For your drabble giveaway (Congrats!): "things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear"
this prompt is also related to the one @showme-love sent, which involved Jemma reading romance novels. thank you both for sending them in! Anniversary Ficlet 10/10. Rated PG-13, for sex mentions. FitzSimmons. Post-3x22, canon-compliant.
Fitz peered into the darkened secure comms room, following the voice he’d thought he’d heard from around the corner. The base was supposed to be on a low-level shutdown while they recovered from their most recent heavy losses, so no one should be using the comms equipment at all. More strangely than that, he was pretty sure now that the voice belonged to Jemma.
“… I swear, it’s never been like that before. I didn’t even know he could be so… so….” She let out a breathless little laugh, her chair squeaking as she moved. “Yes, hot. But not just on an attractiveness level – which, really Bobbi, I wish engineers had more reasons to wear suits. It wasn’t just that, though, it was….” He inched closer, careful not to make any noise louder than the sigh she made. “Exactly. The connection. That’s exactly it. And the two orgasms didn’t hurt either.” Chuckling, Jemma paused again as she listened, her head barely visible where it was silhouetted against the dimmed screens.
Whenthe challenge started, I was so happy and enthusiast about it, but I would have never imagined to be able to create in a few months such an amount of works! And since I want to keep them reunited somehow, I decided to do a little, but long, masterpost of every single thing created for Engineering vs Biochem from @thefitzsimmonsnetwork ♥
“Oh, Fitz,” Jemma breathed, dropping her carryon to the mahogany floor. “It’s perfect!”
Closing the door to their beach-adjacent cabin behind himself, Fitz had to agree. The main room was small on floor space but the furnishings were luxurious in reds and golds, and the four-poster bed was hung with mosquito netting, making the room look fit for royalty. Which Jemma might as well be, in his personal opinion. His eyes wandered from the supplied Bluetooth stereo to where Jemma was trailing her fingers over the freshly shined wooden dresser and peeking through the curtains. She let out a small squeal of excitement and hopped over to the wall-length windows.
“Fitz, the hot tub!”
Coming up behind her, he rested one hand on the small of her back as he peered through the curtains at what was, indeed, a private hot tub. The fence seemed to have hinges, probably to allow guests to open it should they wish to overlook the ocean while lounging in the steaming water. Impressed, Fitz nodded.
“Nice?” Jemma twisted up to look at him, aghast. “Nice?! That’s all you can say?!”
He tried to think of something more descriptive, but kept getting distracted by wanting to kiss her. “D’you think monkeys will play in the hot tub? Or will the chlorine chase ‘em off?”
“My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)” For the drabble thing
Whatever Leo Fitz had expected to see on the other side of his door at five in the afternoon on a Friday, it had certainly not been Jemma Simmons wearing only a bathrobe. A pink satin bathrobe that clung all too appealingly to curves that he was definitely not supposed to be admiring. A good person did not lust after their best friend, or lab partner, or neighbor. As she smiled up at him, she shifted her crossed arms just enough that there was a slight gap in the top of the robe, revealing a particularly enticing smattering of freckles.
Fitz sighed. Clearly, he was not a good person.
“Sorry to barge in on you Fitz, but could I use your shower? Mine’s knackered, and if I have my way, I’ve got a date this evening.” She gave him a cross between a cringe and a pout, raising her towel between her hands in a cute, faux-prayer. “Pretty please with pesto aioli on top?”
He rolled his eyes and threw his door wide open, making an exaggeratedly grand gesture to usher her inside. “Course you can, don’t be ridiculous.”
A recent study shows that the lights on fireflies may not be for mating purposes as previously thought. This study stated that male fireflies have a certain chemical that makes predators avoid them. The females will flash their light to attack the male, and then eat the male so that she then has the protective chemical.
We’d like to take a moment to extend a huge THANK YOU to every single fanfiction writer in the Fitzsimmons fandom!
We know that your job is not easy: churning out quality writing for free while balancing your personal lives, adapting to the quickly-changing AoS plotline while keeping everyone in character, delivering the Fitzsimmons scenarios we’re all craving - phew! What a feat of labor! We know that you usually don’t get the love you deserve for your works of art, yet you still come back and keep writing. It’s remarkable and we appreciate the hell out of you guys.
We’d like to give a special thank you to our challenge and exchange participants who always take on anything we throw at you. Word limit challenges, genre challenges - all with a deadline - and you rise to the occasion and create truly fantastic works. We’re always so impressed with the ingenuity, creativity and overwhelming generosity of this fandom when creating gifts for their fellow writers.
So, a big thank you to all the Fitzsimmons fanfiction writers, both new and old, from beginners to published writers, all who come together to provide us with excellent quality content while being so supportive of one another! We don’t know how you manage to come up with the canon compliant scenarios that you do, or how so many times we read something and think: “Wow, this could have totally happened in the show!”. We’re in awe of the complicated worlds you create in your AUs, how you manage to make every character, especially Fitz and Simmons, live entirely believable existences in totally new worlds. With the overwhelming amount of research, fact-checking, thought and care that gets put into each work, we’re pretty sure you do more than the AoS writers themselves. And how you manage to make us laugh, to make us cry - often all in one work - we just can’t take it!
We think you’re the bee’s knees, and we’re going to continue doing what we can to support you and provide as much of a community as possible to help inspire the amazing works you all create. Thank you so much for what you do. We’re forever grateful ♥