@ready-to-kick-some-ass prompted me to write a â FitzHunter roommate AU, where one of them is sleepwalkingâ... and I forgot about the roommates part until after I wrote this. At least they are the dating kind of roommates?Â
Life doesnât prepare you for certain things, Lance Hunter finds out. Among those, there is the experience of waking up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and instead run into your boyfriend sitting down creepily in a chair just outside your bedroom.
When he woke up and saw that Fitz wasnât in the bed with him, Hunter wasnât surprised. Fitz has a big presentation coming up, and has been spending more and more time in the workshop and honing his speech- Hunter thinks itâs so polished that it shines, but saying so always earns him a killing glare from Fitz, so he keeps his mouth shut. Itâs not unusual for Hunter to go to bed alone and wake up alone too, and though itâs a bit disheartening, he understands. The pros and cons of dating a certified genius, he likes to think.
Now, Fitz sitting just outside the bedroom, just sitting with his eyes fixed on the door, that is new. Hunter looks at him, waits for an explanation of any kind while he scratches his belly, and when itâs obvious that he will be getting none, he places a gentle hand on top of Fitzâs forearm.
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AN ~ a fic literally years in the posting (oops) has finally finished and bi!Fitz has finally cocooned through his journey and is ready to come out; and who better to hear it first than his long-time best friend, fellow queer, & potential partner, Jemma Simmons!
*note: I have left the endgame ship(s) of this fic deliberately ambiguous. I invite you to ship whoever you want; follow it through to its canon conclusion or keep FS platonic, I do not mind (hello, I love both options so much I couldnât finish the fic for literal years!), but thereâs been a lot of tagging/shipping discourse up in here lately and Iâm not here for it, so: this fic doesnât âbelongâ to any ship. It belongs to bi!Fitz, no matter who he ends up with <3
and now, without further ado:
Rshps: platonic (or pre-rshp) FS with mentions of romantic FitzSimmons, FitzMack, FitzHunter, FitzSkye, Skimmons, and Simmorse.
Rated: T for mild sexual references & innuendo. Fluff (with a few angsty moments, but I promise I make up for them :P)
for Anon prompt, and @meanderings0ul who I think might enjoy it, based on a recent prompt of theirs as well :)
bi!Fitz comes out to bi! (or pan) Jemma
Changing Stripes
âSo whatâs going on with you?â
âHow dâyou mean?â
Fitz looked over his shoulder, back at Jemma who was lying on the couch. She put a piece of popcorn into her mouth, shrugged, and repeated the question.
âYou know. I was away for months, Fitz. It must have been awful, but I donât expect you to have been thinking about me the entire time. You must have done something. Learnt something. Bought a shirt? Watched a movie? I donât know. Something.â
âYeah, nothing much,â Fitz replied with a shrug of his own. He reached for the bowl of popcorn, and Jemma slid it out of his reach with a firm glare.
âLeopold James Fitz,â she breathed. âFirst: I was stuck on a desert planet, mostly alone, and it was permanently night time. For six months. You donât even know what doing nothing is. And second: please get dramatic about something? I need the gossip.â
I need to know you didnât spend the entire six months thinking about nothing but me, was what she wanted to say, but their relationship still wasnât quite what it had once been; still wasnât quite sure exactly what it was. She had to be careful with it. But she also wanted to let her friend know â because thatâs what he still was, no matter what else happened â that she cared about him. She missed him. That, at least, he seemed to get, as he gestured for her to sit up and came to sit up beside her, rather than in front of her on the floor.
âSomething did happen, actually,â he confessed. There was a little sparkle in his eye, but a nervous energy to the way that he moved, the combination of which piqued Jemmaâs curiosity. Seeing the words on the tip of his tongue, she held out the popcorn bowl, and he downed a handful as one might drink a shot before revealing big news. He took a deep breath.
âI came out,â he declared. âWell â I guess I didnât, technically, come out âtil just now. Youâre the first person Iâve told. Joey knows, sort of, but-â
âAs what?â Jemma interrupted.
