiking back to the plane, alone with an amazing view, looking out over a valley and all these mountains.”

“Impressed with past me! Not bad. And you said yes?” 

Daisy gave Carol what she was fishing for. “Hell yes. And then a year later, we said for better or worse, in sickness and in health. Which is good because we’re not as indestructible as they all think.” 

The doctor interrupted again, this time trying to contain his excitement at her medical marvels.

“Agent Danvers, we have excellent news. Not only can you go home today, but you won’t need a new cast. No work yet, at least not in the field, and nothing too strenuous, but you seem to have healed yourself.” 

“Uhh… Thank you,” Carol stuttered out. She hadn’t expected that. She’d been cherishing these moments of freedom before being wrapped up in at least a brace.

He asked a few questions about her amnesia and took notes on his tablet. 

“I remember a lot more now.” Carol took her wife’s hand. This was the most unbelievable part of this whole week. Not the blue guy with a memory-erasing and -restoring truncheon. Not that she was on a Shield superhero team. It was that she’d not only fallen in love with Daisy twice now, but this incredible woman was her wife. That part seemed too good to be true. 

The doctor noted the intention behind Carol’s words and his lips turned up at the corner. “Good to hear. If you need to talk to someone, whether in neurology or psychology to process what you’ve been through, here’s the numbers to call for each.” He handed Carol a card, and she passed it to Daisy for safekeeping. 

They checked out and left the hospital together, ready to start their new chapter. 

—------------------ 

In the early hours of the morning a week later, Carol rolled over in their bed onto her sore shoulder and the pain jolted like a lightning bolt to her brain. The last missing pieces flooded in, and in her drowsy state, it hardly registered that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was a flashback: Vin-Tak ready to steal Daisy from her, getting there too late, the impact of the truncheon, and falling with her arm at just the wrong angle. 

She whimpered and, as a defensive reflex, curled up tightly. This woke Daisy up as Carol’s knee hit her lower back. 

“Ow.” Daisy rolled over and saw Carol’s furrowed brow and tightly shut eyes. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Daisy pulled Carol close, and after a minute, Carol panted and eventually relaxed. When her eyes opened, it was like a dark curtain lifted from her brain. 

“Daisy.” Carol said it with a clarity and recognition and awe that had been slowly fading in, now fully restored. “I’m back.” 

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #amnesia #amnesia au #marvel femslash #hurt/comfort #ficwip 5k 2023

[pleasetakethis]

The First Taste

Written for Marvel Femslash Week Day 2: Hurt and/or Kiss I tried to cover both! Enjoy! @marvelfemslashweek

@mcukinkbingo open round card fill I2: explicit consent. My card & masterlist.

Pairing: Mary Jane Watson/Felicia Hardy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.3k Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Kissing, Grinding, Oral Sex, First Time, Explicit Consent Summary: MJ settled in for a quiet night at home when an unexpected visitor crashed through an upstairs window. She steadied herself to go help Peter with whatever was going on.

Except it wasn't Peter who needed help, it was Felicia. Felicia, who had been drugged and needed direct skin-to-skin contact, apparently.

MJ never was the type to sit back while others suffered.

Read @ AO3

#marvelfemslashweek2023 #mcukinkbingo #mjfel #mj watson/felicia hardy #mj/felicia #bri writes #marvel femslash

[puzzlebean]

Thrilling Feeling - Kate/Yelena - 100 words - General

It takes Yelena a while to figure out what the feeling she always gets around Kate is.

Written for @marvelfemslashweek day 6 "crush"

#marvelfemslashweek2023 #bishlova #bishova #marvel femslash #femslash #my fic #marvel fanfiction #kate x yelena #kate bishop #yelena belova

[iammyownsaviour]

big strong woman

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157 wc, Marvel - Jessica Jones / She-Hulk, Jessica Jones/Jennifer Walters, Femslash, Established Relationship, M-rating, for @marvelfemslashweek and @marvelrarepairbingo, part 4 of Marvel Femslash Week 2023

Summary: She was always Jennifer with Jessica, that's how they both liked. Even though Jess also likes She-Hulk... Jenn was the one she loved. But sometimes, when things were getting hotter and Jessica was touching Jennifer's H spot, She-Hulk would show up.

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[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Sworn Protector

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2.8k, Jessica Jones/Trish Walker, E-rating, for @yearoftheotpevent’s May prompt “fantasy/medieval au”

Summary: Living as a ruthless bandit, Jessica doesn't work well with others. Especially princesses-to-be.

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[romkole]

wrong number au

#blackhill #maria hill #natasha romanoff #maria x natasha #martasha #marvel femslash #agents of shield #wrong number au #cobie smulders #scarlett johansson #marvel

[marvelfemslashweek]

Marvel Femslash Week 2023

Do you love femslash? Do you love Marvel? Then this is the event for you! During this fanweek you will receive 2 prompts per day to inspire your creations.

The Marvel Femslash Week is taking place 22 May - 28 May, 2023.

All Marvel femslash ships are welcome, canon or not. We also welcome reader inserts.

