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[forbiddensoul562]

Cursed Moons Meronia Zine Sneak Peak

Well, better late than never, right? ...Right?

Here is the sneak peak of my submission for the Cursed Moons: @meroniazine! The story will be accompanied by phenomenal art provided by the absolutely lovely Ivi (Ivibugg on Insta)

This Zine is set to be published in only two days!

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Calling all readers!

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I knowwwww I already wrote a formula student AU but I feel the hand of god urging me to write another one but this time make it the edmonton oilers

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[the-nerdy-stjarna]

I know I haven’t been here in forever but this just happened and I just can’t even 😭😭😭

Thanks for all the love for this fic that’s so dear to my heart.

[eclecticmuses]

Holidate

Author: @eclecticmuses Rating: Mature Chapter: 11/11 Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Daisy Johnson, Elena Rodridguez, Alphonso Mackenzie, Daniel Sousa, Lincoln Campbell, Antoine Triplett, Robbie Reyes, Miles Lydon, Milton, Background Huntingbird, Background Mackelena, Background Daisy/Lots of People Additional Tags:  Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No SHIELD, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Fake Dating, Pining, Holidays, Light Angst, Mild Sexual Content, Happy Ending Summary: After coworkers Jemma and Fitz both have miserable Christmases with their families, they realize they have the perfect solution to the same problem they share: pretend to date on major holidays so both their families and their friends will get off their backs about them being single. But as the year goes on, they realize that their platonic setup might be producing more genuine feelings than expected. It might be a problem neither one of them can solve. AU of the Netflix movie of the same name.

Excerpt from Chapter 11:

Chapter Text

Jemma was miserable.

The weeks since Thanksgiving had all been a mess. To start, Fitz was avoiding her at work. He would only speak to her when absolutely required to complete their assigned work and stayed very quiet otherwise. Whenever she tried to engage him in conversation or attempted to ask him why he’d dumped her, he would either redirect her, say he had a headache, or flat-out ignore her. It was maddening, and Jemma’s heart sank more and more every time he dismissed more. 

Then came the day that he was pulled away to go on loan to the engineering lab downstairs, and she couldn’t help but think that Fitz had requested it on purpose. To get away from her. Because he didn’t want to see or talk to her.

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[scriboergosums]

if you're taking prompts, can you write something about fitzsimmons pregnancy scare and then they talk about having kids?

She sits on her side of the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, and watches him read the results. 

“Well,” he says with a half smile as he drops the sheet onto the wardrobe. “I guess I can’t pretend to be gaining sympathy weight anymore,” he jokes. 

Jemma smiles a little. She absolutely does not deserve him. Only he could make her laugh right now.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you.”

“And I’m sorry.”

“You’ve said. I just can’t figure out why,” Fitz says softly. “You have nothing to apologise for.”

“I’m not—I’m not apologising,” Jemma clarifies, closing her eyes for a moment. Her wet eyelashes tickle her cheeks a bit. “I’m just… I’m sorry. I mean, I’m… sad. I’m sad that….” She takes a breath. “I’m sad that I won’t know whether she would have had your nose or mine, is all,” she finishes, shrugging half heartedly.

“She?” he repeats, so quietly she almost misses it.

Jemma reaches out for him and in a second he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. She cups his face and runs her thumb along his scruffy cheek. “I don’t know,” she responds eventually. “Just… I was going off my family history. I’m the oldest, my mum’s the oldest, her mum was the oldest… It seemed like a pattern.”

“But I’m the oldest, too,” Fitz argues in mock seriousness, and she lets out a little laugh despite the fact that she would rather cry right then.

“You’re also the youngest,” she reminds him.

He rolls his eyes and turns his face to place a kiss on her palm. “Well, if you’re going to be that way,” he mutters, grinning widely when she lets out another breathless laugh. “Your genes would overpower mine regardless, boy or girl.”

“No,” Jemma shakes her head fervently, “no, I hope not. I mean, biologically speaking, brown eyes dominate blue eyes, it’s true.” He laughs, removing her hand from his face to link their fingers. “But I hope she’d have your bravery,” she continues, and Fitz instantly sobers. “And your beautiful mind. And your wonderful heart.”