âHm?â
âCame out as what?â Her eyes glimmered with pride and excitement. She bit back her instinct to say I told you so, and grinned at him instead. âYou never said.â
âOh,â he said, and grinned, as the gears in his head stopped grinding; overthinking; qualifying. âIâm bi.â
Jemma squealed, jostling the popcorn dangerously close to falling out of the bowl.
âTell me everything!â she begged. âHow did you know? When did you know? Was it Mack? It was Mack wasnât it. Or was it Hunter⊠Heâs a little roguish, but heâs got that loner-with-a-heart-of-gold air working for him quite well, doesnât he? I can see you falling for that.â
Fitz waved her off. âIt was lots of things. Ever since the Academy. I just kept telling myself, it was nothing â you know, it was hormones or jealousy or whatever.â
âLife goals or wife goals,â Jemma added, nodding in understanding.
â- but every time I started to think about it, really think about it,â Fitz continued, âsomething would happen, and it would go away, or Iâd spook myself and hide it. Joey saw through all that, and he sort of- he got me to reflect on all this stuff, the crushes and everything, and I realised that actually⊠Iâve known about this for a long time. I just wasnât ready to accept it.â
Jemma nodded. Her own sexual awakening had come to her rather easily, but she knew a good number of people for whom it had not been so simple, or welcomed. Yet she couldnât help but spare a moment of solemnity for the messy timing of all this. She found herself wanting to ask, so what does this mean for us?, but of course she already knew. The answer was probably, nothing. Just because Fitz now recognised another side to his romantic and sexual nature, it didnât change his feelings for her, and it didnât change the mess they were in. And it didnât change the fact that he still trusted her enough to tell her first.
âHow do you feel about it now?â she asked instead.
âHonestly, good,â Fitz replied, then qualified - âMost of the time. I still doubt myself sometimes, or I think, what would Mack say if he caught me staring, you know? Would it change things between us?â
Seeing that he was starting to fret, Jemma put an arm around Fitzâs shoulder and pulled him close. These were waters she knew well.
âThatâs okay,â she promised. âThese are all very normal feelings, and you donât have to tell Mack â or anyone â if you donât want to. But heâs a good man and he wonât hate you for it. And, you know, have you ever considered that it could change things in a good way? If you feel like youâre hiding something or lying to him now, coming out might help that. Youâll feel more secure. And⊠you might even get a date out of it. I donât know Mackâs situation, of course, but if I were you I wouldnât let those guns pass me by without letting him know I was on the table.â
â⊠Thatâs a very sexual image.â
âYes it is.â Jemma bit her tongue. She was going to enjoy mocking Fitz relentlessly, he always got so flustered when it came to matters of the body, but she had to ease him into it first. âBut itâs not just a matter of that, is it? You said you liked the way Mack treats you, with respect, with forwardness, with kindness. You enjoy doing things together. Same taste in cars, same taste in movies; thatâs as good a place as any to start. It seems to me you two could build, if youâd pardon the pun, quite the life together â or at least show each other a good time.
âOr what about Hunter? Now, I know for a fact he likes people of the masculine persuasion. Heâs got a nice beard, very rugged, and donât think I havenât seen you checking out that ass. From what Iâve heard, heâs also a great softie, underneath all that swagger. You two would get along quite well, Iâd imagine. Although, the fights over football would be a problem. He barracks for a different team does he not?â
Fitz snorted, as if about to start on a rant at the very thought, but then something occurred to him and he smiled to himself. âWe play together too, though. Football, I mean. Heâs rather good at it.â
âSee?â Jemma nudged him. Fitz laughed.
âAlright, so are you going to set me up with every guy in this place or what?â
âWell, you donât have many options left as regards the women,â Jemma pointed out. âDaisyâs somewhat taken, apparently; May, while gorgeous, is too old for you; and Iâm sorry but Bobbi is just out of your league.â
âOh, but right in yours is she?â
âWhat?â Now it was Jemmaâs turn to blush.
