#and THEN i launched into telling his dog oliver how much his dad hates me

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i ordered kfc as a surprise for @mrghostrat since he’s not feeling v well but accidentally ordered a spicy wrap by mistake… do u think i’ve heard the end of it??? absolutely not tphptthp

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Fitzsimmons Family Headcanons in case canon fails me

And before they destroy them. Buckle up.

(I wrote this in less than an hour and english is not my first language, sooo sorry for any mistakes)

Edit: I re-posted it because it wasn’t showing up in the tags. sorry.

Enjoy! (Gift credit: X)

They finally decide to retire to their cottage.

Daisy and May lived with them for a while but at different times. Daisy around the time their first kid was born and May when the youngest was a kid already.

May and Daisy totally live together in the USA.

Fitzsimmons started a biomedical company, they make prostetics and medical supplies. They fund small researchers and become relatively known in the medical field (under aliases of course). They run their company from their home as much as they can.

Deke got bored of his company, so he eventually fused it with FS’s, he has enough money to travel around the world and be whatever he wants. Once was a TV chef, and he got bored and became a travel blogger, then launched a clothing line so it goes…

Tried to convince the team to turn their story into a broadway musical. They all said no. He brings it up everytime they are all together (you never know)

Fitzsimmons have three kids, they were all planned ;) of course

Daisy teases Fitz about how the three of them look like Jemma. “You are adopted”. the son is the only one who kinda looks like him. Fitz doesn’ t mind.

After the kids go their own ways they leave together again.

Have their own quinjet in case of emergencies, they say. Let’s be honest after years of flying with SHIELD, commercial flights lost their charm.

Look retired Fitzsimmons would be that kind of couple who travels the world together (properly this time), they say the quinjet is to visit their friends and Family around the world but would randomly send pictures of them in front of a famous landmark.

Mackenzie Skye Fitzsimmons (Daisy calls her Kye) (Born around 2021) (Quarantine baby) or (Timetravel baby)

They never asked Deke about their daughter’s name in the original timeline, but once they told him, judging by his reaction they knew it was this. (but in the lighthouse timeline her nickname was Kenzie)

Fitz was really adamant on this name, Jemma thought it was cute and a great way to honor their best friends, but years later he told the kid:

“you were named after two of the bravest persons I’ve ever met”.

Jemma just stared into the space as it dawned on her that her husband was really an idiot.

He winked at her and she forgave him. Eventually.

When she was a toddler Fitzsimmons moved back to the city and left their cottage, they wanted their daughter to have the best education and also didn’t want to wake her up early because the closest school was still an hour away.

Around that time Daisy found Bobbi, they met up, and Bobbi introduced her to her baby son Owen. 

“oh my god. I need to call Fitzsimmons” 

“what” 

“shhhh. wait, it’s connecting... Hey guys! Look who is here! Bobbi and her baby Owen Shaw” 

Fitz spits his tea all over his phone. Bobbi doesn’t know what’s going on, and they eventually explain it to her, well, after Daisy stops laughing and Fitz stops coughing.

Bobbi and Hunter had changed names and moved to England. After learning that Fitzsimmons live nearby, they make plans to see each other as much as they can. Look this is my headcanon AU so Fitzsimmons offer them positions in their company, Bobbi in the lab and Hunter in a made up security position that doesn’t fit his nametag. 

Some weekends Fitz and Hunter take the babies to the park together, while Jemma and Bobbi work or hang out together. One day kye and Owen were playing and Owen proudly declared he was going to be an astronaut. Fitz was like “you and your son are the bane of my existence”.

The kids become best friends. Duh 

BUT this is Bobbi and Hunter we are talking about, they’re nomads so they eventually move out around Europe and America, when the kid started high school they agreed to stay in one place.

Anyways,

Amazing kid, took a while for her parents to figure out the whole parenting thing but she was so great, as long as things went her way.

Fitz can’t say no to her. A dog? We’ll manage. Ice cream for breakfast? c’mon you know how convincing she can be. 

She is a really calm kid, well behaved. Responsible older sister, mom friend, but messy af. “look mom, I have a system and I know where everything is”.

Nicest kid you’ll ever meet, but if you mess with her siblings be careful, you never know if you will find trash in your backpack.

She is an MD. Eventually, her parents moved back to the countryside but she stayed in the city with her sister to finish her education.

Makes friends everywhere she goes.

She and Owen started dating in their teens but were on and off several times, they even briefly dated other people because one of them would get scared of things becoming too serious (even more when they learned that Uncle Deke was genetically their son). 

In their late twenties they decided to get married as a compromise to stay together and work things out, after all, some things are inevitable.