“Jemma,” he says, shaking his head before bringing up her hand to kiss the back of it; he keeps his head down, so she can’t see his expression, but she feels something wet on her wrist. Sighing, he adds, “I don’t deserve you.”

She wonders, briefly, if he knows he’s said these words before. She shakes her head. He is still so wrong, so wrong, but she knows he won’t listen to her if she tries to explain. She’ll have to show him, show him how he is the only thing she is sure of.

“Will you—” She coughs, wincing when she does. Her throat feels raw, like it’s been rubbed with sandpaper. “Will you come here, Fitz?” she manages eventually.

Fitz immediately looks up, eyes shiny. “Hm?”

Jemma reaches for his hands to tug him close, suddenly feeling like the only thing that could possibly keep her from dissolving is him. He stands to his feet, awkwardly teetering next to the bed, until she starts scooting over and he realises what she’s doing. She pulls him onto the bed next to her, unable to wait for the other second it would take for him to walk around the bed to his side; he’s barely laying on his side before she slips her leg between his and holds him close. 

The stress of the unknown had made her sick to her stomach, but it’s nothing in comparison to the ache in her chest, and only when he wraps his arms around her does she feel like she can breathe again.

Fitz rubs her back gently as she tucks herself against his side and into the crook of his neck. They don’t say anything for a bit, giving her time to calm down and not feel like crying every time she opens her mouth. Her emotions are all over the place and it’s giving her a headache.

“We’ll have kids one day, right?” Jemma asks eventually. She’s not sure why she does. With everything else going on — the literal end of the world, for one — it feels strange and selfish to be thinking this. But Fitz is right: they deserve to live a life, too, don’t they?

“Yeah, of course,” Fitz agrees quickly, kissing her forehead. “Scads of them. More than you’ll know what to do with. Mack won’t have to recruit any more agents for a few generations, we’ll have so many. And then you’ll hate me for knocking you up all the time. How does that sound?”

She hums against his shoulder.

“And they’ll all be perfect, exactly like you.”

At that, she snorts and looks up at him. He’s doing a terrible job at keeping a smile on his face, but she knows he’s trying for her sake. “If I wanted them to be exactly like me, I could just clone myself. I want to have them with you, silly.”

He traces the line of her arm, his eyes gazing somewhere out of the room. “You know, Daisy — well, Skye at the time — asked me once if we were going to make the perfect kid in a dish.”

She has a million questions but only laughs. “Like a designer baby?”

“I guess?” He shrugs. “I don’t think she meant ours, necessarily but... Would be interesting. Get to pick all the genes.”

She skips the talk about the ethics of it all and goes straight to the daydream. “Blue eyes, curly hair,” Jemma says, her heart jumping when she pictures it. 

“Yeah, get rid of those, definitely—”

“No! I like those. We’d keep those.” She pokes him in the side, but he just smiles, keeping his eyes on the wall in front of them. 

“Freckles,” he adds. “A bossy attitude.”

“That’s not a gene.” She squeezes his middle until he looks down at her and she can see what she is sure is mirrored in her own eyes. Their best collaboration, growing only, at least for now, in their minds. “Luckily for me, I’m the gene expert,” Jemma tries, her voice cracking only at the end, “so you’ll just have to make them as I say.”

He grins widely.

“What?” He raises his eyebrows and then she understands, letting out an “oh” as he laughs. She sighs. “If we got to pick,” she says, moving past her embarrassment, “you’d have to be fair about it. You’re not allowed to make them all the opposite of you.”

“Fine,” he relents, “one of them could have my genes. But the others have to have yours.”

Jemma grins, snuggling back into his arms. “Good. Then at least one of them will like me.”

He stiffens. “What do you mean?” he asks, obvious alarm in his voice, and she melts at the thought of him being so affronted with someone not liking her.

“If they’re all exactly like me,” she explains, “then you’ll be their favourite person, too.”

She knows she’s got him in a corner when he doesn’t respond right away. “Uh, well—no, they’ll… Well, see, that’s not a gene, either—” He only stops talking when he realises she’s shaking with laughter against him. “We’ll work out the schematics later.”  