âDonât âwhatâ me,â Fitz scoffed, smugly taking another handful of popcorn. âYou know full well what Iâm talking about. You started at her legs when she walked into the lab the first time for a full minute. A full minute Jemma-â
âWhat about you!â Jemma retorted. âI saw you lick your lips when Mack walked out the other day with that tank top and the grease stain on his collarbone-â
âYou started fake cursing like an old woman from the South the first time you saw Daisy without a top on-â
Verbal arguments failing her, Jemma shoved the bowl of popcorn at Fitz. He shoved it back, and she deflected it straight onto the floor, sending popcorn spilling out across the carpet. They paused for a moment in their bickering, and decided theyâd best clean it up, so they slithered onto the floor together and crawled around on their hands and knees, dropping popcorn piece by piece back into the bowl. The fight was not over yet though, with Jemma taking this distraction as a chance to have the final word. Â
âItâs not like you can talk, Mr âlet me show you my equipment,ââ she mumbled.
âWhat was that?â Fitz beckoned, and flicked a piece of popcorn at her. It bounced off her shoulder. âDid you have something youâd like to share with the class, Ms âwell formed and symmetricalâ?â
âUgh, Fitz!â Jemma groaned, and threw a handful of kernels at him.
âShove off!â he yelped, trying to shield himself against the rain. He reached for the bowl, half-full of their recovered popcorn, and flicked handful after handful in retaliation. Jemma gathered her reserves from what remained on the floor, and the two of them engaged in a highly undignified food-fight until there was nothing left but abandoned corn like fallen snow, and two very giggly super geniuses, catching their breath from laughter for the first time in years.
Concept: Post (approximately) six sentences from something youâre working on. Also, check out this great interpretation of Six Sentences Sunday!
Now, from my sort-of Good Omens Fitzhunter AU, I present you with...
Things are back on track, and the problem with being back on track is exactly that, the tracks. The fixed path ahead, as long as the sight can follow it. No surprises. No detours. No changes.Â
You should be relieved, says Hunter with a side-eye. You use the same ties I gifted you half a century ago, Fitz. You hate change. Fitz squirms and doesnât know how to explain to him that he would have liked everything back to its place except for this tiny little thing, thank you very much. He knows he is being entitled and difficult, so he just grumbles to himself and says nothing of the sort. It is not very angelic of you to complain, says a little voice inside his mind that sounds way too much like Hunter for his own comfort. Fitz would gladly throw something at the voiceâs metaphorical head, no matter how very unangelic that could be considered.Â
Because among all the things that donât change after Armageddon, there is Hunterâs love for him, or lack thereof.
Summary: Hunter wants to get dirty with Fitz someplace public on base. Fitz wants Hunter.
Notes:Â For @huntxngbxrd
Word Count: 1676w
Created for @mcukinkbingo
Sneak-Peak:
He crosses a leg over Fitzâs hip, and in a swift movement lifts himself to straddle his thighs. He glides his hands from Fitzâs navel to his shoulders, humming appreciatively at the lean muscles and the pale skin in his boyfriendâs body. Whoever said that magnificence canât be two freckles down the side of a loved oneâs ribs, has never been gifted with it, thatâs for certain. Fitz moves his hands to the meaty part of his thighs to help him stay steady, and Hunter quivers under his nimble fingers.
âWhat has gotten into you, Hunter?â He is not saying no upfront, and that is more than Hunter was actually expecting, so he allows himself the recognition of rocking a little against Fitzâs lap. His dance of victory is met only with a slight moan of appreciation.
âWhy do you ask? I have always been this weird.â
Here are my card and my masterpost. Iâm accepting prompts for it!
This fills the âFitzHunter: under the bleachersâ square in my MCU Bingo Card. Iâm accepting prompts for it and for my MCU Kink Bingo Card too. For @theclaravoyant  who needs a small FH pick-me-up.
Part of the love bites so deep verse but can be read as a stand-alone.Â
Summary: Fitz is invited to give a talk at his old high-school, but memories are not so easy to swallow as he was expecting. Luckily, Hunter is there to comfort him.
Sneak-Peak:
Fitz half-scoffs, half-sobs, and somewhere in between those, he finds his voice again, âI canât do that, Hunter.â
âYou can do whatever the hell you want, love. If you are not feeling it, no need to explain it, I will craft an excuse for you on the spot. You know Iâm skilled like that.â
There is a long stretch of silence, and Hunter tries to come as non-imposing as possible, keeping his caresses but lowering his eyes.