They had two kids: Daniel Shaw (Deke, but They wanted him to be his own person so they changed the name), Gabrielle Shaw (Born as Oliver Shaw)

Owen worked for a while for SWORD. Eventually decide to move to Germany to work as researchers.

Margaret Abigail Fitzsimmons (Maggie) (Born 2025)

The odd one. Grew up to be a successful artist. Really independent as a child, could play hours by herself or caually chill around her parents or her brother’s crib.

Despite being the only one in her family who isn’t into science, she loves doing experiments all the time, in the name of aesthetic. One time turned the dog blue. There’s a fire extinguisher in the living room just because of her. Banned from her parents’ lab “Pretty colors can go boom”. Aparently.

After being constantly told she is diferent from the rest of her family, she feels happy when someone tells her she looks like her mom. She scoffs but she doesn’t really mind.

Acts though but is a softie, vegan, activist, animal lover. Loves to tease everyone, prankster, makes fun of her mom but it’s the first person she thinks of when something troubles her. Late night calls are not unheard of.

Can’t commit to a single hobby. Photography, cooking, volunteer work... name something, and she has probably already tried it.

Really close to Deke, sometimes travels with him. They are kindred spirits. Feel like only them understand the need to explore and try new things.

She grew up to resent shield. Look she loves what her parents and their friends did, but hates how it affected them. Forgive and forget? in this economy?? 

Lives in Paris by herself but somehow always manages to get everyone to come to her art exhibits. You won’t be able to stop her once she sets her mind to something. Stubborn as her dad.

Doesn’t want kids, maybe one day if she feels ready she will adopt but she is happy as an aunt.

Matthew Phillip Fitzsimmons (Matthew) (Born 2030)

Ray of sunshine, Momma’s boy. He loves it when his parents take him to their lab. Ever since he could walk he is always following his sisters around, if they are up to something he is the first one to know. They love to tease him, but he has enough blackmail material to get them to shut up. He would never use it tho.

Computer genius. He has his own video game company. Launched his first video game at 16. Fitz is mildly offended he sees the Framework code as “old stuff”.

He is a sweetheart, adores his parents and calls them every single day. He met his wife in college and has been happy ever since. It was fast and passionate, they got married within a year and a few years later they had a baby. 

Truly an example of living fast. 

Melissa Fitzsimmons (his daughter) a sweetheart, may is her godmother. (The babies’ baby’s baby, i cry). The cousins are thick as thieves. 

May loves the kid, “age is making you softer”, Daisy tells her and laughs, May’s glare while holding a baby is too much for her.

Emma Johnson (born 2029) (the honorary fourth kid)

Daisy’s daughter. Jemma cried when she told her the baby’s name. She wanted May and Jemma in the delivering room with her. 

I can see Daisy being a badass single mother but I also see her finding love, I haven’t made up my mind but I think she will be loved either way.

Only child, so loves to hang out with the FS kids.

She and Matthew are best friends since they were little, even having video calls when they couldn’t see each other in person.

Fitz and Daisy had a bet on whether they would get together, but it was called off when it became apparent Emma wasn’t interested in men altogether. She was the first woman in his wedding.

The “Quake” legacy was too much for her so she decided to focus in something different. Currently works as an architect and on her spare time works as a freelance illustrator.

All I can imagine is a scene where the are all together in a field (probably the same one where they buried Coulson and Loop!Fitz) May, Fitzsimmons and Daisy. They try to meet up there at least once a year to chat and reminisce about old times, sometimes with Deke, Mack and Elena (and their twin boys) or just them. 

Their kids are playing while their parents watch, but May’s watching them, with their backs to her they almost look like the kids she met in the bus all those years ago. Coulson would’ve been so proud, this is the future we were fighting for all along, she thinks.

“You did good”.

Daisy turns around with a soft smile on her face and says “yes, we did.”

The end

[wingsofmelete]

I was twelve when the Society started openly killing people.

I still remember the day we came to school and saw the body. It was displayed carefully on the front gate, swinging harmlessly against the metal bars of what would soon become our prison.

“Don’t look!” My Dad shouted as soon as he realised what it was, grabbing both me and Melissa and roughly turning us around – but not before I had caught a glimpse of the horrible bloated face; or the wide, unseeing, glassy violet eyes.

“Readers,” I remember whispering at the time. “They’re killing Readers.”

Melissa went white under her olive skin and gripped her book tightly.

Dad floored the accelerator and shoved hard at the wheel, screeching away from the school and back down the road.

“No,” he practically snarled. “I’ll be damned if my girls go there!”

Of course, he had no choice.

The very next day, he took both Melissa and I aside and crouched down in front of us. Melissa’s older brother, Sebastian, sat off quietly to the side.