Jemma pulls back to look him in the eye. “Yeah?” She knows he’ll understand what she means.

He grins. “Yeah.” 

She surges up as Fitz leans down and he kisses her softly, before settling them both down in a more comfortable position. “Get some rest, Jem,” he breathes against her hair. 

She knows what she’ll dream of as she nods off, so she dreams of when those dreams will be a reality.

[sinkingsidewalks]

why do memories glow (the way real moments don't)

Chapter 5: if your part of me is gone now (do I wanna survive)

January 2008

Jemma stood outside the building, staring out across the campus. People rushed to and fro, past and around her and all over the lawn in front of her, which had a sprinkling of snow on it. It was cold, just below freezing, and she wasn’t wearing the right coat for it, she’d gone for looking fashionable and presentable over being warm, but she stood shivering, not moving.

She was done. Her four years at MIT were over. All her classes were complete, her research finished, and her dissertation defended. There was nothing to do now.

She had job offers, research offers, but it didn’t feel the same. She was twenty years old, an actual adult now instead of the teenage one she’d been pretending to be for years. If she’d stuck to the timeline she was supposed to take, if she hadn’t skipped years of school and combined university programs, she would be halfway through an undergrad, instead she had two PhDs. Her peers would be partying, working menial jobs, and skipping classes. They would be changing their major every three months, utterly uncertain of the future; Jemma didn’t feel much more solid in hers.

Getting a job was necessary, the last eighteen months had blown through every penny of her savings and she’d no longer have a visa to stay if she didn’t, but she had no idea how to choose. She’d never done it before, had never really been employed except by the university, and as much as she’d love to teach, she was far too young to command any authority in a classroom, not when her students would be her own age. She’d tried to make a pro and con list for the various positions she’d been offered and the page had stayed entirely blank, she’d come up empty.

There had been a certain ease in choosing universities, the first one close to home, then where she’d found an advisor she got along with, but she had no idea about labs or offices. She’d met with department managers, had good conversations about science and research, but she had no clue how to vet how someone would be as a manager.

Part of her was thinking about tossing a coin, or taking the highest paycheque, but even the thought of that made her uneasy. Research could be a delicate thing, and she didn’t want to end up a lab monkey for some soulless corporation. But she was also afraid of taking too long, of being too picky and having offers dry up, leaving her stranded, on a plane back to England.

She couldn’t go home. She couldn’t move back in to her parents’ house, live with the coolness between her and her mother even though she knew her Dad would welcome her with open arms, and find a job at a UK lab instead. The mere thought made her sick to her stomach. In the intervening years she’d been for Christmas, for a week of holiday in the summer, but it put a pit of something in her stomach that she couldn’t name, it made her feel unsteady, unmoored, like she was far away from herself. Or maybe like she was far away from Fitz, far away from the baby. He’d be almost two and a half and only when it was very late at night did she allow herself to wonder what he looked like.

It felt like there was a tether between them all, like they were three points, stretching a triangle into different angles as they moved through the world. The rope didn’t reach across the ocean.

She stood outside the building, watching groups of students walk, watching people laughing with their friends and others rushing into the cover of buildings, feeling cold, feeling alone.

August 2006

She was awake as midnight ticked over, watched it on her clock as the time changed, and so did the date. It had been a year. The baby would be turning one. She wondered what his parents had planned, if they were the big party type or just a small family gathering.

She’d held her son for exactly ten minutes, after he’d been cleaned off and whisked away for testing because of low oxygen levels. She’d called Fitz while she waited, it was late enough by then for him to be home, kicked out of the lab, to tell him that if he wanted to meet the baby he should come in the next few hours. Then she’d held him gently around the cannula in his nose and said goodbye.

Their adoption advisor had showed up then, she’d walked Jemma through the paperwork she had to fill out, including his birth certificate. Even though she knew his real family would change it she had to name him, which felt odd, and she was in such an exhaustive haze she’d written the only thing that had come to mind; Leopold James Fitz. She’d had the presence of mind to tack ‘Simmons’ on the end and had fallen asleep in her hospital bed for a few hours.