âWhat if I want to explain it?â
âWhat?â
âNot to the school. But to, um, to you. Tell you why I am freaking out. Would that be okay?â
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Could you do some headcanons for FitzHunter where Fitz is demisexual?
I sure can! As always, such a pleasure! Sorry for the delay, but this got insanely long. This is part of the love bites so deep universe, because apparently I live there now? Also, because FitzÂ
in this universe, and I wanted to try a different approach than the one I did last time. Also tagging @theclaravoyant because I think this might be her jam?
Heavy mentions of sex and some bad experiences associated with sex. Light mentions of child abuse (similar to canon), internalized homophobia, attempted coercive behaviour in regards to sex. Under a cut because, again, insanely long.
Unsurprisingly, Fitz doesnât tell him, but instead, itâs Simmons the one who spills the beans. She sees a hickey Hunter is not really trying to hide barely two weeks after he met them, and her face moves quickly from cheerfulness to wariness.
I hope you are taking it seriously, and somehow her tone is more hopeful than admonishing.
When Hunter corners her trying to get her to say something else, she bails, clearly worried that she already said too much.
It leaves him munching on his nails, wondering, but he doesnât ask.
He doesnât ask, but he starts playing closer attention, to the way Fitz doesnât even raise his head when an extremely handsome guy passes them by, or to the way he does look slightly uncomfortable whenever the girls start getting handsy when they are still present. He doesnât ask, but he notices.
For all that he has had kind of a reputation of being a bad boy, Hunter has always been happy with letting his partners set the pace of their sexual relationships. He is not an animal: he has needs, but he knows how to take care of them perfectly well on his own. Fitz can take all the sweet time he wants.
When two months have passed and Fitz stops the umpteenth make out session to go hide out in the bathroom, Hunter wonders if an intervention might not be in order. Not to coerce him into sex, of course. But for Fitz to⊠talk to him. To let him know if there is something that is making him uncomfortable. If Hunter can do something different for his benefit. If he might need to change his expectations from ânot now but sometimeâ to âneverâ. (He actually tries to not think too hard about it, because his first instinct was to think that he would have to work around it, instead of thinking of a way to nope out of this relationship asap, and that is a terrible sign that heâs in this way too deep already). Â
The next chance he gets, he takes Fitz out to the pub where they had their âfirst dateâ. Adam puts a match on the TV just for them, and they donât get much talking done after that, too busy bickering and throwing peanuts at each otherâs faces.
When Fitz places his hand dangerously up on Hunterâs thigh, his eyebrows rose up, but he doesnât move away and, still, he doesnât ask. They make out like teenagerssss all the way back home, stopping on every corner to press each other against a wall.
When they get to Fitzâs place, he asks for a minute to get a water bottle, because he is feeling too hot and bothered, and he needs to slow down and adjust his expectations. When he gets back from the kitchen, Fitz is waiting for him sitting on the bed, and Hunter canât even finish uttering his If you ever want to stop, just s- that Fitz is tumbling him on the bed, kissing him senseless. Â
He makes sure to check with him several times through the night, not only verbally, and the sureness on Fitzâs eyes takes his breath away every time.
Still, he doesnât ask.
The next morning, he jumps in the shower as usual- sex or not, this is not his first time sleeping over-, and he gotta say that he is a little surprised when Fitz- sleepy eyes and a serious case of bedhead- joins him. Â
Only when they are past the kisses and the jokes and the bum-grabbing and the biting stage, and onto the âlet me wash your hairâ one, Hunter does ask.
Fitz sighs and his fingers tense up against Hunterâs scalp, but just when Hunter is about to tell him to drop it, he starts talking. He tells him that he was nineteen and a virgin and a lot of people was talking behind his back and no matter how much Jemma tried to downplay it, the peer pressure still got inside his head. Thatâs how he ended up taking out the next girl who asked him out and he kissed her and he even let her take him to bed. And it was Awful, with Capital A.   Â
He realized quickly that it was not a matter of âthe wrong galâ, that there was no blame to put on her, but instead of taking him into a path of discovering alternatives to allosexuality, the experience sent him into the path of discovering alternatives to heterosexuality.
