Author has written 8 stories for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D..
Hello! My name is Daisy, and I write as SylviaBronte. I also have an account on Archive of Our Own under the same name.
I've been writing fanfiction since the age of about 12, and over the years I have contributed to the Twilight, Glee, and Avengers fandoms. Now, my focus is solely on Agents of SHIELD and the other fics have been deleted. And thank God for that, they were dreadful.
I am notorious for going months and months without posting a new fic, and my updates can sometimes be quite late. If you can bear with me through that, then you must really be special.
I hope you enjoy my writing! x
my ghost, where'd you go
AU. At the age of seventeen, Jemma has died and been brought back to life six times. All thanks to a covert government program testing a new drug known as "Revive". Every death means a new city, a new name, and a new identity. But this time, after she moves to New Hampshire, she makes a friend. A best friend. And everything starts to change. Chapter 1 coming soon!
my family was my first bully
"Were you ever bullied in school?" / Bobbi raises an eyebrow and turns to look at Lance when he speaks. He's lying on his side, watching her and waiting for a response. She can't imagine why he's bringing something like this up now, though she knew he was probably jonesing for a pity party. / "No, I wasn't. Not in school."
After being kidnapped and experimented on, Jemma slips into a coma. Fitz writes letters to her. It's almost like a way of coping with the situation, but he'd never admit that to himself.
deep in the cell of my heart, i will feel so glad to go
It doesn't really feel the same, now that she's gone. (Suicide tw)
the sweeping insensitivity of this still lifeLance receives a call from Bobbi to inform him that Victoria Hand has been found dead, and he immediately goes to check on Isabelle.
when the wind blows"We're dying, Jemma. We're going to die." / "I know." / Nuclear war AU set in the mid-80s in an unspecified city in England.
You're less than a day old, brand new in the big wide world. Even now you feel happiest in the comfort of your mother's arms, the gentle beat of her heart when she holds you to her chest is more soothing than any lullaby. She smiles as she looks down upon you, and kisses your forehead. "Leo, my sweet little monkey." / The origin story of Leo Fitz.