When she woke May was there again, guiding her into her clothes then out to the car. It was late, the streets were dark and empty and she’d felt hollow, ripped apart. Kendra was asleep when she got into the apartment and so was Fitz, passed out in her bed. She’d crawled in with him and hadn’t gotten up for a week.

Fitz and Kendra had taken turns cooking for her, leaving plates on her bedside table and taking away the dirty ones, the half-finished or picked over ones between their work and research and classes. There were times when they both lingered at the doorway, books in hand, but she could only shake her head when asked if she wanted company, even though she didn’t want to be alone either. She felt alone, even when they were there. Her own work went untouched, but May didn’t bother her for progress, had only showed up once to drop off a peri bottle and cabbage leaves without a word. Jemma still didn’t know who took over her teaching assistants duties.

Eight days later she’d hauled herself into the shower and stood there for over an hour as the dried blood and leaked breast milk and hospital smell ran down the drain. She washed her hair twice, ran the hot water for the whole building dry, and only then, once the water dwindled to lukewarm did she emerge.

She was passed it now, or as passed it as she could be. Somewhere in Connecticut it was a little boy’s first birthday, but that boy wasn’t her son, he never had been.

She wondered what Fitz was doing, if he was aware enough to know what the date was or if he was so buried in his research he’d lost all concept of time, of reality. She knew he’d remember the significance if he remembered the date, but that was always a toss-up with him. It had been weeks since she’d talked to him, maybe even months, she could hardly remember.

There had been one late night phone call, where he’d been exhausted and delirious, talking about an issue that had come up with his thesis, but she’d been just as tired and overworked it was impossible to remember what day that had been, what week, when every hour bled into the next. She was fairly certain he’d called her by accident, by reflex, because she was the person he was used to talking to when he had an issue and vice versa, because she wasn’t sure if they were friends anymore.

It had seemed possible, at the end of her pregnancy, that they could get through it, but the more time went on the harder it was to pretend that everything was normal. The summer ended, a new school year started, Fitz was locked up in the lab and Jemma started a new TA job. They didn’t speak for days, then weeks, then a month, then two.

She had no doubt that if she needed him, that if she called him, for anything, he would come running, without a second of doubt or hesitation, but she had no reason to call him. They crossed paths on campus, they hung out with mutual friends, but she didn’t feel like she could read his mind anymore, didn’t know his every thought and feeling by the quirk of his eyebrow. She knew he would never disappear entirely, that she’d never lose track of him, that he’d never leave her life entirely, but they would continue to orbit around each other, binary stars pulled towards the barycenter of a child they didn’t know.

She rolled over in her bed, made her body relax piece by piece and counted her breathing, trying to get to sleep, even though she knew she couldn’t.

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[forbiddensoul562]

This week's Twitter mini fic. I hope you enjoy!

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First poll! Fittingly, it’s about adapting fanfic!

Fitzsimmons fans, AOS fans, and Marvel fans, get on in here!

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after spending a week grasping for a casual nickname for the recent prompt fill fic I have determined to henceforth know it as moomin mugfic or mugfic for short so in all further discussion it will only be referred to as such

[bookishandbossy]

A Practical Proposal

Many moons ago I said I was going to write a series of historical AUs with different pairings for each decade of the 20th century and now maybe I’m actually doing it? So here’s Edwardian marriage of convenience FS...

Leo Fitz proposed to Jemma Simmons a few years into the new century. They were sitting next to a potted plant at a ball, angled in such a way as to be virtually invisible from most vantage points, and rather glumly regarding the plate of substandard petit-fours and cups of weak punch they had managed to pilfer from the refreshment table. After nearly ten years, they had perfected their ball routine. She was rapidly approaching spinsterdom and best known for sitting through the weddings of all four of her younger sisters with a smile that truly seemed genuine. He was a third son who had had the misfortune to neither go into the army or the clergy and had instead made a tidy fortune in trade substantial enough to lease a town home but not nearly appealing enough to attract any eligible debutantes. Both of them were intimately acquainted with the sidelines and so it had been the most natural thing in the world for them to throw their lot in with each other.