It was not an easy road devoid of bumps, the ghost of his father ever present inside his head, but with the unwavering support of both his mum and Jemma, he eased into his attraction to men quite nicely. And boy, was he into men.
They run out of hot water by the time Fitz tells him that dating men come to him more natural than any interaction with women ever was, not taking Simmons into account, of course. Hunter tells him to keep with the story, towels both of them off quickly, and then they get under the covers, still naked, while Fitz tells him that while the romance part and even the kissing part were great, he still wasnât finding his footing in regards to sex. Hunter notices that he is blushing and stuttering a lot more than when they werenât face to face, so he pulls the covers over their heads. This way they barely can see each other, but their intermingled legs and his hand on Fitzâs chest let him know that he is still here, and he is more than okay with this. He scoots over really close, as much skin touching as possible, his lips close enough to drop kisses on Fitzâs face every now and then, and Fitzâs voice drops and his heart rate slows down. Hunter kisses his closed eyelids before telling him to keep going, if he wants. Â
Fitz tells him that he had sex with two guys, and it wasnât as awful as his first time was, but still they werenât exactly enjoyable experiences. There are tears on the corners of his eyes when he says that after the first one he forced himself to go through another one, because he was convinced that his lack of desire was internalized homophobia, and he wanted to spite on it and on all the toxic shit his father ingrained in his brain. Hunter kisses the tears away, holds him close until the sobs subside. He murmurs a lot of things against his skin, about how he is amazing, and beautiful and worthy of everything and has every right to all his feelings and how he never should feel less because of them. He is not sure Fitz actually hears him, but it doesnât matter: from now on, Hunter will tell him how many times are necessary for him to believe it.
When he has calmed down a bit, Fitz kisses Hunter on both his temples, between his eyebrows, on the tip of his nose. Itâs the most intimate moment he has ever shared with someone, but he doesnât tell him that.
âBut this is not a sob story, let me tell you the part of the story where it gets better.â So he tells him, briefly, about this ex that Hunter has already heard mentioned here or there, and how he got assigned to a research center on a different city just two days after they started seeing each other. It was insane to settle on a long distance relationship after so little of a relationship itself was formed, but they stayed friends, chatting almost every day, Â sharing their daily life with each other, so much that every time Jemma caught him on the phone with this guy, she would make moony eyes at him until Fitz threw something at her head.
When after six months the guy got back to London, they decided to go grab a beer together. There were no second intentions, at least not on his part, Fitz swears, but the moment he saw him, there was an intense desire coursing through his veins like he never felt before. He knew this person, beautiful inside and out, and, in a way, he has presented his flaws and his soul bare for him, and Antoine still liked him, and that was working like a bloody aphrodisiac for him.
Hunter tries his best to not feel jealous, but itâs hard, because he really really likes this man; to clear up the air a little, he flips Fitz on his back and tickles him on all the weak spots he is already familiar with, with a teasing Basically you are telling me that I should never let you go for beers with anyone, because that always seems to work a little too well for you. Fitz rolls his eyes, but he moans when Hunter grazes his ribs with his teeth, and the story gets derailed for a while. Â
It is easier to hear him wax out poetics about some other man while he still can feel Fitzâs post-orgasm accelerated heart rate under his hand.