You can find the rest of our rules here:

Our prompts will be announced very soon! We hope you are as excited as we are. If you want to share this event, we would be super grateful!

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[palettesofrenaissance]

Mirror Images

genre: historical fiction; reincarnation au; past lives au; canon compliant word count:  3k notes: written for TPWAOPII Marvel Au series Epic™ - also posted here. this does not have to be read with the rest of the series and is a standalone, but it’d be much appreciated if the rest of the series is read too 🥺

In the 21st century, Yelena Belova infiltrates Katherine “Kate” Bishop’s apartment, cooks at her stove, and sits herself at Kate’s table. To Yelena, it feels familiar, like she’s meeting a dear loved one… But she’s to be reminded that Kate, in this life, doesn’t remember who she is.

Without taking her eyes off Yelena, Kate asks after the other says her name three times in a row, “Do you say my whole name just to point out that you know it?”

Yelena grins and is reminded of the woman Kate once was so vividly at this moment in time. “Yes. I know a lot about you, Katherine,” she begins. She knows Kate in the past as ‘Katherine’ and inevitably, just like she knows her now.

⠀⠀⠀“[𝘏𝘦𝘳] 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. ‘𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 ⠀⠀⠀𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?’ [𝘏𝘦] 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. [𝘚𝘩𝘦] 𝘤𝘢𝘯  ⠀⠀𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. ‘𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨,’ 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴. ‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.’”

There is a Russian proverb that loosely translates to: “Third time is a charm; Third time is a lucky.” It also has a synonymous proverb in American English that has been applied to the retaking of tests, of trying new experiences, and—in this alternate world—to reincarnated lives that just seem to have no luck.

It’s something assimilated by Yelena Belova who comes to believe and hoping to whatever divine, cosmic force that’s in control that it’s true that the third time is best. And after returning—after ‘dying’—when fifty percent of all living life across the universe spontaneously disintegrated, this third chances she’s been granted will lead to good fortune.

Aligning with that aforementioned Russian proverb, it’s not known that Yelena is actually older than her sister, Natasha Romanoff.

Older, if past lives are taken into account.

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[butchfemmefan]

Mended Soles

A butch/femme romance fanfic starring Kate Bishop from Marvel Comics

Summary: Kate Bishop tells herself she has been running from her past, but the truth is that she fears the future and the tides of change that comes with it. Broken down in the mysterious town of Charm, Pennsylvania, she seeks solace in a community seemingly frozen in time.

There she meets Stephanie Lee, known to her friends as Rain, a talented shoe cobbler and leather smith with a burning desire for transformation. She longs to break free from the confines of her small world and embrace the endless possibilities that lie beyond Charm's boundaries.

In a town where the lines between reality and enchantment blur, will Kate and Rain discover that embracing change can lead them to a future more beautiful than they ever imagined? Or will their fears keep them apart?

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#the butchfemmefanonverse #kate bishop #kate/rain #Rain Lee #fanfic #fanfic announcement #marvel femslash #marvel fanfiction

[skyler10fic]

Curiosity Caught the Carol

Summary:

Daisy sneaks out of the base one night to track down the superhero hottie who helped her team earlier in the day.

Note: For @isolus-girl who prompted me from a prompt meme in April and this is what eventually came of it!

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Daisy would say it wasn't like herself to defy orders, but of course, that was a lie. What made tonight different wasn't sneaking out after nightfall or going off on her own without the team's knowledge. It was the nervous fluttering in her stomach for the reason. Usually if she was going to disobey Coulson or May, it was because she was making a hard call in the field to do what was right, and she knew she could justify it to them for the sake of the mission.

Tonight, this was pure curiosity. Well, that too was a lie. It was curiosity and lust. The odd, superpowered blonde woman—who had taken out the alien threat earlier today before her team even had a chance—knew something about the Kree. She wasn't surprised to see one on Earth, and while Coulson and May chatted with her after the battle, her phone had been surprisingly easy to put a tracer on.

Daisy tracked her to a local pub that was a safe haven and hangout for Shield agents and their allies and assets. Inside, the noisy crowd made it easy to blend in but harder to pinpoint her target. Then, Daisy spotted her. The woman was at a booth with someone else, but instead of her red, gold, and blue supersuit, she was now in a Nine Inch Nails shirt with jeans and her hair in loose golden waves. She was so different, so relaxed. But still gorgeous. Daisy turned to order a drink at the bar to avoid staring, but she couldn’t help how her eyes kept floating back to a certain table. Were they on a date? Was this her partner—and if so, in what meaning of the word?

The bartender served Daisy her cocktail just as the woman spotted her in the crowd, gestured with her drink, and said something to her friend. They were clearly talking about Daisy, so Daisy turned away to pretend like she wasn’t staring. To Daisy’s surprise, the blonde woman approached her at the bar and tapped her shoulder to get her attention.

"I was hoping I'd see you again," she said, leaning casually on the wood countertop. "We didn't get a chance to officially meet earlier. I'm Carol."