“I want you to promise me you’ll take care of each other,” he said quietly. “You have to go back. To school.”

Melissa was pale and trembling, but there was a stubborn look in her eyes as she squared her shoulders determinedly under her denim jacket.

“Why?” I burst out, not nearly as composed as my best friend. “Why do we have to go back? They’re killing Readers!”

“I know.” Dad said solemnly, taking my chin in his rough hands and looking squarely into my eyes. “I know. But you have to go.” He hesitated.

“What?” I snapped, my twelve-year-old mind in no mood for playing games. “What’s the matter?”

“If you don’t go, they’re going to take you away from me,” Dad admitted in a soft voice. “They’re already rounding up kids who won’t go to school and shipping them out. I can’t…” his voice broke slightly, and I reached out hastily to pat him on the head (well, I tried to. His head was too high for me, so I ended up settling on his shoulder.

“It’ll be all right,” I told him. That’s what he always told me when things were bad, and I felt as though someone needed to tell him that. “I promise,” I added – just like he always did.

Dad managed to crack a smile.

“Here, Lissa,” he stood up and pulled something out of his pocket. “These are for you.”

Melissa eyed the small, brown box that would soon become her world suspiciously, taking it from his hand.

“What are they?”

“Contact lenses,” he said, voice reassuring. “They’ll change the colour of your eyes.”

“Why?” Melissa tentatively opened the small box and stared at the twin lenses with weary fascination.

“Because Isa was right. They’re killing Readers.”

Melissa clutched at the box convulsively as she stared at him.

“Why?” I said, unable to get the (glassy, staring, dead) eyes out of my head. “Why? Why? Why?” I suddenly shouted, fighting the urge to be sick. “Why would they kill people like Lissa?”

“Because they are afraid.” Dad grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a crushing hug.

Sebastian watched us all impassively.

“I don’t want to die,” Melissa said softly, swallowing.

“You won’t.”

I almost jumped as the familiar-yet-unfamiliar voice invaded the sudden silence. Sebastian barely spoke around me; I got the distinct impression that he didn’t like me. That was fine – I didn’t like him, either.

“You won’t die, because I won’t let you.” Sebastian stared at his little sister with grave eyes. “I won’t let them get you.”

Melissa nodded, lip trembling as she stared at him.

Then she gave a small cry and launched her lithe body into his arms, hugging him so hard around the neck that his eyes bulged slightly.

“We’ll protect you,” Dad added softly, for my benefit. “Okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded.

And so we went back to school.

It was deathly quiet during the day, with the teacher’s afraid to raise their voices. Some of the kids tried to be normal, but the stink of the rotting body that was still strung up on the front gate – no one had been brave enough to take it down – made it impossible to keep up the act for the long.

During our break times, Sebastian stuck to us like a dark, comforting shadow. If someone approached us, he’d growl and bare his teeth like an attack dog.

No one bothered us after that.

Melissa found the new contact lenses itchy and uncomfortable, but the only time she dared to take them off was when she was at my place.

“They sting my eyes and make me want to cry,” she admitted to me one after a particularly trying day. A member of the Society had come – once again – to oversee the education that we were getting. We had spent most of the day avoiding her, with Melissa not taking her eyes (her beautiful, lovely, large eyes) from her shoes.

“Then they don’t fit right,” I said.

“I know, but I already told your Dad. He said that it’s too dangerous to try and get another pair.”

I licked my lips nervously and nodded.

It took a while to realise what was happening – almost a year, in fact. At the time, the only people I really cared about were my Dad and Melissa. Sebastian was thrown in by default – if Lissa’s brother got hurt, she would be hurt.

That was unacceptable.

So when Dad stayed up late, listening to the news, I was always trying to distract my best friend.

What I eventually pieced together was this: a key member of the group that called themselves ‘The Society of Revealing Light’ had been elected as Prime Minister of Australia – and had then proceeded – though careful, subtle subterfuge – to take over the government. Over the course of almost ten years, seemingly inconsequential laws and bills had been passed.

The Society slowly but surely began to gain more power.

By the time anyone had bothered to connect the dots, it was already too late.

People had fought back against the sudden onslaught of arrests and murders; of course they had. They were Australians. By then, though, The Society had already controlled most of the police force and military; any rebellion had been quickly crushed with ruthless efficiency.

The Society preached that there was only One True Way; that Readers – people who drew mesmerising power from books – were agents of the Archfiend, and must be burnt at the stake. That some people were ‘above’ others, that those who chose the Way were ‘pure’ and that those who did not were considered ‘lesser beings’.

Of course, it was okay to kill lesser beings. They didn’t qualify at humans, after all.

Agents of the Society – called Priestesses, since they were almost always female – were sent out to almost every corner of Australia with one message: kill anyone who stood against the Society.