âTo tell it short, it was good, really good, in a way I didnât know sex could be good. He was six months stationed in London and we were together for that while, but then he got assigned permanently to run a training center in Canada, and we parted amicably. Amicably meaning that it bloody broke my heart, but it wasnât anyoneâs fault, so there was no use in being bitter about it. After that, I decided that I would never have sex with someone without having feelings for them first.â
Hunterâs heart thrums inside his chest, because the implication of what Fitz just said is really clear, and he is at the same time not truly ready to accept them, and delighted to know about them. His mouth is dry like a desert while Fitz looks at him with his unwavering gaze, and licking his lips doesnât do them any good, so he tries to deflect the attention, âWhy didnât you tell me before?â
âI have noticed that telling people gives them⊠expectations. It feels like they are all the time glooming over my shoulder, expecting a change from me. That makes me feel like Iâm a bad person, because if I donât want to have sex with them, itâs because I donât care about them, when nothing could be further from the truth. I donât feel sexual attraction unless there are feelings, but the opposite is not necessarily true. Simmons found out the actual word for it, demisexuality, and I love it because itâs me, it helped me realize that my experience was valid and that I was not alone in the way I feel, but people either get freaked out by labels they donât understand or lowkey bullies you for considering yourself a very special snowflake.â
âMorons that reacted that way didnât deserve your attention in the first placeâ
âThat is true. All in all, after I stopped telling possible partners, there had been people who waited for me to take the first step without many questions asked, and people who have tried to pressure me before I was ready, and I fled from those as fast as I could. No one was interested in knowing the story.â
Something softens big time inside Hunter at hearing that, something that even blocks his need to go back in time and strangle all the assholes that tried to disrespect the basic concepts of consent and bodily autonomy with him. His voice is trembling when he speaks, Â âUntil me.â
Fitz is smiling at him, his thumb drawing lovely paths on Hunterâs jaw, and there is something in his eyes that  sends his stomach into a frenzy, âThatâs right, Lance Hunter: until you.â  Â
Here you can read my headcanon about demisexual Fitz that runs closer to canon (ft. Fitzsimmons).
Send me an ask for AOS queer headcanons/aesthetics.Â
Summary:Â Â Hunter pays back one of the many favours he owes to Bobbi by picking up her girlfriend from the airport, and gets much more than he bargained for in the form of her science-babble producer, skittish mannered, bad tempered lab partner.
Sneak-Peak:
He is on his best behaviour, what with not making a pip when the glasses arrive and the boy cleans the edge very meticulously before taking it to his mouth. After that, he surely can be allowed one (1) non malicious biting comment.
âI didn't even notice you were Scottish in the car, what with all the indistinguishable science gobbledygook.â
The boy- Fitz, Hunter remembers suddenly, the odd name cracking on his tongue, the soft vowel part and the hard consonant sound, both of them barely filling his mouth, leaving him with a strange sensation of thirst on his throat and tingling on his lips- scowls at him, and a laugh bubbles inside Hunterâs chest. The kid has teeth, good to know. He doesn't do well when he can't treat someone like an equal.
Hunter makes a conciliatory toast after that; he likes this boy, science babble and skittish manners and bad temper included.
â + "we're out of icecream" (if you want particular charas, Fitz + anybody?)
âWeâre out of ice cream.â
âOkay.â His reply is a reflex, he knows, but what else is he supposed to say about a fact that he was already aware of?
âArenât you going to do something about it?â Fitz is close to whining now, and that finally gets Hunter to put down the controller and look at him. Now weâre talking.
âShould I? Because I donât want ice cream, and as far as Iâm concerned, I donât get anything out of putting on clothes and going outside in this crazy weather to get you some.â
He is going to do it, there is no doubt about it. But teasing Fitz never gets old, and maybe he can even get a little something out if it too.
Fitz pouts at him, âYou will get my never-ending gratitude?â
Hunter chuckles.
âWrong answer, love.â
Fitz crosses his arms over his chest, trying to look threatening, and itâs one of the most adorable things Hunter has ever seen.
âI will keep hostage all your beers if you donât?â
Hunter takes a step towards him and tilts his head.
âAre you sure this is your final answer?â
Fitz huffs, and makes a big show out of putting down his arms and grabbing Hunterâs shoulders to bring him down into a kiss, like it is a great hardship. Hunter smiles ias soon as their lips touch, and when Fitz tries to break it to keep his moody act, he tangles his fingers on Fitzâs hair and deepens the kiss until he gets a soft moan out of Fitzâs throat. When they finally break apart, Fitzâs keeps his eyes closed for a second longer, lips trembling, and Hunter grins. Â
âThat is more like it.â Â Â Â Â Â Â
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