Already the World Entire (1/1)

A little present for Jess @ohfiitz, who’s always a slut for childhood AUs. Happy birthday to you, one of the most unlikely and miraculous combinations of starstuff I have ever known.

Summary: Fitz and Jemma through the eye of an annoying neighbor/brother-Jemma-never-asks-for, Lance Hunter. (Or: the story of three children growing up in a world like glass, waiting for a supernova.)

A/N: Title taken from Catch a Body by Ilse Bendorf.


Across the little playground, Fitz watched the pair of them with curious eyes. Lance waited until Jemma was out of sight before marching to the boy. He crossed his arms, all imposing.

“See that girl who just left? She’s my…” Sister, his brain supplied helpfully. He rocked back and forth on his heels as if to chase away the thought. “…neighbor. She wants to be your friend and you’re blanking her.”

The boy clambered to his feet. There was something almost feverish in the way his face lit up. “She wants to be my friend? Really?”

“Yeah, why are you –”

“I’ve been testing with different designs for days,” the boy held up his paper plane, cutting Lance off, “waiting until I can make one good enough for her to notice me.”

Lance nearly burst out laughing. “Is that why you haven’t talked to her?”

“Yes, but I’m almost done now! Can you please give it to her and tell her that I want to be her friend too?”

Fitz hunkered down to give the plane a few finishing touches. He had hands like birds, Lance noted, hands that were restless and always in search of flight against the long afternoon shadows. Children like him, children with birds for hands and eyes like glass, were born homesick for the sky. Lance’s thoughts flitted to Jemma in their backyard kingdom, pointing a sextant into the night and counting arcseconds of stars. She and Fitz, they carried the same homesickness.

Lance’s expression softened. “You know what? Why don’t you give it to her yourself?”

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I have almost 3000 words of Grimmons smut and I have no idea how this happened. It is almost 6am and I haven’t slept yet. What is my life even? This is absurd. I am definitely not even done yet either.

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Originally posted by catgifcentral


Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull, and our blood boils in thirteen seconds. Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait till you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles. See if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding! 


Ships+Songs Lily & James - A Thousand Years by Boyce Avenue (cover).

“Heart beats fast, colors and promises… How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow… I have died every day, waiting for you, darlin’ don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years…
Time stands still, beauty in all she is. I will be brave, I will not let anything take away what’s standing in front of me. Every breath, every hour has come to this. And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.”