If I only could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places.1x22/S2 AU. Prepared to die for Simmons, Fitz confesses his love and gives her the oxygen canister, but with her broken arm, Simmons knows she is not going to make it to the surface. The result? Fitz hauls Simmons out of the ocean, but she’s the one left with hypoxia. Read the rest here.
AN ~ A T L O N G L A S T !!!! I hate making my golden trio fight and I hate making Simmons sad…but I also love it, because I am angst trash. I haven’t given up on It’s Okay Beautiful but I’m lacking in muse and motivation lately so I can’t make any promises about that. My main focus will probably be Dauntless for a while, but if you’re interested in my fic this is pretty much a masterpost, this is pretty much a Fitzsimmons masterpost, and you’re welcome to drop any and all prompts in my askbox anytime for when I get myself up to it.
Running Up That Hill
“The new, darker, edgier Fitz,” Skye announced. “Now with scruff and bonus brooding atmosphere.”
“I’m not brooding.” He scowled.
“There it is.” Skye gave him a wry smile and tweaked his collar again. “You still look weird without a tie but I guess it’ll do.”
Fitz put his hand over his open collar and looked himself up and down in the mirror. He reached for the blazer hanging over the chair behind him, and Skye handed it to him, making eye contact in the mirror.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked, for what he was sure was at least the fourth time today.
“I have to do something.” He wearily repeated as he pulled the blazer on. “Doing this means I stay out of Jemma’s hair, and do something useful with my time. Win-win.”
“Yeah, sure,” Skye muttered. “Until you blow your cover like an idiot and we find you hanging from some lamp post somewhere with the Hydra logo carved into your chest.”
“I really needed those nightmares. Thanks.”