“Considering how very much on the shelf I am, you would think that I could leave off wearing quite so many ruffles,” Jemma said, tugging unhappily at the three layers of cream ruffles edging the bottom of her dress. She had caught one on the carriage door on purpose on the way here but unfortunately, her mother had commandeered a lady's maid to fix it immediately. She had thought a torn ruffle would be enough to get her out of at least three dances with gentlemen who owed her brothers-in-law a favor. (It was all terribly well intentioned and somehow that made it worse.)

“I think you look nice,” Fitz said loyally around a mouthful of petit-four.

“The ruffles aren't ideal,” he added when she cast a skeptical look his way. “But they're not terrible. Could be worse—it could have been feathers, like that time at the Xavier ball.”

They both shivered in remembered horror.

“One more season ought to do it, do you think? For me to retire from all of this,” she explained, waving one hand in a motion that encompassed her unfortunate ruffles, her empty dance card, and the plant fronds currently threatening to undo her coiffure. “Of course, I'll have to ask my father for an allowance and he'll be dreadfully stingy and I'll likely be banished to some drafty country manor where I'll have to make friends with cows but it must be better than sitting here trussed up like a prize goose hearing people be sympathetic about my plight. Why is it that men always get to be confirmed bachelors and set up comfortable establishments while women are shunted off to the countryside to be companions to the most convenient elderly relative?”

“ You're welcome to co-opt my comfortable establishment any time. Although I'm not sure my parlor could fit any more suffragist banners.” He paused a moment, considering. “My drawing room, however, certainly could.”

Jemma sighed. “I know and I do appreciate it. I just...I'm not sure whether to look forward to settling firmly into spinsterhood or to dread it. I don't know if I would have liked marriage but it might have nice to have had someone else to face all of this with.”

“Then marry me.”

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[angry-slytherin]

sweet snowflake❄️

Fitz wraps his arms around Jemma’s waist, and leans his head on her shoulder.

“Your jumper is soft,” he says, his chin bone moving up and down on her deltoid. Jemma sighs contentedly, closing her eyes.

“It’s cashmere. Remember, it’s the one I got on our-“

“-trip to-“

“-yes! Oh it was nice there.”

“It was. The museum was lovely,” Jemma muses, pressing her body into her husband’s.

“It was boring,” Fitz scoffs. He squeezes her torso lightly.

“Just because you don’t have an appreciation for the historical relevance of-“

“The historical relevance? That place was a bloody snore fest, and I stand by that, Simmons.”

“That’s Doctor Simmons to you,” Jemma teases.

“Ohhh yeah. Doctor Doctor Doctor Simmons apparently now has her third PhD in history. History of what? History of museums?” Fitz grins, his slightly laughter vibrating Jemma’s shoulder.

“Stop it!” Jemma giggles, grinning afterwards.

“No, she can’t stop talking about it. She’s given up biochemistry. She’s even given up her partner’s area of engineering, she just loves history now, actually-“

“Oh Fitz, stop,” Jemma complains, but she’s laughing underneath.

“-the way the rocks- eh that’s archaeology. Maybe she’ll get a fourth degree. In archaeology,” Fitz laughs heartily, and so does Jemma.

As their laughter dies down, and they relax into each other, Fitz kisses Jemma’s neck.

“You’re tickling me with your stubble,” Jemma says, giggling. Fitz shushes her, and they go silent; rocking each other, and staring out the snowy window.

“I love you,” Jemma declares.

“Love you too,” Fitz mumbles into her neck, his breath hot on her cold skin. “Think we’ll freeze if we go out there?”

“Why would go out there if we’ve got a perfectly nice house with heat right here? In fact, we’re standing in it.”

“Jemma, you love adventure. We can go out in the snow. Frolick or something,” Fitz pushes on.

“Well look at you, all adventurous and willing to be cold. What has happened to my husband?” Jemma reaches a hand up behind her head to press against his forehead, “Are you feeling alright?”

Fitz scoffs affrontedly, “It’s your fault, you mad woman. If I didn’t love you so much, I wouldn’t be suggesting we frolick,” Fitz exclaims. Jemma leans her weight against him.