“Hi. I’m Daisy.” Daisy's heart skipped a beat looking into Carol's honey eyes up close.

Ohhh, she thought to herself. She was in so much trouble, in more ways than one.

“You know,” Carol said casually, “if you wanted my number, you could have just asked.”

“Ah.” She’d been caught. “Sorry about that.”

“It was nice to know you’re as good as Coulson says you are. Man of his word.” Carol’s lips turned up in a self-confident half-smile. “My friend and I are just catching up. Want to join us?”

Daisy glanced back to where her friend was sitting patiently at their booth. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt.”

“Nah, she’s probably headed home soon anyway. Kid to pick up from the babysitter.”

Daisy saw an opening. “And you, do you have someone waiting for you at home, wherever that is?”

Carol took a sip of her beer and smirked, seeing right through Daisy’s seemingly innocent question. “Nah, I stay with my friend and her daughter when I’m in town, but I tend to go where I’m needed.”

“Yeah, I know something about that kind of life. Nothing holding you down. Just the open road—or sky, for you.” Daisy nodded. So this fellow superhero wasn’t planning on sticking around. Understandable, but a damn shame for Daisy’s instant crush on her.

Carol must have noted Daisy’s visible disappointment because her tone brightened quickly. “It can get old after a while though, you know? Coulson offered me a consulting gig with your team. Wanna come tell me more about the job? Might be a good fit.” Carol shrugged.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” Hope rekindled, Daisy followed Carol back to the table and introduced herself to Maria.

Carol asked questions about the way Shield was run these days, but Maria’s were more along the lines of interviewing Daisy herself. Finally, Maria nodded and smiled. “I like her,” she said to Carol and gathered up her things. “I have to get home to my daughter, but it was nice meeting you, Daisy.”

“You too.”

Carol blushed as Maria walked away. “Sorry, she gets a little protective of my …”

“Your…? Your work contacts? Your friendships with other people?” Daisy was fishing and she knew it, but she wanted to watch Carol blush more and bit her lip.

“My … dates?” Carol guessed. Bold.

“Dates? Is that what we’re on right now?” She gestured to the crowded, noisy bar around them with a soccer match playing overhead on a jumbo TV.

“Oh, c’mon, no,” Carol defended. “I do a lot better than this for dates, especially first dates.”

Daisy hummed in approval and leaned on the table. “Yeah, like what?”

Carol scoffed. “I can’t tell you.”

“Confidential, huh? Afraid I’ll steal your secrets and copy your moves?” Daisy raised an eyebrow and sipped from her drink.

Carol licked her lip subtly before answering. “Because it’d spoil the surprise.”

“I like surprises.” Daisy grinned.

Carol sealed the flirtation with the question Daisy was waiting for. “What do you say? I’ll accept Coulson’s offer and the next time we have a night off, I’ll show you a real first date.”

“Looking forward to it.”

They ordered another round of drinks and bonded late into the night talking about the Shield team dynamics, their work, the Kree, their powers, and all they had been through.

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Daisy’s hangover the next day was hell to fight through while training with May, but when Carol walked by with Coulson on their way to his office, it was all worth it.

May noted her glance. “You know the rules. You don’t have to tell me or him anything unless it becomes a problem. Don’t get distracted, stay on mission, and we’re all good.”

Daisy knew better than to pretend she didn’t know what May was talking about. “Got it.”

They resumed their training and by the time they were done, Carol had been assigned a room next to Daisy’s and was being evaluated by FitzSimmons in the lab for her physical capabilities and strengths as an asset, updating them from her old Shield file the last time she’d been on Earth. Being an Avenger, or at least the original inspiration for them, gave her a fast track to onboarding as she was already unofficially part of the agency.

And like Daisy, her unique mix of human biology with Kree tinkering meant they would both age just as slowly; Jemma estimated even at roughly the same pace.

They had only just met, but it was the first time in a long time that Daisy felt like someone understood all of her: Shield, superpowers, being sort-of-part-alien, being sapphic, and more.

It turned out she was right. The longer Carol stuck around and dated her and trained with her and fought by her side, the harder Daisy fell head over heels in love. Lucky for her, Carol felt exactly the same way.

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[pleasetakethis]

Give a Little

Written for Marvel Femslash Week Day 1: Fluff and/or Mission I went with fluff! Enjoy! @marvelfemslashweek

Pairing: Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova Rating: Mature Word Count: 2.8k Tags: Fluff, Anxiety, Moving In Together, Pre-Slash, Feels, Anticipation, Hurt Yelena Belova, Sleeping Together Summary: Kate returned to New York to an empty, dirty apartment after spending the holidays with Clint. With nothing else to do but clean, she started picking up the mess she'd left behind for the holidays.

When she reached her bathroom, she noticed something odd: there was another toothbrush next to hers.

Huh.

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[inlovewithfairies]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Maria Hill Additional Tags: Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, TW: Knives, Childhood Trauma, Psychological Trauma Series: Part 4 of WIP's & Drabbles Summary:

Natasha has a nightmare, Maria proves her she is not a monster

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