What followed was a bloodbath of historic proportions.

Since my family had lived in a small, well off part of the Blue Mountains, things weren’t as bad for us as it was for the people in the larger cities. It’s said that the streets of Sydney flooded with blood, and that the body count in Melbourne reached so high that they had had to stack the bodies in the gutters.

Perth was turned into a ghost-town.

Only three people were killed in my town – three courageous, tragic people – who had protested when members of The Society came to collect and kill the most powerful Reader we had.

They were slaughtered and strung up around town.

No one protested much after that.

“Do you think people still remember what I am?” Melissa whispered one day after class, just before Dad came to pick us up. It had been almost

“What?” I hissed back, eyeing the rest of the school’s population wearily. They all bunched together uneasily, like they could sense something was amiss with us.

The final bell rang – the one for older kids – and Sebastian tore out of the classroom with his jacket still half done-up and his bag held in one hand.

“Hey,” he puffed quietly as he came to a stop in front of us.

“Hey,” Melissa beamed at her older brother, while I just watched on impassively.

I had never liked Sebastian, strange as it may seem. He made me uncomfortable to be around; maybe it was the way he dressed. Always in black – never a hint of colour, from his heavy jacket to his scruffy sneakers. Ironically, his hair was a pure, startling white that seemed to burn at my eyes every time I looked at it. Or maybe it was his height – I hated how he towered over me, even though he was only fifteen; just three years older.

The only reason we even communicated – infrequently as that may have been – was because of our mutual love for Melissa. He adored his little sister almost as much as I did.

So I just watched impassively and silently begged my Dad to hurry up.

“So? Do you?” Melissa said once she turned back to me.

“Do I what?” I asked blankly, my mind still focusing on the hostiles around us.

“Think that they remember that I’m a Read –”

Sebastian grabbed his sister and shoved his hand in front of her face, so that her words were cut off abruptly.

I had never seen him so furious.

Or so terrified.

“Never,” he hissed, voice shaking, “Ever say that again. Okay?” his eyes darted wildly around, like he was frightened that someone had heard our whispered conversation.

Perhaps he was right to be worried. Already, people were giving us strange looks.

“Idiot!” I slapped Sebastian’s hand away from my best friend. “Calm down! You’re just drawing more attention to yourself, nitwit!”

Sebastian glowered at me, black eyes burning, but he reluctantly nodded.

“Okay,” he said, allowing me to draw Melissa away from him with inscrutable eyes.

“You brother is a psycho,” I muttered as I scanned around for Dad’s car.

“Isa…” Melissa sighed.

“What? He is!” I turned to glare at him. He was watching us, of course – making sure that I didn’t get Melissa into any trouble, most likely. “His hair makes him look like a demon.”

“Isa!” She cried, horrified. Fat tears welled up in her eyes. “Please don’t talk like that. He’s my brother! I can’t understand why you don’t like him.”

I nodded, guilt already clawing at my stomach. It wasn’t just hurting Melissa – if the wrong person had heard my comment, they might just have dragged Sebastian off to the Priestess for no other reason than to claim he was a demon.

He could have been killed because of my petty rivalry.

Dad’s broken-down black car came slowly into the school parking lot – past the newly-barbed fence that still held the bones of the Reader. The body had long-ago decomposed away, and the bones had been individually attached to the gate. Now, it looked like some hellish apparition of a horror movie; sometimes, I just stared at it as we drove (despite the many warnings of Dad and Sebastian) thinking: this couldn’t be real.

“Get in,” he said tersely, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles.

We all obeyed instantly, Sebastian grabbing my bag when I fumbled with it and shoving it into the back with almost no hesitation.

Around us, people were doing the same thing; it had become common practice for the school to be deserted in under five minutes.

“What’s going on?” Sebastian demanded as soon as we were out of sight of the school. “What’s the matter?”

“As soon as we get home, grab the shovel,” Dad said without taking his eyes from the road. “You’re going to help me dig.”

Silence filled the car as we all turned to stare at him.

“Y-you haven’t – ah – k-killed someone, have you?” Melissa asked tentatively, instinctively cringing.

“What?” Dad was startled enough to turn to glare at her. “Of course not!”

“Okay, then,” Melissa said in a small voice.

We all lived in a small cabin in the Blue Mountains, as far away from the town as possible. The road was all dirt, and every once in a while a tree fell down and blocked us off from civilisation.

I loved it.

When we pulled into our house – a lovely construction of wood that blended in perfectly with the surrounding trees – Dad slammed on the brakes and hopped out, Sebastian not far behind him.

Then they started to dig the room that would, one day, serve as Melissa’s crypt.