“I’m tired,” she closed her eyes again. Jemma feels Fitz’s hands dissapear from her waist, and suddenly he’s scooping her up into his arms.

“Leo Fitz! Put me down!” She shrieks giddily.

“Nah, I’ve just got to show you I can hold you up. And we’re adventuring Doctor Simmons. In the name of science.” Fitz places her down, but only to drag her along to grab their winter clothing. Jemma slips an extra scarf around Fitz’s neck.

“You look like a snowman all bundled up. Very handsome; cozy,” Jemma winks saucily, and Fitz brings his mouth to hers.

“Snow adventure. Stay on task, Jemma.”

“Right. Aye-aye captain,” she mock salutes him. Fitz shakes his head.

“This is a partnership. You’re co-captain.”

“Right, so as co-captain, I say we should adventure onwards.”

“Allons-y.”

Jemma and Fitz hug for warmth, and brave the cold together.

[im-a-lonelyheart]

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

[the-nerdy-stjarna]

Hello @hauntingofbimanor​,

It’s me! Your FitzSimmons Secret Santa. I really hope you enjoy your gift. I had fun writing it :) 

Big thank you to @dilkirani​ for the beta.

Little ugly banner by me :) 

Little Ugly Christmas Tree

Summary: 4 Christmases spent on Zephyr One (and one not)

Sneak Peek from Chapter 1 (After Jemma is rescued from Maveth)

Fitz stirred when Jemma placed her hand on his knee and rested her head against his body, trying to feel safe, trying to feel whole, trying to feel home. She knew right away that she had woken him, even before he placed his arm on her shoulder for comfort.

She sat up, looking at him with guilt—not just because she was causing him to miss sleep he clearly needed, but also because—

But he smiled at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and a comfortable warmth settled in her stomach, almost pushing the guilt aside.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly.

One corner of her mouth ticked up into an acknowledging half-smile. She shrugged, not quite daring to meet his eyes. “There’s just so much going through my mind.”

“Want to talk about it?” he replied, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Jemma sighed. “I don’t even know where to begin?”

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[eclecticmuses]

The Past That Stands Between Us

Author: @eclecticmuses Rating: Mature Chapter: 14/20 Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Daisy Johnson, Alistair Fitz, Alphonso ‘Mack’ Mackenzie, Elena Rodriguez, Holden Radcliffe, Leo Fitz’s Mother, Daniel Sousa, Enoch, AIDA (mentioned) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Drama & Romance, Fluff & Angst, Doubt, Secrets, Manipulation, Mild Sexual Content, Angst With a Happy Ending, Background Daisy/Sousa Summary: When Jemma Simmons meets famed scientist and inventor Leo Fitz at a trade conference in New York City, she thinks she’s found the man of her dreams. A whirlwind romance and elopement ensues, but once she settles into her new home with Fitz in London, she realizes that not everything is as it appears. It seems that no one—not even Fitz—has let go of the memory of his beautiful, popular first wife, who died tragically in an accident just one year prior. As Jemma sinks deeper into a web of doubt and criticism, she begins to question her place in Fitz’s life—and the secrets he’s keeping from her. An AU of the classic novel Rebecca.

Excerpt from Chapter 14:

Jemma carefully made her way upstairs to the second floor, holding a full glass of red wine. Fitz was holed up in his office working again, as was his habit now, but since his comment regarding her trying to turn him into an alcoholic, she’d laid off bringing him hard liquor. She’d mostly sworn off bringing him drinks at all, but he’d looked particularly annoyed tonight, the worst he’d looked yet, so she thought one glass of wine couldn’t hurt. Even if he wouldn’t talk to her, perhaps the drink might soothe his nerves a bit.

As she reached the landing at the top of the stairs, she could hear Fitz’s voice coming from behind the closed door to his office.

“Yes, yes,” he was saying, his tone agitated, “I’ve read the report a thousand times already. And I know what it says—it was stealing, plain and simple.”

Jemma stopped just outside the door, frowning. He was obviously on the phone with someone. She wondered who exactly he was talking to, and what about. If someone was stealing from the company, it had to be very serious.

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